my friend went to the dark side

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Inuyasha and Kagome, acting like a married couple.

In Japan, and a lot of Asian countries, we don’t casually say “I love you,” not even to family and spouse. Public displays of affection are limited to hand-holding for couples. Anything more between them, like a quick peck on the cheek, could get you some embarrassed coughs or squeals from passersby (unless at an appropriate setting…like a nightclub?).

And it was worse in the past: I forget which innocuous painting – maybe Klimt’s “The Kiss” – either way it was considered so risqué that it was curtained off from the general public when first displayed in Japan, as if it was porn.

Originally posted by 12sora

Avert your eyes, children! They’re somewhat possibly maybe kissing!

Even now, students really do the whole confess-to-your-senpai-somewhere-private (it’s not just in anime), because it’s a formal affair. You don’t simply go up to a classmate in the hallway and say, “Hey, wanna grab a bite after school? Just you and me?” *wink*

You’ll give the poor kid an aneurysm.

Originally posted by bugbuttrainbow

Yes, that’s exactly the reaction you’ll get.

Which is why every affectionate behavior seen between InuKag, especially in a public setting, is indicative of some deep feelings. I’ve heard people say InuKag are friends first, and while I don’t disagree there’s gonna be a lot of suspicious side-eyes in Japan due to all the boundaries InuKag crossed, as if they skipped an entire step and immediately went from strangers to love interests.

Originally posted by oni-girrl

Perhaps, for but a moment like less than a nanosecond they were “just friends” before Cupid’s cruel heat seeking arrow struck.

But it doesn’t help that Inuyasha is like a kid stumbling in the dark regarding love: “Her presence soothes my soul,” “I feel stronger when I’m with her,” or “She’s the first person I ever trusted.”

Originally posted by therandomanimeguy

Dude, you’ve got it baaaaad for Kagome. I know you haven’t been exposed to a lot of positive influences, but c’mon…

In their situation, actions really do speak louder than words, since that stupid survivor-guilt-suffering Inuyasha thinks he doesn’t deserve happiness.

*Of course, this means Kouga’s declaration and actions were audacious on a whole ‘nother level.

Originally posted by cocaiinepapi

Uh…not quite that…actually, maybe by canine standards…

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Last night I experienced some @sixpenceee shit. I was walking around in my home town (which is actually really high in paranormal/spooky stuff like we have a new age store downtown. I live in the bible belt) and I had this pulling feeling to go down this road (first picture) and at the very end of it was this house (second picture) and I just got bad vibes all the way down the street. Before I go on I just want to mention I have a bit of a sixth sense. I get vibes from people or places and usually it’s only if I feel like they have bad intentions or if there is just a negative feeling or something, it’s a gut feeling and I usually listen to it. Anyway, about half way down there was this one road I felt like I needed to go down but the pull to this house was stronger.

I turned around to go back to the main road. The whole time though I kept turning around and checking out the house and stuff and I swear to god the hall light on the second floor was getting brighter the farther I walked away. I finally got to that crossroad again and I was just going to go back to the main road but I felt that pull again so I was like “this is a bad idea” but I did it anyway. Bad idea. I found out this crossroad ended near the cemetery. It was getting really dark and I knew it would be quicker to cut through the cemetery because it’s literally two blocks away from my house. So I went in. At night. There are only lights at the entrances and really dim ones on very few of the tombstones.

So I’m walking and I know I don’t need to freak out, it’ll just attract bad things but it was really dark and that house spooked me a bit. So I kept walking, occasionally turning on my flashlight on my phone to look at the paths a bit more clearly. I saw the gate near my house and thought this path I was on would lead me right to it but I took a step and stopped. There was no direct path, which was really weird because I swore there was a path there before. And I have a thing about cutting through the yard and being among the tombstones so I had to go around and take a longer path.

At this point I felt Something coming from the back/opposite side of the cemetery (for a small town, this is a huge cemetery) and I freaked and called my friend. I finally made it to my gate and went through. I was talking off my nerves and everything and I was starting to feel less bad vibes. I looked back and checked the gate a couple of times but one time I turned around and looked longer than just a glance and I got the worst feeling of the whole night. Whatever was following me made it to the gate. I’m a little mad I didn’t take a picture but I really didn’t want to stop for one. But just imagine a dark street with bare trees on one side of the road and some rough looking houses on the other with a gate at the end. And this gate is only tangible because of the yellow light cast upon it. Nothing seems to exist past this gate, there’s just black space behind it. It was eerie. I hightailed it out of there and stayed on the phone with my friend until I got home.

Mismatched

I have heterochromia.

My mom has it too, only hers is sectoral heterochromia. A part of her left eye is brown while most of it is blue. Mine’s complete. My right eye is brown, the left is blue. As a kid I’d get the most excited reaction out of the adults-

“His eyes are so beautiful!”

“Wow, they’re different colors!”

“How stunning!”

I’d like to say that my eyes are only one part of myself, that it’s just a slice of the pie that makes up me. But really, the only fascinating part of myself is the heterochromia. I’m average in grades. Height. Strength. IQ. Not much stunning charisma either- I tend to stick to myself.

But in the end, it’s my eyes that saved my life. And maybe the lives of a few others.

The killings started my sophomore year. A young couple going out to smooch in their car was found dead, mangled by some wild beast. Their faces had been eaten off, their tongues ripped out, and their eyes completely gone.

I didn’t know them, they went to the private school. All the same, the stories started up about the Gosbecks Knoll Beast.

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An Elucien Epilogue (ACOTAR fanfic)

This is an epilogue-esque ending to “A Court of Wings and Ruin”, so obviously SPOILER ALERT!

Summary: Lucien returns to Velaris after the events of ACOWAR, determined to be a better male than Tamlin and put aside his mating bond if that’s what Elain wants.

Thank you THANK YOU thank you to the wonderful, talented, and overall amazing @feyre-archerons-scrapbook // @the-other-sam for being my Beta reader and pointing out that somehow my brain decided Azriel was a “Shadowslinger” XD  She’s seriously the best- everyone follow her!

