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The 15 PLOT POINTS of Story Structure

To all the writers who have ever been told they need to outline their story, and privately thought “Great. But how do you DO that? What exactly does that mean?! Is there a map? WHAT IS THE SPECIFIC DEFINITION OF THE VAGUE WORD ‘OUTLINE’?”

Good news. Stories have structure. Structure that can be learned. And a fantastic place to start learning structure? 

Save the Cat: The Last Book on Screenwriting You’ll Ever Need by Blake Snyder. This book gives a simple outline that most stories follow. And as an introduction to story structure, it can’t be beat. 

In Save the Cat, 15 plot points are spelled out in something called a beat sheet. During the outlining process, these “beats” or plot points can be used as an armature or skeleton that your story is built upon. 

So what are those 15 plot points?

Opening Image: A snapshot of the hero’s problematic ordinary world, right before the story starts and changes everything. 

Set-Up: Further establishing that ordinary world and what the hero does every day, impressing upon the audience or reader what’s wrong, and the idea that something needs to change.

Theme Stated:  The truth that the hero will learn by experiencing the story, the statement that will be proven to the audience. But upon first encountering this truth, in this story beat right in the beginning, the hero doesn’t understand or outright refuses to believe it. The theme stated is asking a question, a question which the story will answer.

Catalyst: The ordinary world is shattered. Something unexpected happens, and this event triggers all the conflict and change of the whole story. Life will never be the same after this moment. This is the Call to Adventure. 

Debate: But for a moment, the hero won’t be quite sure about answering that call. Leaving behind the ordinary world is difficult – even if the catalyst has come along and disrupted everything – because the ordinary means safety, it means not being challenged, it means avoiding conflict and heartache. Yes, that existence they’re stuck in might be stagnant and unpleasant, but it protects them from facing the intimidating task of growth, of becoming something better.

Break Into 2: And this is when the hero decides to answer the call and cross the threshold of act two, determined to pursue their goal. 

B Story: This is when the relationship – which usually carries and proves the theme – starts in earnest.

Fun & Games: This is just what it says: the premise promised a certain type of pure entertainment, and this beat is where we get to experience it fully. 

Midpoint: This is either a false victory or a false defeat. Something really really good happens. Or something the exact opposite.

Bad Guys Close In: Forces of opposition and conflict begin to converge on the hero and his goal. Everything begins to fall apart for the hero, the defeats piling up one after another, the main character punching back.  

All Is Lost: This is the sequence where absolutely everything falls apart for the hero. The plans fail, the goal is lost, the mentor dies, the villain wins. All is, quite literally, lost. 

Dark Night of the Soul: The hero’s bleakest moment is right here. In addition to all of the tangible things that have been lost, hope and the gumption to continue with the story have also vanished. There is usually a hint of death here, of some kind. An actual death, or an emotional or spiritual death. 

Break into 3: Ah, but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Inspiration occurs, hope is rekindled, courage to pursue the story returns. Usually, this is the moment where the main character learns what they NEED, the truth which will heal them, and allow them to fix their own lives. With this, they are able to snatch victory from defeat.

Finale: And in here, the story goal is pursued once more, but this time from the stronger version of the hero – the version that has learned the theme, and committed to act accordingly. 

Closing Image: The opposite of the opening image. This is a snapshot of life after the story, the problems of the ordinary world solved or banished, a new world opening up for the hero. If the opening is the equivalent of “once upon a time” this is saying “And every day after … “ 

So let’s see how that works! And to see it, let’s look at my favorite short film of all time – Paperman  (because this gave me an excuse to watch it several times and listen to the music while writing it.)

1) Opening Image

We see George, a twenty-something in a sixty-something’s suit and tie, obviously on his way to work, and not looking at all enthused about it. He stares straight ahead, expression bored, lifeless, right on the edge of depressed. Wind from a passing train pushes him slightly, and he lets it, demeanor unchanging. 

2) Set-Up

But then a sheet of paper, caught on the wind, hits his shoulder. The paper flies off again, and a young woman appears onscreen, chasing after the paper, as the surprised George watches.

 After catching it offscreen, the girl returns, tucking the paper into the stack she carries, smiling slightly. They both face forward, waiting for the train side-by-side, in silence. She’s glancing sideways at him, he’s smiling and fidgeting nervously, but still resolutely facing forward; they’re both aware of each other, seemingly hoping the other will be braver, but neither able to overcome their shyness and the unspoken rules of everyday life. 

3) Theme Stated 

As a train charges into the station, a paper from George’s stack is snatched by the wind and lands flat on the woman’s face. When he pulls the paper away, she laughs: her lipstick left a perfect kiss mark on the sheet. When George spots it, he laughs too … 

but when he opens his eyes, she’s gone. She’s boarded a different train. The kiss-mark paper flaps in the wind as the train begins to move, taking her away. He watches, crestfallen. She glances back. Looks of regret and disappointment are exchanged, both a little wistful. The paper, the symbol of their fleeting memorable meeting, waves goodbye. 

Through this little sequence of images, the question of the whole story is asked: Was there a connection between them? Will they find each other again? And on a wider level: What does it take to find love? 

Further Set-Up:

And cut to George behind a desk, in a gray office, dark file cabinets towering behind him, clocks on the wall ticking away his life. Miserable again, he stares at the lipsticked paper. A stack of documents slams onto the desk from on high. The grim-faced boss of the office scowls down at him. George frowns at the stack, then at his boss, who stomps away.   

4) Catalyst 

Breeze pulls the kissed paper off his desk and out the open window. He catches it just in time, breathing a sigh of relief. And then he sees something. The girl! She’s there! She’s right across the street! 

5) Debate 

He needs to get her attention! He dithers for a moment, then throws the window wide and enthusiastically waves his arms.

 An ominous "ahem” from the boss brings him back inside, and back to his desk. But his attention is still on the girl, and the need to get her attention. He folds a paper airplane, stands before the window, poises the airplane to fly … but he glances at his boss’s office before he throws it. Should he? 

6) Break Into Act 2

Yes. Yes, he should. He sends the little airplane messenger to bridge the distance between himself and the girl. 

7) B Story

What he should have done while waiting for the train, he’s committed to do now. Talk to her. The relationship of the story has started officially. 

8) Fun & Games

In this moment, he becomes the “paper man” of the title. He folds and throws paper airplane after paper airplane. The boss shows up, shoves him back and slams his window. George pauses until he’s gone, then just keeps sending airplanes. They sail over the street, but are intercepted or miss their mark every time. 

9) Midpoint

He reaches for more paper … and knocks an empty tray off the desk. He’s run out. Except for one paper, the kissed one, the only one he’s held onto. With a determined look, he folds it precisely into an airplane, stands before the window, breathes to steady himself … 

And the wind steals the airplane from his hand, sending it spiraling to the street below, George reaching out pointlessly. On top of this defeat, the girl leaves the office.  

10) Bad Guys Close In 

Immediately, the boss emerges from his lair. The other office workers hurriedly return to their scribbling, hunched to avoid drawing attention. The girl is leaving the building across the street! George turns from the window … and finds the boss looming above him, glowering, delivering another tall pile of meaningless work. 

George sinks into his chair, defeated. But something happens as he watches his boss walk away, as he sees the office workers in neat rows; all of them older versions of George, reflections of what he will become … if he doesn’t do something right now. 

He runs, sending paper from the perfect stacks flying in his wake. 

11) All Is Lost

But when he escapes the building, and attempts to cross the street, cars nearly kill him. And when he finally makes it to the opposite sidewalk, the girl is nowhere in sight. She’s lost again. 

And all he manages to find is the little traitorous paper airplane. The paper he’d believed might mean something, might have signified something important and maybe a little magical. Which it obviously never did. 

12) Dark Night of the Soul

Angry, he grabs the plane and throws it with all his strength.  He’s lost his job, he’s lost the girl, he’s lost all faith in the magic he’d just started to believe might be real. He stomps towards the train station, returning home. 

13) Break Into 3  

But fate has other plans. The airplane glides over the city, almost supernaturally graceful and purposeful. It dives between buildings, and lands in the middle of the alley where all the paper planes have collected. 

It sits immobile. Then it moves. Moves again. And jumps into flight. The airplane flies over the rest, stirring them into motion, into the air. In a place where not even a breath of wind could reach, there is now a whirlwind of George’s airplanes. 

Though the forces of mediocrity tried to keep them apart, something greater has recognized George’s efforts and is going to see things through. 

14) Finale

A parade of airplanes follows George down the street. 

The leader attaches to his leg. He brushes it off, mad. A flurry of them attach to him, then carry him down the street, unfazed by his fighting. 

The leader airplane rockets over the city purposefully, finds the girl, then lures her to follow.

 She chases after. 

Somewhere else in the city, George is being pushed wherever the paper airplanes want him to go. We switch back and forth between George and the girl, as the airplanes push him and beckon her. 

Until they’re both on different trains, which stop simultaneously, on opposite sides of the platform. The girl gets out. She fiddles with the airplane, like she’s trying to get it to work again. And just then, a breeze brings hundreds of paper planes skittering all around the platform.

 She looks up …

15) Closing Image

And there’s George, covered in paper planes. 

He lurches towards Meg, and the airplanes falls away, their work done. 

George and Meg face each other, smiling, the barriers of routine and shyness overcome. Exactly what should have happened, exactly what was meant to happen. Putting effort into connection and love prevailed in the end, defeating the allure of life spent in safety and mediocrity. The closing image is the opposite of the opening: he’s not alone, he’s not facing the train leading to his mundane job, he’s not looking miserable and hopeless. He’s facing the girl, his bright and meaningful new future.


So! Those are the 15 plot points. This is a fantastic way to begin learning what story structure is, why it works the way it does, and how to precisely pull it off. 

For a more in-depth explanation, I highly recommend picking up a copy of Save the Cat. (It holds a special place in my heart; it was the first screenwriting book I ever read, and started obsessive study of storytelling.)

Zack totally teased the two of them (individually) to get together when he found out the feelings were mutual meanwhile Jason is just tired of all the gushing he gets from Kim about the yellow ranger

Jason: “Kimberly Ann Hart, I swear to god if you don’t ask her out, I’ll-”
Kimberly: “What? Ask her out yourself? She’s not into you. Not even into guys in general. What are you going to threaten me with now, Scott? And how dare you full name me.”

Trini reverted back to using earphones so they could listen to music together, but someone always moved their head too much where the other’s bud always came out so she decided to get a splitter so they could still listen together, but have their individual earphones.

Zack and Jason (reluctantly) bet on who’s going to get their ass wiped during sparring between the girls during training each day because (one of them gets a little too sidetracked)

Their study dates are 20% flashcards and 80% ”if i fail this test tomorrow, you can tell the teacher why, Tri!” “that i couldn’t keep my hands to myself after i finally found your ticklish spot which took so long to find but it was so worth it though it may have resulted in a hole in your wall because you tried blindly kicking at me?”

Trini secretly loves when Kim plays with her hair, especially when she’s had a stressful day
she’ll collapse into her lap and let her do her thing, letting her caress her hair and gently scratch at her scalp

Kim watches her girlfriend go from grumpy cat to lazy sleepy content cat (she totally awes at the accidental purr that comes out)
Kim is the only one that’s allowed to unbraid/braid Trini’s hair

Here’s Kim’s words of advice and reassuring comments to Trini introducing herself as her girlfriend for the first time “Breathe. You’re going to do fine. You’ll be great. Just think about something calming, soothing, relaxing.
“Like what?”
“Think about me. Naked.”

