uh oh guess what day it is

People talk a lot about McCree’s responses to actually having food regularly available when he joins Blackwatch but like, other things to consider for this poor kid

  • His reaction upon seeing he has a BED, like an actual bed, there’s enough blankets on it for him to roll up in it twice and he does.
  • Not only that he gets his own ROOM? Plenty of people in Blackwatch bunk together but Gabe didn’t want that with McCree since he was still a minor when he joined so, perks.
  • McCree is actually allowed to keep his own things now. For a while he had a habit of hiding them in his room, when Gabe finds them he’s terrified they’re gonna get taken and it’s like no… they’re yours…
  • People often have Gabe being strict on him (and I’m sure he would be) but I think after day 1 Gabe would be VERY careful with the language he uses. The first time he shouts at him he can see McCree flinching, steeling himself like he’s about to get punched in the face or worse. He doesn’t yell at McCree anymore (overtime when they trust each other more he uses harsher language when necessary)
  • Gabe almost exhausted with how often McCree asks permission to do ANYTHING but doesn’t get upset because he knows why the kid does it
  • Don’t touch me on the concept of McCree thinking that the moment you become a risk you get left for dead. I hurt thinking about him stuck somewhere on a mission, just waiting to either die or be forced to save himself only for Gabe to save him.
  • Or Gabe’s surprise cause he almost expects the kid to be lazy but after a couple of late mornings the kid’s pushing himself really hard on training, always volunteering for cleaning duties, because he’s worried if he’s not being useful he’ll get kicked out.
  • “You want me to what?” “Take a short vacation kid.” “We…. have those…????”
  • “Kid I told you to take a break.” “I… don’t understand boss what’s a break…”
  • “You know Jesse, when I punished you and told you to polish the guns I didn’t expect you to be in here for an entire day.” “Uh, but, don’t they need to be spotless?” “*sigh* No but uh… you know what? Good job, go get some sleep.”
  • “Jesse…” “Yeah boss?” “Listen, a cleaning assignment doesn’t mean it has to look like new. Will you stop scrubbing the toilet, please?”
  • “Hey boss, made some dinner!” “J-Jesse… why is there so much?” “Well we had it and now we have leftovers to last us a week.” “Jesse…”
  • Or shit let’s talk about WATER rationing cause on route 66 I doubt it was a common thing. Jesse was probably used to running on one jug a day (like two cups at most). Like first day of rly hard training the kid PASSES OUT from dehydration and like. “Jesse, how much water have you had today?” “Uh? I had a little this morning I guess… with coffee…” “…. that’s it?” “Yeah why?” “Oh god.”
  • Gabe has to buy him a special water bottle so Jesse remembers to drink enough during the day.
  • Jesse hoarding sweets for a special occasion and Gabe has to remind him that “I can get you more, easy, if you need it, just eat it god.”
  • Oh god or clothing habits like, “Jesse, I gave you more than one uniform for a reason.” “What do you mean?” “I mean if one gets dirty you can wear a fresh one until laundry day jesus kid go change.”
  • On that note, it’s a two month battle to force Jesse to shower regularly.
  • He still hates showering regularly, to this day, but he does it.
  • Also it takes Gabe aprox. 1 day to figure out that Jesse uses the hat not just for kicks but as a confidence booster (feel stronger with it sort of thing) and allows him to wear it in spite of the uniform.
  • Other members steal it once, once, they never do again.
Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.

A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.

I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.

Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.

My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.

I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.

“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.

He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

I sighed.

“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”

I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.

“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.

I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.

He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.

I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”

“And people stare?” He pressed.

“Yep,” I said shortly.

“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”

I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.

“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.

“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.

"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.

I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?

“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”

He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably. 

I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.

“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.

“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”

As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.

At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”

Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.

“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.

“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.

“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.

“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.

"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.

“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.

He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.

“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.

“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.

“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.

“I just want to say that you’re great.

I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.

“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.

After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism. 

Do you think the hospital wing had resources for treating cats, too? All it takes is one dropped beetle eye, one gillyweed root, one spontaneously combusting puff ball…

And let’s face it, cats would happily chew on plastic bags and straight up danger if we let them. Electrical cords? Zap noodles. Can you imagine the trouble cats get into at a school where they have free access to magic?

“Uh hey Andrew your cat is totally stalking the giant squid”

“God damn it not again”

“My cat is terrified of the house elves and refuses to let them clean the common room, the trash is piling up, send help”

“Yeah she ate something on the floor and she’s been floating around knocking things down for about 3 days–oh yeah, she’s having a blast, but the litter box is on the ground so you tell me”

“What do you MEAN she killed it in the forbidden forest it’s 3 times her size–KITTY DON’T EAT THE ACROMANTULA”

“Guess who has a lifetime ban from the greenhouses?? You do!!”

Flug: *clearly awkward* So uh, do you also sell weapons… to um, heroes, though, I guess?
White Hat: Oh goodness no, even after Dr. Slys starting working with me we’ve never sold weapons. Force fields, armor, repairs, that sort of thing.
Flug: O-Oh…
White Hat: *moves hand to chest* But my main product as always been myself~
Flug: *Does a double take*
Flug: You… sell yourself?
White Hat: Oh, yes.
White Hat: I can be a body guard if you like, or watch over a city for a day. Sometimes I’m hired to save a kidnapped victim or stop a heist.
Flug: A-Ah, for a second I thought you meant-
White Hat: Though, most often people hire me to spend the night in their bed
Flug: *drops coffee cup* 
Flug: What? Er- I guess if you, um, if they want to spend the night with you- uh,
White Hat: Oh, no. They want me to shapeshift into my brother.
Black Hat, who is nearby: *spits out his tea*
White Hat, now covered in tea: …. anyways

Neighbours (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I love your writing! You’re so talented. Also can I request a Spider-Man where when they where young and peter had a crush on the reader, but they moved away, now they are back and like cute fluffy stuff? Please and thank you // by @littlesistersalvatore

A/N: I’m going to do a part 2(might even turn this into a series, I don’t really know, but I think this can be a nice start to something), so that’s why the ending is so open. Hope you enjoy nonetheless! I’m imagining Peter being 20-21, more or less, by the way!!


When Peter had been told by his aunt to introduce himself to the new neighbours, he had expected them to be an elderly couple. They had just moved into the house in front of his and his aunt had baked cookies for them, although she couldn’t introduce herself to them because she had to work and as she always said, ‘’cookies are supposed to be eaten when they have just been baked.’’
He didn’t know why he had expected them to be old -probably because everyone in his building was older than forty and the only person who was younger than that was a seven year old who hated him.
Now Peter was standing in front of the door, a plate full of cookies in one of his hands and ready to knock with the other. He knocked softly, not really eager to meet the people whom he would have to see everyday from thereon. Peter imagined the many scenarios that could happen -they could be rude and tell him to leave, they could be mad that Peter was bothering them, or they could simply not open the door to a stranger.
Just as Peter was about to leave, he heard footsteps walking around the apartment and tripping over things.
‘’I’m coming!’’ a voice yelled.
Peter was surprised -the person sounded like a girl, probably his age. He started growing more nervous by that fact -if he was already a mess with old people, he was even more of a mess with girls his age.
He didn’t know what to do -should he quickly turn around and leave the cookies at the doorstep, or should he man up and introduce himself properly?
He didn’t have time to decide(although he would most likely have chosen the first option, and he knew that). The door finally opened and it revealed a young girl, her hair up in a pony tail and an old oversized t-shirt covering most of her body.
‘’Peter?’’ the girl asked, her eyes wide open. ‘’Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you!’’
Peter didn’t understand at first -why did that girl know him and why did she look so familiar. It was then when he realized -she was the girl he had been madly in love with for most of his life and who had moved away the day after he had finally built up the courage to kiss her.
‘’[Y/N]?’’ he softly asked.
The girl nodded and smiled, taking the cookies and putting them on an unpacked box, taking Peter’s hand as well and pulling him into the apartment.
‘’It’s been so long!’’ she exclaimed. ‘’Four years, right? Oh my God, this is so exciting. What are you doing with your life?’’
Peter didn’t know what to do. All the feelings he had took so long to bury four years ago had awoken and his heart was jumping in his chest.
‘’Uh, nothing exciting, I guess’’ he said.
‘’I can’t believe it’s you’’ she continued. ‘’I’ve missed you so much.’’
He laughed softly and looked at her, trying to decide his next move. She realized and walked to the kitchen, looking back at Peter for a moment.
‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ she asked him. ‘’I think we have lots to talk about.’’

Imagine Your OTP

Flower Shop Edition

-Person A decides they are finally going to get their crush (Person B) a bouquet of flowers and confess, but when they come to the flower shop they find to their horror that Person B is the one working there -Bonus- (Person A is so flustered that they go through with it) and Person B is heart-broken when Person A tells them that they are looking for an arrangement for their crush. The next day they are shocked when person A enters the shop with the bouquet and silently hands it to them.

