Here is a list of things that I am including in this book. Please send me my seven-figure advance.
• affluent family lives in suburb. The husband (who is a professor but also a novelist) is cheating on his wife, but he thinks it falls into a moral gray area because he is a Great Man
• they expected that their lives would be different than they are, and this makes them snap at each other with words that cut deep and carry a history, which they did not used to do when they were young and in love and the world held out its hand to them and said “COME!”
• wry aside
• several paragraphs to show that the author has read Proust or Kierkegaard
• much younger student somehow really wants to sleep with this professor novelist guy. That’s cool, great, she is the aggressor in this scenario
• sex scene containing one bizarre detail that makes you worry a little bit about the author, not in a judgy way, just in a does-he-actually-think-this-is-how-that-works?-how-has-he-been-married-for-six-years? way
“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.
“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.
“Go on then,”
“Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.
“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.
“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.
Summary: You’re in charge of homecoming but you don’t have a date.
A/N: OK, honestly I’m so proud of this you guys. It was like ten pages on a google docs. I hope you like it. I know a lot of people want a part 2 to twist of fate, and that will most likely happen pretty soon! But I want to do this as a series as well so we’ll see. Anyway, hope you all like it. I love the feedback, by the way, so tell me what you think!
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The sound of the phone ringing woke you up. Startled, you ran a hand through your hair and looked around before registering where you were. Home. In bed. Things were normal again, right?
Wrong. It was two a.m and the phone was ringing. Why did your parents agree to get you your own line? You quickly flicked on your bedside lamp and then picked up the receiver. “Hello?” You mumbled barely coherently, slowly sitting up in bed.
“Y/N?” It was Steve. You could tell by the way he pronounced your name. Just slightly different than everyone else did. Like it had more meaning coming from his mouth.
You let out a long yawn. “Yeah, Steve. It’s me. What’s going on? Why are you calling me at-“ you glanced over at the clock on your night stand. “Two thirteen in the morning?”
“I haven’t been able to sleep at all,” he said, and you could hear the tiredness in his voice, all groggy and deeper than usual. “Let me apologize. Let me make it up to you. I fucked up, okay-“
“Fucked up is putting it lightly,” you cut him off, your words sharp like daggers. “I don’t want to talk to you about it. Especially not now.”
Steve sighed on the other line. You could almost picture him running a hand through his hair. You hated that you knew him that well. “Go to sleep, Harrington,” You said, and didn’t wait for a response before hanging up the phone.
You tried to go back to sleep but your mind kept drifting back to a few days ago, when everything starting going to shit.
Requested to do
the ‘dating Zach Dempsey would include’ but with a booknerd fem!reader :)
- Getting to see how smart
Zach is, everyone thought Zach was under average when it came to smarts
but when you start to date him you find out just how smart he is, not in the
stereotypical Asian guy can do any math way, he was terrible at math but he was an A+ bio
student and knew more about marine life than anyone you’ve ever met.
- Hand holding lots of hand
holding, Zach is big on holding hands whether it’s while you’re walking to class
or under the table during lunch or even at the library while he stands
patiently next to you as you take your time looking at all the books, you don’t
mind all the hand holding since your hands are always cold and Zach’s much larger
ones are always so warm and soft.
- Going on dates to the
aquarium, your favourite place to go to on weekend dates is the aquarium, you
like watching all the fish swim around therapeutically and you love watching
Zach’s eyes light up as he sees the aquatic animals he’s usually reading and studying about
- Cuddling on cold rainy
days, Zach is a massive teddy bear when it comes to cuddles, he loves to be
cuddled and also loves to be the cuddler and when it’s a cold rainy day that’s
the perfect time to sit on the couch and watch movies while cuddling each other.
Lie to me? Steal my work? Have fun going from 52K a year to minimum wages.
(warning: long story)
Takes place back in 2014, long read with a lot of buildup to revenge. I was about a year into my job and was being recognized for my talents and promoted pretty regularly. I was constantly being used as the liaison between my company and the client companies we had business and contracts with, and literally have saved our contract companies hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Then I was approached by Amy, who was in another department, for a job opportunity in the next month or so. She was going out on medical leave and was going to train me to take over her position in the interim and then fully take it over once she came back and moved into a new role. I was ecstatic because I knew she had a salary position and that’s what I really wanted. Most of the salaried positions in the company were the kind you had direct reports and in my industry there is a lot of stupid and handholding so I was not looking forward to have to deal with that stuff, but here was this angel offering me the salary I wanted and the stepping stone I wanted to get further in the company, all without having to deal with stupidity on a daily basis! So for the next 3 weeks I’m pulled from my current duties about twice a week to train in her position. In the beginning it was really menial stuff to get aquatinted with her department but then we started getting into the bigger Excel stuff. Now her job was 90% Excel based, but in having her teach me her job and the duties and deadlines for certain things I realized she was basically flying by with basic Excel knowledge (I’m taking formulas to do math and VLOOKUPs were the majority of what she used in EVERYTHING). Now I was really okay with it and knew I could bring a lot more to the position with my knowledge and really help out the management team and showcase my expertise to them.
