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McCall Pack, Meet Riverdale Part 2

Summary: Your the sister of the late Allison Argent. Soon after her death your father, Chris Argent, Isaac Lahey and you move to France. Not long after you find yourself living with your Dad in his hometown. While Riverdale doesn’t have a supernatural mess, it sure does have a strange and mysterious murder.

Characters: daughter!reader x chris argent, reader x undetermined love interest, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, and Allison Argent (mentioned)

Words: 4507

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I do not own Riverdale OR the characters, the show is based the Archie Comics which I do not own either. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear.

Warnings: possible swearing, mention of death, mention of murder, angst. Angry reader and allusion to the murder of Jason Blossom.

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: Ask if you want to be removed or added! At the bottom.

A/N: I’ve completely fallen in love with Riverdale mainly because I grew up reading the comics. IT’S AMAZING! With that being said I will be taking requests for Riverdale!

This is to hold you guys over because Ash and I will be unavailable for a little way. I have tons of homework and I’m not at liberty to say what Ash is busy at!

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PART ONE

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“What the hell?” Archie exclaimed following the three of you. His friends trailed after him.

“Jesus christ.” You groaned rubbing your arm from where you had been manhandled. Scott smacked Stiles in the back of the head before he looked at you, “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Argent sent us.” Scott said, “Beacon Hills has trouble and we need your help.”

You were pushed back as a tall red head protectively stood in front of you with his arms crossed. To your horror Archie and his tag alongs had joined the group also causing Stiles to curse as he pointed a skinny finger as you.

“Please tell me that the Scooby-gang doesn’t know about the Nogistune.” Stiles hissed.

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A Very Good Girl (Roman Bürki)

a/n: skip this one if you’re not into dominant/rough sex kiddos

You weren’t even on the edge of your seat anymore, you were stooping down in front of it. Borussia was just put a goal ahead thanks to Dembele and the Allianz Arena was shaking. This win would mean so much more than going to the DFB Pokal Final, everyone who was a fan of Dortmund knew that. They deserved to win this match without a doubt.

Every time Arjen Robben got his feet on the ball, your heart would squeeze. How was he still so fast at his age? He got the ball in the box with five minutes left on the clock, and you swore your soul left your body. If he scored, the match surely was going to penalties. Luckily, fate had other plans.

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Peter Pevensie - House Sorting

Out of all of the Pevensie siblings, the Sorting Hat knew Peter was its easiest decision. He was chivalrous, brave, and honorable, qualities that fit the model Gryffindor. Peter could roar, if he only had the confidence to.

That was his issue his first year. Peter had spent his entire life caring for his siblings and protecting them from monsters under the bed and monsters in their heads. However, he never had somebody to protect him. Thus, his intense humility had made him into a shy boy, made stronger by the fact that for the first time in his life, he was all alone.

But, all lions roar, no matter how long it may take. A day before Halloween, Peter was walking towards his dormitory, when he saw a Ravenclaw first year quietly shuffle down the hall. Peter caught a flicker of red behind a stone pillar, and just then, a Gryffindor sixth-year jumped out, disguised as a werewolf, and screamed at the student. The reaction was obvious. The first year fell into tears, with the sixth-year beginning to laugh. Before he knew it, Peter was standing in front of the older student, yelling at him for potentially scarring the first year for life. The Gryffindor and the Ravenclaw were surprised, but Peter was the most shocked by the outburst. Since that day, Peter began a crusade to aid all the Hogwarts students that didn’t have anybody to defend them.

By his second year, Peter tried out for Chaser and got the position. Occasionally, he would drop by the dungeons and see Susan, but she seemed perfectly capable of handling herself. His crusade continued, only strengthening after Narnia. He became Quidditch captain, leading the team to victory as well as the House Cup in his last year. Peter was the golden boy, the star, the king. He was a lion, his roar the loudest.

Why is it that everyone that wants to establish their standing as an alpha male always engage in some suspect fuckery like eiffel towering they girls with they friends or engaging in some not so lowkey gay shit? You look alpha up on the search and most you get is 5 dicks in a bitch or niggas giving little pecks on their niggas lips. Nigga is this the animal kingdom? You can miss me with that gay shit under that hypermasculine façade, talking about being alpha like we in a safari possibly scouting big game and you the lion. Nigga I can see the glitter in your mane from here jus because you roar the loudest don’t diminish your questionable yet possibly on the down low fuckery. Fuck outta here.

