must have been entertaining to watch

anonymous asked:

do you know any good altean!lance and galra!keith fics??

ohhhkayyy, god damn, like tumblr crashed on me as I was like 3 fics away from finishing this so I had to like start all over, like rip me.

and, I don’t have many altean lance fics so most of this is galra Keith and pretty much all angsty. I tried to find some less angsty ones, I don’t know how well I succeeded xD.

Note: I’ll be starting weekly fic recs in April. just and fyi~

Warmth by Rahar_Moonfire

Summary: Lance is Allura’s younger brother. During the mission to retrieve the Red Lion from Galra hands, he gets captured. His guard is a curious Galra halfbreed named Keith who may just be his ticket to freedom. He’s a bit small for an alpha, but Lance is sure he can handle it. A little flirting never hurt anyone after all. The fact Keith is good looking for a Galra and those ears wiggle (so cute!) doesn’t influence this decision. Nope. Not one bit.
Series: 4 Works
            Work 1 WC: 61497 (19/19)
            Work 2 WC: 111883 (32/32)
            Work 3 WC: 133875 (42/42)
            Work 4 WC: 71480 (21/?)
Notes: THIS IS LIKE THE ONLY FIC I HAVE WITH ALTEAN!LANCE AND GALRA!KEITH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. gahgldfkjhsa;d, ok so this is just an amazing series, some nsfw tossed in btw, youve been wared. but over all, i just love this series so much and i need to like catch really bad… i didnt know work3 or 4 even existed… >.< 11/10

Echoes of the Past by Gigapoodle

Summary: It was his fault. He shouldn’t have retreated – he should have ran after them, Galra forces be damned, and ripped the red paladin right out of his weaponized hands, shooting the commander dead on the spot.But he hadn’t. Lance stood there, frozen with adrenaline and fear, before backing out with tears in his eyes, justifying it to himself by saying, ‘he won’t get far, we can easily get him back once I have Voltron with me.’He’d forgotten they didn’t have Voltron. He’d forgotten that without Keith, Voltron was nothing.Keith is Galra. Keith is gone. Keith is Galra. Keith is gone.
WC: 28197
Notes: -hands over some tissues- here you will need these. 100/10

I Was Born A Lion by spectralPhobia

Summary: After Keith discovers he is part Galra and Red lion rejects him, there’s only one way he can make himself useful: to join Galra and try to wreck them from the inside, while figuring out a relationship with a guy who turns out to be his biological father.
A comic about one stubborn man’s self-discovery, the challenges of spying, everyone in team Voltron being BAMF, and the universe that needs saving, as usual.
WC: comic, so no words counted by AO3 (11/?)
Notes: Galra Keith because Thace is some kinda of scientist? Uhm yes please. 10/10

your claws in me by burlesquecomposer

Summary: “Oh trust me. When I’m done with you, I won’t be able to stop laughing,” Lance says lowly, and his lips curl farther, and there’s something wild in his stare, and it hits Keith suddenly.This isn’t Lance.
Lance falls under the control of Zarkon’s Druids, and although his friends manage to get him back, nothing is quite the same. Maybe the Galra succeeded after all. Maybe the Galra merely wanted to tear Team Voltron apart from the inside.
WC: 49072 (12/12)
Notes: Rip Lance tbh, this is like really angsty and my heart breaks for Lance. but yes, galra keith is there to save the day~ 10/10

This House Unfinished by boyghosts

Summary: “Concept,” Lance said, his voice heavy and gutted with the ache of it; he caught Keith’s gaze and smiled wide, for show. “The war’s over. We’re back home. All the things we love in one place.”Lance keeps losing the things he’s built. Then there’s Keith.
WC: 30776
Notes: -cackles- have some tissues my friend 100/10

Dancing Lion, Painted Wings by genericfanatic

Summary: Years after peace has been made between the Galran and Altean kingdoms, The witch Haggar comes for vengeance. The young symbol of peace, the half-galran, half-altean Prince Kalor is lost. His aunt, Princess Allura, and his bodyguard, Shiro, are heartbroken.10 years later, an orphan named Keith sets out on his own, trying to find the key to his past. All he has to help him is a small figurine with a cryptic message, a friendly engineer, a technician and her friendly robot, and a cocky con man with a mysterious, yet familiar past.
WC: 35154 (14/14)
Notes: the anastasia au everyone talks about. and like galtean keith gives me life, but conman Lance gives me more. 10/10

It Takes a Village by Zemmiphobia

Summary: One decision by an injured soldier changes not only the fate of the universe, but the fate of her young son.
WC: 18010 (6/6)
Notes: Smol Keith is like my fav, hes so cute in this. and Ulaz being a dad just heals my heart, like bless. 11/10

Ashes, Ashes by vagrantBreath

Summary: Everyone knew their kitten was destined for something greater.No one guessed it was Voltron.
WC: 26639 (20/20)
Notes: Keith raised by the BoM technically makes him Galra right? xD Hahah no, he does have ties, but yeah i love this, hes a sheltered little shit and its great. 9/10

Purple Marks and Bleeding Heart by TeaParade

Summary: Mark #223-code-violet, Lance’s newest job, is not what the sniper signed up for when he joined team Voltron, a specialist group designed to take out the universe’s worst of the worst. This mark shouldn’t be any different from the other Galra, but he is. And Lance is having a very hard time.
WC: 52377 (12/?)
Notes: Sniper Lance and Galra Keith. literally one of my fav pairings. like straight up (tho nothing about this is straight in any sense really) 11/10

To See Blue Skies by BoyBitingDemon

Summary: He scoffed as he watched the fight below, the crowds going wild at the two fighters in the arena. They had such poor taste for entertainment these days.He heard a small sound of amusement from the one sitting next to his standing form, ever vigilant.“As if you were any better your first time in the arena.” They murmured under their breath, a small smile sneaking onto their face, pupiless gold eyes focused on the fight below, but their attention solely on the person standing guard next to him.“I must have have been somewhat impressive to catch the eyes of a certain prince now wasn’t I?"The prince snuck a glance towards the taller, whose face was hidden behind the helmet they wore."You caught a lot more than just my eye that’s for sure.”
WC: 5947 (4/?)
Notes: i,, just love this fic? Like Galra Prince Keith and Champion Lance, you can’t really get much better than this. 10/10

If Only I Could Cry TheSlytherinMudblood

Summary: Galra biology differs from human biology in many ways. For example, Galra are purple. They have yellow eyes. The mammalian ones are able to purr.They also lack tear ducts.
WC: 586
Notes: this is short and sweet (read angsty sorry not sorry) 8/10

The Master of Disguise by NireYllek

Summary: “Wait, what that doesn’t make any sense.” Hunk protested.Pidge shook her head with a tsk. “It does if one of us is disguised as Allura.”Pidge flashed a smirk in Lance’s direction. “I’m sorry, why are you looking at me?” Lance protested. Something in Keith’s brain clicked, he looked at Lance and then at the Princess.Put a little make up on him, a wig, and a dress and he could- OH my god.
WC: 33596 (6/6)
Notes: Tbh, this made me giggle so much. Lance dressed as Allura and Keith and his gay awakening™ just give me life ok. 10/10

Farewell, Pretty Little Liars.

Today is the day that we must finally say goodbye to Pretty Little Liars. With its never-ending theories and constant renewals, the PLL endgame always seemed like an intangible, abstract and theoretical concept that is just so far away, that it will simply never come. It feels so surreal to say that today is that day, which again, over the years, was never in sight. I thought watching Pretty Little Liars would just be some light, weekly, background entertainment. On June 8 2010, I did not truly know what crazy rollercoaster I had stumbled upon. Through numerous ups and downs, these past 7 years have certainly been unforgettable. If you told me seven years ago that a television show will have such a positive impact on my life, I would have laughed at you and called you dramatic. Tell me that today, and I’ll smile in appreciation at the positive influence and power a television show can bestow upon its viewers.

Not every show makes it to seven seasons, particularly mystery shows. Seven years is a long time. I started watching this show when I was 13, and I am now 19. (I realise I am probably very young in comparison to most other PLL fans!) Just to visually see this: Pretty Little Liars was with me while I was 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19. These are arguably some of the most important years of one’s life. As I grew, PLL grew too, in a literal sense, as we got a time jump where the characters matured, but also in figurative sense, since the stories gradually shifted from being high-school oriented to dark and twisted themed through a demented dollhouse and a psychologically straining board game. All while PLL was on the air, I graduated from primary school and high school, started university, got my driver’s license, my first job, credit card, car, gone overseas by myself, and made life-long friendships. Achieving all that never was easy, but it was made easier by PLL. If I ever struggled in my personal development, I always had PLL to fall back upon for psychological stability and security, aside from general entertainment. A part of me sees the end of PLL as if the training wheels are coming off my bike: for 7 years, I was learning how to become a young man, and now that I finally am one, I no longer need this safety rock that is PLL in order to continue developing.

This long, personal post is dedicated to me and my seven-year relationship with Pretty Little Liars.

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Travis Manawa was too damn good for his own show.

Travis Manawa was visibly, verbally, and proudly Māori. But while that was an important part of his character, it was not the only part. He was kind, pragmatic, forgiving, and even through all the bad treatment he received from his son, he stuck with him because he was a good and protective father. He was optimistic that even in the apocalypse there was still good in people. While this was originally plain naïveté, he evolved to learn that he could remain optimistic that they could find peace somewhere, without holding onto unrealistic hope that everything would go back to the way it would. And he almost always made his decisions thinking about them long-term. 