We knew Doomfist was strong, but he just tore out Tracer’s chronal accelerator, the only thing keeping her in this reality, and bearing in mind this is canon, she’s just been forced back into being the ghost she was before Winston created the accelerator.
As we can see in this image, he didn’t just do some damage, he tore the entire accelerator out from her back, which, must have been incredibly painful, but her entire lifeline was ripped away in one go, which must be emotionally pretty damn traumatising and terrifying in itself.
It also gives us a really great picture on how strong Doomfist really is.
Winston, is horrified, not just because his work was destroyed but Tracer is his best and closest friend, he saw her disappear once, and now he’s helplessly watching it happen again, with no idea as to whether he’ll be able to get her back this time.
He’s horrified, and in the reflection of his glasses you can see Tracer’s desperation and fear as well, really emphasising the helplessness both of them are feeling, I love this frame because it clearly shows the care he has for his best friend, and watching her slip away again is heartbreaking to see in his expression.
Tracer’s disappearnce is by far the saddest part of this entire animaton, the look on horror on her face especially pictured on the left, I zoomed in more on her face purely for that reason. She looks in disbelief almost, but I personally think she’s been hit by the realisation she has to go back.
She’s desperate, she’s holding her head at first, and then reaching out to Winston in a desperate cry for help.
These three moments show the exact moment Tracer isappears, the moment Winston realises she’s gone, and Winston entering his rage.
It almost shows the stages of grief, except a few stages are missed out, he’s just lost his best friend for a second time, but he needs to act, now, he doesn’t have time to mourn, and so he enters rage within a matter of seconds after Tracer disappears.
But yeah, Tracer’s disappeared again, this leaves some pretty good opporutnities for some character development for all three of them really, Tracer is put into a traumatic experience twice now, I can’t wait to see how she is emotionally after, she is the “happy go-lucky” mascot after all, seeing how this effects her as well as Winston will be very interesting.
Not to mention the resentment that will build up against Doomfist specifically, rather than putting him under Talon as a whole, it’s become a lot more personal now.
Anyway, this is my take on it, I really loved this animation style, and I really love the story that was shown here, and I’m excited to see what happens next honestly.
I worked in the produce department of a large commercial grocery store. One very busy Sunday afternoon I was working the entire department by myself (it was a three man job at least). I didn’t let it phase me, and just continued to bust my ass trying to keep things filled and keep customers happy. The thing about grocery stores on a Sunday is, no matter how full you pack a shelf or a bin, things are going to run low and dwindle out in like an hour. Especially on high ticket items, so I was having to rush around and refill things as I went.
At one point a manager did a walk through.
“Where is everyone?”
“I’m the only one, we were short staffed and had a call off.”
The manage looked around and scoffed. “I’m really going to need you to pick up the pace. You’re running low on lettuce and cucumbers, you honestly think that’s acceptable? And I was going to have you guys set up a new display but since you’re the only one here I guess it’s all on you. And when you’re done with that I have the new end cap set ups.”
Setting up a display takes forever, and doing end caps was going to make filling things that much more delayed. Basically despite establishing I was alone, she was piling a load of extra work on me and offering me no help to do it.
I was so incredibly frustrated that I was almost in tears, but went about cramming the shelves as full as I could to buy myself some time. As I was doing this a customer stopped me.
“Excuse me, miss? I heard you say you were all on your own today. I just wanted to say your department looks great. You are doing an awesome job and you should be really proud, okay?”
I really did start crying as he walked away. I watched him catch up with the manager and speak to her while gesturing my way. I’m not sure what he said and nothing ever came of it, but his encouragement certainly helped me get through the rest of my shift in better spirits.
Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here! The amazing @graceak made a phenomenal playlist to go along with Harry’s story, and I could not recommend it more. You can find that here!
As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. I hope Part VI mends everything Part V managed to break, my love! And, once again, thank you all for your continued support. I am over the moon about the response this story has gotten, as I’m unworthy of all of your love. (That doesn’t mean I won’t take it, though!)
Let me know what you think! Happy reading.
“But it’s like…” Harry stops and starts again. “I met with Carly, her replacement, and she’s nice enough. So nice. Lovely girl, really. But every time I talk with her about the plans, I jus…I can’t smile. I can’t get excited about it. ‘m not supposed t’ be talkin’ with Carly about them. She’s not the one who made ‘em. She’s not the one who…well, y’know.”
“If I’m being honest,” Gemma sighs on the other end of the phone, “I would’ve done the same thing, had I been put in that situation.”
