since it even bothers me a bit

Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)


You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.

“Yup.”

“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

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“You’re My It” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,475

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request:  Could you write one (or more) about Dean? Where the reader is Dean’s ex but she got pregnant before the broke up. And Sam or Cas see her and the kid one day and tell Dean, who gets drunk and shows up at her door (with a little help from sweet Cas)?

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Flashbacks are in italics.


You and Dean had officially been together for a year now, but unofficially, it’d been almost your entire life. You were Bobby’s daughter- you grew up together. There had always been something there.

A few years ago, when Dean was cured from being a demon, you were the first person he wanted to tell. That made him realize that he didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to be with you one hundred percent. He loved you. He had asked you to be his girlfriend officially last year.

You’re now standing in your kitchen, finishing up making dinner for your one year anniversary. It’s been a rocky road, and lately, it’s been worse. He’s been distant and gone more, and you admit that you’d grown more emotional and needy. It’s only because you’re pregnant, but Dean doesn’t know that yet. You’re planning on telling him tonight. All you want is a good night with your boyfriend, is that too hard to ask for?

No, it’s not. Which is why you’re busting your ass to make this anniversary perfect. You’re making his favorite dinner, rented his favorite movie, and even found the cutest way to announce your pregnancy. You’re sure he’ll take it well, and that he’ll be excited. His dad was a big part of his life, and one time when he got drunk he had told you that whenever he became a dad he was determined to be a better one.

“Y/N?” A voice came through the door, keys clinking together. Dean’s home.

“Hey babe, I’m in the kitchen!” You call out.

Dean comes into the kitchen, and he looks dead tired. You can see it in his eyes- he’s worn out. He’s stressed, but of course he doesn’t talk to you about it. He doesn’t talk to you about anything lately.

“Is this all for me?” His eyes widen, wandering around the room.

“Yeah, happy one year.” You kiss his cheek.

“Oh.” He furrows his brows. Your stomach sinks. Of course he forgot.

“You seriously forgot?” Your mouth drops a little, sadness filling your heart.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs. “Look, Y/N…”

“What?” You’re afraid of what he’s going to say. You’ve been feeling it coming for a while, you’ll admit. But now? Tonight? All you can do is hope that he doesn’t.

“I just… I don’t think this, us, is working. You know I love you, but I just think we need some time apart. There’s a lot of shit happening right now, with Lucifer and Chuck and Amara, I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.” Dean says, a look in his eyes you can’t quite read.

You’re silent. There it was. Those words you’ve been dreading.

“Okay.” You say quietly.

“I love you. I just need time.” Dean repeated.

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You’re now walking down the street of the mall, you’re favorite place to go. The mall in Denver was outside, which made it easier to not only enjoy the warm weather, but to push around baby Nina. She loved going on “walks,” which made it easy for you since you loved shopping.

After Dean broke up with you two years ago, you didn’t even bother telling him you were pregnant. If he was too stressed and busy to deal with you, the girl who’d practically been with him his entire life, he certainly couldn’t handle a baby. So, after you moved out of the bunker, you packed up and moved to a city you’d never even been to before- Denver. You moved into a small apartment, and got a decent job.

Baby Nina is now a year old, and she’s the cutest little thing. She inherited Dean’s looks, right down to the sparking green eyes. She’s beautiful.

You’re about to go into Victoria’s Secret when you see a man down the street staring at you intensely. He has brown hair and a…trench coat?

“Cas?” You say out, not believing your eyes. You haven’t seen Cas since who knows how long. It was before yours and Dean’s breakup, since he was possessed by Lucifer. Actually, now that you think of it, you have no idea how that turned out. He could still be Lucifer for all you know.

Cas is suddenly standing beside you, an unreadable expression on his face. You can tell by just looking at him that this was Cas, and not Lucifer.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you.” You hug him. He stands stiff, but wraps one arm around you after a few minutes.

“Who is this?” Cas looks down at the stroller at Nina, who is now sleeping peacefully.

“Oh. This…” You trail off. There’s no point in lying. “This is my daughter.”

“And she’s Dean’s?”

“Please don’t tell him.” You beg. “He left, it was his choice. He left me.”

“Y/N…”

“Cas, promise me.”

“I… I promise.” Cas sighs.

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After the encounter with Castiel, you went back to your apartment quickly. That blast into the past was enough for you for the day. It brought back memories you thought you had put behind you.

Nina had just fallen asleep in her crib for the night, so you were finally free to do whatever. You walk into your kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. God knows you need one. You walk over to your living room, turning on the TV to watch whatever was on. Anything would do right now, you just wanted to escape your mind.

You were getting really into the trashy reality TV show that was playing when it happened. He showed up. There was a knocking on the door, and you didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. It was probably just your landlord.

You opened the door, and there he was. Dean. You hadn’t seen him since that night. He hasn’t aged one bit, if anything, he looks better. He looks younger, less stressed than he was before. He looked amazing. Of course he did. He’s Dean.

“Cas ratted me out, didn’t he?” You were the first to speak.

“Can I meet her?” He says quietly. You nodded, and let him inside.

You walk him into her bedroom, and he audibly gasps when he sees her. He walks slowly over to her crib, as if he walked any faster a bomb would go off. He takes her hand in his, and a soft smile grows on his face.

“She looks like me.” He whispers. It was dark in the room, but you could swear you saw a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna give you some time.” Your voice comes out shakier than you were wanting, and you exit the room. You walk over to your couch, and sit down shakily. You have no idea what you’re going to tell him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes out of her bedroom. He looks hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He says, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“I was going to. The night you left me.” You whisper. “But then after that… You couldn’t handle being a father. You were dealing with Amara, for God’s sake.”

“I’m so sorry.” He says, taking you by surprise. Why was he sorry? “I shouldn’t have done that. I let everything that was happening leak into my relationship with you. I messed up. This is all my fault. And now I have a daughter that I don’t even know because of it.” He choked out.

“Dean, its fine. I was mad at first, but seriously, I’ve let it go. I understand now.” You say truthfully.

“Y/N, I still love you, you know that right?” Dean says, a serious look on his face. “After everything was fixed, you were the one person I wanted to come to. But I thought that I couldn’t. I couldn’t face you, not after what I did. I’m hurting, Y/N, I need you. I need to be there for Nina.”

“Dean…”

“I love you so much. You’re it- you’re it for me. You and Nina. You’re my life now. Please, let me be here for you. If you can ever forgive me.”

“I forgave you a long time ago.” A weak smile on your face forms. “I love you too.”

Dean kisses you, so softly that you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you. You bring your hands around his head, bringing him in closer. You missed this, you missed him.

“You’re my it, too, Dean.”

2

Ok so I know this has been done like a million times but I’m enjoying @therealjacksepticeye’s videos on Night in the Woods. So much fun and I love his voices!

I wanted to make him a cat like Mae but with his own colors. Like brown for his hair color and then the green. I even put two holes in his ears for where his plugs use to be. I thought it was a nice touch since Mae has one of her ears torn a bit. I also added “fluff” to his face to change it from Mae and in place of his facial hair.

And here’s me! I drew me as a wolf! :D

It kind of bothers me that none of them have visible tails o~o

We Don’t Talk Anymore

Originally posted by jeonsshi



Something short, Angsty, Based on JungKook’s cover of We don’t talk anymore, VKook, Best Friends with Y/N, Friends with benefits

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JungKook, Taehyung and you were best friends. Well at least before you have fallen for JungKook because things were going down since then. 

While sitting on the ground topless, JungKook was immersed in this new game he bought. You tried not to eye him, you tried your best but hell knows he was too glorious to resist. Besides you got to touch him whenever you want. He was so close for you to get, or maybe too away.

You took the risk played the chess and it was check mate. When you messed with him, in a joyful huff he almost threw you at his very own bed. There was noway out. He made you his then and there. 

Every single touch of his were fire. Everytime your lips touched, he tasted better and better. And his body… Warm, flawless and dreamy. He was strong. You could feel every single muscle as your fingers travel. 

When he was inside you, JungKook made you feel so good. Like you have never felt. The way your bodies and breaths matched… His wet hair sticking to his forehead, his smell…  The dim city lights coming through the window allowing you to see deep dark eyes… All were surreal like an artifical world only he could create for you. No denying you were happy there.

You were high.He was making fireworks explode before your eyes. It was way too much. Your body couldn’t handle the way JungKook filled you up,how fast and rough he was. It all built up and he let go, your mind went blank. You two fell from your high to reality.

The reality as in you were not a thing. You were just friends with benefits whom used the slightest chance to fuck. It was all good as you two -ups three- were hanging out together all the time.

Tae knew but he didn’t mind. Somehow, he only warned you as you two were listening to music in his room.

“You know JungKook isn’t the type to stay alone. He will find someone eventually.”

You just shrugged with a geniune smile.

“I will think about it then.”

But Tae knew. He knew you all too well to realize you have actually fallen in love with JungKook so he tried to warn you.

“You sure? Don’t let yourself to deep with him.”

You thought that you weren’t but hell you were. You always missed JungKook when he wasn’t around. You always wanted his warm body and comforting smell next to you. 

Unfortunately, It didn’t take long for the day Tae has foreseen to come through.

While you were hanging on your so called shrine , which was a simple warm beach, it hit. You were sitting in front of the camp fire next to Tae. JungKook walked towards your side with a girl tangled to his arm. 

