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FP Jones/Andrews family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 9

Originally posted by riverdalesource

AN: This chapter is a little different… It’s also a little short so I may release the next chapter a little earlier than Friday. 

(Part One) (Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,335

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

Before homecoming…

FP watched you leave the trailer with a unconscious smirk on his lips. 

You really were something else. 

He turned to the kitchen and poured himself a coffee, he had to be at Alice Coopers in an hour and if he was honest, he was kind of nervous. 

He knew Alice. He knew that this wasn’t just some social gathering to bring the Cooper/Jones family together but he said he’d go since Jughead seemed so damn excited about it. And in the end, he didn’t care that much about Alice’s intentions as long as his son was happy.

And your surprise visit was enough to encourage him to get through the rest of the evening. Knowing that you would be at the Whyte Wyrm in a pair of combat boots and black washed jeans that clung to you so tightly was enough to help FP through the night. 

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An anonymous asker wanted me to comment on a certain analysis of Dipper and Mabel’s relationship, encountered elsewhere on the Internet, which interpreted their bond as a destructive and unhealthy one. Anon shared the original analysis with me in full, but was kind enough to provide me with a point-by-point summation of the poster’s arguments, each of which I will address herein.

A) Mabel may learn lessons, but she easily forgets them later on and doesn’t actually tangibly change as a person and doesn’t actually learn anything as her behaviour is still roughly the same.

Mabel’s a more static character than her brother, I grant you that. Dipper’s the protagonist, and as such the character whose growth is the series focus; he’s an avatar of creator Alex Hirsch himself, so there’s a lot of gentle self-deprecation in the way he’s written. But I tend to think that, in terms of story, it makes sense for Mabel to maintain a certain childishness, because that part of her comes to a head during the Weirdmageddon arc, when she has to choose between eternal childhood and the hard reality of growing older.

Dipper himself doesn’t change much during the series; he learns various smaller lessons to the effect of “just let things happen and don’t try to rush them,” but, until the finale, fails to fully imbibe the larger lesson about growing up. The events of Weirdmageddon give us Dipper at his best; he sheds the pervasive need to be seen as an adult that has characterized him from the beginning and in so doing appears at his most mature. He becomes a realist. He stops getting in his own way. At the same time, Mabel relinquishes her selfishness, the world which revolves around her, and her unwillingness to move forward, even granting Dipper the freedom to stay with Ford if he so chooses. They each grow in a far more definite way than they did over the course of the series proper, in which their character flaws were excellent plot fodder. (It’s also worth noting that in the show, as in real life, maturation is a process; we tend to revert to type, and it’s rare that one definitive “lesson” alters our tendencies. We have to learn again and again.)

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The Light: Ch. 2 (NSFW-ish)

“Do you believe in God, MC?”

He asks, pouring scotch on a large glass. You think he’ll offer to you, but Baldie brings the glass with him as he sits on the couch in front of you.

“You know you can serve yourself. Don’t look at me like that.”

“I believe in God.” You say, getting up and walking towards the bar. “It’s everywhere, especially on those money bills.”

He laughs, you smile ironically. You usually don’t make men laugh like that, so it’s odd and… comforting, somehow.

“Do you believe in God, Baldie?”

“Of course! How could I stand this shitty life if I didn’t believe in God?”

“I don’t really think you consider your life shitty.”

“So you think I don’t believe in God?”

“I don’t really care.” You shrug, taking a sip of the scotch. “I don’t care if there’s a God or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I gotta be at the club tonight, tomorrow and probably until I die.”

“And what happens after you die?”

“I don’t care.”


“Kitty. Let’s use codenames, you never know if there’s a wire in here.”

“Kitty… I think… my time to meet with God is coming.”

“God? Don’t know this one, is he a white collar type…?” he laughs. “Don’t say bullshit, Baldie.”

“You know they will come after me if I..”

“If you decide to snitch them.”

“If I decide to do what’s right, Kitty. I already have some contacts on the police.”

“Wire, Baldie.”

He takes a deep breath. “I’m doing this for you too.”

“I never asked you to.”

“You can’t expect to spend your whole life like a…”

“Whore? Our deal was that you weren’t going to change me, Baldie.”

“And you would listen to me when I say it’s too dangerous. I don’t want you working with Ice and Puma.”

“I don’t work with them, I work for them.”

“Do you believe in God, MC?”