Kim willing to fight anyone who insults or harms Trini in anyway and becoming furiously protective

Trini trying to bite back her words of anger and hatred when Amanda and her minions make a harsh snide comment to Kimberly knowing she won’t be able to stop any sort of aggression once it starts

Comforting each other about their
past and current home life

Instead of passing generic notes, they’re either playing tic tac toe, telling one another jokes or Kim drawing mini comics and Trini attempting to continue the story with her stick figures

Kim getting jealous when this new girl starts flirting with Trini and because this oblivious gay can’t tell the difference between a friendly compliment and I’m-trying-to-ask-you-out-on-a-date compliment, she unknowingly flirts back

Trini getting jealous when Jason asks if he can talk to Kimberly in private, when Kimberly cancels their plans because she promised to hang out with him and when Jason let’s it slip that Kim visits him in his room at night to talk about things that are troubling instead of talking to her

Kim volunteering to babysit Trini’s brothers with her
Discussing/”Making Up” stories about the Power Rangers with them
Trading embarrassing stories about Trini
Shyly but trying to act intimidating as they interrogate Kim to see if she’s good enough for their sister
Innocently asking if Kim and Trini are dating
Teasingly throwing the girlfriend word around the girls
Board Games
Movie Nights
Them and Kim getting competitive with one another during video games
Talking about their favorite superheroes as they show her their action figures
Questioning her if she believes in aliens

Kim sitting next to Trini or in front of her during Biology so they can reach under the desk and hold hands, y’know whisper in one another’s ears like losers, doodle in each other’s margin on their notebooks

Sneaking into each other’s rooms through the window

Both calming the other down after a nightmare
Kim stealing all of Trini’s flannels, jackets, hoodies. (Beanies are harder to get though she managed to steal her yellow one and replaced it before she was caught.)

Trini occasionally borrowing one of Kim’s shirts/tops

neck kisses
shoulder kisses
forehead kisses
nose kisses
cheek kisses
stomach kisses

Trini staring at Kim’s lips when she talks
Kim glancing at Trini’ lips when they’re sitting or standing too close

lip bites

Playfully bickering on who gets to be the big spoon always even though they switch it up all the time

Being able to keep up with each other’s snark, wit, sass, and sarcasm
Sly smiles
Knowing smug smirks
Suggestive glances
Amused arched eyebrows
Challenging one another

Trini resting her head on Kim’s shoulder

Kim resting her head atop of Trini’s

Trying out different cafés, bakeries, patisseries, coffee shops and learning and eventually knowing each other’s orders at all of them

jokes, innuendos, pick up lines, teasing, banter
eye rolls all the time
exaggerated eyelash batting
Kim flirtatiously winking
pleading pouting lips
Fake offended gasp
hugs from behind

Kim leaning her chin on top of Trini’s head or her shoulder

both being easily whipped and persuaded/convinced by the other

whispering sweet nothings before saying something dumb and stupid and playfully insultful to get rid of the cheesy, sappy, sentiment

Trini judging Kim’s music tastes and both of them trying to find a common genre

Finding places with the best views of the town/taking each other on random adventures

Late night car rides with the windows down

They frequent the cliff edge that overlooks the lake (swimming hole?) for a good view of the lights

If Trini can convince Kim to go hike up the mountain together in the morning, they watch the sunrise, but usually they watch the sunset after school/training

Drive In Movie Theater which either results in Kim being totally invested and Trini taking a nap or having a popcorn catching contest

Sharing Milkshakes

They always share the last donut and have a showdown on who gets the last piece

Taking selfies in those In N Out hats when they go out for burgers

Trini finds Kim singing into a hairbrush and dancing around her room one day as she blasts Top 40 Pop Songs
It takes roughly about 15 seconds to get her to begrudgingly join in
But she’s just in awe at the girl’s voice and so is Kim when Trini starts singing
They’re both panicking

Racing one another just for fun (of course where no one will see)

Snowball fights

Behind the bleachers, rooftop, girl’s bathroom on the second floor or in a quiet vacant hidden corner in the library is where you’ll find them alone ditching class and being unusually couple-ish (The janitor’s closet was just downright disgusting and smelled of cheap chlorine bleach and sanitizer even with their superhuman powers, chemicals still had some effect on their body)

Squeezing each other’s hand for comfort or reassurance along with rubbing their thumb over one another’s knuckles

Trusting one another more than anyone

taking turns resting their head on the other’s chest

Trini resting her head in Kimberly’s lap as she’s sprawled out on the couch

Zack giving Kimberly the shovel talk and Jason giving Trini the shovel talk even though they care for both girls
It’s a ridiculously lovable somewhat annoying act

Trini calling Kim “Princess”

kissing one another’s palms and wrists

both being in utter awe that someone as amazing and beautiful wants to date them

rubbing soothing circles on one another’s hands when the other gets nervous/anxious

Kim tracing abstract patterns on Trini’s back when she’s sleeping

long walks or hiking up those mountain trails
talking to each other all night and even when one falls asleep the other doesn’t hang up the phone, lovesick idiots

When Kim asks Trini what she did to get into detention this time, if she isn’t sending a death glare towards Zack and groaning like she’s suffering through hell and back, she just gives a sheepish smile and a nonchalant shrug because she’s not going to admit that she volunteers to go to this and the teacher could care less

Taking photographs

Kim’s mirror is covered in polaroids and Trini has a secret album

Trini finding out that Kim can do an absolutely believable flawless British accent (you figure out the details)

Kim mouthing the lines to movies and tv shows and Trini’s not even paying attention to the screen anymore like always

God forbid, they have hidden poetry/song books about one another that neither of have told them about.

Tickle Fights

Kim complimenting Trini all the time just to see her blush

The only time they will ever carry each other without being a stumbling blushing mess or arguing over the position in carrying is when one of them is injured or asleep

Star Gazing on top of Kim’s roof

They totally had the same idea of kissing in the rain even though they both know it’s a fricking cliche because a) they can’t get sick and b) they’re saps and hopeless romantics even if they won’t admit it

Having a snowman contest

Kim pushing Trini into the pool and Trini pulling her in with her

Kim booping Trini on the nose and Trini is just bewildered

They take turns bringing each other drinks and donuts for breakfast during the school week (Jason scolds them about needing to eat a healthier breakfast)

They meet up before first period then always text each other before their next classes/during passing periods/hallway traffic jam to complain or give them a heads up about things instead of walking one another to class

Stealing from another’s food during lunch
though it turns more into a game of sorts

Whoever gets out earlier from class waits by the other’s locker after school

Let’s just say the Rangers can’t get drunk so they inevitably try to drink themselves to death, but a body shot and a lap dance ensues

“Do you trust me?”
“Not with my water bottle and definitely not over a cliff.”

“If she goes, I go.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“That’s just your way of telling me, you love me. I’ve cracked that code a long time ago, Hart.”

“Will you please just shut up for a second and stop doubting yourself and listen to me! You’re beautiful.”

“Why did we agree to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“Did they just tell us to go fuck in a closet?”
“The irony hasn’t escaped me.”

“I hate this town. I hate these faces. I’m just so tired of everything, except you. Never you.”

“You’re not short,you’re just tiny.”

“I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember you grabbing onto my hand and squeezing way too hard when we were about to be pummeled to our deaths by a train and in that terrifying second I couldn’t process anything except a single thought which was, “You’re dying just admit you’re gay and pretty girls make you weak.”

“You’ve been shutting everyone out that genuinely cares about you”
“Not everyone, not you.”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Let me ask you something. Do you think there’s such a thing as a perfect day?”
“A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it’s possible?”

“We spend our whole lives stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how we’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps us going, but we’ll never do it. We just use the future to escape the present. Truth is, we’ll never actually be rid of Angel Grove, we’re still Power Rangers and just like any other superhero we’ll end up staying exactly where we are. Unfortunately our home isn’t a city.” “Well, at least it has you.”

“You were not meant to simply be pretty. You were meant to fight back, so get up and face it.”

“What’s inside is what matters. You are so much smarter than they give you credit for.”

“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”

“I feel lost inside myself.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m original.”

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”

“The happiest people, don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.”

“Perhaps, I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you.”

“My life will end someday and so will yours, hopefully we die roughly around the same age, not that I want you to die ever but I don’t want you suffering of heartbreak like some depressing Hallmark movie so just kiss me anytime.”

“Thank you, for making me feel less alone.”

“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”

“You are alive. You are not a sad story.”

“I love you, but don’t know what to do.”

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
But you
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Why did you do that?”
“Because I love you.”

“I would never let anybody or anything hurt you.”

“I don’t know for sure what I’m feeling. I don’t think you know exactly what you’re feeling either. This is all new or maybe we’ve felt this way for quite sometime, but refused to acknowledge them. What I do know is that, whatever mutual feelings we have for one another is not going to jeopardize our friendship.We’re not going to let that happen.”

“Just talk to me.”

“What is wrong with you?”
“I’m crazy, remember?”

Kim noticing that Trini has bad social anxiety especially when she’s seated or standing in a public closed in crowd so she always makes it a priority to get seats near the windows in the corner or a seat where Trini’s back is covered
Kim trying to learn Spanish on her own not just to impress Trini (that’s just an added bonus) but to make it easier for Trini’s brothers and dad to communicate with her. She manages to even impress Trini’s mom and manages to have forge somewhat of an acquaintanceship, but she’s still wary.

They’re in love, that’s all I’ve got to say.


The girls finally found out who A.D is (choose who you see best fit), they feel closure for what had happened over the past several years and finally feel at peace with all that went on. Everything is explained from day one, A.D is finally killed or locked away, and they are finally safe again.

Then, there is a three year time jump. We see the five girls end up with the love they deserve, the career they have always wanted, the family they have always dreamed of. It as if everything is tied in a perfect bow, we, as an audience, feel weirdly satisfied with a happy ending and realize that it is finally the end, but at least we know the whole A.D story and know the truth. 

Finally, as the screen goes black, we think that it’s it, it’s over. Until all of a sudden, they show Radley Sanitarium, the camera follows down the hallways, through the haunted, creepy rooms. And then, it zooms to a shaking hand, writing furiously in a notebook, in scribbled writing and smudged ink. And as the person writes “the end”, they close the notebook and all you see is the title “Pretty Little Liars” written in cursive on the front. Then suddenly, the camera zooms out and all you see is Aria, in a hospital gown, rocking back and forth as she sits at a desk that is filled with baby dolls, smiling smuggly at the book she had just written. The story of five girls being stalked by an ominous character, the other four girls are ones that Aria has always admired, one’s that she has always dreamed of being friends with. And then, a nurse walks in.

“Aria, are you finished writing for the day? It is time for your shower.” She says, standing cautiously at the edge of the doorway, resembling Mrs. Grunwald.

“Yes, I am.” Aria nods, the bags under eyes prominent, her eyes blood shot. “My story is finished. A story of my life, me and my four best friends, stalked and tortured by A, a murder mystery.” She pauses, “Did you know, I had a scary life, Miss?” Her lip begins to shake, “Full of killing and betrayal.” She picks up a doll, brushing it’s hair with her fingers. “I always felt so … scared.”

“Time for your shower, dear.” The nurse sighs, “Remember, this is all make believe, it is all in your head Ms. Montgomery. No need to be scared.”

“Aria, Emily, Spencer, Hanna and Alison, my Pretty Little Liars. Has a nice ring to it huh?” She looks endearingly at her book once last time before putting it back on the shelf and walking toward the nurse. Grunwald turns off the lights behind them and then, the screen turns black. 

The end.

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Word Count: 1,826.

