oh so pleasant

War Lords: The Beginning

Description: Sometimes, we all need to let a little loose on the control we have in our lives.

Genre: Smut (18+)

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: Dubious consent, heavy D/S themes, references to crime and murder, dark themes, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral sex, degrading names, breathplay, cumplay, spanking

Pairing: NamjoonxReaderxHoseok

A/N: I’m back, bitches. And what better way to come back than with the long-awaited arrival of the first installment of War Lords. Enjoy, my pretties. ;)

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I love China and Skulduggery

First we get “lessens, but never entirely goes away, does it, Skulduggery?” and the fucker staying quiet. Then we get China actually hugging and thanking Valkyrie for going to save him. China more than likely being the only person okay with her doing this

I think about the two of them alot. I think about what would’ve happened when they met all those years ago. She fell in love with him, he would’ve fallen in love with her and China would’ve used that to her advantage, right? Something would’ve happened between them? Maybe that’s why she got so jealous of his wife, because she took Skulduggery away from her

“When it comes to China, you rarely know what you’re doing”
That’s what Ghastly said. But what made him say that? Does Ghastly know about things they possibly did? We don’t know, but I sure do like to think about it. Plus, the only time China has ever been vulnerable is when someone threatened to jeopardise her realtionship with Skulduggery.

Everything we’ve gotten about China and Skulduggery has been… subtle. You don’t really notice it unless you look. The way she teases him, the way he stays silent. Is he ashamed of the way he let him get to her? Does he not want to be in love again? So many questions and so very few answers. But even after everything China did to him, he still cares about her. He still insisted on getting help when she was dying. “I can’t just stand here and watch you die”

But what happned after all that? China pretty much confessed that she loved him. Sure, his head was probably filled with other things with Valkyrie being gone and all but did he ever talk to China about it? Maybe he remembers how things used to be between them but knows they can’t have that anymore. He still cares about her though, he still loves her and she still loves him. There has to be a history there keeps them together after all these years. We don’t know but goddamn I want to know


A Cure For Each Other

- yo yo yo this is my first story whoop! sorry it has a few sad parts in it lol its all i could think of. i hope you all enjoy it and feel free to request a scenario w any of the svt members!!! ♡

-1559 words
-fluff with a hint of sadness


study! study! study! thats all i heard from everyone. from my parents who pressured me to be better than everyone else. from my teachers who labeled me as their star student. from my few friends who just wanted the best for me. it was all tiring though. i never had free time. i never had random friday night get togethers with someone. i was  always alone with silent tears and studying.

my current thoughts consumed my entire mind until the sound of the classroom door opening disrupted those oh so “pleasant” thoughts.

“Mr. Chwe. Late again I see. Must I have to call your parents?” asked Mrs. Smith with obvious annoyance lacing every word.

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skulduggery & wife headcanons post

for anyone not familiar with my trash headcanons, my name for skul’s wife is demelza bc it got infuriating just calling her ‘skul’s wife’

also this may be the longest post i have ever come up with holy shit this is the result of like 45 messages to @tanzani-coil on skype

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chipmunkwithwings  asked:

so something like: nathan waking up to find he must have gone to vlads in his wolf form, curled up on the bed like a big puppy and now he has no clothes, and vlad is in the kitchen making him a big breakfast.

Oh gosh, this is so close to an actual scene in the book you have no idea haha hmmmmmm lemme think.

The world looked different through the eyes of a wolf. Often times what seemed irrational to the human part of the brain, could make perfect sense to the part that insisted four legs were better than two.

He tried again, digging his claws in and trying to fit his snout under the door. He could smell what he wanted on the other side, and he was determined to get to it, even if he had to dig his way through the flagstone to do so.

The door opened with an irritated jerk, and the occupant looked around then down. The part of him that insisted two legs and opposable thumbs were useful traits to have, recognized the vampire as Vlad. The rest of his lunar addled brain simply thought of him as his. His vampire. His person. His.

Vlad opened the door farther to let the giant wolf into the room, sighing heavily when the wolf brushed up against him and left a trail of fur from shins to hip bone. He didn’t even bother trying to brush it off. 

“You’re supposed to be out running through the forest.” He said, somewhat reproachfully.

