if you love one of them and not the other you're doing it wrong

anonymous asked:

OK so I HC that once they start dating officially (after the Big Talk), for a little while they'll both be avoiding arguments/conflict like the plague because they're in the honeymoon phase, and it would probably take a while to fully believe "Wow this is happening, he actually loves me and won't leave even if we get angry at each other for some reason." What will their first official fight be over? Something serious or silly? (or even better -- if you're feeling up to it -- a top ten list?)

Top Ten Viktuuri Fights:

10) When they first started living together there was an adjustment period where they had to learn to work around each other’s bad habits and compromise so the ‘fight’ mainly consisted of Yuuri getting silently annoyed that Viktor kept coming back with really expensive elaborate things from the supermarket for dinner but forgetting to buy basics like the milk and Viktor passive aggressively tidying up after Yuuri who still had an ingrained student habit of leaving his clothes lying everywhere and not doing the laundry until absolutely necessary. They worked it out in the end by talking about it and making up a chores rota where Yuuri did the shopping and Viktor did the laundry and they both did the cleaning together to make everyone happy

9) Non-serious fights over who Vicchan and Makkachin like more. Enough said.

8) An argument when they were adopting their new puppy because Viktor wanted to adopt every single dog in the building and Yuuri did too but he had a more realistic idea of how many dogs they could fit into their apartment

7) They had a bad week at one point when they were living together but both training very hard for the upcoming competition and barely saw each other which made them both snappish and irritable. They both got a bit insecure that the other one was drifting away from them. It all came to a head one night when Viktor made a snarky comment and Yuuri snapped back at him and devolved into crying and talking about feelings and cuddling. After that they made a big effort to specifically reserve time to do things together and by the time the competition came around everything was resolved

6) While they were still long distance they ended up having a minor fight because Viktor kept forgetting about the time difference and calling at really inappropriate times but they solved that one pretty quickly

5) They had a reasonably serious argument during one point where Yuuri was reading all the negative comments from people about their relationship online and getting really insecure which made him start to pull away and isolate himself and ended in an argument which was eventually resolved by lots of reassurance and cuddling and him promising to come to Viktor if he was ever feeling like that again rather than pulling away and starting to doubt

4) They have fought a lot over who loves the other more but as you can imagine these are not serious fights at all and usually result in either cuddles, tickle fights or sex

3) They had a fight over money and finance because Yuuri was used to saving every penny and sending almost everything home or putting it in a savings account and Viktor was much more lax with money and enjoyed buying Yuuri expensive presents and that made them clash. They talked it out eventually and found a balance in the end, although Viktor still couldn’t help buying Yuuri elaborate presents every now and then

2) Someone once dared them to try and land a quad axel and being the competitive idiots that they were they ended up spending a ridiculous number of hours trying to do and arguing over who was going to manage it first

1) Most of their fights were little things that got solved pretty quickly and they only ever had one really horrendous screaming-yelling-crying awful fight. It was while they were living together and started over something really stupid but rapidly spiralled out of control and Yuuri ended up saying some hurtful things out of insecurity that he regretted and Viktor ended up saying some hurtful things out of thoughtlessness that he regretted and it set both of them on the defensive and lashing out and it got really, really bad. A lot of old dirt was brought back up and old wounds were reopened and they both got very hurt and upset. It ended with Viktor completely shutting down after something Yuuri said and just walking out the apartment because he knew he was furious and about to cry and needed some space which sent Yuuri into a really bad downward spiral and subsequent ‘sobbing into Vicchan’s fur’ kind of breakdown. After a few hours apart to cool off they both could look back and see where they were each in the wrong. Viktor showed up at the door with a bunch of flowers to find Yuuri cooking borscht in the kitchen and they hugged it out and then sat down and talked it out because by that point they had got pretty good with the communication stuff. They both apologised and worked out how to get to the root of the issue and forgave each other very quickly.

"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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anonymous asked:

I'm in love with monsta x even more now 😍😍 so I feel the need to request, --what would mx do if you were to randomly hold their hand while you guys are walking down the street, but you're just friends? (They like you and you like them but you're not dating)?? Thanks my queen!,💗

Shownu is old-school polite, so he’d probably gently let go because he doesn’t want to do anything that might be inappropriate, especially not in public. He would rather you first be secure in your romantic feelings for each other than to just hold your hand because you’re simply friends. Don’t take it the wrong way though, he just want to keep affectionate gestures - even small ones - special for when you two are actually together.

Kihyun would jump at the chance to pull out some of his wit and he’d just be like “Oh, was your hand cold or am I being flirted with right now?” depending on your answer you could either shyly mumble that yes, your hand was cold and Kihyun is your friend so he can’t let you be cold OR you could wink and be like “Which do you prefer?” and for the first time you might be able to leave him speechless.

Hyungwon would look down at your hands briefly, but then assume you didn’t want to lose him in the crowd. You’ve got to be a bit more direct when it comes to him because he’ll never draw the right conclusions. You’ll hold hand for a long time though, and at some point he might even tell you he likes the feeling of your hand in his.

Minhyuk is someone who seems completely comfortable with this kind of skinship between friends, but he likes you so he’d secretly try to do something to see how you’d react. Instead of just holding hands, he’d intertwine your fingers and maybe rub the back of your palm with his thumb. Seeing you not pull away or get uncomfortable will make feel all giddy inside. 

Wonho would kind of jump in surprise before sheepishly asking what you’re doing. People think he’s a flirt with lots of confidence, but in reality things like holding hands making him blush and he’d be like “I-Is this ok? A-Are you sure?” and you’d nod slowly and feel Wonho’s palm get sweaty. But it’s cute, both of you guys get butterflies in your stomach. 

Jooheon would immediately assume something is up and he’d be like “Why did you grab my hand? Is someone following us? Were you falling behind?” and you’d have to admit that you just did it because you wanted to, to which Jooheon will try to chuckle it off but also in his head he’ll be screaming about how this is really happening, Jooheon don’t mess this up! 

Changkyun/IM would squeeze your hand and be like “Couldn’t resist?” and you’ll be like “What do you mean?” and Changkyun, who is famously straightforward, would go “The urge to touch me.” and you’d flame up red and he’ll just be grinning, but he’d love holding your hand. He’d even swing them a bit and keep telling you that if you want to hold his hand - hold it like you mean it. 

foxpaws10  asked:

Heeeeyyy, if you're still taking prompts how about "what do you want from me" for andreil with a shit ton of angst? ... And some fluff if possible ??? 😆 xx

one angsty andreil, just for you, my lovely friend! a little lighter on the fluff than i was aiming for, but what can ya do. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


Andrew opens his eyes to the pitch black of their dorm room, unable to move, barely able to breathe. His back is to the wall, his hands are clenched in the sheets, and he is struggling not to bite through his bottom lip. Images of demons past play behind his eyes, so he does his best not to blink. Andrew jumps when Neil makes a small noise in his sleep, and he feels like the walls are closing in on him.

He climbs over Neil, careful not to touch him, and silently makes his way toward the door. He thinks he hears Neil call after him, but Andrew knows he will give him some space. At least for a little while. Andrew leaves the room, fully aware that this is just a feeble attempt at outrunning his own mind.

Neil’s weight beside him is now familiar and can even be a comfort, sometimes. But on the occasions when Andrew’s senses are on overdrive and the smallest movement feels like an avalanche, an earthquake, a fucking planetary realignment, Neil knows better than to take Andrew’s abandonment personally.

Neil’s hoodie is thrown on the back of his desk chair, so Andrew makes his way over to dig out the pack of cigarettes from the pocket. He thinks he could light it with just the fire on the edge of his tongue, but he grabs a lighter from the drawer just in case.

He opens the window with so much force that the glass vibrates harshly for several seconds. Andrew is unconcerned. He watches with disinterest as a small crack forms at the bottom of the windowsill. Whatever. It’s still functional.

He climbs onto his desk and pulls his knees up to his chest, leaning back against the wall before lighting his cigarette and taking a long, slow drag. Andrew wonders if maybe the smoke will clear out the tar in his lungs, if he’ll be able to breathe again. Probably not.

Time passes, and Andrew doesn’t notice. An hour, maybe two. His breath fogs up the window. He stares outside as the sun slowly illuminates the parking lot below. The Maserati begins to take shape, and he has the sudden urge to drive until he can’t anymore. Maybe through the mountains, maybe off a cliff. Who knows.

He must be spending too much time around Neil.

Andrew distracts himself by recalling the highest points of elevation in the United States from a geography book he read in high school. He isn’t even halfway through the list when he hears the bedroom door open. He doesn’t look, but the sound of the door closing lets him know that it’s just Neil. He never lets the door click back into place; he turns the knob and shuts the door, releasing it only when the door is fully closed and will make no noise. Andrew isn’t sure whose sake he does this for. Maybe Kevin’s, maybe his own.

He keeps his gaze trained on the parking lot until he feels Neil approach him. He slowly flicks off the ashes from his cigarette into the small pile he has made on top of Kevin’s history book. Ancient Rome or something equally as useless. Andrew doesn’t care enough to look. He turns his head to see that Neil has stopped a few feet away, running shoes in one hand and a hoodie in the other. He doesn’t say anything, but he extends the hand holding the hoodie, the same one that was on the chair. Andrew looks back to the window and takes note of the layer of frost on the outside. It’s probably a bit above freezing. Funny. Andrew hadn’t noticed.

He reaches out and takes the hoodie. Stares at Neil. Prepares to pry open his jaw and force out a reply to whatever Neil is about to say.

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101 fluffy prompts
  • FALLING IN LOVE
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • LIVING TOGETHER
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • MARRIED LIFE
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • PREGNANCY
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • PARENTING
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."

anonymous asked:

Hello, if you're still taking prompts could you do #33 with Marichat or Ladynoir? (BTW love your stories!)

This is horribly overdue. I’m so sorry this took so long, I was caught up with other stories, life, and just recently suffered a bad case of writer’s block :/ I picked the Ladynoir side of the love square (although it’s probably not in the way you’re thinking). Still, I hope you enjoy this :)


“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”


You may not know it, but being a noblewoman could be very difficult at times.

Such were the Lady Marinette’s thoughts as she finally managed to sneak away to the snack table. A young Lord had been trying to request a dance with her for the better part of ten minutes, causing her to nearly flee every time he came in her sights. Luckily, just when she thought she was cornered, she was able to pair him with her best friend.

“I’m going to kill you,” Lady Alya had silently mouthed when she was led to the dance floor.

Marinette giggled to herself as she swiped a chocolate chip cookie from the very top of the pile on the silver tray. Not many women were eating them in order to ‘maintain their figure’ but Marinette didn’t really care about that. She’d eat what she wanted, whenever she wanted.

She looked around at the sea of guests, at all the colorful masks that adorned their faces. Her parents decided to host a masquerade ball, thinking it to be romantic and mysterious. Marinette thought that the idea was intriguing, but she didn’t really think anyone to be romantic or mysterious. It was just like any other ball she’d been to, with no one in particular standing out among the crowd.

She wanted to tell her parents that real life was vastly different from fairy tales, but she knew it would crush their hearts, especially since they wanted her to have a whirlwind romance of her own.

Marinette sighed in defeat, resigning herself to picking out a stranger to dance with just to appease her hopeless romantic parents.

“Is the princess not having a good time?” a masculine voice teasingly drawled.

Startled, her head whipped around to see a man leaning against a nearby pillar. He wore the traditional finely-made garb befitting of someone of the noble class, yet it was completely black, save the swirling designs of green beside the buttons on the otherwise coal black jacket.

Around his equally green eyes sat a black domino mask, but with cat ears on the ends. His blond hair lacked a refined style, instead the golden locks were wildly tousled. However, instead of looking like a common vagrant, the look suited him perfectly.

His lips were stretched into a wide smile, a row of pearly-white teeth exposed in the process. She noticed the man had rather nicely chiseled features. This, combined with all his other traits, made him exceptionally handsome.

However, her heart was already taken.

“I am not a princess, sir,” she replied, a corner of her mouth arching in interest. She had a feeling that whoever this man was, he was going to prove to be riveting company.

