idk the name of the character he plays so sorry ; ;

anonymous asked:

Whats "In The Heights" about? All I know is that Lin is in it

ok kids buckle tf up here we go

so in the heights takes place in the middle of a heat wave, more specifically on july 3rd. it’s centered around a latino community in washington heights (which is in the northest part of manhattan), referred to as the barrio.

a few of the main characters:

1. usnavi de la vega (so dope y tu lo sabes)
originally played by lin, usnavi is probably the main-est character. he owns & runs a tiny bodega with his cousin, sonny. theyre both dominican. usnavi is 24 and sonny is 16. usnavi’s biggest dream is to go back home to the dominican republic and it continues to drive him throughout the musical. hes really awkward and messes up a lot but he tries & we love him anyways

2. vanessa otilia garcia (you know her, a little bit of cinnamon)
i dont think vanessa ever mentions where shes from??? but she was originally played by karen olivo (who now plays angelica in ham chicago!). she’s “the loveliest girl in the place”. she could have anyone in the whole barrio and she chose usnavi??? idk. shes usnavis love interest. shes a bamf & i lov her. she really really wants to move downtown. she works at the salon next to the de la vega bodega. shes 19

3. nina rosario (the barrio’s best)
quite possibly the most relatable character on broadway??? she’s 19 & puerto rican, played by mandy gonzalez. she was the only one in the barrio to go to college (stanford! hot damn!). she…. kinda dropped out tho and she kinda has a crisis bc like??? how tf is she supposed to break the news to everyone??? also her father owns the taxi dispatch that benny works at

4. benny (??? no last name??????)
hes like one of the maybe 2 non hispanic characters, played by none other than chris jackson. hes 24 and lowkey has a big crush on nina. knows how 2 pick up chicks. friends with usnavi.

5. abuela claudia (not really ur abuela)
cuban. not actually anyone’s abuela. is also everyone’s abuela. will probably be ur abuela too if u asked. usnavi is especially close to her, as is nina. arguably one of the purest characters in the show. played by olga ortiz.

6. daniela & carla
vanessa works w them at the salon. they know all the gossip of the barrio. /a l l/ of it. just try to tell them something going on that they dont know (hint: u cant). theres like a 95% chance theyre lesbians. daniela is puerto rican and carla is uh….. chiledominicurican??? but she always says shes from queens. dani is played by andrea burns & carla is played by janet dacal.

u should check the genius lyrics as u go along bc there’s a lot of spanish and spanglish thrown in there, and also bc some key plot points are left out of the soundtrack (rly only like 2 maybe 3 but still) and if not for the annotations theyll fly right over ur head.

in the heights is just a rly gr8 show, all of the latinx characters are played by latinx people, overall i’d give it about a 9/10 bc they made it much less gay (in the workshop ver, nina had a brother named lincoln & he was gay and had a crush on benny, also pete & sonny were supposed to kiss right before the last song) (we’re all really bitter abt that btw) (make in the heights gay again 2kForever) (its still a great show tho pls give it a listen)

ok this was a really long post sorry bye listen to in the heights

SERVAMP Festival Fanreport (2/5) (Night)

Take note this report contains only the night session. Noon session can be found HERE. And since it will be made into a DVD (that will be released on 28th June), it will be considered spoilers if you are intending to get the DVD so you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to! My report may or may not be a little Kimura Ryohei/Greed pair-centric since I unconsciously focus on them most of the time.

I should also mention that it might not be 100% accurate as it is based off from memory, so sorry if I mess up! I’ll only write what I can remember.
And also because I fail at English and suck at writing a report it probably turned out being messier than I thought it would be…….sorry.

※Also, just a light heads up that the night session contains quite a bit of ┌(┌^o^)┐ホモぉ… tension and fanservice (a lot of hugging too) so if you’re uncomfortable with things like that please read with care..(or skip it wholly if you just can’t stand it)

It’ll get pretty lengthy so I’m placing everything under a cut!! ↓↓

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Movie Marathon

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Anon Request “ How about reader having a lazy day in the bunker and snuggling on the sofa watching nerdy movies with Dean? Idk like lord of the rings or something XD”

Words: 492

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry it is so short! Writer’s block hit me hard with this one and I tried for days to make it longer.

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anonymous asked:

I know you said no more fox hux but I love the headcanon you made about him being scared of thunder. Maybe, if you feel like it, could you write something for it? please?

Kylo isn’t sure what sound rouses him from sleep.

Whether it’s the rumble of thunder, the crack of lightning or the rain pounding on the window, Kylo is now wide awake regardless.

It’s the middle of the night, Kylo notes as he blinks himself into alertness, realising that his fox isn’t lying next to him like he was hours ago when they’d fallen into bed.

“Hux?” Kylo shouts, sitting up, noting that their bathroom light isn’t on so Hux isn’t in there.

But there comes another flash of lightning before the noise of thunder follows a few seconds later, and then frightened whimpers sound from underneath the bed.

Kylo frowns, climbing out of bed to look underneath, only to see Hux huddled in on himself, lithe body shaking, eyes scrunched closed and his fox ears flattened to his head.

“Oh, Hux,” Kylo says softly, kneeling down, surprised that Hux has managed to even fit underneath their bed. “Is it the thunder?”

“I hate it, Kylo,” Hux says, hands covering his human ears. “It’s so loud and bad and–”

Another flash, another rumble. Hux cowers and Kylo’s heart flutters. He reaches under the bed, stroking down the soft curve of the fox’s back and to his tail, smoothing the wayward fur back into place.

“Come back into bed, sweetheart,” Kylo says. “It’s warmer, I’ll protect you.”

Hux opens his eyes and moves his hands away from his ears, and slowly crawls out from underneath the bed and into Kylo’s arms, who lifts him bridal style into a strong embrace. Nuzzling his nose into Kylo’s neck, the fox cries quietly as his mate holds him tight, the rain hammering down on their windows. They settle back into bed and Hux nestles as close to Kylo’s chest as he can manage, his fox ears tickling the underneath of Kylo’s chin.

“Ssh, it’s alright,” Kylo smiles, kissing the top of Hux’s head. “It can’t hurt you.”

“That’s what my mother used to tell me and my brothers,” Hux murmurs, and Kylo feels his lover tremble. “Even on the same night as–”

Hux’s voice trails off, pulling the blankets over them as the lightning and the thunder finally sync, the rumble sounding at the same time as the big flash.

“Same night as what, Hux? Talk to me. You’re shaking.”

The rain eases as the storm passes over their apartment building, moving with the winds. The fox breathes out, his ears returning to their usual alertness rather than flatten to his head against the loud assaults from the storm. He pushes himself out of Kylo’s hold, brushing stray hair out of his eyes as he sits up, back against the headboard, grey tee baggy on his small frame.

“The same night as the fire.”

Kylo sits up too, unnerved by the fearful looks in the fox’s eyes.

“The fire?”

Hux nods.

“I was part of a litter of four.” A small smile ghosts Hux’s lips. “Four boys to one parent. Our mother did her best for us but a litter of any more than 2 to a kitsune, male or female, means a lot of energy so the pups can be a handful.”

Kylo can’t help but imagine Hux as a small boy, able to shift into a little foxling, playing with his 3 brothers whilst their mother sat nearby and watched over her children with a proudness in her eyes.

“You’ve never mentioned your brothers before,” Kylo says, smiling, but it fades when he sees Hux’s expression fall.

“I’m the only one left.”

Kylo’s chest clenches, and tears fall from Hux’s eyes.

“It was the worst storm I’ve ever seen. My mother tried to take us deeper into the forest to find shelter after our den had been destroyed but everywhere was engulfed in flames. One of my brothers was injured, and whilst running back to help him, another became hurt and they were lost to the fire. I remember running to them but falling instead, slipping down into a hole in the forest floor and…that’s all I remember. I woke up to my home destroyed and my family with it. My three brothers and my mother. So you see, I have no brothers to talk about.”

Without hesitating, Kylo takes Hux into his arms, kissing his cheek and rubbing his nose against him like he knows comforts Hux in a way that only a fellow kitsune would know. Hux cries into his mate’s shoulder as the thunder fades completely into the distance, leaving the softly-falling rain the only sound to comfort them.

“I’m sorry, Hux,” Kylo says, wishing he could somehow stop his fox from hurting. “I’ve lost family too. Not in the same way, but…I know the grief kills a little part of you every time you think of them.”

“Their spirits live on with mine,” Hux says, sitting up to look at Kylo’s eyes. “That’s what we believe. Kitsunes. Death means the joining of souls, giving strength to the ones still fighting in Life. But…I still miss them.”

Kylo doesn’t know how to respond. Feeling compelled as Hux’s only remaining family, and mate, he takes hold of his hand and squeezes hard.

And to his delight, Hux squeezes back, equally as sorry about Kylo’s own pain.

“It’s alright, Ren,” Hux nods, tail wafting behind him. “I have you.”

“You do,” Kylo says softly, bringing Hux’s knuckles up to his lips to kiss. “You always will. By the spirits of your brothers, I swear it.”

And Hux’s eyes glow like Kylo has never seen before.

Gamer’s Love

Summary: So i might be back with another request later but this one is how about one where you are a huge gamer (i can msg if you need help with the persona idk if using it right) of the reader and you and stiles hit it off and after a while of you talking passionately about games, he just goes, you’re very cute when talking about what u love and you two go out?

Characters: Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 1197

Request: Anon

AN: I hope this is kinda what you wanted. I’m sorry if you didn’t like it.

