laughing too hard at his tags

silly ladynoir things
  • chat starts Shit Talking Sundays bc there are some days when chat just needs to talk about how dumb his dad is being and ladybug needs to scream about this bratty bully in her history class
  • on days when they’re bored, they’ll board the metro in costume and ride it for a few stops purely for the shock value
  • chat finds out ladybug can’t whistle and spends every available opportunity trying to teach her
    • cn: *squishes her cheeks between his hands* you’re not pursing your lips enough and your tongue isn’t positioned correctly, try again
    • lb: my tongue is sitting in my mouth what do you mean it’s not positioned correctly i don’t ???????
  • joint naps during patrols are very much a thing bc these kids never sleep between school and akuma attacks. sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll find ladybug snoring on a rooftop with chat noir laid on top of her, drooling on her shoulder
  • when patrols get boring, ladybug will hop on chat noir’s back, make him shut his eyes, and act as his eyes while they try to patrol the city before switching places. they don’t talk about that time chat was laughing too hard to warn ladybug about the ledge and they almost fell off a roof. 
  • hide and seek games that last literally hours
    • they both cheat and bring their phones to stalk social media tags and see if anyone’s posted tips and/or sightings of them so that they can find the other
  • chat’s really good at massages so sometimes he’ll work out the kinks in ladybug’s shoulders when they have downtime bc “wow you carry so much tension in your neck please tell me you’re not hunched over your desk all day”
  • the eiffel tower is their honorary “it’s 3am and we can’t sleep” meeting place. 
  • they’ll often drop into parks and playgrounds and join with some of the neighborhood kids on games of tag, frisbee, and football
  • they have a going scoreboard for their impromptu arm wrestling competitions. last they checked the score was 32-35 with ladybug in the lead. 
  • they each have their own personal lists of dumb/funny things that the other has said
    • chat’s list of things ladybug has said: “sleep isn’t a thing you know. they lied to you. it’s not real,” “you ever wonder if i can spin a web with my yoyo?” “can lucky charm conjure me an A for this physics test tomorrow?” “i almost had my cat-eye eye liner perfect today before that akuma appeared and messed me up like that proximity to perfection might never happen again.”
    • ladybug’s list of things chat has said: “is there a place where we can borrow a microwave? i wanna see what happens if i use cataclysm on it,” “memes are like the dysfunctional family you didn’t ask for but didn’t know you needed,” “im like terrified an akuma attack is gonna happen when i’m in the shower while im naked and vulnerable,” “if i extend my staff long enough, do you think it’ll reach space?”
Fun Times With A Fossil

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut (explicit), swearing

Word Count: 1,167

A/N: This is my entry for @bucky-plums-barnes 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday - my prompt was Bad Sex/Something goes wrong. This is a bit of a different approach for me, so I hope you like it! xx 

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

(Let’s just pretend that’s Bucky lmao)

“Honey, I’m home!” You called out, a giant smirk on your face, as you walked into your apartment. The entire day, you had been sending your boyfriend suggesting texts, since you had gone for a bikini wax today. Judging by his responses, he was more than just a little hot and bothered. Once that metal-armed supersoldier was aroused, he was a force to be reckoned with.

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Rock, Paper, Scissors - nerdlife4eva - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Yuuri and Victor have to decide who has to vacuum (while the other walks Makkachin), resulting in Yuuri’s choice of a game he never loses. When Chris finds out about their heated rock, paper, scissors battle, he sends them charts to track their competition. As with all things Victuuri, all adorable hell breaks loose.

After tumbling down a hilarious headcanon hole with @keilattes I decided to write this mess out. Laughed way too hard while trying to translate all the jokes, at least half of the hilarity is @keilattes doing. I hope this ends up as funny as it is to me at 1:30AM.

A kiss with keep us together Jughead X Reader

Writing to apologise for the mess up of the last one✨

Pairing: Jughead X Reader
Word count: 605 (really short sorry)
Summary: “can we kiss?”

-7 years prior-

“Juggie?” You sounded, the slight whines and typical child like sound escaping out of your parted lips.

“Yes, (Y/N/N)?” He replied as he turned his head to look at you. You and him were sat on the grass at the park, smack bang underneath a tree. You were both pretty exhausted after a long couple of hours just playing on the sturdy, well-built jungle gym.

“Will we always be together?” You asked, you look at your best friend and smiled a sad smile. You didn’t want to lose Juggie by something told you, you eventually would.

“I hope so” he responded as he shuffled a bit closer to you, putting his arm around you, trying to comfort you. “I really so hope so” re repeated.

Your 9 year old self didn’t take to boys well but Juggie was different, he had been your best friend from the minute you walked into your classroom. He wasn’t like anyone else and that’s what you loved about him.

At 10 years old Jughead Jones managed to be so collected but at times, especially when it comes to family, he let loose. You had helped him with some of his family drama that was happening before your eyes, however, you being quiet young, you had no idea how to help but just be there for Jughead.

“How do people make sure they don’t lose each other?” You asked sincerely.

“I think it’s all about love” he responded as he again tilted his head to give you a warm smile.

“Can we kiss?” You responded, you hadn’t wanted to say it but it just rolled of your tongue.

“Erm…what?” He laughed as Jug became disoriented from the question that had just been asked.

“It means we both had, had our first kiss and that we love each other. We can never lose each other that way” you giggled at how Jughead was reacting.

“Okay” he responded as he cupped your chubby, still developing face in his hands and placed a messy, sloppy kiss on your lips.

“I love you Juggie” you replied after the quick kiss was finished.

“I love you too, (Y/N/N)”

-Present day-

You walked through the schools ever winding corridors. Your (Y/H/C) in a messy, high ponytail and light makeup spread across you face. The black, flowery backpack on your back swinged as you walked, obviously because you only had one strap on your shoulder.

Your too crinkled as you walked and your jeans rubbed together. You were staring down at your converse covered feet until you went smack into someone else.

“I’m so sorry” you spoke as you scurried to claim all of the paper that you had been holding in your arms. “I wasn’t watching were I was going and I’m so sorry” you rambled, as you watched another pair of hands help collect up the work.

“It’s okay (Y/N)” the male laughed as he handed your things back to you. “Knew I’d get you falling for me eventually” he chuckled again as you looked up, you stared into the all too familiar eyes.

“I mustn’t have fallen that hard, still don’t feel anything” you laughed as you picked yourself off the floor.

“Ouch. You wounded me” Jughead drastically said as he dramatically placed a hand on his heart and acted offended.

“Oh come on, you big idiot. If always fall for you” you replied as he placed his arm around you and kissed the crown of your head.

“I know, I’m too irresistible” he joked.

“Yeah yeah, keep dreaming Forsythe” you laughed

One Night

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Summary: PWP, you meet Dean in a bar and the two of you head back to his motel room. Shower smut.

Word Count: 706

Warnings: semi NSFW gif under the cut, oral sex (female receiving)

Submitted by: @jpadjackles

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some more Good Things from 3w streams

  • brennan’s scary girl characters
  • james howell making it very clear that he is a poet
  • when it’s faust’s turn to gm and jay starts encroaching on her gm territory
  • matt making a point of saying hi to chat when there’s a break
  • when someone drops a meme and/or pun and the whole gang starts hollering in outrage
    • bonus points if there’s a single person laughing/encouraging the memery
    • double bonus points if it’s jay
    • super extra bonus points if jackson was the cause of the outraged hollering
  • chat’s collective panic when there’s technical difficulties
  • when jay starts jojoing
    • this one’s a little hard to pin down, but it’s the cadence of someone who clearly watches too much anime. listen to cristoph’s description of the path in the sunlight engine stream and you’ll know what i mean.

put your favorite Good Thing in the tags!

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5 for McKirk? :)

I’m sorry you had to wait so long for this!

McKirk — “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Jim paused outside Bones’ door and took a steadying breath. He was a few minutes early, but he’d been looking forward to this all week and it’s not like Bones had to prepare much for movie night.

