That girl who loves partying and socializing with people, she's a fangirl of so many buffed-up singers and she's so pretty. She's kinda judgmental and she's homophobic but she follows so many gay people and likes their posts and nobody in my generation really understands why. She can be really impulsive sometimes and she hates classes but she's a good friend and a funny person
That girl who is always late, she has social anxiety and she's silent af. Grades are not her forte'. She tries to socialize very hard and everyone is annoyed by the fact that she tries to discuss things that she really doesn't know shit about. She is afraid of some professors, she is christian af and she is kinda lost, but she's a good girl who believes in the supernatural and she always invites us to coffee at her place
The girl who loves spending time with people, she always loves to discuss about every topic, she knows so much about many things, she's doing great with her grades and she's among the top 5 students in the entire generation. Also, she has PERFECT, sonorous American accent and everybody loves it. She always initiates coffee gatherings but nobody really comes because she's not that much of a leader and her voice is so soft so nobody could really hear when she's talking. She's also a passionate gamer AND in the same time she finds time to maintain her grades and social life
That (jock) guy who's the tallest one, he's blonde, buffed-up and he's the definition of a straight white boy. He's childish as fuck and he can become very boring sometimes. Once, my colleagues have shooed him out of the cafeteria because he was bothering them. He also tells so many stupid dad-jokes and laughs at his own jokes, flirts with some professors, has been single since forever (not that he's ugly - he's average looking but he's so much boring sometimes because he doesn't have any real friends and he gets excited about people so he doesn't know WHEN to stop). He literally flirts with every single female human being that he can find and he pushes them all away because he's pushy af. He's also introverted and doesn't really know his way with girls
That girl who's one of the top students in the generation. She's always smiling, she has the best grades, she always tries to present this "perfect" image of herself. She is very intelligent and she loves reading, she gets drunk like every second day but that doesn't stop her from maintaining her perfect grades. She's very successful and she's a good leader, she knows all the fresh gossip and she always sits in the first row with her best university friend. In fact, she and her best uni friend are hated by everyone because they're just so successful and everyone's jealous of them. She also secretly hates everybody and gossips with her best uni friend. She and her friend have tons of screenshots ready to blackmail people if anyone says anything against them lmao. But everyone (every zodiac sign) in this generation pretends we like each other so...
That professor who's VERY detail-oriented and she's a big perfectionist but she can't fix her awful handwriting. She's very successful and she has TONS of potential, she literally KNOWS EVERYTHING about her subjects but sometimes she can really drain us physically and emotionally. She gives us tons of assignments and homework and she always gives us lectures on the most difficult courses. Jfc she behaves like we study in Cambridge / Oxford. But don't get me wrong, she's NOT a bad person. She's actually a VERY good person and at the end of each semester she buys us coffee and tea, she talks with us about our experience with the course and she just wants us to learn some things that we should learn, that's why we perceive her as "difficult" and "problematic"
That girl who loves hugging, has great communication skills and is a social justice warrior. She thinks that she's everyone's friend and she always tries to criticize everyone's opinion, thinking that she'll seem and sound more intelligent. She also listens to rock and metal, she loves children and she smokes a lot, she's very sensitive and she's very friendly. Once, on the Facebook group of the university, she tried to accuse Pisces of something he didn't do and he literally ruined her in front of all those people, that was one of her biggest mistakes she's ever done in uni because she didn't know that that guy can be pretty evil when someone tries to insult/hurt him. The next day in uni she was on the verge of a mental breakdown because that guy really hurt her with his words, making her look stupid and pretentious, and everybody stopped talking to that guy for like, a month or two
That girl who's late in class 90% of the time, and those 10% she's not present in class. She is very quiet and she doesn't show particular interest in anything. She doesn't have a taste in fashion and style, unlike most Scorpios that I know. She just wants to go home all the time and nobody knows what she's doing in her life, she's so mysterious and she's not a good teamworker because she doesn't really care about her grades
That girl who can't stop talking and she's always arguing with someone but we all love her. She's very communicative but she's insecure at the same time. She has tons of likes on Facebook and Instagram. She's a VERY open-minded girl, she hates racism, homophobes, nazi scum and racists. She's a really good friend with Leo and Pisces but Capricorn is her bff and her roommate. She has an excellent taste in fashion, style and music and she has S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows. I think that she's bi/lesbian but maybe she's closeted. She always hugs Capricorn and gets beaten by Capricorn because Capricorn can't stand people touching her
That girl who loves vintage notebooks, loves taking studyblr photos and uploads them on tubmlr and Instagram, she loves journeys and we haven't heard her talking for THREE GODDAMN YEARS. She is very antisocial and introverted but she has excellent taste for art, film, music and she's like 24/7 on her phone because it's obvious that she can't stand most of us but she's always sweet and supportive when someone approaches her. Sometimes she doesn't want to talk and she just smiles as a response. She's Sagittarius' best friend and roommate and they've became really close friends. She also loves journeys and she's a daydreamer but she's very intelligent. Her grades are not that good, she's not an attention whore and she tries to be "invisible" but she simply can't
That guy with his cockney accent who has insane memory and loves football. He's actually a loner, he's a bit creepy and weird, le loves britpop and indie nd he was one of the best students in the first two years of uni but his grades dropped. He's like, very secretive and he can be pretty arrogant and you just can't sit next to him because he's telling jokes all the time which takes your attention away. He is a loner and once he publicly told us that he used to have cyber sex with his girlfriend because she lived in another country and they've never met in real life (I mean, who tells such things omg Aqua get your shit together). He tries to insult people and he tries to be sarcastic but he can only be sarcastic with the stupid ones. He also thinks that he's a know-it-all and that he's the most intelligent person in the world. He can be really judgmental sometimes and he pushes people away with that
That guy who always sits in the first row with his best university friend and is one of the top students in the generation. He's also a model, nerd, gamer, works out and whatnot. He is sweet to everyone and talks to everyone but he can be very sassy at times. He was the one who had a verbal fight with Libra because Libra triggered him and he destroyed her verbally. He's really skinny and dreamy and he has a very deep voice and an excellent taste in fashion and style. His style is kinda dark and he's so aesthetic. He listens to some music that no other people in the world listen to but he also listens to some mainstream music. In fact, he listens to whatever he wants and he doesn't really think about what other people think about him. He tends to roll his eyes a lot and he cares about his physical beauty more than he cares about his love life. He's too egotistic and self-centered and he's extremely picky, which makes him single most of the time.
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public sex. Let me know if you guys want a part 2!
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hallways were empty, what was quite useful for me and Draco. It was
late, and we sneaked out our dormitories to hang out since none of us
wanted to sleep. We ended up in the astronomy tower, the cold fresh
air sending goosebumps up and down my spine.
sky is beautiful…” I said, looking up to the constellations.
as much as you are.” Draco whispered in my ear and kissed my neck,
hugging me from behind. I smiled at his silly complement and felt his
arms pulling me more into him.
why you brought me here? So we could be alone and no one would listen
if I screamed for help?” I asked, turning around to look in his
me, Princess, if I was in intent to make you scream, it would be for
more, not for help.” He smiled sassy and kissed me. In that very
moment it was like the whole world has vanished, and there was just
the two of us, and I knew he felt that too. Being with Draco makes me
feel good with myself and with life. I guess that’s what love
means: to feel complete.
were still kissing (who needs oxygen right?) when I heard an owl. I
looked at the side of the tower’s balcony and saw Storm, my owl,
with a package. I leaved Draco and walked to her, getting the small
box from her hands and reading the note from my mom:
dear, your idea for our garden worked. I’m sending the results.
I opened the box to find it filled with strawberries, my favorite
fruit of all. I smiled and felt Draco approaching me, trying to see
what was it I had received. “I think I just found us something
really good to do.” I said.
sit here then.” He said, sitting in the ground and tapping his lap.
I rolled my eyes and went to him. Although I would never confess, I
loved when he was kinda bossy like that. It was just… Hot. There
are not other words to describe it. I sat on his lap and got one of
the strawberries from the box, handing it to him. When he went to
grab it with his mouth I ate it. “Really Princess, you’re going
to play this game with me?”
don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, innocently and
grabbed another fruit. This time, I actually did teased him, eating
that thing in the most sexy and insinuating way I could. I don’t
think that looked like I pictured, but Draco seemed quite turned on,
so I didn’t mind at all. “I’m just eating.”
going to ‘just eat you’ out any of these days.” He said
seriously enough for me to believe. I knew he was messing with me
back, because his words affected me like no one’s else could, but I
wouldn’t loose, not this time.
bet I taste better than this things…” I said, biting another
bet on that too.” He said, using one of his arms to position me
better on his lap. “Actually, I know you taste away much better
then these.” He said, kissing my neck softly and running one of his
hands through my leg, dangerously close to my pussy. “In fact, I
wouldn’t mind tasting you right now.” With that I felt his hand
slipping inside my pants. His fingers teased me and I moaned.