But none of that mattered in the last episode. The only thing that mattered was that he was not white.

Travis Manawa was separated from his family, weighed and measured and assigned a number (sound familiar?) and locked in a small room with a bunch of other nonwhite people awaiting scientific experimentation. After a failed escape attempt, they threw him in a pit with walkers to watch him fight/inevitably die for their entertainment. And throughout the whole episode, the white army men mocked Travis and his ethnicity. (Which all through he remained strong about, and even used a common troupe to his advantage in the attempted escape.)
Then at the last minute, he takes a bullet to the neck inside a getaway helicopter, and throws himself out, leaving Alicia looking down at her bloody hands. 

That’s Travis Manawa’s sendoff.

But all the fandom cares about is how horrific that must have been for Alecia. How “they’re trying to break Alecia.” The franchise’s only Indigenous character was killed off as a plot device for the white girl, and the fandom eats it up.

Anyway I’m done with the show, but I would not be surprised if now they go and try to write a Redemption Arc for the racist army guy, like they did with Daryl’s brother in TWD. It would certainly fit their pattern. I already also had the pleasure of seeing people talk about how hot he was. //vomits

Submitted by lyd-ia

Guardian Angel

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Hoseok/J-hope X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do something where reader is an agent of some kind and she is supposed to be a bodyguard for a specific person (jimin or hoseok plz) and then there was an attack of some kind and then she protects them but not without getting like seriously hurt in the process. And maybe they had also grown close and fond of each other?

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

It was the day of the boy’s biggest concert and you were ordered to direct them through the airport safely. Everyone kept telling you that it would be a bad idea to become a body guard due to your gender but you weren’t one to listen. It was sexist to think that you couldn’t do as good or better of a job than any of the male staff could. You had been working with Bangtan for a while but never spared much conversation since you were usually involved in high stress situations but you didn’t mind. They were all very sweet to the staff members and you really had no complaints to be made.

As per usual, you walked over to the opening of their plane, waiting to escort the member you were assigned to you. Hoseok comes off the plane with a huge, contagious smile on his face.

“Good morning, Hoseok”

You couldn’t help but give back a smile.

“Good Morning, Y/N. Did you get a chance to eat this morning? It’s really early for you to be out here.”

You nodded, lying.

“Yeah, i’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m more worried about you. We do this pretty often but some of those girls are rough..i’m surprised they call themselves fans when they treat you like that.”

He gave a shrug, walking along side of you. You could see why all these fans were obsessed with them, looking as gorgeous as they did and being as sweet as they were. You wondered if you would would be a fan if you weren’t working along side of them.

“I’m sure they mean well..” He said, sighing. You could tell it bothered him but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. There would always be those sort of crazy people out there and he knew it came with their sudden popularity. Nonetheless you stayed close to him as you approached the uproar of fans. There were cameras flashing everywhere, fans already screaming, and people pushing to get closer all around. You kept a distance between you and Hoseok but made sure nobody went past your arms.

“Jhope! Look over here!” fans called.

He glanced down at you a few times to check on you and when you made eye contact he gave another warm smile. As the end of the airport walk was approaching you stopped the group of members at the road, looking for the van that was supposed to pick them up. You searched around for it when you didn’t see it in sight and one of the fans shoved you out of the way to get a picture, plunging you into the road. You knees scraped the concrete under you and all you could remember was the headlights of an oncoming car with the sounds of gasps and screams from the sidelines. 

The warm feeling covering your hand was the next thing you noticed, your eyes still closed as you moved around in the bed. Voices could be heard but you weren’t even paying attention, squeezing the hand of the person holding yours.

“She’s awake!” Hoseok yelled at the nurse who rushed out of the hospital room. 

You winced at how bright the lights were, looking around.

“…Hoseok..? Why am-ow, ow, ow.” The sharp pain of your side took over your will to speak. 

“Please don’t move. The doctor said you broke 2 of your ribs when the car hit you.” 

The look of sheer worry in his eyes made you feel guilty for letting this happen in the first place. Although when you realized you were still holding his hand you pulled yours away.

“I’m okay, It just hurts to sit up. Shouldn’t you be at rehearsal for tonight?”

“I told them I wasn’t leaving your side until I knew you were okay. You got hurt because of me….”

“Hoseok that’s not your fault, I was doing my job-”

“Why do you do it?” Hoseok blurted. 

“Do what?”

“Choose to protect us. I don’t like seeing you get hurt even if it is for us.”

You let out a sigh, knowing where this was going.

“Because I care about you guys. When I met you guys for the first time I thought you were all politer than the other celebrities I worked with. You were all so passionate about work and it was admirable. If I could do anything to help you guys I wanted to be there for it even if we don’t even have conversations. In a weird way you guys motivated me to do even better.”

He let a small smile show but he still didn’t like seeing you do this to yourself. 

“Maybe you could stick by our side without getting hurt?”

“I can’t be a stylist. I’m awful at that sort of thing, you already have a manager, and plus I’m fine where I am now. I’m happy doing this.”

Hoseok nodded, not trying to convince you to quit.

“I feel bad though. All of you know so much about us but we don’t get the time to get to know you. Since i’m here you can tell me more about yourself Y/N. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You immediately started to blush.

“W-why is that your first question? No, I don’t.”

He smirked, seeing you get flustered. He sat closer to the bed, leaning his elbow on the side next to your arm. 

“Aw why not? You’re pretty, strong, protective, and going off the minor conversations we’ve had you’re really smart. Is work too much for you?”

“…I just don’t have one…right now..” You said, quietly.

He burst out laughing.

“I’m just teasing you, Y/N. But you are all of those things.”

Hearing the compliments from him made your face feel hot but you couldn’t help but be a bit paranoid. If fans even caught a glimpse of this conversation there would be never ending controversy. Plus he was wasting time with you here when he should be practicing.

“Listen, I’m really okay. You should go catch up with the rest of them.”

His hand went over to hold yours once more as he brought it up to his lips. You froze in your place, watching his face. 

“I’m the best dancer in the group, if anyone needs practice it’s them. I’ll go back in time for the concert so for now i’m going to be here with you.”

The sincerity in his voice easily made you cave. 

“Why do you care so much…?” You suddenly, blurted. 

For a minute he sat there thinking about his answer but eventually said, “I feel like if you were in my place you’d do the same for me.”

It wasn’t completely false. You would have stayed along side of him if he got hit by a car due to a fan’s carelessness but you would have stayed by his side for any reason and he knew that. 

“What about you then? What secrets are you hiding that you want me to know?” 

Hoseok’s face lit up as he told you stories about the members that you would have never known, cracking up at how ridiculous and exciting it must be in the household with them. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying talking to you and above everything else it made you happy. It must have been hard for him to make friends like this once he started to become famous so he was so enthusiastic about making one. You could honestly listen to him speak for hours, watching him become entertained by his own stories, and moving his hands around a lot while he explained the situations. It was evident to you now just how easy it was to fall for someone like him. Every word that came from him was actual sincerity and his attitude was nothing but sweet. You started to grow your own smile on your face and he stopped mid sentence.

“What is it?”

You shook your head.

“Nothing. I’m just happy I get to talk to you.”

Hoseok pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“You can always talk to me whenever you want. Where’s your phone? I’ll add my number to it..”

“It’s in my pocket. What should I save your name as?” You asked, amused.

He reached out and grabbed your phone, adding his number to your contacts. He flashed you a glimpse of your contact for him, giggling. It read: Hobi~♥♥♥♥!!

 You burst out laughing.

“isn’t that a bit ridiculous? What if someone see’s that?”

“Then they can talk to me if they have a problem with it.” Hoseok stated, proudly.

As you both slowly stopped laughing he looked up at you. You felt nervous having him staring at you so much but didn’t stop him. He bit his lip, looking as if he had something on his mind but he didn’t say it out loud. You should have stopped yourself there. It was extremely unprofessional to continue to flirt with him but your mind was set on the boy sitting in front of you. To you he wasn’t the extremely skilled dancer and rapper by the name of J-hope. It was just the handsome and talented Jung Hoseok.

“…I wish it wasn’t like this.” You admitted, letting it slip from your mouth before you could stop yourself. It seemed like self control wasn’t your strong suit today.

Hoseok leaned his head on his arm, tilting it slightly to maintain eye contact with you.

“Like what?”

“n-nothing…I shouldn’t have said that…”

“You wish it wasn’t like the way it was? Me being in a group while you were a staff member? Yeah, I thought about that too. I wanted to talk to you every time you were assigned to me but I was afraid of getting you in trouble. I even got a little jealous watching you with the other members. It’s dumb but there are benefits of you being a member of our staff too.” He spilled. 

“..You like me?” 

He sat up straight, dramatically putting his hand over his chest.

“You didn’t even notice? Wow. I’m hurt, Y/N.” He said, joking around. 

“How am I suppose to notice when you never spoke more than a few words to me?

Hoseok pretended as if his heart was hurting, clenching his shirt and groaning.

“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry, if I said I liked you too will you stop already? It hurts to laugh.” You giggled.

He instantly acted as if nothing happened, siting back up with a new smile on his face. 

