i warned you this was coming if i didn't find something to do


possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.


❛ Nine years! Why have I not seen you? ❜
❛ Where the hell have you been? ❜
❛ Would you please shut up! ❜
❛ Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. ❜
❛ Surely, the dead can wait. ❜
❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜
❛ What the hell do you know about being a bastard? ❜
❛ I heard you the first time. ❜
❛ It’s no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. ❜
❛ I just want to stand on top of the Wall and pissoff the edge of the world! ❜
❛ Give me a good, clean death any day. ❜
❛ What good will my sympathies do them? ❜
❛ Your absence has already been noted. ❜
❛ One word and I hit you again. ❜
❛ I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜
❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜
❛ I swear, if I weren’t your king/queen, you’d have hit me already. ❜
❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜
❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜
❛ Oh, it’s unspeakable to you? ❜
❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜
❛ You broke my nose, bastard! ❜
❛ I wonder how long it’d take you to hit! ❜
❛ They hate me because I'm better than they are! ❜
❛ Glad to see you’re protecting the Throne. ❜
❛ It must be strange for you, coming into this room. ❜
❛ But you just stood there and watched. ❜
❛ Is that what you tell yourself at night? ❜
❛ How could you let this happen?! ❜
❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜
❛ Do you remember anything about what happened? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ I have a gift for you. ❜
❛ Will I really be able to ride? ❜
❛ Is this some kind of trick? ❜
❛ Piss on that! I wanna hit somebody! ❜
❛ You do move quietly. ❜
❛ You’re speaking of murdering a child. ❜
❛ You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❜
❛ I felt something for you once, you know. ❜
❛ Does that make you feel better, or worse? ❜
❛ You wish to confess your crimes? ❜
❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜
❛ I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing?! ❜
❛ I have that right, same as you. ❜


❛ We looked for you on the battlefield, but you were nowhere to be found! ❜
❛ I…I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms! ❜
❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜
❛ Knowledge is power. ❜
❛ Excuse the interruption. Carry on. ❜
❛ It’s been a… remarkable journey! ❜
❛ You brought this on yourself. ❜
❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜
❛ Do you understand we’re losing the war?! ❜
❛ Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! ❜
❛ Must be hard for you- to be the disappointing child. ❜
❛ Oh, I trust them with my life- just not with yours. ❜
❛ Three victories don’t make you a conqueror. ❜
❛ I won’t need a servant to do my beheading for me! ❜
❛ I heard you suffered a terrible head wound.  ❜
❛ I am very good at keepingsecrets for my good friends. ❜
❛ Who threatened you? ❜
❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜
❛ I’ll have you thrown into the sea! ❜
❛ I am a pirate- I’m an excellent pirate! ❜
❛ That’s a promise that always comes true. ❜
❛ You don’t know how persuasive I am. ❜
❛ You’re the mosthonest smuggler I ever met. ❜
❛ You have no need to see this. ❜
❛ I believe we know how to pour our own wine. ❜
❛ Maybe I’ll hire this cook of yours. ❜
❛ I don’t listen to filth. ❜
❛ I appreciate your loyalty. ❜
❛ I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp! ❜
❛ I just wouldn’t feel safe with you lurking about. ❜
❛ I command you to arrest this cutthroat! ❜
❛ Do you hear me?! ❜
❛ I think there’s more to ruling than that. ❜
❛ There’s no bigger joke in the world than that. ❜
❛ What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? ❜
❛ Your time with the wolves has made you weak. ❜
❛ You gave me away if you remember. ❜
❛ You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. ❜
❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜
❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜
❛ You want to know what side my family fights on? ❜
❛ You gonna tell me where you’re from? ❜
❛ You can’t talk to me like that! ❜
❛ That’s twice I’ve warned you. ❜
❛ I don’t want you in my tent oneminute more than necessary. ❜
❛ It would be my pleasure. ❜


❛ You’re wearing the wrong color. ❜
❛ When I’m free, will I be free to go? ❜
❛ I'll be free to kill you. ❜
❛ From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart. ❜
❛ You’re telling me you saw… one of them.  ❜
❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜
❛ We’ll need to find you a new cloak. ❜
❛ I need an army. ❜
❛ It’s too beautiful of a day, to argue. ❜
❛ I am wondering why you sent for me. ❜
❛ Have you grown boredprotecting me? ❜
❛ I’m sure you’ve filled your pockets. ❜
❛ I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what I’m paying you now! ❜
❛ Am I enjoying it? ❜
❛ I heard how happy you were. ❜
❛ I gave you real power and authority. ❜
❛ You brought a whore into my bed. ❜
❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜
❛ A little bloody gratitude would be a start. ❜
❛ So tell me what you want. ❜
❛ I want what is mine by right. ❜
❛ The next whore I catch in your bed, I’ll hang. ❜
❛ I’m not your enemy. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen anything like it. ❜
❛ Even the bravest men fear death. ❜
❛ Tell the good master there is no need. ❜
❛ Here, I’m done with you. ❜
❛ How many do you have to sell? ❜
❛ We don’t get to choose who we love. ❜
❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜
❛ Are you frightened, child? ❜
❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜
❛ I have traitor’s blood. ❜
❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜
❛ Please, don’t stop the wedding. ❜
❛ That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping. ❜
❛ I have no doubtyou will prove equal to this challenge. ❜
❛ This is the safest place in the city. ❜
❛ Any advice for me, on my new position? ❜
❛ How long will you be gone? ❜
❛ You don’t have the strength. It would kill you. ❜
❛ There is another way, a better way. ❜
❛ The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. ❜
❛ What’re you doing, leading a mob of peasants? ❜
❛ I should have killed you! ❜
Is That a Thong?

paring: Peter Parker x reader

plot: Peter finds a thong in readers stuff. 

A/n: I suck at plots, anyway I didn’t do much writing so iIhope I can make up for the loss. 

warning: Wade, that should be enough. 

word count: 722

It was Y/n’s day off from training. Y/n would usually spend her day off lazing out, but Wade was forcing her to out with him. He said something about having a girls day out. It was more of girl and merch with a mouth day. 

“Wade, are you done yet?” she whined. Y/n was sitting between two pile of clothing both for men and women. She didn't even bother asking why Wade had to try on every piece of clothing in the store. All he wanted to do was get something special for Vanessa, it was there 3 year anniversary after all. 

“So how is Peter?” Wade rolled the ‘r’. Y/n thought about her boyfriend and wondered what he was doing, ‘he’s most probably having fun with the gang’ she thought. It’s not that Y/n didn’t like spending time with Wade, in fact she loves it, but right now it was just down right annoying.

Wade picked out something for Vanessa a long time ago and paid for it too, he even got something for him and his stuffed toy unicorn. 

“hey writer, she has a name you know it’s Uni. Now get back to writing,“ 

“Wade, who are you talking too?” Y/n asked her best friend. “I am talking to the writer who is writing- ahh never mind” Wade came out of the dresser with a pink strapless sundress, y/n looked at him wide eyed, she didn’t even know why she was shocked this was just typical Wade. 

“does this make my ankles look fat?” 

 Y/n came home with a bag filled with clothes, she went to her room not bothering turning on the light, she jumped on her bed revealed that she can finally take a nap. 

Her head fell on her fluffy pillow, just when she was about to close her eyes, she felt someone’s hand wrap around her waist. Y/n screamed and rolled off her bed hitting herself on her way down. 

“FRIDAY lights now,” Y/n said and got up as fast she can without hurting herself in some way. 

“Peter?” she asked looking at her sleepy boyfriend “what are you doing here?” Peter rubbed the sleep from his eyes “ I got bored so I came here waiting for you to come home, but I guess I fell asleep,”.  You smiled and got back into bed. 

“didn’t you go shopping with Wade today? How was it? what did you buy?” Peter nudged your shoulder and you let a low growl which made peter laugh. “Was is that bad?” he kissed your temple. “ No it was great actually pretty amazing, but it was so long” Peter laughed. 

“what did you get, I wanna see,”  he said. Y/n chuckled “it’s in the bag over there the y/h/c girl pointed at the bag that was on the dressing table. Y/n went to the bathroom and Peter went to look at the things she bought. It wasn’t a lot.

Peter looked throw your things when he found a small bag in it there was some type of black material. He took out the lacy fabric out, but he didn’t expect what he was about to see. It was a lacy black thong. 

Peter blushed thinking about you wearing something like that. 

“so peter what do you think about- is that a thong?” Y/n scanned the thong in Peter’s hands. 

“that’s not mine,” both said at the same time. 

You looked at one another and blushed “if it isn’t yours then who’s is it?’’ Peter questioned. “ I think I took someone else one by mistake,”. 

Just then someone bursts out of the window “ that’s mine” Wade said he had his infamous red suit on, he took the thong from Peter’s hands. You looked at him quizzically “since when you wear a thong?’’ Peter asked. Wade wore the thong on top of his red suit. 

“Since always Spidey, but you wouldn’t know, now would you” Wade flirted with Peter and supposedly winked at him, but you couldn’t see because of his mask. 

“but in all seriousness does this thong make my butt look big?” Wade asked as he did a weird pose.  

anonymous asked:

If Haggar went by the name Honvera before the war, is it possible Lotor went by Sincline? If so, then it's possible Allura does know Lotor, but knew him as Sincline and just doesn't think they're the same person. Also she and Coran don't share information about the past unless it's immediately pressing, they didn't tell anyone about Zarkon, Haggar, or the original paladins until they had to. It's possible they wouldn't say anything about 'Sincline' if they thought he was dead and didn't matter.

I’ve considered the possibility Lotor wasn’t using the same name in the past.

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anonymous asked:

How did you guys get together?

Michael: Okay kiddies, buckle up. It’s story time!

It all started way waaay back when Jeremy found the first key to the hunt. He just so happened to run into Christine there, who was also after the key. Jeremy had been following her blog about the hunt for several years, and he had a pretty big crush on her.

Jeremy: Her avatar is cute! Come on…

Michael: Yeah, she’s a cutie alright! Anyway, the two of them started chatting and they hit it off pretty well. After the High Five formed—that was me, Jeremy, Christine, Rich, and Jake, the people in the top five slots of the scoreboard—the two of them started hanging out more and more. And Jeremy kinda sorta started ditching me for Christine.

Jeremy: …I was a huge dick back then.

Michael: Yeah, no kidding. He’d blow me off all the time just to be with her instead. I warned him several times that he shouldn’t get so serious—his obsession with her would eventually backfire and then what would he do? But he didn’t listen to me, and we got into a really big f-fight—

Jeremy: Easy, M. It’s okay.

Michael: *sighs* Yeah, I know. Um…where was I? Oh, right. I’d been in love with Jeremy since the beginning, ever since I met him. After our fight we, we didn’t speak for several months. I was really fucking pissed at him, and he thought he was right, and I wasn’t going to apologize, so…

Jeremy: We were both really bitter.

Michael: Yeah. And Christine dumped your ass even though you were never dating, haha.

Jeremy: Yeah, yeah, I get it! You were right all along, blah blah blah.

Michael: Heheh! And then, uh—I sent Jeremy an email telling him where to find the next key, as payback since he helped me find the first one.

Jeremy: And I was so relieved to hear from you again. You have no idea!

Michael: I got that when you sent a reply apologizing for being such an ass, haha.

Jeremy: During those couple months apart I realized just how much I missed Michael and being with him. Christine was avoiding talking to me at the time as well so I was pretty much on my own, no friends to talk to…it was really lonely. But I had a lot of time to think about my relationship with Michael, and soon enough that longing to be with him again sort of…evolved into something bigger than I ever expected. I realized then that I’d actually loved Michael all along and never understood it until that moment. But I was—I was really afraid to tell him because I thought I’d ruined our friendship, and I didn’t want to ruin it again, you know?

Michael: Yeah.

Jeremy: And then…we met up after I apologized and everything was fine. We were back to our usual antics and god, I was so, so happy to see that.

Michael: It was so good to see you after all that time, I just—I couldn’t stay mad anymore.

Jeremy: Yeah. And then, um, everyone else left after we planned our final attack and how we were gonna get to the final gate. Then it was just the two of us.

Michael: Jeremy told me what he’d been feeling during those months apart but he was very vague about who he was referring to. I thought he was talking about Christine at first but he told me he didn’t like her that way anymore, and—

Jeremy: You thought that I was talking about somebody else entirely! You were so dense, oh my god.

Michael: *laughs* Oh, shut up!

Jeremy: I sort of freaked out and accidentally spilled my feelings for Michael. I started having a panic attack because I thought I’d ruined everything, and right when we’d come back to being friends and all.

Michael: But then I told him that I felt the same way! And so we decided to get together.

Jeremy: At that point we hadn’t met in real life but we already knew each other so intimately that we didn’t care what we looked like outside of the OASIS.

Michael: I mean. I care.

Jeremy: Well duh—I meant we’d accept what we looked like in real life no matter what.

Michael: And hot damn, I got lucky with you. You’re much cuter in real life than in the OASIS.

Jeremy: Hey…

Michael: Haha! When I saw Jeremy for the first time in real life, I couldn’t believe my eyes!

Jeremy: Me neither. We were both stuttering messes when we met in person.

Michael: You were just so adorable I didn’t know what to do with myself…

Jeremy: Oh my god shut up!!

Michael: But you are! I love you~

Jeremy: Heh…

Michael: So, yeah! That ends our tale. That is how we discovered our feelings for each other. Once the final battle was over and Jeremy won the competition, we moved in together and started dating for real. Ta-dah!

anonymous asked:

Can you please write how story will turns out (after the party) if MC actually is a favourite daughter of the head of the most powerful criminal organization and even Saeran didn't know it, bc it was hidden very well? And her dad actually lost her for that 11 days. For RFA + Saeran +V. Hope, you'll like this idea. Love your writing!

I love requests like this, I’ve read them on other imagines blogs and it was so hard not to go the same way they did, so I tried to keep it soft. Like, her dad is very angry, but he can be very sarcastic and more passive aggressive than really violent and intimidating, and MC is the only one who’s not scared of him. And I think I just made this clear on Saeran one, but MC doesn’t have a mom here, which probably made her father even more concerned, since she’s the only one he has.

