I don't know why I love this fic so much ok i just do

anonymous asked:

IF they're going to animate the uprising arc one day. They're gonna draw the tiny part where Levi sits on Eren's bed right? I hope they don't make him sit nowhere else.

Oh, they better not change that! It’s one of my favorite moments.

It takes place after a long (and hilarious) day of experiments. Eren transforms several times until he reaches his limit, and then he sleeps for a whole day. When he wakes up, Levi is sitting on his bed. It doesn’t last much, because during the conversation Levi turns around, and goes to sit on the other bed, so he can speak to him face to face. But hey, it did happen!

This scene is also a favorite of mine because it contains one of the best Levi moments, too. He starts explaining how bad it is that Eren couldn’t harden, and that they were dissapointed because of it, and when Mikasa tries to defend Eren, Levi says this:

He’s not saying it’s Eren’s fault, he’s just being an asshole because he thinks complaining about it it’s a necessary step. Well, we know Levi’s not always the best at communicating :P.

Thankfully, Hange is there to help:

Was he actually trying to cheer him up the whole time…? Good job Levi… haha.

I would be upset if they change all of this when animated, of course. Honestly, I already wasn’t ok with the changes on episode 28 (especially because we barely have scenes with them together this season, so it stings more because of that).

Also this moment was very loved by the fandom, I remember people writing fics and headcanons, about Levi being there the whole night, taking care of him, just waiting for him to wake up… (〃ω〃).

But well, we can’t know what the anime team will do. I can’t say for sure that they won’t change anything, because it’s happened before with other characters (if I remember correctly, Armin was sitting on Eren’s bed in another scene in the manga, and this was removed in the anime). 

But right now I don’t see any particular reason why they would need to change this scene, so for the moment I will keep being hopeful, and looking forward to seeing Levi sitting on Eren’s bed in animated form one day ♡.

anotherscreamingfangirl  asked:

i just love the idea of gardening!derek. it started out bc he needed to know about aconite and healing herbs but now all he wants to do is grow gorgeous sprawling gardens. he finds it soothing and rewarding to tend his plants and watch them grow. :)

This is a perfect headcanon, I am so completely on board with this concept.

I’ve always been in love with the idea of baking!Derek or woodworking!Derek because he just seems like the kind of person who would be so soothed by that kind of activity. Like working out (which Derek has been shown to use as a coping mechanism) these are straightforward physical tasks requiring little mental effort, which is honestly just so great for pushing through certain forms of depression.

And gardening is another hobby that fits right into that. It’s the kind of quiet and straightforward activity that you can see a positive result from, but it’s also low pressure: if you bake some bread and it doesn’t rise right, if a particular flower dies or weeds creep in… it’s not the end of the world. It’s a place Derek can screw up without worry about lives on the line, but it’s also something that can produce something positive and beautiful that he can be proud of, that he can look out into his yard and feel this bright, warm feeling blossom inside him over. That he did something good, he made that. And maybe it’s a silly thing, small and insignificant in the grand scheme, but it makes him happy. Makes him feel like he’s getting a little bit of control back in his world.

And now I imagine Stiles being the one to get him started on it. Just showing up at the loft one day with a simple little spider plant dangling awkwardly in one hand, saying it’s a housewarming or whatever, the place looks too empty and hey, no big deal if you kill it ‘cause I got it for like five bucks and Derek aims a sarcastic smirk at the implication but when Stiles leaves the plant is sitting at the corner of his table. And Derek ignores it determinedly for a day or so on principle before he ends up pouring a little water out of the glass he’s drinking from into it because why not, right? It’s not like it’s actually a hassle to water the thing once a day. Just as easy to keep it alive as not.

Except, Derek wonders a few days later, squinting to see if the thing seems a little yellow at the tips, is he supposed to water a plant like this every day? Is he drowning it? Is it getting enough sunlight, or… whatever else plants need? Which is how Derek finds himself at the local gardening store, fists stuffed into the pockets of his his black leather jacket, asking the startled looking salesman a series of clipped questions on how to care for spider plants.

It’s a couple months before Stiles shows up with another plant (because the first one seems lonely) and then before he knows it, Derek’s racking up a collection. The long table in front of his window becomes a veritable flower bed, out of place but strangely homey at the heart of the sparse loft.

Derek doesn’t actually buy any of his own plants until he moves, over to a little cottage on the outskirts of town. It edges the preserve, not the way the Hale house had but close, and the small space is comfortable and pleasant in a place the echoed warzone of the loft never could be. It lets him patrol for trouble more easily, he tells the pack… and then once they’re gone, in the quiet where only the plants can hear him, admits that he likes it there.

But the yard is sparse, even when he transfers the majority of the plants (the ones that would survive outside, anyway) to the garden, so a few days after he’s moved in he finds himself back from the gardening store, car bed packed with shovels and trowels, ferns and groundcover, and a few carefully chosen bright flowers.

He finds himself out there often. When he’s stressed or the loneliness twists too deep in his gut, when harsh memories push him too close to dark dreams. There’s always something to do: weeding, watering, trimming, landscaping. It’s soothing, somehow, watching the yard develop. Feeling the odd burst of pride when a bud blooms, or when the little edging wall he’d made from scavenged rocks in the preserve comes out just barely lopsided. When it starts to look like a home.

And when Stiles appears at the edge of his yard, a half-hour early for a pack meeting, to find Derek on his knees in the dirt, carefully coaxing a bunny-bitten geranium upright in the earth.

“See Spiderplant’s doing ok.”

Derek glances up, follows Stiles’ gaze out to the cluster of grasslike plants lining the flowerbed leading into the preserve. 

“That’s the runners. The original’s…” on my nightstand, he doesn’t say. It feels like that might say too much. He lets the words hang, goes back to carefully patting dirt down. Stiles is quiet for a few beats, though Derek can hear him moving around the edges of the garden, taking it in. No one’s been back here before, and a part of Derek tightens up at the intrusion. Like Stiles –– clever mind and quick tongue –– might see something in this space to take away the haven Derek’s made here.

But when he finally pushes himself up, brushing dirt from his knees with dirty palms, Stiles is watching him with eyes that remind him of how he looks at the garden.

“It looks good,” Stiles says, and he’s not looking at the flowers.

Derek doesn’t look away for a long moment and then glances down, a faint smile playing over his lips.

“It looks good,” he echoes, because it does. And he’d made that. Something that isn’t broken. And maybe that means he isn’t broken too.

anonymous asked:

Hello~ I was reading your ask about fic recs centering around powerful Magnus, and you mentioned how some fics don't have Magnus as "a character in his own right," so I was wondering if you have any tips/general advice on what writers like myself should keep in mind when writing Magnus? Like Dos/Don't and which stereotypes to be careful of/avoid? (I figured I'd ask you since you love Magnus very much and i'm always scared of accidentally writing magnus as lesser, if that makes sense?) Thanks!

