Kastor has a miniature pet Chemilizard he rescued from a dog-fight pit on Nar, and he named her Shisha. :’)
Shisha is adorable and loves everyone but she’s also really, really dumb. Kastor pretty much treats her like he’d treat his own child. She drools acid and purrs when anyone pets her. She also like humping everyone’s legs to show them how much she cares about them.
Basically, she’s the perfect pet for Kastor. c’:

Fragmented - Optional Bias Fluff/Angst Scenario (Soulmate!AU)

wow two scenarios in one week, that’s like extraordinary for me, anyways, this has been sitting in my docs for like a month, i just never finished it, but now i have so, hope you enjoy

prompt: he purposely breaks his soulmate clock so he can be with someone he fell in love with that isn’t his soulmate.

“Can you stop staring at me?” You request, eyes not leaving the thick book sitting on your lap.

You can see him blink from the opposite side of the couch, cheeks tinting red as he leans back in his chair.

“I wasn’t staring,” He mumbles in his jacket, cool persona almost slipping away.

“Yes, you were, I saw you.”

He just groans in response, pulling his phone out and opting to ignore your playful gaze.

“Hey,” You call from your side of the couch.

He glances at you for a second before turning back to his phone, but you can see the right side of his mouth turn up.

“Let me see your clock.”

“I thought I told you to leave it alone.”
“I’m just so anxious, I want to know…” You whine.

He thrusts his wrist in your face and you grab it, pulling his cardigan sleeve up to look at the ticking clock imprinted on his veins.

“You have 20 minutes! Oh my god,”

You never knew how soon it would come. You had known for so long that eventually you would both find your soulmates, but you didn’t think it would happen so soon.

Your soulmate wouldn’t be met by you for another 8 months, but his, one of your best friend’s, was to only meet his in 20 minutes.

The idea of chosen soulmates always worked on his nerves, he never liked to bring it up and he never liked to talk about it.

“Don’t we have to pick up our dim sum order in a few minutes? Oh my god, you’re gonna meet her there.”

He rolls his eyes, softly yanking his hand away from your clutch and going back to his phone.

“Why are you so moody now? You’re about to meet the love of your life.” You couldn’t hide the crack in your voice at this, so you coughed.

“I don’t care to meet her, that’s why.”

“Oh, you’re so….” You couldn’t find a word so you just groaned.

“Let’s just go pick up the food, I’m hungry.” He stands from his spot on the couch.

“Ok, let’s go.”

You were more anxious than he was as you both walked out the door, but you knew why you were so jittery.

And it wasn’t from excitement.

You both had walked into the store minutes ago, and you looked around at all the women in the restaurant trying to figure out who it was.

“Would you quit?” He chuckled behind you. “It’s my soul mate, not yours.”

“I know, but I’m still…curious.”

“Mhm.” He muttered, hand on the small of your back as he pushed you forward towards the counter.

Nobody stood at the cashier until a few minutes after you both had been standing there awkwardly.

She was young, around your age, short, had long black hair, big eyes and red cheeks.

You knew as soon as she looked behind you that it was her.

Of course, it was her.

Of course, the insanely pretty cashier at the Chinese restaurant downtown was the soulmate of your best friend.

You looked to him, spirit deflating as you watched him struggling to get his words out, and avoiding eye contact with the girl in front of you.

He clears his throat and you turn to look at the girl, her eyes flicker to his hand still on your back but she quickly looks away, focusing on him once again.

You’re surprised to hear a deep mutter near your ear and it takes you a moment to realize he’s speaking to you.

“Huh?” You look back at him.

“I’m going to the bathroom, you can just take the order and head to the car.”

You nod, turning back to the pretty cashier.

“Uhm, I have a take out order…”

She zones back in on you, visibly not paying full attention as she watches him retreat into the men’s bathroom.

She doesn’t answer you, turning behind her to pick up the three large take out bags behind her before handing them to you lazily.

You tell her that he’s paying and she nods before turning away.

You decide to just do as he says and walk to the car, pouting as you buckled yourself in and waited for him to leave.

How long did it take to get one girl’s number?

You sigh as you lean against the window.

He appears minutes later, grimacing as he opens his door and quickly works to start the car.

“So how’d it go?” You mutter from your side of the seat.

“Huh?” You knew he heard you.

You decided to leave it alone, since you could tell he wasn’t in the mood.

“Do you want to go back to my house or yours?”

“Mine. I need to feed Monggu.” You answer.

He nodded, leaning back in his seat as he turned towards your condo.

“I know you really aren’t in the mood, but what happened?” You whine.

You were chewing on a beef dumpling, swinging in the stool that was near your breakfast bar.

“Nothing happened, I paid her and left.”
“No, you were gone for like 10 minutes.”

“I don’t think I have to discuss what I do in the bathroom with you.”

“You would never do anything like that in a public restroom, I know you.”

He stays quiet, scratching your dog behind his ears and pretending to watch the TV.

“Lemme see your clock.”

“What? Why?”

You stood up, reaching out for his arm.
You knew something was up when he put his arm behind his back, leaning onto it to ensure you wouldn’t get to it.