3

Imagine Being Soulmates To Bruce And Tony

For My People

When you were born you had two voices in your head. You didn’t tell anyone. It wasn’t normal to have two voices let alone even one from birth.

Growing up you did all the research you could on soulmates. You found it was possible to block out the voices but you didn’t want to. They kept you safe all throughout childhood.

“Bright wanna touch” you whined looking at the bright flames on the stove. “I wouldn’t do that kid” a soft voice guided when you reached for the burner on the stove. “Want to” you giggled and reached up again. “I’d listen to him it’ll burn if you touch it” the second voice added. Frowning you stomped away from the stove.

That went on for a while you’d want to touch or do something and they’d somehow know that it was dangerous and tell you not too. Sometimes you felt you heard things you shouldn’t have heard though. Like the first voice mumbling about a girl named Betty and some formula. And the second groaning and swearing. You tried to ignore those things.

When you turned sixteen the loudest roars and screams would echoed in your head chasing killer head aches and making you worry endlessly about your soulmates. Later they assured you they were fine. But the screams still happened sometimes.

Turning eighteen you learn how to talk back and you start blocking out Tony’s loud sex. It kills you a little inside when you hear it but you figure they shouldn’t have to wait for you to grow up.

“Happy eighteenth kid!” the second voice, who’s now told you it’s Tony, congratulates. “Thank Tony” you say back. “Have you planned where you’re going to college?” the first voice, Bruce, asks. He was the one, you found out, causing the screams and roars. He refuses to tell you why. “Stark Memorial College in New York City it’s the best around and I got in” you reply. "Excuse us a moment (Y/N)” Bruce mutters and then they both block you out. It raises some alarms but you ignore it. “Sorry there honey Brucie just wanted to ask a question. So how are you going to celebrate…”

The rest of the day passed without incident. So did the passing months till you moved to New York in the Fall.

“STUDENTS EVACUATE THE SCIENCE COLLEGE NOW MAKE WAY TO YOUR DORMS UNLESS YOURE IN THE SOUTH WOMENS DORMS THEN GO TO THE NORTH WOMENS DORMS” a voice yells over the loud speaker. Your entire class looks up then start rapidly gathering their things. You’re a little scared but not by much it could be a drill. You calmly collect your things and get up.

Out of nowhere a loud bang echoes and glass starts raining down from the ceiling. Screams fill your ringing ears and everyone dashes for the exits. You stand shocked. The pain of glass cuts fades away.

Stark College is the safest one in the world this shouldn’t be happening. An even louder all to familiar roar, and so many screams, and alarms fill the room once the soundproof glass is broken. Looking up you see horrifying creatures, bullets, stray arrows, and blue beams flying through the air.

Desperate for something you unblock your soulmates to find them screaming in your head. You had them blocked because you didn’t need to hear their voices during a test.

“RUN (Y/N) JUST RUN!” Tony screeches. Bruce only deafeningly roars. “What’s happening?” you ask. “RUN!” p>

Like all the times before you obey his guidance and sprint towards the door. Tanning it open you see fires in the street cops and aliens everywhere.

“What’s going on?!” you say in your head and out loud. “Stay off the streets away from the guy I’m green and the aliens!” Tony yells and Bruce seconds with a roar. “O-okay” you reply and start running towards the nearest subway. Not seconds later you’re stopped by a man decked in green gold and black. He’s wearing a horned helmet and flying on some weird machine.

“I know you” he hisses and grabs your neck. Gasping for breath you claw at his hand and kick your legs.

“H-how?” you choke out.

“You’re the man of iron and monsters soulmate. Tell me pet did you ever bother to ask your soulmates last names?” the man inquires raising an eyebrow. Slowly it clicks into place. You got into a Stark College with a full ride easy, Bruce was angry when he found out, and the roars and screams were the hulk.

“Oh my god” you gasp.

