so I saw this au where there was a countdown on someone’s wrist to the moment they meet their soulmate and I’m a sucker for soulmate and muggle au’s so I decided to write one! I might do one in Harry’s POV if y’all want me to. Enjoy!
3 minutes and 34 seconds. The nerves were growing inside him. Draco had always strived to look his best, however this morning nothing seemed right. Even though his hair was perfectly styled and he tried to look casual but not too casual (even though the man almost always wore a suit). Today he wore a white button up under a black blazer and black skinny jeans. Draco didn’t think it was possible for someone to feel overdressed and underdressed at the same time, but that’s what he was feeling.
Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door
open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor
length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking.
You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt
like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of
him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his
lips with yours and whispering,
“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”
Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck.
You smiled in gratitude before remarking,
“I think I should be the one saying that.”
Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,
“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”
You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.
“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment
t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.
“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for
you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.
He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the
party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your
hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been
more content at the moment.
Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the
crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of
the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as
the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.
Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like
the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart
as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the
pair of you didn’t mind.
Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you
as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed
as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo
Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a
secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none
of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about
it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to
extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close
to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved
But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation,
and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words
tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you
immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist
warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as
could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.
You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage
had been done.
Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued
walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders
were situated, was an obvious sign of that.
Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You
had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted
you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.
However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked
away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually,
Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him,
but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near
You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All
of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had
messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry
had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The
night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be
as social as you could in the given circumstances.
Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere
with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends,
while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some
show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She
knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.
While you were grateful for the company that she provided,
you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that
he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you
the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about
her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry
interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your
phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had
been sent to you.
As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to
come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.
“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some
people before we’re on our way.”
“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”
“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give
him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing
your arm comfortingly.
“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”
The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to
where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in
the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t
expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his
mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.
Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that
you would have to pay the consequences now.
As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It
wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it
wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and
skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you
had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires
of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.
You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your
Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of
you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the
steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt
like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake
as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you
“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started,
before he cut you off.
“Don’t Y/N, just
He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You
had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you
had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to
control his temper around you.
It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops
falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to
his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown
that was deadly to even look at.
“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering
their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you
totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth
before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”
This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never,
ever speak to you like how he just did.
Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out
there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always
treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period,
opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure
that you were happy with him.
“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left
unfinished as the car halted to a stop.
“Get out.” He
“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had
absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you
weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.
“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it
“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard
outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.
He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye,
he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of
the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost
threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing,
and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a
ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.
You tried to refrain him one last time.
“Harry, please stop.”
He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the
driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and
broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain
water pouring down on you heavily.
To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly
out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart.
Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with
one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty
to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful
moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.
In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be
thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around
and rain falling hard on you.
Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going
to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very
guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the
world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with
absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.
And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street,
with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress
ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be
alright between you two again.
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Y/N.
This is going to be a full series but I thought I’d give a disclaimer to prevent any confusion. This is kind of an AU where characters that left the show are still in the pack, just for more of a family vibe.
You walk into your home, your arms full of groceries. “Y/N! You’re here! Stiles got hurt and-” Scott looked up at you desperately.
You dropped the bags on the floor, your instincts kicking in. You kneel in front of Stiles and he smiles at you weakly.
“There you are. I told Scott you’d get here before I died.”
You stroke his hair. “Hush. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead. “You feel warm. Scott get me the thermometer.”
The boy nods and heads to the bathroom.
You examine the gunshot wound in his chest, you put pressure around it but he flinches. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Trust me?” You caress his cheek and he nods. You yell at Scott to grab you some gloves and alcohol while he’s in the bathroom. He returns with everything and you put the gloves on before taking Stiles’ temperature. “It’s 102. You may have an infection.” You sigh as you flip the lid of the alcohol open. “This is going to hurt…and I’m sorry.” You wince as you begin pouring some of the liquid on his wound. Stiles screams in pain and you look at him sympathetically. “It’ll feel better when I’m done. You won’t die, Stiles.” You feel in the hole in his chest for the bullet. “Scott, help me flip him.” Scott nods and you push Stiles over. You take his jacket off and cut his shirt open. “It’s a clean shot. You’ll be fine.” You breathe out in relief.
You send Scott to find you a needle and thread while you tend to Stiles. You’re alerted when a man walks into your house. He looks vaguely familiar but you’re at a loss. “Can I…help you?” You stand up and look at the man in your doorway.
He smiles as you approach him. “Hi..I’m Derek Hale. Scott called me.”
So that’s Derek Hale. You knew you knew him. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile before returning to Stiles. Scott walks in and hands you the supplies before going to talk to Derek. You begin stitching Stiles up, trying to comfort him.
You weren’t exactly sure when it had happened, it just sort of did. You’d become the pack mother. Every pack has either a mother or a father figure aside from the alpha that everyone imprints on. In this case even Stiles had grown close to you. You were a couple years older but you loved them. They practically lived with you and even though you’d gone to school with some of them, you were like a second mother.
You finished the stitches and went to the kitchen to get Stiles a drink. You returned and propped him up on a pillow. “Drink.” You hand him the bottle.
He tries to give it back. “I’m not thirsty.”
“You’re going to drink the water or I will open your mouth and pour it down. Now drink.” You push the water back to him and cross your arms. He sighs and takes a sip. “More, Stiles.” You warn and he rolls his eyes. He drinks more and you turn to Scott. “He should be fine, as long as he does what I tell him to.”