“Why are you being so defensive?”

“I’m not, I just don’t think it matters.”

“If it doesn’t matter let me see.”
He slowly moves his wrist towards you, wincing as you pull his sleeve up.

“Why’s there bruises where your clock’s supposed to be?”

You looked closer, seeing dull zero’s zoning in and out.

“What…did you do?”

He pulled his arm back, pulling his sleeve down and going back to his lunch.


“What did you do to your clock?” You spoke more forcefully.

“I broke it.”

You both stare at each other in absolute silence after that. His eyes are filled with boredom and you can tell yours are filled with confusion.

“Why would you do that? She was basically perfect for you. She’s been your perfect match since you were born.”

“She was dull, nothing I hadn’t seen before, I went to school with girls that looked like her.”

“But she probably had a really good personality, or-”

“Leave it alone, I didn’t want her.”

“So, are you just gonna be alone for the rest of your life, is that your plan?”

He doesn’t answer, instead he tugs on your arm, letting you stand between his legs.

He pulls on your left arm, hands clasping around your fingers as he flashes your clock in both of your faces.

“8 months, huh?”


“Aren’t you going back to America in 7 months?”


“So, you think he’ll be there?”
“I know he’ll be there.”

He stays silent for a few minutes, squinting at the seconds ticking by on your wrist.

“Break yours.”

You almost choked.


“Break your clock.”

“B-but it’s my clock, I can’t just break it…”
“Why not?”

“It’s my soulmate… even if I did break my clock, what will I do then? I’ll be alone for the rest of my life and I don’t know what will happen to him…”

“You’re overthinking it.”
“No, no I’m not.”

“You’ll be with me.”

You could tell your cheeks had instantly flushed, so you scrunched your face up.

“I can’t just be with my best friend for the rest of my life, I’ve never even had a boyfriend before, it’s different for you, you’ve dated a bunch of girls.”

“Fine,” He lets go of your arm and turns back to the table. “You don’t have to get worked up about it, was just a suggestion.”

But you could tell it wasn’t and the silence that filled the air after the small discussion made you feel even worse than before.

Two months, 14 minutes, 26 seconds, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21…

It had been six months since he had broken his clock, and there seemed to be no bad effects (aside from the obvious bruising that occurs to get the clock to stop).

He had gone back to normal, but you’d often see him turning into the person you were months ago, a person obsessed with soul mates.

You’d catch him staring down at your timer many times, sometimes he hid his gaze, other times he didn’t.

You were to leave for America in a month, so you guessed you would meet him a month after you settled in.

It was hard to believe that you would be leaving Korea, especially since you had went to school here, but you guessed it just had to happen eventually.

After you graduating your parents went back to America, but you stayed to go to Yonsei (Your friends being a major reason for your stay).

But recently your mother expressed how much she missed you, so you thought it would be time to transfer, even though you were only in your second year.

“What you thinking about?”

You blinked, shaking your head lightly as you focused back on the boy sitting in front of you.

“Nothing, just overthinking.” You bring your cherry blossom latte back up to your lips to shut yourself up.

“Nothing new.”

You playfully kick him under the table and he kicks back, smiling at you before turning to his pastry.

“You ever wondered if there’s more about soul mates? Like more than what we’re told?” You squint at him as you ask.

The smile on his face fades and he turns serious, “Not really, why?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like this whole thing is a lot more complicated than what we’re told.”


“Like, with you,” He looks you in the eyes and you can tell you have his full attention, “What happens when you break your clock? What happens to the other soul mate? Why is a clock even able to be broken?”

“You’ve really been beating yourself up inside there, huh?” He taps your temple softly.

“I guess, I’m just curious.”

“We have an ancient library downtown, my great uncle actually works in there, maybe they got something on it.”

Of course, why didn’t you think of that?

“You’re genius,” You pull your jacket over your shoulders and stand, grabbing the drink and moving to head out the door.

“Wait, you’re just gonna leave me?”
“I wanna find some things that I’d rather keep to myself, I’ll see you later, ok?”

You don’t wait for him to answer, instead you begin your run in the rain to the old library at the end of the city.

You had found his great uncle within a few minutes of entering the ancient library, he was slouched over his desk, glasses falling off his face with small snores exiting his lips.

He heard you come in because of your panting, causing him to sit up straight and flash a smile at you.

“How can I help you?”

“Hi,” You bow, out of breath, and you can hear a giggle escape from him, “I’m here to see books on a specific topic.”
“What might that be?”
“Erotology and the study of romantic love.” You decided to whisper the last part to him, “And specifically the soul mate concept.”

He stands from his stool, stretching his back out before walking around his desk, “Now that I can help you with, very much.”
You smile as you follow him through the maze of the dusty, dark library, reading book titles as you walk along.

There was everything from books on old Japanese myths to books on mythical creatures around the world.

You would definitely come here in your free time to check some other books out.

After you finished this.

He showed the section that focused specifically on the soul mate concept of humans, hidden in the darkest corner of the whole library.

“Here is everything you need to know, if you need me to stay open a little later, just tell me.”