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Newsies Live, a review of sorts

Originally posted by whenyourfallingintheforest

So it’s looking like the reply I wrote up last night for @party-with-books on mobile, during a wifi issue, is just not going to ever post and is lost to the netherworld, which is unfortunate because, even if nothing I said was coherent, I wrote it while everything was still fresh and I was still on the most beautiful ecstasy high - the kind you can’t get arrested for. But I’m gonna try to do the play justice here, and using a lot of gifs, XD so we shall see.

Guys. Guys. Guuuuyyysssss. I just can’t. Let me start by saying I have never seen a stage production of Newsies. I’ve been listening to the soundtrack for months, but for a lot of the bits the stage show has added or edited from the original film’s story, I had absolutely zero context for, and the soundtrack is sadly missing like a crap ton of reprises. Therefore, if you care about spoilers, I suggest you stop reading this and wait for the dvd to come out or something, because I don’t feel like holding anything back.

After that note, where the heck do I even begin? The production itself. And by that, I don’t just mean the sets and the cast and the lighting and the camera. Nah, primarily at this point, I mean Spectacle.

I’ve now seen a good number of shows, in various formats, but none of them have been so energetic, alive, and overwhelming. The dancing is superb. I know for the filming they pulled out all the stops, with bigger leaps, more twirls, and a larger number of Newsies on stage, and let me tell you, IT WAS WORTH IT. A stage filled with forty or more singing, tap-dancing, leaping Newsies is a sight to behold.

I mean, there was this:

Originally posted by peregrintoook

This is Ryan Steele, as Specs, doing the full-out twirl. Our Specs was played by the amazing Jordan Samuels, but it’s a different cast member entirely who performs this move, and we get a sky high view of the spin, which I’m pretty sure is faster and longer, and the entire theater gasped and applauded.

There were hundreds and hundreds of flips, spins, cartwheels, splits, jumps, tricks, and moves I cannot name. There was tap dancing on tables. I HAVE NEVER SEEN A DANCING TROUPE OF THIS LEVEL OF EXCELLENCE IN SUCH AN EXTRAVAGANT SHOWING EVER.

Originally posted by pontmarius

The set and staging was absolutely dynamite, and it will never cease to astound me how theatrical productions can amass an entire world on a few hundred feet of stage.

Near the end of “Once and For All” the Newsies completely drop out on the vocals and then come roaring back in, and again, my entire theater gasped in awe and delight, and I was crying and covered in goosebumps.

As for Jack…

Originally posted by theatregraphics

Jeremy Jordan is the definitive Jack Kelly for me, okay?

Originally posted by coreymcott

If you’re a die hard Christian Bale or Corey Cott fan or anyone else, I’m sorry, but it’s true. There will never be another player who so fully encompasses that role for me. His Jack is so intense and passionate the. entire. time. Every single thing he says and does. The only moments we see him physically relax at all are when he’s with Crutchie (and we’re too busy crying to notice) or sharing the stage with Katherine.

And that brings me to Katherine Plumber. I was not especially anticipating her role, I have to admit. I love my Denton too much, and I was horribly concerned that the romantic angle between her and Jack would be too strong, taking away from the real love story of the play, that of this family whose name is Newsies. But I couldn’t be happier with her character and Kara Lindsay’s performance. She was amazing, and I could feel the rest of the audience connecting with her too. “Watch What Happens” is just one of her shining moments, and I am in love with her, and so happy of the way the writers brought her character in.

Originally posted by jginorton

It’s also beautiful to weave in the feminine vocals of Katherine with the only other female singing cast member, Medda Larkin (our very own being played by Aisha de Haas) in the middle of all those guys. Don’t get me wrong, because the Newsies chorus is the epitome of what makes the show so great, but having those softer moments and the gals singing brings enough of a change that it completely enlivens every other male vocal in the story.

Okay, enough being calm, rational, and technical for a minute. Let me “be real.”

I Am Not Okay. Not in this or any other universe will I ever be the same.

(The rest of this post is probably going to just be me screaming at random about different things.)

CRUTCHIE. HOLY COW. CRUTCHIE MY BABY. “Letter From the Refuge” absolutely killed me. THE FREAKIN ATTACK ON CRUTCHIE FREAKIN KILLED ME. Just him standing with Jack in the prologue with “Santa Fe.” THERE ARE NO GIFS FOR THIS. Andrew Keenan Bolger is of such high caliber, I can’t even begin to describe how much I love him in this role.



Little Les is amazing. Like, in the old movie, he wasn’t so much a character as a plot device. He was literally the little boy with the cute face who could sell the papes. In this, Les is the one who strikes up the deal with Jack, and Les is the one who shouts a message for Pulitzer as the guard closes the door in their faces. He is so precocious and adorable and perfect, and so much more a character in his own right, I am so pleased.


Originally posted by mrsanselelgort

HIS SINGING. HIS ACTING. HIS CHARACTER AND INTERACTIONS WITH JACK AND LES. The confrontation between him and Jack later on when Davey is trying to get Jack to rejoin the Strike, and he says “it’s not like anyone died” and Jack whirls on him in rage, because of what happened to Crutchie, who could very well die at that point. I COULDN’T HANDLE. And when Davey reminds him what they’re fighting for, and why they shouldn’t stop. PERFECT BOYS, PERFECT.

AND I ALMOST FORGOT RACETRACK LAJKDHF. Race is my favorite Newsie from the old movie, and I was not disappointed by him here. Benjamin Cook is an adorable angel and my favorite bit of him probably has to be when he is staring wide-eyed at Governor Roosevelt at the end, so happy and in awe. Unfortunately I can’t find any gifs of him either arg.

AND SPOT, HOW COULD I MISS SPOT CONLON Tommy Bracco’s performance left nothing to be desired, he was as spot-on as his character’s name. WE ARE BROOKLYN NEWSIES

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Oh, and then there was This:

Originally posted by winnifredfoster

I HATE/LOVE THIS PART OF THE STORY SO MUCH. When Pulitzer forces Jack’s hand, makes him face the Newsies and turn on them, in order to save them and save Crutchie and Davey and Les, but Pulitzer also gives him money to go to Santa Fe and that is all the Newsies ever see. LKDJFLHDHFAJDHFLA MY HEART HURTS

I love Jack Kelly more than Raoul or the Phantom, or Dimitri, or Valjean or Marius or Enjolras, or even arguably Fiyero. I feel every single beat of “Santa Fe” as it blooms and changes from dream to dust to dream.

I adore how the stage version plays up the affect the Newsies strike had on child laborers everywhere, how Jack proclaims it isn’t only Newsies’ rights they’re striking for.

The singing was absolutely flawless. Flawless I tell you.

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This is on par with the night I saw Wicked on tour. I will be buying the DVD. I will watch it at least once a year. I guess, if I wasn’t before, I’m a Fansie now.

So, yeah, to close: I don’t think I will ever find another thing on this earth that impacts every bit of my soul as much as musical theater does. That is a part of me I will never outgrow, and never give up. Doesn’t matter if I ever make it to see a show on Broadway, or if I ever get on behind the scenes at a theater company. This is me.

This is an experience I want to relive every day for as many days as I have. I laughed, I cried, I came home to my roomies in such a state of embarrassed, blissful exhilaration you’d think I just came home from my first date with the love of my life - which is a completely accurate comparison.

I cried so much, I laughed so hard. #NewsiesForever and all that. There is so much more I could say, so much I feel like I am completely leaving out. But truthfully, when it comes right down to it, there are no words in the human language to describe this experience and how thrilled I am that I was able to go, that I live in the same universe as this caliber of artistry and storytelling. This phenomenon is beyond anything I can say, so I’ll stop trying. ;)

I hope that answers anyone’s questions to whether or not I enjoyed Newsies Live.

Originally posted by pontmarius

anonymous asked:

Heeyyyy i have a request :) yoosung, jumin and seven's reaction to a feminist mc

Feminist:advocating social, political, legal, and economic rights for women equal to those of men.

  • Yoosung and you were on the mall and when you got close to the video game store…well,maybe Yoosung got a tiny bit excited when he saw a discount for some games that he wanted and a figurine of some character  form LOLOL(since he is a broke college student he really gets excited with sales)
  • “OMG,Mc I have to run” Yoosung said
  • “What? we are about 10 meters from the store (that is close)”
  • “But Mc!”
  • “Ok but you run I will catch you there…” you haven´t finish you´re sentences when yo saw you boyfriend ruining like a little kid.
  • But when you got there you saw two teenagers boys harassing a little girl and your boyfriend on the other corner of the store taking some games and admiring the figurine like it was the most precious thing (most like if seven had the last bag of HBC in the world)
  • When you look again to the two teenagers boys harassing a little girl you come close to see what was going.
  • “Leave me alone,please” says the little girl with a very furious face.
  • “You are the one that has to go” says teenager no.1
  • “Yeah go to the make up store”says teenager no.2 pointing with his finger the exit.
  • “I don´t like the make up.I´m just her to buy a the new game,can you please get out of my way so I can buy it and go away from your stupid faces” the little girl says that and then she tries to walk to the stand of a shooter game.
  • “I think you want the sims 4,this is for girls” says teenager no.2 
  • “A girl can´t play Call of duty”says teenager no.1
  • “EXCUSE ME?” You said more louder than you thought and Yoosung notice that right away
  • “Sorry but I don´t think that.I don´t think that your reproductive system defines what type of game you can play.” when you finish your sentences you see the little girl putting her head down and hiding her face with her bangs so you put your hand over her head and than you say “can you please stop your comments,boys and girls have the same right to chose what they like…You will learned that one day”
  • The teenagers just go with a”tsk”
  • The girl say a thank you with tears in her eyes “I didn´t know how much I could hold the strong appearance” she cleans her tears “I was so afraid”
  • You hug the little girl and than you say “You are strong.Don´t let people define who you are. Ok?”
  • The little girl nob 
  • “Mc” Yoosung says.
  • “do you think the same thing that those teenagers said?”
  • “Of course not.” he was so proud that you fight for the equal rights.
  • “I´m Mc and he is my boyfriend Yoosung” than you whisper “ he is obsess with LOLOL” .
  • Yoosung waves with one hand and the other hand is in he´s pocket.
  • “I love LOLOL too,my name is…”

