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Secret is Out: Part 6

AN: Here is Part 6, as voted on twitter! Enjoy!

Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

    “You know you don’t have to wear the glasses, right?”

    Clark glances back at you in the mirror, before looking back at the glasses, “I suppose it doesn’t matter. They’ve pasted both versions of my face all over the news.”

    You crawl out of bed and jump on to his back, so that you’re hanging off his back. When you can’t quite manage it, he smiles and bends down a bit. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he makes sure you’re secure before straightening again.    

    “You realize it’s the same face, right? This one just happens to be void of glasses.”

“I know, I’m just going to miss it.”

You kiss his cheek, “Miss what?”

“Being able to walk around without being recognized, or taking you to dinner without

being ambushed by reporters. Going to work without being stared at.”

    You wince before letting go, and sliding off his back, “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

    “More than a little.”

    You nod, “Understandable, because if I worked in our office I’d give you lots of grief over writing articles about yourself.”

    His eyes focus in on you, “You do work in my office.”

    You snap your fingers, “That’s right! I take the photos, and dig up information, silly me.”

    He stares at you, “You have something planned.”

    You shrug before sending him a smirk, “Guess you won’t know until we get there.” And without another word you walk into the closet and change. When you’re done, you come out to find him staring at the door.

    You whisper, “Is there an alien on the other side?”

    His tone has a bit of bite to it, “Nope. Just lots and lots of neighbors.”

    You roll your eyes, “The neighbors have been trying to steal a glance of you since the news broke. You just keep flying out the window.”

    “There’s other women out there.”

    You roll your eyes, “Do I look worried? I have Shayera and Vixen at my beck and call. I’ve got mad back up, so it’s time to kick the farm boy persona, remember you’re in the city and get a move on, before we’re late.”

    He pouts a bit, but allows you to push him towards the door, you pull it open to reveal several of the little old ladies who live on your hall. You give him a look that says, “This is what had your tights in a twist?” before focusing on the neighbors.

“Good morning Ms. Ghent, Ms. Libby, how are you this morning?”

They smile, “We’re fine dear. Just here to tell you something.”


“Yes, we just wanted to let you know we got rid of those girls who were trolling around.

You and Clark are a match made in heaven, and just cause he saves the world doesn’t give them the right to come trolling around.”

    You smile, “Thank you Ms. Libby. To tell you the truth Clark is a bit nervous, this is our first time going out with everyone knowing.”

    Mrs. Ghent snorts, “Nonsense. Clark Kent is just as good a man as Superman. In fact this whole thing just makes the world seem a bit less crazy.”

    You glance at Clark to find him smiling, “Thank you Ms. Libby, Mrs. Ghent. Let me know if you ladies need anything moved, okay.”

    They smile and send the two of you off with a tin of cookies. The front door to your building is a bit of a different story. It’s filled with reporters and shouting fans. Clark glances at you, “Sad thing is we know each and every one of those guys.”

    You nod, “Half of them are scum.”

    “We should get a car.”

    You roll your eyes, “When you fly you can break Mach 1. We are not getting a car.”

    “Is flying your suggestion for this situation, because I’ll remind you that you’re wearing a skirt.”

    You smirk, “I have shorts on underneath.”

    The two of you stare at each other, before you surge forward and push open the doors. You stick your fingers in your mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The flashes from the cameras stops and you smile, “I’d just like to remind ALL of you, that there is a very good chance that we have worked together before, or at the very least I’ve worked with someone who knows you. That means I know your dirty little secrets. Also remember that I’m not my husband and I have no problem hanging you out to dry. So stop looking for news and go find a celebrity to photograph instead.”

    More than a few of them look nervous, and all of them know what you’re capable of. Clark comes out a minute later and asks, “Was that really necessary?”

    You stare at him for a minute, before turning and walking down the street. You murmur just loud enough for him to hear, “I married a boy scout.”

    He catches up, and takes your hand a moment later. You get stopped several times on your way. Mainly by fans. You get more than a few stares, but you make it to the office eventually.

    The stares are enough to unnerve even you. You’re proud of the way Clark keeps his head high and his eyes on his desk. You take your seats and get to work. You’ve almost blocked out the being watched feeling when Perry yells, “Kent. My office NOW!”

    You both jump up, until he says, “Superman only.”

    You wince at the use of the name, but watch as your husband walks in. Then you realize everyone else’s eyes are on him, and turn back to your work. He comes out half an hour later and slumps into his chair.

    Clicking through the images you ask, “Do I want to know?”

    “I’m not allowed to write about Superman anymore.”

    “As expected.”

    “He wants me to cover what it means to have superhero identities exposed. Interview the League and such.”

You laugh, “Can I be there when you ask Bruce for an interview?”

Clark just groans.  

deep impact (smut)

“(Y/N)” you heard Shawn whine from the doorway. “What?” you whined back. You highlighted certain words within the small paragraph in your history textbook. You were going over sections that were going to be in the exam. “It’s a Friday” he said, sounding like a child. “So,” you replied. “You know my test is on Monday.” Without looking up from your book, you felt Shawn sit down on the side of the bed making it sink slightly. “But I want to hang out with you, I feel like I’ve hardly seen you these past couple of days.” You sighed, placing your pen on the book and looking over your shoulder. “Shawn, please” you said in a serious tone. “You know how stressed out I’ve been over this exam. I want to do this so I can relax when it’s finally over.” You quickly turned your back to Shawn, returning to your book. “I can help you relax,” you heard Shawn say quietly. “Not now,” you said shaking your head. A few seconds later you felt Shawn stand up from the bed. You questioned how he felt, worrying that you had been a little harsh towards him. You tapped the pen against the page, debating what to do.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard Shawn pull open the drawer in his bedside table, knowing exactly what he was grabbing. You tried not to show your reaction as he plugged the device in and heard the switch. You delicately picked up the bottom corner of the page, about to turn it slowly as you felt the vibrating sensation slowly start from your heel and up to the back of your knee. You slammed your hand down in the book, hoping Shawn hadn’t noticed the immediate effect he was creating. But he had because the pressure of the device pressed further against your skin, making you feel the vibration travel amongst your increasing pulse. A gasp escaped your parted lips as Shawn reached your thigh, his spare hand parting your legs even more. 

