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Almost || Dan Howell

A/N: I don’t know whatever this is, I just felt like writing it… I hope it’s alright

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by shinyphan

“Is this how you want this to end?” I whispered, my bottom lip quivering.

I looked up into his cold brown eyes in search of any sign of emotion. There was nothing. It didn’t hurt him like it hurt me.

“Maybe this was doomed from the beginning.” I said more to myself than to him.

All my life I had always been the one who loved people way more than they loved me. I was that kind of girl and he was that kind of boy who barely loved people.

I was a hopeless romantic and he was a rationalist.

It didn’t make any sense but somehow, I still fell for him, hard.

He didn’t fall at all.

I saw that now.

A few weeks earlier, I was walking through the busy city centre, carrying a few bags. I was out shopping since my aunt was going to get married next week and I still needed a dress. After having tried on about fifteen different ones I finally found a light blue lacey dress that fit perfectly.

I happily payed for my new piece of clothing before I headed out of the store.

The streets were busy but no matter where I went I always looked for his face in the crowd. He never left my mind, whenever I saw a tall, brown haired guy my heart beat faster in the hope of it being Dan. Most of the time the man I spotted would turn around and look nothing like him.

When I walked into a little local coffee shop after my exhausting shopping day, a little bell rang as I opened the door. It smelled heavenly like cake and caramel. It was a rainy spring day and I was really looking forward to a big cup of hot chocolate

“That will be 10.30” the cashier told a tall, brown-haired boy who was wearing a leather jacket.

My heart was jumping by now. Could it be him?

“Have a nice day.” I heard the guy say in a posh accent and by now I couldn’t avert my eyes from his tall frame.

When he turned around to walk to his table, I was suddenly face to face with Dan.

“Oh hey! Nice to see you around.” he exclaimed and hugged me.

I smiled brightly and hugged him back.

It was actually him this time. Dan and I had met a couple of times through our mutual friend Phil. Since then we used to talk on the phone quite often. We had never met up without Phil though and while I was sure that I had feelings for Dan, it was highly possible that I was just a friend in his eyes.  

I still had hope though and when he asked me to sit down at his table my heart was smiling.

We talked for about an hour before Dan had to leave and we kept in contact through texts after.  

Phil did invite us both over a couple of times but Dan never acted like I would have expected him to act. We had been talking to each other on the phone for nearly half a year and still when we met in person I was like a stranger to him.

The thing between us was a constant up and down of him showing interest in me and him ignoring me.

I on the other hand fall hard for people and once I have fallen for them there is no way back. He was driving me crazy and he was all I could think about.

After we had finally met up a few times on our own, without Phil, I was basically sure that he was the right one.  

So, what happened you might now ask, if you read the conversation at the start of this story. I will tell you, I will tell you and it will hurt.

I think it was a Friday and I was fine and an hour later I wasn’t fine anymore.

It was already dark outside when I got onto the bus on my way to Phil’s flat. He had invited me and Dan over once again. The first thing I noticed was a tall, brown haired guy in the back of the bus. My heart jumped up and down again as I walked past a few empty seats before I sat down next to Dan.

“Hi” I chirped happily and gave him a short little hug.

It wasn’t that unlikely to meet him here since we lived pretty close and we both had to be at Phil’s at 8pm.

We made a little bit of small talk before we reached our stop and got off. To get to our friend’s flat we had to walk about five minutes from the bus station and I was enjoying the time I could spend with Dan.  

“This feels like a date.” I joked, but I think we both knew that I wasn’t really joking. I immediately regretted that I said that as I saw Dan’s expression.

“I don’t feel the same way, Y/N.” he suddenly blurted out as my face fell.

“What?” I asked him, wide eyed and completely dumbfounded.

“About us, you like me way more than I like you.”

I couldn’t believe his words, my hopes were crushed and I was shocked because we were suddenly talking about our feelings. I felt like dying on the inside.

“Why did you spent half a year texting and meeting up with me then!?” I wanted to know. I had been pretty hopeful that he could like me back, but apparently, I was wrong.

“I was lonely and I guess I like you, but that feeling is not strong enough. It’s nothing compared to how you feel about me.” Dan explained, throwing his hands up in defence.

“All you did was lead me on! Dan, I’m so damn into you it hurts and you just got my hopes up because you were lonely?” I shouted at him, I felt empty and betrayed.

I kicked a little stone with my foot and it flew across the pavement. We passed a few street lights and Phil’s flat was in sight already.

“So, is this how you want this to end?” I asked Dan silently, from my voice he could tell that I was close to crying.

“I’m sorry.” he told me somewhat truthfully and I understood that he couldn’t choose who he had feelings for.

“Tell Phil that I couldn’t make it.” I snivelled as I turned around to walk back to the bus station. I had the strong desire to just hide in my bed for the next week or two.

“Believe me, I’m so sorry that we ended with an almost.”


Davina’s (recent) wardrobe appreciation 

Poor Unfortunate Souls (Prince Ben X Reader)

Fandom: Disney’s Descendants
Pairing: Prince Ben Florian X Reader
Word Count: 2, 781
Author’s Note: Reader is Ursula’s daughter (I know she died before she had kids BUT HUSH IT’S A FANFIC), but Ursula has recently died, so she doesn’t have a real family. Jay, Carlos, Evie, and Mal are pretty much her only friends on the Isle of the Lost. Slight, background Mal X Evie!!  <33
Request for the-pastel-galaxies, SORRY IT KINDA SUCKS I SPENT SO LONG ON IT BUT ?????

You frowned when you saw Maleficent ushering her daughter and Mal’s three best friends behind her, leading them to a shiny, black car. You stepped out from the shadows, casting a curious glance at Evie.

“Where are you going?” You asked, your voice low and quiet so you didn’t attract Maleficent’s attention.

“Auradon!” The blue-haired girl responded, and you felt your heart drop into your shoes. What? Why were they going to Auradon?

“Why are you going there? Are you guys in trouble? Do you need me to,” You waggled your fingers, dark violet smoke curling from your pale purple fingertips. “Distract someone?”