You thank him before he walks back to his lonely desk.

Finally, you turn to the books on the five shelfed shelf.

“Ok, let’s start…” You mumble to yourself.

You had been ten books in, finding more about soul mates than you knew but not quite what you wanted yet.

Until you opened one of the oldest books on the shelves, it was covered with dust, but still had clean bright brown pages.

Chapters were labeled with some of the most interesting topics, all involving soul mates.

You decided to move first to what you really wanted to know; what happens if a person breaks their clock?

If a person dares to break their timekeeper, the watch of the other person’s will reset, as they will now and forever be on without their true soul mate.

So that was what happened to the girl at the Chinese restaurant.

Her watch just went back to a number that probably has no significance.

Or even a number that would be outrageous like 500 years.

She’s probably going through the worst right now.

You decided to ignore the awful feeling in your gut.

He didn’t want her, it’s over with.

Why is a clock able to be broken?

The breaking of one’s timekeeper is something almost unheard of, but not never done. Often to show immense devotion to someone they love, a person may break their timekeeper for a person who is not their soulmate.

But who’s to say the person one breaks it for is not their soulmate? For if someone loved you so much that they would travel into the unknown for you, wouldn’t that be true love?

The book was right.

“Did you find whatever it is you were looking for?” He asks.

You had come home late, shocked to find him laying lazily on your couch, apparently waiting for your arrival.

“Yes, I found more than what I was looking for.”

He stays quiet, assuming you don’t want to share your newly found information from him.

You sit beside him, awkwardly leaning into the couch before turning towards him.

“Do you love me?” You ask.

“Of course I do, a lot.”

“I know you love me, but I mean… are you in love with me?”
The room is quiet for what feels like an hour (which you know is only a few minutes) and you both refuse to look at each other.

Though you glance at him, only to find him staring at the same place where his clock used to be.

A place that was now just a blank wrist.

“Why do you ask?”
“I want to know.”

He chuckles, but you can tell it’s out of nervousness.

His cheeks are going pink and he can’t focus on you.

“I would guess that’s a yes.” You could tell, as you’d never been able to make him so flustered.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I know how important finding your soulmate is to you.” He finally looks at you. “I know how important falling in love with the person who was perfect for you since birth is to you. I’m just messing with your head.”

You stay silent.

“You don’t have to be in love with me, as I know you aren’t, you should go and find him, send me pictures of you guys’ vacations and pictures of your dogs, or whatever, let me meet him, at least once, and just don’t forget about me.”

“Why do you sound like you’re breaking up with me?”

“We can’t be as close as we were anymore, I ruined that when I decided to break my clock for you.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

“Yes, it does,” He stands. “I can’t be friends with you anymore like how I used to be.”

With this he loops around you, rushing to open the door and leaving just as quick, a soft thud going with him.

You had sat days on edge, mostly because he wouldn’t text you, also because the day that you would be leaving for America was slowly approaching.

You had tried visiting him at his dorm, but he often didn’t answer, or would just say that he was busy from the other end (this happened twice, since then you’ve just stopped trying).

You didn’t really realize how much you needed him around until he disappeared and it was taking the biggest toll on you.

You just couldn’t think straight.

Fourteen days before your big move to another continent, and you hadn’t even packed a single sock.

Did you really even want to leave at this point?

It would make the most sense, he was the biggest reason why you were staying and now he was ignoring you, so it’d be fit to just leave.

But you couldn’t just leave him.

You wanted to know he was okay, and you became so worried that you began to wish he had just gotten with his soulmate, because at least then you knew you’d be leaving him in good hands.

You had had enough, you decided to go to his apartment one last time.

Standing in front of the door you knocked forcefully, calling that you knew he was home.

“If you don’t open this door this time, I’m opening it myself.”

Almost instantly you hear the click of the lock, your eyes widen as the door creaks open, revealing the person you’d been missing for weeks.


You push the door open, clutching onto his torso as soon as you get into the room.

He huffs, awkwardly shutting the door whilst you hold him.

“I missed you so much.”
He stays silent, eventually wrapping his arms around you, rubbing the sides of your arms.

You pull away, looking up at him and choosing not to comment on his dark circles and disheveled hair.

“I know you think ignoring me is best, but you can’t tell me you aren’t as miserable as I am?’

“I’m probably a hundred times worse.” He smiles weakly at you, “Don’t you leave next week?”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.” You reach for him again and this time he leans in as well.

You both just stand there for a few minutes, before he opens his mouth.

“How’s the move been?”

“I haven’t packed yet.”

“I don’t know if I even want to go.”

“You’ve already told the school and your parents, you can’t have second thoughts now.”

“Yes, I can, because it’s my decision.”

He sighs and you can tell he’s rolling his eyes.

“So what’s making you question your decision?”


He pulls away, looking you in the eyes, something he only does when he’s teasing you or being playful.

But this time he was 100% serious.

“What do I have to do with this?”

“I don’t know if I want to leave you.” You mumble.

“Don’t pity me, if you wanna go then go, I’ll be ok.”