This is a good question! I should clarify that I’m not suggesting people shouldn’t write Alec-centric stories because obviously if you have a shorter story there maybe just isn’t room to explore another character. That’s totally fine and everyone has a certain character they identify with more. So that isn’t really what I mean when I call Magnus a prop. It’s more like there are certain trends I see in not just writing, but also meta and headcanons, that strikes me as problematic. For example:

Magnus the Waiting Waifu

Wherein he’s waiting for Alec to come home or call him or generally just existing only to be available instantly Alec. Magnus is the High Warlock, guys. He’s got better things to do. Between being the High Warlock and the Head of the Institute, Magnus and Alec probably have to fight tooth and nail to get time to spend together. I’d like to see more of this. I’d like to see Magnus waking up early to squeeze in a goodbye kiss before Alec leaves. I’d like to see Alec duck out between a hunt to bring Magnus coffee as he’s on his way to meet a client.

Like, there’s a ton of fics about Alec falling asleep on Magnus after coming home late, but few about the opposite even though in CoLS, it’s stated that Alec has trouble pulling Magnus away from his work and that it’s Alec who actually winds up going to bed alone on some nights. Speaking of which:

Magnus the Always Ready for Sex Bisexual

Magnus has hedonistic tendencies, but let’s not make it like he’s just ready to go at all times or that he’s always the one initiating between them. Sometimes he’s got other shit on his mind. Seriously, in the same scene in CoLS, Alec practically had his hands down Magnus’s pants and Magnus was literally like “Yeah ok maybe in 5 min.” 

Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind.

“Come on,” Alec said against Magnus’s ear. “It’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

Magnus bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder at the papers on the table, his gaze fixed on ancient syllables in forgotten languages. “Why don’t you go on ahead?” he said. “I’ll join you—five minutes.”

“Sure.” Alec straightened up, knowing that when Magnus was deep in his studies, five minutes could easily become five hours. “I’ll see you there.”

It’s suggested this isn’t even a rare occurrence. Alec seems to know this trait of his after dating him only a few months.

Magnus the Unconditionally Supportive Boyfriend

Magnus is very patient and understanding with Alec. He’s kind, and as a whole he wants to see the right thing done. This is canon. But Magnus can also be petty and bitter and cynical. Sometimes he stirs shit just because he can and it amuses him (1.12, taking digs about Jace and Clary being siblings). This does not make him a bad person. I think it’s important to remember because while white characters tend to be allowed their flaws, POC are required to go above and beyond. Their mistakes are often less forgivable, blotting out any hint of good they otherwise have. So people either dismiss the character altogether or, if they like them enough, then the MOC is often rendered as Very Pure and his flaws completely ignored even if they may be addressed in canon as if acknowledging said flaws automatically ruins the character and makes them Bad rather than human. (This is just the other side of the same coin regarding what fandom does to white characters where their terrible deeds are acknowledged but woobified and excused and made totally okay.)

For instance, as early as 1.02, when Magnus chose to rescue his warlocks and leave Dot behind/ignore Clary’s need for help, there was bit of an outcry from fandom about how “Magnus would never do that.“ As if the entire fandom forgot moments in book canon where Magnus basically slammed the door in Jocelyn’s face when she came to him for help (Tessa had to convince him) or where he manipulated Clary into finding and giving him the Book of the White.

Magnus is 400 years old. He’s complex, occasionally ruthless, and has an exceptionally sharp tongue. Sometimes he projects his feelings. Sometimes his desire for self-preservation overrules his compassion. Sometimes he has his own agenda that takes precedent over other people. And yes, this includes Alec. (See 1.09 where he helps steal the cup.) Magnus’s priorities and self-interests being in conflict with Alec is not him being a bad boyfriend. It makes him a person and part of a growing relationship is two people navigating and making compromises. I’d like to see more people explore this rather than just constantly making Magnus Alec’s cheerleader.

Anyway, that’s the general gist of it. I have read good meta and fanfic, but there’s definitely a trend that can be seen, though this is really something that applies to all fandoms.

dan and phil play yasuhati don't stop eighth note: a summary

danandphilgames sad musical notes

47 seconds in and dan is already getting his daily fix of phil staring in

seriously look at that smile

dan mate there’s a camera in front of you how about smiling at us

he’s transfixed

oh no he just acknowledged the camera for a second it’s fine

back to staring at phil

oh now phil’s staring back at him

is this softcore porn

phil is giving some serious hand porn that i know for sure

dan has no time for the slow motion ‘dan vs phil’ meme

“all i know is that’s cute” if you close your eyes it’s easy to imagine dan saying that and pointing at phil

“don’t nose it” “i’ve nosed it”

“you’ve just got the tape on your nose, it’s going to have phil pore dust all over the tape now” “there’s no dust on my pores!” better comebacks phil better comebacks

they’ve just started the game and i already feel sorry for their neighbours

no wonder the dog wondered into their flat it probably thinks they’re in trouble all the bloody time

dan saying literally,,, it’s been a while

whispering oh is this doing anything for you asmr loving folk do you have a nice satisfying tingle

dan’s first attempt and he kills the character wow symbolic

seriously i feel really sorry for the neighbours

forget the lady that’s always having sex in the apartment below she probably thinks dnp like it rough every day holy shit

why is phil so vocal like dan’s high pitches are to be expected but,,,,,, deep voice phil please stick around

“imagine being sat next to a train and someone was just playing this next to you”

dan called him out on it

“thomat the tank engine”

suggestive thomas the tank engine edits ok i wonder who edited this vid the mind truly boggles

“i love thomat the tank engine” yes phil drag him to the pits of hell

dan can’t handle being called out can he

why are they just saying oh

“i’d like to see your failure” i love phil

“i’ve got a tickly voicebox”

see i’m glad i had time to prepare for dan’s piercing scream this time

“our neighbours are going to call the police” i think your neighbours are going to call a counsellor

watch phil as dan moves the character along he’s so invested and so animated

he wants dan to succeed you can see it in his eyes

“this is so tense” he acknowledges the camera before going back into supportive bf mode

i feel like dan should tackle opera he has the voice volume capacity

rip headphone users

phil makes sure to tell us dan has hit 100

“everything’s fine” dan says after deafening more than half of his audience

phil is still very much in supportive bf mode

“i’m the freaking best at this and i was trying to be mildly entertaining” deafening me is not entertaining dan this is why i make you the asshole in fics

