when they got the brown eyes right in every other panel

Armin Reiss

This theory could easily be wrong of course, it’s called a THEORY for a reason, but it’s fun to write about these things. This one is about the famous theory that Armin is royalty, that he is Armin Reiss(or Fritz). No, this is not based on the fact that him and Historia look alike, this goes much deeper. 

Let’s begin with the very start, before Armin was even born. Who were his parents? We know nothing about them, but what’s strange is that we know everybody’s parents except for his. We’ve seen the parents of jean, connie, eren, mikasa, levi, erwin, annie, Sasha, historia, grisha and so on, which makes it weird that Armin has been left out since he is a main character. But we do know his grandfather well and I found something interesting about them, please look at Armin and the grandfather well and tell me what they have in common… Go Google them and then come back to this… Take your time, look at them well. Got an idea? Cuz I don’t. They look nothing alike! Armin is blonde and has blue eyes and the grandfather has brown eyes and hair. This might just be a genetic thing, but from a writer’s point of view, it could mean something. But the grandfather himself is very odd. We know that he was the one who named Armin and was with him until the very end and even gave him the outside world book, but I’ll back to that later. All this made me realize that Armin was closer to him than he was with his parents. To be honest, I think they didn’t care for him at all. He was constantly bullied but they did nothing at all, they left him behind, they even allowed him to go out with the book that could get him in trouble and even Armin spoke about them harshly, saying “You’ll die in a stupid way like my mom and dad,” Which is not a good way to speak about the dead! Especially about your parents! You may argue that his parents died differently in the manga, but don’t forget that every change done in the anime was by isayama himself, so that can’t be used as an argument. So about the book, where did it come from? Shiganshina is the poorest place in the walls, so how could they get their hands on the book about the outside world? Remember who else had books about the outside world? Grisha, and where was he from? Far from the walls. That’s a hint, but a little one. Speaking of, Grisha was told by Dina (royal blood) that her kind is hiding somewhere, that royal blooded people are lost, so maybe we could use that info too to explain why Armin’s parents ended up there. (ps: those couple in ch55 aren’t his parents, because there were no confirmations). Where would his parents go? I’m sure hey knew that the world outside was full of titans! Were they idiots? Leaving their son to die? Maybe they’re alive, or dead as we were told. Not sure. They left before the attack, did they run? But why the hell would they ever encourage their kid to want to leave the walls where hell is waiting? I wish I knew. About the similarities between Historia and Armin are many, besides their looks, the main one being childhood. Other kids beat them up daily, their parents abandoned them and yes, they look alike, so alike that Armin once even was mistaken for her and kidnapped, remember that? I do! That scene couldn’t be there for no reason! Every scene in aot is a hint to the future events (or isayama just wanted to draw armin in drag lol)

Another argument I hear often is “But Historia makes Eren remember things when she touches him,” And yes, that is true, and so does Armin. It’s very silent, but once you notice, you’ll understand why I’m taking this so seriously. First, we know that if they make skin contact, Eren remembers things, so let’s begin with episode 5, where Eren grabs Armin’s wrist to save him. Eren remembered nothing there, why? Because when he grabbed Armin’s arm, he grabbed his sleeve. It’s a tiny detail that could be missed, but they didn’t touch skin. Next ep where they did was the ending of ep 8, where Armin holds Eren’s hand. How does the next ep start? Eren remembering being inside the titan which he forgets when Armin lets go. Next is ep 13. People ignore the fact that Armin woke up Eren! He entered in consciousness and woke him up, which only a Reiss could do. Then in the manga when they once again hold hands, the panel is drawn as if their hands are glowing (he didn’t remember anything cuz right before Historia already helped him remember his past), crazy right? It all fits, or I’m just overthinking. How come nobody ever talks about the fact that Armin freaking heard his titan talk in ch 85?? That has never happened before and we’ve seen every other shifter talking about how their titans work, but this has not once happened!!! That scene creeped me out! The titan cried too! Some said that it might be Bertholdt, but even if that’s true, we’ve never seen Eren talking to Grisha(the previous owner)!! It’s like something only royal blood can do, because nobody else did it in the entire story. And don’t forget that the Owl said to find Armin and Mikasa! so there’s something more the world needs from him, because rn the war/attack is starting (maeley vs eldians) and it’ll be a bloodbath. Armin rn is the colossal titan! Imagine if he’s royalty too. They could win the war. But why am I fighting so hard for this theory? Because of what isayama said about ch 89,  This is so important!