“Give me a minute Jim,” Bones called out from his bathroom as soon as the door opened, so Jim crossed the room and sat down on the couch. He didn’t know why his stomach was in knots, but it was probably a combination of the possibility that Bones was naked in the adjacent room and the fact that they hadn’t been alone together since they’d left Yorktown. It was two months but it seemed like an eternity.

Things had been different after Altamid. Bones had been busy, they all had, but somehow Jim couldn’t help but feel like things were changing. Their time alone had given way to time spent as a group, as a family. Jim wouldn’t give that up for the world but he missed just Bones. They way he’d get sometimes when it was late and they were alone and Jim knew every lazy lingering smile was just for him.

But he was here now, and soon they’d dim the lights and settle in and Jim would pick an extra long movie. Long enough for Bones to get sleepy by the end of it and stretch out across the couch with his legs in Jim’s lap. 

Jim smiled and tried to ignore the sound of drawers opening and closing and the sound of clothes being pulled over skin, and he managed to get himself more or less comfortable by the time Bones appeared from behind the partition of his bedroom.

“You’re early,” he smirked.

“Yeah well, I was done and I kinda miss movie night.”

Bones laughed, “Want a drink?”

“Nah I’m good.”

Bones walked up to the couch and flopped down on the opposite end.

“I think I know what I wanna watch,” Jim said, turning to Bones with a satisfied look.

“Great, just gotta wait for Spock.”

“Spock’s coming?” Fuck.

“Yeah, he didn’t have plans and I figured it’d be good for him.”

“Uh, okay.” Jim tried and failed to sound like it was actually okay.

“Are you sure? Cause you don’t sound too pleased.”

“No, it’s great, it’ll be awesome.” Jim realised it was childish but he couldn’t be bothered to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“What the hell Jim?”

“It’s nothing Bones, I know you guys went through something together and I understand that you’re closer now. And that means you wanna spend more time together. That’s fine, I get it.” Jesus stop talking already.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Yes! No— I mean— I’m not jealous no, I want you to spend time with Spock, it’s not that.”

“Then what Jim?”

“Just— fuck Bones, I miss spending time with you, you know… just you.”

Bones looked at him wide-eyed, his mouth opened to speak and his expression shifted to one of understanding just as the chime of the door sounded. Spock.

And just like that the moment was gone. Or maybe it was only gone for Jim, because Bones was on his side of the couch a second later, pressing him into the pillows and kissing him frantically. Jim threaded one hand through Bones’ damp hair and the other landed on his back and pulled him in hard, knowing he was going to have to let go again much too soon.

“Think you can wait a bit longer?” Bones asked breathily as he pulled away, “I promise you I’m all yours after this.”

“I don’t know Bones,” Jim laughed, shaking his head. “We’re definitely gonna have to put Spock in between us, and I’m picking the shortest movie ever made.”

(ʘᗩʘ’!!) “oh my god” !!!

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Young Love

Summary: youngdan! Youngphil! Dan saves Phil when unfortunate events occur while out playing with his friends. Phil’s true feelings are revealed during a sleepover.

Word count: 1691

Genre: angst, fluff

Note: this is a oneshot I’m not really sure if I want to continue it but who knows, first fic I’ve ever submitted bare with me haha. Also I’d like to note that Dan and Phil are in the 13-14 age range (I also had to re-upload this due to minor fixes)


“Now where are you going so early?”

“Um gonna play with Phil and Ruby.” Dan said skipping around the kitchen nibbling on a pice of toast his mom made.

“Don’t be out too late alright.” She called.

“I won’t!” Dan yelled and was running out the door excited to see his friends and continue their adventures. The air was warm and the grass was damp. Summer was Dans favorite season, when the flowers scattered across the fields in bright oranges and pinks, and the sunsets could be shared with his very best friends, but most importantly because it’s when Phil came to visit.

“Dan!” Ruby said running to wrap her arms around him. “Ruby!” Dan returned hugging her back. Her red hair tangling in the breeze. “Where’s phil?” Dan asked looking around.
“Up there.” Ruby giggled pointing to the tree above them. Dan smiled seeing Phil swinging his legs while sitting on the branch directly above their heads. “Look out below!” Phil called before slipping himself off the branch tumbling ontop of his friends. They fell back in a fit of laughter. “Are you ready to go exploring.” Phil said smiling at Dan with wide blue eyes hand outstretched. “I’m always ready.” Dan said jumping up and running passed Phil challenging him to race. “Hey no fair! You got a head start.” Phil whined but broke out laughing as he watched Dan trip over his own feet and fall flat on his face.
Ruby held her stomach from laughing so hard. Dan just huffed looking back to his friends as he too broke out into a wide smile. “Hey it’s not funny!”

“It’s quite funny.” Ruby squeaked, still laughing. “I thought I was the clumsy one.” Phil snickered

They all spent the rest of the day playing tag and exploring for hidden treasures to which Ruby found a rusty bottle opener and Dan held up an old sock but screamed and flung it into Phils face. They all sat on their backs pointing to the various shapes of the clouds and laughed when Phil pointed out one he claimed looked like Dan. To which Dan playfully shoved him. The sun began to go down signifying that the Day was almost over and all would have to go back home. “Hey guys up here.” Ruby called up from a steep hill. Dan and Phil struggled up the dirt that kept pulling them back down but finally made it up both of them trying to catch their breath. Dan dramatically fell to the ground holding his chest “I’m gonna die right here.”

“Nooo, I’ll save you Dan!” Phil played along pretending to resuscitate his heart. Ruby just rolled her eyes laughing at their little show. “Guys look isn’t it pretty?” She asked barely whispering. Dan gazed up his breath catching as he stared at the view in front of him. Building lights twinkling in the distance, purple and pinks jut across the sky making it look straight out of a fairytale. Phil stepped to the edge of the cliff to which a few pebbles fell. “Phil be careful.” Ruby said worry written across her face. Phil shrugged, only holding his stance mesmerized by the view. “Dan look at-” Phil began to lose his balance as the rock under his feet began crumbling. Ruby screamed.
Dans arm shot forward grabbing phils arm. Phil held onto dan as tight as possible, the rest of his body dangling off the cliff. “Phil hold on.” Dan yelled desperately holding onto his friend with all the strength he had. Phil looked up at Dan his eyes wide in fear “don’t let go.” His voice quivering as he spoke.

“I won’t.” Dan said through clenched teeth digging his heals into the dirt under him. “Grab my other hand.”
“I- I can’t I’ll fall.” Phil cried tears dripping from his eyes. Dan stared straight into phils eyes determination and adrenaline rushing through his veins “I won’t let you fall.” Phil weakly lifted up his other hand towards Dan. With one swift movement Dan grasped phils other hand and pulled. Phils body emerged over the side of the cliff. Phil fell on his stomach as Dan fell back wards. Both boys lay there for a while panting, hair sticking to the sweat on their foreheads.

“Dan, Phil !” Phils mom rushed over followed by dans mom and Ruby. “Are you boys alright.” Dans mom asked worry written all over her face. “Phil you scared me half to death !” She hugged Phil tears in her eyes. Dans mom pulling him in an embrace, looking over him to spot any injuries. “Mum I’m okay I promise.” She looked as if she was holding tears back. “Ruby told us what happened and I- we were so worried we thought we lost you both.” Ruby rushed over to Phil hugging him tightly. Phil hugged her back showing her he was okay.

It was only then Dan could feel his cheeks were wet with tears. Phil ran over to him throwing his arms around Dan. Both crying but smiling through their watery vision. Happy that life had given them a second chance. Phil sniffled pulling His friend close burying his face in the crook of dans neck while Dan tightened their embrace. They parted and Phil looked at their moms and Ruby
“Dan saved my life.” He croaked. Smiling at his friend .“Dan I don’t know how I could ever thank you.” Phils mom said rushing over to hug Dan.

“Your a hero!” Ruby exclaimed, they all laughed even though everyone was still shaken up and very much emotional.That night phil slept over at dans, both of them fighting sleep.



Phil turned his body to face Dan.
“Your my favorite person in the whole wide world.”
Dan turned to face Phil, his blue eyes glittering against the moonlight and Dan swore he could see the entire galaxy in those eyes. “Really”

“Really, really” Phil said giggling.

