ugh this looked so much better in my head i'm sorry

12.18 coda

Sam tells him in the diner that satyrs lure people away with a promise of pleasure just so they can eat them raw.

Dean thinks that well-meaning waitresses might work the same way.

She gives him a smile, a sweet one that’s everything right with a world so far from his own, and he’s able to let go of his stress after days of stewing in desperate silence. She grabs his hand and leads him out back after the dinner rush slows, and Dean knows he won’t be going back to the motel with Sam tonight. He’ll be wandering, bare foot and chasing a half-real high.

And it works. His body takes over as soon as that door shuts and it tells him he’s happy. But he can feel her teeth digging into him just the wrong side of too hard when they kiss. Her nails gouge deep into his shoulders, leave marks, remind him again that he’s hurting. Her pours his passion into her and he leaves himself cold and empty in the process. 

She devours him and she doesn’t even know she’s doing it.

He lies there in bed with her long after she’s curled up and gone to sleep but invited him to stay, facing away from him in a strip of exposed moonlight. Dean runs one hand softly along the swell of his chest, the closed cavity of his heart, just to make sure that he’s still all there. He stays.

Taptaptaps his fingers. Just can’t seem to help himself. Still longing. Still worrying.

He rolls onto her again in the morning after a bad dream wakes him up and they fuck against her bedroom door before they leave. Dean keeps his tie askew even when he drops her off at the restaurant. He arches desperately closer into her in the doorway, seeking warmth, and he forgets to care if anyone is watching him.

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Fred Imagine 4

Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!

alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !


“-she needs someone to watch her!”

“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.

“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”

You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”

Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.

“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”

“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”

You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?

“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”

“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”

“I know but-”

“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.

“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”

You looked at Harry for his response.

“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.

Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.

“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.

“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.

“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”

“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.


“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up. 

You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.

“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books. 

For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).

Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.

Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?

Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts. 

Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!

Honestly, it was getting very annoying. 

“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”

“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.

Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating! 

“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”

You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.

“Fred! What the f-”

“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth. 

Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. 

“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.

“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.

“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.

“Is that….” you began.

Fred nodded in response.

“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”

“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”

Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.

“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”

You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”

“Hey it’s-”

“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!” 

You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair. 

Fred pulled you into a hug. 

“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”

“No?” You questioned.

“It would be me.”

You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.

After a moment you pulled apart. 

“We won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

“Okay.”

concerts with shawn include...

 hi ok I’ve had this in my drafts for a week or two but decided to post bc its spawns birthday and why the hell not 

ps I’m aware it kinda sucks but this is all I want in life so idc lol just tell me what y'all think or something!!!


  • begging him to go to some indie band you really liked at a small, GA only venue
  • Shawn a little apprehensive but couldn’t say no after seeing your face
  • “babe, you sure it’ll be okay?” as you two walk towards the venue
  • “Shawn come on it’s not like you’re famous or anything, right?” with the biggest grin on your face
  • he laughs because as much as he wanted to make sure you stay safe, he knows you can take care of yourself
  • shawn recording the band but switching to record you too because he never wants to forget the look on your face 
  • towards the end, you finally get him to jump around and dance with you
  • posting a picture that you asked someone to take of you and shawn before the concert 
    •  a cute candid of you two still posed but you were laughing and Shawn was looking at you full of love
    • “saw one of my fave bands w my fave boy”
  • afterwards you two end up at an empty dennys or waffle house or small diner 
  • still being on a post concert high and having the time of your life with each other 

  • finally getting to go to one of his concerts after flying out to see him on tour
  • Shawn dragging you around backstage to introduce you to his friends and crew
  • the two of you exploring the venue
  • probably ending up in some empty hallway making out because “if you think I’m waiting any longer then you’re insane”
  • not going too heated though because Andrew keeps calling him to go to soundcheck
  • standing in the back of the room with Matt during the Q&A
    • so you could still get the true experience without making a scene or distracting Shawn
  • hanging out with everyone in the green room and watching Shawn do any pre concert rituals
  • right before he goes on stage, you give him a quick good luck kiss
  • standing side stage for the beginning
  • During the bridge of TNHMB, he looks over at you with the biggest smile
  • finally seeing how truly happy he is on stage makes all the distance worth it
  • Matt and you going to the light/sound area before Shawn goes to the B stage
  • he runs past you on his way but not before blowing a kiss, winking at you, or something equally ridiculous 
  • after the concert you make your way backstage again 
  • Shawn immediately coming over to kiss you
  • “ew you smell, go take a shower”
  • “this is the rock star life, you better get used to it” before trying to hug you
  • “this rock star better find a new girlfriend then” as you push him towards the showers
  • 10 minutes later, you’re sitting on the couch and feel Shawn drop next you
  • Shawn pulls your legs onto his lap and your head finds his shoulder and says, “I’m so happy you’re here with me now”
  • turning your head and quickly kissing his cheek before pulling him up to get some food so you two can go to the hotel
Softly || Peter Parker x Reader

I’m a little stressed about my latest story not showing in the tumblr app tags 。゚(TヮT)゚。 it isn’t a big deal, not really, but I rely so much on using this app, so I would really like my story to show. I’m just going to post a short peter drabble to make me feel better ♡

warnings: slightly sexual content. Not full on smut, but lots of kisses are exchanged 。゚(TヮT)゚。

don’t repost or plagiarize this! Reblogs are fine!

-——————-

Peter wakes up to feeling someone softly kissing him, the sensation making the young man smile as he was roused from his slumber.

“Hello, sleeping handsome.” You whisper against his lips.

You feel his smile widen against your skin and continue peppering kisses all across his face. “Babe, what’s wrong? I was sleeping.” You don’t answer him, still kissing his features when you felt Peter wrap his arms around your back.

“I mean, not that I mind or anything, it’s just- we kind of have school tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, I would much rather spend the whole night kissing you.”

“Babe-” you cut off his protests when you kiss him deeply, stopping all of your feather light kisses when you straddled his waist.

His groans seemed to spur you on as your hands gently rubbed against his chest, dipping beneath his shirt to touch at his bare skin. Feeling his warmth, you gently scratch at his abdomen with your fingernails, making him groan even louder in response. Peter could no longer take your teasing touches when he immediately flipped you back on the bed so that he was hovering over you.

You moan Peter’s name and delve your fingers into his hair, laying back with your neck exposed to him as he began to scatter love bites across your skin. While you felt him playful pull and tease at your neck, you suddenly felt a drowsiness wash over you. Your grip against his hair had significantly loosened, and Peter could feel the change in you when you slumped against him. “Argh, babe, no way! We were just getting to the good part!”

“I know handsome, and I’m really sorry, but now I feel really tired.” You lift up his head to give him an apologetic kiss, “You can still kiss me if you want. I’ll just be asleep…”

Peter snorts and gets off of you, laying next to you as he pulled you toward his chest, “Hell no. Call me whipped or whatever, but I don’t like waking you up.”

You were practically grinning at him now, “But you let me wake you up when I kept kissing you.”

He blushes and looks away from you, “Yeah…because I love you. I don’t mind losing sleep because of you.”

You yawn and let out a sleepy giggle, “Then I guess it’s good that you stopped. We do still have school in the morning.”

“Ugh, I hate you so much for being a tease.”

You laugh and press a kiss against his chest, “And I know that you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

[end]

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

 ***

           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

*** 

           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

anonymous asked:

Some people like the phantom and I just... hate him?? I dont undersrand how ppl like him? This is not to start discourse or anything I'm just curious? Am I missing key part of his character?

Hello, anon! There’s nothing wrong with not liking Erik. He’s a fictional character, and as such, people can like him… or not. You shouldn’t feel ashamed if you don’t like him, just because many phans do. 

Now, why is he so popular in the phandom? Let’s start with saying that he is an iconic character. Like Frankenstein’s creature, like Dracula, like freaking Darth Vader. The iconic mask (a full one in the original book by Leroux), the Svengali-like hypnotic power of his voice, his genius… But the thing that makes him unique among the “monsters” of gothic literature is that he is not a real monster. He’s human. Everything he does, even the most terrible things, comes from this: his human and desperate search for love. The dicotomy of his character is most fascinating: he’s a genius, but also a manchild; his voice is angelic, but his ugliness makes him look like a devil; he’s all-powerful and terrifying, and yet cries and crawls at Christine’s feet; he’s “made of death from head to toe”, but he’s also very much alive. Personally, I find this latter trait the most interesting in him: his relationship with Death. He is Death, because he looks like it, and so he kills. Why should he feel any remorse about it? (You should, Erik, you sorry f*ck, but this is another story.) He doesn’t see himself as part of the human race, but he wants to belong to it. He wants a normal life - a wife, even. A living bride. The truth is that he wants someone to make him understand that he is not the monster that people think he is. (And of course, he’s become a monster by reaction.)

Christine succeeds in this. Not only in Erik’s eyes, when she cries with him and sees him as human (as he sees her) for the first time. But, most important, in our eyes - us readers. 

The charm of his character comes from this dicotomy, I think: monster/human. The age-old fascination of human race with the horror of the world: why do so many good people like villains (including myself) and redemption arcs (also, Beauty and the Beast stories)? Because humanity needs to believe that people can be better than that. That people can change. Most of the time, not for the sake of others, but their own. They see Erik, an ugly, isolated beast, and identify with his sorrows. They want him to be happy because they want themselves to be happy. It’s not wrong: it’s the most human thing to do. Seeing the spark of light in the darkness and following it to the sun. There’s a quote by the Italian author Italo Calvino (I’m Italian, and that explains my poor English), here it is: 

There are two ways to escape suffering [hell]. The first is easy for many: accept the hell and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and learning: seek and be able to recognize who and what, in the midst of the hell, are not hell, then make them endure, give them space.

I read his book, The invisible cities, when I was 15, and then I understood, thanks to my personal experiences, what those words meant for me.