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anonymous asked:

Holy shit I didnt realize I loved dom!V until I went through your blog? Bless. Can I have some dom!V HCs <3

welcome to the dark side, my friend!

i did write something about dom!v punishing mc a while ago that you can read here, but here are some general headcanons about our favorite pastel bean as well (featuring some slight daddy kink bc we all know i’m a slut for that man)

~jane


  • You would think he has a weak and submissive personality after everything that happened with Rika, but after you taught him that it was okay for him to stand up for himself and what he wanted, he had slowly gained confidence
  • The first few times you were intimate he was really gentle and constantly asking if you were okay, but as time passed he made sure you knew who was in control 
  • Of course he still made sure that it was consensual, however you couldn’t help but notice that he initiated things more often
  • Previously innocent gestures like neck kisses and the way he held your hips got rougher and more demanding, until the point where he would pin you against something more often than not whenever you made out
  • Despite this, in addition to comments like “you look so pretty on your knees for me, my love” and how he would always tease you with his tongue until you begged him before he ate you out, you still weren’t prepared for the question he presented you in the middle of your cuddle session
  • “Hey princess, can I ask you something? How do you feel about… You know… Handcuffs… And toys? I hope I’m not being too forward, but the thought of you letting me wreck you honestly makes me so hard I can barely control myself…”
  • As you felt his warm breath against your neck and his hardening crotch against your backside, you had to admit to yourself that he was the actual definition of “gentleman in the street, beast in the sheets” and that you found the idea of letting him completely dominate you really appealing
  • His soft lips were pressed against your shoulder as he waited for your answer, and as soon as you confessed that you would like to try, his teeth sunk into the soft flesh, leaving marks for everyone to see
  • “Thank you, you wont regret it. I will take good care of you, my love… Now lay back and let daddy do the work”
  • i want to be dominated by that man god help me
  • Honestly, he would make a photo album of you tied up and/or begging for him, just for him to see
  • Because he is really tall, his favorite thing would the slightly initimidated, but lustfull look you got whenever he pinned you to the wall
  • On a more innocent note, his other favorite thing would be to hold you in his arms after he has ravished you, seeing how small and precious you are compared to him <3
Homecoming (Peter Parker X Reader) SMUT

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: THIS WAS WRITTEN AS MY APOLOGY TO ERIN FOR SENDING HER ANGST

Warnings: smut, underage smut, virgin reader

Word Count: 1,509

Tag List: @parkersenses @tom-cinnamon-holland @thelifeofanengineeringstudent @grant-valdes-holland @parkerroos @toms-spidey @sunrisehunny @peterletmebeanavengerparker @spideyboys @jor-da-na @lil-spidey @captainswriting @quacksoff @spideyr00s @spideyyss @tomhollandisthicc @underoosie @marvelsdaughter @babyparker @spideyyparker @rooyeun @focused-on-holland @peterfightmeparker @quackson-tommy @spiderquackson @spiderween @spidermanpiederman

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“(Y/N), I like you. I’ve liked you for a really long time. I know we’re just friends but i really want to be more. Will you go with me to Homecoming?”

When Peter said those words my whole world lit up. He had been my best friend and long time crush up until that point. He had asked me right after he got back from his battle with Vulture (even though Homecoming was a year away). I know that he’s Spiderman and Ned and I help from a safe place as “His two person guy in the chair” Ned found me info and I talked to Peter over the coms. Ned had tried doing both at first but he tended to ramble and it threw Pete off of his game. Together, the two of us were a well oiled machine. We did our best to keep Peter safe and informed while he was out as our friendly neighborhood web slinger. I knew alot of things.But Peter liking me back? That I didn’t know. So when he’d asked me to Homecoming, I had kissed him. I didn’t know how he would react but I knew I wanted to do it. And when he kissed back I was in heaven. He had asked me to officially become his girlfriend that night  and of course I quickly responded Yes. Now it was the day of Homecoming and I had been thinking. Peter and I had done some sexual stuff but we hadn’t gone all the way. And I really wanted to. I wanted him to be my first (and hopefully my last too). So I had done my hair and makeup, slipped on a matching set of decent lingerie that I could hide under my dress, and put on my beautiful burgundy dress. I was nervous and excited to see Peter. He rarely ever dressed up, but when he did you could tell how muscular he actually was. When I heard the doorbell downstairs my heart began to pound in my chest. I was excited for the dance and nervous and excited for what might come afterwards. I had already told my parents that I was sleeping over at my friend Ruby’s house after the dance so they wouldn’t be expecting me back. Ruby had been totally down with the plan and even gave me a condom, which was currently inside the clutch purse I was holding. I walked downstairs and saw Peter standing in the doorway holding a corsage box. As soon as he saw me, his eyes darkened with an unfamiliar look and he gulped hard. “You look beautiful (Y/N).” He says, awe clear in his voice. “I got you this. May says it should work with your dress.” Peter explains, opening the corsage box. Inside was a beautiful white rose corsage with silver ribbon. “Peter it’s beautiful.” I gasp. He takes it out of the box and clasps it around my wrist all while my mother snaps about a million photos. He kisses me on the cheek not facing my parents and whispers in my ear “You look so stunning in that dress. But I think it would look better on my bedroom floor.” He pulls away and smiles. My eyes widen as what he just said sinks in. Was he thinking what I was thinking? I sure as hell hoped so.