 See how in ch 89 he corrected his writing from “eating royal blood,” to “Touching the royal titan” and right after that scene, the panel shows Armin looking at Eren zoomed in. (so to activate the coordinate, eren must touch a royal titan, not a human) I wonder who that titan could be that eren could use for the coordinate… Nothing can save the main characters rn, except maybe this. IF Armin ends up actually being royalty, then it means that they can use titans to fight against the Marley and actually survive and even win. Armin could save them all, because nothing else can. This is the only hope I have left to see my characters win against the world, because them alone is not enough for the war they’re in. and don’t forget that the story is ending, we’re reading the finale arc, so something like this could bring the story to the big climax, the main one being ”freeing the wall titans” as armin said would one day happen. That WILL happen and this theory is how I think it’ll be. Armin and eren working as one. We know zeke wouldn’t be the one to do it because the marley are afraid of the walls being broken down and the titans escaping, and can zeke even control the titans? Probably. But so can eren, but not without the help of a royal titan. These hints were dropped for a reason. Look at how his titan looks just like the other reiss titan we’ve seen. Isayama never had unnecessary details in his story. All we can do is wait and see what will happen next.   

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There’s faith, and there’s knowing that Andrew won’t leave without seeing Nathaniel first.

The real question will be whether Andrew pauses long enough for Nathaniel to apologise before taking his head off. It might end up being for the best – Nathaniel doesn’t know what to say to him anyway.

Browning’s SUV pulls up in front of a Fed-infested motel and they bundle Nathaniel out. Jacinth is curled over his shoulders, partially obscured with an oversized jacket and the folds at the back of his hood. The wounds on her haunches are healing faster than any of his, but she’s not moving any more athletically than he is right now.

“Twenty minutes,” Browning reminds them as he and his badger daemon lead them up the stairs to the second floor. When he knocks on one of the doors, it opens a crack to show a suited guard with a scowl on his face and a big Alsatian daemon. He looks at Nathaniel before turning to Browning.

“I don’t like it,” he says.

“Noted. Watch him for a moment,” Browning replies, and steps by him with a brisk clap. “Listen up, people. You’ve got twenty minutes. Let’s keep this orderly and have only one person up at a time.”

The guard on the door lets Nathaniel straight through – into a wave of protests from the Foxes all objecting as one to Browning’s proposal.

“Twenty minutes? You’re kidding me,” Dan snaps, before she sees Nathaniel in the doorway, hood pulled up around his face. The shift in her expression isn’t anger – it’s relief, pure and laced with fear. “Neil, oh my god. Are you alright?”

Nathaniel hasn’t got the words to reply. It’s the sight of them that does him in, bruised and exhausted but still here when he thought he would never see them again. And as much as seeing them is a relief like every soft thing in the world, he knows that this is a goodbye. He can’t see himself leaving out that door without breaking into pieces.

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Third First Kiss [Plance, VLD oneshot]

@sparklingpidge i try 

Also I didn’t realize there was a @planceday blog but here’s a belated Plance Day thing! Unedited, because I am always tired. 

Lance has always liked threes. Three sides to his favorite comfort food (pizza); three younger siblings (Rosalyn, Alonzo, Isabel); three syllables in his mother’s name (Elisa); three words in a phrase he kept out of sight but in reach (you know, just in case).

So, he guesses, when it comes to his first kiss with Pidge, he’s not all that surprised it happens three times.

 The first time is by accident.

 He’s down in the labs, gracing Pidge with his ever-helpful presence (he’d been bored, and he liked the quiet stimulation of the lab - the soft whirs and blinking light and Pidge’s constant ramblings; Pidge had told him she liked having a second pair of eyes when she worked on the ship’s hardware, and that Hunk was “too linear”, whatever that meant). She waves Lance over to peer into the narrow opening of some kind of electrical panel and see if he could spot a specific wire. It’s a task he’d managed for her countless times before, and the press of the crown of her head against his as she, too, tries to get a better look, is perfectly familiar.

 He spots it, like he always does, and she socks him in the arm in appreciation, like she always does, and they lift their heads in unison.

 His nose brushes hers. Her bangs fall over her eyes and tickle his skin. Their lips meet like tangent and curve; the barest of intersections, a beat before peeling away.

They jump back from the panel and each other. They don’t make it awkward. It’s awkward but they don’t make it that way. No one laughs it off or tries to explain it away; Pidge just picks back up with whatever she’d been talking about before (he suddenly can’t remember the topic, and struggles to follow her high, tight words over the pounding of his heart), and he nods along and eventually cracks a joke about something. Lance saunters out of the lab a few doboshes later, claiming a need to get into the bathroom and wash his face before Hunk used up all the hot water. Pidge nods and doesn’t comment on the fact that there were multiple bathrooms, and the castle never ran out of hot water.

It burns at him. All night, thoughts lick at the edge of a mind desperate for sleep, replaying that single moment over, and over, and over again until it consumes him. He burns with the memory of how quickly that accidental kiss was over; he smolders with the realization that he wants it to happen again.

 The second time is out of desperation.

They’re infiltrating another Galra base in what feels like an endless stream of Galra bases. Seriously, they knocked out one, like, twice a week. Shiro’s got Pidge and Lance on control station duty. Pidge hacks into the system, Lance sharpshooters the hell out of some sentries. Easy peasy.