“I know,” he mumbles. “I would’ve, too. And I wouldn’t’ve been as nice.”
Let’s talk about the evolution of Percy Jackson throughout the PJO series
He starts off as a confused, lost, awkward 12 year old who had been to a completely different school each year and never felt like he fit in. He’s witty, angsty, sarcastic, and bitter. His looks are average, he has a lack of self-esteem, and doesn’t seem to care about much. He lives with an abusive step-father, and him and his mom have barely anything to get on.
Slowly, as he learns he’s a demigod, he begins to realize that Camp Half-Blood, the place he discovers, might just be his home. He starts to go on quests and actually succeeds, which is something he had never thought he could do. Percy tries to save the world because he finally feels like there’s a purpose to his life. He had felt angry and betrayed by his father, but now acknowledges what Poseidon has done for him, and actually respects him.
Then comes Thalia Grace, who begins to make him question his confidence. He starts to think: Am I really that great? Couldn’t anybody do my quests just as I did? She makes him doubt himself, because deep down he secretly wants to be the boy from the prophecy. He finally feels like there is a reason for him to work hard in life. But Thalia makes him feel threatened, hence the ever-important fight between them.
By the end, they reconcile and learn from each other’s mistakes, which in turn strengthens Percy’s confidence. As the prophecy nears, Percy fights and trains more than he had ever before, and now is seen as a leader. Someone the demigods can count on. Someone they look up to. He takes a risk by jumping into the River Styx, but he does it for his camp, his friends, his f a m i l y. Never would past Percy do something like this. But this Percy does, because he legitimately cares. Later, he storms through rows of monsters, slashes through countless enemies, and hurries from one group of campers to another in order to save his city.
Think about what he had said in the Last Olympian: “‘What did they do?’ My voice sounded tight and angry. ‘What did they do to my city?’”.His city. The city he’s been living in his whole life, the one that he never really thought much about in the past. But now, it’s his city. And right then and there we can tell that he will do anything to protect those who call it their home.
Percy Jackson learns to become a role model for the demigods who are scared out of their minds, because to them, Kronos is a nightmare. They don’t have self-hope, they have no idea what will happen to them. But Percy gives them that hope. He inspires them to fight as hard and strong as they possibly can in order to save their camp. He treats them as strong warriors, and he believes in them. More importantly, he believes in himself.
When confronted by Kronos in the Battle of the Labyrinth, he had had no confidence at all. In fact, he ran. He ran. But in the Last Olympian, there was no running. The only thing he would do is walk straight forward. Because he was tired of countless enemies tormenting him and his friends. He was exhausted, and wanted to put a stop to it. It was difficult seeing Luke, someone he had thought of as a friend, standing in front of him as his greatest enemy. And in that moment, he makes a choice. The choice of leaving the responsibility on Luke, and trusting that he would make the right decision. This was something only a leader could do, and a leader is what Percy had become.
Gone was the lost, scared, confused, and awkward little boy. Gone was the boy who had little self-confidence, who gave into taking a potion that would change his appearance, simply because that was what he had thought mattered. Gone was the boy who felt constantly bitter, who was antagonized and targeted by his ADHD and dyslexia, who lived each day knowing that by the end of the school year, he would surely be expelled, and his mom would have to send him to another one.
The older Percy, the one that saved Olympus, saved the world, is so much different. He manages to last two years (and counting) at Goode High School, something he had never thought he could do. He embraces his flaws because he knows it makes him stronger. He learns to accept his ADHD and dyslexia because it in fact makes him a more powerful demigod. He leads the Camp Half-Blood campers into battle and helps them gain their own confidence. He has friends who truly care about him and would sacrifice themselves for him, just as he would. He gains much more knowledge and experience about his abilities and realizes that they make him special.
Perseus Jackson has had the smoothest, and most perfect evolution throughout the series.
The Prologue - I knew this was a concept album with a Romeo + Juliet story but she actually read the actual prologue of Romeo + Juliet my love of both Shakespeare and Halsey have been truly united and I can die peacefully.
100 Letters - With the exception of the three singles released this is the first actual song I’ve heard off HFK and it’s so different from Badlands but I already love it. I’m glad despite this being more of a radio album that the lyrics are still pure Halsey.
Eyes Closed - Honestly, I prefer the stripped version of this but I still enjoy it. I feel like I need to drive around with this on repeat for a few hours.
Heaven In Hiding - I got chills during the chorus it’s so good. I feel like an alternate version of this could’ve been on Badlands.
Alone - This is so different than anything I was expecting from this album but I kind of really love it wow.
Now or Never - I don’t care what anyone says I loved this song when it came out and I still love it no matter how many times I listen to it.
Sorry - I was wondering if she would do a slow song at all and I’m glad she did aside from the fact that I want to rip my heart out and cry until I die.