A/N: You’re probably thinking, “Sam, another movie series?!” Yup. I would probably apologize but nah fam. This is based off of “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.” Hope you enjoy!

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- Tough and gorgeous

- Could kill you.

- *Disgusted noises*

- Tsundere

- Loves poetry

- Like seriously, its her kink most likely

- So cute when in love

- Is also the best mom you could ask for

- „Ugh.“

- Owned Iron Bull more than once

- Made him fall when she hit him with a stick.

- Don´t mess with her.

- She´s tougher than all your guy friends combined.

- „DEAL. WITH.  IT.“

- You totally watched her walk. Dont lie to yourself


- Is still awesome

- Still hot and cute tbh

- Best one liners

- Will probably write a story about you

- His crossbow is named Bianca.

- It´s important

- Like really important, the devs wont let you change his weapon just like that.


- Doesn´t know wth is going on here.

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- By that I mean, AGAIN.

- And you won´t complain

- If you hate on him I will fight you.

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- Secretly intrigued by parties

- Knows everything

- Basically elf expert

- Also magic and Fade expert

- Also love expert


- Just wants to sleep and dream.

- Can make you dream about anything you want

- Breaks your heart but you still love him inside

- Admit it, you romanced him more than once


- „Vhenan“


- This shouldnt even be a question

- Look at that face

- He makes moustaches hot

- Sassy

- Precious

- Girls love him despite the fact hes gay

- Compliments you even if you play as a girl

- Because hes a sweetie

- Just wants to be loved and accepted

- The best and he knows it.


- Loves his country and wants to make it better

- „Don´t worry, I´ll protect you“

- He got the booty

- Likes „watching you go“, so he can stare at your booty.


- Is elf but doesnt want to be all „elfy“

- „They got no breeches!“

- The crazy aunt.

- Makes no sense.

- Then makes more sense than everyone else

- Wants to save the world so she can play

- But you love her.

- Admit it

- Makes fun of Solas


- „Arrows“

- Just doesnt want to be judged.

- Trolls Solas

- And Vivienne

- Is ok with Dorian and not because they´re both gay

- Also pals with Blackwall, its cute ok

- Likes qunari women


- The cinnamon roll

- Also the sinnamon roll

- Could kill you

- But is so innocent.

- Wants to help everyone


- Just wants people to be happy

- Literally so precious

- Dont you dare take off his hat.


- Doesnt care if people forget him.

- „What matters is, I helped.“

- Blunt in the most innocent way possible.

- If you don´t love him then there truly is no hope for you

Iron Bull

- He picked his name.

- Biggest Qunari in the trilogy.

- Also the funniest.

- Casually talks about sex

- Has the best squad in the world and he knows it.

- Seriously he´s precious with them.

- Nervous around magic and demons.

- But just hit him with a stick. He´ll feel better.


- Gets owned by Cassandra.

- Flirts with Cassandra and she likes it.

- „Ride the bull?“

- Ends up with Dorian if you romance neither.

- And its kinda cute


- She´s beauty. She´s grace

- She´ll step on your face

- Let her

- Also knows everything

- Wants the Circle back because she knows mages are dangerous

- Is a mage herself btw

- Savage when roasting people

- Scary

- Like legit she scares Iron Bull

- Is the aunt we didn´t ask for, but the one we desperately need

- Admit it, you want her to give you fashion advice

- So pretty and elegant it´s not fair.


- What can he do? „Save the fucking world, if pressed“

- Says „fucking“ a lot.

- Cute beard


- Has a big heart

- But also tragic past

- Thinks he´s not worthy of love

- Or anything good

- Wants to make up for what he did.

- Actually cares about your cause

- Friends with Sera

- Trolls Solas about his …relationship with Spirits

- Hella funny, if you ask me.


- Still cute

- Even cuter

- Grew so much

- Be proud of him

- Always doing his best.

- Great leader, you can count on him

- But still nervous when in love

- Got owned by his sister in chess.

- But then won by practising for weeks with his brother.


- Cute fluffy coat

- Y´all probably wanna wear it.

- The glare he gives to the soldier when he and his love get interrupted.

- Like omg

- His romance is literally so sweet

- Just as he is

- Two words. „The desk“


- Greets you differently depending on your culture

- So thoughtful

- And sweet

- And cute

- But still great at what she does

- And the entire world knows it.

- Protect her.

- I love her design so much

- Cheers loudly with the soldiers, then covers her mouth shyly


- Such a dork

- Tells great stories

- Really fun, but tries to act all decent, its cute.


- Baby girl

- She grew up so much

- Could kill you

- No, seriously.

- Also really tough.

- Probably even more than Cassandra.

- Deserves everything good.

- P. R. O.T. E. C.T. Her

- In an alternate timeline, gives her life to save you.

- Probably mentally strongest girl in the game

- I just want to hug her


- Still giggles like a school girl when remembering her lover tho

- „S/He misses me!“

- Best sis you could ask for basically.

Not my story but in my dads high school there was this one teacher who everyone hated. One time she got mad at a girl because the girl didn’t hear her so the teacher yelled “What are you deaf or something?” And the girl responded by saying" Actually I am" slamming her hearing implant on the desk and walking out of the classroom.

MariChat May Day 13: SIN

I took some liberty with this prompt, as well. I’m trying to keep this to a single, continuous story arc, and I wasn’t ready for them to get naughty just yet. So, you’ll just have to make do with LUST rather than SMUT this time.

This is for @siderealsandman. You set the sin bar high, my friend. If anyone wants to read incredibly well written sin, go check out Sandman’s AO3.


Marinette checked her reflection in her mirror for the umpteenth time, because she was too antsy to sit still. Which was silly. She didn’t even know that he would be coming over. She swung away from the mirror with a groan, and began pacing. They hadn’t made any plans, but he had made a habit of dropping by on Friday evenings. He didn’t always come, but he did whenever he could.

And since she’d finished her Chat Noir outfit earlier in the week, she’d decided to go ahead and put it on, to surprise him with the complete look. After his reaction to the choker, she was quite looking forward to seeing his reaction to all of it. But what if he didn’t show tonight? What if he showed, but he thought it was ridiculous? What if he thought it was slutty?

She stopped. Why was she freaking out over what Chat Noir thought of this outfit? Sure, a bit of anticipation and even nerves made sense. She did want him to like them, after all. But this level of anxiety was over the top, even for her. It was just Chat Noir, and regardless of what Alya thought, they weren’t dating. It wasn’t like that for them, it wasn’t anything like she was waiting for Adrien to show up.

“Get a hold of yourself, girl,” she muttered. She resolutely pulled a new library book from her desk, and sat on her chaise to read. Either he would stop by, or he wouldn’t. She opened the book to the first page, and set about getting herself engrossed in the story.

It was late when Adrien was finally released from that stupid black tie affair with his dad. It had been boring and superficial and excruciatingly long, just as those events always were, but this one was worse because it fell on a Friday night. It had somehow become routine to go visit Marinette on Fridays, and now, he couldn’t stand to miss one. So, even though it was probably already too late, he called for his transformation as soon as he was sure that Nathalie wouldn’t be bothering him any more for the night.

The journey across the rooftops was freeing, as it always was, and he’d managed to lose some of the tension from that interminable dinner by the time he reached her balcony. Her lights were still on, which was always a good sign. He peered in through her skylight, and saw that she was curled up under a blanket on the chaise, with a book. He tapped on the glass to get her attention, and waved. Her face lit up when she saw him, and when she waved him in, he wasted no time in joining her.

“I’d given up on you coming over today, Chaton,” she said as he came through the opening in her ceiling.

“Eh, I got tied up as my civilian self.” He pulled the trap door closed behind himself, and began to climb down from her bed. “I almost didn’t come over, as late as it is. And had your light been off, I’d have turned back.”

“Well then, I’m glad I left my light on.” She pushed the blanket back to stand, then turned to set her book down, and Chat realized that she was wearing something other than her customary pink.

She was wearing black.

No, she was wearing black and green.

His colors. She was dressed entirely in his colors, and he quite suddenly forgot how to breathe. It must be the outfit that she’d designed from her sketches of him. She’d elected to stay surprisingly close to the design of his suit, and the sight of Marinette’s trim form clad in something very much like his suit was wreaking havoc with his equilibrium.

She’d made herself a pair of black skinny jeans, but rather than using black thread and a traditional cut for pants, she had cut these to echo the lines of his suit and stitched them with heavy green thread. The result was striking, to say the least. When she’d bent to put down her book, he’d gotten a very good look at the horizontal line across her derriere, as well as the twin lines that traveled down the backs of her legs, making them appear even longer than they were. The waist band sat at her hips, like the belt that circled his own body, and was likewise stitched in the heavy green thread.

By this time she’d turned to face him, and he saw that while her top also echoed the lines of his suit, she’d taken greater creative license with it. It was not made of denim, like the pants, but of matte satin, and was trimmed all the way around in piping of the same green as the thread. In some ways, it resembled a cheongsam, though she’d taken a great deal of liberty with that, as well. She’d clearly modeled the shape of the cap sleeves on the lines on his shoulders, so that they came to gently rounded points. In place of the high neckline, she wore her bell collar necklace above a low “V” neckline that would have shown cleavage on a bustier woman. The green line continued straight down the middle of the shirt to the hem, and was further embellished by two matching green frog closures.

She’d found a way to combine the style elements of his suit with elements from her own heritage, and the over-all effect was stunning, and…provocative. He moistened suddenly dry lips with his tongue, and allowed his gaze to rove over her again.

“Um, Chat? I-is it ok?”

He jerked his eyes to her face, finally aware that he had been staring, and saw that she was watching him anxiously. “Guh, Marinette, you look—er, I mean, this is—this is incredible! And—are you wearing chopsticks in your hair?”

“I am!” She turned to show him her hair, which she’d coiled into a bun and secured with a pair of shiny black chopsticks, which were embellished at the ends with tiny green paw prints. “So, you like it?”

“Like it?” He stepped closer to her, and touched a claw to the paw print on one of the chopsticks with something nearing awe. Not only had she dressed herself in his colors from head to toe, but she had made every last bit of it herself. She’d all but marked herself as his. “I fucking love it,” he breathed.

She whirled to face him, grinning happily, and he found himself staring down into her blue, blue eyes, which were presently very, very close to his face. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips without consulting him first, and in that moment, he found himself faced with a very intense desire to sweep his hand over her curves, pull her against him, and press his lips to hers. He watched in fascination as her grin faded, and her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips before tugging the lower one in between her teeth. His breath caught, and he found himself swaying toward her.

“Ch-Chat,” she whispered, and he didn’t know if it was a question or an invitation or a rejection, but it was enough to bring his brain back online.

He straightened abruptly, and took several hasty steps back, aware that his pants were feeling uncomfortably tight. What in the hell? Where had all of that come from? She was watching him, wide-eyed, with something like disappointment on her face. He mentally kicked himself, hoping that she wouldn’t notice his uh, problem. Why did he have to go and make it awkward between them? He cleared his throat, uncomfortably aware that he was probably blushing enough for it to show around his mask. “S-sorry about that. I, um, ahem, I love it. You did a great job.”

She opened her mouth to speak, apparently thought better of whatever she was going to say, and closed it again. She looked down, tugged at the hem of her shirt nervously, and one half of it pulled briefly away from the other, revealing a flash of the skin beneath.

The shirt didn’t close all the way down, he realized. Those frogs weren’t just decorative; they were the only things holding the silly thing closed. He leaned heavily against the ladder behind him, feeling poleaxed all over again.

“Thanks,” she finally said, with a small smile.