“Foolish girl” the man growls out and starts up the flying machine. He holds you on it by your neck pressing you against the controls while flying through the air. The height and speed make you feel sick and dizzy. You don’t dare look down in fear of seeing the damage and the bodies.

“Help me help me please” you beg in your mind. Oh my god does he have you?!“ Tony exclaims. "YES!” you say. “I’m coming (Y/N) I will get you safe” Tony vows.

The mans path changes and jerks following a red haired women somehow flying one of these things. You struggle and jerk but this guys strength wins out on you. You feel so helpless. Suddenly the man catches a beeping arrow. You’re eyes widen and zero in on the red beeping at the end of the arrow. It’s a bomb.

A scream tears out of your throat when it goes off spreading fire on your clothes and hurling your body into Stark Tower. You crash through windows and land on the ground. Every nerve on your body burns but you force yourself to roll till your clothes go out then you just lie consumed in pain.

The building shakes and you hear the sound of more glass breaking. Scared of further damage to your body you force yourself to look up and look around. The Hulk walks in and your breath catches. Silently you claw your way behind a bar and watch the scene unfold. The Hulk beats the shit out of Loki then looks around curiously. You let out a timid cough and gasp for breath to let him know where you are. You can’t see him hurting you. Bruce is still there somewhere. Hulk huffs and actually carefully walks over to you.

“(Y/N) okay?” he booms. You look down at your burnt skin and blood on the floor. Where’s it’s coming from you’re not sure. You’re light headed and dizzy on top of that and you’re just in pain.

“No” you answer honestly. Hulk ankles a whining noise and gently picks you up. When he does it sends shoots of pain all around and you groan. Hulk carries you over to a couch and sets you down softly. He makes a motion with his hands for you to stay, gives Loki one more lunch into the floor and stomps out.

“Puny god.”

You manage a smile before slipping into darkness. When you wake up Tony and Bruce are waiting. They start spewing apologies and you silence them all with kisses. You can live with getting a little banged up to meet the voices that have been arguing in your head your entire life.

There are myths
about girls with flowers in their hair
and blood on their hands

there are myths
about girls with the prettiest smiles
that bare the sharpest teeth

there are myths
about girls walking barefoot through grass
with arrows and knives in their hands

there are myths
about girls humming the sweetest melodies
and roaring the loudest war cries

there are myths
about girls that bring healing and life
and destruction and death

there are myths
about girls
who will never be forgotten.

—  There are myths (they are so much more than just stories told around the fire)
2

I used to say- what boy will ever want me? I’m fat, black, ugly, loud- basically everything was wrong with me. And then one time I wore leggings and I was like - these are comfortable, I don’t care if my thighs look humongous I am comfortable. I used to think that white girl is prettier than me and so is that one and so is that one and so is- and then I realized that it wasn’t s competition, and black didn’t mean losing. I used to think I had to be prettier than all the other white girls and then prettier than all the other black girls, which I wasn’t. My face was too fat, and I had acne and awful eyebrows and I was so fat and my hair wasn’t perfect- and then I just did the best I could. I tried with my makeup and dressed how I wanted and I felt better. I used to be embarrassed of my laugh, my sneeze, my opinions, my voice- but then I realized I must speak my mind. You could be 500+ pounds, the darkest you can imagine, the ugliest you could imagine, and have the loudest roar possible- and someone, a good someone, the best someone will fall in love with it. Because your body, your vessel is not a reflection of what’s inside- and the kind of boy I want to be with- he will know that.

everyday i screamed at them “why don’t i matter?”. i screamed my loudest, i roared until my throat swelled, and they still didn’t hear me. the people i loved dearly didn’t even want me to be there. they didn’t hate me, they just didn’t think my presence was useful. that killed me the most.
—  #36 excerpt of a book i’ll never write.
My Angel

A/N: So I kinda fell in love with this prompt the moment I read it! Sorry it took so long to get out. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you like it! I’ve never written a sad oneshot before, since I usually lean towards the fluffy side of things, so I’m really nervous as to how it turned out. Let me know what you guys think! 

Enjoy. x

NO!!!”