“What’s with that again? I told you…”

“It’s time for me to repent my sins. But… before that, I hope you can forgive me for one more…”

“What? What are you…?” you feel dizzy, your head suddenly is heavy and your sight is a blur.

“I truly believe there’s salvation for you… my daughter.”

And then everything went dark.


The streetlights run so fast it’s almost like the lights of the strip club flashing on his eyes as the car almost flies, entering a tunnel. Seven takes a deep breath, feeling his heart beat is finally normal. His hands, however, twitch a little holding the steering wheel.

“Yes, a tunnel, very smart.” You mutter.

“Shut up.”

“You’re the one to blame if you don’t know how to kidnap someone. If you wanted me to stay shut, you should have used silver tape.”

“Oh, there are other ways to make you shut.” He points the razor at you, noticing you flinch in reflex. “Good girl.”

Ugh… his head hurts, if only he could rub his temples a little… but not now, one eye on the road, another on you. Thigh high black socks, a black and white lingerie that looks cheaper than the one you used to perform. The panties are lower, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your sides more properly, what is that? A scratch? No… a scar?

“What are you staring at?”

“Nothing!” he recomposes himself, taking a glance to the backseat… oh, his hoodie! “Here, put this on.” He grabs them in a swift move and throws in your direction.

“Awww, if you want to look at my body, have at it. It’s the closer you’re ever gonna get anyway.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type, Kitty.”

“Big talk for someone who had a boner watching me… hey… we could work a deal, you know?” he feels like looking at you due to the sudden change on your tone, but he can’t. “I cn give you something if you let me go…”

He doesn’t look, but he can feel. Your hand slides up his leg, your fingers crawl to the inner of his thighs, giving it a tight squeeze. Seven gulps, if he looks at you, it could be trouble.

“Come on… I saw how you were looking at me while I was dancing in there… I… couldn’t help but notice, you looked so different from all the gross guys in there… you’re different, Luciel…” you are almost whispering as you keep massaging his leg. S-shit… should he turn the radio on to distract himself? “I know you want it too…”

“You… you know what I want…”

“I do, Luciel…”your hands climb a little up, and he knows you’ll find something a little hard in there. He needs to focus!

“G-great! So give me the flash drive and I’ll let you go!” he smiles at you beamingly. “Unless… you want to do something else before leaving…” he mimic your tone, it’ not as sexy as yours, but still… he know he has his charms.

You groan, taking your hand away. He chuckles, whew… that was close.

“I already told you I know shit about a flash drive.”

“And I don’t believe you, guess we reached an impasse.”

“So you’re kidnapping me and then what? You’re going to torture me?”

“Never! See, I thought I could convince you of handing me the flash drive willingly. I was almost there before that guy interrupted us.”

“Even if I knew what you’re talking about, you weren’t.”

“I was… let’s see… was it because I mentioned I could be an angel here to save you?”

“You’re no angel, you’re a freak!”

“Still… you seemed interested… could it be because I know how close you were to Baldie? He didn’t want you working at the strip club anymore, did he?”

“This is none of your business!”

“It is since I need the flash drive he gave you before he was murdered.”

“I don’t know anything about a flash drive! How many times will I have to repeat myself?”

“Just until we get to your apartment and you’ll have to remember or I’ll leak your name to the press and everybody will think you killed your loved Baldie.”

“Who are you, for fuck’s sake?”

“I’m someone you should stop trying to play before I lose my patience with you. So you better figure where the flash drive is.”

He notices on the corner of his eye you groaning in anger and grabbing his hoodie, placing it over you. He feels like chuckling, but it’s important to keep the dangerous façade.

Though a regular girl would be terrified and spilling every single thing she knows after being threatened like this. Whether you’re used to this kind of threat, which is not impossible considering your… acquaintances… or… you really don’t know where the flash drive is.

But you have to! He listened to the wire’s record, it was implied that he was putting you in danger for the greater good, and the fact that somebody on the police tried to hide your identity only means Baldie may have some contacts in there to protect you, it was probably the deal. But… why would he want to protect you so much?

“So where are your manners? Aren’t you inviting me to your apartment?”

“Dude, for the hundredth time, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I have no flash drive with me!”

“We don’t have all night, MC…”

“Ahhh, and how the fuck do you know my name? And how do you know where I live?”

“Does it really matter? Look, if you give me the flash drive, I’ll drive you to the police where they’ll give you protection for whatever else you might know, then you can move on with your life and pretend nothing of this ever happened.”