“Yeah, but will I be?” You ask. “It’s been terrible not even texting you for the last few weeks, I can’t imagine only being able to text you for the rest of my life with limited visits.”

“We’ll make it work if it’s stressing you out so much, I can visit you as much as you want.”

“No! That’s not what I want!”

His face scrunches in confusion at your sudden brattyness.

You take your jacket off rapidly, pulling up the sleeve of your left arm and putting your wrist into his hand.

“Break it.”


“Break my clock.”

He looks at you, face turning that same pink it does whenever you leave him flustered, but this time you don’t mind.

“I think you’re just frustrated, don’t make such brash decisions.” He pushes your arm away.

“I’m telling you what I feel at this moment.”
“That’s the problem.”

“You always say I over think things, I’m not overthinking this.”
“You’re only doing this because you feel bad!” He shouts. “You feel guilty about having to leave me all hopeless by myself, you don’t want this, I know you and I know you don’t want to do this.”
“You don’t seem to know me that well if you can’t tell I’m very serious.”

“You pity me, that’s why you’re doing this.” He tries to convince you again.

“Or I’m doing it because I’m in love with you.” You sigh. “And what soulmate could be better for me than the one who broke his clock for me.”

He stays silent, probably shocked at your confession, so you use his silence to slip your wrist back into his large hand.

“Break my clock.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, it’s too painful.”

“Then we’ll find a way.” You respond.

“I also don’t want you to ruin your future for me, you will leave the clock alone and you’ll go back home next week.”
“I’m not ruining anything, if I break my clock I’ll be able to live freely, with you, and that’s all I want.”

“Your parents-”

“Will understand and I’ll visit them this summer.”

“…I still don’t think this is a good id-”

You take this opportunity to take him by his chin and press your lips to his.

He shuts up instantly, eyes closing as his left arm finds it’s way to support your back as he deepens the peck.

You pull away before pecking him once more and you almost laugh at the fact that when you pull away he follows you with his head, attempting to kiss you again.

“You don’t seem to not like this idea as much as you claim.”
“Of course I love the idea of you being mine, but I’m wondering if it’s too selfish of me.”

“So that’s why you’re so uptight?”

“No, I’m uptight because I care about you.”

“I see.” You chuckle.

You opt to moving further into his kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“You gotta have something that will break this thing.”

“No!” His shouting startles you, and you throw him a puzzled look. “I think you should take use of that library and find a safe way to destroy it, you could seriously hurt yourself.”

“Fine, come over my house later tonight.” You say.

He nods unsure, watching you carefully as you exit the apartment.

“You want to what?”

“I want to break my clock.” You show the ticking timekeeper to the old man in front of you.

He stares in disbelief.

“Why?” He tilts his head to the side in a cute grandpa manner.

“I don’t want this soul mate, I want somebody else.”

“My great nephew?”

“How do you-”

“I know more about you than you think I do.” He smiles at you, “And he came in here looking for you yesterday.”

You sigh, resting your head on his desk, “Do you think it’s even a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”
“He doesn’t think it’s a good idea, he says I should just go find my soul mate and be happy.”

“He’s just trying to be nice, he’s normally a real selfish boy.” He rolls his eyes.

You laugh.

“But I think if you really love him than you should do it, I know he really loves you.” He says.

“I want to do it before I think about it too much.”
“Very wise, love isn’t something you should overthink.”

He was right.

“How do I break it?”

He looks around the library, not finding anyone in direct eyesight he turns around to a door behind him and motions for you to follow.

You both go past a bunch of unrelated things, trinkets that he’s probably kept for decades before you get to a desk in the very back.

He goes to a shelf, pulling a utility box from it and opening it carefully.

“I took a soulmates class in university, and one of the things I did learn was how to break a timekeeper.”

You stay silent as he pulls a needle out and a few funny looking tools before he finally takes your wrist in his hand.

He advises you to look away if you’re easily disturbed so you do, wincing as you feel the needle being inserted, but nothing is painful, so you relax.

Within seconds he puts his tools up and tells you he is done.

You look down and see the same thing you saw before, the clock’s numbers are flashing, zoning in and out.

“It’ll clear up by tomorrow morning.” He tells you.

“Thank you so much, uncle.” You wrap your arms around him and he laughs, hugging you back.

You leave quickly.

He was in your apartment when you got home and he looked up at you, nervously smiling.

He had been on edge all day, but you didn’t know that.

“So?” He asks.

You show him, “He did it the right way, painless.”
“You were actually serious?” He coughs in disbelief, hands clutching your wrist before one of his thumbs begins to rub on the fading numbers.

“You thought I was lying?”
“I thought you were on an adrenaline rush and were just mad that we hadn’t been talking.”

“Even if I was, would that be wrong?”
He doesn’t respond, eyes still on the numbers.

“It’s real, you can stop looking at the numbers like that.” You laugh.

He looks up at you, eyes smiling with his mouth.

“So this means we are soul mates?” He asks.

“According to the book, when my numbers are officially gone, we are soul mates.” You nod.

He tugs on the arm he’s holding and you straddle his lap, both of you are smiling in an almost maniacal way.

