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Dating KJ Apa would include....

- He’s a huge goof ball and you’d laugh a lot 

- Midnight drives with the windows down and music up 

- Dyeing your hair together 

- “Awe babe, let’s do a darker shade!" 

- Dogs, dogs galore 

- "Can we get another dog, love?" 

 - "KJ, we have four. We barely fit in our bed, the dogs take it all." 

- Puppy dog eyes 

- He’d totally lay his head in your lap or your boobs when you’re reading or not giving him enough attention 

- Practicing lines together 

- He would serenade you all the time because he loves to play guitar 

- Learning all your favourite songs so he can play them for you 

- Lets be honest, your social medias would be so full of each other, the fans would go nuts 

- Being literal couple goals 

- Hanging with the Riverdale cast and just totally teasing everyone 

- Almost all of your friends have walked in on you 

- Blame KJ, he can’t keep his hands of off you 

- Cute outfits to drive him crazy 

- Which is easy because he’s almost always turned on around you 

- Cute texts

- Cliche and totally cheesy dates that you love to the end of the world 

- Dog cuddles on the couch 

- KJ does not wear clothing in the apartment 

- You’re okay with that -Especially when he makes you breakfast in bed, completely nude 

- He has watched The Magic Mikes with you and even though he won’t admit it to any of his friends, he dances for you like that 

- "God, KJ keep doing that" 

- Nicknames like love, cutie, baby, sweetheart, kitten 

- You call him things like red, dork, kiwi, babe 

- Matching outfits that just slay red carpet events 

- Having a YouTube channel for your shared adventures and the fans just love you to pieces and worship you for quality KJ footage 

- Massages like you wouldn’t believe because he has nice hands 

 - Hanging in New Zealand with his family and absolutely being adored 

- Literally everyone who hangs out with you are your personal photographers - French kisses 

- Hickeys 

- Netflix and Chill because that boy has it written all over his face 

- Fancy dinners at fancy restaurants where all you literally do is sit in a corner and people watch and laugh at the snootiness of the people around you 

- Messing around on sets 

- Pranking Cole Sprouse because why not? 

- Interviews where you’re back stage just so KJ can see your face 

- Cuddles everywhere at anytime 

- Binge watching all the old Disney shows 

- Building forts in your living room because you’re dating a large man child 

- Piggybags literally everywhere, you’re not sure why you have legs anymore ‘cause he just carries you everywhere 

- He takes you to concerts all the time because he likes to see you smile and rock out 

- KJ loves to take you to the beach and places like Hawaii and Baja for trips because he loves to stare at your body in a bikini 

- Dog walks in the park 

- Dancing in the rain 

- Sneaking into a Broadway theatre and singing on the stage just to reenact Glee 

- So many inside jokes 

- He’d be so supportive no matter what you do 

- He’s very clingy 

 - Texts and FaceTime while he’s away 

- Snapchats all the time 

- Can you imagine the group chat with the riverdale cast? 

- You’d also have a cat or four 

- KJ loves animals

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The Morning After.

Marauders Era

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader ||  Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .

Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.

A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future. 

Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea. 

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Preference 2: Little Things?


SIDE NOTE: Sorry I couldn’t do one for Slip Knot. I just couldn’t think of anything. He might be in the next one was. Also sorry that Katana and Joker only had 2 instead of 3 different things.

El Diablo:

  • Kissing

Lots of sweet little kisses on your nose, cheeks, neck, and shoulders. He’ll sneak up behind you and warp his arms around your waist. Other times you’ll be laying on the couch or in bed and he’ll be sneaky (so many kisses).

  • Dinner

He absolutely adores when you make him dinner. Especially if you try something more ethnic. Sometimes he’ll help you a little bit by lighting the grill or stove (even if there’s a nob to turn”.

  • Talking 

Normally when he gets upset and starts steaming/smoking you have to talk him down. Sometimes you’ll put your hands on his shoulders even if it burns a little. Other times he’ll be having a nightmare and he’ll catch fire. After a while you’ll smell smoke and wake him. Make him stand up quickly and pour water on the bed where there was fire. Then you’d hold him and lay him down on your side of the bed. Another time when you talk is when he just wants to have a nice calming conversation. Just because he feels like you always problems when you talk he wants you to have nice times when you talk.

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Harley Quinn:

  • Makeovers

Harley loves to put makeup on your face and do your hair. You’ll be laying or sitting somewhere, she’ll pick you up and carry you into your shared room. She’ll then sit you in the chair on your vanity. She’ll then braid or play with your hair till she likes it. Then, she’ll turn you toward her, she’ll give you a few quick kisses then gets started. She uses bright colors and pale foundation. When she ends she claps her hands and screams “date night!”

  • Small Adventures

You and Harley will just be sitting or hanging out. Out of the blue she’ll bring up going to a fair or carnival. You’ll immediately pick her up and toss her in the car. She’ll laugh, giggle, and tell little jokes the whole way there. Then when you get there its like having a kid in a candy store. Its absolutely amazing fun!

  • Games

She LOVES games. When you or Harley get stressed the other one of you will go get the other one favorites game and set it up. Then you’ll begin and start playing. Eventually, you’ll both be happy and playful again. Sometimes she’ll sit in your lap and keep playing. Lots of kisses and hugs are given. Lets just say there are no losers. (;

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  • Working Out

He loves when you come downstairs into the gym and workout with him. Sometimes you spar (mostly ends in ties and them some love). Other times you’ll lay underneath of him when he does push ups or sit on his back. More than enough times you’ve had battles on who could lift the heaviest weights. Sometimes you set up targets for him to shoot at (other times you’ll stand in the middle and he’ll try not to shoot you).

  • Hugs

Between the two of you there’s no way to count who’s given the most hugs. You’ll give them to him when he gets upset or when he starts getting frustrated. He hugs you when you get flustered or when you make little mistakes that make you upset. Hugging is just more convenient than kisses for the two of you. Only because it takes longer to accomplish and let go without a fight.

  • Nerf Wars

Since Floyd doesn’t like it very well when you pick up and start messing with a real gun you decided to start a new game tradition. You would take a Nerf Gun and shoot it at him when he’s least expecting it. Then you’ll run and hear a ‘oh its on’ behind you. Then you’ll really start a war. He normally wins but, sometimes you’ll persuade him to give up.

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Killer Croc:

  • TV

Honestly you guys watch more tv than anything. It not only keeps you occupied but, it makes him focus on something other than the needs of the wild crocodile side of him. You mostly watch more adult tv than anything.But, sometimes you’ll make him sit through a really dumb tv show.

  • Bar Jumping

When days get a little bit more chill and he’s not into as much ‘work’ you guys jump in the car and go to a bar. Then after a while you both get bored of that bar and move along. Overall you guys end up visiting over 15 bars a night! It always gets really exciting and more creative the more you drink.

  • Swimming 

You know that his crocodile side does have to take over more of his body than looks sometimes. So, when this happens you go to a lake so that he can swim and eat. You normally sit on the bank and either get a tan or look at the stars (depending on what time you go.) Most of the time you go at night so that he doesn’t get a big thirst for people. But, sometimes you’ll go during the day just to get some sun.

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Captain Boomerang:

  • Challenges

Boomerang isn’t much of an adult. So, the only way to really settle an argument is to complete a challenge. Normally the challenge is who can do this the longest or who can do this the fastest. Other times you’ll do them for fun.

  • Stuffed Animals

He loves his stuffed unicorns so anytime the two of you lay down to sleep or take a nap he gets 50% of his unicorn stuffed animals. Then you’ll go get some of yours and snuggle up together and be incredibly warms. Other times you’ll try and hit each other through out the day. 