“Thank God. I couldn’t take him to the ER because of my mom. Thank you so much.” He hugged you and you smiled.
“Of course, Scott. That’s what I’m here for. Is everyone coming for dinner?” You both pull away and Scott nods. “Derek, do you want to stay?” You smile at him and he nods.
“Wow. Sourwolf has had a change of heart.” You hear Stiles say quietly.
“Stiles lay down and be quiet” You say as you look over your shoulder. He does as you say and you look back to Derek.
“How do you get them to listen so well?” He chuckles.
“She’s the pack mother. This is the Y/N I was telling you about.”
Derek nods. “You are great with them, Scott tells me a lot.” He smiles.
“I’ve always been a motherly person so I guess it’s just natural.” You hear Isaac enter with Jackson and Lydia.
“Take your shoes off.”
“How do you know they aren’t already off?” Isaac asks.
“Are they?” You smirk at Derek as he watches you interact.
“Maybe. What do you think?” You can practically see the goofy grin on his face.
“Judging by the way the three of you are walking I’d say no. Heavy-footed geniuses.” You turn to look at them, all of them with their shoes intact. “What did I tell you?”
Isaac laughs and you glance back at Stiles. He gives you a thumbs up and you smile.
Everyone else arrived and you were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Derek was helping while the others watched TV.
“So, how does it feel to be a beta to an alpha in high school?“ You teased Derek.
“I don’t know, you tell me.” He smiles.
You laugh. “Touché. I am the pack mother though, that has to count for something.” You turn your attention the Liam and Issac play wrestling. You hear everyone making bets. “Boys!” You cross your arms and everyone turns to look to you.
“Sorry, Y/N.” Liam and Isaac say in unison.
You turn back to Derek. “So why haven’t we ever met?” You hop onto the counter and face him.
“I’m not sure? It’s kind of strange considering we’re in the same pack.” You both laugh. “I’ll tell you what, let me take you out to dinner and we’ll get to know each other better.” Derek smiles.
“Hmm. I might just have to take you up on that.”
“Tomorrow at eight?”
You grin. “It’s a date.”
Scott turns his head. “You guys are going on a date? I didn’t think you’d get along.”
“And I didn’t think you were nosey.” You give him a look and he quickly turns back around.
You’d given Derek your number and he had texted you the next morning to tell you to dress up. You figured you’d go with your slinky blue dress and black heels. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door and you were greeted by Derek.
“Hey.” He breathed out, taking in the sight of you. “You look gorgeous.”
You smiled. “Thanks.”
“You ready to go?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You nod and take his hand, following him to his car. He opens your door and helps you in.
When you arrived at the restaurant he lead you inside. You sat down and he smiled at you.
“I just find it so weird that we didn’t meet until yesterday.” Derek says.
“I know. I’ve been apart of the pack for a few months and I’d only heard your name.”
“Well, I hope you heard good things about my name.” He smiles.
“Mostly..aside from a few comments from Stiles.” You laugh.
“That makes sense.” He grins. “When did they all imprint on you?”
You take a sip of your drink. “About…a month and a half ago. It happened when Scott got hurt. He’d gotten bit pretty badly and he wasn’t healing.”
“Yeah, I remember that. Nobody would let me see him.” Derek nods.
“That’s because I wouldn’t let anyone in.” You smile. “He was under my constant care. I didn’t sleep for weeks while I was watching him. Scott imprinted and everyone else followed suit.”
Derek smiles. “I’ve never met a pack mother so…”
“Young?” You smile and he nods.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with it…to be honest with you I think it’s very attractive.” He smirks.
“Really? That’s good to know. I’ll have to be extra motherly when you’re around.” You laugh.
When your date’s finished Derek drops you off at home. He walks you to your door.
“I had a really great time tonight.” He smiles at you.
“Me too. We will definitely have to do this again.” You nod as you unlock your door. “I’m doing pack dinner again tomorrow if you want to come.”
“Yeah, I’ll be here. Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles. “Bye, Y/N.” He heads for his car and you go inside.
He didn’t kiss you. Did you do something wrong? That was probably the best date you’ve ever had. You go to bed that night with Derek clouding your thoughts.
Jack and terrible flirting. He doesn’t know the effect it has on poor Bits
a/n: this took an unexpected turn, but i hope you like!
Bitty should have known better than to investigate the strangled shouts coming from the kitchen, but he was procrastinating on a paper and had run out of excuses not to start working. It was probably just Ransom and Holster, who’d then beg Bitty to make them bagel bites — “You’re the only one who can make them without burning them. You’re an oven whisperer!” — and then at that point he’d feel obligated to stick around and listen to their antics while the bagel bites cooked. It was foolproof.
Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 4,190 (sorry)
language, mentions of injury, mentions of trauma, some confrontations, Sam being precious, reader self-reflection, mentions of threats, creepy emails
A/N: Guess who’s back…back again…Reader decides to take control of her life and do what she thinks is best. I really liked this part. That’s probably why I went a little crazy.
Apartment 6 hadn’t felt like home for a long time. It was somehow far too big and far too small at the same time.
There wasn’t enough room for Mrs O’Leary to run around, so she was constantly knocking things off tables and skittering on the rug in the lounge, and sometimes when she was particularly excited Annabeth would have to press herself up against the hall wall to avoid being bowled over by her as she ran by. There were boxes hidden in every spare space, storage containers under the desk and folders and loose sheets of paper and pens scattered over every surface.