“You could’ve fooled me, with how every man’s eyes are fixated on you alone,” he purred flirtatiously, abandoning his spot by the column to saunter closer to her.

She snorted in mirth, finding that she liked this stranger. Sure, his flirting was a little over-the-top, but it wasn’t at all creepy like how some lords spoke.

“I find that hard to believe,” she disputed with a grin. “It doesn’t matter anyway, since I’m not interested in any of them.”

“Too good for them?” he asked. His tone was still teasing, yet his eyes shined with something else. For a moment she thought it seemed like he was testing her, but she quickly wrote it off as paranoia.

“No, it’s not that. The person that I really want to dance with isn’t here,” she admitted. She had a mask on, so no one except for Alya knew who she really was. So she supposed it was okay to tell a few truths for one night, provided she was careful, of course.

She sighed, recalling how her statement had been all too true. Prince Adrien was far out of reach, and honestly she shouldn’t have expected him to show up to her modest estate, even if it was for a ball. She met him a few months ago when his father had invited all the noble families to a formal dinner, hers included.

They didn’t get off on the right foot, though.

When it was time for the dinner, she ended up being one of the last few to enter the dining room. She had been caught up in a conversation with Alya in the sitting room beforehand, delaying her arrival. When she did show, she was dismayed when she found a splash of red wine decorating the bottom of her cherry wood chair, with the Crown Prince himself squatting next to it.

Since she couldn’t berate him without receiving a harsh reprimand, she chose to coldly glare at him as she picked up a napkin from her place on the table to wipe it. Prince Adrien tried to stutter something out, something probably apologetic, but she silently rebutted every attempt for speaking.

Finally, when the dinner was over, it was discovered that it had started to rain. It was sunny before, so naturally no one brought umbrellas with them, thus resigning everyone to a wet and soaking fate.

However, right as she was about to step outside into the steady rain, the Prince appeared…with a black umbrella in hand. He explained that he was about to wipe off the wine when she had suddenly appeared. He didn’t try to soil her dress at all, and was simply in the right place (to clean the chair), but at the wrong time.

Hearing his honest words and expression persuaded her to forgive him. Afterward, he gave her the umbrella to use so she wouldn’t get wet.

And that was the moment when she fell in love with the sweet, unsuspecting prince.

They saw each other a few more times after that. He was just as friendly and amicable, but she could barely respond to him without embarrassing stutters and stammers. He was perfect in her eyes, so excuse her for being a little anxious to talk to him.

“Who do you admire that so rudely didn’t show up?” the stranger asked with a quirk of his lips.

She shook her head. There was no way she could tell anyone that she was interested in the Prince, mask or not.

“Sorry, but I can’t tell you that, Chat Noir.”

She supposed it was a good nickname; it suited him considering his attire. Besides, she couldn’t keep mentally referring to him as a stranger or just simply ‘he’.

“Chat Noir, hm?” he repeated, a far-away look appearing in his eyes as he stared above her head, a finger tapping chin in thought.

He grinned, returning his attention to her.

“I like it. Although I suppose you need a nickname now, too. How about…” he trailed off, inspecting her up and down to determine the perfect moniker. Abruptly he snapped his fingers, something that Marinette didn’t understand how he accomplished, considering he wore black gloves.

“Ladybug!” he exclaimed, smiling widely. “For your red dress and black mask. And it’s also perfect since black cats are a symbol of bad luck while ladybugs are for good luck. We’re like yin and yang, my Lady.”

The last two words rolled off his tongue in such an alluring way that caused the Lady’s heartbeat to momentarily quicken. With a light dusting of pink on her cheeks, she slightly shook her head, dismissing the sudden spike of attraction for him. ‘Chat Noir’ was just a charmingly amusing character, one that she didn’t romantically admire.

“Ladybug,” she echoed aloud, pursing her lips as she considered the potential identity. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that she seemingly decided, presenting Chat a coy smirk. “I like it.”

He mirrored her expression with a gleeful gleam of his own in his eyes.

“I knew you would,” he boasted in jest, straightening his shoulders and raising his chin in the air, giving off the appearance of a conceited aristocrat. She smiled and rolled her eyes when he placed a flattered hand over his heart. “Since everyone loves my ideas.”

“Really? And who would ‘everyone’ be?” she asked sarcastically, playing his game. “The other stray tomcats in the village?”

“My Lady, whoever said I was a stray? For all you know, I could be of royal pedigree.” His lips curved into a strangely unsettling smirk, as though he knew something she didn’t. “For all you know, I could be the Crown Prince!”

Marinette laughed, making sure to quickly press her lips together as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying to politely cover up the loud chortles. After all, it was rude for a well-bred lady to have her mouth wide open in laughter. Women were supposed to be demure and polite, always looking at their best.

She hated this social construct, yet she was doomed to follow through with its requirements anyway.

Once her giggles died down, she turned to face the grinning feline again.

“I’ve met Prince Adrien before, and I can confidently say that you’re nothing like him.”

“Indeed?” he remarked, almost sly.

“Yes, indeed,” she insisted with another giggle. “Prince Adrien isn’t like you at all.”

“And if he was? Would you admire him any less?”

Marinette visibly flinched, taken aback by his conclusion. With disbelieving eyes and reddened cheeks, she ducked her head down to avoid his eyes. How did he realize she had feelings for the Prince? This was bad, very bad…if he knew who she was he could tell Adrien, and then Adrien would never love her back and word would spread and she would become the laughing stock of the entire kingdom! She would be lonely for the rest of her life and die an old maid, while Adrien would pick a beautiful and worthy princess to marry…

She forced herself to take a deep breath through her nose.

Relax, Marinette. Maybe you could convince him that he’s wrong.

With that mental pep talk, she straightened her shoulders and faced him again.

“I don’t admire him, well, not more so than anyone else. I don’t admire him in the sense that you’re thinking of.”

“Really? Because from what I hear you do admire him, more so than anyone else.” He smirked wickedly, eliciting a nervous gulp from the stiffening maiden.

“H-How-?”

“The ‘how’ isn’t important,” he quickly dismissed with a careless wave of his hand. “What matters is the ‘why’. Why do you fancy Prince Adrien?” He clasped his hands behind his back before walking in front of her line of vision. She was positive that if they were alone, he’d be circling her like a hawk about to catch its prey.

“Is it for his riches? His looks? His palace? Or is it simply a matter of competition, in which you must win the grand prize?”

Marinette narrowed her eyes. Nevermind that this cocky feline somehow knew who she was (he didn’t say her name, but he had heard of her feelings for Prince Adrien, so therefore he must know her identity), but how dare he assume her affections were based on purely artificial things?

“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence,” she informed him, her tone hard as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“So it is true, then?” he guessed with a bitter grin, followed by a scoff. “I guess our dear Prince will forever be resigned to a life without true love. Pity, I heard he was interested in quite a lovely woman, too. Warm, kind, a bit clumsy, but beautiful inside and out. Tis a shame, although I suppose it’s very well that he caught himself before he fell completely.”

Marinette was now glaring daggers where Chat Noir stood, her teeth bared in an infuriated snarl. She ignored the jab to her heart from his mention of another woman that Prince Adrien was interested in, instead focusing her anger on his grave mistakes of her character.

“Now you listen here, Chat Noir,” she spat, pointing a finger to his chest. “My feelings for Prince Adrien are real, and not based on his title, or his riches, or looks. I didn’t even like him until I saw how kind, forgiving, and generous he could be. I love him for who he is as a person, not for what he could afford or what he could give me.”

She took a deep breath, her fury beginning to simmer.

“And while I know I have no chance of him ever returning my feelings,” she continued in a much less hostile tone than before, bordering on disheartened acceptance, “I just want to make it clear that I do truly care for him…even if he loves someone else.”

The man in front of her stared seemingly in awe at her words. His green eyes were blown wide as his cheeks gradually shifted into a rosy color. For a few, tense seconds all he could seem to do was peer at her with an emotion Marinette couldn’t place, his reaction garnering her confusion.

Why was he looking at her as if seeing her for the first time? It caused a shiver to run down her spine, a good thing or a bad thing, she wasn’t certain.

At last, he appeared to snap out of his self-induced trance, a corner of his mouth curling up in a fond smile.

“I apologize for making such inaccurate assumptions of your feelings, My Lady. I see now that I was in the wrong.”

He held out a gloved hand to her.

“Would you allow me to make it up to you with a dance?”

Marinette pursed her lips, not relenting on the glower she sent his way.

“How is a dance with you going to make it up to me?”

“Well, I’ve been told I’m an excellent dancer,” he boasted, shooting her a wink. “And I’ve been trained since early childhood in the art.” His smile faltered as his expression shifted from cheekiness to remorseful. “I really am sorry for making those false accusations about you. It was completely unjustified. Can you forgive me?”

Marinette sighed, her features relaxing in the process.

She supposed she could understand where he was coming from, since most girls only wanted Prince Adrien for his title or looks. How was he to know that she was different, that she didn’t care about that stuff?

Well, she did consider him to be the most handsome, gorgeous man she ever saw, but that wasn’t why she liked him.

Anyway, Chat was just making a conclusion most likely based on the Prince’s numerous, other female admirers. He was also quick to apologize once she informed him on how wrong he was.

She was set on dancing with Prince Adrien and him alone for the night, but it was obvious that he wasn’t going to show up. And, she’s been itching to dance…

“Alright, Chat Noir, I will dance with you. But you must promise me something first.”

A part of his forehead rose. She guessed he was raising an eyebrow at her request.

“And that would be?”

Her blue eyes hardened.

“You must promise not to tell Prince Adrien about my feelings for him. Swear to me you won’t!”

Chat looked baffled at her demand.

“But why-?”

“Because!” she hissed, pointing at him for emphasis. “He’ll reject me and then everyone will find out and then I’ll become the laughing stock of this kingdom for thinking I ever had a chance with him and then I’ll never be able to leave my house again! So do not tell him, understand?”

Chat, to her surprise and indignation, had the audacity to chuckle.

“I don’t know why you think he’ll reject you, you are a lovely woman.”

When she only blinked at his enunciation of the words, oblivious as to what he was getting at, he closed his eyes and sighed for a brief moment.

“Regardless,” he continued after he opened his eyes, flashing her a grin. “I won’t tell him. Cat’s honor.”

He placed his right hand over his heart as he made the vow, at the same time he raised his left in the air.

While she was skeptical of the sly expression he wore, he did promise not to tell Prince Adrien. She mentally scoffed, figuring he only had that look because he was only going to tease her throughout the night for her feelings.

“Very well, chaton. I’ll dance with you.”

His eyes shined with satisfaction, looking very much like the cat that got the cream.

The next day, after the hype from the ball had long ago worn off, Lady Marinette was pleasantly surprised to receive a letter addressed solely to her. She figured it to be from Alya, no doubt in order to berate her for leaving her to dance with a stranger.

The thought made her giggle before she accepted the note from the servant.

Only for the amusement to immediately die down once she observed just where the letter came from. With wide eyes and a new, nervous rhythm of her heart, she broke the wax seal and flipped the paper open.

Dear Lady Marinette,

I hope you are having a wonderful morning. I apologize for not being able to attend the ball your family hosted last night, for I was caught up with other duties. I hope you are able to find it in your kind heart to forgive me.

If you were not at all busy today, I was wondering if you would perhaps consider spending the afternoon with me at the palace. Besides having lunch and strolling around the grounds together, there is something I would like to ask of you.

This request is for you, and you alone, My Lady. Of course, you are free to decline, either the request or the visit, or even both if you so wish. Although, I will be honest with you, in that I very much hope you decide to come.

If you do wish to visit, please send word soon after you have made your decision. If not, please kindly disregard this note and I shall never bring up the subject again.

Sincerely Yours,

Adrien, Crown Prince of France

“Marinette?” Sabine asked whilst entering the dining room. Her head tilted in confusion upon seeing her daughter’s flustered state. “Are you alright? Who is that letter from?”

But her daughter couldn’t answer, for she promptly swooned and fell right out of her chair.