“What’s in this flash drive you’re so interested about?” you sigh as if you’re defeated.

“You… you don’t know?”

“No, I don’t! I’ve never seen this flash drive you keep talking about, dude!”

Could it be… that you really don’t know? You’re really… innocent?

A metallic sound being crashed can be heard. Both you and him are more familiar to that sound than you’re proud of. It’s a shot.

“DOWN! NOW!” he yells, pushing your back forward.

A rain of bullets hits the ceiling. Seven looks at the steering wheel, he needs to get out of here now! He thought about asking you to go to your apartment and look himself for the flash drive, but this doesn’t seem like an option now, since the shots are coming…

“They are in my apartment… they’re shooting here, they want to kill me… they want to kill me… that’s exactly what Baldie was talking about…”

“Hey, calm down! You can’t freak out now. Look, the bullets aren’t passing.”

“Why… why not?”

“I made some alterations in my car. Look, MC… if you say you don’t have the flash drive, you don’t. Is there any possibility that someone may have planted it somewhere in your apartment without warning you?”

“No… I… well, Bon-hwa came to visit me a couple of nights ago…”

Ahhh… there was something about a Bon-hwa guy on his research… yes, maybe… if there was a way to go to your apartment.

“MC… I’ll need you to trust in me for a moment.”

“You realize you’re the guy who dragged me to your car and threatened me with my own razor, right?”

He chuckles, fumbling his pocket and looking for the razor.

“Here.” He hands you the razor.


“I just want the flash drive, I don’t want to hurt you. There is a possibility that it is somewhere in your apartment, but we can’t go in there if there is a sniper in thee. I have a plan, but it won’t work if you don’t help me.”

“And why should I, Luciel?”

“You can call me Seven, Agent 707.”


“Yes, I work for a… private organization that handles information, the kind of information you find in this flash drive I’m looking for. Look, I know you loved this guy and that flash drive has the name of who killed him, if you help me, it will be good for you as well.”

“But… why would it be with me? I’m just a wh…”

“You’re not. You’re an important piece in this case, that’s why you’re being chased by people like me. But you won’t anymore if you help me…”

He knows he’s asking too much, but you seem smarter than you look… You stare at each other in the dark, almost forgetting the bullets grazing the car ceiling.

“What’s your plan?” you ask.

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Caught 2

Zach was the first to wake. He took in his surroundings before sitting up. The ceiling had cameras between the lights. He sat up slowly and braced himself up with his arm. The other rangers were laid out on beds, still passed out. They were the only other people in the room. There were 3 doors leading into the room. Two were swung wide open and had a sink visible, so he assumed most likely the bathrooms. The one on the far wall was just a large metal door. It had no marking or cracks in it. It also didn’t have a handle.

The room itself had 5 beds in it. 2 on the left wall, 2 on the right wall, and 1 in the middle on the back wall. In between all of the beds was a small circular table with 5 chairs. Zach had the center bed. Billy was closest to him on the left with Jason farther from him. And on his right Trini was the closest. The wall with the metal door had 2 large panels of what looked to be a mirror, but Zach assumed it was actually one way glass.

As he moved to sit up completely he noticed he had a different outfit on than earlier. A loose black short sleeve shirt had replaced his tight ripped band shirt from earlier. A pair of loose fitting white basketball shorts now cover his lower body instead of his favorite black jeans. He had on no shoes but a pair of plain black socks now covered his feet. He looked around the room and realized all of the other rangers were dressed same as him. Expect their shirts were their colors.

He stood and walked about the room. It was about 10 paces wide and 20 paces long. Jason started to stir as he finished counting. “Jason. You ok?” Zach kneeled down to be level with the red rangers face.

“Yeah… I’m fine. Where are we?” Jason asked as he sat up.

“Your guess is as good as mine right now.” As Zach stopped talking Billy made a grunting noise. “Easy Billy. It’s ok.”

Billy didn’t say anything but his eyes moved around the room. He sat up and seemed to look everything over. The wheels in his mind could practically been seen as they spun in this new environment.

“What the fuck….” Came from Trini as she sat up. She swung her legs over the edge quickly and stood up. She looked at the boys before walking over to Kim. The pink ranger was still out cold. Trini took her hand before turning back to the boys. “What the actual fuck. Where are we? And who did this? And what the hell are the bandages for?!”