Now, I don’t like when Erik is woobiefied into a “misunderstood cinnamon roll”, because he isn’t. He’s a deeply disturbed man, a murderer. But we, like Christine and the Persian, can feel actual compassion for him, even identify with his isolation and sorrow. Because he’s very much a grey character, and so is the real world: not everything is in black and white. So yes, we can like a villain (in Erik’s case, an anti-villain), but don’t justify their actions. 

Dear anon, this is (partly) why phans like Erik and why he’s such an iconic character. On the other hand, you’re absolutely free to hate him. One thing is to hate a character, and that is in your right; another one is to spread that hate - don’t go on someone else’s blog and say: “It’s wrong to love this character, you’re scum”: it’s rude. I’m sure you know already. 

Thank you so much for the ask, and may I tag @rjdaae? She surely has a better answer for your question, “Why do people like Erik?”. I did my best here. Feel free to ask me anything! This was very interesting. 

anonymous asked:

Halloween anon here and I don't mind at all! Your vision for it was really amazing so I'm not even let down lol. Ummm another prompt. Uhhh. Maybe when Pynch is older and Adam has a stable job and etc Ronan gets Adam (dreams Adam?) a shy little hound puppy with big floppy ears? Has that been done? Sorry! And I will definitely see what I can do about writing Blue dressed up as Gansey!

The morning Adam turns 27, Ronan wakes up at the crack of dawn and drives into town. It’s not a long drive – the house they bought is far enough from the centre to have its own plot of land, but still a reasonable distance from Adam’s office – but he still honks viciously at every single unfortunate soul that is driving too damn slow, fuck it, because he’ll be damned if he can’t get back by the time Adam wakes up.

When he arrives at the shelter, the woman on duty greets him sleepily and a little grouchily. He had to pay a hefty bonus to ensure she’d be there at ass o’clock in the morning, but it’s worth it. Of course, it would have been easier if he could just have dreamt the puppy, all set and ready to go in the comfort of their own home – but he knows it wouldn’t be the same. Adam would not go for a dream puppy when there are dogs already waiting at a shelter, abandoned and mistreated and mistrusting, but still so full of affection and loyalty, hoping for someone to adopt them. Adam would never pick the easy option, and Ronan loves him for it.

The hound puppy is, to be honest, ridiculously cute, even though it cowers fearfully when Ronan tries to pick it up. It takes some coaxing from the shelter lady before it relaxes in Ronan’s arms long enough that he can carry it out to the car.

As the sun rises in the sky, Ronan drives back home breaking every speed limit, and the puppy barks joyfully. Ronan thinks they might just get along fine.

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gevalover  asked:

Idk I love your headcanons I love your blog I love e v e r y t h i n g- :'))) ndjdjdjxhd (I need headcanons can u do headcanons? Some glacier or lava headcanons? U can? No problem Can I wait? I can wait.... :') )

Lucky for you my friend, lava was next on my list cause it was requested a few times a while ago!! So you won’t have to wait ;)) I have some glacier ones here if you’re interested but I should have a part two coming out soon!! ❤ (*whispers* also I love you thank u, smorch)

@magicquill42

(just so you see it!!) and also tHANKS I love u all so much :’’’)

      • Nya: Cole where’s Kai
        Cole: idk he’s probably off practicing his backflips on the roof like he said he was going to earlier today.
        Nya:
        Cole: oh hOLY CRAP *jumps out of his chair* KAI I SAID NO
      • how can they be each other’s impulse control when they both do stupid things
        • Kai: so I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute
          Cole: OR WE COULD COOK THEM AT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND
          Nya: it is impossible for you to make the oven that hot-
          Kai: COLE YOU’RE A GENIUS
          Nya: you are going to kill us all
          Kai: *lights hands on fire* LET’S GO
        • please don’t ever let them in the kitchen together they’re a disaster
      • Cole is hurt and offended when Kai tells him he doesn’t like musicals and he has to have a serious sit down and think about “is this really the boy i want to spend the rest of my life with after he just said that"
        • Kai is like “fine I’ll tolerate them for you” but on the inside he’s like google how do I learn every single musical to impress my boyfriend
        • Cole show’s him the movie version of phantom of the opera and he actually rly loves it
        • when Christine sings this song it reminds him of his dad and he cries
        • Kai: I can’t believe Christine and Raul are us except in an alternate universe where Raul isn’t a possessive jerk who goes ‘haha silly Christine’ when she tells him there’s a psychopath trying to kidnap her who’s been following her for her whole life
          Cole: ok but who would be Christine
          Kai: obviously you because you’re so pretty
          Cole: :D
          Kai: and because I sound more like Carlotta when I sing.
      • they are both so sappy you have no idea, if you don’t like PDA stay away from these guys they will be so in love it’s not even funny
        • smooches!!! head smooches, cheek smooches, hand smooches, lip smooches, nose smooches, lots of smooches all the time
        • and if you tell them it’s gross they’ll do it even more
        • oh hey yeah and they smooch each others scars all the time too bc now they both have scars and they just wanna tell each other they’re beautiful because of their scars rather than despite them
        • the amount of times the team will wake up and they’ll both be passed out on the couch from pulling an all nighter and they’re just cuddling each other and they’re like “idk who’s limbs belong to who” they’re just tangled around each other
        • “where is my boyfriend” “he went to pee like 3 seconds ago” “then he needs to pee FASTER”
        • Kai: I’m not clingy i don’t know what you’re talking-
          Cole: hey guys I’m back from grocery shopping
          Kai: COLE *jumps on him and hugs him like a koala and doesn’t let go for the rest of the day*
        • if you want one of them it’s 98% likely you’re going to get the other one too
        • don’t ask them to do anything when they’re spending time together they’ll be like “you are asking me to step away from the love of my life?? my source of life and joy?? I can’t believe you want me to die why would you do something like this to us”
        • *kicks down door* “my ‘my boyfriend is sad’ senses are tingling”
      • arguably the two most passionate members of the team so put them together in a relationship and they’re like “boundaries?? taking things slow?? idk her I only know dying for my boyfriend whom I love and have been dating for 3 days”
        • for real though Kai was like “so when we get married” and cole just completely didn’t even question it and they’d only been dating a week  
      • Cole has one of those silent laughs, but if you get him to really laugh it’s the loudest most genuine beautiful thing you’ll ever hear and Kai actually forgets how to breathe after he hears it the first time so he makes it his mission to make him laugh like that more often, even if I means he has to “accidentally” fall down the stairs
        • speaking of, cole didn’t know how to handle his feelings to start with so he’s like a tiny kid like “ugh I hate him and his stupid pretty face and his nice smell and his soft hair and his sparkly smile”
        • Cole: sorry I’m late I was doing things
          Kai, stumbling in with dishevelled hair and out of breath: he pushed me down the stairs!!
      • when they get back from being abandoned in space and Zane dies, Kai hates the stars
        • he hates looking at them, he doesn’t think they’re pretty, they’re an awful reminder to him
        • but one day when he’s just staring at them in disdain, Cole comes along to talk to him and when Kai turns round to look at him, he sees the stars in every part of him
        • they reflect off him and make his hair gleam and his eyes sparkle and his skin glow, and suddenly the stars are the most beautiful thing Kai has ever seen
      • Kai: *jumps out at Cole* RAAAAH
        Cole: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH…………….. GONNA SWIIIIIIIIING FROM THE CHANDELIIIIIIER-
      • when they team up in battle it either goes brilliant or terrible
        • if it goes well they can take out an entire army by themselves, they’re so in sync
        • if it goes terrible they come back singed and muddy like “yeah we’re sorry but we blew up half of ninjago city and only got 3 bad guys”
      • Jay: you stink Kai
        Cole: *punches a hole through the wall* WHAT did you just say about my boyfriend
      • they’re both troubled beans and they have nightmares allllllll the time, so when they do they will just sit up with the other and tell them that it’s OK and that they’re there for them and lots of cuddles and head smooches
      • *laying on the floor*
        Kai: I wonder which of us could climb the temple wall faster, that would be an interesting competition
        Cole: haha yeah it would
        Kai:
        Cole:
        Kai:
        Cole:

        *both scramble up and sprint to the temple wall*
      • the only rocky (hehe) part of their relationship was when cole first got his orange death hands hands, he was worried he couldn’t control it and would hurt Kai if he touched him, and Kai is always scared that he’ll blow up and hurt Cole, so they kinda avoid each other for a while and stop being all clingy with each other and it made them :((
      • they fire jokes off the back of each other all the time this is canon here are some canon lines from the last episode of season 6 because I watched it last weekend
        • Kai: ha, looks like we crashed your party!
          Cole: and to think, we forgot a wedding gift!
        • Kai: you’re a real tough guy when you get each of us alone,
          Cole: but let’s see when you get us together!
      • so Kai may suck at singing but he’s a great dancer, and him and Cole choreographed a whole “boyband style” routine to bye bye bye and it’s the best dance you’ll ever see
      • Kai: do I even weigh anything to you?
        Cole: it’s like holding a bunch of grapes
      • Kai’s favourite animal is a lizard so if they ever see one running around cole with scoop it up and be like “Kai I found you another child I love u bby” and Kai is like “cole pls I love you too but this is the 7th one you’ve found this week”
      • yeah so I mentioned that Cole is basically a cat when he wants a hug like he’ll just lay all over you
        • one time Kai is tryna send an email on his laptop, and cole just comes in and lays across his lap all over the keyboard and the email accidentally sends with “good evening, I’m emailing you regarding augknciqnwinf617_wgvdi!hr:8@he/////////////////”
        • Kai can’t even be mad because Cole is cute and he’s smilin and he just wants a hug
      • Lloyd burst into the room once because he heard yelling and he thought they were fighting but when he got in they were just going “NO I LOVE YOU MORE” “OH YOU THINK YOU’RE A BETTER KISSER THAN ME?? COME OVER HERE AND PROVE IT” “FINE BUT IF I WIN YOU HAVE TO KISS ME” “THAT’S PRETTY GAY BUT OK”
        • and Lloyd sees them sat in a pile of junk and clothes and he’s like “what are you doing”
        • and they just go “um we’re packing in case of a zombie apocalypse, duh” and Lloyd just. leaves. because. guys. you live in a floating ship why would you need to pack for an apocalypse.
      • Cole finds a “100 ways to say I love you” prompt thing and he leaves Kai notes every morning with one of the messages on
      • Kai: good morning everyone
        Cole: good morning Kai I love you and you’re the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen!!
        Kai: *literally combusts*
      • it’s tragic because Kai’s clothes are too small so cole can’t wear them without stretching them so Kai buys a huge jumper one day only for the fact that he wants cole to wear one of his sweatshirts
      • Kai: oh, you wanna go??
        Cole: yeah fight me you-
        Kai: oN A DATE WITH ME? OH YOU DO HA I GOT YOU
        Cole: Kai i’m your boyfriend you egg what were you trying to achieve
      • for someone who flirts a lot Kai sure is oblivious to when people flirt back
        • Cole: hey Kai I need to go to the hospital, cause you’ve got me seeing stars ;))
          Kai: ha! Good one cole, testing out the good lines for the ladies
          Cole: … Kai…
          Kai: yes
          Cole: Kai I’m gay
          Kai: oh!
          Cole: I was saying that to you
          Kai: oh!! haha no cole, you’re supposed to use pick up lines on people you like, like when you wanna take them out on a date. that kinda thing
          Cole: just. excuse me. for a minute.
          *walks into his room, calmly closes the door and then screams into his pillow for 3 minutes*
      • Cole: hey Kai can you pass me some water
        Kai: *high kicks it across the room*
        Cole: ….. w HY

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      anonymous asked:

      Hi again. I'm the same anon who asks about the rules. Thank you so much for that. I would like to request for Starish, QN and Heavens reaction to shy , plain (not ugly but not pretty) and tomboyish (prefer t-shirts over tight tops, sneakers over high heels) s/o having people gossip about s/o when two of them pass by some random citizens saying "how did that plain girl get such a hottie like him?". S/o personally is not bothered at all but the princes don't have the same reaction

      Boy this was some work! 18 people in one ask xD Anyways, tell me what you think!


      Your date was going amazing despite the several pairs of eyes locked onto you. Your boyfriend and you didn’t care, choosing to enjoy yourself rather than bother with their attention. With your hair cascading down, a shirt and pants put on and your favourite pair of sneakers; it was all perfect until that one whisper.

      “So plain. I wonder how she got him.”

      You walked on, head held high as you ignored the sudden downpour of whispers that were now initiated.

      “Yeah! ○○○-kun has better taste in girls, she’s…ugh.”

      Your boyfriend stiffened and your grip tightened on your interlocked fingers as you pushed forward, silently asking him to not react. Giggles were followed. His fingers were shaking but you gave him a small smile, sure that this childish behaviour would end soon.

      “I know! She must have seduced him with her….other things…” Someone purred teasingly, causing laughter to erupt and your boyfriend stopped, tugging you back as he turned to face them.


      Otoya

      You didn’t like the smile Otoya’s face had. It suddenly turned cold when he heard that accusation. Determined to rectify the situation, he kissed your forehead before looking at them. The words came out immediately. “Stop! What do you know about ○○○-chan huh?! Nothing! That gives you no right to talk about her badly!” The redhead fumed, ever ready to defend you no matter what happened. He took your hand and walked off, making sure to shoot everyone a scary glare before doing so.


      Masato

      Your date was pleasant until they ruined it throughly. While you were used to such insults, knowing that they didn’t really affect you, Masato wasn’t. He didn’t like, he hated, the fact that you tolerated such utter nonsense. His grip tightened on your fingers and you tried to persuade him to let go but he wasn’t having any of that. “Enough of this childish banter. One does not continue to insult someone just because that person tolerates it. ○○○, let’s go, I’d rather not deal with them.” He warned, satisfied when the women nodded, utterly shocked. If these girls were a bunch of men, consider their futures ruined if Masato ever demanded a search carried out on them.


      Natsuki

      His smile turned firm, almost cold. His ‘grin’ widened as he leaned closer to that girl who insulted your assets. “Wahaha! I didn’t hear you quite there! What did you just say?” He asked, his voice bright and cheery but it sent shudders of fear down your insulter’s spine. They looked away, suddenly embarrassed. Natsuki smiled at the rest who averted their gazes before turning back to you and humming happily. He didn’t wheedle an apology out of them but was sure that they were sorry for crossing by you and speaking like that.


      Tokiya

      He did not like the words he just heard. He was disgusted, willing to break a few jaws but alas, he did not raise his hand at a woman. His eyes narrowed at the crowd who visibly looked afraid to their wits. “I see. ○○○ seduced me. Of course she did, which is why she dresses so ‘plainly’ as you put it, and does not announce to the whole world that we’re dating. Of course, she seduced me.” He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting predatorily. “I’ve never heard anything more dumb than that. ○○○, we’re leaving. People who gossip about you are just jealous.”


      Ren

      One gaze from Ren had them stiffen. He smirked, the expression not reaching his eyes as he slowly sauntered towards your accuser, eyeing them from head to toe. “So, lady, care to repeat what you just said?” He whispered, low and dangerous. The girl shook her head almost immediately, shooting you a glare. Ren stepped in between, shielding you from her. He spat out the next few words. “For you to insult someone because you don’t have what they do..do you know what it speaks about you, ladies?” The girl’s face turned pale and the remaining who laughed along with her, tried not to cower. Ren ran a hand through his hair, his smirk widening. “It says that you are someone who cannot see the beauty in a person. You are someone who judges people by just their surface.” His voice was cold, enough to horrify you as well the motley. “I want you out of my sight and a million miles away from my honey. Now.”


      Syo

      He balled his fists angrily, his voice louder than before. “You all, stop! Enough there!” The girls looked shocked as he dropped his fists, glaring at each and every one of them. “Ugh. You all are children. ○○○ did nothing to get me. I fell in love with her. Wanna know why?” He narrowed his eyes, noting the speechlessness in the audience. “Because she’s definitely not like this.” He spat out and took your hand, making sure you left the place immediately. He might’ve lost a few fans there but you mattered more.


      Cecil

      You swore that you heard the prince hiss when he heard the first insult itself. Now? He was furious, ready to destroy anyone, anyone who insulted you. “How repulsive.” The words came out louder than he intended it to. “This is so mean of you to do so.” He told, pointing his shaky finger to every one of the girls. “So what if you all think ○○○ seduced me? It does not change that I love her and that I know her more than you all.” He pivoted on his heel, stomping off, with you in tow. He didn’t want to start a fight but if he was still a cat, he would have most certainly scratched every one of them. You were his precious princess. You don’t deserve such horrible accusations.


      Reiji

      He laughed. Loudly. Clenching his stomach, he turned back to face your pile of insulters, shaking from the after effects of his sudden outburst. Your eyes were widely open and so were the eyes of the women who so freely gossiped about you. “I’m sorry, sorry~ ○○○-chan seduced me? I’ve not heard a funnier joke than that!” He laughed again, the sound darker and dangerous this time. He smiled at the women who refused to meet his eyes, shaking his head. “The one who’s ugh is you, not my ○○○-chan.” Seeing them stiffen, he smirked and continued. “Besides, if she did seduce me, I doubt I would have left our bed and brought her out on this date!” He added cheerily before taking your flustered hand and running off.


      Ranmaru

      You had to hold onto Ranmaru to prevent him from actually starting a fist fight with women. He just stared them down, his heterochromatic eyes glaring daggers at every single one of them. “Ran…let’s just go..” You whispered helplessly and he stiffened at your pleading voice. He decided to heed to your request but spat out a few words before leaving. “Disgusting. I’d die sooner than be admired by any of you.”


      Ai

      He didn’t like the mixed bout of anger and frustration kicking inside him. He knew that people gossiped like this only when they were jealous, indicating that they couldn’t have what the subject of their topic possessed. This was normal among humans and yet hearing such insults towards his ○○○ irked him. He wanted to give them a setback and so he did, when he eyed them all with a narrow gaze, his tone flat. “Stop. This is nothing but immature behaviour. Although ○○○ remarkably tolerates this, I won’t. How you all talk makes me feel disgusted.”


      Camus

      He wasn’t going to tolerate this. His icy blue eyes turned cold as he suppressed a scoff, instead plastering on a smile that was everything but pleasant. “Peasants.” He disliked the kind of language he used for a motley of women but right now, none would get away with insulting his ○○○ to his face. The word did shock his audience as he eyed them all murderously, his glares sharper than a dagger. “Apologise to ○○○ now. I would not bear with you all talking to her with such disrespect. She is my countess, my jewel. Far be it from me to bat an eyelash when fools like you openly accuse her being.”


      Eiichi

      It was only once when you saw Eiichi snap. You had committed his form to memory so that you would not rile his temper up again. Now here he stood, his fists curling, his eyes glinting dangerously. He snickered like a devil, sending the women into another set of whispers but his low voice shut them up. “Low. So so so very low of you to talk about my ○○○ this way. Why do I even have you as my fans?” His trembling laughter shook you to your very core. He made sure to leave them all a glare before taking your wrist, pulling you close to his chest and walking off.


      Kira

      You knew your boyfriend was a man of few words but his silence now scared you more than his talking. His grip on your hand tightened and you tried not to yelp. You tugged on your intertwined fingers, indicating that you two should leave but Kira halted you in your steps, pulling you close. “No.” He whispered to you. He repeated that louder to the women in the back, his golden eyes gleaming with a sense of protectiveness. “○○○ is nothing like how you picture her to be. She’s the most amazing woman I have ever met.” His words rocked the females into silence. “Your behaviour speaks a lot about your character, however.” He told them loud enough before walking off with you, clenching your fingers reassuringly.