Don’t worry, she was fine and able to go to the palace xD

jealous | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

prompt: 28- “shut up, just shut up!”

a/n: this is work of my newest lil bean co-owner davina!! please leave a warm message in our ask box or down below so she knows you guys are loving her work!! leave request my babies!!

it’s been two months since Reggie and I started dating, two truly beautiful months.

we’ve been best friends since the kindergarten so we practically grew up together, even though our families hated each other for unknown reasons.

because of that, we decided to keep our whole relationship as a secret. so the two of us were happy, at least for a while.

it was Sunday night and as a weirdo that I am, I spent it watching my favorite horror movies. Suddenly, I heard tapping on my window. I hurriedly stood up and grabbed my flashlight.

“Who… who is it?” I stuttered.

“Michael Myers” I heard a familiar voice. It was my beloved significant other, Reginald Mantle.

“Reggie?!” I was upset and creeped out.

“What on earth are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Now, now, can I come in or not?” He said trough laughter. I quickly dragged him inside my room, trying not to wake up my parents.

“So? What is so important, Mantle?”

“Look" he sighed

“Will you come to the match tomorrow night?”

“The football match?“ he nodded. 

“Reggie… I don’t think we…” “Y/N…”

“My parents will be there!” I halfshouted

“I’m sick of these secrets, Y/N! You are my girlfriend, my soulmate. I would kill for you, I would take you on a journey to heaven and show you to the angels. I care about you more than I care about their reaction.”

he grabbed my hand “please” he whispered

I was truly touched with his words, so I decided to say yes to the match.

“Fine.” I sighed

‘What could possibly go wrong?’ I thought. well, I wasn’t right.

I spent the whole day thinking about the match and my boyfriend. I hoped that my parents won't be there, regardless to the fact that my older brother was in the team too.

“Y/N?”

unexpectedly my best friend, Veronica approached me

I met Veronica last year and we have been friends since then. Best friends, actually. In attempt to grab my coffee, she realized that I was in fact wearing a Riverdale Bulldogs shirt underneath my denim jacket.

“You are not going to that match, right?”

“I am, actually.”

Even though we were besties, I haven’t told her about my relationship with Reggie.

“You… have some something you wish to tell me?” Crap, she knew me well. She knew I was hiding something.

I shook my head “No, I do not.”

That was a terrible mistake.

It was finally 6:30PM. I grabbed my phone along with my car keys and left the family house.

i was terrified and excited at the same time. The stands were full, this surely was an important match for the Bulldogs. All of a sudden, Veronica appeared in front of me.

“Veronica?” I gasped.

“What… what are you doing here?" "I'm a cheerleader, silly” she laughed.

the situation was getting worse and worse “Are… are my parents here?” I asked the raven haired girl in front of me

“Oh yeah. They are with your brother in the changing room.” Boom. That was it. It always gets worse.

“Veronica… I have to tell you somet….”

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the annual Riverdale High vs Kingsley High match.” I was cut off by the host.

“Listen, I gotta go. See you later, okay?” She kissed my cheek and ran away to her River Vixens.

I quickly sat on my seat in the stands, waiting for my boyfriend to appear.

I saw my parents, sitting there, without even noticing me. My anxiety hit me.

Suddenly, a strange group of boys in lather jackets sat next to me. I couldn't recognize them, they weren't from our school.

“Hello there, beautiful” One of them spoke, grabbing my shoulder.

“I… I'm not” I was fearful. I tried to pull down his hand

“… and now we welcome the Riverdale Bulldogs and our one and only, River Vixens!”

“I have a boyfriend” I whispered, my voice was shaky. On spur of moment, the Bulldogs appeared, with my boyfriend in the first row.

“He doesn't have to know, babe” He tried to press his lips against mine.

“No!” I slapped him. That caught my boyfriend's eye.

“Hey!” Reggie said to the guy next to me.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

“What do you think you're doing?”

He was furious. The guy in the lather jacket stood up.

“Reggie…” I tried to calm him down. The whole crowd, including my parents, was staring.

“If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend, I will murder your ass!"  He said with anger in his voice. Tears started forming in my eyes.

Everybody started clapping and cheering "Reggie?!” I whispered.

“My… OUR parents, we cannot…”

“Shut up, just shut up.”

He sensually kissed me and the clapping became even louder.  I saw my parents, sitting there, laughing and clapping with the rest of the crowd.

I was happy, for the first time in my life, I was actually happy. I loved Reggie, the way his eyes met mine. He surely was a jealous type, but if you weren't jealous every once in a while, you wouldn't be in love.

anonymous asked:

This sounds weird but could you give some advice to other fanfiction writers? You're really good. 💕

oh my goooooooood where are all you lovely people coming from tonight?? 

alrighty, let’s give this a go!

Fanfic Tips:

Character Motivation

This is my biggest thing. You should always, at any given moment, know what every character in a scene wants. What they want is going to dictate how they act and react to things. Without characters wanting things, nobody ever does anything, and your fic doesn’t exist. 

When characters have different motivations and have to come together, magic happens. And as characters develop, their motivations change. 

Great example?

what Luke wants (general motivation: freedom -> The Right Thing): to get off his uncle’s farm and get to go be with his friends at the academy -> to be a Jedi and fight for the rebellion -> to learn more but also keep his friends safe -> to redeem his father.

what Leia wants (general motivation: fight Empire): to get the Death Star plans to the rebel base and find Obi-Wan Kenobi -> to not be in the Empire’s clutches -> to blow up the Death star -> to not be in the Empire’s clutches -> to save Han -> to blow up the other Death Star 

what Han wants (general motivation: self-preservation -> protect friends): to get his hands on some money so that he doesn’t get killed by a mob boss -> to escape the empire -> to help the rebellion/keep his friends safe

(Obi-Wan, meanwhile, pretty much just wants to keep Luke safe, and help the rebellion if he can.)

All different, all interweaving, most of them changing as the characters are influenced by others, and learn and grow. 

So yeah. You gotta know this shit about your characters - it’s crucial. 

Tip? If you’re unsure about whether you know what they want, try making a list of all the important characters in your fic (and then potentially do this with most scenes, briefly) and work out what their main motivation/what they want is. Just…in general. In life. And then, once you’re in a scene, see how this plays into what they want in this exact moment, and how they’re going to go about trying to get it. 

Know Your Source Material

You don’t have to be an expert in your fandom to write fanfic, but the more you know, the easier it is to move through the world and build a story, because you know where you’re going and how things work. Wikis are your friend, especially when working in big universes like DW or SW. (Like, hell, I might know a lot about DW, and feel very comfortable in that universe, but I still find myself on the TARDIS Index File all the time, checking little random things. It’s a damn godsend, and every fandom has a wiki.)

Your Characters Are Just People

Make sure you let your characters fuck up once in a while. They’re fallible beings, they’re going to make rash decisions that backfire, they’re going to try something and fail, they’re going to say the wrong thing and piss somebody off. They’re going to maybe mean well but fuck up majorly, and that’s okay, that’s good. Let them apologise, let them learn from the consequences, let the healing of a wound in a relationship bring the people closer together. 

And yes, this still goes for characters that almost never do anything wrong, or are all ‘holier than thou’. They are still gonna go about some things the wrong way. 

Planning Is Good, But Be Flexible 

In my experience, while some people lean heavily towards one or the other, appropriate use of planning or gardening can depend heavily on what kind of story you’re writing. 

When writing more action based storylines, I’ve found it’s very easy to get stuck in the middle of them - you get the characters into a mess and get stuck for a month not knowing how to get them out. This is where planning tends to be handy. A good way of not getting stuck is to plan it all out in little increments, so there’s not too much room to get stuck. Also, plotting from the back. Start at the end. Works really well a lot of the time. 

If planning works for you, plan as much as you want. But, always, always, be ready to change something, if you try a bit of gardening and end up somewhere different to where you expected to be. Always follow what feels right over sticking with a plan. 

Gardening aka Let The Characters Take The Lead

…this is fanfic. Let’s be honest, we know that most of it is juicy interpersonal stuff. So while planning is all well and good, I think gardening works a lot better. When writing the maths teacher fic, I went in pretty much blind. I had a couple of vague ideas of what I wanted to achieve, but I also wanted the relationship I was developing to be as absolutely genuine/believable as possible (which, according to the general consensus, it is). 

The way to do that?

Don’t try and force things between the characters. Sometimes you might start a scene with a particular moment in mind, and that’s all good, but for me personally, I’ve found that you tend to get results that are more organic by simply going into a scene blind and seeing what the characters do. You should still, hopefully, have an idea of what you want to happen, but the characters and their ways of reacting to things should always come first. 

Seriously, if you’ve got the characterisation down, they’ll do the hard work for you. 

Maybe they’ll get to where you wanted, maybe they won’t. But it’s actually a really fun ride, doing it this way. When are they going to kiss? When are they going to fuck? Who knows? Not me! How could I know, when I haven’t yet seen/created the unique and particular path of events that gets them to that point? 

Like, I went into a chapter once, intending for a child character to kill a guy. But when it came to writing the scene, I just wasn’t quite sure if she would actually do it, even with her evil psychopathic mother egging her on. So I gave the kid the reins/gun, and sat back to see what happened. She ended up shooting him non-fatally, only for him to be killed by the vaguely disappointed mother instead. I was like “oh, okay, cool, that works”. 

Garden. Have fun letting the characters surprise you!

Dialogue

Dialogue is the make or break of a story, really. And the trick to dialogue is to make it authentic, and give the characters their own unique voices. 

First one is simple. Make sure the dialogue sounds like how people actually talk. Anyone who has read any of my fics knows that I use “-” and “…” and “um” and “uh” liberally. That’s because humans, modern day ones at least, aren’t always the most eloquent of creatures. We mumble and say the wrong thing, or get distracted halfway through, or forget what we were going to say, and hesitate when we’re unsure (even posh, eloquent characters, they just do it less and use bigger words in between). Let the characters do this. 

Saying the dialogue out loud will help a lot. Also, you could also try verbally paraphrasing a conversation from the fic to a friend, and you’ll likely find some of the dialogue coming out a lot more casually/authentically. 

As for giving the characters their own unique voices, that’s just down to knowing your canon and being in tune with the characters, which is a crucial thing but unfortunately not something I can really give advice on, you’ve gotta get those in your head on your own. 

Details Matter

Different details matter in different stories. And getting them wrong can really break the immersion.

If you’re writing characters that come from a different place to you, make sure you know how people from that place talk! Americans, don’t you fucking dare have a British character call somebody ‘Mom’, it breaks the immersion completely and makes me want to punch something. It’s ‘Mum’, for anyone from UK/Aus/NZ. And same with Brits writing American characters, but the other way around. This goes for any UK/US/Aus/NZ/Canada language difference. Find out what your character calls things.

Working details out can seem unnecessary, or going over the top, but honestly, half the time you realise that you’ve gone and got something wrong, and next thing you know the entire plot has a gaping hole in it, or a character doesn’t know something they got told three months back, but you forgot about it. 

Like, okay, I have a day by day plan of the timeline of the maths teacher fic (and, going forward, its general universe), because I was trying to weave in all this original material through the show canon (and now, write several stories/oneshot set at the same time within that verse, focused on different characters/things), and if I hadn’t done that, I would have royally fucked myself over multiple times. 

I’m not saying everyone has to make a timeline that detailed, because for a lot of stories it wouldn’t be remotely necessary, but it was for this particular one. 

But just details in general. Do your research, check that thing on the wiki, get specific with details about a character, even if they’re just a minor one (though maybe stick to just one or two details, in this case). 

This kind of goes along with show, don’t tell. Like you could tell the readers blatantly that a character loves a thing, or you could talk about how they wearing clothing printed with the thing and have them jabbering on about it excitedly, you know? 

Don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need information!

Seek out people who are experts in something you need to know about. This might be kink (bless the friends I’ve made through fic in the last six months or so, who have helped me in this area), or something specific to their country’s society/culture/choice of words for a certain thing. 

