it ended up being longer than i thought it would be

My Mate

AN: This ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be. And it’s not as funny as the original post, BUT this is how this particular conversation would go in my head. This is Rhys telling Cassian and Azriel and Amren about Feyre for the first time. And many thanks goes to @fuckyeahazriel for inspiring me to write this fic <3 (You are one of my new favorite people).

“By the Cauldron, Rhys,” Cassian said, finally breaking into a grin, his wings perking back up from where they’d fallen limply on the ground at the sight of his High Lord and friend, “by the Cauldron, it’s good to see you.”

He and Azriel had both frozen in their spots when Rhys had walked through the door of the House of Wind, both unaware that the fight was over for now, both unaware that Amarantha had been killed. Both unaware that Rhys and the rest of the High Lords had finally, finally been released.

Both unaware of how and why Rhys was returning to them.

Amren had just given him a polite nod and gone straight back to drinking the blood of whatever the butcher in Velaris had happened to have that day.

Rhys gave Cassian a half grin that only part of him felt—the part of him that hadn’t disappeared with Feyre. “Fifty years, and that’s all you have to say to me?”

From her spot before the fire, sprawled over a plush-looking armchair and picking at her teeth with a delicate nail, Mor snorted. She’d entered with Rhys and simply sauntered past a gaping Cassian and Azriel. “Cassian’s not one for eloquent language and big speeches,” she said, crossing one ankle over the other and letting her head fall back on the armrest. Her golden hair seemed to shimmer in the firelight. Rhys didn’t remember his cousin being so beautiful. Or he did, but he’d been so distracted by another beauty…a different kind of beauty…

Cassian shrugged. “Why waste my precious air on extraneous words and sentences that don’t need to be nearly as long as they are?”

Azriel flicked an eyebrow up, his hands clasped behind his back. “You’re immortal.”

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PokeSpe Week Day 7: Happy/Sad Moment

Ok… I’ll have to say that the moment that Black was sucked into the Light Stone was one of the saddest moments for me. As I mentioned in a previous prompt, the Black and White arc was technically how I was introduced to PokeSpe years ago (I had gotten vol 2 as a freebie for going to the Victini movie in theaters) so Black and White was kind of special to me. Sure, I had known only what was in vol 2 at the time, but seeing the early interactions between Black and White made my little heart gravitate towards loving those two. But now that I’ve (finally) read the rest of PokeSpe along with the Black and White arc, I came to love them again, and even more so than before.

 Even though at first Black was quite self-centered as his dream was the only thing that concerned him, through meeting White he changes. Although they started out with a strictly business-type relationship, over the course of the arc it evolves. Black eventually finds himself wanting to help White and her dream, and the same goes for White. They become super supportive of each other (i.e. protecting and caring for each other after they had fainted at different times) and it is through each other that they both respectively come even closer to their dreams. Then the final battle comes, and the dust seems to have cleared and all is well. They’re finally reunited after Black wins as the Hero of Truth.. until Reshiram starts to turn back into a stone and Black gets sucked in. White tries frantically to find help, but instead, Black tells her to stay. And when he shows her the company logo on his shirt, and reminds her of his promise, she admits that she was surprised that he had remembered it, even hinting that she had forgotten the promise herself. When I read that, that just kind of proved to me that their relationship had long ceased to being a business type relationship. She truly viewed Black as a close friend, and I think one can see that Black felt the same way. It was evident in the story, but I felt that this moment just put it all in plain sight But just when they can finally get some peace, it is all taken away in an instant.

He’s just…gone

Then seeing her pleas to reach him, seeing the stone just fly away to who knows where, it just struck way too many heart strings man jfaofjepo;i

…So yeah, this scene was extremely saddening for me.

Christmas with the Skwad (Reader x Squad)

Originally posted by rain-tea-coffee

Originally posted by suicidesquad1

Summary: Imagine being a member of the Suicide Squad during Christmas.
Expect to see Killer Croc in a tacky Christmas sweater, Rick and June being cute together, Boomerang reunited with Pinky, Diablo is a-ok cause he’s too precious to leave his family, Deadshot gets to spend Christmas with his daughter, Harley decorates some ginger bread men, and Joker can’t help but make an appearance.

A/N: I’m not a overly cheery person when it comes to Christmas, but I really wanted to write something for you guys. I hope you guys like this! Ended up longer than I thought it would.

Warnings: Squad Family fluff, mild swearing.

It’d been almost a year since you and the rest of the Suicide Squad had saved Midway City, and possibly the world.You’d all continued to serve out the remainder of your sentences, all while occasionally going out on Waller’s missions to take years off the multiple sentences you all had. You didn’t mind it all that much, the squad was the closet thing you ever had to a family and if Waller’s little missions gave you a chance to see them all, you were going to participate with a smile.

It was Christmas Eve and you had always been irritated with the idea of the holiday but this year was different. It was special because as a treat you were all allowed out of your cells for the day in order to spend the holiday together. A cafe was secured for the venue and soldiers were posted at all the exits just for extra precaution. The cafe already had a Christmas tree set up and many of the other classic decorations placed about. You were surprised with how giddy you were about the whole thing.

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anonymous asked:

Hey what if mama shimada used samurai armor and a heavier katana for when she wants to run her own errands

Yes!!  I had some sketches of samurai armor for her and I ended up reading a lot about women samurai during the feudal period.  Onna bugeisha had their own special weapon, the naginata, which I thought would be really cool for her to use instead of a katana:

I like the idea of her being a slippery melee character with a bit of a longer reach than Reinhardt and the Shimada wall-climb :)  It would be nastily fitting if her special ability was turning enemies susceptible to friendly fire.

Eiffel’s favorite book is James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl.

He’s never been quite sure why. He never liked to read much, his ADHD made it hard for him to sit down and concentrate long enough for him to really get into a book, but something about Dahl’s work made it easy.

Sure, James and the Giant Peach funny and has magic and giant bugs, what 10 year wouldn’t like that?

Or maybe it was just that it was his first real book. It had been a gift from an aunt, and Eiffel had almost forgotten about into he picked it up one day and decided to read it out of boredom.

He finished it in two days.

And maybe, in fact most likely, though Eiffel hasn’t really though about it himself, he wanted to be James,who didn’t have any friends, who got away from his shitty guardians and had magical adventures and who become a hero.

And Eiffel always wanted that.