“you could do this as an olympic sport” see, supportive bf phil vocalises himself

“watch out lads, watch out girls, watch out musical notes. philly’s in town and he’s got a great set of lungs”

phil’s noises are,,,,,,,, really something

those poor poor neighbours

dan’s calm voice is weird i think because it’s so unused (hint hint nudge nudge danny boy)

“don’t be so loud all the time” dan how dare u

ok phil’s noises are either sex noises or the noises of a dying corpse i’m

is dan crying

“you don’t have to scream, phil” again dan how dare u

dan stop staring

you get those noises on a regular basis let us have this

i mean what

um

the noises suddenly turn distinctly sexual

dan is cringing he doesn’t like to share

“the neighbours are going to think this is really weird” if they’re not already used to it i’ll eat a shoe

oh my god phil are these noises just in the back of your throat

dan stifling his laugh is adorable

up goes the hand

his other hand is suspiciously out of shot

that was a joke

“this is so much harder than yours!” who needs context

i swear if you listen to this video with your eyes closed you’ll interpret it very differently

dan’s little glances i’m

dan stop trying to sabotage him nobody wants your rendition of walking in the air

still loving this angle of phil tho ngl

dan’s face is priceless

“what the fuck is this game” honestly dan a smut writer’s wet dream is what it is

phil’s gorilla impression ok not going to question anything by this point

seriously dan stop trying to sabotage

phil didn’t react to the word vagina

“yes YES! i’ve done it! i’ve done it!”

i would pay to be a fly on the wall in their neighbours’ flat

“i wanted to win so much- oh i died”

“have you just lost your voice?” dan would know tbf

eye contact

“it’s about like…. projecting” again, dan would know

“i thought you’d have learnt this from tatinof” well, what happens on tour stays on tour lads

this game and this video are something else

“oh my god we’re going to get kicked out”

dan throws down the all or nothing gauntlet like the sore loser he is

“phil you need to see my plan” is that what the kids are calling it these days

also why has dan suddenly started enunciating more

oh my god are they actually going to sing

i’ve been praying for a sing it gaming vid for so fucking long

please don’t make it a joke i seriously need this

of course dan makes phil sing their own song

#buytheinternetishereonitunes

this reminds me of the speech jammer challenge

dan can’t speak for laughing this is my aesthetic

that was set up for failure i’m sorry honey

go on phil set him up to fail too

“that was the funniest thing of my entire life”

oh dan’s picking for himself i can’t help but feel this is a little biased

did he do pouty lips and wide eyes

i bet he did pouty lips and wide eyes

oh fuck he’s actually doing this isn’t he

strap yourselves in kids it’s like internet takeover never ended

dan fucked himself over oh no what a shame

the universe doesn’t like cheaters soz about it

pouty baby throws a tantrum, kills desk,,, innocent supportive bf laughs in the corner

look at those meaty arms as he raises them in victory

“well that was something, that was an experience” you’re telling me, phil, you’re telling me

“the game’s over, phil” sore loser dan doesn’t want to be here anymore

dan says hi to google overlord

they might do it again

“it’s not going to be good dan and phil singing, if that’s what you’re looking for” oh COME ON what do i have to do to get a singing game

naturally phil suggests toxic

“i’m so sorry to your ears” thanks dan but i think that would’ve been a good disclaimer to have at the beginning

danisveryLOUD (tru)

ASHOUTINGPHIL (amoaningphil more like)

inloveamateursatbest  asked:

i feel like this is hella specific while still being incredibly vague as a prompt but i believe in u: how about rob is upset about something (your choice) and trying his damnedest to hide it as usual, and liv cheers him up without even realising she's doing it? bonus points if aaron does notice but actually thinks that is the most effective way of cheering up rob <33

Liv raised an eyebrow as she looked at Robert hunched over on the couch, staring blankly at the television. It was late enough on Saturday morning, late enough for it to be strange that Robert was still in his pyjamas, the ridiculous Star Wars patterned trousers she’d bought him last Christmas paired with a hoodie of Aaron’s she was prone to stealing herself.

Spreading some more chocolate spread on the pile of toast she’d made herself, Liv picked up her cup of tea, padding across the kitchen to join Robert on the couch, plonking herself down beside him unceremoniously.

“Why are you watching the news?” Liv rolled her eyes, dumping her plate and mug down on the coffee table, half expecting Robert’s usual lecture about getting a coaster.

Robert shrugged, glancing at the television. “Wanted to see if the world had ended yet,” he quipped, gesturing at the news story about Trump.

Liv rolled her eyes, grabbing the control and turning Netflix on, flicking through the shows they’d been watching. She and Robert had been working their way through American Horror Story, Aaron not one bit interested in watching it with them.

“Have you been watching it without me?” Liv asked, suspicious. She could have sworn they’d only been on season three, but Netflix was telling her otherwise.

Robert shook his head. “I think we both fell asleep the other week when we were watching it,” he admitted, leaning back in his seat, the sleeves of Aaron’s hoodie tugged down around his wrists. “Bit gorey for this hour of the morning though, innit?”

Liv rolled her eyes. “What do you want to watch then?”

Robert reached across for the control, flicking through the options on Netflix before he came to an unfamiliar title. “Fawlty Towers,” he grinned, as if Liv should know what that was. “We used to watch this all the time growing up. It aired in like the 1970s, and they only ever made twelve episodes, but it’s the best.”

“The 70s? Jesus, Robert, how old are you?”

Robert rolled his eyes, shoving at her side. “I’m not that old, cheeky. It’s a classic, you’ll love it.”

Liv settled back on the couch, offering Robert a slice of toast before she spoke. “If I don’t, I’m making you watch all of Stranger Things from the beginning again.”

“For the third time?” Robert raised an eyebrow. First time around, the three of them had watched it together, and Liv had then roped Robert into watching it all again, knowing Aaron had little interest.

Liv grinned, confirming his suspicions. “For the third time.”




It was hours later when Aaron finally got home, and they’d managed to work their way through ten of the twelve episodes, half eaten pizza scattered across the coffee table, Liv sitting with an ice cream tub in hand.

Robert was as much of a slob as she was, when he wanted to be, ordering them in a feast from Dominos and trekking to David’s to get in some ice cream and crisps. It was the best kind of day, and Aaron arriving home only made it all the better.

“Hiya,” Aaron greeted, kicking his boots off at the door. “Have you two been lazing in here all day?” he inquired, padding across the room in his socks to drop a kiss to Robert’s chocolate covered lips.

Liv did her usual of pretending like they were disgusting her, but in actuality, she loved days like these, when nothing in the world had gone wrong, and the three of them were just happy.

