this didn't take nearly as long as i thought it would

cinderella: redo

so i was watching cinderella while doing my nails and waiting for them to dry which was clearly a Mistake because now i can’t help but think -

the evil stepmother was always evil, okay. say her abuse of her own daughters was different than that of cinderella’s - but it was still abuse. giving them impossible expectations, telling them they were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. and then she gets married, and anastasia and drizella are ecstatic because this man seems kind and warm and maybe just maybe he can temper their mother, maybe with him around she won’t be so cruel. so they’re on their very best behavior in the beginning, they do just as their mother taught - they trot out their best upper court manners in an attempt to get their new stepfather to like them. but it just comes off as cold and snooty and they’re trying, they are, they’re just bad at it. and they see how he is with cinderella, the smiling girl their own age, and they are jealous. they don’t mean to be, they try not to be, they know it isn’t becoming of young ladies. but she gets hugs and kisses and affection and they get rulers slapped on their hands when they reach for desert and sharp jabs to their sides when they slouch and - soon they hate cinderella, not for anything she’s done, but for what she has and they dont

but then her father dies. and it’s all a tumble of things and cinderella is crying and they’ve lost their only chance at escaping their mother’s clutches and it’s terrible. and everything settles and there’s no reason to be jealous anymore but resentment is hard to let go of and they don’t know what to do. they’re only kids too after all. and they’re so terribly bad at comforting people, they can do flowery words and know all the right bows but cinderella is so sad and they just don’t know what to do with that, because they’re supposed to be sisters but they’re not even friends

and slowly but surely their mother starts abusing cinderella, starts making her a maid in her own home, and she’s their mother, what are anastasia and drizella supposed to do? she rules them with an iron fist, and cinderella doesn’t even like them anyway, it’s none of their business.

except one night anastasia crawls into her sister’s bed in the middle of the night and wakes her up. “i was thirsty,” she explains, eyes wide and shiny, and they’re bad at this with other people but drizella has no problems with pulling anastasia into her arms. the younger girl clutches her sister and continues, “i was thirsty and i went down to the kitchen to get some water and - and cinderella is still up! she’s doing the dishes, and she should be asleep, mom is going to make her make breakfast in the morning and -” she cuts herself off with a hiccup and whispers, “it’s not fair.”

“life isn’t fair,” drizella says, echoing one of their mother’s favorite phrases. but her sister is staring at her with wet eyes, and it’s not like their mother is likely to get up before sunrise anyway, she hates waking up, so she pulls herself and anastasia out of bed and off they go.

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the anchor [shance]

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Lance can feel it burning within, sizzling and searing through his veins like explosive fuses networking through his body. The spark that lit the match had been Pidge’s agonised cries and screams, the destruction that shattered through her armour and broke her body in horrible unknown ways. She should never have been there, if they had have just listened to him…

They hurry into the Castle of Lions, Pidge whimpering and sobbing in Shiro’s arms, fading in and out of consciousness. Lance wants her in the healing pod immediately, but that’s not how it works, they have to prep her first. Or, Coran does.

Lance runs ahead to trigger the automatic door and Shiro rushes in, placing Pidge down on a medical table where Coran is already waiting. A small amount of relief and gratitude soothes through his anger as Coran instantly starts the process, carefully cutting Pidge out of her armour with high-tech Altean equipment Lance doesn’t even know the name of.

Trembling and panting, Lance and Shiro stand and stare, lost in a worried daze.

“You should leave,” Coran says without removing his eyes from his work. Not for any form of privacy for Pidge, they’ve been working closely together for too long for that to matter anymore, but for Coran’s concentration. He knows how important this is and needs to focus.

Shiro turns on his heel and silently nudges Lance in the shoulder. Lance backs out of the room, eyes remaining on Pidge’s small, too-pale face until the sliding door closes between them.

Lance hears the sniffling and sobbing, can see Hunk leaning heavily against the wall in his periphery and slide down it, burying his face in his hands. He knows he should comfort his friend, he usually would, but he’s livid. Furious. Seething. It boils under his skin, bubbling to the surface and on the verge of exploding.