Also, if you’re trying to add diversity in your fics, and you hopefully should be, ask friends or people on Tumblr from within the group you’re trying to include to get information! Want to write a trans guy? Go find a trans guy to talk to about it! (I did this with a demigirl character recently, and got about four or five really helpful people more than happy to give me the info I was looking for, they were really excited about the prospect of demigirl characters existing at all.) It’s really easy to add in background diversity regardless of what fandom you’re writing for, and it can make a lot of difference to any readers who find themselves unexpectedly represented, even if only in a minor or one time character. 

In Conclusion:

Know your characters, and what they want, and how they talk. Let them lead the story, because they’re why you’re here, and doing all this. Give them real and imperfect voices and qualities, and let them make mistakes and apologise.

And do your research, so you get the details right.

I hope this helped! Now, go forth and write!

(And have fun! That’s the other big rule. Do it out of love, make yourself laugh, just have fun with it!) 

anonymous asked:

hey !! ok so im like super late in joining the snk fandom (ooops) but i am getting super into ereri and was just wondering if you know of any cool fantasy/magic au fics? sorry to bother you, but i know you've been in the fandom for a while now!!

Oh man this list kind of got too long for me and somehow i still feel like i’ve forgotten so many so if anyone notices a fic that should be on here but isn’t, feel free to add it on ^_^

(These are in no particular order btw)


The Wolf and the Mountain - @bfketh
Summary: Levi didn’t really care what people thought he was - demon, spirit, or god - as long as they left him alone.That is until one winter’s day, when a snow storm deposits an injured wolf-spirit practically on his doorstep.

Time Deprives all but Memories - @appleapplepeach
Summary: Living in a future in which survival is their only victory Levi wonders if there can be anything left to lose.Offered a chance to make things right, he discovers that everything has a price…

The Choice - @appleapplepeach
Summary:  After their return from Shinganshina the survivors are doing their best to pick up the pieces. When someone intrudes on their fragile peace, will it be an opportunity–or disaster?

The Gate of the North - @appleapplepeach
Summary: Everyone knows the Survey Corp is the laughingstock of the military, a place for crackpots and weirdos. It doesn’t have the prestige of the MP or the security of the Garrison. The only people who join are people who can’t fit into modern society.It’s been Eren’s dream to join since childhood. Flunking out of school prevents him from attending military college, and he drifts along in life, ignoring his friends’ encouragement to go back to school or start a career.Levi is the gatekeeper of the Northern Gate, the most important (and most troublesome) gate that keeps the human world safe from interference and invasion. When he receives a letter from his cousin asking him to take on her friend for a summer apprenticeship he agrees against his better judgement.Neither of them is expecting the end of the world.

The Strange and the Usual - lalazee
Summary:  When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there’s no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?

Be her Valentine - @raindrop-rouge
Summary:  Levi’s not all that great at being a Cupid’s Angel, but Valentine’s Day is the perfect opportunity to redeem himself. It would go a lot better if Eren’s plans for the Angels’ most important day didn’t go directly against his though.

Witch’s Vein and Blood Stains - @monsoondownpour
Summary:  The Survey Corps is in dire need of a new witch after a tragic mission gone wrong resulted in their last ones death. Eren is still young and green as far as witches go, but he has raw talent and a curious mastery over wilderness that Levi can’t help but be drawn to. When circumstances conspire to pit the squad against the same adversary that took Ilse barely a year ago, will they be able to handle the challenge a second time round?

Forbidden Fruit - @monsoondownpour
Summary:  A collection of stories from my Greek Mythology AU where Eren is Persephone, Levi is Hades, and I’ll make everything else up as I go.

Demons and Darkness - @sciencefictioness
Summary:  Levi is a scout, and protects his village day and night from feral yokai, demon like creatures who feast on human flesh. When the chieftan of his village is killed by the beasts, Levi’s father takes over, putting him next in line to lead his people. All Levi wants to do is watch over Mitras with his blade, fighting along side his teacher, who he has been in love with all his life. When he discovers that Erwin is getting married, he heads off into the woods alone to drink and slay demons, trying to forget. He never expects to summon from the darkness a yokai of his own.

A Bird in the Hand - @mongoose-bite
Summary: Little ever changes in the Underworld, and few visit, but the arrival of a single songbird foretells a coming change for both the Underworld and its god, Eren.Spring is here.

Bemused! - @mongoose-bite
Summary: When an artist struggles with his art, sometimes Fate takes pity on him, and sends him a muse.Whether he wants one or not.

Magic does not Make a Garden - @mongoose-bite
Summary: Levi grows his garden peacefully on the edge of the desert, until the day he finds a boy with wings dying of exhaustion and takes him in.

Shooting Unicorns through your Heart - @emiza
Summary:  Eren is a magical girl. He is also very embarrassed over this fact, and the pink and rainbow fluffiness of his outfit, and would rather die than to let anyone see him in his magica glory.
Which is what happens when he climbs into the wrong window at night.

I am the Ocean - @emiza
Summary: Ägir and Ran, brother and sister, were the god and goddess of the ocean. They guarded over the brave Vikings upon their waves, caught them when they fell into deep waters and collected long lost treasures in their names. But as time passed and new gods were born, the world no longer needed the old ones.What happens to gods no one believes in?

Wake Up - @emiza
Summary:  Eren dreamwalks in his sleep and invades people’s dreams by accident. He usually can avoid alerting the dreamer of his presence, but one day he’s caught by a mysterious man whose touch feels like fire. However, the man only thinks of Eren as a figment of his imagination.

A Warm Breath - @ryuusea
Summary: “You’re a human child, aren’t you. You mustn’t touch me then, or I’ll disappear.“One summer when visiting his Uncle Erwin out in the countryside, Eren befriends a mysterious masked man who lives in the forest. They promise to meet every summer from then on.In other words, a story told through summers, year by year, of Eren being a (cute) brat, Levi dealing with said brat, and all the fluff, awkwardness, and strange feelings that come with growing up, despite the limitations placed on their interactions.

Starboy - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary:  In 1996, my boyfriend Eren Jaeger was abducted. In 2014, he suddenly reappeared. Only, he’s still sixteen and what’s more, he doesn’t remember anything that happened to him during his disappearance. This is a story about first loves, humanity, and maybe-alien boyfriends.

The Stag in the Dark - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary: After a high school hazing prank goes awry, Eren is forced to work at local “witch” Levi’s knitting shop.

Halocline - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary:  A lousy vacation puts Eren’s life at jeopardy when he goes for a midnight surf and gets caught in a storm only to be saved by a mysterious creature. Eren tries to communicate with his new friend but it’s hard when you don’t speak fish.

Welcome to the Jungle - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary: Eren and his crew run heists on magical dispensaries, stealing goods to perform illegal spells until one day things don’t go as planned…

Castle Ghost - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary: King’s knight Levi Ackerman comes across a mysterious, seemingly abandoned castle. Eren and friends deal with a meticulous, neat-freak ghost.

Joy to the World - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary: Pastel!Eren and Punk!Levi are the last two people on Earth. So they go to the mall.

The Perfect Temperature for Tea - @missmichellebelle
Summary: "I’m a witch.““Like Harry Potter?” A wry smile twists Levi’s lips as he mimes waving a wand. “Wingardium leviosa.”

Stowaway - @onewhositswiththeturtles
Summary:  Levi is the Captain of The Captain’s Killer, the most dreaded pirate ship in all the Caribbean, which hunts its bounty with ruthless efficiency. For years Captain Levi has dodged the Navy’s most decorated Commander, Erwin, and his attempts at sinking Levi’s ship and coercing him into sailing under the Navy’s banner. It seems that Levi will continue sailing the seas as he pleases, answering to no one but the mood of the winds, until a stowaway with a few secrets of his own ends up on his ship and throws everything in disarray.

And then there’s one of mine, Wicked Grace
Summary: “Please take this seriously,” Armin reprimanded. “The game is like Wicked Grace - played to the death. You must never reveal your cards. When you meet the Empress, the eyes of the whole court will be upon you. You’re safer in the fade with Fear demons.”

anonymous asked:

Hey! So idk if you're taking requests but on the off chance that you are, do you have any more headcanons for the YouTube au? I enjoyed the first one sooo much and now I'm way too invested - like would Marinette ever make a channel? Alya? Nino? (P.s. Congrats on finishing tangled ribbons dude!!! It was unbelievably cute and well written and fun and ahhh I've got a lot of love for it!)

YEAH MY DUDE I LOVE THIS AU LETS DO THIS!!!

(i had a bunch of these written down a While Ago but i forgot about them rip im sorry) also??? i cant believe i finished tangled ribbons?? constantly in awe that thats done 

part one

  • adrien covering ed sheeran songs
    • this is super random but i think it’s important
    • (this was written before the new album but my point stands)
  • nino helps adrien set up a better mic system once he finds out about the youtube thing
    • it becomes a Thing™️️ where they get together and talk about tech and adrien will film a video or two and then they’ll sit on the couch and watch movies or binge anime and pig out on ice cream
    • they keep doing it once adrien is just as well versed in audio equipment as nino is
  • nino geeks out over adrien’s camera
  • adrien totally gets the camera that ninos been eying for ages when he needs to replace his, because nino helps him with recording so often. nino almost cries when he first holds it

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Voltron saves a planet, and the people of the planer decide to throw a huge event in honor of Voltron heroism. The team goes down and schmoozes, meets the king and the king’s lover and the generals and lords and yada yada yada. Everyone is having a good time.

The team notices, eventually, there is a shadow following one of the more handsome generals around. She hadn’t noticed yet, but the team has. Keith and Lance go to investigate, and to their surprise it’s the Princess.

She’s a short thing, wearing thick spectacles and face covered in her race’s equivalent to freckles, a little chubby cheeked with her long hair hanging around her face like a curtain. The moment she realizes that Keith and Lance had caught her following the general she starts stuttering and appologizing and the two boys notice that she has a lisp.

“Uh, I mean, you ARE kinda the princess,” Keith awkwardly says, trying to calm the distraught girl down. “You aren’t really doing anything wrong?”

“Why were you following the general, anyway?”

And the girl goes quiet for a moment before softly admitting to having a crush. “B-but she’s so strong and perfect and beautiful,” she says, lips trembling, “and I’m just…me.”

“What!?” Lance exclaims. “You’re not JUST YOU.”

“But I am!” she cries. “I’m fat and covered in spots and I’m blind and I can’t talk right and - what sort of princess am I? Princesses are supposed to be perfect!”

Keith starts to feel a out of place - he’s never had to comfort a crying girl before, especially not one as heart sick as this one. But, to his surprise, Lance kneels down in front of the girl and gently takes her hands.

“But you ARE perfect, Princess. Just the way you are. So what if you’re a little bigger? There’s just more of you to love.” He squeezes her hands, and she sniffles but smiles.

“So what if you have spots? They’re just spots - and they’re kinda like stars mapped out on your skin. You’re your own constellation.” He bops her on the nose, and she giggles.

“So what if you’re blind? That’s not a weakness, it’s a part of you and what makes you, you. I bet everyone’s jealous of how you pull off those glasses of yours.” He carefully pushes the glassed fully on her face and she raises and hand to help him adjust them.

“And so what if you have a lisp? It’s frankly adorable, Princess, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He brushes her hair out of her face and behind a fin and she beams.

“You’re perfect, Princess. Just the way you are.”

Keith watches in amazement as, not minutes later, Lance leads a shy but determined princess over to the handsome general. And then the two of them watch on in awe as the general smiles, takes one of those small hands in hers and kisses the knuckles.

“How’d you…”

“Hm?”

“How’d you do that?” Keith asks, baffled.

“What?” Lance scoffs. “That was nothing.”

“No way. The Princess was…and you just - and now they’re dancing!”

Lance shrugs, cheeks a light shade of pink and a grin on his face. “Seriously, it was nothing,” he says. “Just a nudge. All she needed was a confidence boost.”

“But…” Keith struggled to find the words. “Now they’re DANCING.”

Lance only laughs, and throughout the rest of the night Keith can only watch the other in amazement.

anonymous asked:

I don't want to bother you or stress you out if you're super busy, but can I request a Soulmate AU fic with Reader and Loki? I don't really have any specific plot ideas sorry but maybe some angst that ends fluffy? Hope that's ok for you 😊 Ps. You're an incredible writer x

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: Soulmate!AU in which you get the same injuries as your soulmate does.