But there was too much space at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, an empty seat at the dinner table, cold sheets on the other side of the bed. There was a gaping hole looming there, and even though memories of Percy were threatening to spill from every corner of the apartment, Annabeth just couldn’t fill it.
JA RULE DID NOT STEAL THE FYRE FESTIVAL MONEY AND DONATE IT TO CHARITY (he did help raise some money, though)
okay, so there’s a bit of misinformation being spread around and it is partially (not sure how much?? maybe entirely??) my fault, so i feel it is my responsibility to help correct it.
in my stefon post from last night, part of my joke was “ja rule taking those rich kids’ money and giving it to charity” which i meant ENTIRELY AS A JOKE and i didn’t realize people would take it seriously. i am sorry about that - that is entirely on me, and i know that out of the context of my head, it sounds like a statement of fact, thrown in with other funny but ACTUALLY factual things about fyre fest (the sandwiches, [possibly??] the dogs, etc).
sometime last night, as social media was really going to town on fyre fest, jokes started to circulate that amounted to “where is ja rule in this time of crisis,” inspired by an old dave chappelle stand-up bit and due to the fact that ja rule was one of the many celebs who promo’d the fyre festival.
among these jokes were also jokes along the lines of “this is ja with those rich kids’ money” followed by pics of joanne the scammer, and even a screencap circulated of ja rule’s instagram post of the city harvest nyc charity drive (which he performed at and helped raise money for - none of that money came from fyre festival, and happened 2 days before the festival even started) which featured jokes implying ja rule gave all the money away.
it was in the middle of that little flash-in-the-pan “ja rule took the money and ran/gave it away/this is all a robin hood-esque social experiment” that i made my stefon post. i saw the first tag asking “did he really give it to charity” about 200 notes in (i didn’t think it would blow up. i only saw how many notes it had now about an hour ago when i left work). i quickly reblogged it and added this note trying to explain. when i went to be last night, that was the only non-tag addition to my text post, and easily seen from the notes if you clicked the little drop-down box/notes link.
please reblog this and help combat this misinformation! i’m glad you guys got a laugh out of my dumb joke i made half asleep lmao, but ja rule is not robin hood (and he’s actually a homophobic dick irl anyway, so…)
(A/n): I seriously honest to God love this request a lot
Request: *cough* so, uh… I’ve never requested or suggested anything before. But if you ever feel like it, could you write something where Ethan and the female reader meet at a convention or something and end up liking each other? It’s okay if you don’t want to though! ^_^
Warnings: lmao fluff but I do not believe I swore
“So, I’m not prepared.” you mumbled aloud.
Your eyes flickered to meet with the cabbie’s. Cheeks flushing with sudden realization, you apologized swiftly; claiming to have said nothing of importance.
“Alright,” they smiled back “We’re here anyway, miss. That will have to be ten fifteen, please.”
You offered him a shy smile and gave him a twenty “Thank you, keep the change.”
The driver eased you with a smile of his own and observed you leaving the cab.
You turned to wave him off politely. Shaking yourself back around, you faced a large, modern looking building.
“Vidcon…” you uttered dumbly.
Though you have already joined yourself here twice in the past, it was still a striking experience to be welcomed back.
Being a gaming youtuber certainly did have its pros.
“Okay, okay, check list.” you breathed and readied yourself.
“Wallet; check.” you tapped at your left front pocket.
“Phone; check.” you viewed your right hand.
“Bag?” looking at your messenger bag that crossed your front “Check.”
You began to smile to yourself.
The music that lulled from the large building was similar to a soft jazz with an electro mix. It calmed your nerves a bit.
‘Just go inside before you actually lose anything.’ your inner voice stated.
Shaking your head lightly, you stepped your way up to the large door where many, many people stood. Finding your way to a line you otped to wait for a bit.
Your eyes slipped across many faces and tags, walls and signs. You truly were excited for this convention; your first with a panel.
Gliding your way up to the officials, one politely asked for your day time pass.
You smiled at her and patted both of your back pockets.
Slowly, your expression seemed to drain of its original joy. You quaintly looked back at the woman and chuckled gingerly.
‘I’ve forgotten it…’ your mind hissed sourly.
“Are you a plus one, maybe?” the woman asked again.
You were about to shake your head ‘no’, before someone cut you off at the thought.
“Yeah, mine.” the man that stood directly behind you spoke up.
You didn’t venture here with any other friends and you had not planned on meeting up with anyone else prior to arriving. So the declaration came as a shock.
Your mouth moved on it’s own when you were about to deny the statement but the lady was already beaming warmly at the man and asking for his pass instead.
Spinning your head around you briefly locked eyes with him before he pushed you forward, not being able to take in his look fully.
“I told you to wait for me, idiot.” he said funnily.
“I should get you a leash.” they laughed.
The boy nudged you all the way inside the Vidcon building. Then he stopped abruptly. You took this as an opportunity to finally turn and view him.
So you turned and there he stood with a stupid smile. He was clad in a light blue t-shirt with a lapis blue collar. His thin black jeans were cuffed at the ends to show white Chuck Taylor’s.
And his hair, was blue.
“Sorry about that.” he admitted.
“You realize you just payed for my whole day, right?” You mumbled, looking him directly in the eyes.
He smiled “Yeah, make sure I didn’t waste my money?” he joked right after.