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  • Yang: *Yang slammed open the door to her and Ruby's room with tears in her eyes.* Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! *yang shouted as she punched the wall repeatedly before slumping down against it onto the floor holding her hands to her face.*
  • Ruby: *Meanwhile Ruby rushed in from the bathroom in a panic.* What Happen!? I heard banging! *She then spotted her sister sitting shaking on against the wall and quickly rushed over.* Yang? Are you alright? What's wrong?
  • Yang: *Yang sniffled wiping the tears from her red eyes.* It's nothing Ruby. Just... Just go away.
  • Ruby: Yang. It's clearly not nothing. Please talk to me. I just want to help. *Ruby said moving closer to her sister placing her hand on her shoulder.*
  • Yang: *Yang was silent for a moment, trying to stop the tears from falling as her eyes slowly turn purple.* Fine... I was going to the cafe were Blake went too... I was going to go tell her how I feel about her because I just needed to get this off my chest, ya'know. *Yang sniffled wiping her eyes.* But when I got there I saw her with Sun.
  • Ruby: Okay so Blake was hanging out with Sun. That isn't out of- *Ruby started before shouted with more tears in her eyes.*
  • Yang: They were on a date Ruby!
  • Ruby: *At this Ruby looked dumbfounded with surprise.* W-what? No. they couldn't be. They are just good friend, Yang. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
  • Yang: *Ruby then watched as the anger in Yang's express was overwhelmed with sorrow before looking down at the ground.* That's what I was hope for, Ruby... Right up until They kissed.
  • Ruby: oh... Oh Yang. *Ruby whisper as she wrapped her arms around her sister who hugged her back burying her face into her shoulder.* I am so sorry.
  • Yang: What am I going to do Ruby? *sniffle* I love her so much. But I can never be with her. *sniffle. I can't even tell her now. *Yang cried, holding onto Ruby for dear life.*
  • Ruby: Shhhhh. It's alright. Let it all out. *Ruby whispered as she stroke Yangs head hugging her until she calmed down.* It'll be okay Yang. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed. Maybe it will help you feel better.
  • Yang: *sniffle.* Yeah... Thank you Ruby.
  • Ruby: Anytime. We're sisters after all. We take care of each other. You'd do the same for me... And probably beat up the other person.
  • Yang: Hehe, Yeah I would.
  • ~Later~
  • Ruby: *Ruby walked down stair while Yang is in the shower when she hears the front door open and close.* Oh I guess Blake is back. *She thought to herself when she hear Weiss and Blake begin to talk.*
  • Weiss: Welcome back Blake.
  • Blake: Hey Weiss. Where's Yang and Ruby?
  • Weiss: Upstairs. Yang's in the shower and Ruby I think went to bed.
  • Blake: Ah I see. I'll put these left overs in the fridge then.
  • Weiss: So how did it go?
  • Blake: How did what go?
  • Weiss: Your date with Sun.
  • Blake: *Ruby then heard Blake groan as she heard her coat being thrown.* For the last time Weiss. It was not a date. We are just friends and I made that pretty clear to him as well.
  • Weiss: What do you mean?
  • Blake: Sigh, Sun kissed me.
  • Weiss: He kissed you!?
  • Blake: Yes. And then I slapped him.
  • Weiss: WHAT!? Why? I thought you liked him?
  • Blake: As. A. Friend. Honestly, If I knew he was asking me out on a date and not to hang out I would have told him no and that I only see him as a friend. Which He accepted and apologized for kissing me while I apologized for slapping him.
  • Weiss: But I don't understand! You talked you were in love with someone blonde that we know. Oh god don't tell me it's Jaune!
  • Blake: What?! No! God No!
  • Weiss: Then who? We don't know any other blonde guys and the only other person we both know who is blonde is Yang.
  • Blake: ...
  • Weiss: ... Wait.
  • Blake: Weiss. Don't.
  • Weiss: Oh. My god.
  • Blake: Weiss. I'm serious. Shut up.
  • Ruby: *It was then just as Weiss opened her mouth to speak Ruby stepped out from around the corner and nearly shouted.* YOU LOVE YANG!
  • Blake: R-RUBY!? *Blake jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the box of sweet as Weiss watched from the chair she sat in.* H-hey. Uh, I thought you were sleep. I, uh, got some sweetd from the cafe if you want any. *Blake then watched as Ruby zipped over infront of her slapping the box out of her hand to the floor, shocking both her and Weiss before Ruby took hold of her shoulder.*
  • Ruby: Yeah. Forget that. Is it true!? You Actually love my sister?!
  • Blake: I...
  • Weiss: Ruby what is wrong with-
  • Ruby: Not now Weiss! I'll example later! Blake! Do you or do you not love Yang!?
  • Blake: Well I mean... *Blake muttered shifting nervously at Ruby's gaze before finally cracking.* Okay Yes. I love Yang but you can't tell her, please.
  • Ruby: Oh thank you god!
  • Blake/Weiss: Eh?
  • Ruby: Blake You are going to go up stair to Yang right now and tell Yang how yu feel. Like right now!
  • Blake/Weiss: What? Why? *the two said together before looking at each other weirdly then back to Ruby.*
  • Ruby: Because Yang has been crying for the past hour thinks you and Sun are dating!
  • Blake: Why would Yang think that and why was she crying about it?
  • Ruby: Because she loves you and she saw Sun kissing you!
  • Blake: WHAT!? OH MY GOD! YANG!*Blake Shouted and quickly ran past Ruby and upstairs.*
  • Weiss: You think she remembers me saying Yang is in the shower? *Both Weiss and Ruby then looked as they heard a door slam open.*
  • Blake: YANG! IT WASN'T A DATE! I DON'T LOVE SUUUUWHOAMYGOD!
  • Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAH! BLAKE! WHAT THE HELL!?
  • Blake: I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE NAKED!
  • Yang: I JUST GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER! STOP PEAKING AND GET OUT OR AT LEAST GIVE MY A TOWEL!
  • Ruby: Yeah I'm going to go with nope. *Ruby then took a bite of a cookie from the box on the floor.*
Chapter 92 Thoughts

What I’ve really gathered from these past two chapters is that…it sucks being an Eldian. The whole world is against them, constantly reminding them of their perceived evil nature and the crimes of their ancestors. The Marleyan-born Eldians may be taught that the Eldians on Paradis are the bad ones, but at the end of the day, they all share the same fate.

They are loathed for their ability to turn into titans, which only can happen under specific circumstances, while simultaneously wanted as military power for that same reason. They aren’t valued as people at all.

And now, the one thing they’re even wanted for is established as a dwindling power at best by the end of the chapter. 

Yet Marley is hellbent on capturing the Progenitor titan, all in hopes of securing the title of the most powerful nation in the known world. They’ve been busy with a war for the past 4 years, and now they’ve just won it.

They made a peace treaty with a nation that invented a scarily efficient anti-titan weapon that can even slice through the material on the appropriately named Armored Titan. This, being the same material that had been considered impenetrable from the perspective we’ve seen the majority of the series. The Survey Corps only recently developed a weapon to damage that armor, and it’s remarkably less efficient than the ones the Middle Eastern Alliance created here.

What Marley lacks in naval power they make up for in air power. They don’t even need actual bombs – a mass of mindless titans dropping from the sky is just as destructive.

On top of being technologically advanced, they have 4 adept shifters on their side.

The focus is finally back on Paradis Island, home of our protagonists. 

I think it’s fair to say, things are looking absurdly grim for the Survey Corps and co. right now. 

In other words, it’s business as usual. 

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Prompt: Drarry discover fanfiction.

“Hey, Malfoy.”

“What do you want, Potter?”

“I thought you might want to take a look at this.”

“What is it?”

“Something I stumbled across on the internet.”

“Potter, I have no interest in anything Muggle related– What’s a ‘drarry’?

“Just… just read it?”

“Potter, that’s my name on there.”

“Yeah…”

“And your name. Or is there a Muggle Harry Potter somewhere?”

“No, that’s me. That’s… us.”

*silence for a few minutes*

“Potter, is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?”

“It’s apparently called ‘fanfiction’.”

“I don’t care what it’s called, why am I reading about your cock in my mouth?!”

“Jesus, would you keep your bloody voice down?”

“Oh no.”

“What, what is it?”

“Y-you’re undressing me?! Potter, I demand you take this down!”

“I can’t do that, I didn’t write it!” *silence again* “What… what’re we doing now?”