The boys hadn’t completely noticed their bandages yet, but Trini had. They all had strips of gauze covering their left elbows and right wrists. Zach was the first to start undoing his. His elbow had 3 small dots on it. And his wrist had 1 small cut about an inch long. It was off toward the right side of his wrist and under the skin he could feel something sticking up a little. The group stayed quiet for a few minutes. They took in their surrounding and tried to process what had happened.

“Ok. We need to start working this out. So Zach and I both got down to the main hallway at about he same time. We were walked up to the front desk before someone stuck something into the side of my neck. After that I don’t remember much. A black cloth was placed over my eyes and I was handcuffed before someone put me on a board of some kind. I was strapped down then carried out. They put me in some van or something and then gave me an IV. After that I don’t remember cause they pumped me full of something…” Jason stopped speaking and looked the one way glass.

“That sounds about right. The guy that was supposed to stick me in the neck took too long. I saw you get stuck and quickly ducked down. I made it into the hallway before 2 large dudes started at me. I tried to fight them off but then I go stuck from behind in my back. I tried to run back towards my class, I even threw my back back at a guy, but whatever they gave us worked quickly. I barely made it past one group of lockers.” Zach rubbed the small of his back where he had gotten hit. Kim grunted and slightly moved before falling completely still and silent again.

“Well I saw Trini and Kim getting walked down. We all looked at each other before starting to fight. I slammed my guys hand in the locker before punching him in the face. After a minute of trading blows Kim came over from behind and lifted the guy before dropping him on his head. We went and joined Trini after that…” Billy looked towards Trini hoping she would finished their story.

“Yeah. I took the two guys at the end of the hall down before we all ran outside. I want to say Billy made it to the edge of the parking lot before they got him. I almost stopped but Kim grabbed my hand. We ran together for another 30 feet or something before I got a sharp pain in my shoulder. I looked at Kim and told her to go. She ran into the woods before I kind of passed out. I could hear things till they put me on the van. After than I got the IV too and must have passed out.”

Kim made another grunting noise before sitting straight up. Her eyes frantically searched around the room. “Princesa, it’s ok. I’m right here. It’s ok…” Kim leaned into Trini’s neck and took a deep breath. “Do you remember what happened princesa? You were the last one…”

“Yeah… yeah. So after Trini dropped I ran into the woods. I climbed a tree before looking back. They had Billy on a backboard and strapped down. They carried him off towards the parking lot. They were in the middle of strapping Trini down. All of us seemed to be strapped down the same way. They had put a black strip of fabric over your eyes and then a bag over that. Then they’d handcuff our wrists first then ankles. After that they’d use those Velcro straps over our legs, chest, and forehead. Once they started carrying Trini away I climbed down. I made it farther into the forest before I got a dart in my back. I quickly yanked it out before another one went into my side. I dropped down onto my knees as the men in black came towards me. One of them talked on the radio. The other turned me onto my stomach before handcuffing me. After that he patted me down.” Kim took a moment to breath. She stood and move to the center table to be closer to the guys.

“I think he did that cause I made it farther or I was by myself for a minute or something. I didn’t see them do it to anyone else. Soon after another pair of guys showed up and helped strap me down to the board. They carried me out of the woods and into the van. As the put the IV in I heard them talking. There were only 3 people in the van with us. Two dudes up front and one girl in the back. The guys names were Chuck and Casey and the girls name was Sarah. They said something about a full work up and how the director wanted the results in about 6 hours.”

“Do we think they know… you know?…” Zach asked trying and failing to be subtle about it.

“Considering our shirts, yes.” Trini said as she picked up he collar of her shirt. “Have we looked around the room yet? Anything else here?”

Each ranger went to their bed and looked around it. They pulled the sheets up and looked under the beds. Nothing showed up. The bathrooms were checked over by Jason and Zach while Kim and Billy looked at the door with no handle. Trini took a chair from the table and set it right in front of the one way glass and just sat there, looking through her own reflection. Trini hoped whoever was on the other side was getting uncomfortable.

“If I had C4 this would be easier…” Billy said as he felt around the door.

“Billy for you having C4 makes everything easier. Mining, fighting, meeting friends…” Kim replied back as Jason and Zach walked out.

“Only thing in the bathroom is toilet paper, soap, and a hand dryer.” Zach said as he pulled a chair to join Trini.

“What type of hand dryer…” Billy asked. If it was an older one he could use it for parts if they tried to get out.