As the device moved towards your heat, you felt Shawns’ hand cupping the tip, meaning his fingers graced against your core as the device rubbed over your ass before retrieving to the top of your thigh. He repeated the same movement a couple more times, the feeling of his hand glide across your core sending shivers down your spine. You let out a deep moan when he did the same thing, but this time much slower as the tip of his fingers moved under the rim of your underwear, getting ever closer to your wet heat. You heard Shawn let out a low chuckle as he repeated it at the new found speed. “You like that baby?” he asked, in a raspy voice. You licked your lips with your eyes closed, nodding as you said “Mhmmmm.” You felt Shawns’ hand grip onto your inner thigh, pulling it back slightly before the tip of the device struck your core. You let out a groan as you placed your head face down in your book. You felt Shawn pull the sides of your underwear over your ass, making it bunch up as if it were a thong. He pinched it tightly, to add to the impact of force against your heat. “How about this?” he asked in a low tone, as he held your underwear in place with one hand and rubbed the tip up and down with the other. “Fuck Shawn,” you sighed, biting on your lower lip, letting the sensation consume you.

 Your hips bucked up every time the tip of the device grazed over your weak spot, letting out a gasp as it did. Shawns’ hand that rested on your ass felt heavier as it pushed deeper against your skin, whilst Shawn sat himself between your legs. You let out a throaty moan as he pressed the device against your sweet spot, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. His free hand massaged your ass, feeling it roam under your underwear. You hummed along with the sound of vibration, as your core became soaked. “Is this all for me?” Shawn asked with a smirk. Shawn kept the device pressed against your soaking core as he pulled your underwear down revealing your ass. You gasped at the sting that came from Shawn slapping your bare skin. “Who made you this wet?” Shawn said through gritted teeth before slapping you again. “Tell me who made you feel this way baby,” he said as he pressed the device even further into your core. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, he started making your ass shake by flicking it with his fingers, adding to the growing sensation you already felt. You moaned before you bit down on your thumb, not wanting to admit that Shawn had won. Suddenly Shawn grabbed your ponytail and tugged on it, pulling your head up from your book. You sighed at the slight discomfort. “Tell me who,” he hissed, giving a small tug on your hair. “You daddy,” you gasped. As soon as the words left your lips, you heard Shawn moan before letting go of your hair and removing the device from your dripping core. 

He placed his hands on your waist and turned you over. He removed your underwear before pushing your legs apart, taking the device in one of his hands again. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to prepare for the sensation your core was throbbing for. You arched your back slightly as the device pressed against your bare heat. You glanced down at Shawn as he watched what he was doing to you, licking his lips as he stared. His hand moved up your thigh, across your stomach and stopping as it reached your left breast. His fingers went straight for the nipple which was already hard. He smirked, looking you in the eye briefly, pleased with what he had achieved. He pinched it a few times, causing you to turn your head to the side and gasp. He then cupped your breast in his huge hand and started massaging it whilst pressing the device further into your core. You let out a groan as you finally felt it move inside you. As you looked down at Shawn, feeling yourself approach your high, you noticed him watch as he bit hard on his lower lip. Without thinking, you moved one of your hands down your stomach and stopping at your clit. You began to rub yourself with your thumb, wanting to add to the approaching high. You let out a quiet moan as your body fell numb, the sensation burning up from inside. You began to move your hand away before Shawns’ spare hand grabbed it and moved it back, “That was the hottest thing ever,” he sighed. “Do it again.” Without hesitation you placed your thumb back to your clit and felt the device move in the same circular motion, bringing you so close to the edge. 
“Shawn, I’m…” you sighed. 

He removed the device, placing it beside you. You stopped your hand and looked at him as he lowered himself between your legs, wrapping his arms under your legs. You let out a slight scream as his wide tongue pressed against your walls, the tip making it’s way right to the core. Shawn’ thumb replaced yours, and began to move quickly against your clit. You let out several groans before you felt yourself come undone. Shawns’ fingers dug into your thighs as you felt him clean you up. He left a tender kiss against your sensitive heat before placing another against your lips. “I hate you,” you sighed, trying not to smile at him as he laid by your side. “No you don’t,” he smirked, a proud look on his face as he closed your text book and threw it to the floor. Then he faced you again, grabbing your waist and pulling you under him. He towered over you before pressing his lips against yours as your hands already found their way to his boxers. 

[this is my first ever attempt at ‘smut’ so i apologise]

Artistic Inquiry

Request: Could you write a fluffy fic with Taehyung from BTS where you meet him and it has something to do with making a wish on a dandelion? (Thank you so much for writing such great stories, you’re one of my favorite writers on Tumblr!)

Member: BTS V x Y/N

Type: fluff af

Adulthood is synonymous with complacency. The mundane, the routine of daily adult life hangs over a person like a soggy coat, familiar yet uncomfortable. Mindless zombies, shutting ourselves off as soon as our feet hit the floor in the morning until the moment they find solace in bed at the end of a long day. Routine isn’t necessarily always a bad thing, but it is when you let it unknowingly consume you. The peculiarities and surprises in our routine are what keeps us going, so why did you constantly feel as if you were stuck in a rut? 

The morning was planned out just as any other had been since you had moved out of your mother’s house. The alarm blares, you hit snooze at least twice, and eventually talk yourself out of leaving the warm comfort of your bed. You shuffle to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and brush your teeth as the water gets warm. You finally rinse with mouthwash before stripping out of your wrinkled clothing and hiss as the hot water hits your shoulder blades. After having at least a fifteen minute long existential crisis while reveling in the scent of cucumber shampoo, you turn the water off and shiver under your towel. 

But why? 

Why was this every morning? The next steps in your head, logically, are to get dressed, attempt to pull a comb through your hair, and head off to work, where you are uncomfortable and uncertain with all of your decisions for eight hours, before you head home again. 

No, not today. 

You were going to break from the routine. 

That didn’t mean treating yourself to coffee along your commute or taking a different route entirely. No, you were going to break away completely. 

“Ahem, yes, can I speak to Mr. Kim?” you said, clearing your throat, holding tightly to the towel still wrapped around your otherwise naked body. 

“Speaking,” the gruff voice of your supervisor sighed on the opposite end of the line. 

“Hi, Mr. Kim,” you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “This is Y/N, unfortunately I’m having some health issues this morning and won’t be able to come in.”

You weren’t lying. You couldn’t remember the last time you had taken a day strictly for the benefit of your mental health. 

“Oh, uh, well alright,” Mr. Kim stuttered. “Will you be in tomorrow?”