“You’re– Merlin, Potter, what sort of sexually deviant pervert would write something like– oh, Merlin save us all.”

“What? What’s happening?”

“Potter. I would never whisper your name sweetly whilst you fucked me!”

“I know that. You’re obviously a screamer.”

“Wh– excuse me?!”

“You’re not the kind who’d whisper sweetly, Malfoy, come on!”

“I’ll bloody well whisper sweetly if I want to!”

“Fine! You wouldn’t hear me complaining!”

“Good!”

“Yes, good!”

“And why does this clown think you’d last–” *squints* “–five paragraphs long before you come?!” *loud cackling*

“I’ll show you five paragraphs. I’ll show you bloody ten paragraphs!”

“Pfft, easy there, Potter. You might pull something.”

“Fuck you!”

“When?”

“Tonight. My place.”

“I’ll bring wine.”

“No, Malfoy. Bring lube. ‘cause I don’t have nearly enough for the amount we’re going to need.”

“Ugh, you’re a crass oaf, Potter.”

“All night long, Malfoy. All bloody night long.”

“Maybe we could read some more of this ‘fanfiction’ first, though. You know… For inspiration?”

anonymous asked:

fav thing about mafia? old school arranged marriage and status issues x100 pick any 3 bosses who didn't want to marry the girl they love due to her lower status but then they find out someone is tryin to arrange marriage her and completely lose it and just take her for themselves

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Byakuran

  • Byakuran knew for a fact that society is not kind. By all rights and purposes he could take his pick marrying anyone he wanted, including you. But your parents would never agree.
  • As law abiding citizen your parents have threatened to kill themselves if you married a Mafia man so he forced himself to keep his distance.
  • He longed for you, though. You were the only person who had ever seen him as a human being. Not as a God or the Devil.
  • Your treatment stung his pride but gave him freedom in a strange but pleasant way.
  • When he hears about the engagement he would be furious as hell. The cold smile on his face would give his Funeral Wreaths nightmares for endless days to come.
  • He would order the man’s family investigated. No stone will be left unturned.
  • Of course he’ll learn your fiancé belongs to a prosperous clan. Your parents would never have agreed to marry you off to someone less.
  • Byakuran will then systematically take steps in breaking down your fiance’s family fortune until he and his family is left penniless.
  • He then meet with the man and gives him an offer he can’t refuse.
  • You are then surprised when you learn your fiancé has backed out of the engagement much to the fury of your parents.
  • Byakuran then steps in to save the day and proposes to save your dignity by marrying you.
  • Your parents were so ashamed and furious about your fiancé jilting you they had no choice but agree.

Dino

  • He loved. Had always loved you since you were children. But you were the maid’s child and he was his father’s only son expected to marry well. He could not disappoint his don.
  • When he heard someone had offered you marriage his whole world fell apart around him.
  • Married? How are you getting married? Surely they were joking, right. That’s right; the world was joking and it was currently playing a dangerous prank at him.
  • Dino had to sit heavily in his chair and lean into the backrest to stop his head from spinning. Over and over the words ‘This cannot be right.’ Spinning around and around his head.
  • Ignoring everything else he couldn’t stop himself from sneaking into your rooms that night to find you getting ready for bed.
  • He would confront you about it and demand to know if you loved this man.
  • Since you knew how far apart your stations in life were since the very start you had no choice but to say yes.
  • He would go insane despite himself. Insane with jealousy and envy and so much anger at the way things were he almost forced himself on you then and there.
  • If only your mother did not knock on your door.
  • That night Dino would approach his father and drunkenly open up to him about his feelings for you. About how much he loved you; how much he loved you.
  • The elder Don Cavallone loved his son. His Dino. He never knew he was making the boy suffer this much all this time suppressing his feelings.
  • The next morning your parents are surprised when they received a formal marriage proposal from the elder Don Cavallone.
  • He was asking for your hand in marriage on behalf of his only son.
  • Your original fiancé was so scared he left without a word.
  • Dino couldn’t get a ring on your finger fast enough.

Xanxus

  • All his life he had pledged and raised himself to be the perfect son. A worthy heir for the Vongola’s throne. That was why he made himself blind when it came to you the moment he realized you were a threat to his feelings.
  • He treated you like you were not there but he always noted your every move from the corner of his eyes. As his personal maid it was hard not to.
  • Over time he became your silent protector. Threats to you were removed before they were even conceived.
  • His obsession for you was eclipsed only by his obsession for the Vongola throne and everyone in the Varia knew it. For his sake they all pitched in to protect you in their own ways.
  • So when he heard you were sent home because of the arranged marriage your parents had set you up with he had first went weak in the knees before his Wrath burst forth and he went berserk.
  • The staff didn’t even deemed it fit to tell him you were going home that day and instead already set him up with a replacement. A replacement he had nearly killed in his rage.
  • The thought of you in another man’s arms was unacceptable. The thought of anyone doing things to you that he had ever only done to you in his dreams and fantasies was too much to bear.
  • He didn’t care if his Varia were following him. Mammon had already obtained the address of the country inn where you would be meeting your fiancé for the first time and Xanxus quickly made his way there.
  • He found you and the man taking a pleasant night time stroll in the inn’s gardens while both your parents were entertaining each other inside.
  • Xanxus couldn’t help himself. He stepped out of the shadows and put a gun to your fiancé’s head terrifying the man into wetting himself.
  • You beg him to spare your fiancé and Xanxus agreed only if you kissed him.
  • Blushing you agreed and as you did his obsession was realized as held you to him with all the need he had kept inside him all these years.
  • Secreted away as his mistress, you were never seen again.
Easily Bewildered

Bewildered; the first time someone used the word, I nearly laughed aloud.
There was a group of varied students sitting across the lawn, grouped together in the shade of a tree, all decked out in weird jewelry and with circles around their eyes, hurried pen ink on their wrists. I was at a picnic bench, sitting with my friends from lab, working on some report or something. There was a lull in the conversation, and the hushed voices, filled with awe, scattered across the grass of the lawn towards us. I was looking absentmindedly at my phone, and when I heard the strange phrase, I burst out laughing. Their voices were so quiet, almost afraid, and like so much else at this school, I didn’t take it into account. I instantly lumped them in with the other students, overly superstitious and quiet, clinging to their iron and their salt like this was some episode of Supernatural.
The first time I heard bewildered, I laughed. 