      Nagi

      “Haaa…I smell jealousy of their nails~” Nagi cooed, completely in character, the only things that showed how angry he was were the twitching of his lips and the narrowing of his brows. He sauntered up to them, his coffee cup still in hand from your recent date. Eyeing them one by one, he smiled when he found his target, the one who thought you ‘seduced’ this boy. Without a word, he splashed the cold liquid onto her, she screamed in response. He smiled innocently but his eyes glared murderously at every one of them. “Whoopsie! I totally accidentally dropped that~ I’m sorry~” He sang out. His next few words were cold. “Do that next time and I doubt cold coffee will be only thing that spoils your dress.”


      Eiji

      He was torn in between yelling and politely correctly the women who dared to insult you. Clenching his fists, he breathed out slowly, deciding to take the gentle route first. “I beg your pardon?” He asked, ever the gentleman, hoping they would correct themselves. He didn’t expect the women to repeat their words, this time they sounded far more dramatic. He balled his fists, you held his arm and pleadingly tugged on it, asking him to let go. He stared into your (e/c) eyes, his violet ones burning with anger. He turned back to them. “That was very rude and childish of you. I believe you owe ○○○ a sound apology.” He said, his piercing gaze unwavering. Seeing the determination in your boyfriend made you tear up and a few of them apologised. In the end, Eiji showered you with all the love possible, in an attempt to make you forget those insults.


      Van

      His smile froze when the last few words dropped out of those women’s mouths. You saw his eyes darken a shade dangerously but your grip was firm on his arm. He met you eyes and was torn between doing something to those snakes disguised as women or to just walk off. His rage won. His fingers traced your hips as his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up in the air. You shrieked, surprised by the sudden motion, the emotion only increasing when Van brought his lips to yours, claiming you passionately before your onlookers. Collective gasps were heard. Some jaws dropped. Jealousy was the obvious emotion amongst them. He pulled away, kissing your mouth again before turning to them with a smirk. “Say what again? ○○○ is my girlfriend. I love her. My one and only. You dare do that again and I doubt I’d tolerate it. Feel lucky that she’s so patient.” He spat out, making sure you didn’t have to deal with such an event again.


      Yamato

      You saw his jaw twitch, the veins in his biceps rising as he glared at the women. You tried to pull him away, sure that he would go violent but he wanted to give them a good thrashing, by words if not actions. His clenched fists were turning pale from the force as he edged towards them with every step; you ran frantically behind him squeaking a “Yamato, don’t!” and “Yamato, please.” along the way. He didn’t listen. Stamping his foot loud on the ground, he eyed them all. “Say what? Repeat your words again.” He challenged, cracking his knuckles. The pale, aghast faces of the women did not serve him well and he was determined to get an apology out. He motioned towards you. “Apologise to her.” He thundered, his eyebrows furrowing. “Now.” You heard a mumble of sorries and nodded before yanking Yamato off, covering your blush and tears for he just stood up for you, proving his love.


      Shion

      “How utterly terribly disappointing that all of you are blind to the obvious beauty ○○○ possesses.” His clear voice rang out, like a stream of pure water amongst the cacophony of cicadas. He shook his head disapprovingly, ready to hex the person who dared to throw such false statements at you. When one of them tried to justify their words, he shot them a glare, silencing them. “Apologise to ○○○ this very instant.” He demanded, his grip tightening on your hand.


      anonymous asked:

      (for the song prompts thing) "I'm not gay" by J Pee, voltron fandom and of course. Shance.


      So
      … I actually do not like this song bc it’s a little harmful, BUT, I took some inspiration from it a little bit. Hope this is ok. 


      “What about this one, Keith?” Shiro asks, holding up a drill for inspection. Keith leans back to look at it before he rolls his eyes. Shiro laughs, putting the bright pink drill right where he found it. They’ve been looking at supplies in Home Depot for a while now and Keith is being really particular about it. Shiro is sure it’s because Keith is getting his own place for the first time.

      “Are you sure you don’t just want to borrow mine?” Shiro asks, reaching out to pick up another drill, pressing the trigger to test it. He “aims” it at Keith.

      “Because I also need my own drill and I can’t keep yours? It’s not like I want to borrow it all the time.” Keith says, not looking up. He’s been going back and forth between red and black, though Shiro is almost positive he’ll go for the red. Call it big brother’s intuition.

      “Blam, blam, blam!” Shiro presses the drill trigger with each word, ending up on one knee as he keeps it pointed at Keith.

      Keith squints at him angrily, as he does.

      “No way,” a voice interjects, and Shiro stands quickly, slightly embarrassed. He turns, blinking at the sudden appearance of… a really, very pretty guy. Huh. That’s a new one for Shiro. “It’s more like ‘pow, pow, pow’!”

      “What?” Keith asks, clearly offended.

      “You know, laser guns,” the guy says, wiggling his brows as he shoots them finger guns. Shiro laughs softly, much to Keith’s displeasure.

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      mnemnems  asked:

      All your Homecoming talk has been great to see. And I even went to see it to see all the hype myself, it was all true. But its made my day to see Voltron family posts again! Is there a resolution to the Samantha situation? Them breaking up and/or Lance and Keith reconciling? What was Shiro's opinion of Samantha and I'm assuming his talk with Keith later that night?

      artbymaryc said: Ok but nooo u CANNOT leave us hanging like that - Lance smartens up somehow and Dads cool down and amends are made even uf ut takes a little time yeS? YeS?!

      captaincara said: Okay i just caught up with your Voltron Family AU! And I wanted to know if there is a ending to Lances falling out with Keith over his not-so-great girlfriend? Will Lance end up with anyone and if so who? Overall i love your au and would LOVE to see a conclusion to this conflict

      sednamode said: I was reading through your family au (it’s perfect) and I was wondering if you’ve written a sequel to the whole “horrible girlfriend samantha” thing? (post/163656056618) and if not could you write it? I wonder what finally makes Lance realize she’s abusive and how he gets out of it and how the family react/help him

      [The Voltron Family] Lance and his horrible girlfriend Part 2 (Part 1)

      It was awful. The dinner with his family was so damn awful. He couldn’t stop replaying how angry his Dad was on why he was with Samantha. She may not be the usual good girl anyone would go for but—

      “God, your family is so full of shit,” Samantha said as she took off her shoes. Lance was staying with her in her apartment for a while after that family spat.

      “Excuse me?” Lance raised an eyebrow.

      “You heard me, babe,” she pointed at him. “They seem so pretentious, save for your other Dad with the white fringe, he’s pretty hot in a very adult way, not gonna lie. The other one is just so hotheaded. What is his problem? But whatever, I don’t like him. Makes me wonder why your other dad even married him in the first place,” she paused to scoff and added, “because I know I never will go for someone like him, he could definitely do better. Maybe he drugged him or something? Wouldn’t be surprised, to be honest. Or he’s the only one who caters to his—”

      “Samantha, shut up!” Lance growled. 

      Her eyes widened in shock then proceeded to glare. “Excuse me? Did you just raise your voice at me?”

      Red was everywhere in Lance’s eyes. He clenched his fists, trying to restrain himself from punching something. “If there’s one thing I hate the most than people judging my family and how we live, it’s when someone thinks my Daddy Keith is not worthy enough—”

      “Ugh,” Samantha rolled her eyes. “You really need to stop saying ‘Daddy,’ Lance. You’re like 25, it’s kind of weird.”

      That hit the final nerve. None of his siblings really got rid of the term for their dads since they grew up that way and nothing was going to change that. It took him every ounce of energy not to do something he’d later on regret.

      “That’s it, it’s not working out,” Lance took a deep breath. “I’ve tried so hard to make this work but all you do is treat me like I’m your personal maid. I’m tired, Sam. I’m so so tired and maybe Daddy Keith was right. This isn’t how you treat someone you’re supposed to be in love with.” He looked at his girlfriend straight in the eye and said, “You may not like him but at least I know that he loves my Daddy Shiro. I’ve seen how they act, and honestly, Samantha, I wish you could see them, how perfect they are for each other and maybe you could learn a thing or two about not making someone feel like shit. I’m breaking up with you.”

      Samantha just stared at him, not knowing what to say. He turned around to grab his jacket when Samantha said, “Well, I never loved you anyway.”

      Lance stopped in his tracks and turned around, “You know what? It’s kinda sad because I knew that right from the start.”

      It was almost midnight and Lance was walking on the sidewalk, crying his dumb heart out. He didn’t care if someone saw him, he didn’t care if someone mugged him, he didn’t care about anything at all.

      He placed his hands in his pockets because it started to get chilly. Then he felt his phone inside. He took it out and instantly dialed a number.

      “Daddy Keith? Can you please pick me up?” He sobbed.

      Lance was sitting on a bench by the park when he saw a familiar black car. It stopped right in front of him and Daddy Keith came out from the passenger seat and he could see Daddy Shiro in the driver’s seat. His Dad approached him on the bench and Lance didn’t have the energy to stand up. He looked up at him and more tears fell, he felt arms pulling his head towards his Dad’s stomach.

      “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he choked up in between his sobs.

      “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

      “I wanna go home,” he wrapped his arms around his Dad not caring if he soaked his shirt with his tears.

      When he opened the door to the backseat, he was surprised to see Hunk and Pidge. Before he could do anything, Hunk pulled him up and suddenly he was squished in between their siblings hug and he couldn’t help but melt. Only his family could love him this much despite everything, and dammit did he love them right back. Daddy Shiro looked back and smiled at him.

      Apodyopsis - Jimin

      Request: “can i have a jimin drabble? 76,157,160 thank you!”

      76. “Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught.”
      157. “Wait, what did you just say?”
      160. “You want me to do what?”