My mom had dropped us off at the school after snapping about a million more pictures. I would be glad to have them later but I honestly just wanted to be alone with Peter. He led me inside and we got our tickets checked. He pulled me into the dimly lit gym filled with teenagers and directly onto the dance floor. “You really do look so beautiful tonight.” He says, kissing my lips as he held me tightly against him. We swayed along to the music. “Were you serious about what you said earlier?” I ask looking into his gorgeous brown eyes. “Serious as a heart attack. I want you.” He murmurs as he strokes my face with his hand. “I want you too.” I say with a small smile. We danced to about 4 more songs before Peter asked me “Are you ready to go?” I nodded and he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the back exit of the school. “We’re gonna travel my way.” He says warning me. I kick off my heels and grasp them tightly with my clutch.  He wraps his arm around my waist and shoots a web out of one of the hidden web shooters on his wrists. And suddenly we’re flying. I close my eyes because of the height but sooner than I expected we were standing on the fire escape outside Peter’s apartment. “May is gone for the weekend. She went to go see an old friend in DC.” He says, opening the window into his room. He steps in and holds out his hand to help me through. I step into his room and set my heels down. I turn to Peter and before I know it his hands are on either side of my face and he’s pinning me to a wall. He kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and onto my shoulder pushing down the strap of my dress. He sucks a dark mark into the soft skin of my neck and then makes his way back up to my lips. “May I?” Peter asks, gently tugging on the strap of my dress I nod and he unzips it and guides it down my body. His eyes study my body covered in the lace lingerie and they darken with….. lust? He picks me up and carries me over to his bed, being careful not to hit my head on the top bunk. He lays me down and removes his webshooters, jacket, shirt, and pants leaving him only in boxers. He crawls onto the bed and positions himself so that he is kneeled in between my thighs. I lean up to kiss him and curl my fingers in his tousled brown hair. He kisses me back passionately and grinds his lower half against mine. I moan lightly and he groans at the contact. He looks into my eyes and asks “How much do you like this lingerie?” “Not very much it’s older and I got it on sale and-” he cuts me off by tearing the bodysuit in two, pulling it from my body. I go to cover myself but he holds my arms back. “No.” He growls studying my quickly hardening nipples. He leans down and takes on in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud. He looks up as he does this to see my reaction. He switches and continues on my other nipple. I slide my hand down his body until I find the tent in his boxers. I rub my hand against it making him growl. He removes his mouth from my breast, making me whine at the loss of contact. His hand slides down to the Apex of my thighs. He slides one finger into my wetness and I moan, loving the foreign feeling. “God you’re so wet and ready for me.” He says removing his finger from me and putting it in his mouth, tasting me. He moves one hand to slide down his boxers as he kisses me roughly. I want nothing more than to stretch you out over my cock princess.” He says, revealing his hard cock. It was so big. How would that fit? “It’ll fit just fine sweetheart don’t worry.” He says, hand on my chin to make me meet his eyes. He reaches onto his nightstand and grabs a condom. I guess I wasn’t the only one prepared. He tore it open with his teeth and slid it onto his penis. “Are you ready?” He asks moving so that his tip was pressed against my entrance. I nodded and he gently pressed into me. The stretch was a little uncomfortable but not painful. He fully seated himself inside me and then began to thrust. The friction had me seeing stars. I was moaning like a wanting whore as he fucked me. He couldn’t hold back his moans, so he put his head into the crook of my neck and muffled then against my skin. I knew I wouldn’t last long and judging by his noises he wouldn’t either. He picked up his pace and moved on had to my clit circling it with his finger. The pressure in my stomach was becoming almost too much to bear. Peters thrusts became rougher and faster. He thrust into me one last time and he and I came, our screams of each other’s names filling the air. Once my aftershocks were over he pulled out of me and threw the condom away. “I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispers into my ear, spooning me. “I love you too, Peter.” I respond sweetly. We then both drifted into an exhausted sleep.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.

A Halloween Terror

Okay y’all so I’m feeling even more edgy and angsty today. I’m going to be in a real mood for the next fews days, so I apologize before hand. Now I want to say, after this, I will post my first request! I’m also thinking of removing and reposting ‘An Accident’ in a month or so because its got a similar anxiety storyline to this one. But don’t fret, I’ll post a second chapter along with it! (Also, this is taking place during the filming of Season 3, so about a year in the future?

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety (again!), depression, just all around sadness, but with a happy ending.

Words: 1172

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Reader’s P.O.V ~

   As I woke up, an immediate sadness washed over me. I remembered the date, and breathed a huge sigh. October 31st. Halloween. The day where everybody dresses up in costumes and gets free candy. Except for me. I used to love the holiday, I made the best costumes, and got enough candy to fill two pillow cases. But now, I spent the day curled up in bed, closing myself off from anyone and everyone.

   “Hey, (Y/N)! Want to come down? David made us pancakes!” Gaten exclaimed, popping into my room unexpectedly. I jumped, having only heard it, due to my head under the blanket. 

   “No thanks, Gaten.” I said quietly, trying to steady my breathing. Getting scared today was not helpful to the situation.

   “You sure? They’re really good! And they’re in Halloween shapes!” I rolled over so I was the other way.

   “No Gaten. I’m not hungry.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. I felt like I was going to throw up. 

   “Okay…” He said, the door closing. I rubbed my eyes, breathing in and out slowly. I hated this day with a burning passion. 

   It was the anniversary of my when my Anxiety first struck. Whenever I told people, they usually laughed at me, telling me to get over it and just move on. But it’s harder then that. The memories of that first awful panic attack come up, and then you loose it. I hadn’t told anybody for two years now, after that embarrassing day when all of my friends laughed at me for being a wimp. So I just close myself off for a few days, get over it, and try to go back to being the short, bubbly girl everyone knew me as.

   About an hour later, I heard the door open again.

   “(Y/N), are you up yet?” The calming voice of Finn came floating into my room. My heart flew out of my chest. “Gaten said you sounded upset, I just wanted to see if you were alright.” I heard him walk over to my bed and sit next to me. 

   “I’m fine, Finn. Today just isn’t a good day for me.” I said, hoping to have ended to conversation. But he didn’t budge.

   “Come on (Y/N/N)! I want to help you!” 

   “I’m fine. Leave me alone.” I spit out. I felt awful for treating him like this. Finn didn’t say another word, he just… left.

   Nobody came in to check on me again. A good six hours later, I got up and dressed. I packed a bag with my wallet, a flashlight, and a water bottle, and tried sneaking down the stairs. I had just gotten past the living room when I heard David.

   “(Y/N), what the hell is up with you?” He asked. I watched as the others came out of the living room, as my eyes filled up with tears.

   “Nothing, David.” I said, spinning on my heel. I barely made it three steps before David grabbed my wrist. I tried shaking him off, but his grip was too strong.

   “Come on, we’re worried about you kid!” David said. I shook my head.  

   “No! Let me go!” I shouted. I wasn’t even aware that I was crying until I heard the tears fall onto the floor of the now silent room. I took the opportunity of David being off guard and ran to the front door, slamming it behind me. I bolted for my bike, and rode off.

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   I sighed as I finally stopped my bike at my destination. I was lucky enough that they had moved the filming destination to my home town. I looked around and squinted, seeing as it was now dark. The sounds of children laughter could be heard around me, happily trick or treating. I sighed as I sat at the edge of the soccer field. This is where it had happened.

   I was on my way to go meet up with my friends on the other side of the neighbourhood, to go trick or treating. In my excitement, I had decided to take a shortcut across the soccer field. 

   As I crossed, I realized how dark it actually was. I took a deep breath, telling myself I would be fine. Furthering onto the field, I got the feeling someone was following me. I turned around, only for someone in a clown costume to jump out behind me. 