The wolf made a low sound deep in his chest flicking his ears to convey his displeasure with the current outside world. He didn’t so much mind the rain, but lightning still made him skittish.

“Oh fine, come on then.” Vlad muttered, padding back toward his darkened bedroom and crawling back into the gargantuan overstuffed bed they’d been sharing these past few months. He held the cover open, expecting him to settle at his back as he had done several times before, but after some consideration he settled neatly at the foot of the bed, resting his head on the vampire’s feet.

“You are so weird.” Vlad said, but even the canine part of Nathan’s brain could hear the smile in his voice. He snuffled softly in response, breathing in the room, the familiar scents that were so uniquely Vlad enveloping him in a warm happy haze. Hey lay still for a while, listening to the other man drift between wakefulness and sleep, watching the moon through the still open window, letting the sounds of the forest drift in.

 This, the wolf knew, was happiness.


Morning broke, and Nathan awoke with it. There was a brief moment of disorientation where he wondered where he was before some hazy recollection connected, matching up the missing dots between canine and human brain.

“Oh gods,” he muttered, realizing that he was curled up, not in their bed, but at the foot of it. “Ugh.”

He’d heard of puppy love but sometimes the wolf really took it too far.

Vlad appeared at the doorway, dressed down in only a pair of black trousers and a white shirt and casual waistcoat, his sungoggles perched atop his head. “Mornin’. Feeling a little rough, are we?”

“If that was a pun,” Nathan rasped out, struggling to work moisture into his mouth as he sat up on the edge of the bed, “then you can fuck right off.”

The vampire chuckled, crossing over the short space and pressing a mug into Nathan’s hands.

“Oooh I love you.”

“Are you talking to me or the coffee?” Vlad asked, wryly, grunting when Nathan reached out and pulled him against him, nuzzling his face against Vlad’s abdomen and trying to drink his coffee at the same time.

“Don’t make me choose.”

“Hmm,” Vlad hummed in response, lifting his hands to run them through Nathan’s unruly hair, nails dragging over his scalp in that oh so pleasant way. “You don’t have any clothes in here you know.”

“Oh no, what a shame.” Nathan deadpanned, leaning further into the touch.“I’ll just have to stay here. In your bed all day. Naked.”

The vampire snorted, allowing himself to be manhandled as Nathan set aside the mug and began unbuttoning his waistcoat. “Some of us have things to do you know.”

“Yes,”Nathan agreed as he wrapped both arms around Vlad’s waist and toppled him unceremoniously onto the bed. “Me.”

The Peculiars as Things My GF and I did at a Haunted Farm

Because @missdensmore did one I’m doing one too

Jacob- Gripped onto the person in front of him’s shirt so much he stretched it out.

Emma- Didn’t. Scream. Once. At all.

Millard- Laughed at one of the masked employees literally climbing into a fridge.

Bronwyn- Felt bad and apologized for hysterically screaming and yelling random things because she thought she ruined the experience for everyone else.

Hugh- Began to sing the Dora the Explorer theme in a hysterical attempt to calm down


Enoch- To Horace: “Stop being so scared, they target the weak”


Olive- Walked up to one of the employees and asked “how was your day sir?” with a big ole smile, to which they replied “oh my gosh that’s so nice”

Claire- To a clown mask dude with rlly sharp teeth: “Ohmygosh, I love your teeth! You have to get me in touch with your dentist!”

achameleonsfantasy  asked:

So! Family headcanon: What kind of influence do you think will Skulduggery have on the Edgleys (Alice, parents, maybe Fergus?) after TDOTL?

OKAY RIGHT BUCKLE UP I HAVE EMOTIONS ABOUT THIS also i see you over here in my notifications and i love you

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j o s h u a ! s c e n a r i o

p u n k ! a u

word count: 3, 644

includes: a slight christmas theme (i know, it’s kinda late lmao) + joshua likes playing his electric guitar at the most inconvenient times + some heated stuff but not smut, so just be warned!