He blinked, an idea forming in his mind. “Hey, uh, Princess?”


“Would you mind if I took a couple of pictures?” Crap, was that weird? He really hoped she didn’t think it was weird.

Her smile broadened, and it reached her eyes again. “Not at all.”

He tugged his baton from behind his back, and brought up the screen. After tapping the pad for the camera, he snapped a couple with her facing him, and lowered it again uncertainly. “Could you, uh…”

“Turn around? Sure.”

She smiled again, and turned away from him so that he could photograph the back. She had her head turned to the side, so he was able to capture her face in profile. Had she always been so…sexy? He gulped, and hoped that she couldn’t hear. “Perfect. Thanks, Princess.”

“Of course!” She moved to the desk, then, and picked up her phone. “Would you mind taking a selfie with me? I don’t have any pictures of us together…”

“Only if you promise to give me a copy.”

“You know I will, Chaton.” She brought up the camera on her phone, and moved to stand beside him, but the angle was weird.

“Here.” He took the phone from her hands, and stood behind and just to the side of her, and held his arm out to take the picture. He pretended not to notice that her face was right next to his, or that only a few centimeters separated their bodies. He took a few pictures before straightening and taking another step away from her.

He was discovering that her proximity was inversely proportional to his ability to think. He managed to say goodnight without embarrassing himself, and then made his escape. When he was safely several houses over, he stopped and looked pensively back toward her balcony.

They’d grown close over recent months, and he considered her one of his dearest friends. If he had found himself attracted to her, he’d chalked it up to the fact that she was a pretty girl and he was a normal 17 year old guy. He’d never thought beyond that, because he’d been so focused on pursuing Ladybug. It hadn’t occurred to him that he might develop feelings for someone else, and if anyone had asked him yesterday if there was something between him and Marinette, he’d have scoffed.

Now? He wasn’t so sure any more. She’d somehow left him aching without ever touching him, so whatever else he felt for her, he definitely desired her. He adjusted himself in his pants with a sigh, and continued on his way.


Anyone want to guess what he’s going to be doing when he gets home?

anonymous asked:

What are your biggest wayhaught hopes for in season 2?

Honest to God truth. I want a sex scene. And I don’t say that because I want to watch them bang. But hers the dealio. I was a huge fan of Lost Girl. Like insanely huge. I’m still a huge fan, it’s one of my go to rewatches when I’m having a shitty day. Anyways. The very first episode I ever saw of Lost Girl was in 2012. I was sicker than shit and had mixed some cold medicine with some other stuff and was high as hell, but like on accident. Also at this time I was an RA (a resident assistant in a dorm building aka I was the student that you came to with your problems or wrote you up if you were in trouble, but I was a cool RA and would be happy to regale stories of that at another time) and that night we had a meeting with all the RAs in the. Holding with our boss who I wasn’t super fond of and I just laid on her living room floor and made snarky comments for the whole hour…because I was high as fuck. And so one of the other RAs was and still is one of my best friends in the entire world. So once the meeting wraps up, our boss tells her to take me to my room before anyone sees me. (Which was only semi successful as there was I girl I was super into and my gay ass ran into on the walk to my room and I tried to hit on her, long story short, she brought me soup the next day) so anyways my best friend takes me to my room but has to then go sit on desk duty, but I when I get sick I catch ‘man colds’ so I didn’t want to be left alone. So she had to go and her solution was to turn my tv on and flip through the channels and find something to amuse me. Now here I need to note, I was still one foot in the closet one foot out and only my best friends and a handful of other people knew I was into girls at this point. Also, I had never heard of Lost Girl. Well she is flipping through the channels and stops on SyFy because I’m into that stuff and it just so happens that Lost Girl was on, specifically the episode in the second season where Bo and Lauren are having really hot passionate sex. Now, up until this point the hottest girl on girl tv scene I have seen is Lexie walking in on Callie and Arizona in the shower. It was before gay marriage was legal after all. So anyways, that one episode of Lost Girl when I was super high got me hooked and he next week all I did was watch this show online. So as many of you know, Emily Andras was a Lost Girl writer for a while and Wynonna Earp is her baby. And I would love a WayHaught sex scene, because I know it will be done right. I also want it, because somewhere, there might be a 19 year old girl, in here dorm room, in maybe North Dakota, who is trying to come out of the closet. And maybe that girl will be flipping through the channels and land on SyFy and Wynonna Earp will be on. And maybe there will be a WayHaught sex scene in the episode she lands on. And maybe just maybe like me, it will help her is more ways than she knows how to express. I hope that answers your question.



News of your disappearance spread like wildfire, your parents didn’t know how to react, they didn’t know how to tell those back at home that you were now missing. But they weren’t the ones to spread the news, sadly the news spread quicker than expected. Headlines blew up the United States, “Young Girl Missing in Europe.”

There was only a picture of the girl, and a small story. Peter had soon read the story, his new friend, Ned, showing him the headline. “That’s-s Y/N… “

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ned quickly handed his phone back to his mom, “do you think they’ll find her?”

“She promised she would be home on August 13.” Peter had been broken from the news he received, he didn’t want to talk about the fact that his best friend was now missing. “Hey Pete, I just heard the news, I’m sorry honey.”

Peter didn’t react, he only sat there, looking at the purple popsicle that sat on his bedside desk. “She’ll come back.”

Aunt May wanted to hug her little nephew but all she did was sit down next to him, putting her arm around his shoulder.

3 months had soon passed, it was now 3 days into the school year, Peter knew you weren’t coming home. Her parents came home from Europe, and Peter wanted to run over to see if his best friend was there, but she wasn’t.

Peter turned to the table, sitting down and now doing his homework, a knock came on the door, May stood up from the sofa, pulling the door open to see Y/N’s mom standing there, a red cup of popsicle sticks in her hands, her cheeks stained red.

“Y/N would want Peter to have these.” Peter stood up, walking towards the door, watching as Y/N’s mom handed him the cup, it was full of the multiple popsicle sticks, each one a different color or some have the same. “Oh.. um.. Thank you..”

She wiped away a tear from her cheek, and turned to look at May, she gave her a hug, and walked out of the room. Peter set the cup on the table, looking at the facts he had given to his best friend, each one better than the last but it was undeniable that his favorite was either about the turtles or that coca cola was originally green.

“Time for school, Peter.” Aunt May placed her hand on Peter’s shoulder and they both prepared to leave for school.



“Time for school, Peter.” Peter nodded, following Aunt May out of the apartment, your mom sat there, reading the mail in her hand. “Good Morning May.”

“Morning, how are you today?” She smiled and put the mail down on her side, “I’m good, almost done packing.”

Ever since Y/N disappeared everything changed in your family, your parents started to fight, blaming each other for you going missing, but they eventually split up, and now your mother is moving out of the apartment. Peter wanted to help every opportunity he got, he would sometimes help her take out the trash or bring her for lunch.

Peter looked down at his phone, today was August 13,more than 3 years since you went missing. “Peter, you gonna come and see me at the new house?”

Peter snapped back into attention, “oh, yah, uh of course.”

“You guys better get going. I’ll have to invite you over some time soon for a housewarming party.” A smile traveled onto her face as she pulled the apartment door open. Peter nodded in agreement and followed Aunt May downstairs as they prepared to leave for school.

“It’s gonna be your first day of school!!! You ready to be back?” Aunt May was more excited that Peter got to get out of the house, and she got to be alone.

They walked out to the car, Peter got in the side and waited for Aunt May to start to drive him, once she was in, she started the car, pulling out of the small parking garage and into the crowded road. “I’ll see you when you get back home, just take the trolley, yeah?”

Peter nodded and jumped out of the car and walked up to the school. He saw his best friend Ned, standing there fiddling with a hat on his head. “Calm down Ned, you look fine.” A smile traveled to the young man’s face, “let’s make this year good.”

“It’ll be great.” Peter’s eyes traveled to see Liz walking into the school, her best friend Michelle at her side, they were giggling along as they walked into the school. Liz looked towards Peter, she moved her hair behind her ear, smiling at him.

“It’s going to be the best year yet.”


Black Widow had control on the large rover, Hawk Eye shooting arrows from the back, they sped through the snowy woods, the same rover following behind them with the enemy in it. One of the enemies came flying up from the side, almost in an Iron Man suit, but instead he only had a jetpack on his shoulders.

Black Widow reacted quickly, pulling the door open and kicking the man in the chest, causing him to fly back in the air. Iron Man came across the front, hitting someone off the rover, and soon Hawk Eye had to do the same, kicking someone off the back of the car. The car drove up to them, Hawk Eye couldn’t react in time, they started to fire an alien gun at the car, Black Widow swerved the car, confused on what was happening.

“Get it under control!” Thor was soon in on the action, jumping on the other car ad destroying the large gun on the top of the car, with his large hammer he soon hit the person in the driver seat, causing them to swerve.

Thor jumped off the car, landing on a watch tower and fighting 4 people. Iron man was doing the same, but circling the area around the car, Captain let out a scream from the back of the car, his motorcycle coming to the side of car.

Cap passed the car and joined Thor on the front lines, grabbing people and dragging them by the car. He soon through him at another one of his comrades, and his shield was thrown at a small base, causing a small explosion. He grabbed his shield from the ground, following behind Thor as he hit his hammer on the end of a vehicle causing it to flying upwards in a explosion.

Black Widow followed closely behind, Hawk eye still firing arrows into the enemy sidelines. Hulk let out a scream from the side as he picked up a vehicle, throwing it into another vehicle. They jumped over a large barrier, causing the avengers to now run into the forest without the car. Tony running ahead, scoping the area for other enemies.
He flew up in the air, looking at a large building plastered to the mountain, he started to locate a weak point where they could enter. He hit the side of the building causing him to bounce off as a blue holographic shield appeared. “SHIT!”

“Hey! Language.” Cap yelled on the other end of the line as he drove into the deep woods. “Jarvis what’s the view from upstairs.”

Jarvis focused on the building, looking at it from a space shuttle, “the central building is protected by somme kind of energy shield.”

The Avengers sighed as they watched Strucker’s men charge at them, “Strucker’s technology is well beyond any hydra base we’ve taken.” Thor started to fight a few of the enemies, “Loki’s scepter must be here. Strucker couldn’t mount this defense without low loss.”

The enemies behind Thor soon disappeared, he caught his hammer and waited to approach more people. The alien guns started to fire at the Avengers, Black widow threw a grenade towards the car of people, they flew up into the air, screams coming from all of them.

“Long last is lasting a little long boys.” Black Widow stated as she looked at the situation around her, Hawk Eye joined her, firing an arrow into a tank, killing the main shooter, “think we lost the element of surprise.”

“Wait a second, no one else is gonna deal with the fact that Cap just said language.” Tony stated from atop the building, “i know..”

Cap let a smirk come onto his face as he drove into the oncoming traffic, he jumped off his bike, throwing it forwards a car that was charging towards him. “Just slipped out..”

“Sir. The city is taking fire” Jarvis spoke lightly, “Well, we know Strucker’s nothing to worry about civilian casualties. Send in the Iron Legion.”

“Sir. There is a enemy causing mass amounts of energy.” Tony acknowledged Jarvis’ comment, “send in Scarlet Witch.”

“Already on it Stark.” Scarlet Witch approached from the side, circling the supernatural energy. She looked closely, it appeared to be a girl, her hair moving in the vicious winds she was creating, eyes glowing a bright blue as she stood in shock.

Her eyes traveled to see Scarlet Witch, she stood and watched the girl. The young girl’s hand flew up, a vehicle now flying towards Scarlet, she ducked quickly, landing in the melting snow. “Stark, she is like me.”

