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Dialogue Prompts

So, I really want to start writing on this blog, too. So I made a prompt list.
Not all prompts are mine, some are stolen from another blog. 

I will be writing for the following fandoms:

  • Harry Potter
  • Criminal Minds
  • Supernatural
  • Shadowhunters/ The moral instruments
  • The hunger games
  • Divergent
  • The maze runner
  • Grey’s anatomy

Okay, that isn’t too much. I’m still catching up on other shows. Once I’m finished, I’ll add them. You can ask for any character x reader, or character x character. If you want a platonic one-shot, you should note that. You can ask for as many prompts as you want. 

Dialogue prompts:

  1. “I have always loved cacti.” 
  2. “You didn’t just say that.” 
  3. “Whoa-dude. Look at that!”
  4. “Just because I died doesn’t mean I’m really dead.” 
  5. “Just because I drove into that river doesn’t mean I’m a bad driver.”
  6. “You walked into a knife?”
  7. “How did you manage this level of stupidity?” 
  8. “You locked me outside!” 
  9. “I’ve always been there for you. And I will continue to be.”
  10. “Do you trust me?”
    “Not even a little bit.” 
  11. “Uhh, is something wrong?”
    “What? Hehe! Of course not, why would you think that?” 
    “Because I can smell something burning and you’re hiding behind a door. Now, let me in.”
  12. “Here’s a newspaper filled with all the love I can’t feel.”
  13. “You know, people may like you more if you didn’t smell like a dead body.”
  14. “Aww, sweetie. Where are your parents?”
    “I’m older than you.” 
  15. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child.”
    “Don’t throw the scissors!”
  16. “Here, take my jacket/blanket.”
    “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivers*
  17. “Why are you still awake?”
  18. “Come over here and make me.” 
  19. “The salad here is really nice.” 
    “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”
  20. “Please don’t leave me.”
    “I don’t want to.”
  21. “You can’t ride a bike?” 
    “Why are you whispering?”
  22. “We’re going downtown.”
    “There’s a strip club downtown.” 
  23. “You broke what?!” 
    “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”
  24. “Come Inside. I’m sorry.”
    “Not until an apology.”
    “I just said i’m freaking sorry.” 
  25. “Are you jealous?”
    “You are changing your outfit right now.”
  26. “Why did I marry you?” 
    “It took a whole lot of convincing.”
  27. “Luck? Nope. Skills.”
    “If it’s skills then do it again.”
  28. “You said forever!”
  29. “Seven fucking years and that’s all you have to say?” 
  30. “I love you, but I have to go.” 
  31. “I hate you so much.” 
  32. “You were and still are my everything.”
  33. “I can’t love you the way you want.” 
  34. “Hey jerk.”
    “I mean… Babe?”
  35. “Admit it. That was the best kiss of your life.”
    “You always have to be the best at everything, don’t you?”
  36. “S/he just tripped and won’t stop laughing.”
  37. “Nice dancing you did there, how about you dance your way to my bedroom?” 
  38. “No, no. It’s okay. I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me.”
  39. “I’ve looked after coma patients more interesting than you.” 
  40. “Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get mad?”
  41. “This really didn’t go as planned.”
    “Is it the fact that everything is on fire that made you come to this conclusion?”
  42. “I can’t believe that worked.”
    “It was part of your plan.”
    “I know! My plans never work!”
  43. “You need to go! I’ll distract them!”
    “Do you think you can outrun them?”
    “If by outrun them you mean not getting caught… Probably not.” 
  44. “If you asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  45. “You’re too good for this world.”
  46. “I can hardly stand myself.” 
  47. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.” 
  48. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.” 
  49. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  50. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.” 
  51. “Who did this to you?”
  52. “If you kill them, you better kill me too. Because if you don’t, I will kill you.”
  53. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  54. “Do you ever follow directions?”
  55. “What happened?”
    “I got hit by a taxi. And it hurt.” 
  56. “She’s cute. But I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”
  57. “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth. Want to see?”
  58. “You said that if I went to bed early I’d feel better. You’re a fucking liar.” 
  59. “You’re late.” 
    “I’m glad you noticed.”
  60. “You made me cookies?”
  61. “You stole what?”
  62. “You aren’t pathetic.”
  63. “you looked at me different.”
  64. “I am not pregnant!”
  65. “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
  66. “I thought you were dead!”
  67. “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?”
  68. “How. The fuck. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
  69. “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
  70. “You threw a tampon at him?”
  71. “You just kissed me.”
  72. “Hold up-just-just stop. just-what are you exactly doing? It’s two AM!”
  73. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
  74. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” 
  75. “You don’t need to protect me.”
  76. “Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn’t have married me.”
  77. “If I would’ve known he was going to die, do you think I would’ve done it?”
  78. “I know you love me, but I’m tired of lying when I say it back.”
  79. “When I look at you, I see my world. And that scares the living crap out of me.”
  80. “Tell me what they did to you, please.”
  81. “I’ll go home. But it isn’t home when you’re not there.”
  82. “I’m pathetic because I go to you for everything but you’d pick someone over me any day.”
  83. “I wish I could hate you.”
  84. “I’ll let you down. I’ll always let you down. I’m not enough to keep you satisfied.”
  85. “I’m trying! Can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”
  86. “I’m useless to you now.”
    “You’re a person. Not a toaster. You don’t have to have a use.”
  87. “i’m useless to you now.”
    “Oh please. You were always bloody useless. I love you anyways.”
  88. “I saw you roll skating, and I thought ‘that person is really cool’ and then you fell crashed and Jesus, are you okay?”
  89. “You had this big ass ice cream and you were so exited you dropped it and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sadder person. Just please let me buy you a new one.”
  90. “We keep awkwardly running into each other and people have to ship us and I kind of like you. Hahaha, oh god, I need to stop blushing.”
  91. “This was a terrible idea.”
    “What are you talking about? There’s free nacho’s!”
  92. “Don’t do the thing!”
    “You already did the thing, didn’t you?”
  93. “Paint me like one of your French girls.”
    “… I paint fruit.”
  94. “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.”
  95. “Did you seriously run face first into a light pole because you saw a pretty girl?”
    “I’m gay.”
  96. “How dare you talk to me, peasant. I am your queen.”
    “You are wearing a blanket over your shoulders.”
    “Silence! Now, fetch me some substances.”
    “Pizza bites or mini quiche?”
    “Pizza bites, obviously.”
  97. “Quit your whining! I bet it’s barely even a scratch.”
  98. “That-that’s your blood?! Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”
  99. “This is going to hurt but you have to stay quiet, okay?””
  100. “Don’t pass out, we’re almost there.”
  101. “That’s it. If you throw up one more time, we’re going to the hospital.”
  102. “You didn’t feel that? This is bad, you should’ve felt that.”
  103. “I’m scared to move you. Just wait here and I swear I’ll come back with help.”
  104. “That’s a lot nastier than it seemed at first glance.”
  105. “Please don’t die. Don’t die in my lap, I’m begging you.”
  106. “Stop being overdramatic-OH!”
  107. “Just how I want to spend the night. Removing glass from my best friends head and strapping it up.”
  108. “She has internal damage. Sh’s couching up blood.”
  109. “Would it be cliché if we matched clothes a little?”
  110. “Could you hold my hand?”
  111. “Shh, shh. I’m here now. Now give me your hands, we need to clean the blood off. Don’t cry. -I don’t blame you. Don’t worry, Ill always be there for you.”
  112. “If you want to leave then-”
    “I don’t want to leave! I want you, you idiot.”
  113. “Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart.”
    “I swear to god, if I didn’t love you.”
  114. “Oh my god! Go to sleep! It’s three AM!”
    “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
  115. “There’s a surprise waiting for you back home.”
  116. “The first time I met her, she was hiding behind the sofa.”
  117. “But this is our thing. Eating cereal and bitching about people.”
  118. “Just don’t let go.”
  119. “Come on, just one date.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I really like (character) and she asked me first.” 
  120. “Gosh! Why are you so cold! get off me, you icicle!”
  121. “Are you…. crying? You? Miss/mister ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell”?”
    “Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses.”
  122. “You did all this for me?” 
    “No, I did this for Jeffery from across the street. Yes I did all of this for you!”
  123. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere.” 
  124. “Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
    “Y/n, we’re in a prison cell.”
    “I was being sarcastic.”
  125. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
    “Yeah, I lied.”
  126. “Shit, you’re freezing. Let’s get you warmed up, alright?”
  127. “Shut up.”
    “I didn’t say anything.”
    “I don’t care. Shut up.”
  128. “Where are we going?”
    “I have no idea. You coming?”
  129. “Did you just try to banish me?”
  130. “I swear to you, this is how I found him.”
  131. “No thanks. I don’t want to get arrested for the second time today.”
  132. “You handled that real professional.”
    “I know right? I’m so proud of myself.”
  133. “That was the worst night ever.”
    “Same time next week?”
    “Of course.”
  134. “I got to admit, you’re really sexy with that gun. Terrifying, but sexy.”
  135. “Just-just go away.”
    “I would! If we weren’t handcuffed together.! Oh, and whose fault was that again? Yours!”
  136. “And I thought we were going to have a last kiss.”
  137. “I don’t want you to leave.”
    “I don’t want to stay.”
  138. “When did you stop?”
    “Stop with what, darling?”
    “Loving me.”
  139. “Please don’t say you love me because I might not say it back.”
  140. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and I’m sorry.”
    “No you’re not. You don’t care about anyone apart from yourself.”
  141. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
  142. “I love you so much. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
  143. “You only like me for my body!”
  144. “You wanted to talk? Well, here I am!”
  145. “I tried. I tried so hard, why couldn’t you?”
  146. “I bled for you. From every pore of my body, I bled. What more do you want?”
  147. “Nobody can tell me what to do.”
    “Well, actually they can.”
    “Doesn’t mean I’ll listen to them.”
  148. “Knock knock, I’m here. What’s for dinner fucker?”
  149. “You’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”
    “I can chew a lot.”
  150. “You have blood on your hands!”
    “Oh really? Wow! Thank you so much for pointing that out! Really helpful to our current situation. Seriously, thank you so much for brining this to my attention!  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
  151. “I love your perfume. What scent is that? The scent of death?”
  152. “I always carry a knife in my purse in case we’re eating cake.”
  153. “You guys got a plan, though. Right?”
    “Yeah. Run.”
  154. “Maybe he’s afraid of me because I know how to use a knife.”
    “Well, I mean that’s why I’m afraid of you, so…”
  155. “Is violence always your answer?”
  156. “Remember how I said I already took care of that? Well, I lied and need your help right now.”
  157. “Please, help me. Just this one time.”
  158. “Did you break that glass on purpose?”
    “It offended me.”
  159. “I can explain!”
    “Alright then. Tell me.”
    “… I lied, there’s literally no explanation for this.”
  160. “Fight like hell.”
  161. “Do you realize how let it is?”
  162. “Can you please come and get me?”
  163. “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”
  164. “This is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in!”
  165. “If we die, I am going to kill you.”
  166. “I love her.”
    “Her? As in a woman?”
    “No, as in a robot. Of course as in a woman you ding-bat!”
  167. “Are you drunk?”
    “No, you’re just blurry.”
  168. “I think we should run away now.”
    “Funny, I was just about to say that.”
  169. “I will not let you make me feel small. Back off.”
  170. “You’re great at dancing.”
    “I’m great at everything.”
  171. “You didn’t do the dishes, so I’m not doing you.”
  172. “Don’t give me that look.”
  173. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”
  174. “I love you, you asshole.”
  175. “What the hell kind of noise was that?”
    “I sneezed.”
    “That was not a sneeze.”
  176. “How is she?”
    “She’s fine. She has some ice cream. I wish I had ice cream.”
  177. “This is an apology pizza.Please take it or I’ll start crying right now.”
  178. “You’re stronger than you look.”
  179. “If you push me on the swings, I’ll buy you dinner. Don’t push to high, though. I don’t like heights.”
  180. “Wait, you’re gay?”
    “What gave it away? Constant flirting?”
  181. “You came back.”
  182. “Mom? I need help… I’ve made a mistake.”
  183. “So, this is haw it’s going to end. You’re staying with them?”
    “I have to.”
    “You don’t have to betray me. You don’t have to do anything.”
  184. “I’m trying to be less bitter, but your happiness isn’t rubbing off on me.”
  185. “Take of your shirt.”
  186. “You’re sweet.”
  187. “I’ve never felt this sensation before.”
    “Being loved.”
  188. “Do you not realize how much I care about you?”
  189. “I know I’m allergic to peanuts, but I could’t day no when you walked into the office with freshly baked cookies and that damned smile on your face.”
  190. “I like it when you smile.”
  191. “This isn’t what I had in mind, but it’s better.”
  192. “Nothing is wrong. I just really like the smell of your lotion.”
  193. “You’re never this quiet. What’s wrong?”
  194. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
  195. “You make a good pillow.”
  196. “I had a nightmare about you and I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
  197. “I hate you. I hate you so much for making me love you. Why did you make me love you if you never intended on loving me back?”
  198. “When you think of me, if you think of me, remember how much I loved you.”
  199. “I almost lost you.”
  200. “Please, just please make the pain stop.”
  201. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”
  202. “I don’t even know who I am without you.”
  203. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
  204. “You know, it hurt when I realized you weren’t in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
  205. “You left without saying goodbye. I hate you for that.”
  206. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  207. “What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say that there’s no one else you could ever be with, and that you’d rather be alone than without me.”
  208. “You’re beautiful/handsome, and I’m not the only one who can see that.”
  209. “Twins?… We’re having twins?”
  210. “You are so tiny compared to me.”
  211. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”
  212. “I want you body. I want your mouth. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. And I want you to come with me when I go.”
  213. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”
  214. “May I have this dance.”
  215. “This bath is too damn hot.”
    “This is why we can’t do cute stuff. You complain to much.”
  216. “One day you’ll learn.”
    “Learn what?”
    “That someone like me doesn’t get a happy ending. Those are reserved for people like you.”
  217. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
  218. “If you don’t rest, you wont heal.”
  219. “ Why don’t they just kiss already?”
  220. “Is that a challenge?”
  221. “Here, let me see.”
  222. “How could anyone love me?” 
    “Don’t look at me. I married you for your cooking.”
  223. “So… Err, I noticed you’re kind of naked. Is that intentional, or…”
  224. “You forgot me.”
    “It was an accident.”
  225. “Drag your chair here, I can’t translate dead languages.”
  226. “Open this.”
    “Can you say please?”
  227. “Don’t say you love me unless you mean, it because I might so something crazy like believe it.”
  228. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
  229. “I was wrong. I thought I wanted him to look twice at me… Bit I don’t need him to look twice at me when you never stopped looking.”
  230. “I’m fine.”
    “You don’t look fine.”
    “Then stop looking.”
  231. “Things didn’t have to end like this.”
    “But we always knew they would, didn’t we?”
  232. “She’s dead! And it is your fault!”
  233. “Are you going to lecture me about how wonderful life is?”
  234. “They’d be better off without me.”
    “Do you really believe that?”
  235. “It’s okay to cry.”
  236. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
  237. “The axe is a bit unsetting, but honestly, you look great.” 
  238. “You asked me if I had any ideas. Not if I had any good ideas.”
  239. “Remove your hand or I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.”
  240. “So, I just realized… I’ve been shot.”
  241. “Delete it. Now.”
  242. “Could you guys do me a favor?”
    “Could at least one of you look like you are ever going to see me again?”
  243. “Don’t make me smack you in front of these people.”
  244. “I’m not a bitch. Okay, I’m lying, obviously.”
  245. “Can you get the gun out of my face, please?”
  246. “I don’t scare easily, you evil bitch.”
  247. “She’s been in there for hours and I haven’t heard a sound since.”
    “That’s because she left through the window.”
  248. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” 
    “Not until four.”
  249. “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
  250. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
    “Actually, it’s more like eight.”
    “Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
  251. “You passed out for like an hour.”
  252. “This is my ‘I don’t care’ face.”
  253. A: “When I’m not here, do you braid each others hair and debate who the coolest Jonas brother is?”
    *B and C glance at each other*
    B: “No… But it’s totally Nick.”
    C: “Definitively Nick. But Kevin is the talented one.”
    B: “Yes, but Nick is the cute one.”
    C: “What about Joe?”
  254. “Do you know how to braid hair?”
  255. “Babe, I’m sorry.”
    “Suck my ass.”
  256. “What’s your favorite lipstick?”
    *Rambles about lipstick*”What’s yours?”
    “The one you’ll be adding to my lips.”
  257. “You could at least pretend to be interested in what I have to say.”
  258. “I always blame others for my mistakes. Just kidding, I don’t make mistakes.”
  259. “I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not you.”
  260. “Go to your room!”
    “First off, we share a room. Secondly, I am the older one. Bitch.”
  261. “I promised I’d safe you.”
    “I promised I’d kill you if you did.”
  262. “You did what?!”
  263. “I thought you were going to steal a boat?”
    “What do you mean, This is a boat.” 
    “No, no. This isn’t a boat, this is a motherfucking yacht!”
  264. “I wont die for you. I’d kill for you.”
  265. ^^^add your own! ;)