Good Mourning - I feel like this is the people of HFK speaking but I could be wrong. Either way I feel like I’m late for an appointment.
Lie - I feel like Halsey was super pissed when she did this. I really wish Quavo wasn’t in it though just because I don’t care about him at all. I just want to hear more Halsey. She sounds good in the background though.
Walls Could Talk - I’m curious if this is about Lido. I really it like it but it’s so short.
Bad At Love - This is just all kinds of great and I hope she performs this live because I’d love to hear it so much.
Don’t Play: I was pretty bored with this one until I heard Halsey say “motherfucker” a bunch of times and now I feel revived.
Strangers - I’m not really a fan of Lauren but she sounds so good with Halsey and I really do love this song.
Angel on Fire - The lyrics for this are so good. I also feel like this would’ve worked on Badlands. Anyways, this song makes me feel like screaming or smashing dishes around my house or showering with all my clothes on.
Devil In Me - This makes me feel sad. I want to give her a hug.
Hopeless - I was really nervous about this because of Cashmere Cat but I think this is actually one of my favorites on the album and I’m so happy with it.
Overall: I was so worried about this album because I love Badlands more than anything but I’m so happy with this album. I don’t really know what else to say besides that I adore Halsey and will listen to nothing else this summer.
Favorite Songs: Hopeless, Sorry, 100 Letters, Angel on Fire, Devil In Me, Alone, Bad At Love
Requested.@thinkingoverloves Who: KJ Apa Quote:
I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.
[Y/N] playfully rolled her eyes as she walked past KJ and Cole repeatedly singing her name. Jumping over the back of the couch of the school lounge room set, she nestled next to Lili and Camila.
Lili looked over her shoulder, smirking as KJ pouted that [Y/N] ignored him. Turning back around, she bumped into her shoulder. “Girl, he’s hooked.”
Scoffing, [Y/N] shook her head. “I think you’re delirious.”
Camila spoke up, snorting. “No, you’re delirious if you can’t see it.”
“KJ doesn’t like me,” [Y/N] said sternly, cocking a brow at the two girls she would consider her best friends. It had been a complete and total whirlwind since she joined the Riverdale cast and she appreciated everyone who welcomed her into warm arms. “He’s just being KJ.”
Camila leaned back onto the couch, smirking. “I mean normally yes we’d agree but come on, [Y/N]. KJ has been up your butt since day one. Borderline obsessed, borderline a mess.”
Lili agreed, “KJ’s friendly but not that friendly.” Scrolling through his Instagram she pulled up a picture that he had posted a few days ago of himself and [Y/N] at a cute little cafe the group of them had gone to for lunch. “I’m quoting this word for word since you’re a grandma and haven’t made an Instagram yet.” She rolled her eyes but it was clear by her laugh that it was not meant to be taken any other way but playfully. Clearing her throat, she started to read, “’Friends are great to have, especially ones that are this pretty’” Looking at [Y/N], she quirked a brow with that famous Lili smirk across her lips, “And I should mention the amount of heart shaped eyes emoji’s he put after that is a little excessive but I’m not judging.”
[Y/N] squinted her eyes, gently taking Lili’s phone from her hands, she needed to see it for herself. Chewing on her lip, she looked up at Lili and Camila’s smug faces. “KJ thinks all of us are pretty, you know that.”
Camila groaned while she too rolled her eyes. “Okay, give me a second.” Quickly searching through KJ’s twitter, she pulled up a boomerang video of KJ videoing [Y/N] up close with the flash on while she rolled her eyes and smiled. “I do believe this caption states, ‘Those eyes and smile though’ and look, another excessive amount of heart shaped eye emoji.”
Standing up, [Y/N] gave them a slightly stern look. “I promise you, he doesn’t like me.”
“And we promise you, he does.” Camila countered. “Big time, too. We’ve been with KJ long enough to know that he’s got the love bug bad.”
“Real bad.” Lili chimed in, smirking.
Camila crossed her legs, blinking a million times. “You also can’t argue with the fans either. They ship you two a lot. I’ve seen some really cute tribute videos.”
Lili nodded, looking over at Camila she pointed randomly. “Oh yeah! I really like the one where they used that super cute James Arthur song-”
“-you two are mental.” [Y/N] shook her head and walked away. Walking over towards the table where they had coffee and snacks set up for everyone. She poured herself a coffee and about had a heart attack when she heard KJ say her name from behind her. “Jesus!”
“Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to scare you!” KJ placed a warm hand on her shoulder, his face completely apologetic.
Chuckling, she took a deep breath and shrugged. “It’s okay, but damn, you need some bells or something.”
Taking his hand off of her shoulder, he ran it through his hair. “Yeah, ha, I’ll get on that.” KJ bit his lip, “So, uh, want to go grab lunch or something?”
