same deal as before

L O Y A L T Y. 

fic by redpaiadin // read it on ao3

Keith slumps, and his eyelids flutter as he falls into a cloudy, warm limbo between asleep and awake. Just then, he feels arms wrap around his waist from behind. “Hey there, sleepyhead.” Then there’s a kiss to his temple and Keith smiles, making a contented hum in the back of his throat. He leans back into the gentle embrace, nuzzling soft brown skin, scent of cinnamon peaceful and familiar as it overtakes Keith’s senses.

“Hi.”

Four different instances of Klance cuddles, because I can. 

Notes: Hello! So, I felt like writing some tooth-rotting fluff. And this happened? Title is from Loyalty by Kendrick Lamar, because I’m trying to keep up a theme here lol. 

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White Diamond: Not a fusion, not poofed, not shattered, and definitely real - An Analysis

Let’s begin at the beginning: The Era-2 Diamond Authority Symbol: 

It shows the symbols of Blue, Yellow, and White, all three of them triangles of equal size and distance. Turn the triangle on any three sides and it looks the same, but with a different Diamond on top.

Now let’s see the Era 1 logo: 

Pretty much the same deal as before. Four Diamonds, equal size, distance, etc. What this tell us is that whoever White Diamond is, she definitely existed both before AND after the war, which puts a big fat strike in the boxes of “fusion,” “poofed,” and “shattered,” since why keep someone who isn’t around anymore in the logo if they did the same with Pink?

Now let’s take a look at our next glimpse of White, the murals: 

First off, if we count the planets around each Diamond (presumably their colonies as of Era 1), we get:

- 14 White, plus the orb in her hands

- 7 Yellow (across TWO star systems)

- 8 Blue

- 1 Pink

Even considering the orb to be Homeworld, White comes up either short by one, or, if we consider some of the out-of-place moons to be dwarf planets, overshooting the mark. And speaking of moons, the most generous estimates tell us that:

- 3 of White’s have three moons, 4 have two moons, 3 have one, and the rest have none.

- 1 of Yellow’s has three, 1 has two, only two have 1, and the rest have none.

- NONE of Blue’s have moons.

- And Pink’s 1 planet, the Earth, has only one.

So, add that to the “not a fusion” category.

Next, let’s take a good, LONG look at White’s mural in particular: 

SHE HAS A BLOODY GEM ON HER FOREHEAD.

Now, just to add the final blow to the fusion theory, let’s remember that literally (and I AM using that word correctly) every fusion on the show has maintained the same gem placement as their components, and none of the gems in said fusions have been hidden in any way. And let’s also remember that Blue and Yellow have a very visible gem on their chests, and Pink has hers on her navel. SO… If White’s a fusion, then where are those gems that are quite clearly NOT visible where they should be?

Conclusion: WHITE DIAMOND IS NOT A FUSION.

To address the poofing theory, let’s look at the prime candidate for where her gem has been alleged to have been seen, namely, the Pyramid Gem: 

From afar, it looks perfect. Same shape and color for one thing, which is more than can be said for the old Lighthouse Gem = Blue Diamond theory. HOWEVER, here’s the size in comparison to Steven: 

Compare that with the size of Blue’s in comparison to Greg: 

Compensating for distance, IT’S ABOUT THE SAME SIZE AS HE IS. And it’s definitely not an outlier, since Yellow’s is about the same size: 

Unless White is TINY, there’s no way that the Gem from the Pyramid Temple is the same as the one we see on White’s forehead in her mural.

Conclusion: WHITE DIAMOND IS NOT THE PYRAMID GEM.

(And while we’re here, let’s also put to rest that THIS (the one circled):

is NOT Pink Diamond, since the shape is hexagonal, not rhomboid as it is in her mural and like the other Diamonds.)

Which brings us to our last piece of evidence, the giant white thing on Homeworld that resembles White’s silhouette: 

All we know so far is that, according to the Make a Wish kid who met Rebecca Sugar, it’s “not a statue,” which gives us the three major possibilities:

- It’s a ship (contributing to the Diamond Ship = Megazord theory)

- It’s a building, like Diamond HQ or something

- It’s White Diamond herself (which makes her HUGE, which would be odd considering how her mural and symbols are all the same size as the other Diamonds)

I can’t prove or disprove any of these as this point, but what I was able to prove is that she DOES, in fact, exist, and IS separate from the other Diamonds. That leaves only one more question:

Where the heck was she during The Trial?