His voice boomed across the lacrosse field, terror and dread filling his eyes as he saw his worst nightmare come to life. It felt like it was all happening in slow motion. The Mute’s pick ax flew straight into her chest, right above her heart. She dropped to her knees, her eyes wide with pain. The rest of the pack gasped audibly, Kira and Malia both stunned into silence. The Mute looked up at them all, raising a gloved finger to his nonexistent lips and turned to walk away. With an anguished howl, Derek ran at full speed towards the Mute, but once he reached him, the Mute had vanished. He immediately turned back towards his fallen mate, watching as Stiles propped her head on his lap. 

“No, no. Please not her. Anyone but her.” 

His whispers were heard by everyone as he kneeled next to her, taking her from Stiles’s grasp. She let out a blood filled cough and looked up at Derek, her face sickly pale. Her eyes were barely focusing as Death’s cold grasp slowly pulled her away from him. Derek, who could no longer hold back his tears, brushed some of her hair away from her beautifully shaped face. 

“You can’t do this. Please don’t leave me. Not like this.” 

His voice was cracking, his body racking with unshed sobs. She looked back at him, managing a small smile, wincing in discomfort as she did so. “I’m sorry.…I wasn’t…fast…enough.” She rasped as pain ripped though her chest with every breath. A single tear fell down her cheek as she fought to hold on to life just a little bit longer. Derek shook his head angrily, refusing to believe that this would be their final farewell. 

“No, don’t you dare. Don’t you say that. This isn’t goodbye. Please.” Derek’s voice was hoarse and the rest of the pack was in tormented shock. How could someone so loved and so kind be given a fate such as this? She smiled sadly at him once more, using her last bit of force to reach up and cup Derek’s cheek in her hand. “I love you, Derek Hale.” His lip quivered at her words and he knew that their time together was drawing to a close.

“I love you too, my Angel.” He whispered, pulling her close. Her eyes fell closed after his confession, loosing her battle against Death. Derek called out to her, gently shaking her, refusing to believe that the light of his life had suddenly gone out. This wasn’t right. This was never supposed to happen. She should have listened to him and stayed at the loft. But she was stubborn, a quality that he had secretly loved about her, and argued that she wanted to fight the Mute along side him, to protect him during his moment of weakness. He knew that he wouldn’t have been able to protect her, not without his werewolf abilities, but she was relentless and he caved. 

“I don’t care what you say, Hale. I’m not staying here and that’s final.” 

Derek rolled his eyes at her idiocy and turned to face her. What part of ‘I CAN’T PROTECT YOU’ do you not grasp? This is the one chance we have at killing the Mute and I don’t want to be distracted, worrying about your safety.”

She scoffed at him, crossing her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow at him. If the circumstances were different, Derek would have found himself extremely aroused by the sight of his defiant mate in her tight jeans, tank, and black leather jacket. But this was no laughing matter. 

“And what part of ‘I’M NOT LETTING YOU GO AFTER THIS THING ALONE’ do you not comprehend? Derek Hale, you’re going into a fight with a supernatural creature with no “wolfy” powers, as Stiles likes to call them, and you honestly expect me to stay here, waiting anxiously for your return? Did you forget that I’m a kick ass Beta, who, may I remind you, has kicked your ridiculously hot ass a countless number of times during practice?” 

She smirked at him as he rolled his eyes again, moving away from the door and walking towards him. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. 

“I can handle this. And I’m not letting you go alone.”

Derek sighed, realizing that he was fighting a lost cause. 

“But what if you get hurt again? You’re still healing from our last encounter with the Berzerkers. You’re not going to be fast enough to run away from that…thing if it goes after you.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and feeling the warmth of her body against his. 

“There’s a reason why I’m worth 25 Mill on that deadpool, Derek. They know I’m not a weakling and I promise I’ll be fast enough to out run it if something happens. So please, let me protect you for once.” She reached up and placed her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers behind his head. Derek sighed again, this time more dramatically, and placed his forehead against hers. 

“Fine. But one sign of you injured and I’m pulling you out of the fight, got it?” She squealed in excitement and smiled up at him. She gave him a mock salute. 

“Aye, aye, Captain.” 

She giggled as he squeezed her sides playfully and leaned in for a kiss. She pulled away and grabbed his hand, ready to go and meet up with the others. 