A/N: thank you so much for that compliment, my love! I have to be honest, I was a little worried about this prompt, because I’m pretty much a grandma when it comes to soulmate AU’s. I literally just know a single one and I didn’t like that with loki and reader, but then I stumbled across this one and I just fell in love with it and yes, I’ll stop talking now lol. hope you like it bb <333

                                                          *****

You made your rounds through the compound right now, wishing everyone well in the fight against Thanos.

You were a scientist, not a soldier, so you had to stay put in the compound while some of your best friends might give their life today.

It was tearing you apart that you couldn’t do much more than wish them luck.

The last person on your list to make your farewells to was Loki.

He was standing in front of a giant window, distracted by the outside world.

You slowly approached him and gently placed a hand on his arm, trying not to startle him. If it was even possible to startle an Asgardian god.

“Loki?”

He continued to look out of the window.

“It’s about to start.”

“Yeah. I know,” you lowered your hand and looked outside as well. After a moment of silence you looked at him again. “Promise me to be careful?”

The Asgardian only smiled a little. But it wasn’t a sincere one. You could tell right away.

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anonymous asked:

as far as fic prompts go would you be interested in like platonic or family shit because I goddamn love your writing and really want to see something along the lines of 'Percy watches vex die again, and she comes back and it's all fine, but it brings up his goddamn deep issues with his sister because he realizes just how much he still blames himself for her getting taken by the briarwoods and he and cassandra have a nICE LONG CONVERSATION.' because that would be great. if you're interested.

CASSANDRA AND PERCY ACTUALLY TALKING? BOY I AM THE MOST INTERESTED IN THAT


Cassandra is sitting in the library, trying and failing to focus on reports she should have read days ago. She hates to admit it, but it’s always harder for her concentrate when her brother is off somewhere with Vox Machina. They’re not even supposed to be doing anything dangerous this time but it’s impossible not to remember Percy coming back to Whitestone covered in his own blood - or worse.

She’s still grateful that Vox Machina had already resurrected Percy by the time she’d made it to the temple because she genuinely doesn’t know what she would have done if she’d been faced with his corpse.

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roarofdragon  asked:

+And here is where come my new request(?) I would like to see Shiro angry, maybe at the camp someone's still saying things about Keith or does something that makes Keith feel bad and Shiro losts his pacience and face all in the camp? Other way, they're facing strong criatures and one of them manages to hurt Keith pretty bad and Shiro losts control and shows how powerfull he is?! * I'm excited about this * I'm Dei by the way(?) Last thing, you're such an awesome person<3)

[Voltron PJO AU] Shiro was walking towards the Big House to discuss some things with Coran when he spotted Keith leaving the place. Delighted to see his boyfriend, he jogged up to meet the son of Hades.

“Keith!” Shiro greeted, giving Keith a kiss on the cheek and enveloping him into a hug that could’ve probably crushed someone’s bone.

“Oh, hey,” Keith smiled weakly. “I… I have to go help Hunk with something.” He separated himself from Shiro, pushing him away.

As Keith was about to leave, Shiro quickly grabbed his hands and asked, “You’re still up for later by the beach?”

“Yeah,” Keith slowly said.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then?” Shiro gave Keith’s hand a gentle squeeze before the younger one left him.

Something was wrong with Keith and Shiro didn’t like seeing how it affected him. He’d have to find out what was troubling his best friend after his meeting with Coran. Inside there was Pidge and Allura and their meeting began. As soon as they were heading out, Shiro pulled Pidge to the side to ask her if she knew anything about what happened to Keith when he was inside the Big House.

“They are scared of him,” Allura answered instead, clearly hearing Shiro’s question.

“What do you mean? Is this still about his Dad coming here—”

“You know what he could do, Shiro. He’s too powerful, he obliterated a group of chimeras all in one go. A lot of demigods believed he was the one who ripped your arm off.” Allura explained.

“What?! That’s not true!” Shiro protested and he felt Pidge squeeze his arm to calm him down. “Keith’s wasn’t the one who—”

“Shiro, we know,” Pidge reassured him. “We know that, but the others wouldn’t believe it, especially since they know what Keith’s capable of. It’s easy for them to believe he was ruthless enough to take your arm. A rumour was spreading that he did that because you were breaking up with him.”

Shiro blinked in disbelief. “What? That’s so messed up! We’re still together and,” his shoulders sagged down as he looked down on the floor with a sad expression. “I would never break up with Keith, I love him too much to do that.”

Pidge blushed and cleared her throat. “Gods, you guys are so sappy. Keith said the same thing a while ago.” She nudged Shiro, “why don’t you go and find him now, lover boy. He’s probably being emo somewhere.” 

Shiro left them and he wandered around looking for Keith. He wasn’t in his usual spots, so Shiro only thought of one place. He flew up and spotted a boy with raven black hair, sitting on the rock by the beach. His smile grew and he flew towards the brooding boy who probably might be in need of a hug.

“A son of Hermes said that the reason you’re only with me was because I’m too clingy and I forced you to be my boyfriend because either you become my lover or you die,” Keith said as soon as Shiro floated beside him, not even looking at the newcomer. 

Shiro frowned and as soon as his foot touched the rock Keith was sitting on, his best friend continued, “A daughter of Aphrodite said I was too ugly to be with the handsome son of Zeus and that you were wasting your time with me because I refuse to do it with you.”

Shiro understood why Keith and him didn’t have that conversation. Keith just wasn’t into that ever since and Shiro respected that. He would never force Keith to do something he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Keith,” Shiro softly said, sitting down beside his boyfriend.

“I don’t care if they’re scared of what I can do, Shiro. I can’t help that. Dad gave those powers to me.” Keith said with his eyebrows knit. Then he pulled his legs closer to his chest and rest both his hands on top of his knees to hide his face as he softly whispered, “But I care enough to actually feel hurt knowing that the others don’t feel like I’m worthy to be with you.”

“Keith,” Shiro placed a hand on the boy’s back and caressed it. “You kn—”

“I know I’m not the most handsome boy out there,” Keith scoffed. “But being scrutinised about my looks, not taking into account how I fee—”

Their conversation got cut off when screams filled the air and Shiro looked up to see a dragon with many heads like the Hydra. It was the dragon, Ladon. And honestly? Shiro was just annoyed that they had to stop just because someone decided to drop in. Keith and Shiro looked at each other and Keith grabbed Shiro’s hand to shadow travel them near the ancient monster. The demigods tried to fight, not seeing any progress until the big three joined.

“Where’s Lance?” Keith shouted, eyes wandering trying to find the son of Poseidon until he found him near the tree beside Hunk. He looked at Shiro who nodded and flew them towards their friends.

“I want you to try and drown the dragon as long as you can, while Keith and I try to do what we can. Hunk, keep it distracted.” Shiro shouted orders. They got into work but so far nothing was working, it wasn’t until one of the dragon heads caught Keith by its mouth, crushing the son of Hades’ body in the process that Shiro could see blood spreading throughout his shirt.

Now Shiro was pissed. He clenched his fist as he flew in the air, dark stormy clouds surrounding him that might have alarmed the others but he didn’t care. Keith was hurt and Shiro wasn’t going to let that go. His whole body gathered sparks as he flew towards the dragon and sliced through one of its neck that held onto Keith. Immediately Hunk was there below to catch the son of Hades as the son of Zeus gathered all the lightning that he could, forming a really huge thunderbolt that could rival his own father’s. He threw it towards the dragon.

“Lance! Now!” Shiro shouted as Lance directed the water from the beach towards the creature, electrocuting it. 

Shiro wasn’t thinking clearly, he only had one thought in mind and that was to kill the creature that hurt Keith. So he threw more thunderbolts for each of the heads, and then clasping both of his hands together, he aimed at the dragon’s body and surged to it the highest voltage he could muster for what felt like an eternity—bright light temporary blinding a lot of demigods except for him—until he could see the the dragon slowly weakening, giving it one final blow causing it to disintegrate, blasting off a shock of energy towards the entire camp like what Keith had done to the chimeras. That should’ve made him weak considering he hadn’t known he could do that, but for some reason, he had too much energy left in him that he quickly flew towards where Keith was.

“Keith!” Shiro breathed out as he landed beside the body of his lover. He lowered his forehead to touch Keith’s, unaware that it electrocuted Keith—just a little—until Keith opened his eyes in shock.

“Oh gods! I’m sorry!” Shiro stared in horror, finally seeing he was still emitting some lightning sparks from his body.  “I… I don’t know how to turn it off?”

“Wow,” Keith coughed out weakly, giving him a smile. “Sparky.”

Shiro laughed, then he noticed the other campers stare at them in horror, still unable to comprehend what they had witnessed, some backing off. “Now that makes the two of us very dangerous. We’re The Power Couple.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Keith whispered as he closed his eyes with a smile as Shiro carried him towards the infirmary. 

bi-genius  asked:

Hi, I know you're not taking prompts so feel free to ignore this, but I was thinking a fix it where Kara and Alex (maybe after Maggie talks to her about it) actually talk about what happened between them with the whole Jeremiah thing? ("You're either part of the family or you're not.") On another note, I'm so sorry things suck at the moment, I'm thinking of you in this hard time. You deserve all the best things in life, I hope you know that. ❤ (again, feel free to ignore the prompt 😊)

Talk to her, Al.

She’d spent the night weeping in Maggie’s arms, spent the night alternating between gasping sobbed explanations of all that had happened throughout the day and allowing herself to be soothed by the strong arms and soft kisses of her girlfriend.

Maggie had said close to nothing for most of the night. Close to nothing beyond affirmations and reassurances and everything, everything, everything, that she knew, somehow, that Alex needed to hear.

But it was morning, now, and Alex’s eyes were still swollen, but they were dry, and she was slipping into DEO-mode, and she could handle a gentle nudge.

So once they both got to work, Maggie texted her two things. The first read You are amazing, Alex. Thank you for letting me be here for you. and the second, twenty minutes later, was Talk to her, Al.

How did you know I’m scared to talk to her?

I’m a detective, Agent Danvers.

The response made Alex smile helplessly.

You detect, do you?

That’s right, Danvers. Now go talk to your sister.

She does.

She finds her standing with James, his arm around her shoulder, no doubt as she tells him about yesterday, about Jeremiah and, probably, about Alex.

“Kara.”

Her little sister freezes with her back toward her, and James looks over Kara’s shoulder at Alex with deep sadness in his eyes. She tries to convey how sorry she is with the expression on her face, and maybe it works, or maybe James just understands how hard yesterday was – how hard today is going to be – for both Danvers girls, because he gives her a small, reassuring smile back.

“Yeah,” Kara says without turning around, and she knows she’s drying her tears. Her heart breaks, because these two don’t hide tears from each other.

“I’ll let you two talk,” James says softly as he squeezes Kara’s shoulders gently and steps away, touching Alex’s arm with a reassuring hand as he does.

“What do you want, Alex?” Kara asks without turning around, and Alex’s heart shreds. They’d worked together so well last night, so flawlessly. She’d hoped that meant they’d forgiven each other. That Kara had forgiven Alex.

She apparently was wrong.

Again.

“Kara, please.” She watches Kara sigh and turn around, arms folded across her chest, and it looks like she spent as much of the night crying as Alex did.

“Kara, I’m sorry. I… the things I said to you, they were… they were inexcusable. I failed as an agent yesterday, but more importantly, I… I failed as a sister.”

“So I’m back to being your sister now,” Kara observes, but her voice is more pained than cutting.

Alex steps forward and nods to herself. “I deserve that.” She forces herself to look into stormy blue eyes, blue eyes that have saved her life on more than one occasion; blue eyes that have been her home for so many years.

“Kara, you will always be my sister. You will always be my family. I don’t know what… I just wanted so badly for you to be wrong, I wanted – “

Her voice cracks and her face twists up, and she’s reminded forcibly of the dreadful day she told Kara that she, not J’onn, killed Astra.