Inspired on this video 


  • One day after a long day of working Jumin came to the penthouse and when he didn´t saw you in the penthouse (he search all over the place) HE LITERALLY freaked out  and said “It´s past 11 o´clock and she is not her.WHERE IS SHE?”  
  • Called the near bodyguard “You” said it like Satan the poor bodyguard almost pee on him self.”Where is mc?”
  • “Sir I think she..” the bodyguard was interrupted by Jumin “where are the other bodyguards?”
  • “Sir…I think you have to read Mc´s…I mean Mrs.Han note that she left”
  • “I haven´t seen any note…wait…here is”
  • The note said “Honey,I will go to women´s march (is a fictional march) so please don´t worry.”
  • He intermediately called you but you didn´t answer.
  • “Mr.Han don´t worry she is with some bodyguards that wanted to join to the march and some other people from the building.I had to stay because Mc…Mrs.Han said that someone had to calmed you down”
  • “where is she?” Jumin said furious 
  • 1 hour later you came and when you opened the door you saw Jumin in the couch with his cellphone on his ear “Oh! She just came,sorry for interrupting on your dinner…agent” 
  • “Hi,honey” you said as Jumin was walking towards you
  • He hugged you and said “I was so worry.Please the next time take me with you.” then he when he stop hugging you and took a step back “the bodyguard that you left told me how you feel about the feminism and what is all about”
  • “do you agree?” you say
  • “Mc,I think that is crucial to give the same rights” Jumin said and hugged you again “but I´m worry that something will happened to you on one of those march or someone harms you because of  a difference,so please bring me with you (and the bodyguards)”
  • From C&R was participating on Pro feminism events.

I owe you anon the seven´s reaction.I will do it but I have no fucking clue of what to do with out repeating.But I will do it.

Remember that we all are living being[humans and other animals(we are animals too)]Living in this planet and you need to respect everyone, IT DOES´T  MATTER THE GENDER when it comes to the respect and rights.

Do not confuse Feminist  with Feminazi. IDK why people confuse them.

Special Agent 606, Out.If you want to request here are the rules: HERE/Matchups: Here /Masterlist: Here

SLAVE [SLAVE] Translation

(Disclaimer: I don’t know the name of all of these new character’s, and because I can’t really know whose voice is which, often I just put ‘BOY’) 

SANA: Hello?


BOY: Throw! Come on, throw!

BOYS: Ohhh!

BOY: I told you so!

BOY: It’s bad–

BOY: There’s no point in trying

BOY: Okay, let him try one more time

BOY: Let Yousef take it!

BOY: No, Yousef?

BOYS: Yeah, take it Yousef!

BOY: Chill out, guys

BOY: No, it’s my turn

BOY: Hey, stop that

BOY: One… two… three…

BOY: He’s gonna miss again. He has tried ten times, he still can’t do it.

YOUSEF: Shhh, shhhh

BOY: It’s the next one, it’s the next one

YOUSEF: Let me hear

BOY: Throw it, then!

YOUSEF: Chill, guys

BOY: Ahhhh, that’s what I said!

BOY: It was close, it was close

BOY: You suck

SANA: What’s going on here?

BOY: Come on, let’s get Sana to try it!

BOY: She’s gonna do it, she’s gonna do it!

BOY: Because she’s actually good at basket. Because unlike certain other people here, she can actually throw.

ELIAS [SANA’S BROTHER]: Because she has learnt it from me!

SANA: What are you talking about ‘learnt it from you’? Even MUM is better at basket than you are!

BOYS: Ohhh, that one hurts! That hurts!

ELIAS: If you can do it, I’ll be your slave for a whole week.

BOY: Man, don’t do it!

ELIAS: I’m confident!

SANA: Drive me around wherever I want…? Clean my room…?

ELIAS: Whatever you want. The whole package.

SANA: Swear.

ELIAS: All these guys are witnesses

BOYS: No, no, no, no.

ELIAS: It’s okay. Chill, I got this, I got this

SANA: What do I have to do?

BOY: You gotta throw this through that lamp screen, just as Snoop Dogg sings: “Smoke weed every day”

SANA: That’s it?

ELIAS: “That’s it?”

ELIAS: But if you miss, you’ll be my slave for a whole week.

SANA: That was not a part of the deal.

ELIAS: Yeah, well, since you’re saying “that’s it”… What, are you afraid you’ll fail?

BOY: She can do it…

ELIAS: You’re so confident. Come on.

SANA: Give me the ball.

BOY: Here you go.

BOY [TO ELIAS]: You’re gonna regret this…

ELIAS: I’ve got this!

BOY: Put on the music!

BOY: Can’t wait to see Elias cry! Poor guy, poor guy.

BOYS: She can do it, she can do it! I believe in her!

ELIAS: I’m never wrong, I’m never wrong. Pay attention to this.

ELIAS: Haaah! I thought so, I thought so!

BOY: Way too early!

ELIAS: Now, can you please make us some tea?

SANA: I’m not all your friends’ slave.

ELIAS: Yeah, but they’re my guests.

ELIAS: Thank you, slave woman!

ELIAS: That came out wrong. Sorry. Chill. That was a really shitty thing of me to say.

BOYS: Hey, watch what you say to your sister! She’s your sister, bro!

ELIAS: Stop meddling, relax


political talk show au, the thrilling conclusion.

Here is the whole story from the beginning.

This is 4.5 K. Also it is still liberal-leaning and anti-Trump. No Hillary angst in this one tho.

Dear lord, what have I become.


The name sounds, like a thunderclap, in Jack’s head.

It wasn’t a moment ago the name was a question. A doubt, even. Does Bits even exist? Bitty certainly does. Bitty is the name of the screener for Jack’s favorite radio show, his companion through the morning for a year and change now. Bitty is unfailingly pleasant, unerringly professional, and untouchable. He handles callers with a lilt, a friendly word, and a toss off onto the airwaves. Jack made his acquaintance several months back, and he’s enjoyed their every interaction.

But Bits. Now, that’s someone Jack isn’t sure he hasn’t conjured up in his head.

Bits exists in the soft cluck of Bitty’s tongue, the hitch of breath between words. The pause before he intones Jack’s name, leaning on the “a” like it’s a cushion. Bits is the person Jack imagines Bitty to be, behind the phones. He’s a friend, a confidant. A ray of light in Jack’s life. And in Jack’s mind, Bits is just a little more friendly with him with all his other callers. Maybe he even feels something at the sound of Jack’s voice, the way Jack does at every musical “Hallo!”

Jack has come here today half-terrified that he’d discover Bits doesn’t exist at all. That Bitty, as competent and admirable as he is, is all there is, and whatever relationship  he’d imagined they’d been nurturing has been a figment of his imagination this whole time.

Now Bitty comes into focus like a blue sky when the clouds have parted. He wasn’t there, and suddenly he is; he must have been in the room before, but it’s only now that Jack’s eyes land on him and recognize.

But when their eyes meet, and Bitty’s brown eyes widen and then dance, Jack knows Bits is real.

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anonymous asked:

How would Mei, Tracer, McCree, and Hanzo's react be to a s/o who is really good with kids? Like, the little rugrats just gravitate towards this human nexus of FUN and security, it's unreal "pls we are on a mission" "I WILL PROTECT THEM and also buy ice cream (ง’̀-‘́)ง." Who do you think would seriously entertain the thought of having children after spending time watching their partner babysit like a champ? Gotta get them parental feels going!! ໒( ◔ ▽ ◔ )७

Anonymous said to luvleekaotix-imagines:

Can I get a imagine with a chubby,caring s/o who would risk there life for the people they love and people think they are a push over but turns they are a complete badass I’ll let you pick the people

Anonymous said to luvleekaotix-imagines:

*quietly wanders in* Really Love your ashes fic omggg And was wondering if your RQs are open? If so maybe a lil Reaper with a Chubby S/O who can still kick butt? Idk! IF YOUR NOT OPEN TO RQS ITS FINE  *Backflips out the window* BYE AND BTW LOVE YOU

crookedwiings said to luvleekaotix-imagines:

Love your X readers KC! Your the blog that totally got me into the OW x reader scene thanks. Anyways by chance would you mind doing a Reaper X smol f!reader of a redemption AU for him? I always wanted to play at the Idea but im not good with fics


Haha my inbox is always open for requests! My only conditions are that you be very patient with me and that I currently don’t do NSFW fics (I can do NSFW HC’s though <3).