“Yes sir, bright and early,” you confirmed, a sly smile finding your lips. 

“Take care of yourself and make sure you eat,” he sighed. “We’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”

“Yes Mr. Kim, thank you Mr. Kim,” you hummed, bowing, once again ignoring the fact that he couldn’t actually see you. 

Your supervisor quickly hung up, leaving the click of the phone echoing in your ear. You brought down your cell phone, smiling to yourself as you looked down at the screen. For a moment, a flicker of guilt surfaced, but you promptly swallowed it down. Nothing was going to ruin your newfound eight hours of freedom. 

You took a deep breath as you walked across the field near your apartment complex. The beautiful thing about living on the outskirts of Seoul was the quick proximity you were to the city and nature simultaneously. You pulled off your sandals, walking barefoot through the soft grass. It was a beautiful day and you were happy that you didn’t have to watch it from the window of your office building. Sunny and calm, but not too warm, a light breeze tickled your face before passing you by. You couldn’t ask for anything more perfect out of the weather. 

You looked down as you continued your small steps across the grass and dirt, finally halting as you reached the edge of a small dandelion patch. You clutch the bag you had prepared as it hung from your side, pulling out a thick wool blanket and stretching it out across the ground. You plopped on top of it, closing your eyes as the fabric scratched your legs. You opened them again as another gust of wind blew by, rattling the dandelions, but not disrupting their seeds. You dug in your bag, pulling out your trusty sketch pad and pencils, and looked across the field. You looked down to the small patch of dandelions before you and let your hand move across the page. Your fingers traced weed after weed, not being able to stop until every small seed was represented. 

“Weeds,” you clucked, shaking your head as your pencil stopped. “How could anyone think a dandelion was a weed?”

You plucked a dandelion and brought it directly in front of your face. You spun it around lightly, careful not to disturb the tiny dried petals and stamens. It was amazing how intricate even the smallest things in nature were, even something as inconsequential as a “weed.”

“I don’t see a weed,” you whispered, smiling kindly at the tiny plant. “I see hundreds of tiny wishes, just waiting to be launched into the wind.”

You nodded to yourself as you closed your eyes, thinking hard about exactly what you wanted to wish. For a moment you felt silly, letting the child-like indulgence take over you, but quickly decided you didn’t care. Today was your day to be self indulgent, and if that meant you wanted to make a wish on a dandelion, damnit, you were going to do it. 

“I wish…” you murmured. “I wish my life was more interesting. I wish to break from the routine and live more consciously. I wish to be an active participant in my own life. I wish…I wish something exciting would happen.”

You took in a deep breath, ready to blow it toward the dandelion, but mother nature had other plans. Just as you breathed in, an uncharacteristically strong gust pushed through the air and descended upon your humble blanket. The hundreds of seeds attached to your small flower carried through the air and away from you. 

And so did your sketches. 

“This wasn’t the excitement I meant!” you screeched, scrambling to get your hands on the sketches as they blew across the field and headed toward the downward slope of the hill it was placed on. 

You stumbled forward, forgetting your shoes on the blanket as you struggled down the rock filled hill. You winced as you picked up paper after paper along the way, keeping your head down, and focus forward. 

“Damnit,” you groaned, picking up another crumpled and half ripped pile, nearly crying from frustration. You attempted to straighten the stack in your hands when an unfamiliar hand appeared in your vision, directly beneath your nose. 

“I don’t like wearing shoes either,” a deep voice whispered. You jumped, surprised by the sudden appearance of the bystander, and slowly looked up. Your eyes followed up the frame much taller and more muscular than your own. Dressed in a simple pair of ripped jeans and a sweater much too large for his thin torso, a man stood, smiling kindly down at you. A number of your sketches were in his fingers, perfectly unaffected by their journey through the air. He ran a hand through his light brown hair, almost the same color as his tan complexion, and pushed them out toward you again. 

“I’m sorry?” you asked, furrowing your brows. You gratefully took the papers from his hands and added them to your stack. 

“Your feet,” he nodded, pointing to your bare toes. “I don’t like wearing shoes on pretty days either. I like the feeling of the grass between my toes.”

“Oh,” you sighed, your eyes wide as you looked from his face back down to your feet. “I…I forgot my sandals on the blanket. I…I was at the field on the top of the hill over there when a breeze caught my sketchbook and sent everything flying.” 

“It was an interesting image from my vantage,” the man nodded, pursing his lips. “All of the papers in the air. It was like one of those movies where it’s the last day of school before summer, and the bell rings and everyone throws their homework in the air. I guess it’s not your last day of school though?”

“No,” you chuckled, shaking your head. The man before you was bizarre, but oddly comforting. Normally you were wary of strangers, but he didn’t feel threatening at all. “Just a day off from work.”

“Ah! Today is my day off as well,” he smiled. “May I join you as you go back up the hill?”

“Um…sure?” you hummed, biting your lip. 

The man nodded happily, his smile causing his eyes to form crescents on his handsome face. He extended his hand to you as he joined your side. You gratefully took it as you began to struggle back up the hill, avoiding as many rocks as you could with his aid. 

“I’m Taehyung by the way,” he murmured. “I have so many thoughts…sometimes I forget to actually mention my name.”

“I’m Y/N,” you smiled, leaning into him to avoid a particularly pointy looking stone. “Nice to meet you Taehyung.”

“Did your boss give you the day off today?” Taehyung asked. “Because it’s so pretty?”

“Not quite,” you sighed. “I decided to give myself the day off today.”

“That was a good decision!” he gasped, nodding in approval. “I did the same. I actually sneaked out of the studio to take the short walk here. I don’t think my managers will notice for a few hours. I’m a musician.”

“Like an idol?” you asked carefully, your blanket finally coming into view at the top of the hill. 

“Exactly like an idol,” he nodded with a smile. “But I don’t really like the term. I’m just a guy who likes making music with his friends.”

“That’s very sweet,” you smiled. You let go of Taehyung’s hand and knelt down onto the blanket, stuffing the crumpled sketches into your book and the book into your bag. You looked up to Taehyung before shutting it, realizing he was still holding a piece of paper in his hands. 

“Do you think…do you think I could keep this one?” Taehyung whispered. You tilted your head, noting that he held the sketch you were working on as the wind had blown the dandelion from your fingers. 

“Of course,” you chuckled, smiling up warmly at him. He returned your smile before extending the paper back toward you. 