Evie shook her head, smiling at you. “No, we’re going to Auradon Prep! Some type of exchange student thing.” She frowned when she seemed to realize what that meant. “Oh no, __y/n__,” She spoke softly, and you hated to see the frown on her pretty face.

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” Would it suck to lose them? Of course. But you wanted them to get off the Isle of the Lost. They would be better off in Auradon. 

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Rough J-Hope

Requested by anon, and the original request had Jealous!Hobi but I just made it some rough, teasing smut instead. I really hope that’s alright with you. Plus, there’s sort of a set up before the actual smut, so if you don’t want to read the entire thing, just skip to the middle. Short appearance by Jungkook~

Warnings: Language, Bondage, Teasing


J-hope paces back and forth at the bottom of the staircase, impatiently taking glances up to the second floor everytime another slow minute passed.

“Baby, I don’t mean to rush you but can you please hurry? We’re going to be late!” He calls, stopping and propping his hands on his hips. He flicks his wrist and checks his watch for the time.

When he doesn’t get a response, he quickly skips up the stairs, his fingers sliding along the handrail.

“Babe!” He turns into the bedroom he shared with you and leans against the doorway when he sees you, in the same position he left you over twenty minutes ago. You were sat in front of your mirror, every lipstick, mascara tube, eyeliner stick and powder he could imagine splayed out in front of you. “Baby, you don’t need all that make up. You’re so beautiful without it.”

“J-hope, do you even remember where we’re going?” You ask. You don’t look at him and continue brushing pink blush on your cheeks. “It’s a party with your band mates. Not just your band mates, but your band mates and their girlfriends too. I need to look good!”

“Baby, really?” He laughs to himself as he walks over to you. He gently grabs your wrist and pries the brush from your fingers. He sets it down with the others, grabs your other wrist and pulls you to stand in front of him. “Baby girl you’ll be the most beautiful one there, you don’t need to worry. You’ll also be the hottest, because fuck that dress looks good on you.”

“You think so?” You smile and twist your hips, making the short hem lift up even more. “It took forever to pick out.”

“Well you picked the perfect dress. Can we go now? I promise you, you look gorgeous as fuck okay.”

“Okay fine. We can go,” you say and he smiles, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. He lets your wrists go and kneels down in front of you, holding your heels still so you could step into them. “But we’re honestly not that late. We’re just fashionably late if you think about it, that’s it.”

“We were going to be fashionably late ten minutes ago, now we’re just assholes who seem like we don’t actually want to go. Come on.”


Everyone noticed that the power couple were late. Your cheeks were tinted red as you walked in with all eyes on you guys, your arm linked in J-hope’s as he lead you through the crowd. Attention followed as you approached the snack table, J-hope grabbing a glass filled with sparkling wine. He hands it to you and you thank him quietly, before taking a small sip.

“Hey! Y/n right?” You look over your shoulder and see someone you don’t recognize, but you set the wine down and uncurl your arm from your boyfriends.

“Yeah, hi!” You smile politely at the girl.

“Hi! My god your dress is so cute! It’s Neiman Marcus right? I love the lace down here at the bottom,” she says, grabbing the lacey hem of your dress and rubbing it between her fingers.

“Yeah, j-hope bought it for me. It’s nice right?”

“Of course! You look stunning in it!” She compliments. She looks at your boyfriend. “That must’ve been so expensive.”

“You know,” J-hope shrugs with a cocky smirk. “Whatever the Queen wants she’ll get.”

“You two are so cute.”

Fifteen minutes into the party, you and J-hope were called over to the couch to join Jungkook and his girlfriend. J-hope and Jungkook were deep into a conversation about work, speaking in Korean with each other. The other boy’s girlfriend was sat next to him, his arm around her while he talked, but she was on her phone and paying no attention to you at all. You were bored as hell, perched comfortably on your boyfriend’s lap. His hands were on your hips, his fingers idly playing with the material of your dress.

“Baby I’m bored,” you whine, burying your face into J-hope’s neck. He says nothing and only kisses your shoulder before going back to laughing with his friend. “Baby.”

You still had no success in gaining the attention of your boyfriend and without even meaning to gain a reaction out of him, you bare your teeth on his neck and gently bite his sweaty skin. He jumps in surprise, his hands tightening on your hips as his words start slurring together shakily. You smirk and do it again, this time running the tip of your tongue over the tender bitten spot.

“Y/n,” J-hope turns his head and hisses in your ear.

“Sorry,” you apologize innocently and J-hope mistakably goes back to his conversation.

You throw your long legs over J-hope’s lap so it wasn’t noticeable when you reached between your thighs and rested your hand right on top of his semi. His whole body stiffens immediately, his hand grabbing your wrist, but that just makes you kneed him through his pants with so much more want. His fingers go slack around your arm, loosely holding onto it as you softly massage him.

“Don’t resist,” you whisper.

“Jungkook, I’ll talk to you later man,” J-hope grits out through a forced smile and his friend smiles back.

“Sure dude. Babe, let’s go get you something to drink.” Kookie and his girlfriend walk away and you and J-hope are left alone. He instantly turns to you.

“Stop. We’re at a party.”

“A boring one,” you point out. “Just let me have some fun.”

“In the middle of everyone? Do you want to get caught?” He asks, his voice strained. His hand tightens around your wrist again but he never once attempts to pull you away from his hardening crotch. You pull away yourself, shifting your body over so you’re straddling your boyfriend’s thighs, your ass sat right on his hard cock. To everyone around you, you looked like a cute, innocent couple, but you knew what you were doing.

“Maybe I do want to get caught,” you say, tilting your head and challenging your boyfriend to fucking do something already. He just stares at you with unamused raised eyebrows so you start moving your hips against him. His hands jerk to grab you and still your body, but you rock through his strength. You smile at him. “What?”

“Baby girl,” J-hope warns in his sexy voice. “You might not wanna start something you can’t finish.”

You rub your hand up J-hope’s chest, up his shoulder and neck and grab his jaw to force his head back. You push your lips to his ear.