      Warning: fingering, oral, language

      Word Count: 1203

      Genre: Smut

      •·.··.·• •·.··.·•

      “Shit,” You cursed as you put down your handful of cards on the comforter beneath you, while your friend, Jimin, grinned widely, taking pride in his quick victory. You always won when you two played cards, but he somehow managed to beat you this time, and you were more scared than upset about what was to come next now that you had lost. “Jimin, do I really have to?”

      “I was clear, wasn’t I? If you lost, you’d have to do me a favor,” Jimin said almost innocently. You groaned and leant back on the wooden headboard of Jimin’s bed, closing your eyes in irritation of the mockery in his words.

      “Fine, what do you want?” You sprawled your limbs out towards the edges of the bed, but Jimin pulled you back and tugged on your arms, making you sit up, your faces only mere inches away from each other. You could feel the heat flushing to your cheeks, but you’ve learned to contain your emotions over the years you’ve known Jimin.

      “Let me take some pictures of you,” He smiled as he backed away from you and grabbed his phone.

      “Ugh, you scared me. I thought you were going to ask me to get naked or something,” You laughed nervously before Jimin proceeded to direct your figure around, taking numerous shots of you by the minute. You couldn’t ignore the wetness beginning to grow down in your core as Jimin moved you around, his touch completely intoxicating you. He stepped back and took one last photo of you against the wall before looking up from his phone, flashing a smirk at your tensed body.

      “Take off your clothes.”

      “Wait, what did you just say?” You asked, wondering if you had heard him correctly.

      “I said take off your clothes.” He said with a phlegmatic expression upon his face as he approached you.

      “J-Jimin-” You immediately closed your mouth when Jimin placed his lips on your throat, lightly tracing kisses up to your jawline.

      “Your skin is so soft,” He whispered, dragging his tongue across your collarbones. He nipped at your sensitive skin, which caused a soft whimper to escape your mouth. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and strip for me?” You hesitantly nodded and bit down on your lip in regret of your choice.

      “Can I change in the bathroom?” You asked. He laughed at your shy response, but nodded and shifted his gaze towards his bathroom, which was conveniently connected to his bedroom. You were about to open the bathroom door when you felt Jimin step behind you and walk his fingers up the back of your thigh, smirking as you shivered under his touch.

      “Just keep the stockings on,” He said as he lightly tapped your ass before you rushed into the bathroom, wondering if this was a dream or reality.
      You slowly shed of your clothes, wondering if this was the perfect time to run away to a different city and change your name, or to go along with whatever Jimin was planning for you.

      Your curiosity was killing you, and your deep attraction to your friend hadn’t helped this situation either. What was waiting for you outside that door? You weren’t sure if you wanted to even know. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jimin harshly knocking on the door.

      “Yah! If you don’t come out in three seconds, I’m breaking down the door!” He shouted.

      You felt a rush of panic overtake your body, so you quickly unclipped your bra and pulled down your panties, then slowly opened the bathroom door, leaving merely an inch of space for you to look out.

      “I’m waiting,” You heard Jimin say softly. You sighed and opened the door with your foot while covering your body with your hands. “Don’t be shy, jagi.” You turned your head to the bed, where Jimin was impatiently waiting with his high definition camera, the one you knew he only used for serious photographs. You hesitantly drew your hands away from your body, making Jimin flash a warm yet inviting smile.

      “You’re using that?” You pointed at the camera and noticed how your hand was already shaking.

      “I want these to be better quality.” He winked at you before pulling you to the bed and pushing you down on your back. He stepped back to the wall and held the camera to his eyes.

      You sat there awkwardly as Jimin began his promiscuous photoshoot, and tensed up at his every touch. You could tell he was teasing you as he slowly slid his hand down the inside of your thighs, contributing to the wetness in your core, which you desperately tried to hold back. He gripped your knees and pushed them down onto the mattress beneath you, exposing your heat.

      “Put your finger in your pussy,” He said suddenly, stepping back to the wall.

      “Y-You want me to do what?” You stuttered as you felt the stricken feeling in your stomach intensify.

      “Do I have to do it for you, jagiya?” You definitely didn’t want him to do it for you, so you hesitantly moved your hand down to the wetness between your thighs, slowly inserting a finger as you moaned from the relief. “Good girl~” The syllables rolling off his tongue only made you yearn him more, but you knew you had to be patient.

      He took a few more photos, every soft ‘click’ coming from his camera patronizing your frustration, then sighed as he rested the camera on the bedside table.

      “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” He whispered as he sat at the edge of the bed and pulled your thighs over his shoulders, bringing his face to your heat.

      “P-Please oppa,” You begged, and fortunately, as soon as those words left your mouth, he brought his tongue into contact with your soaked folds. You gasped and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel him smirk against you, but you didn’t care how needy you looked.

      The feeling of his tongue teasing your sensitive clit made you slowly unravel with bliss, shameless and animalistic moans erupting from your throat and reverberating around the room.

      “Shh shh, if you moan like that we’ll get caught. My sister is still home,” He said.

      “I don’t care,” You moaned, which Jimin took as a cue to roughly push two fingers into you, curling them as soon as they entered. The combination of his tongue and his fingers sent you over the edge, and you couldn’t help but slightly buck your hips up, giving him access to your weakest spot, where you screamed from pleasure and finally found your release. Jimin didn’t seem to mind, and eagerly licked up your juices.

      “So, how about round two?” He asked before bringing his soft lips to yours and making the world around you go completely numb with passion.

      •·.··.·• •·.··.·•

      Thank you so much for requesting, love. I’m sorry if this was a bit short.

      anonymous asked:

      Hi! I know you're not taking prompts anymore...but I'm trans and my shark week super makes me dysphoric and i feel so crappy about everything. I hope this isn't too weird but, could you maybe write a positive fic about Sanvers navigating theirs? I don't really know... But your writing always makes me feel better! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

      Alex groans in the bathroom and Maggie pokes her head out of the bedroom door.

      “You okay, babe?”

      “Ugh, no, fuck me.”

      Maggie brightens. “Okay, I’m game.” She hears Alex chuckle and sigh and groan again.

      “No, I… I’m on my stupid period.”

      Maggie laughs sympathetically and continues getting dressed. “I’m sorry, babygirl. You cramping up?”

      “I’m gonna. Ugh, and we have a sting op today.”

      “Oh, babe, no!”

      “Oh, babe, yes.” Maggie smiles and shakes her head at Alex’s humorless voice, and she turns when Alex trudges out of the bathroom a few minutes later while dry-swallowing a motrin.

      She collapses face-forward on Maggie’s bed before turning and curling into a fetal ball.

      Maggie tilts her head and her eyes soften before she pads out of the room quickly.

      “Why are you abandoning me?” Alex groans after her, self-deprecation layered somewhere under the despair in her voice.

      “I would never do that, Ally,” Maggie calls from the kitchen, and she comes back into the room a few minutes later with a warmed up heating pad and a soft smile.

      “Come here, Danvers,” she says as she kneels on the bed in front of her, rolling Alex over onto her back and straddling her. Her fingers hesitate at the hem of Alex’s shirt, and Alex shakes her head.

      “I’m all bloated and gross.”

      “You’re never gross, babe,” Maggie counters, but she moves her fingers, but Alex is suddenly keening at the loss. Maggie arches an eyebrow and Alex slowly lifts up her own shirt to grant Maggie the access she’d been requesting.

      Maggie smiles softly and her eyes light up, as they always do when she’s looking at Alex’s body, and Alex doesn’t understand because she’s bloated and she’s bloody and she’s not at all worthy of being looked at like that. Not today, anyway.

      But Maggie strokes her stomach with near reverence, and Maggie bends down to press her lips gently, gently, gently, all across Alex’s lower stomach, tracing the line of her underwear with her lips, wanting to go lower but not wanting to ask Alex, not yet, if even lifting up her shirt was a struggle right now.

      “Why are you doing that?” Alex asks, and Maggie looks up from her ministrations and tilts her head.

      “Because your body hates you right now, but I love you and I love your body, so I’m trying to remind it whose will is stronger.”

      Alex laughs because Maggie Sawyer, Maggie Sawyer, Maggie Sawyer, and Maggie kisses her swollen belly one more time before grabbing at the heating pad she’d brought in, lowering Alex’s shirt again, and pressing the warmth a few inches below Alex’s navel, and Alex moans in part pain, part relief.

      “You know you can call in today, babe. Your body’s ragingly upset, same like it is when you have the flu or a stomach virus or something,” Maggie tells her as she pulls her into her arms, kissing her hair and rubbing soothing circles onto her arms.

      “Can you call in, too?” Alex wants to know, and Maggie smiles.

      “Netflix and chill it is, Danvers.”

      “Netflix and cramp, more like it, Sawyer.”

      Maggie kisses her and Maggie shrugs and Maggie loves her, loves her, loves her. “Netflix and me convincing your body that I love you more than it hates you and it should release you from this vial spell, most like it, Danvers.”

      “Pfft, and you call me a nerd.”

      “Takes one to know one, Danvers. Takes one to know one.”

      anonymous asked:

      Two questions. 1. Do you think Jonsa will happen because of the original outline of Jonrya? 2. Do you think the show will address succession more? I have so many questions about that. If Jon and Dany fall heirless, who's up? Will people support Gendry? Will they support Sansa as Jon's heir to the throne? Bran? Who gets winterfell? Casterly rock? THE VALE??? DORNE? Sorry feel free to pass this one up. I'm really into the "not so minor, but still minutiae" at the end of the day. Your meta rocks.

      I loved this ask because it sounds exactly like the inside of my head whenever I watch GOT. Seriously, WHAT ABOUT THE VALE? I know, anon. I know.