ORITE. DIS BE FUN. I GOT IT. I’ll add headcanons on how characters react underneath, but this is the scenario:

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NAME OF YOUR MUSE: BORN DIOSA LUCREZIA ROBERTS and given up for adoption right after that , becoming DIOSA LUCREZIA ROMANOVA , after turning graduating she legally changed her name , becoming DIOSA LUCREZIA DE LA CRUZ .


i’m really attached to the look she had when she played kara p/alamas for like. 5 minutes. idk why i jus really like it


there is not one thing i haven’t told somebody at some point so i ain’t got no secrets thoughts…it’s all out there UHHHHHHH but i guess for the sake of public ease bc it’s easy to miss

1.) her birth father rust roberts shot her twice point blank during a training session bc he’s also evil but he also thought it would build character … like around 16 or smth she met up wit her birth family and like. yeah

2.) she murdered her birth brother , matthew roberts , who was older than her and inadvertently responsible for her being given up for adoption bc like. rust didn’t need a daughter … he only wanted a son and he already had one. matthew has been dead for like. 6 years.  she also killed him out of spite bc her birth father shot her and like. rust loooooooooved matthew that was his prodigal son so that rocked his world and diosa is going to murder rust one of these days.

3. OKAY BONUS: she’s been possessed before and she aint like that shit at all she has scars on her thighs from stabbing her damn self


1. diosa likes to study …. like she loves learning new things ? she soaks up information like a sponge ! she focuses a lot on sociology and psychology though because her father is a psychiatrist and she’s learned a lot of good and bad from him and she enjoys that

2. honestly ? diosa enjoys keeping her skills On Top …. she didn’t get to where she is by luck ….. that’s straight up hard work and determination and hours upon hours upon blood and sweat and injury ! she doesn’t care for guns all that much but she spends a lot of time at the gun range … she’s a good shot . um. she absolutely spends time sparring and fighting with other hunters: hyacinth , rori , isaac …. she also fights gale and noel and kade which is a lot more difficult bc gale and noel are Elder Eldritch Gods and skills or not that’s still gonna be a challenge. kade is jus difficult cause he’s a cheater. 

3. gardening…level with me i know that sounds fake but diosa really likes flowers


i would need to like. @ myself a million different times because a lot of the ppl she does like and love are ppl i made up and jus don’t write anywhere but like. 

1. hyacinth blood , rori smith , isaac st james , like those are npcs they are hunters as well if anyone is interested in that hmu even tho i said i wouldn’t say that bc that’s always a bad time however.   OH…. gale reilly / noel reilly / kade reilly … but i write all of them here so it’s real. any of my ocs ? all know each other jus know det.

2. @abyssalgoddess : indra carmine / nemesis / stefan greene / anita romanova / mikhail romanov / luca romanov / immanuel romanov / siobhan romanova / declan moretti / demeter reilly / wanda azim / garrett carmine / nico reilly  / hyacinth blood…… any of the romanov/a last names are her family !  she went to college with stefan they always fight and she’s shot them and stabbed them and everything else also. theyre both lawyers and eventually in the futue she goes to work at their firm i think , sometimes she’s married to declan and sometimes not

3. @windblowns : teddy banks her mysterious uncle , fairuza … thas her gf but not her gf but theyre gay know that please

4. @cowboyhct : marcus tiller … thas her best friend GO best friend ! ; @decentsoul , her other best friend … cannot have marcus without benny and vice versa get with it please

5. @gunjumped : dixon rogers , that’s a wild time don’t ask me what’s goin on but they’re out there faking a relationship for work , harlow thompson , di’s stowin’ this guy away they jus be hanging get back to me she thinks he’s cute tho and he can also tell her abt a different universe , imogen sutton …. gen thinks di is hardcore and di thinks gen is cute i love it

6. @damnmechanic  @likeatlas @madetoopretty @culebraqueen  : diosa is dating raven and ana and carlos and kisa and bellamy so jus jot that down that’s it everyone

7. @kiyote : mateo cruz … they fightin a lil rn but thas ride or die

8. diosa actually loves and likes more than 7 people and i couldn’t exclude @dimensionspun / @exulantis … bye ? diosa loves milene she’s sweet and nice and watches out for her + lets her play with berry ( a cat ) and rafi and diosa put hexes on ppl so like. HELLO

9. @diktown@strifification​ + fm n ling i caint rmr the urls forgive me …. anyway bye diosa is always doing bad shit around all of them and ukw? they enable her !!!!!!!!!! i didn’t tag judas bc i gotta tag him at the bottom but like. him too. she jus bothers him 

10. @archivedgod , @deadpanisms : hades , abel ludwig … theyre all a bunch of eldritch freaks so like what else

11. @wulflune : merilee stone … theyre gay

12. @dirtypaw​ : shilah ! theyre good pals everyone


SIKE NOTHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


not to be lame but nothing genuinely but small spaces annoy her

tagged by @judaswasaliar

“What if MC was a youtuber?”


  • You are a youtuber that did challenges (You know the ones i’m talking about)
  • Honestly didn’t realize that your job was making videos until he saw a video on youtube that you did a few days (while at his place)
  • He then discovered your whole channel and oh boi
  • Not only was he in fits of laughter from your comments and jokes
  • But a while back you talked about your favorite movies in a video
  • And out of the ten, three where movies he’s been the lead role in
  • Once you get home from something (shopping? A walk? Idk you chose)
  • You find zen laughing at your videos
  • Nooo
  • Nooooooooooo how’d he find those
  • “MC! I didn’t know you were so funny!”
  • Insists on being in one of your videos
  • One time you did his make up for a challenge
  • “Zen….you look better than I do”
  • He totally supports the youtube thing
  • And anytime you need a partner/friend for a challenge
  • You can bet your ass he’ll be willing to do it
  • Also your fans are really confused because like


  • You are a gaming youtuber
  • He actually watched your videos
  • Somehow this boy didn’t realize it was you
  • Until he heard you recording a video
  • You were playing some horror game for your channel when a jump scare happened causing your character to die
  • He peered into the room to see what was going on
  • (he accidently go into camera view)
  • Yoosung knew that you played games
  • He also knew you swore like a sailor while playing said games
  • So he didn’t think anything of it
  • But a fews hours later
  • The video was uploaded
  • And he was watching your video when he saw himself???? In the camera????
  • WAIT MC YOU’RE *interest channel name here* !!!!!????”
  • ‘Yea…i thought you knew?’
  • “NO!!!!”
  • Oh boi what are you going to with this child
  • He’s your number one fan
  • Really loves to brag to his LOLOL friends about you
  • And when you ask for him to be in a video with you
  • !!!!!!!! he is ALL over that
  • But he’s really nervous /What if he fucks up?/
  • Your fans absolutely adore him


  • You are a vlogger
  • But you’re fans do get to see her and they like her
  • She didn’t understand what you meant by
  • You ‘document your life everyday’
  • But once you moved in with her and started vlogging
  • She was even more confused
  • You would walk around talking to a camera sometimes
  • “MC…? What are you doing…?”
  • ‘Oh sorry Jaehee! This is just something i do’
  • You respect her privacy and when she doesn’t want to be on camera
  • There is fanart of you and Jaehee because so many of your fans ship it


  • You were a youtuber that made videos whenever you had an idea or whenever you wanted to tell your fans a story (Kinda like Dan and Phil)
  • Jumin got home….earlier than expected
  • As you were filming a video telling a funny story from your past.
  • You were using the living room to film
  • As you started to explain your story
  • Jumin opened the door
  • You didn’t notice
  • He didn’t want to disturb you
  • So he listened
  • Once you got to the funniest part of your story
  • He made a small laugh
  • “J U M I N  WHAT THE…!”
  • You just realized he was there
  • “MC, I enjoyed the story..but who are you talking to?”
  • This fucking guy
  • You turned off the camera
  • And did your best to explain youtube to jumin
  • He didn’t really understand it
  • But he supported it
  • And if you ever did a tour
  • He’d be more then happy to travel places with you
  • Your fans didn’t really realize that you were dating the rich Jumin han
  • Till the tour
  • Your fans didn’t really know how to feel
  • But soon accepted him
  • After you told stories about jumin

Saeyoung(707): (this one is for vine. Rip 2k16)

  • You were a viner but you also made stupid/fun skits on youtube
  • And since your boyfriend Saeyoung was ‘trapped’ in his room all day
  • You took it as a day for yourself and began to plan some skits
  • All was well
  • You were in a costume that you found online
  • Super ready to film this, it was your best idea yet
  • You were going to film a short skit about Christmas
  • You had already filmed the part out of the costume
  • So now phone in hand and reindeer costume on
  • You say your line
  • Then you hear a burst of laughter
  • It was Saeyoung
  • He had left his room for once because he ran out of snacks
  • But now he was trying to breathe because of how much he was laughing
  • After he had calmed down, and you had gotten out of that weird costume
  • You told him about your vine account and youtube channel
  • He knew
  • Of course he knew (that little shit)
  • He always laughed at how creative and funny you were
  • He started to help you do videos and skits (so you didn’t have to do them alone rip)
  • Also refuses to let any hate show up in your comments
  • Your fans thinks he’s just as funny as you are


  • You filmed creative and inspiring videos
  • You had this aura of positivity
  • So you started filming inspirational things to help spread that positivity
  • V had found your channel through a fellow photographer friend of his
  • His sight was bad, but not gone.
  • Still it was hard to realize it was you
  • Once he heard you voice while watching it
  • And the wonderful words you spoke
  • He teared up
  • You were so amazing….did he deserve you? 
  • You came home to see him tearing up looking at a screen
  • “V? Oh my god are you oka-…is that my video?”
  • He explained that his friend sent it to him
  • and he started to explain why he thought he didn’t deserve you
  • A lot of hugging and forehead kisses from you
  • And now whenever he was feeling down, he’d listen to your words of inspiration.
  • The fans don’t know about him, but you have mentioned that you’re dating a famous photographer

Saeran (Unkown):

  • Your channel was a clusterfuck of whatever you wanted it to be
  • From pranks, to music covers, to ranting about this or that, to stories from your life
  • But you were actually really popular somehow??
  • And the day that Saeran and you went for a walk to get ice cream, was the same day a bunch of your fans made a meetup… that same park
  • You had thought it was the next week
  • As you and your edgy bf walked around the park
  • You heard screams, a lot of screams
  • It was your fans noticing that you had actually shown up
  • Saeran was actually afraid (Who wouldn’t be with a bunch of people running in your direction screaming)
  • You stayed for a little bit, saying hi to everyone and getting pictures. All that jazz
  • Once you noticed that saeran was hella uncomfortable
  • You apologized to everyone, and said you had to leave, but still to have fun and make friends
  • You walked up to saeran and he pretty much ran out of there, with you behind him
  • Poor boy was shook
  • You explained that you did youtube and what it was
  • He was confused
  • Once you got home you showed him your channel
  • He didn’t know what to think about it
  • But you were pretty funny (Not like he’d ever admit that to you)
  • Once he saw how creative you were with pranks he came up with an idea to prank Saeyoung
  • And to this day, the video of you pranking saeyoung for a week straight, non stop pranks, but nothing on Sunday just to see how on edge he was. Is still number one most popular
  • Your fans love saeran, they think he’s edgy as fuck, and some of them are afraid of him.
  • But they love him
24 + 1 Last Dance Omake # 2 - English Translation - SPOILERS!