“You so owe me for this.” Derek groaned, pouting like a child. She gave him a wink and went in to peck his cheek. 

“Don’t you worry. I’ve got something special planned for tonight.” And with a quick, sensual kiss, she pulled away from him and went out the loft doors, leaving a stunned Derek in her wake. He shook his head at her from behind, and followed behind her, grabbing his jacket before shutting the loft door behind him. 

Thinking back to their earlier encounter, Derek’s heart broke into a million pieces as he realized that he will never be able to hold her in his arms again. 

He will never be able to see her beautiful eyes sparkle with mischief whenever she had a clever idea. 

Nor will he be able to hear her beautiful giggle, his favorite sound in the world. 

Derek Hale has just lost the person who he loved more than life itself, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

Before realizing what he was doing, Derek looked up at the sky and let out the loudest roar that the pack had ever heard. All of his anguish, sorrow, and anger could be felt through the noise. He continued to roar until his voice gave out, looking back down and sobbing. Stiles, who held a sobbing Malia in his arms, rubbed his eyes as he sniffled, unable to stop his tears. His heart, like Derek’s, was broken. She was his best female friend. Stiles loved her like a sister, and felt like his whole world was shutting down. First his mom, then Allison, and now her. Scott held Kira as they both cried for their friend. 

Derek looked up at them, his eyes suddenly stone cold. 

No. They wouldn’t get away with this. 

The Mute. The Benefactor. The Calaveras. Kate Argent. Who ever did this would pay. 

“They’re going to pay. All of them. I don’t care who, but they’ll all pay for this.” Derek’s voice was gravely and full of promise.

“Wait up man. Derek. You can’t just go after them. We don’t even know who the benefactor is!” Scott tried to talk some sense into his friend. Derek looked up at him, and if he still had his powers, Stiles was sure that his eyes would be a piercing, ice cold blue. 

“I DON’T CARE! They took her away from me, they, they…” His voice cracked with emotion and he looked down at her again, his heart ripping apart. 

“She wouldn’t want you to do this. You know that. She wouldn’t want you running into something blind and getting yourself killed. What good would that be, huh? She want’s you to live! Why do you think she came out here? She wanted to protect you, and she did an amazing job. Derek, she loved you just as much as you loved her, and if you go and so something stupid, you know she would never forgive you.” 

Derek let Stiles’s words sink in, realizing the truth in his monologue. He was right. He couldn’t just jump the gun, especially with no powers. He would only get himself hurt, or killed, and that would defeat the entire purpose of her reasoning to be there tonight. 

“Fine. But then we avenge her. I won’t let her death be in vain. This is going to end, and this is going to end now. We’re gonna make our own list. Everyone who wants to assassin us will be on our own deadpool and we’ll get rid of them, one by one. She will be avenged.”

Derek cleared his throat and looked up at his pack. Each of their faces was full of sorrow, but there was something else. They were all determined to do whatever it takes to avenge their friends death. They all nodded at each other, agreeing to their silent pact. It was now or never. 

“I love you, my Angel. Rest in Peace.”

sarada overhearing one day how sasuke never got to experience a proper childhood, bc he had to grow up fast. so one day when sasuke is tired after a grueling mission, she comes up to him dressed as a tiny t-rex, to which he is at first a bit annoyed about bc he is tired. so she hands him a bag, and there’s a t-rex suit in it just for him. she tells him that just bc he had to grow up fast doesn’t mean he can’t still not enjoy playing just like a kid, and so they both dress up and play around the house wrecking stuff up. and when sakura gets home sarada just yells out ‘mama can be the meteorite that ended the dinosaurs! punch the floor mama! we will survive bc we’re strong!“

4

“Where is the one they call Dragonborn?”

The demands thundered through the near deserted streets, as those brave enough to venture outside looked nervously to the source of the unrest in the square. Men, dressed in thick hides fashioned like warrior monks and donning hideous bone masks the image of tentacled nightmares, prowled the center of the city in challenge. They called over and over for the self-proclaimed Dragonborn, whose lies they swore to dispel and free the people of Skyrim from. Few of the citizens came forward to defend a man they considered a guardian of Skyrim and Falkreath, but all were viciously berated and shoved aside.