His large hands move towards your kinky hair, pushing some curls behind both of your ears before pulling your face towards his.

He kisses you once, eyes closed and when he pulls away he lets out a laugh.

A really happy one.

You kiss him again and he continues to smile too wide to reciprocate them, giggling as you press more pecks to his lips and nose.

You don’t think you’d ever been happier in your life.

And from that day you could tell it would always be like this.

that was really cute, and was actually my first au writing, so that’s something different, but anyways i had fun writing this! hope you had fun reading it,

thanks for reading~

Perfectly ironed white shirt, red lipstick and not even a lock of hair out place. She was basically the perfect girl out of a fashion magazine, the girl who does her things and stay quiet and never gives any problem but she was the worst kind of rebel: nobody could tell her what to do.
—  giulswrites
Crazy - Jonathan Byers Fluff

REQUESTED: Yes! Requested by another lovely anon<3

Hi can I request an imagine? Idk, you can do your own lil spin on it but could you write something along the lines of you and Jonathan fighting because you think Joy’s crazy and the Upside Down isnt real and he’s saying it is bc him and Nancy have seen it and that makes it worse bc you know he used to like Nancy so you’re mad and he says something wicked rude and you just walk off and then eventually he comes over to your house and its basically just apologetic fluffy kisses and shit like that:)

WARNINGS: Slight swearing

SUMMARY: You think your boyfriend Jonathan’s mother is crazy, because she keeps going on about a place called the Upside Down, but Jonathan tries to convince you otherwise, as him and Nancy went there. You have a massive argument and storm out, but will you ever reunite?

NOTES: I started back at school today, and even though I only had two lessons, I am still so incredibly tired :(((

There’s only 4 of us in my Drama Class, and once I finish this imagine I need to email one of the girls some stuff about Berkoff and then try and write up my work from today for Creative Writing (which there is only 5 of us in).

Anywho, hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by brandonstarked

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pre asoiaf meme  ♔  Catelyn Stark

“…And when Brandon was murdered and Father told me I must wed his brother, I did so gladly, though I never saw Ned’s face until our wedding day. I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty.”

Flustered - Pietro x Reader

Requested by Anon ages ago [sorry for the delay]   Warnings- Suggested smut, nothing graphic.

You had been accepted into the Avengers only a few months ago after the battle of Sokovia, seeing that there were others like you helped you feel like you weren’t a freak anymore. Growing up you had never been excepted by anyone your elemental powers set you apart from the normal kids and you were bullied for it but now you could be who you were with others who were just like you. You had become especially close to Wanda, you often trained together but you helped her when her brother was almost killed. Pietro had woken up last month but you barely spoke to him, he was the complete opposite to you, whereas he was loud and flirty you were rather quiet. Wanda had been helping to train you seeing as you shied away from others. “(Y/N), are you ready?” Wanda called from outside your door. She had decided to focus on your water power seeing as it was your strongest meaning you had to go into the pool which you wouldn’t have minded but Natasha had given you a new swimsuit to try and ‘make you more confident’ - another one of her annoying attempts.  It was a black chevron suit that hugged your curves tightly making you more self-conscious then you already were, you threw on a jacket, zipped it up and opened the door,

“Hey, ready to go down?” she smiled hooking her arm around yours

“sure” you mumbled and she dragged you down the stairs and out the door before almost pushing you into the pool.

“Come on then” she laughed and pulled her top of, she was basically perfect! Slowly you took off you jacket and wrapped your arms around yourself trying to get into the pool quickly but  gasp from Wanda stopped you, “(Y/n) where has this come from, you look amazing!” she smiled and pulled your arms away, “Don’t hide, now come on lets train yes?” she grinned again and pushed you in backwards making you scream before she jumped in herself.  

The training turned more into a water fight then practise, you manipulating  the water and Wanda using her telekinesis to get you back. With all your screaming and shouting it’s a shock no one had come out to see if you guys were okay. That was until Pietro decided to make an appearance just as you had got out and were bending over to get your towel. An awkward cough from behind you made you jump and stand up quickly, blushing. “Um I just came to see Wanda for a minute” Pietro mumbled, struggling to take his eyes off you, you blushed harder at the realisation that you - of all people had rendered the infamously flirty Pietro Maximoff almost speechless. Wanda glanced quickly between the two of you before hopping out the water and following her brother to the other side of the pool.

“What you need me for?” Wanda smirked at her brother as he continued to gaze at you.

“umm, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out later, seeing as I am no longer bed bound…” he trailed off, slowly taking his eyes off your form as you went inside.

“For gods sake Pietro just go talk to her”

“what? (y/n)? no, she’s just…”

“The only one you’ve ever loved other than me?” Wanda smirked, “Pietro everyone knows, and I mean everyone - even Stark.”

“Stark knows!” he almost shouted, looking around quickly before blushing. “Does she know?” he asked quietly

“Hasn’t a clue” Wanda smiled, “I’m going in, if you care to join me.”

———-Small Time Skip———

“I saw the way you looked at me outside earlier.” you spoke above the scilence causing Pietro to whip around. You were lent against the door frame of his room trying to look natural despite the acrobatics show going on in your stomach.