“I- no of course not!” laughing nervously, you continued “Thank you very much.”
“Don’t mention it!”
“I am a youtuber though,” you chuckled “I have a panel today.”
“Oh! I hope to see it then,” he chanced a bigger grin “My name is Ethan.”
You struck out your hand for him “(Y/n).” lips contorting into a smile.
Ethan shook it heartily.
Eventually, you both parted ways with warm goodbyes. You hoped to face him again sooner or later, but as of right now you need to prepare for your panel.
“Alright, okay, shush!” you laughed into your hand mic.
Your audience of fans quieted soon after your demand and you continued with thanking them. You told them that you were going to start with a small Q&A. The funny kind.
“If you don’t ask it in a funny voice, you don’t get an answer from me.” you declared.
Pushing back some of your (h/c) hair, you beamed at some of the hilarious voices that were strewn out during the event.
“Am I excited for one million? Ah, no, of course not. That’s a stupid question.” you scoffed. The crowd rippled with common laughter.
“Okay~! One more.” you chuckled.
Pulling your hand up, your eyes raked over the people in front of you. Finding it difficult to pick, you sighed dreamily into your microphone. Though, soon your eyes landed upon a mess of blue. Ethan.
You let your pointed finger drop on his raised hand as you face danced with familiar happiness.
Ethan coughed to begin with before a gruff voice parted his lips “Ah, are you usually forgetful?”
Head falling back with laughter, you fans seemed confused at first, but then actually recognized him.
They started to chat his name.
You laughed even harder and his face flushed with a contrast to his hair, and shirt.
“Guys, shh! Shhh! I had to sneak away from Tyler and Mark to get here!” The blue haired boy cried.
The large auditorium was charmed with even more laughter. Then, you answered.
“Yeah, I would say that I am. It’s a bummer that I can’t have more people like you around me that pay for my entire day though.”
The audience erupted with ‘awwwe’s and Ethan chuckled, scratching his neck with a dopey smile.
“That’s really all the time that I have! Thank you tons for coming out to see me, had I hope to see you all next year!”
❆ ❆ ❆
You left the back of your panel stage with a small smile. You went through one of the side exits right to the main ground.
You hoped to walk around a bit and see all the other booths and maybe meet up with your corresponding youtube friends.
The voice came suddenly, but you still recognized the tone to be Ethan. The smile of your face slipped into an even larger one.
“Ethan!” you called back jokingly.
Ethan met you halfway and looked at you with a goof smile plastered to his lips.
“You did great up there.” he laughed, viewing your eyes.
“Hey thanks, you made it worth it.”
Ethan’s smile never faltered as he spoke again, though his eyes did shift nervously.
“I was coming to ask if you might want to join Mark and I up on our own panel!” he blurted “I mean- of course you don’t have to, you probably are tired from just doing yours but I just thou–”
“I sure will.” you said.
“Really?” he dazed, sounding like an excited child.
“Only if afterwards you join me for coffee. I’ll pay.” you challenged, offering him a charming smile.
“Where’s your friend?” Liam asked when he and Brett passed each other during the usual patrol.
“She’s um… over there why?” Brett replied and glanced over in the direction of your heartbeat to make sure you were still heading into the right direction.
Liam followed his gaze to where you were slowly crunching through the leaves. “She’s cute, she from school because she doesn’t smell like a werewolf?” Liam jumped a little when Brett turned back to him and growled.
Last prompt for @averca. I’m so sorry this is late! I’m hoping to at least get started on some of the other stuff that’s sitting in my ask box, and hopefully I can post more writing once I get out of school on Thursday. Thank you all for being patient!
Prompt: “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“I can’t believe you dragged me here,” Will said as he stared at the building in front of him. It was a squat, brick structure situated in the middle of a large parking lot. It could’ve easily passed for another abandoned shopping center if not for the dark coverings over the windows, the enormous line stretching out the front door, and the sign beside the road that read: MELANCHOLY’S REALM: AMERICA’S MOST TERRIFYING HAUNTED HOUSE!
“C’mon, Will, don’t be such a buzzkill,” Cecil said. “I heard they use real chainsaws at this place. That’s, like, illegal in fifteen states.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal in every state,” Will muttered, rolling his eyes. Cecil ignored his comment and joined the end of the line.
“What’s your problem with haunted houses, anyway?” Cecil asked as Will followed him.
Will bit his lip and shifted awkwardly, “They’re just… stupid and cheesy, that’s all. A bunch of halloween bogus to scam suckers out of their money.”
“I’m the one who’s paying for this, why do you have a problem with it?” Cecil said. A look of realization crossed his face, “Wait a minute, you aren’t actually scared, are you?”
Will threw up his hands defensively, “What? No, of course not!”
Cecil smirked, “Whatever you say, Solace.”
After several minutes of waiting, they reached the front of the line. A heavy set asian guy took the wad of cash Cecil forked over and gestured for them to enter.
They pushed through a pair of plain looking doors and found themselves in what looked like an abandoned grocery store. The room had no real walls, instead it was divided by enormous sheets of black plastic hanging from the ceiling that seemed to transform the room into a maze of twisting corridors and cramped rooms. Multi-colored lights played across the space, bathing everything in a medley of acid greens, neon pinks, and electric blues. Clouds of dry-ice smoke covered the floor and permeated the air with a sour odor. Shrieks and giggles echoed throughout the facility.