“Oh it’s something I’ll definitely make sure to finish,” you murmur and before you know it you’re lifted off of your boyfriends lap. A large, familiar hand is squeezing yours and dragging you through people to get to the back of the dorm before you even realize your feet are on the floor. “Where are we going?”

“My old room,” J-hope answers you shortly, weaving through the crowd. He pulls you down the hall and around the corner, pushing you into the room before him.

You skip happily over to J-hope’s old bed, he used to share with his best friend Taehyung. You sit down on the edge and wait until your boyfriend shuts and locks the door. Once he does that, making sure nobody can walk in on you, he turns around and walks towards you.

“Baby baby baby,” he shakes his head with a smirk, his hand tugging at the tie around his neck. He pulls it off roughly and it snaps in the air, making you jump. “So so naughty, getting me hard in front of all my friends. How do you think that makes me feel, hmm?”

He bends down in front of you so he’s level with your face, one hand resting on the bed and holding him up while the other caresses your cheek.

“Well if you ask me,” you say, reaching forward and grabbing his cock through his pants. He groans, his eyes fluttering closed at your touch. “It makes you feel pretty excited.”

“Don’t get smart,” he says, pushing at your shoulder to get you to lay down on the mattress. He crawls over you and you reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss. He dodges your lips though and goes to place wet kisses all over your chest instead. Your dress was very generous in the cleavage area, and he was liking it a lot. “Because you’ve been so naughty baby, guess what I get to do. Go on, guess.”

“What?” You ask, watching him with hooded eyes. He lifts his head up and brings his mouth so so close to yours, your lips almost touching but just not.

“I’m going to tease the fuck out of you,” he whispers, your mouths brushing together slightly. You want more, leaning in for it but he pulls away completely and stands up. He walks over to the closet, sliding the door open and peeking inside. “Let’s see…”

“J-hope, what are you doing?” You whine, lifting yourself up on your elbows to see him.

“Remember these?” Your boyfriend’s signature smirk is back as he pulls an old favorite of yours from the top shelf, dangling it from his finger. The fuzzy, pink handcuffs swing back and forth, making your stomach flip. J-hope makes his way back over to you. “We used to use these so much baby..”

“J-hope,” you gulp as your boyfriend crawls onto the bed at your feet. You use your arms to push yourself back, the further away from him the closer he got until your head was hitting the bars at the top of the bed. “Can’t we just fuck really quick and get it over with?”

“No no baby girl,” j-hope shakes his head and spreads his deliciously thick thighs over your chest. “You were a naughty kitten. And naughty kittens don’t get what they want, do they?”

You ritually hold your arms up and he clasps the cuffs around your wrists and the bars, binding you in place. He leans down over your face.

“I said, do they?” He repeats himself.


“Good girl,” he sweetly pecks your nose before sliding off of you. As he slides down your body, he pulls your dress with him.

“Please don’t rip the dress. It did nothing wrong,” you plead, watching him with worried eyes.

“I’ll just buy you another one.”

The designer dress is discarded and you watch your boyfriend stand up.

“What are you doing?”

“Well I can’t tease you with clothes on can I?”

J-hope’s long, slender fingers gradually undo each of the buttons on his shirt. He slides the suits jacket off, and then the shirt itself, dropping them both to the carpet. He was left shirtless now and you drink in the tan skin of his chest and abdomen. Every single muscle flexes as he works on his pants next, popping the button and slowly tugging down the zipper. He pulls his pants and boxers down at the same time, stepping out of them and kicking them away. His cock was finally free and you lick your lips hungrily.

“Baby,” you say but he doesn’t falter his act.

“Yes Princess?” He asks, his own hand wrapping around his cock and tugging. He releases the sexiest moan you’ve ever heard and you whine, pulling on your restraints.

“J-hope please,” you beg.

“Please what baby?” He teases further, throwing his head back and biting his lip as his hand gives his cock another jerk. “Oh fuck yes..”

“Hoseok stop,” you cry out, yanking on the handcuffs and making them screech unpleasantly against the bars. J-Hope pulls away from himself.

“We’ve barely even started baby and you’re already begging.”

“Hoseok please.”

“Jesus, you’re even bringing out the real name,” he shakes his head, crawling into the mattress up to you. “Do you know how hot you sound when you beg me to fuck you?”

He lays beside you, propped up on one arm and rubs his hand over your leg, starting from your ankle and ending at the top of your thigh. He slips his hand down, and rubs over the wet spot on your panties.

“You’re soaked baby,” he whispers, lifting his hand up to his lips. He swipes his tongue over the tips of his fingers, moaning. “And you taste so damn sweet. Should I have a better taste?”

“Please please J-hope,” you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“That’s a good girl. Asking so nicely. I’ll reward you then, how’s that sound?”

J-hope shifts his body down the bed and up again, between your legs. He pries them apart, gripping at your thighs and staring hungrily at your stained panties. He scoots himself up further, hooking his arms around your legs and pulling you closer to his face. He takes a deep whiff of the air.

“You smell so fucking delicious baby, can’t wait to taste you.”

You see his face disappear and then feel his tongue push between your folds, but through your panties. You moan loudly nonetheless and forgetting you had your wrists cuffed, try reaching down to yank on J-hope’s hair. You’re met with no give on the cuffs side and you whimper.

“Fuck. J-hope uncuff me,” you breathe out.

“What was that baby?” He mumbles against you, the vibrations of his voice wracking through your sensitive clit and you buck your hips up.

“Fuck!” You cry out. “J-hope uncuff me. I need to touch you.”

“Not happening baby.”


“I think these need to come off now,” j-hope mumbles to himself as he tugs your panties down your legs. He flings them to the side and ducks back down. “There we go. So much better.”

One long stripe is licked up your pulsing pussy and he flicks the tip of his tongue over your sensitive nub. The breath is ripped from your lungs when Hoseok’s full lips close around your clit and he sucks on it, tongue peeking out and making you gasp.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, trying to buck into his face but his hands firmly held your hips down and kept you still.