Well, this ties into the previous theories rather well. Many people cite Blue and Yellow’s love for Pink and closeness between each other as reasons for why, if she did exist, White would have most certainly shown up, arguing that the Diamonds feel some sort of sisterly bond between each other. Also, people have found it odd that neither Diamond at the trial mentions her absence, not even so much as a disappointed look at the White section of the courtroom. And that is a valid question: Why wasn’t White at the trial of Rose Quartz, shatterer of her fellow Diamond?

“She doesn’t exist” shouldn’t be the first answer to come to your mind.

So far, we know that Blue and Pink were “close,” and that Yellow and Blue both “loved her,” AND that Yellow and Blue appear to have some semblance of a close relationship. We also know that Blue and Yellow both have a significant interest in the Earth and what happens to it and Rose Quartz.

What we do not know is whether or not White was as close to Pink Diamond as Blue and Yellow were. Maybe she wasn’t able to see her often, maybe she could never develop a close relationship with her, maybe she was just so busy running her 14 planets (the most out of all the Diamonds) that when Pink died, she never really knew her that well, and wasn’t hit as hard by her shattering and therefore doesn’t hold as much disdain for the Earth as the others do. Or maybe White shattered her and (correctly) assumed that going to the trial would lead to her being implicated like what happened to Yellow.

Why didn’t Blue and Yellow remark upon her absence? Well they arrived together from who-knows-where, so if they met up before entering the courtroom, and if they knew White wouldn’t be coming, they would have talked about it there.

In the end, White Diamond is most certainly NOT a fusion, she is most likely not shattered, and she is probably not poofed. She is definitely not the Pyramid Gem, and had every reason not to show up to the trial or even get involved in the story thus far.

She exists, is in power, and is a separate entity from the other Diamonds.

That’s it.

anonymous asked:

Let us see some buzzcut humanstuck vris?!?! (Btw take your time :))

two birds one stone

she got equius to make her a prosthetic in his like. robot studio thingy? and at the same time she got him to cut her hair

The Wolf of Kattegat

Ivar x Reader

AN: Selene is the Greek goddess of moonlight but I’ve reworked it so it’s more a moon / werewolf curse rather than a goddess thing? Like… it’s inspired by the goddess and also i used the name because I really like it and couldn’t find a moon related Norse name I liked.

Proof reading done by the wonderful @cohdychristian


Ivar grunted as he pulled himself along. She had lied to him. He had payed for her promise, that the full moon would bring him the ability to walk and yet, here he was, crawling through wet mud, trying to decide the best way to end her life.

“Völva!” He bellowed. “You have lied to me!” He almost snarled, more angry than usual.

“I have not, you are simply impatient.” She sighed, walking towards him with the same elegance that days before had lured him to make the deal his brothers disapproved of. This elegance now angered Ivar beyond reason, making him want to satisfy the pit of anger in his stomach with the taste of her blood.

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Dark Chocolate|1| M

Originally posted by gotjimin

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader

Genre: Smut. Mild Fluff 

Words: 5,329

A/n: SO! This is my first ever smut and I feel a little weird about it. BUT! I think you may like it. This will have 3 parts with varying degrees of plot mixed in with the smut lol. Enjoy my little J-hoes! Special Playlist

Part 2 Part 3(Final)

You smirked a little as you munched on your favorite treat, watching Hoseok pout at you while you sat on the counter. He ran his hands up your thighs, squeezing the soft muscle lightly and swiftly pulled them apart as you swallowed a gasp, smoothing out your expression as if this was nothing to you. He stepped in-between your legs, towering over you and put his hands on the counter on either side of you. He smiled like he knew you were only just pretending to be unfazed and licked his lips. His eyes stayed on your lips, only flicking them away to look longingly into your eyes.

“Baby, please?” He asked in an exaggeratedly cute voice. You held back your smile and shook your head. You took another bite and leaned away from him when he tried to take it from your fingers.

“Nope.” You said sweetly.

“I’ll make you come twice, tonight.” He bargained, leaning his forehead on yours and staring down at your lips as you bit them. You let your legs graze against his hip and you looked up at him with false innocence.

“Three times.” You countered in the same sweet voice as before.

“Deal.” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours, his tongue poking out to taste the chocolate that still clung to yours.

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Soft Ana, warm Ana, little ball of petals…

Bb boi got me through a crazy-ass mission earlier with only his wits and a Rakta Cernos. He needs a spa day.

(Why tea but no mouth, you say? (And a foot hoof soak when he’s always floating…) Well, uh… Volya’s probably just throwing “comforting” things at the wall hoping they’ll stick, yelling “I’m HELPING! ;A;” It’s… a nice gesture.)