You hated the sight as soon as you have seen them. You hated the orange haired girl with the brightest proud smile on her face. So it was her. The girl who finally had JungKook’s heart.You weren’t enough but she was. She was the reason he didn’t have enough time for you lately. She was the reason he didn’t fuck you and turn your world upside down.

You just tried to smile but inside you were hurt deeply. The way he looked at her, the way his lips slightly touching her cheek as he whispered something. You couldn’t stand seeing that. 

You excused yourself but little that you know Tae was following you. He saw your tears, with a gentle touch he wiped them away. You just let yourself between his arms. 

He was warm and comfortable. Tae didn’t make you feel the way JungKook did but he was not making you uncomfortable either. You two stood like that until your tears die down. Tae said nothing but just stood there by your side. He even took you back home.

Like that wasn’t enough you asked him to stay. Just as he was about to leave you held his hand. 

“Please stay…I… You know me better than myself it seems. How will I make this pain go away.”

Hearing the sobs you tried to stiffle broke Tae’s heart too.

There was a sudden kiss. It wasn’t passion or anything. It was rush and despair yet you let it swallow you in. You gave in to Tae’s touch. He pushed you through the wall behind you as the kiss deepened. You wrapped your legs around his waist only to have Tae bit your lip.

Then you heard the door opened. JungKook was looking at you with those huge eyes. First it was shock but that changed. It turned into anger.

“I was worried when you didn’t come back so I left my girlfriend to see if you are ok… but this ! Since when you two are a thing?”

Tae couldn’t hold back.

“You aren’t one to question her JungKook. You showed up with someone else and you officially called her your girlfriend.”

JungKook bit down on his lip, an eyebrow on his tense face.

“You know how we were with her Tae. Are you seriously going behind me? Trying to sleep with her is too much.”

You looked down as a creepy giggle escaped your mouth.

“Why are you even here JungKook? Does it bother you that I am with Tae? As far as I remember you have a girl to take care of. Why bother coming all the way here?You don’t feel anything for me so why?”

JungKook couldn’t say anything. He had no idea why he was there. He didn’t even think. His feet just followed you because you actually were important. It was his fault that he didn’t admit. He has always thought the open relationship was the best for you two. 

However seeing you with Tae… He didn’t like it. He wanted you all to himself and he thought thats how it would go always. Those words coming out of your mouth hurt him even more.

He couldn’t stay there. Without a word JungKook turned away and slammed the door behind him. The sound just broke your heart into million pieces. You stood behind the door stupidly. Still crying after the man who walked away from you like that.

Outside JungKook stood on the other side of the door, feeling like his chest was going to explode. Why couldn’t he tell the truth he just realized. Why couldn’t he tell you he was in love with you. He wanted you. He wanted not soon or later. He wanted to go back to you right then but could he?

Important Lessons (Ch. 2)

Saizo x MC 
My darlings, here it is, chapter two. I am so SO sorry it has taken so long, but tada~ For future reference, this is now a multichapter fic that will have porn but also plot (we’re getting to the plot part, uh, eventually.) So thank y’all so much for your kindness. Please enjoy.
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“So…” Oichi stared at you expectantly, you’d done a good job of avoiding her since yesterday, since you left Dr. Kirigakure’s office reeking of sex and flushed up to your ears. But you knew you couldn’t avoid her forever.

Honestly you had thought about telling her, airing it out, spilling your dirty little secret almost immediately, but something had stopped you. It was just too clandestine, too dangerous, too…precious to you for you to tell her. Which was saying something, Oichi had been your best friend since grade school.

What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.

So you had gone home, taken a long shower, eaten some take out, watched netflix and tried your best to compartmentalize the vivid scenes that kept playing in your head.

His head between your legs, the comfortable weight of his body leaned against yours, the look of desire in his eyes…

No, it hadn’t worked very well. Honestly even sitting here, a full 24 hours later, nursing an iced coffee you still felt a little bit hot and bothered.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?”

“Hmm?” You looked up, meeting Oichi’s worried gaze.

“Are you okay? You seem really out of it, did something happen yesterday?”

Ah yes.

Time to lie to your best friend.

“It went okay.” You sighed, doing your best to feign indifference and disappointment. “It wasn’t very encouraging, Dr. Kirigakure basically just told me the same things he said over email and on the test. So I think i’m going to get a tutor from the writing lab to help me on thursday.” You shrugged, willing your body to relax the tension rapidly building in your shoulders.

“Ah, I see. So this is a case of the over-achiever blues, hm?” Oichi leaned forward, poking you on your cheek. “Sounds like we need to go and get drunk as soon as you are done with this test on Friday.”

“I’m not sure that will fix my problems.” You snorted, shaking your head. “I don’t know how someone with such an overprotective brother seems to be able to go out every weekend.” You smiled at her, your tone joking.

“Come on, you’ve been watching me do it since we were in high school, all we have to do is avoid the places he’s at, duh.”

Oh yes, you had done your fair share of hiding from Oda Nobunaga since you were barely old enough to pretend to be old enough to get into bars. Even still…

“I’ll do it, only for you though.” You shook your head, snapping your book shut and leaning over to gaze at her. “No funny business this time, I hate having to bail you out of trouble.”

“But you’re so good at it!”

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Class, right. You had to go to that.

You sighed, for what was certainly the 50th time that day, pushing the door open to the small, dare you say intimate, classroom.

There were only about 15 students left in the class, so it didn’t much matter. It wasn’t like you were packed in like sardines.. Still the smallness of the space seemed pronounced today as you slid into your desk. Right, it was just class. You went to this class every other day. You could do this.

The professor was late, unsurprising, he was rarely early. Yet, he always seemed to just appear, almost like out of thin air, right as the students started to let their guards down.

Right as you let-

“Well, what a miserable looking group we have here today.” His mock cheer tore you from your thoughts.

Yes, exactly like that.

There he was, the same cool and composed force as always, except….except where he had once been a far off longing of yours, (who didn’t have teacher fantasies, after all) now he stood in flesh and blood and heat that you had felt yourself.

You still had the vivid feeling of his messy hair between your fingers and his body pressed to yours. And…And…You pressed your legs together, a mortified sense of dread building in you.

Everyone was going to find out.

There was no way they couldn’t tell.

The blush on your cheeks was visible, you were sure.

Okay, okay, you just had to take deep breaths. Steady yourself. He surveyed the room, leaning against the desk at the front, a bemused look on his face, and then he looked at you. You grew still, trying your best to maintain enough eye contact to appear normal before looking down at your desk.

You could swear you saw the beginnings of a smirk on his face as you looked away.

“Well, children, I see that some of you are anxious about the exam you have on Friday.” Professor Kirigakure sighed, in what was clear disappointment. “Midterms are, as you know, quite important to passing.” He stood, walking over to the whiteboard behind him. “Luckily for most of you, one of your classmates decided to be a willing sacrifice and email me.” The group of people around you were murmuring to themselves. No, none of them had emailed him, then who?

You, you had emailed him.

“Because of one student’s bravery, I’ve decided to reward you all with a review packet on what all we’ve learned.” A feeling of relief. Saizo hands out the packets, choosing to go one by one down the aisle, dropping a packet onto your desk.

You could feel his warmth as he brushed against you, his hand for just a moment grazing the flesh on your arm, goosebumps breaking out at the feeling.

You glanced up at him, only to find that he had moved on, resuming his discussion on the material at hand.

Oh, how were you going to handle this?

You flipped through the packet, scanning the words with minimal interest, until you turned to the back, the last page, where a phrase was written in a familiar script.

Naughty little ladies that don’t pay attention get punished.

Holy shit.

You all but slammed the paper of the packet shut, eyes firmly planted on the whiteboard.

He had definitely noticed your slip of attention, damn.

No matter, no matter. You shook your head, taking as many notes as you could.

After class you did your best to slip out quietly, Dr. Kirigakure swamped with questions as usual, and yet, somehow, as you reached the door a hand grasped at your arm.

“E-Eh” You looked up, meeting the crimson-copper eyes of your teacher, a growing ever-more familiar smirk on his lips. Your heart pounded in your chest at the look he was giving you. “P-Professor?” You stammered, allowing him to guide you just out of sight, your body pressed against the wall next to the door.

“You weren’t doing a very good job of appearing inconspicuous.” His tone was amused, his hand wandering up your shirt. “We should try to do better in the future, hmm” You nodded, heat coiling in your stomach. You’d do whatever he wanted, really, so long as he kep touching you.

“Yes sir.” It left your mouth before you had a chance to pull it back, a predatory gleam appearing in Saizo’s eyes at your words. His lips pressed to yours in the next moment, drawing and swallowing the gasp off of your lips. You clung to him, relishing the feeling of his body pressed against your own.

Then it was over, and you were panting as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Unfortunately, the little lady still has to be punished for not paying attention in class.” He pressed his mouth against your ear. “But that will have to wait until tomorrow night, won’t it?”

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You stood in front of your mirror, a frown creasing your features. Tomorrow had come far too quickly and now you were at a dilemma.

How was one supposed to dress to have a secret rendezvous with their professor? You sighed, falling back onto the bed.

Normally, they were supposed to dress normally, because it was supposed to be inconspicuous, and why the fuck would you be dressing up just for him to take it off? You could imagine his humor already, if you showed up in your sunday best.

That hadn’t stopped you from putting on your best lingerie, might as well try to look cute where it counted, right?

You hummed to yourself, a discordant tune, opting for something that you’d call ‘dressy casual’ before stepping out of your room.

Oichi sat in the living room, eyeing you with an open interest.

“Are you going on a date?” She sat up from her spot, looking you up and down.