“Good cuz your mine too.” Both smiling and snuggling deeper into their blankets. Though Phil was a couple years older than Dan he never felt younger, he felt the same to Phil and frankly never wanted either of them to get older. “Hey dan?” Phil’s whisper barely audible through dans thoughts. “Yeah?”

“Remember when you liked Jenna?” That was random, Dan thought. Nevertheless he remembered the girl from his art class and her butterfly burettes, she was quite mean to dan always laughing at his choice of clothes but even still he still longed to hold her hand. “Yeah.” Dan wondered why Phil asked since it seemed very out of place. “How did you know you liked her?”

Dan had no idea what to say, he didn’t like Jenna anymore and he didn’t want to talk about her “I dunno, I don’t like her anymore.” dan defended. Phil nodded. “Did you want to kiss her?” Dan felt his eyes widen “no!” He whisper yelled. His friend just laughed at his flustered state
“Oh I just thought that’s what people did when they like someone.”

“I didn’t..I-i didn’t like her like that.” Dan sputtered. There was a long pause, waiting for Phil to answer, maybe he fell asleep- “what if I liked you like that?”

Dans whole body stiffened. The question playing over in his head. He sat up from his spot on the bed and looked down at Phil whose brows were pulled together and eyes stared curiously for dans response. “Do you?” Dan asked softly. Phil bit his lip thinking it over before responding “um I don’t know.” He shrugged. “It’s o-okay if you do.” Dan stammered. Phil’s eyes back on his, now it was Dans turn to feel on the spot. “really?” Phil asked as Dan laid back down. Dan just nodded his head with a small smile. He never liked a boy before but he did like Phil, he did want to hold Phil’s hand, maybe he even wanted to kiss Phil…just a little. Dan slowly inched closer , tracing the stripes on his friends pjs. He looked up bumping their noses together, both boys laughing softly. He couldn’t help but look at Phil’s lips, and up at the blue eyes, he could see the yellow and green flecks and details that made Phil’s eyes practically glow. Why was he stuck with boring old brown? Dan brushed his nose against Phil’s leaning a little closer until he felt a warm breath against his lips. He looked up at the boy in front of him waiting for him to pull back but he didn’t instead he closed his eyes and slightly parted his lips. Dan leaned forward slotting his lips in Phil’s. It was warm and soft. Dan liked it, he really liked it. The feeling of Phil’s lip between his sent sparks through this body. Dan pulled back staring at a breathless Phil mischievously then tilted his head the other way and pressed against Phil’s lips again the feeling was indescribable. They both giggled. Phil pecking Dans lips again and again enjoying the new discovered action. Phil wrapped his arms around dans small frame and pulled him closer until Dan was laying comfortably on top of the other. Phil mindlessly playing with dans fringe as Dan relaxed to the touch. “We should probably go to sleep.” A soft voice whispered. It was late but Dan didn’t want to sleep he wanted to keep kissing Phil but the feeling of sleep was tempting. “Yeah.” Dan yawned. He snuggled his face into the a warm spot on Phil’s neck, he felt two arms lightly wrap around his back. “Goodnight Dan.” Dan just hummed into Phil’s neck knowing his friend would understand the small action. The familiar smell of Phil filling his senses. Both fell soundlessly asleep, Phil truly was Dans favorite person in the whole wide world.

Thanks for reading ^ . ^ I know it’s not the best but I had fun writing it

yoongi attempting to teach jimin how to drive when they’re in daegu together during a break, waiting until the streets of yoongi’s neighborhood are empty and the sun is almost down, jimin only driving 10 mph because he and yoongi are laughing too hard for him to go any faster, radio on a low hum in the background, lights of the dials washing out the interior of the car in a soft blue, jimin keeping his eyes on the road but glancing over at yoongi every few seconds because he doesn’t want to miss the way he’s laughing, yoongi leaning over the center console and flipping on the headlights and staying there with a hand on jimins thigh, smiling into the sweatshirt fabric on jimins shoulder, the two of them calm and in love

We are taught
from the moment we leave our pink nurseries
we are collapsible paper dolls:
light to hold, easier to crumple.
That as women, our worth lives secretly
wrapped in lace and cotton panties,
our fragility armored in pepper spray and mace.
They say one in three women will be raped
or sexually abused in their lifetime.
I am one of three daughters.
Imagine each victim is an acrobat.
Her sanity, a balancing act.
Our response is the unfailing safety net.
We never expect to see her across the wire.
You weren’t just violated, we tell her,
you are an empty museum, a gutted monument
to what used to hold so much worth.
With best intentions we tell her to reclaim it,
put a price tag on her rape and own it.
Don’t stand too tall, don’t act too strong.
We will name you denial.
Come back when you are ready to crumble
like your bones are made of chalk.
You can only laugh cutely or cry beautifully,
so cry beautifully.
We will catch you.
We are calling it theft,
as if he could pluck open your ribs like cello strings,
pocket your breasts, steal what makes your heart flutter
and tack its wings to his wall.
Some days you will feel dirty.
Some weeks you’ll remember how hard it is to breathe in public,
like your heartbeat is climbing to the attic of your throat,
only to suicide itself on the pavement.
But know this:
the person who did this to you is broken. Not you.
The person who did this to you is out there,
choking on the glass of their chest.
It is a windshield
and his heartbeat is a baseball bat:
regret this, regret this.
Nothing was stolen from you.
Your body is not a hand-me-down.
And there is nothing that sits inside you holding your worth,
no locket that can be seen or touched,
fucked from your stomach to be left on the concrete.
And I know it’s hard to feel perfect
when you can’t tell an Adam’s apple from a fist
because some ashtray of a man picked you to play his Eden
but I will not watch you collapse.
—  sierra demulder | paper dolls


blackwall: SMELLY GRANDPA but in a good way. hes a grump but i like him. he makes wooden horses in his free time!!!! hes good and likes justice which i like

cassandra: SHES BI ! her disgusted noises and comments make me laugh ….. shes too hard on herself !!! i think shes V Good even if she reads smutty literature

cole: a soft good boy who cares. i like his questions/party banter with dorian. i thonk hes an interesting character!!! im p sure at some point there were too many flower crown edits with him featured

iron bull: Big. not rly my style but i can see why ppl like him and his big BAZONKAS …. i like his horns i wanna hang off of them. also vivienne told him once not to call him viv and he was like “UM, YES MA'AM” and i laughed

sera: SMELLY ROGUE FRIEND !!! i was charmed by her wit and i think shes such a fun character and she likes sticking arrows in rich people . i love her . also she allowed me to throw bees at people

varric: i actually dont know that much about him besides the fact he writes stuff but i like him, hes good and he cares about hawke

vivienne: holy shit . i love her . she doesnt take anyones shit and throws fancy parties …. i dont like her circle stuff but thats just me

dorian: MY BOY !!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH his sass and charm are so good and his dialogue is skdjdjks …. i hate how he thinks slavery is ok but im blaming that on shitty bioware writing

leliana: idk how to feel about her. shes a pretty cool spymaster and she cares abt her people i guess

cullen: i feel like id like him more if i had played da2 but i think hes ok !

josephine: WOWOW!! I LOVE HER she works way too hard and tries so much and she always has the latest gossip on everyone i love her …. she makes me feel warm

solas: smelly egg

Sweet Transvestite

Pairing: Mark Pellegrino x Reader
Word count: 787
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex.  Almost Porn without Plot.
Written for my 400 Followers Celebration
Requested by: @lucifer-in-leatherPrompt: Rocky Horror Picture Show / Quote: “You’ve been a naughty girl”

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A+ tag commentary right here by @trapper-john

#in response to ur tags#YES i can imagine them doing that#hawkeye in his cot with the catalog spread open on his lap#trapper in the airline chair with a martini#both are giggling to themselves and frank has NO idea why#hawkeye points to the catalog and mouths ‘two?’ and trapper tries to mouth back (failing because he’s laughing too hard)#‘obviously’#'are you sure? just the one is fifteen dollars’#'well what the hell else are we gonna spend our money on?’#and they’re in a GREAT mood for about three days afterwards#having fun with frank about what they possibly could have ordered#eventually enough time goes by that they all sort of forget about it and then they arrive!! finally!!#and frank doesnt even realize that THIS is what they were giggling about because honestly who on earth would expect that???