-Person A applies for a temporary job at a nearby flower shop where they meet their employer, Person B. After a month or so Person B asks how their job hunting is going and Person A gets really flustered and says it’s going great because they don’t want to admit that they’ve fallen for Person B and have stopped looking all together. But seriously how are they supposed to look for another job when Person B keeps singing softly while they work and smiling and wishing everyone a good morning I mean?? And who would protect this cinnamon roll that names all their plants and cries whenever their favorite gets sold????

-Person A is working a shift at the flower shop when Person B (a customer) suddenly starts having a massive allergic reaction to one of the flowers and passes out. Person A jumps to the rescue and tries to help Person B. When Person B wakes up (a bit delirious) they ask if they are dead and if Person A’s their angel.

-Person A and Person B are rivals both trying to get the same promotion in a flower shop, and they somehow manage to turn everything into a competition. “You think you are better at keeping plants alive?? We’ll see about that,” “oh you think you’re better at arrangements? Oooho just wait and see” “I hear you talking smack about your knowledge of the flower language you wanna go??” “I bet I can do WAY better at customer service that you ever could,” “you think you’re so romantic huh?? Prove it and take me out on a date (wait I mean-uh-yeah I guess that’s what I meant)”

-Everything is a normal day for Person A when Person B suddenly comes in sobbing and crying and trying to ask for a couple of flowers for a relative who just passed away but instead they get a really warm hug from Person A and a free arrangement

-Person B is starting to get a little freaked out by Person A who shows up every day to buy another venus fly trap and eventually Person B just flat out asks why because I mean what do you even do with all of them?? Are you trying to make a giant army of flesh eating plants or what??

-Person A buys a bouquet of roses every day and Person B starts getting really jealous. I mean, what kind of partner deserves someone as gorgeous as Person A?? Person B follows them home one day but instead of bringing them to a partner they carry the roses to a graveyard.  

-Person A shows up everyday to Person B’s flower shop just to make a plant pun, and at first Person B wanted to throw Person A out the window but now it’s actually kinda cute and it really brightens up their day

-Person A is a regular at Person B’s flower shop and Person A always asks for advice on what kind of flowers to get for their relatives and Person B (who is totally in love) tries to subtly express their feelings through flower language, but Person A is totally oblivious. Luckily, Person A’s friends are not.

-Person A and Person B are married, and on their anniversary every year Person A sends Person B a bouquet of flowers with a cute message. One day Person A dies, and Person B is absolutely devastated. When their anniversary arrives, Person B is shocked to see one of the employees at the local flower shop dropping off a bouquet. When Person B asks them what they are doing, the employee explains that Person A paid for years and years in advance. Person B can barely keep from crying when they read Person A’s message that says “My love for you is eternal”.

  • yoongi, half asleep: uh, man, i wanna sleep some more...
  • hoseok: what if i told you're still dreaming?
  • yoongi: lol really?
  • hoseok: yeah, this is a dream
  • yoongi: does that mean i can do whatever i want and it will have no harm in my actual real life?
  • hoseok: i guess
  • yoongi: oh
  • yoongi: hobi i think we need to have a serious conversation
  • yoongi: it's a dream anyway
  • yoongi: i want you to fuck me ok i know we're like best friends and i shouldn't be saying this but i've been passing my days horny because of you i think you might like it
  • hoseok: uh, dude
  • yoongi: what
  • hoseok: it's not a dream
  • hoseok: i was just playing with you
  • yoongi:
  • hoseok:
  • yoongi:
  • hoseok:
  • yoongi, a professional, pretending to be a sleepwalker waking up from an usual nap: DUDE GUESS WHAT I JUST HAD THE FUNNIEST DREAM
AU: High School Reunion

AU: Fake Dating. Prompt: It’s my high school reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me + personal plot request

Characters: Spencer Reid x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral     Triggers: None     Words: 1,288

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You sighed to yourself as Derek left your office. Of course he had an important meeting on the day of your reunion. The thought of cancelling crossed your mind. But you knew that if you didn’t go, the others would start rumors about why. You needed to go. To show them that you were successful. You didn’t need a date, but it would have made it so much better to see their faces fall seeing that you had succeeded so much more that they did. 

You leaned back in your chair, sighing, then shot up at the idea that popped into your head. Rising and leaving your office you looked around for the young genius who could be your saving grace. Seeing him standing in from of the case billboard you approached him slowly.

“Spence?” you said quietly, not wanting to startle him.

Turning he smiled at you “Hey y/n”

“Uh…listen I wanted to ask you something, a favor kind of. But you can say no” you said, gaining his attention.

Turning fully towards you he squinted “Okay, what is it?”

“Uh, I have a school reunion coming up in a few days and I kind of wanted a date to come with me to pretend to be my boyfriend…. Derek was gonna go but he has a meeting in D.C.”

“Oh, Um, I guess I could go” he said

“Really?! Oh wait, I forgot to mention…it’s kind of in England…” you trailed off “Probably should have mentioned that first”

“You went to high school in England?”

“Yeah, well they don’t really have high school, it’s just called secondary school, but it’s basically the same thing”

He just nodded his head “Okay”

“Okay? No questions? No ifs, and’s, or buts? Not even wandering why I need a fake boyfriend?”

“No, I get it, to show people your happier than they thought you would be. It’s pretty common actually. Besides,, I’ve never been to one, a high school reunion, I never went to mine so it would be cool to see one, even if it’s in England”

You stared at him, in mild surprise “Great, um so I’ll call the travel agency and have Derek’s ticket changed to your name and I’ll bring it to you tomorrow!” You said excited at you ran back to your office.

-

The plane ride was decent enough, long but fine. After arriving in your hotel, that you made sure was double beds, you and Reid immediately went to bed, it was a long flight and you two were to tired to go exploring. But the next morning was nice, you and Reid managed to go have breakfast, and you showed Reid some of your old favorite places to hang out. That evening was the reunion and you were definitely nervous.

“You okay?” Reid asked as you nervously checked over your outfit again 

“Huh? Oh fine, I just…I didn’t get along with a lot of people at my school, they thought I was too smart for my own good and they were always convinced I would never become as successful as I hoped”

‘But you did right?” he asked approaching you “You’re one of the U.S’s top linguistics experts and you work with the FBI as a profiler, I would say that’s pretty successful” he said encouragingly.

You smiled at him “Me too”

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SECRET LOVE AFFAIR [BARRY ALLEN]

request: “Barry and reader keeping their relationship a secret from the team? Thanks pal <3” — by anon

a/n: you’re welcome, pal ;-) oh, and just to clarify, barry is just hiding their relationship from caitlin, cisco, and iris. joe and julian know :-) also, sorry if this was crappy, ugh, i am honestly losing inspiration i swear

Masterlist + Request here!

Walking through the outskirts of Central City, Y/N stopped and entered the warm atmosphere of Jitters, planning to meet up with someone for this breezy night. She took light steps as she goes to the second level of the coffee shop, taking the table where the people would least take notice of before sitting down and patiently waiting.

On the other hand, Barry Allen was rushing to excuse himself from Team Flash who were celebrating for another successful metahuman case. He was bouncing his leg up and down in impatience, sighing and hoping that he could just go already so that he won’t be late for another meeting with a certain girl who he has not been spending a lot time with.

“Guys,” he finally couldn’t take it anymore, “is it okay if I go? I just remembered I have to do something important.”

Caitlin nodded. “Yeah, sure, Barry.”

And with that, he didn’t waste time go to Jitters and do what he had to do. When he had entered, he automatically ordered their two usual drinks and once he got them, he proceeded upstairs.

“Oh, crap.” he frowned when he saw that their table was empty and Y/N was nowhere to be seen.

“Yeah, you’re in big trouble.” a voice said from behind which made him look.

Y/N was there with a teasing grin on her face. “Don’t worry, babe. I just went to the restroom, I didn’t ditch you.”

Barry chuckled, leaning down to kiss her swiftly before leading her to their table.

It’s been approximately four months since he made it official with Y/N. She was a regular reporter from the CCPN, and since he used to visit Iris every other day, he would always see Y/N working and doing her job. He didn’t deny that he was attracted already just be one mere glance — so with all the courage he had, he asked her on a date.

After that, everything just happened in a fast blur. The next thing you know, she was already his girlfriend. But the only problem was is that nobody knew that she was. Why? Well, Barry was the one who urged to keep their relationship a secret for the meanwhile because of the fear that she would get caught up with him being the Flash, which she still didn’t know.

“So, what took you so long?” asked Y/N, gladly taking the cup from him as they sit down.

Barry shrugged. “It was nothing. Just had to do something at the precinct.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Precinct? I just got there before going here in hope that we can go together. Joe said you left early.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were asking much earlier. Er — I was cleaning up the, uh, apartment.” he lied.