“Sure,” empty a few sugar packets into her cup, she looked at him sideways, “are they coming too?”
“Oh, uh, well, uh.” KJ stumbled over his words, something he usually never did.
Raising a brow, [Y/N] looked at him with a confused look. “You okay, KJ? You’re acting a bit strange.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually….” KJ closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, he had rehearsed this ten times better in his head. Taking a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes and went for it. “Okay, listen. So, uh, I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned and I’ve been trying really hard to ignore these feelings but you make it so damn hard. I love our friendship and it’s something that I will cherish forever but I have to know if you feel the same or at least somewhat because I can work with the somewhat and if you don’t, I just hope I didn’t ruin us being friends-”
“-KJ,” [Y/N] interrupted, shaking her head while smiling. “Slow down.” Using her free hand, she grabbed his arm gently. “I like you too.”
“What? Really? You do? That’s great, I mean.” He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant.
[Y/N] was about to respond but she could see Lili and Camila behind him giving her their smug smirks and quirked brows. Narrowing her eyes at them, she had to fight back a laugh when they both turned on their heel and scurried in the other direction.
KJ noticing that she was looking at something behind, turned slightly just in time to see his friends running off. “What was that about?”
Returning her attention, she shook her head. “Nothing, um, did you say something about lunch?”
Smiling, he nodded. “Yeah, do you want to get some?”
“You spoke the magic words.” [Y/N] mimicked his smile and motioned for him to lead the way. “After you.”
Allura and Lance, comparing the Broganes over a spa day.
Lance stretched and leaned back. “Man,
this is so much nicer than the pool.”
It turned out the Castle had a “Rejuvenation
Suite,” or, as Lance insisted on calling it, a “Space Spa.” Allura decided it
wasn’t worth correcting him, especially not now.
She and Lance were each ensconced in
a single-person soaking tub filled with medicinal and rejuvenating herbs and
salts. She’d chosen the “Relaxation” packet; Lance had gone for “Revitalizing”.
Soft scents wafted through the room, changing from juniberry to starpetal to
arcleaf, drifting from one to the other like a lazy hummingbee. There was a
quiet background music, just loud enough to hear if you wanted to, but quiet
enough to ignore if that was your desire. The lights dimmed and brightened at
slow, random intervals, never getting too bright or too hot. It was like
Lance had his eyes closed as he
sighed happily. “Can I just live here? Like, can this be my room?”
She laughed a little and closed her
own eyes. “No. The Rejuvenation Suite is for everyone’s use. And if you bring
Keith down here, you two have to behave.
These tubs are single occupancy.”
He snorted. “We’ll behave when you
and Shiro behave.”
She sat upright so quickly her tub
sloshed a little. Fortunately, there was no spillage. “We behave!” she
Lance cracked one eye to look at her
doubtfully. “You two were behaving last week when we caught you in the kitchen?
THAT was behaving?”
Allura blushed and resettled herself
in the tub. “Yes, actually, that was
behaving.” She knew she probably shouldn’t, but the impulse hit her and she
couldn’t help herself. “You should see what he’s like when we’re in the Black
Lance snickered and closed his eyes.
“I do not need to see that. Well…
actually, I might not mind, but Keith would hit the ceiling.”
“Really? He doesn’t seem sex-averse
“Oh, trust me, Princess, he very
much IS NOT.” She rolled her head over to find him grinning. “But he and Shiro
have that whole ‘bro’ thing going on. He gets squidgy about it.”
“Yeah, y’know: squidgy.”
“I know a dozen different languages,
and none of them have such a word.”
“It’s kind of like ‘ew’ but with
more ‘ugh’ to it.”
Her brow furrowed. “Anyway, he doesn’t
like hearing about Shiro’s sex life? Is that the point you’re trying to make?”
“Yeah, pretty much. I don’t mind though.”
She laughed. “You already saw some
of it! And, for the record, I was just trying to make tea. The rest of that was
all his idea.” She cleared her throat. “Sometimes it feels like you and Keith
aren’t even dating at all. If you hadn’t announced it over the Castle’s comm
systems, I might not even believe it.”
“Eh, Keith isn’t a big PDA person.”
“Eyyyyyyyyyy!” he finished with a
grin. “Yeah, Public Displays of Affection. It kind of drove me nuts at first,
but then I realized that it’s,” his voice softened from smugness into quiet
satisfaction, “well, it’s kind of like I get to keep all of that to myself.
Just for me.”
“Aww, that’s kind of sweet.”
“It is, isn’t it? It’s actually
amazing how sweet Keith can be sometimes. Like, even when I think he’s not
listening to me, and I’m just babbling and being annoying, he’ll say or do something
days later that proves he really heard
me. Like when I was running out of my moisturizer, and he…”
“Oh, is that why he asked me about
that? I thought maybe you were just rubbing off on him.”