A happy family.

“I need to piss,” Robert mumbled, Liv wrinkling her nose at his admission.

“Gross, go away.” Liv kicked at Robert with her slippered foot, Aaron snorting as his husband stumbled slightly, his knees cracking as he eased himself up off the couch. “Boys are disgusting.”

“Yeah, they are.” Aaron agreed, sitting down next to her on the couch, stealing a spoonful of the ice cream, reaching for some of the leftover pizza as he ate. “How’s he been today?”

Liv raised an eyebrow. “He’s been brilliant, we’ve been watching some old show he used to watch with his family all day,” she shrugged, wondering why Aaron would even need to ask.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. “So he’s been fine, all day?”

“Yeah, why?”

Aaron tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. “You’re a star, you know that?” he said, a bright smile on his face. He genuinely looked proud of her, as if she’d done something other than slob about in her pyjamas all day long, eating junk food and watching telly.

“Why are you being so weird?” Liv asked, not protesting the cuddle Aaron was giving her. He was her big brother, after all.

“It’s his mum’s anniversary today,” Aaron admitted, glancing toward the bathroom, checking if Robert was on his way back. “He finds it really tough, and I was worried about him being alone today.”

Liv didn’t know much about Robert and his family, just enough to know his parents were both dead, that he’d lost his mum in tragic circumstances - she’d been a good mum, as well, judging by how Robert would talk about her sometimes, briefly mentioning something she’d do, or cook, a soft, sad smile on his face.

“I didn’t know,” Liv said quietly, glancing at the paused screen. She’d been happy to indulge Robert and watch all of Fawlty Towers with him when she realised just how genuinely funny it was, Robert quoting every character as though he’d watched it a million times over himself.

“Did a stand up job either way,” Aaron beamed at her, munching his way through his slice of pizza.

Liv couldn’t help feeling a little bit proud of herself. Robert had been a rock for her for a long time now, sorting her problems and getting her place back at school, making sure she was getting on alright.

She’d never really thought about how she’d ever be able to help him, return the favour.

But she had, and without knowing, too.

Liv grinned, scooping out the last of the ice cream, the chocolatey mixture mostly melted now, chunks of cookie dough floating in the soupy dregs left in the tub. “Well, he’s my brother too, had to look out for him, didn’t I?”

I love you too Cas

12.12 “Stuck in the Middle with You” Coda

The blinding light that had surrounded Cas moments ago slowly dimmed down to a level that wouldn’t burn their damn eyes out, before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a confused, but blessedly healed, Angel of the Lord sitting on the ratty ass couch. Cas turned to Dean, looking as shocked as he had felt, before turning to stare at something behind the hunter. That something turned out to be Crowley, as he was holding the Lance, or the top part of it anyway, running his fingers over the now relatively harmless spear head. Apparently he had broken the Lance while they had their backs turned when Cas started spazzing out, black goo that looked eerily similar to the crap that came out of him during the Leviathan fiasco, effectively breaking whatever spell that was killing Cas and allowed him to finally be able to heal himself.

They all turned to him, bewildered, but Crowley just looked at us, a look of indifference on his face. “You’re welcome” was all the King of Hell said before he dropped the spear head and left, ever the drama queen. He looked around and saw that mom and Sam looked just as confused and relieved as he did, though Sam was looking rather proud and mom looked like she was wondering how in the hell (no pun intended) a demon could do something so selfless, so human, and so out of character like saving an angel’s life.  

But none of that mattered, not when Cas was safe, healed, alive. Sure his clothes were still bloody, they’ll get him some clean ones as soon as they get to the bunker and burn the bloodied ones because he did NOT want to see the evidence of Cas’ closest and almost final brush with death for a second longer than necessary, and still weak from the amount of grace that had to have been used to heal himself, but he was alive. That didn’t stop the worry and fear that had taken hold of Dean when Crowley said that there was no cure for this one, Billie’s warning of ‘consequences of the cosmic scale’ still ringing in his ears and hammering about in his skull as he and Sammy reach out to haul Cas up to his feet. And if he held on a little longer to Cas’ hand and squeezed a little tighter than necessary, then who could blame him? He almost lost his best friend, he had a right to indulge in his need to be clingy, even if it was for like a second.  

But that fear and worry had abated, for just a moment, when Cas turned to him, blue eyes slightly widened in shock, but with an underlying sense of apprehension. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights and for a moment Dean couldn’t understand why, before what would have been his last words to them came crashing through like a frieght train

“I love you… I love all of you”

Cas might have tried to save himself by attempting to clarify that his love was equal for us all, but even Dean, the most emotionally constipated human ever, could tell that that first ‘I love you’ was directed at him. Cas loved him.

Wait

Cas loved him?

Why would he love him? Why would he, an Angel of the freakin LORD love him, a hairless ape that has caused him nothing but grief since the moment they met. The mud monkey that had gotten him killed Chuck knew how many times, had cost him his family upstairs, his wings, his grace, everything? It just didn’t make any sense. Cas should love someone who could take care of him, and he wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, people didn’t look at guys like him and think ‘that’s them, that’s the person i want to spend the rest of my life with. That’s the one.’  He never had had a good track record with long term relationships, Lisa had been his longest and even then it was rocky and wasn’t long before it all went to hell in a hand basket. He didn’t think he could be the kind of boyfriend Cas deserved, the kind he wanted to be for him, but if tonight, of all the other times they had lost or almost lost each other, had finally taught him anything, it was that life was too short for doubts and hesitation and you never knew when your time would come (for good). He was done burying his feelings.

He turned to Sammy, giving him a look that he hoped his brother understood, before addressing him and mom, “You two go on ahead in mom’s car, me and Cas will take Baby after we clean up here, don’t want the LEO’s to find the Lance, depowered or not.”

Thankfully his giant moose of a brother understood, grabbing ahold of mom while heading to the door, giving her a toned down Bitch Face #14 when she went to protest and pull away, “Sure man, you guys be careful though. I’ll get something for all of us to eat on the way to the bunker. And Cas, I’m glad you’re ok man.” Was all he said before he dragged mom out of there and to the car, not before discreetly throwing a eyebrow wiggle his older brothers way, the bitch.

Dean breathed out a sigh of relief as the door closed, he waited till he heard mom’s car start and leave before turning to look at the angel beside him. Cas looked confused, if a bit pleased. It was then that Dean realised that his hand had migrated to the angels back during his epiphany earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much. It felt nice, the warmth of Cas’ back seeping into his hand, the surprising softness of that damn trench coat he always insisted on wearing. He was closer than Dean remember him being a few moment ago, staring at him with wonder, with no little bit of hope just shining through those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“Dean?” He asked, as if he was afraid that this was all a dream. And quite honestly Dean was having a hard time not thinking like that too.