   I didn’t really remember anything else. I screamed and fell to the ground. I couldn’t breathe. And then after it had stopped, I just went home and hid in my room. It happened a few more time before I told my mom, and I had gotten help.

   “(Y/N)?” I jumped slightly at the sound of Finn’s voice. Looking to my left, I saw him getting off of his own bike, and sitting down next to me.

   “Hi.” I choked out, bringing my knees to my chest. 

   “What’s going on? I promise you that I won’t laugh.” He said, scooting so that he was right next to me.

   “I have anxiety. And depression.” I explained. I looked over to Finn to see a confused and angered look on his face. 

   “People laughed at you for that?” He asked angrily. 

   “Not exactly. Tonight is the night that it first began for me, and because it’s the anniversary of it, I turn into an emotional, jumpy mess. They would laugh at me for being a loser and not going to school or trick or treating.” Finn put his arm around me, placing his hand at my waist. I felt my heart rate pick up, but for once, in a good way.

   “There’s nothing funny about that at all. In fact, that’s one of the most serious things I’ve ever heard.” Finn said. I sighed.

   “I just hate being this weak. It’s why I never told any of you.” Tears starting filled my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away. Finn pulled my hands away and looked me in my eyes.

   “You are not weak, (Y/N). You hear me? You are one of the strongest people I have ever met. Don’t ever tell yourself you are weak.” As I looked in his eyes, I saw this look of pure sadness in his eyes. 

   “Finn? Can I tell you something?” I asked, feeling a sudden burst of courage. 

   “Anything.” He confirmed with a little nod of his head. Then, I ldid what I had been wanting to do for two years. I leaned in, and I kissed him. I felt him kissed me back softly as he wrapped his other arm around me. We broke apart a moment later.

   “I really like you, Finn. You’ve always been there for me, and you didn’t laugh at me when I told you. Your my best friend.” I said, smiling shyly. He smiled back at me.

   “I like you too, (Y/N/N).” He kissed me again, before getting up, offering a hand. “What do you say we go home, yeah?” I nodded.

   “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

Welcome Home (Pennywise X Reader)

  @ihaveaseriousclownproblem wanted a more power using Pennywise so I hope I did well!


          A bit of you was always thankful for being born a couple years after Pennywise had gone back into rest when you heard the stories of those who survived him.  The more you heard though the more you became fascinated. You never wanted to admit it to yourself or your friends but you secretly kept track of the years until he would wake up again.  All you wanted was a glimpse of the fabled demonic clown.  When the news of a couple going on a murder spree spread through Derry you knew it was time for Pennywise to wake up.  If only you knew what was in store for you for Pennywise had known all along your curiosity, want, desire, and thoughts.

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anonymous asked:

Could you please post the passage where Jamie and Claire talk for the first time about him being Willie's father and which book it appears? Thank you!

Of course! This is one of my favorite scenes in Voyager.


He was silent for several minutes, and I was as well, not knowing how to take the conversation back to what I had seen and heard at Government House. 

I felt rather than saw him swallow, and he turned from the window to face me. There were lines of tiredness in his face, but his expression was filled with a sort of determination— the sort of look he wore facing battle. 

“Claire,” he said, and at once I stiffened. He called me by my name only when he was most serious. “Claire, I must tell ye something.” 

“What?” I had been trying to think how to ask, but suddenly I didn’t want to hear. I took half a step back, away from him, but he grabbed my arm. 

He had something hidden in his fist. He took my unresisting hand and put the object into it. Without looking, I knew what it was; I could feel the carving of the delicate oval frame and the slight roughness of the painted surface. 

“Claire.” I could see the slight tremor at the side of his throat as he swallowed. “Claire— I must tell ye. I have a son.” 

I didn’t say anything, but opened my hand. There it was; the same face I had seen in Grey’s office, a childish, cocky version of the man before me. 

“I should ha’ told ye before.” He was searching my face for some clue to my feelings, but for once, my giveaway countenance must have been perfectly blank. “I would have— only—” He took a deep breath for strength to go on. 

“I havena ever told anyone about him,” he said. “Not even Jenny.” 

That startled me enough to speak. 

“Jenny doesn’t know?” 

He shook his head, and turned away to watch the manatees. Alarmed by our voices, they had retreated a short distance, but then had settled down again, feeding on the water weed at the edge of the lagoon. 

“It was in England. It’s— he’s— I couldna say he was mine. He’s a bastard, aye?” It might have been the rising sun that flushed his cheeks. He bit his lip and went on. 

“I havena seen him since he was a wee lad. I never will see him again— except it might be in a wee painting like this.” He took the small picture from me, cradling it in the palm of his hand like a baby’s head. He blinked, head bent over it. 

“I was afraid to tell ye,” he said, low-voiced. “For fear ye would think that perhaps I’d gone about spawning a dozen bastards … for fear ye’d think that I wouldna care for Brianna so much, if ye kent I had another child. But I do care, Claire— a great deal more than I can tell ye.” He lifted his head and looked directly at me. 

“Will ye forgive me?” 

“Did you—” The words almost choked me, but I had to say them. “Did you love her?” 

An extraordinary expression of sadness crossed his face, but he didn’t look away. 

“No,” he said softly. “She … wanted me. I should have found a way— should have stopped her, but I could not. She wished me to lie wi’ her. And I did, and … she died of it.” He did look down then, long lashes hiding his eyes. “I am guilty of her death, before God; perhaps the more guilty— because I did not love her.” 

I didn’t say anything, but put up a hand to touch his cheek. He pressed his own hand over it, hard, and closed his eyes. There was a gecko on the wall beside us, nearly the same color as the yellow plaster behind it, beginning to glow in the gathering daylight. 

“What is he like?” I asked softly. “Your son?” 

He smiled slightly, without opening his eyes. 

“He’s spoilt and stubborn,” he said softly. “Ill-mannered. Loud. Wi’ a wicked temper.” He swallowed. “And braw and bonny and canty and strong,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him. 

“And yours,” I said. His hand tightened on mine, holding it against the soft stubble of his cheek. 

“And mine,” he said. He took a deep breath, and I could see the glitter of tears under his closed lids. 

“You should have trusted me,” I said at last. He nodded, slowly, then opened his eyes, still holding my hand.

“Perhaps I should,” he said quietly. “And yet I kept thinking— how should I tell ye everything, about Geneva, and Willie, and John— will ye know about John?” He frowned slightly, then relaxed as I nodded. 