✎ okay but srsly imagine punk!jisoo who plays in a band and plays electric bass guitar nd he’s got some piercings and the tousled hair with dark eyeliner, i’m sweatin. have an amazing holiday guys!! stay warm if yall got some of that cold ass weather. also he’s such a fluff it’s so hard 2 find badass gifs of him,,

That was the fourth time Joshua had strummed his electric guitar today, since the blanket of frost sticking persistently to your window had grown more opaque, shimmering under sunlight sprinkled from meringue peaks in the sky.

You knew because you were counting, every chord that thundered through paper thin walls warding your attentiveness from different tasks. The cacophony of harsh noises first erupted during early morning, when you rose from the soft linen pools swirling beneath you to greet the familiar frost, crisp against your window. It was a startling bark that shot a tremor up your spine, almost quivering the miniature hour glass on your bedside table. Your mind had been too cloudy to warble, your limbs too lethargic to set you outside his door and spew indignant nonsense.

So you made breakfast. Or at least, you tried to.

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Space Brat // Kylo Ren // Ch. 1

Summary: You didn’t lead what anyone would consider an “exciting” life. On the contrary, it was quite ordinary, and you liked it that way-thank you very much. All of that changes on the night a massive space pod crashes into your backyard which brings you face to face with the mysterious and annoyingly handsome Kylo Ren. Suddenly, your ordinary life is anything but.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2907

A/N: I’m finally posting my old stories again! I was able to edit this one, my personal favorite, and if it’s well received I’ll be posting the other chapters I have finished shortly. I hope you guys enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. Prepare for lots of Awkward Kylo™ trying to adjust to his time on Earth. 

“What the fuck?” You sat upright in bed with a jolt, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you reached to turn on the lamp that was on your nightstand. The thunderous sound of snapping wood in your backyard had roused you from your sleep, and your heart was hammering against your rib cage in response. You threw back the comforter and let your feet hit the floor, eyes still stinging from the harsh light that now illuminated the entirety of your bedroom.

    You reached for your phone, tapping the home button to check the time and groaned. It was after three in the morning. Slowly, you rose, and as you did another snap of splintering wood had you whipping your head towards the windows that lined the far wall. You took careful steps towards them, and as you approached you noticed that there was a faint orange glow flickering against the panels of glass.

    “Aw, shit!” Something had struck one of the oak trees in your backyard, cutting it almost completely in half from the center of the trunk. Whatever it was-from your bedroom window on the the second floor it looked like a massive black oval-had ruptured into flames that licked across the path it had left in the grass upon its fall. You wasted no time, wrapping yourself in your cotton robe and skittering downstairs into your kitchen where you pulled out the fire extinguisher from beneath the sink. You unlocked the back door and shoved it open, rushing outside to douse the remaining fire with the extinguisher. When it had been reduced to smoldering embers you were able to inspect the unusual looking pod more closely.

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anonymous asked:

what do you think about isco's anti barca chant ?

I didn’t even think about it tbh.

when Fernando Torres a man I love to death,but i have to mention here to get my point across lol called Cris a son of a bitch and attacked him it was “hilarious!” to see . when P*que came at Real Madrid every time a man with a mic walked past him, and when he whined about them online every time shakira turned the Wi-Fi on in her house he was a “savage!” and it was all oh so pleasant to see .

Isco gives him a taste of his own medicine and all hell breaks loose . I’m not saying what Isco said was okay to say,I’m just saying it happens all the time, and you’re either going to express your rage at all of these things,or none of them .

and tbh I think he thought he had a point to prove since we all thought he had a bit of cule blood in him .

One of a Kind

For Negan Smut Week!

Sentence Prompt: “You like to hold it”

I wrote something a bit different. This is not with Number 6

Negan x Reader

Y/N=your name

Warnings - Negan smutty goodness. Language. NSFW. Sexy aesthetic

1950 words- using the Keep reading feature

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Tim Shepard dating headcanons :

— requested

might have little errors, but I love it.

☢ he liked you because you were a good girl.

☢ your family was stable, unlike his, but you really didn’t like them sometimes. He’d always take your mind off of fights with your family.

☢ he’d sneak through your bedroom window and stay the night sometimes.

☢ he called his “Little Soc” when you first began talking, even though you were middle class but you did dress like that of a higher class Soc girl.