The second time, it was coming from the mouth of my Hall Advisor, in the longest informational lecture I’d gotten that year. I was sitting on a couch in the overly cramped common room, squished in-between two of my closest friends from bio lab, and we were already bored and over dramatically rolling our eyes at one another before it even began. They were talking firmly, as if they believed in everything they were saying, reminding us very sternly of the “advice” from the beginning of the year. Every year. It was about the third or fourth time I’d heard this lecture, despite not having been here that many years. Sometimes, I wondered if the weirdness would ever end, and just leave me to do my labs and lose my mind in peace.
“Don’t go out late at night, if you have to, make sure you stay on the path.” Well, duh. I looked to my right, and met the eyes of my lab partner, who was just perishing of boredom. I could tell she wanted to be on her phone, but we’d managed to be polite this far, so maybe we could make it to the end of the meeting. Our HA would appreciate it.
“Don’t go near the woods. We’ve had way more kids get bewildered this year, it’s not normal and you all really need to step it up.” I snickered. The friend to my left said something under eir breath, and my other friend suppressed a laugh, and we tried, really hard.
Our HA didn’t appreciate it. They stared us down for a moment, while some other students clutched their iron necklaces or slipped hands into pockets, making fists around what was probably salt, if I knew this floor well enough. I elbowed my lab partner in the side, and she shut up, em quickly following suit. Shockingly, we managed the rest of the meeting, finally slipping out and snickering, finally sharing all of the snide comments that had built up the whole time. Other students walked out glumly, faces pale, shoulders slumped.

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Five times Dan hated being warm and the one time he didn't

   - A big thank you to both my beta and my doodler. They both did exceedingly well and helped me bring this fic to life. It is my first time taking part in the PLP and I’m excited to take part in it again!

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Not Your Fault

Requested: Can you do one where y/n finds out that she can’t get pregnant ?

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It’s your fault. That’s what you found out today. You went to the doctor because you and your husband Shawn have been trying to get pregnant for a few months, and you both thought it would be a good idea to see if there was a reason why or if anything was wrong. You know that sometimes it just takes a while to get pregnant, so since it had only been a few months of trying, you weren’t too worried.

But the doctor ran tests on both you and Shawn, and the test results just came back today. It turns out that Shawn is perfectly fine and capable of getting you pregnant, but the problem is that you can’t get pregnant, something about being infertile. You barely heard much of what the doctor said in that office. All you heard was that it was your fault, and that’s all you needed to hear to spend the rest of the meeting just trying to keep yourself from falling apart. The doctor was telling you about other options, about things you could do instead. Shawn’s hand was securely in yours the entire meeting, his thumb comfortingly running along the back of your hand, but it didn’t make you feel much better.

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Jimin and Jin's reaction to finding u a sleep on the coach with his sweater on and it's just really big on you so u didn't wear pants ☺️

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The door closed softly behind Jimin, and he pushed it a little so that the latch clicked into place. “I’m home,” he called out to your living room, which he was surprised to still find lit at 2am. Jimin sincerely hoped you hadn’t wait up for him. Didn’t you have work in the morning anyways? After taking off his shoes, setting down his backpack, and getting no answer from you, the pink-haired boy strolled out into the living room. Still there was no sign of you.

As Jimin made his way to your bedroom, he realized you’d left practically every light in the apartment on. He made a mental note to scold you for wasting energy later. “Babe?” he asked softly as he rounded the corner to the bedroom. All of his movements were slow and soft, for fear of waking you up.

Your bed was unmade, and you weren’t snuggled up under the covers like you usually would be at this time. With eyebrows knitted together, Jimin started to wonder if maybe you’d gone out for a late-night food run. No, he thought. I saw her car in the parking lot. Deciding to wait for you to reappear on the couch, he walked back to the living room only to find you laying on the couch.

He nearly laughed at himself for not realizing you’d been there the whole time, but he stopped himself. You were out cold and he knew if he woke you up now, you’d never get back to sleep. He took in your form, lying on your back with one arm on your stomach, and the other resting above your head.

Quickly he realized you were wearing your favorite sweater of his, and Jimin could feel the blush rising to his cheeks. His blush only deepened when he realized you’d fallen asleep without any pants on. The sweater was usually long enough to stop halfway down your thigh, but with the way you were sleeping, Jimin could nearly see your underwear.

This girl is trying to kill me.

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It wasn’t too late in the evening, only midnight, and Jin remembered you texting him earlier to say you’d be home late. You’d insisted that he go back to his dorm and get a good nights rest, but he’d rather surprise you when you came home from your outing at the bar.

Jin was surprised to find your TV on, the show you’d recently been watching on Netflix on auto-play. He didn’t think you’d be so forgetful as to leave it on before leaving the house. Quietly, Jin crept towards the couch, which faced away from the front door. The door swung shut with a loud thud, and Jin cringed.

If you were asleep, your boyfriend knew you’d kill him if the door shutting because Jin had forgotten to close it softly woke you. Making a quick prayer for his life, he continued toward the couch.

Just as he suspected, there you were, sound asleep. The harsh light from the television was the only thing illuminating your body. Looking around, Jin chuckled at the mess you’d made. Candy wrappers and popcorn littered the table, along with several small bottles of alchol and a messy plate that had probably had your dinner on it at some point.

Looking back at you, Jin started to reach for a blanket to cover you - you must have been cold - when he realized what you were wearing. It was that sweater of his you kept threatening to steal. As far as Jin knew, he’d left it at the dorm which must have meant you really did steal it. Stifling a laugh, he wondered if you’d also taken his sweatpants.

Nope, you hadn’t. In fact you weren’t wearing any pants at all. Jin moved to the other side of the couch, perching on the edge as he lightly shook your shoulder. “Wha?” you muttered, eyes fluttering open.

“Go put some pants on, you’re going to catch a cold sleeping like this.”


This is probably not what you were looking for but I’m laughing and that’s what matters

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Songbird

A/N: This is the sequel to Silence, which was far more popular than I thought it would be, so thank you all for that! This sequel was requested by @pixikinz (it’s not tagging you I’m sorry!) and a few other people that I’m having trouble finding and tagging… I’ll tag @princess-of-erebor1992 for helping me get up the courage to write it. I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: You adjust to life with Thorin’s Company, and find yourself drawn to its charismatic leader.