      1. The original outline of Jonrya is a piece of external evidence that I think helps to strengthen what is already a very solid textual reading. I didn’t go over specific details and citations much in my Jonsa post because it’s already been covered very well elsewhere on this site - there’s a classic older post called ‘A Time For Wolves’ that lays all the book evidence out really well, if you’re interested. (http://blindestspot.tumblr.com/post/50820774456/jonxsansa) I think that might have been the first Jonsa meta I ever read? Anyway, it’s very good, and I didn’t see much point in just copying what it had already done.

      Personally, I first became convinced of Jonsa after looking into the historical parallels between ASOIAF and the Wars of the Roses that Martin based much of the plot around. The Lannisters, Starks, and Targaryens are clearly based on the real-world Lancasters, Yorks, and Tudors (/Plantagenets). And the English dynastic struggle was finally resolved when Henry Tudor won the war and married the oldest daughter of the House of York, Elizabeth (who had two mysteriously vanished/probably murdered little brothers). They were also so closely related he had to get a special dispensation from the pope to marry - you see where I’m going with this? The parallels are far from exact, of course, but they’re also extremely suggestive.

      2. I think on a thematic level, succession is very important to GOT. You could argue that the overall arc of the show has been to explore the ‘changing of the guard’ from the older generation to the younger one rising (and sometimes failing) to take their place - the Lannisters going from Tywin to his children, the Starks from Ned and Cat to their children, and so on.

      But when it comes to the specific details of succession - well, I honestly don’t know how many we’ll get. GOT has been very inconsistent in its depiction of Westerosi politics and customs in this regard; remember when all of Dorne was totally okay with the bastard lover of Oberyn - not even his wife, just his lover - murdering their lord and their lord’s heir and taking over the Kingdom? Because I do. (That was a terrible subplot and D&D should feel terrible. ‘Oh no the hysterical brown women are on a murderous power trip, run’ - ugh, that was offensive on so many levels.)

      I don’t want to be that person who’s all ‘oh, just read the books, they’re so much better,’ because I actually think the show did improve on certain aspects of the story (like, the number of extraneous side characters in the last two books is somewhere in the billions now, and it kind of drives me crazy how badly Martin could use an editor with some of this stuff). But when it comes to details like succession, the books are definitely much clearer about how it works and who’s up next. And since at this point I think the books and the show have just diverged too far when it comes to aspects like the rulers of Dorne or the Vale for us to be able to assume there will be any future convergence, it makes predictions about the show a lot harder. Like, a lot of these problems don’t exist yet in the books, and may never exist, because of things like Arianne Martell (Doran Martell’s daughter) or Harold Hardying (next-up heir to the Vale if Robin Arryn dies) still being characters.

      So as far as the show goes, I suspect we may never get an answer when it comes to things like succession in Dorne and the Vale - D&D have got into the meat of the central plot now, and don’t seem like they plan to let anything distract them from it. Maybe Arianne Martell will pop up at the last minute from whatever cave she’s been hiding in all this time to take the lordship of Dorne for her own - or maybe it will never be mentioned again. Hard to say.

      Let’s see, on to your other questions. When it comes to specific plot details, the narrative analyses I’m more comfortable doing are less helpful, and you kind of just have to go with the in-universe logic at play. But I think Sansa definitely has the rank and political chops to inherit the throne for the Kingdom in the North, if that was what you meant - though I don’t see her ending up on the Iron Throne without a marriage putting her there first. After GOT 7x03, I think it’s pretty clear that we’re not getting Bran as either Lord of Winterfell or King in the North - he seems to have put himself out of the running, so after Jon it has to be either Sansa or Arya, and I have trouble seeing Arya as any kind of politician. Right now, Winterfell is Sansa’s - even with Jon as KitN, Winterfell itself is still the birthright of the trueborn Starks, and if Bran passes on it then it goes to her as the eldest daughter. If she winds up marrying again - either another lord or the king of the Seven Kingdoms - it would probably be with the plan that her second son will inherit Winterfell and take on the name Stark (with her first son being heir to her husband’s lands).

      I don’t know that that will actually happen - I’m still sort of musing over my own theories for the ending in store for Winterfell itself, right now - but in-universe, it would be the obvious solution. Theoretically, Arya could also take over stewardship of Winterfell if Sansa left to, say, become queen, and Arya’s children could then inherit it - but Arya doing anything even vaguely ladylike with her life just seems so unlikely at this point that I’m not sure it’s even worth mentioning as a possibility.

      Gendry is still a bastard, so he has no claim to either the Stormlands or the Iron Throne unless someone has somehow managed to legitimize him without us noticing - which I wouldn’t entirely put past this show. Jon Snow did manage to get elected KitN while being a bastard, but the entire Seven Kingdoms is a whole different kettle of fish from a bunch of exhausted, guilt-tripping Northern lords. I have trouble seeing how any House besides maybe Dorne and maybe Baratheon would accept Gendry as king. He could probably pick up a few others if he was somehow legitimized, but even then, it’s a longshot. That being said, he is a cool dark horse candidate - it would be a really awesome twist for Gendry to wind up the king after all this Jon and Dany buildup, so maybe the narrative could find a way.

      Jaime and Cersei seem pretty likely to die without leaving any heirs, so Casterly Rock will go to Tyrion if he survives. If Tyrion also dies, then it goes to their Lannister cousins - House Lannister is actually a pretty massive House, and there’s like a hundred second cousins hanging out in the Westerlands city of Lannisport waiting to inherit. At the moment I’m still fifty-fifty on Tyrion living or not, and starting to lean towards ‘not’ - but we’ll see.

      I'm Sorry Part 3 (Siren x Idle)

      Bullies. Ugh. I HATE THEIR GUTS!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Fika? Are you sick?” Idle asked her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “I knew it.” Idle said smirkingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “What about?” Xahji asked him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Hmm?”

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

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

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

      “….” Idle just frowned and stayed silent.

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

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

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

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

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

      But their happiness won’t last.

      ~le time skip to lunch~

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

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

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

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

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

      “I am.”

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

      “Fiiiinnnee…..” Snazzy complained.

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

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

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

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

      “We’re following him.”

      “Why?”

      “Just cause!”

      They followed Idle until he stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

      “Well, neither do I.” Siren said.

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

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

      Idle turned yellow in fear. “Why?”

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

      “Uh… F-Fika?” Idle stuttered.

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

      “Who?”

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

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

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

      It felt good.

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

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

      A little too tightly.

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

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

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

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

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

      “O-ok….” As they went to class.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Oh…. Ok….” Colonna said sadly.

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

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

      This made Idle cry. Who would do this?

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

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

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

      Xhaji, Colonna and Siren entered the classroom last.

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

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

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

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

      “Siren, why are we-”

      “No questions.” Siren cut him off.

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

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

      “Not that I know about, no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

      (The warnings start here)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      (The warning ends here)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Love you, too.” Idle responded.

      “What about Fika?” Siren asked Idle.

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

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

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

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

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

      “She did? Was I really that clueless?”

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

      “I am so dumb for not noticing sooner.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Yes, Ma'am!” They said afraid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Thank you.”

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

      “Thank you!” The three of them said.

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

      “Hey, Idle.” Colonna approached Idle.

      “Hey, colly!” Idle said cheerfully.

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

      “Thanks!” Colonna hugged him.

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

      “I already am happy.” Colonna pulled away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

      ~tine skip to after school~

      Idle waved good bye to Siren.

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

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

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

      “We’ll be fine.” Idle assured.

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

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

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

      “I won’t.” Idle then kissed Siren.

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

      “See ya.” Siren responded.

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

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

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

      “Yeah.” Snazzy said looking at the side.

      “Hmph.” Swifty crossed his arms.

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

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

      “I…… I dunno.” Swifty said.

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

      “No comment.”

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

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

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

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

      “Siren.” Colonna’s voice startled him.

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

      “Do what?” Colonna wondered.

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

      “I have my ways.” Colonna just said.

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

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

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

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

      Siren sighed.

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

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

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

      “Shut up.” Siren told him.

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

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

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

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

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

      “Just wanna warn ya.”

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

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

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

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

      “Your'e lying.” Siren frowned.

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

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

      Meanwhile, Fika walked Idle to his house.

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

      “Yeah. I won.” Idle smiled.

      “Told you you would win.”

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

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

      (Another warning starts here)

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

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

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

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

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

      It hurt so bad!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      (Warnings end here)

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

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

      Chapter update Featuring Rouge-pai!

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

      …….

      I’m not sorry.

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

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      Fiction by @kojo-asuka127

      Mun: ERRHMMMMMMM!! SORRY BUT… NO ARTQAQ

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

      Little Sister

      Request: Reader is Betty/Polly little sister, they comfort Jughead after she leaves him…use Elvis “Little Sister” for inspiration….
      Warnings: none. Light swearing but I’m irish so none of this is swearing to me 😂 fluff.
      Pairings: Jugxreader, bettyxarchie mentioned.

      A/N: Had fun writing this. I decided to not do smut in this but did leave it open to another part if that’s what ye would like.
      ((Messages in double brackets means it’s me speaking)). Also I don’t think I used the word Smirk(ed) in this entire fic which is an accomplishment for me.
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      Betty and Jughead. A pair everyone adored for their differences but I hated for the same reason.

      Ever since I was small I felt strongly for Jughead but he felt strongly for no one.

      That is till my blonde perfect girl next door sister took a shine to him.

      It was circumstantial love i believe and was almost completely right.

      Jason Blossoms murder brought them together and drove space between Jughead and I . Betty always got what she wanted, ever since we were small.  I was only a year difference from her and 6 months from Jug but it seemed to make all the difference in the world.

      When we were younger Betty would fall over herself after Archie, never Juggy. I could and would never understand. It was only when Archie finally addressed his feelings, or lack of, that Jughead suddenly became of interest. It broke me a little more every time I saw them together.

      Of course Jug liked Betty, not many didn't….except Archie’s like of her had limits ((shady lady)).