“Merlin’s sake, Princess. I haven’t done anything and you’re
already this wet?”
knew he was smiling victorious, but I couldn’t care less.
it once more, Baby Girl. You know how much I love it when you beg.”
He took the box of strawberries from my hand with his free one and
putted it aside as he kept teasing me. I moaned again, and heard him
laugh. “Just ask Princess. That’s all you have to do.” He
whispered, biting my ear lobe.
me.” I begged.
you wish, my love.” His fingers found my clit, pressing it gently
and earning a loud moan from me. “Be quite, Princess, or you’re
not winning anything.” I bit my lip, trying to focus on staying
shut, but it was quite hard when Draco’s fingers slowly started
bumping on me. I felt myself getting closer as his rhythm speeds up,
and when I was at the age he took his hand off me, leaving me feeling
the fuck Draco…”
said I wanted to taste you, darling. That’s exactly what I’m
going to do. I just need a better place…” He held my waist and
apparated us to an empty classroom. “This will do it.” He said,
trowing me upon the table and laying me down.
if someone cough us?” I asked, nervous.
quite and no one will.” He said, smiling as he knew he was going to
make it really difficult for me. He positioned his self between my
legs, pulled my pants off and started kissing my thighs, slowly
coming up. “You smell good. Fuck, how’s that even possible?” He
whispered for himself and got to my panties, sliding them down and
taking them off me. I was starting to get impatience when I felt him
kiss me gently, just to get rough right after, sucking on my clit. I
had to bit my lip to the point of it almost bleeding so I could be
kept shut. He smirked and inserted two fingers inside me, thrusting
Fuck… I’m going to…” I tried to not scream his name.
for Daddy Princess.” That nickname was all I needed to cum hard.
Draco licked me up and then helped me sitting on the table. I tried
to catch my breath and he smiled, probably proud of the good job he
has done. “As I said. Better then strawberry.”
laughed. How could he go from such a Sex God to a jerk, I’d never
understand. But Merlin’s sake, I loved it.
I’m actually really proud of this one? It’s a bit longer than usual, and it’s very Keith-centric even though I’m whumping Lance because hi have you met me? I’m too invested in klance.I hope you enjoy!
@elsiemcclay aka the best person to run ideas and/or titles by. thanks friendo.
A groan sounded to Keith’s left, and
he looked over immediately, trying to mask his relief with a glare.
“Oh, good. He finally decided to wake up.”
“Hey, how many times do I have to
tell you? Beauty sleep is important.” A pause. “Where are we
Pidge snorted. “Guess that general
hit him harder than we thought.”
“Lance! You’re okay! I was worried—
that totally knocked you out, you hadn’t moved in a while,” Hunk
rambled. “Does your head hurt?”
“Like hell,” Lance said, leaning
back against the wall and pressing a hand to his forehead. “But
nothing too serious. Thankfully, now that I’m conscious, I remember
what happened. We’ve been captured, haven’t we?”
Listen, if they do another potc movie (very likely bc of that after credits scene) I want it to be centered around the Turners. Hear me out:
I want Will to set off to put down Davy once and for all, probably searching out Jack first (*eunuch joke here*), and Jack doing his whole “why should I?” coy routine which ends up with him agreeing (bc lets face it, he’s practically watched this guy grown into a man and you can’t tell me he doesn’t care about him one some level AND the fact that Davy Jones is gonna be ten times worse than Salazar ever hoped he could be and if he’s coming for Will on the mere account that he was the one who ‘stabbed’ the heart, while dying I may add, what would he do to Jack, who was the one who actually DID the stabbing??) and the original crew going “It’s Will!!1!” while Jack just roles his eyes in the background and gripes to the monkey.
Now lets talk about Henry, because lord knows that boy is obsessed with lore and legend and you can be sure he’s gonna find out where Will’s going somehow, and he’s gonna know exactly who Davy Jones is and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go along. “I lost my father once and….” etc, etc. He’ll probably think he’s being helpful the sweet summer child. I mean, he could be, but I’m not too sure Will is gonna agree.
Then things get messy, because we ALL know that where Davy Jones is, Calypso isn’t far behind. I mean, she’s probably even the reason he’s back in the first place. ‘Love can’t be separated’ and all that. And if they’re gonna stretch out this franchise even more I expect a Calypso and Davy team up even more epic than last time tbh.
Let’s talk about Pirates, because we know they’re not the sharpest tools in the shed. Somewhere along the lines, they’re gonna run into something they can’t figure out, or get into a battle they can’t finish.
This is where I want Elizabeth to come in. Because Elizabeth is still the Pirate King. And I’m sure the minute she finds out Henry is gone as well, she’s gonna go find her family and she’ll be damned too if Will finishes this without her. She’s lived two decades without him, I don’t think she’d pass up the slightest opportunity to join him when this is something they started together.
I want to see Henry’s face as she comes sailing to their rescue and hear him go “Mother?” in an incredulous tone with Will grinning, in the background as she jumps straight into the fray and puts them all to shame. And Jack looking extremely overwhelmed with all these Turners running around lol.
I want to see an ending that resolves every last open story line, and brings back the nostalgia of the original films. I just really want a film about the Turners
Hey, I find really sweet the way you write Saeran, and I was wondering if you could write about him crushing desperately on mc and trying to express it, even if he had no idea of what to do (if you want to add the whole RFA too is ok and if you don't want to do this request, it's okay too, you can write about an idea of your own instead!)
Haha, glad you like our characterization! This prompt was so cute, so we decided to also do a few others in the RFA along with Saeran. Hope you like it!
He realized he had feelings for you when he called you at 4am one night
He had a nightmare and you were the first person that came to mind
He tried to apologize for waking you
But you just told him that you would always be there for him no matter what
Somehow, it hit him hard and he fell harder
He acts a bit awkward around you afterwards
He has these new feelings that he’s not sure how to cope with
Still, he wants you to know that he appreciates you
All he knows though is what he’s seen on TV
Like he tries to give you his hoodie…and then gets embarrassed when you thank him but say you’re not cold
He notices you walking too far out on the street, so he’ll give you a little push so you’re closer to the sidewalk…only he pushes you a little too far
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to cut into your personal space, Saeran.”
No…that’s not what he meant…don’t go so far…oh noo
He tries to surprise you with ice cream with nuts on top…only you politely refuse because you’re allergic to nuts
You get overly excited one day and give him a hug
He gets as red as his hair and you ask if he’s okay, all the while getting a little closer
Poor boy is dying
At this point, Seven (who had been watching the whole painful process) intervenes and gives you a little nudge…and your lips land on Saeran’s lips
Ah, guess the secret is out
You two had spent a lot of time together in the months after the first RFA party you hosted
One day, you two were just walking around and talking and you started talking about some personal problems
You apologize and admit you feel safe around Yoosung
He’s immensely touched to think that someone could feel like that about him
Only he can’t stop thinking about how that moment felt….or about you
He realizes he’s starting to develop a crush on you
He gets flustered every time you compliment him on something
Even the smallest thing gets him blushing
Big compliments destroyed him
“Yoosung…your shoulders have been getting broader.”
“Really? Thanks! You too!”
He tries some pick-up lines…but he keeps losing courage after the first “hey, MC!”
Eventually he does get some advice from Zen
Finally, he confesses to you….it only takes him a year
You and Jumin had been talking in the chat a lot more after the RFA party
He realizes that he feels something different about you than the other members
He knows what it is…but doesn’t want to confirm it just yet
V is hanging by the penthouse one day and Jumin just starts rambling vague questions
V listens carefully before looking up at him
“So, you’re asking what happens when someone thinks about a person all the time, wants to see them, and finds themselves opening up more by accident?….So, you got a crush on MC?”
Does Jumin Han is blush? Yes he does.