Dark Chocolate|2|M

Originally posted by ngocanne

Pairing: Reader x Jung Hoseok 

Genre: Smut, minor fluff, and angst. 

Words: 6,190

Warnings: Slight Dom/Sub, orgasm denial, overstimulation. 

Summary: You loved the taste of dark chocolate pretzels. They were salty, sweet, and just a little bit bitter. You found yourself indulging in these little treats more often than you should. Still, you couldn’t help but love the flavor, especially when licking them off of Hoseok’s lips. Your relationship with him was much the same. It was salty, like the taste of his cum leaking from his swollen cock. It was sweet like the moments spent giggling and telling each other stories while curled up on whatever surface you had landed on that night. It was maybe a little more than just a bit bitter, like the mornings you woke up to an empty bed, sheets cold but still wrinkled. Still, you couldn’t help but make weekly trips to the local candy shop and buy those tempting chocolate pretzels, just as you couldn’t help but buy a second bag for the man who could never be more than just a nighttime lover.  

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A/n: Wow this took me awhile to finally write! I hope you like this part as much as the last. Hopefully, it will quench your thirst~ Special Playlist

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anonymous asked:

Why are people literally arguing that OT is still around? If they weren't things would look much different. Liam has Cheryl (ew), Harry can't even acknowledge his bandmates and is still dealing with some of the same things as before, Niall is still tied to Modest with Modest Golf. None of them are fully free.

i have no mcfreakin clue how it isn’t crystal clear to people

anonymous asked:

What happened with josh keaton? Also everytime a fan asks the crew abt ships... I feel so EMBARRASSED i want to puke, pls leave them alone and enjoy the show,,,

Basically, Josh Keaton, the purest man in the world, who just wants to entertain the fans, is being harassed on Twitter by unbelievably rude-ass people (anti-shaladins, but also other fans) who are saying that shipping the other Paladins with Shiro is pedophilic and they’re calling him a pedophile! Honestly, what the fuck? And what’s worse is that they’re bringing his family into the situation! That is so embarrassing! I am so angry because of this!

I’ve been in a fandom that has gone through this same exact problem before and I’ve constantly had to deal with ship hate until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I was so done with the bullshit. I hate ship wars. So. Much. I am so tired of this. Josh doesn’t deserve this.

The man said it himself: “Don’t ruin the fans’ creativity.”

He made it absolutely clear, too! He knows the difference between right and wrong! He’s an adult, you assholes! Leave him alone! Josh speaks on behalf of all those shippers who feel attacked, and I am absolutely grateful. Josh Keaton is an absolute treasure.

Literally, the only way to NOT start fandom discourse is to keep your fucking mouth shut. I just wish that the voice actors didn’t have to get involved, because I feel so sorry for them.

And honestly, why are ships the main focus anyway? Like, come on! I have high hopes for season three because of the cliffhanger from season two! Lance is going to have his own arc! Keith is possibly becoming leader! PRINCE LOTOR!!! HAGGAR BEING ALTEAN??? THESE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO CONSIDER PEOPLE!!! SO LET’S DISCUSS THESE TOPICS INSTEAD!

AND MATT HOLT!!! PIDGE IS SO CLOSE TO FINDING HER BROTHER!!!

ducky-tm  asked:

102 Otayuri!!!!

*blows kiss
A gift/penance for making you write sad, awful angst. Enjoy my fluffy take on the same prompt!
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Yuri was no doctor, but he was positive that the human heart should not be capable of being stunned for this long.

“What?” It came out strangled, fighting the air that refused to leave his lungs. Otabek sat on the other end of a Skype call.

“I said I’m coming to St. Petersburg. Permanently.”

“To train here? And like - to live here, in an apartment, for good?”

There’s a warm chuckle that rumbles from Otabek’s chest and suddenly the vice on Yuri’s chest isn’t as tight.

“Like to live in an apartment for good, Yura. Yes.” There’s a moment Otabek glances down at his hands that Yuri would have missed the bashful nature of if it weren’t for the red tint dusting the tips of his ears. “I was actually hoping you might be interested in helping me look for a place big enough for the both of us.”

Yuri thinks he might have honestly blacked out for a second.

“There’s no way - did you just drop the bomb on me that you’re moving to St. Petersburg and then ask me to move in with you?

“I - yes? Listen, I get it if you think it’s too soon or you just don’t want to I just figured -”

“Otabek Altin. In what godforsaken hellscape of an existence would I not want to live with you? I’m just, worried I guess I just - I don’t want you to feel like you need to uproot your whole life to make me happy, you know? Like yeah, time zones and the whole long distance thing sucks major dick but…it’s just more of the same old same old. We deal with it.”