“Hawk go help her.” Tony kept circling for a vulnerable way into the building, but he was still stuck, “wait. She might be the one we are here for.”

Scarlet stood up, looking at the girl once more, her eyes still glowing. “I dont think she knows of her actions.”

“What do you mean?” Cap spoke lighlty, heading towards Scarlet Witch, “I didn’t exactly know what I was doinng. There is no sure way to find out what side is good and what side is bad if you’ve only fought for one.”

“Jarvis measure her vitals.” Jarvis did as Tony said, measuring the young girls vitals, “sir, she appears to have an immense amount of electric voltage coming from her neck.”

Tony flew back towards the radioactive currents, “is it running on a certain time schedule? Shocking at certain intervals.”

Jarvis focused in on the girl’s neck, there were no steady shocks for a certain amount of time, as the girl resisted attack someone, a generated shock was sent through her body. “It appears that when she resists attacking, the shocks are generated.”

“Get the collar off of her Scarlet.” Scarlet looked at the thick lined collar on the girl’s neck, “how am I supposed to do that?”

Jarvis spoke lightly, “there is a vulnerable point at the back of her neck?”

Scarlet Witch reacted quickly, but the young girl was quicker, she looked at the girl and lifted both of her hands up, causing Scarlet to fly in the air. She let out a scream as a swirl of wind started around her. It started slow but it moved faster, the tornado grew in size, ripping the trees from the ground, picking up the white snow fom the ground.

A scream escaped the tornado of whirlwind, panic reacting in Scarlet as she didn’t understand the emmence power coming from the girl. “Jarvis. Identify who she is.”

“On it sir.”

The tornado started to move, picking up a vechile with it, the girl was in a panic, her eyes turned back to their regular color. She looked into the tornado, almost as if she was looking for something, she reached her hand into the whirlpool of wind, her hand latched onto Scarlet’s as she tried to pull her out.

Scarlet looked at her with twrror on her face, her heart racing outside of her chest, “you are okay-y.” She spoke with a cracked voice, “I’m gonna help you out.”

The girl had a reassuring smile on her face, trying to comfort her as she reached for her other hand.. But a loud buzzing came from the collar on her neck, sending a current through her, her eyes shot back to the blue color.

“No.. No..” Scarlet spoke as the girl let go of her once more, throwing her into the swirl of wind and snow. In a moment, everything stopped, the earth slowed down, the tornado disappeared, causing Scarlet to fall from an unbelieveable hieght, Tony catching her.

Behind the girl stood Cap, the collar in his right hand, her eyes slowly fading to their previous color, she started to fall backwards, soon being caught by Cap, “I got you, I got you.”

Tony set Scarlet down, all of them soon staring at the girl, each one of them shocked. “I’ve identified her.”

“Who is this girl?” Cap looked up at Tony as Jarvis displayed a file of the girl on Tony’s screen, “her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She went missing from London around 3 years ago.”

“Where is she from?” Cap stated as she stared at the girl, hoping he could soon return her to her proper home. The young girl stirred a little, her eyes slowly coming open as she mumbled a word, “Queens.”

Who is ready for a reunion in part 3????

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Creepypasta #1204: The Clouds Over Fairfield Elementary

Length: Short

The view looks peaceful enough from my office window. Ignoring the low-hanging gray clouds filled with hidden nightmares, I try to imagine it’s just a normal rainy day. The only inconvenience facing Fairfield Elementary is the students will have to stay inside for recess. I imagine the bell ringing at 3:15, and the kids spilling through the doors, and the sun returning tomorrow.

But none of that will happen. No, everyone currently inside this building will remain here. Kindergarten through sixth grade, including teachers and assorted staff. All of us safe but trapped, stuck in a fortress of white cinder blocks and linoleum.

Tapping an unlit cigarette on the armrest of my chair, I stare across the street at a row of modest houses. I bet I could find more cigarettes over there, but even if I could make it, I doubt I’d like what else I found. Those houses went dark weeks ago. I’d probably be dead by now too, if I’d been at home when the emergency news bulletins started.

“The gray clouds have covered the world,” they said. “Anyone caught in the open is being killed. Remain indoors or seek shelter immediately. We have reports of cars being ripped open like tin cans, so we must advise against using vehicles.”

Then came static. The radios, televisions, and phones have been silent ever since.

At home, I had never looked in my pantry and calculated how long the food would last if I couldn’t leave. Who keeps enough for a siege? Luckily, the school had more stocks, but rationing only went so far. Once we began running low, it was Mr. Bartley, the janitor, who volunteered to run across the street to forage.

“I’ll make it,” he said. “It’s only the length of a football field.”

I was his boss, not his commanding officer. So over my objections, he went.

He’d gone twenty feet when a snake-like shape uncoiled from the clouds. It swayed for a moment as its lowest segment hardened into a spear, then it shot straight down, skewering Bartley from the top of his head to his groin before yanking him into clouds.

I’m still shuddering at the memory when I hear a soft knock on my door. As smoothly as I can, I hide my cigarette while turning to stand up.

“H-hello?” says Abby Harrison. “Ms. Dobbs said it was our class’s turn to volunteer.”

Like most kids, Abby probably equates being in the principal’s office with being in trouble, so I give the quaking girl a big, friendly smile.

“Come in, Abby! Yes, we need your help.”

“You do?”

“Well, me and Ms. Randall.”

“Oh,” she says, brightening. “The lunch lady? Are we going to eat today?”

I step around the desk to give her a pat on the head, and my smile doesn’t falter until my hand moves down to her tiny, fragile neck.

“Yes,” I tell her. “I’m afraid we are.”

Credits to: IPostAtMidnight (story)

Bedtime story.

Fun fact. Semi-based on real events. 

Team RWBY had a lot of books. Whether they were Ruby and Yang’s comics, or Weiss and Blake’s novels (or Blake’s ‘Novels’), the shelves were usually stocked to the breaking point with pages. So it should have really come as no surprise when Ruby found the Belgariad. 

Weiss pushed open the door, emotionally exhausted. Sitting through one of Port’s ‘lectures’ was always draining. As her eyes swept the room, they hooked on Ruby (Sitting on her bed. Of course [Well technically now it was their bed but you’d sooner see Juane fly then get her to admit it.]) with a book in her lap, engrossed in the pages. A very familiar book. 
“Ruby! Is that my book!”
Ruby started with an “Eep!” and quickly slammed the cover back. “Uuuhhh…No?” 
Weiss sighed and walked over. “The Belgariad.” she said, sitting down next to Ruby on her (their) bed. “Good choice, but you’re not doing it right.”
“Weiss, I know I’m not always the best at book smarts, but I know how to read.”
“I know that you dolt!” Weiss snapped, before calming down. “The Belgariad is not a book you read. It is a book that is read to you.” 
“Yes. My…my mother used to read it to me and Winter every night before bed.” Weiss said, remembering the nights fondly. 
When she looked up at Ruby, the girl had that damn look in her eyes. The one Weiss couldn’t deny. 
“Ok. Fine.”
“Woohoo!” Ruby cheered, handing the book to Weiss and laying back.

“…and that’s how I beat a Beowolf with just my teeth!” 
Blake giggled at the blatant lie/story. “Oh really?” 
“Of course!” Yang exclaimed arriving at their door. Opening it, she was greeted by the sight of Weiss sitting in her desk chair, book in her lap, Ruby tucked into their bed, looking ecstatic. 
For a second, the two pairs of grown-ass-women just stared at each other. 
“Oh Hell no! No one reads bedtime stories to my little sister but me!”
“Yang, come on! It’s her book! And she’s really good at it! She even does the voices!”
“Babe, chill. Let’s give her a shot.”
Blake laying her hand on Yang’s arm had an immediate effect. Although still grumpy, Yang sat down at her desk and said “Fine. But if I disapprove, then we’re gonna have a talk.”

Damn Weiss and her singer’s voice. 

Juane knocked at the door and waited. 
“Why are we doing this again?” Ren asked while rubbing circles into a tired Nora’s back. Pyrrha laid her head on Juane’s shoulder, eyes closed, possibly sleeping. 
“Because every night, team RWBY rushes back here like they’re being chased by Nevermores. I want to know why.” Jaune replied with determination in his voice that surprised his teammates. Maybe being a team leader was doing him some good. 
When the door opened, team JNPR was not expecting to see team RWBY dressed in their pajamas, sitting in a circle (or at least he assumed was a circle, as Yang had answered the door) around Weiss, who had a book in her lap. 
The grown-ass-adults stared at each other. 
“Well that was not what I was expecting.” Nora said, fully awake. 
A beat.
“Ooh! Ooh ooh ooh!” Ruby noise-d, drawing the gaze of the other seven people in proximity. She had a look on her face. 
A look Weiss could read like a book.
“No way!” 

“Come on, no!”

“We’d have to start the whole first book over again!”
Credit where it was due, Weiss resisted seven simultaneous puppy-dog-eyes for longer than anyone else ever had. 

Coco led the way down the hall, Velvet under one arm. 
“…and that’s how I beat the Deathstalker with only my shades!” 
“Naturally.” Velvet replied, shaking her head and grinning. Yatsuhashi and Fox followed, giving the pair space. 
As they walked, Velvet slowed down, listening.
“I..I hear something.” She said, picking up the pace.
Pushing open one of the doors that was surely meant to be closed, but wasn’t, she saw seven people seated in a circle, in their bedclothes, around an eighth person. 
Guess what the grown-ass-adults did. 
Weiss sighed, and said “Just get in here.”

And so it came to be that Weiss was reading a bedtime story to 50+ people. Getting them all in the room was a challenge, but Sun usually hung from his tail outside the window. And Neptune usually hung from Sun. Unwillingly, but still. It was a real shocker when Professor Goodwitch and Headmaster Ozpin showed up to listen. It was also a shocker that so many people could sit through the same intro over and over again. 
“It’s your voice.” Ruby replied one night when Weiss voiced her thoughts to her girlfriend after storytime. 
“It’s gorgeous.”
Weiss was glad the darkness in the room hid her blush.  

Wow i can't come up with titles hAH

“Hey Lance, it’s Keith. Today has been nice. I taught the kids about different writing tools, and in doing so I may or may not have accidentally brought you up. A young girl named Jessica thought you had a nice name, and wanted me to tell her everything about you or else she wouldn’t do her work. She pretty much had me telling the entire class our life story. She wanted to know how we met, if we had any pets, if we were married, if the picture on my desk was you, and a bunch of other random stuff. She asked if they could ever see you, and I really want them to. So do you think you could wake up soon?”


modern au where Keith is a teacher and Lance is in a coma, so keith goes to see him every day and tells him about his day, knowing he isn’t listening. also i got the idea listening to the song “Jessica” by Regina Spektor

Love at first sight//Jughead Jones

Request: Can you do prompts 68 & 69 ? With jughead x reader 😭❤️pls pls
68.“You know we’re supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”
69.“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

Words: 1105

Warnings: I dunno, I don’t think any lmao

A/n: I’ve been suffering a little bit of writers block so srry if it’s noticeable lol

Jughead Jones is not a forward person. He usually won’t tell what he’s thinking, feeling, or anything related.

So every time Jughead flirts with you, you’re quite taken aback.

Like now, for instance.

“Jughead, I have something for the paper. Want me to email it to you?” You ask him politely as he stands next to his locker.

“What, can’t keep yourself together around me?” He smirks and leans against the locker.

“No, just thought it’d be less time consuming,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll email it.”

However, what you don’t see, is the defeated look on his face every time you walk away.