You pulled and tugged on the handcuffs with no avail on getting loose as J-hope’s tongue worked wonders on you. He licked between your folds and slurped up every drop of your wetness, sucking on your clit like a sweet lollipop. Your eyes shot open and you almost screamed, almost, when two of J-hope’s fingers slowly pushed inside of you without a warning. You had his mouth sucking on your thigh and his fingers pumping in and out of you at the slowest pace.

“J-hope please,” you whine helplessly. “Please.”

J-hope pulls away, but pushes his fingers deep inside of you.

“Baby we have to get you stretched,” he says, kissing your thighs softly. “We don’t want you to rip open on my cock now do we?”

“I don’t care,” you breathe out, lifting your lower half up. J-hope curls his fingers inside of you and you mewl, almost kicking him in the head. He laughs, pulling away.

“Okay okay baby,” he sits himself up. “I’ll stop now. Sorry.”

J-hope grabs your legs and bends them up to your chest, exposing you to him. He pushes his hips forward, teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Is this what you want baby?” He asks, pushing forward some more and adding more pressure.

“Fuck yes,” you moan.

“Was that a no baby girl?” J-hope pulls back.

“No! No! Please fuck me Hoseok please,” you cry, jingling the handcuffs above you.

“Good girl,” your boyfriend leans down over you and rewards you with a kiss, that you instantly moan into. “You ready?”

“Please,” you breathe between his lips and he pecks you one last time before pulling back up.

He moves his hand from your leg so he can grab and guide himself into you, slowly pushing inside. You moan and he looks up at you, watching your face scrunch up so beautifully as he bottoms out. He leans back down over you, moving to rest his weight on his arms next to your head.

“Baby look at me,” J-hope speaks but you keep your eyes tightly shut. “Baby girl, open your eyes and look at me.”

You finally look up at your boyfriend, eyes clouded with lust.

“I love you,” J-hope whispers, trailing kisses from the inside of your elbow down across your shoulder and up your neck. He pushes his lips to yours in a slow kiss, jerking his hips forward to push in deeper and making you whimper. “I love you so much.”

J-hope pulls away from your kiss and rests his forehead against yours as he finally pulls out and pushes back in.

“Hoseok just go,” you beg, bending your arms. “Please.”

J-hope grants you your wish and starts thrusting the way you wanted him to, pushing in at an angle that made you shake.

“Fuck. Fuck,” you gasp. “Faster Hobi.”

J-hope buries his face into your neck before his hips began moving at a dangerously fast pace, forcing your body up the bed with each push. Your head kept hitting the head board.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine fine. Just keep going.”

He groans into your ear, his hands curling into fists by your head as you squeezed around him.

“You feel so good baby.”

You were moaning, whimpering, whining and cursing as your hips slapped together loudly, J-hope’s cock sliding in and out of you with a delicious friction. The banging noise the bed was making against the wall was probably giving everyone at the party an idea of what was happening, but you could care less when the swollen head of your boyfriends cock was grazing against your sweet spot.

“Fuck!” You scream and J-hope doesn’t try to quiet you, just moves faster and pants into your neck. You cry out everytime he thrusts up, your hands endlessly pulling and yanking on the handcuffs around your wrists. Your skin was probably going to be rubbed weirdly but you didn’t care. J-hope kept slamming into your spot over and over again until your stomach started tightening.

“Hobi-” you warn breathlessly.

“Me too baby me too, it’s okay,” he wetly kisses your neck, his teeth gently nibbling on your skin as he moans loudly. “Awh fuck babe. Fuck fuck. Come on, you have to come first.”

J-hope stops thrusting, keeping his dick buried deep inside and grinds into you instead. He moans in your ear again, suddenly pushing himself up straight and grabbing your hips. He repeatedly slams you down onto his cock, driving himself into you deeply until you’re screaming and tightening around him.

“Oh my god J-hope, fuck!”

You moan loudly, pulling on your restraints one last time as you come on your boyfriend’s cock. J-hope keeps pounding into you, your skin slapping together wetly until he comes too, falling forward on his hands. Heavy groans fall from his lips as he lazily rides you both all the way through your highs. He drops his sweaty body down on top of you and you grunt.

“Ugh, j-hope,” you force out. You look down at your breathless boyfriend on your chest and whine. “Hoseok, get off. You’re fat.”

J-hope laughs but pulls out and rolls off of you, cuddling up to your side instead.

“Uncuff me so we can leave,” you say but Hoseok just looks at you. He reaches up and rubs the tip of his finger over the red, tender skin on your wrist.

“Does it hurt a lot baby?” He asks.

“Yes, it actually does. Now uncuff me. My skin is all rubbed raw.”

“I think I like you all tied up and helpless like this Princess,” he says, trailing his finger down your arm. His hand travels all the way down until it’s between your legs again. He pinches your sensitive clit and you gasp, then moan loudly.

“So fucking sexy when you moan, you know that?” J-hope asks, kissing your bicep.

“J-hope stopp,” you drag out. “Quit before I beat your ass.”

“What are you gonna do about that?” He pulls his hands away like you asked, and points at your neck. “You can’t walk out passed everyone with that on your neck.”

“What?” You look at him with wide eyes. “What is it? J-hope did you leave marks?! Do I have a hicky?”

“Yeah babe. This bitch is huge too, takes up like half of your neck-”


Your scream is cut with your boyfriend’s mouth on yours, his tongue pushing in deep and twisting around your own.

“I. Love. You.” He punctuates each of his words with a peck to your lips and you giggle.

“I love you too,” you tell him and he smiles. “But please uncuff me now. It’s you’re turn to be locked up.”


Really weak smut but please love me. I have to pick my baby brother up in twenty minutes, I had to finish really quickly.

~Admin B

anonymous asked:

For the ship meme: Plance?