He found more by Dahl and loved it all, practically Fantastic Mr. Fox and George’s Marvelous Medicine.

Of course he brought James and the Giant Peach with him on the Hephaestus, the same copy he got in 1992, primarily held together by duct tape.

Minkowski laughed when he told her.

“So.. uh, what’s your favorite book…?” had been an awkward ice-breaker type question posed by Eiffel.

“To Kill a Mockingbird” said Minkowski, “what’s yours?”

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, maybe Lord of the Rings or maybe a comic book or something. She was not expecting

“James and the Giant Peach”

and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Really, Eiffel? Isn’t that a children’s book?”

She did feel a little bad when she saw the hurt look on his face. 

Later, she assumes it’s because Anne loves it, and she’s not entirely wrong, Eiffel did plan to read all of Roald Dahl’s books to her.

They only made it halfway through The Witches.

He brought that one with him, too.

About a year into the mission, Eiffel decided to read it again, late one night when he couldn’t sleep.

“Officer Eiffel…?” asked Hera.

“What’s up, Hera?” 

“This is stupid… but will you… read me your book…?”

He was a little taken back by the question.

(He thinks of Anne, climbing into his lap, insisting “Read to me, Daddy!”)

“Yeah, of course.” he said, flipping back to the beginning of the book.

Every night before he went to sleep, he read her couple chapters. He did voices too, even though he’s terrible at it.

Hera loved it anyway.

(Anne always loved it, too)

Kepler, Maxwell and Lovelace laughed too when they found out. (who even knows how the topic had come up) They weren’t expecting his answer, either. They weren’t sure what to expect, but it was not that.

Jacobi, on the other hand, scoffed.

“Please, Eiffel. Matilda is way better.”

Eiffel just looked at him for a moment.

“Figures,” he said.

Jacobi has yet to figure out what that means.

Eiffel has read James and the Giant Peach several times since the mission started. It helps to fight off the homesickness, the paranoia, and the anxiety. He’s got it practically memorized by now, but he doesn’t care.

It’s his favorite book.

anonymous asked:

Y'know, I'm not even a huge fan of Lapidot (although I prefer it over 4m3//d0t), but even I - someone who usually can't recognize romantic moments between characters - could tell that something is brewing between Lapis and Peridot. Where do you think their relationship will go from here?

Thanks for the message, Anon - it’s always nice to hear that people who don’t even ship Lapidot can clearly see it :)  It just goes to show how well-written it is and how apparent the romantic undertones are.

As for where they’ll go from here… good question.

We’ve seen them flirting, being domestic, Peridot being protective of Lapis, working as a team, arguing… and now Peridot being tender, caring and comforting to Lapis.

I think two things are next, but I couldn’t say in what order they’d occur.

1.  Lapis comforting and/or protecting Peridot.

We’ve seen Peridot doing this a lot for Lapis now.  However, from Lapis’ side, we’ve only seen her protect Peridot from the Roaming Eye.

Perhaps Lapis could step up and defend Peridot again?

I’d really like to see her actually comfort Peridot though.  Peridot has been through so much, and people have a tendency to forget about it - being stranded on earth in fear for her life, checking on those awful forced-fusion experiments as well as the Cluster itself, being willing to let the earth get torn to pieces by the Cluster, being pursued and then captured by the Crystal Gems, betraying Yellow Diamond and possibly having to face the consequences for that…

How does Peridot feel about all this?  We don’t know - because she’s bottling it all up.  And one day, it’s going to erupt.  I believe that if/when this happens, Lapis will be there for her and will show her the tender lovingness that she has shown Lapis.

And, also…

2.  Fusion!

C’mon, this is going to happen and we all know it is.

I wrote a while back about the possibility of them fusing accidentally - because at the time of writing that (just before Gem Harvest), neither Peridot nor Lapis seemed to be ready for fusion.  This would also be yet another parallel with Rupphire.

I still think that this is a valid possibility.  However, another idea has presented itself now that Room For Ruby has aired - that it won’t be accidental and that they’re going to attempt it together properly, rather than it occurring by accident.

We’ve seen time and time again that Peridot and Lapis are discovering the earth together, and this idea was very much at the forefront of Room For Ruby.  There was some interesting dialogue between Lapis and Peridot in this episode, about “trying it together”, “we might be good at it” (when discussing possibly teaching Navy) - with Lapis eventually agreeing on the proviso that they “take it slow”.

Now, this dialogue could easily be put into a scenario where they’re discussing anything unfamiliar - and, in particular, fusion.

Peridot has unsuccessfully attempted fusion once before, with Garnet; but she decided against it at the last second.  I have to wonder if a big part of this withdrawal of consent was down to the fact that she didn’t know Garnet.  She was trying to understand Garnet by fusing with her… but is that a good basis for a fusion?  Not necessarily - and I think, deep down, Peridot knew this.

Now, though, which Gem does Peridot know and understand better than anyone else?  Who has she got by far the strongest bond with?

Lapis.

So, Peridot would probably be happy to fuse with Lapis on this basis.

Now, she knows all too well about Lapis’ past trauma.  But another key theme of Room For Ruby was the idea that “things take time”.  Lapis and Peridot have been living together for quite some time now, and I feel like Peridot has been starting to “heal” Lapis during this time.  Room For Ruby showed us that Lapis still has a way to go - but I think that forming a fusion with Peridot might be one of the best things Lapis could do, eventually

I think she’d reluctantly agree to slowly try fusion (more-or-less how she reacted to teaching Navy) because she cares so much about Peridot and she knows Peridot also cares so much about her - and so their fusion would be “made of love”, not born from hatred like Lapis’ previous fusion.  Getting to experience a “real” fusion with the Gem who she’s the closest to would help Lapis to realise that fusion can be a beautiful thing if it’s with someone who you love.  Then when she thinks “fusion” in the future, she might eventually think of her fusion with Peridot rather than her traumatic time as Malachite.

Malachite won’t ever go away, but at least if Lapis experiences a loving fusion with Peridot in the future instead of this previous hate-fuelled one, it’ll help to heal some of the pain.

The Dark Side of Type 1 Diabetes

What’s it like to have type 1 diabetes? What’s it really like? 