Word Count: 1,551

Warnings: Shirtless Thorin (shield our eyes from the beauty!!), mention of wounds


Once Thorin learned your name, he used it as often as possible. It made you feel more at home to hear your name so frequently, even if it was in a voice that did not at all sound like home. Thorin’s voice was deep and resonant, regal with a hint of wildness that you wondered if he might ever tame.

You hoped he wouldn’t.

His company had gotten better about not begging you to sing at every moment. They only asked for music every few hours, which was easier on you. Kili and Ori asked most often, the former with fluttering eyelashes that betrayed his flirtatious youthfulness, the latter with a shy bashfulness that you found hard to refuse. In the end, you sang more than you meant to, though Thorin was always mindful of his dwarves’ requests. He would quell the requests that would tax you the most, smiling in that close-lipped way of his as you nodded your silent thanks. Some days he would not let you sing at all, to your bafflement.

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Q&A with Simon D
  • Simon and you have been together for nearly 5 years and Simon has decided to do a short Q&A video with you. Simon has already tweeted out to his fans about the questions.
  • Simon: Hey everyone. Today [Y/N] and I will be answering questions from our fans.
  • You: What's the first question?
  • Simon: Someone's excited for this.
  • You: I only agreed to this because you promise you will let me choose what we eat tonight.
  • Simon: Shh I don't want our fans to know I bribed you into this. Ok, first question is where did you two go on your first date? Do you remember, babe?
  • You: Of course. But you always telling this story so you do it.
  • Simon: I asked her to dinner at my favourite restaurant, but after dinner I found out she doesn't like the place. [Y/N] asked me what I had plan next, I told her I was planning to go to the movies. She disagreed and we went to a bowling place after.
  • You: Dinner and a movie is boring babe. Sorry. But you had fun at the bowling place right?
  • Simon: Yeah it was fun. Here, read the next question.
  • You: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • Simon: We actually met a club. It was an after party for some show. I was sitting in the VIP section and I saw her dancing from across the room. I thought wow that girl CANNOT dance.
  • You: Hey!
  • Simon: I'm just joking. But yeah, my first thought was wow she is so sexy so I got up and asked for her name.
  • You: Yeah, I remember seeing this guy who's wearing a grey GUCCI sweatshirt walking up to me and I thought, who in their right mind wears a sweatshirt to a club. Like it's so hot and stuffy in there. Then my second thought was he probably smells because I could see his sweat.
  • Simon: And do I smell?
  • You: Sometimes.
  • Simon: So [Y/N] what is the most romantic thing that I have done?
  • You: Hmm, for our one year anniversary we celebrated it at home. I had a long day at work and I told him I was fine with some take-out but this guy here surprised me. He made dinner, put rose petals on the bed and candles were everywhere.
  • Simon: I have many romantic things and you choose that one?
  • You: Yeah but I think that's the most romantic. Next question.
  • Simon: What are each other’s worst or annoying habits? [Y/N]'s most annoying habit is buying so many clothes and not wearing them. Some clothes in her closet still has tags on them. And when we go out she says she doesn't have anything to wear so I tell her to wear the clothes she bought a month ago. And when we are ready to go out, I would think she's wearing the new clothes but she wears her old clothes. Her clothes are taking up my side of the closet.
  • You: Whatever. You should buy another closet for yourself then. And don't forget you sometimes kick the blanket off the bed when we're sleeping. I'm always getting up and picking the blanket up. Learn how to keep the blanket ON the bed and I'll try to stop buying so much clothes.
  • Simon: Okay okay, I'll try. So the next question is what is your ideal date night?
  • You: I don't think we do a lot of date nights, right babe?
  • Simon: No, we don't. We prefer having lunch together.
  • You: Yeah, lunches, breakfast or brunches. We prefer spending the day together. But also, Simon sleeps super early. He gets into bed around 8:30pm. What old men do.
  • Simon: Hey! I'm not old.
  • You: Whatever you want to believe. Hmm the next question from this fan is a little out of the blue.
  • Simon: What is it?
  • You: Are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Simon: Weird fantasies or kinks? We don't have weird kinks.
  • You: Omg Simon. You just implied we have weird fantasies. I don't want to answer this one. I'm going to get a drink.
  • Simon: No, no sit down. You're staying right here babe.
  • You: I'm just going to cover my face then.
  • Simon: I won't go into too much detail or give our fans too much information. Actually I'll just say it in three words. Ready? Ok, toys and accessories.
  • You: Omg you did not just say accessories. What is that suppose to mean?
  • Simon: I told you, I'm not saying anything more. And baby, you should know what the accessories are..
  • You: Let's move on.
  • Simon: Okay last question, do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories? Wow our fans are something hey?
  • You: Haha yeah. I know one embarrassing story. Can I tell it?
  • Simon: Are you talking about the one with the phone call?
  • You: YES! Ok so we were at home and in the middle of 'it' , well actually we were both 'nearly there', when Simon's phone rings. The phone was on the bedside table and I asked Simon if he needed to get that. He shook his head and all that came out of his mouth was "Jay, Jay, Jay". Now imagine, you and your partner having the time of your life, you know, and your partner decides to call out his work mate's name when you're about close. It was so weird, yet extremely funny. Oh and if you didn't guess, the person who called him was Jay.
  • Simon: Please stop talking now and I'm surprised you could actually ask me a question when you're in the zone babe. Kudos.
  • You: I didn't say the exact words. I muttered, gosh. Anyway can I tell them what I told Jay the next day.
  • Simon: Aww, do you have too?
  • You: Yes. The fans deserves the whole story. So the next day, we saw Jay at the office and I blurted out what happened. I said to Jay, "my boyfriend busted a nut to you".
  • Simon: Okay okay. No more discussing this story and let's end this Q&A. You've gone too far babe.
  • You: Fine. And we're having ramen and dumplings tonight.
Ned/Sansa in GoT: Exact Same Story

I’m usually careful about criticizing Ned online as he’s an almost sacred figure in this fandom. However, Ned and his daughter have almost the same stoyline in Game of Thrones. The biggest difference between the two is that loyalty to his old family (Robert and Jon Arryn) drive many of Ned’s action while loyalty to her future family (Joffrey and Cersei) drive many of Sansa’s.