You could admit, sure, you had a crush on the boy. But it was nothing to act on.

At least that’s what you thought.

*after school*

You make your way to the Blue and Gold, walking in only to find Jughead and Betty Cooper in a heated argument. It stops when you enter.

“Uh, I can come back later-”

“That won’t be necessary,” Betty snaps. “I was just leaving.”

You see Jughead roll his eyes as Betty gathers her things, exiting the room.

“Alright, well I have a few stories to write about,” you walk over to the desk, taking a seat. Jughead remains in his spot, staying silent.

“Jughead? Are you alright?” You mutter after another minute or so of silence.

He turns to face you,“You know what? There is. I have a perfectly wonderful girl who likes me a lot, and I don’t even glance at her because I’m pining after someone who doesn’t even want me.”

You’re taken aback by this, surely he couldn’t be this upset about your previous rejections. You don’t say anything and he continues.

“I mean, it’s not my fault that Betty keeps falling for boys that don’t want her, but that’s besides the point.” He’s pacing around the room now, and the tension has gone from a 2 to a 10.

“Jughead, what is going on?” You question, your voice raising a little bit.

“What is going on, Y/n, is that you know we’re supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do,” he walks up to the desk, placing his hands on it and leaning in close to your face. “Or maybe you don’t.”

He sighs,“I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n,” before you can even get a word out, he’s gone, leaving you feeling confused and maybe even a little disappointed.


Later that night, you lay awake in bed, Jughead’s words repeating over and over again in your head.

Was it from the first time you saw each other? You were so young, how could he possibly know that you were meant to be together then?

*f l a s h b a c k*

You had just moved to the small town of Riverdale, thanks to your father losing his job. Your family resorted to moving back to the small town they started in.

It was the middle of the school year, and 10 year old y/n sorely missed her friends. Though, she was hoping to make some new ones.

On the Saturday that the L/n family moved back to Riverdale, y/n’s mother decided that it would be best if the 10 year old was just out of the way while moving all of the boxes in, and sent her to the park down the street.

Upon arrival, y/n was extremely nervous. Would the other kids like her? Will they accept her? Will there even be other kids?

To your delight, there was one child swinging on the swing set. You decided that it was better to try and make a friend, even if he rejects you, than to not try at all.

So you puff in your chest a little, clench your small fists and, bravely, walk up to the boy on the swings.

“Hi, my names Y/n, I just moved here, and I want to be your friend!” You declare.

The boy looks up at you, and your heart starts beating. Will he like you? Did you come on too strong? Oh no.

He just sends you a goofy smile,“We can be friends. My name is Jughead.”

You widen your eyes,“Is it really?”

The boy frowns,“Why? You don’t like it?”

“No! I love it!” You say with a giggle.

His smile returns,“Then come swing with me!”

You happily oblige, taking the swing next to Jughead.


The next day at school, you were honestly nervous to run into Jughead. Somehow he knew about your small crush on him. He did, right? He wouldn’t just basically proclaim his love if he didn’t know your feelings about him… Right?

Knowing you have to pass Jughead’s locker in order to get to yours, you stay on the other side of the hallway.

Your plan, however, is completely useless because when our spot your locker, the one and only Jughead is leaning up against it.

You take a deep breath, almost feeling like you were 10 again.

You walk up to your locker and Jughead stays silent. Was he expecting you to say something?

You roll your eyes a little, of course he was.

“Those things you said yesterday … Did you really mean them?” You ask, your heart about to burst out of your chest.

You see his annoyed features soften, and he stops leaning against your locker and stands up completely,“Are you kidding me, y/n? Of course I meant them. I wouldn’t have rejected Betty if I didn’t.”

You feel your cheeks heat up,“Oh.” You look at the ground sheepishly, your feet shuffling.

“Y/n,” Jughead states.

You look up at him,“Yeah?”

“I’m going to do something. Tell me to stop if it’s too much,” he raises his hands to your face, placing each of them on your cheeks. He starts to lean in, and before you know it, his lips are on yours.

You’re shocked for a few seconds before reacting, kissing him back softly. You both eventually run out of breath, having to pull away.

Jughead just sends you that same goofy smile, dropping his hands to grab yours,“Is this the right time to say ‘I told you so’?”

“Shut up, Jones,” you roll your eyes, smiling at him.

“Hey, get a room weirdos!” You hear some random kid going down the hallway (probably Reggie, to be honest) yell at you.

Little did you two know, that was definitely not the last time you would be hearing those exact same words.

anonymous asked:

Is there a reason you're naked in my bed logyn

I made it a college AU, but as I’ve never actually been to college/university you’ll have to forgive any errors I’ve made. Sorry.

Just Right

Loki woke with a jolt as a heavy book was dropped by his head. He flailed about for a few moments before getting his bearings.

“What time is it?” he asked the librarian groggily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Almost 4am, and you’ve been asleep since three,” the librarian replied tersely, eyeing the drool and empty energy drink cans in distaste. “I think you’re done for the night.”

“No,” Loki muttered, flicking through the books covering the table as he tried to remember where he was up to. “I still need to edit my conclusion and review chapter seven and…”

“You’re done,” the librarian repeated firmly, pulling the library books out of his hands. “Go get some sleep. No doubt you’ve got classes in a few hours.”

Loki’s shoulders slumped in defeat but the librarian didn’t move or stop glaring at him until he started packing up his things. Loki swept his own books into his bag, taking slightly more care with his laptop, and stumbled out of the library. His first class wasn’t until 11am, he realised as he made his way across the quad to his dorm, which meant he could sleep until six, seven at the latest, and then get back to it.

He struggled with the lock on his door until he turned the handle and it opened. Were he remotely capable of cognitive function it would have given him pause, but as it was he simply closed the door behind him, dropped his bag, stripped off his outer layers as he crossed the room to plug in his phone, and then collapsed onto his bed. And he would have been asleep the moment his head hit the pillow if it weren’t for the screaming.

“What the hell!” a female voice shrieked as her flailing limbs shoved Loki off his own bed. He got to his feet on his second try and turned on the light. The voice belonged to a girl with some rather epic bed hair, somewhat familiar to his groggy mind, who was currently covering her modesty with a dark green sheet.

Loki blinked. Slowly.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” Loki asked once the girl had calmed down and his brain kicked into gear.

“Ummm…” the girl cringed, tightening her grasp on the sheet. “So, funny story.”

“I’ll bet,” Loki mumbled, slumping into his desk chair.

“I live across the hall, and I had gone to take a shower, but when I came back I found that my roommate had locked me out so she could have some quality time with her boyfriend.”


“And your door was open, so I kind of… helped myself?” the girl cringed.

“Can you go back to your own room now?”

“I tried knocking after an hour or so but she’s ignoring me,” the girl huffed irritably.

Loki groaned into his hands, trying to think of a solution but couldn’t get passed how tired he was. He glanced about his room and picked up a reasonably clean longline shirt off his floor.

“Here, Goldilocks. Put that on,” Loki instructed, spinning so his back was to her. “You decent?” he asked when the shuffling stopped.

“Yep,” the voice replied, sounding more chipper than Loki could deal with right now.

“Okay, so here’s the thing… I’m not going to kick you out, but there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping on the floor on my own goddamn room,” Loki advised, even though he knew he could probably sleep standing upright at this point. “So, you can either take the floor or you can share with me. Your choice,” he said, not waiting for an answer before lying down on the edge twin bed.

“It’s Sigyn.”


“My name’s not Goldilocks. It’s Sigyn.”

“Whatever you say, Goldilocks,” Loki smiled into his pillow, which smelt faintly of vanilla and lavender.

The next time Loki woke it was to an incessant beeping, which was only slightly preferably to the loud thud of a book being dropped onto a wooden table.

“What time is it?” a groggy voice in his ear asked.

“Goldilocks?” Loki murmured as their earlier encounter came back to him.

“Sigyn,” the girl corrected with a grumble, burrowing her face against his chest as she tried in vain to reach across him for his phone. “Make it stop,” she whined.

“Alright, alright,” Loki smirked, tentatively placing one arm around her bared shoulders as the other reached for his phone. He went to reset the alarm for 8am but one look at his sleeping companion and he pushed it back to nine. Loki froze as she sighed dreamily against him, her body curling around his.

“Ten forty-five it is,” Loki mumbled happily to himself, forgetting about tests and essay deadlines in favour of the strange and enchanting woman in his arms.

Either/Or: Green Lantern 3

Exactly two months after the reporter walked into Lena Luthor’s office, the launch of her cover of CatCo magazine became the focal point of National City, before even one word of the article was read by a living soul. The entire club was filled with curious people, ready to welcome the newest, returning heir to the largest fortune in the country. Mysterious and still shy of the spotlight, the younger sister of Lex Luthor was the star of the night.

Or she would be, when she arrived.

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#SketchHunters Day 19 - Fanfic

I came up to AU Kitty being paired up at school… Also I wrote some of it. I can continue if you like it.

Friendly reminder english is not my first language

               Please don’t say pair up. Kit thought.

               “You will have to pair up to this project” The English teacher, Ms. Wrayburn said aloud for the class, that immediately started a commotion. Kit tried to sink in his chair. “But I’ll do the pairing, keep your hopes low.” The class made a unison and sad “aw”.

               Damn it.

               The teacher proceeded to read names on a list. Seems like she had all the pairs ready. Kit couldn’t be less excited to know his project mate.

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Monsters Pt. 2

Originally posted by summercomewinterfades

“What are you girls doing up?” Tommy asked stunned as he walked in late from a tiring night at work, finding all three of you sat around the table. Lillian and Madeline sat in their seats trying to look innocent, which seemed to be working, their little eyes glued to their dangling feet and their little, delicate lips turned downwards.

“Why don’t you ask them?” You said, shaking your head as you looked at them. It pained you to do this but when you found them earlier in the night the pain had been worse, coursing through your body and making your heart stop. After kissing you on the head he pulled a chair out and sat next to you, trying to get the girls to look at him.

“Lillian…Madeline,” he started in a stern voice that made them cower back in fear just a little, “what’s Mama talking about?”

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I'm Sorry Part 3 (Siren x Idle)

Bullies. Ugh. I HATE THEIR GUTS!!

I am having my biggest writer’s block ever. I don’t even know how to continue my stories. Plus,  I also am having an art block. I don’t know what to draw. So please forgive me if you waited for so long. I am Sorry.

Also, Warning:
Neck-licking, bullying, hinted nsfw, blood and gore. So I will warn you where it will start in the story. If any of those trigger you, you can skip those parts.

Fika was carrying her green bag as she went to Idle’s house to accompany him to school. She’s not gonna break her promise and she’s not planning on breaking it anytime soon. But on her way there, she felt like she was being followed. She looks at her back occasionally but she doesn’t see anyone there.

Soon she reached there. She hopes that she at least look decent with her green dress that goes to her knees. She pressed the door bell. Idle noticed this and said goodbye to his (roommate(?), parents(?) Idk).

“Hey Miss Fika!” Idle said as he ran to her with a smile.

“Idle, we’re the same age. No need to be so formal. Just…. It’s just Fika, ok?” Fika chuckled as smiled warmly.

“Oh… Ok… M- I mean Fika! Wow, that sound weird.” Fika giggled at that.

“You’ll get accustomed to say it soon enough.” So the two made their way to the school. As Fika constantly watching out for any danger, she kept Idle close to her… By clinging on his arm….

The thing is, Idle is taller than Fika. And Fika never noticed this before. How come she never noticed this before??

This made Idle look at her in confusion. Fika was blushing, covering her mouth ang looking to her side.