  • Children’s Movies

You love to make him watch kids movies. He thinks there ridiculous and lazily made. So, when the two of you watch them he always asks stupid questions. After a while he gets drunk and sings along or yells at the characters like there real. Lets just say he is better than the movie.

Originally posted by ericscissorhands

Enchantress/June Moone:

  • Reading

June loves reading and sometimes you do to. Sometimes you’ll lay together in silence and read. Other times you’ll just lay there and she’ll read to you. Normally you’ll fall asleep and she’ll keep reading but, realize your asleep and put her fingers through your hair. 

  • Walks

She loves walking with you. Even though she hates the worst part which is getting you off the couch unless your energetic. When the two of you walk she looks and examines almost everything. Eventually you get tired and she gives you a piggy back ride the rest of the way.

  • Pillow Fights

Every morning when you or her don’t wake up on alarm you take it as the best opportunity ever. The one that wakes up takes a pillow and straddles them and starts beating the other with the pillow. It ends with a big pillow fight and tons of kisses. Sometimes you get out of bed other times you give up.

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Rick Flag:

  • Rambling

If there’s one thing you and Rick love its rambling to each other about the little things in life. His are normally about work or the Squad.Yours are moreabout random things.Like cleaning or your job. He enjoys listening yo you and playing with your hair. You like to listen to him. Even if you giggle about the things the Squad does to Rick.

  • Cleaning

Trying to clean up a mess made by Rick Flag is almost impossible. Because there’s bullets and guns with different bombs and traps. Its crazy! Eventually he comes home and helps you. It normally ends in love making unless he accidentally sets something off. Then it leads to getting out the ‘RICK FLAG EMERGENCY KIT.’ He always gets angry when you pull it out and you always hear about how ‘he has his own emergency kit’.

  • Running

He’s a sprinting soldier. And when he wants to do something with you he usually brings up running. If you say no he throws you over his shoulder and takes off running. Eventually he says ‘your own your own’ and puts you down. Sometimes you sit and wait for him other times you run and beg him to pick you back up till he obliges.

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  • Painting

The both of you love painting together even if it gets everywhere. When you paint she takes it mostly all serious painting people or scenery. You however will paint anything you think of. Then you’ll throw paint and she throws back. It ends up with you both covered in paint and laughing. 

  • Yoga

Kat loves yoga. The both of you find lots of peace in it. The room will either be silent or booming with loud music. When you turn on the loud music yoga moves faster and it turns into more speed stretching then yoga.

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  • Driving

He loves to speed around the road and be the real king of Gotham. You love to encourage him because life with him is crazy and fast. Its something you never felt before. When you drive sometimes you hit things other times you trick people into thinking two of you were chasing them.  Then he normally shoots them just for fun.

  • Drinking

The two of you love laying on your king sized bed and having lots of different drinks. The two of you tell jokes, watch tv, or read mystery books. He loves talking about all the crazy things he’s done. Some of them are very interesting others are a little bit gruesome.

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Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine falling in love with Robb after healing him and having his baby.

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Hey could you do a Robb stark one shot where your a healer and when you help him recover from a wound, you fall in love have sex and you end up being pregnant?

♡ ♡ ♡ Warning: LIGHT SMUT ♡ ♡ ♡

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Pairing: Alpha!Benny x Omega!Reader

Words: 3,130+

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff, Unprotected Sex (Insert Clever Line About Safe Sex Here), Oral Sex, Mutual Masturbation,Teasing, Handjob, Praising Kink, Spanking, Dom/Sub (Just A Hint), Impregnation Kink, Blood Kink, Biting Kink (Just A Hint Really), Scent Kink, Knotting, Claiming, A/B/O Dynamics, NSFW, NSFW Gifs

AN: This is my first time writing A/B/O and I’m not even sure I followed the “rules” haha, but I hope you enjoy! Let Me know what y’all think! I love feedback dudes. This is also for @impalaimagining 2k word prompt challenge, my word was ‘comfort’ and I hope I did it all right?? Haha! Anyways, I had a blast writing this. If you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list please let me know! 

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Pairing: Fíli x Sigrid + Reader

Characters: Fíli, Sigrid, Kili, the Company

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak

Word Count: 1, 750 (Woah! I might have overdone this one…)

Note: I have nothing against Sigrid, just thought she’d be good for the story.

Links: Part 1 Part 2 

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Jovially, royals and guests from across Arda, had gathered into the Great Dining Hall. They had all been spread out through the entire hall; many dwarves drank their mead while guffawing at silly tales and stories. Beside them, their Ones, gossiped, also laughing merrily. Despite of the fact of being hardworking, dwarves loved to gather to tell stories after a drink or two and roar in laughter, even if it were for no special occasion. But this evening it was different. This evening there were two occasions as to why everyone was so content.

The first and most important event was that Erebor had been finally reclaimed and restored to its glorious peace. Thorin was crowned King Under The Mountain, right after the defeat of Azog the Defiler and the rest of the Company had a place to call home.

The second reason as to why there was such a grand celebration was because Fíli was married to his beloved wife, Sigrid, daughter of Bard. The guests that had arrived, had also brought with them lavish and magnificent gifts from their lands for the happy couple. Along with these gifts, they had also brought their cheerfulness. 

Of course, everyone was happy that day. It was a celebration, hence the name of it. But I was not…or at least, I forced myself to be. How selfish that must sound, right? 

However, I had a truly painful reason not to be. Content that is. And it was quite difficult to think of it without it bringing tears to my eyes. It had to do with the dwarven prince. The one who was married.

As I thought of him, my eyes wandered over to the dais where the royal family and their friends were dining. Fíli had sat beside Thorin’s right and holding his big calloused hand was Sigrid. She was pretty and in her white wedding dress, she looked even prettier. Her rich, dark hair had been curled up and a beautiful braid was very much evident, as it had been purposefully tucked behind her ear. Her skin seemed as pure as the first thick blanket of snow while her emerald eyes gleamed with joy.

I watch the pair of them as Fíli leans over to whisper something in her ear which earns a soft laughter from Sigrid, rendering Fíli’s features to be graced with a handsome smile. Even her laugh was lovely. I thought to myself before I stared down at my plate, sighing sadly.

“It is an insult to have to sit below a human.” A dwarrowdam hissed behind me. Slightly, I turn my head to see her speaking with her friend as they, both, cast they’re eyes to Sigrid like I had done a few moments ago.

“We cannot complain, Freida.” The other replied bitterly. “She is married to the prince, in time, she’ll become the Queen.”

‘She’ll become the Queen…’ I repeated those words in my mind, like a mantra as if I wanted to continuously torture myself. To torture myself for having so foolishly fallen in love with the dwarf prince since the beginning of the quest.  And it was not only because of his aggravatingly handsome features, which he had Mahal to thank for, but of his personality as well. Of his sharp intellect and wit. Of his kind, loving and protective nature. Of his loyalty and good judgement.

I had tried to keep my distance from Fíli during the journey so that we would all focus on what was more important than my measly love interest. Yes, we talked and sparred together many times but I was keeping my feelings hidden from him. I had decided upon letting him know of what I felt for him after the reclaim of Erebor, but it seemed I was too late. Fíli, my sweet, darling dwarf, had fallen in love. And it was not with me. 

I was truly happy for him but in my mind, I continuously cursed that one day when I lay in tears on my aunt’s lap and she reassured me, “You will have love, sweetheart. He will come, your prince will come. You simply must be willing to open your heart and let him in. Let him love you.”

Well, apparently, I had opened my heart, my feelings, and my emotions and I regretted more than ever. Because like my previous aching heartbreaks, the dwarf prince was never going to love me. Looking over at the royal table, I decided upon something that I would most definitely regret later on. But it was too late as I had reluctantly begun to walk over to the royal table.