“Cleaned up the apartment?” Y/N suppressed a chuckle. “Okay then.” she sipped from her cup, surprisingly letting go of his slip up quicker than expected.

“How about you?” said Barry. “How was your day?”

“Good.” she brought the cup down. “Nothing interesting. I was supporting Iris’ report about The Flash.”

“The Flash?” asked Barry with interest. “And what do you think about him?”

Y/N shrugged. “He’s okay, I guess.”

He tried not to look disappointed. “Okay? That’s the only adjective you can think of?”

There was something about her smile that made him quite uneasy, as if she knew who The Flash really was, but before he can even say anything or ask her about it, he suddenly saw the team entering Jitters, completely unaware that Barry was there.

Y/N followed his gaze and widened her eyes. “Oh, look. There’s Iris. We should probably —”

“Y/N,” Barry cut her off, “I haven’t told her about us. I know I promised that I would but I keep on forgetting.” he lied yet again.

She frowned. “Barry, I told you I don’t like keeping this a secret. We’re not Romeo and Juliet, you know.”

“I know.” said Barry.

They looked back down again and in that moment, they gained eye contact with Cisco who was now peering at them curiously. Without warning, Y/N smirked and leaned forward just as Barry faced her again in attempt to ask her what to do. She could feel that he was surprised at her actions that when she pulled away, Barry had his eyes wide and mouth still open.

“Am I really that bad of a kisser?” joked Y/N, Barry composing himself. “Come on, Barry. You can’t expect us to hide this forever.”

He sighed. “Okay, you’re right.” he glanced at Cisco, his friend now explaining vigorously to his two other companions, Caitlin and Iris also glancing at their spot. “Shall we?” Barry held out his hand as he stands up.

Y/N grinned. “We shall.” she took his hand.

And together, they descended the staircase, ready to be bombarded by questions by their friends and co-workers.

Marichat Day 12: Sleepover

“Are you sure we’re not going to get in trouble?” Marinette peeked over the roof ledge of the school.

“Who would even know we’re up here? Don’t worry, Princess. I’ve got everything taken care of.” Chat Noir finished covering an air mattress with blankets.

“My house is literally across the street. We could’ve just done this on my balcony.”

“We always hang out on your balcony. I wanted to do something special for the meteor shower.” He opened a cooler and pulled out bottled water, offering one to her.

“When did you get all this up here?” she laughed, taking in the pumped air mattress, blankets and pillows, cooler, and expensive-looking telescope.

“I’m a Chat of mystery,” he winked. “Come sit with me.” He patted the space beside him on the mattress. 

Marinette sat down and then laid back. Chat Noir smiled down at her and then joined her, flat on his back. 

“It really is beautiful,” she sighed, looking at the stars. “When will we be able to see the meteors?”

“Maybe another hour or so, according to the astronomy app.”

“Chat?”

“Hmmm?”

“Is it weird to hang out with me?”

He rolled over and propped himself up on an elbow. “What in the world do you mean?”

She turned towards him. “Like, you’re someone outside of Chat Noir, but you only hang out with me as Chat. Are you different with me or are you the same as you are in everyday life but with a mask?”

“Are you asking who I am?”

“No!” She blushed. “I guess I’m just wondering if you ever feel like two different people? The Chat Noir who saves the day with Ladybug and hangs out with Marinette and the Chat Noir who…doesn’t?” She closed her eyes and gave a frustrated huff. “This isn’t coming out at all the way I mean.”

“I think I understand what you’re asking.” He pursed his lips in thought. “Yeah, sometimes I do feel like two different people.”

“Oh.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Uh…you don’t have to do that.”

He furrowed his brow and then laughed. “I’m not going to tell you who I am right now if that’s what you’re nervous about.”

She let out a breath of relief. “Sorry,” she grinned sheepishly. “What’s your secret?”

He leaned in a little closer. “I’m never more myself than when I’m like this with you.”

“Really?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable with another person before.”

Marinette smiled at him. “I’m glad I can be that person for you, kitty.”

“I’m glad you’re my person too.” He kissed her forehead. “Now, let me teach you about the stars because I have a feeling you are woefully uneducated.”

“Excuse me, I have excellent star knowledge, thank you very much.”

Hours later after constellations had been pointed out and glittering bits of meteor had been spotted, Marinette lay curled on her side on the mattress, covered in blankets and breathing in and out in an even rhythm.

Adrien watched her sleep, tempting fate for the chance to see her so relaxed without his mask in the way.

“You’re playing with fire, Kid,” Plagg warned as he recharged with a piece of Camembert.

“I don’t mind the heat,” Adrien whispered in reply.

7 times they noticed (4/7)

It’s time for Coran Coran the Gorgeous Man. Actually quite hard to write. I decided to write this from Coran’s pov also, to just change things up?


Coran saw it. Of course he did, he was a veteran, he was a father, and although he did not understand the customs of their strange world, he remembered being years away from his family. He remembered pacing and fighting because there was nothing else to do.

He remembered the exact same hurt on his own son’s face, the exact same resignation, the same jokes, the same mood-breakers. And if he wasn’t damned by how much he saw his son in the blue paladin’s face, he was surely blessed by it. In a way, he had another chance, another opportunity; although he would be a fool to think they were the same person. To compare them is all too easy, but he shouldn’t in any case. But still, he knew that Lance was hurting, and no matter how much he reminded him of his son, hurting is hurting.

Let it be known that Coran considered himself a patient man, and often a kind one. This was not the case when someone else was hurting.

“Lance?” He asked in a conversational tone as he saw the young paladin pacing in the control room. Lance looked up in surprise.

“Oh! Coran, my man! What’s up?” He clicked his fingers at Coran, who supposed this was an Earth greeting between friends. He was however, unsure whether to return them. He decided against it, simply smiling at the boy.

“Hello, Lance! It has come to my attention that -” He trailed off, squinting his eyes in suspicion. Lance tilted his head in confusion. “What are you doing in the control room?” Coran questioned, raising an eyebrow, mustache twitching.

“Oh…uh…Allura! I was looking for Allura, have you seen her?” Lance stuttered, laughing nervously. Coran squinted his eyes even more, pursing his mouth.

“I ordered the princess to take a day off. She does too much work, I’m afraid.” Coran looked to Lance for his response, raising his eyebrow further.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Lance sighed. He scratched behind his ear in a show of nonchalance. “Well, I guess I’ll just go train. See ya!” Lance turned to go, but not before Coran spoke.

“Wait!”

Lance looked back in confusion at the oddly alarmed tone of the normally eccentric man.

“What is it, my dude?” Lance made a show of smiling, but Coran noticed it failed to reach his eyes.

“Are…are you in good health, paladin?” Coran asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet to quell the anxiety rising within him.

“Uh…yeah? Totally.” Lance laughed, looking in confusion. “Why? Do I look sick? Because I’ll have you know that I use moisturizer, and my skin looks perfect.” Lance put his hand on his chest in mock-astonishment.

“No! You look perfectly healthy, Lance.” Coran stuttered. Lance looked confused at the normally unflappable Altean. “I mean, not physical health.” Coran frowned at Lance. “The health of the mind.” Lance widened his eyes.

“Oh.” Lance looked down, falling silent, his mind working. “Yeah.” He smiled nervously. Coran was not convinced.

“Truly?” He asked, tilting his head, looking down at the anxious paladin.

“Well, I guess I’m homesick, but I mean, who isn’t?” Lance laughed once more, and once more it rang hollow.

“Of course my boy, you’ve just seemed…” He paused, looking for his words. “off.” Lance looked taken aback, letting out an exhale of confused laughter.

“Really?” He raised his shoulder, twisting his face into obviously forced confusion. Coran once again paused, looking for the words. He restarted his original statement with a small shake of his head.

“It has come to my attention you might be feeling…inadequate. And…what did you call it? Homesick.” Lance stuttered in response.

“W-well, I mean…yeah I’m feeling like, homesick, but inadequate? What?” He looked around, and Coran knew that look. It was the look of a child trying to find a way out of a confronting conversation. He had seen it on his children too many times.

“Lance, missing one’s family is extremely natural. And I’ll let you know on a secret.” He leant in as he said this, and Lance raised his eyebrows, unimpressed.

“Yeah?”

“No one feels adequate. Everyone feels they have too much to live up to.” Coran stared at Lance, nodding. Lance let out a bark of laughter.

“Oh, really.” His voice was heavy with sarcasm. “Well then, everyone’s an idiot.”

“Yes, most probably.” Coran nodded with sincerity, and Lance rolled his eyes.

“No, I mean, everyone else actually lives up to impossible expectations, whereas I… I’m just…” Lance trailed off, tears brimming, trying to finish his sentence with unintelligible gestures. This confused Coran.