There’s a brief lull in the conversation before Otabek stares so directly into the lens Yuri can feel it in his bones.

“Would having me there make you happy, Yura?”

“I mean obviously, but -”

“Good, because I’m moving there, and it’s because I want to. Yuuri’s offered to coach me now that he’s retired, and I’ve progressed as far as I can with my current coach. I’m not happy here, not anymore. I love my country, and I love Almaty but I love you more.”

Yuri absolutely did not tear up at that.

“You’re such a fucking sap, Altin.”

“Maybe, but you love it.”

“Fuck off.” There’s no malice to it, Yuri couldn’t manage any even if he tried. Not with Otabek. “So when do you get here?”

“So is that a yes?” Yuri loves that stupid, shit eating grin plastered on Otabek’s face.

“Wh- of fucking course it’s a yes, you idiot. Absolutely. Yes.”

“I’ll be there in three weeks.”

That’s a wait Yuri can definitely manage.

anonymous asked:

UT & UF Sans & US & SF Papy for this... So let's say, individual is crushing pretty hard on these boys, like it's pretty obvious... little slips like blushing when they laugh and longing little glances. But, skeleboy is just not feeling that way. Skip forward a bit and something happens((saying something relating to said pining human, or thinking about some habit they have))and they come to the realization that they do reciprocate. But crush has lost hope by now... what do they do about it?

Undertale Sans

You two have been friends for a long time and it’s no secret that you had a crush on him. He didn’t mind and he did tell you that he couldn’t return your feelings, and you took it surprisingly well, which is how you two kept your friendship in the first place. Sure you were a little sad by it, but no harm done. But it was just another day and he doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it, but he just made a pun and you laughed louder than usual with a cute little snort. Holy shit, how did he not notice how cute you were before. But by the time he noticed, you had already moved on. Sans still asks you out anyway, but same deal as before, if you reject him, he understands and the friendship stays. He’s going to feel like such an idiot though. 

Underfell Sans

Red found your stalkerish tendencies annoying and creepy. You try to explain to him that you’re not stalking him, just friends with his brother so that’s why you’re around so often, and sure you may have a crush on him, but you are not a stalker. Yeahhhh…..Red just tuned you out during that part. But despite that, you and Red quickly becomes friends with benefits, even after you moved on from him. It wasn’t until he was giving you aftercare til he realizes that he’s in love with you.Red won’t tell you that he likes you now, because he already rejected you, and you moved on. You wouldn’t be stupid enough to try a relationship with him. Guess he’s spending the rest of his days pinning over you then. 

Underswap Papyrus

Stretch was flattered by your crush on him, but at the time, he just didn’t feel the same way. Like Classic, you two still remain good friends and even smoking buddies. That’s exactly how he fell for you in the first place. It wasn’t instant, but a slow realization when you and him shared a smoke. You are everything a smoke does to him. Around you, he’s relaxed and calm, able to be himself, you make him happy, smile, and laugh, and he can always be there to count on you. Why the hell should he smoke when he has you in his life? He knows that you use to have a crush on him, and he knows that you’ve moved on, but he’s going to ask you out anyway. If you reject him…well that’s fair. At least he tried. 

Swapfell Papyrus

Rus, being the perceptive skeleton that he is, knows about your crush on him and at the time, he couldn’t comprehend why you would fall for someone like him. Not many people are willing to put up with his….submissive lifestyle and he only rejected you because he feared that you would do the same and hurt him. He falls for you when he realizes that you’re never going to do that to him, but by that time, it’s too late. You’ve moved on. A person like you is too rare to let go so he buys you flowers and chocolates, then asks you on a date. 

For all of my asexual followers: Happy asexual awareness week! ♡  (October 23rd - October 29th)

[Ace!Castiel, High school AU, friends to lovers.]

‘You’re the only one I’ll ever want, be mine! Please go to prom with me, Castiel Novak.’

Castiel knew that he was looking like a complete fool, standing there in the middle of the field with his mouth hanging open. In the background, the marching band started playing 'All You Need Is Love’ while the cheerleaders kept waving the banners that were spelling out the proposal.

A proposal made by football captain Dean Winchester after a successful game. Dean, Castiel’s best friend for years now, as well as his unreachable crush. Or at least that’s what Castiel had always assumed, that his feelings for Dean were one sided. Yet here they were, in front of the entire school, people cheering from the bleachers; Castiel suspected that his brother Gabriel was one of them.