Hope you like it! ^^

TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of a panic attack on Saeran one

RFA + V and Saeran meeting MC’s criminal father


  • You tell him your gangsta boss dad wants to meet him
  • He thinks is a joke at first, but when you two come to your father’s house and he sees the guns… boy
  • He was nervous just because he had to meet your father, now he’s pretty much scared.
  • “Sweetie, is this your new bodyguard? If you wanted a pretty one, you should have asked me instead of looking for one on some stranger’s apartment. You roll your eyes.
  • “Oh, I’ve seen the news, isn’t that the guy accused of sexual harassment?” “Which he already proved being innocent, dad. Something that would never happen if you went to trial. “
  • Zen is scared of seeing his delicate and sweet princess so feisty, but thinks your interaction with your father is kinda funny.
  • Not so funny when your father brings up everything he found about him. School dropout, former member of a biker’s gang and those promo pictures for “Promiscuous Jalapeno”…  your father doesn’t even know what to think.
  • But the worst is the fact that you disappeared from his sight for 11 days and came back with this guy… “Oh, she wasn’t with me for 11 days, sir. She’s been at my house for 2 nights, well, one and a half, technically…” ZEN, SHUT UP!
  • By that point you’re pretty much done with your dad’s passive aggressive threats and Zen’s brutal honesty, so you snap: “Daddy, listen to me. I was staying at this apartment for a couple of days, then he broke his leg and I went to his house to help him, but he kicked me out during night, which I must say… not cool, Zen! I got back to the apartment, which had a bomb on it, and then there was this weird punk guy talking about taking me to paradise or whatever, and Zen saved me, dad! I love him and I never felt safer like I feel around him!”
  • “You… saved her?” “Of course! She was left on her own at this apartment with a bomb! Can you believe it, sir?” and then the two of them started talking about your safety and… well, you were relieved they found something in common.
  • In the end, your father is very impressed about his fast healing and the fact that this isn’t his real name. “We work with fake names around here too.”
  • “You look very strong, son. If you ever consider changing careers, I might have something for you…” you refuse before Zen can say anything.


  • He’s so scared when you tell him your father wants to meet him
  •  And you didn’t even mention he is the head of the mafia
  • When you do… poor thing, he keeps saying he’s fine, but you can see him shaking.
  •  And all those guns on the dinner table aren’t helping at all…
  • “Hi, sir… I’m Yoosung Kim, I’m a vet student at Sky University, I’m 21 years old and this isn’t my natural hair color!” What the fuck, Yoosung?
  • “Oh,I see… sweetie, I thought you were bringing your boyfriend to dinner, who’s that girl?” “Very funny, dad.” He’s so terrified at the guns he doesn’t even hear this comment.
  • “So, sweetie… long time no see, what you’ve been up too? I mean, besides going to stranger’s apartments and dating guys who could come across as your younger brother?” Now Yoosung listens, how mean…
  • “Nothing much, dad. I’ve been trying to get away from your overprotective care and dating a guy who hasn’t a criminal record, for a change. What about you?” Yoosung couldn’t believe the way you treat each other, if he ever talked with his mother like that… well, he wouldn’t be here to tell the story.
  • Your dad keeps throwing these shady comments during all dinner, and you know Yoosung didn’t say anything yet because he’s trying to be respectful, not because he is a coward, so you let it out:
  • “Yoosung, don’t worry, I love you and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what my father says. And as for you, dad, I… do you really want to know what happened in those 11 days? I’ll tell you! I was trapped with a bomb on his dead cousin’s apartment, may god rest her soul, and this guy  here did anything he could to find who led me there. See his eye? It’s MY fault! And it’s completely unfair to him to be treated like that when all he’s done to me is caring and loving me. So, please… just stop being this prick to the MAN I chose!”
  • “What happened to your eye, son?” “Oh, I… I was just gaining some time for my friend to run away, a guy… tortured me and…” “And you lived to tell? That guy was an amateur…” “Or maybe I’m stronger than you think, sir.” OH WOW!
  • In the end, your father really appreciates Yoosung’s devotion to you, since loyalty is something very important in his… business.
  • He also likes how despite all that, he seems like a very innocent guy… oh, father! If he only knew the things you are gonna do with your boyfriend after seeing him so confident like that…


  • When you tell her your father wants to meet her, she seems fine?
  • Then you tell her about his… job, and she’s… not even impressed? Okay…
  • It looks more like you’ve never been here before, she… feels so calm…
  • “Hi, sweetie, you brought a friend for dinner?” “Girlfriend, daddy.”
  • “Oh… I see…” his tone is so monotone and cold, neither of you can tell what he’s thinking. Honestly, you can live with your father being a criminal, but he being a homophobic? That’s another story!
  • “I should have seen it coming, all these guys who work for me on this house every day, and you never showed any interest on any of them.” “I like guys too, daddy, But the mafia thing, you know… is not really my type.”
  • “Well, sweetie, you should make up your mind before you hurt this poor woman…” “Bisexuality is a real thing, sir. And I won’t be hurt since I’m bisexual as your daughter.” “Jaehee?” you look at her surprised, she’s not even looking at him and just calmly drinks her water.
  • “Okay, Ms. Kang. But should I be worried about you hurting my daughter, then? You seem a little older than her, maybe a little more experienced, my daughter is a immature naïve girl who disappeared from me for almost two weeks and came back thinking she’s bisexual… you are not using her, are you?” “Daddy, come on…”
  • “You should think higher of your own daughter, sir. She’s younger, but she’s smart and if you must know, she’s the one who’s been showing a lot more of knowledge in life helping me through my change of careers.” “Oh, really? Tell me more about that.”
  • And then she tells everything about leaving C  & R and opening her own business, and then she tells a little about her life, how was growing up at a house where she wasn’t wanted, graduating early in college and being a black belt in judo. sometimes I forget how baddass she is, Ilove her so much
  • When she finishes, your dad is enchanted, and you fell in love with her all over again.
  •  “I apologize, Ms. Kang. You are a very amazing woman who does justice to another amazing woman. If you ever want some help with your business, I’ll be more than glad to take down the competition…” “I would rather do that providing a good service, sir, but thanks…”
  • “Marry her, or I will…” your father whispers to you.


  • You tell him about dinner with your father.  He’s glad, he’s been longing to make your relationship official to both the families.
  • When you tell him about  the mafia, he’s… curious. How come a sweet and innocent girl like you grew up at such a violent environment?
  • He promises he’ll try not to be judgmental, but as soon as he sees the henchmen in position and the guns… he’s legitimately worried about you.
  • “Hello, how is your father?” “He’s fine, thank you for asking. Do you know each other?” “Well, his company has been a pain on my ass for a while now…” “It’s my company too, as it is very likely I’ll be the next CEO.” Jumin, shut up!
  •  “I see… maybe we can do business pretty soon.” “Right now, I would rather focus on getting to know my future father-in-law.” Uhh, Jumin, so smooth…
  • “Oh, so you’re the one who kept her trapped at your house for two days?” “I believe it was three days, sir.” WHAT THE FUCK, JUMIN? YOU’RE GONNA MENTION THE CAGE TOO?
  • “Daddy, I was completely fine with him there. And I must say I felt way safer with him than I ever felt here with all these… guns… and your… employees…” both of the men feel really flustered with your response.
  • “Now, sweetie, don’t be ungrateful. You might see me as overprotective, but I’m always concerned for your safety. And don’t let yourself be fooled. He looks like a gentleman, but if he is anything like his father, you might be in trouble.” Oh boy…
  • “I’m sure you mean well, sir. But I should warn you I’m nothing like my father. And I must say I understand very well why would you be overprotective of such a adorable lady, but you should let her be free to make her own decisions. That’s… something I’m learning by myself as well…” both you and your father feel very thrilled right now.
  • “Well, I suppose she was safe with you after all, much better than being by herself at some stranger’s apartment…”
  • Your father is very impressed about Jumin’s respect for you, he feels as reliable as any of his henchmen, and most importantly, you seem so happy… how can he fight against your happiness?
  • Dinner is over, and you accompany Jumin to his car where Driver Kim is waiting. “Jumin, be honest…” “Yes, MC?” “How many times you held yourself of answering everytime I said ‘daddy’?” “More than you would like to know, MC…”


  • He’s pretty nervous about meeting your father when you tell him.
  • But when you tell him about his job, he’s surprisingly more relaxed?
  • Oh come on, he’s been dealing with shady people his whole life! Why would he be worried?
  • “Oh sweetie, you brought a clown with you, when is your boyfriend coming?” Saeyoung has a comeback involving “coming”, you almost can read his mind and just glare at him, so he gives up.
  • “So… you must be the boy who got trapped with my daughter at some stranger’s apartment, then took her to this secret cult organization, huh?” “Yeah, and don’t forget the bomb!” Goddamit, Saeyoung!
  • “Well, if it makes you feel any better, daddy, he really tried to push me away, but I was very insistent.” “Push you away how, sweetie?” “The same things you used to tell my mom…” oh, that explains a lot…
  • “I see, so you were a jerk to her…” shit, you though it would be enough… it only made it worse!
  • “Yes, but if it is the same case here, I’m sure you were only thinking about your wife’s safety…” “And yet she ended knocked up, are you trying to imply it’ll be the case here?” SHIT SHIT SHIT!
  • Saeyoung sees his confidence fading away. This man is different, he’s not just some thug, he’s you father, the man who raised you. Why did he think he could be okay with all this? Your father is absolutely right about hating him, he put you in big danger!
  • You see your boyfriend conscience splitting, it’s too much for you to handle, so you vent: “Daddy, don’t be like that! Mom always told me how much you suffered acting like that around her, he suffered the same way, daddy! Even worse, because the person who was after me it’s his own brother who he didn’t see for a long time and… daddy, if you only knew what kind of hell the two of them grew up….” You couldn’t help but cry, Saeyoung hugs you, he doesn’t even care your father is watching this.
  • “Tell me, son. I want to hear your story.” And then Saeyoung tells him everything, always holding your hand.
  • “And your father is the current prime minister? I never liked that guy, anyway. He’s always been a despicable little man!” that coming from the mafia’s head…


  • He’s freaking out about meeting your dad, because he doesn’t really feel comfortable around, well… people
  • Then you tell him about your father’s job, and he thinks it’s kinda cute you trying to joke to make him relax
  • You tell him is not a joke, he doesn’t believe it because he did a whole background check on you before deciding you should be the one to stay at Rika’s apartment, and there wasn’t no mention about this.
  • But, come to think of it, this kind of information shouldn’t be easy to find out, right? Oh shit…
  • But your father being a criminal doesn’t really bother him, he would be terrified about him even if your father were a geologist or whatever.
  • The guns and the whole atmosphere on the house is very familiar to him… it reminds him of… oh no! He can’t go there on a moment like this!
  • “So… if this isn’t the one who kidnapped my daughter. Seriously, sweetie? Stockholm Syndrome? I thought I taught you not to fall in love with criminals…”
  • “W-Well, sir, there’s also Lima Syndrome, when the kidnapper is the one in love…” oh no, Saeran… please keep quiet…
  • “How romantic, huh?” your father scoffs, Saeran feels the air escaping from his lungs for a moment, no… no no! Stay calm, Saeran…
  • Dinner is being a disaster, your father keeps glaring and insulting Saeran on his usual passive aggressive manner. You look at Saeran, you’ve seen him like this before, he’s…
  • “He’s having a panic attack!” you jump out of your chair and go to him, your father never seen you move so fast.  He observes you helping this kid telling him to inhale and exhale like he learned in therapy… what’s going on?
  • “Thanks a lot, daddy!” “MC, calm down… I’m okay…” “No, Saeran, he has to listen! Dad, if you can live in peace with your own crimes, good for you, but not everybody is capable of. You see this guy here? He tells me everyday how much he regrets the things he did. I’m able to forgive the men I love, I did it with you, why wouldn’t I do for him?”
  • “You’re… in love with me?” “I already told you that, Saeran…” “Yeah, but if you’re saying in front of you father, you really mean it…” “Well, yeah, I meant before too…”
  • Then your father realize this is just a very lost kid, like he used to be when we was younger. Your mom passed away very young, so he always wondered if she would be able to make him regret it and have a normal life. He’s so glad your mother’s kindness lives through you and if you’re so willing to heal this guy, who is he to get on the way?