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felliss00-deactivated20170331  asked:

Hi! I love reading all your theories on SU and VLD and I wanna ask: any thoughts on Haggar? I didn't care about her at first but my interest in her sky-rocketed after the last few episodes of S2 where she was shown doubting and even opposing some of Zarkon's decisions (and having more emotions). I'm also embarrassingly strongly hoping for her to be Lotor's mother (as crazy and improbable as it might be)

Haggar is very interesting to me because if nothing else she’s basically the only individual that we see Zarkon near-unconditionally trusts. She got on my radar almost immediately for that reason because Zarkon fits a particular model of antagonist- it’s strongly established that it’s either his way or the highway (and by “highway” it means, get executed and/or loaded into a Robeast) and he basically can’t tolerate anyone, even the Black Lion, potentially contradicting him to the point that he’d rather deny that the Black Lion is a sentient creature with her own goals rather than admit that she’s someone with autonomy that chose to turn on him.

And then in the middle of that, you have Haggar- who Zarkon trusts, explicitly, who Zarkon lavishes with resources, who is able to do basically as she pleases. And it doesn’t even seem particularly one-sided, as Haggar is much like Zarkon- she’s haughty, she’s proud, she’s beholden to almost no one and rankles at the implication of being questioned, but with Zarkon and exclusively with Zarkon, she calls him “Sire,” she bites her tongue, she doesn’t directly argue with him at times. 

That said, it doesn’t seem like she was one of the older paladins or, like Zarkon, she would have kept her bayard. So far, Allura and Coran haven’t mentioned her role in history at all which is suspicious to me. It suggests she came relatively out of nowhere, but we do have some potential insight into how she and Zarkon might’ve started their partnership.

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Angst, pt14

WARNING: IT’S CALLED ANGST FOR A REASON. NO SPOILERS BUT GRAB SOME KLEENEX. I CRIED WRITING IT.

XxX

The first thing you felt was pressure. You tried to clear the fog in the back of your mind so that you could figure out where the pressure was. It was somewhere. On your body? Your chest felt heavy but that wasn’t the pressure you felt. You flexed your fingers, realizing it was your hand that felt weighed down.


“Y/N?” The voice sounded familiar. But so far away. “Bones, she squeezed my hand.”


From a distance, there was a flurry of noise, like the low hum of bees pollinating a garden in the summer. The pressure in your hand vanished, leaving you grasping weakly at air. Then it came back, warmer, on both sides, like you were being enveloped in a warm cocoon.


You became aware of your breathing, slow and rhythmic, and a new pressure, this one on the inside of you. With your light hand, you reached for your face, only to feel pressure on it as something pulled your hand back.


“She’s coming to, Doctor McCoy.” It sounded so far away.

“Let’s go ahead and extubate, and she how she does on her own.” Doctor McCoy’s was a barely there rumble. A moment, and then you felt your body retch, rejecting something. Extubate. McCoy had said extubate. You were alive.


You pushed against the sedation, like a you were trying to swim to the surface of a too deep pool, but the pull of whatever medication your colleague had given was too much, and you fell back to unconsciousness.


XxX


The steady beep of the biobed slowly pervaded your mind, and you noted the pressure still at your hand. You tried to turn your head but you were so weak. You forced your eyes open and blinked against the harsh white of the seclusion room lights.


“Lights -” you croaked.


“Lights at 50%,” a voice supplied when your own trailed off. You struggled to turn your head and met Jim’s intense blue eyes with your own. He looked exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept in days.


“How long?” You managed.
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“Shh. Let me get you something to drink,” he released your hand and fumbled with a glass of water, raising the head of the bed at the same time. He placed the straw at your lips and you drank, wetting your mouth. It was like pouring water on dry sand the way the water absorbed into the dry lining of your mouth.

“How long?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and it hurt to speak.

“Six days,” Jim supplied. “The blade did unbelievable amounts of damage. Bones said there was only one of two organs not harmed. It was coated in some kind of toxin. Took three days to figure out a cure for it. He’ll fill you in, I’m sure, once you’re more clear.”

“You look awful,” you commented, noticing his bloodshot eyes.

“It was pretty touch and go with you,” he admitted. “It’s been a long week. Try to rest, I’ll call Bones.”

You lapsed back to sleep easily, you were so exhausted, the soothing rhythm of the biobed marking your vitals lulling you to sleep. You woke again as McCoy held a tricorder over you.

“Sleeping beauty, I presume?” He smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “How do you feel? Pain?”

“Not really. I feel a little disconnected,” you admitted.

“That’s the sedation wearing off,” he provided. You nodded.

“How’s Ti?” You asked. “He lost a lot of blood and he must be so scared.”

Leonard looked down, breaking eye contact with you.

“The toxin did a lot of damage -” he started.

“Jim said you’d synthesized and anti-toxin,” you interrupted. The biobed registered the increase in your heart rate and chirped a sharp warning.

“We did but -” he tried again.

“Don’t,” you interrupted.

“Y/N, I did everything I could,” he started, taking your hand. He finally looked you in the eye, and you saw the strain of the past week on his face, and fresh tears in his eyes.

“No.”

“I fought for him until we nearly lost you too,” he tried. You shook your head.

“No, Leonard, don’t -” You felt tears filling your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m sorry -”

“Take me to him,” you demanded. Leonard nodded and brought over a wheelchair, helping you rise and pivot into it. He wheeled you to the morgue, and when the doors slid open, you saw Jim sitting beside a small figure laying on a gurney. His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs.

You pushed yourself to your feet, and took an unsteady step toward the gurney. Ti was so pale, and still, nothing like the bright, lively boy you knew him to be. A single sob tore out of your chest and you collapsed at the side of the gurney. Jim jumped up, and knelt beside you, pulling you into his arms.

You heard the door slide shut and knew Leonard had left you together in your grief. You pushed away from Jim and forced yourself, painfully, to your feet. You sat at the edge of the gurney, pulling your beautiful boy into your arms and felt the sobs tear out of you, ripping through you like your soul was being torn into pieces.

Warm arms encircled you, as Jim gathered you and Tiberius into his arms, his tears mingling with your own.

“I’m sorry.” Jim and you spoke at the same time. You tilted your head in confusion.