These are a lot! I hope you find one or maybe a few you’d like to request! 

Let Me Hold You

Title: Let Me Hold You

Request: Could you do a highschool au with Josh where you can’t sleep so you call him and he comes over and helps you fall asleep and they do it almost every night after that then they admit their feelings and fluffy smut? If you’re ok with it?

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph, Jenna Black

Warnings: None

A/N: I don’t write smut, sorry. Also, I added a bit of Tyler x Jenna at the end because they are so cute together and I couldn’t help myself. 

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Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds  (a Manorian/Rowaelin AU)

NOTE: This is a piece very near and dear to my heart!! Welcome to my very first TOG fic, and second fic overall! This is kind of a celebration of hitting 100 followers, and kind of a celebration of ACOWAR, but first and foremost, this is a gift for my girl @highlady-casandra. You’re pretty cool, I guess and I love you so so much but you already knew that <3 but also I really hope you’re sleeping right now or we’ll have to fight  Second, it goes to to my fellow Revolutionaries,  @miladyaelin  @snaps7@jxmessjrjuspottcr @throneofstars @fictionalcharactersaremyreality, y’all are the true heroes ;) Third, for @propshophannah, my favorite SJM blog and one of my favorite writers for this fandom, who is a hero in her own right for a million reasons. Thanks for existing. Last but not least, this one’s this is for all of you guys reading it!! I hope you enjoy, and I hope I didn’t butcher them too bad! ( @meabhd You’re a queen and amazing artist and I hope I didn’t butcher your accent/country too much :/ ) Without further ado, here we go!

Dorian and Aelin burst into the small lively Irish pub. Well, “burst” was kind of a strong word, considering how bogged down they were by their huge backpacks. The two friends had decided to travel across Europe after their college graduation. It was supposed to be a group of them, but they’d lost Lys and Aedion back in Italy. Chaol was supposed to meet them in Dublin – but that was if they ever made it there. The huge storm had come out of nowhere, and their flight had been redirected. Aelin had insisted they try to catch a ferry to continue on to Dublin – but when the huge waves had almost flipped over the boat, she conceded, and they were dropped off on the beach in some other part of Ireland. Trudging up the long hill, they finally came to the bustling pub – the only awake part of the small sea town. Gasping for breath and dripping wet, they glanced around for an empty table in the crowded bar, and spotted a couple getting up in the corner. They quickly grabbed the table before anyone else had a chance, pulling the massive weights off of their backs and flopping into the hard wooden chairs.

They could feel the heat of the packed pub seeping into their bodies. Groups of people danced around, producing more and more warmth as they jumped and whirled to the tune of the lively reel. The band in the corner looked like they’d been playing for a while, empty beer bottles scattered around their feet as they played.

They took a few minutes to settle down – wringing the water out of their soaked shirts. Aelin was running a hand through her long blonde hair, trying to untangle the wet tresses, when Dorian shook his head at her like a dog, spraying water everywhere. It was at this moment that the waitress walked over, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face as she watched Aelin smack him repeatedly.

She stopped quickly when she noticed the gorgeous girl. A tray was balanced against her hip, and she had a long, messy white braid over one shoulder, along with a wicked grin on her bright red lips. “Name’s Manon,” she drawled, her Irish accent washing over them. “What can I get you lot?”

Dorian cleared his throat, quickly running a hand through his hair in an effort to look presentable. He began to stumble over his words as his eyes ran over her lithe, muscular body. “I – uh – we – do you have any, um, menus?”

She snorted, raising an eyebrow at the boy. No – man. He was in his early twenties at least. Her eyes quickly flashed to his flexing muscles as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He was broad, tall, and all around gorgeous. His bright blue eyes avoided hers as she watched him squirm under her golden gaze. “Aye, o’ course lad, would you like some gold rimmed plates, too? What d’you think this is? A palace, princeling?” She rolled her eyes, scowling at the gorgeous man. Why was it always the pretty ones that were like this?

“I’ll take a Guiness –”Aelin’s cool voice cut in, as Dorian struggled to regain his composure. “And some food. We’re both starving.”

“Aye, and soaked through the bone,” Manon mumbled, glancing at their wet clothes. She let out a deep sigh as she crossed her impossibly long legs. “I’ll see what the boys can dig up – kitchen’s supposed to close any minute now.”

The full weight of her golden gaze turned back to Dorian, a smirk on her face as she watched him startle under the attention. “Anything else I can get you, princeling?”

He cleared his throat and narrowed his stormy blue eyes as he forced a smirk on his face. “A double shot of whiskey, please.” He winked at her then, feeling the bravery re-enter his voice. “Need something to help warm me up.”

“Aye,” she smirked, “and some of that Irish courage will do you good, as well.”

With that, she turned, making her way back to the bar. He couldn’t help but stare at her enticing hips as they moved from side to side. Just like she’d wanted him to.

He was cute, this American boy. Kind of ridiculous, but cute.

Soon enough she was back with their drinks, shot Dorian some heated looks, and was off again. He wasn’t usually a one night stand kind of guy, in most situations. But for her? For her he’d make an exception. Miles of long legs were barely covered by a pair of ripped jean shorts. She had on a loose red t-shirt, further accenting her bright red lips. Yet, even in the simple outfit, she looked like a queen. His queen.

Aelin rolled her eyes watching Dorian eye-fuck the white-haired beauty. Aelin thought she was kind of a bitch, but Dorian never listened to her opinions on his conquests. He was usually more of a relationship guy, but she could tell that this time he just didn’t care. And she wasn’t drunk enough to put up with his shenanigans.

With a heavy sigh, she stood up from her seat to get another drink. Dorian barely paid her any attention as his eyes followed the waitress, watching her float from table to table, laughing heartily as she flirted with everyone, lighting up the room with her smile.