  • He’s very happy when you tell him your father wants to meet him.
  • And he doesn’t seem to mind your father’s job. “If he was able to raise such a wonderful person like you, he’s not bad at all. Who am I to judge him, anyway?” This guy…
  • And he doesn’t even flinch when your father shower him with threats disguised as questions. “Do you know what people like me do when their loved ones disappear?” “Are you really that insane to show up here like nothing happened?”
  •  “Daddy, please stop…” “I’m just trying to understand what’s gotten into you, sweetie. This older blind guy and… you? I’m sorry to say, but I never knew you had so much daddy issues…” “What are you even saying, dad?”
  •  “With all due respect, sir, daddy issues most of times implies that the daughter seeks for his father features on men she falls in love with. For what I can tell, you and I are nothing alike.” Oh no… V being passive-aggressive gives you the creeps more than all these henchmen…
  • “You’re right, I’ve never put her in dangerous on purpose. You, on the other hand, allowed her to stay at a place where I know it happens to have a bomb, correct?” “Yet, she claims she’s never felt safer, that says a lot about your own household, no?”
  • This polite fight is driving you insane. How can they discus about you like if you were not even there? “SHUT UP YOU BOTH! Dad, you have every right to be mad, but you should know this man here was doing his best to make sure that, whatever was happening, I wouldn’t be hurt, and he didn’t even know me that well… and V, please don’t talk to my father like that, he’s just as scared and worried as you were, and please, don’t ever talk about me or my life as if I couldn’t speak for myself.”
  • “I’m so sorry, love, I had no idea I was acting like that!” he rushes to hug you and keeps apologizing, your father wonders if this man is real…
  • “Sir, I sincerely apologize for my behavior. I know exactly how it feels wanting to protect someone you cherish this much. Just know you raised an amazing woman with the most beautiful soul and I deeply respect you for that.” Your father thought you were the one in danger? Now he feels sorry for this poor man having to handle your temper… and nah, he can’t possibly be real, can he?

anonymous asked:

yo,.... lena getting taken by cadmus and kara just like tearing thru the place because she's so worried and lena kissing kara when they're back in the deo because she wouldn't stop babbling about how worried she was etc

you rly should blame @luthoring for what i’m abt to do

anyways! imagine this:

lena is kidnapped on what’s their standing date night.

kara talked with j'onn so he could look out after the city for this night, bc it was a special night. kara herself was too busy flying from one place to the other, organizing everything and buying the things she forgot for their date, as she was the one organizing everything.

lena’s last meeting of the day should finish at 7pm and she was supposed to be home early for their date.

except she doesn’t show up.

when it’s around 8pm and lena still hasn’t shown up, hasn’t answered any of her texts or called back, kara starts to get concerned. she tries to tell herself lena is just busy, hasn’t finished her meeting yet, and she shouldn’t get worried bc there’s nothing wrong. either way, she stills calls jess to ask if lena will take too long to finish, bc she doesn’t want the food to get cold.

jess is confused, tells her lena left the office even earlier than planned bc she wanted to surprise kara.

at this point, kara is already beyond concerned and frustrated. she tries to expand her senses, tries to locate lena, all the while sending text after text, only stopping to call her - only for all calls to go straight to voicemail.

when she isn’t able to locate lena and doesn’t manage to get in contact with her, she quickly changes into her supergirl suit and flies to the deo to see if they know what happened.

she’s halfway there when alex’s voice comes through the comlink, asking her where she is and telling her to come to the deo because they have an emergency

she can hear it in alex’s voice, in the way it’s carefully controlled, that she won’t like what’s happening and her breath catches in her throat and her heart twists painfully because the only thing she can think about is lena

she arrives at the deo, hurrying to her sister’s side and not even stopping to smile or wave at the agents she passes, as she usually does.

she knows the situation is really bad when the first thing alex does is squeeze her shoulder and say, more a warning than anything, “don’t freak out”

she doesn’t noticed how her fists clench when they tell her lena has been kidnapped by cadmus, show her the video they streamed of lena, tied to a chair, blood running down her face. she doesn’t notice the snarl on her lips or the narrowing of her eyes until alex is tightening the hand on her shoulder and calling her name in that sharp tone of hers.

winn is working himself on the ground trying to locate them and j'onn stands near by, offering support in his own way, while barking orders to the agents forming the strike/rescue team

she takes a deep breath, stills herself to the best of her abilities and waits, fighting the urge to fly in search of lena herself, knowing she won’t find anything

as soon as winn shouts “i found it! i found them!” and points the location on the map on the computer, she’s out of the deo, moving as fast as she can and ignoring the shouts of “supergirl!” and people telling her to wait

she arrives at the warehouse and makes quick work of the entrance, tearing through everything on her way, knocking out anyone trying to stop her and breaking weapons in pieces

it’s only when she comes across the room they’re holding lena in that she slows down, tries to calm herself

she realizes something is wrong when her knees weaken and give away beneath her, feels suddenly nauseous and hears a man laugh. she notices the kryptonite in his hands when h steps closer, bending down so he can be eye level with her.

“well well well, supergirl. we all thought you weren’t going to show up at this point. poor young miss luthor had to be gagged while we waited for you”

she feels hot red rage at this point, harder than she ever felt. she briefly considers that it was a bad idea to come alone, that maybe she should have waited for the others, but it’s soon gone when the man goes on to tell her this is a surprise gift from lillian. after all, what better way to get back at her daughter and get rid of the aliens at the same time than using lena as a bait then finished off both her and her precious hero at the same time?

she tries to fight despite her weakened state, but can barely move anymore with the amount of kryptonite near her.

she listens to the man’s monologue, has nothing she can do and she starts to lose hope. her eyes meet lena’s across the room and she see the fear and desperation in lena’s eyes.

it’s at this point that j'onn comes flying in, knocking the man into a wall and putting the kryptonite back in the lead box. the deo agents come closely behind, their shouts of “clear” and some of “what happened here” being heard before they even appear in her line of vision

as soon as she starts feeling a it better, she gets up and shakily makes her way to where an agente is freeing lena of her bounds

she takes over them, freeing her faster than humanly possible. as soon as lena is free, she takes her into her arms, not even mending everyone else in the room

she hugs as tight as she knows she can without hurting lena, repeating “i love you"s and “i’m glad we found you” and “rao, i was so worried” in between breaths and while listening to lena’s heartbeat, to assure herself she’s really alive

it’s when lena untangles herself from her and moves back just enough they can look face to face that she stops talking

when lena smiles that soft and beautiful smile of hers, reserved just for kara, she can feel herself truly relaxing for the first time since the start of the night

and it’s when lena says “and i’m glad you’re alright, i love you” and kisses her that she feels her at peace and at home.

Liam Dunbar Imagine- You Still Love Him, Don't You?


Authors Note- Warning, this is a story of heartbreak as opposed to my usual writing.

There are things that happen in life, some things are just unavoidable and you get hurt. But nothing hurts more than watching the person you love fall for someone else. They always tell you it’s the chances in life you don’t take that your regret, but your biggest regret was letting yourself fall slowly in love with Liam Dunbar. You told yourself you weren’t going to fall in love, but he made you feel less cynical and you’d always be grateful for that. What you wouldn’t be grateful for is the state that you’re in now, the broken pieces of your heart that sill managed to find a way to love him. And yet behind all of the pain you managed to put on a brave face and act as if you’re happy for him. It’s selfish but you weren’t, you didn’t want to see him hurt as much as you but seeing him thrive with her, was much worse.

You placed your empty coffee mug on the counter top and picked up your bag as soon as you heard a car pull into your drive. You slipped on your white converse and headed out for another long monotonous day, which is your life. You climbed into the passenger seat in silence and clipped in your seatbelt. “Y/n…” he sighed, as he did every morning. “Brett, please spare me the lecture I’ve had a rough night okay” you shrugged, refusing to look up. “What did we agree on?” he patronised. “I need to at least try to move on” you whined sadly. He noticed by the twinge in your voice, let alone the chemo signals you were giving off that you were in so much emotional pain and it killed him to know there was nothing he could do to help someone, who doesn’t want to be helped. It sounds stupid when you say it out loud; that scrolling through Liam’s and Hayden’s Instagram pictures was enough to get yourself crying to sleep. Seeing them happy didn’t make you angry or bitter, it made you feel immense melancholy. Brett somehow managed to fill some of that void, he was your best friend and you couldn’t help but feel like shit for the way you treated him. When you first started dating Liam it was fun and exciting to watch Liam get jealous and overprotective when you hung out with his natural enemy but you didn’t think of how it was hurting him, being apart of a stupid game you enjoyed with love-struck eyes. “You don’t understand what it feels like” you muttered, knowing he could hear you behind all of your sadness. “You’re right I don’t, but I’ve watched my best friend go through it for the past six months. Not only that, I’ve watched her wallow in her own self piety” he said truthfully. “That’s not fair and you know it!” you snapped, in shock of his honesty. You knew it yourself but you didn’t want to admit it or hear someone else tell you what a complete loser you were being. “Y/n, you need to let him go because you’re not the only person you’re hurting by being like this” he shook his head. “How selfish of me, I feel so much better now, thank you for that beacon of hope” you rolled your eyes. “There you go again, taking it out on the people around you. Me and your other friends have been nothing but supportive of you. God, sometimes you make it so hard to be around you” he said involuntary, followed by a sigh after realising what he said really hurt you. “Pull up here, I’ll walk” you said, already taking off your seatbelt. “Don’t be stupid” he said with a faint laugh. “I’m not joking, fucking pull up” you shouted. He shook his head again and pulled up and within a second you were out of the car and you had begun walking down the street. Brett opened the window and began to apologise and call your name, but you simply ignored him and began to dial someone who was bound to give better advice.

“Come in” Lydia smiled. You were surprised she was actually at her house for once on a Saturday afternoon. You missed hanging out with her and the pack but things got too hard and complicated after you and Liam broke up, especially after he started dating Hayden. You missed them. You followed behind her into her bedroom, she was like an unbiological sister you just seemed to click with each other. “Malia and Kira will be here soon, we miss having you around” she said with a pout. You didn’t even open your mouth before she spoke again, “Somethings wrong, you’re still struggling to cope with the breakup” she judged accurately. You were going to deny it, but what was the point? You couldn’t cope, there was no point attempting to block it out all of the time. You also couldn’t help but think about what Brett said, he was right, you let the whole situation fuck you up so badly that you didn't appreciate the people trying to help you. You had just about enough time to catch Lydia up on everything that had been going on before the other two arrived. “Y/n!” Kira beamed as she ran in and hugged you. You returned the smile and hug. Malia walked in with a huge grin, which soon dropped after she smelt how upset you were. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked bluntly as she pulled you into a hug, it was her own way of showing concern. “You still love him, don’t you?” she asked uncharacteristically sympathetically. You simply dropped your head and nod. “I’m sick and tired of feeling like this” you claimed, your voice shaky and cracked. “I know it feels like the end of the world now, but trust me you’ll move on. But first you need to learn to have fun again” Lydia said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “I don’t need to have fun, I need to forget about Liam” you retort. “You should speak to him” Malia suggested, causing you and Lydia to stare blankly at her. “Absolutely not” you shook your head. “You should, maybe you need closure after how it all ended. Maybe after than you can finally move on” Kira agreed. “Not in a million years” you retaliated and Lydia agreed.

“I cant do this” you mumbled pacing back and forth. “You can and you’re going to” Malia stated. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Scott asked. You couldn’t answer, you wanted to but had no idea how to fabricate the thoughts in your mind. You couldn’t even answer Scott, how the hell was you supposed to handle Liam? “I feel sick” you wined. “Its now or never” Stiles agreed. Stiles was like a supportive big brother, he wasn’t fond of you and Liam dating in the first place and he just wished you’d get over it, so things could go back to how they used to be between you all. You couldn’t help but feel like you were the sole cause of the drift between you all, your stupid teenage hormones and mixed feelings had to ruin everything. “Here goes nothing” you breathed out, before heading off. “Where is she going?” Lydia asked as she joined with the others. “To find Liam” Kira answered. “You’re kidding!” Lydia raised her voice unintentionally. “We all agreed it was the best thing for her to do” Stiles tried to diffuse. “If she gets hurt, it’s on all of you” she exclaimed, before slamming her books on the table and sitting down with a sulk.

You turned the corner, between the two school busses, the place Liam first asked you out on a date. He was all sweaty from his Lacrosse game and you were starry eyed from watching him play with the rest of the pack. That sentimental place was now where Liam and Hayden make out between classes and to no surprise, there the two of them were, shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. It took Liam no more than a second to smell your familiar smell and hear your heart beating at an unnatural speed in your chest. When they pulled apart, Hayden had that giddy smile on her face but Liam’s was firm and regretful. Her smile dropped when she realised you standing there, with an awkward look and sad eyes. “I’ll catch up with you later” he mumbled. “Are you sure?” she asked, as if it was the most traumatic thing for him. You didn’t mean to roll your eyes or for her to see you do it. “I’ll catch up” he repeated, after smelling the anger radiate from her. She reluctantly trailed off, after giving you a disapproving look. Hayden wasn’t a bad person, you two just put the barriers up for each other, before giving friendship a chance. You weren’t jealous of her, you just felt stupid for introducing her to Liam, for them to drop you and start dating each other. You walked over nervously, while he stood there biting his lip and not looking at you. “Hey” you said, attempting to break the ice. He gave a small nod, the guilt cutting his vocal cords. You had been waiting for this moment and the time had finally come, and the first thing you chose to say was hey? How pathetic. “I’m not here to beg for an apology or because I’m clinging on to the last shred of hope that we will get back together. In fact, I’m not entirely sure why I’m here. I guess I just need closure for everything that happened” you admitted, which felt so good to say. “Uhm sure, what did you want to know?” he rubbed the back of his neck, he had never been good in awkward situations, but he owed it to you to at least try more than that. “Why did you leave me?” you leant your back against the school bus because your legs suddenly felt weak. “Y/n, come on” he mumbled, he had been avoiding that question for months. “Just tell me, you know yourself you cant cause me anymore emotional pain than you are right now” you said, which sounded more careless than you felt. “I’m not doing this” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in defeat before beginning to walk away. “That’s it Liam, do what you always do and walk away. Its all you’re ever good at” you shouted after him bitterly. He paused for a second, before turning back around to face you for the first time. “I left because I didn’t love you anymore” he shouted without thinking. He winced after hearing your heart break, it sounded like your ribs had snapped in two, but on the surface you looked like any other heart broken teenager. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-” he began saying, feeling like a complete asshole. “You did mean it, behind every angry outbreak there’s truth. I cant believe I feel like this, for loosing someone who was never really mine” salty tears were already pouring down your face, which you could taste after every word you said. He stared at you blankly, he had no idea he could have done this to someone he had sworn to love and protect forever. “The truth is I should never of cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fucking care” you wiped the tears with your sleeve, no longer trying to scan his features for signs of remorse. To move on, you needed to put yourself first and stop wishing he would care as much for you as you did for him. “I am so sorry Y/n” he said, tears even welling in his eyes. You used to be best friends before all of this and now look at the pair of you. “Talking to you, brings back so many memories I’ve been trying to forget and I realise now. I realise that I cant let go of them- but I can take that and move on. There’s no point pretending I’m not hurt because I am but maybe that’s what I need” you rambled. “I don’t understand-” he said, confused by your sudden thought. “Someday this pain will be useful and Brett’s right, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The truth is, I came here hoping to leave with a friendship because I cant let you go and maybe one day we will have that, but for now all I’m going to say is- goodbye Liam” it killed you, but it was liberating getting that off your chest. “What do you mean goodbye?” he asked, he too feared loosing you even though he didn’t show it. You slowly exhaled and cracked a genuine smile for the first time in months. You gave him a sincere pat on the chest before walking away. You weren’t saying goodbye to him, but the memory of what it was. By no means did you get the closer you wanted, but you now knew what you needed to do.