The first 24 + 1 Last Dance omake was the one dealing with Little Gil, Vince, and Elliot. This is the next one. The full translation + pictures are below the Read More due to spoilers and such. Enjoy! :D

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Fast - Brett Talbot smut

-Hey anon, I wasn’t sure if you meant as in using a safe word or something, but I hope this is okay :)

Request: Brett Talbot smut where he gets a little too rough? Thx😀

Warning: rough smut? Also, quite short in comparison to my usual

You’re a student of BHHS just in case (no reason, I just obviously know more about Beacon Hills High, so I’m going to write about what I know,I felt more comfortable)


Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills had another scrimmage tonight. You were kind of dreading it, since you wanted to support your school, but at the same time, your boyfriend was on the opposing team, and you wanted to support him. You were always there at his matches, despite if you had to travel a long while. You promised him and you were most definitely not about to break a promise.

With the cheers for Beacon Hills sounding around you, you kept whispering for Brett, telling him he was doing great and that he was going to make the shot.

It wasn’t working.

Devenford was losing, and Brett looked fed up with it all, about to give up for the first time ever. You told your friends you’d be back before making your way down to the bottom of the seats and stood next to the Cyclones’ bench. Brett spotted you there when he ran past and you sent him an encouraging smile. He just nodded before making a shot, pulling his team up to equal scores. He ran over as everyone celebrated.

“Everything okay?” he asked you.

“I’m fine, but you don’t look like it,” you told him.

“Just annoyed,” he shrugged, looking over to the captain of your school’s team.

His name was called and he turned, waving his hand to say he would be there for a second, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him closer so you could whisper and not to have to shout for everyone else to hear. “If you win, I’m up for anything,” you told him quietly and he pulled away smirking before nodding and rushing off to his spot.

They won. So of course, you knew you were in for something different… But what, you had no clue. Yet.

“Meet me in the locker room in twenty minutes,” Brett told you as they ran off and you nodded, going to sit with your friends on the top row, summing up the match in your own words. They commented on your conversation with Brett, but they hadn’t heard anything, of course. You told them you’d drive yourself home before walking towards the locker room, opening the door quietly and slowly, but finding it empty, except for the running of the shower. You walked in and closed the door after you, walking further into the room which only confirmed that there was no soul in sight.

“Brett?” You asked, slipping your bag onto the bench and slipping your hands into your pockets as you wandered over to the showers, the only source of sound. “You in here?” you asked again and suddenly, his head slid out from behind the wall separating the showers from the rest of the changing room and he waved you over with a smile. “What-“

“You might want to take your jacket off. And just undress in general,” he told you before going back under the flow of the water.

“This is the thing you wanted to-“

“You said anything!” he replied and his head popped out again. “And you might want to lock the door as well,” he said, but this time, he didn’t go back as fast since you were now in only jeans, your shoes, jacket and shirt on the bench by his bag before you threw him a questioning look and went over to the door, locking it from the inside before you unzipped your jeans and pushed them out, thinking to leave your underwear on as you walked over to the showers and he turned his torso to look over his shoulder once he heard you approaching. He smirked slightly before indicated for you to take the last two pieces off, so you did so, slowly and a little unsure.

“Are you sure?” you asked quietly, undoing the clasp of your bra.

“Trust me, you’re beautiful,” he smiled softly as you slipped the straps down your arms and then let them fall before you threw the garment onto the rest of your stuff by his bag. You saw him watch you out of the corner of your eyes before you pushed the last piece of clothing down your legs and then also threw that over, quickly taking a few steps closer to him as to try and hide yourself as much as you could. “Don’t hide,” he smiled, winding an arm around your waist and pushing you away just slightly so he could take a better look at you.


“Are you okay?” he asked and you thought about it, but then you realised something.

He was in the same position as you. Revealed, in the open. And yes, you most certainly liked the view you were given…

“I’m fine,” you smiled, finally more comfortable with the surroundings and his movements and lightest of touches across your bare skin. “You were great,” you told him, your arms finding their way around his neck as you slipped a hand into his hair, playing with it while he just looked at you, eyes locked.

“I had help,” he smirked before his lips touched your neck and he took a deep breath in, making you shiver though only slightly. “To know that you were out there, trying your best to cheer me on,” he stopped and quickly tightened his hold on your waist, your body slamming into his, your head now just out of the way of the water as his head was still at your neck. Your hair was still up in a ponytail like it had been for the game, which gave him lots of space.

“Would you-“

“Don’t be impatient,” he chuckled and then his lips attached to your skin, sucking at the surface while your eyes closed, your body melting into his, hands behind his neck and once he found your most sensitive spot on your neck, you hands tugged at his hair, needing to do something.

With just a few minutes in the shower, and already you felt weak in his arms, not knowing what to do with yourself as his hands glided over each of your insecurities and proud spots, soft and light, but then massaging your skin once he reached your hips, pulling you into him, feeling his skin against yours. It was then when you couldn’t keep anything inside and breaths turned into whimpers, groans and general sounds of content. He placed his lips on yours, pushing against them, hard, tongues meshing together, his winning the short fight for dominance, groans also leaving his mouth once you felt his hands glide a little lower down, pushing you as close as possible, nothing being hidden form you.

You didn’t even realise when you were filled, but the loud, desperate moan that left your lips, sliding into his mouth was definitely not missed by him as his hips started to move. His hands were touching every part of you, the water washing any slight pain away as you kept tugging at his hair, both of your breaths mingling and becoming heavier. Your hands soon left the back of his head and he had pulled you up and around his waist, your ankles locking behind his back, the angle causing more pressure to build up faster in your stomach, your nails digging into his back while he pressed yours against the tiled wall.

Your names echoed in the big room, rivalling with the sound of the water rushing, just like Brett was, and just like the pleasure tried to find the end. Swearwords soon were also leaving both of your lips, groans emitted as he chased the release, pulling out just a second before he did, seconds after you had find yours.

The two of you stood under the sower, your hands pressing his forehead to yours as you both panted, breaths mingling with the steam around you.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do that,” he breathed out, though you could hardly hear him over the water. He opened his eyes and you spotted glowing gold taking the place of the usual colour of his iris before he closed them again, swallowed, and then opened them again to be back to normal. “I still do,” he added, making you smile, which only played with him more.

“You may have to wait until we get home,” you told him, locking eyes for a second before you pulled away and picked up his towel for the hanger, winding it around yourself, hearing the shower shut off and then the light padding of his feet walking over to you.

“May not make it,” he told you, his arms locking you in, holding the towel closed over you.


- So short, omf, and also, I’m sorry it was not really rough or anything. I suck at rough smut… I feel like I may be okay with like Void!Stiles or maybe Theo (I haven’t even caught up with season 5 but gifs, sooooo manyyyyyy giiiiiiffffffsss) or some other villainy type character but idk guys I’m sorry -


Kent Phone

“Hey, Kent. This is, uh, Jack. I just wanted to call and say…I’m sorry. I know this is about four years overdue. I’m sorry about that, too. I guess—I guess I needed to be happy myself to get to this point. That’s not an excuse, just…an explanation, maybe. And Bits—ah, Bittle, makes me happy. Anyways. Call me back if you want to, Bittle thinks it would be nice to get together. [Pause]. I think it would be nice, too. I miss you, Kenny. But you don’t have to call back if you don’t want to, or if you can’t. There’s nothing else you need to say. I know I’ve made you say sorry more times than you should’ve.”

The voicemail ends, and Kent stares at the screen for longer than he should.

How many times did he say the same exact words to Jack—"I miss you, I’m sorry,“—only to have them thrown back in his face with silence as the lone answer to his sincerity.

Jack is right. Kent doesn’t owe him anything, not even a call back.

Instead, he scrolls down on the screen a little and calls Juan.

Juan picks up with a “Bueno?” and Kent says, “Hey Juan, how’s it going? Everything cool with my favorite cousin?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard,” Juan says, his voice a mixture of bitter and amused. His tone is always like that—Kent worries about the day Juan loses his sense of humor. He’s been through too much to survive without it. “Can’t call me Juan anymore. The hockey team’s decided my new name is Whiskey.”

Kent wrinkles his nose. As far as nicknames go, he’s heard worse, but— “How’d they get Whiskey from Juan?”