Aelin stepped up to the bar, the barkeep nowhere to be found. She eyed the empty seat in the corner and decided to take it right as she noticed someone else about to make a move. It’s not like Dorian was much better company. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, still wet from the rain. She’d opted to keep her soaked sweatshirt on, wearing nothing but a small tank top underneath. But between the grossly wet fabric against her skin and the heat of the pub, she was leaning closer and closer to taking the damn thing off. Finally, she gave in, ripping off the soaking wet hoodie. And of course, this was the moment the barkeep chose to arrive.

Rowan Blackthorn couldn’t help but watch, shell-shocked, as the blonde beauty pulled the dark sweatshirt off of her curvy torso. As if the barely-there lace tank top wasn’t bad enough, it slowly slipped up her body as she struggled with the sweatshirt. And there, in that moment, he knew he was absolutely fucked. He cleared his throat as he stepped up across from her, averting his eyes.

“What can I get you, lass?” His voice was a soft sensual rumble, but she couldn’t really properly enjoy it in her struggle.

“Right now,” she grunted, “a hand would be nice.” He winced at the fact that he was completely and totally about to begin his descent into hell, and reached over to pull the girl’s sweatshirt off.

She was suddenly greeted by six feet and four inches of pure muscle. She wasn’t exactly short, but the bartender towered over her. His short white hair was cut close to his head. Gaelic tattoos trailed down half of his face and one of his arms,clearly showing off his heritage. His bright green eyes caught her gaze, and she found herself unable to look away. “Um, thanks,” she mumbled, reaching to grab the sweatshirt that he was holding out to her.

They stood there then, just like that, watching each other. He took in her wet blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders, and her tight light pink tank top. At least it wasn’t see-through. Then he would have definitely lost it.

“Y’know,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, “normally I don’t let guys undress me until after I’ve learned their name.”

He snorted at that. “Is that all it takes with you, then?” Shit. He couldn’t stop himself. The words were already out, but he’d immediately regretted them. Well, that was that, he supposed.

She narrowed her eyes at the man. As pretty as he might be, she wouldn’t put up with any bullshit he was presenting her with. “Give me another Guiness,” she snapped. He raised an eyebrow before turning around to grab it without another word. He pulled the cap of the beer straight off with his hands, the asshole. The muscles in his arms tensed and relieved as he accomplished it, and Aelin just about died.

It was in this moment that Manon sauntered over, two plates in hand. “Are you goin’ back t’yer boyfriend there, or are you stayin’ over here?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she scowled, reaching out a hand for one of the two plates. “On a good day he’s my friend. Right now though, he’s my pain in the ass. So yeah, I’ll eat over here.” Manon smirked as Aelin finally accepted the Guiness Rowan had been holding out.

She walked away, an extra bounce in her step as she once again made her way to Dorian. Aelin rolled her eyes at the predatory smirk that was growing on her friend’s face. It looked like he’d found his footing fast enough. She turned back to her beer, and the asshole of a bartender.

He’d begun to clean a glass, obviously trying to look anywhere but at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes, and turning her attention to her meal.

Rowan was a fucking idiot. Yeah, Rowan. Great idea. Get the gorgeous girl to like you by insulting her. That always works. Then again, he was sort of out of practice. And more than that, she was only here for, what, a day? Two maximum? He was willing to bet the storm had rolled her in, and she’d be leaving as soon as it was over. Slowly shaking his head, he sighed. Rowan didn’t have time for more attachments to beautiful women who were just going to leave. So maybe being an asshole was a good idea.

Except then he heard the moan slip out of her mouth. And every logical thought left his head as his entire body stiffened at the sound.

“God,” she sighed, “who the hell is your cook, and can I marry him?”

Rowan cleared his throat, straining to talk as her husky voice just played over and over in his head.


He was in such deep, unending shit.

“We have two cooks,” he grumbled, trying to prevent his voice from cracking as he watched her lick her fingers, unable to look away.

His words ran away from him as he watched her dip her soda bread in the Irish Stew and take a large bite, letting out another long, low moan. “Please tell me whichever one made this stew is single.”

A low growl built in his throat, the sight much too sensual to bear. That moan. However good that stew was, it couldn’t taste nearly as delicious as he was sure she did. What he wouldn’t give to have her thighs around his head, how she would moan then –

He grit his teeth, shook his head, and forced himself to look away, discretely adjusting his pants as he once again tried and failed to regain his composure. At the sound of bickering voices coming up behind him, Rowan let out a small sigh of relief. Saved by the devils.

“Fenrys, Connal!” He called behind him, welcoming the distraction. And then he remembered what she was wearing. And that he’d been an asshole. And that she had wanted to marry one of the two idiots. And suddenly regretted everything. “You have an admirer,” he ground out. He hesitated, cautiously glancing at Aelin once again as she slowly enjoyed the bread, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. He began to smile as well, and then stopped, scowling instead. Remember. Lyria. With that thought in his head, he stormed down the walkway behind bar to go pour some other drinks.

Aelin opened her eyes at the sound of the barkeep stomping away. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the tightness of his pants against what she assumed was his equally tight ass. Dear god. She quickly looked away, chastising herself. She shouldn’t pine after what she knew she couldn’t have.  She didn’t even know his name.

It was then that she found the twins stepping up to her behind the bar. Both were well-built, with gorgeous dark eyes, and deep tans to their skin. They seemed older than the barkeep. The one on the left was easily the most beautiful man she’d seen in her life. He had long golden hair and a mischievous grin on his lips, easily accompanying his onyx eyes that held her favorite kind of sinful promises. The other was just as beautiful, though with long dark hair, and thoughtful dark eyes. He seemed calmer – more melancholy in a way. The dark to the other’s light. Though for some reason, neither could compare to the bartending buzzard.

She took a sip of her beer and grinned at the twins who were eyeing her just the same. The blond was unashamedly appreciating her figure under the tank top, offering her a wolfish grin, hinting that cooking wasn’t the only thing he was good at doing with his hands. Meanwhile the dark-haired twin simply stepped back, leaning against the bar and rolling his eyes at his brother’s behavior.

“Name’s Fenrys,” the blond purred, holding out a large hand for her to shake. She took it slowly, feeling the calluses in his palm as her eyes met the heat in his.

“Aelin.” She smiled coolly, dropping his hand and returning to the stew, feigning aloofness. She could eat politely when she wanted to. And now that the beautiful barkeep wasn’t around, she had no reason not to. She almost laughed thinking back to his attempts at discretely readjusting his pants. As though his lust for her wasn’t entirely obvious. I hope you hate every minute of it, she thought, glaring at his gorgeous broad back.

“So,” Fenrys drawled, dragging her attention back to him. “Is our dear cousin Rowan treating you well? Irish hospitality and all that?”

Rowan. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous man. Her eyes followed him as he poured out shots for a group of boys who looked just barely legal. Then she dragged them back to Fenrys, and lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, her face entirely blank. “Well enough, I suppose.” She took another small bite of the stew, even though all she really wanted was to devour it.

“You know,” Fenrys murmured, his fingers lightly playing with the tips of hers, “I could certainly treat you very well, if you’d let me.”

She drew her hand away from his and placed it under her chin, raising a single eyebrow at his forwardness.

“Since I’m not a dog, I doubt you’ll be surprised to hear I don’t respond well to treats. Though since I’m not entirely certain you’re not a dog, unless you’d like me to rip off your balls so you can play fetch, I suggest you leave me alone.”

Connall barked out a laugh as Fenrys staggered back, an incredulous look on his face. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as he stepped away, reaching for the whiskey and mumbling to himself about crazy American women.

It was at this moment that Rowan walked back over, an aggravated look on his face. He should’ve been relieved that she’d probably already agreed to sleep with Fenrys, but for whatever reason, all he felt was a quiet stifling rage. His shoulder rammed into his cousin’s as he passed by him, stepping up next to Connall.

“Congratulations,” Connall grinned at her, “it’s not often a lass sends my brother off with his tail between his legs.” The two chuckled at the joke between them, Aelin finally smiling again as Rowan stood there, confused.

“What happened to your betrothed?” He bit out, defensive, not allowing himself to hope for what was too good to be true.

Aeliln’s smile turned sensual as her eyes once again roamed over his muscular frame. The heat in them almost burned him as they finally met his once again. “Turns out he wasn’t my type. Too easy.” A smirk spread on her lips as Rowan flinched. Connall chuckled again and began to walk away, clapping Rowan on the shoulder. “This one’s all yours, cousin. Good luck.” He winked at him and continued into the kitchen, finally ready to clean up for the night.

She took a few more bites of her stew, and Rowan went back to methodically cleaning his bar.

He wished he could say he’d forgotten she was there. But he hadn’t. Even with his back turned to her, he could feel her behind him, burning him with her gaze, and then it was almost as if her moans were ringing in his ears again. With a low groan, he wiped down the bar harder, angrily scrubbing.

A mischievous grin stretched across her lips, entirely aware of the affect she had on him. He’s going to sleep with me tonight, and he’s going to like it. And then we’ll see who’s the easy one. She ignored the small voice in her head that pointed out the fact that she would no doubt more than like it as well.

“So, Rowan,” she purred, placing both elbows on the bar and leaning her chin on her intertwined fingers, “tell me about yourself.”

Part 2


I really really hope you’ll like it!! 💕💕

(NSFW Content below that line!)
A-Z Nsfw Headcanons.

/SO I had to write this for the 2nd time bcs tumblr crashed on me :)) /

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) :
Despite the fact that he tries to seem like someone who doesn’t give a shit about what’s happening in the world, he actually loves you so much! And that’s what he’s doing after sex, while you’re sleeping next to him, he’s thinking “What the fuck did I do so good to deserve you?”

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) :
Your waist. Gosh, something about the tight dresses and corsets you wear makes you look so sexy & he loves it when you wear loose shirts with corset and leather pants too. Sometimesyou’d dress up for him, just so he can rip off the corset from you and grip your waist and touch your body and kiss you all over. (probs bend you down some table too ;) )

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) :
Unlike the other men he knows, he’s not the one to tell you “Don’t be a little bitch and just swallow it!”. He’d let you do whatever is comfortable with you, no pressure. Though he likes it when he finishes in your mouth, or inside you, or on your tits or belly. No real preferences here.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) :
Actually loves it when you push him down on the bed and tell him to shut up right before he complains “What the hell are you doing woman?”. And do whatever the hell you want to him - suck his brains off or ride him to the moon and back, all while scratching his back or chest.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Yes, he’s pretty experiences, that’s no secret. & he 100% knows what he’s doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) :
Having you bent over a table or any flat surface is fun, but he actually likes looking at your face, though at first most of the times you fucked was with you on your hands and knees, or bent down, because he was insecure if you had to look at his scarred face for too long. Literally the thought of it made him sick, however one day you switched positions,your legs wrapped around him, your back against a wall (you washed away any trace of insecurity by telling him “I love your face, god damn it, stop looking away!” + kissing him passionately right after helped too) and since then that’s how he likes it best.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) :
Depends on the mood he’s in or you’re in. If he was mad about something, or someone and he wants a relief, he’d be silent, more rough and fast, kissing your neck a lot, biting it, leaving a fat bruise on. If you’re just messing around, he’d be more organic, will do it the way he feels it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) :
Has quite some hair down there; always says something under the line of “I don’t wanna feel like a naked chicken, ya know”