“But you have to sign it,” he nodded. “Every piece of art should have it’s artist’s signature…and maybe their phone number…you know…for future reference or artistic inquiries.”

You lifted your brows as Taehyung’s cheeks grew more and more red. You nodded as you bit your lip, understanding where he was going. You took the paper gingerly from his long fingers and quickly scribbled a signature, adding your phone number in tiny digits beneath the handwriting. 

“Just so you know,” you said, taking a deep breath before you spoke. You handed the paper up to Taehyung again. “If ever there is an artistic inquiry…I’m available most weekends…if you want to discuss things.”

“Over coffee, and possibly a baked good?” he smiled, biting his lip. 

“Oh, could a discussion happen any other way?” you laughed. Taehyung laughed as well, the noise pure and heavy. 

“I’ll let you get back to your drawing then,” Taehyung nodded, holding tight to your sketch with both hands. “Have a good day off!” 

You grinned, looking down to your lap. “I already have.”

Originally posted by theseoks

thanks to @novaurora13 for the plot help ^.^

Brooklyn Beckham - You’re welcome

I had a dream about Brooklyn, it was something like this, but we were in an apocalypse… but I didn’t write it into it lol. Hope you’ll like my first Brooklyn imagine


“I hate her! And I hate my mom for making me do this!” Brooklyn raged as he stormed into my room without knocking or anything, but I was already used to him.

“May I ask what we are talking about?” I sighed sitting up and I put my biology book aside to pay all my attention to him.

“Remember Darla?” he asked throwing himself down to the bed.

“The annoying daughter of your mother’s friend,” I asked thinking about the name. I only met her once, but that was more than enough. She would shut up the whole time and was only talking about herself, like, who cares girl?

“Yes! Oh God, my mom told me she is coming over today and I have to hang out with her and maybe ask out.”

“What? Why should you ask her out?” I asked feeling my stomach churning. I didn’t like the thought of him dating someone. We may had been best friends for long years, but I also wanted it to be something more, I was just waiting for him to make the first step. But in the meanwhile I absolutely didn’t want him to go on dates with other girls.

“I have no idea! She said something about a douche that dumped her, but I don’t know why I have to be the one who hits on her,” he growled shutting his eyes closed. I tugged my hair behind my ears thinking what he should do, and then I had an idea that could help him out.

“What if you had someone?” I asked looking at him. He peaked up at me curiously and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that your mom wouldn’t force you to date her if you already had a girlfriend. And if you want, I can be your fake girlfriend,” I explained. He raised his eyebrows at me sitting up.

“You would do that?”

“Sure, we are friends,” I smiled at him a bit painfully. I knew this fake relationship thing would just make it worse for me, but I was willing to take this risk to help him.

Later that day we went over to their house to get over this whole Darla thing. We stood at the door trying to get ready for our act.

“We have to convince my mom, don’t care about Darla.”

“Victoria will know that we are faking it,” I said looking up at him as I chew on my bottom lip. She knew both of us so well I was afraid she wouldn’t fall for it.
He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head.

“We can do it. Come on.” He grabbed my hand, laced our fingers together and we walked inside. I immediately heard Victoria’s laugh from the kitchen as she was talking to someone. Brooklyn pulled me towards the voices and then I saw his mom with Darla in the kitchen.

“Oh, you are home I was just…” Victoria started, but then her eyes shifted to our hands and then she looked up at his son in surprise. “Didn’t know Y/N was coming over. Is there something you would like to tell me, Honey?” she asked with a charming smile.

Darla was just sitting there staring at me and I started to feel uncomfortable.

“Uh, sure,” he nodded and all three of us walked into the living room leaving Darla alone. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I wanted to convince Victoria, so I was just going with the flow.

“So, I can see something new,” she smiled at us crossing her arms on her chest taking a good look at us.

“Yeah, Mom, Y/N and I are kind of dating.”

“Since when?” she raised her eyebrows.

“Not so long ago, but Mom, it’s privacy, we already talked about it,” he replied rolling his eyes.

“Sure. If you are dating, can I see a lovely kiss?” I knew she would want to see proof, my heart started to beat really fast, but I tried to keep it together.

“Mom, are you kidding? Which teenage boy would want to kiss in front of his mother?”

“Do I look like I care?” she sassed back and I knew she wouldn’t let it go, so I had to do something.

“I don’t wa-“ Brooklyn started, but I grabbed his neck and pulled his head down so I could kiss him.

He was taken aback from my action, but a moment later he put his arms around me and kissed me back. I imagined this a million times, but it never included his mom watching us. Could a first kiss be even more awkward? His kiss was quite convincing, it felt like he wasn’t even doing it for the show.

Keeping it short we had to pull away and I saw a smug grin on Victoria’s face, then Brooklyn spoke up.

“Mom, can you leave us alone for a minute?” he asked confusing me, I didn’t know what could be so important in that situation.

“Sure, I’ll be in the kitchen,” she nodded walking out of the room.

“What’s wro-“ Now he was the one to cut me off.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him kissing me fiercely. This wasn’t just an act, it was real. He kissed me because he wanted to. I hugged his neck tightly not wanting to let him go. He pushed me against the wall without breaking our kiss. We made out for long minutes before we were able to stop. My chest was rising and falling heavily as I tried to inhale as much air as I could.

“This fake thing is over here,” he told me looking into my eyes. “It’s real.”

I didn’t even need to reply anything, everything was clear. Victoria ditched her plan on hooking Brooklyn up with Darla and left us alone. I spent the afternoon with him and even though we were mostly just kissing, this was still the best day I had ever had.

When I was about to leave and we were standing at the front door, Victoria came up to us.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled at us.

“For what?” he asked saying the exact same thing I was thinking about.

“For bringing you together. You think I wanted you to date Darla? She is annoying,” she said rolling her eyes. “I knew you would make this play and it would bring you together. So you’re welcome, son.”

She walked away with a satisfied grin on her face and I couldn’t believe she did this to us, but I was thankful to her. Without her I would have still been in the friend zone waiting for him to do something.

I owed her big time.