It’s like you want to kill yourself, because being dead would be so much easier than dealing with this on a regular basis. Except, you would never actually end your life. You want to, so badly, but you’ll never do it. You don’t want diabetes to win. You won’t let the thing that’s slowly killing you to finally do it’s job. Instead, you just think about death. Obsess over it. To the point where now this disease is a mental game. No matter how often those thoughts cross your mind, you won’t do it. You refuse to let this bastard win.

It’s like you’re drowning. The waves are crashing over your head and water is slowly, and painfully, filling up your lungs but you just won’t die. You need to get air in your lungs. You can’t bare this torture any longer but the pain won’t take you away. You are stuck there in limbo. You can’t die but you can’t live either. Your life is now consumed by pain and no matter how badly you want that breath of fresh air, you won’t get it. Ever.

It’s like you listen to your parents. You follow their step-by-step instructions but they still ream you out for something that was out of your control. You did everything you were supposed to do but it still wasn’t good enough. So, you try to apologize, try to make up for it, but they aren’t having any of it. They punish you and you think ’this is so unfair’ but this is your life now and you have to get used to it.

It’s like the world around you is on fire. Everyone and everything you have ever loved is going up in flames. You do absolutely everything in your power to try to save them all but your efforts are in vein. You’re the only one not getting touched by the fire but you see and hear all your loved ones crying out for your help. There’s nothing you can do. You feel completely helpless. You wish you can do more, but they go up in smoke right in front of your eyes. 

It’s like contemplating giving your self one too many extra units of insulin. Because, maybe then, all of this would go away. You know you’re stronger than that though. However, you’re sick of being strong, sick of being told you’re strong. But, like before, you won’t let diabetes win. So you give yourself the proper amount

It’s like being isolated. No one truly understands where you are coming from. They try to empathize but they’ll never actually get it. You’re constantly the butt of everyone’s jokes. They mock you, tease you, and you feel completely and totally alone. So you shut down, shut everyone out, even if they want to help.

Diabetes feels like you can never win. You can try your damn hardest, but you’ll always lose.  

Unarmed (Part 3 - Bucky’s POV)

Summary: Bucky deals with the aftermath of that horrific mission.

Word Count: 7,698

Warnings: Language, blood, violence, ANGST (it does end in fluff, though)

A/N: So a couple of days ago, a lovely anon came to my inbox asking if I’d ever considered writing Part 3 of my Unarmed series from Bucky’s perspective. I hadn’t, but once I had the idea to do it, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It ended up being about three times longer than I thought it would, but it is what it is. So anon, if you’re reading this, thanks for the idea - even though this was the hardest thing I’ve ever written. Also, I love you.

Originally posted by james-boobcanan-barnes

It was overwhelming. He had never felt anything like it before, not in this concentrated dose. It made his heart feel as if it were lodged somewhere in his throat and his pulse quicken. He stared at the girl below him, her eyes wide, desperate, and pleading. Like so many eyes he’d seen before, just before they lost their shine. Her fingers tingled against his cheek, and something broke. Suddenly, he recognized the dying girl on the table. Bucky staggered back, eyes wide with horror. The feeling she pulsed through the room, the love that Bucky felt coursing through him, faded as her eyes slid shut.

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Always A Competition

Boyfriend Calum AU

Summary: Calum loved a competition and he rarely ever lost. But this time, he’s facing an opponent that knows exactly how to make him crack. 

A/N: This is just a fun little, fluffy one shot:) Approximately 2.8k words. Thanks to everyone who voted for this one. The others that were on the panel will be posted soon. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
-Bronte

Warnings: Smut

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It wasn’t just the rain outside that made you want to stay in bed all day. The strong arms of your boyfriend were wrapped around your torso, your back pulled in tight to him and the heat from his bare chest comforting you as the wind outside howled. You stirred in his grip, letting out a tiny exhale as you came out of your slumber. 

“Shh, baby I still have fifteen more minutes before I have to get up.” Calum’s voice whispered in your ear, his lips tickling your sensitive skin. “Let me enjoy it.” He snuggled back into you, pulling you even closer.

“Or…” You turned around in his arms so that you were facing him. “You could ditch the interview and stay here with me.” You bit your lip and peered up at him from under your lashes, coyly reaching down to toy with the edge of his briefs. Calum sucked in a breath, reaching down and grabbing your wrist, stopping you from reaching further.

“Baby.” He groaned. “Today’s important I can’t miss it.” He placed a small kiss on your lips, laughing as you pouted. “But I’ll be all yours tonight babe.”

“Calum, you’re always gone! Can you please just stay with me this one time?” You stuck out your bottom lip, rubbing your hand over his abdomen like you knew he loved. You wanted him now, and you knew all the tricks to make him stay.

“Y/N I can’t right now.” He took both your hands in his, rendering you immobile, and kissed you again before getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom. You rolled your eyes before suddenly, an idea popped into your head. If he was going to leave you hanging, then you were going to do the same to him. Calum loved it when you challenged him so you were going to do just that. You got up from the bed, following him into the bathroom. He was hunched over the sink, brushing his teeth. You sauntered in, flipping on the faucet to the glass shower before turning to face him and whipping off your tee shirt. You stood completely bare in front of him, save the black lace panties that complemented your ass perfectly.

You smirked as his eyes traveled down your body, the movement of the toothbrush in his mouth slowing. You dismissed his stare, turning around and slowly stripping yourself of the black underwear. You could practically hear his jaw drop as you stepped into the shower and you smirked as you began to slowly scrub your body, closing your eyes and embracing the sensuality of hot water cascading down your back.

The door of the shower opened and shut and suddenly you felt the familiar hands of your boyfriend on your hips.

“How could such a pretty girl be so devious?” He smiled, kissing down your neck. You could feel the familiar heated sensation creeping through your body; a reaction you only ever felt when Calum had his hands on you. “You think you’re so clever don’t you baby?” He laughed, his fingers reaching down and ghosting over the area that craved his touch most. “Getting naked right in front of me. Tempting me with that beautiful body, that sexy little body that I love so much.” He continued to stroke his nimble fingers across your skin, down the insides of your thighs. Your head lulled back into his chest and you couldn’t help but let out a moan, though as soon as the sound escaped your mouth, he removed his touch from you.

“Cal!” You whined, but he only laughed, reaching for the shampoo and beginning to wash his hair.

“I told you baby girl, I’m gonna be late.”

“You’re kidding”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish babe.” He winked, lathering his hair with the shampoo. You raised your eyebrows at him. “Is that a challenge?”

“It might be.”