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He loves feeling the warmth of your body and your nails digging in his back and holding him by the shoulders or arms, won’t actually say it out loud, but he feels so in love with you in those moments, like he finally found someone, his someone.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) :
Of course he does it, though now that he has you, he prefers fucking you instead. Will only jack off if you’re very very mad with him and he has literally no other choice.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) :
Something like a roleplay x appreciation kink? He loves it when you go to him when you two are alone, about to do the do, you straddle him “Will you protect me from the big bad wolf we saw in the woods?” and he’d look at you with the most unimpressed expression on his face “Yea, I will protect you” and then you but on the inside he’s all smug about it because he knows you can kick ass, but you want him to protect you. Just something about him being the man you need, your man, that’s what turns him on.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):
Anywhere you feel like fucking doing it! Who the hell would stop you? (who the f would dare to anyways)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) :
Doesn’t need too much motivation to get turned on and in the mood; if you were making out for some time, he’d lift you up by your hips and usually that’d be the start and it’d go from there.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) :
Will not share you with anyone, doesn’t like other people creeping around you, will tell anyone to fuck off if they are looking at you in the wrong way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) :
Ofc he loves oral. Blowjobs are life, but he likes eating you out and fingering as well. Fingering he finds even sexier.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually he’s going fast on you, not too rough, but just enough so you’d feel the adrenaline hit you hard.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
Likes a quickie, will do it if whenever he can really. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) :
Doesn’t really give a shit. Will do whatever the fuck he wants to, whenever the hell he pleases to, the real risk is for those interrupting. ;)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) :
Doesn’t last an extremely long period of time, but just enough for both of you to be completely satisfied in whatever situation.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
“I don’t need any fucking toys.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) :
Is not really that much of a tease, though won’t mind it if you tease him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) :
LOud , low, throaty grunts, definitelly some dirty talk “I know you like that” followed by some more grunting and heavy breathing and cursing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) :
Likes fucking you doggie style too, bcs that way he can grip on your waist, hips and ass as much as he wants to!! 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) :
Well he’s a big man with a bick dick. Is there anything more to say? He’s around 6′8 feet tall, jesus!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) :
Is ready to have you anytime, anywhere, so I’d say sex drive is as high as it can get.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) :
There are nights in which he stays awake for quite some time, just thinking about many things; on other nights he pulls you to him and dozes off ofter a few moments.

Blackwatch Genji x Mercy NSFW

A little side-note… feel free to scroll past all this if you want. This is my first publication on this blog, I am very shy about my work but figured I should give it a try. This story is just a small excerpt, if people like it maybe I’ll look into writing longer stories. I really hope whoever is reading this gets some kind of joy out of it… my blog is quite new but a follow or share would REALLY help. Thank you so much.


Backstory:(Time-Period: Uprising in King’s Row) A few days ago Genji had pleasured Mercy in secret in the locker room after a training session with Tracer, this was a random act and Mercy had no idea Genji had such feelings for her. 

It had been two days since the incident with Genji in the locker room… It plagued Angela’s thoughts every waking- and sleeping moment. She could hardly focus at work, and while adrift in sleep she could only think of those glowing red eyes and expertly skilled fingers. She had admittedly tried to touch herself in the privacy of her own room several times, but they could never satisfy her or bring her to the climax like Genji could. Her inner devil begged her to go back and satisfy her wild fantasies.

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Just Let Him Have This

Warnings: None I think?
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You find it difficult to trust Adam as he becomes part of the family
Reader’s Age: Any
Word Count: 989

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: This took FOREVER but I’m glad I got something out! Enjoy!

Finding out that your dad had another kid was hard enough, but actually meeting the guy was harder. His name was Adam. He had contacted you and your brothers by calling your dad’s old phone. After finding out he was telling the truth- that he was indeed John’s son- Sam was more willing to accept him into the family. You and Dean were a little more weary.

You and your, now three, brothers got a motel.

“They don’t have any rooms with at least three beds so we get two separate rooms,” Dean informed everyone as he approached the Impala.

“So, who bunks up with who?” you asked, crossing your arms over you chest as your eyes darted to Adam.

“Y/N, why don’t you and Adam take a room?” Sam suggested.

You were about to protest until Adam spoke up, “I’m cool with that.” You hesitantly decided not to argue and grabbed your stuff with a groan, heading into the motel room.

“Which bed do you want?” you directed at Adam as you dropped your bag by the door.

He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”

Rolling your eyes and with a sigh, you set your bag onto the bed closest to the door. “Fine. I get this one.” You figured if he tried to leave in the middle of the night he’d have to walk pass you.

Adam softly nodded and went to his bed. You laid down on yours and got out your phone to text Sam.

You: Thanks for that…

Sam: You need to get to know him.

You: So you decided the best way to do that was to make us share a room?

Sam: I’m sorry Y/N, but you can’t hate the guy if you don’t know him.

You: Why were you so fast at liking him anyway?

Sam: I guess my instinct isn’t to hate people when I first meet them.

You: I’m just being cautious.

Sam: I know, I’m sorry. Just try to talk to him, please?

You: Fine.

You set your phone down and looked to your right. You easily found Adam, passed out on the bed. You sighed, realizing you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep with a stranger in the bed next to you.

You turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels until you heard your phone buzz. Picking it up, Dean’s name glowed back at you.

Dean: Did you kill him yet?

You: No.
You: I’m gonna kill Sam though.

Dean: Yeah. I gave him a mouthful when we got into our motel room.

You: I’m not gonna be able to sleep with him here.

Dean: I know.

As soon as you read the text there was a faint knock on the door. You got up, grabbing your gun just in case and stepped over to the door.

The gun that you pressed to the back of the door went to the dresser. You sighed when you saw Dean standing there with pie.

“Want some pie?” Dean smiled. You grabbed your jacket and followed Dean over to the Impala.

You hopped onto the hood of Baby. Dean handed you a piece of pie with a fork and you began eating. Dean laid back on the hood and stared at the stars.

“Do I have to share a room with him?” you asked, hoping the answer would be no, but expecting the opposite.

“I don’t like it either but… Sam does have a point. We need to get to know him,” Dean shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

“I don’t trust him,” you replied and looked over to Dean, seeing him staring at you.

“I know. You don’t have to trust him right away. After all, trust is something you earn, but you have to give him a chance to do that. And then, if you still don’t trust him, you can go stabbing him with a knife,” Dean chuckled. You smiled and nodded in response.

Dean did make a really good point. You don’t have to trust the guy right away. If Adam wants to get to know you and be a real brother, he’ll work to earn your trust.

After talking for a few hours and staring into the sky, you and Dean called it a night. You walked into your motel room and saw Adam still in his bed. To be honest, you thought he would’ve left while you were outside.

The alarm blared in your ears, jolting you awake. Yawning, you rolled over and Adam was gone. You jumped up and raced to the bathroom to find it empty. You were halfway to the motel door when it swung open to reveal Adam carrying a few bags.

“Y'okay?” Adam asked once he saw your frazzled self.

“Where’d you go?” You stepped closer to him.

“To get some food. I got donuts, waffles, pancakes, and a salad… I don’t know what any of you eat…” Adam said, setting the bags onto the table.

You relaxed. “Oh…” You walked over to the bags. “Thanks.”

You grabbed some waffles and sat down at the table. You heard a knock at the door. Behind it was Sam and Dean.

“I smell food,” Dean hummed as he bolted towards the food.

It’s been a few weeks since Adam joined the family. It took a little while, but now you’re comfortable with saying he’s your brother. He’s even become a little protective of you.

“And then I jumped out and chopped the vamps head off!” Dean told the story to Adam.

“You seemed to be confused. I remember me jumping out and saving you two,” you joined the conversation.

“Details,” Dean waved you off and continued to tell the story.

Adam leaned over to you and whispered, “He doesn’t actually think I believe that story, right?”

“Just let him have this,” you replied with a chuckle and Adam nodded with a smile.

Requested by Anonymous
“Hi! I love your blog!! Could you write a sister imagine where the Sister meets Adam with the brothers and she’s a little suspicious of him at first but then they become close?”


I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

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Ronaldo’s Development

While the fandom is ranting, crying, and going crazy right now, I’ll like to point out Ronaldo’s character development throughout the series so far in Steven Universe. While a lot would argue he has no development, and he’s irredeemable, I recommend watching his episodes again more carefully. To understand Ronaldo’s development, you have to understand his character arc in general. He’s an blogger in search for the Truth. Steven, even pointed it out, he’s one of the few humans that actually takes interest in the weird stuff that goes on in Beach City. You would think dried up oceans, a giant hand in the sky, and global earthquakes would make lasting impressions on these residents, but in shown in Rising Tides/Crashing Skies, they could care less. Only Ronaldo seems to be interested. 

The origin of Ronaldo (including Lars’s) character arc is in Horror Club. While most fans only remember Ronaldo throwing Lars in the giant mouth, the flashback the lighthouse gem shows us where it all began. Their childhood fight drew the lines where their character arc stories will begin in the SU timeline. Lars concerned with his reputation and hurt by his former friend not seemingly caring about his feelings, went the Jerk route, trying to fit in the cool kids, hiding his true self, and being flaky and a jerk to those who try to get too close to the real him (Sadie and Steven). Ronaldo seeing this as the ultimate betrayal went the other jerk route (jerknaldo route lol); isolating himself from others, went full conspiracy mode, never taking advice or another person’s point of view, and became arrogant and pretentious even if he doesn’t see it. 

Fast forward to Keep Beach City Weird, his debut episode, he  starts out with coming to the wrong conclusions at first. Steven provides him with actual evidence, when “his truth” was shattered, it broke his spirit and became depressed. Steven thought regressing back to his old theory would cheer him up but as we all remember (Ronaldo knocking out Snerson Steven and taking him to the lighthouse) that didn’t go so well. But when presented with more evidence, Ronaldo’s theories was turned into the right direction. He guessed correctly, that all the weird stuff going on and will happen in the future will be from Polymorphic sentient rocks, hollowing out the earth, diamond authority, etc. 

Fast forward to Rising Tides/ Crashing Skies, Ronaldo is heading towards the right direction, but still makes errors in his theory of understanding the crystal gems, the lore, and so forth. But before we dive into that, this episode deserves some justice. It was a useless filler recap as most would remember it, but it gave us insight on how the beach residents feel towards the CGs, and post invasion arc. I still find it really jarring that the residents are so indifferent and un-phased with the whole ordeal. You would think evacuating your home, literally seeing a giant hand in the sky would effect some of the towns folk other than Ronaldo, but none. They all go back to their daily routine which is really interesting. Makes you wonder if Mayor Dewey is really covering up something lol. The hand invasion effected Ronaldo, it made him question if the CGs are friend and foe. After his investigation, he tried to get them to leave, but ended up backfiring on himself, as Peedee mentioned he will have nothing to blog about if they leave. So he begged them to stay but they were never going to leave. RT/CS developed Ronaldo’s acknowledgement of the CGs and their role in fighting invaders and “rock people (uncorrupted gems). But this development didn’t end there. 