Miniminter Fluff

A/N: Sorry it’s short I’m trying to write as many requests as I can before I have to sleep and I didn’t have a plot or anything to go off of.
“Fuck off Simon.” I mumbled to my boyfriend that keeps trying not to get me out of bed.
“Come on baby I wanna hang out with you.”
I rolled over and opened my eyes and I was faced with a pouting Simon.
“Can we just cuddle for a little while longer?” I begged as I buried my head into Simons chest.
“Fine baby.” He said as he pulled me so that I was now laying on top of him.
“Oi Simon we recording Cards Against Humanity or what?” Vikk said as he walked in the room but stopped when he saw us.
“Sure.” Simon said as he rolled me off of him and sat down in his chair.
“Alright join our call.” Vikk said as he walked out.
~~~~TIME SKIP~~~~
I had fallen asleep once again while they recorded but I was woken up by Simon.
“Oi who the fuck put that card?” Simon spoke in an angry tone of voice.
“Ethan I’m going to kill you.” Simon said as he glared at his camera.
Even though Simon had on his headset it was on a high volume so I was able to hear a muffled voice saying, “ Oi but for real though Y/N would totally get it.”
I quickly made out the voice to be JJs and before Simon began cussing at him in a low tone of voice.
“Why so quiet Simon?” I heard Harry ask.
“You guys are talking about my girlfriend getting banged by JJ and she’s sleeping right behind me.” He growled out.
“Is Simon a little jealous?” I heard Josh say.
“Of course I’m jealous. Y/N would leave me in a heart beat if JJ or one of you guys said that you liked her. Y/N is the love of my life and any of you guys could take her away from me. Listen I’m going to bed, we can record this again some other time because I don’t want to record while in on a bad mode.”
I was shocked at Simons answer, Simon and I have never said I love you to each other the whole 7 months that we’ve been together. Simon quickly said his goodbyes before shutting off his equipment and returning to sleep in bed with me. He pulled me into his chest and placed a kiss on my fore head.
“You honestly think I’d leave you for those pricks?” I mumbled.
“How much did you hear?”
“All of it. Do you really love me Simon?” I said as I looked up at him.
He looked down at me and bit his lip before nodding. I giggled before placing a kiss on his lips.
“I love you to Simon and I would never leave you for one of them so don’t you ever think that I would.”
Yo so I’ve been thinking about making is blog a sidemen and Calfreezy imagines only blog. They are the only people I get requested so I figured why not make it like that. So only request Sidemen and Calfreezy imagines from now on.


One night started with my little brother was babysitting him and he was walking around the house in nothing but boxers. Not no big deal since he’s my brother next thing you know I’m sitting on the couch watching TV and I tell him that he will be going to bed shortly and he said fine okay and said that he was going to go get some shorts and stuff to sleep in next thing you know if you minutes later I turn my head towards the door and my little brother standing there again still in the same boxers but this time his cock is literally hanging out and I turn my head asking him what he was doing why he was naked like that and he just laughed. So I decided to look over because I’m serious I couldn’t take my eyes out of cock when I seen it because I never knew such a young age could have a cock as big as his was that it was amazing knowing how long it was just hang in there soft and picking up a little bit when he got hard. So I called him over to the couch and he came over and sat down while I started sucking all over his cock making me take the whole thing sliding down my throat. It made me so wet just from the thought of how big his cock was when I’ve never seen one that big and now that I have seen one that big it made it so much hotter that it was my little brothers cock and It was so amazing that I found out my own little brother had a cock like that. I’ve been fucking him for about 4 to 5 years 3 - 5 days of week and also fucks me with my daddy or sometimes dad and son fuck my tight pussy so hard in front of my husband

“I’ve gotta mark my territory.” (Grayson)

You and Grayson have been together for about six months, and you loved every minute of it. He was the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. He always knew how to make you happy, in more ways than one.

You were over at his place one weekend, just hanging out. One thing lead to another, and the next thing you knew, you were both in his bed, naked and panting.

“Oh my god.” Was all Grayson said.

“Same.” You said, out of breath. You got up to go to the restroom and you noticed red marks on your neck and chest. 

Grayson left hickies.

“GRAYSON BAILEY.” You yelled from the restroom.

“What are you, my mother? What’s wrong?” He said said as he ran in the bathroom and stood behind you.

“Look at what you did. These aren’t going to lighten up by the time I have to go to work on Monday.” You pouted.

“I’m sorry baby. I gotta mark my territory.” He smiled as he pulled you close.

“Gray, this isn’t funny.” You said as you broke out of his grip.

“Just, wear a scarf or something. I don’t know.” He said.

“I can’t wear a scarf. The A/C is broken at the office and I’m gonna be sweating like crazy if I wear a scarf.” You said.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. “I really am.” He added. You couldn’t stay mad at him.

“It’s okay baby. I’ll figure out something. But, it’s getting late, and I’m tired.” You said as you walked out of the restroom, Grayson close behind. You both laid down in the bed and Grayson wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“I love you babe. I’m sorry about the hickies. I just, can’t control myself sometimes.” He said as he kissed your temple. You rolled over and smiled at him.

“Grayson, it’s okay. I’ll figure something out and everything will be okay. I can just cake on some makeup, and call it a day.” You said.

“Okay. I just don’t want you to be mad at me.” He said.

“I could never be mad at you. Like you said, you were just marking your territory.” You smiled.

“Exactly.” He laughed. He held you tight and you both slowly fell asleep.

Day 10 - YouTube

Note: I wasn’t going to write anything for this, but then I asked Bunny (my best friend) what she thought my Baz’s favourite music would be and she was like “Baz adores lady gaga. And edm. And waltzes. And basically anything used in a ballet. And dubstep mashups of the above. He makes some himself under a secret dj name” and tada~ this fic was born. Also I forgot to mention, this is in the same AU as my Coffee Shop fic and the Music fic, which you don’t have to read to understand, but it does make a bit more sense…

For @carryon-countdown


Simon was on the floor, laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.

Baz (his boyfriend of two months, sixteen days and two hours) was red faced, sitting on his bed with his arms crossed rightly over his chest and massive (expensive) headphones hanging around his neck.

“Shut up, Snow.”  Simon only laughed harder.  “I hate you.”  Baz said without any real force behind the words.

Simon held up his hands so Baz could seem them over the edge of the bed and after a few shaky attempts (he was still giggling), managed to sign, ‘GAGA? Serious?’

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Not that innocent

First time writing fanfic on tumblr.

New girl at Riverdale high, looks sweet and innocent. Archie teases her about one night when they are studying at his house and things get steamy….