Two Months Later

Moving on, the newest chapter in your life. There’s no point in pretending that life is now suddenly filled with rainbows and sunshine, it was hard but as time goes on your heart slowly mends itself. There were some nights were you cried and screamed so hard your body ached and you had to cover your mouth to stop anyone from hearing and there were some were you were happy, for yourself and for Liam. You still thought about him, but in a different way. You missed him but you no longer craved his attention. He taught you why storms were named after people, for the way they can destroy you so easily but also for the beauty of letting them in. You no longer woke up with a dry throat from crying or with a never ending headache but with a smile on your face. You survived heartbreak, one of the deadliest feelings someone can experience and you were proud of that. It may not seem like much to some people but you were beginning to conquer something you never thought you could.

You picked up your coffee and slipped on your shoes as you exited the house for school. You climbed into the car with a radiating happiness. “Someone’s in a good mood” Brett laughed as he pulled off your drive. “Who wouldn’t be happy on a Monday morning at 8am?” you joked. “I’m glad you’re back, as in the real you and not the total antisocial loser you were being” he claimed, while taking a sneaky sip of your drink while you were looking out of the window. “You don’t even miss her, even a little bit?” you asked. “Not even remotely” he said, not long after he arrived outside of your school. You thanked him, as you did every morning and stepped out of the car. “When are you getting your own licence?” he said, pretending to look at his watch. “You’ll totally miss me when I get my own licence” you retort. “I will” he admitted. “See you later” you smiled, which he returned. You walked over and joined Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia and Stiles at your usual bench in the morning. “I love your top, so cute” Lydia exclaimed, examining your outfit. “Thank you, cute dress” you returned as she stood up to give you a twirl of her outfit. You looked up to see Liam and Hayden walking hand in hand from across the pitch. You smiled and gave a small wave, which shocked Hayden but she returned genuinely, soon after. Liam gave you the look, to show his gratitude for how you were choosing to be. It wasn’t forced, it was natural. You were coming to terms with everything and you were looking forward for what was going to come next or who. Life felt so much better without the negativity you were clouding your vision with, You had the love and support of your friends and with that you could do anything.

Different to what I usually write, but did you guys like it? Let me know. Requests are closed for the meantime x

anonymous asked:

Rachel help, this Reyna discourse is making me sad,I love this fandom but I feel like people are so quick to draw battle lines? I understand the disappointment but I also feel that his response has been misconstrued by the fandom? And the "stereotype" he fears is not unheard of? I think him saying people can decide for themselves if Reyna would kiss boys or date girls(or both!) even though he himself didn't write her to be gay is actually a valid response? Not perfect but not villainous either

First, I want to address that Riordan is a white male author who does not face the same marginalization that other groups of people deal with on a regular basis, including people of color and members of the LGBTQ+ community. While he has written several characters within these groups, he does not have first hand experience nor does he always have the “right” answers, characterization, or depiction despite his “research.” Ultimately, he still has more to learn, just like all of us.

Second, Riordan has stated several times that he is an ally and that he strives to write characters that children, teens, and people in general will connect with. He claims that he wants people to tell him when he makes a mistake and to help him correct them; however, he doesn’t listen to these suggestions when they come from people he should be listening to. He may write for marginalized people, and he may strive to create images that children and teens can see themselves in, but the bottom line is that he has created a negative and harmful stereotype within his writing surrounding lesbians, bi girls, and female characters in general, and he has done with this Reyna specifically. 

On Twitter, Riordan writes that Reyna was “never meant to be anything but straight” because of negative stereotypes that he was warned about by lesbian and bi women. The stereotype that he discusses here is that “lesbians are only lesbians because they couldn’t find the right man.” This is problematic in several ways. Here are some plausible (and non-exhaustive) examples:

  1. Many people discover their sexuality via failed relationships. It’s really common. 
  2. Lesbians can and do realize that they are attracted to women because they have been in a relationship with a man (and vice versa).
  3. Not all people know their sexuality from the start. Sexuality is a fluid concept that changes. 

So, when considering these “negative stereotypes” of lesbians only being lesbians because of failed hetero relationships, how does that affect lesbians and bi women who did discover their sexuality this way? Does Riordan’s writing here imply that it is “wrong” or “negative” to find that a reader may be gay, lesbian, or bi because of failed hetero relationships? It seems like it, yes. While he does address this concern in one of his tweets, it doesn’t mean that the stereotype that he is concerned about doesn’t hurt readers that ID as lesbian or bi. 

Ultimately, Riordan’s characterization of Reyna and the comments that he makes about her character are hurtful to some readers. Even if you don’t think they are or if you think it doesn’t matter or whatever, it is important to consider why it matters to other people. Lesbian and bi girls, teens, and women deserve as much representation in media as anyone else. 

There are a lot of good posts that I have seen so far within the fandom about this issue. This post by @reynaisalesbian explains a lot, and @bananannabeth has several good posts on her blog about it too. One important thing about understanding something that upsets people is to read posts and information from them. If you wonder why people are upset that Riordan continuously neglects Reyna’s character and sexuality as being bi or lesbian, read content about it from people in the fandom who are bi and lesbian. Learning from people who have experienced the same things is an important step in figuring out how to critically analyze a character and more importantly, why and how authors create bad and negative influences on their characters. 

Redecorating (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request from: @introvert-wallflower
Prompts: “Well obviously nothing is going on here!” and “By the look you’re giving me something is going on here!”
Warnings: Swearing.
A/N: My computer started acting up and I was starting to get really worried I was gonna lose everything and not be able to post this, lol. Sorry for the wait, I hope it’s worth it :)

You’re opening the door to your shared apartment with Jason when you hear the sounds of scrambling, things being knocked over, and just the sounds of a struggle in general. When you rush to the room all the noise was coming from, your eyes practically bulge out at the sight in front of you.

There’s blood drops here and there, the furniture is all skewed, and then there’s Jason who’s panting while leaning his entire body against the closet door, as though it’s the only thing keeping him standing. He smiles at you as though nothing’s out of the ordinary.

“Hey, babe!” He wheezes out between breaths. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here so soon.”

“Jason, what the fuck?” You say, staring at the bruises that are beginning to form on his face and arms. “What happened?”

He scoffs, “Pfft, what are you talking about? Nothing happened.”

“What’s all this then?”

“Our furniture.”

“Don’t you dare get smart with me, Jason Peter Todd. Why is it all scattered like this?”

He laughs, and seems to regret it if the wince and him raising an arm to his side is anything to go by. “I thought the place could use a little redecorating!”

“With your blood?” You fold your arms, growing tired of your boyfriend’s antics.

“It gives more personality, don’t you think?”

“Damn it, Jason! What is going on here?!”

“Well obviously nothing is going on here!”

You march up to him glaring at him dead in the eyes. You feel a tiny sense of satisfaction when his confidence falters and his guilty eyes do their best to look anywhere but at you. “By the look you’re giving me something is going on here!”

He opens his mouth to retort, but before he’s able to speak up, the door behind him shoves him forward a little, though he’s very quick to shove back and all of his desperate attempts to keep you from finding out whatever was happening die right then and there.

“Jason who’s in the closet?” You ask, concern in your tone.

“No one!”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I took a look,” You say, grabbing at him in order to move him aside, but of course he stands his ground.

“It’s just the Boogey Monster, he’ll leave when the sun rises!” He grits out.

“I’m not sure that’s how the Boogey Monster works, Jay!”

“It’s a wild animal, then!”

There’s muffled screaming behind the door and you’re becoming just as frantic to open the door as Jason is on keeping it closed. Finally, you full on body slam into Jason, causing both of you to tumble to the floor, and as the door flies open you feel something land on your legs. When you look to see what it is, you take a deep breath in.

“Jason. Why is your friend tied up and beaten up? And why does he have sock shoved in his mouth?” You ask as calmly as you can.

He remains silent for a moment before muttering: “He started it.”

“Oh my god, what has my life come to?”

“Hey, at least I was being honest about the wild animal part!” That statement earns Jason a kick from Roy, and an extension to this headache for you.

“Why are you guys like this?”

some wlw books i read this year

There are actually some pretty decent lists online of LGBT fiction and those lists are what clued me in to a lot of these (along with those Amazon recommendations that are always popping up after you buy something). These are listed in the order I read them. I’ve included links to Goodreads, which will have better summaries than I could come up with.The ones I liked especially I highlighted. Obviously my opinions are my own but hopefully you’ll find at least one or two you enjoy.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a bughead fanfic on what would happen if Alice didn't barge through the door when Betty and jughead were kissing

I was waiting for this request to make its way into my ask, it was inevitable!
Warning: just a big old pile of self-indulgent steamy Bughead ahead.


Jughead tentatively stretched his fingers out, brushing lazily against Betty’s denim-clad knee, loving that he could do that now. He could run a reassuring hand down her arm, twirl the ends of her permanent ponytail between his fingers, rest his palm delicately against the small of her back, and she would just tilt her face towards him and smile warmly in response to his caresses. He felt slightly guilty because he knew, deep down, that despite his every touch coming from a place of unadulterated love and affection it was also purely self indulgent on his part. A thrill, never lessening in its intensity, coursed through him at every opportunity for contact. He was a man forever thirsty and she was a never ending fountain of cool, fresh water, quenching his every desire.

“…what did I do wrong?” she asked him, eyes round with innocent sadness. His hand pressed more firmly on her knee, her cool fingers wrapping around his wrist in response, locking the touch in place.

“Nothing. We’ll figure it out,” he reassured, hoping to instil in her every confidence he felt about their ability to overcome each hurdle life threw at them. Together, they would get through it. Her eyes softened, hope radiating through as she clung to his promises in desperation. His eyes shifted to her lips. She looked angelic in the soft morning glow that shone through her window, combing its way through the few flyaway hairs that had managed to escape her tight up-do. Highlighting this slight disarray that slipped through her little facade made him smile; she looked more carefree, more her age, without the pressing weight of all the responsibilities she shouldn’t have on her shoulders. He couldn’t help himself. “Come here.”

Her expression shifted as he leaned forward, tilting his chin up with a cheeky smirk as he waited for her lips to meet his own. Her eyes glistened with mischief and he basked in his ability to make her forget, even for a moment, about her troubles, helping her get lost in the sanctity that was this new thing evolving between them. He slid his hand up her thigh, nerve ends tingling with the action. It was something entirely new for Jughead but he had definitely taken a liking to it. Her hands lifted to cup his slightly rosy cheeks beneath soft fingertips, an action that accompanied most of their kisses. He hadn’t realised how safe it made him feel, that in amongst the fluttering in the pit of his stomach and the tingle in his lips, that one simple action of hands caressing his face felt so comforting. It was warm summer evenings in front of a campfire, snowy days with blankets and hot chocolate, lazy mornings with muted rays filtering across fluttering eyelids. It was home.

The first touch of his lips on hers was enough to make his head spin. Sure, it was mere hours since he’d kissed her last but it was too long, always too long. Lips danced against one another, flicking between teasing pecks and deeper pulls, building up an unreplicable rhythm, releasing each time with a suctioning pop as reluctant air flooded between them. She tasted sweeter than any food he’d ever eaten, sun-ripe strawberries and pop rocks bursting on his tastebuds as he licked a stripe along the seam of her lips, begging them to open and let him savour every last drop of flavour he could find. She was intoxicating, his choice of drug, and the high she could insight was of the most addictive kind.

Tentatively he grazed his teeth against her lip, blood buzzing at the sweet, shaky mewl that slipped out against his mouth. Her needy response caused a bud of newfound confidence to blossom in his chest, hand sliding higher until he was cupping her perfectly round behind, fingers dipping into her back pocket to squeeze the pert flesh hidden by the too-thick fabric of her jeans. She rose onto her knees, arching into his touch as she gasped against his lips, eyes cracking open to sneak a glance at his face under her fingers. His pupils blown with lust, lips swollen a deliciously enticing red, plump and inviting. The curl hanging teasingly from beneath his beanie tickled her forehead and she had to do it, pulling the offending item off his head, releasing the ebony waves it hid too often beneath. She carded her fingers through it desperately, nails scratching slightly against his scalp, Jughead shivering under her touch, a rough groan rising from his throat.

He thought his heart would give out as she shimmied forward, gracefully planting herself directly in his lap, one leg on either side of both of his. The new warm weight, pushing pressure against his groin, was all consuming. His hands trembled as they slipped under her soft cotton shirt, trailing up the smooth skin of her back, feeling the muscles twitch beneath the motion. Her back bowed as they broke apart, breathless, chests heaving. The action had her pert breasts rising and falling tantalisingly close to his face, fingers clutching desperately at her skin in an attempt to restrain himself. She looked so wonderfully dishevelled that he couldn’t help but move his lips back to her, trailing wet, sloppy kisses down her neck, rewarded by Betty throwing her head back, granting him easier access to the soft slope. He could feel her pulse, fluttering in frenzy like a hummingbird beneath the blazing trail he left in his wake. Jughead, in a moment of braveness, drunk on a cocktail of Betty’s high pitched whimpers, closed his mouth around her pulse point and sucked.

Any attempt to keep the twitch in his pants from developing into something further were shot to hell at the noise that echoed across Betty’s sun sleepy room. The moan was sin itself, sending shockwaves through his body, all blood rushing south as her hips circled against his own almost involuntarily.

“Jug…” she whispered against his temple, dropping a messy kiss there, wiping away a bead of sweat with her lips. Her hips continued their torturous game, his breath stuttering as he tried to hold it together. His hand slid up her side to cup her breast, squeezing roughly as she captured his lips with hers once more, lost in the sensation of Jughead touching her most intimate areas, seemingly surrounding her entirely. She was drowning herself in him and she’d never wanted anything more. He felt himself reaching a peak.

“We… we have… to go,” he got out between kisses, contradicting himself by pulling her closer.

“Yeah, we do,” she breathed, making no move to stop.

“Elizabeth you’re going to be late!” Alice yelled from the bottom of the stairs, voice cutting through the thick sexual fog that had completely shrouded them.

Jughead was almost grateful when Betty slumped against him, forehead touching his as they both tried to come back to reality. Only once they stopped did he realise how close they’d come to stepping over the next threshold into something completely new for them. He wanted it, oh how badly he wanted it, but not now, not in the fleeting minutes before they joined her mother for breakfast, before they met their friends at school.

“To be continued?” she murmured, green eyes gleaming as she stroked her thumb over his flushed cheek. He smirked, brushing the tip of his nose sweetly against hers.

“Yes please,” he whispered, raising his eyebrows. She giggled prettily, taking one last deep breath before climbing off his lap. Her hand had closed over the door handle before she realised he wasn’t following her.