      I came home one rainy, stormy Sunday, the best type of Sundays, having just walked Vegas for the Andrews. I removed my dripping jacket and threw it on the banister knowing mom would give out to me about it later.

      Betty sat on the couch facing away from me eyes on the wall.

      “Umm hey Bets….Y’alright?” i asked slowly stepping into the room.

      “Archie asked me out” she said still eyes on the wall. I can’t believe what I’ve just heard.

      “Umm…..okay….” i have no idea how to respond.

      “I said yes” she finally turned to face me, looking Betty-ish as ever.

      “Umm but what ab..” i started with anger rising as she cut in.

      “We….I broke it off” she smiled smally. I wanted to scream at her. How could she do that to my Jughead!

      “we don’t have anything in common…without the murder and I mean Archie’s dad is still getting better so he needs me and” my turn to cut in.

      “SO YOU JUST DUMPED ONE OF THE NICEST HUMANS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD TO MOVE ONTO SOME OTHER PROJECT! THESE ARE PEOPLE POL…BETTY NOT YOUR PLAY THINGS! THERE ARE WAYS TO BE THERE FOR PEOPLE WITHOUT DATING THEM WHAT DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN DOING WITH JUGHEAD FOR SO LONG DESPITE WHAT I’VE WANTED” oops. I stormed out into the rain before she could react…or at least before I could see it.

      I threw open the door of our old beat down Nissan that Betty and I shared. I flew out of the drive, much faster than I had intended to and headed in the direction of Jughead’s foster home, hoping his foster parents wouldn’t be in.

      3/4s of the way there the Nissan began to give out. “NO NO NO YOU PIECE OF CRAP NOOOOO” i shouted as I banged the steering wheel and threw myself against the seat as the rain beat down on the windows. I exhaled so loud i thought I would run out of oxygen in my lungs. Screw it.  

      I jumped out of the car and began to walk the distance left to Jugheads. This quickly became a run as the rain came down harder than ever.

      I arrived on the porch completely soaked to my skin and out of breath. Teeth chattering I knocked on the door and waited.

      Jughead POV

      There was a knock at the door downstairs. Ughhhhh Bill and Laura aren’t in so I should go down and answer that….or not. I threw myself back into the bed face down not wanting to face the world today. Betty just broke my heart for Archie, something I had always expected might happen but pushed out of my head. Stupid Jughead stupid!

      My phone buzzed all day since it happened. Texts from Archie and Betty with apologies. Somehow they’re not sorry enough to come to the Southside even for a little bit. Y/N was the only one to come here from riverdale for the sole purpose of seeing me.

      Ah y/n, I should have just stayed hopelessly crushing on her instead. I didn’t think anything would ever happen between us and had to force my feelings away. Stupid Jughead stupid!

      The knocking at the door had stopped and I rolled onto my back. Probably a cold caller. Ugh

      A sudden rapid beating came to the window. I jumped to my feet to see y/ns foggy face staring back at me through the wet pane.

      “y/n! What the hell you could slip and fall!” i say pulling her from the tree she climbed and into the warmth of the room.

      “Oh my god you’re soaking what happened?!”

      “Vegas. Rain. Betty. Anger. Cursing. Ran. Coat-less. Car. No car. Cursing. More running. More cursing. Knocking. No knocking. Cursing. Tree. Cursing. Window. You.” she hunched over saying the bare minimum as she try to catch her breath shaking. Okay… I understood most of that.

      I went to the dresser and pulled out one of my long bed tshirts and a towel tossing them to her. I left the room briefly to return with cans of fizzy drink ((or soda or pop or whatever, in ireland it’s bottles of fizzy drink…or at least my part of Ireland)) and found her dropping her clothes to dry over the chair and bathroom door.

      “Thanks Jug” she said taking the can and collapsing down on my bed.

      I spun on my heel and fell down next to her. Both of us lied there in comfortable silence looking at the ceiling. I could feel her still shivering so moved closer while pulling the blanket over us. Silence returned after the ruffling.

      “So”

      “so” i replied. More silence. I already know what she’s about to say.

      “you and betty….”

      I exhaled deeply. Although I had known this was today’s purpose of her visit I had still held out a glimmer of hope she wouldn’t say anything.  I guess I don’t know her as well as I thought to the think something so foolish.

      I shut my eyes tight wanting y/n to stay but the problem go away. I begged my body not to.

      Small tears ran down my face and onto the pillow. I had only cried in front of one person before that wasn’t in my family and that was the person next to me. The first time had been cause she ran off with my comic books when we were 5, the other was when mom took Jellybean and left so I ran to y/ns.

      Y/N noticed the tears and caught my hand in hers. “Now Juggy I didn’t take your comic books this time so stop crying” she smiled at me with her kind beautiful eyes, I returned a small smile.

      She caught my hand tighter and pulled it up and over her so her head was on my chest and my arm around her.

      “yeah you’re right…besides deep down I knew I wasn’t good enough for her so I shouldn’t be surprised”

      I had never seen y/n move so fast as she left my chest and sat up with such speed that it startled me.

      “Don’t ever ever say that again Forsythe Pendleton Jones the III or I swear I’ll spill honey on all of your comic books! She wasn’t good enough for you!  No one is and be sure of that!” she said with such confidence that I felt a little better instantly. She returned to my chest, cuddling in closer. I felt better again.

      “I’m so stupid” i said again a moment later. I felt her eyes dart up to mine ready to give out to me.

      “But for a different reason than….than Betty”

      “oh?”

      “i left my feelings for you be pushed down too much…” what was I doing?! What am I doing?! I just broke up with her sister and now I'm….hitting on her?

      “why did you” i feel her shift slightly. Oh great I’ve made her uncomfortable and ruined the moment.  Good job Jug good job.

      “Yanno y/n I’ve ask myself that everyday i see you” okay who am I and what have I done with me.

      She shifted again.

      “y/n”

      “yeah”

      “when you think it’s been an appropriate amount of time…if you ever do….do you wanna ummmm…you wanna go out” i have no idea who the hell I think I am to be so brazen to ask the little sister of my….of my ex out.

      “yes” wow. I can’t believe it. I really can’t believe it. I can feel myself grinning ear to ear.

      “Juggy”

      “yeah”

      “Archie asked betty out when ye were still dating” okay ouch. I don’t need to be reminded of that especially when I’m rising from the ground to cloud 9.

      “And….” i try not to sound annoyed or upset at her random statement of the painful obvious.

      She rolled onto her stomach before pushing up onto her knees.

      “and” she repeats. I’m about to say “and” again before she bent back down and we kissed. What a great kiss. So genuine and caring. I instantly missed her as she pulled back away.

      “And I think it’s been enough time” she grinned before I pulled her back down to meet my lips again, not wanting this to end.

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      Teehee. Let me know about any other request or if you want a smut part 2.

      Tag: @sunshine51879

      Not Again, Not Again, Not Again - fic

      Characters: Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Damian Wayne, Jon Kent
      Pairing: jondami for sure, timkon maybe/could be platonic
      Summary: A Superboy has killed a Robin before. He wouldn’t let Jon kill Damian too.
      A/N: This whole thing is based on @guerrahilarante ’s caption on their art here, about not getting attached to superboys. Damian and Jon are like 17 and 15 respectively, Tim and Conner are in their 20s obvi. Dick probably knew all of this years ago, before Damian complained to him haha. Like I said, the TimKon here could be seen as romantic or platonic, it’s up to the reader. I hope this angers that anon who told me I’m not allowed to write about the Super family anymore. >:)

      ~~

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      Domestic Drabbles - 6: It’s Not London (Part 1)

      Presenting! *drum roll* Part 6 of Domestic Drabbles: A Series! 
      More inspiration from my amazing husband!

      This one has two parts, so watch for the next one coming soon. Beware the slight angst.

      And shoutout to @baz-n-simon for being the most amazing beta, support, and bestie (:


      Simon

      Baz has been having a string of bad days lately. When he comes over, he’s grumpy and frustrated, and we always end up arguing over pointless things before he leaves for the night. We’re both so fiery and stubborn that neither of us can back down. Sometimes these fights are so intense that I’m so sure he wouldn’t even bother coming over the next day. But he always does. Everyday.

      Most of the time, we don’t talk about it. The arguments or Baz’s bad day. It’s not that we avoid the conversation; it’s just that I rarely ask and he rarely offers. I’ve never been great with words, so I made a rule for myself to not force others to talk if they don’t want to. And Baz tends to avoid talking about most of his feelings, like he always has, so the conversation never happens. Penny says that this isn’t healthy, but when has mine and Baz’s relationship ever been an example of perfection?

      But now, Baz is standing in front of me, in the doorway of my bedroom, looking like he might cry at any moment, and I immediately decide to break my rule.

      “Baz.” I gently touch his hand that’s gripping the doorknob. “What- what’s wrong?” He’s so delicate like this, so fragile, like if touched him any more, he would break.

      He shifts his gaze around my face, like he’s unsure, or thinking. Then he furrows his brow and touches my shoulder, then gently pushes me aside.

      “I don’t want to talk about it, Snow,” he says. He walks over to my bed and just plops down on it, stomach first and dead-weight. Literally dead-weight, my mind adds. And then I frown.

      “Baz,” I say. He just sighs into the sheets, then grabs a pillow and places it over his head.

      “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

      I frown at him again. At this point, I would just go to the kitchen for snacks and let Baz fume through what was bothering him. But with that look on his face, I’m suddenly determined to get him to tell me.

      “Baz,” I say again, and he groans. He then grabs the entire blanket from the end of the bed and pulls it on top of him.

      “No, Snow.”

      I walk over to his legs that are sticking off the bed, and I touch his ankle gently.

      “Tell me,” I say. It wasn’t a demand; more of a subtle plea.

      He lets out a muffled huff. “No, Snow,” he says again.

      I crawl onto the bed and sit beside him. “Please tell me,” I say, laying my hand on his back.