“One of the new fancy ones that has air on both sides. You like slide you hands in.” Zach talked towards the glass and he moved his hands up and down to demonstrate how to use it.

“Oh…. ok. I’ll make it work.” Billy said as he dropped his eyes to the group and put his hands together in front of him before moving them around. They all knew he was thinking through something, so they just let him work it out.

“Where are our coins. They’re always on us even if we don’t want them.” Zach mentioned. He didn’t not like his power coin but it was hard to carry in very tight skinny jeans.

“I don’t know. Mine was in my backpack. I think we’ve all gotten good enough to control where they stay. Do you think we could summon them? Like maybe bring them here?”

“That’s a good point Kim, but I say we save it for later. That maybe what they want. So if we bring them here we’d be trapped and have no bargaining chips.” Jason spoke from the bed he was laying on.

“You’re talking like a cop show.” Trini said with a smirk.

“I’ve been watching a lot of Flashpoint ok. They do hostage negotiations like every episode. It’s the whole point of the show.” Jason tried to defend himself but it only made Trini laugh.

“We can talk about your obsession with TV later. How do we get anything done here? We have no resources. No power. Nothing.”

“We talk to them Trini.” Zach stood up from his chair and began to bang on the glass. A normal person could have made it shake, but Zach was causing it to practically bend back and forth. “Hey! Dudes that are most likely behind the glass. We’ve got some questions. We want answers now or you’ll have 5 very angry teens.” Zach stood in a ranger stance as he finished talking. Almost to punctuate his demand with a form of power and authority.

They all backed up to the center of the room. Jason directly in front of the door with Zach on his right and Billy on his left, both a half step behind him. Kimberly stood behind Billy while Trini was behind Zach. The formation was their typical ‘prepare to lose’ stance that they took before a fight. They tried to look strong and powerful, but without their armor or their normal clothes the effect wasn’t as strong. After a minute Zach was about to go and bang on the glass again, the door began to hiss.

Citizen’s Soldier - Sam x Reader AU

A/N Note: Finally back! I feel like this part is a bit lacking compared to the last two, but it’ll pick up a little more the next part. Feedback as always is GREATLY appreciated. Love y'all, and hope you all enjoy!

Previously: One | Two

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Warnings: Eventual smut. Amputated (healed) limb description. Mild victim blaming (don’t know what else to call it). Still pretty mixed up Sam characterization. VERY sparse editing. I believe that is all!

Word Count: Roughly 4200

Your head was throbbing when the alarm pulled you out of the comfortable blackness that had enveloped your mind. You might have fallen back asleep if it weren’t for the fact that you didn’t shut it off, but someone else. And a deep groan sounded from beside you afterwards. A masculine noise that bordered on inhuman. As if they were in serious pain.

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A Matching Pair

Author’s note: A silly old one-shot that I found and just had to finish because Reigisaaa~ //rolls around 

Summary: Nagisa and Rei get into a pointless argument because Nagisa always wears mismatching socks and Rei hates it. Nagisa’s not going to give in, though, so Rei decides to use tickling as a weapon.

It was common knowledge that Nagisa wasn’t a very organized person, which was the reason why they – when they had been looking for one – found an apartment that had at least one study room so Rei could have it for himself and do his own thing. They did, however, share a bedroom of course, and Rei had to deal with Nagisa leaving his clothes, notes, books and all his other stuff lying around and on top of that, didn’t make his side of the bed. Even after their weekly cleaning routine, it would all be out of place at the end of the day, much to Rei’s surprise.

The same thing applied to their dressing habits. While Rei always spent a good twenty minutes deciding on what would be appropriate to wear to class, Nagisa merely grabbed the first neon-colored shirt he found with some matching (read: not) shorts and went with it. Something like he was wearing right now: bright yellow shorts with a rather large pink sweater that kept sliding off his shoulder and covered his wrists. The only thing that he could think of that was slightly off, was the fact that he wasn’t wearing matching socks, something Rei found very important.

It wasn’t that he wanted to annoy Rei, or anything, he just didn’t care. He was usually in a hurry in the morning and didn’t have time to find a matching pair. Almost all of his socks were scattered across the room and it would be an absolute pain to go through all of them when he was just going to wear shoes over them, right?

At least, that made sense in Nagisa’s head. Not the least bit in Rei’s head and he was about to snap.