Now here comes the latest Ronaldo episode, Rocknaldo. From trolling on CN’s part, and Ronaldo over doing it again, the fandom is ranting as usual. Rocknaldo held what may be the last part of his character arc in understanding the CGs, Steven educated Ronaldo that the CGs and the rock people (corrupted gems) they fight are one and the same. Ronaldo quickly apologizes and sees it as an opportunity to join the CGs. He even gets his own gemsona Bloodstone lmfaoo. But as usual sticking to his character, he over does it, pushes Steven’s buttons, and fails to understand the CGs in the middle part of the episode. Moral of the story, humans need sleep. Don’t stay awake for 48 hours, you might become a Jerknaldo lol. The last 2 minutes plus his Ronalphlet/Blog post sealed his character development. He spent the last 3 weeks reflecting on his behavior and apologized to Steven for being a Jerknaldo. He realized to be a proper friend/ally to Steven and the CGs, he has to listen to them and not make it about himself. He remade his Ronalphlet to give more info about the CGs and how the beach city residents can help, which is very important enough and most likely play a role later. 

Overall Ronaldo’s development led to this point so far in the story. His character arc is hard to follow if you only watch his episodes once, don’t read his blog posts, or you just despise his character to a point you don’t care whatever comes out of his mouth. He finally is in the know how of the CGs ( not the same level as Connie and Greg unfortunately) but enough to inform the other side characters and beach city residents which should play a role when Homeworld invades the Earth again. 

Bonus to his character is that even his wrong theories somehow ended up right (The Zoo, Diamond authority, etc.). Only a matter of time for Sneeple to become canon lol. 


Title: Broken - If It Can Bleed Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (next part), Sam, Cas (one line, though he’s not seen.)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Blood, reader is badly injured, implied violence, maybe a swear word or two.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is part one of that assassin story I told you about! I’m not 100% sure how long it will be at this point but right now my guess is around 7 parts, not too long, not too short, and I hope you guys are as excited about it as I am! If you want to get tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

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     Light streamed in the in through the glass your cheek was currently pressed against, stinging your eyes in the seconds you managed to keep them from falling shut again and warming your sticky, blood-covered skin. It took you all of one shuttering, raw breath to remember what had happened - the fists and claws, the panic and pain. They’d found you.

     Recognition surged through your thoughts as your heightened sense of hearing picked up on the powerful engine of the vehicle you were in, speeding down the road surely faster than what was legal. You were being taken somewhere - you were being taken back to her. No. You couldn’t allow that, you couldn’t go back.

     Not now, not ever.

     You didn’t have time to formulate a solid plan, didn’t even stop to think about the extent of your injuries and whether or not you were even capable of executing one, and flew solely on fear and the guttural need to get away from the people holding you captive. So with what sorry bit of strength you had left you fumbled for the seatbelt pressing in on your slashed chest, curled your hand under the seat to let your claws discreetly slid free, and then –

     “How much longer ‘till we get to the hospital?”

     You paused at the unfamiliar voice.

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Unbreakable (Part 6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Torture, Swearing, Abduction, Fire, Injury, Hospitals
A/N: Prompt. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4 Part 5

It was another few days before you woke again, this time to the feeling of a large weight resting on your hand. Letting out a groan as you shifted slightly, you cast your eyes down to the source of the weight. A fond smile tugged at your lips as you saw a peaceful-looking Bucky, fast asleep with his hair flopping down into his eyes. Reaching your free hand over, you brushed the hair back from his forehead, just as he’d done for you the last time you were awake.

“Nice to see you conscious again, Y/N.” A soft voice murmured from the corner of the room, causing your E/C eyes to flicker up in their direction.

“Bruce?” you said, smiling at the doctor, “You’re back!”

“Well, when I saw what happened, I knew it was time to quit hiding.” he said, clutching your medical chart to his chest, “How’re you feeling?”

“Like a building was dropped on me.” you smirked, absentmindedly carding your fingers through Bucky’s matted hair.

“Well, it was a close call.” Bruce smiled, reattaching the chart to your bed, “They want to keep you here for a few more days, just to make sure everything’s okay, then after that we’ll try and figure out what happened to make your powers take control like they did.”

“Fun. you said, head falling back against the pillow with a thump.

“Right, I should probably go check in with your doctor.” Bruce said as he turned to leave, “Oh, and Y/N? When this one wakes up-” His head tilting towards Bucky’s slumbering form, “-try and get him to have someone take a look at his arm, it’s been out of commission since the fire.”

“Course.” you nodded, frowning slightly at the new information.

As Bruce silently left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, you moved your hand to cup Bucky’s stubbled jaw. Swiping a smudge of soot away from his cheek with the pad of your thumb, you quickly realised that you were well on your way to forgiving him for everything that had happened. Yes, it still hurt; that feeling of betrayal piercing your heart like a knife, but in the grand scheme of things, you didn’t think it really mattered. He’d been there for you when you needed him, literally saving you from yourself.

Scrabbling for the phone that sat on the side table, you punched in a familiar number before bringing the device up to your ear.

“Barnes? Is everything alright?” Tony’s voice crackled through the speaker, concern clear in his voice.

“It’s not Barnes.” you said, smirk tugging at your lips.

“Kid? You’re awake! How’re you feeling? Is everything okay?” he asked, rambling slightly.

“Tony, I’m fine; well as fine as I can be when I’m bound to a hospital bed. I’m phoning about Bucky; can you get down here? And bring your toolkit!” you said, not giving him a pause to question your request before you hung up the phone.

Time Skip (1 hour)

As you lay watching the tv that was silently playing in the corner of the room, you nearly missed the sound of Bucky grunting as he began to wake up. Casting your gaze back over to the super soldier, you smiled fondly as his dark eyelashes began to flutter awake.

“Morning sleepy head.” you murmured, head tilting to the side to look at him.

“You’re awake…” he said, voice thick with sleep.

Humming quietly, you chewed at your cracked lips, watching his face screw up as he tried to move his metal shoulder. Your quiet moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of the hospital room door slamming open.

“Y’know kid, it’s not nice to hang up on people.” Tony said, flouncing into the room with his toolbox clanging at his side.

“Well, it got you here, didn’t it?” you said, a pleased expression taking the place of a frown on your face.

Rolling his eyes, Tony just plopped his tools down on the table, not even casting a glance to the tense-looking soldier hunched by your bedside.

“Right Barnes, let me take a look at that arm!” Tony said, clapping his hands together as Bucky flinched beside you.

Lowering your voice, you placed a comforting hand on top of Bucky’s. “Let him check it out, Buck, for me?” you asked, smiling as Bucky cautiously agreed.

“Geez, you’d think I was asking to pull a tooth.” Tony tutted, pulling a chair over to start working on the metal appendage.

“Tony…” you said disapprovingly, rubbing small circles across Bucky’s knuckles with your thumb, “Stop being an ass.”

“Really? You burn down half my tower, and then you insult me?” he said, brown eyes not wavering from his work.

Casting your eyes back to Bucky, you smiled as you noticed his gaze fixed on your bedridden form. Squeezing his hand gently as Tony’s tools scraped against the metal, you watched his jaw clench and eyes harden.

After a few minutes of tense silence, the only sound being the clanging of Tony’s tools, Bucky’s arm whirred back to life, the plates flexing and shifting slightly.

“There we go! Good as new!” Tony said, refastening the hatch that revealed the arm’s mechanism.

“Thanks Tony.” you smiled, patting Bucky’s hand to let him know he could relax.

“What would you do without me?” he grinned, mock saluting the two of you before taking his leave.

Rolling your eyes at the eccentric billionaire, you let your head drop back down to the pillow with a sigh.

“Y’know, I don’t deserve this Doll…” Bucky murmured, eyes cast down to the ground, clouded with guilt, “After everything I did to you, I don’t deserve you taking care of me, I don’t deserve you…”

“Well, let’s say it was a thank you, for saving my life.” you said, smiling sadly over at him.

Nodding his head slightly, Bucky knew he hadn’t yet been forgiven, and it was going to take everything he had to earn that from you. He was going to show you just how much he regretted his actions, how if he could turn back time, then he would undo it in a millisecond. He’d show you that everything he had done, was out of fear, the fear of his own feelings, and the fear of rejection.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 22: Letters

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Your P.O.V.

It was the sound of voices that pulled you from your deep sleep. At first you thought it might be Jensen, since he promised to be there with you. But when your eyes fluttered open, you noticed Misha there instead, talking to quietly to a nurse. Immediately he noticed you were wake, a smile crinkling his eyes. “There you are! I was afraid you would sleep the entire time I was here!” He said, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

After the nurse check you over, announcing that you were healing quite nicely, she left you alone with Misha. “Jensen?” You asked him, your throat still tender and sore.

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Here’s another fic rec because why the hell not

I posted my first fic rec exactly six months ago, so why not celebrate with another of these? They’re in no particular order (or rather, in the order I read them in, which is very unimportant), please check the ratings and warnings on each of them.

Hey baby, can you bleed like me? by @kyluxtrashpit, 11.5k, E;
Kylo is no stranger to being a fuck up, but he never expected to fuck up killing himself. Trapped in a mental health ward with the full belief that there’s nothing they can do for him, he finds unexpected solace in his asshole roommate. 
Heed the warnings if you get triggered by such topics but oh dear lord, it’s so therapeutic and calming to me? There’s a quite complex, vivid backstory to it and I love it.

Observations on Treachery, In Which The Charge Against Maj. Armitage Hux is Fully Refuted, Written by Himself. by @irisparry, 5.5k, M;
The charge against me is a connection with one Luke Skywalker, for the purposes of delivering classified First Order intelligence. My real crime is an amorous connection with his apprentice, for a considerable time while our true identities were concealed.

Major Armitage Hux writes his way out of hell.
Hux’s hilarious proclamation that he wasn’t guilty of selling information to the enemy, because he was busy having sex with Ben. The language alone is wonderful, and Hux’s is so spot on convinced of his own brilliance, it’s hilarious.

I tell you miserable things after you are asleep by @huxes, 7.5k, T;
Hux and Ben are falling apart.
Modern AU. They hurt each other so much and yet they keep getting back together, and it’s all fucking beautiful. And sad. Not to be read when you’re feeling down.

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midniter  asked:

Hi you're one of my fav blogs (I wish I could talk to you in Spanish but I'm from Brazil and unfortunately we only learn English at school). Anyway, I'm here bc I need help with a playlist and you're the first person I could think of. I want some Latino songs about LatAm, but idk much of other countries' music, so I thought maybe you/your followers could help? I want songs that talk about being Latine, how usa imperialism sucks, etc. I can send u what I already have so u can see what I mean! Thx

Don’t worry! I have brazilian friends and we mix english, spanish and portuguese lkjfg. Yeah, send me what you got! i can give you some songs right now, putting some parts that i love:

  • Latinoamerica by Calle 13 (Puerto Rico, Colombia, Perú, Brasil): i feel like you already have this in your list, because is our anthem at this point. It’s a song about latinoamérica and what they did here (the video has subtitles) / I work hard but with pride. Here we share, what’s mine is yours. This nation doesn’t drown with the waves. And if it collapses I rebuild it. I don’t even blink when I look at you, so you’ll remember my last name. Operation Condor invading my nest, I forgive but never forget!”
  • Memoria by León Gieco (Argentina): a song in memory of the dictatorships of Operación Condór (they had the help of US) + in memory of the terrorist attacks here (in the Argentine Israelite Mutual Association building) (the video has subtitles) / Two thousand would eat for a year
    with what a military minute costs. How many would stop being slaves
    for the price of a bomb thrown to the sea? /  Memory aims until it kills
    the people who try to silence it and don’t let it fly free like the wind.