“Juggie?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder in concern. He was perched on the edge of her mattress, hands braced on either side of him, head down as he took a deep breath in.

“I just… need a minute,” he mumbled, tips of his ears turning pink. A laugh burst from Betty’s lips as she failed to bite it back. The glare he shot her way quickly melted into a laugh, joining her in her delighted giggles, unable to be mad at her teasing at all.

anonymous asked:

I know that it shouldn't bother me, but I really don't know how much time is gonna pass for me to see the girls supporting each other's side projects without thinking how things were when Camila was in the group. Is just that she got so much hate (not from the girls) for doing the same things and they didn't showed any support to her like they do to each other now. Idk, it feels kind of off to me thinking how she handle all that still in the band and everything change when she was gone 😪

Okay buckle up, this is a long one 😂  (disclaimer: all personal theory)

Everything changed because the narrative changed - this whole supporting each other and being the happiest they’ve ever been is just a way for them to save appearances, the last thing the label wants right now is for the fans to think that the girls are unhappy. Camila’s departure and the audio leaks of Lauren crying raised a lot of suspicion in the fandom during the break - plus now Camila is actually telling her story and why she needed to leave. 

See they’re making a very smart move to keep the fans talking and making people think there’s a feud. Because when 5H is pushing Ot4 and saying that they support each other through everything it makes people think that when Camila was there something was wrong, and obviously it was her fault since now that she’s gone everything’s dandy - they’re putting all of it on this communication thing, therefore also putting a little reminder of the supposed meetings Camila didn’t go to.

Then on the other side you have Camila, who’s been telling her story, explaining why she left, never directly involving the girls but clearly stating that she was unhappy. Little by little we discover that she turned down projects while being in 5H, that she wanted her exit to happen differently that it did. 

Now there’s three major ways to react to all of this as a fan (I’m sure there’s more but I’ll narrow it down to 3 general ones)

n°1 : You think Camila is lying, that she casted herself aside while being in the group, that she purposely didn’t communicate with the girls about her solo projects and that basically the girls have been mad at her for 2 years and that’s why they didn’t support her and that only now that she’s gone they can finally be all happy and sunshine while subtly shading her for leaving.

n°2 : You think LAND are lying, that Camila warned them, prepared them for her departure, had those lengthy conversations she stated they had and was basically screwed over by the statement letter for her departure. That now she’s the victim of 5H who are trying to play the nice guys that were abandon by their friend, basically making her a selfish traitor when all she really wanted was to be happy and understood.

n°3 (what I personally believe right now) : You think all of this is bullshit. That the label, who represents both artists, is putting in place a narrative to make the fandom and the medias talk and boost the sales. That neither Camila or LAND really had a choice in whether or not they wanted to play that narrative because they are both under strict contracts. That the label allowing them a little bit more of freedom in the writing of the album is a consolation price but doesn’t stop it from controlling every other little thing. You may think Camila’s whole dramatic departure was a set up, that all those letters were already written long before their release. And you also may think that now, by making the fandom basically choose a side, the label is putting in place a competition between 5H and Camila, and that nothing is better than that to boost the fans and make them want to support their favorite enough to crush the other. 

Personally, n°2 was my first reaction when Camila left - I thought she was a victim, probably because she is indeed my favorite and I couldn’t possibly believe she would do such a thing as leaving via her representatives. After she released her letter I thought, yes, that’s the truth, and then when 5H replied I was shocked and hurt for a while. But then I thought back to Mani crying at their last concert and Dinah’s ig post telling Camila she supports her no matter what, and her cheering and singing along with Camila during her Bad Things performance. A few doubts start creeping in my mind. Then the audio of Lauren crying leaked, letting us know that it wasn’t only Camila being unhappy in this group. Then after complete radio silence, finally an interview in which Camila says she isn’t talking to them at all, while at the same time official papers are found by the fans/detectives, proving that Camila wasn’t part of the 5H brand during the 7/27 tour and that her departure had indeed been known for a very long time. And I wonder, if it had been known for so long then how come her departure was such a shock that it could ruined 5 years of friendship? At that moment I knew something was wrong and that we were being played.

We didn’t get much from Camila’s first interviews but then 5H arrived with a giant OT4 stamped on their forehead and a new single that would be in the charts next to CITC. Of course that wasn’t enough so they also make Lauren and Ally release their solo projects to come in competition with Camila’s collabs.  

You see, this is all planned out and has very little to do with what the girls are actually feeling or the true nature of their relationship with each other at the moment. That’s why I believe they’re still talking to Camila and they’re all very much aware of what the other one is doing and are very supportive of each other.

I know it’s hard to keep that in mind when you watch this interviews, especially if you’re very protective of your favorite, whether it’s Camila or 5H, because the first instinct it to find someone to blame and that the label, while being in control of everything, is hiding behind the girls, who therefore become the fandom’s punching bags.

You add to that the obvious sexualization of the girls with Down and Camila’s “I want a spanish boyfriend” bullshit - you got in the label the perfect target to blame sweets - maybe that’ll bother you less 😊

Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

anonymous asked:

Could we get Sousuke, Rin, Rei, Nagisa, Makoto, & Haru with s/o has a fear of water because they nearly drowned. They didn't tell the boys because they were ashamed that the very thing they fear is the same thing the boys love. The boys always tried to get them to swim but they always refuse with some excuse. One day, s/o was walking to the bench until somebody accidentally bumped into them and fell into the pool. The boys came to their rescue and they finally told them. How do they react? Tqvm

Hi Nonnie! I hope you don’t mind, but I made scenario-thingies instead of headcanons! Enjoy!

-Admin Robin

Trigger Warnings: Drowning, Hydrophobia, Anxiety, NDE (Near Death Experience)

It was a warm sunny day that promised happiness, which is exactly what (Name) felt as she walked closer to the doors of the Aquatic Training Facility that her boyfriend was practicing at. (Name) wasn’t entirely fond of water, so mustering up the courage to go and surprise her man was a huge milestone for her. She could never bring herself to tell her boyfriend about her fear, because she was too ashamed of being so vulnerable and scared in the face of something that he loved so dearly. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the doors and was hit with a strong wave of chlorine. There were other people in the facility training as well, so she stood at the entrance, eyes scanning for her target. Once (Eye Color) orbs had locked on to him, she smiled and made her way over, proceeding with caution. As she neared, the area grew louder with a chorus of, “Hey! It’s (Name)!” and “Whoa, she never comes to practice!” as her boyfriend’s teammates acknowledged her presence.

He turned around in the water, before making eye contact and smiling, “(Name)?” With that, he got out of the pool and started to make his way towards her, his loving gaze holding hers. She smiled, and just as she was about to answer him, someone walking past her caught her ankle with their foot, and instead of falling to the hard concrete, she fell towards the pool. Her body collided with the water’s surface with a splash, and everyone gasped in shock.

Her boyfriend’s heart stopped when she didn’t resurface.

Sosuke: As soon as a few seconds went by, he dove in where she had fallen, and fished her out. He was so concerned, and even more so at the fact that she didn’t even try to swim to get herself out. His heart hurt it was racing so fast.
“Babe, are you okay?” Worry laced his baritone voice and he proceeded to carry his shivering girlfriend out of the water bridal-style, even though it put a strain on his shoulder.

He carried her to the back and tried to set her down on the bench, but she had a vice grip on his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Hey, are you cold? Here,” He sat down on the bench with her in his lap, and rubbed her soaked frame, trying to accumulate warmth. He looked down at her, and asked “How come you didn’t try to swim out?” He lowered his voice, “Baby…Do you know how to swim?”

After a few seconds, she lifted her head to reveal red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. He widened his eyes as he realized that she was shivering because she was scared, not because she was cold. His eyes softened as he realized another thing.

(Name) was afraid of water.

“Oh, (Name)…Why didn’t you tell me you feared water?” He kissed the top of her head and held her tight.

“I-I’m so s-sorry, Sosuke. I j-just wanted to c-come and support you, I never m-meant for you to find out. I’m s-sorry,” She sobbed into her hands, body still incredibly frigid. His brows furrowed and he tilted her chin up to look at him.

“Why didn’t you want to tell me? There’s absolutely no need to feel sorry.” Sea-green eyes softened and he buried his nose in her wet hair.

“I-I didn’t want to tell you be-because you love swimming so much…I was sc-scared it would have bothered you,” She sniffed and leaned in towards his chest, her right cheek resting on his chest.

“Oh, (Name)…I love you so much,” He held her tight and let out a small chuckle,

“Yes, it is true, swimming used to be the most important thing in my life, but now you’re the most important thing. Swimming could never compare to you,” He tilted her head up once more and planted a sweet kiss on her mouth.

Rin: Rin broke out into a fucking sprint, nearly tripping, as he tried to get to (Name) as fast as possible; he dove in without hesitating, and pulled her out, setting her on the ground near the edge of the pool.

What the hell, (Name)?! You could have drowned!” He cupped her cheeks and turned her head to the side, checking for any signs of trauma. (Name) flinched out of his grasp and scurried back, distancing herself from the pool, and was taking fast, shallow breaths. Rin, deciding that she needed some safe environment away from other people, scooped her up and took her to the medical room. There he placed her on the table and got her a towel, throwing it on her head gently and began to dry her locks.

“Babe? What’s up?” the redhead tilted his head down so that he could try and get a better look of her facial expression. He pushed apart her knees and pressed against the table, leaning into her. He cupped her face once more.

“Hey, talk to me…” She looked up with teary eyes, her breathing still fairly ragged.

“I-I’m sorry Rin, I-I didn’t mean to pull you away from practice.” She sniffed, her teeth chattering from the situation and from being wet. Rin rubbed a thumb over her cheek and studied her eyes.

“Babe…Why didn’t you swim? You could have drowned! You just froze up!…You…Froze…(Name), are-…” he leaned in close and whispered, “…Are you afraid of water?” (Name)’s eyes filled to the brim with hot tears, and she bit her lip, looked down, and nodded.

“I’m so sorry, Rin. I didn’t want to tell you because I know swimming is a very important part of your life; it’s what’s made you the way you are. I-I couldn’t bring myself to tell the one I love that I’m terrified of the one thing that makes him happy,” her voice came out as a weak whimper, sniffles peppering her sentences. When no response came from Rin, she looked up anxiously.

He had a weak look on his face, and he leaned his forehead onto hers. “(Name), why didn’t you tell me? It’s okay to have fears; but, you can’t seriously think that swimming is the highlight of my life, babe…You make me the happiest. I can’t even tell you how important you are to me. Just-” He let out a shaky breath and pressed a kiss to her nose, “Just tell me next time…I want to avoid putting you in these types of situations…Now look what you’ve done, you’re making me feel like a bad boyfriend.” He huffed and closed his eyes as his ears turned red.

You let out a small giggle, finally calming down. “I love you, Rin.”

“I love you too, Sharkbait.”

Rei: Ho-ly shit. Panic, sheer panic, shook his entire being, as he watched (Name) thrash around in the water, and after a few seconds of shock, he sprang into action.

He leapt in the pool and fished her out, semi-awkwardly, as she flailed and struggled to get away from Rei. Once he got her to the edge of the pool she scrambled out and flung herself into the nearest set of doors, which happened to lead to the locker room. Jumping out, Rei followed her, and grabbed a few towels on his way in.

“(Name)?! What on earth?!” He cut himself off as he saw her rocking back and forth, her knees clamped around her head, and gasping for air. Rei, knowing exactly how to deal with panic attacks, knelt in front of her and grabbed her hand.

“Deep breaths for me, (Name), match my breathing,” he placed her trembling hand onto his chest and deeply inhaled and exhaled, eerily calm throughout this entire ordeal. “Deep breaths, that’s it babe…You’re doing so well…Do you feel my heart? Try to make your heart beat in sync with mine.”

Once his s/o had calmed down enough to speak, she sat up and set her feet on the floor, slumping against the lockers.

“R-Rei,” she squeaked. He shushed her and smoothed her hair, tucking a strand of it behind her ear before giving her temple a quick kiss.

“I know, babe. I know an anxiety attack when I see one,” He looked into her eyes, and rubbed soothing circles on her thigh, “What brought it on?”

She averted her gaze and in the smallest voice possible, whispered “I-I…I suffer from hydrophobia…I’m so sorry.”

Rei automatically looked taken aback and he dropped his head. “I’m so sorry, (Name). I was a careless boyfriend, and I didn’t pay attention to the little things, like how you always seemed to decline my offers on swimming, and how you never like to go to the beach…I should have paid more attention, if someone’s sorry here, it’s me…”

“N-No! This is in no way your fault! I-I was afraid to tell you because y-you’re so devoted to swimming and I didn’t want that to put a strain on our relationship!” She scrambled for words, blushing and stuttering.

Rei smiled and pushed up his glasses. “Although I appreciate your interest in making sure that our relationship is healthy, I will have to remind you that communication is the key to all successful relationships. I love you, and nothing will change that.” He gently grabbed her chin and planted a wet kiss on her lips. She smiled and leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder.

“I love you more, Rei.”

Nagisa: “(NAME)!” Nagisa frantically swam over to where his s/o were submerged and hoisted her up and out of the water. She coughed and hacked, and gasped for air. “Are you alright?!” He engulfed her in a bear-hug and pushed the back of her wet head onto his shoulder. “Why didn’t you swim to the surface?” He pulled back and tilted his head, his hands resting on her hunched shoulders.

She took in shallow breaths, and before she could even say anything, Gou chimed, “Oh my god! Is she okay?! She can’t be around water!”

Nagisa furrowed his brows at the redhead, “What? Why not?”

“She’s terrified of water! What is she even doing here?! It’s so dangerous!” Gou ran to the corner of the room to grab a towel for his shaking girlfriend.
He slowly turned back to (Name), who was hanging her head low.

“I’m real sorry, Naggie… I-I didn’t mean for you to find out this way,”
Nagisa hooked one arm under her knees, and the other around her back, bringing her close to him as he sat her on his lap.

“Why didn’t you tell me? And why did you come here knowing that water scares you?!” He softly asked, pressing his cheek against her head.

“Well, I wanted to come out and support you, and I was tripped and I just f-fell in! I didn’t mean to frighten you, I’m sorry…” She clutched onto him.