Of course. Calum lived for competition. But he wasn’t the only one who was always up for a challenge. You took a few steps closer to him, the water running down his face giving him a sleek, sexy look. You wanted him so bad, and he knew it. But you wouldn’t be the one to crack first.

“Okay Cal. Two can play this game.” You glanced down at his member, staring for longer than necessary and watching it twitch as you ran your own hands through your hair, giving him a little grin.

He swallowed, clearly tempted, but ignored you nonetheless.

The two of you spent the next five minutes in the shower trying everything you could to get the other to cave. He would bite his lip and glance down your body, and in retaliation you lathered yourself in soap and flaunted your breasts. It was clear that you were winning, but still Calum did not give in.

He stepped out of the shower and you couldn’t help but stare at his bum.

“Stop looking at my ass.”

“How did you-”

“Because I know how much you love my ass.”

You grunted in response. “This isn’t over Calum. This is going to end with you on top of me, desperately pounding me into our mattress while you scream out my name, isn’t it baby?” You hummed in his ear.

Suddenly, Calum spun towards you, capturing your chin in his hands as he pressed you against the bathroom counter, a prominent bulge stretching the towel that he had wrapped around his waist. “You little temptress.” He growled, staring deep into your eyes. His brown ones were filled with lust, but had a playful undertone that you had always loved about him. “God I want you so bad.” He groaned. While the look in his eyes showed lust, as much as Calum loved sex he loved to win just as much. “But you’re wrong princess. This night is going to end with you on your knees begging me to fuck you over and over and over again until you can’t fucking move.” He growled, and with that he moved away from you and into his closet, getting dressed and leaving you panting in the bathroom, just as horny but even more determined to beat him as his favorite game.

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Calum had been gone just over an hour and you were already plotting his demise. You had picked out his favorite laced set that you owned and had taken a few pictures which you happily sent to him.

Just a little taste of what you’ll get when I win ;)

You smirked at the thought of what the picture would do to him. Surely you were going to win. because there was no way he could resist you in the pretty lace set.

All of a sudden your phone started ringing, and the cute picture of Calum that you had set as his contact picture lit up on your phone. Smirking, you accepted the call.

“You better be wearing that when I get home.” His voice rasped on the other end of the line.

“Admitting defeat already Cal?”

“Never.”

“I’m sorry to hear that baby. I guess I’ll just have to take this off then.” You sighed, giggling at as you heard him groan.

“Baby…” Calum thought he might faint. He didn’t think denying you would be quite this hard.

“It’s such a shame Cal. I had tonight all planned and everything you know.” Your voice was laced in the lust he was so familiar with. “I was going to let you do anything you wanted with me.”

Calum swallowed. “A-Anything?”

“Mmhhhm.” You sighed. “But I guess now I’ll just have to take care of myself won’t I?”

“No. No fuck that I’m coming home. Don’t you dare touch yourself babygirl, I’m on my way.”

“See you soon Cal. I’ll be waiting.” You laughed, hanging up the phone. He had finally snapped. You had won.

You lit some candles around the bed in order to set the sensual mood you knew turned Calum on, although he would never admit it. Looking in the mirror, you fluffed your hair and spritzed on some perfume before adjusting your breasts in the white lace bra you were wearing and laying down on the bed to await Calum’s return.

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As soon as he heard the dial tone on your end of the line, Calum raced out of the dressing room to meet up with the boys.

“You look a little flushed Calum, is everything ok?” Michael asked as he shoved some doritos in his mouth.

“Yeah uh, no, I’m not feeling so great.”

“You getting sick mate?”

“Yeah I think so. I think I need to skip out on this interview guys, Y/N’s worried about me and I really just think I should go.” He stuttered. It was possibly the lamest excuse ever, but it was hard to think straight with the picture of you spread and ready for him in the white lace that was currently whirring through his brain.

“Yes I’m sure she’s very worried about your well being Cal.” Michael snickered. Not much about Calum got past Michael. Calum narrowed his eyes and Michael shut his mouth. If there was one thing Michael understood it was a man’s need for sex. “You should go if you’re feeling shitty Cal. I’m sure that’s what Y/N would want.” Michael spoke, trying his hardest to keep a straight face as the other two nodded in agreement, giving him the permission he needed to leave.

“Thanks guys!” Calum called over his shoulder as he raced out of the studio, making his way back to his insanely hot girlfriend. He drove faster than he should have, running a few stop signs on the way. The thought of you in his favorite white lace set, lying in wait for him on his bed made his dick twitch in his pants and to say he was excited would be a huge understatement. He didn’t know how he thought he was going to win this. You were just too sexy to resist. He had no chance right from the start. Though either way, post challenge sex was always the best for you two no matter who was victorious.

Finally, he pulled back into your shared home and slipped the key in lock, depositing his jacket on a chair and racing up the stairs towards the bedroom. The door to your shared room was closed, so Calum took a moment to take a deep breath, flexing a little to pump himself up before slowly opening the door.

“Hey baby.” Your voice sounded like it was dripping with honey. The room was illuminated in the soft glow of candlelight, highlighting your figure perfectly, the curvature of your ass, thighs and breasts kryptonite to him. He tried his best to stand up straight, but the very sight of you made him weak at the knees. How he got so lucky he’s never know. You rose from the bed, crossing the room and moving towards him. You hooked your arms around his neck, tickling the soft baby hairs at the base, causing him to let out a breathy sigh. “You missed me didn’t you Cal?” You knew that you had him wrapped around your finger. You had won and now it was time to play.

“Yes baby, I missed you so much.” His hands found your hips, pulling you in towards him.

“So much that you had to cut time out of your busy schedule and come home to your loving, devoted, girlfriend?”

Calum nodded enthusiastically, practically whimpering as his eyes wandered down your body and rested on your lace clad breasts.

“Do you like it? I dressed up all pretty just for you Cal.” You sighed, turning away from him. “But you didn’t even want me this morning. Why should I let you have me now?”

A look of pure lust overcame Calum as you taunted him. Coming up behind you, he wrapped his hands around your waist, hooking his fingers in between your thighs and rubbing his thumbs over your sensitive skin. “Because only I can make you feel how you do right now. Only my touch satisfies your craving and you want it more than anything, don’t you baby?” Maybe Calum could have you and win the challenge at the same time if he played his cards right. But you were smarter than that.