When Frank storms out of the mess tent after messing with him about it is a little too aggressively Radar asks “Gee, what did you guys order?” Henry adds “hey yeah, and is this going to to stir up any trouble for me?”

Hawkeye leans in and quietly says “okay but promise not to tell Frank.” The table nods.

They glance at each other before Trapper whispers, “Two full genuine Gorilla costumes.” and Hawk and Trap both break out into huge grins. Radar just starts cackling. Mulcahy giggles “Thats’s rich!”

Henry just takes a sip of his coffee and says, “Alright guys, but there better not be any monkey business.”

Make you feel my love.

Summary: You and Crowley were happy, but like every fairy tail it must come to an end. Sometimes the love just isn’t there anymore….but that doesn’t mean it cant come back. 

Chapter two of Show me love.

Based on the song ‘Make you feel my love.

Pairing: Crowley x reader

Word count: 5,245 (wow)

Warnings: Cursing, Oral (reader recieving), angst.

A/N: This took forever and a day to write, but here it is! Also you all might notice a scene from one of my favorite shows that really helped out. 

Tagging some of my favorite writers and Crowley!girls I can think of. (Thank you all for inspiring me.)

@murdochinthetardis (For helping me get through this.) @abaddonwithyall @ilostmyshoe-79 @bkwrm523
@bovaria @but-deans-back-tho  @kittenofdoomage @littlegreenplasticsoldier @marksheppardischarming @mostlycrowleyoneshots @thenightyouknow @volcanic-coyote

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Standing in the mirror, Crowley fixed his tie while his mind wandered to the peaceful thoughts of you. Your smile. Your hair. Even the way you snorted when you laughed too hard. He’d come to love every last inch of you….even though there were complications.


Speak of the devil.

He closed his eyes and sighed before turning away from his reflection towards his mother. A distasteful word that was.

“Yes, Mother?”

“Where do you think you’re going?” She placed a hand on her hip and Crowley did everything in his power not to roll his eyes at her antics.

“To see the woman I actually love, an-”

“And you still believe she loves you back?” She interrupted him with a scoff. “And here I was thinking you’d become smarter after all these years.” She shook her head sending red curls to and fro.

This was a recurring factor in Crowley’s new life. Ever since he’d finally announced the two of you as a couple his mother had come to bombard him with lies.

At least he hoped they were lies. To be truthful, his mind set of you actually wanting to be with him was slowly deteriorating.

Ever so slowly.

“And here I thought I would actually have a peaceful evening without a bitch-excuse me, witch ruining it.” He balled and un-balled his fist.

“Ruining?” Rowena placed a hand on her chest in a mock hurt “I’m simply protecting you, darling. I mean, what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t try and pry my son from the grasp of some whore who only loves him for his throne?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” He wiped off his sleeves and snapped his fingers making a beautiful bouquet of Peonies appear. “I have a date to attend to.”

His mother sashayed to his bed before sitting herself down. “She didn’t love you at first.”

Crowley eyed her “what?”

She smirked and shrugged “I remember it. She didn’t love you at first, not really.”

“And how do you kno-”

“Because if you love someone you don’t keep it a secret.” She snapped at him “you tell every soul you can, but did she? Did your precious Y/N tell even the Winchesters about you? No! She kept you hidden, only to use you as a measly toy.”

“Stop it.”

“You both had to be caught for her to confess and who’s to say she would’ve on her own? Who’s to say she didn’t hate the fact that someone actually knew that she’d even touched you?”

“Stop it, now.”

But Rowena wasn’t done. “And who’s to say she doesn’t want you as just a toy? I think as a mother- NO! As a woman, she wants something to gain from your little mischief’s. The throne, Fergus.” She was standing now, walking toward him with a glimmer in her eye. Her hand was soon placed on her sons cheek “So you go, and you see what happens. Let the little wench break your heart and then who’ll be there for you?”

She waited for an answer and he waited for a reason she’d be wrong. Any reason at all……

“Get out.” He muttered looking at the wall behind her. Her hand slipped from his cheek, letting her nails rake across it. She wordlessly walked out of his bedroom, because what else could she have said?

She’d said enough.

You twirled the spaghetti onto your fork and shoveled it into your mouth. You leaned forward on the kitchen counter closer to the book in front of you. Crossing you legs you let your eyes glide over its words.

‘While yes, there are Changelings, Shifters, and Doppelgangers, the subtle differences between each remain as-’

“He still not here?”

You turned to see Sam walking towards the refrigerator. Shaking your head silently he eyed you cautiously.

He licked his lips “I bet he’s just caught up in a hell of a lot of work.”

You squinted at him before scoffing “You’re almost as bad as Dean.”

“It got you to smile.”

That was true. A small smile had graced your features, and that was all he needed before continuing. “Get some rest, Y/N. It’s already 10, and you can’t function without sleep. I should know, I’ve seen it.”

You glanced at the book and the now half empty bowl of spaghetti before nodding. You closed the book and grabbed it and the bowl heading out of the kitchen. Sam swiftly took the book from your hands and waved it. “I’ll put this up, you go finish that and get some rest.”

Nodding you walked out of the kitchen and towards your room. Your new dress brushed the back of your thighs and you sighed before finally letting your face drop. Maybe he’d come before you fell asleep?

You sat on your bed and placed the bowl on your nightstand. Maybe you should keep the dress on just in case. Your hair and makeup was already done. Your shoes were at the end of your bed just waiting to be filled. All you needed now was him.

At 12:30 you finally decided to throw your dress in the hamper and pull on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. You’d finished the bowl hours ago and now you were hungry again.

Silently you padded down the hall towards the kitchen. One more snack before bed. You stood in front of the open refrigerator and looked, and looked, and-

“Having trouble there, love?”

You didn’t even bother turning around, instead you just kept looking.

“I’m sorry, I got caught up in work and-”

The sound of the door slamming cut him off. You brushed past him out of the kitchen and towards your room. His arm snaked around your waist and you stopped, still not looking at him.

“Please look at me, Y/N.” His voice was low and gravely and sad and everything that made you break. You slowly turned to face him and he smiled softly at you. “Beautiful.”

“It’s our anniversary.” You said lowly.

“I know.”

“You didn’t come.”

“I’m here now.” He realized what he’d said and backtracked “I’m sorry, work is work, and my mother she-”

“Oh god.” You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him before making your way towards your room. “Always with your mother, why does she hate me so much?”

He followed you into your room and closed the door behind him. “It’s complicated.”

“Then uncomplicate it.” You crossed your arms and sat on your bed facing him. He eyed  you for a moment before breaking into a small smile.

“I remember when I took you to that cabin in Canada?”


“I remember” he continued “leading you out onto the snow with my hands covering your eyes. I remember the look on your face when you saw the northern lights ablaze right in front of you.”

You sat and, begrudgingly, listened. He stopped and looked off to the empty space in the wall and you knew what was coming next.

“Why did you say no?”

You shook your head “You know why I said no, we’ve talked-”

“I know. I just want to talk about it.” He simply shrugged and you eyes him before sighing.

“Because marrying you would mean becoming the queen of hell. And becoming the queen of hell is a big responsibility that I know nothing about. And I’m still not even sure if…” You trailed off and bit your lip. You looked away from him and shook your head “What do you want?”

He smiled “Those words mean more than anyone could ever know.” He looked at you “I want you to Marry me.”

“Says the man who couldn’t even make it to our anniversary.” You didn’t mean to come off so harsh.

“So that’s all you care about? Me forgetting to bring you presents?” The hurt in his fucking voice sent you over the edge.

“Who said anything about presents,Crowley?” You stood up from your spot on the bed “I only wanted to spend time with the man I love and you’re making this about material things.”

“Well how am I supposed to know that, huh?! How am I supposed to know you love me when you barely even say it anymore?!” He was screaming now, but so were you.