“How about a dat-”

“Jhope! It’s time to go already. If we don’t leave now we’re gonna be stuck in traffic and you won’t make it to the concert. I stalled enough for you so please just come with me without a fight.” The manager begged. 

Hoseok nodded, standing up from his place. 

“Yes, I’m coming.” 

Before he completely stepped out of the room he stopped to look back at you one more time.

“Don’t forget you have my number. I’ll come back to check on you after the concert.”

“Alright, hurry before you’re late.”

With one last smile he left the room, leaving you in there alone with your thoughts. You face instantly became red thinking about what just happened and you held back the screaming fit you almost threw out of happiness. You finally had a shot.

His Dirty Little Secret..

Prologue( for new readers)

Hailey Wilson is your typical 16 year old. She prefers books over party’s and where she lives most people don’t agree with that such as Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl at school who looks down on everyone and gets every guy she wants and when she wants.

Luke Hemmings is your typical bad boy, he has piercings and tattoos all over his body. He prefers girls or anything and he likes to make peoples life a living hell at school and one of those people happen to be Hailey…

but what happens when they both realise they are each other’s new neighbours??

  • Before you start reading i will let you know a few things..
  • The story has changed a little i have re-written some characters and taken people out.
  • I have changed Haileys attitude and re-written parts.
  • You may have noticed i changed the title as well, the story line is still going to be the same but just a little different.
  • Luke is still going to be the ass he was the first time around.
  • I don’t want to tell you guys too much because that will spoil it..
  • i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 1-

From the bad boy at school to my next door neighbour..

Hailey’s Pov 

My alarm kept ringing and ringing meaning it was time for school, i groaned as i rolled around and turned it off.

i layed back and stared up at the ceiling.

Weekends go by so fast, i stayed up way to late last night.

i just couldn’t put this new book i got down, it’s so good.

i got it on Saturday when i was out with Sophie and Lauren and i haven’t been able to put it down.

My mum came walking in to my room and said  "Time for school"

i rolled my eyes at her as she walked out, she doesn’t like when i stay in at the weekends reading.

She want’s me to be more like her when she was my age.

which was going out getting drunk and having unprotected sex with guys no one likes, something girls like to do in this generation.

Me on the other hand i don’t enjoy anything like that, not that i’ve ever gotten drunk or even been to a party but if you took one look at me i would get laughed at if i showed up at a party.  

My friend Lauren like’s to go to a party now and again but i never go, she asks but i just laugh at her when she does.

we have been friends for so long she should know by now i would not be seen dead at a party.

i was just glad Sophie wasn’t into party’s, she more like me thankfully.

i got up out of bed finally and i quickly jumped into the shower because i haven’t showered since Saturday and it’s now Monday morning.

i looked at my wardrobe wandering what to wear, the only thing i own is black skinny jeans and plain t-shirts or hoodies.

but even with my choose of clothing i still get called a nerd, i don’t see myself as a nerd yeah of course i do well in school and i have never missed a day but that’s just because i want to do well.

The worst name i do get called in school is Virgin. It’s such a stupid thing to call someone, i know i can’t be the only person in the whole school who is a virgin.

i’m just open about it,most people at my school aren’t. The popular ones call me and my friends Lauren and Sophie the three virgins even though Lauren has had sex.

they just think there better than us which is really stupid. It doesn’t bother me anymore what they call me, i’ve gotten use to it over the years.

I’ve gone with black skinny jeans and a white plain top with my leather jacket and converse, it’s comfy and at least maybe my mother might agree with my choice.

Once i was finished getting ready to walked down stairs to find my mum in the kitchen patiently waiting for me.

Oh god.

“What took you so long?” was all she said once i walked in..

I gave her a weird look and then i looked at the clock, it’s only 8 o'clock i wasn’t that long.

“I was only 45 minutes and i needed a shower” i said to her as i got my bowl and cereal out for breakfast

She rolled her eyes at me and then she turned and was about to walk out but not before saying

“Well hurry up and eat because i have a meeting early this morning so if you want me to drive you, stop with the back cheek and eat” she said and then she left.

I guess she didn’t get enough sleep, it’s always the same with her one minute she is a loving mother and then next minute it is as if she regrets ever giving birth to you and she tries to show it with every word she says or look she gives you. She is hard to read sometimes.

But she is the worst lair, if she thinks i believe her having these meetings in the morning she is really wrong. I know she is meeting up with another one of her guys for whatever it is.

I don’t know his name i just know there is a guy but that is the normal routine with her, i never find out his name because it doesn’t get that far that i meet him unless i catch her out her with tights around her ankles and the guy on top of her, it has happened quite a few times.

By half 8 we were ready to go and i got in the car yawning,even though i am really tired this morning it was worth it and i know when i go home i will want to read more.

i got a text while i just arrived at school from my friends letting me know that they were already inside and so was Luke.

Luke hemmings.

i wished just wished that one day he would take a day off, for being a bad boy he always manages to come to school of course he misses classes but he still makes an appearance every day.

i’ve never hated someone so much than i do him, he is the whole reason why people started calling me a virgin.

It happened a year ago, i stuck up for myself and told him off something no one dares to do at this school but i felt confident and i was sick of him thinking he owned the school and ever since then he hasn’t stopped trying to make my life hell.

He’s the typical bad boy in our school, he has a lip piercing and a tongue piercing and loads of tattoos, his hair is always dyed a different colour each week. He will be bald by the times he’s 20 i bet.

people say when his dad left things changed for him but no one really knows what happened to him 2 years ago.

Mondays aren’t bad for classes i only have 5 and they last 2 hours roughly each, it helps that i’m a good pupil as well so my day goes by quick so i can get back to my book.

i knew my friends were in the cloakroom already but i needed the toilet so i headed their first once i got my books out of my locker.

I walked out of the bathroom but of course my luck i managed to hit someone with the door on my way out.

“I’m so sorry, i didn’t see you” i said as i turned to apologise to whoever i hit and then i realised who it was.

“Watch where you’re going nerd” she said

That was Ashleigh Wills the most popular girl in the school.

She is the one who most people are scared off, she has long blonde hair and the makeup.

She wear the shortest clothes i have ever seen someone wear, if it isn’t a short skirt it’s short tops.

There is something else about her that everyone is scared of,it’s who she hangs around with..

Luke Hemmings.

They are always on and off, it’s hard to tell if they are together or not.

If you ask me they are perfect for one another both as bad as each other.

She looks down at everyone for no reason all because she is the captain of the cheerleader squad, she is second person on my list of people i hate.

i walked to the cloak room and saw my friends

“Good morning”

 Sophia said “ Morning” then she pointed to Lauren who seemed to not know i was there

“Morning….” i sang into her ear making her jump

“Fuck off Hailey, i have a hanging headache"Lauren said still not lifting her head up

Me and Sophie laughed at her, she must have been out last night well she shouldn’t have drank too much.

We went over who had what class etc.. Me and Sophie had Maths together and then i had Art alone then it was break time and then we all had English together but Lauren doesn’t sit with us. She sits with this boy who she has a crush on.. William graham.

she is the most confident one out of us three but when it comes to him she can hardly get a word out, it’s quite entertaining to watch.

then i have R.E alone and Science alone but i am passing these classes, i always have so i am never bored in class.

I have been so busy thinking about what classes i have today i forgot about what happened this morning.

"Your never going what happened before you guys arrived this morning at school” i said to both of them making them looking weirdly at me.

“What?” they both said

“I was coming out of the bathroom and i hit someone with the door on my way out and guess who it was?” i said

They both shrugged their shoulders and then i continued “ It was Ashleigh, i said sorry but once i realised who it was i wasn’t sorry anymore”

They both laughed and then Lauren said “ I would have paid good money to see the look on her face as you hit her, she needs more than just a door to the face if you ask me”

the bell rang meaning it was time for class..

We just got up as Luke and his with along with Ashleigh and her squad walked past us, they gave us dirty looks and Luke said “ look it’s the 3 virgins hurrying to class” they all laughed as they walked past.

Of course he couldn’t walk past us without saying anything, he makes me sick.

i hated how he just walked around this school like he was god’s gift, i can’t believe at one point i had a crush on him. That was before the tattoo’s and piercings of course.

By break time i was so ready to slap Luke and ready for food.

Art class is the only class i hate not because i can’t draw it’s because i have to deal with Luke and his friends alone.

Calum Hood and Michael Clifford.

They are all as bad as each other, Michael doesn’t say much as Luke and Calum would. I have to sit beside Michael in my R.E class and he isn’t as mean or annoying like the other two.

I had been in Art class for almost an hour now and so far i have had 3 pieces of paper thrown at my head by the one and only Luke Hemmings.

Seriously have they not got something better to do? Like um their fucking work.

This is normal routine in Art class, they always throw something at me, a pencil or paper or a rubber. I remember Luke threw a pencil at my head and it hurt and i swore i thought i saw a tiny bit of guilt in his eyes when i turned around angrily at him but he soon covered it up with a smirk.

I picked up one of the pieces Luke threw at me and i opened it to find that he had written Loser in black pen i mean could he not have written something more i don’t know creative?

I knew he was staring at me because i could feel his eyes on me so i looked over at him with the piece of paper in my hand still, he was smirking at me and then he mouthed

“Loser” to me still smirking.

I rolled my eyes at him not giving him the satisfaction of letting him know he’s bothered me. He is such a dickhead, I could think of more impressive things to call him.