Dean smiled slightly, eyes raking over his entire form, making sure that he was completely healed, reassuring himself that he was really alright, before moving his other hand to cup his angels cheek. Cas turned slightly into the touch, a soft smile blooming across his face.

It was then that Dean’s eyes started to burn slightly, the full gravity of what almost happened tonight, what he almost lost, finally register with him. He pulled Cas towards himself till he was flush against his body, holding him tightly. Cas looked at Dean, worried and but happy, before he brought his arms up, his left going around his waist and his right buried in the hair on the back of his head. Dean cleared his throat before looking him in the eye, thumb brushing away the stray tear that had escaped the angel’s eyes.

“Cas… I love you too.” Was all he got out as the rest of what he was going to say got stuck in his throat, but that didn’t matter, because Cas knew, he understood all that he was trying to convey, if the blinding, watery smile was anything to go by. And beside, words were no longer need, not as he finally pulled him even closer, closing the rest of the distance between them, pressing his lips to the angel’s surprisingly soft ones in a gentle, chaste kiss. It was the first of many, if he had anything to say about it, because now there was no way he was going to ever let this go, ever let Cas go.

THE END

dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Winteriron soulmate wing fic AU where your soulmate has inverted wings to you and your first words to each-other are written on the inside of your wings? Like if Tony has primary gold and trim red, Bucky's would be primarily red with gold? (they don't have to be those colors that's just my example)

I’m not sure how this is going to turn out because, to be perfectly honest, I really struggle with soulmate AUs. It’s not an idea that resonates easily with me, but I kind of wanted to try as a personal challenge to myself. I’m also twisting some of this a bit in terms of what indicates a match. This is gonna have a lot of gratuitous talk about my thoughts on destiny and I am so sorry and you should just not read it.


Tony never did have the patience for philosophy. Well, not philosophy for philosophy’s sake anyway. As it applied to science? As it applied to morality? Important shit. People needed to think about the implications of what they did not only as it related to the present, but also as it related to those who would follow, those whose lives would be dictated by present-day choices. He liked that kind of thinking. It was where his brain functioned best.

But all the, all the fluff? Waste of time. He remembered the first time he told Steve he’d never put much stock in amorphous concepts like “soul” and “destiny” and the shock on Steve’s face.

“But, but you’ve…what about the patterning?”

“Genetics.”

“You stock it all up to strands of DNA?”

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anonymous asked:

AARG I don't know why I always found tickling from a distance ( the soulmate writing-on-skin, but also voodoo, magic/telepathic/tickles, etc.) really really attractive, but I love it. If the victim is in public and they feel soft touches all over and they have to pretend everything is fine even if it's nOT FINE THEY'RE DYING. If they know who it is they text them furiously threatening them with death but it only gets worst. And people arround asking "why are you smiling? What's so funny?" UUUGH

Anonymous said: BUT ALSO,the vicitm is in their house, or in any private room, and the ler is tickling them mercilessly from some other place, but probably watching somehow because it’s too good to see their s/o just rolling on the floor/bed laughing and begging and there is no need of bondage, no matter how much their run, squirm, or press on the spot that tickles it DOESN’T STOP THERE IS NO HELP and the lee has no way of knowing when and where the next attack will come omg I need more distance tickles fics…

OK BUT MAGIC/TELEPATHIC TICKLES THO!!!! just imagine the lee is somewhere in the house idk doing laundry or s/t and the ler gets home from work early but doesnt let their presence known, and they peek into the laundry room and see them just humming and going abt their work, and the ler just grins and uses their magic/telepathy/WHATEVER and starts gently tickling up their spine and the lee twitches and arches a bit before breaking down into giggles and the ler is just watching from the doorway while their lee falls apart and grips the washer for something to hold onto or else they’d crumple to the floor and eventually the lee turns and spots the ler in the door and they open their mouth to yell at them probably but the ler just uses this opportunity to tickle the lee harder and the lee just. dies omg

allez-argeiphontes  asked:

My eyes lit up when you mentioned Quaker post-WS Bucky... any headcanons you feel like sharing? I'm from a Quaker background and I feel it influences so much of my (and my family's) thinking but it's hard to articulate because the past two generations have been non-religious and haven't framed it that way. But their tolerance and non-violence definitely feels Quaker to the core. It's ok if you don't feel like sharing, I just don't come across many Quaker-identified ppl and you've made me think..

oh my god. So this is the ask of my dreams and I’m gonna get WAY in depth here because I have a lot of feelings.

first and foremost, I have to rec from winter, a boundless spring by @notcaycepollard because it features quaker!Bucky who is soft and gorgeous (just like the fic). Also, Vanessa is a member of Quaker Club along with me and @yawpkatsi and now you if you want to be!! Join us, we are small in numbers and (thanks to me and lisa) high in kinks. 

Second, I’m used to people not knowing what being a Quaker is all about, so I’m going to just provide a teeny bit of info. The Quaker religion, like many religions, is different everywhere you go. I grew up in the old, Philadelphian Quaker church. Rumor has it that the Californian Quakers even have guns. Quakers believe in non-violence and passivity to the point where it can actually be harmful. My mother used to tell me to ‘turn the other cheek’. I am just recently unlearning that but I still to this day have a problem watching/ being exposed to lots of violence (the marvel movies are about as hardcore as I can get). Quakers also never posses or own weapons of any kind, even child’s toys. As a child I was not allowed to even play with a water gun. 

So let’s bring post-WS Bucky into this. 

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I don’t usually cry

Request: You should do a Peter Parker/ reader fic where the reader is also a new avenger and they’re training together, but the girl is super dark and mysterious. idk she could have some dark secret or something, whatever you think is good.

Warnings: None

“Woah” I said as I stepped into the giant avengers tower.  It was much bigger than the tiny one person apartment I used to live in on my own. The black widow- Natasha, had one and recruited me from my very own apartment. Something about signing some papers.. I don’t know I wasn’t really paying attention, but the avengers are having some sort of battle, and I guess they wanted me because I’m one of the most highly trained assassins at HYDRA.. Or, I used to be. I’m only seventeen so I had my advantages at HYDRA for also being one of the youngest.

Third person POV.


We entered the room to see tony and vision sitting on the couch.