And then there was Dean, down on one knee, gazing up at him with pleading green eyes, a faint blush touching his freckled cheeks. Castiel knew Dean well enough to know that Dean was seconds away from having a nervous breakdown, and Castiel realized that of course, he was supposed to say 'yes’. Which should be easy, because every cell in Castiel’s body was all but screaming at him to indeed blurt out what could possibly be the most important 'yes’ of his entire life.

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A thousand, million years

Pairing: Finn Balor/You

Summary: You’ve always been a touch magic but you’ve gone your whole life thinking you’re the only one. Then you meet Finn. A.n. This fic has magic, demon!Finn, reincarnation, a little bit of fairy tale and a tiny bit of celtic mythology. There could be a another part depending on what you guys think.

Part 2 can be found here

Tags: @the-geekgoddes @wweobsession1029

Everyone knows that demons and magic don’t exist. They are fantasy, they are things that only exist in fairy tales. They’re things that are only alive in dreams. At least that’s what people think. You can’t say that you’re the authority on all things mystical but you’re certainly somewhat magical. 

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Dark Chocolate

You smirked a little as you munched on your favorite treat watching Hoseok pout at you while you sat on the counter. He ran his hands up your thighs, squeezing the soft muscle lightly and swiftly pulled them apart as you swallowed a gasp, smoothing out your expression as if this was nothing to you. He stepped in-between your legs, towering over you and put his hands on the counter on either side of you. He smiled like he knew you were only just pretending to be unfazed and licked his lips. His eyes stayed on your lips only flicking them away to look longingly into your eyes.

“Baby, please?” He asked in an exaggeratedly cute voice. You held back your smile and shook your head. You took another bite and leaned away from him when he tried to take it from your fingers.

“Nope.” You said sweetly.

“I’ll make you come twice, tonight.” He bargained, leaning his forehead on yours and staring down at your lips as you bit them. You let your leg graze against his hip and you looked up at him with false innocence.

“Three times.” You countered in the same sweet voice as before.

“Deal.” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours, his tongue poking out to taste the chocolate that still clung to them.

You loved the taste of dark chocolate pretzels. They were salty, sweet, and just a little bit bitter. You found yourself indulging in these little treats more often than you should. Still, you couldn’t help but love the flavor, especially when licking them off of Hoseok’s lips. Your relationship with him was much the same. It was salty, like the taste of his cum leaking from his swollen cock. It was sweet like the moments spent giggling and telling each other stories while curled up on whatever surface you had landed on that night. It was maybe a little more than just a bit bitter, like the mornings you woke up to an empty bed, sheets cold but still wrinkled. Still, you couldn’t help but make weekly trips to the local candy shop and buy those tempting chocolate pretzels, just as you couldn’t help but buy a second bag for the man who could never be more than just a nighttime lover.  

Incipient - Ch. 2

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Kim Junmyeon/Reader
Warnings: Smut in future chapters
Word Count: 2,250


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It’s Halloween, it’s late in the evening and you’re in your favourite spot on the couch surrounded by packs of crisps and bottles of juice. You are ready for the night so you press play and the opening credits immediately start rolling.

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‘Frenemy’ || Jungkook

Request -  Anonymous said: Can you do a jungkook scenario where him and the idol reader and a friend/enemy relationship like they’re always bickering over something stupid,thank you~            

Pairing - Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre - Fluff, Slight suggestive

Summary - With the two of you always on each others necks, you’re not surprised - and neither is he - when you actually find something to agree upon.


Everything was a competition between the two of you. And you always made sure you could beat him, even at losing.

Things you both did, often infuriated the two of you at once, or one person at a time, or the rest of your group - the seven other boys who barely knew what to do when such hell fell upon them.

‘You honestly think you can beat me at Overwatch?’ Jungkook smirked at you, his figure leaning against the door frame of your room, while you were busy minding your own business for once.

‘Yes, so?’ You were pretty sure Taehyunng told him all about how you’d (in your own moment of victory) bragged about beating the best player himself - the golden maknae, Jungkook.

And you honestly wished you could take your words back - but knowing the nineteen-year-old who was already in front of you on the bed, he would never let go of the opportunity of reminding you of it if you ever did so. So you threw lies after lies at his face, and he was thoroughly enjoying it.

‘I taught Tae Hyung, in case you didn’t know.’ He threw you a smug look, and you scoffed.

‘Really? It looked like it was other way around, ‘cause he’s pretty good at it.’

‘You know what,’ He began, and you knew your doom before he even spoke.