I gave him a dirty look and then i picked up another  piece of paper he threw at me and walked to the bin and turned to look at him as i threw it in the bin and then i rolled my eyes as i walked back to my seat.

He didn’t look to happy but so what? Maybe it will teach him a lesson that throwing paper at me is getting nowhere and he is just wasting his time and mine.

just when i thought i might have gotten rid of him that bastard pushed me into the lockers, seriously?! What a prick.

One day i am going to push him to see how he likes it.

i walked into the canteen mad as hell, Lauren still look hungover but i didn’t care i slammed my bag down on the table as i sat down making her give me the evils.

i told them what happened, they weren’t surprised about it because it is just a normal routine with him.

the rest of the day went by quick thankfully, Luke never said another word to me or pushed me but he was too busy with his tongue down every girl’s throat so i think that’s why.

Sophie’s mum was giving me a lift home, i didn’t feel like walking home like i usually do so i just got a lift. Lauren had detention for being late last week so she had to stay behind.

When i got dropped off at my house there was a big truck that said “Moving out” at the side in big letters on it just next door.

Finally someone has rented the house next door, it has been empty for weeks and it has been creeping me out lately.

I dropped my bag at my door and i walked over to see who the new neighbours would be hoping they are going to be nice.

As i got closer i saw a woman about 5'4 with short blonde hair walk out of the house looking tired.

She seen me and she smiled so i smiled back and i walked closer over to her.

“Hello i’m Hailey, i live just next door” i said as i stopped in front of her

She smiled and held out her hand for me to shake which i did because it is polite and then she spoke

“Hello i’m Liz, me and my son have just moved today, it’s nice to meet you”

She seemed really nice, i hope her son is nice as well.

“My mum will be home soon if you like you can home next door for a cup of tea? I’m sure you could use a break from moving boxes around” i said nicely to her

“Aw thank you sweetheart, that is very kind of you but i’m fine. My son will be here any time now, you should meet him, you are probably the same age” she said

I smiled at her and then all of a sudden a motorbike was heard coming close and then the guy pulled up in the driveway, we both turned to look and Liz smiled.

This must be her son.

“Here is he now” she said

She walked over to him as he was just getting of his bike, i swear i knew that leather jacket from somewhere but i couldn’t figure out where.

He’s very tall and i can tell he is probably attractive.. But i haven’t seen his face yet.

He was just taking off his helmet and Liz waved me over. I kept my head down to the ground because i was shy, i usually am around boys and if he is attractive i don’t want to say something stupid.

The guy turned around just as i approached Liz and then she spoke “ Son this is Hailey Wilson, she is our new neighbour, you guys are around the same age”

I finally lifted my head up to see who her son was and i think i almost died right there.

Her son is Luke Hemmings.

Luke Hemmings who about a couple of hours ago was throwing paper at me and pushed me against the lockers.

Great this is just perfect, i don’t know who looked more shocked.

Me or Luke.

He didn’t smirk at me, he just stared at me. I tore my eyes away from him to see his mum staring between us and then she spoke

“I’m guessing you two know each other already?”

Haha you could say that..

“We um go to the same school” i said quietly

Luke smirked making me wish i was anywhere but here right now

“Oh isn’t this great” Liz said clapping her hands and walking away leaving me and Luke alone.

I took one last look at him before turning, i didn’t want to spend anymore time with him than i needed to.

God not only is he going to make my life hell at school, he is going to make my life at home a living hell too.

So guys i’m back,i didn’t go away for long but i have deleted all of my work and starting fresh.

i wasn’t happy with my writing and i’m sorry if you guys loved my writing but i will be re-writing all my stories and making them better.

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The Chronological Superman 1961:

This must have been the best day of Lois Lane’s life – not because she got dolled up and kissed a bunch of superheroes, but because she’s flat-out making Lana eat shit. “Oh, were you watching?” THAT’S NOT A NECESSARY PART OF PLAN “L,” LOIS.

Anyway, in Superman’s Girlfriend Lois Lane vol.1 No.29, Lois is tasked with discreetly sneaking particles of Red Kryptonite to Superman’s allies in the Justice League, so as to save him from a Green Kryptonite attack at the Fortress of Solitude. The method may have been curious, to say the least, but it’s an entertaining story with some charming asides (”my make-up is on right for a change”). Personally, I like it because it elevates Lois dramatically up from her lovelorn antics and poking around Superman’s secret identity like a nuisance, casting her as one of Superman’s trusted associates AND basically an honorary member of the Justice League of America. Last part of that sentence is basically canon, as far as I’m concerned…


TV 『VS Arashi』- (Teiichi no Kuni Cast)

I liked this episode, been a while since I watched VS Arashi, all the boys had something to say (and did say something) even Shison Jun who looked as pretty as a girl - correct me if I am wrong but I don’t think to many D-Boys, in particular D2 have appeared on VS Arashi. Anyway, everyone had a laugh and the boys sucked on one thing and excelled on another to my surprise. Also the shock of Chiba Yudai’s age - must admit that does get me as well (he does not look, or act like it). Plus Suddachi is such an entertainer, anything that boy does is a pleasure to watch.

Man I wish I could see this movie, unfortunately have to wait a few more months yet.

anonymous asked:

I've been searching forever for a show with Key and Minho, where Key is holding a stick with a yellow hand on it! I think it must have been around the end of 2015, but I can't find it, do you happen to know? :(

This hilarious broadcast! Watch Minho try his dibididarndest to be an entertaining host (which in his world means making fun of Key and throwing out whatever idea crosses his mind) while Key grows increasingly flustered as he gets roped into the shenanigans lmao.

Golden Hearts 💛🖤 - Chapter One

AJ Styles/OC

Warning:None really. A bit of flirting and some less than happy moments mentioned. Its a bit of a slow start but it’ll pick up!

Tears rolled slowly down Tika’s cheeks as a sad smile rose to her lips while she stared at the phone on front of her. While she sat in the car line at the arena, she had gotten bored and decided to look through the gallery on her phone. The line had come to a stop with some sort of hold up she wasn’t sure about the nature, honestly didn’t care. The rain was pouring down around the car with the sun threatening to peak around the clouds mirrored the way she felt. She wanted to cry and smile all at the same time.

Tika’s four-year-old daughter, Serenity, came into view of the camera, a smile on her sun kissed brown skin. Her dimples looked like two wells on her chubby cheeks. She twirled one time in her floral print romper then leaned down to fix the straps of her gold sandals.

“Is that my baby?” Tika asked loudly. “Is that my babv slayin’ like that? With her baby hairs poppin’?”

Serenity giggled as she put her hands on her knees and cocked her little head to the side. “Who else but me, mama. I’m flawless.” She pretended to whip her hair, which was secure at the top of her head in a neat bun.

The video came to an end with Serenity doing her best Beyoncé moves. She was Serenity’s favorite singer so much so Tika made sure to take her daughter to any concert she could and bought her memorabilia as well.

Tika started to go through the pictures they had taken that day. She remembered that day clearly. They were headed off to a summer pool party one of Tika’s friends was having for the kids. If it was one thing Serenity had gotten from her mama, it was her love of photography. She took pictures of any and everything she could. Serenity’s little imagination had knew no bounds just as her mama’s.  

The sound of someone laying on their horn snapped Tika’s attention from her phone to her rearview mirror to see the person honking at her. The smile on her face replaced with a scowl, even if she was holding up the line they didn’t need to honk at her like that. She put her car in drive still staring in the mirror wanting badly to flip them the bird. It was one thing she didn’t miss about while she was on leave from the company, some of the rude people she called co-workers. Her time was just as valuable as theirs.

After a year of being gone, things felt a little foreign to Tika. She couldn’t lie though and say it didn’t feel good to be back. Even though she didn’t want as much time as the company had given her off, she was thankful for it. She knew she wouldn’t have been able to make it back in the two months she had originally asked for versus the year they gave her. What’s more, she didn’t think she would still have a job. Yet here she is, backstage at Smackdown Live in Toledo, Ohio. The company, mainly Shane, fought with her to wait till the Smackdown after Blacklash to return instead of the actual pay per view. He didn’t want her to be overwhelmed. She was still a bit apprehensive about being so far from home but she knew she needed to be strong and have faith.

No one seemed to take notice in her being there, which she preferred. She moved in silence through the bright, buzzing backstage area. All Tika wanted to do was make it to her area so she could unpack her bag and start snapping pictures.

“You didn’t tell me you were here, Ti.”

The voice brought her smile back. Tika acted like she didn’t hear them, pretending to search her camera bag for lenses she didn’t need. “You hear me, girl. I know you do.” Suddenly there were arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground making her laugh louder than she should have.

“Let me go, Trin,” she laughed trying to wiggle from her grasp. “We’re in public. Put me down, you’re being extra.”

“Oh, I’m extra,” Trinity asked setting her down. “I’m extra because a certain someone didn’t tell their favorite oldest cousin they were back.”

Trinity gave Tika a fake smile to combat the smirk on younger woman’s face. In her rush to get everything packed and ready for her flight from Orlando, Florida to Toledo, Tika had forgotten to let her cousin know she was returning to work. Their relationship was much more like sisters and best friends. If someone didn’t know them, they would swear they were sisters. Trinity being the more eccentric sister with the bright hair and make-up where as Tika was the tamer one. She liked to keep things simple, natural for the most part and fun.  

“First, you’re my only cousin. Second, I’m sorry. I was overwhelmed trying to get everything together for the trip.”