Archie sat on his bed going over his math book,I laid on the couch in his room, writing the answers I got. I heard Archie sigh, loudly and over dramatic. I looked at him annoyed as he dropped his math book on his bed.  

“Y/N, I’m bored, this is boring.” Archie said, I rolled my eyes.

“That sucks for you Arch.” I muttered as I flipped the page, I looked at him in the corner of my eye, he was on his phone.

“Inviting you over to study, I really meant hang out, not actually study.” Archie rambled, I sighed and shut my books, I swung my legs off the couch putting my books in my bag.

“Okay, let’s hang out, what do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Theirs a few parties, but your too little to go to those.” Archie teased, I jokingly scoffed.

“I, Y/N L/N, am not to little to go to parties” I announced as I stood up walking to Archie’s bed sitting next to him, I saw he was texting Veronica.

“Okay.” Archie joked, I got up on my knees, moved his phone from in front of his face and straddled him. I felt him tense up, and something harden. He dropped his phone on his bed and his hands went to my waist.

“okay.” He breathed out, I wiggled my hips a bit, his hands tightened their grip around my waist. Archie closed his eyes and put his head against his bed frame. I heard a Archie groan. I stopped moving, he opened his eyes and looked at me. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it on the ground. I got off of him and stood on the floor, pulling my leggings off.

“Like what you see?” I asked as I did a twirl. I went back to straddling Archie as I grabbed the hem of his shirt, he leaned forward and helped me take it off.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Archie asked, I nodded and bit my lips. Leaning forward I kissed Archie, he kissed me back with some force. Archie flipped us over, not breaking the kiss.

“I’m gonna be incharge of this.” He whispered as he kissed down my neck, I moaned. I heard Archie taking off his pants, this is actually gonna happen. Archie hooked two fingers in my underwear and he pulled them down.

“Uh, Arch, condom.” I said, he made a duh face and went to his bedside drawer. He opened the condom and pulled his underwear down. I leaned my head back and waited for him. He climbed back on this bed and positioned himself at my entrance. He breathed out before sliding himself inside me. He started out with slow thrusts so I could get used to his side, the thrusts started getting faster, deeper and harder. We were moaning, me more than him. His fingers went down to my clit, moving in small circles. Its almost sent m e over he edge.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Archie breathed out as he started going harder. I moaned. Archie groaned loudly as his thrusts stopped, he finger continued circling my clit, it sent me over the edge. Archie collapsed next to me as he panted.

“That was great.” Archie said, I looked at him and nodded.

Part 2? / follow up

Dearest (Joker x reader) 7

Y/N’s curiosity got the better of her when she went exploring by herself in an old insane asylum. Little did she know of the murderous psychopath lurking in the shadows, obsessed and determined to break her and make her his.

Chapter 7

I opened my eyes, squinting as I tried to adjust to the light in the room. My head was right next to a night-lamp. I sat up in bed and looked around, memories of what happened last night flashing back to me. I looked over and saw that mister j’s side of the bed was empty. I began to wonder. Now that he’s had his way with me, would he toss me to the side? Or worse, kill me? I saw a red and black nightgown hanging over Mister J’s closet. I forced my naked and weary body out of bed and slipped into it.

With this being the first moment I’d had alone for two days I saw that my purse was on the closet counter. I opened it and grabbed my phone, and opened it. ‘’Missed Calls: 16 (Mom)’’ Shit, shit, shit fuck. It was first now that I realized how serious all of this was. I was in another city in god knows where with a murderer. I had just left all my stuff at my house and left without thinking twice about it. And for what? One steamy night of desire? God what the hell is wrong with me? I opened my message inbox and started typing ‘’Hi Mom, I’m such a klutz! I’m at June’s cabin for the next couple of days. We’re going hiking and stuff, I had to leave in such a hurry that I completely forgot to leave a note, sorry! Love you.’’ I felt tears form in my eyes as I fell to the floor and started sobbing.

My legs were weak and my head fell down to the floor. My body gave up and I couldn’t move anymore. Laying on my side, tears streaming down my cheeks, I could taste the bitter salty taste of my own tears as they grazed my lips. I felt lost, like my entire world has just gone under. Like I had lost everything. A part of my mind had already decided that the joker lost his interest in me the minute he got his way and would now discard me like a piece of trash. And if that was the case, how would I get home?

My mind was so unclear that I wasn’t even sure if I knew what home was anymore. Where would I find a taxi? Which bus would I take? And how would I know I was there when I was there, you know? ‘’Trouble sleeping?’’ I heard a voice in the doorway. I turned around swiftly and saw mister j standing there with his pants on and purple plastic gloves. My eyes wandered to his torso, looking at his tattoos. ‘’What’s the time?’’ I asked him. My voice came out like a weak whimper. He gave me a strange look, probably trying to figure out why I had collapsed on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night. ‘’3:30’’ he replied with the same expression on his face. I grabbed the bathroom counter and pulled myself up.

Fiddling with the soap bar I looked at my puddin. ‘’What are you going to do to me?’’ I asked. He tilted his head, confused at my remark. ‘’I mean –uh should I just, go? home? I won’t tell anyone where you live or anything mister J, you have my word. I would never be that stupid and I’m sure we could just forget about the whole thing, but you don’t need to kill me, please I-I just I don’t,’’ I began babbling like a crazy person. The joker just stood there and stared at me. Then something in his eyes changed. He slammed his hand on the sink, shutting me up immediately. ‘’SHUT UP’’ he shouted at me.

Then he started walking towards me. I had nowhere to go. The only way to go was backwards and there I would eventually meet the wall. ‘’blah blah blah blaaa blaah blah’’ he started laughing. His eyes were pitch black. ‘’Did you really think you were going home? Are you really that stupid? Oh noo, you’re not going anywhere dollface. What? You think I’m finished with you?’’ I felt the wall collide with my back and I stopped, standing on my toes with my head turned to the side. He was getting closer and closer, which terrified me given what state of mind he was in right now.

He shaked his head at me like I was a little child who had just disobeyed my parent. ‘’Tsk, tsk, tsk silly little girl. You’re not going anywhere dollface. You belong to me.’’ He wrapped his hands around my neck and lifted me up, causing me to choke. My feet were dangling and my eyes were wide like two cherry pies as I groaned and tried to get out of his deadly grip. He held me like that until I had learned my lesson. Then he let go and held onto my waist so I wouldn’t fall. He stroked my cheek with one finger and place one single kiss on my bruised neck. ‘’Say it.’’ He demanded.