“Oh no Cal, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work on me. Not this time.” You wriggled out of his grip, turning back around to face him.

“Baby, c’mon!” Calum pleaded, but you were not going to budge. He always won you over when it came to stuff like this, but this time was going to be different. “What do you want me to do?!”

“Beg.”

“What?”

“If you want me so bad, then beg for me.”

“But-”

“Nope. If you want me, then you have to tell me just how much or I’ll take matters into my own hands.” You sighed, sitting down on the bed slowly tracing your fingers down your torso and towards the hem of your panties. Immediately Calum stopped you. He was on his knees in front of you in a flash, his hand gripping yours and hindering any more movement. He cleared his throat.

“Y/N. You’re the most beautiful, sexy, smart…smarter than me even…and amazing woman that I have ever met and I love you so, so much. Will you please, please, allow me to make sweet sweet love to you for the rest of the day?” His brown eyes stared up at you in complete adoration as you smiled and reached down to kiss him on the lips.

“Of course Cal.”

“Of course what?” He winked.

“Of course I want you to make sweet love to me.“ You paused. “Or maybe just to fuck me into oblivion.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.”

Calum pushed you down onto the bed before climbing on top of you and pinning you to the mattress. His lips were on yours, moving rhythmically as his hands trailed down your body, exploring every inch of you like you were made of pure gold. His fingers found the clasp of your bra.

“As much as I love you in this, it has to go.” He slipped the lace off your shoulders, leaving your chest bare in front of him. “And these.” He slipped your panties down your legs before returning his attention back to your lips. He could have done this forever. Kissing you was his favorite thing, but right now he needed more. His arm traveled down towards your glistening heat, his thumb brushing over your extremely sensitive clit, making you cry out.

“Yeah you like that don’t you baby? Look how desperate you are for me darling. All ready for me to fuck you.” He groaned, seeing your wetness so ready for him. “I want to taste you baby, can I taste you?”

“Y-Yes, p-please Cal!!” Your hands tightly grasped the sheets as his mouth attacked your pussy, licking a stripe up your slit as he gripped your legs, throwing them over his shoulders so he could bury his tongue further inside you.

“Oh my god, Calum!” Your hands moved to grip his dark locks as he slurped at your pussy.

“You always taste so…so good baby.” He groaned, hands moving up and down the inside of your thighs, devouring your juices like you were his favorite meal.

“C-Calum, I need you.” He lifted his eyes to meet yours, his tongue still slowly moving around your core.

“What was that baby?”
“I-I need your cock inside me Calum. N-Now.” You tried to sound commanding, but he had you too worked up.
“I know baby, I know.” He climbed back up so that his mouth was level with yours. “You love my cock don’t you?”

You nodded hastily, desperate for him to do something. “Well who am I to deny my beautiful babygirl when she’s been so good to me? Turn around baby, on all fours.” He instructed and you immediately complied, climbing onto your hands and knees and arching your ass out for him. He chuckled as he slid his hands over the smooth skin of your ass, spreading your cheeks a little before he gripped his dick and lined it up with you entrance, easing his way in, both of you gasping at the contact until he was completely inside of you. “That’s it baby, that’s it. Take my cock. There’s a good girl. Oh baby, you can always take my…my whole cock can’t you? My dirty little girl.” He panted and you clenched around him. He reached up and took hold of your hair, wrapping your locks around his fist as he pounded into you, building up a rhythm and speed that had your legs turning to jelly.

“Yes, yes, Calum! It feels so good!” You moaned, the feeling of his cock deep inside you was pure bliss and you could feel yourself reaching your climax as his tip hit your sweet spot over and over as his thrusts became faster. The sound of his balls slapping your skin filled the room and he filled you to the brim. The feeling was ecstasy, his hands that rested on your hips, pulling you into him, creating goosebumps all over your body.

“Let go babygirl, let go for me, that’s it. You’re so beautiful baby, so sexy.” He cooed, egging you on to your finish. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your walls clenching around Calum’s dick as he gave the final thrust.

“Oh god.” Calum squeezed his eyes shut, his grip on your hair tightening. “I-I’m cumming baby.” In a whirlwind, Calum pulled out of you before spurting his hot cum all over your back and the top of your ass, painting you in white. You knees gave out, weakened from your orgasm as you sank to the mattress. Calum got up, retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel before coming back into the bedroom.

“Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” He kissed the top of your head, wiping your back clean before settling down next to you and engulfing you in his arms.

The two of you lay quietly for awhile, cuddling and enjoying the sounds of each other’s breathing before Calum spoke.

“So… who won?”

“It’s always a competition with you isn’t it?” You laughed, rolling your eyes and snuggling further into him.

“You know I think I won.” He said matter of factly.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Because I just got to have sex with the most amazing girl in the entire world, so I can’t be a loser.” He kissed your temple and you could practically feel his smile.

“You’re still a loser Cal. But I’m alright with that.”

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Houndoom

According to Johtan legend, houndooms used to be silent. They moved from village to village, town to town, as stealthy and voiceless as shadows, reaping souls from bodies without any way to know they were coming. Death swept through the region, from the oceanfront to the high crags, until the pack reached the crossing point to another land, the dwelling place of the goddess Torēdā. The story claims her to be the guardian of the route through the mountains, one who only allows passage to those who will trade with her.

The houndooms spoke in soft voices, voices of wood smoke and gentle, curling breeze, so Torēdā had to creep close to hear their words. But as she listened, she smelt death in their mouths, the deaths of infants and innocents, of a thousand souls not yet born. She knew that by granting passage to these beings, she was snatching the lives of those in the lands beyond the mountains.

So she made her offer to them. 

“For passage through the crags, I will take your silence. I shall put wind in your lungs and brass in your throats, so that, when you smell blood and soul-scent in the air, you shall cry out at the joy of it, and declare it your quarry.”

To the hounds, it seemed a fine offer. They would finally have voices, be able to howl at the moon in their pleasure. So they accepted, and the trade was made.

It was not until they trekked the length of the mountains that they realised their mistake. As they drew closer to human land, smelling blood for the first time in many weeks, they could not help but draw breath into their bodies, and howl a great, rattling call of delight. They sprinted tirelessly, chasing the scent, ready to reap the souls they hungered for.

But the villagers heard their howls from leagues away, and fled from them. Those who did not flee prepared to fight, with sticks and spears and beasts at their side, refusing to become prey.