Trinity eyed her for a second as if debating whether she believed her or not. “Mmhm. So how you holdin’ up, Ti?”

“I’m fine, I’m good.”

“If you’re not, you know you can tell me right?” Trinity pulled her into a small hug, resting her head against Tika’s head, lovingly. She appreciated her cousin wanting to check up on her but she didn’t want to talk about any of it. Finally getting to a point where she could leave her house without crying, Tika didn’t want to make any steps backwards. If she did, she knew the result wouldn’t be good for her.

“Enough about me though. What about you, champ? Winning in our backyard, babe. That was everything.” The proud smile was unmistakable. To say Tika was proud would be an understatement. She always knew Trinity would get her WrestleMania moment, her only regret is that she missed it.

Trinity smiled bashfully, ignoring the people moving around them trying to get things ready for the show. Tika noticed and moved them to the other part of the hallway, trying to get out of the way.

“It was amazing. I felt so much love, I didn’t think the people would really be happy I won. It was a shocker.”

“Girl, please.” Tika shooed her playfully. “With all that shaking and flipping you did. Who wouldn’t love you? I was looking at you tryna figure out if that was my big cousin out there slayin’.”

They bumped shoulders as they laughed loudly earning looks from the people around them to which they gave them nasty glares. When they were together, it was loud and everyone had a good time. And if anyone wasn’t having a good time then they could leave as Trinity would always say.

“Come on, I know Jon and Josh wanna see you. They’ve been talkin’ about you since we last saw you in March.”

Trinity was never one to ask anything. The words that came out of her mouth, usually came out in a demand. This time was no difference. Tika gave a fleeting glance as Trinity drug her away holding onto her hand tightly. As they passed throngs of people, their co-workers, they attempted to speak to Tika but Trinity was not slowing down. Instead of a proper conversation, Tika gave them small waves and apologetic smiles.

When they entered the large, open locker room, the room got louder. There was an up roar of cheers, shit talking and laughing. Just what Tika had missed. Watching Austin record for his gaming channel, especially the competitions were pure entertainment. Kofi and E sat in front of the monitors Austin had set up on the table playing UFC. It must have been for the tournament he saw Jon going on and on about on Twitter. Jon, his brother Josh, Antonio and AJ stood around the trio, as spectators and commentators. Trinity bumped shoulders with Jon, he turned around prepared to pop her arm until his eyes landed on me.

“Oh snap! Lil Tiki torch in the house,” he yelled draping his arms around her. His hug swallowed her leaving her no choice but to bury her face in his chest until he was ready to let her go. Tika couldn’t help but laugh at how affectionate he always seemed to be. His outburst had caught the attention of the other males in the room.

“We’ve got the baddest woman in the land with a camera in her hand, Miss Tika Harris” Austin roared looking into the camera. A round of ‘oooh’ emanated from E and Kofi at his rhyme.

“How you doin’, love?” Josh asked pulling her away from his brother’s arms into his. “I’m alright. No worries.” Josh was the calmer twin. He didn’t need to be loud all the time like his older brother. Then again, he could get just as loud if need be. Austin and Antonio gave her quick squeezes then returned to the game play.

“Long time, no see, darlin’.”

“Hi to you too, AJ.”

Tika kept her head forward staring at the screens in front of her not wanting their interaction to be caught on the cameras. She knew that fans paid more attention to those in the background more than the ones right in front. The last thing she needed was marks ganging up on her and sending mean tweets.

His eyes bore into the side of her face. The baby blues were locked in, he didn’t care about the presence of a Austin’s cameras. “Your thumbs don’t look broke to me.”

“What,” she asked with a slight laugh.

“I mean I figured you weren’t textin’ cause your thumbs were broken,” he sighed folding his arms across his chest. “But I see they’re just fine.”

Tika didn’t feel like getting into this conversation while they were in ear shot of everyone else and the camera. The last thing she needed was for someone to make a big deal out of them talking. She’s seen first hands what false accusations can do to someone’s career in this company especially a female. With a nudge to Trinity’s arm, Tika left the locker room already knowing AJ would be right behind her shortly. While she wondered down the hallway towards the large stack of crates she scrolled through the notifications on her phone. There were mainly texts from her parents, especially her mom, who wanted to know how everything was going and how she was doing. The rest were a few friend, who after a year still didn’t get that she didn’t want to constantly relive it all and didn’t want their handouts.

She felt his presence before she saw him. AJ approached her just as she made it to the crates. He lifted her by her hips onto the crates so that he could get a good look at her.

“What is with you wrestlers and picking people up?” She sat her phone beside her on the cart, giving AJ her full attention. In the year that she had been gone, he had let his hair grow longer than what she remembered. His beard was a lot fuller now. Both framed his face, bringing out his eyes even more. “It’s a part of the occupation. Didn’t get these muscles from liftin’ remotes,” he shrugged. A year later and still the same person.

“I’m sorry for not returning your calls and texts. I’m tryna do better now, AJ.”

“Yeah well I accept your apology this time. But next time,” he warned wagging his index finger in Tika’s face. She laughed pushing his finger from her face.

She and AJ had become good friends upon him coming into the company back in 2016. He had such a good spirit, she couldn’t ignore him for long. No matter how hard she tried to ignore him greeting her so nicely every time he saw her or the small conversations and jokes he made when they found themselves near each other with time to kill. Some of the men that worked for the company tried to give off this vibe that they were good people but in reality, they were assholes. But AJ was different, he was the person he put out for others to see.

“No but really. How you holdin’ up, kid?”

“Kid?” She scoffed at the name. “I’m a grown woman, AJ. Not a kid. I told you about that name before.”

“You’re a kid to me. A sassy one.”

“Grown. Woman.” She spoke slowly maintaining eye contact with him. A smile graced his lips as he waved her off playfully. “Whatever, kid or grown woman. How you holdin’ up?”

“I’m fine. Taking it day by day.”

AJ was the first person to find her after it initially happened. She was standing in the lobby of the hotel with Trinity, the twins and some of their other co-workers debating on plans when she got a phone call from her mom. They were in New York for Raw, it was a month before the brand split. She would never forget how her mom sounded on the other end of the phone. For a moment, she felt like she was paralyzed but then she was tripping over herself repeating that she was coming home to her mom before hanging up. The hallway that she had snuck off to was clear, the only noises around her was the dinging from the nearby elevator bank.  

All she remembered was AJ helping her from the floor, trying to ask her what’s wrong. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t bring herself to repeat what her mom had told her, she didn’t want to make any assumptions and saying it out loud would make her do just that. For a few minutes, all she could do was cry. She sobbed quietly into his chest, something she wouldn’t be able to do when she reached Orlando. The world around her felt as though it had come to a stand still. She rememberedbletting him know that something was wrong with her daughter and she needed to get home.

AJ stayed with her until Trinity spoke with her aunt, Tika’s mom, to find out what exactly was happening. Tika clung to him, her head was throbbing but she couldn’t stop her tears. He hated to see her upset, he had never seen her do anything but smile, laugh and occasionally glare.

“You’re thinking about it. Don’t do that.”  Her voice was soft and sweet. She smiled but AJ saw the sadness behind the smile on her smile. “Thinking about it won’t change it, AJ. I learned that the hard way.”

AJ opened his mouth to speak but Austin yelling out his name cut him off. I shooed him away when he tried to keep talking. Getting AJ away from the whole conversation was for the best. It was part of the reason Tika had stopped responding to his texts. AJ was way more comfortable talking about it than she was. It didn’t upset her that he wanted to talk about it, it upset her that at some point she was comfortable talking about it with him. She just didn’t think she was ready and here it is a year later.

Grabbing her phone, Tika hopped down to go back to her camera so she could do test shots. On the way, she glanced at her phone for the time, her lock screen catching her eye instead. The picture put a smile on her face, most of the time it’s what kept her going. The person she was doing everything for.

anonymous asked:

Rfa reaction when the Mc who is a successful actress has to do a lot of kiss scenes in her next movie..? Thank you

This was a really entertaining one to write, especially Seven’s :3


  • you brought home the script to show him a few scenes you were looking forward to
  • after seeing how excited you are, it must have been a good movie
  • you watch him flipping through the pages
  • really loves your character
  • up until the point where your character kisses her love interest
  • the image of you popped into his head kissing ANOTHER MAN
  • at that moment, Yoosung doesn’t bother reading the rest of it and just hands it to you
  • face gets all red and hands are shaking
  • uh you okay there bud?
  • “is there something wrong with it?”
  • “there’s a…a…ki-kissing scene and I c-c-can’t help but th-think…”
  • poor Yoosung can’t even finish his sentence as he covers his red face
    • you were going to tell him there were more kissing scenes
    • but you can’t see your boyfriend all flustered like this
  • when he goes to your rehearsals you purposely mess up the kisses by making goofy faces
  • the staff find you frustrating, but it sure does put a smile on Yoosung’s face


  • when you told her you got a big part 
  • goes to update her fan blog about you
  • she is more than happy to hear about your new role
  • she is even lucky enough to read the whole script with you
  • Jaehee understands you’re a professional like Zen and all those kissing scenes aren’t really you kissing the other actor.
  • it was about getting into your character
  • so she totally understands when you kiss your costar
  • oh what are these scraps of paper in her hand?
  • you sometimes review some of the footage through the day with Jaehee to see how you did
  • omg she snapped another remote in half
  • “um…Jaehee are you really okay with this?”
  • she looks calm but you can see the seething rage in her eyes
  • “both of you are actors just doing your job. It’s not really you…”
  • you take the remote from Jaehee before she could grind it into shrapnel
  • and you assure her that you only have eyes for her with some kissing of your own :3