“How can you say that?” He barely whispered at you, but each syllable struck you like a hammer. “How can you stand there and say that I don’t love you? I’ve risked everything to be with you. My throne, my life, everything! I’d give you whatever you asked for in the blink of an eye and for what? For you to sit there and accuse me of-”

“Accuse?” You laughed through your tears so harshly that you even scared yourself. “Crowley, the night I said no to you, you refused to even touch me. I came back here the next day feeling like filth because I said no to you. That’s why.”

He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and looked away from you shaking his head. This is what his mother was warning him about. This right here is what he feared every time he wasn’t near you. He needed

“You to leave.” He looked at you with a confused expression and you scoffed. “You weren’t even listening-I need you to leave.”

“Y/N-” he reached towards you but you quickly pulled your arms away from him.

“No! Crowley, if you stand here and-I’m just- just go! I know myself, and I know that if you stand here we’re just gonna keep down this path and I’m gonna say something so horrible that I won’t ever see you again, so yeah I need to be alone.”

He looked at the floor and shook his head. This could not be happening.

You watched him with tired eyes. How could you not know what you felt? How horrible of a person were you to not even be able to say three simple words to the man you knew-or thought

“Loved you.” Crowley looked at you with fat tears gliding down his face “I loved- love you so damn much. But, if this is what you- what we need…..then I’ll do it.”

You looked at the alarm clock on your bedside table. 1:00 am. Your eyes flicked to where Crowley stood-or once stood. You sat on your bed and let silent tears drag down your face before finally breaking into a sob.

“Crowley!” You yelped as a pair of hands softly covered your eyes. Rough stubble grazed your neck.

“Happy birthday, love.” He whispered before planting a soft kiss on your neck.

You’d been sitting on your bed in your shared bedroom scrolling through your laptop. Hell was boring. That was something you’d never think you’d say, but hell was boring! Your days here would sometimes even consist of sitting in Crowley’s bedroom (he insisted you call it yours as well) and relax. That was until he got done of his royal duties and made his way to you.

“This is exactly how I pictured spending it.” You smiled “Blindfolded and waiting for you to make the next move.”

He hummed “You say that as if it won’t happen, love.”

You laughed and covered his hands with yours. “What’s all this about? I thought you had a meeting until eight, it’s only six.”

You felt his nose run against your neck “I got it over with as quickly as I could to get back to you. Granted, a couple demons want my head on a spike now, but that’s nothing new.”

He kissed a trail along your shoulder before leaning towards your ear to whisper. “Besides, I couldn’t miss a chance to give you your early present could I?”

“Is it considered early if it’s given to me on my birthday? I mean, I get what you’re going for here, Crowley, but-”

“Must you over analyze every-”

You turned to face him with a cheeky grin “I’m kidding.”

He smiled and nuzzled into your neck “I duf you sho mush.” You laughed and pulled away from him.


He leaned up and kissed your lips softly “I said I love you so much.” You smiled against his lips and pulled his tie until you laid on your back with him above you.

“You know.” You said pushing his suit jacket off of his shoulders. “I was thinking, and how come we never celebrate your birthday?”

“You want the truth?” He loosened his tie before pulling it off. “I forgot it.”

You laughed and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. You casually began to unbutton his shirt. “How do you forget your own birthday?”

“Dying does that to you, love.”

“Aw.” You opened his shirt and pushed it off of him before peppering kisses on his chest. “Should. We. Make. You. A. New. One?” You said between kisses. He lifted your shirt above your head and dipped his head down to kiss you full and soft. It was slow and for a while before you licked his bottom lip asking for him. He tasted like whiskey, as always, except there was something more to it. Something sweet like

“You had cake?” You asked pulling away from him. He looked at you shell shocked for a moment before smiling softly.

“I had to make sure it wasn’t poisoned, love.”

“Wait, it was my cake?”

He leaned back down and kissed along your neck.

“Crowley.” You giggled “did you eat my cake?”

“Hmm? What was that, love?” He began to suck marks into your collarbone making you groan. “This isn’t fair.”

He leaned up and kissed your nose. “All’s fair in love and…..well to be truthful it was only for you, love. What would have happened if it would’ve been poisoned?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him “So was it?”

He smiled “It could’ve been.”

You rolled your eyes and brought him back down for another kiss. This one was longer, deeper. He moved his head to the side and began kissing down your neck again and across your collar. He busied himself with doing away with your sweatpants while also biting into your skin. He slowly drug your bra strap off of your shoulder and kissed the exposed skin.

“I don’t see why you even chose to wear this.” He leaned over and did  the same to the next strap. “You were home relaxing almost all day, you usually hate to wear one while you do so.”

It always surprised you when he referred to the kingdom of hell as your home.

You shrugged and moaned as he sucked on your nipple. Dragging his teeth over you, he spoke silent words into your skin. He swiftly moved to the other one, giving it the same affection as before.

Dragging kisses down your body he soon bit lightly into your hips before sucking love marks into your skin. Your breathing hitched-as it always does- as Crowley slowly drug your panties down your legs with his teeth.

He kissed his way back up your legs and bit into your thighs. He looked at you with dark eyes and commented on how beautiful you were. As he always does.

You can feel him breathing, right before he dips his head down and takes a long taste of you. He hooks his hands under your knees and pushes your legs wider as he sucks your clit.

One hand threads his hair as the other pulls your own. “Ah-Crowley….” You drawl out as his tongue dives into you. He hums sending vibrations straight through you. Your writhing and bucking into his mouth and he welcomes it all in stride.

At one point he would’ve held you down, but not today. You run the show today.

“Fuuaaah-yes! Crowley yes!” You’re so vocal that you’re sure your voice will give out by the time he’s done. But, you’re so close. Right there. Right there. Yes, YES-

It feels like your body is vibrating as a hundred miles per hour. It always does with him. He kisses his way back up your body and kisses you full and sweet. He pulls away and smiles that hundred watt smile that only you get to see.

“Happy birthday, love.”

“Why thank you.” You said brushing his hair down from where you’d frayed it. “Although I feel like it isn’t over.”

“Always the smartest in the room.” He chuckled. “But, yes. The night is not over, because I am taking you to British Columbia!”

He was so excited and you were so….confused. “Canada?”

“Oh don’t give me that look, it’ll be fun!”

“So that’s it?” Dean said adjusting in his seat “That’s the end of your run with the king?”

You looked at your hands, slowly opening and closing them. “I don’t know. We just…he isn't….I don’t know….” Looking out the diners window you noted how pretty the rainy sky looked today. Crowley would’ve loved this.

After your eventful night with Crowley Dean thought it’d be nice to get out of the bunker. Take you out to eat, talk, anything to make it easier.

“He, as much as I hate to say it, isn’t a bad guy. I mean, yeah he’s a bad guy, but not to you. It’s like he’s got a switch he flicks just for you.” Dean shook his head and dank his coffee.

“You’re going somewhere with this?” You swirled your own mug of coffee, not feeling in the mood for it anymore.

“I’m saying this isn’t him.” He put his mug down. “He-” he stopped short and smiled as the waitresses brought three plates of pie before asking if we needed anything else. Dean kindly declined before she curtly smiled and walked away. “He would crawl through hell on his knees just to see you smile. So c'mon, Y/N. You gotta try and-”

“I’ve been trying, Dean!” You leaned forward “You don’t know the whole story, but I have been trying and trying to see the bright side and figure out our place together.”

“Well enlighten me, Y/N. Tell me what I don’t know.”

You opened and closed your mouth not wanting to relieve your birthday all over again. Sam walked back towards your booth from the bathroom and sat down next to you. He looked between you and Dean “what I miss?”

“Y/N?” Dean cocked his eyebrow at you and put his elbows on the table. You needed to do this. You needed to let it out.

“He…” You scoffed and looked out the window towards the busy street “He proposed to me.”

Sam let out a breath and Dean ran a hand down his face before mumbling “shit.”

“On my birthday last year, he took me to see the northern lights in Canada. He proposed to me and I said no.” You slowly nodded your head “that, I guess, is when it started.”

“Why’d you say no?” You heard Sam ask next to you. You turned to face him “you’re kidding right?”

“No I’m not. Y/N, we don’t like him.” He motioned between himself and his brother “But we damn sure know you love him. Why’d you say no?”