“Whoa whoa whoa, (Name), there’s no need to apologize! You could have been seriously hurt! You should have told me!…” He looked a little hurt that she didn’t tell him. Realizing this, she began to frantically wave her hands.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner! Please don’t be upset! See, I’m alright! But…” She sighed and slumped over, “I-I didn’t want to tell you because I figured you’d not want to be with someone who doesn’t like water, since swimming is a huge part of your life…”

“(Name)! Don’t say stuff like that, of course I would still have you by my side! I don’t ever want you to leave! Please just tell me next time, I’m your boyfriend, and I should know everything about you! I wanna keep you safe.” He kissed her head, and she kissed his shoulder.

“I really do love you heaps, Nagisa,”

“Oh, doll, I love you too.”

Makoto: He audibly screeched and broke out into a sprint, diving perfectly into where (Name) had sunken. He fished her out with strong arms, and leapt out of the pool, sprinting to the medical room. Setting her down on the bench, he went over to the cabinet to get something to dry her off with, but turned around to see her spring over to the sink to throw up gulps of water. He went over and rubbed her back, holding her hair away from her face. Once she was done coughing and sputtering, he set her on the counter, and began to dry her off.

“Did you bang your head on the bottom?” She shook her head no, and tried to level her breathing. Makoto tried again, “Are you injured?”
Again, she shook her head. “Then why didn’t you try to swim out?” He asked softly. “You inhaled so much water, you could have drowned if I hadn’t fished you out! Is there something I’m missing-”

(Name) sobbed and covered her eyes, “Makoto, I’m terrified of water!”
He just silently sat there, mouth agape and eyebrows strung high on his forehead, while she silently shook.

She sniffled as he brushed her stained cheeks softly, “Why are you crying then? We’re far away from the pool,” his little smile was reassuring.
“B-Because I’m ashamed! My boyfriend loves water, and I love him, but I hate water! I-It’s horrifying to me! I-I can’t be around it, I-I clam up and I fr-freeze, and-”

The tall swimmer leaned in and cut her off with a deep kiss, both hands cupping her face. “Oh, (Name), you have no reason to fear the water. I’ll let you in on two little secrets,” He then softly whispered, “I’m scared to death of the ocean.”

“R-Really?” She looked up and was wide-eyed. “I-I had no idea. That doesn’t make any sense, you’re a swimmer!”

“I know, but the ocean and a relay pool are two totally different monsters. I lost my dad to the ocean when I was a kid, and I’ve just always been so afraid. I don’t think you disliking water is a big deal at all,” he gave her a closed-eye grin.

“Thank you, Makoto.” She smiled, all traces of anxiety from the previous incident wiped out of her system. “Oh! Wait, what’s the other secret? You only told me one,” She tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear.

He gave her a small lop-sided grin and leaned in towards her ear, and softly whispered: “I love you too.”

Haru: As soon as he saw her lose her balance, he was already lunging towards her direction, being the super over protective boyfriend that he is. But, once she hit the water, he picked up the pace of his movements and made a beeline for her. The lanky teen dove in and fished her out, locking his arms protectively around her midsection, and in turn, she clutched onto him for dear life. He sprung out of the water and went directly into the locker room where he kept his dry clothes. Noticing she was still shaking, he patted her back softly and in a low voice, asked “Hey? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Getting no response, he tried to pry her arms from his neck and her legs from his waist, but she had him in a vice grip.

“Babe, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t help,”

She just quivered and shook his grasp, and Haru noticed the sniffles she began producing. Thinking fast, he sat down on the nearest bench, settled her comfortably in his lap, and wrapped a nearby towel around her shoulders, gently patting her body in effort to dry her.

“(Name), you’ll get sick if you stay wet in this room, the AC is going.” In a softer voice, he tried again, “Honey? Please tell me what’s wrong?”

She shook in his grasp, and muttered out “I-I’m terrified of water, Haruka…I-I’m so sorry…”

He nudged her cheek with his nose, and drew his arms tighter around her. “Okay…? Is that all, (Name)?”

She slowly pulled back from his neck, “W-Wait, you’re not upset?”

He stared at her blankly and blinked, “Why would I be upset? I was just worried about you…Is that why you didn’t swim to the surface?”

She nodded, but pressed on. “I thought you would be upset because you love water so much, and I didn’t want to tell you because I was so scared that you would want to break things off because you could never be with someone who-”

Alright, (Name), I’m going to stop you right there,” His sharp blue eyes gleamed, “How could you even possibly entertain the idea of us being apart? Yes, I love swimming, and yes, I love water, but I also love you. I will allow nothing, not even water, to come between us.” He huffed, his face the perfect definition of serious.

“I’m sorry, Haruka, I thought that you would have been upset…I should have just told you.”

He took a deep breath, and relaxed his shoulders. “No, I’m sorry that I never asked. How long have we been together now? And not once had I given much thought to why you never liked the idea of swimming…” He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, “I thought it was maybe because you couldn’t swim.”

She laughed and ran her fingers over the muscles of his back. “I think you got more upset about my reason to not tell you rather than the actual fact that I can’t stand water.”

He frowned and mumbled, “Whatever…I just don’t like the thought of us being apart.”

She pulled back and smiled, kissing him tenderly. He responded, cupping her lower back and rubbing small circles into her hip with the other hand.

“I love you, (Name).”

“I love you more, Haruka.”

blackforestwaltz  asked:

Hello! ''Tis me again. Could you write some general romance headcanons like you did before for MTMTE Megatron (maybe a bit of before and after the war?), Fortress Maximus, Optimus Prime (from tfa and/or tfp, or even IDW if that's easier), Prowl (IDW or tfa), Soundwave, Rung, Heatwave (rb), and Grimlock (rid15 or IDW). I'm so sorry there's so many. Your headcanons are flufftastic though and I'm crying from the cuteness

It’s only 8, lovely(Made 9 by me but shhh)! I don’t mind a lot of characters~ Rescue Bots isn’t on the list of continuities I do, buuuut! You’re a committed follower and I have seen RB, so I make the exception for you. Also I hope it’s okay I did TFP Soundwave? You didn’t specify and he’s like… My favorite soundwave–
Aaaaaaaaaaa thank you so much! You’re too nice to me!


Megatronus(bot! s/o only)
~Despite his demeanor and time in the pits he’s a surprisingly gentle and careful lover.
~Finds it an honor that his love chose him.
~He enjoys casual PDA, quick kisses, hugs, forehelm bumps. Mostly he just enjoys holding your servos.
~However, in certain company, he only allows for quick kisses or a hug, sometimes not even that.
~In other company he’ll keep an arm firmly wrapped around your waist, keeping you to his side. He wants them to know you’re his and that either you or him will kill them if anything happens to either.
~In private he’s prefers the more intimate affections. Such as holding you in his lap, arms wrapped firmly around your midsection, placing gentle kisses to your plating.
~He enjoys getting your opinions on his writings and even practicing speeches in front of you. He’s absolutely overjoyed if you clap for him and he takes all your suggestions and critiques in stride with an appreciative smile.
~Sharing a berth is about the same regardless of your size, he usually recharges on his back with you pulled into his side.
~He does understand, however, if you’re bigger and it’s uncomfortable for you to be pressed into his chassis with pedes hanging of the berth so he’ll compromise and you two will sleep face to face with his arm wrapped around you and legs tangled together.
~He likes dates where you just share energon at your home and talk about your days, but he also enjoys walks.
~Regardless of what you do for your dates, he likes to talk about your days and plans for tomorrow and just general things.
~He is elated to become Conjux with you and takes the whole thing very, very seriously.
~He takes his time in going through it all and, when you reciprocate, he picks you up in an almost crushing hug and swings you around, laughing.
~Unfortunately your relationship is doomed from the start. When the war starts, you grow apart, he’s not the mech you knew and he scares you.
~If you meet again after the war he’ll ask for your forgiveness, but never ask you to take him back. He understands that’s not what you two need. He will also readily understand if you are unwilling to forgive him.

~He’s a bit rougher than he used to be, more likely to do certain things without first asking you.
~He’s wholly against PDA except for servo holding when the situation allows it and maybe a passing hug or two. You can get away with a kiss to the cheek occasionally.
~However in private he is very affectionate, he believes it means more if only you get to see how much he loves you.
~In private he likes to be as gentle as he can, which is surprisingly very.
~He’s slow and careful with every touch, regardless your size or species.
~Even despite his carefulness he’s still a bit rough, he’s got a certain degree of numbness to his servos and, therefore, can’t always gauge how much pressure he’s using.
~He gently demands that you /tell him/ if he’s hurting you, he doesn’t want to and the communication helps him learn how certain pressures feel in his arm instead of his servos.
~His favorite kisses are to the forehelm/head and he likes to gently press forehelms together.
~He adores when you sit in his lap and let him place his chin on your shoulder and arms around your midsection whether you’re bot or human, though if you’re human he’ll either use massdisplacement or hollomatter.
~Sharing a berth is out of the question if you’re human, he doesn’t move much, but if you move and then he moves and he’s just too paranoid about hurting you for that.
~However if you’re a bot and smaller than him, which is more likely, he’ll always kind of wrap himself around you and hold you close to him. It doesn’t matter if your back, front, or side is to him, he will have himself wrapped around you.
~If you’re bigger than him it’s kind of the same thing only it’s a little harder for him to do it and, most of the time, he just ends up laying across your chassis with your legs tangled together. Sometimes he wants you to hold him, though. Only sometimes and he never says it out loud, just kind of pushes his back into you until you get the hint.
~Date nights are a must, they’re always quiet, but rarely the same. He may take a walk with you through the halls and just enjoy each other’s presence in silence or he may plan something with food/energon and music and dancing. It depends on how much time you have together and your moods.
~He always makes sure you get two date nights a week if he can manage it.
~Conjux is all but out of the question for him. He’s afraid of having someone that close to him considering what he’s done and who he is. He doesn’t want you to suffer with him simply because of his own wrong doings.
~You may both sit down and have a conversation about it and come to the conclusion that it could be a possibility in the future, but that is entirely in the air.

~He’s gentle and caring and always wants to be with you when he can.
~He’s very understanding with you, no matter what you’re doing.
~He tries to be as protective of you, to the best of his ability. He would go down fighting for you, not before trying to either run with you or talk them down.
~He likes keeping you in his lap and running his digits through your hair or gently massaging your helm.
~He’s a worrier, so if you’re in field a lot he waits, antsy and impatient, for you to get back.
~If your human he worries about you getting stepped on or seriously injured just being around the ship.
~If you’re bigger than him than he absolutely adores being picked up, held, and cuddled by you. It makes him feel very safe and protected in your arms.
~Also if you’re bigger than him he likes sitting in your lap and playing with your servos.
~His favorite show of affection is gentle forehelm/head touches and kisses.
~He’s not against PDA, but try to keep it to a minimum because he gets super embarrassed.
~Dates with him can either be perfectly planned or a bit spontaneous.
~If he you want to go out and explore the world they’re currently landed on, he turns that into a date quickly. However most of the time he plans his dates with good energon/food, soft lights that resemble candles, and gentle music.
~He likes casual and relaxed conversation during your dates, how your days went, stories from your sparklinghood/childhood, what you’re planning for tomorrow, etc.
~Recharging with him is different depending on the height and species.
~Humans don’t recharge with him. He’s absolutely terrified he will roll over and kill them.
~If the bot is the same height or smaller he faces them and tangles himself in their limbs, pressing their cheekplates together until he’s asleep. Then his helm may fall to their chassis or back away from them.
~If the bot is bigger it depends on how bad his day was, he may demand, very gently, to be held and cuddled, he needs the comfort. Otherwise it’s the same as above, he just wraps one leg around their waist and ends up with his helm to their chassis.
~Conjux is a bit of a scary concept to him, not because he doesn’t love you enough to be Conjux with you, but because he’s honestly afraid to tell you everything about him and he couldn’t imagine being Conjux with you /without/ telling you about his mistakes and secrets.
~He does eventually come clean, slowly, and he’s elated when you simply kiss him, “The past is the past, my sweet. You can’t change it, only learn from it… And you’re doing great.”
~He definitely cries when you become Conjux.

Fortress Maximus
~He’s afraid of how big he is, he’s going to hurt you! This is an especially aggravated fear if you’re human.
~Mostly he likes to keep you on his shoulder, there’s no way you’re bigger than him so even if you’re a bot as well you’re still probably sitting on his shoulders.
~PDA makes him nervous and a bit embarrassed so it’s pretty much just servo holding.
~He won’t fight you if give him a kiss or hug him as long as you warn him about what you’re going to do. If you don’t warn him sometimes he panics and he might throw you.
~If you’re human he’ll straight forget you’re on his shoulder if you stay quiet and you /will/ scare him scrapless if you talk suddenly. He almost screams.
~Also if you’re human he rarely holds you in his servos for very long, only long enough to deposit you somewhere else. He’s scared he’ll drop or seriously injure you.
~He’s not very good at dates, but he tries.
~The first few dates are awkward because he’s so unsure and he’s trying /too/ hard. You have to reassure him that you could just take a walk around the Lost Light and it would be perfect.
~From then he doesn’t try as hard, but he does his best to do things you would enjoy together.
~It takes a long time for him to think about sharing a berth with you and won’t do so until after you’re Conjux. He doesn’t want to let someone that close that might not stay.
~Sharing a berth is out of the question if you’re human, even if he doesn’t move much. He won’t recharge because he’s so nervous about it.
~Sharing a berth, however, is interesting. He’s so big and he takes up so much room you need a /giant/ berth.
~He keeps you on his chassis and holds you close, arms wrapped around your waist.
~He finds it’s easier to recharge with you there and your weight on top of him.
~Conjux is probably the scariest thing about relationships, but the moment he knows you’re the one, he’s going for it. He doesn’t even begin to allow himself to overthink about it, you’re the most important thing in his life.
~He’s crying when you reciprocate, but he’s going to pretend he’s not and don’t say anything he might snap at you! He’s fine!