“I’m sorry Lance, but I do not understand these human non-verbal gestures? Do you also communicate like Glapthorns?” Coran looked to the human for an answer, who let out a small giggle.

“Glapthorns?” He asked. Coran puffed up.

“Yes Glapthorns! They have an entire alphabet of gestures, having no mouths and all. Lovely people, really, I once…” Coran trailed off, snapping his fingers. “You’re deflecting.” He stated, staring at Lance, once again narrowing.

“Uh…no?” Lance smiled. Coran shook his head.

“Do you humans answer everything as questions, or is that just a hereditary thing?” Coran stared at Lance. “Anyway…” Lance groaned. “You say that we live up to impossible expectations. Who is ‘we’?” Coran asked, his voice gentle.

“Everyone else on this ship.” Lance stared at his feet. Coran noticed that this particular human did not like looking into another being’s eyes when stating the truth.

“Nonsense.” He replied, crossing his arms. “You are just as competent.” Lance laughed in response.

“High praise. Thanks.” Lance subtly rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome.” Coran graciously replied, nodding his head. “Well, it is true. Blue does not choose just anyone.”

“Did…” Lance paused, looking up for once. “Did you know the original blue paladin?” He bit his lip, looking into Coran’s eyes, who was taken aback by the emotion within them. Coran had to look away.

“Yes.” He swallowed thickly, emotion rising. “Yes I did.” Lance looked on, not replying. “They were wonderful. I…I did not know them as well as Allura, but I remember their beaming face. Unfortunately, I remember their last moments the most strongly.” Coran sniffed as tears threatened to swell.

“Sorry.” Lance spoke quietly. Coran drew to his full height, smiling softly.

“Do not be sorry my boy, I just…” He shook his head, trying to get rid of those memories. “They were very good friends with my son.” Coran wiped his eyes. Lance froze.

“Your…your son?” Lance’s eyes were wide.

“Yes.” Coran’s reply was barely a whisper. Then he smiled. “You remind me of him, you know.”

“Oh.” Lance was obviously lost for words.

“Don’t worry, it’s the biggest compliment I can give. You have the same soul, the same passion.” Coran smiled weakly, which was returned by Lance. “If you ever need someone to listen.” He smiled, brighter now. Lance nodded shortly, and walked silently out of the room, before stopping right before the door.

“Same here.” Lance said, with a half-smile. Coran nodded in return, mirroring the action just a few ticks ago.

Coran sighed as Lance left the room. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought his son into it, but…he felt a weight off of his shoulders nonetheless. He only hoped Lance felt the same.


Another done! No one loves Coran enough, imo. By the way, I just want to give huge thanks to @wherethestarsdontshine​ for their headcannons about Coran, because I used a lot of them here in developing his character! They’re such a good writer and you should check out their blog if you like voltron stuff.

(17/4/17: Allura is up along with rest!)

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Untitled Sanders Sides Fic

      So this is a little one shot that my Discord friends wanted, based on a prompt that I wrote.  Just a small drabble.  

Word Count: 652

Triggers: Small cameo of deaf child, Insults in french


   Thomas knew his sides had the ability to learn things he didn’t, case in point, Roman’s ability to speak Spanish, and basically anything to do with Logan.  He knew this, but why was he so surprised that Anxiety had learned ASL.  But as he watched the darkly clothed side sitting cross legged across from the twelve year old Fander, and having a conversation in ASL, he wondered why.  

           “I didn’t know he knew sign language.”

           Thomas jumped slightly and turned to look at Logan, and the other sides, taking in their surprised expressions.  Roman’s eyes were practically bulging out of his skull, not a good look for him.  It appeared that the girl has said, or technically signed, something funny, because Anxiety threw his head back and laughed.  Not the cocky smirk, or occasional snort that they were used to, but a full on laugh, that was bright and happy.  

           “D’aww!  They’re so adorable!” This exclamation came from Patton, who was smiling.  
           “Adorable is one word for it,” Came Logan’s reply, as he adjusted his glasses. “I would say this is surprisingly out of character for Anxiety.”

           Thomas wrinkled his nose at this, “But do you guys know Anxiety that well? I mean, you don’t even know his name.”

           Roman looked as if was about to say something, but instead shrugged, “You’re right Thomas, but the Emo Nightmare is so darn secretive.”  All the sides nodded at this.  

“He doesn’t make getting close to him easy at all,” Patton sighed.

           A woman came up and tapped her daughter on the shoulder and the girl looked up at her.  The mother signed a few things and the girl sighs, before standing up and waving to Anxiety, who waved back.  Anxiety then pushes himself off the ground and walks towards them, brushing off the dirt from sitting.  

           “Hey guys,” He calls out, his voice light in a way they had never heard.  “Why are you staring at me?”

“          You speak sign language?” Came Roman’s question, and Anxiety jerked around to look at him

           “Oh uh, y-yeah? I guess?” He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  

           Logan tilted his head and again pushed his glasses against his nose again, “What made you decide to learn?”

           “What is this, twenty questions?” Anxiety muttered, but sighed and answered, “I was bored one day, and though it would be fun, it’s how I learn most things.”

           Patton decided to take advantage  of Anxiety’s more relaxed mood, and asked, “Ooh, what else do you know?”

           “Eh, I learned French a year ago, Latin the year before that, and I’m working on Italian, why do you want to know?”

           “You’re a polyglot?” questioned Logan, “I’m surprised.”

           “I know big words too!” Patton said complacently. “Hilarious, octagon, squishy……”

           “Wait you speak French?” Roman wrinkled his nose.  “Can you say something in it?”

     “Sure.” Anxiety smirked, before the soft syllables of French rolled of his tongue, smooth as butter “Peu de morceaux d'eau de toilette, moisissure, moisissure, baguette de la semaine, qui ne peuvent même pas être confiés pour attirer leur poids dans n'importe quoi.”

           Patton sighed with a smile on his face at the beautiful language, “It sounds so pretty! What did you say?”

           “I called him an under cooked, stale, moldy piece of toilet water soaked, week old baguette who can’t even be trusted to pull their weight in anything.” This was said with a smirk .  

           Roman shrieked, “Oh no you didn’t Devil in Emo clothing!”

           Anxiety just smiled an evil grin and spoke again in another language, but by his tone they could tell it was insulting.  He kept his grin on his face before he broke down in laughter, the others joining him. Roman finally cracked and started laughing as well.

           Eventually when they finished laughing, Thomas looked at Anxiety, “So, what did you say?”

           “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

           “Hey!”

Title: Pain of Parting
Character: Jonathan Byers
A/n: I loved jonathan so much during the first season, his character was really interesting so I decided to write somethin’ for him. I guess we could call this angst so there’s your warning if that’s not your jam.

“Do you have to go?” Jonathan asked as he sat cross-legged on your bed, chin in his hands as he watched you move clothes from your closet to a large suitcases that laid open at the foot of your mattress.

“You know I have to,” You told him as you met his gaze with a smile. “My family always insists that we go up to the lakehouse every odd summer. We haven’t been up there in over three years. So yes, I do.”

Jonathan got quiet, his hands were busy pulling at loose peices of string that had been caught on one of your blankets.

You looked up from your folding and noticed the sad expression on his face. You’d known him for a handful of years, and you knew he wasn’t very much of a people person. Apart from you, he didn’t have many close friends.

You set aside your clothes and sat down beside him. “You shouldn’t be sad, I’m only going to be gone until August,” You told him, reaching up and running your hands through his hair. “You can phone me whenever you’d like, and I’ll write to you. Two months and I’ll be right back

Jonathan moved his head to your shoulder, his eyes closing whenever you continued to play with his hair. “Really?”

You looked down at him. “Have I ever let you down before?”

•~•

Jonathan stopped over by your house the day you were supposed to leave, he wanted a chance to say goodbye.

You were already out in the drive away, helping your dad figure out a way to put all the suitcases into the trunk of the car.

“Here, I’m gonna get a few more things from the house. Maybe your mother will be better at this.” Your dad said, giving you a small tap on the nose before jogging inside.

You brushed off your hands on your overalls before you looked over and saw Jonathan awkwardly standing to the side with his hands in his pockets.

“Jonathan!” You called, waving him over. “Come to say bye?”

Jonathan nodded, shifting his weight back and forth as he tried to think of what to say. “I already said it, but I’m gonna miss you.”

You smiled at him. “Don’t be like that, when I come back you talk my ear off about all the stuff you did and we’ll still have all of August to hang out.”

Jonathan met your gaze and he reached out to pull you into a hug.

You laughed and returned his embrace, pulling away as you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” You told him, taking a step back towards your car.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you.” He told you with a wave.

You waved back before turning on your heel.

You walked about five paces before Jonathan called you back.

You went to turn around but Jonathan was already there, and before you could even process anything he bent down and gave you a quick kiss.