☢ he introduced you to smoking and drinking. He laughed when you coughed :

“Prove your not such a princess then, Princess.” He grins and hands you a shot of something clear.

You’re positive it’s anything but water, and knowing this you take it from him because you’re eager to prove that you’re not some goody-goody. “Jesus,” you take in the harsh scent.

“Drink it, Little Soc.” His eyes are blazing and blue, you can’t refuse. ‘No longer a good girl Soc’, you lift the glass to your lips.

The liquid slides smooth but stings. Having never drank much, never straight rum, you cough. You don’t mean to but the stinging feels suffocating and it irritates your throat.

Tim chuckles. It’s raspy and maybe even seductive. Maybe that’s just you. You almost regret taking the shot, but the look in his eyes prevents you from being too sorry.

☢ At first, you guys hated each other but he charmed his way into your heart.

☢ The relationship didn’t begin with him asking you out. It started with him kissing you :

“God, you’re so obnoxious!” You cry into the air in frustration. Your hands grip the fabric of your knee-length skirt. It was a way of releasing anger in a non-violent way, of course.

“And you’re oh-so-pleasant, too, you goddamned Soc!” He snarls back, running a hand through his curly dark hair. “Why can’t you just admit you like me, huh?”

You let out a loud huff of annoyance. “Because I don’t want to!”

Suddenly, Tim puts a hand on the bottom of your back and pulls you towards him. Before you can react he’s kissing you with passion and hunger. It feels different but similar to what you’d imagined, and you find yourself kissing back with a hunger alike his.

☢ “Tuesday night, doll. What’re you doing? I thought maybe we could head to the drive-in, and maybe you could meet some of my boys..?”

☢ “What’d you get on that test, Y/N? Go swell? We studied for a long time last night so I just figured…” He often helped you study, and it was cute because he’d read off flashcards in an unsure voice laced with obvious confusion.

☢ Tim made you less and less prudish and professional. You weren’t overly confident at all, just had high-standards and a general distaste for all those around you.  

☢ “So, what would you do if I just yanked on your little ponytail right here, right now?”

☢ You’d wonder about his personal life before you two were official, and he’d get bothered sometimes.

“Your mother,” you start unsure. “Why don’t you like her all too much?”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“You implied it, I inferred.”

“Well, apparently your inferring skills aren’t too great ‘cause if they were you’d get that I was implying your evacuation of my personal space. That enough fancy words for you to comprehend, Soc Princess?”

☢ Tim likes to lay flat on his back with an arm holding you to his chest. He’d tilt his head to your ear and whisper things; things about his day, things he loved about you, anything.

☢ Contrary to what most people assumed, Timothy never laid a hand on you. The relationship was soft and smooth for the first year or so. It was simple, then.

☢ He got drunk one night after coming to the realization that he loved you. He thought in his lousy state of mind that he should call you because to him, loving someone was important and for him it was something he’d always viewed as impossible.

☢ “Hey…” He’d warned one day. “Don’t get to looking like those girls we see all at Buck’s, alright? I know I tease you about it… But I don’t mean it, doll.”

☢ Tim wasn’t around all the time after the first year of you two dating, but in the beginning he was constantly making time to be around you.

☢ “What is it that you do, Tim?” You’d ask him deep, strange questions that you bottled up inside whenever you two stargazed. “What do you do when I’m gone?”

☢ Stargazing wasn’t the proper word for it. He liked to drive to playgrounds sometimes late at night when the kiddies were gone. He’d find a place on the grass near the swings that he liked to lay down with you in his arms. He liked to swing on the swings, too, and then leap off while the swing was still in motion. The fun in this trick was completely and totally unfathomable to you.

☢ He tended to buy or bring you milkshakes.

☢ Lots of people considered Tim to be the type of person to flaunt his girl, but he actually refrained from taking you to The Dingo and other greaser hangouts. Instead, he’d opt for quiet diners just barely within the Tulsa city lines.

☢ When the time did come where he’d need to take you out on social events such as New Years at Buck Merril’s, he’d never allow you to be less than a few yards of him.

☢ “Yeah, this is my girl. She’s cute, huh? Well, she’s mine and only mine. Never thought Tim Shepard would bag himself a Socy girl, did ya’?”