“guys this is Y/N, she used to work for Hydra-” Natasha stopped speaking when you looked up at her face sadly.“-She’s.. On our side” Natasha smiled at you.

you pulled your hair further in from of your face. You liked your hair, it made you feel hidden, more powerful as if nobody knew who you really where. If that makes any sense.
“Natasha why don’t you show Y/N, the training room”

“Good idea” Natasha showed you the Training room and you loved it. She even let you fight her a couple times. Of course, she wasn’t trying as hard as she could, but she had to admit, you were really good.

It wasn’t long after that, that tony entered the room with a boy around your age. You were trying to figure out who he was, until you saw him shooting a spiderweb out of his wrist.. Or at least, that was what it looked like.
“You’re spider-boy!” you shouted excitedly in his direction.

“Spider-man actually” he half mumbled quietly. You laughed at his need to correct you on that.

Peter looked at you for a good ten seconds, you where beautiful. Not that he could see your face that well through your hair, he suddenly felt a compulsive need to know everything about you, where did you come from? What was your power? Heck, he didn’t even know your name.
“This is Y/N Peter” tony pointed in your direction.

“Oh h-hi” he gave you a hopefully smile.

“Hi” you said so quietly that you didn’t even think anyone heard. But Peter smiled at you, so maybe he did.

The next morning you decided to go and train on your own, so you woke up early and headed toward the training room. When you entered the room you heard the sound of fists hitting a punching bag, and saw it was Peter.

“Oh hi Peter” you looked down. “Do you mind if train in here with you?”

“N-no not at all” He smiled and shoved his stuff over so you could out your bag down.

After a long awkward while you had decided to just fight each other. So you had a little conversation while you did so.

“So, Y/N, what school do you go to?”

“I don’t go to school” you dodged his punch.

“So.. Where do you live?“  he shot out a web towards you and you dodged it again.

"y'know, around”
Peter turned his head to the side and stopped for a moment, but then continued fighting. He’d never met anyone so mysterious… Secretive. But he was incredibly Intrigued.


The next morning, Peter came into the avengers kitchen to see Tony already there drinking coffee and looking deep In thought.

“Mr stark?” Peter cleared his throat. Tony jumped a little bit and then turned around.

“Oh, underoos what’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to ask you about y/n”

“Ah, nice kid… Considering her background and all”

“Background?” Peter was lost.

“Yeah Y'know, the whole ‘Working for HYDRA’ -Tony made quote marks with his hands- thing.”

“Y/N worked for HYDRA?” Peter was very surprised. He had always imagined everyone from HYDRA being completely evil, sure you had been kinda mysterious, but he never would have pegged you for one of the bad guys. Peter was lost in thought until someone cleared their throat.
He saw you sitting on the couch behind him. He haven’t noticed you before.You had a tear running down your cheek and your lip quivered when you made eye contact with him.

He walked over and sat down next to you, you put your head in his chest and started to cry.

“I’m sorry” You said between sniffles.

“Hey.. It’s OK. You’re different now” Peter smiled down at you.

“I know, it’s just…. I don’t usually cry”

HEYYYYY! I hope you liked it! I don’t know if its quite what you wanted but.. I think it was okay :)

I’m Currently only working on “Mystery girl Part four”.

ok so I can honestly just imagine pidge getting REALLY UPSET that shiro isn’t taking care of himself like

  • shiro gets sinus infections and shit pretTy often bc he’s got a huge lump of scar tissue hanging out in his nasal cavity, and the first time it happens with team voltron he tries to hide it until he FUCKING PASSES OUT LIKE A DINGUS
  • and he wakes up and everyone’s like FUCK SHIRO ARE YOU OK??? but pidge is just SC REA M ING “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY HURT SHIRO!!! WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST FUCKING P ASSE D O UT WH–”
    • hunks like “woah pidge chill” but pidge is just: (ง °`Д´°)ง
  • pidge makes shiro PROMISE that if he starts to feel sick again he HAS to tell them–and they tear up a little bit–and shiro’s just like OH GOD I’M SO SORRY PLS DON’T CRY I’M SORRY
    • and pidge is just: (ಥ﹏ಥ) “…ok”
  • so a few months pass and shiro DOES get sick again and he’s like “…shit I gotta tell them but I don’t want them to worry ahhhhhhh fuck”
  • so he DOES tell pidge but really downplays ALL of his symptoms and pidge side eyes him SO FUCKING HARD like
    • (¬ ¬) “…ok. I trust you shiro. but you GOTTA tell me if it gets worse, ok? like if you develop a fever. ok?” and shiro’s like yeah sure no problem
    • (but he’s ALREADY got a fever, like a JACKASS)
  • and later that day pidge calls him down to their workspace all “shiro I want to test the levels of brain wave compatibility between paladins and their lions to better understand blah blah blah you’re most connected to your lion blah blah let me put these things on your head”
    • shiro’s sick and spaced out so he’s like “uh sure, that’s fine”
    • but PSYCH it’s a fucking THERMOMETER and the screen lights up “102.47″ and pidge just SCREECHES
    • “I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE MORE SICK THAN YOU SAID SHIRO GOD DAMN IT!!! WHY WON’T YOU JUST TELL US–”
    • and shiro’s stunned and apologizing, but also chuckling cuz it’s funny how upset pidge is getting about a little cold and saying, “pidge, really, it’s not that big of a deal, I just didn’t want you to worry over nothing.”
    • and pidge stops screaming really suddenly, almost crying, still obviously furious, just staring at shiro in silence. then just shouts “HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO TRUST YOU?!” and storms off

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anonymous asked:

Hi, there is something I was wondering. Why shippers? No offense, just curious:). I personally think it’s just teasing friends or an act, but I do respect you. I just don’t understand why people seek proof, as if trying to prove their thesis, isn’t Samcait love life not our business? some were so mean towards mackenzie for no reason. Not denying, who knows, but why do people care to prove their probably inexistent couple? Thankfully you don't fall in the agressive shippers (nice blog btw) Thanks

Hi. I’m not sure exactly what you mean by aggressive shippers, but I guess thanks.

The shippers that I know and interact with would not leave the comments that I’ve seen on mm’s account. That being said I personally do not understand why people make any comments on her account. Do you think that by wishing her well on her vacation or stating that she makes a cute couple you will get something in return? I know as much about her as I do the person I pass on the sidewalk when I’m taking a walk. Why would I comment on her account? I cringe when I see people asking fans who met Sam or Cait questions. You don’t know these people, they are strangers.

Both Sam and Cait have shown that they are ok with respectful shipping. They both clearly love each other (whether romantic or platonic) and shippers see that and respond to that. It’s almost like we’re matchmakers. We can see how they are around each other and we want only the best for them. For them to be happy. Yes, shipping ideally shouldn’t be about being right or having to know. Unfortunately shippers have been met with a lot of hatred and people who want to undermine our beliefs. After being told we’re wrong or delusions for actual years, a bit of you wants to be right just to shut them up. I know it’s not the best look for shippers, but if people had just left us alone we wouldn’t be here.