“Bye.” Jonathan said once he pulled away and quickly made a run for it down the street while you watched him with wide eyes.

•~•

“Jonathan!” Joyce called as she entered the house, her hands busy shuffling through the mail she collected. “You have something from (Y/n)!”

Jonathan came quickly out of his room, only coming to a halt whenever he was in front of his mother. “Yes?”

Joyce looked up at her son and smiled, she handed him a letter and a cardboard box. “These are for you.”

Jonathan took them and a bright smile showed up on his face as he looked down at them. “Thanks.”

He hurried back into his room, setting the box aside on his nightstand before he tore apart the envelope.

You wrote about how nice the lakehouse was, how pretty the scenery was and about all the little adventures you and your family had so far on your trip.

Jonathan noticed you had drawn small doodles of rabbits and frogs all over the paper, they were even painted with the set of watercolors he had given you on your birthday.

He saved up for them for months, and it showed by how proud he was when he gave it to you and saw that you loved it.

“I sent along a box as well,” Jonathan read as he looked over and grabbed it, taking a minute to tear off the tape, he looked inside to find a small collection of things.

“The pencils are for Will, he had given me some of his drawings to keep and I thought he might like these. The earrings are for your mum, and be sure to tell her that I insist she accept them, she deserves it.

I’ve got you a gift as well, but I plan to give it to you in person.

Lots of love,”

•~•

Everyday after that, Jonathan had made it a habit to ask his mother if there was a letter from you.

“Anything from (Y/n)?”

“Did (Y/n) send a letter today?”

You would send at least one every week, but he still felt the need to ask just in case.

Until one day he noticed about two weeks had passed without word from you. Joyce would come home and gently let him know there was nothing, but reasoned the post was just being slow or you were busy with your family.

And at first Jonathan understood, he thought it was a reasonable explanation, so he stopped worrying about it.

Jonathan was driving home from picking a few things up from the grocery store for his mom, but he drove by your house and noticed that your family car was parked in the driveway.

You would have called to let him know you were coming home early, you probably would’ve gone to his house yourself if wasn’t late.

His curiosity was peaked, and he parked his car across the street before ringing your doorbell.

“Hello?” Your sister answered the door, and Jonathan was slightly taken back by her appearance.

Her eyes were puffy and red, she looked like she’d been crying for hours.

“Oh Jonathan, it’s you.” She said as she sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her shirt sleeve.

“Yeah uh, is (Y/n) here?” He asked, slightly alarmed by how distressed she looked.

If possible, her face got even more somber. “I guess it’s best to just tell you, but…” She broke off into a small series of sobs before continuing. “We were up at the lakehouse, and her and dad went out on the boat. No one knows what’s happened to them but they’ve been missing for a couple days.”

It took Jonathan a few moments to register what she was saying, and he was surprised by his lack of reaction.

“Of course, we don’t want to assume the worst, but no one can find them and it’s been days.” She said with a vacant laugh before shaking her head. “Wait here for a moment.”

Jonathan watched her disappear into the house, trying to understand why his mind was going blank at a time when he should feel sad or angry even.

But he didn’t.

“She mentioned that this was for you,” Your sister said once she returned. “She seemed pretty proud of it.” There was that sad laugh again as she held a wrapped package out to him.

“I’m so sorry,” Jonathan said, taking it from her.

Your sister nodded, her hand was now covering her mouth as tears piled up at the edges of her eyes. “She was very fond of you, talked about you a great deal.”

Jonathan looked up at her. “I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

•~•

Jonathan drove home in silence.

He didn’t even turn the radio on.

When he stepped through his front door he was met with more silence, Joyce must have been working late again.

Jonathan closed his door whenever he went inside, his eyes remaining fixated on your present to him.

He didn’t want to open it.

You told him you wanted to give it to him in person.

You told him you were going to come back.

Why didn’t you come back?

Jonathan’s hands were tearing away at the wrapping before he registered what he was doing. He then pulled out a leather sketchbook, he could vaguely remember times whenever you’d come over to his house and you’d be doodling around in it, refusing to show him the end results.

He undid the leather straps that kept it closed, and flipped through the first couple of pages.

He wasn’t surprised to find several pencil sketches of various animals, rabits and little mice in particular. Some of them were life-like while others were dressed in little jackets and hats, having tea parties by a river.

Jonathan moved to sit on the edge of his bed, despite the whirl of emotions going through his head, he found himself smiling.

To his surprise, the next pages were filled with portraits. Some were of him, others were of Will or even Joyce, they were all smiling in each of them.

He spent the next couple of minutes going through the rest of it, and he found himself growing disappointed whenever he was reaching the end.

On the very last page, there was a small handwritten note instead.

“I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I thought you’d like to have it once it was finished.

I know you’re not a fan of pictures of yourself, but I hope you won’t mind a few sketches.

All my love xx
(Y/n)”

You always had nice handwriting, it was always in cursive.

Suddenly, a wet spot appeared onto the page, Jonathan didn’t even realize it until it started smudging your signiture.

Another one showed up on the corner of the page, and he brought his hand up to realize tears were falling freely from his eyes.

A few tears slowly turned into sobs, then he was laying on the side of his bed, holding your sketchbook tightly against his chest while he cried.

Why didn’t you come back?

Jughead Jones x Reader: Stick With Me

Request:

Hey 😊 Can I request a Jughead x Reader, where Reggie is picking on Jughead and the reader is standing up for him and Reggie is confused, because he and the reader used to be very close and after the incident Jughead thanks her for doing this for him which leads to both of them confessing their feelings for each other and fluffy fluff and aaaw! Thanks in advance 

 

A/N: Sorry not posting for a while having a bit of writers block, hope you guys like it. Hope I lived up to the requestors vison, I’m finally having some breathing time from uni so I hope to upload more requests this week also update my masterlist and tag list.

Words: 1065

Summary: Reggie and reader had a falling out and now you are best friends with Betty, Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and Jughead. Reader has a crush on Jughead.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: Pretty sure it has like one curse word.

Growing up in Riverdale wasn’t easy, but you couldn’t complain. You had loyal friends and hard working parents that provided for you.

Being from Riverdale meant you knew everyone from the small town and they knew you.

These days were a bit drama filled only because you were a high school student.

You used to part of the River Vixens Cheryl’s cheerleading squad. You recently quit when you had a falling out with one of your best friends Reggie Mantle. He was the only reason you joined the squad. Being in the squad gave you an excuse to go see your best friend Reggie play knowing your overprotective parents would never let you go to every single game unless you actually had to go.

You thought about staying to keep supporting him, but it just didn’t feel the same so the last game you cheered was the memorial pep rally game for Jason Blossom and you broke the news to Cheryl.

Days passed, you went on with your normal life. Riverdale a bit gloomier since the tragic murder of Jason. With a murderer on the loose your parents accepted your resignation of the team as you lied that you just didn’t feel safe out there. A bit of that was true, but now you no longer had Reggie to protect you either.

You told Betty about your falling out with Reggie since she was your other best friend and she introduced you to her friends. You knew them, but they weren’t big fans of Reggie so you didn’t gain their friendship quickly unlike the new girl Veronica who quickly accepted you.

Time passed and they became like your second family. You were close to them, you could tell them anything, you even helped Jughead with his novel.

Maybe that’s why people say “you win some you lose some.”

They were amazing company and you even became super close with Jughead. Which you were kind of hoping to hit off with him because you secretly had a crush on the brooding novelist.

You’d spend endless nights with him at Pops Diner, and you felt a different safeness with him. He made the butterflies in your stomach do flips and you couldn’t help but smile whenever he was so into his typing he wouldn’t notice your excessive stares. Although you never have the guts to tell him, this was perfect for now.

__

“So do you think you’ll ever join the squad again?” Betty asked linked in arms with Veronica.

“Yeah, from what I heard you were amazing” Veronica added

“Sorry guys it’s just not a passion anymore” you stated with a small smile.

They gave you smiles and you made your way to an empty hallway.

As you turned you saw though, that it wasn’t empty at all.

Reggie and his Goonies had Jughead pinned to the lockers.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, it was the end of the school day, so there were no teachers to call to put Reggie in his place.

You knew you had to do something, Jughead was your friend.

Although Veronica and Betty weren’t much help, they stood at the end of the hall frozen as you made your way to Reggie.

“Reggie what the fuck!” you yelled anger burning inside of you “put Jug down”

“Why do you care?” Chuck claimed with a devilish smirk.

“He’s my friend and I bet he didn’t do anything to you guys” you spat back as Moose fist was still holding Jughead’s shirt in a fist as Jughead kept his eyes on the floor.

“And you’re so sure?” Reggie finally spoke up.

“Yes, I believe in my friends” you said coldly trying to get a reaction out him, but he just got his guys and walked away.