‘Loser does what the winner wants, and can not back down.’ He added, and you gulped. He was notoriously capable of coming up with the wittiest or the most absurd bets - or dares - known to anybody. But you were adamant; you could be beat him. And then maybe you’d ask him to bow to you for eternity.

You leaned in, getting close and he repeated your action. Only inches separated you as you two shared the same breath. You narrowed your eyes and he, his, ‘Deal.’ You muttered, and before you could pull back, he pulled you back, his hand at the back of your neck, before placing a quick peck on your lips. The contact left you slackjawed.

‘What?’ He shrugged as you stared at him with wide eyes, his body already moving towards your door. Before he made his way out, he turned around and sent you a flirtatious wink, ‘We had to seal the deal.’


‘I can’t believe you’re making playing Overwatch a competition too.’ Jin commented, shaking his head as he adjusted the round glasses he loved to wear - and which you or Jungkook stole occasionally - his face addressing nothing but exasperation. The two of you shrugged, ‘It’s fun,’ Jungkook commented first, and you felt his voice very close to your ear, urging you to scoot away.

‘Besides,’ He added, and you saw him throw a glance towards you as he lowered his voice, ‘She claims to be better at it than me, so we just wanted to know if it was true.’

You did, not me.’ You mumbled, and he simply chuckled. Did he know that you were still thinking about that kiss- peck- or whatever it was, since morning? Your arms wouldn’t stop tingling until you’d stood under the hot shower. You wanted to scold yourself for making it a big deal.

‘Just get it done with so we can have some peace,’ Yoongi muttered from one corner of the room. Neither of you showed signs of doing it quietly either.


You screamed as he had yet bet you at the second game. If he did too in the next, he’d win, fair and square. You hated it.

‘Aw, what’s wrong? Princess not so good anymore?’ Although he had kissed you, you really wanted to slap him just to see if he would keep shut for a day. You snorted, ‘You wish.’

Right then a book hurled towards you in reprimand, and you dodged it completely that it actually hit Jungkook, making you laugh. He pushed you by the shoulder, glaring at Namjoon before at you, ‘Shut up and play.’


With every gunshot that sounded, a growl of agitation left Jungkook, or yells of cursed profanities left yours. The point was, neither of you said anything that was pleasant to the ear. So slowly, the room emptied as the boys filed out - obviously annoyed. You were surprised Taehyung was leaving too. Apparently both of you had been playing for hours and showed no signs to stop.

The new obsession that had coursed its way through, was both a reason and an excuse for Jungkook. He liked winning and you proved to be the best lab rat. Because you held the same spirit - and he found that extremely, down to earth, sexy. Perhaps, that’s when he felt that this should be more than just a competition.

He chuckled. He noticed he was about to win. But he didn’t want to end it - not yet.


Your heart hammered when ever you felt his knee brush against yours or his arms would touch yours in a form of distraction. And you didn’t know since when you’d actually begun paying attention to these things. All you knew was that Jungkook and you shared more of a ‘frenemy’ relationship, than a sole one. Bickering over the smallest of things - even who got to take the recliner - was in both of your natures. But then a thought struck you - what if it wasn’t just arguing over things that made it fun to be around him? 

You dared a glance towards him, but almost got blinded by the momentary embarrassment when you noticed he was already looking at you - okay, so he caught you. You bit your lower lip - chewed on it, in a way to reprimand yourself as you slowly turned back to the T.V.

You noticed he wasn’t playing - he’d completely abandoned his console, and had left his player vulnerable. Taking that as an opportunity that you thought he’d caused by sheer forgetfulness and not purpose, you began hitting down on the buttons.

But the moment you’d pressed no more than two of them, you felt a hand harshly pulling the console away from you and pushing your shoulders down on the sofa, and saw Jungkook’s figure hovering over you. You stared at him wide-eyed and open mouthed.

You were sure your heart would either fall out of your ass, or your brain would combust and fall through your nose. Either way - you found them better than being tomato-faced and paralyzed under him.

He gave you all but two seconds before he slammed his lips down on you, capturing your mouth perfectly for a whole second and letting you gasp, before pulling right back up.

He muttered, more to himself, ‘I knew it.’

You went to wipe your lips, and maybe push him off and question his actions. Basically quarrel like you usually did. But then you too noticed, that you were simply searching for reasons to throw at him just so you could have those moments of disagreements.

Then, you found yourself grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, claiming his mouth like he did with yours not too long ago. And when you’d finished sharing the most hot kiss you’d - and you suspected he’d had any other like this before - ever experienced, he smirked at you, his gaze still remaining on your now swollen lips.

‘You know what, I think sealing deals is what we should do often.’ He said as he bent down to peck your lips.