Optimus Prime
~He’s the leader and a Prime so he doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with you and that absolutely kills him.
~He does his best to at least make an hour a week to be with you and only you. Ratchet does the best he can to make sure he gets that hour.
~He’s not overtly affectionate, he either doesn’t have the time or needs to uphold himself properly.
~He’s not against PDA, however. Just keep it to a low minimum of servo holding and maybe a quick kiss or two, cheek or lips.
~However, in private, he is very, very affectionate.
~He holds you to him and kisses you where he can reach, shoulders, helm, lips, wherever he can get so he can show you how much you mean to him. Even if you’re human he’ll kiss your head a lot, may even use massdisplacement or hollomatter just so he can kiss you everywhere he wants.
~In private he rarely lets you get away from his hold, keeping you against his chassis.
~Dates are nearly impossible, so you can’t expect them much. Even in that hour he tries to make sure he gets a week he won’t plan anything, he doesn’t want it to fall apart and be completely ruined.
~However if he knows you’ll get a chance for a date he’ll make sure it’s simple, dinner and maybe a movie. He might dance with you, he likes to slow dance.
~He doesn’t recharge much so you might be hard pressed to recharge with him. Most of the time you’re forced to drag him to berth or he’ll flat skip recharge.
~If you’re human he won’t even allow you to stay at the base for the night. He loves you, but it’s not safe for you to stay and you have family you need to see. Just be back in the morning.
~If you’re a bot and you /actually/ get him to berth he’ll lazily wrap an arm around you, he can only sleep on his stomach or side, if he’s careful, so, no matter the size of you, you’re usually curled into his side with his arm around you.
~However if you’re smaller than him, similar to Arcee’s size, he may keep his arm off you. He doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you by pulling you into him too tightly.
~He won’t be Conjux with you. End of discussion. This is war and he doesn’t want to commit so much to you for you to just lose him or vice versa. It would be hard enough just to lose you, but to lose you as a Conjux would kill him.
~However, after the war, he would happily become Conjux with you. And by happily I mean he will cry and you’ll swear he’s not a Prime anymore, but Orion Pax again.

~He’s damn hard to read to most people, but never for you. You can read him very well and that’s something he loves about you.
~You find it easy to read his subtle body language and gauge his reactions and you always know how to react in turn.
~You can have full conversations with him and no one understands /how/. There’s nothing on his visor, no mashed audios clips, he’s just standing there and you’re talking. No one understands. That’s how you two like it.
~He’s completely against PDA, especially in front of Megatron.
~He may let you get away with leaning on him.
~If you’re human you can lean into his foot or, if you have the ability, he ignores you as you climb up his body to rest in any spot you fit that’s not dangerous if he moves. He’ll use his tendrils to move you if it’s dangerous.
~He still isn’t overly affectionate in private.
~He mostly likes to just hold you to his chassis, which can get awkward if you’re bigger than him because he’s like… All arm. You somehow make it work.
~He absolutely loves to nuzzle his helm to your helm/head, shoulders, or stomach, always gently. You know he loves it because there’s always a little heart emoji on his visor.
~The closest thing you’re getting to a date is leaning on him while he works and conversing in your own special way. Other than that, he’s just not the dating type. He’d rather just cuddle up in your berth.
~He also likes to tickle you with those damn tendrils, regardless of your species or size.
~You always share a berth, even if your human. He doesn’t move at all so there’s no issue in you getting hurt unless you fall off him and then that’s your problem, not his. If your bot it doesn’t matter what size you are he demands to be the big spoon, it’s easier on you both because he’s 90% lank and arm.
~If you move while recharging sometimes you may wake up with an elbow in the side or in a strange and compromising position. If he’s been awake before you, he has a picture of you.
~He also takes pictures of you constantly; everything is cute. He’s got quite the database of pictures of you, a lot of them are hyper focused on you and, therefore, very aesthetically pleasing.
~He’ll want to be Conjux with you, but he’s a little scared to do it considering the war. He eventually decides that he would rather die a thousand deaths with you in his spark than die even once without you.
~When he disappears your comfort is taken in that you can still feel him in your spark. He’s not dead.


~He’s either extremely understanding or extremely annoyed with you and there is rarely an in between with him.
~Usually if he’s annoyed he just tells you he’s too aggravated to talk right now and he’s going to cool down. That way he never just storms away. Usually you agree it’s a good idea too cool.
~If it’s something like tripping over yourself and therefore tripping him up or tripping off his servo causing him to have to scramble to catch you he’ll just make sure you’re alright and then gently smile at you.
~Generally speaking he’s more likely to take a partner who’s calm, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take a partner that is more rambunctious and ready to party/fight. It just means he’s more likely to get drug out of his comfort zone.
~PDA isn’t something he’s huge on, but if you take his servo or kiss him he’ll return the gesture. He does like to keep you in his lap if he’s sitting though or to be in yours if you’re bigger.
~He won’t let you get too touchy in public, don’t wrap an arm around him he’ll slink out of it and give you a look.
~He gets super embarrassed if you kiss his face in public and will definitely duck so you miss and end up kissing open air.
~If you’re human he likes to keep you on his shoulder, which means he can’t duck! You’re free to kiss his face all over where you can reach and make him a blushing, stuttering mess.
~His dates are generally very, very quiet and always just the two of you.
~He likes candle lights and starry night walks. Conversations come and go easily and there’s never any awkwardness between the two of you.
~Sharing a berth is completely different depending on you and you’re species and height.
~If you’re human he keeps you either against his neck or on his chassis, he doesn’t move so there’s no worries and it won’t be a particularly painful drop if you happen to roll of him yourself.
~If you’re a bot yourself and smaller than him he likes to either be the big spoon, though he’ll let you be the big spoon if you ask, or recharge face to face in a tangle of arms, legs, and chassis. Sometimes you have a bit of trouble separating in the morning.
~If you’re bigger than him he still likes to be the big spoon but he’s far more likely to settle on being the little spoon. He still likes to face you and tangle up together, however sometimes it ends up with him just being on top of you.
~If you move in recharge there’s a chance you might push him off the berth and he’ll never forgive you. (he forgives you by the time you’re out the door of your habsuite.)
~Conjux is /slightly/ scary concept for him. He’s not sure he’ll be the best partner for you, you gently reassure him that he will be the best partner.
~He takes his time with it all, because he wants it to be slow and special and all mean the world to the both of you.
~When he joins the Well of Allsparks you feel it in your own spark and are knocked to your knees and left breathless and lost.

{Rescue Bots}

~He’s actually a lot of fun, even if he can be kind of stiff and a bit heated.
~He likes having you around, you really even him out and keep him level, even if you’re similar to him your presence really just calms him down.
~He’s the leader so that often means you don’t get a lot of alone time so you have to take up to being okay with some PDA, but not too much. He’s got a reputation to uphold and he doesn’t want anyone to think less of you either.
~PDA with him is fairly cautious and sensible; don’t hug him too much, kisses on the lips are short, stop being so cute!
~It’s not that he doesn’t love you and if you /ever/ feel like that’s why he doesn’t show a lot of affection publicly he’ll be more inclined to prove you wrong.
~The real reason he doesn’t show a lot of public affection is because he’s seen what people can make of it and he doesn’t want that for either of you, you deserve better than /that/.
~If you tell him you’d like to show him more affection he would agree, but it’s still not silly or long, awkward affections. Just more kissing, hugs last longer, he’s trying.
~He’s a hot head so sometimes you argue and he rarely backs down, you have to be the one to walk away before things get back. He’s working on that, but it can get hard on both of you.
~Sharing a berth is about the same regardless of your species, it’s size that’ll change it.
~If you’re human or a bot smaller than him he’ll let you recharge on his chassis with an arm lazily wrapped around your waist. Sometimes this changes to him being the big spoon, but he doesn’t much care for spooning so it doesn’t happen often.
~If you’re bigger he will shamelessly sprawl across your chassis but if you take pictures or tell /anyone/ he will never forgive you.
~He’s a sucker for romantic comedies so your dates are often curling up in his lap or holding each other and watching the newest one or even one of your favorites. That’s his favorite date.
~However he does also like dates like those /in/ his romantic comedies and he’ll try to recreate them. Sometimes this goes smoothly, sometimes you feel like maybe, just maybe, you /are/ the romcom itself.
~Heatwave isn’t sure about Conjux until you bring it up one night just before you fall into recharge together.
~”You ever thought about being Conjux with me.” “I…. All the time.” “Good.”
~He can’t believe that just happened. He’s ten seconds from squealing when you start snoring and then he has to keep it on the inside. How dare you do that to him.


~He is just… So excited? About everything you do? He just loves you so much?
~You could just say I love you to him and he’d squeal and wrap you in a bear hug.
~He doesn’t much like to get away from you, practically begging Bee to send you teamed together. The only time he doesn’t beg or even bother to ask is if you can’t split off into teams of two, but instead one.
~He loves it if you sit and watch him train and work out. Though it will eventually dissolve into cuddles and tickling each other after one of you starts to tease the other.
~He is all about PDA, though he knows when enough is enough.
~He loves to hold you to him and have you touching him in any way possible. Whether this be an arm around you or servo holding is dependent on you size and species.
~If you’re a bot and small then him you can find yourself sitting in his arms in a hug or sitting on his shoulders because that’s where he put you and that’s where he wants you.
~If you’re about the same or maybe a little bigger he keeps an arm wrapped around you somewhere, usually around the waist with a servo on your hip.
~He’s into every type of kiss, cheek, bunny, lips, passionate, chaste, just kiss him he loves it and he loves you.
~He won’t let it get to far, kisses are never too long, hugs are never sensual, he knows what’s too far and he doesn’t cross that line.
~He likes to have you on his shoulder, regardless of if you’re bot or human. He just likes having you there.
~Sharing a berth is the same no matter what. He transformers and curls around you with his dino head rested underneath you. That’s just what he likes.
~If you’re human you sleep on top of his head unless it’s deemed unsafe for you.
~If you’re a smaller bot you basically sleep curled into his dino neck, if you’re bigger you’re leaning into him instead.
~You’re pretty much always on one big date and he doesn’t know a lot about dating, so it’s up to you if you go on an actual date. Make sure it’s fun!
~Conjux for him isn’t something he understands or ever thought about so you have to make the moves and explain to him what you’re doing and why.
~He’ll cry once you are Conjux though, he can’t believe someone wants him so much.

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Bughead #5. one night stand and falling pregnant au

(okay, before you guys scream at me, this might be one i’ll do a follow up for)




It’s a morning like any other; she and Veronica rise early for their weekend roommate run, even if Veronica spends the entire time complaining that she doesn’t “do” public parks—half jokingly, but Betty knows there’s a part of her best friend that confidently, deliberately remains snobby—and then take turns showering. 

Betty pads into the kitchen while Veronica takes the first pass at the bathroom. After setting up the coffee maker and it whirs to life, Betty presses the lever of the toaster down with one hand and turns on the radio with the other. 

The local NPR station is running a story about plastics fibers found in salt water and what all countries have to do about ocean pollution, and she thinks to herself that she’s always disliked plastics.

They’re necessary, of course. Inevitable, really. But after a lifetime of trying to open impossible plastic packages, or the time she melted a plastic spatula on the stove because she was having a panic attack and probably nearly burned her apartment down—which, surprisingly, didn’t help with the anxiety—and now this with the ocean pollution, she thinks they could do well to rid themselves of it wherever not necessary. 

However, it turns out that necessary will be sooner than she thinks.

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Didn't See It Coming

This is for my secret valentine Supes @double-trouble-dc !! From @ibjessjess hope you enjoy darling!!


“Superboy look out!” you shouted as you knocked another guy out.

You heard a grunt and saw a body fly into a wall out of the corner of your eye and smirked. Being clairvoyant really had it’s perks. You quickly took care of the guy in front of you and continued fighting, occasionally shouting warnings to other teammates.

Eventually the fight died down and with it came everyone’s guards. You looked around automatically making sure Conner was ok, which he was as usual. Suddenly you got the familiar tingling that let you know someone made a decision involving Conner. You stopped and looked around, trying to find a source. The uncomfortable sensation grew, someone’s mind was made up. You gasped as the sensation cleared and you clearly saw what was going on. There was a sniper on the neighboring roof, with bullets laced in Kryptonite.


You shouted as you ran as fast as you could just as the sniper pulled the trigger. Just in the nick of time, you tackle Superboy to the ground as the bullet grazed your shoulder. Immediately the rest of the team sprung into action to apprehend the sniper while you and Conner quietly got up and processed what just happened.

“Why’d you try and block it? Bullets don’t -”

“It was laced in Kryptonite.”

“Oh…thanks,” Conner’s voice betrayed hints of confusion. Why would you, the loveliest girl he had ever laid eyes on, go out of your way to save him?

“Your welcome,” you said, turning away to hide your blush.

“You’re bleeding!” Conner said as he ripped a piece of his shirt and pressed it to your shoulder.

Your cheeks darkened when you felt his hand.

“I-I’m fine. Really it’s just a scratch,” you stammered, trying to move away.

“You’re not fine, now hold still.”

You gave up looked down, hiding your crimson cheeks.

You had acted almost on instinct. You’d had a crush on him for months but didn’t have the guts to ask him out.

On the way back to the cave you couldn’t help but steal glances at the indestructible boy who had stolen your heart. Little did you know, Conner was doing the exact same thing. In fact this entire experience had been a bit of an eye opener. For awhile now he had ignored these feeling he felt about you. He liked you but in his mind, girls like you just didn’t date guys like him.

For the next few weeks Conner walked on eggshells around you. If you were in the room, he would find an excuse to leave. You began to notice these things and it troubled you. What had you done?

After many long talks with Zatanna and Artemis, you’d made up your mind just to ask him what was wrong. So after a particularly tiresome training session, you cornered Conner in the kitchen.

“Hey Conner,”


“How have you been?”

“Good, I guess,”

“That’s good,”

“I’m gonna go -”

“No. We need to talk.”

Conner grew visibly uncomfortable at that.

“Look Conner, you’ve acting really weird around me. And if I said or did something to offend you or make you mad, I’m sorry. I’d -”

“Stop (Y/N),” Conner sighed, “It’s not you, it’s me. I didn’t really know how to act around you after the last mission. I’ve never been very good with my emotions. I guess my first instinct is to run away. I uh I really like you. Would you like to go out? On a date? With me?”

You gasped, “Of course! I really like you too!”

You threw your arms around him and planted a kiss to his lips which he returned enthusiastically. Normally you hated not seeing things coming, but this was one time, you really didn’t mind.