The Company turned their attention to me as I ascended the steps, slowly. I fold my trembling hands tightly together and with a shaky voice - trying not to cry - I whisper, “Kili, may I please speak with you?”

The dark-haired dwarf’s orbs bore into my own as he snaps out of his daze. “Sure, sure, of course. Let’s head out to the hallways where it would be more quiet and less overwhelming.”

I nod as I wait for him to come around the table and join me out at the hallways. As I wait, uneasily I decide to cast my eyes one last time to Fíli, who surprisingly I caught to have been looking at me with an expression I could not pinpoint. His blue eyes resembled the colours of the ocean, shimmering and crashing beneath the sunset. Looking into his eyes was not only hypnotizing but it seemed as if though I was staring at a fragile piece of turquoise glass, which laid in the sand, glistening in the bright sunlight.

I offer him a final smile and turn to Kili, who lightly grabbed my elbow and led me out of the Great Dining Hall. At the entrance, we stopped and his eyes were laced with concern and confusion. I could not hold it back anymore so, I let the tears cloud my vision as they quickly trickled down my cheeks. From one than it continued like an endless waterfall.

Alarmed, Kili widened his eyes and took a hold of my hands, “What’s happened, (Y/N)? Why are you crying? Should I be going to get my bow and arrows?”

I laugh through my tears as Kili lightens the tension and mood. The young dwarf smiles and brings his thumbs, wiping my tears away. “No, Kili. I don’t think this time would be a wise choice.”

“Then, perhaps not,” he agrees. “But tell me what is bothering you?”

I sigh and momentarily shut my eyes before finding the courage to tell him. “I am going to leave Erebor. After all, this marks the end of my adventure.”

“What?” Kili says as his eyebrows instantly knit in confusion. “Why? Please, do not do this (Y/N) or at least rethink it. Listen to me, if this is about the time uncle said those terrible things to you, you must know that he was - ”

“No, Kili, this has nothing to do with Thorin.” I reply, swallowing uneasily. There was an uncomfortable few minutes of silence and when I lower my head, Kili gasps, comprehending the sudden meaning of my answer. “(Y/N),” He whispers but I shake my head, not wanting him to say anything about it.

“Please, do not make this any more harder than it already is.” I plead as I reach from under my sleeve, producing a stone with a dwarvish engraving that said kidhuzel, which meant ‘gold of all gold’. That was the first and only word that I learned in Khuzdul. It was a word that Fíli had taught me and he made me promise to remember it while thinking of him.

“Please, return this to your brother. Not today. I don’t want him to think of this on his happy day. Maybe when you deem it to be right.” I say, placing the stone on his the palm of his hand as Kili ran his index finger over it. “Gold of all gold. He read and I squeeze my eyes shut, forcefully pushing my tears back.

“Wouldn’t he want you to keep this?”

“Yes, he would.” I reply, breathlessly. “But every time I look at it, it makes me tear up.” He nods understanding and looks back to me. “Kili tell him I will forever remember and keep the promise. Tell him I loved him even if he might not have loved me in return.”

Fresh tears began to sting my face and the sadness I felt seemed to float  through the atmosphere. “Let him know that I thank him. For making me believe in love…again. Even if he did not feel it, it was quite real for me.”

Kili nodded once more and reached to embrace me. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head upon his shoulder. For a while, we remained like that, in a comforting silence as he soothed me by rubbing circles on my back. I sniffle and let him go. “And I thank you for all those silly stories and pranks that seemed to aid me from my worrying and overthinking. You are a good friend, Kili.”

“Nonsense, you do not need to thank me, lass. I had known from the start, you’d helplessly fall for my charming personality.” He replies, winking mischievously as he did so, rendering me to laugh wholeheartedly.

“Well, I will miss you, my charming dwarf.” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“As I, you, my little Thumbelina.” He replies, using the nickname from the stories I had told the Company and implying that I was short for a human. Sighing yet smiling to him, I turn to take my leave at the Southern Gates, not believing this was truly how it was to end. I had dreamed of it to be much more differently…and happier.

“Oh and Kili,” I call to him before he’d enter the Great Dining Hall. He turns and regards me with a curious expression. “After tea with Bilbo, you are welcome to come to my house for dinner.”

He smiles widely and bows, “I’d be honoured, lass. And so would the Company.”

I watch him till he retreats back into the hall, I walk away slowly, each footstep resonating in my head as I thought of the reoccurring memories of the journey I had taken apart in. My tears, once again, cloud my vision and this time, I let my sadness engulf me while I head out to the Gates.

Noctis and Prompto would be so comfortable cuddling with each other, honestly.

Noctis is comfortable enough around him to fully let his guard down and just lay against Prompto as he mostly listens to him talk because his voice is really comforting and he loves hearing Prompto’s thoughts, even though he most definitely falls asleep within a few minutes. Every time it happens he apologizes for not hearing him out all the way when they wake up.

Prompto wraps his arms around Noctis the tightest he can without it being uncomfortable, overjoyed to have this level of trust and love between them as he talks to him as long as he can about what he considers trivial things. He keeps whispering once he realized Noct has fallen asleep and eventually his eyes close and they fall asleep together. In the morning it takes a lot of convincing for him to let go of Noctis, and they usually end up laying together for a while longer.

ASTRO SCENARIO: What kind of kissers and cuddlers they have

Jinjin: JinJin could take on different characteristics depending on his mood, but in general, he would make sure that you feel comfortable and make you smile. Because of that, cuddles with him would be a moment of fun and strong hugs, where he’d put his face on your neck and tickle there with his nose, poking at the nerves of your waist. But things would easily become different and he’d be more serious, holding you against his body with force and involving your waist in a domineering form.

About the kisses, Jinwoo would be the type that would pull you gingerly for a kiss everytime you didn’t expected and smiling playfully for you like a naughty child. In most cases his kisses would be simple and not too deep, where he’d like to look into your eyes. But when his dominant mode was active, Jinjin wouldn’t let you breathe while pulling your hair and biting your lips.

MJ: Myungjun would like to cuddle with you all the time, however he’d rarely take an initiative, ashamed and afraid that you would reject his affection.

So would be common for you to hug him while all he could think of was receiving your touch and feeling your body against his, sometimes stroking the skin of your arms.

With the kisses he’d often let you command, not making a move if you didn’t give space to him. It would only intrigue  you even more, because the desire in MJ’s eyes would be evident but by respecting you so much, wouldn’t let things get too hot. Plus, he’d love to feel your fingers curling into his hair and pulling them along with bites on his lips and necks while he made delicate circles on your back, still trying to keep the control.

Eunwoo: Cuddles with him would be different every day, because he’d be the tsundere type and would be a bit difficult for him to show his feelings. But sometimes he’d need your cuddles and caress, like, he’d love when your arms and legs are wrapped around him and you face each other, or when you focus on something (movie or drama) with your head lying on his chest, Dongmin would feel really happy with it and to be able to protect you.

Kisses with him would be usually soft and he wouldn’t like to kiss you in public - because he’d be a little shy. But he’d have those days that his feelings are out of control and he’d kiss you with passion, his hands on your face to keep you close and then would smile, joining your foreheads and whispering “I love you”

Moonbin: He’s the type that wouldn’t sleep well if you weren’t on his side. Bin would be really protective so he wouldn’t let you go even for a second and would hug you tightly, also would love when you lay on his dorse. When you two watch movies together he’d probably make you sit on his lap and then would pass both arms around your shoulders. In general cuddle with Moon Bin is about to ‘protect’ you from the world.

When he come home, the first thing Bin would do is look for you, would always like to be greeted with a kiss, and same thing in farewell. He who would be in command, would bite and suck your lips hard and invade your mouth, while his hands would go to your hair, the fingers intertwining with your locks with a little force, which, in fact, was pure desire. Public kisses wouldn’t be a great problem, actually would be a way to show that you were a couple to everybody around.