“Every chance I get!” Lance
She rolled her eyes, but stayed on
subject. “He got that for you?”
“Yeah, he did. And it works great,
by the way!”
“You are glowing,” she confirmed, “but I just assumed that was because
of Keith himself and not the new skincare product.”
Lance blushed a little but rolled
his head over, opened both eyes, and grinned. “I ain’t the only one glowin’
around here, sister.”
“I am not your sister nor am I
“GLOOOWWWINNNNG,” he insisted in a
sing-song voice. “Shiro smiles and you light up like a Christmas tree.”
“I don’t know what that is, but I’m
certain you’re overstating it.” She was trying to ignore the fact that her face
was heating up.
“He’s a little more PDA than Keith is,
anyway. The little cheek kisses and things like that. You two are like
something out of a storybook.”
“Oh, stop that, we are not.”
“You totally are! The beautiful
princess and her dashing knight! Er, paladin, in this case. It’s perfect.”
“Well, you and Keith are the
brothers-in-arms who always have each other’s backs, fighting side-by-side
against evil. So I’m fairly certain you’re a storybook refugee yourself.”
Lance grinned widely and leaned back
against the tub. “Face it, Allura: You and I are pretty much the two luckiest
people in the universe.”
She smirked a little. “No, we’re
not. Shiro and Keith are.”
I wrote this for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge, and it was a lot of fun - thanks, Mimi! My fluff got a little smudged into smutty fun, but that happens, right? :D Also, thank you @mamapeterson for reading over this for me and being the lovely bundle of encouraging warm fuzzies that you are <3
This is written in two POVs - Dean’s thoughts are in italics, and the reader’s are in regular font. I hope you enjoy! <3
Dean x Reader, a little over 3300 words, fluff and smut and hopefully happiness all round!
I look up, and she’s standing there in the doorway. She’s in her
pajamas, and it should be the farthest thing from sexy. I mean, she’s
got little owls all over her pants, wearing a worn-out old t-shirt
that she stole from my laundry one time. But her eyes are all soft
and shy, her hair’s curling loose over her shoulders, and I have to
force my eyes away. “Hey, kiddo. What’s up?”
She takes a deep breath, like she’s gonna say something, then
stops and turns to leave. “Never mind. I don’t want to bother you.”
“Hey.” She turns back, and I smile at her. I don’t want her to
go. “You’re not bothering me. Does it look like I’m doing anything
important? Get your ass in here.” She bites at her lip a little,
GOD that gets me… and then smiles back and comes in. I pat the
mattress beside me. “Sit down, tell me what’s on your mind.”
I scoot over to the middle of the bed to give her some room, prop
myself against the headboard. She sits down and turns to face me,
folding her legs and resting her arms on her knees. I can’t read the
look on her face, but I can tell she’s nervous about something. “It’s
okay, sweetheart. Whatever it is, I’ll help if I can.”
I recently got into the keidge shipping and while looking for some stories to read and art I found your love potion no.5 fic and your tumblr. I got so happy seeing it I just wanted to say I really love your work and I'm so glad I found such a great content. I also thought up a little scene maybe you'd find funny where maybe Pidge is just arguing or yelling loud and in the middle of it she just does a tiny sneeze and tries to play it off but Keith hears and teases her about it.
A/N: Don’t hate me for doing something not Riverdale lol.
Imagine: Peter faces a new challenge when a new hero on the block begins taking all the good cases… and his reputation. Little does he know that her true identity lies closer than he ever imagined. He realizes your secret identity, while you’re none the wiser to his.
Peter wiped the sweat from his brow, though it did not do much as it was currently covered in red spandex.
He’d been going at it with you for what seemed like hours, though it was only minutes. No matter how fast he seemed to travel through the air via his webs, no matter how fast Karen’s technological prowess picked up on the latest crimes, he’d arrive at the scene of the crime and there you were, already tying up the bad guys and leaving your signature kiss on their cheek with your pink lipstick.
He’d had enough. He was the hero that Brooklyn needed, not you! So, he challenged you. Winner gets to be the presiding hero over the Brooklyn area, loser has to find something else to do. You grinned at his proposal, barraging him with enough blows and kicks for him to wonder how human you really were.
He ducked the roundhouse kick you aimed for his head, shooting his webs at your arms. You dodged the shot deftly, sweeping a leg under his ankles. He jumped to avoid being tripped.
You chuckled, blowing a large, pink bubble with your gum as you extended your compact staff, using it as a lever to jump at him and aim more hits.
“You’re chewing gum!?” Peter said exasperatedly, voice cracking. He’d never met such a nonchalant superhero before, and that was coming from someone who’d taken Ant-Man head-on.