“Fika? Are you sick?” Idle asked her.

“Y-yeah… Just… Been thinking a lot of things…” Fika said as she removed her hand and showed him her smile.

“Ok… Are you sure?” Idle just wants to check just in case.

“Yeah… I’m very sure!” Fika assured him.

“By any chance, Fika….” Idle trailed off. How will he ask her without offending her?

“Hmm?” Fika waited for Idle’s question.

“Do you like Siren?” This stopped Fika in her tracks. She processed the question before her face was engulfed in blush.

“I knew it.” Idle said smirkingly.

“Wha- why- how- HOW DID YOU KNOW?!” Fika said to him.

Idle just chuckled. “It was obvious at the way you look at him.” Fika bowed her head.

“You say that as if YOU aren’t so head over heels for him.” Now it was Idle’s turn to blush pink.

“So that makes us rivals, then?” Idle questioned.

“If we were then I would lose. Siren does have a thing for you.” Idle is stunned at that.

“You’re lying. Right?” Fika shook her head.

“Nnnope. 100% truth.” They laughed more and talked more until they have reached the school gate.

They entered their classroom to be greeted by Colonna, Xahji, and more of their classmates.

“Hey Idle! You’re early today!” Colonna said as Idle sat at his desk.

“Yeah, I decided to be early today. I kinda need to take care of things…” Idle said, his voice squeeking a little.

“Things, huh? What kind of things?” Xahji asked, leaning on Idle’s desk.

“Like a new story! It’s about a girl who has a crush on a boy that hated her at the start but they got along on the way!” (Sounds familiar, hmm?;D) Idle said, seemingly turning green.

“Isn’t that interesting. Your stories are so awesome, Idle!” Colonna praised him. Idle, being the humble one, turned more green at this.

“Thanks, Colonna.” Idle thanked her for the praise.

Meanwhile, Fika kept a close eye on Idle. She knows that those girls are his friends and all but…. She isn’t sure about it. Something seems…. Off about them. Or that was just her conciousness bring too worried.

She better make sure. She stood up and made her way to Idle. “Idle!”

Idle heard her and looked at her.“ Oh, hey Fika! What’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you’re free this lunch? I wanna talk to you about something. In private.~” she had her half-lidded eyes with her confident smile. Or smirk.

Idle turned dark blue at this. ‘Is she flirting with me?’ Idle thought.  He doesn’t know how to respond. “Uh… S-sure….”

“Good! See you behind the school!” She cheerfully said as she went back to her seat which is just behind Idle’s seatmate.

“Ooh, what could she possible want to talk to you about?” Colonna said, raising an eye brow.

“I-I don’t actually know myself.” Idle stuttered. He has no clue himself.

“By the way, where’s Siren?” Xahji question. Now that Idle noticed, Siren wasn’t in the classroom. Does Siren not want to see him? Idle turned yellow at that thought.

“Hey now, did something happen?” Colonna asked.

“We kinda got into a fight…. He might be angry at me.” Idle said, sadness in his voice.

“What about?” Xahji asked him.

“You don’t need to know.” Fika said suddenly behind them.

Then, as if on time, Siren entered the room and sat infront of Fika. He requested that Idle would be seated next to him so his seat is next to Idle.

He muttered a ‘Good morning’ and seemed to look outside the window.

Idle looked down at his desk and didn’t say anything until the class started.

During art class, Xahji, Idle and Colonna sat in a circle as they worked together to make cards. Two for each of them. Mr Ink said to make Christmas cards for a friend or relative outside the school and someone else in the classroom. Idle tried to help as much as he can but he is hurt everytime he moves. The crack on his soul looks like it’s growing and he feels it.

Fika called Xahji to ask for help. “Xahji, can you help me with this? I’m kinda confused.” Fika shouted from the front side of the room.

“Ok! I’ll be right there!” Xahji stood up and made her way to Fika. They were working on the floor so she did her best to not step on any projects.

“So Idle….” Colonna said, her voice a whisper.


“What exactly happened with you and Siren?” Idle stopped what he is doing.

“I…. Better not talk about it…..” He said.

“C'mon…. I’m your friend, right?” She really wanted to know.

“….” Idle just frowned and stayed silent.

“Ok…. I won’t push.” Colonna said rather disappointedly.

Xahji went back to them smiling. “Hey, I’m back! She wanted to know how to do an origami flower. What did I miss?”

“Oh, nothing much.” Colonna said, looking up to her friend.

Xahji felt the bad mood in their group so she decided to bring up a funny subject.

This at least made them laugh. It lightened up the mood of the group.

But their happiness won’t last.

~le time skip to lunch~

Idle left his project and books on his desk dince he will be back for them later. No one would destroy them, right?

Assuring that he already have his money, he quickly rushed to the back of the school. He doesn’t want Fika to keep waiting.

While he was running, Xahji and Snazzy was following him sneakily. They tried to be descrete as posible.

“Why are we doing this again?” Snazzy asked her.

“C'mon. Aren’t you curious to what Fika will tell Idle?” Xahji told him.

“I am.”

“Then just follow me!” She said rather irritatedly.

“Fiiiinnnee…..” Snazzy complained.

On the way, they saw Colonna and Siren chatting. Siren noticed them.

“Snazzy? Xahji? What are y-” Snazzy and Xahji covered Siren’s and Colonna’s mouth and pulled them behind the wall so Idle can’t see them.

Siren removed Snazzy’s hand and whisper-yelled. “What are you doing?!”

Xahji shushed him and pointed at Idle who exited through an emergency door.

“We’re following him.”


“Just cause!”

They followed Idle until he stopped.

“Fika!” Idle waved at him. This sent a pang in Siren’s soul.

“Idle! Glad you could make it.” They heard Fika say.

The 4 of them peeked behind a wall. Colonna sitting on the grassy ground, Xahji pressing her back at the wall, Siren crouching next to Colonna and Snazzy leaning on Siren.

They saw Fika starting to talk with Idle but they can’t hear it.

“What are they talking about? I can’t hear them.” Snazzy said.

“Well, neither do I.” Siren said.

Fika smiled at Idle and secretly glancing to the side. She knows that someone followed Idle on his way here. She must tell him quietly. And the only way she could do that is to whisper it in his ear.

“Idle, I have to see your soul.” She said.

Idle turned yellow in fear. “Why?”

“We have to make sure. I don’t want to see you dust here. Plus….” She pinned him to the wall. This made Siren very angry. Colonna and Xahji watched with interest as Snazzy doesn’t give a damn.

“Uh… F-Fika?” Idle stuttered.

“Don’t look now, but someone is watching us.” Idle widened his eyes.


“You don’t need to know.” Fika said. “My priority is to see if the cracks got worse. Please. Idle. I don’t want to break my promise to you.” Idle hesitated but nodded anyways..

Slowly but carefully, Fika reached for Idle’s soul under his shirt. She carefully took it out.

Idle shivered as soon as the contact happened. It felt foreign. It felt new.

It felt good.

“Idle…” Fika said sadly. “Your cracks got worse.”

The four stalkers saw Fika pull out Idle’s soul. This almost made Colonna scream. Good thing that Siren covered her mouth tightly.

A little too tightly.

Colonna noticed this and gripped Siren’s wrist. She looked at Siren with pleading eyes that is saying 'please let me go’.

He did and stood up. The last thing he wants to see is Idle and Fika having sex behind school.

“Siren, wait!” Colonna said loudly. They saw Fika putting back Idle’s soul and looks alert.

Snazzy cursed under his breath. He carried Xahji bridal style and ran for it. Xahji just held onto him, blushing.

“We better get back to class. It’s almost time.”
Fika said to a blushing Idle.

“O-ok….” As they went to class.

“I told you so, Siren. She is a menace.” An all too familiar voice said to Siren.

“Ash, will you please shut up?” Ash just chuckled.

“Just kill her. That would make him yours.” Ash suggested.

“No! I will not kill someone!” Siren shouted to nothingness.

“Suit yourself. But remember, claim him befor anyone else does.”

“Siren?” Colonna’s voice startled Siren. “Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, nothing. Just…. You’re hearing things.” Siren said as she walked right past her.

“Oh…. Ok….” Colonna said sadly.

When Fika and Idle reached the classroom, Idle quickly ran to his seat. But something’s wrong…

All of his things are either destroyed or messed up. There are different insults on his desk. His favourite notebook is shredded to pieces and his bag is disassembled.

This made Idle cry. Who would do this?

“Idle…. Your belongings….” Idle crouched on the floor and started to cry. He had enough. Why would anyone do this to him?! As usual, Fika was there by his side.

The class were empty when he left. He had no possible answer to who will do such things.

When their classmates arrived individually or by group, they all saw Idle crying. They asked him why to try and comfort him but he let Fika answer for him. He is too depressed to answer.

Xhaji, Colonna and Siren entered the classroom last.

Siren saw the destroyed things of Idle. Siren’s blood just boiled at the sight. Why would anyone do this?! “Idle.” Siren said sternly.

“S-siren?” Idle said looking up at Siren.

“Will you come with me for a second?” He said, pulling Idle with him.

“I’m trusting the matters to you, Fika, Colonna, Xahji.” They left the classroom. Siren led Idle to the detention room. Idle has no Idea why. He just anxiously trailed behind Siren as he led him.

“Siren, why are we-”

“No questions.” Siren cut him off.

As they entered the detention room, Siren quickly locked the door. Idle wants to question why but he is scared of what Siren might do.

“Idle…. Do you have any enemies?” Siren asked.

“Not that I know about, no.”

“Do you know anyone who could possibly do that?”

“Probably… The bullies…?” Siren walked closer to Idle as Idle steps back. He’s completely backed on the wall.

“Look, Idle…. I’m sorry….. If I hurt you….” Siren looked at the side.

“Wha- I thought I hurt you!” Idle said, blushing yellow.

“No! You didn’t…. Idle…. You’re too humble for this…. I was just so worried that I got angry at those who cut you….. I’m sorry…” Siren leaned his head on Idle’s shoulders.

Idle fell silent at that. He should say sorry since he had been a burden to Siren. But he can’t. He doesn’t know how.

(The warnings start here)

“Idle?” Idle snapped out of his thoughts as Siren called him.

“Hmm?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Can I…. Claim you?” Siren asked him. Idle was stunne at this. What?!

“C-claim?!” Idle was definitely blushing pink. Why would Siren say that?!

“Uh… Y-yeah…. I really want you to be mine… I don’t want anyone else to own you. Not Xahji, not Colonna, not the bullies, not Fika.” Siren whispered possessively. Idle gulped at this. It’s all he ever wanted. That’s why he subconciously nodded.

Takin that as a yes, Siren kissed Idle’s neck. Idle stiffened and gripped Siren’s shirt. His blush darkened. This is exactly what he felt when Fika touched his soul.

Then Siren bit him. This surprised Idle. He unintentionally moaned as Siren bit him harder.

Idle was a panting mess. His mind is hazy from all the stimulation he is receiving. He can’t even see properly anymore. He is so pink from just Siren, his crush, kissing his neck. He was sure Siren had drawn blood.

Siren soon pulled away from Idle’s neck. He wants to do everything right here, right now. But he doesn’t want to do it in the school grounds.

He looked at Idle, completely pink and breathing unevenly. “You okay? I… I didn’t hurt you again, did I?”

“No… You hah… You d-didn’t…. Q-quite the opposite, actually….” Idle said. His neck hurts but it is sending him waves of pleasure. He doesn’t know why, though.