Rocky: He’d be the type who would like to watch you studying or reading, but couldn’t stay long just in that. If you were, for example, reading on the couch, he’d lay on your legs or on your belly, asking for attention. He would also love to pass his arm through your waistline, caressing your body and be the big spoon - letting your bodies really close - and even would deposit some kisses on your neck and nape.

In the same amount that he’d love to watch you, he would love to receive your kisses. Every time he get a kiss would feel his heart speeding up, the stomach turning and would smile even sleeping. But usually he would prefer deeper kisses, for believing in this form of affection more than any other. Kisses in which you circle your arms around his neck and let him control the rhythm that you would follow, as well explore your whole mouth.

Sanha: He’s the kind who would like to hug and kiss you while spinning you in the air. In fact Sanha would hug you all the time, because, for him, having you in his arms and your smell would be the best feeling in the world. His favorite time for cuddle would be these lazy mornings, that you have nothing to do, and would stay at bed, looking at each other; him passing his fingers through your hair, while your hand caressed his face. But things won’t be quiet for long because Sanha would find a way to do something to make you laugh, for example tickle or mess up your hair, so you two ended up wrapped and you kissing his whole face.

With kisses he’d be a little shy and would take some time to let things go. Would give you kisses on the cheek here and there during the day – plus a big and cute smile – as well a lot of pecks. Sometimes deeper kisses would happen, probably in most romantic occasions, and would be slow, but not calm; Sanha would give his best to demonstrate how intense are his feelings and how much he loves you.

~ADM Cherry and Misso~

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The Camping Trip

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey! Could you do one in which reader has a nightmare and Jughead comforts the reader?

Warnings: Choking, Stabbing

Word Count: 1,634

A/N: Sorry this is a bit short! (For me, at least)


A flash of silver, a floor stained red.

Sirens, policemen, a trial.

The ruling: self defence.

Jason’s Killer: dead.

Because of me.

The summer after Sophomore year, a few months after the trial ended and things are just starting to go back to normal, or at least the way they were before Jason Blossom was killed.

I don’t know how, but somehow I ended up being the one who figured out who killed him before anyone else did. They ended up cornering me in my house, breaking in and threatening me if I told anyone. I tried to reach for the phone, but they lunged. I grabbed a kitchen knife and swung, and I’m not sure what I hit, but it stuck.

I’ve been to counseling and I’ve had many talks with my mom about it, but it still haunts me to this day.

The person who has been there for me the most is my boyfriend of a year, Jughead, who I can tell feels guilty for what happened. He blames himself because if he hadn’t caught me up in trying to figure it out I wouldn’t have even been in danger. It’s not his fault though, I basically volunteered to join the team to search for the killer. IIt was a way to spend more time with him, since he seemed so wrapped up in all of it.

He works on finishing his novel about all of the events now, and so while he’s still been there he’s also been distant at the same time, and basically the only time spent with him seems like an interview. I know he doesn’t mean it like that, but it would be nice to hang out without a laptop and a list of questions.

About a month into summer Archie suggests that we all go on a camping trip to down south, just to get away from things for a while. Betty and Veronica say yes immediately, even offering to share a tent. I wouldn’t be surprised if they also wanted to share an air mattress. They think we’re all so oblivious to what’s been happening between them, but me and Jughead guessed it from the minute that Veronica showed up in town.

Kevin agrees, as we invited him because we didn’t want to exclude people. He hangs out with us more regularly now, so it just wouldn’t feel right if he wasn’t there.

I convince Jughead over the course of few days, saying that a change of scenery may help with his writer’s block he’s recently been struck with. I tell him that it will be good for all of us to get away for a while, get away from the words on his laptop. He reluctantly agrees.

We book a campsite, plan it all out, and even buy all of the supplies for the ‘best camping trip ever’, as Ronnie calls it. Before I know it, we’re piled in a car, driving the two hours south to the camp ground.

The drive down is a bit noisy and even verges on the side of chaotic, with everyone speaking to each other simultaneously.

I try to block out all of the noise, as there’s already enough of that in my head, and I focus on how Jughead is sitting there with a hand on my thigh the whole drive down. I can tell he feels out of place without his laptop.

We arrive just before sunset, and Archie seems to have all three tents set up in no time. It’s Ronnie and Betty in one tent, of course, Jughead and I in another, and Archie is with Kevin.

He then works on setting up a fire in the middle of all our tents, providing warmth and light, and we watch as day turns to night and all the stars appear in the sky through the treetops.

Jughead and I sit close together, his arm around me as I lean into him. Betty and Ronnie sit close enough together that their knees are touching, Kevin is roasting a marshmallow, and Archie is obliviously playing his guitar and providing mood music.

After about an hour, Kevin turns into the night, ready for a full day of hiking and being with friends tomorrow. Not soon after, Ronnie and Betty go inside their tent, and then followed by Archie, leaving Jughead and I to watch the burning embers. I rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and focusing on his breathing.

No words are spoken as my eyes close and my heart beat slows, falling asleep.

My world tumbles into darkness as I feel the wind knocked out of me. My eyes open and I’m back in my house, my throat closing around me. My back is pushed against the wall and I claw at the hand that’s there, kicking into the air to try and knock whatever is holding me off. A face appears in front of mine and my heart drops. Jason’s killer.

“You thought you got rid of me?” they ask in the dream, and evil looking smile coming over their face, their eyes flickering with the threat of death.

“Please.” I choke out, still trying to grasp and claw at their arms.

“I’ll be back for you.” they say, before releasing me.

I fall to the ground, my breathing heavy as I try to bring oxygen back into my lungs. I scramble across the floor to where I know the knifes are on the counter. I stand up and reach for them, only to find them disappear as I’m about to touch them.

An evil laugh comes from behind me as I spin around. Before I have time to react they stab me with the knife right in my stomach, right where I stabbed them.

I jolt up, soaked in sweat. I look around and try to focus on my surroundings. I feel an air mattress beneath me and realize that Jughead must have taken me into the tent after I had fallen asleep.

I try to steady my breathing, but it just becomes heavier and heavier. Tears begin to form in my eyes, and I wipe them away quickly. Soon the walls of the tent seem to close together, so I rip the zipper down and step outside to get some fresh air.

The fire has completely died down, and I wrap my arms around myself to help with the shivering, mostly likely brought on my sobs rather than the cold.

I keep telling myself to take deep breaths, but every time I do I’m taken back to the feeling of my throat closing, their hands pushing me further and further into the wall. I crouch to my knees, my sobs quieting while my breathing remains heavy.

Soon, I hear a rustle behind me and stand up, spinning quickly to see what’s there.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing up?” Jughead asks, rubbing his eyes as he steps out of our tent.

“Oh, u-uhm.” I stammer, not really sure what to respond with. I don’t think he knows about how bad my nightmares are, and I certainly don’t want him to see me in the middle of dealing with him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, clearly noticing how distressed I am. I know I can’t hide it from him for long, he knows me too well. He takes a step towards me to try and see me in a better light.

“Yeah.” I say, nodding my head, but when I see that he’s not going anywhere I begin to shake it the other way, “No.” I admit.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, finally reaching me. He gently puts an arm on my shoulder, careful not to make me too uncomfortable. At this point, though, I need him. As soon as he makes contact I pull him into a hug, holding him tightly.

“I, uh, I had a nightmare again, about- about that night.” I say into the crook of his neck, almost a whisper, my voice still trying to calm from the sobs.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” he asks, his voice quiet and soothing, a characteristic I didn’t know he had. I take comfort in it, though, breathing in everything that he is. There’s a silence before my answer. I don’t want it to come out wrong.