I looked at him and in that moment, I surrendered. ‘’I’m yours.’’ He inhaled sharply and exhaled, his chest rising like a wild animal. ‘’Again.’’ I kissed his crimson lips and placed my hands on his jaw. ‘’I’m yours daddy, I belong to you.’’ With his hand around my waist, he used it to lift me over his shoulder and started to walk out into the hallway. Turning right on a corner he placed me on the kitchen counter.

The kitchen was huge, gold based with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. ‘’What’s? –Ssshh’’ he stopped me and started to dig through a drawer. He stopped and smiled, presumably having just found what he was looking for. He pulled out a tattoo-gun. ‘’Let’s seal the deal pumpkin’’ he grinned. I nodded my head with smiling eyes.

‘’Sit up straight.’’ He said. I did as I was told and sat up, facing him. He used his knee to separate my legs and sneaked in-between them. His hands pushed the right strap of my nightgown down to my elbow and stroked my collarbone. He placed the tattoo-gun at the beginning of my collarbone, next to my heart and started it. I flinched when it came in contact with my skin which made mister j chuckle. ‘’Did that tickle?’’ I just shot him a glare and looked up. He shushed me and started rubbing circles on my thigh.

I looked up at the chandeliers, chewing on my bottom lip to numb the pain. Every time he detached the gun from my skin, I drew a short breath, preparing for the next wave of pain. His touch calmed me down, made me feel a bit more relaxed and comfortable.

When he was finished, he rubbed some alcohol on it blew on it. I jumped off of the counter wand tiptoed over to the nearest mirror. I looked at myself, tilting my head. On the skin just above my collarbone it read Lucky you. From this moment on, I felt like I didn’t belong to myself anymore. I was his. His property, his toy, his girl. And I liked that.  ‘’You should get some rest, I’m taking you out tomorrow’’ I nodded my head and let him lead me to bed. I climbed under the silky covers and drifted off to sleep the second I shut my eyes.

The next morning felt entirely different. I felt rested and at peace with myself. I wasn’t scared anymore, or anxious about where people thought I was or what was going to happen to me. I knew that in my heart I had always wanted this. The rush, the danger. Mister J could provide that for me. He knew which buttons to push to send me over the edge and he was the most unpredictable human being I’d ever encountered. I never knew if he was going to push me into the wall and bite me or stroke my neck as he purred in my ear.

My tattoo was still stinging slightly but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. When I looked at my nightstand, I saw a plate of cupcakes. They had purple and green frosting on them and a bloody smiley face. Ha-ha, very cute. ‘’Good evening’’ I heard an unfamiliar voice from behind me. I turned around quickly and covered myself up with the duvet. It was one of the joker’s goons. ‘’Evening?’’ I asked confused. ‘’That’s right sleeping beauty. You’ve been out for hours. The boss will be here in about two, be ready when he’s here, he’s taking you to his club. I wouldn’t make him wait if I was you, clothes and all that is in the bathroom.’’ He mumbled and left, shutting the door behind him.

‘’Gee, thanks’’ I said to myself as I got up and walked into the bathroom. On one of the pink sofas next to the bathtub was a golden dress and on the counter, a bag of makeup. I looked inside the bag and it was filled with every single product that I kept in the one at home, only brand new. I smiled to myself. I must say, Mister J. Holding the dress in front of me, I smirked. It was beautiful. I’d say it was about mid-thigh-length and perfectly revealing. You could just catch a glimpse of my breasts in it, but it wouldn’t reveal so much that it took away the fun. I put my hair up and started getting ready. It felt good to see my face with makeup on after walking barefaced since I arrived here after my episode in the car.

 Since my puddin was taking me to his club I decided to be a little more bold than usual with both my hair and makeup. I added some black into it and a winged eyeliner which surprisingly turned out really well. Then I curled my hair and blow dried it to make it bigger. Finally I put the dress on and looked at myself in the mirror. I’d never in my life had this feeling of seeing my own reflection and genuinely been able to say that I looked hot. Luckily for me, Mister j was expected home in about five minutes, so I had time to put some perfume on and do some touch-ups on my face.

I wanted to look sexy for him. That was the only way I could control this. My sexuality and sex appeal was my only way of keeping him in check. I wanted him to want me. ‘’Y/N!’’ I heard from the bedroom. ‘’Yes, daaddyy’’ I dragged out with a soft and sugary sweet tone. ‘’Come here. Let me look at ya.’’ I quickly slipped into the golden heels he had put out for me and kicked the door open with my foot. Walking out five or six steps, I made sure to sway my hips as I walked, although not making it to obvious that I was trying to turn him on.

He was about to speak, but stopped once he saw me walking. It turned me on to think about that he had picked out these clothes for me, because he wanted to see me in them. He stood in silence for about six seconds before he twisted his head around and growled in frustration. He extended his hand and I grabbed it and bowed before him. This seemed to get him even more worked up. ‘’Daddy is gonna have some fun with you later.’’ I giggled and walked up to him as we started walking towards the door. His arm holding a protective grip around my shoulder. ‘’Oh and dollface?’’ ‘’Huh?’’ ‘’I want you to raise hell tonight.’’ We both grinned at each other as we got into his Purple Lamborghini and sped to the flashing lights of Gotham City.

“So what are your hobbies?” 

Do you..do you want to know the one I’m really passionate about or the socially acceptable ones? Because one of those makes me seem kind of like a serial killer. 

Monday, 1/19/15, 4:53 pm | Although we had a day off from school, some of my friends and I parked ourselves in a private library room today to crank out some homework that we ignored over the long weekend. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by Arabic, but that doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying it—it just definitely demands a lot of time outside of the classroom. I also have to finish my American Government reading at some point today, but for now, I’m writing this post from my bed. It’s important to relax after a big study session, so nap time is what I’m opting for; maybe later I’ll hang out in our basement and read about the U.S.’s argument against the extent of polarization in U.S. politics, but definitely not now. Netflix, here i come.

anonymous asked:

i feel like junhong would treat me like a lady and that's what's really important

I feel like Zelo would be the type of guy to walk you to your door every night after hanging out together cause he likes o spend every second he can with you and likes to leave you with soft sweet kisses before bed. 

I feel like Zelo would call you every night while he was working or on tour to tell you goodnight and that he loved you 

I feel like Zelo would text you really long sweet good morning texts as often as he could 

I feel like Zelo would bring you breakfast after working all night just because he was awake and he knew you’d rather have coffee cake and tea from Starbucks before work. 

I feel like Zelo would open your car door for you and help you out no matter the occasion and would actually get a bit annoyed if you told him not to. 