Will’s gut clenched as Cecil grabbed his arm and pulled him toward a group of several other patrons gathered in a corner. Will peered over the heads of the crowd and spotted a tour guide at the heart of the assembly. The guide was small and had an impish face peeking out from under a curly mop of dark hair. A dangerous spark glittered in his eyes, and his mouth was twisted into a devilish smirk.
“Hello, hello, hello,” The guide said. His eyes scanned the crowd as if he were a cat searching for prey. “Welcome to Melancholy’s Realm, the most terrifying place in America. My name’s Leo, and I am here to take you on a journey to meet the awful spirits that haunt this place.”
While he knew that the speech was hogwash, Will couldn’t help the chill that raced down his spine as he listened to the way Leo’s words seemed to drip with a certain eeriness. His gaze darted to Cecil, who hung on the guide’s every word, transfixed.
“The story of Melancholy’s Realm is an unfortunate one,” Leo continued. “Long ago, there was a hospital that was said to have the cure to any injury or disease one could suffer from. People started hearing about this place of miracles, and soon enough they were arriving by the truckload, begging to be helped. The nurses and doctors did as they promised, and even those with the trickiest illnesses were healed.
“However, strange things began happening to the patients. They would wander out of their beds at night, say things to the doctors that made no sense, and they began having violent mood swings. The doctors did everything they could to solve the problems, but nothing worked. Finally, one night the patients suddenly climbed from their beds and formed a sort of army. They smashed equipment and murdered the workers, and once they were done, they collapsed. Bodies littered every room of the hospital, and even the police were too horrified to enter. Finally, they removed the dead and investigated, but no one ever figured out what happened to the patients. It remains a mystery to this day. But, many say that at night you can hear the screams of the dead patients, telling of their guilt over killing the staff, and how they were transformed into the monsters that destroyed the hospital.”
The story’s end was punctuated by silence from the group, accompanied by far-off cries coming from the opposite end of the room.
Leo cleared his throat, breaking the quiet. “But now, it’s time for us to discover the truth, and venture into the dark depths of Melancholy’s Realm!” He stepped towards the entrance to the labyrinth of black plastic and gestured for the group to follow.
Will moved with everyone else, making sure to stay close to Cecil. His heart thudded in his ears as they made their way through a narrow passage and filed into a room.
The room was tiny, barely large enough to fit the patrons, actors, and props. A hospital bed stood in the center of the space, covered by a white sheet spattered with fake blood. Two actors wearing tattered scrubs loomed over the bed, their faces hidden by the darkness as they murmured to each other in hissing whispers.
“This is the operation room,” Leo said. “There are some gruesome rumors about this place. You never know what might come out of here.”
Suddenly, a figure shot up from the bed, tossing aside the sheet as a horrible cry tore through the air. The patrons shrieked and all dashed for the door at once.
Will’s heart was thundering in his chest now. Blood roared through his ears and the room seemed to tilt dangerously. Without warning, his knees gave out, and Will felt himself toppling downward as the world sank into darkness.
The only thing Will was aware of was the rough caress of asphalt against his back. His thoughts were muddled, and the world around him was lost in a murky haze. He blinked several times to clear his vision, and found himself lying in the middle of a parking lot, gazing up at a night sky dotted with stars.
“Are you alright?” a voice asked.
Will turned his head and spotted a boy with raven black hair and olive skin kneeling beside him. “I-yeah, I guess,” Will replied.
“My name’s Nico,” the boy said. A slight grin played on his lips, “I work in the haunted house and I saw your group going through. You must’ve been pretty freaked out, though. You fainted straight into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Will’s cheeks colored, “Oh, I, uh, sorry, I guess?”
Nico laughed and waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” he said.
“How long have I been out?” Will asked.
Nico shrugged, “About ten minutes, nothing huge.”
“And my friend-Cecil-he was with that tour. Does he know where I am?” Will said, propping himself up on his elbows.
“I’m not even sure if he saw you,” Nico replied. “He seemed to be having the time of his life. Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited as soon as the group comes out of the building.”
Will’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “That sounds like him.”
“I take it you don’t go to haunted houses much?” Nico asked.
“No, not really,” Will admitted, “I only came tonight because Cecil insisted. Honestly, I’m terrified of stuff like this.”
“You aren’t the only one. You wouldn’t believe how many people I’ve had in this same situation over the last few weeks,” Nico said.
An amused smile spread across Will’s face, “You mean other people have fainted in there?”
“Yep. My friends decided to rent this abandon grocery store about a year ago start a haunted house. I agreed to work for them so I could make an extra buck. Although, I hate showing my face, so most of the time I just end up playing covered hospital corpses like I was tonight. Our place must actually be pretty terrifying, though. The number of people I’ve had to pull out of there is shocking,” Nico explained.
Will shrugged, “Good to know I’m not the only one.”
Their conversation came to an abrupt end when will heard Cecil shouting for him across the parking lot.
“I’ve got to go,” he said.
He turned to walk away, but before he could move, Nico snatched his wrist. “Wait, before you go, let me give you my number.”
Will gaped at him and Nico averted his eyes. “Y-you know, for safety purposes,” he said. “I want to make sure you get home okay.”
Will’s face lit up like a thousand light bulbs, “Sounds fine to me.”