Who said “I love you” first

I think they would have this really big bad fight. Maybe someone got jealous or went out of boundary and they just scream and fight until one of them breaks out screaming “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU” and the other screams “WELL I LOVE YOU TOO”. Idk which one would do it tbh. They are both susceptible but I think for both of them, it’ll play out this way since both would be like calculating whether to really say it or not.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Lance has Pidge in his. It is actually a pretty tame aesthetic picture of her, with some make up that he did, when she went to this one wedding for a friend. She was in a pretty lacey dress and he just kinda died because she was stunning. This girl was actually dating him. Pidge has the really goofy picture of Lance who hasn’t fixed himself up yet, in his PJs.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Pidge leaves creepy stuff just to scare Lance for years and when he screamed and fainted, and got a sprain, she knew it worked. Not sure if it was worth it though. She had to tell him the truth, in the end. And they kind agreed with her doing the households for the next 3 months after his foot recovers.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Lance forever will give cheesy gifts, the cheesiest. Pidge learns to live with it.c

Who initiated the first kiss

Lance did. Pidge was babbling about tech stuff and Lance swoops in to kiss her. And she goes and says “I was talking but that was good. Do it again.” And there goes their first makeout session too.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Lance actually never stopped this one time to we Pidge up in the morning but she has just slept for half an hour and they get into a big fight about it. And Lance skips work and cuddles her to sleep to make up for it.

Who starts tickle fights

Lance did but wherever he tickled, Pidge was chill. It was like magic. She had no blind spots. Zero. None. Nay.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Lance does and Pidge never complains.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Lance does it sometimes especially when Pidge is grinding a deadline.He knows she has a tendency to forget Lunch if left unsupervised.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Neither really. It was more both of them trying to make it perfect but having different plance for what to do and then them scrapping the plans for like doing random fun stuff like playing in the arcade.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

No one. They just scream at their doom.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Pidge does. She still calls on random strangers to talk about Lance. She mildly insults him at first. ”You know, this guy is kinda stuckup and he never listens to me when I tell him doing that is a bad idea” but then she compliments him the fuck. “But he is just also so sweet and sometimes his bad ideas save the day. and one time we got really wet looking for coins in a fountain cuz we both lost our wallets and our phones were dead and we needed a ride back. and we do all these crazy fun stuff and maybe I’m crazy cuz I love him but I do” and Lance is just there slowly dying a happy death.

-mod Lance

Waiting Game - chapter 4

People yelled at me after the last chapter, so here I am trying to fix things :)

Not saying I’m successful, but the point stands

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Lacey got some raised eyebrows on the street outside, but she didn’t much care, taking the bus to the university campus and hurrying home to shower and change.  The race to get to class on time was a pleasant distraction from the thoughts that kept slipping into her mind and digging their gleeful claws into her self-esteem.

Fuck him, she thought sourly, as she slid into a chair, the rest of the class taking their seats around her.  Not like there aren’t a dozen like him around here.

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1, 37, 62, 80 & 90 for the prompts! And nalu ^-^

To the woman who requested lots of Nalu, bless you


1. “Give me a chance”

Lucy squeezed her eyes shut trying to stop her uncontrollable shaking. The anger radiating off of her, was frightening to say the least. Natsu had done a lot of dumb things, in the past but this was the topping on top of the cake. He had once again interfered with another one of her dates. Lucy just could not understand, why he tried so hard to ruin her dates.

Did he not want her to be happy? No, that can’t be it Natsu tried everything to always make sure she was happy.

That did not excuse his recent behavior though. Lucy sighed as she crossed her arms and continued, to tap her heeled shoe on the marble floor of the woman’s restroom. The man in question stood before her, scratching his head in embarrassment and shame.

“Natsu.” She said finally opening her eyes so she looking him in the eye.

“Uh, yeah Luce?” He said not exactly to sure of himself.

“Would you like to explain what exactly that was that out there?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

He clenched his jaw in frustration it seemed he was having some inner conflict with himself. Lucy looked at him curiously, as the scene continued to be played out before her. What could have, possibly have rendered her best friend so much trouble that he could not speak of it.

“Natsu?” She said softly, as his gaze turned to her.

“WHY WON’T YOU GIVE ME A CHANCE!” He shouted at her, Lucy’s eyes widened at his out burst.

“W-what do you mean?” She asked stuttering a bit.

Natsu’s eyebrows furrowed, as he subconsciously played with the red ring hanging from the corner of his mouth. She watched as his tongue poked and prodded at him, as his hand gripped his scarf in comfort.

“What I mean is that I like you, Luce more than I should and I wish you would see that.” He said meeting her gaze.

Lucy’s breathe got caught in her throat at his confession, so she wasn’t the only one who felt the same.


37. “Dance with me”

“Okay, okay if I can get everyone’s attention please?” Levy said as she smiled brightly, gaining everyone’s attention as she climbed down from the table.

“It is finally that time of the night, were the Bride and the Groom will have their first dance.” She said as everyone cheered.

“Natsu? Lucy? The floor is all your’s she said handing the microphone off to Laxus who was DJing the wedding.

The two in question stood from their seats, and moved to make their way around the table to the dance floor. Lucy smiled, as she hiked her dress up as her bare feet came into view. She had removed the annoying things as soon, as the pictures were down being taken. Natsu chuckled as he followed after his wife. It was a strange thing to think, that yes his best friend since middle school was now his beautiful wife.

Smoothing out the pleats in the lacey white dress, Lucy finally smiled as she turned her attention to her lover. Her eyes softened as she stared at him, standing before his hand out stretched towards her. That famous grin of his showing of his fangs.

“Dance with me?” He whispered as he gently took her hand in his and kissed it.

“Yes.” She said as he pulled her flush against him, starting to spin them slowly as the beat of Taylor Swift’s song This Love came to life.


62. “I want to protect you”

Wiping the stray tears from her face, Lucy shakily got to her feet as she held the book of END close to her chest. Her vision was still a bit blurry, as it focused on the scene in front of her. She nearly cried out as once again she felt the raging fire inside of her burning her insides.

“Ah!” She said as she crumbled to the ground again, only to be caught by strong arms circling her waist. The person held her close to them, burying their face into her backside.

Confused at what exactly was happening until she wetness of tears touching her bare skin. Lucy bit her lip, as she smiled softly at knowing exactly who it was hugging her.

“Natsu” she whispered softly, as she gently placed the book on the ground.

She took her hand and reached behind her, burying her fingers into his dirtied hair. She let a sad smile slid across her face, at his muffled sob. Bending her knees, he followed suit until they were sitting on the ground. Tucking her legs under her she let him cry into her back.