  • although he was a bit disappointed he couldn’t get the role with you
  • he is excited for you none the less
  • he even gives you a few suggestions for some scenes
  • but it isn’t until he shows up for one of the rehearsals 
  • and he sees you kissing your co-star on set
  • all he saw was YOU 
  • kissing some other guy 
  • he can’t help but activate his jealous boyfriend mode
  • doesn’t do anything on set since he knew it could potentially lead to a scandal
  • so when you two get home he insists on helping you with your lines
  • teaches you a few more techniques that made you think about him during your scenes


  • he understands that you’re an actress that works hard for your roles
  • and he took a look at your co-star
    • too short, dyed hair, piercings??? hmph
  • and Jumin knew he was better than him in almost every department
  • there is nothing to be worried about
  • it isn’t until he stepped into watch one of your rehearsals
  • and comes in right when you were passionately kissing your co-star
  • like Zen all he can see is a man kissing YOU, his precious MC.
  • at that point, he remembers jealousy was a choice
  • so he decides to CHOOSE to be jealous
  • “do you actually need to do ALL of those scenes with…him”
  • you take the time to walk with him to explain that it’s not really you kissing your co-star, but your character
  • he still can’t get over that all he can see is you
  • you convince the director to have you wear a wig
  • doesn’t make a great difference at first
  • but when you bring him down the red carpet, he knows it was stupid to have chosen jealousy


  • “oh MC this is great! I love it!”
  • no he doesn’t
  • you have to kiss some other guy who is probably more good looking than him
  • holy sh–crap this guy IS good looking and funny
  • Seven can’t make it to any of your rehearsals or have the time to sit with you reviewing the footage from that day
  • in truth, he just didn’t want to see you kiss that guy who is clearly better than him
    • poor insecure jellybean
  • one day he had some free time and you dragged him to your rehearsal for support
  • while you were doing one of the kissing scenes you notice he isn’t even looking at you
    • how rude!
  • during your break, you decide to confront him about his lack of support
  • “I do support you babe! It’s just…you…and him…kissing…ugh…”
  • it must be bothering him really bad since he hasn’t even looked at you since you started this project
  • it’s time you made sure that he knew YOU loved your precious Seven
  • the staff was looking for you for a while until your co-star found you coming out of the prop storage
  • “MC, what were you doing in there?”
  • Seven jumps next to you while doing jazz hands
  • “ME!”

anonymous asked:

Could I request a scenario where Valkyon sees Guardienne playing with Floppy?

A/N: I shouldn´t be writing this request since it came after my ask box got closed, but the request was so damn cute that I couldn´t stop myself :´)

Hope you like it!

Valkyon had spent all day searching for Floppy who went missing and was getting desperate.

Deciding to look around the fountains, Valkyon saw Gardienne there and decided to ask her if she had seen his familiar.

Before he could even open his mouth, his eyes widen as he saw her playing and laughing with Floppy.

He didn’t expect to see that, but his gaze softened right away as he let a relieved sigh escape from his mouth, knowing that his familiar was safe and in good hands, having fun.

Sitting down, he kept watching the two of them with adoration. How could Gardienne and Floppy look so cute together, he thought.

It was only when Gardienne looked behind her and noticed Valkyon that he came back from his trance and with a soft smile in his face, waved at her, getting up from his place and going to her, who had gotten up as well.

“I found Floppy all alone and before I could go look for you, we started playing around. Sorry, You must´ve been so worried.”

“It´s fine. I got entertained watching you both now, so no need to worry. I´m happy that Floppy was in such good hands. Thank you. And whenever you wish to play with her again, just tell me, Floppy will love it.”

Smiling at each other, both of them kept talking as they sat on the floor once again and keep playing with Floppy, who was loving all the attention that was receiving.

i think inglorious basterds is my favorite qt movie. i remember when it came out the jewish exponent (philly’s jewish newspaper that my parents subscribed to) there was a lot of argument in the op-ed page about it about whether or not it was okay to enjoy a completely ahistorical movie fantasy about jews on a nazi-killing rampage as much as everyone was and whether the level of brutality would make people feel sorry for the nazis (the only other movie i remember getting that reaction was borat, due to concern that goyim would see a devout orthodox jew playing a cartoonish anti-semite and just take away “anti-semitism is funny” or “if jews are okay telling anti-semitic jokes than it must be alright”) but i have always been firmly on the side that watching a jewish dirty dozen kill hitler is great entertainment. if you weren’t jewish and did’t go to hebrew school, you probably covered the holocaust briefly a couple times in history and maybe read the diary of anne frank for english. if you went to hebrew school (at least where i went), you learned about the holocaust a lot, in exhaustive detail, staring at a much younger age then public school curriculum reached that kind of discussion. so watching the nazi high command get burned, blown up, and shot to pieces is immensely gratifying. i think it also does a pretty good job with handling nazis in something that is entertainment first and not a serious historical drama. i know people have complained about hans landa being to funny and charming and likable and that people can root for him, but the first scene of the movie and the introduction of the character has him sitting down and explaining in detail his beliefs that jews are subhuman pests that need to be exterminated and having a jewish family killed by stormtroopers. if you can get past that because he’s clever and charming i think it says more about you than the movie. and i think generally he’s well written as someone who is very smart but, unlike how people like to hope, being smart doesn’t make him see what he’s doing is obviously wrong, it makes him better at developing logic that justifies what he’s doing and allows him to compartmentalize all that stuff and not appear monstrous otherwise. which fits with a lot of historical monsters (and current abusers, etc.) and people’s willingness to overlook stuff like that if somebody is well-spoken and funny and a good guest at parties is something a lot bigger than a movie character and i think speaks to a general value of civility, politeness, and charm (a general skill with social interaction) over kindness and morality. which is not to say those first three things are crap or don’t worry about being nice to people but it often seems like a solid grasp of social niceties and a bit of wit can cause people to get away with awful shit for way too long and i think people liking landa is a symptom of that and not the fault of the movie, and despite the fact that the movie is a wild fantasy that constantly points out that it’s a movie and has everyone talk and behave like tarantino characters and not remotely like anyone has actually behaved and talked ever it does get at something real there through all the artifice.

Love in Bloom (Kenna x Raydan)

Prompt: Round 17 of #ChoicesCreates: “Some souls just understand each other upon meeting.”

Summary: After arriving in Aurelia, Kenna meets Raydan in the royal gardens.

Rating: T (sexual attraction, kissing)

Tags: @hollyashton @pixelchoices

As Kenna entered the royal gardens, she gazed at the surroundings. The sweet scent of flowers hung in the air. A brook wound its way through the lush landscape. There was no sign of Raydan yet. She thought back to what he had told her when they met just a short while ago: she had seen him only because he had allowed himself to be seen. It was unsettling for her to realize that he had been watching her ever since she had arrived in Aurelia. But something had compelled her to accept his invitation to meet him in the gardens.

She detected a flash of movement by a tree, and then spotted Raydan walking toward her. Their eyes met as he spoke. “I wasn’t sure that you would come.”

She looked him over. “I decided that I would give you a chance.”

“I’ll make sure that it will be a chance worth taking.” He smiled slightly, then continued. “A woman as beautiful as you must already be taken.”

Kenna thought back to two years ago, when she and Dom had declared their love for each other as they parted. “Well, actually, there is someone. But it has been so long since I have seen him.”

He nodded. “Of course there is someone. But surely he wouldn’t mind if you entertained a new friend for one night.”

Kenna imagined Dom watching her as she spoke to Raydan. Yes, he probably would mind. But she pushed those thoughts aside. “Oh, are we friends?”

He shrugged. “Friends? Lovers? What’s the difference?”

She blushed at his words. The nerve of him! And yet she felt a shiver run down her spine. She nearly gasped as she heard his next words.

“Which do you prefer?”

She stared at him, then breathed a sigh of relief as he pointed to a blue orchid and a red tulip. Oh, he means the flowers. “The orchid.”

He gazed into her eyes. “That tells me that you are wild and untameable.”

She sensed that his words applied to him as well. He seemed so…passionate. As bold as he was, he must be capable of far wilder behavior. Time to change the subject. “Is that what you do? Tell people’s fortunes with flowers?”

“That’s one of many services that I provide.” As she looked at him expectantly, he continued. “Annelyse can only be in one place at a time, but that isn’t enough. She needs to know what is going on everywhere. I serve as her eyes and ears.”

“So you’re a spy?”

He paused for a moment. “And sometimes there are messes that need to be cleaned up. I make them go away.”

“You’re also an assassin?”

“I am many things.” He pointed to a purple rose and a white lily. “Which of these do you prefer?”

Kenna eyed the flowers. “The rose.”

He smiled. “You are strong-willed and passionate.”

Passionate. Just what she had sensed about him. “Are you trying to impress me?”

“What if I am? Is it working?”

She tilted her head. “Perhaps.” Did he really need to ask? He could probably already tell that it was. “How did you end up working for Annelyse?”

He moved closer to her. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, I have all night.” Did I just say that? How will he take it? She stepped back a bit.