I feel like Zelo would take you on really expensive dinners and dress really cute in fitted suits for you because you mentioned you liked how he looked in them. 

I feel like Zelo would lay in bed with you while you were sick and just rub your back and hold you really really close even if you protested for fear of getting him sick, but he’d ignore you and just rest his chin on your head and watch youtube videos on his phone while you slept in his arms 

I feel like Zelo would take midnight trips to the store for you if you mentioned you were hungry and would surprise you at your front door with so much junk food and just a really shy smile like “Hope you like Pringles” 

I feel like Zelo would hold your hand EVERYHWERE, you surprised him at the studio? expect a tour while proudly intertwining his fingers in yours, You two are grocery shopping? hand holding. Yall just sitting on the couch watching TV? h a n d h o l d i n g 

I feel like Zelo is just someone who enjoys showing off his girlfriend and isn’t afraid of skinship, back hugs, his arm around you, his hand resting innocently on your leg,  resting his entire body on you while yall sat at the studio after practice. 

I feel like Zelo would show up at your house and just flop on your bed some nights and just crawl under the covers and snuggle you without a word and just falling asleep because he missed you for those hours you two were apart. 

I feel like zelo would try to fight any of the members if they tried anything funny with you, not that he’s worried that anything will happen, he just gets super protective and he’s not having ANY of Daehyuns shit ://

I feel like Zelo would be the type of guy to invite you to one of their concerts for a back stage experience and surprise you with a purpose on stage because he’s just so proud of being with you and loves you so much that he doesn’t give a fuck and likes to watch his members die of cringe but also jealousy cause he has the bet girlfriend and they don’t :)

I just feel like Zelo would be the greatest sweetest most innocent boyfriend. 

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact


Zo once again finds himself at one of those bubble machines.  He inhales the bubble solution and immediately begins coughing and choking.

Lorenzo:  *to himself* I just really don’t get why people are into this stuff.

Anitra walks over.

Anitra:  Hey dad!

Lorenzo:  What’s up?

Anitra: I’m tired…I think I’m ready to go home and go to bed.  Are you going to be here for a while?

Lorenzo:  Yeah…I plan on hanging out for a bit longer. At least until I eat my fill. 

Anitra: *glad to hear that* Well…I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.


You Belong With Me (Modern Clexa AU)

Clarke and Lexa have been best friends since the first day of school. Lexa knows love is weakness but she is hopelessly in love with Clarke. Clarke is oblivious, happily dating other people. 

I lay on Clarke’s bed, propped up by several pillows, pretending to be engrossed in my worn copy of Carmilla. But I was distracted, by Clarke. She had her head resting on my lap and her feet hanging over the side of the bed. She was talking on her phone, I was running my fingers through her soft, golden hair. I told myself that it was a perfectly normal thing for best friends to do, after all it was a typical Tuesday night for us. What wasn’t normal was how I had to consciously stop my gaze from falling to her lips or the bare skin of her shoulder revealed by her baggy top. Yeah definitely not normal. I cursed myself for the inappropriate thoughts that regularly plagued my mind. I had tried to deny it for years but the truth was what I felt for her was anything but friendly, somewhere along the line I had fallen completely in love with her. But to Clarke I was just her best friend. I was the girl she shared her lunch with on the first day of preschool and everyday since. She didn’t see me that way.

Chapter 1

anonymous asked:

I love my friend and she's so loyal but she doesn't take my mom seriously. my mom is really depressed and introverted and my friend has made jokes abt her "hanging from the shower curtain" or having sex in her bed and idk what I should do? Im scared if I call her out and talk to her about it she'll think I'm over reacting but I don't want to lose her as a friend thx u (btw u look gorgeous I hope ur enjoying ur travels!!)

call her out, friends are the people u choose to be your family and if they make u feel bad then theres no point continuing to be around them, if she loves u she will want to know m, no friend wants to deliberately hurt u and will change her behaviour and if not she’s not worth having

anonymous asked:

idk where else to go for advice but... i'm in a relationship with my fp and whenever my fp is away or sleeping or whatever i get really anxious and scared?? i know it has to do with a "lack of object permanence" and i struggle with it a lot but i don't know how to cope with it or make it go away. i always give my fp the space they need and i dont want to worry them with this topic so i rarely bring it up with them. any advice would be helpful thank you...

Right there with you, I have such trouble with this particular symptom! What helped me is I bought a polaroid and take photos of my friends and I any chance I get, and I hang those in front of my bed to see before I go to bed, and carry a few with me in my wallet and that helps a lot. Other than that also any notes with my fp’s handwriting calms me down to read over. Maybe have them write or draw you things and take more photos with them. Also maybe if they make you a  friendship bracelet that could help as a temporary object to focus on while they’re gone! I hope this helped, I’m not good on this subject but this is how I deal with that! - Sen

How To Drown In The Desert :: chapter 3

Dancing and bed-sharing. What more could you want. Allura’s dress is supposed to look like this. Thank you all for being so patient, I hope this chapter was worth the wait!  Enjoy

CHAPTER 3: The Shallow End

Allura was ushered into a narrow changing room, slim stalls lined along one wall near the servant quarters in the palace. A plump maid bustled about, throwing the traditional Sjarkan clothes at them, hanging them over the closed doors of stone that creaked at the slightest touch.

It was a relief to slip out of her skin-tight suit, sweat having been building underneath the fabric all afternoon. The cooler air as night grew closer was refreshing on her skin. The Sjarkan gown (or at least it looked like a gown) was soft as she slipped it on. It was made of a thin white cloth, sleeveless, and went down to her ankles. With the right pair of heels, she’d have no problem moving around in it. Silver chains, sparkling naturally, were wound over her shoulders and collarbone with gaps in between, overlapping over the torso of the dress. Against her dark skin, it looked especially beautiful.

It had nothing on Altean formal wear, of course, but it was still rather nice.

read the rest on ao3 or ffn

anonymous asked:

When I was 13, I made this "protection" seal to hang over my door using symbols I found online, which it said would "stop evil from entering". The night I hung it up, I went to bed and saw the shadow of a little kid on the wall below my window (I live on the 2nd floor). The shadow walked up to my bed, disappeared, and then I felt thousands of needles jab into my back. I ripped the seal down immediately and never saw the kid again. I still want to know what that seal actually was.