“Tutoring.” You responding, not even stopping to look at her. You could hear her snort, could almost imagine her shaking her head.

“Must be a cute tutor.” She was giggling as you shut the door.

You entered the address on a much crinkled piece of paper into your phone.

Deep breath.

You could do this

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Saizo lived in a really nice apartment complex, not surprising considering his teaching position. But at the same time you weren’t really sure where you had pictured him living.

His office maybe?

you sighed, stepping out of the elevator and into the hallway. Now if the numbers were in ascending order you should be there…

You paused, looking up at the door. Okay, good. You reached out a hand to knock on the door only to have it open up before you could.

You blinked, surprise evident on your features. Saizo stood in front of you, appraising you with his knowing eyes. Butterflies churned in your stomach. You stand there for a moment until he speaks.

“I suggest you step inside, unless you want my neighbors to wonder what you are doing here.” he chuckled at the look you shot him in return allowing you to follow him into the room, looking around with interest.

It was quite plain, to your surprise. Sturdy furniture, and a minimalist feel, something that you would have described as the bare essentials of living. You thought back to your own homey and cluttered space and glanced at your teacher in curiousity.

What sort of secrets were lying just underneath his cool facade?

“That look on your face can only mean trouble for you.”His cool voice at your ear makes you shiver. You turned to face him, only to find a pair of arms hooked around your waist, keeping you in place with your back pressed against him. “Of course, maybe it is trouble you’re looking for, considering that you are here.”

“Didn’t you ask me to come?” You wriggled and then stilled in his arms, stealing a glance up at his face.

“And you had to be very brazen or just a little bit stupid to actually come.” he chuckles as you flush, trying to pull away from him.  “Ah, ah, no. It’s too late now, little lady. You did come here for another lesson, didn’t you?” One of his hands trailed a path up your stocking-clad leg, stopping when his hand met flesh. “Thighhighs?” he looked down at you, raising his eyebrow. You pouted in response.

“I guess I am more brazen than stupid, sir.” You replied, a soft edge of victory at brief look of surprise on his face.

“Well I suppose I could never turn down a student so eager to learn.” He navigated you to his couch pulling you into his lap. You froze, perched comfortably against him. The intimacy of the gesture threw your emotions into a tizzy and you inhaled sharply as you tried to keep yourself in check.

Saizo sighed, tsk’ing his tongue.

“I didn’t realize how much you had to learn.” he patted you on the head “Turn around.”

“Hm?”  You shifted your body, turning around to straddle him.  “Is this what you wanted?” the blush was high on your cheeks as you brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders.  

“Mm. Getting better.” his hands rested on your hips and you took the opportunity to press your lips against his. He let you go for a moment, opening his mouth and allowing you to explore it with your tongue.

Only for a moment though.

His teeth sunk into the flesh of your bottom lip, eliciting a soft cry from you as you attempted to pull away. He held you fast, however, trailing his tongue to sooth the wound the copper taste filling your mouth. The sensation drew a moan from your lips, and when he finally let you pull away you could only look at him, letting your teeth graze over the sensitive spot he left.

“I think you’re ready.” Saizo pulled a ribbon out of his pocket, the stark red of it drawing your attention. You shivered softly at the dark look he gave you, a sudden uncertainty growing.

“Ready for what?” your voice was small, he noticed your hesitation, brushing his knuckle against your cheek.

“Your next lesson is a lesson in vocabulary.” You stared at him. What was he even talking about?

“What’s that for then?” you grasped the free end of the ribbon in your hand, a sudden thought crossing your mind.

It was like the red ribbon of fate connecting the two of you

“Sensory deprivation.” He ran his thumb across your bruised bottom lip. “Covering your eyes, letting you describe what exactly it is I am going to do to you, using more appropriate language.”

Oh that did sound pretty appealing actually.

“Oh…Okay.” You nodded, an embarrassed flush on your cheeks, “If…Ah, mmh, if you want to.” As you spoke, he was pushing up the fabric of your dress. You reached down and tugged the material over your own head, letting it fall beside you.

Yes, you were glad you had worn your good underwear.

“Well then, I suppose we are in agreement, little lady.” He looked you over with some measure of cool appreciation before securing the ribbon over your eyes, shrouding you in red-tinted darkness. “If you want to stop at any time, just say dango.”

“Dango?” You let out a nervous laugh. “Is that your favorite dessert or something?”

“Maybe.” His hands were cold enough to make you shiver as they brushed over your bare skin. “What’s a word you would use to describe this feeling?”

“nn…Ticklish?” You wriggled as he adjusted your body to fall softly against the sofa . “Soft…mm, like feathers, maybe?”

“A feather light touch that sends shivers down your spine?” His voice seemed lower than before, or maybe you just hadn’t noticed before.

“Mmmhmm.” you sighed as he continued to trail his hands lightly against your skin. You felt his lips brush lightly against your neck, followed by teeth grazing against the skin. A mewl left your throat as he applied more pressure, light kisses followed by nips at your skin.

“What about that?” He questioned, breath so hot against your ear. He had unclasped your bra in the moment, and you felt the material go slack against your arms. He pulled it off and you could hear it hit the ground as his hot kisses made their way to your breast.

“A-Ah.” You arched your back as he bit at the soft flesh, the cry leaving your throat before you even realized.

“I believe we were asked a question.”

“A-Ah, thats n-not fair, you know.” Your hands were in his hair. “It was painful, but I liked it.” the confession was stark.

“That’s all?”

“U-Uhm. It was…it was…” You struggled for a moment. “It was pleasure at the height of pain?” You ventured, trying you best to think back to the packet he had passed out. Sex novels were pretty over the top.

“Better.” He laughed, a sound that tugged at your heartstrings. “Maybe you aren’t so hopeless after all, little lady.”

“I said I wasn’t a B average student.” you ran your hand down his chest, a bit surprised to meet bare skin. When had he taken off his shirt?

Down, down you went. Trailing lower, brushing against him. A bit surprised to find him aroused. He made a noise not unlike a growl as you pressed your hand more firmly against the cloth of his pants.

“What is your plan exactly with that?” He captured your hand, bringing your arms up to rest above your head. “Do I have to tie you up as punishment for trying to distract me from the lesson?”

“W-What?” You stuttered. “I don’t know about all that, sir.”

“You can say Saizo, you know.” He continued, ignoring your comment. “We aren’t in class, and this certainly breaks the student and teacher boundary already.”  You could feel his weight shift on the couch as he leaned back, pulling your underwear off in one motion.

For a moment you were still, the sound of him shedding the rest of his clothes

“I’m not sure I can.” You stated finally.

“What is stopping you little lady?” He pulled you closer to him by your hips, and you were conscious of the feeling of the material under you. “In fact I seem to remember you moaning my name without much issue last time.” He sounded amused. “Maybe that is all I have to do.” he pressed a surprise kiss to your lips as he maneuvered your leg around his waist. You caught on quickly enough,  hooking your legs around his waist, digging your fingernails into the skin of his shoulders in anticipation.

“Eager?”

“Same as last time sir- I mean, Professor Kirigakure.” You let out a giggle, unable to stop yourself.

“Cheeky for someone who still has an entire half a semester in my class.”  He doesn’t sound upset though, rather almost proud. “You know.” He pauses for just a moment. “I think hickies are a good look for you.” You gasp, slapping his shoulder lightly. “Or rather, my hickies are a good look for you.” Before you can respond his lips are on yours again, his body pressed so, so close.

You rock your hips against his, a impatience in your movements you hope he picks up.

He does. It doesn’t take him long to adjust your bodies, sliding into you in a way that had you panting against his lips.

“Uhhhnnn.” A muffled cry of pleasure left your mouth. You wondered, if his hickies looked good on you, did the bruises you left on his shoulders look good on him?

He wasn’t gentle, even less so than before. Maybe it was the blindfold that had you seeing stars faster than normal. It was like your awareness of your own body had increased. His movements seemed to have a sharper edge, each one bringing another sound to your lips.

“E-exquisite” You managed, sliding your hands to his chest. “Mindblowing, m-mostly.” You continued,  lifting your hips to meet his movements, each of his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge.

“At least one of those would get you an A on my exam.” He drawled, sounding a little less in control than normal.

“I hope I use the right one then.” You were barely holding on, a mess, it took quite a bit just to be able to coherently form that sentence. His hands were firmly planted on your hips, tilting them up to bring a different angle to his thrusts. He knew what he was doing, you were all but crying at his movements.

“S-Saizo.” Finally, you broke, chanting his name over and over again like a prayer. That seemed to do the trick. You could barely comprehend his murmur of “good girl” as he brought you to climax, this time you could feel his own body stiffen as you fell off the edge, a sort of sordid satisfaction at the idea that he got just as much satisfaction as you did from this.

After a moment of silence he undid your blindfold, tugging it off in a fluid gesture.

You blinked, gazing up at his eyes, startled to see a softness in them so much like last time, when he had kissed your forehead.

“I think you are better off without the blindfold.” He said, idly pulling you back onto his lap, using the ribbon to tie up your hair.

“E-Eh?” You were almost a bit overwhelmed at his gentleness, waiting expectantly for him to continue.

“Your facial expression are too telling for me to just cover them up.” He smirked, nipping at the shell of your ear and making you moan again, a short and soft sound.

“T-Too much.” You were blushing, which seemed to only prove his point.

“It is so unfortunate that the midterm is tomorrow.” He continued, allowing you to snuggle against his chest, his hands resting lightly in your hair. You refused to garner the thought that he might stop seeing you after the test, so you did your best to ignore his words.