It was late and they were watching anime because they had another hour to kill before they had to go to bed. Nagisa was sucking on a strawberry flavored lollipop, his legs sprawled across Rei’s lap and supporting his head with his arm, eyes glued to the TV. Rei, on the other hand, could only look at Nagisa’s feet. The right one was wearing a bright green sock and the other an orange one. Earlier that day Nagisa had laughed at Rei for mentioning it and brushed it off with a, “Silly, Rei-chan. No one cares.”

I do.”

“Hmmm,” Nagisa had hummed teasingly and then stuck out his tongue. “Well, then I guess you’ll have to deal with it.”

From the corner of his eyes, Nagisa saw Rei eyeing his socks accusingly as if they had slapped him in the face. It was really hard to stifle his laughter upon seeing his expression and Nagisa decided to take it to the next level. Focusing his eyes back on the screen, he wiggled his toes a bit and quickly covered his mouth when he actually heard a small groan.

This was just way too much fun. Rei was offended by a pair of socks.

Nagisa was about to do it again when he felt Rei circling his fingers around one of his ankles and yanking his leg into the air. A loud yelp filled the air as Nagisa dropped his lollipop onto the floor and clumsily fell onto his back.


Trying to look as innocent as possible, Nagisa looked up at his not-so-very-happy-looking boyfriend and put on a sweet smile. “Yes?”

“Either you start wearing matching socks or take them off. They’re annoying me.” 

“I can tell,” Nagisa answered, totally unimpressed.

Apparently Rei didn’t like his attitude very much and pulled harder so Nagisa was practically lying on his lap. This position would have appealed to him hadn’t Rei been holding his foot in the air. He wasn’t really angry, rather annoyed, and simply looked at him like a scolding parent would. Something Nagisa was already pretty used to.

He experimentally wiggled the foot that was stuck in Rei’s grip, but his ankle wasn’t going anywhere soon. “Does it really bother you that much?”


“But it’d be way too much effort to look for a matching pair in the morning. Plus, I don’t have time,” Nagisa countered and squirmed uncomfortably at the thought.

“Then get up earlier.”

“Ugh, no.”

“Nagisa-kun,” Rei lowered his voice and Nagisa knew that was never a good sign. “I will throw all your socks away and replace them all with white ones if I have to.”

“But white socks are so boring!”

Not even looking away, Rei reached for Nagisa’s foot with his other hand and started peeling the sock off. Nagisa’s eyes widened and he tried to stop him, but Rei easily pushed him back down and peacefully continued. This led to a messy wrestling competition; the kind Nagisa always lost because he was smaller and more petite than Rei, and eventually they both rolled off the couch. The orange sock was still in Rei’s hand while Nagisa’s green one only covered half of his foot.

Rei lunged and Nagisa quickly dodged, grabbing a pillow from the couch to shield himself. Quickly making a plan in his head, he threw the pillow at his boyfriend who skillfully jumped to the side and Nagisa reached for the orange sock while he was distracted.


A strong hand grabbed his lower leg and pulled him back before he could stand up and run away and Nagisa laughed while kicking his free leg around aimlessly. Rei tried to grab the orange sock when Nagisa’s hand was within his reach, but Nagisa held it above his head with a cheeky grin

“Fine. I guess I’ll have to use a different tactic, then.”

His voice was so calm that it honestly scared Nagisa to death but he ended up blinking at Rei who rose to his feet, still holding Nagisa’s leg. “Uh, Rei-chan? What’re you do-ingggg no!”

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Naughty and Nice - Christmas Challenge Day 18

Today’s prompt is brought to you by @batlog and it’s  Damian takes it into his own hands deciding that Santa didn’t punish his brothers enough last year and enforces his own naughty and nice list. I hope you like it, love!!

Words: 711

Damian sits in his favorite chair in the Batcave, sharpening his katana and watching his brothers train below him. He’s close enough to the lower level that he can easily see what’s going on, but he’s far enough away to be… inconspicuous.

Last Christmas had left Damian extremely frustrated. After all the teasing and pranking his brothers had tormented him with, their “Santa Claus” had failed to instill any punishment other than a new pack of socks for each one of them. Damian vowed his brothers would get what they deserved this year. He decided to make his own naughty and nice list, and Dick, Jason, and Tim just so happened to fall on the naughty list.

For almost a month Damian had been subliminally suggesting to Dick that the toned figure he worked so hard to keep was losing its usual appeal, and he’d replaced half of Dick’s closet with clothes that were a size too small. Occasional remarks along the lines of “Are those pants tighter than usual?” were enough to make Damian seem innocent while making Dick silently question what had changed in his exercise and diet regimen to cause such a sudden change.