“I was scared?” You shook your head and shrugged “I don’t know how to be a queen. What if I mess it up, what if the demons don’t like that I-”

“Y/N.” Dean said. “Why’d you say no?” His voice was soft, and he knew you were stalling.

“That….and I’m scared everything was moving too fast. Scared that he’ll get tired of being with me.”

They were both quiet for a while until Dean started chuckling.

“Something funny?” You asked annoyed.

“Just the fact that you think a man-er-demon could get tired of you. Y/N, he loves you. And as much as I’d hate to say it, he needs you. Nothing’s gonna change that, not even you saying no.”

“You don’t know-”

“Yeah, we do.” Sam cut in “Crowley told us.”

“you knew?!” You looked between the men, hurt. Sam held up his hands “Not everything, not about the proposal. He just told us that you’d hit a rough spot then and he didn’t know what to do.”


“And we told him to keep swimming.” Dean said finishing off his pie “Keep pushing forward with the relationship and not sweat it. It’s not like you still didn’t love him.”

You sat quietly for a long time swirling your mug of coffee. Your phone vibrated and you pulled it from your pocket before unlocking it.

It was a text from Crowley.

‘You’re still mad, and I understand that. But, I know how much this meant to you and I refuse to be the reason you miss it.’

It was a picture of one of Crowley’s hell hounds surrounded by its puppies. ‘So she’s finally had her babies.’ You thought to yourself remembering the day you begged Crowley to let you see them. Granted, it hurt like hell. Like someone was shoving hot irons into your eyes, but it was worth it. You could see hell hounds, and more importantly their puppies.

“So?” You looked up from your phone towards Dean.


He smiled “I said, do you still love him?”

You looked at the text and then at them and then outside where rain drizzled down and a couple shared an umbrella walking down the sidewalk.

“Yeah….yeah I think I do.”

“Well then.” Dean clapped his hands “there’s still hope.”

You smiled softly and nodded. “Still hope.”

“And what are you smiling at?” Rowena snarled at her son. Crowley glanced up from his phone quickly dispersing of his smile.

“Nothing. What do you want?”

But in fact it wasn’t nothing. It was definitely something, or someone to be matter of fact. You.

“You’ve been acting strange lately. All solemn in your throne, acting grumpier than usual.”

“I’m always grumpy.” He said looking around the busy throne room. Demons were bustling around looking up information about a rogue coven that had been converting his demons.

“I said grumpier, dearie. But, these past three days you’ve been…..different.” She slid her hands onto her hips.

Her statements were true. For the past two weeks you’d refused to even speak to Crowley. Letting the boys handle their meetings with him alone. But, these three days you’ve slowly been coming around. Sharing simple text with him now and then.

You’re latest one was a picture of you holding a bouquet of roses he sent to you with a straight face. You sent another text that read ‘You’re really hitting my soft side.’

He chuckled before trying to cover it with a cough. ‘This is ridiculous.’ He thought ‘I’m an adult, I shouldn’t be hiding like some pathetic teenager.’

“It’s her isn’t it?” Rowena shook her head “what did I say before? She’s g-”

He held his finger up, cutting her off. You’d sent another text that read ‘But honestly, Crowley, they’re lovely. Thank you, love.’

His heart fluttered at the use of the name. Still hope.

“Ahem!” Rowena said loudly. Crowley looked up at her and rolled his eyes “What is it you need?”

“I need you to leave that wench alone! She’s a problem. She’s-”

“She’s the woman I love.” He said certainly. More certain than anything before. “And she’s not the problem, you are!”

He stood up and started a walking towards Rowena. Every demon in the room became quiet and tried to further themselves from the raging King.

“All you’ve done is push me away from her, and I was dumb enough to let you! She is the woman I love, the only thing I’ve needed my entire life and I let myself ruin it.” He put one of his hands on her throat and squared her face to look him in the eye. “I deserve to be loved, and that’s what she was doing. So I’m going to say this once and once only.”

He dropped his voice so only she could hear. “Say anything vile about her ever again, and I will make sure of it that your time locked in chains seemed that of a spa day. Am I clear?”

She scoffed at him despite her shaking hands and dry mouth. Crowley gripped her throat tighter firmly cutting off her airway and let his red eyes show. “Am. I. Clear?”

“Crystal.” She gasped out before he pushed her away. She stumbled backward into a demon who clumsily caught her.

“Good.” He said brushing himself off. “Now with that being said.” He turned towards a group of demons huddled in the corner “You lot come with me, we have a lot to do. Everyone else back to work, make me proud today.”

“Yes your majesty!” A round of applause went around before the throne room was up and bustling once again. One red headed witch standing in the middle of it all, highly embarrassed, and slightly proud of her son for finally taking initiative.

Sam and Dean smiled to each other as they watched you walk around them through the kitchen. You talked on the phone to Crowley with a prominent smile on your face, letting them know that all was well.

While no, you weren’t exactly with the king again, you were smiling again. And although you would only say it to the boys, you loved Crowley again. You just needed to be sure this wasn’t false hope.

“So the puppy actually peed on your shoe?” You laughed into the phone as Crowley grumbled about how he really liked those shoes. He was smiling on the other end of the conversation as your laughter drifted through.

“So, Y/N, I was uh..well we’ve been-I’d love to take you…only if you…” He stumbled and faltered through his words.

You smiled and bit your lip “Fergus Roderick McLeod, are you trying to ask me out?”

Dean mouthed Crowley’s real name to Sam while holding back his own laughter. Oh was he going to use that.

“Yes.” Crowley said unfazed by your use of his full name. He actually quite liked it when you said it. “Friday night if that suits you.”

You were quiet for a second before nodding to yourself “I’d love to.”

Crowley took the phone away from his face and silently cheered for himself, before coming back to the phone. “Fantastic!”

“Only on my terms though.” You said. He nodded his head and agreed quickly.

“We go to the cabin.”

Now it was Crowley’s turn to be quiet. He cleared his throat “Are you sure, love? I don’t want you to-”

“I’m positive, really Crowley it would mean a lot to me.”

“Anything for you, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright.” You wanted to say I love you, and God knew he did too. But, instead you hit the end call button and went back to making dinner with the boys.

Dean was leaning against the counter while Sam cleaned off the potatoes, both watching you.

“What?” You said going back to seasoning the food. Dean smiled at you before shaking his head and going back to making the pie. Sam smiled and winked at you and that was that.

You shouldn’t have been nervous, but you were.

He shouldn’t have been sweating so much, but he was.

And now you both stood on the porch of a British Columbia cabin, shaking from the cold. Or maybe it was your nerves. Either way, Crowley draped his long coat over your shoulders. You pulled the lapels, bring it closer to your body, and turned to look at him.

He looked the same, except, tired maybe? Like this past month has really tested him. Which in fact it had.



You turned to fully face him and laid your head on his chest. “Let’s just…talk.”

“This date is going well then?”

“Depends on how the food taste.” You smiled to yourself.

Crowley wrapped his arms around your waist gently pulling you flush against him.

“Do you want to eat now or after the show?” He rested his chin on top of your head.

“After. For now let’s just….talk.” Your hands wandered up his chest and you drew imaginary pictures. A star. A dog. A cloud.

“I’m sorry.” He started first “For not being there. For not being the man you needed from me. You deserve the world and everything of it.”

You nodded about to say something before he cut you off “Have you ever loved someone before?”

“Yes. Have you?”


“Have you ever been in love before, Crowley?”

“How would I know the difference?” He looked off into the woods as an owl hooted.

“It’s torturous.” You chuckled to yourself before you felt him pulling away.



“Is this torture?” He looked genuinely confused.

“The worst.”

His breath hitched “I’m so sorry. What did I-”

“No don’t be!” You held your hands up stopping him. He shook his head and smiled at you.

“What? I’m so confused.”

“Just..” You shook your head and leaned up capturing his lips with yours. His arms were around your waist in an instant as he deepened it. It wasn’t slow, or sweet, it was passionate and needy and sloppy. Full of tongue and teeth and everything you’d missed from each other.