“All you ever want to talk about are the questions for your novel and I- I didn’t think it was important.” I admit.

“Don’t you ever think that you’re not important to me. You always come first to me, no matter what.” his voice turns stern, solid like a rock, and I believe him. His tone and his stance. He really means what he’s saying.

“They were so strong, I couldn’t breath. I was so scared.” I admit even further, not able to stop now that I’ve started.

“If they were strong, then you’re even stronger. And if anyone ever tries to lay a hand on you, I won’t let them. I won’t let anyone harm you. Ever again.” he reassures, his hand rubbing up and down my back while the other holds my head.

I break away and look at him, staring into his eyes in the dark of the night. The moon is reflected in his irises, and he’s beautiful. “I love you, Jughead.” I say, a hand going to cup his cheek. He brings me in for a kiss, a gentle one at first, right on my lips. He breaks away only for a moment, keeping our foreheads together.

“I love you too, more than anything in this world.” he whispers.

A flash of white, lips stained red.

Crickets, the night sky, a boy and a girl.

Result: Magic.

The Camping Trip: A success.

Because of him.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! If You're still taking requests can you write a fic where Bughead consummate their relationship but then they get a call that Fred has been shot. Betty wears Jughead's sweater and jeans and they rush to the hospital. Archie, in his despair, says some horrible things to Betty and he and and Jughead get into an altercation. You can end it anyway you like. Thank you in advance, darling! 😘

Of course! :) I’m always taking prompts, my dear. 

I’ve never written a smutty scene before so I hope this wasn’t *too* terrible. Fair warning, there’s a bit of slut shaming in here. Tsssssk. 

I hope you enjooooooy. <3

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iKON | They Find Out Their GF Dances Really Well

Anonymous said:

Hi^^ Can I ask for an Ikon reaction about they finding out their girlfriend dances really well?

“Why didn’t you tell me? We went out to the club and you didn’t want to dance and yet I come home and you’re dancing like a superstar? Why were you hiding this?”

Originally posted by yn-g

*Doesn’t let you know he’s entered the room, just lays down and watches you dance*

Originally posted by sugutie

“No, keep dancing…that was really good.”

Originally posted by bobhwa

“You’re so good at dancing jagi…we should dance together sometime.”

Originally posted by teambgasm

“Just don’t show the guys, okay? I don’t want them to fall in love with you cause of how well you can dance.”

Ignore the caption

Originally posted by woopyun

“You always surprise me, Y/N. Do you know the choreography from any of our songs?” 

Originally posted by bobhwa

“You’re amazingly talented…you should’ve shown me this sooner.”

Originally posted by ikonis


My Best Friend’s Brother Part 15

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 15


Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: (MOC,Demon)Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, smut, angst

A/N: Hey guys i am so sorry it took so long for me to post, its been a long week and I just haven’t had the mental energy to write. My computer also lost a lot of the work i’d done and so it took me a while to get the motivation to write again. thank you for being so patient <3

1 year later

The past few months had been a mess. After Dean had taken on the Mark of Cain everything spiraled out of control. The two of you were still together through all of it but things were tense. Dean kept himself distant and was much less affectionate. You knew he was worried about hurting you but that he was also struggling with everything going on inside of him. You stood by him through all of this until he died. You and Sam had set Dean on his bed and said your goodbyes. Sam left you alone in the room and you were overcome with your sadness. You crawled into the bed with Dean and held his body while you sobbed whispering I love you’s wishing you had never let him take on the mark, wishing you’d done it yourself, when his eyes opened wide and they were solid black.

“Get out of Dean’s body!” you yelled jumping off the bed. How dare a demon take his body, you would not let that happen.

“Sweetheart it’s all me in here” Dean’s body said with a smirk on his face.

“That’s not possible Dean died, you’re just some demon trying to take his body, but I won’t let you”

“I’m afraid the squirrel is telling the truth princess” You spun around and saw Crowley, you looked at him questioningly not sure what was going on, “When someone with the mark dies, it brings them back to life, but as a demon. Your little boyfriend is a demon now” He said smiling.

Dean gave you a tight smile and walked towards you, he gripped you by the hips and his eyes went black, “You in baby?” giving you his signature smirk but it was void of his normal kindness. It was still Dean though and you loved him, you could find a way to change him back but you couldn’t let him out of your sight. But also you were curious, you obviously still loved him but you also were drawn to this new version.

“Ok” you barely whispered out before Dean was grabbing you by the hand and dragging you out along with Crowley.


Those events are what brought you here today. You were seated alone at the bar on your second whiskey while Dean and Crowley were in the back playing pool. You turned around to see Dean cozied up to some blonde apparently trying to teach her how to play pool. You rolled your eyes turning back around to your whiskey. You weren’t sure why you stuck around, Dean really only used you for sex but he was also getting plenty of that from other girls. You kept hoping that maybe if you stuck around his love for you would come through and that you would get your Dean back, but so far he was just a demon. He still had some of his sweet tendencies, like cleaning you up after sex or the way he’d look at you when you were laying together but overall he was just an ass. You had been thinking about contacting Sam, letting him know what was going on, where you were, but you knew Dean would find out and you were scared to make him angry like this and you wanted to keep in tact so that you could eventually figure out how to change him back. So here you were stuck and not sure how to move forward.

You heard giggling and turned to see Dean whispering in that girl’s ear and you felt sick. You knew your Dean would never cheat on you, but he was a demon now and that version of him didn’t care if he hurt you.

  You put some money on the bar for the drinks and grabbed your purse walking over towards Crowley.

“I’m gonna head back to the motel I’ll see you guys later” you said looking over to Dean who was a bit preoccupied.

“He won’t be happy you’re leaving without him, you know how possessive he is over his little princess” Crowley said taking a sip of his drink.

“He’ll get over it, probably by getting under another girl, again” you spat out, “I’m just going to go back to my room and order some pizza and watch movies, there’s nothing for me to do here and I don’t feel like drinking all day or watch my demon boyfriend make out with other girls”

“I’ll let him know” Crowley said returning his annoyed gaze to Dean.


You were curled up in bed full of pizza and watching one of your favorite movies on the tv. You were wearing just one of Dean’s button down flannels, even though he wasn’t really him anymore his clothes still gave you comfort.

“Why’d you leave?” Dean asked stumbling into the room. You could hear the anger in his voice.

“I was bored and didn’t really feel like watching you hit on that girl” You said not looking away from the tv.

Dean gripped your chin and turned your head to look at him, “ You know I don’t like it when you leave without me, you’re mine. And besides I didn’t fuck that girl it was just a little bit of fun” he smirked

“Well you’ve fucked plenty of others so excuse me if I made assumptions” you jerked your head away laying back down, but Dean gripped your ankles pulling you to him so he was standing between your legs.

“I wasn’t done talking to you sweetheart.” His eyes flashed black for a second as he said that, his voice low and gravelly. You couldn’t help your arousal at the sound of his voice. Even though demon Dean was a total dick you couldn’t help but still be attracted to him, and even get turned on with how much rougher he got. While it was definitely hot, nothing could change how badly you missed the sweet kisses or loving touches. Dean’s eyes met yours as he grabbed your shorts and tugged them off, “You know what it does to me when you wear my shirts” his hand trailing up to your stomach and you shivered under his hand and gaze. He pulled back and took his shirt off and you sat up to work on getting his belt undone. As you were reaching to unzip his jeans he gripped your chin again and pulled you face up to meet his eyes, “all you’ve got to do is say stop if you want to stop” he said his face serious, but there was also a hint of worry. These were the moments that gave you hope, why you stayed. Pieces of your Dean were still in there and you weren’t going to leave his side.

“I know Dean, I’m ok” you said and he gave you a slight smile before his face went stoic again and pushed you down onto the bed.