Giggling, you said, ‘I think I can agree with that.’

And that was perhaps the first ever time the two of you had ever agreed upon anything - the best part being it benefited both you and him.


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Sparky - Part 3

Imagine: After discovering that Wells, aka the Reverse-Flash, is turning the Particle Accelerator back on, you’re the one that goes to Snart to ask for help transporting the captive metas to Ferris Air. Oh, and you have a special bargain for him to go along with it.

A/N: Yay! Part 3 :D This one nearly beat Part One in word count, but it fell a little short. Still think the first will be the longest, either way.

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“Give me another one.” His voice was smooth, the way it always was, as he ordered another drink from the sole bartender on tonight at Saints and Sinners. “Ice cold.”

“Always with you and the cold puns, Snart.” You speak up, even your amusement at his usage of cold puns outside of the parka not able to get you to even grin, get you out of how serious the situation was. Why you were even here.

He turned slowly, a grin on his face as he gave you a once over, taking in the civilian clothing he so rarely saw you in. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Sparky.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. “We need to talk.”

He raised a single eye brow, his curiosity clearly piqued as he pushed away from the bar, fresh drink in hand.

You took a single step back, your gaze not leaving his until you turned to walk towards the pool tables, where no one else was near, knowing he’d follow.

“You want anything?” He asked as you stopped at a pool table, him walking around you to stand in front of you. “Rum & coke? Food? Pickled eggs here are fantastic.”

You blinked at him as he leaned against the pool table. “You remember one of my favorite drinks?” You asked, surprised. You’d only drank with the man the once, when you’d first met, back when you were just Len and Y/N, letting off some steam. And that had been nearly a year ago.

“I have a nearly eidetic memory, don’t read too much into it, Y/N.” He said, sipping at his drink. “Besides, I make it my business to remember the facts, even when it’s not in regards to a job.”

You snorted, adverting your gaze by looking around the bar. Of course.

“I need to ask you a favor, Snart.” You tell him, gaze returning to him as you speak a few moments later.

Both eyebrows were raised this time. “You’ve gotta be pretty desperate to come asking for my assistance, Sparky.” He stated. “Last time we ran into each other, you wanted to electrocute me. But I’ll bite. What do you need?”

“In my defense, you were being sexist.” You snapped at him lightly, then closed your eyes and let out a sigh. “And help transporting some people out of the city.”

“How many?

“Five.” You stated. “Five very bad, very angry people who have powers. Like me.”

“Powers?” He asked, standing up and moving into your space again. You didn’t move, letting him get close until he was standing right in front of you, less then a foot separating the two of you. “So, what? They all shoot electric bolts from their finger tips?”

“No, you…” You sigh, glaring him. “What they can do is irrelevant.”

“So you want me to do what, Y/N? Freeze the problem? Protect you from them if anything goes wrong? I’m not your Prince Charming, darling. And first rule of business: always protect yourself.”

“Unless it’s your sister.” You point out, watching his jaw twitch. You grinned then. “And they’re not just my enemies Snart. They could be your enemies, too.”

“I doubt that.” He spoke slowly, leaning in slightly for a moment before pulling away again.

“They could destroy Central City.” You tell him.

“Not my problem.” He said, then pushed away from you fully, moving to leave.

You frown, reaching out and grabbing his wrist. He froze, pale blue eyes darting town to where you held him. “Len…” His gaze snapped up to meet yours, those icy cerulean orbs widened slightly. After all, besides that first night you’d met him, you’d only called him Snart, or Cold when mad. “You told me once that you love it here. That Central CIty is your home.”

“I do and it is.” He said, tone tense.

“Well if these people get loose, the way they are, there won’t be a city to love anymore.” You say, for once moving in closer to him. “Little hard to rob anyone if they’re all dead.” You add in a whisper.

“You’ve got a compelling argument, Y/N.” He grinned slowly. “But if I’m gonna help you out, I’m going to need something in return.”

You nod slowly, having expected no less from him. “Like what?”

He seemed to consider you for a moment before reaching into the leather jacket he wore, extracting a pen. Twisting his wrist around to grab the hand that was holding him. You watched as he wrote on the back of your hand, causing you to frown deeply as you looked at what he’d written.

“I can’t pull that Len.” You tell him, not even realizing that you were still addressing him by his first name.

“Then I can’t help you darling.”

“There’s got to be something Len.” You tell him. “Something you want that I can get. This,” you hold up your hand, showing him what he wrote, “this is something I can’t do for you.”

“Then let me think about it.” He said, stepping away from you to move to leave.