“I should have been a better father. I should have been a better man.” His voice was raw from crying.

“I never made it easy for you.” You shook your head.

“I can’t make this right,” he whispered, kissing Ti’s head.

“Neither of us can. I’m so sorry, Jim.” You started weeping again, and brushed the soft hair from Ti’s forehead, kissing him. “I’m sorry my sweet boy. Mommy loves you.”

“I love you, Y/N. I never stopped. I can’t change what’s happened, but I promise you -”

“Wait until you aren’t grieving to make promises, Jim. I would promise you the world right now if I thought it might stop the hurt,” you interrupted. He nodded and squeezed you tighter. “Just be the man Ti believed you to be.”

You Better Don’t Lie To Me, Little Bird (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader)

Based on a dream I had. 

Story set before he becomes mayor.

Gender of Reader: Female

Warnings: Sexual Content (nothing too extremely explicit though), Lightly Domswald, Sex against a wall

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Embrassing Christmas Memory
  • Makoto Naegi: Tripped over his untied shoelace and made the Christmas tree fall down.
  • Kyoko Kirigiri: Accidentally burned her tongue on hot coco, and yelled out a swear word in front of her family and friends when the house was quiet.
  • Hajime Hinata: Mistakenly thought his cousin was a robber and tried to take him down with his ahoge...JK! He bent down to pick up something and his hip accidentally knocked over his family's brand new TV.
  • Leon Kuwata: Thought it would be funny to play baseball with his friends in the mid of winter and sent a baseball flying through his living room window, breaking a vase in the process.
  • Nagito Komaeda: Forgetting it was Christmas day and showing up to Hajime's house without his gift and interrupting their dinner.
  • Byakuya Togami: When he was younger he threw a hissy fit, because he didn't get what he asked from Santa, and spilt his mother's eggnog all over his pants....his family was in hysterics and will never let him live this down.
  • Peko Pekoyama: Not knowing what Christmas is and who Santa was caused her to almost kill "Santa" when he asked Fuyuhiko if he wanted to sit in his lap.
  • Aoi Asahina: When she was younger she told her relatives that she used to eat Santa's milk and cookies because she didn't want him getting any bigger. Her young cousins started crying and called her a jerk, while the adults found it hilarious.
  • Sakura Ogami: Spending Christmas in the hospital with food poisioning after eating her aunt's casserole.
  • Mikan Tsumiki: She wore a light jacket during dinner and zippered it up, along with the table cloth...long story short, she stood up to go to the restroom and the plates of food wanted to accompany her.
  • Chiaki Nanami: Offered to make cookies for her friends, but ended up burning them in the end. They still enjoyed them...to an extent.
  • Junko Enoshima: Every Christmas she purposely makes herself do something embrassing.
  • Mukuro Ikusaba: She thought the Santa at the mall was a creepy old kiddnapper and threatened to cut him up if he didnt stop talking to little children. She was only six years old!
  • Akane Owari: Throwing up in her family's car after eating too much.
  • Sayaka Maizono: During a performance in front of thousands of fans she messed up the lyrics to "We Wish You A Merry Christmas".
  • Chihiro Fujisaki: He was working really hard on making a new program, so when he finally finished it he went to show his father knocking a mug of hot coco all over his laptop causing flames to start. He almost burnt down his house on Christmas. Yikes!
  • Teruteru Hanamura: He was the offical chef for the Teruteru family dinner. He was under alot of pressure so he mistskenly undercooked the ham.
  • Hifumi Yamada: His older cousins at the time called him a chubby gopher and he bawled like a baby at his grandma's house. He was only 10.
  • Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu: At the age of 7 he saw his female relatives giving him and other relatives kisses on the cheek, so he thought he had to do the same. This resulted in him giving Peko a quick peck on the cheek.
  • Izuru Kamukura: Let's just say his hair catches a lot of things...dirt...stray leaves...etc. when he goes outside and doesn't tie it up (Haaa! He doesn't know everything apparently!)
  • Mondo Owada: Slipping on ice in front of his friends.
  • Kiyotaka Ishimaru: The guys were having a snowball fight outside and as they were playing Leon playfully (and accidently) shoved him face first into the "yellow-stained snow".
  • Yasuhiro Hagakure: He tried to throw a snowball at his uncle (in a playful manner) but instead hit his grandma causing her to fall in the deep snow. Luckily she was fine in the end.
  • Celestia Ludenberg: During school, Leon and Souda placed mistole in random places in the school. She ended up having to kiss Togami...2 times.
  • Hiyoko Saionji: She thought Santa was real until she was 13.
  • Gundham Tanaka: He shrieked with joy in front of everyone, when Makoto got his Four Dark Devas Of Destruction mini sweaters.
  • Sonia Nevermind: She borrowed an expensive dress from her mother and ruined it by spilling eggnog all over it thanks to a certain "speical" someone.
  • Nekomaru Nidai: Bottom line...he learnt to bring air freshener with him to the bathroom whenever he had a HUGE dinner.
  • Ibuki Mioda: She tried to go Caroling with her friends and family but ended up scaring the living lights out of the family she sang too. She didn't care though.
  • Toko Fukawa: She sneezed after smelling something peppery and nearly almost scissored Makoto because he looked adorable when he wore an adorable Christmas-y sweater.
  • Kazuichi Souda: Thought he texted Hajime about helping him score a spot under the mistole with Sonia, but mistakenly texted Sonia.
  • Mahiru Koizumi: She took so many pictures during the Christmas party Sonia had hosted, and found out as she was developing the photos, she wore her shirt backwards the whole time.
  • Byakuya Twogami: He sat on a piece of chocolate cake mistakenly and didn't notice until Souda shouted "TWOGAMI COULDN'T HOLD IT IN YOU GUYS! NEKOMARU NEEDS TO HURRY IT UP IN THE RESTROOM AM I RIGHT MISS. SON- I MEAN YOU GUYS!".
  • Komaru Naegi: She was doing last minute gift shopping and forgot to get her brother a gift. Makoto gave her, her gift but it was super awkward for her not to give him one in return. It didn't bother him at all, but she was super upset/embarrassing about it.
  • Monokuma: Bears don't get embarrassed! Although not getting any gifts from his students was kind of upsetting to him...
  • Usami/Monomi: Forgetting to be invited to my students Christmas bash hurted a bit. But they eventually remembered to call her after 2 hours when it started!

livinlizard  asked:

I really want the K

so a few days ago, i held a poll asking if people would rather a steamy K or an angsty one.

results were overwhelmingly in favor of steam

don’t think this quite lives up to the hype, but oh well. sorry about that.