☢ Dating Timothy Shepard involved lots of kissing. It was sweet, though. Not usually hungry or rough, but it had been before, of course. Depended on how he was feeling, mostly.

☢ Tim had taken a liking to grabbing you in personal places, especially in public. He would laugh at the way you’d jump and scold him. You were never truly mad.

☢ He didn’t dance, but he sang for you once and he was breathtakingly good.

☢ He often forced you to make him homemade chocolate chip cookies and other baked goods.

☢ “You know I love you right, Y/N?”

☢ “Don’t you walk away from me, girl!” He’d pull your hips into his from behind, nuzzling into your neck until you erupted into giggles.

☢ When Angela got especially out of line he’d beg you to talk to her.

“Could you talk to her or something? C'mon, please, do it for me, doll.”

You pursed your lips, and flipped your hair over your shoulder. “Tim, I barely know her. Really, I think her brother’s girlfriend is the last person she wants or needs to get advice from.”

He doesn’t meet your eyes. “I’d do it myself, but we don’t communicate too well, you know? We don’t… talk, I guess.”

“Yeah,” you force a smile but it’s clearly one of extreme nervousness. “I’ll do it.”

☢ Tim saved up for an apartment for the both of you after about six months of dating.

☢ Curly liked to lounge around and considered the living room couch home. You’d catch him and groan instantly :

You shut the door and turn to lock it. Tim won’t be home until later. He’s getting drinks with Dally, but you have no reason to be suspicious of that or even worried. Tim doesn’t get drunk often, starting since the beginning of your relationship. 

When you turn, you expect to see the empty apartment. Instead, Tim’s little brother Curly is stretched out on the couch with a big, smug grin. “Funny seein’ you here.”

“I’m calling Tim.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Girl, can’t we just come to a nice compromise that doesn’t involve him?”

“Yeah, sure. Define 'compromise.’”

“Jesus Christ, just call him.”

☢ Tim liked to approve your outfits and what you bought for clothes.

☢ He got overprotective around Dallas and any other boys, but he tried to hide it. He’d just wrap his arms around your waist tightly.

☢ He got angry, angry, when you talked to other boys in front of him. He was easily jealous.

☢ Tim loved you more than anyone else he’d ever been with.

Goodbye Part 2

As requested, here is a second part to Goodbye. Sorry it was a bit later than anticipated but here it is! I really hope you guys like it, I haven’t edited it or anything so I’m really sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes there may be. Any who, enjoy!! 

Part 1 here :) 


The bus rumbled to a stop just outside the station. As you looked through the window all you could see was the beauty of your childhood memories. This beach house was where you spent most of your childhood, playing games, having fun, being normal. The whole bus ride had been a mix of emotions as you had realized the reality of how much you truly needed. First it was scared. You had no real reason to be scared of J following you. He never asked about you or tried to get to know you so there’s no way he would know where I’m going. Secondly you happy. You were happy because you had finally stood up for yourself. You had taken the lead to a better life. A life without him. Thirdly you were sad. You had given him your everything and he had given you nothing but materialistic bullshit.

The last one was different. You felt unbelievably proud of yourself and what you had done for yourself. You were proud of yourself for recognizing how abusive your relationship with J was. Regardless of the circumstances, you loved him and a part of you always will.

The cab came to a rolling stop in front of the cosy little beach house. As you took your bags out of the car and paid the driver you gawked at the beautiful beach house in front you. It looked the exact same as your remember, the ocean right behind the house, wrap around patio so you could be completely surrounded by the all natural beauty, the lilac trees giving off the oh so memorable and pleasant scent just as you remembered it. After dragging your bags in one by one you sat at the small dining room table just sinking into the silence of the room, the only noise comes from the soothing ocean waves and your steady breathing.

A loud knock sounded at the door and panic struck every bone in your body. You cautiously and quietly walked towards the door and peered out the peep hole. There he was. His vibrant green hair, wide ocean blue eyes, ruby red lips. He was there, in the flesh. You stayed silent hoping he wouldn’t know you were in there.

“Y/N I know you’re in there. Open the door for daddy princess.” He sounded angry, very, very angry. You kept your mouth shut, not making a single noise in hopes that he would get frustrated and leave. “Don’t make me break down this door Y/N. I know you’re in there and you know I will break down this door if I have to so why don’t you just open the door baby girl.”