Whenever you two meet, he’s always trying to find an excuse to spend time with you
He wants to get to know everything about you…only he gets so nervous, he asks sooo many questions
It’s okay, cuz you find it cute
He’s usually really good with his words, but around you his brain is a mess
So, in attempts to be smooth, he quotes a drama he’s recently watched
Only…you recognized the quote and now he’s embarrassed
At the next RFA meeting, you admitted you found him attractive
His response came out stammered you broke Jumin
Once he gets his feelings sorted and put together, he does eventually confess to you
Your car broke down one night in a strange town and you were really scared
You call Seven to see if he’d be willing to pick you up
He can tell you’re pretty shaken up so he offers to call one of the other members to help
But then you tell him you’d feel more comfortable if he was around
He didn’t know why, but the statement made his heart brain beat really fast
You’ve always been good friends, but as he’s driving you back home, he finds he has an urge to spend more time with you
He doesn’t know how to approach you to just “hang out”
So he does the only thing he knows how…
You call the next day, “Seven, I got a virus on my computer!”
“Oh…is that so? I can come over to fix that.”
He knew he had to think of something new after the eighth virus
Luckily he doesn’t have to because you kind of caught on and invited him to hang out a few times
Sometimes little compliments slip out but he tries to cover it up real fast
“Wow, you look pretty today,” he mumbles
“Uh…you haven’t unlocked that part of 707. Try again at level 5.”
Coincidentally, it’s in one of these slip-ups that he confesses…and you actually hear it
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Lance could feel himself start to shake as Shiro had announced to them who he chose to lead Voltron in case he couldn’t.
It was Keith.
Lance took a breath and balled up his fist. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to blink away the stinging in his eyes as he stared at the floor.
Why should he even be surprised? It’s not as though he couldn’t see Shiro’s obvious bias towards Pidge and Keith. He knew that it wasn’t their fault or that they meant to be favored but it stung and he was getting increasingly frustrated at this.
Lance bit his lip before taking another deep breath and trying to calm himself down before catching Shiro’s shoulder when he told them to disperse.
“Shiro? Can I talk to you about something?” Lance asked
“Uh, yeah sure, about what?”
Another breath. “I wanted to talk to you about choosing Keith as the back-up leader.”
Shiro quirked a brow, Lance could tell he was going to have a hard time with this.
“Well you see Shiro…Keith…Keith isn’t a good choice for leader,” Lance had to fight to keep eye contact with Shiro, “you see he’s…impulsive and a hot-head. He’s a nice guy but he’s put us all in danger on numerous occasions beause he didn’t follow an order and he voted to leave Allura behind and-!” Lance could feel his confidence rise but Shiro raised a hand to silence him.
“Lance, I understand your concern but I’ve made my decision already.”
Shiro turned around and left Lance there with his anger festering and his pride hurt even more than before.
He ignored him.
Lance bit into his lip so hard it felt like it might draw blood. He felt the familiar sting at the back of his eyes and the heat on his neck. He blinked his vision in and out of focus as he felt his body shake with anger.
Lance was the only one left in the console room, so his voice echoed and bounced back to him with just as much disappointment and anger it had when the words left his lips.
“You’re not the you I thought you were.”
The next time Lance brings it up is when he’s hardened his attitude towards Shiro’s behaviour. He knows it’s not exactly his fault but the way he brushes Lance off is unacceptable and this time, Lance is Not Having It.
“Shiro.” Lance walked up to Shiro, he rather have missed all of the break between training than have to keep in his feelings.
Shiro turned around and sighed, “Lance, look, I know-” but this time it was Lance who cut Shiro off.
“No Shiro, you look.” Lance took one big breath before starting, “I understand that you are the leader and that you were thrown into this by yourself, but you see, you are extremely biased towards Pidge and Keith and honestly, I just can’t let that stand anymore man.”
Lance paused to see Shiro blinking in stunned silence, he took this as his cue to continue.
“Shiro, I understand that you know Keith the best and probably know what he’s capable of. But your making him stressed because your expectations of him are too damn high and you have to accept that there are things that not even Keith can do- nothing wrong with that Keith, it’s ok that you can’t- but instead you just say “I believe in you” and you tell him to basically change everything about himself so he can act like a good-…no I mean, so he can act like you. Shiro, you can’t expect that to magically fix anything!”
Lance took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before proceeding onto his next topic, “Do you even talk to Hunk ever?”
“Well-” Shiro began
“Outside of giving orders? Do you ever ask, ‘Hey Hunk, how was your day? Did you do anything new?’ Because as far as I know, all you can say to him is ‘Hunk, shoulder canon.’, ‘Hunk, you go with whoever on this mission to retrieve whatever.’, sometimes you can’t even address him directly! It’s just ‘Legs, do this!’ You don’t actually talk to him Shiro.”
“Also? Isn’t Allura the technical leader of Voltron? She actually knows Zarkon. She actually knows the aliens that we fight and that we talk to. Why are you acting as though you know this stuff? Even if Allura doesn’t know, most of the time Coran knows so he should also be consulted.”
“Yes, well I-”
“Not only that, but you didn’t consult anyone else when deciding Keith would be the Black Paladin. You didn’t check with Keith on how he felt about that, and even then he told you himself and you ignored it. What’s worse is that you didn’t even consult with your lion, the one Keith would be the pilot of. How do you know if she was okay with this? How do you know if this is what she wants?”
Shiro fell silent, it seems that this was the one that made him crack.
He felt a presence next to him and he fixed his stubborn gaze from Shiro to Keith.
Lance was getting ready to argue with Keith when the red paladin turned from Lance to Shiro and said, “Lance is right, Shiro.”
Lance blinked confusedly as Keith continued on, “You don’t listen to him at all. Remember the Blade of Marmora? You didn’t listen to Lance, and I nearly got myself killed. Granted, I wanted to go but… the point still stands.”
Keith crossed his arms as he finished his argument.
Lance felt a warm hand on his shoulder as he looked to see Hunk sending him an appreciative look before agreeing with the fire and ice paladins.
One by one, everyone from the Team Voltron stood behind or near Lance and agreed with him.
Shiro looked up from the linoleum tiles, seemingly ready to get criticized once more.
“What do you say?”
Shiro closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath before opening them once more and looking around the small group of people. “…and all of you feel this way?”
There was a small murmur of agreement and short little nods.
Shiro sighed, “You’re right Lance. I wasn’t thinking about anyone else but my own beliefs and bias.”
He turned to the two alteans to his left.
“I’m sorry for not consulting you on matters I know you would have more knowledge on. I…I tried to think that just because I lead Voltron I know everything but…not really.”
Shiro continued on down the line of paladins.
“Lastly, Lance…I’m sorry. You were right and….I was ignoring you. Thank you for pointing this out to me and…I know it was probably hard but…I’m proud of you.”
About two weeks later Shiro went to the Black Lion and asked if she would be willing to pick a backup to pilot her in case something happened to Shiro.
She said yes so, all the paladins (+Allura and Coran) would stand in front of her and allow her large, wisdom filled eyes to scrutinize them.
When Lance stepped in front of her he felt as though every crevice in his mind and soul was being checked and scrutinized. Before long, the Black Lion’s eyes started to glow.
She did it. She found her back-up paladin.
Hunk’s and Pidge’s cheers could be heard in the background as they whooped and hollered at Lance.
Lance felt waves of pride crash over him, before feelings of anxiety and guilt replace them.
But what about Blue?
Lance looked to the Alteans, knowing that the other paladins wouldn’t be able to fill out his spot without creating a new spot in Voltron needed to be filled. He played with the idea of Blue Paladin Allura, and while she could certainly fill out the spot with ease, he knows that she’s the pilot of the castleship, and if her was honest, that was a lot harder to replace than the pilots of Voltron.
Before announcing his decision he used his connection to the Blue Lion to ask her about if that was okay or not. She said it was fine so long as it wasn’t permanent and she could have Lance back. Lance smiled, Don’t worry my lady, you’re my one and only. He told her before turning to the alteans.
It's the scent of this place. It's nostalgic. Reminds me of lavender scent of my grandmother's house. Even color of the walls remind me of the bygone era of my childhood; the dim sunsets of a fuzzy summer evenings, and faint memory of fading dreams.
Ah, you want to start all over do you? I know the feeling. It's enough to drive me to the brink.
Verily. At some point, I began to live my life in retrospect. The now doesn't matter anymore because everything has become so bland. What am I to do in this monotonous life when my happy times passed so long ago. It's as if-
*turns into a 9 foot tall vibrating metal cube that deconstructs me at a molecular level and turns me into pure radium powder*
Guy, with that as fetish who actually wrote this post:
*doesn't even jack it just looks at the screen all sweaty and breathing heavily*
*walks into the room unannounced* Everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange recently.
*quickly closes all tabs* Oh, nothing. I'm just like. I'm... you know. I've been tired.
*suspiciously* ...sure. Pizza's here by the way.
Okay, cool. I'll be right out. *wipes sweat from head*
*texts best friend* He's definitely cheating. He just closed like twenty tabs on his computer!!!!!!!