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Team Arrow (Supernatural X The Arrow Crossover)

Warnings: None I believe
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sister Winchester!Reader, Oliver & Thea Queen, John Diggle, Felicity Smoke
Summary: You get taken by a demon and The Arrow finds you
Readers Age: 5/6 ish
Word Count: 1683

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: AYE LOOK AT ME I POSTED SOMETHIN! Anyway, this takes place around season 4 of Arrow! And if this sucks I’m sorry I’m getting back into the swing of writing. I ALSO TOOK LIKE 10 MINS TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO NAME THIS SO BAM IDK IF I EVEN LIKE IT BUT OH WHALE! Enjoy!

It started out as a normal day. Dean got you up and dressed, Sam made breakfast, and Uncle Cas was just hanging out.

“Sammy?” You looked up at your brother. Sam didn’t look away from his laptop, but gave you a simple hum. “Who’s The Arrow?” You asked.

Sam’s head shot towards you. How did you even know about The Arrow? “Why do you ask?” Sam avoided the question.

“Because I’ve heard you guys talk about The Arrow and Oliver Queen… Is Oliver Queen The Arrow?” You gave Sam your best puppy dog eyes to make him tell you.

“Uh… No. He’s not.” Sam hated lying to you, but it wasn’t his secret to tell. You sighed and hopped off your chair.

You wandered around the halls until you heard Dean’s voice call for you. You yelled a quick “Coming!” and raced to the source of his voice.

You ran into the War Room and saw Dean ready to leave. “Hey, Chipmunk. You wanna come to the store with me? You’ve been cooped up in the bunker for a few days.” You nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, go get your shoes on and grab a jacket,” Dean instructed. You did exactly what he had said as fast as your little legs could go.

Dean and you got to the store in less than twenty minutes. It was a small town store that even had a play area inside! You held Dean’s hand as he walked around, but once you caught sight of the play area, you begged Dean to go play in it. Dean was hesitant, but allowed you to go while he was finished with groceries.

You were stacking blocks, driving toy cars, and drawing on the chalk board until a tall woman approached. She might not have been more than five foot, but she looked very tall to you.

“What’s a small thing like you doing all alone? Did someone abandon you?” She tried sounding sincere but you could see right through it.

“No. I’m here with my brother,” You replied, simply, but very bluntly.

The woman smiled, “I know.” Before you could react, the woman placed a hand on your shoulder and you were in a completely different place.

You called for Dean but he was nowhere to be seen. You started crying as the woman laughed. Fear spread all across your face as your body started shaking. The woman forced you into a chair and tied you down. Your natural instinct, being to fight, didn’t let you cooperate, causing the woman to slap you. You yelled and yelled for one of your big brothers to save you, you even prayed for Uncle Cas.

…Dean’s POV…

Dean turned out of the isle and looked towards the play area. When he didn’t see you he remained calm, “Maybe she’s hiding,” Dean thought. You always did like Hide ‘N Go Seek.

Dean looked around for a moment before he started panicking. “Y/N!” Dean called, fear laced in his voice. He ran up to the register and asked the clerk if he’d seen a small girl.

“I saw a lady go up to her, maybe, ten minutes ago. One moment, they were there, but the next they were both just gone!” The clerk informed Dean.

Dean stared at the man for a moment. “And you didn’t think that was worth saying anything? A woman walks up to a girl and they just disappear and you think that’s normal?” Dean didn’t let the clerk answer, he just walked away, worry in each step, to call Sam and tell him that he lost you.

…Your POV…

You were still crying. You lost all hope. You didn’t know how long you’d been there. The woman, who you learned her name is Jackie, tried getting information out of you. But she didn’t really think about the fact that you’re five. You had no idea about what your brothers do.

“I don’t know why I’m wasting my time on you,” Jackie said, walking away. She opened her mouth to talk again but was interrupted by a deep voice.

“Step away from the girl,” The low voice demanded. You and Jackie both looked up and saw a man in a green outfit and holding a bow and arrow. The Arrow.

Jackie laughed, “And what are you going to do about it?”

The Arrow jumped down and shot Jackie’s shoulder with an arrow. She just stood there and took it. “That tickled,” she smiled. The Arrow straightened out, realizing what he’s dealing with.

You decided to just close your eyes and hope for the best, this was all just too much for you.

Before you knew it, it was over. You didn’t hear any grunting or screaming. Just silence. You peaked one of your eyes open and saw The Arrow still standing, he noticed you looking at him and slowly walked over to you. He crouched down to your level and began untying you.

You stared at him until he broke the silence, “Are you okay?” His voice wasn’t that deep anymore, it was his normal voice. You nodded slowly. “Good. What’s your name?” The Arrow questioned, as he untied your last restraint.

“Y/N,” you said quietly.

“Y/N? Y/N Winchester?” The Arrow looked at you. You nodded, confirming his suspicion. “Alright, Y/N. Do you know who I am?”

You giggled, “You’re The Arrow. Or Oliver Queen.” You saw his eyes widen.

“How do you-did your brothers tell you?” Oliver asked.

“No,” you replied. Oliver chuckled and picked you up, placing you on his hip.

“Okay then. I’m gonna take you somewhere safe.”

Oliver took you to an underground lair. He let you walk around to help get your mind off of what just happened to you.

…Oliver’s POV…

“Felicity. I need you to see if you can reach Sam and Dean Winchester,” Oliver said.

“Do you know her?” Felicity ignored Oliver’s order.

Oliver placed his hands on his hips. “Yeah.. Well, I know her brothers, Sam and Dean. I lost contact with them some odd years ago.”

“Oliver,” Digs came into the room, “why is there a little girl walking around down here?”

Oliver opened his mouth to respond but Felicity spoke first, “Apparently she’s the little sister of some guys Oliver used to know and she just happened to get kidnapped by what did you say it was? Right. A demon. It brought her to Star City and I think you can piece together the rest.. Unless you can’t. Then ask Oliver, unless he’s busy. Then I’ll explain-”

“Can you just try to find her brothers?” Oliver smirked at Felicity in amusement, cutting her off, respectively before walking over to you.

… Your POV…

“Y/N?” Oliver called. You walked over to him as he knelt down to be eye level with you. “What happened to your brothers?”

You took a deep breath and began telling him the story, sometimes going into too much detail.

Once you finished the story, Oliver nodded, “Digs, do you know where Thea is?” Oliver stood up.

“Right here.” Thea entered the room, looking around. “Felicity told me what happened. Where is she?” She immediately asked. Oliver pointed towards you.

“Felicity, any luck finding her brothers?” Oliver asked.

“If you stop asking me that maybe I can make some progress. They know how to cover their tracks,” Felicity snapped.

“They’re in Kansas,” you chimed in. Everyone turned towards you.

“How could we ignore our biggest clue? Y/N,” Felicity added, typing away. “Got them!”

“Can you give me a number?” Oliver asked, leaning over Felicity’s shoulder.

She sighed, “I got somewhat of a location, but no number.”

“I know their number. They made me memorize it,” you chimed in once again. They should really learn to just ask you.

You gave Oliver their numbers and he called Dean. “Dean? Hey, it’s Oliver. Oliver Queen.” There was a pause. “Yeah, I know it’s not a good time but I thought you would want to know I have someone who wants to talk to you.” Oliver handed you the phone.

“De?” You spoke sweetly.

“Y/N? Where are you? Are you okay? Why are you with Oliver?” You could hear Sam and Uncle Cas in the background.

“I’m okay.” You could hear Dean sigh in relief. Oliver held out his hand and you gave him back the phone.

“Yeah. She’s fine, a demon got her and brought her to Star City.” More Silence. “Yeah, okay. See you then.” Oliver hung up. “So, your brothers are on their way,” He said with a smile.

You ran over to him and wrapped your tiny arms around his legs. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

Oliver chuckled and picked you up to give you a proper hug. “No problem.”

An hour or two later, your family finally arrived. You heard the elevator open and you ran over to see your family stumble out of the elevator. “Sam! Dean! Uncky Cas!” you yelled, running into their arms.

Another wave of relief washed over your family, once they physically saw you were okay. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Dean kissed your head.

Team Arrow walked over. “Thank you. If there’s anything you ever need, just call.” Sam said, gratefully. He shook Oliver’s hand which turned into a hug.

Everyone said thank you and their goodbyes, and headed out to the Impala. Sam got you buckled into your car seat, before joining Dean and Cas.

“Thank you again,” Dean said to Oliver.

“I just happened to in the right place at the right time,” Oliver replied.

“Like I said earlier, if you need anything, give us a call,” Sam said with a smile.

“Will do,” Oliver smiled, “Take care guys.” Oliver hugged your brothers again.

You sat in the car, watching. Cas was the first in the Impala, followed by Sam, then Dean. Uncle Cas was in the backseat with you, he turned towards you and gave you a faint smile. He was glad that you’re back.

And now, you know who The Arrow is! How cool is that? Let’s just hope five year old you can keep a secret.

Requested by @3fangurls:
“The reader is the winchester’s baby sister about five or six, and something happens that she gets taken by a demon, the demon hides her in starling city where the arrow finds her and she’s scared out of her mind, Oliver recognises her- let’s just go with Oliver is a friend of Sam and Dean’s. So he tells her that he’s going to take her somewhere safe and have her stay there till he can get ahold of Sam and Dean. Also would it be possible for the reader to already know the arrow is oliver? (requested through messages)

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

Tags: @magicalsis11, @joanne-egberp, @16wiishes, @ledledledledled, @fanboyswhereare-you, @athenepallas, @sammyfrigginwinchester, @spnkisum, @xsecretrejectx, @pretty-odd-jenn, @jamies-supernatural-world, @oneshotsdeanshort, @jiggysupernatural, @jensen-jarpad, @capruinedmylife

‘that’s not factual’ (au bellamy blake one-shot)

Prompt: As a history major, you take lots of pride in your knowledge. You love learning and you love teaching people things. So, of course, when a new kid shows up in your classes and begins correcting you, you take it in stride. That is, until he does it every day… multiple times a day. One day, he catches you in the library. You’re reading a Medieval History textbook and you hear someone scoff a few feet down. You look up and lock eyes with the new kid. You narrow your eyes and he smirks, uttering the few words you’ve grown to hate ‘that’s not factual.’