 Things are going great right up until the point where they’re not: Lance takes out a sentry way on the far end of the hall, and is indulging in his customary gloating to Pidge, when a Galra soldier drops down from a cliché and totally unseen air vent, whips around, and rams some sort of pulsing, electric baton into Lance’s chest. It goes bright, and then it goes dark.

 Lance wakes up with a sputter and a gasp, like he’s broken the surface of the ocean long after he should have come up for air. A weight springs off of his chest, but whatever had been pounding away at his ribs has left everything soar. His lips are warm.

 Eyes sliding open, he’s met with a tangle of brown hair that hovers a few millimeters above his face. Lance goes cross-eyed as he stares down and sees a hand pinching his nose shut. He sees a reddened cheek and a furrowed brow, and then he sees a mouth bracketing his. Each part seems incomplete, the observation of each individual tree and a an utter missing of the forest.

 Then the lips leave his, and cool air hits his face. The picture comes together, and the picture is Pidge, leaning over him, face mottled with worry, fingers still holding his nose.

“You’re okay,” she breathes. The hard lines on her face start to soften. “You’re an idiot,” she continues, “but you’re okay.”

 *It’s not my fault that guy came from the ceiling,* he tries to say, but it comes out as a painful wheeze instead. Pidge realizes where her other hand is and unplugs his nose.

 “Pidge, is Lance okay?” Shiro’s voice echoes from some distant place. “Hunk is bringing the Yellow Lion in closer, but we’ve got to move fast.”

Pidge calls back in the affirmative, and Lance even manages to raise a shaky thumbs up.

“Here we go,” she says, voice so low that only Lance could possibly hear it. “I’ve got to carry your ass around again.”

But there’s zero actual malice in her words, and she darts back down and presses her lips to his so fast that he almost thinks he’s imagining it. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen, or the fact that his heart literally stopped, but he’s pretty sure Pidge’s cheeks run pink as she slips an arm under his shoulder and helps Shiro hoist him up, just like Lance is pretty sure that last lip contact was *not* a traditional step in performing CPR.

Lance thinks of her as the healing pod lulls him into a medically-induced sleep. She’s the first thing on his mind when he wakes up.

The third time is intentional. Or, at least, he hopes it will be. Lance hasn’t actually worked up the nerve, even though he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and pull her to him. Pidge is so, so close, which doesn’t make anything easier.

It’s video game night. They have one every Friday, or, well, what they’ve designated at Friday, since is impossible to really tell on the ship. Normally the whole team pile into the lounge for a raucous, tournament-style Earth game throwdown, but tonight, it’s just him and Pidge. Keith and Hunk had a meeting with the Blade of Marmora that just couldn’t be rescheduled, and Allura, Shiro, and Coran were working late to draft a treatise for a recently liberated system. Allura had offered a seat at the table if Lance and Pidge wanted to join in the ‘vital act of diplomacy’. They’d offered a hard pass in return.

There’s nothing unusual about the banter that flies between them, or even the way Pidge careens half into his lap as she leans hard with her controller, insisting that it really did make the car on the screen turn better. The tension though, that was different. No matter how casually he tried to act, every word sounds a little stilted, a bit off, and maybe it’s just him but it seems like Pidge feels it too. It gets thicker the longer the game goes on.

Lance has been thinking about this for quintants. He’s been losing precious, irreplaceable beauty sleep over it. With a long exhale and a nod, Lance jabs the pause button on the controller.

“Lance, what the quiz-”

“I want to kiss you.”

It takes every ounce of will in his body not to groan. That’s not what he’d practiced saying. He was supposed to be suave, and charming, and not sounding like he was about to choke on his own tongue. Lance hazards a glance at Pidge. Her eyebrows do an impressive climb towards her hairline and her lips part.

He’s got about a zillion things he could say to try and make this better, clean it up or make it a joke. Instead, he just turns to stare at her and hopes whatever answer she comes up with won’t be washed out by the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

“But you've… already kissed me? We’ve done that?” she says slowly.

Okay. Not the worst answer, though not as 'head over heels in love’ as he was hoping for. But encouraging enough for the next thing that comes out of his mouth:

“I want to kiss you again.”

Pidge straightens next to him on the couch, and tucks her hands in her lap. “Really.”

Lance puts a hand on her shoulder and turns her gently to face him. Nothing but his pride to lose. And, well, maybe her, but he doesn’t let himself dwell on that any more than he already has.

“Reallly really. Pidge, I want to kiss you again,” he declares. “I want to get our third first kiss out of the way, so that we can start on our second kiss and cross that off the list too, and so on, and so forth.”

Pidge raises an eyebrow, but she hasn’t tried to pull away. That’s a good sign, right?

“Our third first-?” she cuts herself off, lets out a short huff, and leans in. Reaching up, she cups his face in her hands and plants her lips on his.