“I didn’t, I -I mean I wasn’t…” he stammered going red.

“Its fine, Pietro, I err - really like you” you smiled as his face lit up

“You do?” he smirked starting to walk over to you.

“Yes…” you whispered looking up at him as he now towered over you.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you” he whispered back, dumfounded by his sudden confidence.

“Not at all” you breathed as he leaned in and kissed you softly, his hands wrapping around you as yours made their way into his hair and pulled slightly. He kissed you harder before pulling you into his room and closing the door. You moaned into his mouth as he pushed you back onto the bed unzipping your jacket to see you were still in your costume. He groaned and kissed you again as his hands pulled at the straps of your costume and slid it down your body, kissing down your neck as he went…

Jealous- A JB Imagine

Hi can I have an imagine where I’m J’s girlfriend and he meets new friends and he becomes close friends with one of the girls. She likes him and is being flirty and all and kind of bitchy towards me but J and everyone else see it as a joke and laugh along with her. When I tell him about her liking him and being too close, we get into an argument and he just thinks I’m being jealous and bitchy so I get upset, but in the end we make up and he’s not her friend.


requests are ALWAYS open :-)


Originally posted by downstoearth

“Justin!” I giggle as he continues to kiss all over my face.

“Say you love Me and ill stop” He teases , continuing to kiss all over my cheeks and neck .

“I love you!!” I laugh , and he finally stops .

“That’s more like it” He gloats , and I roll my eyes .

“Youre such a dork” I mumble , staring into his eyes which were shining bright .

“Yeah , but im your dork” He says , and before he could lean down to kiss me I burst out laughing .

“You did not just say that omg” I continue to laugh and he rolls his eyes .

“Way to ruin the moment” He groans before pressing his lips against mine , shutting me up quickly .

I lift my hands up to cup his face , opening my mouth and deepening the kiss.

“Well look at the love birds!” Someone says , making us break out kiss .

I look up and groan quietly when I notice who it is.

“Oh hey Ellie (I made up a random name idk).” Justin says , removing himself from on top of me .

He goes to embrace her and I roll my eyes .

“Y/N , you remember Ellie right? From the club a few weeks ago?” Justin says , his eyes meeting mine .

I silently plead for him to make her leave as I speak . “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting company though Justin” I say , emphasizing the word company .

“Oh yeah I forgot to tell you ! The rest of the squad is coming over too” He says , and I relax slightly .

“Oh , okay. Well let me get dressed then” I say , brushing past Justin and walking up the stairs , totally not acknowledging Ellies presence .

“So Justin , that shirtless picture you posted yesterday was sooo hot” She puurs at him , and I fight the urge to walk back downstairs and break her nose .


We were all in Justins living room . Kylie , Kendall , Hails , Za , Khalil , Ryan and Ellie .

And my patience was being tested .

“Oh Ellie tell them about how you nearly fell when we went hiking” Justin laughed , Me on one side of him and Ellie on the other , but he was paying no attention to me .

I rolled my eyes for the billionth time that night as she jumped into another story , and after a while I could not take the sound of her voice so I got up.

“I have to pee” I say out loud , everyone averting their attention to me .

“Oh yeah Y/N , I noticed all that junk food you ate , maybe you should cut down a bit” She said , and everyone oo’d.

“Excuse me?” I said ,crossing my arms .

“Im just saying , all that sugar isn’t good for your figure” She states , feigning innocence .

“Oh that’s it” I say , lunging at her but Justin caught me by the waist before I could scratch her eyes out .

“Y/N chill it was just a joke!” Justin defends , and I lose it .

“Yeah you would fucking think so!” I scream , ripping myself from his grip and storming out of the room .

I ran upstairs and slammed the door shut , before pacing back and forth .

After a few minutes I heard the front door close , and Justin opened his bedroom door.

“You have some balls to defend her over me like that” I fume , and he sighs .

“Y/N she was just joking-“ He starts but I cut him off

“Fuck that! She was clearly insulting me and you all just stood there laughing . What kind of boyfriend lets some girl talk about his girlfriend like that?” I spit , and his brows furrow .

“So now this is my fault?” He says ,and I can tell hes trying to remain calm .

“Well yea , it kind of is as a matter of fact” I say , pushing his chest.

“How is this in any way my fault?” He asks  , crossing his arms .

I laugh , before pressing my finger to my chin as if I was thinking hard .

“Well , lets see.” I begin .

“For one , you met the bitch . Two , you became friends with her . Three , youre still friends with her even though she clearly wants your dick , and four , you just defended her when she basically told me to go on a diet!” I shout .

“She doesn’t want me Y/N!” He shouts back and I stare at him .

“Really ? Oh Justin , youre so funny , oh Justin , your abs look so good , oh Justin , youre perfect . Shes basically telling you to fuck her out of context!” I spit , and he rolls his eyes .

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks , and I groan .

“Nothing is wrong with me ! You just don’t see” I exclaims”

“All I see is you being a jealous freak!” He  explodes.