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warnings: (barely) making out, cursing, vamp!Bellamy, um idk what else really

A/N: GUYS HERE IS VAMP!BELLAMY. There’s not as much vampiness as there is character development, but it’s there! I also feel like it moves a little too fast, so I’m sorry! But I really like this & I hope you guys like it as well! Also, this took more than an hour, so I’m sorry! Thanks for your support, my precious darlings! XOXOX

“Thank you for your input, Bellamy” seemed to be Professor Kane’s favorite new catch-phrase.

Ever since the new mystery kid transferred into my class, he’s been the center of attention. In most cases, I wouldn’t mind. But this kid is stealing MY thunder. I’m the only history major in this school who’s ever been able to graduate early, and he makes it a point to make a fool out of me at least once every class period. Of course, being the gentleman he is, he does so gracefully. He even blows some kisses my way or winks at me after the fact. He always calls me endearing names and holds doors open for me. He even offers to tutor me so that I can get my facts right. I hate him.

“Alright, class, class is over. I’ll expect your paper on my desk on Monday morning,” Kane smiles and packs his things, the students following suit.

I huff, mumbling under my breath about about how much Bellamy managed to annoy me. Tossing my bag over my shoulder and straightening my glasses, I make my way over the library. Nothing is more relieving than reading history textbooks and REassuring myself that I’m right and Bellamy Blake IS in fact wrong.

I push through the library doors, relishing the fact that their was nothing but silence surrounding me. The librarian shot me a small smile and went back to her work.

I sigh deeply, breathing in the smell of old books as the thoughts of previous students filled my head. I smile, thinking about all the kids who’ve used this library before me, about all the late night study sessions, all the stolen kisses and romances built and broken. Libraries are beautiful things.

I smile softly, making my way down my favorite aisle: the Revolutionary War. I run my fingers over the worn book spines, biting my lip as I gingerly pick out a particularly familiar textbook. I pull the book out of its place and hold it in my hands, flipping directly to page 394. I take a breath and begin reading, the words on the page calming me immediately.

As soon as I flip the page, I hear a scoff. Bellamy. I look up and sure enough, it’s the devil himself. He stands there: all glorious 6 foot something of him. He’s got his black leather jacket on, the one that smells distinctly of him and of nature all at once. He gives me a rueful smile, licking his lips as he says the three words I’ve come to hate.

“That’s not factual,” his impish smile grows wider, dark eyes trained on me.

“URGHHHH,” I place the book back on the shelf, making a wierd groaning noise as I run at Bellamy with the sole intent of running him over. Using myself. I wanted to run Bellamy over with my body.

The second before our bodies can make contact, I feel my back hit the wall, Bellamy’s body a few inches from mine. I look at the space between us and then up at a smiling Bellamy.

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“What the hell just happened? I was–you were–I WAS JUST ABOUT TO RUN YOU OVER!” I whisper loudly, poking his chest.

“Sshhh,” he places his hand over my mouth, his smile growing wider as my eyes get more and more narrow. “You do know you’re squinting, right?”

I let out a few muffled curses as Bellamy chuckles softly. I struggle under his grasp and his eyes grow visibly darker. What was that? My eyes grow wide, Bellamy realizing what he just did.

“Shit,” he whispers under his breath, removing his hand from over my mouth.

“Bellamy fucking Blake what the actual fuck was that?” I glare at him, the librarian glaring at me in turn. I nod swiftly, wrapping my fingers around Bellamy’s elbow and pulling him out the library doors with me.

“What the–?” He looks down as I tug him along, a small chuckle flowing through his lips.

“Stop laughing,” I huff, not wanting to get into anything with him right now.

“I wasn’t laughing, I was chuckling.”

“Whatever, know it all. Just stop it,” I huff, pulling him down the block.

“Where are we going, love?” He raises an eyebrow as I continue pulling him, silent as we pass a few more blocks.

“Shut up,” my fingers gripp his arm more tightly as I pull him onto the steps of my apartment. I grab my keys out of my purse and try to open the door. Bellamy, of course, finds an opportunity to be his usual charming self.

“At least take me out on a date first, princess,” he leans forward, pressing his lips against my ear.

“Back off, Bellamy,” I whisper, my heart skipping a beat when he let his teeth graze my earlobe. I finally open the door and hold it open for him. But he doesn’t move.

“Sorry, princess. Can’t come in,” he smirks as I let out a frustrated groan.

“What the hell is it now? What do you want?” I cross my arms and pout childishly.

“I can’t come in unless I’m properly invited,” a smirk was playing at the corner of his lips.

“Come on in, Bellamy,” I inserted a rolling a hand gesture to up the properness of the invite.

“Nope, a little different than that,” he smiles at me and I give him a confused look. “Come here,” he beckons me out of the doorway and I huff, taking a step closer to him.

“What?” I roll my eyes, my bottom lip between my teeth as Bellamy rubs his chin.

“I need something more like this,” he whispers, quickly pulling me flush against him. His lips hover over mine as I barely manage to maintain a glare. His eyes turn almost completely black, a gasp emitting from my lips.

“Back off,” I push him off and hold the door open once again. “Come inside before I change my mind.”

“I believe you changed your mind the second you pulled me out of the library instead of screaming for help,” he walks past me and into the apartment.

“I changed my mind because I know that no one knows history better than me, and if someone does then there’s no way that’s… normal per se,” I take my coat off and hang it on the rack. “Coat?”

“You’re such a gracious host,” he hands me the coat as I roll my eyes. “Or are you just fattening the cow for slaughter?”

“Eh, I’m not a big fan of beef,” I shrug and hang up his coat, too. “Want anything to drink?”

“Don’t think you have anything I’d be interested in,” he flashes me a smile, the sparkle in his teeth nearly blinding me.

“Alright, wierdo. A ‘no, thanks’ would have been just fine. Grab a seat in the living room, I’ll be back.” I head to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water for myself and make my way back to Bellamy, only to find him looking around the living room.

“I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know more about you,” he shrugs, his back to me.

“I didn’t even say anything,” I furrow my brows and take a seat. “Bellamy, have a seat.”

“Is the princess giving me commands?” He turns to smirk at me and I roll my eyes. “Gotta say, I kinda like it.”

“Right, well too bad I don’t care,” I place my water bottle on the table and lean forward slightly.

Bellamy sits down across from me, holding his hand up as though in a surrender.

“Let’s get straight to the point. What the hell was that, Bellamy?” I intertwine my fingers, resting my elbows on my knees as I wait for his answer.

“Well, I was hoping I’d have some more time to come up with a believable lie,” he chuckles and I glare daggers at him. “Alright, alright.”

I stare at Bellamy, my glare not affecting him a single bit. He just smirks right on through, leaning forward. His position matches mine as he readies himself.

“Well, I really was hoping I had more time. I fully intended on telling you this, but not when you hated me,” he shrugs and I roll my eyes. “Fine. Well. I… am… a… vampire.”

“A–” I burst out laughing, letting my hand fall to my side as I lean back against the couch. “Oh my–”

“I’m serious!” Bellamy grows angry, his hands forming fists in his lap. He leans back, watching me as I laugh hysterically.

“God, Bellamy,” I sigh, wiping my tears from under my eyes. “I didn’t expect some sort of ridiculous gesture from you. I just wanted the truth. But uh–VAMPIRE. Oooooh, scary.”

“Damn it, I’m telling you the truth!” He shakes his head as I compose myself.

“Well, then, go ahead,” I shrug and he looks at me, confused. “Go ahead, Bellamy. Prove it.” His eyes grow wide as I lean forward once again. “Prove that you’re a vampire.”

“What? Are you out of your damn mind?” The closer I lean, the further back into the couch he leans. “No. Absolutely not.”

“That’s what I thought,” I lean back with a bitter smile. “Of course you won’t prove it, Bellamy. You won’t prove it because you can’t.”

He shakes his head, opening his mouth to say something when I interrupt him.

“Like I said earlier, I wasn’t expecting much. I thought you had some sort of disease or something. I don’t know. But I don’t get why you have to lie, Bellamy. What are you–?”

“I. Am. Not. Lying.” Bellamy smirks, leaning forward. His eyes grow dark as my breath gets caught in my throat. The veins under his eyes become prominent, fangs coming out… FANGS HE HAS FANGS.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, my heart practically leaping out of my chest as I took in Bellamy’s appearance, terrified and fascinated. “C-can I touch?”

Bellamy furrows his brows as I raise my hand. I move my hand to his face, running my fingers over the dark veins under his eyes. He hums softly and closes his eyes. My fingers move down his face and stop once I reach his fangs. I tilt my head to the side to get a better look at them, my fingers skimming over his teeth. He breathes in calmy, collectively… until I scrap the tip of my finger against one of his fangs.

“Oops,” I quickly pull my hand back. Bellamy’s eyes open wide, his breathing growing heavy as he fights controls himself. “I-I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s okay,” Bellamy growls out, pushing himself off of me. He turns his back to me, his knuckles white as he clenches his fists.