It might be their third first kiss, but it feels like something altogether new: with a kiss this slow and deliberate, Lance can drink in every detail. Pidge’s lips are chapped but warm, and grow pliant as his mouth moves against hers. Her hands sink from his face down to his chest. Her eyes flutter shut, and so do his.

The kiss is chaste but deep, the kind that leaves him needing more of her, and closer. They break for air, and instead of some smart comment, Lance just rests his hands on her hips and pulls her into his lap. She comes with no protest, wrapping her arms around her neck and diving back in for another kiss - their second, if he’s counting right.

 Lance has always liked threes, but past the second kiss he loses track. The numbers blend, and suddenly, it seems so much less important how many times he’s kissed Pidge, as the fact that he’s even kissing Pidge in the first place. All that matters, he decides, is that he can keep kissing her for a long, long, long time after.


featuring best friend Haechan

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Requests: annyeong!!~ can I have an au where you and haechan are bestfriends and one day he introduces you to mark and u guys start developing feelings for eachother, thank u~~ ^_^

hii I think I resqueted this scenarios to like 4030 blogs but nobody did it so could you do a scenario where your best friend with Donghyuck and hang out with him a lot so Mark thinks you like him but you like Mark?? could you make this fluffy please?

hi there, I love your scenarios so much!! can you please do a mark scenario where he doesn’t know what to say to you whenever he’s around you

A/N: yay another mark scenario hehe (i have so many requests for mark omg) i havent written in a while so i hope this isnt bad!! enjoy reading hehe

Word count: 1,944


There he was, eyes glued to the book he was holding between his bare and smooth fingers. You noticed the way he’d struggle to keep his dry and brown hair out of his face as he squinted to read the words on the pages, and the way he’d nod a little in understanding as he flipped through every page.

The library, almost empty and quiet, seemed to not affect you as you continued staring at him. The patter of raindrops hit the glass panels of the windows as your eyes shifted to see gloomy clouds towering the sky, as flashes of lightning came like a shock.

You were hit out of your trance when you felt a hand flick the back of your head lightly, causing you to let out a small cry. As soon as you saw the familiar figure chuckling in front of you, you hit him back lightly.

“It’s late now, what are you still doing here in the library” Haechan asked as he took the seat beside you, then crossing his arms, a look of suspicion and care on his face.

You sighed as your hands reached out to stack the pile of books in front of you, “Last minute revision for finals, what’s new”

As soon as Haechan heard your sentence, he gave you another flick on the forehead, then shaking his head, “Please go get some rest, you’re already pushing yourself so hard, don’t overwork yourself. Now pack your things, i’ll send you home”

You smiled softly at his words. You love it when Haechan was all caring and protective over you, unlike his usual self where he’d constantly tease and make fun of you. He was your best friend and treated you like one.

You nodded your head, “Yeah yeah okay Mr Lee”, as you gathered all your materials into your bag. Your head shifted slightly to take one more glimpse at him- he was still deeply immersed in the book, pouted lips and raised eyebrows.

Haechan noticed, then turned over to take a look at the young boy who had been sitting there for hours- as long as you were.

Haechan’s lips immediately formed an ‘o’ shape, then turning into a smile. He got up from his seat as he made his way towards the boy.

You noticed them exchange a few smiles, followed by a handshake that they both seemed very familiar with. You frowned in confusion as you saw the two making their way over, Haechan looking like an excited little puppy, the other boy, just smiling nervously as one hand was holding the book he was reading, the other, clenched tightly to his bag.

“Y/N!!! It’s time for my childhood best friend to meet my high school best friend, i’m so happy to see you here hyung!” your best friend blabbered on as you continued observing the other boy.

He bowed slightly towards you, then attempted to reach his hand out to greet you. But immediately dropped his bag on the table, as though forgetting he was carrying it. You saw a light pink shade take over his cheeks as he laughed nervously, “I-I’m sorry, I’m Mark by the way”

You giggled at his silliness, causing him to blush even more, as you gladly took his hand in yours, “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you”

Haechan clapped his hands as he slung his arm around both Mark and you, “Okay now that you two know each other let’s go hehe”


It was as though it was only yesterday that Haechan has introduced you to Mark. You were now in Haechan’s apartment, watching the two boys fight over a game they were playing on the television as you laughed at them from the side.

“Y/N!!! Mark hyung is bullying me, he won’t let me win” Haechan pouted to you as ge crossed his arms, acting like a small child. You saw Mark shrug his shoulders, then gave you a cheeky smile.

Which for some reason, made your heart beat faster.

You tried to hide the pink that was slowly appearing on your cheeks, “Oh please hyuck, maybe you just suck at the game, that’s why he won!”

Mark looked over to smile at you again, giving you a thumbs up.

You felt butterflies in your stomach.

Haechan looked at you disgust as he scoffed, shaking his head, “I did not introduce him to you a few months back to be treated like this. This friendship is over”

You made your way to the couch, where the two were, as you pinched Haechan’s cheeks and cooed at him, “Aw someone’s upset”

He stuck his tongue out at you, then crossed his arm, “Yeah because someone’s TAKING SIDES.”