“He told me. About everything.” His brows rose, but he went on. 

“Especially after ye found out about Laoghaire. How could I tell ye, and expect ye to know the difference?” 

“What difference?” 

“Geneva— Willie’s mother— she wanted my body,” he said softly, watching the gecko’s pulsing sides. “Laoghaire needed my name, and the work of my hands to keep her and her bairns.” He turned his head then, dark blue eyes fixed on mine. “John— well.” He lifted his shoulders and let them drop. “I couldna give him what he wanted— and he is friend enough not to ask it. 

“But how shall I tell ye all these things,” he said, the line of his mouth twisting. “And then say to you— it is only you I have ever loved? How should you believe me?” 

The question hung in the air between us, shimmering like the reflection from the water below. 

“If you say it,” I said, “I’ll believe you.” 

“You will?” He sounded faintly astonished. “Why?” 

“Because you’re an honest man, Jamie Fraser,” I said, smiling so that I wouldn’t cry. “And may the Lord have mercy on you for it.” 

“Only you,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him. “To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie— and yet ye love me.” 

I did touch him then. 

“Jamie,” I said softly, and laid my hand on his arm. “You aren’t alone anymore.” 

He turned then and took me by the arms, searching my face. 

“I swore to you,” I said. “When we married. I didn’t mean it then, but I swore— and now I mean it.” I turned his hand over in both mine, feeling the thin, smooth skin at the base of his wrist, where the pulse beat under my fingers, where the blade of his dirk had cut his flesh once, and spilled his blood to mingle with mine forever. 

I pressed my own wrist against his, pulse to pulse, heartbeat to heartbeat.

“Blood of my blood …” I whispered. 

“Bone of my bone.” His whisper was deep and husky. He knelt quite suddenly before me, and put his folded hands in mine; the gesture a Highlander makes when swearing loyalty to his chieftain. 

“I give ye my spirit,” he said, head bent over our hands. 

“ ’Til our life shall be done,” I said softly. “But it isn’t done yet, Jamie, is it?” 

Then he rose and took the shift from me, and I lay back on the narrow bed naked, pulled him down to me through the soft yellow light, and took him home, and home, and home again, and we were neither one of us alone.

anonymous asked:

Actual Angel Dadsona that saves the other Dads from demon infestation. Like he's all bloody and his wings all spread out to protect the Dads from the demons.

((Not sure if you wanted this to be a one on one sort of thing or a “they’re all together” thing so I went with the “all together” kind! I hope that’s okay! ))

Robert is going to fight by your fucking side, my friend. He’s not one to sit back and be saved. If you’re playing for keeps, so is he. As the darkness descends on the two of you (who had just moments before been enjoying a nice fuckin barbecue in Joseph’s backyard), he would stand tall by your side. Robert’s rough, calloused hand would fall against your shoulder, and he’d pull a switchblade out of his pocket. “You’re my ride or die, man. Let’s fucking do this.”

Joseph’s a man of faith, and therefore automatically assumes the role of the healer. Although it takes him a moment to gather his courage, he’d pull out his pocket bible and settle in for one hell of a fight. He definitely has enough crosses in his home to make sure all of the parties involved have one for protection purposes, and he blesses all everyone as well. When someone gets hurt, Joseph is immediately at their side to tend to the wound and pray over them. In this kind of battle he’s an invaluable resource, and he continues to give you reassuring smiles despite the both of you getting spattered in blood.

Mat panics. Between the terrifying reality that this could possibly be when he dies and the stunning fact that you’re an ANGEL, his brain practically short circuits and he goes into a full blown panic attack. You try to calm him, your body shaking from the blows as you wrap your large wings around the two of you, and give him a hopeful (albeit painful) smile. You’re not what gets him through this, though; Carmensita is. I imagine his thought process is along the same lines as Aaron Burr in the song The World was Wide Enough: “This will not make an orphan of my daughter.”

Hugo is a fucking fighter by choice, and that means he knows his way around the ring. He would shrug off his jacket, tuck his glasses away with them, and stand at your side, fists up, ready to throw tf down. “Easy, Brie-zy, Beautiful is ready to conquer the world yet again,” he jokes, giving you a confident grin. “Let’s teach those little bitches who’s boss.” Maybe Hugo is a little TOO excited to tussle.

Damien isn’t particularly good at fighting, but world be damned if he’s not an amazing strategist. He’s also very familiar with the capabilities of your foes (“Horror movies are frightening, my love, horror history is not”) so Damien takes on the role of commander. He thinks through all possible courses of action and, although he’s momentarily stunned by your brilliance, he quickly comes up with a plan of attack. During the entire fight he’s pointing out weak spots. He actually teams up with You, Robert and Hugo, the best fighters of the bunch, to do a lot of damage.

Brian basically acts as a human shield. He’s not well-versed in fighting tactics, but he can handle a lot of impact, and his immediate instinct is to try to protect you. It doesn’t matter to him that you’re an angel. You’re someone he loves and he’s not going to let anyone lay a hand on you. Seeing you as torn up as you already are hurts him more than he can express, and Brian is the most courageous of the bunch. He’s there when you need him and willing to take on any enemy in order to save you. He makes the mistake of trying to stand in front of you rather than at your side, and you have to level with him that this is about protecting each other. He can’t always be a hero.

Craig is your man ‘til the end. If you’re doing this then so is he, brochacho. He’s the fastest and has the most experience with injuries (you think raising three sporty girls didn’t result in a broken arm or two?), so he works with Joseph to make sure every injury is being treated. He also acts as a moral booster—constantly calling out to you that you got this, just a little bit longer, you’ve handle worse before, etc. Much like Robert, Craig considers you a ride or die.

anonymous asked:

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” + Otayuri

I need to write more fluff. Thanks for this, anon. 


“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified,” the words tumbled out in a single, vodka laced breath. And Otabek fucking laughed. “What’s so funny, asshole?” Yuri slurred, rolling over onto his stomach so he could glare at the dark haired man laying in the grass beside him, “I just told you I think I love you and the best you can do is laugh?”

“Yura,” Otabek paused as he tried to smother his chuckles, reaching a hand over to clasp one of the blonde’s, “You’ve been in love with me since first grade.”

“Oh you think so, do you?” Yuri snorted, but blood rushed to his cheeks, realizing his best friend wasn’t wrong.