From then on, the houndooms could not regain their silence. Whenever they smelt blood in the air, they were forced to howl to the heavens, alerting all to their presence from miles around. Torēdā had cursed them, and they had not even realised it. 

From then on, their prey always heard them coming.

Playing With Fire

A/N: I finally got this done after agonizing over a few parts these past couple of days >w< But this piece is for/dedicated to @kristicles and is based on this stunning piece of art she drew of Riza. Krista, thank you for being so cool and wonderful, and for contributing such amazing art to this fandom! owo I hope you enjoy~!


Riza Hawkeye had never been one to flaunt her body; always the one to cover up as much as she could for fear that her past and scars would be showcased to the world. She was never one to strive to be the center of attention, instead opting to blend into the background whenever possible. Riza was a watcher, a listener, as demonstrated by her successes as a sharpshooter. She was more than well-equipped for removing herself by fading into the shadows.

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"You’re Here Now, That’s All That Matters” Josh Diaz

Request: could you write Josh Diaz fluff?

A/N: i’ve honestly only been writing josh imagines because i can’t find it in myself to accept that’s he dead, which is saying a lot because i don’t typically get attached to minor characters. anyways, to whom requested this imagine, i hope you enjoy it x.

oh and i’ll probably post my other josh imagines eventually when i can find the time and energy to write for the other characters, but for now i’m staying bitter about his death :“)

Summary: After what Y/N thought was a failed relationship, Josh goes to her house and explains himself 

Warnings: none rly, just a bit of angst in the beginning, but i promise the middle-ending is rly fluffy !! and this ended up being a lot longer than how i intended it to be, but nonetheless, i hope you like it

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When it came to Josh, you would do absolutely anything for him, despite many people depicting him as a bad person because of who he was associated with. Scott had learned to like Josh a lot, even if he was allies with the enemy.

But he knew that Josh would keep his word, and sworn to protect you at all costs, and when it came to you, he never brought you into Theo’s plan in fear you would end up hurt.

Although now you were feeling as if this was a one-way relationship, because as it continued on, you felt Josh slowly slipping away, showing more disinterest in you, and making up excuses to stop seeing you.

And it scared you because you loved him, and you thought he felt the same, but from the way he was starting to act around you, you knew he no longer wanted the relationship you held onto for so long.

You had such high hopes for it, yet you couldn’t deny you two were being pushed further and further away from each other as the days went by.

Suddenly going to school wasn’t as exciting as it used to be anymore, and instead made you feel anxious as the nerves rushed through your body as you pushed past the crowd of students.

When at times you could seek comfort from Josh while he stood by your locker, awaiting you with open arms, this time wasn’t one of them.

You somehow managed to distract yourself from the thought of your boyfriend by focusing on your work, but the time you spent taking notes and reading pages of useless crap felt endless.

When finally the lunch bell rang, you left in a hurry and sat on the wooden tables outside where you and your pack usually met at. You waited for your friends to come and spark up a conversation in hopes you wouldn’t have to think about your failing relationship. But the moment they sat down and smiled, laughing and talking amongst themselves, all you felt like doing was crawling into your bed and crying.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Lydia asked, and suddenly you felt multiple pairs of eyes on you as you averted your eyes towards them instead of the ground you had endlessly been staring at since they sat down next to you.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You murmur, adding a small smile to hide your emotions.

To your dismay, they could sense your anxiousness and anger, and utter sadness. Like you expected, they were all asking you what the matter was, and what they could to make it better.

You shook your head and uttered a quiet ‘nothing’ as your eyes landed on the one person you didn’t want to see.

You could see him talking to Theo and Corey, while Tracy and Hayden spoke among themselves. You saw the way he smiled and laughed, something you missed a lot.

“Y/N, we know something’s up, you know you can tell us right?” Scott exclaimed as you nodded your head.

“I promise guys, I’m fine.” You responded confidently, yet the cracking in your voice and your lip starting to quiver instantly gave you away.

“You’re not fine.” Malia uttered. “A voice like that? You call that fine? Y/N, if you’re having troubles with anything, you know you can tell us. We can’t help you if you don’t tell us anything.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, breathing in deeply before looking at your boyfriend.

“It’s nothing. Just some stupid, hormonal problems.” You muttered. “I’ll get over it.”

His eyes finally landed on yours as he instantly turned away from you. Pretending as if he’d never even see you at all, carried on about with his life as if you two hadn’t just shared eye contact for the first time in three weeks. And to say that hurt would be an understatement because nothing could describe how badly you felt.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered, picking up your bag as you fumbled with your books, clumsily throwing them in as you hurried off your seat. “I need to go.”

Your friends started calling after you, worry clear in their tone as you sped-walked to the washroom and locked yourself in a stall as you sighed in frustration, letting angry tears fall from your eyes.

You sniffled as you let the rest of your tears fall, because at that moment you could care less if any of your friends heard you, or someone came in and heard you sobbing to yourself.

You didn’t understand why you felt so much pain. And if this is what being in love felt like, you didn’t want to ever feel this way again. You didn’t need to feel shitty over some guy who clearly stopped giving a crap about you so suddenly.

You wiped your tears away quickly groaning, as you leaned your head on the stall door.

“God, you’re so pathetic.” You muttered to yourself, unlocking the door and washing your hands as if you hadn’t been crying. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, wiping away the mascara stains left on your cheeks, fixing your makeup to hide the fact that you had just been sobbing not even five minutes ago.

You carried on with the rest of your day, ignoring the aching feeling in your chest as the image of Josh looking away from you as if he was ashamed to see you replayed in your mind.

The moment you got home you collapsed on your bed and stared at your ceiling, not moving a single muscle.

Instead of crying you decided to keep every negative emotion you had inside because you knew that if you let out even a single tear you probably wouldn’t be able to stop crying for a long time. And you weren’t gonna do that to yourself again and relive the pain that you felt.

If you thought about Josh you would cry, and if you cried, well that would only leave you with an aching heart and a pounding head as you continuously wondered what you ever did to him to make you feel as bad as you did and question what went wrong every moment that passed.

That familiar feeling of your throat aching signalled you were about to cry, as your eyes started to water and you started to shake slightly. A sob escaped your lips as you turned yourself around so you could bury yourself into the comfort of your pillow to make sure no one in your house would hear you crying.