You shook your head a little, before patting his head, then giving him a small hug, which he, like always, gave in to you and hugged you back.

Mark watched awkwardly from the side, just laughing at the both of you, unsure of what to do.

“You two look cute together…”

Mark’s eyes widened as soon as he realised what he just said, apologising to the both of you and awkwardly laughing. You pushed Haechan slightly away from you upon hearing his words, shaking your head and pointing at him, “Me? And him? No thanks”

Haechan rolled his eyes as he gave Mark a pat on his back, “Please hyung, never in my lifetime”

But you felt your heart sinking. Why’d Mark think of that?


It seemed as though it all happened in a rush. You couldn’t clearly remember how you fell so deep.

You started noticing Mark more, every of his habits, his likes and dislikes, and everything he did seemed to make you happy, the way no one else could.

You’d start blushing whenever you were near him, and as days passed, you found it even harder to get comfortable with him. It was as though something was holding you back.

You realised how you’d get all jealous and upset when Mark didn’t have the time to hang out with both you and Haechan, and how he’s constantly running on mind almost every second, even when he’s right there beside you.

You had fallen for him.

As much as you wanted to tell him and show him, Mark seemed as though he wasn’t trying to strengthen your friendship, as if something was holding him back too.

You noticed how he would always keep quiet and not say any words when he was with you alone, but would be the total opposite when he was with Haechan.

He’d get all nervous and stutter on his words while talking to you, and you also realised how he’d stare at both you and Haechan whenver you all interacted or had skinship with one another.

It seemed as though he didn’t want to be your friend, and that affected you deeply.

Haechan eventually found out your feelings for Mark one day where he caught you staring at photos of the both of you, and how you would always get defensive when he talked about Mark.

Of course, he supported you and your decision, and promised to help you out.


You were resting your head on Haechan’s shoulder in the school library, one of his hands casually scrolled through his phone screen, the other, playing with your hair.

You let out a sigh, “It’s been two months hyuck, i don’t think he has feelings for me, should i just give up?”

Haechan shook his head, then assured you in his sweetest tone, “No, i’m sure he does. I’ve never seen hyung get this nervous to anyone before, just wait for a little while more.”

You frowned slightly, closing your eyes, “Sigh this is so tiring, thank you for being here.”

Haechan let out a small laugh, then pat your head, “Of course, i love you”

“Oh… I-I’m sorry…”

Your body immediately jerked up to the familiar voice, and you were greeted by a blushing Mark, his hand behind his neck as he avoided eye contact with you.

“I thought i’d come visit you two but i- uhh.. sorry to interrupt that moment, i got to go… You two look cute by the way”

Mark flusteredly tried to explain himself, still ignoring eye contact with you. Haechan tried to explain to him, but before he could finish his sentence, Mark was already at the entrance, ready to leave.

This was your only chance.

You got up quickly from your seat as you ran after him, ignoring the glares from the other people in the library. You were confused and it felt as if you were going to cry.

After a few seconds of calling after his name, Mark finally stopped as he looked at you nervously, “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt that-”

But you hugged him, tears flowing down your cheeks.

He stopped at his words, as his body stiffened up from your hold.

“What… Y/N if Haechan sees this he wouldn’t be happy- I’m-” Mark said softly as he tried to push you away, but you held on tight to him, your face in his chest.

“Mark, it doesn’t matter what Donghyuck feels”

Mark stared at you in confusion, his heart beating quickly as he was unsure of what to say. He tried pushing you again, “But… Don’t you like him? And he seems like he likes you too, he’d always talk about you and-”

“Mark i like you, in fact, i love you. For months now. I don’t know how all this happened but i’m thankful that we became friends and you don’t have to return the same feelings as me i just needed to let these all out”

You felt his body soften at your words, then you felt his hands cupping your cheeks as he brought it up to meet his face. You met his soft gaze and you let a small smile, wiping away the tears that had already stained your cheek.

His eyes still showed signs of lost and confusion, but he took a deep breath and said softly, “I like you too Y/N… From the day we met to the day we went to the cafe for a small date. But i noticed how you’d always get so close to Haechan and how you two would hug and tease each other, it’s as though you two are a couple…” he paused to see you giggle, making him blush a little.

“… and Haechan would always talk about how good you were in your studies, and all of your good points. He seemed really in love with you. So i didn’t want to spoil the relationship the both of you had. I distant myself and i told myself you wouldn’t return my feelings but now i’m just… wow”

You immediately smiled at his words, wrapping your arms around his waist again, “Thank you Mark, for everything”

Within a few minutes a breathless Haechan appeared in front of the both of you, his worried expression turning into a happy one when he saw the position the both of you were in, as he pat the both of you on the back, “I’m happy for the both of you”

Mark offered his hand to him, and the two started doing their usual handshake. Haechan looked over to you and gave you a thumbs up, before linking arms with the both of you, “Okay now, let’s go have lunch with the new couple.”