But please remember all that shippers do. We fan girl like everyone else, maybe even harder. We run blogs with up-to-date information on filming and events. We create fan art and fan fics. We are active members of this community and if you hate us because we love love and just want the two leads to be happy, then maybe we’re not the right group for you to follow.

Friends in Accepting Places

Originally posted by amys-support-group

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’ll write this but could you possibly write about the reader coming out to the team about being nonbinary? I’m nonbinary and never really see anything with readers like that and I think it’d be great

Summary: Nonbinary!Reader comes out to teamiplier but they’re afraid of the team’s reaction. Spoiler alert: they don’t care what reader identifies as bc they still love them.

A/N: Hey friends, hope I did this correctly? I’ve never written a fic like this so I’m sorry if it’s bad. Thanks for the request though! Really made my morning when I saw the requests/notifications that the first two fics received! I even saw that the 2 other fics were among the top posts in the ‘markiplier x reader’ tag! Thanks so much for the love! Again, hope I did your request justice-I tried!

Also dammit  I really wish Tyler was in that gif bc it’s so cute.

Wordcount: 443, smol little blurb that took me 20 min to write oops

Requests are open! Request some more! Pls!

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Maybe Bars Aren’t So Bad

Summary: reader goes to a bar to get away from the fighting at her sister’s place and who might she meet there but Jensen Ackles. this is an AU where no one is famous and Jensen isn’t in any kind of relationship with the amazing Daneel.

Warnings: Smut, drinking, fighting(not Jensen),

Word count: ~1800

A/N: feedback would be greatly appreciated! I’m still iffy on my smut writing skills and its my first Jensen fic so i hope yall like it!

It was supposed to be a fun vacation to see my sister and her kids in Austin, but her ex-husband- or soon to be ex- showed up and the fighting started. We were all settled on the couch watching a movie that my nine-year-old niece wanted to watch, some Disney movie I think, when we heard a pounding on the front door of my sister’s apartment. She got up to open the door to show a very drunk ex-husband named Dylan. 

“Go away, Dylan. You’re drunk…as usual” she tried to close the door in his face. 

“No, please! don't shut me out! We can fix this!” When he started shouting I shooed the kids into my room, I knew it might get ugly and children shouldn’t have to hear their parents fighting. Once they were in there i closed the door and went back out to tell him to leave.

“Dylan. you need to choose a different time to do this. A time when your kids can’t hear you, that goes for both of you. But I’m not going to make y'all do anything. I’m going to put the movie on in my room and make it loud so that the kids can’t hear you guys. And then I’m going to go find a bar for a few hours. Get your shit together, guys. be adults.” I scolded.

“Oh, fuck off! You’re always trying to get in the middle! You can’t fix everything for her all the time! Just because you have no one doesn’t mean you need to make everyone else as miserable as you!” Dylan shouted at me. With that, I flipped him off and walked out the door, leaving them to shout at each other. 

I walked to the nearest bar and ordered a beer, I wanted to be there for a while and I wasn't looking to get shitfaced right away, I hated bars but it was better than being where the fighting was happening. 

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anonymous asked:

How the FUCK did I just now find this blog?... Anyways, I absolutely love ya. And I wanted to know if you could do a Fred Weasley smut? I'll leave it tp yoi to figure out the logistics. I'm not too picky. Sorry if you don't do the Weasley's it's just one of those days. *sigh*

You sat in your room surrounded by blankets crying. You clutched your pillow as hot, salty tears ran down your cheeks while long loud sobs emitted from your throat. You didn’t want to cry, but hurt feelings and more than a couple swigs of alcohol had left you a blubbering mess. The night hadn’t began like this. In fact, it was a fantastic night. You and all of your friends sat in the common room, firewiskey adding a fun element to the night, and laughs were shared among everyone. Everything went sour when a friend of yours decided to poke fun at you. At first the jokes were funny and lighthearted, but as the night wore on and tipsy turned to drunk the jokes became ruder, meaner, and plain insulting. By the time you had heard something sounding close to “fat” you got up. Tears were already falling down your face, but you didn’t care. Without even saying goodbye you rushed out of the room avoiding all of your friends’ pleas for you to stay. And that was how you ended up here, in your bed, crying. That is, until you heard a knock on your door. “Who is it?” you called out as your voice cracked pathetically, “It’s Fred. Can I come in?” your heart fluttered against your chest upon hearing his voice. You rapid wiped the tears off your cheeks hoping you didn’t look like a complete mess, “Come in.” Fred slowly opened the door, waking over to you with trepidation. He sat down beside you acting oddly calm, especially for him. “Are you alright?” he asked softly. You shook your head no taking a shaky breath to keep yourself from crying. Upon seeing this, Fred gripped you closely pulling you tight against his chest. You curled into him more holding onto him as if your life depended on it. Fred slowly rubbed your back and stayed silent. “It’s ok, dear. I’m here for you,” you pulled away staring into his eyes. Both of you slowly inched closer to each other, your faces only centimeters apart. Your noses brushed against each other briefly before he closed the distance between the two of you. The kiss was sweet, slow, and loving. “I love you,” you breathed out when the two of you pulled away from each other. Your heart stopped for a moment ‘Crap. I shouldn’t have said that. Why did I say that?“ you thought frantically before hearing an excited laugh from beside you. You turned to Fred, and your fear disappeared when you saw his face. A toothy grin stretched across his face, eyes shining with glee, as he pulled you into a tight hug, “I love you too, (Y/N).” Your heart melted. You turned his head to face you and kissed him deeply. The softness and sweetness of the last kiss was gone. This kiss was desperate, all of your raw emotions and slight drunkenness driving you to kiss Fred with everything you had. You straddled his lap and began to kiss down his neck. A soft groan left his mouth as you nipped at his collarbone. Fred quickly removed his shirt exposing his toned chest. You licked your lips as your hands ran down his chest and stomach. Relishing in the way his muscles rippled and flexed beneath your touch. “Your turn,” he stated with a boyish smirk as you pulled your top over your head. His hand rose to cup your breast through your bra squeezing lightly. You unclipped your bra and slid it off your chest, exposing yourself to him. He looked at you with complete adoration as he gently kissed you. The soft passion returned and for a moment you not sat together enjoying your kiss. Fred’s hands ran down from their places on your waist and slowly unbuttoned your pants. You quickly stood and removed your pants and panties while he removed his on the bed. With your last articles of clothing removed, you crawled back on to Fred’s lap positioning yourself above his erect member. You gently lowered yourself down on to him, pulling a gasp and low moan from his bruised lips. His hands ran along your body and stopped on your hips. He began to guide you up and down his member thrusting up in time with you. You gripped onto his hair pulling him as close as possible to you. You moaned and panted as his member brushed against your g-spot, nails scraping down his back. Fred let soft moans escape along with his praises, “You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). Oh dear, I love you so much.” He cried out while he pulled your hips down into his harder and faster than before. “Fred. I’m really close,” he didn’t respond, instead opting to suck on your neck and leave a dark, purple bruise. All of the sensations you felt accumulated into one burst of pleasure as you cried out. Your walls clenched around Fred, leading him to his own powerful orgasm. Waves upon waves of pleasure slowly covered you until you felt only small sparks of pleasure. Fred lifted your form off his lap and laid you back on the bed. His ginger hair clinging to his forehead. He laid down next to you and placed your head upon his chest. He kissed the crown of your head lovingly while slowly stroking your back. “I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered as you snuggled closer into his side perfectly content where you were, not even considering the possibility of your roommates entering the scene. Frankly you didn’t care, because what started as a drunken and emotional night, became the best night of your life so far.