Raydan lowered his eyes, then looked up again. “My sister and I had nothing when we were young. We had to steal scraps from dogs just so we wouldn’t starve. But we learned that you are pretty much invisible when you are small and poor. Because we were not noticed, we could see and hear things that others couldn’t. So we collected secrets, and got paid for what we knew. Secrets can unlock many doors, and are my trade.” He once again pointed to some flowers. “Which do you choose, the yellow daffodil or the orange lotus?”

She considered the flowers for a moment. “The lotus.”

“That means that you are brave.”

Kenna considered Raydan’s words. His early life had been so difficult. Clearly he too was brave. But how did he know so much about her? Did her choice of flowers really reveal so much, or was he making all that up? Could he tell that just from watching her? “Why do you keep asking me about flowers?”

Her eyes widened as he handed her a bouquet of orchids, roses, and lotuses. “How did you pick those? I’ve been standing by you the whole time.”

He smiled slyly. “I have my ways.” He reached for her and took her into his arms. Then his lips were on hers, and she pressed closer to him. It felt so good, so right. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was this moment. But all too soon, he pulled away. “I must go. There are other matters that demand my attention. Thank you for a lovely evening.”

Kenna watched him walk away. She should be relieved. If he had stayed, what would have happened? Would she have lost control? They had only just met. But somehow she felt as if she already knew him, and he knew her. She didn’t want him to go. She knew in her heart that he was someone very special.

I feel like I’m a side show at the circus, not even the main attraction; no one cares enough for that.
It’s like I’m a clown sitting on the dunk tank. Everyone sees the smile that’s painted on, so they keep throwing shit my way, just to see how much I can handle; then they’ll laugh as I fall and get back up again. It’s a sick game.
The human race is fucked up.
I mean why should they care? They see the smile that’s painted on my face, so that means I’m happy, right? It must be true. I’m there for everyone else’s entertainment; fuck what I feel.
What they don’t know is, under that painted smile, is a soul that’s been so abused over the years, it’s turned completely numb. Under that smile is a girl that despises herself more than anything in the universe.
What they don’t know is, I’m only here because I don’t have any other choice. I live to please others.
I’ve passed the point of sadness and anger, now there’s nothing. Absolute numbness.
Just accepting everything that’s thrown my way.
I’m not living, I’m simply breathing. Existing.
So I sit there, watching the people laughing and having fun, attempting to make the board fall out from under me.
I’m trying to wrap my head around why everyone thinks it’s fun to knock me down. Why does that get them off?
I pray that someone will finally hit that button so I will drop. So I can escape reality for a while, total calmness.
Maybe it won’t just be for a while though. So many people have hit the button lately, it’s becoming exhausting to get up again. Maybe I won’t be able to gather up the energy to get back on the bench.
Maybe I’ll just stay down there. In my own world, water surrounding me. In total bliss, like before I came into this fucked up world.
I mean, no one will ever question an accidental drowning, right?
No worries about getting called fucking crazy, selfish, an attention seeker; they’d simply just blame it on a heart attack, a concussion from falling, or some other medical condition.
Haha that makes me laugh. Because depression “isn’t a medical condition”. It’s just for attention seekers, right? For the weak.
Fuck that.
It’s funny how what was once an innocent childhood game of mine, has now turned into a suicide mission.
So I just keep sitting on the bench, day after day, taking the shots. Because it makes other people happy, to have so much control over something.
I mean, if I can’t make myself happy, might as well make someone else happy. Right?
Fuck that.
I’m sick of being everyone’s punching bag. I’m sick of being the girl everyone goes to when try need a laugh, or advice, but run whenever I go to them. I’m sick of being used.
I wonder who will be the last one to hit the button, because I’m fucking done.

Downfall [06]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,960

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18

Nothing could have prepared you for the Hell you were thrown into.

The first two years at the orphanage went by like a breeze, but what you soon realized was that they were merely stepping-stones leading to a much greater path, and you were now standing at the menacing gates. The Devil was waiting at the front steps to welcome you, not as a red-horned creature of the underworld, but he was pretty damn close.

You learned early on that Mr. Shin didn’t actually reside in the orphanage. His place was in Seoul, where he acted as the overseer of all the important aspects of the rest of the organization. He was a busy man who simply had no time to waste in a city like Gimpo, where the establishments bearing his name were located, so he passed on the burden of maintaining the school and its students to another privileged soul.

The combat instructor.

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Rashad did not deserve to win last night! This show was about the best dancer and the best story and frankly we all know Normani had that. Let’s not pretend that the Harmonizers are small they are massive and come in clutch when it comes to online voting and there’s no way in hell David and Rashad votes are more then Normani. Look at every award show that has a fan vote and mostly 5H wins beating 1d fans and JB fans. Now everybody might think I’m salty but I have every right to be since she consistently improve and is the best and this whole season catered to male mediocrity. This should have been an all female finale but DWTS can’t afford to let that happened. First, they need David there because they what to pull in the MLB demographic as well as hopefully get another baseball player since he is the first. Second, Rashad is jobless (sorry not sorry) he was a apart of the NFL which they always have a player, they announce he was going on tour with them which is almost always the winner of the show before 3rd place was announce and Rashad is jobless while David retired with young kids and Normani is flourishing with a solid career so they were no way for them to do the tour so therefore Rashad being the only option hence the winner. DWTS has some real nerve to think that the people watching are stupid because they amount of support from all across the world from multiple celebrities who have push for #Valmani has been way more and at the highest degree then the boys. DWTS must hate female excellent because the females were best dancers and we would have probably seen more stories and actually been more entertained by this lackluster bootlegged male mediocrity finale!!!

A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Twelve

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

Link on Ao3

Chapter One   Chapter Two   Chapter Three    Chapter Four    Chapter Five
Chapter Six    Chapter Seven    Chapter Eight    Chapter Nine    Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven 


-Chapter 12-

From not so far away, something of a different world watched two half-breeds napping on the side of a mountain. Curious, these creatures, seemingly having inherited the strengths of their races and yet the weaknesses of any young thing.

The girl was especially something to behold. It had watched her for a while. Watched her piece together the puzzle of its creations, give them the names it couldn’t pronounce in its otherworldly accent. It would be able to soon, just not while it was stuck in this skin. It had watched the girl struggle with the veilsinger – someone that must soon be destroyed. But yet, it was so entertaining to watch the two skitter around each other uncomprehendingly.  And it would not deny the male’s charms and looks had wheedled its way into its heart. He was unexpected, and made choosing a new body all that much easier.

But it would have to wait - there were many things it had to do before it took its new skin. Many things to be learnt, many things to become stronger in.

Why yes, it would have to be stronger than it had ever been if it was going to take her skin, and she refused to settle for anything less than the power of the heir.


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If you thought pre-Ted he was just the Family Guy guy– as if that weren’t enough– think again. He also created the popular animated show American Dad!, for which he still does extensive voice work: the slightly less popular and and now sadly cancelled The Cleveland Show (a Family Guy spin-off); live-action sitcoms The Winner and the upcoming Dads with Seth Green and Giovanni Ribisi; a series of animated webisodes called Seth Macfarlane’s Cavalcade of Cartoon Comedy; and his latest TV Project, documentary series Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey, a follow-up to Carl Sagan’s legendary 1980 series Cosmos: A Personal Journey.

In-between all that, he still finds time to take Family Guy Live on the road; record vocal albums (his debut Music Is Better Than Words was released in September 2011); oversee Comedy Central Roasts (he is the only person to have hosted more than one– his tally totals David Hasselhoff, Charlie Sheen and Donald Trump); host the Oscars; appear as Ensign Rivers on Star Trek: Enterprise (he showed up in two episodes of the series’ third and fourth seasons); make countless appearances on TV chat shows, often political forums; keep up a punishing schedule of speaking engagements; provide voices for Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Robot Chicken; and campaign for issues of social justice (he is a vehement supporter of gay marriage). It’s a wonder he finds time to sleep, let alone write, direct and star in a movie like 2012’s Ted, the highest-grossing R-rated comedy of all time.

It’s also a wonder he doesn’t look more exhausted. When we meet at the Beverly Hills Four Seasons, where he’s promoting comedy Western A Million Ways To Die In The West (which he wrote, directed, produced and stars in as a meek sheep farmer forced to find his courage by mysterious newcomer Charlize Theron), he greets Empire with a cheeky grin on his boyish face. Macfarlane obviously takes the business of comedy very seriously, talking eloquently and passionately about his work, but he’s also a comic who can be amusing and charming without trying too hard. Not something you can say of everyone in his profession…

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Stab - [Monsta X] Boyfie!Wonho

Originally posted by 1eegeon

Wonho is not going to lie that you looked extra good this morning with your face to the side, laying on your stomach, sprawled on the bed, covered by the dark purple silk duvet. Eyes closed, your back rising up and down slowly as you recover your energy to what may have been a strenuous ‘work-out’ so late last night. Or was it in the early morning?

Your red hair covering your face gave him a little something to smirk upon even though he is catching the glimpse of you on the full length mirror as he slips into his raggedy faded jeans. The reflection is as good as the real thing. Still shirtless, his dog-tag clinking with each other as he hop in place to get them on. He was admiring your amorous back view when his mobile phone vibrated. Hurrying to it with a few long stride, he took them off the hard surface and to his ear. He needs to pick a top. And fast.