“Oh and hyung… Good luck on dealing with her” Haechan said teasingly to Mark, causing you to hit him slightly, as the three of you walked down to the cafeteria laughing at each other, the way it always was.

Wayhaught ficlet. Waverly drives a drunk Nicole back to the homestead after the strip joint incident.


It takes all three of them to get the revenant into the trunk of the cop car. Or rather, it takes both of the Earp sisters – Waverly hooks her arms under his armpits while Wynonna hoists up his legs – while Nicole, who can barely keep herself upright, rests her hand on the guy’s knee and does a spectacular job of pretending to help while actually getting in the way.

When he’s locked inside the trunk, Wynonna takes the driver’s seat of Nicole’s car, while Nicole insists on taking the passenger seat in Waverly’s red jeep. Waverly doesn’t protest. She reckons that Wynonna’s patience wouldn’t be able to endure an entire car journey with the company of the drunkenly babbling redhead on a good day, let alone after locking the potential father of her unborn child in the trunk of a cop car, so Waverly helps Nicole into her own passenger seat without a complaint and promises Wynonna that she’ll be right behind her the whole way back to the homestead.

They’ve been driving for about thirty seconds when Nicole’s voice pipes up, words slurred and her tone pathetically sad.

“You said I was in trouble,” she whines. “Are you mad at me?”

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Parasite Part 2

Okay, this one did not at ALL go as planned haha. I was planning on more angst and this was going to be the end of Parasite but nope! Instead some fluff happened??? And now there’s gonna be a part 3 because there’s still more story to get to.

Sorry it’s not as Langst  but please enjoy the happiness. I was craving some smiley Keith. Part One Here

At Keith’s insistence, Allura and Coran set him and Lance up in a quarantine room in the castle. Alteans were familiar with contagious disease and the room was built with a glass wall, medical equipment, and a communication system.

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one night snap (pt. 1)

words: 1813
description: [23:09] Kim Taehyung:

warnings: none (in this part)
a/n: this was heavily inspired by snapstreak by @namjoone​ (if you’re into taekook, i highly recommend you read it), it’s just that i’ve been thinking about this all week and i wanted to write something with a similar setting and Snapchat is the perfect app for these sort of one-shots hehe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Behind Brown Eyes

Here is Part One of “Salt And Pepper”

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader
Words:  1453

-The reader and Jeffrey have a past. Will they be able to work things out? Or will Jeffrey run again?-

Thank you @mamapeterson for looking over this for me!!

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know. :)

         You loved being on Supernatural. You loved acting. You loved getting to be around the cast. And you absolutely loved going to the cons and doing panels and photo ops; being around the fans was so much fun.

            You were currently onstage with Jensen and Jared, acting a fool. The three of you were running around and goofing off like crazy. It was still hard to believe that you were getting paid for acting more like a child than an adult.

            “Will you all ever grow up?” The three of you jumped slightly when you heard a voice come from somewhere offstage.

            “Probably not,” Jensen answered.

            You had to hold back your excited squeal when you saw Jeffrey Dean Morgan walk out on stage. No one had known he was coming. So his arrival was definitely a surprise.

            “Well, look who we have here,” Jared teased. “Come to crash our panel?”

            “Just thought I’d come join my favorite people. Is that okay?” he asked, looking toward the audience. The fans went wild. Of course they didn’t mind Jeff being there. They were thrilled to see him, especially because they didn’t know he was going to be there.

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You Don’t Own Me ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Dylan O’Brien


Word Count: 6576

A/N: This is really long lol! But I didn’t want to split it so whatevs. This takes place during 2015 SDCC. I’ve never been to one so forgive me if the schedules and other stuff don’t exactly match up. The gif was my inspiration as well as this song. Also, it says “reader” but I had to give the reader a name and y’all know I don’t like doing the Y/N thing. So here you go enjoy the trashy smut!

It all started a year and a half ago, when I moved out to California from Dallas. Holland and I have been friends since we were kids, so when I told her I was moving she was ecstatic. She had just lost her assistant and I needed a job. It was perfect. What’s a better job than getting to hang out with your best friend all day, everyday?

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Catch and Release

mcreyes week day three - f i r e f l ie s

Gabriel kept rewinding the footage, not believing what he was seeing. His heart ached inside of him each time he heard the bang! and saw his agent fall to the ground.

He rewinds the video again.

This time he won’t pull the trigger.

But Jesse McCree still stands behind Taylor while he’s in front of the bathroom sink. Jesse McCree still pulls the trigger. The mirror in front of them covers with blood and Taylor’s hollowed head bounces on the sink before his body stumbles to the ground. McCree sheathes Peacekeeper, washes the drops of blood that stain his face and walks away, hat hiding the devil’s eyes.