I frown, but don’t question him. I sit there and wait for Bellamy to come around.

“Sorry,” he whispers, still not facing him. “I haven’t fed in a while. I just need to regain control.”

“How often do you have to feed?” I sit up and keep an eye on his wavering figure.

“At least once a week,” he lets out a staggering breath before turning to face me, his face slightly more ashen than before.

“And when did you last feed?” I stand up to help him back to his seat, but he holds a hand up to stop me.

“The beginning of the semester?” He shrugs and sits down in front of me. “Forgive me for looking this… dead. I haven’t been that close to blood in a while. I’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Bellamy Blake. You haven’t fed in four months! A drop of my blood nearly pushed you off the edge!” I rest my hands on my hips, glaring down at him.

“I might feed if you offer,” he gives me a tired smirk, watching my through his long lashes.

“Well, then consider this an offer,” I walk around the table between us and take a seat at the edge, right in front of Bellamy.

“What?” He laughs and shakes his head, the color in his face slowly returning. He watches me, a smile on his face.

“You think I’m joking?” I raise a brow, the smile on Bellamy’s face slowly fading. “I don’t know where exactly you prefer, but I’ll only give you two options.”

“W-wha–?” Bellamy’s eyes widen as I move my hair to the side to give him access to my neck. His eyes then move to my arms, where I raise the sleeve from my left forearm to give him access to my wrist.

“I’m right handed, so you get either the left wrist or somewhere on the neck,” I shrug, rolling my shoulders a little as Bellamy continues staring at me wide-eyed, mouth open. “Bellamy Blake, I’m giving you a once in a lifetime offer. Take it or–”

“No. HELL NO.” His eyes darken, only he doesn’t look hungry. He looks angry. “There’s no way I’m feeding off you.”

“And why not?” I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him.

“I have little to no control over my actions. I will not harm an innocent soul because I don’t know what I want,” he breathes heavily, in and out through his nose. He clenches his jaw, watching my reaction.

“It’s cute, really. You’re such a tormented soul; I hope you know this means that you won’t get rid of me anytime soon,” I give him a soft smirk, letting my eyes freely roam over every inch of him.

“Stop it,” he glares at me, growing self-conscious as I check him out. “I will not feed from you.”

“Well, not now I guess,” I shrug and lean back, letting my legs cross over one another and brush Bellamy’s in the process. “I find you interesting, and you’re certainly attractive. We just have to work on your attitude.”

“What do you mean work on my attitude?” He huffs, leaning forward, letting his forearms brush against my legs as he rests his elbows on his knees.

“Stop stealing my thunder,” I shrug and look at him, curly hair and bloodlust and dark lashes and all. “I’m very persistent.”

“Really, now?” He smirks and trails his index finger down the outside of my thigh to my knee.

“Very much so,” I watch Bellamy, trying to read him to no avail. “And I can’t read you. So, you’ll have to tell me all about yourself.”

“The logic’s there,” his eyes don’t leave mine as I slowly sit up, his face level with my throat.

“There’s more than just logic present,” I whisper, my breath fanning across his forehead as I reach up a hand and brush his curls out of his face.

“Mmmm,” he closes his eyes, a small smile flitting across his face. I let out a light chuckle at the precious look on his face.

He opens his eyes, his dark chocolate orbs almost immediately meeting my dark amber ones. My breath hitches in my throat as he leans forward, running his nose along the side of my throat. He hums softly, his breath fanning across my neck eliciting a whimper from deep inside me. I close my eyes and let my fingers tangle themselves in his hair. I feel his smirk against the base of my throat; the smirk is soon replaced with the feeling of his open mouth gently sucking against my skin.

“B-Bellamy,” I gasp as he nips at my skin. He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses from the base of my throat to the corner of my mouth. I tug his hair causing a growl to leave his perfect lips.

“You know I won’t fix my attitude, right?” He pulls me onto his lap, his wide hands splayed across the small of my back.

“Good. I like a rebel,” I lean forward, ready to finally kiss him.

“Nuh-uh, not yet,” his hands grasp my ass as I whimper. “I need to hear you say it.”

“S-say what?” My eyes don’t leave his mouth. He licks his lips, holding his bottom lip between his teeth. I whimper, looking up to meet his eyes. “F-fuck Bellamy. What do you want me to say?”

“Just tell me you want this. I need to know you want this the way I do. ALL of this,” he moves a hand up from my waist to the side of my neck, his thumb gently caressing my jaw.

“Bellamy Blake, I want it all. I want you to feed from me. I want you to kiss me. I want to take care of your loud mouthed self. Please kiss me now,” I whimper as Bellamy’s perfect lips turn into a beautiful smile.

“I thought you’d never ask,” his hand moves to the back of my neck, crashing his lips against mine hungrily. My own hands rest against his shoulders, my legs resting on each side of him. Finally.

anonymous asked:

Can I have cuddling headcanons for ASL, Law, Shanks, Zoro, and Marco

In the rules it’s stated that I cannot write for more than three characters with headcannons. It’s also stated that I can’t write for Sabo, Law, and Marco. Since I can do Ace, Luffy, Shanks, and Zoro I’ll just write for the first three. I’m sorry! 

Luffy and Ace’s responses are longer because I know them slightly better than Shanks (Luffy is the most lengthy).


  • This boy guys. This boy right here. If I had a dollar for every time I fantasized about cuddling with this kid I’d be filthy rich.
  • Anyway, Luffy is the walking, breathing concept of cuddling. He’s just such a touchy guy, so if you think you’ve had enough of his touchy antics while being his friend just wait until you sign the contract to being his home skillet (I literally looked up different ways to call someone your significant other. Just look at these. Some of them are pure gold, and “home skillet” was one of them).
  • It’s just in Luffy’s nature to be around others in close proximity because of the lack of knowledge of personal space, so you can guarantee the boy’s gonna touch you in some way whenever he gets the chance. This can include (this applies anywhere. Public, the ship, in secret, on the moon, in a dumpster, you name it): Holding hands, hugging of all varieties (Tightly, softly, short or long in duration, gumo-gumo no mi style, etc.), Kissing of all varieties (On the cheek, neck, hand(s), forehead, top of the head, nose, ears, temples, and everywhere else that wouldn’t result in you drop-kicking him to the moon for such a lewd act), and probably more that would take way too long to write out.
  • He loves holding you in general! I like the idea of Luffy snaking his arms around his s/o and resting his chin on their shoulder or head, or pressing his forehead into their shoulder and almost falling asleep like that. He also enjoys leaning into his s/o when he’s a sleepy lil’ munchkin, resting his head on their shoulder/neck, his head in their lap, or sitting in their lap (imagine if you’re smaller. That would be adorable oh man. Like bruh please at least lean down so I can actually see past your shoulder you dork).
  • Luffy likes draping his arm around their shoulders or around their waist no matter how small or tall they are and pulling them closer so their sides touch. It feels nice for him to just touch them (really? I didn’t notice).
  • Sometimes, if you can either get him like this, or if he just does it on his own after a rather demanding day, he’s very calm. He’ll play with your hands, touch/stroke your arms, legs, face, belly, back, etc. He doesn’t just like looking at you; he also likes studying you from a hands-on perspective. Literally. It can be really calming from both angles: his calm voice talking about things he normally never talks about (his family, hometown, etc.) while telling you out of the blue that he loves you and that he will protect you with his life, or the warm silence while you feel his body pressed against yours with the sound of his soft breathing (and maybe snoring? Idk) and gentle kisses.


  • This guy’s touchy like Luffy. He has no shame with PDA/cuddling except for when his s/o executes it.
  • So he can basically dish it out but can’t take it. It’s really amusing to his s/o.
  • He loves falling asleep on them. They’re really warm and make a great pillow. That’s why they can also come in handy when it comes to his narcolepsy.
  • When cuddling, if he doesn’t want to let you go, don’t even try to escape or ask for your freedom.
  • He really likes their scent and tries to get as much of it as he can. It makes him feel safe, and when they’re cuddling he always gets so giddy because he knows he’ll be swamped by it.
  • There’s lots of laughing and smiling and telling jokes!
  • Loves to wrap his arms around them and hold them tightly to his body thinking that they’ll feel safe with a big strong man holding them.
  • They might feel just that, or he might end up standing as far away from them as possible after they threatened to pee on him if he didn’t let them go to the bathroom.


  • He also like showing them off like Ace does, but even more.
  • Enjoys kissing their cheeks and forehead
  • Will subconsciously give them messages on the neck and back area, especially when they’re stressed.
  • When talking to others, he’ll pull them to his side and keep his arm around their shoulders as if nothing happened.
  • Loves to rest his head on their belly and wrap his arms securely around their upper body. It’s such a nice feeling!
  • When he’s whiny, he’ll hug his s/o’s arm and pout. Unless you’re a sap for puppy-dog eyes, you’ll probably wind up pushing him off because it will come to the point of him doing that every time he gets pouty.
West Coast (Lucifer Morningstar)

Character: Lucifer Morningstar
Words: 1920
Warning(s): Idk how to do warnings, just some sex mention i guess.
A/N: Okay so this request made me really love the song. I have never really listen to Lana Del Rey but I really like this song. I will night be using all the lyrics, just because they are repeative and long. I’m so sorry if I butchered your request at all. I migh make a sequal to this if there is enough feed back ovo.
Request: Do you write song fics? If so, can you do a one shot based off of the song West Coast by Lana Del Rey with Lucifer Morningstar? If you don’t want to that’s okay.I love your blog! Keep up the good work! Thanks! :)  (@fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 )
Song: West Coast by Lana Del Rey

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