You hesitate for a moment, a part of you telling you not to do this, not to put your trust in him. You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth for a moment before you spoke, “there’s something else.”

Snart froze, looking at you with that curiosity in his gaze again. You saw it as you opened your eyes slowly, a slow grin spreading over his face. “Is there?”

You let out a single, long breath and nodded. “You can’t tell the others that I’m asking this of you though.”

He turned fully back towards you, confusion now joining his curiosity. “You’re going to trust me with something that you can’t even ask of your team?” He asked, clearly bewildered.

“Because they wouldn’t understand.” You tell him softly, leaning back against the pool table, both hands gripping the edge. “When we started…housing the meta-humans we made a pact that we’d rehabilitate them, get them on our side. No one else has had time and what little time I’ve had isn’t enough. And where they’re going, in the end. It’ll only be worse for them there.” You paused, averting your gaze. “I can’t agree with locking them up on a deserted island in the middle of no-where. They may have done bad stuff, but no one deserves that.”

“You want me to sabotage the transport?” He asked.

“Yes.” You breathed.

Len moved closer again, feet stopping on either side of yours as he leaned forward, resting his hands next to yours on the pool table. He was close, closer than he’d ever been since that first night. And it took your breathe away.

“You said they’d destroy this city.” He pointed out, voice slow and full of conviction. “Implied it would be in my best interest if they weren’t around for good.”

“Yes, but that’s if they don’t have guidance.” You tell him. “If you free them, they’ll owe you Len. Get them to join your…Rogues, follow your rules, your code about innocent lives, and maybe they’ll let the city stand.”

“And if they don’t agree?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, looking down, even though all you could see then was what little space was left between the two of you. “Then you do your thing. They aren’t innocent, they’ve hurt others. It wouldn’t be breaking our agreement.” You look back up at him, gaze steady, even as your words shook slightly as you told him you’d be okay with him killing them, if he had to. But only if he had to.

The grin that spread across his lips was a slow, drawn out victory. And you knew you’d handed it to him on a silver platter. “Alright. Let me go consider what you and your team can do for me then and I’ll get in touch with you shortly.”

“We don’t have much time Len.” You tell him. “We have about another 24 hours to move them, or they’re dead.”

“Got it.” He said, his own gaze dropping slightly, falling on your lips, before his grin spread and he stepped back. “See you soon, Sparky.”

Saints and Sinners was a little more packed the next evening as you stormed into it, on a mission. Your gaze swept over the establishment before you caught sight of him in profile. He was back over by the pool tables, the exact same one where you and he had struck a deal the day before. You made your way through the light crowd towards him, not even registering the people that stood around him, playing the game as he watched.

He must have sensed you coming, because he turned towards you as you neared, head tilted in curiosity. When you reached him, you raised a hand before using it to smack him across his smug face.

Your immediate surroundings went quiet as you glared at the man, watching the muscles in his jaw twitch before he turned to look at you, an eyebrow raised. “No one was supposed to die.” You hissed, only loud enough where he could here.

“It wasn’t part of my plan for Mardon to take down a plane full of Argus agents.” Len informed you.

“And Simmons?” You ask, voice snapping a little. “Did he really owe you money?”

“No, but I do my research Y/N. Out of that entire batch of metas you had on lock down, he was the only one I knew would cause problems, break our deal.”

You blinked, stunned to silence for a moment. “You didn’t even give him a chance.”

“You’re really going to argue that I killed the man that was about to kill your brother?” He asked quietly.

You growled, finally giving in as you grabbed at his shirt, pulling him down to meet you half way in a heated kiss. You felt him grin against your lips before wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer.

After a few moments, you pulled away, breathing heavily. “Thank you for saving Barry.” You whisper.

He grinned at you. “If that’s the thanks I get, I think I’ll have to do so more often.”

You chuckle, shaking your head before turning to look at those around the two of you. Mardon and Shawna Baez were there, along with Mick Rory and Lisa. You weren’t going to ask about Bivolo or Nimbus, not wanting to know if they were dead or had just not decided to join the rest this evening after their release from captivity. They had watched the two of you, tense, when you’d slapped him, but clearly lost interest the moment the scenario turned into ‘lover’s spat’. “So, you’re Rogues.”

“You and your brother keep calling us that, it might just stick.” Len said, chuckling softly. “Question is, should I expect you to stick around?”

You duck your head, smiling softly. “Depends,”  you say, looking back up at him, “you going to tell me not to think with my lady parts again?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Consequences be damned.” He said softly, cupping the back of your head and pulling you back in for another kiss.