“But there is always the final.” You finished for him, biting your lip and relishing the soreness. “I’m sure I can still find room to improve.”

He rolled his eyes.

“With words like that I might not want you getting any better.” You frowned at him in response, which only made him smirk. “Don’t worry little lady, I’m not near done with you.”  

You didn’t like how he could read your mind so easily.

You sighed, moving to pull away from him, a yawn leaving your lips. He held you in place, allowing himself to fall back onto the couch, with you resting on top of him.

“Not so fast.” He shook his head. “You’re only dismissed when I say so.”

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Tagging: @lexiiferr @jemchew @frywen-babbles @tokugawalady (if uhm, there was someone I forgot to tag, I’m sorry!

Truth or Dare (Riverdale, Pt.4)

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe), Kevin x Reader (platonic), Archie x Reader (platonic), Betty x Reader (platonic), Veronica x Reader (platonic), Cheryl x Reader (platonic)

Beta-ed: No

A/N: Holy hell… episode 10 was really something, I don’t know whether it’s perfect or not that I decided to wait until now to post Y/N’s speech about Cheryl… I think some Cheryl fans might appreciate my nicer interpretation to our ginger after what we just saw… so obviously Cheryl’s gonna be a bit ooc tonight, enjoy!

Also let it be known I’m not a Cheryl defender, she is pretty downright manipulative, I had most of this written before the fifth episode even came out

Part 1, Part 2Part 3

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Previously: Betty went over to each of the boys and hugged them as she whispered something to each of them, before making her way over to me. I stood up and met her halfway as she gripped me in a tight hug, both of us letting out a few tears. “You’re the greatest friend I could ever ask for Y/N” She whispered in my ear as she squeezed me tighter. “I meant everything I said Betty.” “I know you did, that’s what makes it perfect.”

We broke apart and sat down at our spots, wiping a few tears away. I noticed Veronica wipe her eyes quickly before she cleared her throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Well, I think that concludes Y/N’s interpretation of our lovely Betty Cooper here. So,” She turned to me, mischief in her eyes. “Who’s next on your hit list Y/N?”

“Cheryl,” I said, turning my body to her as we gave each other a playful glare. “If I had to compare you to an animal, you’d be a viper, beautiful and dangerous all at once. You strike with speed and precision, and you always know how much venom to use when you’re in a fight. You also have a tendency to be a bit spiteful at times too.” Cheryl mock-gasped as she swatted my arm, I giggled before continuing.

Honestly the only reason I still put up with you is because I know you can be a nice person. I’ve seen you be kind, sweet, and caring, I’ve seen you be those things, so don’t tell me that you’re not.” I emphasized before she could speak, Cheryl shut her mouth and glared. “You’ve always put up this negative front to block people out and keep them away, you do this in self-defense, just like how a viper will give a dry bite in the hopes of scaring off potential predators, Chery.” She groaned at my nickname for her. “But I know deep down you’re just like the rest of us, you have fears and insecurities and you’re stressed as all hell because of your parents; because for some reason no matter what we do we’ll never be good enough for them,” Cheryl grabbed my hand and squeezed it, I squeezed hers back before continuing.

“I know you’ll always have my back, even when we fight over the dumbest things, I know you’ll be there for me. You know me inside and out. You can always tell when something’s wrong and exactly what’s bothering me, sometimes before I even know myself. You always know the best way to cheer me up, even if it means pissing off your hellspawn parents.” Cheryl chuckled before quickly coughing, obviously trying to cover it up. Everyone else grinned at her, pleased to see a nicer side to the ginger for once. I snickered before taking in a deep to continue.

“You may be a bit aggressive at times, but I understand why. With everything that’s happened here since July,” I saw her flinch slightly, I scooted closer and turned her towards me. “It’s been horrible, and I’m truly sorry, I know how close you two were, how close the three of us were,” A few tears fell down my face as I spoke the last part a little quieter, I wiped it away and cleared my throat before continuing. “I know you need support now more than ever, and you have every right to lash out at everyone and anyone… to an extent though,” I stressed, looking at her. “There are times you need to lash out in a less destructive manner, which is where I come in.” I grinned at her.

“You’ve been my friend ever since we were five Chery, you and Jay were so nice to me that day we met at Pop’s.” We both smiled at each other, remembering that day. “I’d only just walked in when you two came up to me and asked my name. You said my hair looked pretty while JJ complimented my outfit. You two asked our parents if we could sit in our own booth while Jay flashed them a grin and took our hands to go look for one, not bothering to wait for either of our parent’s responses.” We both chuckled at the memory. “You two told me that from then on we were going to friends no matter what, you even had me sit right in between you guys, do you remember why?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. Cheryl flushed slightly and pouted. “Yes Y/N, I do.” She sassed. “Well good, you can tell everyone here why then.” I said as I gave her a smug look.

Everyone turned their eyes to the ginger as her face flushed more. “Really Y/N, why can’t you say it?” “Because the others need to see why I chose you to be one of my friends Chery! Hearing me defend you all the time isn’t the same as seeing why I defend you so much and consider you one of my closest friends, now pluck up and tell them what you told me that day!” I laughed as Cheryl got ready to speak. “Fine,” She sighed before looking around at everyone. “I told Y/N that we were gonna be triplets from now on, because she looked so lonely and I didn’t want her to feel left out. I told her she was going to be my sister and Jason was going to be her brother.” Cheryl looked down as she tried not to cry, her bottom lip wavering slightly as she drew in a shuddering breath.

“Jason said it didn’t matter that Y/N looked a little different from us, he said that since I said we were triplets, then that’s what we were, that’s what we’ve been.” She murmured the last part as she wiped a tear away, a choked laugh coming out of her. I squeezed Cheryl’s hand and she looked up at me. “I remember we couldn’t stop asking you questions about your life,” “You said if we were going to be triplets we had to know everything about each other.” I cut in, smiling at her. She smiled back before continuing.

“We also asked if you’d made any other friends already, I didn’t want to share you with anybody else.” “You two were so clingy when we first started hanging out Cher,” I spoke up, mirth in my voice. “You and Jay always tried to keep me away from everybody else so that I would only focus on you two.” “Yeah,” Kevin spoke up. “I remember that! You and Jason would take turns keeping all of us away from Y/N!” Archie, Betty, and Jug nodded in agreement, remembering the first few weeks I moved in.

“In our defense you guys would do the same thing to us!” Cheryl argued, a playful glint in her eye as she looked at them. “Only because you started it!” Archie cut in, a smile forming on his lips. Before anyone else could say anything Veronica jumped in. “As wonderful as it is seeing Cheryl interacting with us positively, we’re gonna keep working on that don’t worry,” She directed to said ginger, I don’t think Y/N was done here.” She smiled at me as she motioned with her hand for me to continue. I thanked her before starting up again.

“As I was originally saying, you two kept asking me questions and telling me things about yourselves. We were there for hours, and when I had to leave you and JJ practically begged our parents to let me spend the night. You were so close to throwing a fit right there, and J wouldn’t even look at your parents the first time they said no. When they all finally agreed you were jumping up and down and just so excited, we didn’t go to sleep until close to 4a.m. that night.” I shook my head, laughing at the memory. Cheryl had a bittersweet smile on her face as her eyes started to water up, remembering that night as well.

“The three of us were so close growing up, you two always making sure I went to all your family events, especially the tree tapping ceremony.” We grinned at that, remembering it was coming up soon. “You and Jay always made sure I felt welcomed and loved by you two, you’ve always been there for me, whenever I’ve needed it, and I love you for that. You can always come to me when you need to get rid of anything on your chest Cheryl, I know everything about you anyways, so there’s no reason not to come to me.”

“I know how you like to dress on any given day, what your favorite movies and food are, your celebrity crush, your school crush-” Chery hit me with a pillow as she shushed me, her face blooming red all the while. I put my arms up and laughed before continuing. “I can also tell your emotions by one quick glance at you, I know what works best to make you feel better almost instantly, what songs help to calm you down…” I gripped her shoulders and shook them slightly, making sure she was paying complete attention to what I was saying.

“While you may not always be a “nice person” Cheryl, you are a good person, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. More importantly, you are your own person. You’re allowed to make decisions solely for yourself, just because you want to. You are allowed to think for yourself, despite what your parents want you to believe. You are in control, not them.” I took a deep breath, my eyes starting to water up as I gave a bittersweet smile before continuing.

“I love you Chery, and I’ll always be here for you, no matter how mad I may get at you, ALWAYS hun. You can always come to me for help, you know that. Especially if it involves those disgusting creatures that dare call themselves something as nurturing and caring as parents.” Cheryl let out a little snort at that as her eyes watered up. “Who cares what they think, they’re monsters, everything they say about you isn’t true. You’re so much more than what they tell you. You’re worth more than what they want you to believe. I’ll face their wrath with you whenever you need me to, and know that if you ever need to get away you are always welcome here. You’ll always have a family with me Cheryl, please don’t ever forget that. You’re my sister Cheryl, I love you.” I finished, my voice shaking by the end of it.

When I looked at her again Cheryl was trying so hard to keep her tears in, and when I opened my arms she practically jumped in them and started sobbing. We clutched each other for dear life as we let our tears fall freely, knowing that the others wouldn’t judge us. I could hear everyone starting to cry as well, I peeked up to see Betty and Veronica holding each other in a similar manner, crying on each other while Archie was rubbing Betty’s back as he wiped his own tears.