“Hey Conner what day is it today?” You asked as you stood in a line outside a fancy restraunt.

“The 14th. Why?”

You laughed. How could you have forgotten?

“It’s Valentine’s Day. We’ll be lucky if we even get in.”

“Oh,” Conner’s cheeks reddened.

“Wanna get a pizza instead? We can watch a movie at my place,”

“That sounds great,” Conner said, clearly relieved, “I hate monkey suits,” he said as he tugged at his tie.

You simply laughed and tugged him off to the pizza parlor around the corner. Needless to say, it was the best Valentine’s Day you’d had in years.

Ok, so I saw this post on @ofwizardsandwotters  and I don’t know why I wrote this but I did.

Albus: C'mon Rose, I didn’t drink that much last night!
Rose: You were flirting with Scorpius
Albus: So what, he’s my boyfriend?
Rose: You asked if he was single
Rose: And cried when he said he wasn’t

Albus Potter realized two things immediately upon waking. The first was that it was Christmas morning. He knew this because it was one of the only night a year that he slept at his grandparents’ house now that he was an adult. He woke to stare at the cracked wooden beams that lined the living room ceiling and found that he was under the Christmas tree instead of in his mother’s old bedroom as usual.

This led him to his second realization: that last night had been a horrible mistake. 

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Cuddles are the best remedy

Words: 691

Genre: Fluff (that’s all I know how to write apparently)

Warnings: Dan swears a bit, but what’s new

Description: Dan wakes up feeling unwell, and it’s way too early for him to deal with this

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Begin — Jeon Jungkook (04)

Words: 2681

Warnings: none

Description: You’ve never met your father, so you finally make the decision to go meet him in Korea. But what you found there was more than just a father.

Prologue [01] [02] [03] [04] [05]


You walked down the stairs, a delicious smell instantly coming to your senses.

The smell led you to the kitchen, where there was a beautiful breakfast made.

Sitting beside the counter was Jin. He was eating while doing something on his phone.

Was he still mad at you?

“Good morning, Jin-oppa.” You spoke, mentally cringing. You remembered that one day last week, Jin told you that in Korea, girls call their older brother oppa. You didn’t really want to call him that, but you thought that in this situation, it would make him less mad (if he was still mad at you).

He looked up at you while chewing his food. “Morning.” He spoke, mouth half full. “There’s your plate.” He pointed to a plate of pancakes and bacon that was beside him.

“Thanks.” You said, sitting next to him so you could eat. Sitting next to him now felt awkward, so you decided to make small talk.

“Did Ji-yeon make this?” You asked.

Jin shook his head before swallowing the food that was in his mouth and speaking. “I made it.”

“Really? Well, it tastes really good.” You slightly smiled, complimenting him.

Jin hummed in response before continuing to eat.

The room was quiet, once again.

“Did they go to work? Dad and Ji-yeon?” You ask, trying to fight the silence.

Jin nodded. You thought he wouldn’t say anything after that, so you gave up on trying to make a conversation. But Jin did speak.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t tell them about what happened at the party.” He says, not making eye contact with you and just eating his food.

“Thanks.” You say. “Yeah. I mean, telling them would’ve been the right thing to do, but I didn’t. I’m sure they’d love to know about how you got drunk and grinded on some boy you just met.” He spoke, like it was no big deal.

Wow, Jin is really good at throwing shade, but you didn’t like that it was directed towards you.

The memories of the night of the party made you upset. You looked at your brother. “I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.”

“And I don’t like it when you do stupid things.” He says.

“Well, that’s what having siblings is like, right? They get mad at you for doing something stupid, but it’s fine because they’re your siblings and you love them anyways, right?” You spoke with hope, hoping that Jin would magically stop being mad at you.

Without saying a word, Jin stood up and placed his empty dish in the sink. He was about to walk away and you started talking.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t want you to be mad at me, Jin.” You spoke.

He kept walking until you spoke once again.

“I messed up badly, I know. And now you hate me. I disappointed the brother that I’ve only known for two weeks.” You sighed.

Jin stopped in his tracks and turned around.

“Hey, don’t say that.” He said. His eyes softened once he saw tears streaming down your face. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, y/n. You’re my sister.”

“Stop saying cliche stuff.” You told him, wiping your tears away, even though they kept coming.

“I don’t hate you, y/n. Yes, you messed up, but I don’t hate you. Yes, I’m mad at you, but I don’t hate you.” He tells you.

“Are you sure? By the way you were yelling at me yesterday, it really doesn’t seem like you like me.” You stood up, putting your dish in the sink.

“Yes, I’m sure. I only yelled at you because I was worried. Do you know what could’ve happen if that picture leaked? If people found out that you’re my sister, my imagine would be ruined. The boy’s images would be ruined.” He says.

You rolled your eyes before wiping the tears away once again. “So you only care about your image?” You asked him. “Do you even want people to find out that I’m your sister? Do you even want me to be your sister? Or are you too ashamed of me?”

“I never said that.” He answers. “Answer the question.” You say, looking up at him.

“If you’re just going to act like this, then why would I want people to know that you’re my sister? Why would I want you to be my sister?” He asks. After the words left his mouth, his eyes widened. He looked like he regretted everything he just said, but you didn’t care. The damage was done. “Oh my gosh. I didn't—” he started, but you spoke over him.

“You’re right. Your image could be ruined because of me. Maybe I shouldn’t be here anymore. Maybe I should just go back home.” You say, looking down at your feet, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “Maybe it’s best that people don’t find out that I’m your sister. You wouldn’t want your image to be ruined, right?”

“Y/n,” Jin sighed. You didn’t give him a chance to speak before rushing upstairs to your room and locking the door.

You laid on your bed, crying into a pillow.

What were you supposed to do now? Pack up and go home?

As much as you felt like you needed to get away, in this moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to get up and pack your bags. You didn’t want to. How were you going to let this one mistake ruin something that you’ve been waiting for your whole life?

After about 10 minutes, you heard soft knocks on your door. “Y/n.” Jin called you. “Open the door.”

You sat up, but you didn’t go to open the door. “Leave me alone.”

“Y/n, please. We need to have a talk. A brother-sister talk.” He says.

You just sat there, not getting up. “It’s obvious that you don’t want me as a sister, so what’s the point?” You clutched onto the pillow that was in your arms.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to say that. You know that I didn’t mean to say that.” He spoke. “I don’t know anything.” You say.

You heard him take a deep breath. “Y/n, open the door. Please.”

You sighed and stood up, finally opening the door before returning to your seat on the bed. You looked down at the carpeted floor, not wanting to look at him.

He entered the room and closed your door, sitting beside you.

“I’m sorry.” He said almost immediately as he sat down. “I didn’t mean to say that. I didn’t mean it at all. I really do want you as my sister y/n. I love the fact that you’re my sister. I love you.”

You froze at his words. You felt your eyes getting watery again, so you pressed the pillow against your face, not wanting him to see you.

Jin chuckled at your actions, putting his hand on your back. “Yes, you messed up, but I love you. You’re my sister and I love you. If those pictures did leak, I wouldn’t hate you. I could never hate you. Yes, I would be really mad, but I wouldn’t hate you.”

He suddenly removed the pillow from your face, tossing it on the bed and hugging you.

You rested your head on his chest, wiping your tears.

“I should’ve never yelled at you before. I shouldn’t have made you feel like I hate you, because I don’t.” He tells you.

“I’m sorry for being such an idiot. It wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. I know he was supposed to be watching me, but I told him that I’d be fine. It’s my fault, not his.” You say.

“I don’t care who’s fault it is. I just don’t want this to happen again, okay?” He asked.

“Okay.” You nodded, looking at him. “So you’re not mad at me anymore, right?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Good because I really want to go to the mall, but I need someone to drive me.” You smile.

Jin playfully rolled his eyes, removing his arms from around you and standing up.

“Lets go.”


“Well, we’re having a brother-sister day, so you can’t go ditch me with Jungkook again.” Jin laughed as you two entered the same store that you went into the first time you came to the mall.

As soon as the words left Jin’s mouth, someone spoke. “Hyung!” Someone called. You both turned around to the direction of the voice to see Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook.

They were in the same store as you guys.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jin asked as the boys walked up to you.

“What does it look like? We’re shopping, duh.” Taehyung speaks, earning a hit on the arm from Jin. “Ouch.” He says, rubbing his arm.

“Since you’re here,” Jin starts, looking at Jungkook. “Don’t ditch me with my sister again, okay.”

“I can’t make any promise.” Jungkook says, smiling at you. You shyly smiled back, not knowing why you felt something funny in your stomach when he smiled at you.

Jin shook his head and chuckled.

“Ah, y/n. Starbucks has this really cool drink that we should try.” Jungkook tells you. “Then we should go get it.” You responded, looking at Jin to make sure you had permission. 

Jin nodded and smiled and with that, you and Jungkook were off to Starbucks.

Two security guards followed you once again.

You two got to Starbucks and got your drinks before leaving and walking around the mall.
“So you and Jin made up?” He asked as you sipped your drink. “Yep. I swear I will never get that drunk ever again.” You tell him.

He nods before sipping his drink. “About that night at the party,” Jungkook stopped walking and you stopped and looked at him.

“What? Did something else happen?” You asked.

“Well,” he starts. “when you were drunk, like really drunk, you kind of—” He was cut off by someone calling his name.

“Jungkook!” It sounded like a teenage girl.

Turning your head to look at where the sound was coming from, you saw tons of fans coming at you guys.

A security guard pulled you and Jungkook away while another security guard tried to hold back the crowd.

“Does this happen every single time you guys come here?” You asked while the security guard led you two somewhere else.

“Yeah.” Jungkook shrugged.

What was it that he was going to tell you? Was it something embarrassing? You’d hate to find out another stupid thing that you did while you were drunk.

“Jungkook!” A girl yelled. Her yell seemed closer than the other ones. You turned to look at the source of the voice, but you were suddenly pushed away.

You tripped, luckily, you didn’t fall. You looked to see that a fan had escaped the crowd and rushed to Jungkook. On the way to him, she pushed you out of the way.

“Y/n!” Jungkook says, grabbing your hand as security guards got the girl away from the two of you.

You heard screams and cameras flashing constantly. You still wondered how these boys dealt with it.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks you. You nodded. “I’m fine.”

He intertwined his fingers with yours as you walked back to he store that the boys were in.

Once you got there, the security guards stood in front and you two walked in, almost immediately finding Taehyung.

“Oh my gosh, that looks so good.” The boy says, looking at the drinks you and Jungkook held.

“Jungkook let me try it.” Taehyung says. Jungkook gave him his drink and Taehyung sipped the drink before walking away with it.

“Tae!” Jungkook groaned. Taehyung walked down one of the aisles of the store and Jungkook just let him go.

You looked at Jungkook and laughed. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” He says before taking your drink out of your hand and drinking it.

“Jungkook!” You whined. “Now you know how it feels.” He said.

You tried to take your drink away from him, but he held it up high so you couldn’t reach it. So, you just gave up trying and watched as he sipped your drink.

You started walking through the store, dragging Jungkook along. “What was it that you needed to tell me before?” You asked him as you looked at a cute shirt.

“It—uh—it was nothing. Forget it.” Jungkook stutters. You knew he was lying. “Stop lying. What were you going to tell me?” You looked at him.

“I-I was going to tell you that when we were in my car going to the hotel, you started singing really loudly and it was kind of annoying.” He speaks.

“Oh,” you giggled. “I’m sorry. Did anything else happen?”

“Hyung!” Jungkook calls, looking in a different direction and ignoring your question.

You looked to see Jimin and Jin walking up to you.

As Jin approached the two of you, he looked down and saw that your fingers were intertwined. Jin raised and eyebrow at this cleared his throat. You pulled your hand away from Jungkook’s once you saw how Jin was reacting.

“Do you want anything?” Jin asks you. You gave him the shirt that you had previously been looking at. “That’s it?” He asked and you nodded.

Jin left to go pay for your shirt and everything that he was buying, leaving you alone with Jungkook and Jimin.

“Jungkook, did you tell her? Is that why you two were holding hands? Aww that’s so—” Jimin what cut off by Jungkook hitting him in the stomach.

You raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Ah, so he didn’t tell you?” Jimin chuckled.

“Tell me what?”

“Nothing. Don’t listen to him y/n.” Jungkook tells you. “Jungkookie, why are you such a coward? Just tell her. It’s not like it didn’t happen.” Jimin tells his friend.

“Jimin-hyung, leave me alone.” Jungkook groans and Jimin just laughs.

“What does he mean?” You asked, looking up at Jungkook. “It’s nothing, y/n.”

“Jungkook, you’re going to have to tell her eventually.” Jimin smiles.

“Jimin—” Jungkook starts.

“Y/n, when you were drunk, you kissed Jungkook.” Jimin admits. “See? It wasn’t hard to say at all.” He says to his friend.

Your eyes widened. “I did what?” You say, turning back to Jungkook. “Y/n,” he starts.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Oh my gosh.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

You were so embarrassed! How could you kiss Jungkook while you were drunk?

“I was going to tell you, I just—” he says, but you cut him of. “Forget it. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“You don’t have to—” he started once again. “I-I’m gonna g-go find Jin.” You stuttered, embarrassed.

You walked away from the two boys and waited outside of the checkout line for Jin to finish.

“Hey, why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Jin chuckles as he walked up to you. “Do I?” You giggled awkwardly. “I just don’t feel good. Maybe we should leave.”

“Don’t you want to say goodbye to the boys first?” Jin asks you.

Say goodbye to them? You didn’t even want to talk to Jungkook right now. How could you embarrass yourself like that?

“No, it’s okay. I’m sure I’ll see them soon anyways.” You tell him.

Jin shrugged and you two left the store.

All you could think about on the way home is the fact that you kissed Jungkook.

It was your fault. You were drunk. It didn’t mean anything, did it?

Did you like Jungkook?

“Oh my gosh.” You said to yourself.

“What is it? Are you okay?” Jin asks, looking at you for a few seconds before looking back at the road.

“I just—I think—” You stuttered. You didn’t know what to say. “I just need to get home. I have a really bad headache.” You lied.

Jin nodded. “We’ll be home soon, don’t worry.”

You couldn’t believe it.

You liked Jungkook.