“Gabriel,” Jack’s soar voice gets him to stop pushing the button. “That’s enough. We need to act now.”

Gabriel frowns at Jack, tired old Jack who let a criminal in between his agents. Who let his own guard down and allowed McCree to sit at his table during lunch. The same McCree he has asked on a few Overwatch missions because he was fitting for a spot they needed to fill.

The same Jesse McCree Gabriel held hands during their winter walks. The ex-gang member Gabriel kissed when the sun woke up on the first day of summer. Jesse McCree, who kissed, caressed and bit every inch and secret spot on Gabriel’s body, who cured his aching bones after battles and sang lullabies to get Reyes to fall asleep during restless nights.

Gabriel gazes over the coffee table of his office, where a nice case is set. Inside, his two shotguns lay comfortable, like a brand new present every time he opens it.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Gabriel makes his way to Jesse’s room and plans to not stay long. He won’t linger on the memories they’ve shared between those walls, nor how his own scent is kept between the threats of Jesse’s sheets. When Gabriel slides his card and enters, he feels something is wrong before the lights turn on.

Jesse’s sand colored covers are gone, along with his smell. The drawers of his dresser are opened, what’s left are the dark pieces from Blackwatch uniforms, even his black cowboy hat Gabe gave him for missions remains on top of the dresser. There’s nothing Jesse about this room anymore, but the small chip on top of the nightstand with smeared blood and Jesse’s ID.

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Together in Paris

A Percabeth fic inspired by the movie Anastasia. I’m not 100% happy with the title, it might be changed in the future. But anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The Beginning

Poseidon’s palace was the most beautiful building in the entire country of Greece, so of course it was the first place Annabeth went when she ran away from home. So what if it was the ultimate symbol of power for her mother’s sworn enemy? So what if she’d probably be murdered if they ever found out her true identity? Annabeth was drawn to the place, pulled by an invisible rope that weaved around her wrist, her ribs, her very heart, coiled tight and dragged her in. She belonged in that beautiful building. She didn’t know why, but she was a smart girl: she’d figure it out.

The staff took pity on her. Unwilling to turn away a seven year old girl who had appeared on their doorstep in her pyjamas and claimed to be an orphan, they put her to work. Annabeth didn’t mind the labour. Mostly she was grateful that she had something to keep her busy, and her job as a maid meant that she got to spend her days admiring the impressive architecture of the palace. Once her chores were done she liked to wander, craning her head back to peer at the towering gables in the roof, the floor-to-ceiling windows and the amazingly life-like portraiture that decorated the walls. 

And after all that, she liked to read. The palace had an extensive library, but no one else that lived there seemed to make much use of it; but Annabeth didn’t need to worry about being discovered there anyway. There was a secret compartment, in the very back left hand corner of the room, that could only be accessed by sliding open a panel in what appeared to be a solid wall. Annabeth had discovered it by accident in her first week at the palace, when she was dusting one of the busts and slipped, knocking the panel slightly loose. It was now one of her favourite places: her own secret space, where no one could find her. 

She was in there one day, reading a thick tome on the history of the palace, when she heard the library door shut with a soft thud, followed by a boy declaring, “Yes, this is perfect. Chiron will never think to look for me in here, and I won’t have to do the Latin exam after all!”

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Reckless - Part 7

Part 7/?

Characters: AJ Styles, OFC, Baron Corbin

Summary: The newest woman on the roster finds herself making waves she never intended to, with men that are both off-limits to her.

Warnings: Sexual content

Previously: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Check out the Master List

Tag Squad:  @llowkeys | @the-geekgoddes | @horcruxhunter5972 | @zombiexbody | @imtoldimbabe | @vebner37 |  @nickysmum1909 | @taryndibiase | @justtrey19 | @alexahood21 | @lunaticqueen7 | @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues | @styl3sl0v3r | @kingslayers-angel | @womderland-fandom | @blondekel77 | @florenceivy | @lonewolfgirl17 | @florenceivy | @meghanannexx | @skrillexslays13

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hold me down (daddy issues ch. 2)

Originally posted by i-can-see-the-stars-from-america

isaac makes pancakes. naomi and theo get “acquainted.” derek goes too far. (slight non-con/rape, mentions of abuse)

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Palimpsest (autistic!12th Doctor fanfic)

TITLE: Palimpsest
SUMMARY: Disability does not equal tragedy, and love is a promise that endures beyond missing memories. (Set after the episode ‘Oxygen’. Blind!autistic!12th Doctor, Whouffaldi)
GENRE: Angst / Hurt-Comfort / Humor
PAIRING: Whouffaldi (Wait for it…trust me.)
FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12493583/1/Palimpsest
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10938483 (Whouffaldi Forever)
and also under the Tumblr cut
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Unsanitary moments, food, graphic description of suffocation in a vacuum, eye scream, body horror.