“We shall expose the falseness already taken root in the hearts of these people, by tearing out the deceiver’s!” the loudest one roared and raised his fist to the sky.

“Now, see, I have a problem with that.”

The expressions of the citizens became elated, some even reveling in what was sure to be a coming vengeance, as they made way for the man calmly advancing. The agitators seemed thrown, clearly they had not been expecting a towering half-Nord, clad in heavy armor and hefting a heavy two-handed sword over his shoulder, to answer their calls.

Still, they would not be deterred.

“Are you here on behalf of the deceiver? The one they call Dragonborn?”

“No,” Alfred replied, rolling his shoulders and neck. “But something tells me you looking for the wrong guy. There aren’t any false Dragonborn in Falkreath.

I suggest you leave.“

1. I miss you everywhere. On my lips, between my thighs, the emptiness surrounding my fingers. My shoulder blades ache for your back against them, your chest to my chin, they all feel your absence like a sharp pain. It recedes in the daylight but roars loudest right before I fall asleep, always thinking of you.

2. I walk around like a spectre, haunting those places we visited in my mind, wondering if they’re any different than they were months that feel like years ago.

3. I feel like a a drunken slob trying to pick up a lucky penny off the floor: repeating myself and begging for the mercy to change a penny into a dime.

4. I went to happy hour with my co-workers today, one of which I have a crush on, only to find out a crush is good for sipping but I wish to drink you in like champagne stars, hurriedly and ecstatic. I find out he’s nothing like you. And that’s a problem for me because not even a xerox copy would do the trick, how could he compete?

5. My laughter feels like an old sitcom laugh track. Heard that before, they think, a weak smile slathered on their faces. I haven’t laughed without being reminded of you since I was with you. So really, I haven’t laughed at all.

6. I would beg for you, if it meant anything. But that would be like screaming at a fallen wall: pointless. The looks I’d get alone are debilitating. Still, I try until my knees ache with pity. I’ll never get used to the feeling of breathing without you.

—  A Drunken Love Letter — breathless

anonymous asked:

One time, me and my ex were doing the dew, and after I finished, she did the fucking loudest fuckin death metal roar and she looked like the undertaker with her eyes all rolled back, and I was never more afraid in my life

ID LEAVE FIDKDYSK

Quincy airline stewards


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We’ve already imagined how Bleach captains, visored, and lieutenants would act if they worked as airline stewards. Next up - the Quincy! If they lived different lives as airline stewards, what would they be like? 


1. Askin: Avoids any actual work if at all possible

Rather than offering people drinks, he lounges at the back of the plane until somebody presses the call button. Multiple times.

Askin: If they *really* want something, they’ll press the button more than once.


2. Giselle: Exclusively works on red-eye flights

She likes it when all of the passengers are dead-eyed zombies.

Giselle: Makes me feel in control!


3. Haschwalth: Exclusively works on tiny planes

Have you ever flown on a tiny plane? I have. They sometimes make people change seats because the plane can’t take off unless the weight is distributed evenly.

Haschwalth: It is all about balance.


4. Jerome: Gives the world’s loudest safety speech

He’s the Roar guy. And he’s really good at making people pay attention. By screaming at them.

Jerome: IN THE EVENT OF A WATER LANDING YOUR SEAT CAN BE USED AS A FLOTATION DEVICE


5. Mask de Masculine: Tells a lot of corny jokes

For which he demands applause. 

Mask: We don’t anticipate a change in cabin pressure, but if we do, you’ll be lucky enough to wear a mask like me!!

Passengers: [silence]

Mask: Better hold up the “Applause” sign again, James!


6. Candice: Is not comforting when the weather outside is bad

When the turbulence is bad because of the weather outside, some people seek comfort with Candice. They should not. 

Candice: Storms are the strongest force on earth.

Candice: Probably the plane doesn’t stand a chance.

Candice: ESPECIALLY if there’s thunder!


7. Bazz-B: Keeps serving the wrong rows

He’s not content with serving only the half of the plane he’s supposed to serve. Not when the other half seems more interesting.

Bazz-B: I like your hair, dude.

Bazz-B: Can I offer you a drink?