This is something I started a few days ago to practice my smut-writing skills (this is like the first fully completed one that I’ve written, and the first for EXO)… I got kinda invested in it and so, yeah…Here it is~ You don’t have to read it, of course, if you’re not into smut or anything (it’s probably not very good anyway lol). Anyway, here goes nothing…
Genre: X Reader, literally just smut, smut, smut (so basically PWP)
Member(s): Well, if you couldn’t tell from the title, it’s Chanyeol (who btw has been slaying it in that L’Officiele Hommes photoshoot)
POV: Second person
Warning(s): Potentially cringy due to my utter lack of any experience with a guy, not to mention the whole thing is smut so like…the (M) for mature should be a warning in itself
Summary: Smut. No plot-line to follow, just…yeah.
That was the word that echoed against the walls, the word that bounced its way down the hall, the word that resounded in your and his ears as you looked down at him, sitting on his stomach as he laid on the bed.
“(y/n),” he whimpered, wiggling beneath you. “Touch me, please!”
Chanyeol stared up at you, his eyes dark and lusty as hell. It was almost enough for you to change your mind. You knew what he was capable of, but…this was supposed to be your turn.
It’d been months since you had last seen him, touched him, breathed his scent, and now, you were just about ready to rip everything off of him, which was very uncharacteristic for you, since you were usually a sub. Hence this experiment.
Spencer was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. He’d been lying in bed for an hour trying to convince his body to give in to the darkness but he just couldn’t shut off.
Sighing, he pulled out his cell. It was a long shot, it was 2am after all. But he wondered whether she’d be online still. The mysterious woman he’d started talking to five weeks ago on chatzone. Reid had made a profile on the site after overhearing Penelope telling JJ that she’d met her latest beau on there. Garcia was Pink-oracle, Reid had accidentally come across her online one night, and had quickly exited that chat room. He hadn’t uploaded any photos but he wasn’t taking any chances on Penny working out who Drblackjack21 was.
One evening he’d taken the plunge and private messaged a woman he’d been speaking with casually in a literary lovers chat room. Trancedancequeen was her screen name and she’d made a few casual remarks about one of his favourite authors and they’d struck up a banter. She was 28 and lived in the D.C area, which was intriguing for Spencer to know. Not that he’d ever end up meeting anyone from the internet…. Although, it had worked for Garcia, so who knew.
Trancedancequeen and Dr blackjack21 had fallen into easy conversation with each other, and most nights when Spencer logged in, she was there. A few times he’d beat her to it, and there were occasions that they missed each other, just leaving the odd offline message for each other which they’d respond to when they logged in. It was…. nice. Spencer found himself being bolder and feeling more confident speaking to this woman from behind a computer or cell phone screen, depending on what he was using. They shared similar interests in TV, films and literature and this woman didn’t seem bothered when he told her that he worked away a lot. She was apparently out of town a lot too, on business trips, although neither of them had shared what they did with each other.
The past few chats he’d had found himself engaging in what one could construe as risqué conversation. Not anything too bad, but Trancedancequeen had made a comment about finding a certain celebrity attractive, and then the conversation had turned from there into what their types were physically. TDQ had told Spencer she had long brown hair and green eyes, she was slim but curvy at the same time according to her description, and she liked tall guys with nice hair and nice lips. Not that her physicality mattered to Spencer too much, but she DID sound attractive. When Reid had described himself to her, she’d responded with, “You sound like just my type,” and then had proceeded to throw some flirty comments his way. At first he wasn’t sure how to respond to them but he just decided to throw caution to the wind, and go with it. He’d been talking to her earlier but had logged off to try and get some sleep, he didn’t have to go to work tomorrow but he’d felt exhausted after the week he’d had. But his brain was unable to rest. Logging back into the app, he was surprised to see the little light by her icon, a cartoon of a grinning kitten, flashing; signalling she was still online. He clicked the private message option.
Drblackjack21: Hi. Can’t sleep. Guess you couldn’t either.
TranceDancequeen: Nope… Can’t get my brain to stop thinking about work. Long week. Won’t bore you.
Dr: I don’t think you could ever bore me.
TDQ: Oh hush now. Smooth lines like that combined with the bottle of wine I’ve drank, and I’ll think you’re flirting with me.
Spencer grinned to himself and shifted on the bed.
Dr: What if I am?
TDQ: Then by all means, flirt some more. Wuu2?
Reid had initially had to Google the shorthand text speak that she’d used sometimes, not being used to it.
Dr: I’m lying in bed. I’m not really that good at flirting though.
TDQ: I’m in bed too. And I’m sure you are, you perhaps just don’t realise it.
Dr: Really, I’m not. Trust me.
TDQ: We’ll see. If you think you’re bad at flirting, how are you at sexting?
Spencer’s jaw dropped a little and he paused, not quite knowing how to respond.
TDQ; Shit, I’m sorry. I blame the wine. Unless… Of course, you want to?
Dr: Erm, I’ve never actually done it before…. But, I’m willing to try?
Spencer couldn’t believe he’d wrote that, he’d be terrible at this and she’d probably never end up speaking to him again. But….
TDQ: Alright…. So I’m lying in bed in my pink panties and a camisole. If you were lying with me, what would you do.
TDQ: PS - it’s that simple, but if you don’t want to then we can talk about something else.
Okay. Reid could do this.
Dr: If I was lying next to you (in nothing but my blue boxers), I’d start running my hand up and down your arm before moving your hair to one side and kissing your neck softly.
TDQ: I’d shiver at your touch and move my body closer to yours, my nipples hardening through my top at the feeling of your lips on me.