“Lucy, I am so sorry.” He said finally after a while of him just crying. She sighed, as she watched the sun rising on the horizon, making her tears shine in the sun’s morning rays. They rolled down her cheeks, she left them as she griped his hair in understanding.

“Don’t be sad Natsu, I know what I was doing when it happened. I wanted to protect you, just like you have down for me too many countless times. It was my time to return the favor.” She said smiling through her tears.

“But you’re a-” she caught him off

“Don’t, just let it go okay? We’ll deal with that later okay?” She said hugging her right shoulder were the missing limb was no longer attached.

“Okay” he said as he wiped his own tears before hugging her to his chest.

“Let’s just enjoy the sunrise.” She said as she leaned back into his chest.



80. “Lets run away together” + 90. “Catch me if you can”

“Catch me if you can, Natsu!” She shouted as she ran from the pink haired boy.

He laughed as he ran after his friend, his little legs trying to catch up with her even smaller ones. Tightening the scarf around his neck, he gained speed in chasing the little blonde girl, who lived next store to him. She had moved in next to store to him when they both were three years old. Now at the age of seven they were still the best of friends. Even if they were constantly teased for being friends with the opposite sex. They didn’t care about that though.

“Gotcha!” Natsu said in victory, as he caught the squealing girl in his arms.

“Natsu! Put me down!” She giggled, as he put her down a huge smile playing on his lips.

“Hey, Luce” He said as said girl fixed her dress.

“Yeah, Natsu what is it?” She asked looking up at him.

“Let’s run away together.” He said out of nowhere, Lucy’s eyes winded at his sudden declaration.

“What?! Are you crazy?” She asked her best friend as she checked his face for any problems.

“No, but why not? At least we would be together right?” He said tilting his head innocently.

Lucy groaned in frustration at his stupidity.

“You really are hopeless you know that right?” She said shaking her head.

“What?” He said as she just rolled her eyes, a small smile pulling at her lips. He was a idiot, but he was her idiot.

@adlerthetattler || continued from (x)

When Will poked his head into the house, he was greeted by the sound of skittering paws and eager barks. “Well…so much for a sneaky entrance,” he muttered, though he was smiling as he bent over and scratched Winston behind the ears. He could hear Lacey calling to him from the living room, so after sweeping a gift box behind his back, he carefully weaved through his pack (but not without a bit of staggering) before coming into the room.

“No nap?” Will echoed. Looking down at Elijah, who was clearly wound up, he chuckled and bent over to press a kiss to the child’s head. The baby squirmed and began beating his toy against the bouncer seat, causing Will to point and say, “See? You treat my affection just like your mom.” With a grin, he came over and kissed Lacey’s cheek. “I see that you’re spit-up free, so that’s a nice change from the usual.”

Draping the gift box over her lap, Will smiled despite the confusion on her face. “What?” he asked. “Am I not allowed to buy my fiancee a gift?”

Lacey appeared skeptical, but as she unearthed the dress from the tissue paper, her expression softened into something he couldn’t quite ascertain. Tensing his hands at his sides, Will watched her with mounting concern. Did she not like it? Was it too much?

“I, uh…it’s a dress,” Will said, instantly feeling stupid for pointing out such an obvious fact. Cringing, he amended with, “When we did our first case together, we had to go undercover to a gala. And at the time, I really did think you were beautiful, but I wasn’t able to enjoy it – or rather, I wouldn’t allow myself to. So this time around, I figured I could make up for that.” He smiled again, expression almost sheepish as he lowered his eyes. “Do you like it? ‘Cause if I pulled the ‘typical man’ card and got something awful, we can always get you something new. I just…I thought maybe you might like to go out someplace nice? Ever since Elijah was born, you haven’t had any time for yourself, or any instance where you could dress up and feel good about yourself. I was hoping that maybe, uh…maybe we could do something together? Beverly’s already agreed to watch Elijah for the evening.”

The baby cooed and Will chuckled, now slipping his hands into his pockets. “See? Even Elijah wants to be apart from us for a bit.”

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran + V with a MC who has an 'emo-like' fashion ?? Facial piercings and black wardrobe vibes. tHaNkS a bUnCh

A/N: Y'all haven’t seen how I dress but this me a lot of the time ^^;; (Though when I went through this emo-phase back in high school I had blue hair and raccoon eyes but omG I MISS MY BLUE HAIR I WANT TO DYE IT BACK) I kind of went based off of things I would wear during this phase sooo;;; ~Admin 404


           -You were nicely dressed at the party so he really had no idea what your casual sense of style would be, but no matter what it was, he was sure it was gonna be cute!!

           -10/10 did not expect you to be wearing so much black and spikey… things

           -???? Is this the same MC??

           -Has nothing against it at all but? WOW not what he expected

           -You’re still the same MC!! Just…. in darker clothes and makeup than expected!!! Still loves you!!

           -“MC! Share some of your bracelets with mmmeeee!”


           -He also loves the splash of colour it gives your outfit!!!!

           -If you dye your hair he’s 500% for it because now you two can dye each other’s hair!!


           - you steal his leather jacket very often

           -But he loves it!!!

           -It’s very expressive! Completely accepts it!!

           -If you have a tongue or lip piercing he is fuCKING WEAK

           - THE BEAST, MC, THE BEAST!!!!!!

           -Ripped skinny jeans!!! Yes!!! Put them on!!! Y E S

           -Secretly loves the short vests you put on over loose tank tops

           -If he sees any black piece of jewelry, or a piece of clothing with a skull on it, he’s buying it for you


           -He knows you like black, but??? It’s so cute when the only splash of colour you put on is in your hair!




           -She’s really happy you express yourself but!!!

           -This is so not business professional MC that’s…the point, jaehee

           -Respects how well you can do your smokey eye makeup! skills, MC, skills

           -Paints your nails for you if you paint hers!

           - refuses to admit she checks out your butt in your skinny jeans

           -She does like your large sweaters and plaid over-shirts though!!!