Did you look through his browsing history?
Yeah, it's all wikipedia pages about radioactive stuff. It's so fucking weird. He's either cheating or a terrorist.
That's creepy. I'd break up with him.
I've been considering it, but it's complicated. I still feel so strongly about him. I don't want to ruin our relationship.
Sometimes you have to break things off with the people you care about the most. For a little bit anyway.
Yeah, I get that. It's so hard though. I can't imagine life without him.
You have to do what you have to do. It's the only way to move forward. Getting stuck in a stagnant relationship can ruin you.
I guess you're right...
*is wearing a full hazmat suit.*
*walks up behind her* Jennifer, stop texting. We need you in the bottom.
Sorry, got it.
*descends in elevator, sees 9 foot tall humanoid ant corpse on the ground* Fucking gross! Do you know where it came from.
No clue. It's why we called you here.
This isn't like any cryptid I've ever seen. It must be extraterrestrial in origin. Wait... is its body full of gummy worms? *hears the sound of the elevator going up behind her*
Doctor! Where are you going!? What the fuck!?
Waves to her from the elevator.
*appear from the shadows in the hundreds*
No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.
Don't fucking come near me! I'm highly radioactive! You'll all die if you eat me.
Ant Humanoid in the back:
*listening to comic book podcast*
Podcast Guy 1:
So when it comes to Superman, I feel like there are actually two characters. Clark Kent, the man. Then there's Superman, the ideal. They're the same person but represent very different aspects of him.
Podcast Guy 2:
Comic books are fucking stupid, my dude. *cellphone buzzes* Hold up, I gotta take this.
Podcast Guy 2:
*gets an alert that his favorite fetish forum has updated, licks lips fuckingly*
Podcast Guy 2:
*under breath* Oh yeah. A new radium dust sexual fanfic. Can't wait to tweak my noodle to this! Zoo wee mama!
Podcast Guy 1:
What did you just say.
Podcast Guy 2:
Nothing, man. We were talking about Superman. Let's continue with that.
Podcast Guy 1:
Yeah, as I was saying. Superman would definitely be a power bottom and
Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles
thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the
fact it’s the job and nothing more.
It’s hard because
Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to
arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes
meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.
Derek’s team have
been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe
and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early
on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed
them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another
hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it
wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.
Stiles is across the
restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for
more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s
sitting across from.
Since it's Valentine's Day.(Have the RFA+V+Searan) I would love to ask if you could do MC and her brother spending Valentines together. The others couldn't spend time cause they were busy. So once they have some time to spare them look for you and see you are your brother hanging out. Yet you are siblings so you sorta close to each other and some things seem romantic. The others don't know you have a brother. So how would they react? If you can't do it, it's okay. Happy Valentine's Day!
OOooh scandalous~ (It’s the day after Valentine’s Day here because I live in Australia and we live in the future but I’d be happy do do this!)
✮ he was busy with some huge LOLOL event that was happening for valentine’s ✮ he felt bad but you assured him that it was fine and you would just go see family or a friend or whatever ✮ so when he leaves the house to get food and sees you with some guy?? ✮ YANDERE YOOSUNG UNLEASHED ✮ your brother was teasing you by pulling and twisting your hair ✮ but to yoosung it looked like he was hella flirting ✮ basically stomps up and flicks your brother’s hand away ✮ ‘excuse me, why are you touching my girlfriend? huh?’ ✮ where did this confidence come from hmmmm ✮ your brother is confused because ‘omg is this the innocent yoosung MC was talking about???’ ✮ you’re trying not to fall over from laughing ✮ your brother looks absolutely horrified ✮ “MC is mY siStEr! who are you, huh punk?’ ✮ yoosung.exe has stopped working ✮ almost cries ✮ apologises 38918475 times he feels so bad ✮ is pouting for the rest of the day and puts the LOLOL event on the back burner
✎ she told you beforehand that valentine’s was going to be probably the busiest day for the cafe ✎ but W O W ✎ the cafe was packed and you hardly got to see jaehee ✎ and your brother visited during your lunch break ✎ so you two were just standing in a corner, trying to leave as much room for the actual customers that you could ✎ things died down for a total of maybe five minutes ✎ and jaehee looked around to find you and saw your brother squishing your cheeks together while you both laughed ✎ she really wanted to go over there and judo kick someone’s ass but she still had customers ✎ she was kinda angry for the rest of the day ✎ until afterwards you walk up with your brother and introduce them ✎ her face is redder than saeyoung’s hair ✎ she refuses to admit anything ✎ except when you’re back home she’s super affectionate ✎ and at first you think it’s just valentine’s day love ✎ but she’s super clingy and kind sheepish ✎ so you ask what the deal is ✎ and she begrudgingly admits that she saw you and your brother when you were messing around and didn’t realise it was your brother ✎ you have to try and maintain the giggles because she’s obviously embarrassed ✎ cute baehee
✿ he was really busy rehearsing an upcoming musical ✿ and the director was super strict and wasn’t letting anyone out for the day ✿ during one of the breaks he picked up his phone and noticed that his fans were all tagging him in the same thing ✿ and he went to it and it’s a picture of you with some guy?!?!?!?! ✿ and he’s so scandalised ✿ he immediately goes to the group chat and sees that you and saeyoung are online ✿ he basically spams the picture with multiple exclamations akin to ‘WTF MC’ ✿ you’re freaking out because he’s just sending mindless messages now and won’t stop to listen ✿ and saeyoung is just off his chair laughing because he obviously knows who it is (background check) ✿ you send a selfie of you and your brother both with a ‘wtf’ face and the ‘boi’ hand at the camera ✿ and zen finally stops ✿ you send another picture but this one’s of you and your brother when you were babies ✿ ‘hyun, this is my brother’ ✿ ‘nice to meet THE zen’ ✿ he’s so flustered ✿ he sends sorry to the chat so many times that the original problem can’t even be found ✿ when he comes home that night he brings a big bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks ✿ is super clingy
₩ this nugget just doesn’t believe in valentine’s day ₩ you’d told him how annoyed this makes you but he didn’t seem to care too much ₩ so he was at work ₩ you went to lunch at the cafe thing across from the C&R building because your brother was curious ₩ y’all were just chilling, eating pastries and drinking milkshakes ₩ and then jaehee came for her lunch break ₩ plot twist ₩ you say hi and your brother introduces himself (but not as your brother) ₩ and she’s shook ₩ she goes back and asks jumin if he knew you were at the cafe with some guy ₩ JUMIN IS JUST AS SHOOK ₩ he glides down and stands at your table ₩ you really nonchalantly say hello ₩ he’s so confused ₩ ‘would you like to explain yourself MC?’ ₩ ???? ‘jumin what are you talking about? i’m just having lunch with my brother, we’re waiting for his girlfriend to come’ ₩ it’s like you can see him deflate in embarrassment ₩ he like flops down in the seat next to you ₩ meets your brother ₩ when you’re back at home you ask him why he was so salty at the start and he admitted that he thought you were on a date with some random guy because he wouldn’t celebrate valentine’s ₩ you laugh and say you wouldn’t do that and shower him in affection ₩ he made up for it ;)
⌨ he probably knows what your brother looks like from the background check but for the sake of story let’s just pretend he didn’t go that deep into your history ⌨ he was super busy with work-related stuff and didn’t even realise it was valentine’s ⌨ he asked you to grab some groceries because he couldn’t ⌨ he’d noticed you’d been gone for a while so he hacked into the security cameras of and around the grocery store ⌨ saw you talking to some guy ⌨ he’s so confused because you haven’t just stopped for a little ‘oh hi I know you’ obligatory hello but you’re walking down the sidewalk with the store bags and talking ⌨ he sees him nudge you with his shoulder and he’s kinda pissed ⌨ he just waits until you’re back home. you’re alone ⌨ he tries to act nonchalant about it, and like he doesn’t know anything– waiting until you bring it up ⌨ it’s the end of the day and he crawls into the bed where you already are ⌨ you bring up how it’s valentine’s day and that you missed him ⌨ he feels guilty but he’s kinda frustrated from before and goes ‘it didn’t look like you missed me too much while walking down the street with some other guy’ ⌨ he did not get the reaction he expected ⌨ he expected you to be kinda shocked like ‘:o caught’ ⌨ but you’re giggling and snorting ⌨ ‘saeyoung… that was my brother; we ran into each other outside a store so he walked with me for a little while’ ⌨ like jumin, he deflates ⌨ he feels S O B A D ⌨ he gives you so many cuddles and just fully wraps himself around you ⌨ swears he’ll make it up to you ⌨ he definitely does
I hope you all had a happy valentine’s day! CHEAP CHOCOLATE AND MYSTIC MESSENGER DLC’S WOOO ♡♡♡♡
“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.” - Jason Todd x Reader (silly Smut NSFW)
Summary : The title is pretty self-explanatory. Smut with feeling yo.