  • Frijolero by Motolov (México) / video with english subtitles: a big fuck you to US from México in 2009, even before Trump. I love this song / “Now why don’t you look down to where your feet is planted. That U.S soil that makes you take shit for granted. If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know that where your feet are planted would be México”
  • El mojado by Ricardo Arjona / lyrics in english (Guatemala): song for inmigrants. “He said goodbye with a grimace disguised as a smile and he asked God -crucified on a shelf- to protect his people, and he crossed the border as he could /  Wet.back, wet of so much crying, knowing that in some place a kiss awaits him on hold since the day he left”
  • Multi_viral by Calle 13 (Puerto Rico): song of protest / The one who controls, the one who dictates, wants to get you sick to sell you drugs. / A piece of news not well told is an assault with a weapon / Our ideas are free and they are awake because we think with the doors wide open. What is not seen, we are seeing. We are born without knowing how to talk, ut we will die talking out loud.
  • Canción con todos by Mercedes Sosa / lyrics in english (Argentina): a song for latinoamericanes / All the voices, all. All the hands, all. All the blood can be song in the wind. Sing with me, sing…american brother, set free your hope with a cry in your voice. 
  • Rubén Rada (Uruguay): this list is looking to sad/dark, so let’s bring some latinidad with this amazing afrolatine artist. here: cha cha, muchacha / muriendo de plena / candombe para Gardel 
  • Gringo maligno by Todos Tus Muertos (Argentina):  Regan, Clinton Bush, Regan, everyone is the same / evil gringo, sent by Satan ccupying and blocking, imposing your plan.
  • La patria madrina by Lila Downs and Juanes (México and Colombia): protest song agaisnt capitalism, agaisnt the violent kidnapping and killing of 43 students of Ayotzinapa, agaisnt the destruction of the earth / Everybody wants a share of the oil, you see? and to burn Mother Earth with urgency to make more cars, to make more money, as if you could buy happiness. 
  • Por si acaso no regreso by Celia Cruz (Cuba): a song dedicated to Cuba, her homeland /  Home, do not suffer. Heart, do not break. Because badness can’t last 100 years nor could any body and I never wanted to abandon you. I’ve taken you with every step and my heart will remain for eternity as a flower on your lap just in case……just in case I don’t return / In the case I don’t return, if I don’t return, remember: I loved her with my life. In the case I don’t return, I will die from pain…I’m already dying.
  • Los americanos by Piero (Argentina) / lyrics in english: with an ironic/sarcastic tone, he makes fun of gringxs. Every part of this song is gold. / They are born elderly and gradually become kids, throughout the lifetime of “los americanos”. And they are born convinced that there is nobody in the world more important than “los americanos” /  Napoleon for them was an Italian gentleman who organized everything without “los americanos”. And they are more than sure that he wouldn’t have lost Waterloo with the help of “los americanos”.  If they know anything about history, it’s not from reading it but from seeing it in the “cine americano” /  If there’s something to be admired, wherever they go, it’s the grand elegance of “los americanos”. wearing native dress, they mix in with the people, and nobody realizes that they are “americanos”.
  • “Murciélago” by  Porter: about the colonization of natives /  The elders saw them. They do not come in peace, we hear screams. There have three ships, they bring Cristo. 
  • La Gozadera by Gente de Zona and Marc Anthony (Cuba and Puerto Rico): a really cool song about latinidad. /  If you are Latino, take out your flag!
  • Guerra by Calle 13: anti-war song. they talk about US, wars and refugees. just. please watch this video. it has english subtitles./  I am your defeat, your two broken legs. The nail in your foot which pierced through the boot. I am the strategy in any battle. Today you either win or lose, I am the sorrows of your joys. The war by night and the war by day.
  • Pégate by Ricky Martin: let’s end this in a happy song, 100% latine with my father Ricky /  I come with good stuff for my people, I bring love, I bring this remedy which cheers up the hearts of the entire world. For the pain, for the heartaches. There’s nothing better than the rhythm of my drums / And let rivers of goodness flow to all the people of the world. Because we can’t forget that pure love liberates and lies are poison. As my mother used to say: dancing you can solve anything.

I’m tagging some of the latines that i know, if they want to add any song, please do it! @dasakuryo @the-mighty-microwave @targannington @alteanwitch @koganer @voltronless @bitcherovas @ceibos @duskianfae @im-not-a-real-hero @trashsenal @dixonette1013 @latinxlance @cherry-cokes @lancesazul @freckledai @pamelas​ @elbiotipo guys u are like a bunch of people lkfjg i’m sorry if i forgot anyone!!! a lot of people and a bad memory, not a good mix. 

Then Again P12  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note:

Hello, everyone! 

First: Thank you so much to everyone who’s reblogged this fic, commented on it, and sent me such lovely messages! It means so much more than I can ever say 🌷🌷🌷

Second: I’m almost at 300 followers! Thank you so much to everyone following this blog, whether you’ve been here since Part 1 or only yesterday :) You guys are wonderful and I love you 💞💞💞

Third: Enormous thank you to the absolutely wonderful people who helped me with this chapter! Of course, @fanboyswhereare-you, my incredible baeta who prevented this chapter from collapsing in on itself (and constantly puts up with me); @hi-mishamigos who listened to all of my rambling (which was a lot) and calmed me down; @beardedsteveslut who literally binged this entire series to help me with less than two pages and then gave me tons of pitch-perfect advice while I ran a thousand ideas past her; and @rainyreplays who, I believe is an actual angel, wrote out a full analysis of this fic and then explained how to balance everything I wanted this chapter to say with everything I had built up for the last 40 pages. Thank all of you to the moon and to the sun and back to earth again. You guys are the best. 💛💛💛

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 13

Without further ado, a testament to my favorite trope:

Then Again, Part 12:

(Word count: 1,439)

The whole idea of being honest seems like a bad one. I’ve been telling Aunt May and Ned this since they tried to push it on me. The thought of following their advice is uncomfortable enough that I want to resist it - and MJ’s idea - a smidge (minimum).

I’ll just wear one of Y/N’s shirts. She and MJ wear each other’s clothes all the time.

Back in the bathroom, I brush my teeth, pop in my retainers, and open her bag. Under a pair of jeans is a plain black t-shirt. Perfect. I have to yank the collar down to get my head through… and it is definitely tight… but it’s better than nothing.

What has my time in the suit trained me for, if I can’t wear a girl’s shirt?

I look in the mirror. Shit. The collar has turned my hair into a mess and underneath, it’s like I’ve tried on a child’s shirt. This is ridiculous.

As I attempt to maneuver my arm out of the left shoulder sleeve, I tug a bit too forcefully and hear a tear, suddenly losing balance and hitting the wall with the entire right side of my body. Shit. There’s a clear crack in the yellow paint. My head stings. I scramble to my feet and try again.

It takes what feels like ten minutes to get the shirt off without ripping it. I fold it and put it back. Never again.

I turn off the bathroom light and pad through the room as quietly as I can. I open the closet door near the window and reach for the blankets stored on the top shelf. Nothing. I check again with the light of my phone. Nothing at all. I’m going to strangle Ned and MJ tomorrow. What were they thinking? It’s way too cold for this.

I’ll still sleep on the floor, I decide. I’ll use my towel as a blanket… once it’s dry.

My heart is pounding. It’s chilly and the only blanket in the room is attached to Y/N, on the bed.

What would Aunt May say?

For once, I don’t know. I mean, Y/N and I just had a fight that I haven’t had the chance to make right yet. The competition is tomorrow. It’s late and she’s asleep. The situation between us is… stalled.

What’s the logical thing to do?

Get in the bed. Shift some of the blanket over. Get warm while the towel gets dry. Get out of the bed. Sleep on the floor with the towel.

It’s not the best plan, but I like it more than I need to.

Gingerly, I tiptoe to the bed and climb in. I stay as still as possible while I drag a corner of the comforter toward myself. It’s so warm. For the sake of body heat, I inch a smidge closer. I scrunch up part of the blanket to wrinkle a mini wall of fabric between us. That’s as much personal space as I can make, given the size of the bed. I’m so close that even if my senses weren’t hyped up, I’d be able to smell her hair across the pillow. God, I love her shampoo.

Dude, knock it off.

Like I’ve told myself a million times, I need to not make things so weird. At least she can’t hear my thoughts. Thank God.

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. Even though I wanted her to be awake when I got back, maybe this is better. There’s so much I have to say tomorrow, this extra time is probably for the best.

I turn my head toward her - or rather, the mountain of blanket with a face. I don’t come up with stupid scenarios about why we’re sleeping beside one another in a hotel bed or any other What If questions my brain is aching to invent. Instead, I go over all the shit she’s gone through this week because of me. I go over everything I need to own up to and everything I need to say to her in the morning. Maybe it’s selfish or pathetic, but I let myself hope that tonight was stupid and wrong and mostly my fault, but not irreparable. I imagine that forgiveness is on the table. That’s it. That’s all I have a right to consider anymore.

Maybe I can’t be with her the way I want to. Not now, maybe not ever. And yeah, it sucks. I mean, since the start, and I’m ready to admit now that it started way before October, it’s been so different with her. It’s almost terrifying. It’s not the same kind of crush I’ve had before, like with Liz or anybody else. I know her, I really know her and I care about her like crazy. And I think about her all the time, too.

But none of this matters. It’s not happening. I can’t be with her like that and it’s obvious now more than ever. The vital part is how I can be with her, and with Ned and MJ, almost every day for the foreseeable future. I can just enjoy her- their presence without any strings. If things only go back to normal, that’s enough. It has to be.

What if she really doesn’t forgive me, though? What if I’ve really crossed the last line this time?

The same heaviness is pressing into my chest like before, a pressure that reminds me of swimming too deep underwater.

I need to remember what Aunt May said. If anybody is willing to give second chances, it’s almost always her. Then again, which chance was I even on tonight? I’ve run through too many to count.

I close my eyes. God, I wish I could turn brain off.

Why didn’t I just talk to her when she came here earlier? It seems impossible that fewer than twelve hours ago she hugged me and I shrugged her off. I can’t believe I actually let myself think of her like I did, as if she would do any of those things or, more importantly, as if any of it was even my business to begin with.

I’m such an idiot. I should’ve -

A twisting sound snaps my eyes open.

Y/N starts moving beside me. She awkwardly shifts positions with slow and mechanical movements until she’s lying on her back, her arm thrown over her eyes.

The red light from the alarm clock allows me to just barely trace the faint outline of her hand a few inches from my face. It reminds me of the first time we met, a memory that would usually make me laugh, and of the fact that handshakes are our main form of physical contact. And that it’s not exactly as if we shake hands all that often. 

It suddenly reminds me of all the tiny distances and boundaries that exist within our friendship, the ones that keep us from being as close to each other as we are the Ned and MJ. Just the shadow of her hand reminds me of how badly I wish everything could be different.

None of this matters right now. Let it go.

I breathe out. Try to clear my head. I think of that counting exercise Mr. Stark told me about. One. Two. Three. Four. Four, three, two, one. One. Two. Three. Four. Four, three, two, one.

One thought refuses to stop though. The same one as all week.

Despite everything, Y/N is still the only person I want to be around right now, the only person I actually want to talk to about this stuff, the only person I know would listen and really, really understand it all. But then again, after everything, maybe not… even if I could tell her.

Fear and anxiety churn in my stomach.

For a split-second, I stop thinking and let myself do a stupid thing.

I reach out, slowly, and trace her fingers with my own. I’m about to take her hand in mine, just for a moment, before I think better of it. I draw my hand back to my chest, the sudden absence of her skin making my own fingers itch. 

God, why am I constantly so weird around her?