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(M & T- Requested by anonymous)

For months you had been carful to hide the horrendous scars that marred that left side of your face. Which you had obtained through a fire accident when you were a little girl.
You had been told you would carry the scars for the rest of your life. And for years you had been looked down on with pity, bullied and stared at in disgust. So that when you met him you had been hiding it for a while and you were determined to hide it from him.
So that what happened with your last relationship didn’t happened again. When they had left you in disgust after you had showed them.

You were home alone, texting him, going back and forth, while you got ready for bed. When they teleported into your bedroom.
You hurried to cover the left side of your face but it was too late and they had seen.


He cringed the moment he saw it,
“What is this livestock?” He questioned sounding lost and hurt, as you saw slight anger flicker in his eyes at the thought of someone hurting you.
“When I was little there was a fire.” You whimpered as you felt broken, like you disappointed him.
Standing there, you closed your eyes waiting for the words you have always dreaded. But you only felt his arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. With your face buried to his chest as he….trembled.
Seeing you this way, he couldn’t help but remember, the feeling of the iron ribs searing against his flesh. Causing blaze white hot agony that he nearly passed out from. And for him to think that something similar happened to you was nearly unbearable. Because he couldn’t rid himself of images of your small body trapped in a fire nearly perishing.
“Ruki?” You whispered as you pulled away and looked up at his face, and into his eyes wide with fear and pain. “Hey I lived,” grabbing his hands and placing it on your marred cheek, “I survived, and I barely remember what happened. I passed out soon after.” You told him in a feeble attempt to comfort him. As he nodded, it worked flimsily so as he just picked you up and carried you to the bed.
“Just lay here with me livestock and let me look at you.” He said softly, in a voice that was more pleading than commanded. As he studied your face and ghosted his fingertips over the scars.


“Don’t look at me!” You nearly snapped at him, as you turned around. Your shoulder shaking as your legs gave out and you feel to the floor as tears spilt down your cheek rapidly. And to keep from crying out you bite hardly into you bloody lip, hard enough to draw blood.
Shocked Kou stood still with wide blue eyes, he didn’t know how to feel. As it was the scent of your blood that snapped him out of his shocked state.
Walking up to you, Kou dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“I hate the idea of you in pain. Why did you ever hide this from me? I knew you were hiding something but I never imagined it would be this.” He said honestly, spilling out his thoughts,
“You freakin Kou Mukami and I’m just a victim of a fire. I look horrible. I thought you would shove me away. They all do. They try to stick around but in the end it’s took much for them to look at!”
Moving out of his arms you turned around to face him,
“Look at me, out of all the faces you could wake up to do you honestly want to wake up to mine!” You nearly shouted.
“Come here.” He said softly, blankly, as you moved closer.
Softly he brushed the tears away as he pulled out his phone and pulled you onto his lap, he started to record.
“Everyone knows that (y/n) is my sweet M-Neko-Chan. And for first time I have seen the left side of their face. Something she claimed to be hideous. They were a victim of a fire. Please all of you tell them how beautiful they still look. Because they questioned me is this the face I would want to wake up to everyday. And the answer to that is yes. But she isn’t convinced because of some stupid assholes that were blind. Please send her love.”
Shocked you say still in his lap as he posted the video to social media.
“Does that answer your question M-Neko-Chan?”


“Oi what the hell happened to ya?” He asked roughly,
“A fire.” You admitted, “when I was a young child. I got trapped inside the house as it was burning.” You said softly.
“Why the hell ya acting that way?” He asked confused as you looked up at him, shocked.
“Your not disgusted? Half of my face was burned and sometimes bleeds!” Exclaiming as you pointed to your face.
“No I mean I have some bad scars on my shoulder that will never go away. And I’ve seen worse.” Yuma shrugged then gave you a lopsided grin. “It makes ya strong, ya are a survivor! I’m proud of ya.” He grinned as he ruffled your hair,
“Now get silly idea of me being grossed out outta ya head. And come snuggle with me. I ran outta sugar-chan and new something sweet like ya self sow.” Yuma gave a cheesy grin as he blushed slightly.
“Also don’t go hiddin’ ya face anymore be proud ya survived a fire. And anyone that says anything I’ll pound them into the ground!” Yuma chuckled as he clenched his fist defensively, before relaxing as he made himself comfortable on your bed.
“Now ya parents aren’t home?” He smirked.


“Did it…feel good?” He questioned as he walked forward, and placed his cold hand on your burning and irritated cheek, it felt nice.
Shaking your head, Azusa frowned,
“I’m sorry….why did you…hide from…me? Your…scar is beautiful. It makes…you even more…beautiful….than before.” He said as he admired your scar.
“I-I expected you to be disgusted with me.” You admitted sheepishly as a blush tainted your other, unflawed, cheek.
“I’m covered in…scars…how could…I ever be…disgusted…with something…so breath…taking Eve?” He asked as he tilted his head to the side.
“I didn’t want to lose you, like I did the rest. I guess I was being foolish.” You admitted.
Azusa was lost in admiring your marred cheek, it made you look like a warrior angel to him, it was breathtaking.
He stopped as parts of it started to bleed. As you flinched away from his hand as pain flickered in your eye and danced away your face.
“It’s still tenders, after all these years. The scars sometimes reopen.” Azusa frowned then smoked as he kissed your other cheek, for fear he would upset the marred sin even farther.
“Let me…take care of…you Eve. I’ll…wrapped your…scars up nicely…and tend to you.” He said grabbed the supplies off of your dresser.
“Sit down…Eve.” He said as he softy began to dap the ointment onto your flesh, soothing the inflamed and angry cheek. As he blew on it softly, before he took care it wrapped it up snuggly.
“It should…feel better…when you wake up…now Eve will…you snuggle with me?” He asked softly with a gentle smile.


“This is what you have been hiding from me?” He asked unaffected but your heavily marred cheek.
“I-I was scared…that you would push me away.” You stuttered slightly as you flinched away.
“What you make you think of that foolish notion?” Carla sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.
“I don’t what you hiding your face from me anymore, understand pet.” Carla more or less commanded than asked, as you nodded.
“Now come on, I pushed off work to cuddle with you.” He smiled, “But not here, since your parents are absent I don’t believe they will noticed if your not home.” He grinned as he teleported back to his own room. “Now let’s enjoy ourself pet.” With that he laid down on bed with you next to him, s he wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled into the crook of your neck.

About a week later a servant (slave) came to retrieve you under the orders of Carla.
Taking you to his study, you were confused he barely asked you to come to his study….unless you were grave trouble.
Right away you started racking your brain for anything that you must have done wrong. But the idea baffled you, Carla had hardly been around the past week due to work. So you had been entertaining yourself around the manor waiting for him.
Finally you entered his study were Carla say in his favorite seat relaxed as you tried not to tremble. As you studied his face for any signs of anger.
He watched as you nearly trembled before him, and he couldn’t help but find it cute. But he wasn’t angry at you, but instead wanted to help you.
After seeing the distress that the scars gave you, and figuring that no human means would make them heal he turned to more supernatural means.
Carla knew it was safe has he had burned several humans, giving them the same marks you had, and used the demonic concoction on them.
Sure there had been fails and varying degrees successes but finally after a week of working on it he had it properly prepared.
“Your not in any trouble pet, in fact I have a gift for you. Now come here and close your eyes.” He commanded as you softly shuffled forward, relieved you weren’t in trouble but curious.
Once you closed your eyes your felt him out some cream softly on your burns, and on your eyelid, you still had your eye, but your vision was impaired slightly.
Your flesh started to tingle, and within a minute he pulled his hand away and told you,
“Open your eyes pet.” Doing as told he put a mirror in front of your face, your face was healed properly, and it appeared as if it never happened. And on impulse you took the mirror and set it aside as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
“I didn’t say you would hug me, but I’ll let this slide.” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you.


Right away he began to study your face,
“At least you still have you eye.” He grinned sudden as your eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
“What wait?” You asked confused, not understanding why he wasn’t disgusted with you.
“You expect me to be disgusted don’t you?” He asked with a chuckle as he walked up to you. “Nope. I mean have you seen where my eye used to be?” He asked as he started to take off his eye patch.
Studying the place where his eye once was, you felt a little better about your own scars. As you got on the tips of your toes and kissed the scared tissue softly.
“That tickled.” He muttered as you blushed away to see a blushing Shin.
“Maybe I should to the same to you!” With that he wrapped and arm around you as he cupped the back of your head while he covered your scars in light soft kisses that had you squirming and laughing till your side hurt.
Stoping as you started to cough slightly Shin was blushing as he brushed his lips across yours softly.
“Now what’s up with this no parents deal? Wanna have some fun?” He asked as he slipped his eye patch back on.

Laito (because I forgot him)

“Bitch-chan?” He asked confused as he stared at your face, “What happened?” He asked as he walked up to you and cupped your face,
“When I was little I was caught in a fire when the house was burning down.” You said as you looked away unable to meet his eyes for fear of how he might look at you.
“Your still beautiful little bitch and that hasn’t changed, so stop looking like that.” He whispered as he leaned down to kiss your scars softly. As he pulled you onto the bed and on top of him.
“Your not grossed out my-” Laito cut you off there,
“I don’t care what your last partner did, they were foolish for doing so. But aren’t I lucky? Because now your all mine little bitch. And I think my marks are fading away.” He purred softly, as his hands found their way to your thighs.