THIS IS NSFW ! It’s SMUT. Meaning there will be a graphic depiction of SEX. Please don’t read if those sort of things makes you uncomfortable and blahblahblah. I have plenty of stories that are SFW without any of those “dirty stuffs”, so you can read those instead if you wanna :-). You can find said stories here : My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com
Being Jason Todd’s girlfriend wasn’t exactly an easy “task”.
Firstly, there was the fact that he was a night vigilante and that it was a never-ending time of worries for you when he was out. You could never fall asleep when he was fighting in the streets of Gotham…And oh mornings were difficult when you had to go to work and he came home late, or didn’t come home at all…
Secondly, he had an infinite amount of issues, and though you were always his cure, the person that’d made him feel better…it wasn’t always easy to deal with his past traumas. Especially since more often than not, he would refuse to talk to you about his feelings and such… You spend countless hours trying to reassure him, to help him go through a panic attack or anything. The Red Hood wasn’t as invincible as he’d like to lead on. But only you saw his “weaker” side, only with you was he able to let go. And he would be forever thankful for that.
Thirdly, Bruce Wayne. Oh man, Bruce Wayne was a huge problem really. When it started to really get serious between you and Jason, his adopted father decided to take you as a messenger. Like, whenever him and your boyfriend would get into a big fight or something (which happened more than you wished), Bruce would tell you to tell Jason things and vice versa and, frankly, sometimes, it was just extremely annoying and stressful.
Fourthly, you didn’t always have time for each others, both being rather busy. Or actually, being busy when the other one was free; he was mostly working nights and such, and you were working days.
Oh and there were countless other reasons as to why it wasn’t always easy to be Jason Todd’s girlfriend, small and big things, but those were the main ones that you could think about. The ones that were always at the back of your mind.
The main reasons that reminded you constantly why you were so in love with Jason Todd. Because it could only be true love, for you to deal with such a troubled man who sometimes had the emotional capacity of an oyster.
And oh, the way he acted around you was proof enough that the feeling was mutual. That he loved you so much it hurt. That he would die gladly for you, relive all his traumatisms for you…your presence, and people noticed it often, soothed him greatly and blahblahblah all that cheesy shit you really weren’t into ! Uh. It’s like sometimes, you couldn’t help yourself, like your loved rendered you stupid.
You adored that feeling, but also, some of your thoughts almost made you vomit because it was too damn cute and…A hand that you recognized instantly laying on your shoulder distracted you from your thoughts. You turned around and here he was.
Jason Peter Todd.
-Hum excuse me, I’m looking for my girlfriend, (Y/N), have you seen her anywhere ?
If you do requests can you please do a Mike Faist x reader (if you don't do cast can you do Connor Murphy) where they play 7 minutes in heaven
this was originally going to be short but i got carried tf away and now it’s 3800+ words SO i have never done connor so like i KNOW this is going to be wildly out of character???? I JSUT RLLY LIKE SEEING CONNOR HEALTHY AND HAPPY IM SORRY SO let’s see how i Fuck this up
this is……….. probably not what u requested
connor x fem!reader - seven minutes in heaven
Seeing Jared Kleinman and Evan Hansen at a party was a wonderful rarity. Seeing Connor at a party was even crazier. But seeing Connor at a party, enjoying himself with friends and not angrily smoking a joint in the corner of the living room until the host kicked him out? It was nearly unheard of. It was borderline impossible. And it simply made your heart swell.
(this is probably gonna be a long oneshot and once there’s more it’ll be on ao3 but for now, let me know what you think?)
There are things that Kent can handle, and then there are things that Kent cannot, under any circumstances, in any universe, even begin to handle.
As it turns out, watching Jack Zimmermann, Alexei Mashkov, Randall Robinson, and Sebastian St. Martin attempt to build a deck is one of the things that he can’t handle, because holy fucking shit.
It’s about a million degrees out, and they’re all shirtless and covered in sweat and, yeah, it’s the off season, but they’re still professional fucking hockey players, for fucks sake, and Kent realizes then and there that accepting the invitation to spend the week at Jack and Bitty’s new cottage was definitely a mistake because, really.
Except for Mashkov, everybody brought their families, and they’re all friends, and they’re all teammates, and Kent is 99% sure that his invite was a pity one prompted by the Aces losing the Stanley Cup in game seven against the Stars, and he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t belong there at all, and he can’t help but think it’s because he doesn’t.
What I don't like about k/l shippers (tho I'm one and nowadays I'm wavering away from it) is how they treat keith. they always focus on the latter and treats keet like some joke or idk? I know Keith is somewhat problematic but also like shiro he deserves a break.
See, my thing is–I’m pretty sure there must be k/l content that still maintains Keith’s identity. Making a ship work without compromising either character’s agency is something up to each individual author or artist I think, so there’s nothing inherently bad with k/l. That being said, I’ve certainly noticed a trend in k/l fanon where Keith is just a reward to be given to Lance and the whole focus is on him. And I’ve talked about this a bit before, so I’ll just drop some points from that here real quick:
It kinda seemed to me like k/l fanon was always sorta more centered around Lance while Keith was just sort of his prize? I think it’s kind of because Lance is more relatable to a lot of people so it’s easier for fans to see themselves in his position
After season 2, it seemed a lot of people who liked k/l were mad that Keith got so much screentime and character development, as if it only mattered if either of those things happened in relevance to Lance or k/l and Keith shouldn’t be able to grow and develop on his own
And it made me kind of uncomfortable to see s/k scenes that were dismissed as platonic but then people edited Lance in and claimed the situation was suddenly romantic and these edits were praised as being so much better than the actual writing and well developed character interactions in those scenes we had gotten
While k/l definitely isn’t the only ship where fanon does this, I will say season 2 fanon definitely gave me the vibe that Keith was meant to be seen and not heard.
I’ve seen fans hate the BOM episode and even say that watching it was unnecessary, and claim that Keith didn’t deserve to be written beyond the flat, one-dimensional image we had of him.
But at the same time fanon loved Keith in the marmora suit because it made for a pretty picture, but Shiro often got replaced by Lance in fanworks even though it didn’t make sense because it was just “better”
There’s this idea perpetuated in fanon that Keith is just a pretty boy, someone who’s meant to be seen and not heard
And I feel in a lot of k/l Keith is almost robbed of his agency to just have him act ooc.
In some fanon k/l I feel like much of Keith’s identity is sacrificed in favor of focusing on Lance. Canon k/l interactions in season 3 are much more preferable to me because you see them each develop as their own person apart from just how they react to each other
As for the second part, I’ve always been kind of confused by that. There’s this thing about characters being “problematic” that really unnerves me. Because no character is flawlessly good, you know? And if they supposedly are, then they’re not a well written character. And you don’t have to constantly be morally upstanding and perfect to be a good person. Keith’s raw emotion, his passion and drive and will to throw himself into a war to protect others–it all defines him. And maybe he’s not the infallible hero, but he’s so much more real, and that means something. He struggles with this anger he carries, yes.
He loses the one person who showed him unconditional love and support, who never gave up on him. So he lashes out in his grief, he loses himself in sudden outbursts, says things he doesn’t mean. “I don’t want to be the leader! That’s just what Shiro wanted!” it’s something he yells without thinking, because he’s just cut open and hurting–and he doesn’t know where to direct that anger, and it kind of coils in on itself and flares out. But then he quickly sobers, looks horrified at his own words and falls silent. It’s not Shiro he’s mad at. And it’s not his team. Not really. But it still feels like Shiro left and some part of Keith feels almost betrayed at that. It’s an admission that sort of slips out–that Shiro talked about giving up before and Keith resents that. Wishes he had never said that.
But he’s overcome by volatile galran emotion with no outlet–Shiro was always the one who calmed him before, and he’s struggling to navigate the fallout without him:
Joaquim:“He latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep in check.” (source)
Joaquim: “[Keith’s] got this emotional side to him.”