(The warning ends here)

“Good…” Siren kissed Idle’s skull as he stood away from Idle. He cleared his mind before realizing something. “Does this mean that I’m your boyfriend now?”

Idle didn’t quite expect that. He now knows that Siren also loves him, but being his boy friend? Idle doesn’t know how to respond.

“Well, yes, technically, we are kinda… Dating? I guess? Afterall, you claimed me.” Idle said.

“Great. Promise that you won’t cheat on me?” Siren said jokingly.

“I would never!” Idle said, blushing reddish-pink.

“Ok, ok. I was just joking..” Siren said before he kissed Idle on his teeth. Idle gladly kissed back.

“I love you, so so much, Idle.” Siren said.

“Love you, too.” Idle responded.

“What about Fika?” Siren asked Idle.

“What about her?” Idle said, confusion in his face.

“Isn’t she gonna get angry because you got a boy friend?”

“Why would she be angry?” Idle raised an eye brow. “Wait. Did you think that we were a thing?!”

Siren glanced at the side guiltily. “Yeah… I thought you liked her and she liked you.”

“Gosh, Siren. She has a thing for you! Not me!” Siren gaped.

“She did? Was I really that clueless?”

“Well duh, she has been hinting it everytime you go to the clinic.” Idle said, almost at the classroom.

“I am so dumb for not noticing sooner.”

“That’s fine. Just let her down easy.” Idle said.

When they entered, they saw Xahji, arms crossed on her chest and Fika, hands on her waist as they look down at 3 classmates of theirs. Colonna was crouching infront of said classmates.

“So… Why did you do it?” Colonna’s voice was scary. It was dangerously threatening.

“Sheesh. What’s happening?” The three girls looked at Idle and Siren.

“Oh, Idle! You’re back! It seems that we found the perpetrator of the crime.” Fika said rather angrily.

“They confessed that they did it after some 'interrogation’.” Xahji growled.

“Don’t worry, Idle. Your things will all be replaced and fixed by tomorrow. Right, boys?” Colonna was scary.

“Yes, Ma'am!” They said afraid.

“We still haven’t known why they did it, though.”

“S-somebody just ordered us!” The first one said.

“Yeah! She threatened to kill our families!” The another one said.

“And who might this girl be?” Siren asked. It was the same as Snazzy’s classmate. Also ordered to bully Idle.

“She just called us through a call! We don’t know!” The last one said.

“Destruction of property, vandalism and bullying. And I recognize you as those who have broken the rules multiple times already.” Siren said.

“Siren go easy on them. Please? They were forced to do it.” Idle’s face turned green. He had mercy for those who bullied him.

Siren thought for ainute. He can’t deny that cute look on Idle’s face. “You’re too kind for your own good.” Idle smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Your punishment will be suspention for two weeks. Cleaning duty for one week and replacement for all the things you destroyed. To be honest, those like you should be suspened. Be thankful that I’ve shown mercy.” Siren said.

“Thank you!” The three of them said.

The rest of the afternoon went great. Of course, Idle and Siren declared their relationship. Fika accepting their relationship even if it hurts for her and some laughs and more apologizing.
(Too lazy to write all of those things)

“Hey, Idle.” Colonna approached Idle.

“Hey, colly!” Idle said cheerfully.

“I just want to tell you congratulations on your relationship!” Colonna said while smiling.

“Thanks!” Colonna hugged him.

“Hope that you’ll be happy with him.” Idle hugged back.

“I already am happy.” Colonna pulled away.

“Don’t die on us now, ok?” Colonna said. She frowned a bit and looked down.

“Whay do you mean?” Idle said, frowning.

“A while ago… Behind the school? You have cracks on your soul…..” Colonna said, looking down to her feet.

“I’m strong, Colonna. Don’t worry. I won’t die any soon.” Idle smiled.

“Pinkie promise?” Colonna held out her hand in a fist, her pinkie stretched out.

“Pinkie promise.” Idle said as he took it. They both smiled and talked about random things.

~tine skip to after school~

Idle waved good bye to Siren.

“Are you really sure you’re ok with me not accompanying you?” Siren said worrily.

“I’m very sure. You worry too much.” Idle giggled.

“Plus, I’m here beside him until he is safe in his house. What could go wrong?” Fika said with confidence.

“We’ll be fine.” Idle assured.

“I just don’t get why you want her to accompany you instead of me.” Siren frowned.

“Well, because our houses are near.” Fika said.

“Ok, ok. Just don’t steal my boy friend from me.” Siren chuckled.

“I won’t.” Idle then kissed Siren.

“See you tomorrow!” As he and Fika left the school.

“See ya.” Siren responded.

“So you’ve got a boyfriend now, huh?” Snazzy said as he approached Siren.

“My little bro have grown so much. I haven’t even have a boyfriend.” Swifty said next to Snazzy.

“Well, you’re the only one who doesn’t have one, Swifty. I already have Idle while Snazzy has Xahji. Right, Snazzy?” Siren said.

“Yeah.” Snazzy said looking at the side.

“Hmph.” Swifty crossed his arms.

“Bro, when will you confess to G?” Snazzy raised a brow.

“Yeah, when will you confess to him?” Siren wondered.

“I…… I dunno.” Swifty said.

“Bro, you are the only one of us three brothers to be a uke. Me and Siren are semes. Why not you?”

“No comment.”

“Welp. I wanna go home. Do you, Swifty?” Snazzy stretched.

“I know I do. Do you, Siren?” Swifty said.

“I still have something to do. You go ahead.” Siren waved them good bye.

“Ok. See you at home.” Snazzy and Swifty went ahead.

“Siren.” Colonna’s voice startled him.

“How the hell do you do that, Colonna?” Siren wondered.

“Do what?” Colonna wondered.

“Sneak up on people. Plus, they said that you were the one who pointed at those bullies.” Colonna fell silent at that.

“I have my ways.” Colonna just said.

She then reached up to Siren and kissed him on the cheek.

Siren was stunted. “Don’t worry, Siren. It was just a friendly kiss.” She winked.

“Uh…. Sure…” Siren rubbed the cheek that was kissed.

“I’m going home now. Bye!” Colonna said as she ran. She is so fast!

Siren sighed.

“Hey, Siren.” Ash greeted Siren as Siren growned.

“Hey, Ash.” Siren started to walk to an unpopulated place. “What do you want?”

“Just want to congratulate you on your new boyfriend.” Ash mocked Siren

“Shut up.” Siren told him.

“Don’t act like I didn’t help you. If I didn’t tell you to claim him, you wouldn’t even be jis boyfriend.” Ash growled.

“I admit thar your 'advice’ helped me. Well, half of it, anyways. I will still not like you though. You wanted me to kill.” Siren argued.

“Eh. That’s fair.” Silence fell between the two.

Siren waited for Ash to leave but Ash didn’t.

“What more do you want?!” Siren angrily said. He was starting to get annoyed of Ash’s face.

“Just wanna warn ya.”

“Warn me? Why?” Why would Ash warn him? Ash rarely does that so this might be important. “This better not be a joke.”

“It’s not. I gotta warn ya about that Cola? Column?” Ash can’t remember her name.

“Colonna? Why would you warn me about her?” Ash raised his eye brow. “Colonna is a great friend. Why would she be dangerous?”

“That’s what you think. Be careful around her. I could sense evilness in her aura.” Ash said.

“Your'e lying.” Siren frowned.

“Well, suit yourself. Not my problem anymore if something you care for got hurt. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Ash disappeared.

This made Siren think. Is Colonna really evil? He doesn’t even wanna find out anymore.

Meanwhile, Fika walked Idle to his house.

“So, I lost huh?” Fika looked up at the sky.

“Yeah. I won.” Idle smiled.

“Told you you would win.”

“Whatever.” They reached Idle’s house. The both of them said their goodbyes to each other.

Fika walked to her house. She just knows she is being followed she just doesn’t know why.

(Another warning starts here)

When she almost reached the gates of her home, someone covered her mouth and pulled her to a corner. She did her best to screem but her voice is being muffled.

“Shut up. Or I’ll kill you instantly.” A female voice said. Fika definitely heard that voice before. She just can’t pin-point where.

“Oh I wanna kill you fast. But too bad, I can’t. I will have to make you suffer first.” The voice said.

Fika was trembling in fear. She doesn’t know what to do. The girl’s hands has gloves. She doesn’t know what kind of monster is she.

Then a knife stabbed her spinal cord. It went right through her spine.

It hurt so bad!

She screamed in pain. But no one heard her. No one but the girl who stabbed her.

“You became too close to my Siren-senpai… Idle should have been first…. But recent events prevented that…” The girl said as she dragged her knife up, making Fika scream more.

“I so badly really want to hear your unmuffled screams. But I don’t want anyone finding out, do I?” The girl chuckled. The blood of Fika pooled below them. Her green dress, stained with blood red. She was starting to lose conciousness as more blood left her body.

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. But you won’t be able to do your promise anymore, Fika.” Then it all clicked so it is HER. The bullies, the vandals, everything that led to Idle’s cracked soul. It was all HER.

The knife was removed out of her back. The hand muffling her let her go. She slowly went down, lying on the center of the pool of blood. The face of the one who stabbed her confirmed her suspicion.

“Why would you do this……” Fika’s hoarse voice almost gone. It was painful to talk.

“Colonna….?” Fika said before she passed out from all the blood loss.

Colonna’s figure looked down at Fika’s limp body. “You got in the way of Siren and I don’t worry, though. Idle will come next.” She said. She cut Fika’s neck a little to prevent her screams just in case before she ran to a secluded place.

“No one will get between Siren and I. Not Idle, not his brothers and specially not YOU.” Colonna entered her house through the window. Good thing for her, she built a hidden ladder to her room. Easy access. There, she took a bath to remove all blood and disposing all the evidence. Bu burning the weapon, clothes and shoes.

She ran down to burn them in their own incinerator but her mother, Mrs. Rouge, stopped her.

“Coly, Where are you going?” Mrs. Rouge said.

“Oh, just gonna dump these clothes. They’re dirty.” Colonna responded with a smile.

“But, aren’t these your favourite clothes?” Her mom responded.

“Yeah but, my classmate spilled paint on them I can’t even remove the stinch and color.” Colonna fakely complained.

“Ok. You can burn them. But I won’t buy new ones for you.”

“I won’t, mom.” Colonna said as she rushed to the incinerator. There, she burned the clothes and the knife.

She went back to her room and slept, smirking for her plan tomorrow.

Fika still had conciousness for a bit before adrenalin rushed out of her. Good thing she faked her passing out but she felt the pain of her throat being cut. She did her best to crawl to the main path to call for help.

Gladly, there were monsters passing by. And gladly, it was someone she knows.

It hurts to speak but she desperately want to ask help.

“F-fresh… Help… Me….” She said before hearing a faint voice calling her and telling her to hold on.

(Warnings end here)

To Be Continued~
Finally! That was a very very leangthy chapter. Still having my writer’s block and artist’s block. I hate it. After this, there will be another fanfic that I will submit. Gonna be a secret though.

Remember the ship that rouge secretly shipped once? The siren x colonna one? Yeah…. This is based on that.

Chapter update Featuring Rouge-pai!

Also, rouge, if you’re seeing this, I wanna say,


I’m not sorry.

Also, what if I told you that my classmates destroyed my things when I was in grade 5? Even my favourite notebook. I was bullied back then too. But I’m over it. Past is Past.


Fiction by @kojo-asuka127


Fika by @missladytale (your baby QAQ)
Xahji by @azzyloraaandkanto
Collona and NAJ by @blogthegreatrouge
Snazzy, Swifty, Sire by MEH