“I’m sorry,” she squeaks, and Kara doesn’t hesitate. She takes her big sister into her arms and she rocks her, rocks her, rocks her.

“You just wanted him back,” she whispers as Alex grabs at her collared shirt, hard, messy, desperate.

“You just wanted him back, and I should’ve… I should have come to you, not Mon-El, not Winn, I just… I was trying to protect you, Alex, I…”

“I know you were, I – “

“You’re not alone in this, Alex. I know you felt alone yesterday. Like you were the only one on his side. But J’onn was fooled, too, and it… you are never alone, Alex. Never. I promise you.”

Alex pulls back and stares at Kara with streaming eyes.

“You’ve been feeling alone for a long time now, too.”

Kara freezes and tries to shake it off, but Alex knows her better.

She pokes the space between Kara’s eyebrows with a shaky finger.

“Crinkle,” she explains, and Kara huffs.

“James and Winn were wrong, Kara. They were wrong to lie to you, and I was wrong to let them. I encouraged them to tell you, sure, but it – you – we all failed you. And I wasn’t understanding with Livewire, and no one believed you about Lena, and I…I know you’ve been feeling alone, too. But you’re not, Kara. Ever. I will always be your big sister, and you will always be my person. You don’t have to be in a relationship with someone who constantly disrespects you to feel close to something, to feel needed, to feel close to all that you’ve lost. You have your family, Kara. You have me. Always.”

Kara’s lips are trembling and her body is starting to shake, and Alex just nods – like Maggie does whenever Alex is silently realizing something – and she pulls her back to her, pulls her close.

“I love you, Kara. You and me are always, always family. Alright?”

“Stronger together,” Kara chokes out as she grabs at the back of Alex’s uniform.

“Stronger together,” Alex whispers, because they are.

anonymous asked:

I'm really sad about something I don't understand and was hoping you could explain. Why do people block without giving a reason to? I don't why it first seems like it's all going so well then the next you're blocked and you don't know why or what you did or said wrong? It's happened twice now and to say it hurts is an understatement.

Oh, my precious Kabby babies.  Circle up, it’s time for some firm but gentle life advice from Mom. 

First of all, unless I personally am the person who blocked you (which I’m obviously not since we’re having this conversation!), in a very real sense the short answer to this question is that you know I can’t actually answer this question.  You’re asking me to tell you why a person I don’t know did a thing for which I have no context, and for which there could be a thousand reasons. So in a concrete, specific sense, my answer is: I do not know.

However.

(You knew there was going to be a however.)

Social media is a deeply personal avenue for self-expression and it’s also a world where many of us spend a great deal of our time, which means that we have the full and free right to customize it into exactly what we want it to be.  The things that you post are personal reflections of you, which is  why it bums you out when someone mutes or blocks or doesn’t follow back; it feels on some level like a personal rejection.  But the space you curate is also a personal reflection of you.  You have the right to post anything you want and other people have the right to choose not to see it.  Both of those rights are equal, even though you’re only on one side so naturally the other one feels like it’s in some way “wrong.”  

I’m speaking with zero context for what your preexisting relationship with these people was beforehand (like obviously if it was a close friend and they blocked you out of nowhere, you’re going to have to sort that out with them directly, I can’t advise you there), but it’s important to remember that there may be no “right” and wrong” in this scenario.  It’s fully possible for both of these things to peacefully coexist at the same time:

1) your absolute right to feel a little bit rejected and hurt that a stranger on the internet made the choice that they didn’t want your social media sphere to overlap with their social media sphere,

and

2) that other person’s absolute right to say “if something or someone makes me feel even the tiniest bit ‘nope’ I am purging it out of this space so it is exactly what I want and need it to be.” 

They don’t need to have a reason.  That sucks, when you’re on the receiving end of it, which all of us have been - it truly and genuinely sucks - but it’s also reality.  One of the hard truths that incidents like this make us sometimes have to face - and we don’t want to face these things, because they can feel really icky and vulnerable and ping all the little gremlins in our brain  - is this:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

This sounds mean and brutal, and I don’t mean it to be, because you know mom loves you, but it’s incredibly important, so I’m going to say it again to make sure that if nothing else, this gets through:

nobody on the internet owes you their time or attention for anything you do or say.

The celebs you stan don’t owe you a response to your tweet, just because you want one.  The people you tag in meta don’t owe you reblogging it to continue having that conversation with you forever, just because you want to prove you’re right.  The fans of the fic you write for your most popular ship don’t owe you crossing over to give you hits on your rare-pair fic if they don’t feel like it.  Nobody owes you a certain number of followers, nobody owes you a response to every anon you send them, nobody owes you finishing that fic you like in time for them to read it when they feel like reading it.  We owe each other one thing and one thing only: basic human decency.  That’s it.  Everything else is freely offered to the world, and freely taken by the people who want it.  It’s not a transactional exchange.  If you make art or write fic and you put it out there into the world, you’ve done a cool thing, and whether it gets ten hits or thousands it was still worth doing.  There will be people who aren’t interested, but if you get hung up on feeling rejected by that, it will paralyze you.

Social media is personal. That’s unavoidable.  It’s an extension of ourselves.  When someone is cruel to you or to one of your friends on the internet, even if it’s an anonymous stranger, it feels shitty.  When you express an opinion about something and a ton of people reblog it and the tags are full of “OMG YES THISSSSS”, it feels great.  We all experience that in different ways.  Society has always selected arbitrary measures for young girls and women to live up to in order to feel like they’re popular or they’re approved by the cool kids, and right now it’s things like “how many followers do you have” and “did you get an RT from a celebrity” and “how many likes on your posts”.  So on a primal level, maybe having someone you thought was a friend block you on Twitter or Tumblr hits you in the same deep core place as having the cool kids not come to your birthday party.  That feeling is super real!  It brings up alllllll that deep stuff we try to hide and pretend that we’re above experiencing, but we all have those squishy vulnerable inner selves that just need the cool kids to like us and we feel bad when they don’t.  

I had this exact conversation with my therapist a few weeks ago when she was giving me a hard time because my book has 60 reviews on Amazon, of which like the majority are 5 stars with two negative ones, and I have both the negative ones like memorized.  And she was like “CLAIRE.  WHAT THE HELL.  WHY DO YOU DO THIS?  58 POSITIVE AND YOU CANNOT QUOTE A SINGLE ONE.  TWO SHITTY ONES AND YOU KNOW THEM VERBATIM.  THAT IS NOT HEALTHY BEHAVIOR.”  And I was like “… . okay fine when you put it that way, yes I do sound like a crazy person.”  So like my advice to you – advice which I have just proven I am absolute garbage at taking myself, so like I may have just eroded my own credibility in my efforts to help – is to remember that you probably have a lot more than two followers so honestly this is probably not a bad collective ratio, and there may be lots of people who are very interested in what you have to say but you’ve focused a lot of your energy on these two people and it’s worth giving some thought as to why that is.

My question for you is this: what is the net negative impact of having these two people block you on social media? Like in an actual, concrete way, separate from those sort of core gut “I feel unloved in this moment” feelings, what is the effect on your life?  You might be surprised.  It might be zero.  In which case, let yourself feel those feelings, experience them as valid, and then breathe through them and move on and keep on doin’ you. 

I’m pushing back on you a little bit here very gently because it feels, reading this anon, like you’ve made a determination of hurtful intent on the part of the person who blocked you, or at the very least a certainty that this choice that made was about you and not about them.  That the fact that things seemed to be going fine and then they blocked you means you were somehow intentionally misled or mistreated.  Be really, really, really careful about deciding the cool girl didn’t come to your birthday party because she’s a bitch who wanted to make you feel terrible and is sitting somewhere cackling at the thought of your sad lil’ face waiting by the front door; maybe she didn’t come to your birthday party because she has depression and it’s hard for her to leave the house sometimes and she knew your party would be loud and wild and crazy and too much for her brain to handle right now. Be careful about presuming negative intent with no proof it exists.  The internet makes this so easy, the internet conditions us for this, and it conditions us to respond in kind. The worst thing you could do here is to, like, make a callout post or subtweet in the hopes that it will get back to them and they’ll feel bad, or to sic your other followers onto them, because that turns this into a situation that really does have a right and wrong; and since you don’t know if they were trying to make you feel shitty, or just went on a big block/mute purge to whittle their list down for mental health reasons that are totally their own, once things escalate you can’t put the horse back in the barn. It’s too late.  Now it’s A Thing, when maybe it never really needed to be A Thing.  And in almost all situations for almost all people in almost all ways, Kabby Mom’s advice is going to be, “please think carefully before you make this A Thing.”

This got long, I’ve been having a lot of thoughts lately about the conversations I’m always having with fandom folks the way we let social media permeate and shape our sense of self, in good ways and bad, so I apologize for my verbosity but also not really because that’s how things roll over in Kabby Mom’s Advice Corner.  But I will sum up in bullet points for those of you who have been skimming, to bring you up to speed:

  1. Everyone has the right to curate their own social media space however they see fit, and they don’t have to explain their reasons.
  2. They aren’t obligated to include you in that space even if you want them to.
  3. None of that is an objective measure of your worth as a person or a sign that you should stop being you on the internet.
  4. Your feelings of rejection come from a real place and you get to feel them, as long as
  5. You are striving to move through them without permitting them to paralyze you, and finally
  6. You never use someone else’s choice to curate their social media sphere as a justification for treating them like crap.

Focus on your positive interactions instead of negative ones – your friends, creating stuff and putting it out into the universe – whether it be art, fic, opinions, a podcast, gifsets, crackposts, whatever – and your social media world will be a better place.

In the immortal words of the great Michael J. Fox, “What other people think of me is none of my business.”