“I’m serious about what I said before,” I whisper, needing to confess one final time tonight. “I’m really, really sorry. Anything you decide is suitable, I’ll do whatever you want if it helps you forgive me. I swear, I never meant to be such a jerk and I’ll never act like that again. Please, just tell me what you want me to do.”

I exhale and push my palms into my eyes. I need to turn my brain off.

But then a warm hand touches my shoulder.


Part 13

Part 13 spoilers (since the next chapter isn’t for another week 😉)

Next Update: November 17

It will be a shorter chapter (only 2 pages), but I have a little guess that you guys may enjoy it anyway :)

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- Mod Saihara

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • Shinguuji has flown many times before
  • He needs to fly, in able to visit all sorts of people around the world for his work!
  • So he’s not afraid
  • And he’s certainly not sick.
  • He gives your hand a squeeze when you board your flight
  • It’s reassuring, knowing that your boyfriend is with you
  • Because if you’re going to die in this thing, dammit,
  • You might as well do it together
  • When you tell him this, he laughs lightly
  • “That’s a very interesting way to put it…”
  • The two of you stay relatively quiet throughout the duration of your flight
  • He’s got his novel and you’re truly content with just staring out the window and listening to music
  • Every now and then he’ll turn to you and sigh a dreamy sigh
  • What a cheeseball
  • When you catch him looking, he quickly returns to his book
  • The flight is peaceful and you’re kind of sad when you reach your destination
  • You wished life was that relaxed all the time…
  • You’ll savour the trip more on the way back, for sure

Rantarou Amami

  • The two of you board your flight, and the plane takes off
  • You turn to him for a kiss - flights weren’t really your thing… the idea of being stuck in this metal coffin wasn’t exactly comforting
  • But you thought you had it bad?!
  • Wait till you see this nerd
  • When you see the look on his face, you gulp
  • He totally looks like he’s about to throw up
  • Rantarou assures you he’s fine, but who is he kidding
  • His face has turned greener than his own hair.
  • When you tell him this, he laughs
  • “Don’t worry about me, s/o. I’m fine!”
  • You wish you could believe him
  • But he’s a terrible liar
  • He might as well have written “SAVE ME” on his forehead.
  • The boy literally looks like he’s about to die!
  • “Rantarou…”
  • His relatively calm expression changes like the flick of a switch
  • “I’ll be right back.“
  • "You’re on a plane!”
  • You shove one of the sick bags into his hands and turn away
  • He doesn’t throw up, but he holds it to his face for the rest of the flight, just in case.
  • Even when making jokes.
  • “Gandalf commands you get some rest, s/o.”
  • Silly boy.

Ouma Kokichi

  • The two of you take your seats on the plane
  • You’d been talking about this trip for a while now, and what you’d both do on the plane to pass time
  • But most of all, you can’t wait to watch movies together!
  • You lean your head on his shoulder and turn on the tablet, and scroll through the movies
  • Check if they have Zoolander, s/o, I wanna watch Zoolander.”
  • “Again?!”
  • There’s a jolt as the plane takes off
  • Ouma is clinging to you for dear life!
  • You never expected this from the supreme leader.
  • You’ve been on planes plenty of times before, so you’re completely calm
  • “Hey, I think they have Zoolander on here! Let’s watch it! Ouma!?“
  • He isn’t responding
  • You do the only thing you can do - without causing a scene, at least
  • You cup his cheeks and plant a kiss on his lips
  • When you remove your hands from his cheeks, you notice they’re bright pink!
  • The blushing is contagious! Now your cheeks are red!
  • Ouma smirks
  • He slyly snatches the tablet from your hands, and selects Zoolander on the movie list.
  • "Great idea, s/o!”
  • His words are innocent but his smile is that of a child who had just got their way
  • You roll your eyes and prepare for what seems to be your 1000th time watching Zoolander with Ouma
  • It’s gonna be a long flight

Saihara Shuuichi

  • You’d been on plenty of flights together in the past, both of you knew the drill
  • Hold hands, watch cruddy movies, and talk to each other in hushed whispers to see who could stay awake the longest
  • The two of you took your seats.
  • This was going to be your longest flight so far, and neither of you were going to fall asleep!
  • It wasn’t even a competition anymore - you just wanted to be able to say that you did that together
  • But as the hours went on, the two of you grew rather sleepy
  • Love Actually had ended long ago
  • The two of you looked down at your reflections in the black screen in your lap
  • You had pressed the sides of your heads together and interlaced your fingers
  • He continuously traced little hearts on the back of your hand to distract himself
  • You hummed a tune to keep yourself from drifting off
  • It was dark outside, but neither of you had bothered to turn on your compartment lights
  • But it didn’t bother you
  • It was so relaxing, being with him
  • It felt as if it was only the two of you on the plane…
  • Zzzzzz…
  • You wake up with your head nuzzled into Saihara’s shoulder
  • He grinned down at you shyly, but you could still see a hint of triumph in his eyes
  • He had won!
  • You’re okay with taking the loss because of how cute he looks.
  • But you promise yourself you’ll win next time!

Kaito Momota

  • The boy was used to being above the ground
  • He was the SHSL Astronaut, after all!
  • This was totally his thing!
  • You, on the other hand…
  • Not so much.
  • You hated this thing you were trapped in.
  • Why couldn’t Kaito have just agreed to do a road trip there, anyway?!
  • “I told you I can’t drive, s/o! Besides, flying is fun! You’ll see!”
  • ]Little did he know, it was also your first time flying.
  • But he picked up on it soon enough.
  • What gave it away? The way you gripped his arm like your life depended on it.
  • You had tried your hardest to put on your usual brave face, but screw it, you were thousands of feet in the air and thought you were going to die
  • Kaito wraps an arm around you and rubs your shoulder
  • He assures you, everything is going to go smoothly!
  • He didn’t like seeing you scared like this!
  • The boy plants a kiss on your forehead
  • You feel much better and safer knowing your boyfriend is with you…
  • You snuggle up to him and doze off, hoping the flight will be over by the time you wake up!
  • You wake up, and Kaito gives you a pat on the back
  • You survived! He’s so proud!
  • You smile. That wasn’t so bad after all.


  • You were curious as to what it would be like to fly with your robot boyfriend…
  • You knew you wouldn’t have to worry about him getting sick
  • And he wouldn’t have to get up to go to the bathroom, either!
  • It’d just be you and him, the entire flight!
  • It was also reassuring that robots probably couldn’t have a fear of heights, either…
  • Which you were scolded for saying by Kiibo before taking your seats.
  • “Do not discriminate! Just because we are not human, does not mean we cannot feel emotions such as fear! Now eat your sandwich, I don’t want you getting hungry! I love you!”
  • The plane takes off, and you sink into your seat.
  • Kiibo got the window seat, whilst you were stuck with the mediocre view of the aisle and all the plane’s passengers
  • After a few moments of mindless chatter, you hear a gasp
  • Next to you, Kiibo is making all types of noises indicating his shock
  • “Kiibo?”
  • He doesn’t reply
  • He’s completely mesmerised by the sight in the window!
  • You lean over his shoulder, and now so are you!
  • The two of you watch as the plane flies through the clouds and over the country
  • It’s a beautiful sight!
  • But what’s even more beautiful is the look of pure happiness on your boyfriend’s face as he watches the sight below him!
  • He looks back at you, and grins
  • You pull him in for a kiss
  • He reminds you again that he loves you!
  • And you tell him you love him back!

Gonta Gokuhara

  • Gonta is not afraid!
  • Gonta won’t get sick!
  • Gonta will not kick the seats!
  • He promises he’ll be a gentleman and behave appropriately on the flight
  • It gets off to a weird start
  • Gonta can barely fit in the seat!
  • After some shuffling around, he had managed to fit himself in the tight space
  • But now you’re smushed up against the wall of the plane!
  • The view of the cement ground’s not half bad when your face is pressed against the window, but still
  • Gonta notices and he’s!! So sorry!!
  • He scooches over to the edge of his seat to leave enough room for you so that you can at least breathe!
  • You’re grateful, and thank Gonta for trying
  • But it seems you’re going to have to get used to tight spaces, at least for the next hour or so
  • And his shoulder does make a relatively good pillow
  • You rest for a little while…
  • The man sneezes
  • It’s  a near death experience
  • All the passengers jump in their seats a little
  • Gonta is sorry! Again!
  • You fall back asleep, this time he dozes off a little, too
  • You both wake up a couple hours later and you remind yourself to make him take the window seat next time on the way back

Ryouma Hoshi

  • You’ve been in the air for 10 minutes
  • You had to help him up into his seat, believe it or not
  • Even he was surprised!
  • He can usually do that stuff himself… how embarrassing
  • But what’s even more embarrassing
  • Is when a stewardess hurries over to your compartment
  • Holding what can only be described as the “Kid’s Meal” - A juice box and an apple.
  • She hastily places it on Hoshi’s fold-out table
  • “I’m sorry for not seeing your son earlier, Miss! He is rather short!“
  • And just like that she’s gone
  • You stop your conversation with Hoshi mid-sentence and point to the meal, holding in what is probably the biggest laugh of your entire life
  • In all the flights you and Hoshi had ever been on, this was certainly a first
  • Hoshi stares at the meal for a moment with his huge eyes
  • He’s speechless, and so are you
  • He grabs the juice and gives it to you, and saves the apple for himself
  • "That didn’t just happen…”
  • You nod, taking a sip of the juice
  • The attendant hurries back with a colouring in sheet and a blue marker, and disappears once more
  • The pen becomes useless, because the sheet is now covered in the orange juice you just spat out from laughing so hard
  • You don’t let it go for the rest of the flight
Anonymous | pt. v

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Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader
Word Count: 2226
Rating: T

Summary: Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met?
You just shot to tumblr fame when the latest chapter of your webtoon went viral. Messages start flooding in – hundreds of people saying things good and bad alike. One anon catches your eye, and you find you just have to reply to them…

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Long Live - Chapter 15

We’re back on track with one more chapter to go! Wow, this has gone by quickly. Thank you to @mylasagnaisraw and @gaysonofjafar for betaing this chapter and thank you everyone who reads and comments.

Pairing: Prinxiety, Logicality 


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The day of the coronation finally rolled around. Virgil sat on the window seat, wrapped up in a blanket and staring out at the gardens as they slowly brightened with the rising sun. He sighed and rested his head against the window, the glass feeling cold and soothing against his forehead, as if it could seep through his skin and calm his whirring thoughts too.

The castle was deadly silent, the kind of silence you could almost hear. It was devoid of the sounds that came with normal life, the chatter of people as they walked outside or through the wall from the corridor on the other side, faint but all too clear at the same time. But now it was silent, most people still blissfully asleep.

In a few hours Virgil would be coronated, dragged kicking and screaming into a life he refused to accept without Roman by his side. But here he was, with Roman nowhere to be found. He was doing it alone.

Well, if you didn’t count Patton and Logan.

Who, as coincidence would have it, were also awake. They were holed up in Logan’s room as Patton whispered into a phone and Logan typed away on a laptop.

“No, he’ll love it. No, she knows too.” Patton whispered, careful not to wake anyone up. Being confronted and asked what they were doing wouldn’t go down well. The clicks of Logan’s keyboard faded into background noise as Patton paused, listening to what the other person was saying before smiling and nodding to himself. “No, Virgil doesn’t know…Yes, I’m sure. This is going to be great!” Another short pause. “Okay. Just follow the instructions Logan’s sending you. He knows what to do, he always does.”