You woke up a few hours later expecting to be alone or at least for Dean to be rolled over but instead you woke up to him spooning you pulling you as close to him as he could. You weren’t sure what all he could feel or how he differentiated right from wrong as a demon. He could be sweet, they were fleeting moments but they were still there, he couldn’t be all evil. You didn’t know if it made you weak or strong to refuse to leave him even if being with him like this wasn’t healthy, but you loved him too much to give up. You snuggled closer into him taking advantage of this moment and letting him hold you as close as possible  before falling back asleep.


In the morning you woke to the feeling of being pulled, you kept your eyes shut trying to pretend to still be asleep when you realized Dean was rolling over and pulling you up onto his chest. One arm wrapped around you while the other reached up and ran fingers through your hair. Dean always used to do that when he was overthinking something and you tried to think about what he could possibly be thinking about when he began to speak obviously still thinking you were asleep, “ I still love you ya know, it’s a different feeling than before… it’s not natural for demons to love but I know I love you, it’s just different. I wish I could be the way I was before, I’m still me, just darker, and I don’t really want to change, it’s not in my nature to want that but you, you make this complicated, you remind me of what being human was like, you’re keeping me somewhat good. I don’t like hurting you, making you feel unwanted, but I just can’t stop…” you felt his grip tighten on you and you wondered if all demons struggled like this or if this was Dean’s humanity coming through. Dean leaned down and kissed your forehead. You could’ve cried at that gesture, it had been so long since he’d been sweet like that. He gently rolled you to your side before getting out of bed. You finally opened your eyes to see the back of him as he pulled his jeans on.  

You decided to finally let it be known that you’re awake, sitting up in bed pulling the sheet up with you, “Morning” You said pulling your legs to you. Dean turned his head and looked at you with an expression you couldn’t read before reaching for his shirt to pull it on.

“ I’m heading to the bar” and with that he was out the door leaving you alone in the motel room. You laid back groaning, trying to decide how to move forward. You reached over to the side table and grabbed your phone. You thought for a second before dialing a number you hadn’t called in a while.

“Y/N?” your best friend’s voice said hesitantly.

“Hey Sammy, umm I need your help”

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Late Night Fuck...

12:59, my phone rings and your name’s on my caller ID. You’ve convinced me to come over again…

By 1:30, I’m sitting in your driveway, contemplating coming inside.

Here I am knocking, followed by a deep kiss and a “I’ve missed you so much.”

I pick you up and carry you to your bed

Now, you’re pulling me in and scratching me up and telling me that you love me

Gripping me tighter and tighter…

By 2 AM, I’ve forgotten about everything else, because I’m lost in your galaxy, exploring your Milky Way. Drowning from the waves and consumption of your dark hole and I can’t breathe.

The waves of your body keep pulling me deeper and deeper, fusing us together to become one and in that moment…I forget…that what we’re doing isn’t right or fair to anyone.

We both belong to someone else, but I’m here with you, because she just isn’t enough, and you’re all I want and need, and I love this ecstatic feeling that you give me.

How do I let you drug my heart again and draw me back? So close to ridding my system of you…

By 2:30, I’m laying with you in my arms, our breathes slowing, bodies glowing, passion flowing, and I promise myself that this last time is the last time.

But I know that’s a lie. You’ll call me tomorrow, I’ll answer, drive over, and love you the way that I’m supposed to love her…

anonymous asked:

A rumor has been going around that Sole actually has a crush on a certain companion. How would the companions react finding out it was them? Also, how would they approach Sole about it?

Despite Sole’s best efforts to keep their feelings on the down-low, several nosy settlers have figured out the truth. Then, unable to keep their mouths shut, the rumor eventually makes it back to the companion themselves, who are forced to deal with the situation. (Or not, as the case may be.)

Cait: It’s a joke. It’s got to be. Crushes are for love-sick teenagers, and especially not for… her. People don’t fall in love with Cait. Might want to fight her, or fuck her. But crushes don’t happen to her. She tries to avoid it, brushes it off with a laugh, ignoring the way it nags at her. She doesn’t even consider her own growing feelings, because she’s not even sure what she feels. Cait’s not the most self-aware person. Love, crushes - it scares her. And she’ll try to avoid the subject as much as she can.

Codsworth: He’s surprised, and flattered. Surely they must have meant someone else? He’s just a battered old bot from a long time ago. If he could blush, he would, especially due to his own confusing feelings for Sole. They’re the only two who remember each others old lives, and there’s a certain kind of connection there. He’d let Sole make the first move, if they ever chose to. Call him old-fashioned, but Sole was once his employer, after all. No point in presumptions.

Curie: She’s fascinated at first. Crushing? What an interesting phenomenon. It’s a very sweet, innocent form of love, and love is something she’s unacquainted with. She brings it up to Sole on accident, without realizing her bluntness might be perceived as rude. She apologizes quickly, feeling even more bashful as her own feelings make it all so confusing. What does she feel? Should she feel a certain way? She’s also stubborn, and determined to figure out these feelings, so long as she can still have Sole in her life by the end of it.

Danse: In the past, a few officers had crushes on him, Scribe Haylen included. But he’d never reciprocated the feelings, and he’d never expected Sole, to… After all Sole’s done for him, and all they’ve been through, it’s surprising something like this hasn’t happened sooner. But he’s still not sure what to do about it. He tries to keep things professional between them, but that backfires, because he desperately doesn’t want to be ‘just professional.’ Either way, Sole has to be the one to bring him out of his shell.

Deacon: Feelings? Do you know Deacon? He’d be hightailing it back to HQ as quick as he dared, whistling a happy tune in the hopes of putting it all behind him. What should be his new name? Should probably stop by Mr. Sun for a face change, too. Regardless of whether or not he feels the same way, Deacon wouldn’t - couldn’t - let these feelings happen, let anything like a relationship happen between him and Sole. He didn’t deserve it. No, he’d run off, and Sole would have to somehow track him down and convince him to stay.

Dogmeat: It’s very touching, but… I hope you mean crush as in “Oh, what a cute doggy,” and not… anything else. 

Hancock: A slow smirk spreads across his face. Sole? Really? Oh, he’s thought about it. The ghoul’s thought about it with everyone, but Sole’s a real gem, make no mistake. And if this little nugget of information hadn’t come his way, he would already be planning a way to reveal his feelings, because John Hancock doesn’t beat around the bush. With Sole already interested, however… Now he doesn’t need to worry about being coy. He’ll definitely make the first move. And several more, if it goes well.

Nick Valentine: The gossipers must have the wrong guy. Sole and him? That’s ridiculous. There’s no chance of that happening, even if he might want… He does a little investigation of his own. He’s still unconvinced when the evidence comes in, baffled as to why Sole would be interested in a raggedy synth like him. Eventually he calls Sole into his office, and pours himself a glass of scotch. Even if he can’t taste it, it’s an old gesture that gives him courage to ask Sole directly, and tell them how he feels once and for all.

MacCready: Should he part his hair a different way? No, that’s fuc- that’s stupid. He’s gotten by just fine with not bathing or brushing his teeth, no need to change anything now. God, a crush? He hasn’t dealt with those since his years in Little Lamplight. He’s struck with this sudden nervousness, constantly fiddling with his hat or finding reasons to be in Sole’s presence. Sole has to make the first move, or he’s either going to hide behind his ‘harsh merc’ exterior, or get himself so worked up, he’ll decide to leave their service.

Piper: She’s shocked, at first. Her? The hot-headed, sharp-tongued reporter? She’s so used to being ‘trouble’ and ‘headstrong,’ that she’s surprised anyone’s interested in her at all. But when Piper does anything, she gives it all she’s got. And if she’s going to romance Sole? Candlelit dinners and slow music. Though, given her budget, it’s usually candlelit dinners of cereal and brahmin jerky, and a few dusty old records that are almost scratched beyond recognition. But she tries, because she wants to do right by Sole.