There was nothing but silence on both your parts. Next thing you knew the door was cracked and on the ground. You looked up at him with wide eyes, terrified of what he might do to you for running away. “Mmm there you are kitten. Why wouldn’t you let me in?” His voice was sinister, laced with venom. Although his words were calm and relatively kind, there was nothing kind about him. As this moment you had never been so scared in your life. “Answer me bitch!” His loud angry voice echoed throughout the small house.

“I-I was scared…” Your voice was weak and you were unable to hide the tremble that ran through your whole body.

“And why were you scared princess? If you just listened to Daddy there would be no reason to be scared,” his voice soft and condescending.

“I’m scared of you J… I don’t know what you’re going to do to me and I don’t want to get hurt anymore…” There was no way to hide how much you were shaking at this moment. Although the Joker was as cold-hearted as it could get and although he had anger issues and he wasn’t able to show normal human emotions you knew that deep down he really did care for you. The hurt in his eyes as you said those words proved that to be true. Deep down you knew that he had feelings for you, whatever those feelings may be, and he just didn’t know how to show them.

When he heard those words, I’m scared of you J, something in him broke. Maybe it was his heart, maybe it was something else, he didn’t really know, but something broke when he saw you on the floor, arms wrapped around yourself, tears forming in your eyes. He couldn’t hurt you like this anymore. With a deep sigh, he sunk down to your level.

“Y/N look at me baby,” he said as he turned your chin to face him. “Look at me Y/N, let me see your eyes baby,” his tone had significantly softened, even becoming a bit soothing. “Baby girl I’m sorry. I really am. I don’t say that ever so please baby, please know I’m serious.” The look in his eyes said it all, he was sorry. For everything.

“J it can’t be like this. It can’t be me always worrying about whether or not I’m the only girl in your life. It can’t be me staying at home not knowing where you are or if you’re even alive. I can’t handle not being a big part of your life. Either you’re in this or you’re not J. You can’t have me only when it’s convenient for you, that’s not how it works J. Like I said, either you’re in this all the way, or you’re not in it at all. Your choice.” Your voice had become a tad stronger as you slowly gained more confidence in yourself.

With a long sigh he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. You have me. All of me. I’m yours and you are mine Y/N. This is the way it is, hell, this is the way I want it to be. No, this is the way I need it to be. I need you in my life. You keep me sane darling.” Your jaw dropped at his words. Never in a million years would you have imagined those words coming out of his mouth, not even in your wildest fantasies. “So now that that’s done can we go home now? I think we’ve got some business to take care of Y/N,” he said while dropping his left eye in to a sly wink. A soft giggle escaped your mouth as you looked at his suggestive eyebrow movements.

“Let’s go home J,” you finally said with a smile on your tear stained face.

anonymous asked:

Dates with 2p Allies? :3

(somehow most of this ended up being total crack like wtf happened here—-)

(the axis version was fine but somehow this one got turned into this huge heated mess—-)

2P France: *lol what even is a date….seriously….this guy just doesn’t date, okay okay….he might just hang around at home eating and watching TV (and fucking) if he really wants to date someone……sorry but don’t expect much out of this guy*

2P America: *takes them to a bar tbh….like seriously Allen wtf bro…..anyway, he gets rip-roaring drunk and does a bunch of stupid shit….he’s wicked protective of them (especially now that he’s drunk as fuck) and if someone even looks in their direction well then someone’s gonna get beaten up….it’s tolerably certain that the s/o will have to drag him home, and then he kinda just wraps his arms around their wait and doESn’T LeT tHeM LeAVe so uh yeah they just end up sleeping on the floor together…..the s/o then has the oh-so-pleasant job of taking care of a hung-over dumbass the next morning….motherfucking relationship goals right there, mate*