I wanted to play around with blind!12 using a mobility device and being independent. The Doctor losing his sight doesn’t have to be tragic and I don’t think he would see it as such. 

This story is an acknowledgement of Face the Raven from the Doctor’s POV, and it’s meant to point towards Every Love Story. That makes it kinda-sorta an AU, yet I wrote it with a “could be canon if you squint” mindset. 

Bring tissues, you might need them. Allons-y! 

[Still image from the Doctor Who episode Hell Bent. Taken from inside an old-fashioned diner. There is a juke box and red booths on the left-hand side of the photo. On the right-hand side are red stools, the counter, a drink machine and other diner-type knick knacks. The 12th Doctor is outside the glass doors, poised to step inside. He’s carrying his electric guitar and wearing his sonic sunglasses.]

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Personal Assistant

Request: “Hey I totally your writing and wanted to request something; could you do something where like the reader is really oblivious to Kylo’s flirting and how he gets really turned on around her and one day he asks her to put something else on because all she’s issued in her position is a black skirt and a tight white button up and she’s confused saying that’s her uniform and just include like smutty banter and reader accidentally rubbing up on Kylo and bending over in front of him thanks heaps xx”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2369

Warnings: SMUTTTT

Kylo brought a hand through his thick locks, groaning as the numbers appeared on top of the console.

“(Y/n)!” He yelled out. You popped your head through the door. You, his personal assistant for 4 months now, had been nothing but a godsend. He smirked as you casually approached, trying to contain his giddiness.

“Yes?” you asked.

“Come here.”

You walked over, arms still full of data spreadsheets that had to be analysed.

“Why does this look wrong to me?” He asked, pointing at a certain outlier in the set of numerical code.

“Because it is wrong.” You sighed, placing your bundle of sheets into Kylo’s lap. You leant in front of him, typing away at the buttons on the expansive panel. Kylo watched your expert fingers fix the broken code which he had created as an excuse to get you in here. He let his eyes wander as usual, landing on the round ass that was conveniently pushed out. He bit his lip, his gaze sweeping over your sweet curves, begging to be touched.

“There! It’s fixed.” You beamed smugly, turning to the man who had turned a light shade of pink. “You alright?”

“I’m more than alright, (Y/n).” He replied, a small smile tugging his lips. “Thank you.” He added, referring to the screen above the console.

“No problem.” You collected the many papers that you had placed in his lap, your hand just lightly passing over his crotch. Kylo stiffened, but you didn’t notice, you were already walking out the door.

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Behind The Story – Pt. 10 (JIB Special)

Summary: The reader is Jensen’s girlfriend (fiancé) and also a cast member of the show. Part II of JIB special of them having a great time at JIBCon.

Author: deanwinchester-af

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 2.4k+

Warnings: Fluff.

Beta: @waywardlullabies


A/N: Thanks for the good feedback on the twitter updates I will keep doing more of those. It was so fun for me to write this part and hope you guys find it funny too, feedback is always appreciated it ♥


Parts:  01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09

The interesting conversation about this new social media called Snapchat between you, Jared, Gen and Mark got interrupted by the staff. She announced that it was almost time for your panel with Jensen. You already had a solo panel, photo ops and signed autographs, as always everyone was very kind and sweet to you. Even one fan brought you butter cookies you’ve been craving like crazy.

Excusing yourself out of the conversation, you followed the woman as you got followed by bodyguards. You giggled at the sound of Jensen’s laugh through his mic as you walked to the panel area. Jensen is currently doing his panel with Misha, which by the sound of the fans shouts and laughs, tell everyone they’re having one hell of a good time.

Your eyes landed on Jensen who dropped to the floor as he laughed his ass off. You reached the DJ’s station, asking for him to play the song Light It Up because you were going to crash this panel in a creative way. He grinned and quickly look for the song in his Mac, a couple minutes  passed when he rose his thumbs up, you took that as your cue to crash the Cockles (as the fan call it) panel.

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Downfall [05]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,846

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18

“Why don’t you take it easy for the rest of the day.”

Jin looks over from his computer, where he spent the last half hour jotting down all the information you recited to him about your two most recent and successful missions.

You lift yourself off of the couch in the middle of the office and take a few seconds to stretch out your tired limbs. It’s well past noon now, which explains the growing pang in your stomach reminding you that you haven’t eaten since yesterday evening. You make a mental note to head down to the café to get some sustenance before proceeding to do anything else.

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: Rob/Rich/Reader
Word Count: 5,357
Warnings: angst, yelling, smut, fluffy, threesome, little kink, men kissing
Authors: Sam
Request: Anonymous - could you do a Rob/Rich/Reader fic?
A/N: I absolutely loved writing this. It was so interesting. I need to throw this out there now that I threw in some kisses between Rob and Rich. I’m sorry if that offends anyone, but I’m NOT against LGBTQ and so on. I support that community and see absolutely nothing wrong with it. Love who you love. Be who you are.

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