           -Takes them to wear around the house and plays dumb when you ask her about them

           -“?? These aren’t yours. I’ve had them for years? Are you sure? I think you’re wrong. See, this plaid shirt is red, you wear all black. It can’t be yours!”


           - Listen here mr. bodyguard, I’m not a threat, I’m not a delinquent, I’m MC and I’m hERE TO SEE JUMIN HAN, JUMIN, LET ME IN!!!!!!

           -C H O K E R S

           -Surprised when you showed up at his penthouse in a corset-like dress???

           -Aren’t corsets meant to be more….lingerie-like???

           - what are you trying to say here mc

           -He actually really likes it, so long as you…. don’t wear so many spikes and chains and… black…. and take out the jewelry in your face when attending fancy parties

           -He tries so hard not to laugh when Elizabeth tries to play with your dangling chains hanging from your belts

           -10/10 Will buy you beanies with cat ears on them

           -Okay lets be real, he’ll buy you anything black that has anything related to a cat on it pls wear this for him MC

           -Likes when you wear high-heels with spikes all over them, they’re just so badass and he can’t help it?? But remember to be proper when needed, otherwise it’s all good MC




           -Can and will do your makeup for you

           -If you wear skinny jeans with rips in them, he’ll make sure his fingers are cold and poke your leg through them


           -Tries to see how many crosses he can put on your outfit until you tell him to stop

           -Loves giving you his hoodie because it’s so big and long and hey, it’s mostly black anyway!!

           -GALAXY CLOTHING!


           -Unnatural hair colours is an A+++++ for him!! Loves it!!!!


           -Oh my is that a nose piercing? How cute!!!

           -He’s okay with it but wow, it’s very expressive of you

           -Black, lacey dresses make him WEAK


           -Every time he sees you in any type of band merch, he asks you about them

           - secretly has a list written down somewhere about the bands you seem to like the most

           -Loves taking pictures of you because each picture shows different pieces of your personality because your outfit is always expressive

           -Unnatural hair colours are soooo pretty in different lights!!!! LET HIM TAKE PICTURES

           -You always seem to carry a backpack that’s 5 times too big for your body every time the two of you go out for photoshoots but you’re literally the cutest thing in the world

           -Seriously does not mind how you dress? It’s just a part of you, please be yourself, that’s all he asks of you


           -This little hoe likes to bite on your lip piercing and it’s like??? DON’T at least not in public okay

           -“MC, that’s my choker. No, it’s mine! I LITERALLY BOUGHT IT LAST WEEK, THAT ISN’T YOURS, YOURS IS ON THE DRESSER”

           -If you wear dark red shades or black lipstick, he dies and goes to heaven

           -He dyes his hair, so he wouldn’t mind if you did as well

           -Just to mess with you, he’ll pull your beanie down over your face

           - listen, asshole;;;;;; you’re ruining my makeup

           -Doesn’t even try to hide the fact he checks out your butt in your skinny jeans

           -You try to take his jacket but he ALWAYS catches you and takes it back

           -“Get your own! I’m wearing it!” “But I like it!” “THEN GET YOUR OWN I JUST SAID THAT”

           -Spike-Squad; no one gets close to you in fear of being poked by them lets be honest people avoid you all together because??? so much black tends to scare others

16 Days of Outlander - Day #11 The Devil’s Mark

So this episode has actually grown on me with repeated viewings though I find the witch trial part of both the show and book to be a hassle to get through personally having studied witch trials for a class in college there are lots of little things that just… I don’t know. I understand including people who said Geillis used witchcraft to get back at them for things but I will never understand the disconnect of having Laoghaire admit that she approached Claire to procure a potion - it doesn’t make sense for her to implicate herself in that way. I mean, she almost got beat in the hall for “loose behavior” but doesn’t bat an eyelash at the possible consequences of confessing to seeking someone she suspects has knowledge of the dark arts? Makes me think the show might choose to have Laoghaire be there at least in part because Colum pushed her to get involved… but we’ll have to wait and see. I go back and forth on whether I like the alterations to how Father Baine helps damn Claire (I kind of like the book version and knowing that he will die because he won’t let Claire help and the poetic justice in that). Anyway, onto my favorites.

Favorite “That’s not in the book” Part: Claire explains the birds and she and Geillis bond. I loved the title card for the episode and the way that Claire brings it up later in the episode finding hope where and when she can and that she’s able to forgive Geillis for her naïveté and role in whatever’s happened - she and Geillis aren’t quite so close at this point in the books and Geillis is fond of Dougal but it’s pretty clear that book Geillis and love aren’t familiar with one another. I kind of like the shift they went for in the show more than I did the first time or two. The pair of them joking about how if they were witches, now would be the time to come clean and get them both out of the thieve’s hole and that Claire seeks out Geillis’ baby-bump where earlier she pulled her hand away when Geillis wanted her to feel the baby kick. It makes the rest of the trial and Geillis’ confession/sacrifice/distraction more powerful. 

Favorite Location: the church/court. The setting for the trial itself is visually stunning. While the book has everything take place in a courtyard outside, the fact that the proceedings unfold in a church (at least, I’m pretty sure it’s a church) is chilling - bringing such evil and hatred into a house of God, no matter which side of the trial you’re on… And the camera angles they used throughout, reinforcing the isolation of Claire and Geillis from the people and the examiners is just gorgeous.

Favorite Minor Character: Ned Gowan (one last time). I love, love, love Ned Gowan and Bill Patterson’s portrayal of the lawyer never lets up. From his first appearance in the proceedings, clutching his books and papers to his chest, to the moment when he whips out his pistol in a last ditch effort to protect Claire (he’s clearly there for Claire and if he can save Geillis it will be a mark of how skilled he really is because he knows from the beginning she’s beyond saving). His distress as Claire digs herself a nice little hole from sheer indignation is so NED. I really hope we get to see some of him in Season 2 (even if he wasn’t really a presence in Dragonfly in Amber, I’m sure there are a few places they could work him in and I would not mind one bit just please don’t make me wait until Voyager and Season 3 to see him on screen again).