Lauren: “It’s kind of exasperated by the fact that Shiro’s gone. Like he’s having a hard time dealing with it, he doesn’t really know how to feel. And I think he just goes back to that inner part of himself where it’s just—he can’t control his emotions. And that comes from the galra side.” (source)
Keith’s grief isn’t graceful or poetic or quiet understanding as he lets go. His loss is a storm–chaos and rage and broken shards. It’s throwing himself into a fight without concern for his team’s safety because he has nothing left to lose. It’s refusing to move on even if the universe needs him. It’s being reckless and relentless. It’s sitting alone in Black lion, “speaking” to Shiro as his confession. All the while ignoring that he has a whole team willing to listen.
And of course, I’ve been talking post season 3, but–we can take this mindset and apply it to all of Keith’s actions really. Because all his life, he’s been carrying some kind of grief. He has no family. For a long time, he had no friends. He says everyone else gave up on him. Looking at Keith’s character through that lens, I think a lot of his behavior people would label as “problematic” makes perfect sense. Loss has been a very real part of Keith’s life, his whole life–as opposed to the other paladins who are only just now experiencing it:
Joaquim: “I mean, he’s experienced loss–in his life, in his childhood. And Shiro is, I think more so than the other characters is his pillar, is like his big bro. So he felt that loss.“(source)
And I think it really says something that, despite all Keith’s suffered, despite how it must have felt like the universe was always conspiring against him, he still wants to do good. He has no family, grew up with no friends, and has to watch Shiro be constantly wrenched away from him. At that point, he shouldn’t feel like he owes the greater good anything. But “everyone in the universe has a family,” and for all of their sakes, Keith still wants to help. I can’t at all see Keith as “problematic.” I think he’s a victim of circumstance who genuinely cares about others and fiercely protects the people he loves. He’s a multidimensional character who has his faults and strengths, and I adore that. And I agree, he and Shiro do deserve a nice break. Someone let them rest please
I really love your writing and now I'm pan for vanderwood i hope you're happy >:3 If it's no trouble, could you please write rfa + minor trio reacting to a usually hyper and happy mc feeling really down (because they feel misunderstood or got triggered)? I hope I don't bother you with that request, I could just really use some love and care from the baes ^^;; Love and hugs, have a wonderful day!
✿ *cracks knuckles* Boy, it’s been awhile, huh? I polished off my finals a few days ago, and while I won’t be churning headcanons out at a super fast rate, I thought it was time I give this blog some TLC!
His brain goes into terror-alert mode when you don’t tackle-hug him the minute he gets home from work. Living with you is sort of like living with a hyperactive puppy, and his first thought is, oh god, are you dead? Did you slip and fall in the shower? Did aliens kidnap you and are now experimenting on your lifeless body? W h e r e a r e y o u.
The answer to “where are you” is “in the bedroom, having a lie-down”. He breathes a sigh of relief when you turn over and look at him, but still, that weak way you smile as you say hey leaves him concerned.
He immediately asks you what’s wrong. Are you feeling sick? Should he get you anything? Do you have a cold? Have you been eating enough fruit? Have you…–??
This manages to make you laugh a bit, and you sit up enough so you can pull him back down to the bed. You just want a hug, you say. And some comfort.
Yoosung is happy to oblige. After all, he’s a vet, isn’t he? He’ll always take care of you, his adorable little angel.
When Zen finds you staring absently out the window, his first cheer-up attempt is to call you by every pet name he knows. Starshine! Sugardrop! Love! Darling! Gooey-sweetie-snuggle-bottom hunie bear!
(you smack him lightly for that last one.)
Next, he tries every pick up line he knows. He compares your beauty to the moon shining on the lake, he recites poetry, he even sings you a little sonnet, and when he finally gets you to smile a little, he asks you what’s wrong.
(he wanted to make whatever it was feel a little less fresh before you talked about it, after all.)
He takes you on a motorcycle ride after, since that always helped distract him - though he obeys all the road laws on this one, because his precious, precious blossom is with him right now. He takes you out to one of his special places, and he helps you forget whatever it was that upset you.
It’s hard to be unhappy when the warm wind is on your face and a handsome man is at your side.
She finds you in the closet of the bakery, and you apologize, because you wanted to be better before she found you. You didn’t want to bother her. You know that you’re supposed to be the happy one, the cheerful one, the person rooting her on and keeping her sane when the world is building up around her.
She tells you that’s nonsense, brings you a cup of tea and a new cake she’s working on, and asks you to tell her what’s wrong.
Jaehee is so good at listening. She’s careful, attentive, and treats everything you say seriously. She never makes fun of you, or tells you that you’re overreacting or silly.
Jaehee would probably dropkick your problems if she could, but she can’t, so she settles for hugging you, petting your hair gently, before bringing you another drink and some of the flowers from the rosebushes outside.
You try to smile at Jumin when he comes home, and you’re doing so well, but then everything cracks apart, your smile falters, and you find you’re sobbing on the couch with a baffled Jumin in the doorway.
He only stands still for a moment. He literally VAULTS OVER THE CHAIR because it is the FASTEST PATH TOO YOU, and if you weren’t emotionally compromised, it would have been hilarious to see this man in a ten-thousand dollar suit act like a college track star.
He basically scoops you up, much like you’re a cat, and he tells you to tell him e v e r y t h i n g. When you say you don’t want to trouble him, you know how much it means to him to have you waiting at home for him, all cheerful and happy, he says that is NONSENSE. It isn’t you being cheerful that makes him happy, it’s you being you that does. And sometimes you’re going to be sad.
And he’s going to make you feel better when you are.
Seven knows immediately that your smile is forced. How could he not? He’s faked so many smiles over his years of being alive that he’s become all-too able to recognize the same expression on someone else’s face.
He doesn’t want to force it out of you, so he turns off the lights suddenly, leaving the star-shaped lights you have suspended from the ceiling as the only thing illuminating the room, and then pulls you up to dance.
He twirls you, spins you, is surprisingly graceful with you, despite being a total and complete nerd - though, he was a former secret agent, perhaps dancing came with the job. And you don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to say anything, you just have to… dance.
It helps. And when he holds you, during the ‘slow dance’ portion, you tell him what’s wrong as he rubs your back gently. And then you dance some more, because the world keeps spinning, despite the trials and tribulations you have to undergo.
You reminded Seven that he had a future, and now it’s his turn to remind you that you have one too.
V sits with you quietly and never blames you, even though you know he’s been through so much already and shouldn’t have to deal with your shit. You should be happy! You should be cheerful! You ARE genuinely happy and cheerful most of the time, taking him on dates and bringing the world to him, but today you just… can’t.
You can’t. You feel guilty, but you can’t.
He tells you that it is not your fault. You are human. You are allowed to be sad. You tell him all these things, and the same applies to you, too. He bops your nose with his finger when you try to protest, and you lean against him, letting him hold you and gently rub your shoulder.
After awhile, he brings out his phone, and he shows you all of the cute animal photos he’s taken over the years. It’s hard for him now, but he has so many memories captured on his various memory cards, and he shares them with you in a quiet room and a fond voice.
Saeran doesn’t know how to comfort you, so he makes a dozen pancakes using the container of Bisquick you have into the cabinet and then shoves one into your face like a burrito.
“What was that for,” you ask, after you’ve managed to chew and swallow, and he just puts another directly into your mouth, effectively using it as a fluffy batter gag.
You eat that one too, staring directly at him the entire time.
“Are you feeling better,” he asks once you’re finished, and you reply that you’re mostly just really confused.
One of the websites he’d read said that making pancakes for people was an expression of love, so he figured that would be enough to make you feel better, right?
You eat fruit to get better from a cold, so love should help you get better when you’re sad… right?
Right, you say, because Saeran is a prickly moron, but somehow his deranged antics make it hard to stay depressed.
Vanderwood is really bad at this gooey, lovey-dovey shit, so when they notice you don’t have quite as much pep in your step as usual, they aren’t really sure what to do. They do know, however, that they should do something, so they decide to tell you a joke.
“Knock knock,” they say, and you do a bit of a double-take, because Vanderwood isn’t really the type. But you’re intrigued enough that it momentarily distracts you from what’s making you gloomy, so you ask, “Who’s there?”
“Bless you,” they say, in a perfectly flat voice, and you laugh at how stupid it is.
“Knock knock,” they say again, hands in their pockets, and you’re delighted at this point.
They clear your throat. “Seven, you motherfucker, you know I don’t speak Arabic, so open your goddamn door.”
(You cover your face and snort.)
“Knock knock,” they say a third time, and you notice they look a bit shyer now.
“Al…” They rub their mouth, averting their eyes. “….Al give you a kiss if you open the door.”
You, sufficiently cheered up by this ridiculous display, peck them on the lips and thank them for being wonderfully embarrassing.