“Yep, I know so,” he curled his fingers around Yuri’s, turning his head to the side to match his dark eyes with emerald, “Remember that day that your grandpa’s air conditioner went out during summer break, and I brought you a cherry popsicle? That was it. You’ve been smitten ever since.”

“You make me sound so easy, winning my love with popsicles.” He scooted a little closer.

“If it makes you feel any better, it’s taken years of gifting you food to make you realize it.” Otabek let his arm drape across Yuri’s shoulders as casually as if it were an accident.

They laid silently for a moment before the tipsy blonde propped his chin up on his best friend’s chest. “Hey, Beka?”

“Mm?”

“Do you… I mean… you–”

“Yeah, I do… love you too, I mean.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Cool. Thanks.”

“Did you just thank me for loving you?” Otabek couldn’t contain his drunken chuckles again, but this time he pulled Yuri, his Yuri, closer, stifling them into a head of silk gold.

“Don’t laugh at me,” the smaller of the two whined, half heartedly swatting at him, “I’m new to all this, okay? You’ve apparently been stewing on it for ten years and didn’t even think to tell me we were in love. What does this change? I’ve never been in love before.”

Otabek shrugged, bringing their shared flask to his lips for another quick swig, “I dunno. Nothing, I guess, but I’ll probably kiss you now, if that’s okay.”

Yuri gave a thoughtful shrug of his own as he contemplated this, “Yeah, I think that would be fine.”

Fandom: The Hobbit
Length: 3363
Imagine: Imagine being best friends with Fili and Kili and doing everything together like you’re a sister to them. And when you get in a tickle fight Thorin storms off in a jealous rage because he wishes he was that close to you
A/N: I started this story back in July and I just couldn’t figure out a way to end it until today :D This takes place in the modern AU I’ve imagined for the Durin’s.

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Aoi and Reita discuss girls who pee together (Rajigaze Jan 20)

(Dark Side Mail) 

Reita: “The other day I had a negative conversation with my coworker, and it reminded me of this story from when I was in high school. One day after school, I went out to eat with my friends and one of their friends, there were maybe 4 or 5 of us. We were all having a good time, when one of my friend’s friends said they had to go to the bathroom. They stood up and were like, ‘I bet you guys are gonna start talking shit about me as soon as I’m gone.’ We weren’t thinking that in the slightest, but they weirdly convinced me that some people actually do that. Since then, whenever I go out with two or more people, I’m a little scared to go to the bathroom. I do think it was that friend’s Dark Side, but couldn’t you say I have a Dark Side too since they influenced me? Are you two more positive people or negative people? Are there ever times where you think, ‘wow I’m being really negative’? I’m negative in that if a group of people near me are laughing, I assume they’re laughing at me….Happy Birthday Aoi-san.”

Aoi: Aww thank u for that!!!

Reita: “We Rock.”

Aoi: Hmm but like…idk I feel this! I’m pretty negative so 

Reita: Yeah but like (laughing) do you say “I bet you’re gonna talk shit about me as soon as I leave…?” Like, I’ve heard that girls say that kinda stuff but…

Aoi: I say that sometimes!

Reita: Huh??

Aoi: Like, heard u was talkin shit

Reita: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Aoi: Like, U THOUGHT

Reita: Oh you say it like that huh

Aoi: Ye

Reita: Yeah but at least that way it sounds tough u know?

Aoi: Yeah for sure

Reita: I feel like you’ll get shit-talked because you said that tho (laughs)

Aoi: Ah yeah…hmm…..

Reita: But I guess some people are just like that huh.

Aoi: No but, if people around me are laughing I also think they’re laughing at me!

Reita: Really!?

Aoi: Yeah! That’s why I don’t like trains and buses and…public places like that…

Reita: You think people will talk about you?

Aoi: Yeah, and it’s not like I’m overly self-conscious or anything, I’m just thinking like….what if…..

Reita: What if it’s me [they’re laughing at etc]?

Aoi: Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Reita: Ahhhh….

Aoi: Hmmm…yeah…

Reita: I never think that, like, what if they’re laughing at me and stuff

Aoi: Yeah u don’t huh

Reita: But one time in Shibuya Uruha heard someone say “that dude’s hair is long!!!”

Aoi: (laughing) omg really??

Reita: (laughing) Yeah, like, there’s definitely ppl in Shibuya with longer hair! Why are you talking about him?

Aoi: Right…

Reita: But anyway, I heard girls invite other girls to go to the bathroom with them so they won’t talk shit [while they’re gone]. 

Aoi: Really?

Reita: Well idk if it’s true but I’m sure some of them do 

Aoi: So what do they do about…u know…peeing together…the sound…u know…we’re fine bc we can just hit that angle [where the pee doesn’t make noise gwuhisdolgh] can girls do that too?

Reita: Girls can probably hit some angle too 

(both laugh)

Aoi: Man, I’ve always wondered about that so much! Cause like, it’s water underneath right?

Reita: Omg right

Aoi: Right

Reita: Tru

Aoi: Tru…like..what do u get out of peeing with ur friend

(both laugh)

Reita: Yeah and like, with guys it’s standing, right, so we can stand next to each other and have a conversation, but girls have stalls, right?

Aoi: Yeh

Reita: Wouldn’t you be scared to have a conversation in stalls? (laughs) Like if someone came in…

Aoi: Totally…idk….

Reita: Like why do they invite each other to the bathroom? 

Aoi: Hmm…

Reita: Is there some reason they don’t like going alone?

Aoi: Hmm…

Reita: Omg wouldn’t it be scary if like, you had a group Line with 5 friends, and then like 3 or 4 of them had their own group line??

Aoi: Ahh, it happens.

Reita: ……..Can I see ur Line groups

Aoi: No no no no no no

Reita: (laughs) U guys don’t have a Line group?

Aoi: No no no no no. Trust me!

Reita: But I bet kids at school totally do that. I would feel so bad…if I was a principal I would make it so that the school didn’t get service

(both laugh)

Day 3 of Make-Up MariChat May: Injured 

*EDIT: If you like this story, you can read part 2 and part 3!

“Thinking of You” Part 1

She hadn’t meant to, really. He had completely surprised her, and she had reacted out of instinct.

He rubbed his nose, hot tears edging his bright green eyes.

“I’m really sorry about that,” she apologized saccharinely, though still sincere.