Kevin glared almost viciously at me through his tears as he angrily wiped at them, willing himself to calm down. When I looked at Jughead, I noticed how red his eyes were, filled to the brim with tears that surprisingly weren’t falling. Jughead got up quickly and left the room, returning a minute later with his arms full of tissue boxes. He went around the room and gave us each one, all of us mumbling something that sounded like a thanks as we graciously used the tissues to help calm ourselves down.

“You were my first real friend Y/N.” Cheryl whispered as she pulled away enough to look at me. My first real friend besides Jason, probably my only real friend. I’m sorry that I get defensive and that I can be vicious most of the time, especially to your other friends. I’m sorry I try to push you away sometimes too, just…” She paused as she drew in a quivering breath. “Just please, don’t leave me too.” I pulled her back in immediately and somehow managed hug her tighter as I whispered back. “I would never do that to you Cheryl, never.” We stayed like that as everyone around us started to calm down. Eventually we pulled apart, but we sat right next to each other, our sides practically melding together as one.

We wiped the last few tears away as I chuckled and looked around the room. “So, how’s everyone feeling?” As soon as I finished speaking Kevin threw a pillow, by the time I registered it flying in the air it hit me square in the face, Kevin growling something unintelligible (probably for the best) as he looked away from me. “Why do you keep making us cry Y/N?” Betty asked as she wiped her eyes, before I could respond Kevin jumped in. “It’s because Y/N hates us Betty!” He accused.

“If anything Kevin,” Archie spoke. “We should be blaming you, after all, you were the one who dared Y/N to do this.” He said with a sly grin. Everyone spoke their agreements as Kevin blanched. “Woah woah wait, how was I supposed to know Y/N would get so emotional and sappy, honestly I was expecting more of a “Hey Betts, you’re so sweet and innocent I love it. Cheryl, you’re fierce and a little crazy. Ronnie, you’re an amazing fashionista, and so on and so forth. I didn’t expect Y/N to go all Shakespeare on us!” He cried. We all started laughing as Kevin’s face bloomed red. “You guys are jerks.” He muttered. “Anyways… Y/N, whose next?”

A/N: So, this was fun to write. I actually had this part pretty much done since part 1, and I guess it was a good idea that I decided to wait until now to post this. I feel like it wouldn’t have been right to do a fic about Cheryl without having Jason in it as well, and since we don’t have an accurate idea about Jason’s personality, I decided to take a little creative liberty with him. Let me know what you guys thought about it!

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Runaways • Obi-Wan Kenobi

Hey guys !! So this wasn’t requested but I know you guys have been waiting for something new and so I thought you’d enjoy this. I’ve not seen an imagine like this so I thought I’d write one. Love you guys, thank you for being so patient !! 💖

Summary: You and Obi-Wan are both Jedi in a secret relationship and things have been going smoothly until you find that you’re pregnant. In an attempt to spare Obi-Wan from having to leave the Order, you run away. What you don’t expect, however, is for him to follow you.

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The news that the medic droid had given you should have made you jump for joy. You should have rushed home to your secret lover and celebrated as soon as you found out. However, the news sent a feeling of fear and panic through you. As a Jedi Knight, attachments were forbidden. Yet, here you were, pregnant with Obi-Wan Kenobi’s baby.

At first, you planned to tell him. You really did. You went over a thousand scenarios in your head, trying to find the least painful way of telling him. You knew he would leave you. Obi-Wan loved being a Jedi. It would be cruel to take that from him. You began to blame yourself for everything.

You were going to be discharged from the Order, anyway. You had to remind yourself as you packed up the last of your things. You were going to be forced to leave as soon as you started showing. It would all be less painful for Obi-Wan in the long run. He wouldn’t have his Jedi status taken from him and he would not have to care for a baby that he wouldn’t love. It would only hold him back, and you couldn’t do that to him.

You loved him, and so you had to leave him.

You covered your mouth as another sob racked your body. You were going to miss everything. Your friends, your old Master, the Temple. Most of all, you were going to miss Obi-Wan dearly.

You snuck away from the Temple, taking one last glance back at your old life that you were going to leave behind. And with that, you were off to your new life with you and your future child..

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// eight months later


Alderaan was a lovely planet. You’d come to Alderaan because Padmé and Bail, the only two who knew of your circumstances, had insisted that you and your baby would thrive there.

In the eight months that you had been gone, you’d missed Obi-Wan terribly. Padmé would visit you often and tell you of the goings on that you couldn’t find on the Holo News.

She would tell you about Anakin and Obi-Wan’s ridiculous missions and their bickering. She would tell you how Chancellor Palpatine asked about you often. She would tell you how Master Yoda would personally seek her out and wish you well, since he always knew when she was lying.

She even told you how Obi-Wan was doing, which wasn’t as well as you’d hoped. When he found that you were gone, he was devastated. Despite Obi-Wan’s tight reign on his emotions, he had confided in Padmé. He knew that she knew where you were, but Padmé promised you she would not tell.

After that, Obi-Wan became very quiet. Anakin would try to joke with him and cheer him up, but Obi didn’t respond to any of it. He was irritable, when he spoke. Though, most of the time he didn’t.

You hated what you’d done to him, but you knew going back to him would ruin everything. After a while of Padmé telling you things, you finally asked her to stop. You couldn’t bear to hear another thing about Obi-Wan.

And it worked. For a while, the aching in your chest dulled. You focused solely on your pregnancy and your new job as Bail’s secretary. Then, one day, Padmé sent you a transmission that caused a cold panic to settle in your stomach.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry. I’m afraid that Obi-Wan is on his way to your apartment. I told Anakin your address because he wanted to send you something for the baby. However, he told Obi-Wan. I’m sorry, I know this is all my fault and I thought I’d warn you before he arrived so you could be prepared. I’m sorry” the message played and Padmé’s hologram disappeared. You gaped at your protocol droid for a good few minutes before you leapt into action.

You rushed to your room as fast as you could with your enlarged belly and struggled to pack things in your suitcase. C7S7 followed you, offering his hand to help you.

You leaned over your bed to catch your breath. Being pregnant was very different from your usual Jedi life. You’d learned that the first few months of being pregnant.

Just as you were about to continue packing your things, a familiar and stern voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Don’t you dare,” Obi-Wan spoke lowly. He’d never spoken to you like that, and it sent a chill to crawl up your spine. You stiffened, but didn’t turn around to face him. You knew it would all be over when he saw your enlarged stomach.

“Why?” he asked after a few moments of silence. “This is where you ran off to for eight insufferable months? For what?” you could tell he was agitated, and you didn’t blame him.

“Obi-Wan, you need to go” you attempted softly. You stayed with your back to him as fresh tears welled up in your eyes.

He scoffed. “What did I do wrong? Why couldn’t you talk to me about it? I-I don’t understand” he exclaimed.

“Just go” you replied sternly, hoping he would comply since your tone had changed. He didn’t even move.

“You know, what you’ve done is terribly selfish” at this, your fists clenched, but you remained silent. “How do you think this little disappearing act made me feel? You didn’t even talk to me, or bother to say goodbye” you bit your lip and closed your eyes as tears trickled down your cheeks.

“It’s not..it’s not like that” you tried to tell him, but his mood took a turn for the worse.

“I know I couldn’t give you what you truly wanted, I know,” he began, his voice holding exhaustion. “I couldn’t give you a family, or take you out and show you off, or even spend a lot of time with you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be good enough. But damn it, (y/n), you could have told me! I would have run away with you if that’s what you wanted!” his words held sincerity and there was no doubt that his eyes held the same.

If you’d have just told him, he would have run away with you. The thought made you hate yourself. You began crying, shrinking away from your past lover.

You heard his footsteps, and you couldn’t hide from him any longer. You turned around, calling out to him.

Obi-Wan’s retreating figure stopped. You could feel the hope blossoming inside of him.

He turned around, and immediately his eyes fell to your swollen belly. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he stared at you.

“I’m pregnant, and she’s yours” you breathed out. “I couldn’t make you leave the Order because of this. I knew it was over for me, the Council would banish me eventually. But you, you had a chance to remain in the Order and continue what you love. I couldn’t take that from you, so I left. I’m sorry, Obi-Wan, I love you…but I had to leave”

The room was silent for a long while. You could tell Obi was thinking about everything you said. You swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze.

Finally, he said something. “(Y/n), how could you think I’d rather remain in the Order and lose you and our child than leave the Order and be with you?” he asked incredulously.

“I just thought-” before you could finish your statement, Obi-Wan grabbed both of your hands in his and rested his forehead against yours.

“Let’s run away” he sighed. You nearly gasped and took your hands from his. You backed up slightly and now it was your turn to stare at him wide eyed and mouth agape.

“No, Obi, you love the Order. I couldn’t take you away from that” you told him.

“Darling, you shouldn’t be the only one making sacrifices because of the baby. I want to be with you and our daughter. If I have to leave the Order to be with you, I’ll do it. I love you more than anything. If you think I wouldn’t follow you anywhere, you’re wrong. I will leave everything behind for you” Obi told you. He grabbed your hands again, pressing kisses to the backs of them lightly.

“Obi, I’m so sorry I left” you whimpered. You threw your arms around him and embraced him tightly. Force, you missed him. Being in his arms was a euphoric feeling.

“I’ll inform the Council of my departure. I love you, never forget that” he murmured. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. His lips were just as soft as you remembered, and you hummed contently into the kiss.

He was so excited for the arrival of (y/d/n). You’d both purchased an apartment on Naboo, thanks to Padmé’s insistence, and things were great.