A knock at your door silenced your sobs as you got up and wiped your cheeks. You sniffled as you tried to remove the black stains on your face, but to no difference it made by the way your eyes were red and watery, your eyeliner smudged all around your eyes, and your cheeks red from all that crying. You tried your best to make yourself look as if you weren’t in complete pain, only managing to remove any extra makeup left on your face, but your reddened cheeks and glossy eyes would give you away in a second.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You hissed.

Another knock emitted at your door as you decided to face whom you thought was your mother or father, or your sibling even and only explain your distress if asked.

You got up from your bed and opened your door. “What is it?” You asked as your eyes were met with not your mother, nor your father, nor your sibling, but Josh.

“W-What are you doing here?” You asked in surprised as he sighed and walked into your room.

“I need to talk to you.” He exclaims, your heart sinking at his words.

Even if you saw it coming, you didn’t want it to come so soon. And even if you went weeks without uttering a word to each other, or making contact of any level, you didn’t want your suspicions to be confirmed when he told you he was breaking it off with you.

“If you’re going to end things than don’t bother saying anything, I kind of already got the hint.” You huffed.

“What?” He asked in surprise.

“You came here to tell me that you want to break up, try to explain your reason. I’ll tell you I understand, and promise there’s no hard feelings. We promise to stay friends but we both know that’ll never happ-”

“I’m not breaking up with you.” Josh sighed.

“Are you sure?” You ask firmly.

“I came here to talk to you, give you an explanation as to why I haven’t been talking to you for nearly a month.” Josh said.

“Wow, you’ve actually acknowledged that you’ve been ignoring me for that long?” You sarcastically spoke, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Will you stop being so bitter and let me explain?” He asked in frustration.

“Yeah whatever, go ahead.” You waved with your hand as you rubbed your temples trying to soothe your pounding head.

“I needed to stay away from you, Y/N. Theo was sensing that I was getting too involved with you and your pack, and he was afraid I was going to leave him to join Scott. And I couldn’t even if I wanted to now because he threatened to kill you if I even step foot near you. I would never willing keep myself away from you, and you should know that. And you don’t even realize how frustrating that was for me, and letting you think that I didn’t care anymore. When I saw you today at lunch, I, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to see you, and talk to you, even if it meant you were gonna yell at me because, hell, I deserved to be screamed at.” He explained so fast, you had to stop to register everything he said.

“I just don’t understand why you had to wait three weeks to tell me all of this?” You questioned, slightly irritated despite the way his words made your heart race.

“Don’t you understand what hell this has been for me? I couldn’t talk to you because I wanted to make sure Theo wouldn’t touch you. You don’t even realize how much I feared for you everyday, scared for your life that Theo would hurt you. You don’t realize how much I worried for you, how distracted I’ve been. How badly I wanted to go up up to you and touch you, how badly I wanted to sneak into your room for the last three weeks. I couldn’t do any of that because Theo was always stuck up my ass. He tried to do everything he could so I couldn’t see you, and that pisses me off so much because just seeing you go on with your day without talking to you is painful enough.” He rants.

“I’m sorry Josh. I didn’t realize. If only I had known-”

“Don’t. It’s not your fault.” He breathed out. “Don’t apologize. I’m just frustrated with myself because you’re right, I really didn’t have to wait nearly a month to talk to you and explain.” He interrupted in a low voice.

“I just, I was scared. I was scared I was going to lose you, scared you wouldn’t take me back. But I was also scared that if I didn’t live up to my promise that I would find you dead the next day and I, I can’t take that. I would never be able to forgive myself if Theo hurt you. I rather you live your life without me than see him lay a finger on you.” Josh finished.

“But, if you aren’t allowed to see me anymore than what does that mean?” You asked in a quiet voice.

“It means nothing. Nothing Theo can do will ever stop me from coming back to you. I told Theo that he can try and keep me away from you, but nothing would work because, fuck, Y/N, I’m in love with you. And, I’m not so forward with my feelings but I love you. I love you so damn much and it’s frustrating because no one has ever made me feel the way you do.” Josh uttered.

You heart raced rapidly as you walked over to Josh, wrapping your arms around his neck, inhaling his scent for the first time in weeks, allowing yourself to remember what it felt like to have him so close to you.

“I missed you.” You sigh as his grip around your waist tightened.

“Ignoring you for this long nearly killed me.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into your neck as you laid side by side on your bed.

“It’s okay. You’re here now. That’s all the matters to me.” You say quietly.

“I love you.” Josh says, breathless as he admired the way you looked. Even though he knew you had been crying not too long before he arrived, he still thought you were the most gorgeous person he had ever laid eyes on.

“I love you too.” You whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

He never understood how he got so lucky to have you, and how lucky he was that you forgave him so easily even after the pain he knew he put you through. And even if it seemed like nothing, as in love as you two were with each other, spending so much time apart was just as painful as any other thing in this world.

You intertwined your fingers together, as you laid beside him, your back pressed against his chest. You could hear his heart rate accelerating as you pushed yourself closer to him, finding comfort in his warmth.

The silence was comforting, there wasn’t really much you two could say, but just having the presence of one another was enough for you both.

ask-crayon-the-homeless-artist  asked:

is it spoilers to ask what exactly happened to Pepper and Gimmik in the past?

Nah, not really. I thought about taking their stories to the blog, but I’m worried their stories may be a little bit too “dark” and/or dramatic for what I’d like the blog to be. I think that if they ever were to bring it up it would be in conversation, and it would absolutely be watered down since it’d most likely be aimed at Billie because she’s liiittle

But I’ll be happy to sum their stories up below the break! It ended up longer than i thought though ooops

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shittyslardo  asked:

Who is your fancast/headcanon for Bitty & Shitty? :D And for Lardo? You know what? Just tell me about your fancasts for ALL of the characters, please? :D ^___^

!!! ok this ended up being waaaaaay longer than i thought it would be so it’s under a read more! my cp fancasts under the cut :)