Preston: Call him a romantic, but he pines for a simpler time. When he was a kid, if you liked each other, you told each others’ parents, hopped over a broom, and lived in the same house together. While it’s not as simple with Sole, he tries to keep it sweet, getting them alone and confessing his own feelings with a soft smile. He squeezes their hand, holds them close, lays with them under the stars. He’s trying to hearken back to a kinder time, a younger time, when he was happier. He wants to believe the world can be right again.

Strong: Well, most Super Mutants have no concept of love, let alone the desire to express it, so… Best of luck.

X6-88: A crush. How… quaint. In the Institute, crushes have almost been eradicated, like some kind of unwanted disease. Either you are together, or not. Unless you are reproducing, they serve no purpose. And being a synth, he can’t have children, so he doesn’t see the point of such… superfluous emotion. Sole would have to explain to him what a crush means, what it might be, what it leads to. Even something as simple as holding hands, or sharing a kiss - it’s all foreign to him. And it’s up to Sole to teach.

Soap - elysium (lawlietslullaby) - Voltron: Legendary Defender [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 (2.3k words)
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Summary: “You know you have to shower but you just…can’t make yourself do it?” Keith nodded.

“Pretty much, and it’s not even like I don’t want to shower. I do. I feel disgusting, but my body doesn’t wanna do what I wanna do. It wants to lay here.” Lance nodded, taking it in.

“Okay, well let’s see. Shiro has always wanted us to get closer, and what better way to do that than showering together?”

“What?” Keith asked, taken aback.

“Okay, let me reword that. Let me get you in the shower and get you cleaned up. That sound okay? I’ll keep my clothes on. Unless you feel up to washing yourself. But it sounds like you’re having a rough day.”

Notes: This was so cute??? I just !!! Love the idea of Lance helping Keith out when he’s struggling, and Lance generally being written as a genuinely good and caring boy who loves his friends??? This was also written so well and had me smiling the whole time so… :)

I want a girl who is literally obsessed with me. A girl who can’t wait to talk to me at night and ask how my day was. A girl who texts me all the time because they want to. A girl when we are together can’t keep their hands off of me. A girl when we are at a party and has to leave for a second and comes back and immediately holds my hand or hugs me or kisses me because they missed me. A girl who will get freaky with me sometimes. A girl who shows me everyday how much they love me and want to be with me. A girl who loves me and my faults. A girl who will let me lay in their lap and play with my hair after a long day. A girl who actually loves me with their whole heart. I deserve a girl who is literally obsessed with me.

red lips like a fire alarm going off just to call your attention
and the only fire you can maybe deem to put off
is this young reckless heart looking for a lesson

they will accuse me of having a taste for trouble
they will accuse you of having a taste for sin
and we can accuse them of tattletale
baby remember, all i care is this fumble up my skirt
you don’t have to worry about anything

how often danger comes in the shape of sex
and sex in the shape of love
and love in the shape of a man who can treat me well

to make time our enemy makes us live in stillness
to know there was a moment in history
when you did not know my name
because god had decided it was not my time to be born;
to know there will come a moment like that again
when i will know your name like a prayer
but god will have decided it was your time of farewell

but in the meanwhile
we can be thankful of the extraordinary coincidence
that we both exist here and now
with years between us like the stars at night
there is something magical about this tragedy of time

i daydream about the universes in which we have always existed together
and you call me out for wasting our beautiful time
i only want to feel your hands on my tighs,
to see the shape of my mouth on your jaw,
to make the years disappear under the moonlight.
isn’t that enough?

isn’t this ageless love what the world cries for?
if this is the trouble you accuse me of seeking,
then let the people freak out at the sight of something they do not understand.
fearing the unknown
constantly creating ways of keeping love undone.

if this is the sin,
then don’t expect me to atone.
watch me lay in bed with my lover,
to count the years between us like sheep.
have you ever wondered if maybe this is what helps us sleep?

they will point fingers at us,
whisper behind our backs
and nothing they can possibly say
will help me answer the question:

how could i love anyone else?

—  ageless

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Part Four

Jojen smiled as he watched you with Rikcon. You were still too shy to talk to anyone beside Jojen and Meera but you’d taken to following the youngest Stark off the path and listening intently to what he was saying.


Osha still didn’t trust you but appreciated that you were willing to help set traps and collect food and water, she’d even taught you how to start a fire. When He became exhausted before the group stopped for the night and would let himself wonder what your life together would have been like if he’d stayed at Greywater Watch, if you looked up at him he’d smile slightly but his thoughtful frown wouldn’t leave his face.


At night the Reed’s slept either side of you, Jojen’s arms holding you tightly as your breath fans across his neck. He’d often wake in the middle of the night and would lovingly trail his fingertips over your jawline and through your hair, finding that he would often be over powered by the way the moonlight kissed your skin, making it nearly impossible for his mind not to wonder.

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anonymous asked:

How would the SF, UF and US bros react to finding out that their S/O has a legit pet tiger? It's perfectly tame and super cuddly with people. How would they react to while they are babysitting it, it protectively lays on top of them (and doesn't let them up) and keeps licking their face until their S/O returns.

Mm. I’d love a nice pet tiger. I’ll stick with my villainous cats, though. They scratch me just as much as I imagine a tiger might accidentally do. I had no inspiration for Rus’. I don’t know why, but it bugged me >.<

     ~ Underfell
Sans (Red)

Red wasn’t sure why you never invited him over to your house. You’d been together long enough that it was actually sort of concerning. Did you not trust him? Was there something that you were hiding from him? Regardless of how many reasons ended up going through his head, he finally gets the courage to ask that you have a date at your house. It takes a bit of convincing, where you finally tell him that you have a pet at home you weren’t sure he would like.

“really, sweetheart? you’ve been this secretive over a pet?”

He wasn’t expecting a tiger. When he arrives and knocks on the door, you yell to let him know it’s open. He walks in on you tossing a piece of raw meat into the air for your pet tiger to catch. It does so with grace, only turning to Red once it finishes its treat. His eyelights have long since vanished, even as the tiger walks up and sniffs him. Red finally snaps out of it when you sit on the couch and it lays right on your lap. Yeah. Okay. Pet tiger. Right. You might want to give him a few minutes.

A couple weeks later, when you have to make a sudden trip, you end up asking Red to house and tiger sit. He’s completely against it at first, still viewing your “home cuddle buddy” as a vicious threat. Regardless, he would like the opportunity to get away from Edge… so he ends up accepting. The first few nights, Red spends him time actively avoiding the large cat. It even finds him hiding in the dryer at one point. Finally, while the thing is eating its dinner, Red gets his break and sits on the couch. A large slam of something against the front door has him starting to summon some Blasters. Before he can react, however, the tiger is suddenly on top of him, growling protectively with its teeth bared at the door. Once its silent for long enough, the tiger repositions itself and just keeps. licking. his. face. It won’t stop. Why won’t it stop.

You return the next day, one eyebrow raised at the sight before you. Your tiger appeared to have made a bed out of several of the blankets and its mattress. It was sleeping soundly, wrapped protectively around Red. If the thin sheen on his skull was any indication, he had fallen victim to your Tiger’s cleaning habits. Better take a picture or two for blackmail purposes.

Papyrus (Edge)

Forgetting to call Edge and let him know you can’t make a date since you got sick was probably the biggest mistake of your life. He slammed open the door to your room, calling out with concern in his voice. Any words fizzled out, however, when your tiger stood from its position beside you and started snarling at him. It took a few grumbled commands to get it to calm down and lay beside you again.