You shrugged, twirling your staff. “It helps me think.” Your comm unit rang and you plucked it off your belt, masked eyes widening at the message. “Gotta go. We’ll pick this up next time, Spider-Dweeb.” With a running head start, you jumped off the roof of the building and out of sight.
"or pronounced the same as ‘sh’, as in ‘machine’." Sharon, immortal ferryman of the dead
It had only been a week, thought Hades. One sodding week. And really, wasn’t that just the kicker? He’d had the gall - no, the audacity - to take one whole week off work, and this was what he got in return. Seven days of sunning himself in the Bahamas, trying to take his mind off the constant wails of the dead, and this was the price. A golden tan that would be the envy of Zeus and Aphrodite for weeks to come, and this.
The woman cleared her throat, shifting her weight in the boat so that it rocked on the river Styx in an ominous manner.
“That’ll be one coin, love,” she said, disinterestedly inspecting what looked like a broken gemstone on one of her pink nails.
“Right,” said Hades, “there’s a problem with that. Two, actually.”
The woman sighed, pushing a hand through pristine platinum hair in agitation. “Look, if you don’t have the fee, then - ”
“No, it’s not that,” Hades interrupted. “It’s - look, can I speak to Persephone about this?”
The woman frowned and folded her arms. Her bangles jingled as she did so. “No coin, no voyage across the Styx into the realm of the dead,” she said. “I can call Persephone, but I don’t think she’ll appreciate it, to be honest. She’s got an appointment.”
Hades inhaled, counted to five, and exhaled again. He could see his breath in the cold underground air. “An appointment.”
“Yes,” the woman affirmed, nodding. “Something to do with her husband coming home, wanting to surprise him with some new hairstyle. I hear he’s been basking in warmer climes, left her to do all the housekeeping and then some. It’s all right for some, innit?”
Hades cleared his throat. “Yes, well,” he said, abashed. “He does have quite a busy job, I think. He hasn’t taken time off in about four centuries.”
“I don’t even get a lunch break,” the woman countered, pursing her lips, which, Hades noticed, were painted a rather odd shade of frosted pink. “The dead wait for no man. Or woman. Or sandwich and a little sit down, apparently.”
“That’s terribly unfortunate,” Hades agreed. “But you see, the person who usually does your job - and where is he, by the way? - he doesn’t actually need to eat.”
The woman frowned. “We can’t all be Kate Moss.”
“I don’t even know who that is,” Hades sighed. “But I really do need to speak to Persephone, because I don’t have any money on me at all. I don’t carry change.”
The woman nodded sympathetically. “See,” she said, “I’ve been hassling Persephone to get one of those card machines. Contactless payment, that’s the best thing really, but just a normal credit card thing would be fine. No-one carries cash any more, do they? Not unless they need to scratch off the little bit on a scratch card, and honestly, I think that’s a dying market and all. It’s all online, innit?”
Hades blinked. The woman stared up at him, waiting for an answer to what Hades was only now realising was a genuine question.
“Yes,” he offered meekly, and the woman beamed.
“See, I knew I was onto something,” she said. She gestured towards the front of the boat, which sagged somewhat sadly forwards with the shift in weight. “It could go there, you see? Then, all the people could queue up and it would be a much more efficient process.” She hummed. “I’m wasted as a psychopomp, honestly. Customer service was always my forté. That and nail art.”
Again, the wait. The eager stare. Hades thought about death.
“Yes,” he repeated.
The woman grinned again, apparently delighted. Then, pretending to stealthily look around, she leaned closer to Hades, and began speaking in a stage whisper.
“Look,” she said. “The boss won’t like this much, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”
“Technically correct,” agreed Hades, because it was.
“So,” the woman continued, “I’ll let you across this time, free of charge, on the condition that if you’re ever saved from this realm by one of those do-gooder hero types, you pay the fee twice on your return. Deal?”
“Deal,” said Hades, “although I have to warn you that it’s very unlikely that any hero will ever try and save me.”
“You never know,” the woman said, steering the boat closer to the shore so that Hades could step on board. “We get all sorts rescued from down here. Just two days ago, I managed to stop this pair of teenagers. Trying to keep their love eternal, they said. Bollocks to that, I said. No love is eternal. Just ask my friend Janet, I said; she was married twice. Love of her life, Jason was, until he fucked off to Malaga with bloody Helen, of all people. Pete wasn’t much better. Treated her like a princess, he did, until she lost her job at the insurance agency and - ”
“I think we’re here,” said Hades politely as the boat drew closer towards the shore of the opposite bank, and the woman stopped.
“You’re right,” she said. “We are. Time flies, doesn’t it?”
“In temporally disconnected otherworlds, generally,” Hades said, and stepped out of the boat and straight into Persephone.
“Hello dear,” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek, once she had disentangled her poncho from his kilt. “Did you have a nice time?”