Jughead fixed himself up as Betty and Veronica came to check up on him.

“You okay Jug?” Betty chimed in as he nodded and you followed Reggie to talk to him about his comment.

“Hey Reg!” you called as he turned your way.

“What now (Y/N)?” Reggie answered.

“Um can we talk?” you pled as he waved off his posse.

“Did Jughead do anything?” you questioned the tall football player.

“Why would you ask me?”

“You were my friend once too, I want to hear your side”

“No he didn’t do anything. Chuck wanted to bug him, I just said that to bother you” Reggie said as Betty, Veronica and Jughead made their way out of the school.

“That’s your cue, bye (Y/N)” Reggie waved.

__

Later on you met with Jughead at Pops.

“How you doing?” you sled on Jughead’s side of the booth.

“I’m okay, wasn’t the first time you know” Jug kept his eyes on his laptop.

“Sorry about it, Reggie can be difficult” you gave him a smile.

“How’d you do it?” Jughead asked glancing your way.

“Do what?”

“You know, hung around him for so long”

“oh uh- he’s not what he shows the world, he’s actually very sweet, just he lets other ruin him I guess, I really am sorry about him, I’ll try to talk to him” you answered hoping that one day you would be able to fix your differences with Reggie.

“It’s alright”

“No it’s not Jug, you don’t deserve this” you retorted facing him as he grabbed you by the hand.

“I’m the guy, I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you” Jughead proclaimed and you smiled.

“Oh Jug, it’s the 21st century, I think it’s at least fair you let me speak to Reggie and then we can protect each other” he nodded the proximity between you guys becoming very closed until he cupped your check and planted a kiss your lips.

The butterflies in your stomach came to a halt, suddenly everything went dark and it felt like it was just you and Jughead and no one else to bother you. It was the moment you had been waiting for, your lips in sync with his and you were surprised but ecstatic that Jughead returned the way you felt about him.

“How about I just stick with you and you stick with me against the hierarchy that is Riverdale High, what do you say (Y/N) want to stick with me?” Jughead encouraged as he placed his arm around your shoulders.

“I’ll stick with you Jug” you answered placing a quick kiss on his cheeks.


Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

mermaid-tori  asked:

Would you do "I almost died" with marichat? Maybe With Marinette saying it? Thank you so much I love your work!!!💜💜💜

Thanks, @mermaid-tori! Hope you enjoy this drabble. <3


“I almost died, Alya,” Marinette groaned, glancing at the phone as she pulled a stitch closed. “You should’ve seen his face. He looked so confused.”

“Well, you did kind of scream at him,” Alya replied through the speaker.

“I didn’t mean to! He gave me that little smile, you know the smile he I’m talking about, and everything in my head emptied out and all I could think was–”

“ADRIEN! WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?!” Alya mocked before falling into a fit of giggles.

“I think I’m depressed now.”

“Chin up, buttercup. So you made a fool of yourself in front of Adrien today. There’s always tomorrow.”

“To make a fool of myself again?” Marinette asked, dropping her chin in her hand as she looked down at the phone on her desk. “I wish I didn’t like him so much. It would make life a whole lot easier.” She glanced back at the sudden tap from above. “Hey, Al, I need to go.”

“See you in the morning. And hey, don’t worry too much. I’m sure Adrien thinks you’re cute when you scream random nonsense.”

Marinette’s cheeks burned as Chat Noir slipped in through the skylight. “Yeah, right, thanks.” She hit the end button and turned to her visitor. “I didn’t say you could come in.”

“You looked at me.”

“Because you tapped on my window.”

Chat Noir smirked. “Would you like me to go back outside so you can properly invite me in?”

“No, sorry, I’m not in the greatest mood.”

“Because you yelled at the boy you like?”

Marinette winced. “Heard that, did you?”

“I think you made the earth shake earlier when it happened,” he teased.

“Don’t be mean to me. I’m really embarrassed.”

Chat Noir flushed. “I promise I’m not trying to be mean. It wasn’t as bad as you think it was.”

“How would you know?” she grumbled.

“Why are you so nervous around this guy anyway?” he asked, ignoring her question.

“He’s…you wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m betting I would, Princess.” He sat down in the desk chair beside her. “Explain it to me?”

“I like him, okay? He’s gorgeous obviously…but he’s also sweet and smart, really smart. He’s funny too. Not all the time or anything…it’s almost like he forgets he’s allowed to be funny sometimes. Does that make sense?” She shook her head. “Probably not. I don’t even know what I’m saying. I guess I can’t really put it into words. All I know is seeing him makes my whole day better,” she shrugged. “Pathetic, right?”

Chat Noir swallowed thickly. “And…and you’re talking about Adrien? Adrien Agreste?” 

“I thought you knew that.”

“You really like him that much?”

“Well…yeah.”

“Oh,” he breathed.

Marinette turned her chair towards him. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

He stood quickly, knocking the chair away with a wince. “Sorry, uh, you know, I don’t think I’m feeling great actually.” He tripped over his tail backing up to the ladder and stumbled, catching himself against the railing. “See you…see you later, Marinette!” he called, voice high as he scrambled back through the skylight.

“So that was weird,” Marinette commented as Tikki zipped out from her hiding place. “What do you think that was about?”

Tikki tried to hide a knowing smile. “I haven’t the slightest idea, Marinette.”


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Say My Name

//Smut// {also dramatic build up}
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You’re there, across from him. You can see that he wants you, as he bites his lip and slowly moves his hand up your thigh. He gets closer and closer, slipping his hand up your skirt.. your head rolls back and you wake up, sitting in bed.

“Shit, time for school again.” you groan as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.

For the past few days you’ve been going to school flustered from the crazy dreams you’ve been having and it’s all because of him, your classmate crush. You haven’t known him long but from the moment you met him, he’s all you can think about. He ended up transferring to your school a month after classes started, and its been hell- for you at least. He always gives you these looks that just kind of shoots right through you and makes you ache all over.

“Hey, Y/N snap out of it.” said your friend Sky

“don’t tell me you’re thinking of him again…” she said with a serious look on her face.

“SHHHH someone might here you… and no… I was just… thinking. Ya know?” you say hesitantly.

“I swear its the same thing every day. And besides almost everyone knows you like him, Y/N you should probably tell him or just give up” she said as she got up from her seat on the bus

“You and I both know I can’t tell him, my body lights on fire just being around him. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me.” you say as you make your way off the bus with a blush on your face.

“Well you never know unless you take the chance of telling him, who knows maybe he thinks you’re sexy haha” sky shouts as she runs to her first period class.

“Shes crazy” you thought as you go to class

Your first period class was the easiest part of the day because your crush didn’t have that class so it always went by quickly and you could stay focus unless you fell asleep. On your way to second period Sky ran up next to you.

“Hey so guess what.” she said with a huge smile on her face

“Oh god, what is it this time..” you say

“We’re going to a party tonight with Jungkook and Yugyeom.” she said calmly as if she knew you would be ok with it.

“Really, do I have to go?” you questioned.

“Yes Y/N, you have to keep Yugyeom company while I make my move on Jungkook. for me pleeaaassee”  Sky said with puppy dog eyes. “And besides I heard a certain someone might be there.”

“Fine, I’ll go… only for you not him” you say blushing.

Sky and you both walk into class together and see everyone was standing on one side of the room.

“Ok class, everyone is getting new assigned seats since everyone constantly talks during lecture” your reading teacher Ms. Jets says

You start freaking out “shit shIT SHIT!!” you thought.. considering this was one of the classes you had with him ’…

“Sky and Jungkook” Ms. Jet says as she starts to place people together.

Name after name and finally she calls you “Y/N and Ki-”

Wait what did she just say? Your mind starts spinning and you could feel your knees get weak. You walk over towards your seat, which was in the back of the class, he was eyeing you the whole time. When you sat down all you could think of was how good he smelled, you could feel your body heat increase and you suddenly felt flustered.

“Y/N are you ok?” he said with a slight grin on his face

Damn his voice was so fucking deep. “Uh, yeah I’m fine.” you replied  

The whole time in class you felt as if you where being watched by him. He was so close that every time his skin slightly touched you it sent shivers down your spine. Half way throw lecture you look over to him and you couldn’t help but stare for a moment, as he was licking his lips, he sees you staring and smirks. You look away with embarrassment. Suddenly the fire alarm goes off through the school. Ms. Jet leaves the class and everyone follows her but as soon as you went to walk through the door someone grabs a hold of you and slams you agents the wall shutting the door quickly.