Earlier in the week Damian had replaced Tim’s regular stash of coffee with decaf. He was afraid Tim would notice the difference immediately, but Tim stayed in such a constant state of exhaustion that he just assumed he’d been working harder than usual.

For Jason’s “punishment,” Damian had replaced the rounds in all of Jason’s guns with more… interesting ammunition.

“Tim, your reaction time is terrible today,” Dick says after knocking Tim to the ground for the fifth time since they started sparring. Dick walks up to his brother and extends a hand, helping Tim up from the mat. “What’s up with you today?”

Tim looks at Dick without really seeing him, his eyes glazed over with exhaustion. “I’m… not sure.”

“He probably just pulled his third all-nighter this week,” Jason says from across the floor. He picks up one of his guns and approaches the shooting targets.

“But I do that every week,” Tim yawns. “Why do you think my blood is fifty percent coffee?”

“I know you’re usually pretty tired, but you’re never this tired,” Dick nods.

“Maybe all the sleep deprivation is catching up to you at once,” Jason says.

“I guess,” Dick says and turns to Tim. “Maybe you should take a break and go take a nap or something.”

“Maybe,” Tim nods slowly.

“Can I ask you guys a question?” Dick looks at Tim and Jason. “Does it look like I’ve been gaining weight to you? I’m starting to get a little worried. Does my butt still look good?”

Jason rolls his eyes and takes aim at a target. “I’m sure if you asked Barbara or Kori they’d tell you that your ass is fine.”

“But all of my clothes have been so tight lately!” Dick objects.

“Maybe you put them in the drier when you shouldn’t have?” Tim suggests. Jason pulls the trigger on his gun.

“What the hell?!” Jason all but yells at his gun. A small red and yellow flag with the word “POW” in bold font hangs at the end of the gun’s barrel, and confetti is falling to the floor. Jason puts that gun down and picks up another one to fire, only to find a blue and green flag with the word “BAM” instead. He turns to Dick and Tim, flag waving gun in each hand. “Seriously?”

“I didn’t do it,” Dick says.

“I don’t think I could do it if I wanted,” Tim says through another thick yawn.

Damian snickers from his perch, drawing the attention of his brothers. They all look at the laughing Robin, who looks slightly demented with light glinting off his katana and onto his face. Slowly the pieces fall into place, and confusion turns into anger.

“You switched me to decaf!” Tim yells.

“My clothes really ARE smaller aren’t they?!” Dick asks.

“YOU LITTLE DEMON!” Jason launches himself up the first flight of stairs, and Damian immediately runs away, laughing harder than any of the others had ever seen.

“I’m just taking over for Santa this year!” Damian calls to his brothers before disappearing into the Manor.

Cozy -- Jimin

Originally posted by jung-koook

“Seriously?  It’s the middle of July.”

“That doesn’t matter!”

“It kind of does.  I can’t wear this during the summer.”

“But I made it especially for you!”

Jimin holds out the sweater and pouts with all of his might.  Knitting was a hobby that your boyfriend picked up from his grandmother and he’s only been doing it for a few months so you’re very impressed that he’s managed to make something other than a pair of socks.  The sweater is white with the initial of your first name done in black in the center.

“It’s wonderful, Jimin.  Really.  But I can’t wear this unless you want me to die.”

“I’m not asking you to wear it outside,” he huffs.  “Just put it on right now.  I want us to match.”


Jimin lowers the sweater he offered you and oh.  He’s wearing one that’s the color opposite of yours; all black with a white ‘J’ in the center.  He’s about to head into his final year of business school and he’s doing a summer internship.  When did he have time to make these?

“Maybe you should stop watching so much Harry Potter, Mrs. Weasley.”

Jimin frowns and the defeated look in his eyes breaks your heart.  He took time out of his busy schedule to knit the sweater because he wanted to do something nice for you.  It wasn’t your intention to make him feel bad but it looks like that’s exactly what you’ve done.  Verbal apologies can be hard for you – especially when your dumb mouth has already gotten you into trouble – so you take the sweater out of his hands and slip it on over your tank top, trapping the hem between your thumb and forefinger to keep you from fidgeting.

“How do I look?”