      “No.” He pulls the edges of the blanket closer to him. “Can’t you leave me alone?”

      “Nope,” I say, grabbing the edges of the blanket near his face. I try to yank them away, but Baz’s death-grip is unmatched. His literal death-grip, my mind adds. And I frown again. I can’t seem to turn off the vampire jokes today.

      “I don’t want to talk about it,” Baz says, tucking the blanket it under him. “Let me hide here in peace.”

      “I want you to talk about it, Baz,” I say. I roll on top of him and sit on his back, pinning the back of his legs down with my feet. “I’m not going to let you hide.” I grab the blanket in front of his face and pull it upward.

      “Ugh, Snow. Get off,” he says, trying to hold the blanket down. He moves around slightly, trying to shake me off, but I have the upperhand. Literally.

      I manage to pull the blanket out of one of Baz’s hands, and I peel it back off part of his face. He immediately turns his head over and hides his face in the other hand.

      “Leave me alone,” he says, but it’s less upset sounding and more grumpy.

      “I will leave you alone if you tell me,” I say, tugging at the blanket in his other hand.

      “No.”

      I start to frown, but my lip suddenly curls upward into a smirk. I push Baz’s hair away from his temple, lean down, and kiss him gently there. And then again. And again.

      “Please tell me,” I say, curling my fingers into his hair.

      He just buries his face even more into his blanketed hand.

      “Baz,” I mumble against his temple.

      “No, Snow.”

      I kiss his temple again, then start pushing the blanket away from his face. He tries to fight me, holding onto the blanket as much as possible, but I keep managing to push it further and further away. I kiss each area of his face as I uncover it. I kiss the top of his cheekbone, and then his cheek, and his jaw, and then his nose. He has his eyes scrunched closed, so I kiss his eyelids, and then his forehead. I linger back along his temple, then kiss his ear.

      “Baz,” I whisper into it.

      He groans. “Fine,” he says, opening his eyes and letting go of the blanket. “I’ll tell you.”

      I smile at him and lean up. As I begin to relax, Baz pushes my shoulder and tries to roll, pushing me off in the process. He almost succeeds in escaping, but as he rolls over, I pin one of his arms down so he can’t get up and roll back on top of him.

      “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me,” I say. He tries to push at me with his free arm, but I pin that down as well. I’m inches away from his face now, and he’s glaring at me, his pupils enlarging, so I glare back.

      We hold our glares at each other for a moment before he huffs in defeat. “Fine, Snow, fine. Just let go of my arms.”

      “I will give you one arm,” I say.

      He grins at this, and I feel my whole body relax. I didn’t even realize how tense I had been until now.

      “Fine,” he says, still grinning. “One arm.”

      I let go of his left arm, and he immediately places his hand on my leg, stroking his thumb along it. His grin suddenly disappears though, and I feel myself tense up again.

      “My father,” he says, and his eyes shift away from me. “He’s never approved of my choice in Universities. London has never been prestigious enough for him. He wants me to go to Oxford.”

      I raise my eyebrow at him. “Oxford? What’s wrong with that?”

      His gaze falls back on me. “It’s not London, Snow.”

      “I don’t understand, Baz,” I say, and I truly don’t. Oxford is prestigious. Baz is prestigious. It makes sense for him to go there.

      Baz wiggles his arm that I’ve pinned down, and I let it go, leaning up in the process. He immediately grabs my hand and squeezes it. His eyes lock with mine, and they’re filled with so much sadness that my chest starts to hurt.

      “It’s not London, Simon.”


      (Part 2)

      (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(7)(8) - (ao3)

      Cat Call (Crankgameplays x Reader)

      Anonymous said:

      can you do one where the some guy makes fem reader feel uncomfortable in public (either like a fan at a meet up or some stranger idk) and boyfriend eth comes and is all protective and defends her? thx ❤️ I love your writing!!

      (Thank you!! Protective Eth all the way dude. Enjoy!)

      WARNING: A man touches reader in an inappropriate place and harasses her.


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      It was a simple date at the beach. The both of you laid on a blanket on the sand, enjoy the warm sun and sounds of the ocean. It was serene, peaceful, a nice departure from the hetic life one can live with doing YouTube for a living. Despite the large amount of people at the beach.

      “Don’t those clouds look like dogs?” Ethan pointed to the clouds to the left of you.

      “What?” You tilted your head. “They look like goats to me.”

      He looked at you, brow furrowed. “How do you see goats when it’s clearly dogs?”

      “How do you see dogs when it’s clearly goats?” You shot back, laughing.

      “Okay, wait.” He pulled you closer to him, moving your head so it was the same angle as his. “See?”

      “Oh shit yes, I see the dogs.” You said, laying your head on him. “But it looked like goats from my original angle.”

      Ethan placed an arm around you. “Of course it did, Y/N.”

      “With the changing winds, the clouds look like monkeys now.” You pointed out.

      “And that one looks like a lion.” He said, gesturing to the cloud on the right. “And a zebra over there!”

      You smiled, watching at he pointed out a jungle full of cloud animals. Eventually the clouds changed too quickly to recognize a shape, so you two settled into each other. Cuddling on the sand, it was almost like a romance novel. Except for the sex on the beach part. There are places sand shouldn’t be at all.

      The waves grew in volume, seeming to call your names. You looked over at Ethan, who was calmly gazing to the sky. “Wanna go for a swim?”

      He nodded. “Hell yeah.”

      You stood, taking off your sundress to reveal a yellow bikini. “C'mon, Ethan.”

      “Wait, let me enjoy the view.” He smirked, appreciating your form in a bikini.

      “Like what you see?” You teased.

      “Oh, I do.” He got up, taking off his shirt.

      “I like what I see too.”

      Hand in hand, you walked down the beach. The water was warm from the sun directly beaming down on it, with soft waves splashing at your ankles.

      You stop when the water hit your chest, though it only reached Ethan’s abdomen. “I’m so short.”

      He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You’re bite sized.”

      “Oh really?” You laughed. “Then bite me.”

      “Not in public, babe.” He whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek before dragging you deeper into the water.

      “Wait! Ethan! I can’t touch the bottom!” You screeched, holding on to him.

      He hooked one arm under you. “I got you.”

      When he stopped, he couldn’t reach the bottom either. You splashed him, laughing as he his retaliation attempt missed.

      “Y/N-” You splashed him again. This time, he didn’t miss and got you in the face. Thus started the splash war. The water won. Deciding to do a cute little beach vlog, Ethan stayed in the water while you went to get the camera.

      You wrung your hair, twisting it into a bun. On the walk back to your spot, a man stopped you.

      “Hey, I’ve seen you somewhere.” He said, smiling at you.

      Being a YouTuber, you thought nothing of it. “Maybe online? I make videos”

      “No, no…” He shook his head. “I’m pretty sure it was in my dreams.”

      “I don’t think so.” You took a step back, but he stepped forward.

      He placed a hand on your shoulder. “C'mon girl, you don’t need to act like that.”

      “I think I do.” You brushed his hand off. “I have a boyfriend.”

      “Why don’t you upgrade, girl? You’re probably too hot for him.” He closed more distance between you.

      Feeling uncomfortable, you took a few steps back. “Please, stop.”

      He persisted. “Don’t be so cold, girl. I’m just trying to be nice.”

      Your stomach turned, skin crawling as you felt his eyes creep all over your skin. “Please stop…”

      His hand landed on your shoulder again, slowly sliding down to your bottom. “But you’re so pretty and that bikini looks so good on you. I’d love to see it off you. So how about you and me leave this beach?”

      Frozen in place, your eyes darted around, hoping someone saw what was happening. Unfortunately, the people in the immediate area were too wrapped up in their beach fun to notice. You shook his hand off, feeling violated. Tears threatened to fall and nausea took over, bile rising up your throat.

      “How about you leave her the fuck alone?” Ethan. Thank goodness. You clung to him, feeling much safer and less vulnerable.

      The guy scoffed. “Why don’t you leave us alone?”

      Ethan wrapped an arm around you. “Because you’re being an asshole and you just touched my girlfriend.”

      “I was telling her how I’d be better for her.” He crossed his arms. “She’s way too hot for you.”

      “Leave her alone. She’s not a piece of meat.” Ethan said, frowning. “So fuck off and stop bothering her. You’re making her uncomfortable.”

      He huffed, puffing out his chest. “Just trying to give her a better option-”

      Stop.” Ethan isn’t a yeller when angry. No, it’s not the volume but the tone of his voice that gets harsh. And his eyes, no longer full of the usually playful energy, but of white hot fire. “Either apologize or get the fuck out.

      Knowing anything else woukd get him punched, the man walked away, grumbling. When he was a good distance off, Ethan turned to you.

      “Y/N, are you okay? I’m sorry, I should have gone with you…”

      “I’m okay now. It’s not your fault. He was such a… Ugh. I feel like I need a shower.” You shivered, the skin where he touched you burning. “I should’ve pushed him away instead of freezing up like that-”

      “Hey, it’s not your fault.” Ethan took you back to where you two left your belongings. “Wanna go home?”

      You nodded, slipping your sundress back on. “Yeah, I really need that shower.”

      Once home, the first thing you did was hope into the shower. You scrubbed the places he touched you, your skin stinging from the force you used.

      Ethan sat on the floor next to the tub at your request, as you didn’t want to be alone. “Don’t scrape your skin off, Y/N. That’ll hurt.”

      You set the sponge down. “I just want him off me. He slid his hand down my body, all the way down to my butt. It was cold and gross and dirty.”

      “I know, but please don’t hurt yourself.” He held your hand, his fingers between yours. “I promise you that you’ll never have to feel that ever again.”

      Smiling, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

      “Of course, anything for you.”

      “I love you.”

      “I love you too.”


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      (I tried ;^; I added some fluff bc who doesn’t like fluff??)