“You know you get me flustered every time I see that pretty little face of yours.” a deep voice said

You look up to see that it was him, your crush was standing right in-front of you but before you could say anything his lips crash onto yours, you didn’t fight him because his lips tasted like heaven and they were the softest things you have ever felt. Before you realized it your fingers were tangled there his hair, you could feel his tongue begging for entrance against your top lip so you gave him what he wanted. One of his hands slipped up your shirt and squeezed your right boob so tightly but damn it felt good. The other hand was slowly making its way from your hip to the button of your pants, as he unbutton your pants all you could think was how you hope this wasn’t a dream.. finally his hand slips in your pants and starts to play with your entrance.

At this point “Thank god this class doesn’t have any cameras” was the only thing you could think of.

“Damn babe, your so fucking wet. You must have been thinking about me.” he says playfully

He slips his fingers in and starts thrusting them back and forth. “Fuck you’re so tight around my fingers” he hissed “I wonder how you would feel around my cock” he whispered in your ear.

The alarm stopped and so did he.“ I guess we’ll just have to finish what we started another time baby doll he said faintly.

"What about tonight at the party?” you asked sweetly.

“Damn you might really want it haha. Ok come look for me tonight.” he said

Through out the day he kept teasing you in the other classes you had with him. He would lick his lips while staring at you, he would brush up against you every time he walked by you, and he just did little things to get you more flustered then what you were. By the end of the day you were ready to burst.

“Here try this on, I think you’ll look good in it.” Sky said as you both were getting ready for the party. “We have to hurry because Yugyeom and Jungkook are on the way and you know it doesn’t take long for them to get here” she said.

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are.” you say with a big smile on your face.

“Uh, ok.” she said with a confused look “your quite happy, did something happen at school today?”

“What? No nothing really happened haha..” you replied

“Are you sure? Because i didn’t see you outside when the fire alarm went off, oh and i didn’t see your little crush either” she said

You blushed and as you were going to explain, the door bell rung. Thank god it was Jungkook and Yugyeom.

After arriving to the party Sky and Jungkook left you and Yugyeom alone, so you to talked for a while. The conversation was going good and then you two started talking about relationships.

“So are you seeing anyone?” you asked

“Yeah, I have been for a while. and we plan on getting married after high school” Yugyeom replied “She’s actually on her way here. But what about you?” he asked

“Oh that’s awesome, but uh I guess you could say I’m seeing someone in a way.” you said.

After that Yugyeom met up with his girlfriend and they were gone so you decided to go look around. Going up the steps of the huge house you were in, you came to a hallway filled with doors. You wanted to find a quiet room to release some of the tension you had built up earlier in the day. Every room or bathroom you checked so far seemed to have been occupied and you almost gave up, until you came cross what seem to have been an empty room. You went in forgetting to close the door behind you. As you walked over to the edge of the bed you heard the door close,you spun around seeing that it was ‘him’.

“I knew you’d find me, but you made me wait for such a long time so I’m not going easy on you” He said as he walked over towards you. He pushed you on the bed and crawled on top of you, while holding your hands above your head.

“I know that you want me, but don’t worry babygirl I’ve wanted you to.” He said as he reaches down to kiss your neck.

As he leave little kisses and bite all over your neck he begins to unbutton your shorts, after that he starts to trail down your body touching you everywhere and leaving kiss all over. He finally gets down to your shorts, basically ripping them off you He begins to eat you out

“Fuck, you taste so sweet baby.” He hissed

you arched your back as he continued, and you tried to hold back from moaning. As you were restraining yourself he noticed. “Say my name” He said.

you shook your head no so he gripped your thigh and jolted you cross the bed

“I said say my name.” He said an slight anger

“Ah… Ki- Kim Taehyung” you said loud and clear.

“That’s right babygirl don’t stop saying it.” He said giving you a strong look. Then he started to work on you begin, slipping his tongue in and out of your folds, glossing them them his saliva. As he was working on your clit, he stuck to fingers in and started to trust harder then what he did in the classroom, curling them up and hitting your g-spot instantly. He kept doing it, trusting faster and faster, at one point you felt as if you were going to burst all over him but then he stopped.

“Oh you think its going to be that easy to get off?” he smirked “Get on your knees now.”

You hesitated, but he jolted you off the bed and slung you on your knees. When you looked up you were surprised to see the huge bulge in his pants.

“You know what to do right babygirl, or does daddy need to teach you?” he said looking down at you.

You thought “Ok I can play along to his game.” So you scudded up close to him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his zipper with your mouth, setting his pants around his ankles. You start to gently stroke his cock through his boxers, while looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“I guess you weren’t going to be as good as i thought.” he stated

That’s when you smirked at him and he was shocked. You pull out his member and took it all in at once leaving him breathless. Bobbing you head up and down you noticed Kim Taehyung rolled his head back and bite his lip in pleasure, but you wanted to hear him, so you decided to change things up, you bring your hands up to his hips and begin to slightly scratch him while curling your tongue up around his dick while you were moving back and forth.

“Ah, Fuck… baby… god damn.” was all that he could spit out as he trust his hips and twitch in your mouth.

Before you could get him to cum, he moved, picking you up off the ground and standing you up. He stripped you of everything except the choker and stockings you had on.

“Your so fucking hot, and its all for me.” he said as he crawled over you once again. “I wanna hear you scream my name for what I’m about to do to you.” he said as he gripped your neck.

He was biting you you hard and gripping your hip with his other hand. You arched your back so high, and in that moment he slammed into you, stretching you nicely. You practically screamed loud enough for the whole party to hear, but nothing was stopping you or him. He was trusting in and out of you and you swore you never felt something so wonderful, and you didn’t want this pleasure to stop. While he was moving back and forth his grip on your neck got tighter and tighter, you swore you were seeing colors. He sped up and you could feel him twitch inside of you.

“Cum for me baby.” he said “And say my name.”

Just a few more trust and you release all over him shouting his name. He release shortly after you. After that he gently placed a cover the to of you and began to cuddle you.

“You know this means your mine now… And I don’t ever wanna hear you stop saying my name.” he said as he pushed his face in your neck.

The End

I Can Tell (George Weasley x Reader)

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“How much should the puking pastilles be?” “Um, five gallons. They take sickles to make, so we’ll make major profit!” George answered his brother.

The fire blazed in the Gryffindor common room, the twins sat on the overstuffed couch, Fred with a quill and pad.

“How about for canary-”

Fred was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They simultaneously looked up to see the culprit. It was Alicia Spinnet. She was standing awkwardly, and waiting expectantly.

“Um, Hello Alicia, can we help you?” asked George. “Yes, Fred, I was wondering if you’d go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?” This seemed like a nice proposition, the thing was she was staring straight at George.

“Actually, I’m George. That’s Fred”

She didn’t look phased. “Oops, well do want to?” she asked again with a smile, still looking at George. George turned to look at his twin, his eyebrows knotting together. “But I’m Fred” Fred said defensively. “I mean it doesn’t really matter” Alicia chuckled. “Are one of you going to take me?” “No” the twins said firmly. Alicia sighed and walked away, up to the girls dorm. “Is she mad?” George asked irritated.

“C'mon Georgie, we are identical”

“Yeah, but even after I told her that you’re Fred she still asked me, like it didn’t make a difference either way!” George shouted, his face started getting red with anger. “Calm down, does it really bother you that much?” Fred asked. “It’s that, this is the 5th time this week people have mistaken us then not cared. It’s like they think we’re the same person or something!” George stood, pacing back and forth. “How about, I finish this and you go to bed” proposed Fred. “No, I’m fi-” “George, go to bed” George bite his lip, not wanting Fred to win, but then gave up and walked toward the boys dorm. “Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite” yelled Fred after him. “Shut up” George grumbled with a starting up the stairs.

Next morning

“So, class or Black Lake with Lee?” Fred asked his brother, using his hands to weight the two options. They were walking down the corridor. It was cleared out, due to the fact that class was about to begin. “Oh, wow. Freddie that’s a tough choice” George sighed dramatically. “You know how much I adore Snape, but I’m afraid I’ll have to choose-” he was cut off when somebody darted around the corner and collided with him. They hit the ground with a thump. George felt the wind get knocked out of his chest.

“Oh, Merlin! I’m so, so sorry. I-I’ve never been this late to class before”

George looked down at a girl he’s had never seen before, in red and gold robes. She scrambled up, and was brushing herself off. But, George couldn’t move. He was pushed up on his elbows and was staring at the girl. He tried to fill his lungs with air again but she knocked it right back out of him. Everything blurred, except her face.

It was sunny and beautiful, he’d never seen one like it. ‘Why does she look so concerned?’ He thought, he then noticed her mouth was moving. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “Are you okay?” She said louder. “Oh, uh.. yeah I’m-I’m fine” he said quickly standing, not taking his eyes off her.

“Are you?”

“Yeah, well I’m officially late to class. I guess Professor Trelawny can tell me how I’m gonna die some other day.” She said giggling. George finally pulled his eyes from her and looked over at his brother, who was already looking at him with knowing eyes and a smirk.

“Well, I guess I’ll head back to the common room, sorry again.”