Jimin smiles so hard his eyes disappear, his fingers circling one of your wrists, pulling you close close close until your faces are mere inches apart.  He wraps one arm around your waist and cups your cheek with his other hand, his lips capturing yours in one of the sweetest kisses you’ve ever received.


thefavouriteanon  asked:

God, you scrub my soul like a carrot with your K fics. K/Adam; things you said at the kitchen table.

If you are referring to how, when you make carrots you have to strip all the outside parts off with that sharp ring-shaped thing I cut my hand on in the drawer all of the time then yes, writing about Kavinsky does that to me too. ❤ I feel woefully unqualified to write this pairing for you, but I hope this is okay?

Adam Parrish is standing in Kavinsky’s kitchen, pale and rumpled and nervous, and Kavinsky still almost can’t believe his luck. He’s sure the teacher who paired them up on this stupid Physics project doesn’t know what he’s done, how he’s delivered a sheep right to the wolf’s doorstep. Dropped off by Lynch no less, brought to him cradled in the teeth of another wolf. And Kavinsky has dreams, brutal and beautiful and maddening, but none of Kavinsky’s dreams have quite matched the utter possibility he feels thrumming beneath his skin as he stands here in the doorway trying to decide how to strike.

Almost none of them. Just Prokopenko, he figures.

Adam pulls several books from his bag and then reaches out to touch the simple machines Kavinsky has left on the table in preparation. He taps one end of the lever and it wavers over its fulcrum but doesn’t fall.

“It’s perfectly balanced,” Kavinsky says, swooping in behind him and dropping his laptop off on the table before swinging around to the fridge. He opens the door and pulls out a beer, turning to hold it out to Adam. “Want one?”

Adam looks at him, eyes full of disdain, and a small thrill runs down Kavinsky’s neck. Adam ignores the beer. “How did you balance it?”

“With fucking science,” Kavinsky says, slamming the door to the fridge and popping the cap off the bottle.

He actually doesn’t have any idea. He’d dreamed them, light and minimally flexible, made of a carbon fiber so black it seemed to pull light into it. He’s very proud of the lever in particular. No matter what you stand on it it won’t unbalance. He’s hoping it will help him with a test of his own in entropy.

How much madness is there constant in a dormant state in a battered boy and what does it take to draw it to the surface?

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anonymous asked:

I loved that Clarke/Lexa/Raven drabble you wrote. you made a shipper out of me. Could you write something else in that universe, like maybe a conversation between Lexa and Raven about Clarke?

Groaning, Raven finally gives in to the heat and light pressing against her eyelids and blinks them open. She glances to the clock on the bedside table. 7 AM and the curtains are wide open–that’s all the information she needs to know that Lexa was the first up this morning.

Raven pushes up into a sitting position, rubs the sleep from her eyes, and crawls out of the large bed to head toward the bathroom. She is still wearing Clarke’s over-sized sweatshirt, because it is her favorite piece of clothing in the entirety of their closet, and her tiger-striped panties. Stopping briefly at the dresser, she pulls on a pair of Lexa’s tube socks, because the wood floors are frigid bitches, and she hates having cold feet.

After a brief stop in the bathroom, she makes her way into the kitchen, following the glorious scent of bacon, and Raven can’t help but smile at the sight that greets her.

Leaning against a cabinet, her toothbrush poised between her teeth and her lips foamed up with toothpaste, she watches as Lexa stands in front of the stove, already fully clothed and cooking breakfast. Lexa bops her head in time with the soft music spilling from the Bose Bluetooth speaker on the counter and subtly works her hips back and forth. She’s never been one to cut loose and dance like no one is watching, even when no one is watching, but just that slight, subtle bit of movement is enough to cause a stir in Raven’s belly.

Raven quietly skirts around the counter and spits her toothpaste in the sink, leaving her brush on the counter, before sneaking up behind Lexa. She slips her hands over Lexa’s bony hips as she presses the front of her body to Lexa’s back and ass. Feeling Lexa jolt at the surprise touch, Raven lets out a raspy, sleepy laugh and kisses her girlfriend’s shoulder blades through her shirt. She then works her hips against Lexa’s, rocking them back and forth in time with the music.

Lexa allows it for a moment before turning in Raven’s arms, one brow arched and a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. “Since when are you in a good mood this early in the morning?”

“Since you’re dancing and making me bacon,” Raven replies, toothpaste still smudged around the corners of her mouth.

Rolling her eyes, Lexa reaches out with her thumb and wipes away the paste. “I wasn’t dancing, and who says this bacon is for you?”

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