May I request for a childhood AU? If there's any? I love a good fluffy fic! Also, I just wanted to tell you that as a user who has been excessively stalking your blog and reading almost anything you've been recommending (Even Hogwarts AU, because I don't even read or watch Harry Potter). You've been the reason why I have been so excited the last few days, wondering what fanfic would I find again!
Wow! Thank you for all these requests! There are surprisingly not too many childhood AUs, so this was kind of hard for me to do! Nevertheless, I found some, so get ready for some of the fluffiest fluff ever! ≧◡≦ Please reply to this post if there’s some I missed!
Next Stop, Happiness by frolickingangels, Gen, 1.7k Ever since Yuuri had learned how to walk, talk, and remember things, it had always been this one special person – him with his silver hair and blue eyes and kind smile. Thumbs up!
Blue Roses by Fauks, Gen, 40k A royalty, ABO Soulmate AU collection of oneshots of Victor and Yuuri growing up together! Cute!
Music Worth Listening To by victornikiforov, Not Rated, 5.6k Victor remembers him in the sunshine, one day when it was warm enough where they didn’t have to bundle up to sit outside in the schoolyard. He’s a year younger than Victor. His name is Yuuri Katsuki. I LOVE THIS FIC OMG! It’s so so amazing
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Peter and tony "Don't you /dare/ say I don't care about you!"
“Don’t say a word,” Tony said firmly, as they both stood face-to-face in the remains of Loki’s destruction, “not a single fucking one.”
Peter shuffled, opening his mouth a fraction, but Tony jerked forward, hand outstretched and a metal finger pressing against his lips, “not a single word, Peter, what part of that do you not underst- no, no, wait, never mind, don’t-”
“I understand all of it, I just sometimes really need to say things and want to know why exactly they’re happening, like now all I want to know is why I’m supposed to be keeping my mouth shut, although actually I think I’ve worked it out after saying all of this,” Peter babbled, eyes growing steadily wider the further he delved into his own sentence.
He hadn’t…. he hadn’t meant to say any of that. That had been a brain-thought, not a mouth-thought. What the fuck? “Loki- did he put a spell on us?”
Tony rolled his eyes and sighed irritably, “yes- and now if either of us asks the other a question, we will answer 100% truthfully with no filter whatsoever, so until this thing wears off, we keep our sentences completely questionless. Completely. No exceptions. ”
Peter paused for a few seconds, before blurting “I’ve never been put under a spell before. This is kinda awesome. Oh- it doesn’t hurt to remove them, does it? Oh, wait, shit, question-”
“It depends on the spell, and the emotional connection you have with it. For instance, I once got a touch-telepathy spell put on me in the middle of a fight and then had to hold a little boy while he died, which was incredibly painful, but just for different reasons- and Peter Parker I would like you to know that I fucking hate you, what do you not understand about ‘no questions’- oh, Jesus Christ-”
“Like I said, I understand all of it, but I’m not used to thinking too carefully about what I say, I mean, what if- no, shit, question word, okay….uhm,” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think how best to ask a question without asking a question, “The inflections of our voice might even affect whether we perceive it to be a question, I assume,” he said slowly.
“Yes,” Tony nodded, and then sighed again, “let it be known that I really fucking hate Loki. I thought we were done with this nonsense. I thought I wasn’t going to have any more issues with doing dumb shit under the influence of magic in front of other people. Jesus Christ. Hope you’re happy, asshole,” he muttered, looking up at the sky before turning on his heel and surveying the damage the Trickster god had left behind.
“I am, actually,” Peter said, and Tony swung back around, eyes wide, but Peter was off again, and there was no stopping him, “I always get a rush after fights that don’t end with any deaths, and generally speaking, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with life.”
He slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks reddening. Tony looked at him a little awkwardly, before nodding. “Right. Cool. I’m… I mean, I’m glad you’re happy. Although I was actually trying to talk to Loki.”
Peter nodded. “I was aware. I don’t… I don’t know why I said that.”
Tony’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, so it’s not just for questions that are directed at us, then? Interesting. Annoying, but- interesting.”
Peter shuffled on his feet. “So how long does it take for the spell to wear off? And what should I do when I’m around people? Sorry- I have to ask,” Peter said apologetically, and Tony huffed, but shrugged immediately after.
“Usually about 24 hours for the spell to wear off. You’re lucky it’s a Saturday, or you’d have to go to school with that shit. As it is, you can just stay with me, if you want. Or you can go home and tell Aunt May what’s happened.”
Peter thought about going home- about how many questions May always asked him when he stepped through the door, which he always veiled, just a little. The thought of him being 100% truthful to some of the questions she asked…
He shuddered in horror. “I think I’ll stay with you, if that’s alright.”
“Of course it’s alright, I love having you around,” Tony said immediately, and then clenched his eyes shut, “oh, Jesus Christ, I hate truth spells. They are the fucking worst ones. Just… just shut up and hop on, kid,” he said gruffly, opening his arms.
Peter was about to say something, but he decided against it as he stepped into Tony’s hold. There was currently an 87% chance it would go badly- which was a good 43% higher than his average rates.
The ride back was silent as expected, and when Tony dropped them on the roof, he pulled out of his suit immediately and turned on his heel. “Food in the kitchen, films on JARVIS, knock yourself out. I’m going to be ignoring you in the workshop- you come down there for nothing other than the fact that you are close to imminent death. And I mean imminent. If you are dying, but slowly, it can still wait.”
“Can’t I just come down to the workshop and be quiet?” Peter called out after him.
“Peter, you don’t know what the word ‘quiet’ even means. I’ve asked you not to speak like, 19 different times in the past ten minutes, and you have listened on exactly 0 occasions.”
“I can be quiet!” Peter called, but Tony had hopped down the stairs without looking back, and Peter was left on the roof.
He sighed. This was going to be a fun weekend.
3 films, a seasons of Brooklyn 99 and exactly one empty kitchen later, and Peter was just about ready to start jumping off the walls in boredom.
He wanted to go and see Ned. But that would just be a travesty in every single way, knowing his friend’s track record of secret-keeping mixed in with his never-ending stream of question asking.
God, he was only 14 hours into this shit.
The clean-up crews were working out on the streets- Peter could see them through the huge glass windows, and he sort of wished he could join them, but again, social situations were a bad idea at that point in time.
Goddamn Loki. Peter really didn’t like that guy. He’d already tried to destroy New York once before- and now here he’d come again, years later, doing nothing more than annoy both Tony and Peter for a couple of hours before disappearing, leaving them both with an irritating truth spell as a parting gift.
Groaning, he flicked the TV on to the news and flopped backward into the couch. It was the usual post-battle breakdown, this time with a woman standing in front of a particularly grim-looking pile of rubble, face sad as she stared into the camera.
“And once more, I am stood amongst what remains of a local supermarket, staring around me and wondering- where are the superheroes now?”
Peter rolled his eyes. Right. So it was one of those news channels. He should really turn it over, it wasn’t going to offer anything worthwhile.
At that moment, there was a hissing noise behind him, and Peter’s head turned, watching Tony as he slipped through the doors and headed to the kitchen. He waved absently in Peter’s direction, but didn’t stop to talk as he padded over to the open-plan kitchen behind Peter.
“You’d think, what with Iron Man’s lesser half being the great Tony Stark, that there’d be some funding going into the rebuild of some of these buildings, but so far, as always, the billionaire has yet to declare-”
“What bullshit,” Peter muttered, turning back to the screen and staring in disdain. Everyone knew how much Tony put in- he’d been cleaning up after the Avengers since the Battle of New York. “Who the hell do these people think they are?”
It wasn’t directed at Tony, but he must have heard it, because Peter heard the man clearing his throat to begin talking, “they’re reporters, Peter, and I’m just the target. I’m easy. They need something to base their stories on.”
Peter stopped, face scrunching up incredulously, “but you do so much for them! You fought for them in the Superhero Civil War! Why would they-”
God, he really had to work on keeping his conversations question free.
“Because no-one cares about the guy behind the IronMan faceplate, kiddo,” he said with a shrug, and then scowled, “God, Peter, you really don’t have a filter, do y-”
“I care,” Peter said indignantly, turning around fully now, back to the couch as he stared across the room and over to Tony, who was staring at him with slightly raised eyebrows.
It didn’t last long, though. Tony’s face fell a little, and he shook his head. “Right. Sure. Just… just turn the channel over, Peter-”
“Wait, do you think I’m ly- no, no, wait, sorry, you don’t have to answer-”
But Tony was already going off, mug clutched tightly between tired fingers as he glared mutinously at Peter, “of course you don’t, kid, you like me because I’m cool and I get you fancy gear, but you don’t…not really. I’m not an easy one to care for- you know that. Why do you think everyone’s left? Once the defects in my personality start outweighing the pros of my money or my influence, it stops being so fun.”