She started to walk past them. Realizing that she was leaving George stammered “Wait, what’s your name?” She turned back around to face them. “(Y/N)” ’(Y/N)’ he thought, 'that’s perfect’ “And you’re George right?” She asked. “Uh, yeah. How’d you know that?” George asked, confused. “I don’t know, lucky guess I suppose.” She turned again to head to the common room. “Wait” Fred spoke up. “Yeah?” (Y/N) turned laughing.

“How would you like to accompany my brother, Lee Jorden, and I to the Black Lake. I mean, instead of sitting in the common room alone.”

(Y/N) looked uncertainty at them. “We’re a bloody good time” George added, smiling. (Y/N) thought for a moment, swaying back and forth “sure, why not?” She finally said, shrugging. “Alright, let’s go!” Fred said, offering his arm, which she took and they started off toward the lake. “You comin’, Georgie?” asked Fred over his shoulder. George shook away the cloudiness in his head. “Yeah, I’m coming” he said with a smile.

—Time skip—- 3 months—

“Morning, (Y/N)” said Fred cheerfully as he and George sat at across from her at breakfast. “Morning, Fred” she said back, her smile dropped when she saw George’s disgruntled face.

“You okay?”

George just grunted as he started to pile bacon on his plate. (Y/N) looked back at Fred, eyebrows raised. He sighed, “Georgie here got upset because Lee got us confused” (Y/N)’s jaw dropped “Lee got you confused?”

“Yeah, I mean It doesn’t bug me but, it does George”

George slammed his fist on the table. “It’s not that he got us confused, it’s that he didn’t care when I corrected him!” George yelled as he stood, drawing the attention of the entire great hall. He huffed and walked out. (Y/N) looked wide eyed at Fred who looked shocked as well. She stood
and quickly followed after him. “George, George!” she yelled until he stopped at turned to her. He was panting with anger “George, calm down, love. Calm down” she told him, her hands gently in his shoulders. “I-I just-” (Y/N) brought her hand to his cheek, causing him to freeze. “Tell me why it upsets you so much” she asked, looking up into his eyes. He took a deep breath.

“It makes me feel like I’m Fredandgeorge not just George, like I don’t have my own personality and no one cares.”

“I care” (Y/N) said “a lot.” “Well, you’ve never mistaken us.” said George, then thought about what he just said, (Y/N) never had mistaken him, not even once. “How do you do that?” He asked, squinting at her. “Tell you two apart?” she asked, smiling. He nodded. (Y/N) thought for a moment. “Let’s walk” she said nodding toward the corridor. She took his hand, and lead him around the corner to where she ran into him 3 months ago. “So?” George asked, eyebrows raised. She took a deep breath. The sunrise made her skin glow, her (y/e/c) eyes were bright. “I’ve been able to tell you two apart since I’ve known you” she said looking out at the pink sky. “It means a lot to me” George said, not being able to take his eyes off her. “To be honest, when I look at you my heart beats, um.. faster than normal” she was looking down at her hands, George couldn’t believe it, she actually liked him. “That’s all?” He asked with a smirk. “You’re more handsome” she said biting her lip. He saw a blush of pink appear on her cheeks.

“Really?”

His smirk turned into a smile. “And you’re funnier”

“Am I?”

He felt the heat appear on his cheeks as well. “You’re more kind” (Y/N) started getting closer and closer to George until they were nose to nose. He could feel her warm breath on his lips and couldn’t control himself anymore. He leaned down and kissed her. It was soft and much too fast for his taste, she pulled back. “Do you you really like me?” She asked, brows furrowed.

“No”

George smirked, her eyes went wide “Oh uh-” “Ive been madly in love with you since the second I saw your face.” (Y/N) laughed as he brought both hands to grab his face a kiss him, it was rough and passionate. He moved her against the corridor wall. She licked his lower lip, causing him to moan.

His tongue explored her mouth. It was so sweet, he’d been waiting for this moment for months. He then realized he needed air and reluctantly pulled away. “You feel better now?” she asked, giggling. “Better than ever.” He said before pecking her nose.

My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

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Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

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The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”

“OK!”

Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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anonymous asked:

1/2 So, i've seen people suggest that that the reason Dean wasn't affected by hunger in the horsemen episode was because what he desired--Castiel--was with him. And i'm just not sure? Like, at that point in the series, things were a bit more doom and gloom and Dean's arc of being empty and dead was in full swing, so i tend to agree with Famine that Dean was struggling with those issues, and maybe his own inner struggles/beliefs about himself were powerful enough to not be affected.

2/2 Maybe it was so powerful he didn’t feel the affects like others, even if we know he was not in fact actually dead inside. Plus, while back then there was some obvious tension (sexual and otherwise) i’m not sure anything Dean was feeling or starting to feel for Cas would’ve been strong enough to subdue Famine’s effects. I like to read destiel into things as much as the next person, but i do really believe that situation was less about just destiel and more about a greater arc.

Hi! I… haven’t ever actually read that particular theory, I don’t think. I firmly believe that Dean WAS affected by Famine. Even Sam noted that Dean was acting “out of character” long before Cas ever showed up:

SAM Well…I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight. All right. I’m just gonna go through some files. You can go ahead and get going.
DEAN Sorry?
SAM Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning.
DEAN Where am I going?
SAM Dean, it’s Valentine’s day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it– Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?
DEAN Oh, yeah. Well… be that as it may…I don’t know. Guess I’m not feeling it this year.
SAM So you’re not into bars full of lonely women?
DEAN Nah, I guess not. ( takes a sip of his beer) Ahh. What?
SAM That’s when a dog doesn’t eat– That’s when you know something’s really wrong.

Just like all the other Horsemen though, they weren’t entirely right about  their assumptions about Dean.

In 5.02 War seriously underestimated Dean and Sam’s ability to overcome his influence and save the town (and defeat him personally by claiming his ring). In 5.21 Pestilence also underestimated Sam, Dean, AND Cas, and the three of them working together were able to both defeat HIM as well as his long-range plans to distribute the Croatoan Virus. The only Horseman who really understood Dean and therefore was able to come out the better from their encounter was Death. But that’s only because they had similar endgame goals.

So I take Famine’s words to Dean with the same grain of salt I took Pestilence’s words to Cas, believing Cas was no threat to him.

I mean, not even CAS HIMSELF was able to subdue Famine’s direct influence over him. But the craving Dean felt IN HIMSELF was for the sort of contentment and satiation of having that “gaping hole” in himself filled  by ALL the coping mechanisms he’d developed over the years for “filling that emptiness” in himself. Not that he’d crave the coping mechanisms themselves, but that he’d crave the sort of comfort and satiation of NOT NEEDING THE COPING MECHANISMS to achieve that feeling within himself.

I hope this makes sense. 

Because in THIS sense, his comfort and openness with Cas throughout the episode, his easy camaraderie and then concern for Cas when he could see Cas falling to Famine’s influence is where the actual Destiel feelings are. That without Dean’s constant need to fill that gaping hole, THIS is how he could be all the time. At peace with himself, comfortable and content, able to enjoy Sam and Cas’s company fully without feeling that weight of guilt and emptiness in himself, or feeling the need to satisfy those cravings in order to feel worthy of Sam and Cas’s companionship, or the fear that he’d LOSE that companionship because of that emptiness and worthlessness he felt inside himself.

Gah. I REALLY hope this makes sense.

Black & Blue & Red All Over [Shance Ficlet]

For Day 1 of @shancefluffweek: Black/Blue

Summary: Modern AU. When Lance shows up to the gym with a limp and covered in bruises, Shiro assumes the worst (spoiler: It’s nothing bad! Nor anything kinky, surprisingly).


As Lance stepped into the yoga room, he was relieved to see his struggle to the gym that day hadn’t been in vain after all. Near the front of the room the cute Air Force guy, Shiro, was already seated on his mat and warming up with a stretch. His heart skipped a little upon seeing him, and it was all he could do to quash down the gooey feelings brewing inside of him as he approached.

He still couldn’t believe he had such a mushy crush on a guy, especially since he’d sorta hated Shiro when he first joined the class. Before he came along, Lance had had the privilege of being the only strapping young man in a class otherwise comprised of lovely ladies (all of them twice his age, but Lance didn’t discriminate). Once the beefcake military dude walked in, his reign met a swift end. Oh, how he’d despised that dude.

Well, ok, he’d only actually despised him for about an hour. When Shiro approached him after their first class together and politely introduced himself, all his petty jealousy had warped itself into some unfamiliar feeling it took him a while to recognize as attraction. Since that epiphany, he’d been spending a lot more time at the gym – always choosing a place next to Shiro in yoga class, spotting him in the weight room, challenging him to races in the pool just to see him shirtless…I mean, that was all he could do. It wasn’t like he could just confess to the guy, right?

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