Cang Du: THAT’S MY ROW, BAZZ-B


8. Cang Du: Is strict about row division

He serves his rows. And nobody else can have them.

Cang Du: The head steward SAID I got the front half of the plane, Bazz-B.

Bazz-B: I still say “first come, first serve” is a better rule.


9. As Nodt: Worries about the passengers who have an empty seat next to them

He tends to spend his off moments sitting down in the empty seats.

As Nodt: You seemed lonely.

As Nodt: I am here.


10. Lille: Is immune to turbulence

When the plane is shaking, Lille does not return to his seat. He shows off how straight he can walk, no matter the turbulence.

Lille: No matter the obstacles, I can always stay on the X-axis of the plane.


11. PePe: Plays matchmaker

But only, weirdly enough, with strangers who clearly dislike each other.

PePe: I heard you muttering about the “dick in front of me who keeps reclining his seat too far.”

PePe: And I know that people only fight because of love!

PePe: Want me to get his number for you?


12. Ishida: Adds a cape to his steward uniform

He knows it makes him look better.

Ishida: And since small children keep grabbing it with sticky hands, I have plenty of spares!


13. Bambietta: Is “helpful” if luggage won’t fit

Sometimes people try to jam in a bag that is clearly too large. Bambietta is there for people like that.

Bambietta: It’ll fit if we cut the bag in half.

Bambietta: Unless, of course, you’re just wasting my time here?

Bambietta: I wouldn’t recommend that.


14. Meninas: Is helpful with heavy bags

And sometimes people with weak arms (like me) can’t actually lift their bag into the overhead compartment. Meninas is there for people like that.

Meninas: I will get that for you.

BLG: D-do you have to do it with just one finger??

BLG: I already feel bad!


15. Liltotto: Is brutally honest about airplane food

She’s tasted it all. She knows the score.

Liltotto: Good day, ma'am. Can I offer you some over-salted cardboard-like peanuts or some vaguely stale pretzels?

Liltotto: You can buy some bland chicken with weird chewy bits.

Passenger: …

Passenger: I’ll just take the booze.

Liltotto: Excellent choice.

Safe and Sound {Michael}

[[Michael comforts you during a thunderstorm]] 

You lay there in bed with the covers tucked right up to your chin. You watched as the lightning and thunder continued on, only getting worse. You had always been terrified of thunderstorms and this one was probably one of the worst ones you’ve ever seen. You looked over to see your boyfriend, Michael, fast asleep. You had insisted that he sleep over because you didn’t want him driving home in the storm. You wondered how he could look so peaceful while the weather was anything but. You reached out your hand to slide a piece of hair off of his face, careful not to wake him. You carefully slid his arm off from around your waist and got up with all the courage in your body to go and grab a glass of water. As you walked downstairs, you turned on every light that you could reach while doing so. You grabbed a cup from the cabinet and headed over to the fridge. Right as you were about to open it, a bolt of lightning came down and seconds later all the lights flickered off along with a roar of thunder that managed to violently shake your whole house. You let out a shriek and dropped your cup. You didn’t realize how loud your scream was until you heard Michael calling your name.

“Are you alright?!” He asked groggily as he came into the kitchen, using his phone as a light to guide him. He looked up to see you frozen there in the middle of the room. As soon as he was in the kitchen, you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his chest. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked confused as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“…I hate thunderstorms…” was all you managed to say to him. 

“It’s alright, i’m here now. C’mon, let’s go back to bed.” He said as he intertwined your fingers with his and lead you back to the bedroom. You both crawled into bed, once again, tucking the covers up to your chin. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. He placed a kiss on the back of your neck and then rested his head back onto his pillow. You both laid there for a few minutes, only the sound of the rain could be heard. Then the loudest bang of thunder roared throughout the house, making the whole house shake and a lightning bolt coming down with it. You whimpered as you turned around and buried your face into his chest. You breathed in the scent of him, instantly calming you down already. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe with me.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you tighter and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You listened to his heartbeat as the rain continued to pound on the roof of the house. He rubbed your back and began to softly hum one of his songs. The sound of his voice against the constant noise of the rain calmed you and you were asleep within minutes