You combed your fingers through his hair moaning. He reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you. There I said it. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. Never forget, never think otherwise.”

“I love you too.” You said “I love you so much.” You pulled away and looked up at him, trying to remember every outline of his face. His eyes flicked up for a brief second before he started smiling.

“Look, love.”

You turned and there it was, the northern lights. They were beautiful, an array of greens and blues danced across the sky. You smiled to the sky “Crowley it’s beautiful.” His arms wound around your waist pulling your back to his front. You sighed contently and decided. You wanting nothing more than this, than him.

“Yes.” you said nodding before turning towards his confused face “Yes, I want to marry you.”

His face went slack “Y/N, think about what you’re saying. What if I still can’t give you what you want?”

“I want to be with you, Fergus.”

He smiled at you and shook his head “W-What if you hate me later on, what if I can’t give you children or the life you want like everyone else?”

You looked at him before reaching up and lightly kissing his cheek “Then I’ll have you.”

You didn’t have a chance to react before he crashed his lips against yours. You kissed kissed kissed until it almost got too cold to bare. Finding your warmth together that night in bed together, and making your plans for the future, whatever that may hold.

rpbattleman  asked:

I'm surprised no one said this yet. Naegi gets his ahoge cut off and no one in his class recognizes him. They're all wondering who this stranger sitting in Naegi's seat is. Naegi is oblivious.

A/N Hinata version here

Naegi Loses His Ahoge and Everyone Loses Their Shit

Ever since Naegi got his haircut, everyone was staring at him strangely.

That’s the weird thing. All they did was stare but nobody approached him. They were all whispering and talking with each other in hushed tones but nobody tried talking to him at all. Did he look that bad? He could take brutal honesty, seriously. It was better than being ignored like this. But he wasn’t going to be ignored for long since it looked like someone was finally approaching him.

“Who the fuck are you?”


Naegi was too stunned to reply accordingly which pissed them off even more.

“I said who the fuck are you?” Mondo repeated as he cracked his knuckles threateningly. “Better talk before I make you talk.”

“Violence is prohibited, bro!” Ishimaru yelled from the sidelines.

“Relax, it’s not like I’m going to beat him up…” He paused. “Too much.”

“He’s totally gonna beat him up. Poor guy.” Leon commented.

“Um… I think he’s too scared to talk. So why not try a different approach?” Fujisaki timidly suggested.

“Good idea, Chihiro! Let’s send out our friendliest!” Asahina seconded.

“Unfortunately, Naegi is absent today.” Sakura remarked.

What? WHAT?? Absent? But he’s right here! Guys, he’s right HERE!!

“Oh, yeah…” She tilted her head in thought and then her eyes widened as she gave light push to her fellow classmate. “Then how about our runner up!”

“Me?” Maizono asked her incredulously but didn’t turn her down. So she then walked to Naegi and asked, “Excuse me but you’re sitting in our classmate’s seat. Are you a transfer?”

Naegi blanched. Were they really serious about this? This has to be a joke.

“It seems that he remains unresponsive. How unfortunate.” Celes commented.

“Move aside. I’ll do this before we waste any more precious time.” Togami commanded as then he glared at Naegi. “A peasant like you has no place here. Get out.”

“Y-yeah! You heard h-him! Get going!” Fukawa seconded from behind him.

First he wasn’t recognized and now he was getting kicked out? All because he got a stupid haircut?? Is this even real???

“Guys… it’s me… Naegi, your classmate.” He weakly tried to explain.

“Eh? Naegichi? Is that you?” Hagakure asked in disbelief.

“Impossible!” Yamada firmly objected. “You lack the tell-tale characteristic of his! I refuse to accept that you are the same person when you’re clearly lacking a ahoge!!”

Aaand that’s it. He just confirmed his suspicions. Just how exactly did everyone see him? A walking ahoge?? Nobody recognized him just because of his haircut. Well sorry for wanting to try something new.

He wanted a new look, not a new identity.

“Hold it.” Kirigiri interrupted. “It’s still too early to confirm or to deny his claim.”

Naegi internally screamed. Not Kirigiri too!

“Who cares? This is way too funny!” Junko cackled.

“Please take this seriously, sis.” Mukuro admonished her.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure. Oh, what EVER happened to POOR Naeggs?” Junko wailed dramatically and then discreetly winked at Naegi.

!!!! She knew! She fucking knew! But knowing Junko, she wasn’t going to let anybody know. Not when she was having so much fun watching this unfold. Naegi sighed. Trust his luck that the only person on his side… wasn’t really on his side at all. This was just too painful to deal with.

So Naegi quit.

He got up and walked out of the classroom. He skipped classes for a month just until his ahoge grew back. The school excused him as “missing” since even the faculty couldn’t recognize him and thus, no news was heard about him. When he came back to class, he let out a sigh of relief as everyone flocked to him in worry but most importantly, in recognition.

From time to time, he unconsciously checks his ahoge if it’s still there and if his identity is still in tact.

Ever since Naegi got a haircut, he decided to never get one again.

Lust At First Sight

Rquest: Can you do a Gerard Way smut? Y/n’s best friend is getting married to Mikey and y/n meets Gerard and they hook up. 

y/b/f=your best friend (WARNING: Smut)

I had been to a few weddings before, but this is my first time being the Maid of Honor. My best friend, y/b/f, insisted on me being the Maid of Honor, even though I was a nervous wreck and had no clue what I was doing. Bridal showers, bachelorette party, decorations, invitations, being the emotional rock for the bride…there was a lot more to being the Maid of Honor than standing next to the bride. Now if I can just present my speech at the reception as well as I can do in the shower, i’m golden. I held the flash cards in my lap, rereading them over and over when I wasn’t suppose to be out socializing. The reception had just begun and the guest were still taking their time making their way from the golf course to the clubhouse. I heard the scraping of a chair and looked up. Standing in front of me was hands down the most gorgeous man i’v ever seen. He had shaggy firetruck red hair, shiny hazel eyes, and was in a tight fitting tux. He looked up from the tags placed on the table and met my gaze. He gave me a small smirk and extended his hand. “Hello, my name’s Gerard”

“Hi, my name’s y/n” I took his hand slowly,before I could let go he brought my palm to his lips. Damn it was way too hot in here. “Your Mikey’s brother, aren’t you?”

“Yep” He replied, slouching in his chair two down from mine. “What’s up with the assigned seating?”

“Y/b/f and Mikey were very picky on how they wanted the seating” I laughed, mentally noting he had the same reaction when y/b/f asked me to print out tags for each seat.

“Typical Mikey Way” Gerard muttered quietly, shaking his head. “Only my little bro would put my grandpa between me and a hot girl”. I fought hard to keep my face blush-free and keep a confident look. 

“Maybe if you showed up to the rehearsal you could’ve picked your seat” I sing-songed teasingly, making sure to keep eye contact. Gerard bit the inside of his cheek before giving me a lopsided grin.

“I like you y/n. Do you plan on dancing tonight?” I laughed lightly. Before I could respond, I noticed y/b/f’s parents walk through the door. I quickly stood up to go greet them, one of the duties of the Maid of Honor was to be a social butterfly and have fancy, dinner-party talk with as many guest as possible. 

“Well, it was great to finally meet the flaky Way brother, but now I have to go ‘entertain’ all of the bride’s snooty extended family”.

“See you at dinner, babe” Gerard sassed. His smirk was way too confident. I didn’t have time to even think of a good comeback before I heard ”Y/n, darling! How are you?” from across the room. I just gave him a flirtatious wink and fast walked over to the crowd filing in.

“Next, our Maid of Honor has a message for the bride and groom. Y/n?” Mrs. Way gestured towards me as I fumbled with my cards. She had just given a tearful speech about how fast her baby boy has grown up and shared a few touchy stories of Mikey’s childhood. I noted to punch y/b/f after she returned from her honeymoon for scheduling my speech after the super sentimental and proud mother-in-law. Now the expectations are high.