“Your hair is green,” Hades replied, and Persephone grinned, making Hades’ heart flutter like he was an extra in Teen Wolf.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“I am going to show you exactly how much I like it,” Hades replied, thinking of the tub of cream cheese hidden under his bed, “as soon as you tell me where the Hades Charon has got to.”
“Oh,” said Persephone, frowning. “I gave him the week off. He hasn’t had a day off in four hundred years, you see, so I said he could take that trip to Atlantis that he’s always wanted to take. I didn’t tell him that Google Maps seemed to suggest that he might have a hard time finding a Travel Lodge there, or at least one without an excessively large indoor swimming pool.”
“I love you immeasurably,” said Hades, “but who is this woman?”
“Sharon,” said the woman, doing a dainty little finger wave. “Hiya.”
“Oh,” said Hades. “That name can’t be a coincidence. Are you related to Charon, by any chance? Great niece? Great great great granddaughter? Aunt?”
“I just picked her because I thought it was funny, to be honest,” said Persephone.
“I worked really hard on my CV,” protested Sharon.
“She doesn’t even get lunch breaks,” said Hades.
“I haven’t had a day off in five and a half months,” said Persephone.
“I quit,” said Sharon. "I’m leaving this boat here and I’m going back to the salon. I got a coffee break there, at least. All this psychopomp stuff is doing my nut in.”
With that, she stormed off, leaving a trail of muddy heel prints behind her.
As the sound of her footsteps quietened down, Hades and Persephone looked at the empty boat, bobbing morosely on the velvet waters of the Styx. Devoid of the dead or the living, it really did just look like a normal boat; wooden slats for seats, a woodworm rotted prow, one oar missing. It hardly screamed ‘vessel of the dead’.
After seeing the fandom as a whole struggle with some revelations from the official VLD guidebook, I thought it’s high time for a positive post.
Fandom infighting is always stupid (and always has been, always will be), but in the VLD fandom in particular, infighting over ships and “the discourse” contradicts what is perhaps the most important message in the show: together, diversity and teamwork can lead to amazing things.
Think about each of the individual “parts” of Voltron (the five Paladins, Princess Allura, Coran) and their allies (BoM, Balmerans, Slav, Olkari, etc…). All of these people and groups have different beliefs, personalities, and abilities. As a result, these diverse characters often have disagreements and butt heads, but when it comes down to what’s truly important, they are able to compromise and do amazing things:
Shiro lost his temper with Slav multiple times—something we’d never seen him do before. Although Shiro and Slav clearly did not get along, Shiro knew that Slav would be beneficial to the overall mission. He did what he could to get Slav out of Beta-Traz.
Allura hates the Galra and lumps all of them together as evil. Of course that’s not the case. When she learns that Keith is half Galra, she gives him the cold shoulder, as this complicates what she believes about the Galra. Eventually she does overcome that and apologizes to Keith for her behavior. (Personally I’m not at all happy with how the #NotAllGalra situation was dealt with, but that’s a post for another day.) She’s reluctant to work alongside the Blade of Marmora. (Season 3 spoiler: But at the start of season 3, she has obviously come to welcome Kolivan and the Blade of Marmora as her allies. Even more impressive is that she introduces Kolivan but also defends the BoM despite protests from newly freed planets’ leaders. All of them are wary of BoM—just as she once was.)
Keith and Lance argue over the most trivial things and have a ridiculous rivalry. But they really do make a great team many times throughout. (Season 3 spoiler: Lance helped Keith push through his grief and realize that it was time to step up and take responsibility.)
So what does any of this have to do with the fandom? Everything.
I’m one of the lucky few who entered the VLD fandom during its early stages. There were no shipping wars, no discourse on age, no mass callout or posts blocklists, and no antis. Back then, we were all Voltron. To quote Shiro, we were one unit with one goal: create and share content for a show we all love.
But then SDCC 2016 happened. It was there someone asked creators about the ages of two characters: Shiro and Pidge. Not any other characters. Just Shiro and Pidge. This ended up blowing my ship into smithereens and basically was when I started seeing the beginning of poison seep into the fandom’s openness and kindness toward all.
Many of my fellow Shidge shippers ended up jumping to other ships and fandoms because they were afraid of how other fans would treat them. Some of them would never create content again. I found refuge with a group of Shidge shippers, many of whom felt hostility from and toward other shippers.
There’s an ugly mentality of “us vs. them,” which divides the fandom further and further apart. This needs to stop. We need to start seeing each “section” of the fandom a part of Voltron. Shidge shippers might be a leg, Klance, an arm; maybe Hunay is the head. Yes, we can function separately, but not nearly as well. We all have special interests and skills and talents, and we were all able to learn something from one another.
There’s enough hypocrisy from the fandom and how it treats the messages of the show. Each and every single one of us should strive for diversity, acceptance, and teamwork.