diego luna films i've seen rated by his moments in them
  • Y Tu Mama Tambien: He is a main character and in almost every scene. Wow. You see so much, possibly TOO much of Diego, so watch out if you're a minor or just don't like sexual scenes in films. Definite gay vibes with co-star played by childhood best friend Gael García Bernal. There's a wonderful and powerful confrontation scene between the two men around an hour in, Diego's acting is WOAH. And everyone thought he was the ugly one, we were so wrong. AND SO MUCH SPANISH. The phrase 'no mames' is uttered approximately 178 times. 9/10
  • Frida: Salma Hayek plays artist Frida Kahlo in this unique film. Diego plays her young lover Alex in the beginning of the movie; they have sex in a closet at some point, wild. Their relationship is cut short after a tragic bus accident which leaves Frida crippled. He brings her flowers and they break up, and Diego's role is finished. But I just had to keep watching because of how special the cinematography of this film is! The bus accident is so well directed it blew my mind. I don't know enough about Frida Kahlo to know how accurate this film was, but it was certainly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. But since this is a list about Diego, low points ought to be given. He really isn't in this movie a lot. Let's see, 2/10.
  • Havana Nights: A true cinematic treasure. Also known as the worst movie you will ever see and you will love every second of it. Bad script, zero plot - but Diego does his best and fucking nails every moment in this film, carries it on his back. Apparently no one told him that he was supposed to act robotic, so everything he does is sweet and natural and he makes it look easy. All the while dancing himself into Castro-era Cuba, which he does SO well that Jonathan Jackson, who is supposed to be his romantic rival, actually seems TURNED ON whenever he sees Diego dance. Nice. Sweaty group-dance sequences, cutish one-liners. Actually makes out with dance partner Romola Garai in front of her PARENTS, after a very erotic dance routine, like how savage. 10/10
  • The Terminal: Diego plays airport employee who befriends Tom Hanks, and probably charms the pants off him, because he is wonderful in this secondary role. During the 2 hours of this film, all he wears is a jumpsuit/uniform and makes it look like a fashion statement. Has quite a lot of one-on-one scenes with The Tom Hanks himself, and is in love with Zoe Saldana, which is sweet, if not a bit generic chasing the girl type of thing. There's a scene where he absent-mindedly starts speaking Spanish to Tom Hanks who of course doesn't understand him, and Diego's very very cute about it. LO AND BEHOLD: one hour in, he changes into a suit while pouring Catherine Zeta-Jones too much wine. A breathtaking moment. 6/10
  • Mister Lonely: A very strange film about celebrity imitators. Diego plays a Michael Jackson impersonator in the film, his voice and looks imitating the singer and dancer. The movie introduces us to a surreal world of people living the lives of the famous people they dress up as, blurring the line between impersonating and becoming. He's rather in the center in the first and last bit of the movie, but the focus shifts in the middle with the story of "Marilyn" and "Charlie Chaplin". This film is a true risk-taker, which means it's not for the masses. Very thought-provoking though! 7/10
  • Milk: Diego plays Sean Penn's gay lover, and he's only in this movie for a short period of time. Kind of mentally unstable in this role, he tells Sean Penn he loves him without actually knowing what his name is. The movie deals with gay rights and is set in the 1970s, resulting in everyone having funny hair. This is an important LGBT film, but I hate Sean Penn, so there you have it. He is admittedly a skilled actor though. However, the lack of Diego in the majority of this film has to mean low points. 3/10
  • Rudo y Cursi: Another Diego-Gael movie. This time, it's about football. This is an excellent and very sad film set in Mexico that discusses the world of professional football playing. Diego is very different both in looks and in character from how he is in his other films - it's like he's a different person! That says a lot about his acting skills really. This film is also in Spanish, Diego shouts a lot (and very well too) and calls everyone 'chinga' and 'güey'. 8/10
  • The Book of Life: What a film! This animated feature has Diego portray main character Manolo Sanchez and makes you swoon basically. Since he's present in voice-acting only, you don't get to see his pretty face, BUT his voice is gorgeous both in speaking and in singing. A lot of songs are sung by Diego in this movie, and it's so so good. The Apology Song made me cry. Fun fact: Zoe Saldana is once again a love interest to Diego in this film, and their duet No Matter Where You Are is short but earth-shattering. 9/10
  • Casanova: Yep, Diego plays Giacomo Casanova in this TV movie, so you get the idea. It's about Casanova starting over in Paris, but things do not go well. Diego is very charming and rather authentic as Casanova. He makes out with women and climbs on rooftops in heels. Lots of close-ups to his face, I approve. However, this film confuses me. It's set in France, yet people speak with a British accent, except for Diego of course, who speaks with a Mexican accent BOTH in English and in Italian. The latter bothered me a bit, seeing as he is supposed to be a native Italian. All that aside, his performance is overall lovely. This film also has nice cinematography and a pretty solid script. Lots and lots of Diego seducing not-so-innocent maidens. 10/10
  • Rogue One: The greatest movie you will ever see. Diego has the role he deserves as he steals all our hearts as Captain Cassian Andor. You guys know the scene he gets all wet in the rain and then loads his gun on the ship? Sign me up. Warning: you WILL cry. 100/10

anonymous asked:

NIF IM SO GLAD YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Okay so I always see fluff about Ignis taking care of his sick s/o, but what if Ignis got sick? And maybe he hides it from his friends and s/o until something happens and he can't hide it anymore? And Iggy has to be taken care of for once?? Love you and your writing, Nif, you're a gem ❤

A Near Miss

Ignis x Reader
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Uhhh I hope this is alright, it got super sUUUUPER angsty as I was writing it and then I tried to inject it with fluff. So hopefully you like it! I was gonna wait to write something until tomorrow but I’m still sick at the moment so this prompt called to me, haha.

Ignis was not well. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud—no, there was too much to do, too much ground to cover, and not enough time in the day. The stinger of a killer wasp had grazed his ankle, not enough to knock him off his feet, but enough that the poison had slowly started to seep into his blood stream, making him weaker and weaker with each step.

He’d used the last of the potions on Noctis, who’d needed it more than he did, and so he suffered in silence as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his glove and pressed on.

You eyed him curiously. It wasn’t like Ignis to be so quiet. He normally couldn’t help but chastise the others for one thing or another, or toss in a quip or two while they made their way back to camp.

You could see the blue haze of the campground coming into view. Out of the corner of your eye, Ignis stumbled.

“Iggy?” You turned to face him fully, and he looked awful. His skin was so pale, and a layer of sweat coated his body, and you could hear his teeth chattering as it cooled on his skin. You weren’t ten feet from camp when he collapsed to the ground, his breath coming in short pants.

You ran over to his side and rolled him over so that his head was in your hands. His eyes were fluttering shut, and you were in an absolute panic.

“Guys!” you screamed frantically. The others turned to you, alarm written across their faces as they rushed over. “Noctis, do something!”

“We have potions back at camp,” he said hurriedly. “Prompto, c’mon!” The two of them dashed away towards the tent to get the emergency supply of potions from the cooler. Gladio kneeled down to be eye level with you.

“Here, let me take him.”

“B-but,” you stammered, tears falling from your eyes. “What if we move him and something goes wrong?”

Gladio placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you from shaking. “We need to get him back to camp where it’s safe. We need to see what happened and what’s wrong with him, and for us to do that, you need to let me take him back to the tent. Okay?”

You looked down at Ignis’ face, his pulse slowing under your fingertips. He looked ghastly, and his skin was starting to turn an unhealthy shade of white. You bit back a sob and nodded. “Okay.”

Ignis wasn’t a short man, so you couldn’t help but briefly marvel at how easily Gladio scooped him up in his arms. He carried him with ease back to the campsite just as Noctis and Prompto charged back with several potions in hand. Prompto cracked one open just to get the healing process started, and Noctis helped you to your feet.

“C’mon,” he urged you forward. “He’s gonna need your help.”

You nodded and followed him back up the small hill to the tent, where Gladio had laid him down on top of his bedroll. You crawled over to his side and placed a hand on his cheek.

The potion that Prompto had administered was already helping, thankfully, but he still looked so pale. You took another potion from his hands and tilted the bottle to his lips, leaning his head up so that he could drink it a little easier. It took a few minutes for the magic to take effect, but soon he was asleep, his breathing back to normal.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Prompto asked nervously, wringing his wrists out of habit. You sighed, but gave a nod.

“Yeah. I think so.” You glanced at your friends, who all looked anxiously down at Ignis, wondering what happened. “You guys should eat something. We have some Cup Noodles left. I’ll stay here and check for his injuries and wait until he wakes up.”

The others eyed each other, but quietly agreed and exited the tent. You sat cross-legged at Ignis’ side, stroking your fingers gently through his hair. You weren’t sure what happened—he seemed fine earlier in the day. You’d had to deal with some MTs, a spiracorn or two, but nothing too taxing.

But then you remembered the killer wasps that you’d had the misfortune of angering earlier, and immediately went into a panic. Had Ignis been poisoned?

You tried to look him over for injuries, or any tears to his clothing. You made it down to his leg, where a small tear near the hem of his pants revealed the answer. You lifted it up and saw a long, thin scar, healed over from the potions, where the tip of a wasp’s stinger had ripped open his skin.

You felt yourself getting angry, unable to comprehend why he wouldn’t just tell you or ask for help. You shuffled back to his side, hands folded in your lap. You hastily wiped at the tears pricking the corners of your eyes and waited for him to wake up.

It was maybe an hour later that he finally stirred. The others were still out by the campfire, knowing better than to intrude on the two of you when they knew something was wrong. Ignis woke to the sound of you quietly crying, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes to try and get yourself to stop.

“Darling?”

You lifted your face from your hands, your vision a little blurry. “Iggy?”

He sat up on his elbows and groaned before lying back down. “Am I dead?”

You wanted to smack him. You wanted to scream, wanted to haul him up to his feet and pound on his chest for scaring you like that. But instead, all you could do was cry.

“My dear,” he reached a hand out to graze your forearm. “What’s the matter? Please don’t cry, everything will be alright.”

“Iggy,” you sniffled between breaths. “I almost lost you. And you didn’t say anything to anyone. What if we hadn’t gotten back to camp in time, huh? What if you just dropped dead in the middle of the woods in my arms and that was just…it?” You shook your head, looking skyward. “What were you thinking?”

He was quiet. He hadn’t thought of that—calculating, precise, strategical Ignis, hadn’t thought of what would have happened had he actually succumbed to the poison. Hadn’t thought of what you would have gone through if he had died without an explanation, didn’t realize the mistake he had made by staying silent.

Ignis brought his hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek. “My love,” he said, barely above a whisper. His voice shook and his fingers trembled. “I’m so sorry.”

His words broke your resolve and you sank down beside him, crying into his shoulder as you curled against his side. He brought his arms around you and held you tightly against him, stroking your back until your breathing slowed.

You wiped your face hastily with your sleeves. “Don’t ever do that again,” you grumbled, smacking his chest lightly. “Next time you need help, or need someone to take care of you, please just tell me. I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you.”

Ignis nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, my dearest. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Good,” you pulled him closer, hugging his lean torso. “Because next time you almost die on me, I’ll kill you.”

He laughed, the sweet sound filling your ears. It was such a relief to hear the sound as it filled the tent, warming your heart as you gazed up at him. The colour was back in his cheeks, and he looked like his usual self again.

You cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his, rolling halfway on top of him to get a better angle so you could deepen the kiss. Ignis’ hands came up to card through your hair, his leg sliding between your thighs. You were about to slide your hands underneath his shirt to gently claw at his abdomen when—

“Ahem.”

You practically jumped off of Ignis as Noctis cleared his throat from the entrance of the tent. You pretended to cough, and Ignis smiled lazily from his spot on the ground.

“You look like someone’s feeling better,” Noctis commented as you brought a hand to your face, hiding the blush that dusted your cheeks.

“Better than ever,” Ignis confirmed, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “I daresay I’m ready to engage in physical activity.”

Noctis rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna know.” He swiftly exited the tent, and you swatted at Ignis’ arm. He couldn’t help but laugh, dragging you closer again.

“Now, where were we?”

“Nuh-uh,” you wagged your finger in his face. “You’re not fully healed yet. And I am not having sex with you in this tent with those nosy bastards outside listening in on us.”

Ignis merely shrugged, pecking you on the cheek. “Unfinished business always provides the most lucrative rewards in any case.”

You chuckled and helped him stand up. “Come on, handsome,” you said, leading him out of the tent. “Let’s get you something to eat. And don’t say what I know you’re going to say.”

Ignis shook his head at the innuendo, but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as you laced your fingers with his and led him outside into the cool evening air.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! You're so talented with your songs and it seems like you have a lot of inspiration to spare. If you ever needed/wanted a prompt during this silly hiatus, how about a bughead Southside serpent!au ? One of them is a serpent, one isn't. Could be pretty interesting to write!

Oooohhhhh, good one! Let’s make Betty a bad girl!
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She shifted uncomfortably in the heavy leather jacket that was draped over her shoulders, her unruly blonde hair flying every which way, she hated this part, the waiting, the suspense.

Betty Cooper was hardly ever asked to participate in Drug deals, although she was a serpent they all knew better than to put her in those situations, unfortunately for her F.P had practically begged her, they needed leverage and everyone trusted the tiny little blonde with the sea green eyes.

Truth be told, Betty would do anything for their fearless leader, he had taken in her in when she turned fifteen, set her up in her very own trailer, she had responsibilities of course, take care of the children, make sure everyone was fed and if it came down to it, she had to be ready to fight. She was eighteen now and she loved each and every one of the serpents, especially F.P.

She could still remember the day she ran into the older man, school backpack on her shoulder and tears running down her cheeks, she hadn’t even realized she had ended up in the trailer park until he led her into his kitchen, slid a half empty bud light towards her and let her tell him everything.

Her parents wanted to send her away to the nuthouse, they thought she was crazy. She had been so caught up in school work and her infatuation with Archie she had become spacey and distant, that was enough for her parents and they were ready to ship her off. She found her bags packed by her door when she came home from school one day and her parents sitting on the couch, she turned right around and never looked back, she filed for emancipation and has lived in the trailers ever since.

She never got the chance to tell her friends, Joaquin told her it was better to just leave it, like ripping off a bandaid, they would be sad but they would move on. Joaquin was her best friend, he kept all of her secrets and she had been there for him when he cried on her shoulder after his breakup with Kevin, claiming it was too dangerous to be involved with a serpent and he wanted Kevin safe.