When you had (y/d/n), Obi-Wan was the most supportive he’d ever been. He took care of you and the baby without complaint. You were so happy that you had agreed to run away from the Order with him. He was going to be an outstanding father, you knew it.

And maybe, just maybe, the two of you would finally find the peace that you’d been seeking all those years as a Jedi….

Housemates (Calum Hood x Reader) Chapter Eleven

<< CHAPTER TEN

Warnings: Mild expletives, references to abuse and manipulation.

A/N: First of all, I would just like to apologise for the lack of writing I’ve been doing over the past few weeks, I’m lame, I know. I’m back at uni now for my second semester and I go in for an extra day, and then on top of that I have to do reading and assignment prep and stuff, so I get less time to write. ANYWAY, this chapter is big!! Hope you enjoy! :)

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Your P.O.V.

Jess paces from one side of the bedroom to the other, clearly with something weighing heavy on her mind. Any other day you would be patient as hell, but today you’re just not feeling it. It’s only been three hours since Calum left, despite you putting yourself out there like that. You guess you should have expected it – you haven’t exactly been the nicest person to him, so it’s a bit pathetic for you to turn around and expect him to drop everything he’s doing for you. Still, it would have been nicer than this intense feeling of rejection.

Anyway, Jess’ pacing is getting on your nerves. You’re on edge, and it’s like she hasn’t even been bothered to notice that you, too, have a lot weighing on your mind.

“WOULD YOU JUST STOP STILL AND TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON?!” You scream at full volume, at the exact same time as she says, “Calum threatened me!”

You’re surprised you even heard her speak over the top of your voice, but when you realise what she’s said you’re thrown into a state of panic and confusion all wrapped in one. “wh-wh-what?” You stutter back to her, as she finally stands still and faces me.

She sighs, before flopping onto your bed. “I’m so sorry. He stopped off at mine before heading to his hotel…and he told me that if I didn’t lie and tell you that he didn’t cheat on me, he’d tell John how I’m a manipulative bitch, a cheat and a liar!”

You furrow my eyebrows out of shock. You know Calum can sometimes be hot-headed and easily-angered, but it goes against everything you’ve known him to be. Despite the fact you were always really harsh towards him, he never once snapped back. He might have got agitated with you or showed he was pissed off, but never once did he threaten you or make you feel scared.

Your eyes begin to water. You don’t know what to do or what to say. You thought Calum was a decent guy – that he had matured since he was sixteen but, you guess you were wrong. You shuffle closer to Jess and take her into a hug, not saying anything to her in the process.

“He didn’t…hurt you, did he?” You ask her.

You feel her shake her head into your shoulder. “No, thank God. I did think that perhaps he was going to but, I don’t know, he just didn’t.”

“Oh Jess, I’m so sorry.” You whisper to her, “If I had known that by telling him how I feel would lead to him laying into you, then I would never have done it in the first place.”

Jess squeezes you tight. “Hey, you don’t have to apologise. It’s not your fault. Just…promise me you’ll stay away from him from now on. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You gulp, hesitating before answering. “Yeah…yeah…of course…don’t worry, I’m not going to have anything more to do with Calum, I swear.”

Jess stays until early evening. She stayed for dinner and then you had a chat, but I think she left when she realised your mind was elsewhere. Your mind, should she ask, was on Calum – the entire time. You just couldn’t stop thinking about the way he treated you in comparison to the way he treated Jess. It made you so mad and, you know you promised to would stay away from him, but you don’t think you can keep away.

Throwing your shoes on and heading to the door, you have never been more determined to give someone a piece of your mind. You collect the information on Calum’s location on your way out, and your parents don’t so much as question your motives. When you’re in a mood like this, you don’t think anyone in their right mind would.

When you eventually make it to Calum’s hotel room at about half nine, you’ve managed to calm yourself down a bit, given the time you’ve had to think over exactly what it is you want to say to him. You know you were confident before, but now you’re bricking it.

You pick up the courage and knock on the door. He doesn’t open the door straight away, which makes you worry that he might be in the bar or the restaurant grabbing food, but just as you’re about to leave, the door opens.

He stares at you dumbfounded for a moment or two, as if he’s just woken up from a nap. “Hi…erm…I wasn’t expecting you.”

You gulp, “Can I come in? I think we need to talk.”

He sighs heavily, before stepping aside and allowing you access to his hotel room. It’s a bit of a mess with clothes lying across the floor and his phone charger lying on his bed.

“Sorry for the mess.” He speaks, closing the door. “…I was sleeping and, had to find something to throw on.”

“Sorry.” You apologise, “I didn’t think you’d be in bed by now.”

Calum shrugs, “Early start tomorrow.”

You nod, looking to the ground, wanting more than anything to avoid eye contact. Even though you’re supposed to be mad at him, he still sends butterflies shooting through your stomach.

“Is…there something I can help you with?” He questions, clearly wanting you to get to the point.

“Yeah, actually there is.” You admit, “Do you mind telling me why Jess turned up on my door crying her eyes out and telling me you’d threatened her?”
Calum stares back at me in confusion for a moment, until the slightest sign of realisation shows on his face. “I wouldn’t call it a threat.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Then what would you call it?”

Calum shrugs his shoulders back casually, “I don’t know. A manipulation technique?”

You sigh loudly, letting him know you’re not impressed. “Because that is so much better.”

Calum tuts, “Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have threatened to tell John, but you’ve gotta admit I had every right to be mad.”

You look back at him with narrowed eyes. “What do you mean you had every right to be mad? Jess had nothing to do with you moving out.”

This time, Calum looks even more confused, until he suddenly clenches his jaw. “She didn’t tell you the truth, did she?”

“And what truth would that be?” You spit, folding your arms.

Calum takes a deep breath, before sitting down on the edge of his bed. “You’re not going to like it…probably won’t even listen to it.”

You soften up a little, “I came here, despite promising Jess I’d stay away from you, because I wanted to hear you out. You could at least have the decency of giving me something to hear.”

Calum looks up at you with a hopeful expression. “You came to see me even though you promised Jess you wouldn’t? I don’t understand.”

You gulp, removing your eyes from his, beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable. “I wasn’t bluffing, you know…when I said what I said about why you should stay.”

Calum bites his lip, before simply nodding his head. “About that…”

“I don’t know what Jess told you, but I can almost guarantee that she’s exaggerating it massively…” He begins nervously, “I didn’t threaten Jess to be abusive, or manipulative…I just needed you to know the truth.”

“The truth about what?” You sigh exasperatedly. “You keep going on and on and on about me knowing the truth but you never actually tell me the truth!”

Calum sighs in response, “I didn’t cheat on Jess.”

He glances up at me briefly, “I never did.”

“So, why would Jess tell everyone that you did?” You ask him, confused.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, “Maybe because she didn’t want you to know that it was actually the other way around?”

Your eyes widen at his implication. You shake your head in disbelief. “No. No. Jess would never. She loved you. You’re the one who cheated Calum.”

Calum looks up at you, as if all his hope is lost. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me” he mumbles, before standing up and turning his back to you.

“I just don’t understand why neither of you have told me sooner.” You explain yourself.

“I wanted to.” He confesses, “I wanted you to know so bad, because I just needed you to believe me…but she made me promise; I think she’s just scared of losing you, and judging by the way you treated me when I came to stay with you, she has every right to feel that way.”

“But why didn’t you just tell me?” You argue, trying to hold back the tears from falling. “I came here despite me promising Jess I’d have nothing more to do with you…you couldn’t do the same for me?”

Calum gulps, “I guess you’re just a better person than me.”

You shake your head slowly. “Are you meaning to tell me that my best friend has been lying to me for the past five years?”

“It never really mattered up until now. As far as any of us knew, I’d only be coming back here for weekend trips every now and again. There was no reason for her to tell you the truth and have no-one left when she could have just lied and kept you close.” He shrugs.

You look at him in disgust. “You’re defending her?”

Calum takes a deep breath. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just done arguing. I’m over it.”

You take a deep breath, the tears beginning to fall. “I was so mean to you…”

Calum looks back at you, concern written all over his face. “No, no, no. I know it’s only because you didn’t know, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” You argue, “You’ve been so patient with me, Cal. Even today, when I crossed a line and accused you of finding hurting my feelings entertainment…I know that upset you, and you had every right to yell at me and call me all sorts, but you didn’t. You silently made the decision to move out, and never once did you have a go at me. I’ve been such a bitch to you, and you have the right to hate me for forever.”

A small smirk appears on Calum’s face. “I could never hate you.”

You let out a nervous laugh, and you think he can tell there are a lot more tears to fall.

“I don’t know what to do about Jess.” You confess, “I kinda feel sorry for her…but at the same time, she’s wasted so much of our time.”

“Let’s not worry about that right now.” Calum advises, shaking his head. “It’s getting late, and I think the both of us could do with some sleep. So, how about you stay the night, and we’ll work out where to go next tomorrow?”

An excited smile hits your face, “Sounds good.”

“Yeah?” He questions, to be sure.

You nod, confirming you’re okay with his suggestion. He lets go of your hands and rummages through his suitcase and picks out a T-Shirt. He hands it over to you, and tells you you can sleep in it for the night. He allows you access to the bathroom to get changed, and before you know it, the two of you are lying next to each other in bed. He’s sleeping fully clothed so not to make it weird, but in all honesty, you didn’t mind if he wanted to sleep in just his underwear like he normally would.