(mildly inspired by)

also thank you to @sadrienagreste for the original inspiration!!

6: Gentle Peck

There were times when Marinette thought that perhaps, maybe, possibly she’s spent too much time with Chat Noir.

Like whenever she slipped up and said, “You’ve gotta be kitten me!” or, “Oh, that’s pawful!” because Chat used cat puns so often she’d forgotten what the real words even were.

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wildernessuntothemselves  asked:

Girl you got me fucked up! Cats And Dogs is so fucking hot! I'm a hoe for hybrid!au and the whole heat/crazy hot lust thing. I'm very glad you didn't make tae take advantage of the OC. That was very thoughtful of you. With that said can you please MAKE THEM DO THE DO!!! POSSIBLY WHEN ONE OF THEM IS IN HEAT??? I'LL BE YOUR SLAVE FOR LIFE!!!! jk I would hate to pressure you I'm just thirsty af. I'm so excited for the kink thing 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

i’m blushing real hard rn.  

tbh i was going to make them fuck, but then i ran out of stamina.  i tend to do that a lot where i write and write and write and then all the way at the end i just lose all energy and put in a cop-out ending.  

no worries!  i dont feel pressured.  thank you for being considerate though!

I don’t know if I can do a whole scenario about it, but here’s how I picture it:

You finish your internship just before Taehyung’s heat.  After being away for more than two months on assignment, you’re anxious to get back to your puppy.  

On the flight home you browse through your gallery at all your message downloads, smiling fondly at the sheer number of dick pics Taehyung sent you to “tide you over” until you got home.  They have a special place in your album next to your collection of his silly faces and handsome, full-body shots.  

Technically, you’re coming home a little earlier than usual, so you decide to surprise him.  

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Nerdy Love

Characters: Cisco Ramon x Reader

Summary: You chill with Cisco at S.T.A.R Labs because of your giant crush on him that only Barry knows about. But when Barry texts you about the particular subject of your crush, Cisco steals your phone and reads the conversation

“The molecular structure of this meta’s bones are strangely flexible, so, scientifically-”

“Scientifically, you’re a nerd.”

“Rude,” Cisco gasps dramatically, taking another bite of the sugar coated red liquorice he was holding, “How dare you hurt my feelings like that, Y/N.”

You giggled at his sass and sarcasm, that was reaching levels of your ability. Cisco and you were relaxing and chatting in S.T.A.R Labs, while Harrison was out somewhere and Barry and Caitlin were getting coffee at Jitters.

These cliché movie like happy moments were the moments you lived for. Despite his random choice of clothing and equally erratic personality, you genuinely enjoyed his company, which was convenient since you started working at S.T.A.R Labs.

Also, you had an enormous crush on him.

“So, anyway, scientifically he can have an arm for a leg if he wants by switching the molecules and atoms, though it would be very painful. The skin cells regenerate straight after the move though from the hydrofluoric acid he was drenched in when the particle accelerator exploded. We can’t stop him with an antidote because there isn’t one, so what do you think?“

"You wanna go get some fries?

"You didn't listen to a single word I said, did you,”

“Nope.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“So, about those fries-”

“Yeah, fine, you psycho,” Cisco said jokingly, “Go pretty up, not that you need it.” You rolled your eyes and smiled, walking off to the place where you kept spare clothes - in your car. But your heart was fluttering wildly. 

Did Cisco just call you pretty? Well, he did, but did he mean it. You smirked to yourself as you pulled out a black clingy dress you saved for someone special. Since Cisco showed recent signs of succumbing, you slyly slipped it on and complimented the outfit with small obsidian heels.

Back in S.T.A.R Labs, you quickly checked yourself out in a glass panel and admired the way the dress accentuated your figure. Surely Cisco would like it. Though your heels could snap at any moment because of the utter awkwardness of your walk. 

As you stumbled back into the Cortex, Cisco’s eyes were averted from the computer to you, raking his eyes over your body. For a moment you thought he was impressed until he burst out laughing. 

“What in the world are you doing?” He sputtered, nearly crying at the sudden difference in attire; since most of your outfits were jeans and a shirt. “I’m trying to be sexy,” you declared, putting your hands on your hips defensively. “Since when,” Cisco snorted, “Not like Barry’s here.” 

You grumbled unhappily at his assumption that the dress was for Barry. Why can’t he see that you liked him? You slumped onto a chair, kicking off the uncomfortable heels. “Whatever, I’m going to the bathroom to change.” you deadpanned, walking away.

“Alright, I’m changed, let’s get those fri- CISCO WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” you screeched. Cisco looked up nonchalantly as he scrolled through your messages. You had stupidly left your phone with Cisco, the most invasive person ever. 

“Just looking through your messages,” Cisco said casually, as you lunged towards him, “Mom, Brother, me, Caitlin, ooh Barry! Let’s see.” You sprinted around the table of computers but he just strolled around you so you were facing each other. 

“Cisco, give me my phone.” you snarled, not showing the unstoppable fear you had of him looking through the messages. “Nope, this is interesting.” Cisco ran away and locked himself in a room, and you slumped on the door, head in hands. 

“Some how are you’s, some goods, some flashy stuff, aha, a crush! On-on…” Cisco’s voice trailed off and you sighed quietly in defeat. The door slowly unlocked, and you faced an inquisitive Cisco.

“Is this a prank?” he asked suspiciously, eyes squinting. “Um, no,” you confirmed, looking down in shame and embarrassment. When you heard no reply you started quickly walking away in disappointment, knowing the friendship would be ruined.

But heavy footsteps padded behind you, and when you turned around you were met with Cisco’s warm lips. His collided with yours and it was like a fantasy come true. Your head spun wildly and you flung your arms around his neck. You could feel Cisco’s hands holding your face as he hungrily kissed you, as you had both been waiting for this moment for a long time.

You pulled away from the magic of it all and looked into his deep brown eyes. “So what about those fries?” he suggested. “Sure,” you giggled, walking out hand in hand with Cisco.