2P Canada: *kind of like 2P France but at least Matt bothers to do stuff like brush his hair and put on deodorant before the s/o comes over…..then they probably watch TV (hockey, if the s/o is okay with that) and tbh Matt prolly just falls asleep on their shoulder at some point….and they whip out their phone and take like 1237970193 pictures of Matt while he’s sleeping….damn that shit is adorable….oh look look look, in this one picture, you can see him drooling awh…..anyway when he makes up it’s very important to kiss his forehead because then a wild blushing Matt appears….it’s best to try to take pictures of Matt while he’s blushing because nobody’s seeing that again anytime soon*

2P England: *omg this guy….he invited them over to his place…..he already baked like 14 batches of cupcakes…..but he needs more like “oh gosh diddly darn poppet pls make cupcakes with me” and listen up: YOU CAN’T SAY NO TO THAT FACE so uh yeah Ollie and his s/o end up with like a fucking flood of cupcakes and it’s actually quite pleasant except for when he knocked over like 6 bags of flour and now there’s flour all over you oh well…..and then when they leave he gives them one of those tiny cute hugs and says some random stuff about how lovely they look and how he’s sure the flour will wash out of all their clothes easily*

2P China: *he takes them out to some shady part of the city that they didn’t know existed….tbh Zao didn’t know the place existed either…..he has no idea what he’s doing…all he knows is that his s/o is the most attractive person alive and all he wants to do besides fuck them senseless is make them happy….so he takes them to this dance club thing….oh, the s/o doesn’t wanna dance??…he’s cool with that like “Lol okay whatever babe” and he just kinda takes off his shirt and dances around them like a fucking stripper….other people are looking at him but he doesn’t notice….ALL HE SEES IS HIS PERFECT FUCKING DATE………AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS GUY I SWEAR TO GOD…..anyway then when they’re both tired he takes them back to their place and makes out with them for a good 20 minutes outside their door before he finally goes away*

2P Russia: *um yeah so….spoiler alert: this particular pillar of judgement is Not A Fun Guy….but still—- his s/o better feel real fuckin lucky because Vikort did actually try his hardest to set up a nice date….(omfg “Viktort”)….(sorry but it’s wicked late and I can’t even manage to spell his name lmao)……..so he takes them to some obscure, quiet restaurant on the edge of town and it’s actually really great…..it’s southern-style home-cooking, or at least, that’s what the sign says….“oh hey y'all, how bout some cheese and grits"………"y'all are a real sweet couple"….“how long’ve y'all been dating"…….(omfg someone stop me)……so anyway, y'all the two of them finish eating and then go for a walk in the middle of nowhere and just talk about whatever comes to mind……..and then he takes them back to their home and quietly mumbles “I love you” in Russian as he walks away….like okay okay this guy is secretly the biggest teddy bear?!??!?*

She looked up at him. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
“And I never will.”
“You said we’d be together until the end.”
He nodded. “Yes I did.”
A face flowed up over his skull, an unremarkable face with unremarkable features. He leaned in, and softly kissed her cheek. The face flowed away. He hugged her, then peeled her arms from around his neck, took off his hat and put it on her head.
He spent a moment angling it just right.
“There,” he said. “Looks good on you.”
She couldn’t speak as he stepped round her. He walked up to the Accelerator. The Engineer watched him impassively. Ravel looked away.
“I love you,” Valkyrie blurted out.
Skulduggery didn’t look back.

Inktober day 24: Blind (Princess Nia, my OC) 

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Nia’s an idea for a story that I’ve had for a while now. She’s blind from birth, but the King requires her to act as though she’s not actually blind to avoid criticism from the people and potential dangers from neighboring kingdoms. As such, she comes off as really snooty and standoffish, but is actually an absolute sweetheart. Being the sweetheart that she is, she’s fine with this misconception until, one day, she falls completely head-over-heels for a traveling musician who performed in the Royal Court. That’s when things get interesting~ (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

To Love is to Forgive- Part Three (Chuck x Reader)

Summary: You spent a year with Chuck when you thought Sam was in hell, and you fell in love. You were messed up pretty bad when he went missing, so it makes sense you’d be mad when he reappeared, right?

Word Count: 1, 428

Part One  Part Two

You woke a short while later to the sound of angry raised voices. You grabbed your angel blade and limped down the hallway. You heard Cas- Lucifer- talking to Chuck. Though talking may not be the best word for it. You walked into the room and Lucifer’s eyes fell on you. 

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