That brought her back to today, the long haired boy brushed a hand over her shoulder, an unspoken rule they had. When one or the other looked nervous they would brush each other’s shoulders, unspoken moral support.

“You’re short.” F.P barked, dropping the bag with the money and moving dangerously close. The man on the other side seemed surprisingly unphased by the gang, he had his own group of people and they were all smiling wickedly.

“Oh are we? Perhaps we can offer you something else? I heard you’ve been missing your son. What’s the boys name “Jughead” ? We can deliver him to you.“

Betty stiffened and moved to stand beside her leader.

No. No one was going to hurt Jughead. No matter what’s

F.P had the balding man by the collar and was pushing him so hard Into the wall Betty feared for the bricks.

"You keep my sons name out of your mouth, you fat bastard or I swear to god money will be the least of your problems.” He growled.

Betty had heard the story of Jughead and his father. at first she had been hesitant to believe the older man, she cared about Jughead more than anything and this was the man who had caused him the most damage, but when F.P broke down one night, downing his entire flask of vodka and crying “he’s my son, I just wanted to make it okay, I love him. Jellybean got sick, I had to pay the hospital bills, there was no other way. I’m in it now, I’m in it for life, he doesn’t get it, this is my family too.” She had felt her heart break for the broken family, it seemed like he had lost something to the Andrews as well, while Betty lost her heart F.P lost his son. Jughead was not living with Archie and his father and when F.P came back to the park especially angry, it was a sure sign he had seen the “extended family” at pops.

The fat bald man put his hands up as the serpents prepared to take on the rest of the group, Betty laced up her combat boots tight, and stepped forward in her denim shorts.

“Woah, woah. Keep it cool. We have the money, we were just making sure it was an even trade.pass it over Bruce.”

Suddenly a heavy duffle bag was thrown into Betty’s arms as “Bruce” eyed her for a little too long causing one of the older men in the serpents named Hause to growl, Hause was everyone’s favorite uncle, he was funny but absolutely terrifying.

Betty counted out the money and nodded toward F.P “it’s all here.”

F.P released the man from the wall and smiled goofily “pleasure doing business with you, well keep in touch.” He threw a lethal glare at the man and hopped onto his motorcycle. Betty followed suit, getting on Joaquin’s, the duffel bad draped over her shoulders.

As soon as they hit the trailer park gates, Betty sensed something was wrong, it was in the air and it made her anxious.

Joaquin grabbed her hand and helped her off the bike, “F.P is wearing the same face as you, do you two know something I don’t” he whispered in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as a shiver shook her spine
Smiling she shrugged “I don’t know there’s just something in the ai….” she was cut off when her eyes connected with the one and only

“Jughead? What are you doing here son? Is everything okay?” Jugheads father approached him but he never took his eyes off Betty. If the world would swallow her up right now she would be eternally grateful.

Shaking himself slightly Jughead turned to his father, his eyes still glancing at Betty, jaw lightly slack

“Yeah, I uhhh. I wanted to talk, I brought dinner, I figured.. I’m sorry what the hell? Betty?” Jughead shoved the bag of food he was holding into his dads arms and made his way over to Betty, she glanced at Joaquin for help but he was slowly backing away with his hands up, this was her fight and he wasn’t going to get involved.

Joaquin knew the feelings Betty harbored for the youngest Jones boy, she had kept them hidden putting all her time into Archie because he was safe and she had thought he was certain, shows how much she knows.

“Jughead” she whispered softly.

“Betty Cooper?” He asked awestruck, she looked so different, gone was the skintight ponytail replaced by long messy honey blonde curls that reached a little above mid back, her normal sickly pale skin was now a golden tan with a few oil stains, she had replaced her pink and blue cardigans for a leather jacket and her bright green eyes didn’t seem so sad. She looked amazing “ it’s been three years? Where have you been? What are you doing Here? You didn’t tell anyone, any of us not even Veronica.”

Betty felt her heart ache at the mention of her once best friend, she nodded at Jughead “okay ill explain everything, let’s head to my trailer okay?”

“Your trailer? You live here?” Jughead asked, his eyes wide as she led him away, throwing F.P a reassuring nod. He put ten fingers up and raised a brow, he meant that he would be coming over in ten minutes to make sure everything was okay. She nodded again.

As soon as they reached her trailer she put the key in the lock and let him in. He looked around, it was purely Betty, none of her parents influence, just Betty’s. there were flowers and picture frames, children’s toys scattered about the center and cookies and pies lined her kitchen table, it was warm and candles were everywhere, clothes were piled in a hamper and shoes were neatly lined up by the door. He drew his eyes back to Betty and she was wringing her
Fingers

“I know it’s not much, but it’s home” she shrugged

“It’s great, I mean.. it’s really nice.. Betty. What happened?” He asked gently, turning to face her fully.“

Sighing she nodded towards the center of the room, where a comfortable couch was littered with soft blankets and squishy pillows, he made himself comfortable and instantly felt at home, that was the Betty Cooper affect he supposed.

She took a seat beside him and began, telling him everything about her parents, his father, her jobs, Joaquin. By the time she was finished she was exhausted, crying and thoroughly starving.

"So that’s it, that’s why I ended up here, that’s why I couldn’t tell anyone. It was just easier.” She slid off her leather jacket and headed towards the kitchen table. Bringing back a tray of cookies she sat down and offered him one, although he was still slightly in shock at all he had heard he was never one to to turn down food, as she placed the plate on the little table, he gripped her wrist, his fingers running gently over the little S tattoo in the shape of a snake.

“I understand why you’re here, you did what you had to do, I understand that. I’m happy you found a place to be yourself, I wish I could have been a part of it, I should have seen what they were doing to you, maybe I could have prevented everything, I don’t know, but you’re happy now, I can see that and that’s all that matters, I don’t care that you’re a serpent, this is part of you and I like every part of you, good and bad. Now that I know, you’re not gonna be able to keep me away you know that right?” Jughead said softly moving her hand to his chest, And smiling

Taking a deep breathe Betty sighed happily, dropping her forehead to his

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you Jughead.”

He smiled, his nose brushing hers

“No Bets, you don’t know how much IVE missed you.”

Opening her eyes, she found herself lost in his stormy blue oceans, he was moving closer and she moved her mouth to his, just as their lips were about to meet the door slammed open to reveal F.P. Standing in the doorway his eyes wide

“Dad!” Jughead groaned

“Woah! I’m sorry, it was too quiet, I’ve been waiting outside the door. I’ll go! I’ll go! You kids carry on.” He moved to walk away before popping his head in again “but don’t carry on too much.” He warned with a jokingly stern eyebrow wiggle.

Jughead groaned again, dropping his head to Betty’s shoulder as she erupted in giggles before grabbing his hand

“Come on Romeo, I think you’re dad wants to talk to you.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Don't mean to bother, I'm really sorry, I just wanted to ask something. There is this part in many of your fics when Maggie or Alex has a rough day and they go home and the other 'let's them use their body'. I get it, i really do,but maybe once when you're writing a scene like that-for whatever prompt- in the future, could you write it in a way that the other says no to that? I understand that it's all consensual and out of love, it'd be just great to see one of them say no for once.

They talk about Maggie hating to talk about herself.

But Alex kind of hates it, too.

She prefers alcohol and she prefers forcing other people to talk. By whatever means necessary.

But Maggie and Kara have her working on her drinking, and they’re both teaming up with J’onn to make her work on her rage, so sex?

Sex is a great option for not talking, too.

And most nights – most nights when she can’t talk, when she just wants to strip Maggie naked (or not) and fuck her hard and fuck her fast and listen to her scream in ecstasy so she doesn’t have to listen to the screams of agony blaring through her brain – most nights, Maggie lets her.

Most nights, Maggie likes it.

No.

Most nights, Maggie loves it.

Not that Alex is in pain. Never that Alex is in pain.

But most nights, Maggie loves letting her body be Alex’s bandage.

Most nights, Maggie begs for more and takes her deeper than Alex ever thought she could go, lets her pound into her harder than she ever would without Maggie’s desperate encouragement, eager hands, open legs, heaving chest, soaked opening.

But tonight? Tonight, Maggie’s tired and Maggie’s got her mind on the cases she’s working and she’s still sore from that sparring session with James and tonight, if they’re going to have sex, she wants it gentle and she wants it slow and she wants it tender.

Tonight, she doesn’t want it hard and fast and wordless.

So when Alex kisses her in greeting, she kisses her back, because god, her lips are like coming home.

And when Alex keeps kissing her, she opens her mouth readily, because Alex has still got her afternoon coffee on her breath, and god does she taste perfect.

And she sighs softly when Alex’s hands slip up and under her shirt, because Alex’s hands are cool to the touch and Alex’s hands are calloused and soft all at once, just like Maggie’s.

But when Alex pushes her back into the counter and pulls back and raggedly asks, “Yeah?” – Alex’s hands bracing, Maggie knows, to spin Maggie around by the hips and fuck her from behind over the counter – Maggie takes a nervous, terrified, panicked breath and tries to say the word no.

She can’t.

Her throat closes, because god, what if Alex gets mad?

What if she doesn’t feel loved, cared for?

What if she just leaves because Maggie’s not going to give her what she wants, so she’ll get it elsewhere?

Or she’ll get it from alcohol, and it’ll be Maggie’s fault?

She thinks about what she would tell Adrian, about what she tells the kids at the queer youth center when they’re talking about sexual health and safety, and she breathes deeper.

And she shakes her head.

Alex blinks and squints, looking down at her like she’s focusing through a fog for a long moment.

And then her hands drop away and she backs away so hard, so quickly, Maggie almost overbalances.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Maggie, I shouldn’t have – it – I’m sorry, I should go – “

“Alex, no. Remember what you told me? That it’s a relationship, and you don’t get to walk out? You don’t get to walk out, Ally. I don’t…”

She takes an enormous gulp of mostly air and she reaches out for Alex’s hands, and Alex takes hers, and the rapidly-forming pit in Maggie’s stomach shrinks somewhat.

She continues softer, continues quieter, continues with one of her hands leaving Alex’s to stroke her cheek.

“Alex, I need to be allowed to say no without you getting this upset and wanting to leave.”

Alex’s lip wobbles and she looks for all the world like Maggie just told her they’re breaking up, and she gasps out another apology.

“No, Alex, it’s not… you didn’t do anything wrong. Okay? You didn’t. I was okay with everything – I liked everything – until I said no. And then you stopped. And the whole reason I had the opportunity to say no is because you stopped to make sure. Right? So you didn’t do anything wrong, Danvers. Okay?”

“Do you not… am I not…”

Maggie shakes her head and lets her thumb trace a path down Alex’s trembling jawline.

“Yes, I want you. And yes, you are incredibly attractive. I just… I can’t do the rough and tumble tonight, Alex, I… I don’t want to.”

She tilts her head and studies Alex’s face as she processes, as she thinks it through; studies Alex’s face as she tries to convince herself that Maggie is not rejecting her, that Maggie is not angry with her, that Maggie just doesn’t want to have sex right now.

She watches as Alex nods slowly, and her own heart rate settles down, because god, god, god does she love this woman.

“But,” she offers quietly, and Alex brings still shaky eyes to meet hers, “seems like you had a pretty rough day. So even though rough sex isn’t on the menu, I can offer you fairly aggressive cuddles.”

A grin starts to tug at Alex’s mouth and a spark starts to return to her dulled, terrified eyes as she tilts her lips to the side.

“Aggressive cuddles, Sawyer? Is it even possible to cuddle aggressively?”

“Oh, Danvers. Come. Let me show you. Okay?”

She lets Alex hold her firm, hold her hard, hold her close, every single curve of their bodies snug against each other like puzzle pieces.

“I love you, Maggie,” Alex whispers, letting the sound of Maggie’s soft breathing and the candles she lit and the music she flipped on block out the agonized moaning, panting, begging, and screaming instead of ecstatic moaning, panting, begging, and screaming.

She would never have thought it would work.

But Maggie’s body is soft and pliant, and Maggie’s body is safe, and Maggie wraps her own hands over Alex’s arms around her body, cradling Alex to her even as Alex cradles Maggie to herself.

And god, does it work.