There was dead silence, where Tony just looked over at Peter, mouth hanging open in mortification. Peter was staring at him, completely shocked by what he’d just heard.
Did Tony really think….
“Jesus,” the man muttered for the billionth time, swallowing heavily and turning away, thrusting his cup back on the sideboard, “okay, well, good talk, let’s never do that again-”
And then he was speedwalking out, leaving Peter sat, stunned, on the couch, emotions growing in his stomach until he felt like he might explode with them.
What the hell? What the goddamn hell-
He jumped off the couch angrily, storming after Tony, who’d almost made it to the stairs down the corridor by that point. “HEY!” He yelled at the rapidly moving body ahead of him, and Tony jerked a little, stopping in his tracks to look over at Peter in surprise. The tone of voice, the anger in it, probably came as a bit of a shock to him. It sort of came as a surprise to Peter too, to be honest,
“What the hell?” Peter asked incredulously, flinging his hand out, “what the hell did you just say? Did you just try and tell me you don’t think I don’t care?”
“Peter, stop asking-”
“Tony, you’re so stupid! Why do you think I like hanging out at the tower so much- and no, not just the workshop, the kitchen and the living room and the gym, why do you think I do that?”
“Well, I mean, I’d guess it was just so you could-”
“Why do you think I call you when I get into trouble, or always ask you for advice, or how I text you after every scuffle I get into because I know that you worry if I don’t, I know it Tony-”
“I- I, well, I mean I just kind of assumed you were being polite? I-”
Peter choked, lip curling in exasperation. “Tony. You are a walking disaster and you worry stupid amounts about me, and you don’t understand boundaries very well and you can annoy the damn hell out of me- and you’re always, always there for me when I need you. You matter to me, Tony, for God’s sake, you’re the closest thing I’ve got to a dad. Since I met you I feel like I’ve got someone else I can rely on, which is a pretty fucking big deal to me, because all I had before was Aunt May, and I love her to pieces but it was difficult for the both of us- so don’t you dare try and tell me I don’t care, because it just makes you sound like a fucking asshole.”
Peter breathed deep, clenching his jaw and dropping the finger that had risen to point accusingly over at Tony, who was stood rigidly a few feet in front of him. His eyes were blown wide, mouth hanging open a little, and his eyebrows were almost at his hairline, they were raised that high.
No one said anything. Peter sighed, feeling the anger leaving him as suddenly as it had come. He just felt tired. Truth spells weren’t as fun as he’d previously imagined.
Tony was still staring a little incredulously, and then he jerked. A full-body spasm, like he couldn’t quite compute what he’d just heard. Peter just shook his head. “Sorry. Know you didn’t want me to ask you questions. I’ll just… yeah,” he gestured behind him and then turned away, heading back over to the living room with heavy feet.
A few seconds, later, there was the quiet hissing of the door as it shut behind Tony.
“Ask me why I said it,” Tony entered the room with a few hours later, and Peter turned, watching him march up to Peter and fold his arms stubbornly.
Peter stopped, frowning, before he realised what Tony was talking about and tensed up. “Tony, just let it g-”
“Just ask me, Peter, dammit,” Tony said again, loud and a little jerky, like he wasn’t quite sure of how to hold himself, but was giving it his best shot anyway.
Peter bit his lip. He didn’t want to drag this out any further than it needed to be-
“Peter,” Tony said, a little gentler this time, and Peter knew him well enough to know that there was an eye-roll he was trying to hold back on committing to as he looked down toward the couch, “can you let me explain myself? Please?”
Silence, again. Peter folded his arms. Tony mirrored him.
They stared stubbornly at one another.
“Why did you say it?” Peter asked, quieter than he’d intended.
Tony clenched his jaw, and then with a little spasm, he opened his mouth. “I haven’t known a lot of people who’ve been genuine with their affection before. I’m an asshole and I push people away a lot because I don’t want them to hurt me. But…I can’t afford to push you away, or be too much of an asshole to you, because you’re a kid and you need me. So I’m just waiting for you to lose interest, instead. I can’t get rid of that sort of thought-process, but I am trying. Therapy and everything, it’s fucking gross, but… you need someone reliable. I need to be better. For you. Because- I - uh, I mean….”
Tony broke off, running a hand through his hair and huffing in a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. “You matter to me too. A lot. Uh- and I know Aunt May is your proper guardian and everything, but- but… well, I- uhm, I still consider you my own. Kid. Yeah. So…”
Tony shifted backward and forward on his feet, and he was actually blushing in embarrassment, which was a first. Peter just stared, a little shellshocked. He hadn’t been quite sure what he’d been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.
“Right,” Tony choked out, nodding robotically and then taking a step back, “that was entertaining, shall we both just agree to never talk to one another ever again-”
He turned on his heel, doing his little speedwalk thing toward the elevator as Peter stared at his back.
“Wait,” he blurted from the couch, getting unsteadily to his feet and then vaulting the couch, stumbling toward Tony, who had turned a little to face him.
Running up to him, Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulders and hugged. Tight. Tony stumbled a bit, and his hands wavered about in the air for a few seconds before settling lightly on Peter’s shoulder blades. “Right. Cool. Okay, hugs, then. That’s good. Healthy. Or so I’ve heard, anyway-”
“Thank you,” Peter said, breaking through the nervous ramble and squeezing Tony’s shoulders tightly, “that must have been hard.”
Tony shrugged “Eh, truth spell, you know-”
“Tony,” Peter rolled his eyes, letting go and pulling away so Tony could see it, “you really think I wasn’t counting down? The spell ended 15 minutes ago.”
Tony raised his eyebrows, and he pulled a face. “Shut up, it’s called being emotionally healthy.”
“If you think that’s emotionally healthy, you need a new therapist.”
Tony shoved him off with a muttered swear, and Peter laughed. “Are you going to come out of your workshop now?”
“Can I come into your workshop?”
“I’ll go get my shoes,” Peter said with a smile, patting Tony on the shoulder, “can you get the specs up for my suit? I have a few things I think might need tweaking.”
Tony sighed. “You’re a spoilt brat!” he called out as Peter turned back and went for the shoes that were strewn across the living room, but he pulled out his phone and started tapping at it as he turned back in the direction of the workshop, and Peter knew that the rest of the evening would pass as they worked on his suit.
He could think of worse ways to spend his weekend.
Stiles:There’s a party tonight at Lydia’s, you want to come with me?
You stared at the text from your best friend, sighing in defeat as you quickly typed a reply, “No.” You knew what would happen if you went to the party with him, he’d spend the first ten minutes joking and laughing with you, then he’d see Malia at the other side of the room, shuffle nervously on his feet as he glanced from you to her and that’d make you roll yours eyes and tell him to ‘go on over to her’. He’d smile, pat you on the back and wander off for the rest of the night; leaving you by yourself.
That’s what it is like now a days, you left alone whilst he ran around with the werecoyote that rudely interrupted your five year plan. You made a plan when you were thirteen, a plan that would make Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, fall in love with you and it was working; god, it was working great until she entered his life. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe you were only meant to be best friends forever.
I’m having some major Trini and Jason feels right now.
Like, when they first started as a group, Jason had thought that Trini hated him. With a burning passion in the I-hate-you-please-never-speak-to-me-again way, especially with the way she interacts with the others compared to him.
Until one day, when Jason is about to leave his house to go do something, Trini shows up at his front door. He’s so confused and has no idea what to do, and Trini looks like she’s about to change her mind and leave but instead she just asks him if it’s okay if she hangs out and he’s still so ???? but lets her in anyways.
He asks her whats wrong, thinking that she’s probably just going to ignore him but then she starts ranting about her parents, and how she’s trying so hard to make them proud of her and he’s quietly listening suddenly Trini just blurts, “The only good thing about me is that I’m a ranger!”
It makes Jason so sad becauseTrini is so kind and patient with Billy and she jokes around and has fun with Zack and is such a good friend to Kim and is honestly there for all of them in any shape or form they need and then Jason gets furious that Trini believes the only good thing about her is when she’s the yellow ranger.
He just goes off (he doesn’t yell but his voice does raise a bit when he’s trying to prove his point) and he tells her how he’s sure he would’ve died if it weren’t for her helping him fight Goldzar, and he talks about how important she is to the group and how important it is to him that she knows that they care.
When he’s done, Trini just stares at him in shock for a few seconds before she hugs him and mumbles, “Thanks, Jason, I really needed that.”