You’re lying close to each other, with his arm draped over your body. The sound of his light snores escaping his lips not long after his head hit his pillow soothes you, and you can’t help but laugh at how much things have changed. You never thought, when he started living with you, that you’d end up feeling this way about him.

You also never thought Jess would betray you like this, but you guess there’s a first time for everything. You were tempted to storm straight over to Jess’ and confront her, but being with Calum has calmed you down. Although, you know the confrontation is going to come sometime soon, you just need to work out what you want to say.

You fall asleep picturing the many different scenarios that could play out, but surprisingly, you know it’ll all work out for the best in the end – as long as you have Calum by your side.


The Lady in Red (6/?)

Title: The Lady in Red (6/?)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader
Words: 1771
Warnings: Meh, nothing really.
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)
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After making his silent, personal vow to find out what had happened to Y/N and what HYDRA’s plan for her had been, Steve took every mission he could. He missed her when he was gone, but leaving was the only way to find the information he needed. He felt comfortable leaving her with Bucky or Wanda most of the time. It never occurred to him to take her along on the mission until Tony mentioned it. They had interrogated HYDRA agents on every base they had infiltrated but either no one knew anything about her, or they were lying.

“We should just bring her with us next time,” Tony said, after a particularly brutal interrogation that made even him a little nervous around an angry Captain America.

“Nope, not happening.” Steve was adamantly against it.

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Reacting to you being filophobic

Requested by @iwantmydragon

Filophobia - the fear of falling in love, romantic moments and expressing their love.

(This ones a toughie)

Youngbin

Will be very cautious with his actions, taking your feelings into consideration. It will be hard at first since we all know Youngbin is the master of skinship and affection, but he will keep it all to a minimum , even when you’ve told him he doesn’t need to.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, please tell me if I do.”

Originally posted by sf9


Inseong

Will take precautions, but will still treat you normally. Assures you time and time again that the way you are does not bother him one bit.
“I like you the way you are, don’t worry about that okay?”

Originally posted by sf9fantasy


Jaejoon

Makes sure to show you his support. Validates your phobia, tries not to get angry at your sudden outbursts and holds you tightly through rough times.
“Be comfortable with me, okay sweetie?”

Originally posted by foxyins


Dawon

Wont understand exactly what you mean at first, but after he does a thorough internet investigation, he’ll make sure to watch the things he does. That doesn’t mean he wont show you his love, that would be almost impossible to him. If he ever ended up saying something way too cheesy or romantic, he will panic internally a bit, even after you reassure him time after time.
“Was that too much? Sometimes its hard to control myself haha.”

Originally posted by softchanhee


Rowoon

You’re going off on a fit, throwing out insults about yourself and telling him he should get a better partner, someone who will love him without fear. He’ll pat your head gently, staying calm even in such a situation.
“Why would I ever want anybody else?”

Originally posted by sf9fantasy


Zuho

You open up to him, saying how you feel bad that you’re taking longer to fall in love with him than other people would. He smiles at you, hugging you tightly.
"It doesn’t matter if you love me tomorrow, in a month, in a year or even if you never actually do. Lets just have fun together, okay?”

Originally posted by dailyjuho


Taeyang

He confessed those three words to you. Your phobia starts acting out and you have a small panic attack. He rubs your back as you go through it, and after you feel better, he will apologize. You tell him not to, that you’re not upset that he said it, and you tell him you’re filophobic. You say it could be hard for you to fall in love with him back, let alone tell him. He smiles at you warmly.
“Dont worry. It doesn’t bother me, being by your side is enough for me.”

Originally posted by sf9stolemyheart


Hwiyoung

While you’re still in the beginning phases of your relationship, you decide to tell Hwiyoung about your phobia. He is obviously upset, but swallows the feeling because he knows you can’t help it. You tell him you wish there was a cure for your phobia, but he just shakes his head.
“You don’t need one, there’s nothing wrong with you. Don’t think that okay? ”

Originally posted by hongbln


Chani

He wont treat you any differently because of it, only because Chani isn’t really one to be extremely romantic or need validation. He will just want to spend his time with you and have fun.
“As long as we’re both happy, then its fine. If anything is wrong, you tell me okay?”

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78


This one was really hard to write!! I had trouble since I can’t even imagine how it would be like to have this phobia, so it was a little difficult to picture it. I hope I didn’t insult anybody…

And remember that whatever fear you have, you are VALID. ❤

Originally posted by 1hyesung

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Owned - pt 2

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

The door flew open, causing you to jump awake from your sleep.

Namjoon turned on the lights and started to strip out of his suit. His movements were slow and uncoordinated, but it was hard to believe that he was drunk. He never let himself get intoxicated.

“Y/N, how do you unbutton this shirt.” He slurred.

Hearing him speak confirmed your suspicions. He was absolutely wasted.

You got up and helped him with his shirt. He could barely keep his eyelids open.

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calling all hippo campus fans !!!

I’ll keep it brief:

- stop stalking the guys and their family/friends on facebook/instagram/etc.

like I get it, wowie, you love the band and feel like you have to prove that you’re super dedicated or whatever, but do it courteously. don’t go looking in places you shouldn’t and don’t be excessive about it. I saw that katya had commented on a fan account’s photo asking how they got an old photo of jake, and then stated that it was on facebook somewhere. it felt like katya was obviously a bit weirded out about old pictures getting shared around.

again, I get it! it’s cute to come across old pictures of them, sure! but what they personally don’t have publicized or out in the open on their own instagram or twitter accounts shouldn’t be getting spread around by fan accounts.

imagine if pictures of you and your friends from middle school and high school just started popping up around on the internet on fan accounts, of people who are supposed to be supporting you.

and if you have a fan account, give the people who took the videos/pictures you’re using some credit! people had to actually work to get those photo passes to take pictures or had to stand in line all day to get to the front to take that high quality video you got! please take some more things into consideration before reposting.

and I know a lot of you guys harsh out other fans for tweeting at espo every day but honestly it’s not harmful. it’s not stalking or going deep into his facebook or things that he hasn’t made public, it’s just fans showing how much they care. it’s not like they’re stalking him into a coffee shop and taking videos of him there while he’s with people (I’m still upset about the whole jake thing which I talked about already). 

also please back off julia a bit. I get that it’s cute to go to urban bean & visit her but it seems a bit weird to go there if you’re just going for the sake of hc. even though she’s connected to the band, she may not want all the overwhelming attention.

I know a lot of you are younger than the guys, and being around the same age as them I totally get why they’re backing off social media a bit. And I’m sure you guys would also be freaked out a bit if the same things were happening to you on social media.

feel free to ask me questions/ talk to me about this, it’s just something that’s been bothering me since jake left twitter and instagram

UPDATE: I took out the part about nathan’s bandcamp because I wasn’t aware that he was playing it live the other night & that he understands it’s getting shared around ! I’m really sorry if I freaked you guys out or caused any unnecessary stir

HTTYD FanFiction: Just Another Stitch

               Title: Just another Stitch

               Requesed by: Pure Silver

               Summary: After a small scuffle with Dragon Hunters, Heather is injured. She thinks she hid it from everyone… except for that observant Haddock who seeks her out. Sibling Fluff

               Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship

               Rating: K

               Time-Line: Race to the Edge season 4


               “Watch it!” Fishlegs shouted, dodging a large boulder in the process. Heather ducked, thankful for the warning.

               “Thanks!” She called out, leaning closer to Windshear’s neck as even more boulders flew through the air.

               “Only one ship left!” Astrid stated, she and Stormfly coming up to fly alongside Windshear. “Wanna take this one?”

               “With pleasure!” Heather pushed the handles forward slightly, Windshear taking the hint and diving towards the ship below at neck breaking speeds.

               The ship grew closer and closer, and Heather leaned forward a bit more. They were now above the deck, Windshear’s tail whipping out to slice through the flimsy wood.

               In that split second, one of the arrows zipping around them found a place in Heather’s leg. At first, she thought she’d just knocked it against one of the masts, but then came the sharp piercing pain, and only then did she realize that the worse had happened.

               “No…” Heather gritted her teeth tightly, reaching down a hand and ripping the arrow out, biting her lip tightly to keep from screaming. She tossed the arrow into the water, before twisting her leg and tossing her satchel over it, hoping that would conceal most of the problem until she could escape to her hut.

               She and Windhsear flew up close to the others, who by now were just watching the ship sink while giving happy shouts and congratulations to each other.

               “Great job, gang!” Hiccup called out, sitting up and letting go of the handles of his saddle. He was wearing a grin, and over all looked quite happy with that day’s accomplishments. “Let’s get back to the Edge and get something to eat. I think you all deserve some rest.”

               “We.” Astrid corrected, giving Hiccup a stern glare. “You will also be eating with the rest of us, instead of making me bring food to your hut where you’ll slave away and probably won’t even get sleep and-“

               “I get it I get it!” Hiccup interjected, giving a mock pout. “I’ll eat with you guys.”

               Heather continued to bite her lip and her head ducked. She could feel the blood dribbling down her leg and into her boot, but she remained silent. Hopefully they’d stop their chit-chat soon, so she could go to her hut and faint already…

               Snotlout spoke exactly what she was thinking. “Good grief! I’m starving, let’s get back and eat instead of just talking about it!”

               “I second the notion!” Tuffnut agreed with a grand air.

               “And I third it!” Ruffnut chimed in.

               Everyone began heading towards the Edge, which wasn’t far away at all. Heather could see it quite clearly, thankfully. At least they were close to home, or else she wasn’t sure she could keep her wound hidden. As it was she had to hold Windshear back so they flew behind the others.