“Guess that’s what I get for trying to be sneaky…” he groaned. “Karma. Or my own bad luck.”

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This is New (part 1)

This picture is a concept art piece of Hades and Persephone. I don’t know who the artist is but all credit goes to them. It reminds me of the movie Strange Magic, but when I showed it to @raining-ohana-muses they said it looks like Peter Pan has been gender swapped. And so that’s what inspired this story.

I hope you guys like it.

And Lette my love, thank you for inspiring this story xx

Warnings: so much swearing, period talk n what not, magic, sad peter, pronoun issues??? platonic fluff, angst?? idk everyones just yellin’ all the time.


During the night I woke up to the sound of aguing. One of the voices was Peter’s so out of concern for my friend, I rolled out of bed and went outside to see what was going on.

It was then that I realised the other voice was female.

I stood taller so that I could see over the tents but to no avail.

There was a crash, like someone had thrown something against the wall  of the tree house.

I saw a fast, hooded figure jump down from the balcony and begin running to the woods.

I picked up a large stick that was near me and threw it hard at this person.

It struck the side of their head and tore their cloak from their body.

From her body.

This girl had long dark hair, decorated with braids and beads. her skin was so pale it was almost grey.

Her pitch black eyes bore through me before she turned and continued running.

That’s the last thing i remember.


   “Y/N!!” I heard an unfamiliar voice screeching my name from the other side of camp, way too early in the morning for me to not scream back.

   “WHAT?!” I howled, stumbling from my tent in a panic.

   “COME TO THE TREE HOUSE!” the voice screamed again. “NOW!!!”

   “Jesus fuck-” I hissed as I tripped over tent ropes on my way to Peter’s tree house.

There was something vaguely familiar about this voice screaming for me but I couldn’t place it.

It was British and that’s all I could get for now.

I scrambled my way up the ladder.

   “WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING AT ME BEFORE BREAKFAST HAS EVEN BEGUN TO BE MADE?!” I shouted as I stormed through the door only to be met by a girl i didn’t recognise sitting in Peter’s bed with his covers wrapped around her shoulders.

But just like the voice screaming at me, there was something familiar about her I couldn’t figure out.

   “W-who are you?” I ooked at the strange girl.

   “Y/n,” she sighed, as if she were releived. “Shut the door,”

I looked from her to the open door but aside from that I didn’t move.

   “Ugh,” she grunted bfore waving her hand and shutting the door with magic.

When she did this her fingertips glowed light green, just like Peter’s.

   “Who are you,” I said more feircly, stepping forward.

   “It’s me dumbass!” she stood up from Peter’s bed and let the covers fall from her shoulders.

She was wearing Peter’s clothes, but they looked a little too tight around her chest and hips.

She ran her hand through her light hair, and raised her perfectly arched eyebrow.

   “Oh fuck," I looked at her in shock as it clicked in my head.

Her dirty blonde hair was the same caramel shade as Peter’s. But maybe a little longer. Her big green eyes were just as big and green as Peter’s. Her angular cheeks were just as angular as Peter’s. Her ears stuck out just as much as Peter’s.

  "Pe-,” I couldn’t breathe. “Peter?”

She -he?- looked at me so afraid.

   “Dude what the fuck?” I ran my hand through my hair in stress. “What the- how in- who? WHAT IS GOING ON?”

Then something I would never have expected from Peter of all people.

He -she?- started crying.

   “I don’t knooo-ho-hooooow,” she -he? He.- wailed. “I feel like I’m dying! My hips feel like they’re on fire, there’s a bruised feeling on my chest, my lower back feels like I lost a fight to a dragon, guts feel like that time i got stabbed and on top of everything I’m so angry and tired I don’t know how to feee-he-heeeeel!”

   “Alright babe,” I tried to hold back my laughter at the sight of Peter Pan sobbing like a spoiled child that’s been told no. “Have you been to the bathroom today?”

   “No?” he looked at me half angry half confused. “Why?”

   “Go to the bathroom,” I instructed. “And here take this,”

I reached into the small cupboard and pulled out a hand towel.

   “Why are you giving me a rag?” he asked but took it from me none the less.

   “Because you’re on the rag,” I pointed to his crotch.

There was a dark stain spreading down the inside of his thighs.

   “Oh,” he looked down at himself. “OH!”

He fell down to the ground sobbing again.

   “Alright sweetie,” I knelt down in front of him and hugged him tight. “C'mon, lets go up to the falls up river to clean you up. Are you good to blink us there or do I need to get the Shadow to carry us?”

He didn’t answer with word, but I understood his answer because the next moment we were kneeling by the water’s edge in central Neverland, far from any of the lost boys.

   “How did this happen?” I asked his as he started stripping his soiled clothes. “Was it that girl I saw leaving your tree house last night?”

   “You saw her?” he looked at me, surprised. “Yeah it was her. She’s a very powerful sorceress I pissed off back in the day,”

   “Noo…” I said in mock surprise. “You? Pissed off someone? And a woman at that? Impossible,”

   “shut the fuck up and help me!” he screeched.

   “What do you want me to do?” I laughed at his outburst. “It’s not like I can turn you back,”

   “She said the spell would wear off once I’d learned my lesson,” he grumbled and peeled his shirt off, freeing his now enlarged chest.

   “Whoa!” I shouted in actual surprise and covered my face with my arm. “Dude,”

   “What?” I heard him say. “Oh,”

There was a moment of silence then I swore I heard him giggle.

I slowly peaked over my arm to find out what he was giggling at.

He held his hands to his chest and was lightly fondling his new boobs.

   “Gees why don’t girls do this all the time,” he asked with a stupid grin.

   “Because of this,” I reached forward and poked and area of his chest that was exposed, roughly jabbing the breast tissue under his skin.

   “OW! WHAT THE FUCK!?” he squealed.

   “Yeah exactly, shut up and go clean yourself,” I grumbled and pushed him toward the water.

   “You’re really mean, you know that?” he whined and started to walk to the water in his trunks.

   “I know,” I smiled and picked up his bloody pants. “Want me to clean these? You’re going to want to soak them,”

   “Yes please,” he looked down at himself as if he had no idea what to do. “Uhm… is it safe to get water all up in my… y’know?”

   “Hmm?” I looked up to see him gesturing to his very female body. “Oh yeah should be fine. Magic island ‘n’ what not, shouldn’t kill you. It’ll feel super weird though,”

   “Alright,” he stepped further into the water and I saw him lower his trunks under the surface before using his magic to send them to my outstretched hand. “Hey Y/n?”