Fuck. She wasn’t wasting any time here. Spencer typed out a reply, thinking quickly. If he was with her, what would he actually do, that was all he had to write.
Dr: My hand drifts drift over to your chest, my fingers gently catching on your nipples, my lips moving lower.
The conversation went on in a similar vein for a while, Spencer feeling his dick growing hard and swapping his cell so the he could type with one hand, lightly palming himself with the other.
TDQ: I stroke up and down your length slowly, gripping you as your hands explore between my legs, feeling how wet I am.
Another message flashed up: click to view attachment.
Spender clicked it.
Jesus fucking christ.
The camera was at such an angle so that it showed the neck down only. She was holding her arm out and the photo showed her lying on her bed, the covers thrown off. The camisole she’d described was pulled down, exposing a pair of full, pale breasts with hardened pink peaks to the camera. The hand that wasn’t taking the photo, was between her legs, inside her underwear. Spencer groaned, licking his lips at the image. That was sexy as hell.
TDQ: You like?
Dr: Fuck…. I love.
TDQ: What about this one?
Another attachment appear and Spencer clicked it. It was a close up photo of her underwear, her legs spread. Spencer could see the discoloration of the fabric and his dick twitched when he realised why.
TDQ: See what you’re doing to me, doctor?
Dr: Oh fuck, I see. God, if I was there with you, I’d have to taste that.
TDQ: The question is…. What am I doing to you…
Could he? Fuck it. Spencer pushed his boxers down and took his cock into his hands, switching to camera mode and snapping a photo of his erection.
It didn’t look too bad…not that he really knew how a dick pic should look. Was there a certain etiquette to it?
Here’s to nothing. Spencer sent it.
TDQ: Oh my! Well…. I think I’d quite like to get my lips around that. Imagine them gliding up and down your shaft.
Spencer moaned as he imagined a brunette head of hair bobbing up and down on his dick as he slid his hand up and down it, feeling pre cum gathering at the tip. Typing was becoming a problem now, but he managed it anyway.
Dr: It would feel so good. I’d want to feel those wet lips on mine so I could make you feel the same way.
TDQ: Fuck, that sounds amazing. Grinding on your face as I suck you off. I’m so nearly there.
So was Reid. He was pumping faster now, going back to looking at the images she’d sent him.
Dr: I’d suck your clit in between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, feeling how wet you are for me.
There was a pause in her reply this time, but Reid could see that she was still online. He used that pause to his advantage, stroking himself harder, his hips bucking off the bed slightly as he felt the pressure begin to build up. Making sure his cover was clear of himself, he let the pressure release, feeling hot liquid spilling out onto his tummy just as another message flashed up.
TDQ: Fuck me….I just came so hard thinking of your head between my legs.
Reaching into his bedside drawer, Reid pulled out some baby wipes and quickly cleaned himself up, before typing back.
Dr: God, me too. That was… Wow.
TDQ: Yep… I suddenly feel ready to sleep. I don’t… Erm. I don’t normally do that by the way. Not on here. Thank you. It certainly released some tension. I’m logging off now. Speak tomorrow?
Dr: I’m glad I could help. And same. I’ve never done anything like that. Definitely speak tomorrow.
TDQ: Night night doctor.
He saw her light flash off to signal she’d logged off, and he did the same, settling down now feeling somewhat relaxed.
When Spencer awoke the next morning he logged straight back into chatzone. She normally wasn’t online so early at the weekends but he thought he’d give it ago.
She wasn’t online, but he could see she’d left him a message an hour ago.
TDQ: Hey. I’m probably overstepping a line here but, we both live in the same area and…. Well, I think that maybe we’d get on in real life. Would you maybe… Want to meet? I’m not a serial killer, I promise :)
Spencer hesitated before replying. He did get on with her, and last night was hella hot. And… Well it had worked out for Penelope. But it was completely out of the ordinary for him. But then again, so was last night. Maybe he did need to start taking some chances.
Dr: Okay. We can do that. I’m free this weekend, just name a time and place.
Spencer set his phone down, checking or every half an hour or so as he went about his morning errands. Finally at around 11am, he logged on to see she’d replied.
TDQ: Excellent. There’s a book cafe on second? Mutal ground. I can be there for 2pm. I’m feeling a daytime meet, just to make sure. :)
Spencer knew the place, and could see that she was still logged in. The message had only been sent three minutes ago.
Dr: Sounds like a plan. How will I known its you?
TDQ: I’ll try to get the booth in the corner and I’ll wear a dark purple sweater with silver stars on it. If we get on as well as I think we will, I’ll tell you my real name and give you my number.
Dr: Alright, I’ll be wearing a green duffel coat with a purple scarf. I’ll see you soon.
Spencer was nervous, so extremely nervous. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He pushed open the door of the cafe, inhaling the mixture of caffeine and books, and looked around.
She’d said she’d try for the corner booth so he made his way to the back, scanning the room for someone with brown hair and a purple sweater.
He could see a young woman sitting in the booth, chocolate brown hair loose over her shoulders and as he approached, he could see silver stars glittering on a purple jumper. She looked up from her phone which she’d been studying, tapping away, and then locked eyes with Spencer just as he reached the table.
It was only then he realised that he knew this girl.
Extremely well in fact. They’d worked together for the past eighteen months.
Her eyes raked over him, taking in his green duffel coat and purple scarf and Spencer saw her mouth form into an ‘o’ as she came to the same realisation just as he did, blushes forming on both of their cheeks.
AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut.
Request from @thedreamsofafangirl: Could you write an imagine where Draco gets sick but is allergic to the main ingredient in pepper up potion and y/n is a great potion maker and she nursed him back to health?
Sure thing :) thank you so much for your kind words!! it means a lot :D
*I am so sorry this has been ages! It’s been in my drafts for like two months and I totally already thought i’d posted it 😬 thank you so much though!!*
Hi :D Could you please do "You’re not listening to anything, your headphones are unplugged!” for Marichat? (and maybe if you could also add in somewhere “Don’t. Just don’t, you’re embarrassing me.“ would be great! :D
“You’re not listening to anything!” Chat Noir exclaimed, pointing a clawed finger in accusation. “Your headphones are unplugged!”
“I can’t hear you,” Marinette mouthed before turning her attention back to her computer.
“It doesn’t make sense for you not to make noise if you’re the one who can’t hear me,” he grumbled. “You’re just being ridiculous.”
“She’s very upset with you, Chat,” Tikki said primly from her perch on top of the monitor.
“I know she is! I’ve been trying to apologize.”
“You purposefully sought out her identity. It was a betrayal of trust,” Tikki continued.
“I really am sorry.”
“Are you though?” Marinette turned in her desk chair, pulling the headphones down. “You followed me home, Chat.”
He hung his head. “I was worried about you. You weren’t acting like yourself.”
“I was having a really bad day.”
“I realize that now. I was just afraid…”
Marinette frowned. “Afraid of what?”
Chat Noir looked up at her then. “You were upset and vulnerable and we don’t know for sure that we can’t be akumatized.”
Her face softened. “You were worried about me.”
“Of course I was.” He scooted his chair closer. “If it ever comes down between protecting you or having you mad at me, I’m going to choose protecting you every single time, my Lady.”
She turned her head away. “Stop giving me the pitiful cat eyes. I’ve already forgiven you.”
“Really?” he asked hopefully.
Marinette rolled her eyes and smiled at him. “Yes, my silly kitty. You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you? You’re kind of like my knight in shining armor.”
He flushed. “Don’t…just don’t, you’re embarrassing me. You mean the world to me, Marinette. I’m not going to let anything happen to you if I can help it.”
“So…uh, do you want to know who I am?”
“I…yes,” Marinette blushed. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course it is! This is going to be great because we’ve actually known each other this whole time!”
Marinette’s brows knitted together. “We have?”
“Plagg, claws in!” Chat Noir whooped joyously.
He flashed her a shining smile. “Mind if I still call you Princess?”
Submitted by @sheep–demon :
Can you write a fic about the red lion reacting to Lance and how Lance bonds with her and keeps his bond with Blue?
I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND THIS IS SO SHORT, BUT HERE IT IS
Lance was blue. He had the lion, the suit. Even his eyes were blue, and more importantly his lion chose him. Blue had had all five of them there, and though Lance was pretty sure there were definitely some people out there better suited for defending the universe, Blue picked him. He was her paladin, and he couldn’t help but resent Allura as she climbed in her cockpit and took her out for a spin. Now, he stared up at Red. Keith red, like his jacket. Like fire, and the shorter boy’s personality. Red burned hot, while Blue was a cool ice. He didn’t know exactly he’d ended up stepping on Keith’s heels again, but didn’t complain. Not publicly, and when the team was already so wracked with grief over Shiro’s disappearance. So instead, he sat with Red and did his best to pretend he didn’t mind being her pilot.
“So you and me, we’re partners now,” Lance spoke, seating himself at the edge of the particle barrier and leaning against it. “I’m not sure how I feel about that, honestly. I don’t feel like this is me, but we all do what we have to, right?” As he spoke he felt Blue nudge at him, warmth and approval radiating from her presence in his mind. She spoke steady reassurances to him, so Lance pressed on.
“I’m sorry if I’m rambling, does Keith ramble? Probably not. He probably just like, nods his head or something and you’ll let him in. That’d totally be his thing, all cool and edgy.” He laughed a little to himself at the thought, the corners of his lips turned up as he glanced over his shoulder at Red.
“You know, with Blue I just knocked. She’s understanding like that, and she also thought I was funny and liked my shirt. The little things, you know?” His smile stretched a little further, still staring at Red. “I wonder what I’ve gotta do with you. Open sesame?” Lance was mostly joking, but Red let out a growl and Lance fell onto his back as the particle barrier dissipated. He felt amusement prod at the back of his head, both from Blue who he could hear laughing and from Red. He wondered how long it would be until he could hear Red speak like Blue did. As the thought ran through his head, a sense of confusion and pride washed over him. Pride from Blue, a little haughty too though Lance couldn’t fathom why. The confusion appeared to be Red, and if she wasn’t a robot Lance could see a house cat cocking its head to the side.
‘She doesn’t speak with her human,’ Blue explained, and Lance blushed. Red appeared to be miffed, but she opened her jaw and Lance walked inside. He was surprised by how natural that felt, honestly. As Red had lowered her barrier, Lance felt something else waking up and stretching within him. A little bit of excitement, of nerves and emotion spread through him. As Lance sat in the seat and gripped the control stick, he couldn’t help but grin. Perhaps Lance didn’t always have to be blue after all. Red and blue could mix, because Lance was starting to think maybe he wouldn’t mind having a little bit of purple in his life.