“Jealous freak ? You clearly have to be either stupid or blind to realize she wants you and wants me out of the picture . But whatever Justin . Im not arguing with you anymore . Im going home” I state , walking past him and hurrying down the stairs .

“Y/N wait” He says from behind me , but I roll my eyes , ignoring him .

I walk into the living room and look around for my bag , wanting to get out of there as soon as possible .

“Y/N” Justin says again and I spin around to look at him.

“What!”  snap , and he sighs , before moving to walk closer to me .

“Don’t go” He says softly , and I let out a bitter laugh .

“Why not? Im sure Ellie would love to come and take my place right now” I say , turning back around to find my bag.

“Hey” He says , grabbing my hand but I pull it away .

“Im sorry . I don’t want to fight with you about her.” He says , and I sigh .

“I don’t like her Justin.” I admit , and he nods .

“Then shes gone” He says honestly , and my eyes shoot up .

“What?” I ask , just for clarification .

“I wont be friends with her anymore . No girl comes before my girl” He says , pulling me close to him .

“Thank you” I say gently , pressing a kiss to his cheek .

“Oh , and by the way” I start , moving close to his ear.

“The next time you call me a jealous freak , im gonna show you one” I say , kissing his ear. 

lucianmade  asked:

Okay so a meta on Noct and Luna?

(Talk Meta to Me meme | Accepting)

Can we just appreciate for a moment how much they’d need to work on things if they ever actually got married in canon? I mean, they love each other, yes. Very much so! But they haven’t actually seen each other in over a decade.

You can’t tell me that Noct hasn’t put Luna on an incredible pedestal. He’s basically decided she’s perfect and somehow he needs to find a way to measure up, and that’s not how a relationship is supposed to work. I mean, I have sat through the whole deification thing. I have been someone’s sun, their stars, their moon, the light of their life. And you know what? It’s really uncomfortable.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I definitely think they could make it work. They’d just need to spend most of the honeymoon getting to know each other as actual people, rather than overly built up ideas from when they were children.

anonymous asked:

Hello Jam-cchi! Could you please do Akashi spending a lot of time with the female student council vice president at Rakuzan, like they stay back together after school and stuff, but it's for council-related work. She's beautiful and accomplished (basically perfect like Akashi) and appears to fancy him, so his s/o cannot help but feel jealous and pricked by insecurities. Would Akashi's heart waver? And if not, how would he assure his s/o that nothing's going on?

The first time you met the vice council president was after school one day. Your club activities ran late and so you thought you might as well check to see if Akashi would be in the student council clubroom, which he would most likely be at a late hour if he wasn’t at home. 

The council room was located on the second floor in the main building. It was usually tidy apart from the strew of papers on a few of the desks, Akashi telling you that the organisation committee were ironically messy. After climbing up flights of stairs, you knocked on the door, hoping to hear Akashi’s voice to come in.

That didn’t happen. Somebody else opens the door. It’s a girl, one with astonishing beauty. You’ve seen her around before, but not too much. She must be the new vice president that Akashi mentioned. The mere fact that she was standing in the council room told you that her intellect and accomplishments rivalled your boyfriend’s.

“Hello ____-san. Are you here for Akashi-san?” She says to you with a kind smile that doesn’t reach her almond eyes. Her voice is incredibly formal and polite, oozing class.

“____? I thought you’d have club activities?” You heard Akashi say from his desk. He stands and approaches while the vice president retreats to her desk. You’re still in awe of her beauty, but then you notice that they’re the only two still there.

“Y-Yeah, I thought we could walk together if you were going home soon.” You spoke, yet some words were gathering in the back of your throat and soon blocking your speech, leading you to stumble and utter.

“Unfortunately that may not be possible. It will most likely be dark by the time I finish and I don’t want you to be in danger.” He admits. While he would love to spend a little bit of time with you on the way to your home, it’s not the best option for you.

Alongside this, there were a few events coming up, such as the infamous cultural festival, and as the student council was always tasked to take a fair share of the workload as well, he had less time to spend with you, as if he would stay late after school. 

More time spent with her.

Seeing the disappointment in your face, he asks you to call when you arrive home. You forgot, your mind swarmed with a plethora of scenarios after seeing the vice president. It was getting cold and you felt disappointed and isolated, pushed aside with the reveal of that girl. 

After that day, you felt embarrassed when she saw you, wanting to avoid her, avoid comparing yourself to her. It was clear in his eyes that you were acting distant in public with him. For a reason that he wasn’t sure about, his paranoia telling him that you were ashamed of him.

You weren’t sure if Akashi realised it, but you observed the potential signs. He was never watching to see her gaze following his form. He was always too preoccupied to analyse why her fingers brushed against his for a few moments too many when she handed him paperwork and files. It made your stomach lurch and your heart wrench as it hurt to watch. You didn’t know if she was in love with him or not, but the seeds of doubt and anxiety had already been planted. It was too late to stop them from blossoming.

You wondered if she was a better fit to be by his side, able to stand as an empress. Rather than say anything about it, in a desire to not impose you squandered everything and turned a blind eye, praying that he wouldn’t stray. That he would reject her if she happened to confess.