   “Yeah?” I caught his underwear and added them to the pile of soiled clothes.

   “Thanks,” he smiled. 

   “No problem,” I smiled back.


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Sam’s First Kiss

Just a wee fluffy Sam drabble to commemorate one year since my first (and only ever) kiss with a boy who managed to make my world so much better for such a short period of time. (Sorry for being so sentimental but ah well)

Originally posted by writingissatansworstnightmare

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Trouble Part 2 (Tom)

Part One

Requested- You should definitely do a Part 2 to Trouble! It was amazing😍

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One week had passed since the heated encounter of you and Tom. You hadn’t had a chance to talk to or be with him privately, but you wanted to. You could feel the boy’s gaze lingering on you during classes, and yes, you were staring at him, too. You found yourself dozing off during class, which was unusual as Potions was your favourite class in Hogwarts. The bell rang, and the class was dismissed. You stood up, gathering your belongings. “Ms. y/l/n?” Professor Slughorn called. 

“Yes, professor?” You looked up at him, and he was smiling with Tom on his side. 

“I was just telling Tom, m’boy, here that I’ll hold a party tonight. You should come, too, it will be great to have you there! So proud to have you in my Slytherin house.” Slughorn replied cheerfully, patting Tom on the shoulder. “Oh and, Ms. y/l/n, don’t forget, you are allowed to invite a date,” he chuckled. Beside the man, Tom was smirking like usual with his hands in his pocket, and you felt your cheeks slightly heated.

“I-” You started, but was immediately interrupted by the professor. 

“Great, we will see you tonight, then!” He said, eyeing you happily. “Tom, you may leave now, sorry to take so much of your precious time.” The dark-haired boy smiled politely, “it was nothing, sir, I’m glad to.” Slughorn patted his back again and entered his own office. You stood frozen, aware that you were alone with the incredibly handsome yet graceful boy in front of you. “A party, huh?”

“A rather useful one,” he spoke, appearing to be thinking deeply.

“You still haven’t answered my question from last time.” You stated curiously, “what was it that you were thinking about?” 

Tom narrowed his eyes. The corners of his lips were lifted up, “why are you so interested in me?”

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Reason to laugh

“Wilford. Where were you?!… What happened?” Dark tossed his book on the couch and stood up. Wilford gave him a pained smile. He kept a hand pressed against his side. “I just… I just got into an uh… an altercation…” Dark frowned. “Wilford… What happened?” He walked over to him and grabbed his arm. “Dark… I’m fine.” Another pained smile. “Wilford. Let me see your side.” He had a serious look on his face. “I… I’m fine…” He moved his arm and sighed. “What did you do William?” He had a large gash in his side. Wilford stepped back, a look of shock on his face. “What did you call me?” He looked at Dark and furrowed his brows. “Dark… Did you call me William? How do you…? How do you know my name?” Dark froze. “That… That’s not important…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes it is… Th-there’s only one person who knows my name… And I haven’t seen him in years… So how the fuck do you know my name?” Wilford pulled his arm out of Darks grasp. “It… It doesn’t matter.” He went red with anger. “Yes it does! There is only one person who knows my name! So how the fuck do you know it!?” Darks face fell. Wilford paused, the thought finally clicking into place. “There’s n-no way… D-Damien…?” Dark smiled fondly at the mention of his old name. “But… How…?” He looked at Wilford, a small smile lingering. “I could ask the same about you… William…” Wilford stared at him, gape-mouthed. “But… But.. How… How? You… I… I haven’t seen you since… Since the… Incident… At Marks manor…” He grimaced at the thought. “It’s… A long story… But we can talk about that later. You are bleeding out. So, bathroom. Now.” They walked into the bathroom and Wilford sat on the counter. Dark gently moved his hand and lifted his shirt up revealing not one but 4 large gashes on his side. “Wilf… What happened…?” He opened a drawer and grabbed bandages. “I got in a fight… This is nothing compared to what I did to that asshole. He’s lucky he got out alive.” He sighed, stifling a laugh. “Put what… 5 bullets in him. Ran away screaming and crying like a little baby.” He couldn’t help it. He laughed, nearly dropping a pair of scissors. Wilford smiled a little before wincing. Dark cleaned the wounds, and grabbed a roll of gauze. “Are you sure you’re a doctor Dark? You do more bodily harm then you help.” Wilfords tone was playful. Dark looked up and rolled his eyes. “I’ve cleaned more wounds than you would know. I know what I’m doing.” He wrapped an entire roll of gauze around him, making sure all the gashes were covered. “Alright. I’d go to Dr. Iplier just to be safe. I may know how to dress wounds but I don’t know how to properly care for them.” Wilford looked at his side and smiled. “You did a good job. Thanks Dai-Dark. Just… Thanks…” Dark went a light tint of red. “It’s no problem. I wasn’t just going to let you bleed out. I’ve known you way to long. And you’re… God… you’re my best friend.” He stood up and walked over to the door. “Damien wait…” He turned around. Wilford stood up and walked over to him. “You alright Wilf?” Dark gave him a small smile. “I’m fine… But there’s something I need to do. At least once…” Wilford grabbed his arm and leaned up, kissing him.  He stepped back, his cheeks flushing red. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have…. I… Just… I… I should go…” He tried to push past Dark. “Wait.” Dark grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “Just… Let me go…” Wilford tried to shake Dark off to no avail. “Wait… Please…” He turned around, keeping his eyes on the floor. “What…?” Dark smiled. “Please look at me.” Wilford slowly looked up, still refusing to look him in the eye. Dark leaned down and returned the kiss. Wilford instinctively tensed up but quickly melted into his arms. “I… never thought that would happen…” Darks voice was soft. “Neither did I…” Wilford had a stupid grin on his face. “So…. Where do we go from here…?” He thought for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know… Bedroom?” Dark laughed and swatted the back of his head. “William!” Wilford laughed. “Alright alright. Sorry… It’s good to hear you laugh…” Dark smiled, hugging him tighter. “It’s good to have a reason to laugh.”

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Hey, I said nothing dirty. I never said anything about dirty jokes. Plus, Wilford and dirty jokes are just a perfect combination. Also don’t put to much thought into the title. I had nothing. So don’t judge me to harshly. K? Good. Alrighty. Bye bye! 

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