               “Hey! You okay?” Astrid asked, Stormfly smoothing out into a glide so she could fly alongside Heather and Windshear.

               “What!? Oh, yeah! I’m fine…” Heather reassured quickly, hoping she didn’t answer to suddenly. She hadn’t really been listening to the others talk, more instead fixed on keeping her leg twisted and the satchel covering it to really notice anything else…

               Astrid stared at her, and Heather prayed that her face wasn’t as bloodless as she felt it was.

               “Are you sure..?”

               “I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be? We just won a raid from Dragon Hunters, and coming out unscathed.” Heather tried to act cheerful, but it was beyond difficult to do.

               Astrid smiled and nodded before Stormfly squawked and moved forward, much to heather’s relief. Now she could duck her head and gnaw on her lip once more.

               Windshear was about to follow the others to the Clubhouse, but Heather held her back, instead turning her towards Astrid’s hut, where she was staying. She thought that maybe she got away with it, when Fishlegs called out.

               “Heather! You coming? I’m cooking!”

               Heather halted Windshear, and she turned to look at the others, who by now were standing on the platform outside the Clubhouse. Astrid, Hiccup, and Fishlegs were the only ones still outside, while the twins and Snotlout had already dashed into the hut, most likely stuffing their faces with snacks.

               “I…” Heather sputtered, a stabbing pain in her leg making her mind blank suddenly. “I… I think I’m going to just… go back to my hut…”

               She didn’t wait for a reply, instead, she turned Windshear and headed towards Astrid’s hut, leaving the others behind. The blood was beginning to drip off her boot now, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out without fainting from blood loss.

               Windshear landed, and Heather stumbled out of the saddle, leaning heavily against the wall as she made her way slowly to the door. Once inside, she made a bee-line for the bucket of drinking water on the table, grabbing a cloth on the way.

               She plopped down onto her bed, dunking the cloth in the bucket before pulling off her dirty boot and rolling up her leggings. She winced at the sight of the angry wound, but didn’t stop. It was bleeding heavily, her entire leg stained red.

               She had just slammed the cloth over her wound when a loud knock sounded on the door, causing her to jerk her head up in surprise and panic.

               “Heather?”

               Hiccup.

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anonymous asked:

What bothers me the most about the Len killing the Mick who we all knew was going to get offed since he was from the future that no longer existed, is if they'd switched it so Mick had been fighting Len and darhk was the one who stabbed Mick in the back, they could've done much more interesting things with Mick and Len again having conversations about sides, and also not screwed over characterization

Literally anything else they did would’ve been more interesting. Len accidentally killing Mick. Len having to watch someone else in the Legion kill him. Mick killing Mick to sublimate all the self-loathing and suicidal ideation we’ve seen from him before. Mick hallucinating Len killing him, rampaging, and Len actually killing Mick in self-defense. Mick jumping in front of a bullet to save Len.

Literally. Anything. 

But as others have pointed out, and which I understand myself, Len being back wasn’t about Len at all. It was 100% about Mick and a prop for his storyline. Len was meant to act as a foil to demonstrate just how much Mick had changed, and to cement his ultimate connection to the group, after having been tempted away.

Which is part of why they didn’t care so much about characterization and consistency or even doing something interesting with Len. He was just a tool to be like “look how evil he was/is and look how far Rory has come”. Len killing a version of Mick falls into that narrative, and fits their “the Legends team is what made them good” clap-themselves-on-the-back angle. That and the ‘shock’ of Len killing Mick.

But I think this Anon has an interesting theory for another reason they played it that way:

If they do go with the Rogues on the Flash and bring back Len there, in some capacity or another, it would be tough for Legends to give up Mick. And it would be tough to convincingly write Mick staying with the team over his partner, given their established connection on Legends. 

So having Len be a straight up bastard capable who kills Mick and having Mick firmly choose the team after all that bullshit is one way for the writers to keep Mick (their interesting wildcard character) on Legends and maintain his development while also snagging Cold back to the Flash for the Rogues.

It’s a nice theory, and of course I’d love it if it pans out. I don’t trust the writers enough to believe they really were angling for that, but at the same time, I can completely see it being plausible.

anonymous asked:

What do you think about Yuki's face while Zero is biting her (even though in that scan he is still licking her)? Everyone seems so disappointed because of it.

Honestly anon, Yuuki’s face doesn’t bother me at all. It is quite clear that Zero is not hurting her or taking too much blood. Unlike that one yume scene where Kaname bit her and her blood was literally smeared down the wall. So I just think Hino has been drawing Yuuki since she was turned back into a pureblood with her mouth open so that a partial view of her teeth/fangs can be seen. I went to chapter 92 of the original series to see when Zero bit her to take back the rest of his memories, which just so happened to be the first time since their parting scene that Zero had bitten her since she turned back into a pureblood, and she sort of has the very same expression with her mouth open. The only difference is that she has a sweat drop in that scene because obviously she doesn’t want Zero to take back his memories.

So for me personally I don’t really have a problem with Yuuki’s expression. I don’t think Hino meant anything by it really. So until proven otherwise I wouldn’t be too concerned with it.

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Warm Me Up pt 19

Let’s see how this goes, huh?

This time I listened to Echoes of Love by Jesse and Joy, Not Easy by Alex da Kid and others, and Unconditionally by Katy Perry :)

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Will was counting down the days to spring break. He wouldn’t be able to be home the whole week since he had his internship, but he would be able to go back Thursday night until Sunday afternoon. And Nico would go with him. He was anxious for his family to meet him.

He had another week and a half of classes left before break would start, and he was busy with school work and his internship. He spent as much time as he could with Nico, but the amount of dates they went on had dwindled.

It didn’t help that Nico had slipped into another episode. Will hated not being able to be with him for it, but Nico kept assuring him it was fine.

He was leaving the hospital again and Malcolm offered him a ride back to campus since Will hadn’t taken his car. He directed him to the campus and got off on the main avenue that connected most of the campus. “Thanks, Malcolm.”

“No problem. Don’t forget to rest, Will.” He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t make me regret suggesting the job for you.”

He smiled tiredly and nodded. “I can do this. Don’t worry about me.” Malcolm nodded and gave him a small smile. He shut the car door and watched as Malcolm drove away. When he started crossing to get to the café building, he saw Nico and some of their friends outside.

Nico’s eyes were on him, but Will couldn’t discern the emotion behind them. He had a cigarette in between his fingers, his eyes looked tired and sunken. Will wasn’t sure what he was doing with the group of friends if he was obviously not up for socializing.

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anonymous asked:

I usually see in fanfics how Levi hates dogs, do you think Levi really dislikes dogs? And how would Levi react if his s/o loves dogs and wanted to get one or already has one. Actually I feel like Levi would be more open minded about getting one in a modern au setting but I'm not sure, what do you think?

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is canon or completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, that’s perfectly fine! Everyone has a different point of view, but if you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages, do me a favor and please just don’t even bother.

I headcanon Levi to have a soft spot for pretty much all animals that won’t try to kill him on sight. Especially since it’s obvious that he cares for his horse quite a bit and horses are infinitely filthy animals. Amazing animals, but still filthy. So I don’t think he’d mind dogs. If anything, he’d probably greatly appreciate their loyalty. 

As far as his s/o wanting one… In canonverse, I don’t think he’d go for it only because keeping one as a pet in HQ would not be wise. Also, that’s another mouth to feed. I don’t think most soldiers get the option of keeping pets. In a modern AU though, I don’t think he’d care so long as the dog would get proper training and care. 

Don’t vote to ban plastic bags

without making sure it’s done right. Learn from the State of California. The plastic bag ban here has been nothing but a scam… a cash grab from day 1, imho.

Last November, we just barely passed a law banning single use grocery bags. It was supposed to get people to bring their own. I voted for it. It seemed like the answer.

I expected it to be like IKEA, where they provide no plastic bags whatsoever, not even for money. I figured we’d get the hang of it after a few times forgetting.

What I never saw coming was reusable 10 cent plastic grocery bags.

Here’s a photo of a Target bag, but all the groceries have them. Pretty sturdy bag, claims you should get 125 uses out of it. I think that’s a bit high. They do gradually get holes.

Stores had these a lot faster than you’d think. That bothers me. But I figured since they were so prepared, they’d provide a bin for recycling old ones.

Months have passed. I haven’t found a recycling bin for them in a single store except Target, and I don’t know whether their bins are for reusable ones since it’s been around since before the ban. The cashier I asked thought there was a bin somewhere else (turned out to be a trash can).

We thought people would balk at buying the bags. They’re only 10 cents and save a lot of trouble at the store! So of course they buy them! My husband keeps buying them! Ugh!

We have a fleet of them that I keep scrambling to get back into my car so that I don’t forget them, and I see people buying them right and left. My daughter wanted to give the spares to her friend because her family uses them for garbage bags!

All I can see is scores upon scores of bigger, thicker, tougher plastic bags taking the place of their weaker predecessors. You think those were bad…And sure enough… I’m already starting to see them by the roads. And people just keep buying them.

Maybe it’s just early days. Maybe we’re just getting used to this and there will be a way to recycle the bags soon. Maybe there will still be a lot less of them littering the place. I don’t know.

Don’t vote in a plastic bag ban unless they make it complete. There has to be a better way. They played upon our guilt to pass a law that was nothing but a way to rake in a fortune, one dime at a time. And no one seems to be worried, so nothing’s going to happen to stop it.