Favorite Costume: Geillis’ dress. There’s probably a better shot of it at the end of By the Pricking of My Thumbs as she and Claire are being arrested but the stark black and white ruffles of her dress, the lacey choker thing she wears, she’s even wearing her red shoes underneath (there’s a picture of those a little bit further down). The textures are wonderful and add to the frayed and disheveled appearance after they’ve been in the thieve’s hole for a while. 

Favorite Performance: Lotte Verbeek as Geillis Duncan. This was Lotte’s episode as far as I’m concerned. The slow dawning of realization when Claire tells her that Dougal won’t be coming, her passionate questioning of Claire before she realizes that Claire really did end up there accidentally, the amusement at the ridiculous townsfolk, and the pain as she watches Claire throw away her only chance at saving herself because she won’t betray her friend. 

Favorite Music Moment: Jamie to the rescue, Geillis’ confession. There’s tension in the music as Claire is being struck and it shifts but doesn’t quite break when Jamie bursts through and stands over her with his sword and dirk held out to keep the well-armed crowd at bay. But when Geillis begins her confession the music and attention shift again and it’s more of a lament as Geillis details the things she’s done, creating quite the distraction so that Jamie and Claire can slip away. (Also, there are Geillis’ red shoes! There’s another shot of them when the townsfolk are carrying her through the streets, but this one with that bit of her black skirt struck me as particularly reminiscent of the Wicked Witch of the East’s feet sticking out from beneath Dorothy’s house; just missing the striped stockings).

Favorite Book-to-Screen Adaptation: Claire comes clean to Jamie. This is such a difficult scene to capture well on film because it’s practically a monologue and they’re not doing anything except sitting around in the woods. But the emotions they manage to portray throughout - Claire’s desperation and relief at being believed, Jamie’s anger and sorrow as he stares at her marred back and then at himself as he realizes that she had merely been trying to go home to her “real” husband and he’d beat her for it… it’s all just so much better than I ever expected them to do for this scene. 

Honorable Mention for Music Moment: Jamie and Claire by the fire. I don’t think too much needs to be said here. The music underscores the tenderness of the moment as Jamie knows their time together is limited and Claire is simply enjoying the moment. I guess a second honorable mention should go to the closing shots as Claire wakes Jamie by the fire (not in quite the same manner but with just as much joy) and their theme plays as their choices are made once and for all and their kiss fades into the closing credits. It was one of my favorite episodes musically.

Favorite Jamie and Claire Moment: last kiss before spotting the stones. So while it isn’t written out in a voice over in the show, I love that they managed to display one of my favorite aspects of Jamie bringing Claire back to the stones. Claire has no idea that Jamie is planning to bring her back to the stones. In the show, he’s more facetious about it than in the book. In the book, Jamie thought Claire had realized that he was bringing her back to the stones all along; he’s surprised when she is shocked to see the stones (he thought that her relief was in part due to the fact that she’d be going home and that she knew he’d been essentially saying his goodbyes to her the whole time). In the show, he’s been telling her all about Lallybroch and what their life there would be like so it makes sense for Claire to believe that’s where they’re headed. Jamie’s sorrow at seeing her go is evident throughout this sequence as he’s constantly putting on a brave face, not wanting her to feel guilty about him but also savoring every moment he has left with her. And Claire is blindsided when she sees the stones and understands why he’s brought her there. She goes from happy, ready to see Lallybroch to shell-shocked, confused, denial, devestation - pick an adjective, any adjective. Neither of them wants to be there doing what they’re there to do.

Favorite Line: “I wasna ready.” This bit kills me every time. When she’s about to touch the stones and he just reaches out and pulls her back because he can’t let her go just yet (and the pained way he says her name as he does it). He’s been building himself up to it for days but there will never be enough time for him to prepare himself. He can’t watch her go; he has to turn and walk away because if he’s there when she goes to touch the stone, I think he’d just keep pulling her back and he doesn’t ever what to hold her back from the things he feels she deserves (safety, her own life in her own time, Frank if that’s what she wants). 

Forever LOLing at the idea that Sansa inherited her interest in fashion...

…from Catelyn.

Sansa’s POVs almost always begin with a description her carefully picked-out outfit. She also pays much mind to what others are wearing.

Catelyn details her own clothes maybe two or three times in the entire series. She also rarely go into what others are wearing*.

You know who does mentions what they’re wearing in nearly evey POV chapter? Ned.

You know who’s POV noted what exact shade of green Cersei was wearing when she arrived in Winterfell? Remembered the fine detail of the golden stags Renly liked to embroider in his capes and doublets? Explained to us the modest colours and small mockingbird pin that Littlefinger affects when Renly is teasing Baelish’s plain clothes when really the teasing should have been enough to illustrate that Littlefinger doesn’t like ostentatious clothes, but I guess the details and fabrics of court worth mentioning anyways? Fucking Ned.

Ned kinda thinks dismissively about showy dress, but he that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about fashion. His own personal taste is just more polished and subtle**, which serves the narrative function of highlighting the wasteful pomp of King’s Landing. Someone who doesn’t care about fashion period, probs wouldn’t have noted these differences at all.

Sansa totes inherited her fashinonista ways from Ned, guys.

*[aside: tbh the only time I explicitly remember Cat going into detail about others’ clothes is when meeting Roslin Frey, whom she notes is wearing a fine light blue and delicate lacey dress. You could argue she only even noted this for practical reasons; Roslin is marrying her brother politically and Cat is instantly measuring the Frey’s motives behind this by assesing how well they’ve bothered to present the bride. Cat is actually far more ‘meh’ of the trappings of traditional noblewoman-dom than we give her credit for: she’s not snobby or uncomfortable talking to smallfolk, getting upset at Edmure for not remembering the name of the old village woman who gave them treats as kids. She directly challenges Robb for unconsciously thinking that daughter are less important than sons. In AGOT, she’s all 'fuck modesty’ when walking naked around Maester Luwin (I mean, he delivered all her babies, he’s seen it all so what’s the point of airs???). long aside done]

**(I remember a lotta greys and silvers, but with nifty capes and belts. Smoky chic, ned!)