    • 1) we’ve all seen this. but. jack after a workout. bitty has to lay down after jack sends him this
    • 2) jack in his stupid flannel shirt. (ryan kennedy actually has like 3 or 4 instagram pics in this shirt, so like jack, he wears it all the damn time)
    • 3) jack on the beach. LOOK AT HIS EYES
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I can’t go on much longer, I’ve tried so hard but it falls back to ground zero. Everyday is a constant struggle in my mind, this thought that always lingers over my head that Im wasting my life, im a disappointment, im a burden on everyone and it would be better if I didnt exist at all. I try to look like im busy, seemlessly trying to pass through everyone without being questioned as to how I am or what Im up to. Ive begin to hate being around people, I hate their judgement but most of all I hate myself for becoming the way I am. I dont think it can be helped, I dont think I can ever be truly happy. I dont think I can be happy for longer periods of time, I get short bursts of joy, happiness and when they end I come crashing down worse than ever. I start hating the fact I was even happy, I hate myself for believing in things I will never be able to do. I have a tendency to disconnect from people and push them away. I stop answering their calls, theyre messages because Im afraid theyll ask me how I am and id have to respond “Im good” even when nothings “good” or ever will be. But id have to do that so they wont have to worry about me and I wont be yet another burden on them. I hate pretending to be alright and I hate being questioned. I want to be loved but I feel like Im impossible to love. The people who love me and care about me, I push them away. I cant stand people being too close to me at all times I cant stand being the one to answer them but I cant stand this loneliness either.  I cant stand hurting them when they did nothing wrong. I hate that ive become so selfish and I expect people to love me and care about me. But I dont want that at the same time, I want to be forgotten. I want to be lost somewhere and never found. Im exhausted. Im tired of these thoughts messing with my head day and night. I dont think I know who I am anymore. Nothing but a disappointment, Nothing but a loser. I feel like Im capable of doing things but I dont think I will ever do them, I constantly feel like im not good enough to the point if someone was nice to me I would hate it because I feel like I dont deserve it. Ive disappointed and hurt too many people to get anything good in return and I dont deserve it. Im sick and Im fucked up. Im tired of myself, my life and what Im doing. Ive lost all the motivation and passion that I had for doing things and I no longer feel like I will do them. Even if I tried to do those things, this constant self doubt will push me back down and wont even let me start. Im alright, Im good, Im okay what about you? fucking pretending all the time. I hate knowing the fact I will never amount to anything and I would have wasted my life being nothing. I dont want to live with myself this way, It would be better if I died so I wouldnt have to worry about these things anymore. I wish I was normal, Ive tried but it just wont work. Ive tried to do things the way other people do things but it just wouldnt work for me. I feel pathetic. I shake. I tremble. I cry all on my own and the next moment I put on a smile “Im good what about you?”. 

I hate who Ive become infact I hate who I always was, I dont fit in. I never have and never will be able to. My social anxiety takes its toll on me and I find it difficult to do things that I really want to. It makes me puke and tremble all the time. It disables me to carry on with tasks that are important for me and my life. I hate hurting the people I truly loved and constantly disappointing them especially my parents, my family and that one person who I really did love even though they will never believe it again. I was really in love and genuinely happy but I threw it away as well. They loved me and I hurt them. I dont think I can keep up with this anymore, Im way too tired. Capable of so many things yet I cant do shit. Im sick and tired. I cant look up at someone anymore and tell them I can do this and you can believe in me, I feel pathetic and a burden. I cant disappoint people close to me anymore and most of all I cant disappoint myself anymore. I cant keep lying to myself “I can do better things in life”. Im tired of lying to myself. Everything crashes down for me no matter what it is, It never really works out for me and because of that I have given birth to this habit of quitting on everything, always quitting on things constantly finding escape routes and reasons so I could justify myself. But I can never do that, theres no one to blame but myself for all that Ive done and for what ive become. Im sad and tired. Im lonely but I dont want anyone close to me. I feel empty and the things that made me feel better no longer help, I loathe myself and I never thought I will end up doing that. If youre reading this, I want you to know that please dont stay in contact with me anymore. Dont call me. Dont message me. Dont do anything. I dont have the energy anymore. To live or do anything. Ill try but I dont think itll last much longer. I feel guilt in who I am and everything that Ive done. Im sorry for everything.

Elephants (Taehyung x Reader, pt 4)

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Maybe being soulmates won’t be so bad, not if it’s Taehyung.


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Differences (Part 1)

Anon: Hai :) could I request a jimin angst based off of the song lost stars that jungkook covered? The whole song but mostly this part “I thought I saw you out there crying I thought I heard you call my name I thought I heard you out there crying” This song makes me feel things D’:

I made this longer than it should be, but I hope you like it.^^ 

- Admin Sun 


You both were from completely different worlds, being on the exact ends. He was a Blue Blood and you were just Red; common, simple, and identical. Blue bloods always meant royalty, that they were up at the very top of the social pyramid. And then, everyone came below them. Blue Bloods had the wealth, the fame, every single thing a Red would desire to have. Blues were always wearing the fanciest clothing, driving the most luxurious cars, owning acres of land that just contributed to the size of their homes. They were just that wealthy that they could even buy neighboring kingdoms for a fraction of what it’s really worth.

No Red could ever dream of becoming a Blue. And even if one was indeed married into a Blue Blooded family, they will never get the benefit of becoming true royalty. Despite Reds always dreaming of becoming one step higher in the social pyramid, some hated the Blues. It was natural, of course. Blues looked at the Reds as if they were dirty, poor, uncivilized commoners happening to live in the same kingdom as them except sectioned off by a lake and the Golden Bridge that crossed into the main parts of the city. Blues tend to pick fights with Reds, a brawl always happening. Even if Blues could instantly buy up the Reds’ entire family and estate, Reds really don’t give a damn. They just love the feeling of always beating the Blues and seeing them humiliated in front of a crowd of people watching.

Even if there were moments where Blues and Reds couldn’t get along, there are a few that did. And those went on to produce families and live their life in moderate wealth, enough to get by each day, but not enough to be classified as an “elite.”

So, where do you stand in this craze of separation? Well, for one, you were a Red. Your mother was a seamstress while your father was an architect, the most praised jobs among the Reds. Your mother worked in a famous shop in which all Blues head to for gowns to be made or their clothing to be adjusted. Any rip or tear, they would head to your mother’s shop. Your father worked within the inner city, constantly drawing blue prints to re-design the way it looks and most importantly, focusing on the castle of the King and Queen.

Since your father had access to their estate, you tend to follow him. You weren’t so great with clothing, but you did have a fine eye for design and was good with your hands. You found building houses or repairing anything broken was better than holding a needle and a thread or working a complex sewing machine. You preferred to be covered in dirt than to sit all day in a shop, listening to picky customers or gossip that you didn’t care for.

And that’s when you met him.

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