Logan didn’t look up from the laptop. Patton hung up soon after, immediately making his way over the where Logan sat, perching on the side of the armchair. “You done, Lo?” he asked, placing a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“I think so. Everything she organized is in place. It’s up to him now, it’s out of our hands,” Logan replied, shutting the lid of the laptop and raising his hand to gently rest it on top of Patton’s.

“Don’t worry. He’ll turn up, I’m sure of it.”

Logan sighed, letting the tiredness he felt slip through his stoic persona as he let his head fall back against the chair. “For once, I hope you’re right. I really do.”


Virgil was pulled from a light sleep by the sound of the door opening. He scrambled to wake up under the fog that hung heavy over his consciousness and look as if he hadn’t been sleeping on the window seat. His eyes felt heavy and his mind sluggish and slow, as if everything was happening in slow motion.

His mother slipped into the room, looking sheepish and on-edge. She wrung her hands together as she stood there, looking about as tired as Virgil felt.

Virgil scowled at the sight of his mother, dropping the blanket and letting it silently pool at his feet. She would get no sympathy from him, no matter how tired she looked. Her silence at the meeting was still fresh to him, it still hurt in ways she couldn’t imagine. Of course she wouldn’t be able to imagine it. She’d stepped down, no one had stopped her from being with who she chose. Yet she felt compelled to stop him from having the same choice. And that was the thing Virgil couldn’t understand.

“Virgil, honey, we need to talk,” she stated.

“I don’t think I want to talk to you right now,” Virgil mumbled, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“Okay then, you don’t need to talk, just listen,” she replied, stepping towards him. “I never should have let Roman be taken away. I should have stuck up for you, told your grandmother that what she was doing was wrong. I know that now and I’m so, so sorry.”

“What use is sorry? Roman’s gone and that can’t be fixed. Why couldn’t you have said all of this then, mom? When something could’ve actually been done!”

“I tried, honestly I did, but it’s hard.”

“What do you mean it’s hard? All you had to do was tell her to stop!”

“It’s not that easy, Virgil!”

“Why not? What could make it so hard?”

“She could take you away!”

Virgil stared, open-mouthed and silent. “What do you mean?”

Angeline sighed, swiping at her eyes to destroy any evidence of the tears that desperately wished to fall. “You grandmother doesn’t need to keep me here. She does it out of courtesy for you. We hadn’t talked in years until the day she made the announcement, it was always one of her assistants. If I get in the way, she can force me to pack my bags at a moment’s notice.”

“You two always seemed so…close though.”

“That’s just politeness. She used to love me, I’m sure she still does deep down. She just doesn’t love my choice to abdicate. Since before his death she’s seen it as a waste, she never liked him. We went to her, same as you and Roman did, and got the same answer, that together we’d bring this country to ruin.”

“No,” Virgil cut in, “she hated us ‘cause we’re gay, it’s nothing to do with the country.”

Angeline shook her head. “That’s what she said but I know her, it’s not true. She thinks the only way to keep the kingdom going is to marry into another royal family. If you picked Thomas, for example, I know she wouldn’t have acted the same way.”

“Does this mean you’re on my side?” Virgil asked.

“Honey, I’ve always been on your side, and I always will be,” she smiled, silently offering a hug with open arms.

Virgil sobbed as he rushed forward, accepting the hug. Angeline stayed with him, gently comforting, until his sobs had turned into no more than the occasional slight hiccup, before pulling away.

“Now,” she smiled, “let’s get you ready for that coronation.”

Virgil nodded, smiling slightly.


The coronation hall was filled with chatter as people socialized before taking their seats. The conversations blended together into a dull roar in the room, the high ceilings easily allowing the conversations to echo and bounce off the walls, making the noise even louder.

Virgil sat in a side room, subconsciously bouncing his leg as Patton and Logan stood nearby. The room was silent, the noise from the main hall dying out before it could seep through the wall. The entire event made his anxiety sky-rocket, just the thought of having to go out there made him drop his head into his hands. The purple suit didn’t help matters, the constricting material making breathing even harder than it already was.

“You gonna be okay, sport?” Patton asked, sitting down as Logan watched from the corner.

Virgil nodded, looking as confident as he felt. “I just wish Roman was here.”

Patton and Logan nodded, looking to each other. Neither of them could imagine being parted from the other, and neither ever wanted to find out what that pain felt like. Seeing Virgil going through it pained them enough.

“Y’know,” Virgil started, “I never even told him I loved him. I should have done it when I had the chance.”

Patton’s eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall. He wiped them away before Virgil could see but Logan caught on quickly, taking Patton’s hand in a silent show of affection.

The door opened and The Queen slipped in. Patton and Logan stood, silently making their way out of their room and to their seats. The Queen seemed to be the only one who was excited about the whole affair, grinning as she walked into the room.

“I can’t believe the day is finally here!” she exclaimed. “You’re going to be a great ruler now, Virgil. I just know it.”

“I would be better if I had Roman here,” Virgil mumbled.

The Queen’s gaze darkened. “Now, we both know that’s not true. You need to put the good of the country before yourself and he definitely doesn’t fit that description.”

“If you think that then you don’t know him as well as you thought.  Roman worked for you for years and this is how you repay him? He’s the only reason I agreed to do this and your backwards thinking ruined that!” Virgil exploded, standing and glaring at her.

A knock sounded at the door, telling the two it was time. The Queen turned away from the door to face Virgil. “Drop this, now,” she warned, a dark tone coloring her voice. She turned away from him, gripped the door handle and strode out into the hall and towards the podium.

Virgil hung back, waiting for the signal to walk out. The hall was now silent, the footsteps of his grandmother sounded even louder without the distraction of the chatter from before, throwing his mind into chaos.

Soon, the footsteps stopped and the silence became unbearable again. A man who had opened the door motioned to him.

‘That’s the cue.’

He sighed and walked out, replacing the silence with his own footsteps. Every head in the hall turned to face him, their eyes following his every move. The TV cameras were visible from the corner of his eye, another few million people who were watching him through a screen. Panic started to bubble up in his chest, red hot fire that raced from his chest to the tips of his fingers.

‘Keep calm. Roman’s watching.’ He told himself, knowing his instructor wouldn’t miss this for the world.

Virgil pushed on, walking towards the podium. He passed Logan and Patton, catching their eyes for a split second before moving on. A grinning figure closer to the front of the crowd caught his eye, almost making him to a double take. Thomas sat there, almost beaming with pride as he watched. He waved slightly as Virgil stared, before mouthing ‘where’s Roman?’. Virgil discreetly shook his head before looking back down and finally walking up the podium. He never saw the look of concern that came over Thomas.

Virgil didn’t remember much of the coronation after that, it all passed by in a blur. He remembered sitting down in the chair and having the crown placed on his head. The number of people officiating and making speeches seemed to drone on forever, their words blurring into mind-numbing noise the longer they went on. Virgil stood up on auto-pilot to make his own speech, the words he’d had to memorize already launching themselves into his conscious thoughts upon command. He was standing in front of the microphone when he made the decision. He wiped all thoughts of the memorized speech and started to speak.

“If you asked me a few months ago if I’d have accepted the chance to be king, to be ruler of this country the answer would have been no. If you’d asked me if I would have accepted the offer to even be here I would have said no. I didn’t want to do this…but it has also been the best few months of my entire life. I’ve learnt so much about so many things I never even knew existed. I’ve learnt so much about this country and its people that I barely knew before. I’ve met people who have changed my life in ways I never thought possible and who I wouldn’t trade for the world. People who convinced me to stand here today and say this, to take on this huge responsibility and run this country. And now I can say, with them by my side, I will aim to be the best ruler I can hope to be.”

As he turned away, thunderous applause echoed through the hall. His grandmother’s face held a look of carefully composed fury, he’d strayed from her perfectly planned script and there was nothing she could do about it. He smiled sweetly at her before spinning to the associate and signing the papers that were held out for him. The applause continued as he faced the crowd and started to make his way down the steps, his grandmother following closely behind.

That was it. He was king.

And he felt miserable.


This wasn’t requested, but I read a short fic that inspired me to write this. It was much different than this and I wanted to put my own twist on it. 

Summary: As a new wrestler, you didn’t have many friends. But you had one friend…..with benefits. You kept things interesting by having a bet and the end of every show determined how things would go.

Pairing: Pete Dunne/ OC 

Warnings: Smut.

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I just found that blog and already enjoy your writing very much! Are you taking prompts? If yes, then: body swap between neurodivergent and neurotypical person. It would be so exciting, to see that story in your style 💖

It’s taken me a while to get to this prompt! I didn’t want to take it lightly since I’m neurotypical. I talked to one of my friends who’s neurodivergent, so hopefully her help allowed me to do this prompt justice!


Ashley wakes up well-rested with the memory of falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow the night before.

This is her first clue.

The second is the alarm blaring next to her head, a constantly increasing BRRR BRRRR BRRRR sound. It’s annoying, but not painfully so, not like nails in her head, and she’s just…irritated. That’s all.

Her third clue comes when she sits up and sees her best friend Sera across the room.

“Sera…?” Ashley asks and then stops. That wasn’t her voice. She looks down. This isn’t her body. “Oh. I’m Sera.”

It’s not common–though it’s not uncommon either–to switch bodies. Typically kids grow out of it around 12, they stop coming home in their friend’s body, stop charging down the stairs to announce to Mr. and Mrs. So-and-so that their kid will be home soon, they switched last night, no worries, is that breakfast? 

What is uncommon is the fact that Ashley switched. Switching requires a close bond, being on the same frequency as the other person, and she’s definitely not on the same frequency as Sera.

Or she didn’t think they were.

“We really are friends,” she says out loud, surprised. There’s none of the instinctive fear rising at the thought, no inner voice saying that she’s probably reading this wrong, nothing. She just feels…warm.

“Sera?” Mrs. Henderson says from outside the door. She has to raise her voice a little to be heard over the still-blaring alarm. “Honey, are you okay? Your alarm’s been going for a while.”

Ashley stares at the door, speechless. The alarm is loud, painfully so, but she’d still heard Mrs. Henderson. The alarm had almost faded when she focused on Mrs. Henderson’s voice. Normally she would have had to turn the alarm off to sort out all the input, she might have even had to sit quietly for a while just to get the sound out of her head, but this body had prioritized it instantly.

Instinctively, Ashley wraps her arms around herself, but, instead of being comforted, she’s just…wrapping her arms around herself.

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Soulmate, My Ass: Part XI [Eric Coulter x Reader]

AN: Hey, guys. I’m gonna be out of town for a couple of days, and I don’t know if I can get a connection or not. So, I just wanna post this one for y’all real quick. Love you.

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You stood in front of the mirror, tracing the skin over your right ribcage. The slightly wonky but elegant cursive stood in stark contrast on your skin. You were born with those words and you hated it. You hated the fact that fate had taken your choice and chosen someone for you. You were always free-spirited, daring and reckless. You hated order and you always had a problem with authority. And to think that someone was destined for you and you for them just irked you senseless. 

You were born with those words and you hated it.

A year had passed since that day of the Test. A lot has happened. You met him, your soulmate. He was a transfer from Erudite who was both brilliant and ruthless in equal measures. He was as handsome as he was infuriating. He was the most impossible man you’ve ever met and you’ve lived in Dauntless your whole life. You loved him and you hated it.

The intercom screeched and you looked up. They are calling all Dauntless members to the Pit. You sighed as you shoved your tank top down and strapped a gun to your thigh. It has begun.

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