Yes, Edge. There is. It takes him a while to acclimate, but soon he’s all about caring for you, despite the confused glances to the beast. Finally, he admits how awesome he thinks it is and commends you on choosing such a fine creature to protect your home. also, where can he get one Regardless of how it goes, eventually you need to sleep. With no other option, you ask Edge to tiger sit for you while you rest.

He agrees in a heartbeat, ready to take your tiger to his own training ring and see what it knows. First, though, feeding time. While the tiger eats its meal, Edge just sits impatiently on the couch. Waiting. He hadn’t even realized it was done eating until it hopped onto the couch next to him and pushed him down so it could lay on top of him and lick his skull.


When you finally wake up, starting to feel a bit better, you go downstairs to check on your boyfriend and tiger. Edge is struggling against the tiger’s weight, attempting to get up. From how tired he’s looking, you assume he’s been at it for a while.


He’s gonna pout for a couple hours. also try to kidnap your tiger later

     ~ Underswap
Sans (Blue)

No one knows how, but Blue already knew. One day, he just showed up at your house for surprise tacos, letting himself happily in. On his way to the kitchen, he took a steak from one of his bags and tossed it to your lazing tiger. How did he know?! Blue admits that he was washing some of the clothes you had left at his place when he found a baggie with a bottle prescribed by a vet. Looking it up, he realized it was for specifically for tigers. It wasn’t that hard to figure out the rest. He was going to patiently wait for you to tell him, but he just couldn’t wait anymore.

After your surprise tacos, Blue starts going on and on about the cool things he wants to try with your tiger. You have to cut him off and remind him that you’ll be gone all day tomorrow, so he won’t be able to hang out with it. He thinks for a moment before suddenly brightening. “MWEH HEH HEH, DATEMATE! I HAVE THE BEST IDEA! I, THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, SHALL WATCH YOUR COMPANION WHILE YOU ARE AWAY! THAT WAY, IT WILL HAVE COMPANY AND I CAN HANG OUT WITH HIM. ITS A WIN WIN!” Yeah. Okay. Why not?

Once your gone the next morning, Blue attaches a leash to the tiger and goes for a run. He needs his exercise after all! Just as he turns a corner, the tiger lulling behind him, he runs into a few humans. The group pushes him away, immediately calling him names and asking how’s he going to apologize for so rudely running into them. As it gets worse, Blue not able to get a word in edgewise, tears start to spring in his eyes. The moment he sniffles, a roar is heard from just around the corner. Your tiger turns the corner, eyes narrowed and teeth bared. Yeah, those guys noped right out of there.

The tiger picks up the sniffling Blue by his scarf, careful not to rip the fabric, just like a mother would its cub before heading home. It waits patiently while Blue manages to shakily unlock the door. Once inside, the tiger lays Blue on it bed, plops on top of him, and licks the tears from his face, continuing to lick long after the tears have dried.

When you get home late that night, Blue is awake, leaning against the wall. One of your tiger’s legs is wrapped protectively around his legs while one of Blue’s hands scratches his head. He beams happily at you as you walk in. While he doesn’t really want to relive the experience, he’ll tell you all about what happened just so you can know just how amazing your pet truly is.

Papyrus (Stretch)

Stretch didn’t really care about what you were keeping from him. He had secrets of his own, so he certainly didn’t expect you to reveal all of yours right off the bat. Regardless, he was still curious.

He’s at home when someone knocks at the door, breaking him out of his thoughts for whatever project he was currently working on. A bit sluggishly, he realized that Blue wasn’t home and he had to answer the door himself. He headed downstairs and opened the door, mouth lifting in a lazy grin when he spotted you. You simply grinned sheepishly, holding your hands out in front of you like you were praying - revealing the leash in your hand - and asking him if he could do you a favor.

“anything for you, honey.” Oh, good. You were worried no one would be able to watch your pet tiger while you were gone. “pet… tiger?” His face goes blank as you tug on the leash, forcing the tiger to walk closer to you. “uh. right, tiger.”

You hand him the leash, bag of food, and a list of instructions, giving him a hug, kiss, and promise to make it up to him as you rush down the porch steps. He’s still staring after you long after you’ve gone. Meanwhile, the tiger pulls its leash from his limp hand and trots right into his house, making itself at home. After it wanders for a bit, Stretch snaps out of his confusion and just goes to lay on the couch because… wowie. You have a pet tiger.

As he’s laying there trying to make sense of everything, said tiger hops up and lays on his back. Stretch spends the next twenty or so minutes spinning around to he can face it. He’d teleport out of the situation, but he’s worried about what would happen to the tiger. The last thing he wants to do it hurt it. So, even as it starts to lick his face, he just lays there. oh no. its tongue just went in his eye socket

     ~ Swapfell
Sans (Black)

Ever since you two got together, Black has been pestering you about learning self defense, letting him set traps around your house, getting a weapon of some sort, and all sorts of other, strange things. It was your getting sick of his pestering that led to him finally meeting your pet.

You brought him to your house, him scolding you for the lack of traps - or the placement of well hidden ones - since you didn’t disarm any. He’s still berating you when you both walk through the front door and your tiger runs up to you. It carefully jumps, placing its front paws on your shoulders and happily licking your face. Black stares at in surprise before audibly squealing and moving to circle it. Your tiger blinks lazily at him, yawning when he does nothing.

It takes ten minutes of him checking the tiger out until he’s finally satisfied. Well, as satisfied as he can be. He goes to where you’re sitting on the couch, blinking in surprise and indignation when the tiger jumps up and lays across your lap, taking up any available space. Several moments go by before he finally voices his concerns, saying that he doubts that calm, docile creature could ever hurt anyone. You continually assure him that your tiger definitely could, it simply chooses not to.

A few days later, you call Black and ask if he can house and tiger sit so you can help a friend who was hospitalized. He agrees without much prompting, hoping to train your tiger to be a vicious killing machine. By the time he gets there, you’ve already left, leaving instructions on how to care for the tiger. Its when Black is getting ready for bed that the incident happens. A window shatters, a man climbing through. Black summons a few bones, getting ready to impale the robber. Before he can do anything, a roar rattles the house. Your tiger is instantly on top of the man. After roaring and snarling at him for a few minutes, it steps back. The robber immediately bolts. Once the man in definitely gone, the tiger walks over to Black. Without any hesitation, it lifts him by the neck and tosses him onto the couch before climbing on him. It licks his confused and indignant face, only pausing to focus on sounds coming from outside.

Black never mentions home protection again. Though he does show up with armor for your tiger that matches his. don’t mention the meat treats he always sneaks over too

Papyrus (Rus)

You were out and about when you got the call from a confused and vaguely frightened Rus asking about a tiger prowling about your house. Turns out he was planning on surprising his deity with a nice homemade dinner and a bubble bath. The tiger kind of through a wrench in his plans with its snarling and being suspicious of his presence.

So, with no other option, you headed home and introduced Rus and your tiger. Once seeing you treat him as your significant other, the tiger happily followed him around and laid with him on the couch. While hesitant at first, Rus soon fell in love with your tiger’s lazy personality. Some of his favorite moments were when the tiger laid over the two of you and all three napped on the couch.

A couple months later, something came up and you had to be away for a few hours. However, your tiger had been being particularly clingly, meaning that you felt bad leaving it alone. In the end, Rus agreed to tiger sit so you could handle your business. The tiger tried to tackle him the moment he arrived, causing him to teleport away. The game of cat and mouse, with Rus teleporting every time the tiger got too close for comfort, continued for nearly an hour. Eventually, with the tiger in your room, Rus teleported to the couch and collapsed. He was exhausted. Within moment, the tiger jumped onto him, laying down an dlicking his face.

It remained in that position long after he fell fell asleep and you got home. That game ended up becoming your tigers favorite. rus didn’t agree