His heart wrenches under buckling guilt when it dawned upon him, your actions have become far too obvious. As he walked you to school in the morning, you were acting like you normally did, discussing lessons you weren’t looking forward to, and a particular cafe that was opening. He decided to make a plan to take you there after seeing your excited face.

It all changed when you arrived at school. Your grip on his hand loosens, until it falls from his. As you two walked up the stairs, you became more remote from him. The vice president walked by just before you walked past the council room. Her eyes widened a fraction when she saw you two.

The vice president, Hatsumi, greets you first, and then Akashi. He is about to ask her if she plans on returning to the council room until he sees you trying to find an excuse to leave.

“____, my dear, would you like to go to that cafe you were mentioning this morning? We can go after your club activities today, I have been very preoccupied recently, I hope you can forgive me. Please excuse me ____.” He says as he leads you away by the hand, noting your surprise at his open display of affection in front of her.

It becomes apparent that he’s notices the reason behind your behaviour, but he would still like your explanation. Until that moment, he is more than happy to indulge you with his affections, something you both have been missing.

Fatty Bees!

It was only morning, but it was a beautiful one at that. Yang was fast asleep with Blake, who in recent had put in quite the amount of weight. She was soft, squishy and warm, perfect cuddling material for Yang! At 350 pounds, she was basically the perfect snuggle buddy. Today was no different, as she cuddled the cat Faunus’s squishy and huge gut while she slept, a blissful smile across her face as she snored lightly


anonymous asked:

Awesome! Could you do a leo imagine where he comes back from calypso's island, and talks about calypso a lot which makes the reader sad and insecure cuz she likes him? Thanks so much!!! :D

“I just don’t know what to do y/n. She was rude and always angry at me, but I have to bring her back. I can’t just be another guy leaving her alone on that island. And in the end she- she was nice. God, why do girls have to be complicated?”

You shrugged. You and Leo were sitting in Bunker Nine and he was building a helicopter out of spare parts and random objects lying on the table. Fiddling as always. It was endearing actually.

“Girls are always complicated, whatever the age, whoever the parents, I don’t even think girls understand girls.”

He tossed the copter in the air and it flew in your direction and then veered off to the right and crashed into the wall.

“Damn. But it’s just that she was basically perfect. At least the perfect girl for me. I just really want to show her I’m different from all those other guys.”

“Why is she so important? Ever heard of ‘There are more fish in the sea’.”

“Oh yeah Y/N, like who?”

‘Like me!’ You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to punch the shit out of him, why couldn’t he notice you? You hung around him and always boosted his spirits when he was down, but all he did was see you as a friend. You even brought him coffee in the morning when you knew he pulled all nighters building and configuring the Argo II. But nothing! And now that he’d gotten back all he did was talk about Calypso and how he needed to save her.

“I don’t know Leo.” You mumbled. He grunted and went over to the helicopter and started picking up the pieces.

You got up quietly and tried to slip out of the room. What he said earlier upset you, all you really wanted was go back to the Apollo cabin ((I kind just picked someone.)) and take a nice hot shower and forget about this conversation and just come back tomorrow to have it happen all over again.

“Hey, where are you going?” Leo asked.

You sniffed and tried to sound normal. “I’m just tired, I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Something’s wrong, I know my best friend.”

“Nothings wrong, I promise.” You turned around and he was in your face looking right in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

When you didn’t answer he spoke again. “Did I say something? Oh my gods. Fuck, I’m sorry. What did I say? Seriously y/n you can tell me anything. What did I say?” he begged. He couldn’t stand when you didn’t feel comfortable talking to him.

“You just talk about Calypso all the time. I-It makes me feel jealous.”

He shook your shoulders a little bit. “Yeah but you’re my best friend.”

“Yeah that’s kinda the problem.” You whispered.

“What, y/n? Do you think Calypso is going to replace you of something? Because whatever happens, if I can bring her back or not, that won’t happen. You’re my girl.”

You looked up at him, right in the eyes. “I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing Leo.”

“What else we be talking abo- oh.”

You covered your red blushing face with your hands. Leo wrapped his awkward long, thin fingers around your wrists and pulled them away from your face.

“Are you serious?” He seemed flabbergasted. You pulled your hands away and stared at the floor fiddling with your rings. 

He took a step backwards and shook his head.

“How long have you- uh felt this way.” He swallowed nervously.

“Since the first time we met.”

He stared at you, like he could believe that someone could spend so much time thinking about one person and especially that one person being him.

“Why didn’t you ever say something?” He questioned, utterly confused.

“Well because I was for sure the love was unrequited.”

He blinked and looked around the shop. “Why were you so sure?”

“Well because every time you like someone you’re so obvious about it and you were never like that to me so I accepted -”

His lips smashed against yours and he grabbed your face in his hands. You nearly fell backwards in shock.

“It’s not unrequited.” He mumbled against you lips.


So I’m sorry anon, I had soooo much trouble writing Leo’s responses. For reason I found it difficult to be witty and sarcastic so how about this be a Serious!Leo imagine??? Remember to send in prompts to my ask box and I’ll get to writing right away!