“Thank you for that lovely speech Donna” I gushed as I got up to the mic. I took a shaky breath before starting. “Y/b/f is my best friend. I’ve never met such a lovely girl who fell for so many wrong guys. I remember our freshman year in college, she was crushed over a bad breakup and I told her: fall for a bass player, not the lead singer. Of course, I meant figuratively, but a year later she falls head over heels for a guy who can actually play bass” The quest gave a small laugh and perked up, seeming a little grateful to take a break from some sappy speeches. “Now on to Mikey Way, the man with the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen. I want to thank you for being, well, you. A patient, supportive, all-around great guy to y/b/f. I think I can speak for everyone when I say there is no one I would rather see y/b/f spend the rest of her life with. There’s an old Greek tale that humans use to have four legs and two heads, the gods were scared of their power and separated everyone, letting them wonder the world to find their other half. I’m proud to witness to halves be officially reunited tonight. To Mikey and y/b/f” I lifted up my wine glass in unison with crowd, smiley at the energetic cheers and quickly got off the podium to take my seat with the other bridesmaids.

“Thank you for all the lovely speeches everyone, now its time for dinner! Everyone look for your name on the plates. Thank you!” I made my way over to the dinner table, finding it hard to focus with friends and family coming up to me to praise me on my speech. After many forced smiles and enthusiastic “Thank you!”s, I finally wedged through the crowd and to found my name scribbled on my seat. I was also greeted by Gerard, who was leaning back on the chair right next to mine with a smug look. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you sitting there?” His cocked an eyebrow as he lifted the small note card in between his fingers like a cigarette. The cursive letters spelled out: Gerard Way. He couldn’t hold his poker face for too long and the corner oh his mouth slowly began to arch up. “See? I’m just sitting in my assigned seat”.

“Your unbelievable” I smiled as I settled into my chair next to him.

“So y/n, how’s college going?” Y/b/f’s mother asked across the table. I quickly swallowed my chicken to respond. “It’s going really wE-” I gasped in surprise when I felt Gerard’s cold hand rest on my knee. “…well” I finished when my brain finished processing what happened. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Fine, food went down the wrong pipe” I laughed. I glanced over at Gerard, who was digging into his mashed potatoes, unfazed. It didn’t take long for him to begin gently gliding his hand up my leg. I squirmed as his fingers ghosted under the hem of my dress. His hand stopped suddenly at the hem of my underwear, pausing to rub small circles on my inner thigh. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and sat up, hoping no one would drop their fork under the table anytime soon. “The hotel were staying at is very beautiful, what was it called again y/n? Grandiosae?”

“Grandiosee..” As soon as attention was drawn on me, Gerard pressed his palm against my center, causing my breath to hitch. I could see that signature smirk creep onto his face as he massaged the wet fabric. I gulped and looked up to meet the other table guest’s eyes. All of them looked at me like I was about to pass out. 

“Are you okay, y/n?” Y/b/f asked, clearly confused on why I was slurring my words like a drunk.

“mHm” I nodded, deciding not to trust voice when Gerard pushed his finger past my underwear. 

“Okay…you just seem a little distant”. She finished with a small laugh.

“Nonono, i’m good, just a little warm in here. What about the hotel?” My pitch increased as the red-head’s index finger dragged lazily across my slit. 

“Grandiose, huh? That sounds fancy” Gerard interjected casually.

I made a small grunting noise as his finger slipped inside. Thank god no one noticed. 

“It’s pretty fancy” Mikey agreed. “According to TripAdvisor, their breakfast meals are on point”. Gerard nodded, looking intrigued while he pumped his finger in and out. I leaned my head back, attempting to cover up a moan with a cough. When I his knuckle made contact with my clit, I jumped up, slightly whimpering at the loss of his fingers. 

“I’m not feeling to hot, I think i’m gonna sit outside for a minute, get some fresh air” I rambled out, fast-walking out the door before anyone could reply. I leaned my side against the wall next to the restroom doors, trying to catch my breath. I felt something soft graze the shell of my ear. 

“What’s wrong, babe?” Gerard’s voice was incredibly low, sending shivers down my spine. I whipped around and grabbed his the collar of his jacket. I firmly pressed my lips against his while dragging him into the single cell restroom. As soon as the lock clicked, his hands greedily clawed at the zipper of my dress. He pulled away from the kiss and attaching his lips on my collarbone. I moaned loudly.

“Gerard” I breathed out continuously as he licked his way lower and lower, stopping at my chest. Within seconds he skillfully unclasped my bra, tossing it off to the side. He teasingly began to plant butterfly kisses along the swell of my breast “Gerard, please” I begged. He looked up at me, his eyes fully dilated, almost black. His lips curved into a a wide grin before he lightly bit down on my nipple. I gave him a load moan, feeling myself get wetter and wetter by the second. He suddenly thrusted two fingers in me causing me to cry out loudly. 

“Fuck, your so hot. The way you come apart just from my touch” Gerard groaned as I gripped tightly onto his red locks. He suddenly pulled out his fingers and removed his lips, making my eyes shoot open to glare at him. “We only have so long until people begin to get suspicious. Can’t let anyone think the Maid of Honor is getting fucked by the groom’s brother right?” He said smugly, hands stroking my sides slowly.

“What a scandal” I laughed, moving the stray hair out of his face. He shoved his tongue back into my mouth without warning. I felt the cool surface of the tile walls, Gerard looming over. His tongue lapped hungrily against mine as he interlocked our hands, holding them above my head. 

“Do you have a condom?” He pulled away briefly to ask.

I shook my head “It’s okay, i’m on the pill”. With that he began to fiddle with his belt. The loud clunk of metal hitting tile rang out as he dropped his pants, revealing his painfully erect cock. My eyes widened at his length, making Gerard laugh at my reaction. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he lifted me up the, nestling himself in between my legs.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded in response. He slowly inched himself into me, letting my adjust. We both moaned loudly at the contact. I squirmed against him as he pushed himself all the way in. “Are you okay?” His wild, dark eyes met mine and I simply groaned in response.

“Please move” I begged, my voice coming out in gasps. He pulled out halfway before slamming back into me.

“F-fuck, your so tight” Gerard groaned out, biting his plump lips. He soon built up a steady rhythm. The head of his shaft brushed past a bundle of nerves, causing me to moan his name loudly and claw at his back. He briefly pulled out to re-angle himself at my G-Spot before thrusting back in sharply. 

“Fuck, Gerard. I’m close” I choked out.

“Me too, baby. Cum for me y/n” He whispered into my ear. My legs clenched around his waist as I felt my stomach beginning to tighten. Shouting out Gerard’s name, my climax rocked through my body. Pleasure washed over me and I kissed his neck wildly.

“Shit y/n” Gerard groaned loudly as he hit his climax, spilling inside me. He rocked his hips smoothly, milking out all of his seed. He leaned his sweaty forehead against mine as he began to catch his breath. “That was fucking amazing”

A few minutes of rushing to get our clothes on and make sure we both don’t look like we just had sex in the restrooms, we made our way back into the reception. The lights dimmed as we walked in, everyone headed over to the dance floor. Gerard laughed loudly and turned to me. “May I have this dance?” He gave me a small bow and offered his hand. I couldn’t help but smile at him, the large goofy grin plastered on his face, warm,bright green eyes. I felt butterflies erupt at the way he rubbed his thumb against my palm. 

“Of course Gerard”

Notice how hard the antis are trying to “friendzone” sheith in our own tags and etc over one lil line from Keith that we all know doesn’t mean they are legit brothers? But just family and even more?

Yeah, I’m laughing at their pettiness too guys. They are desperate over the whole fact we had moments in nearly every episode, that Shiro accepts Keith as half-Galra, and it’s canon that Keith’s greatest hope is Shiro while his biggest fear is losing him.

Not Voltron. Not the other paladins. Not even finding out the secrets to his past. And not even Earth or the damn universe.

It’s Shiro.

Takashi Shirogane is Keith Kogane’s one and only weakness AND HIS ULTIMATE STRENGTH!

Man, they are LOADING US with tons of tropes in one omfg. I expect some implied sun and moon; light and dark; so on and etc references from them now.

Thank you Lion Goddess and Voltron and like idk Zarkon? For making Sheith legit real and for giving us tons of romantic tropes into one great package known as sheith.