Aaaaaaah! Thank you soooo much for requesting, and your kind words. I hope you liked the fic and that it was what you were hoping for. Thanks for reading!
~Fangirl

#139 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “ok so we all know how much van wants kids. as someone how primarily doesn’t want any kids, it’d be kinda interesting to see your approach on a fic about that??? maybe angsty, maybe doesn’t end happily; whatever you wanna do!”


Somehow you didn’t hear about the Van McCann Wants A Million Babies dream until you’d been dating for months. You were at the cinema, snuggled down in the back row together. A child ran up and down the stairs screaming.

“Fuck me. I hope they shut them up before the movie starts,” you said, reaching your hand into the box for more popcorn. When Van didn’t reply you looked over at him. Spacey expression, watching the kid; you waved close to his face. He looked over at you suddenly, snapping out of the daydream.

“Sorry?”

“The kid?” you repeated.

“Yeah. Dead cute, innit. Can’t wait to have ten of my own,” he said nonchalantly. You bit your tongue and changed the subject.

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stilishstilinskis  asked:

You wouldn't have any headcanons about Clarisse and Chris Rodriguez, would you?

Thanks for sending an ask!!! I’m always happy to take requests, so I wrote some headcanons for you!! :) I hope you like them!

  • Clarisse is very overprotective of Chris
  • And by that I mean that if anyone mentions the fact that Chris was on Kronos’s side in a way that blames him, or brings it up against him, she will not be happy 
  • Chris feels constantly guilty for the fact he went over to Luke’s side initially, and he’s told Clarisse that 
  • Everyone’s quite surprised by their relationship? Like constantly?
  • When they first start going out everyone makes bets on how long they’re going to last
  • Everyone loses, because no one thought they’d be going so strong after all this time 
  • They go to Phoenix together for university, and Clarisse hides it, but she’s super, super excited
  • She finally gets the chance to be normal and be with her boyfriend and it’s everything she wasn’t sure she’d get
  • Needless to say, Chris balances her in any social situation 
  • He makes sure she’s not too aggressive, but she also makes sure he doesn’t remain too shy, because a lot of the time Chris isn’t great at introducing himself to new people
  • One of the things that surprises people the most is how unfazed Chris is whenever Clarisse gets angry or basically starts acting like a typical Ares kid, loud and brash
  • Chris doesn’t even react, but he’s also a match for Clarisse (that’s one of the reasons they work so well together) 
  • Clarisse doesn’t like to share her insecurities, so she doesn’t tell anyone she hates the big house, hates going there now
  • It all stems from that time when Chris was insane, and she had to look after him in there… going to that room brings it all back
  • Chris never says anything, but he notices, and he’ll try and make sure they avoid the big house as much as possible 
  • Every year, in the summer, comes the anniversary of Silena’s death. Clarisse always gets super moody and temperamental at these times, trying to deal with her emotions, and it’s only Chris who can calm her down
  • They have a spot in the woods where they kissed for the first time, some time after Dionysus cured Chris of his madness
  • It becomes their favourite spot, and the best thing about it is that no one knows about it (or at least, that’s what they think. Don’t tell them that one time Percy Jackson saw them holding hands there.)
  • Chris wants to become a better fighter, and Clarisse agrees to teach him
  • Chris actually becomes pretty good 
  • Every so often when they’re placed on opposite teams for capture the flag, things become intense
  • They both want to win, and so they’ll try their hardest, just because, why not? 
  • Clarisse usually comes out on top due to the fact that she’s got the might of the Ares cabin behind her
  • But one time Chris spends ages planning the ultimate strategy (he had Annabeth’s help, but don’t tell anyone), and trains for weeks 
  • Sure enough, he wins, and he personally disarms her 
  • He winks at her 
  • “Don’t take it too personally,” he says. “I learnt from the best” 
  • That’s the moment Clarisse realises how much she loves this idiot 

Feel free to send a request for a fic/headcanons!! :D

Tis The Season (of Meddling Siblings)

Title: Tis The Season (of Meddling Siblings)

Note: I hear you I hear you I hear you. *Jingles dem bells* And I am here for you. 

Pairing: Gladion x Reader, or Gladion x Moon if you prefer.

You have no clue how anything ended up this way. You were on your way to Malie Library that day where Professor Oak said he had some urgent business he needed to talk to you about as Champion of the Region. It wasn’t necessarily something that would take a while to talk about but he insisted you meet up with them which ended up with you Skyping each of them right there on the Malie Library Computer.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if a drabble with more than one ship would be a good idea for you? But i would love a Disney World Trip fic with Biadore, Pearlet and Trixya 💙

Thank you darling! This is just super fluff, I needed it after all the smut 😂 Trixie and Katya are cis girls cos it’s easier to write than having two Brian’s!

Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!

‘I want to go on Space Mountain!’ Jason jumped up and down excitedly.
‘I want to see Cinderella’s Castle!’ Trixie sighed dreamily at the thought.
'No way! I want to go on the Haunted Mansion!’ Danny sulked a little. Their other half’s looked between each other and rolled their eyes.
'I guess we’ll be going out separate ways already.’ Matt chuckled lightly.
'Meet up later?’ Katya addressed them all.
'For much needed drinks I’m sure.’ Roy rolled his eyes. Matt took hold of Jason’s hand and they headed to Space Mountain. Katya was pulled along towards Cinderella’s Castle and Roy put his arm around Danny’s shoulders as they made their way to the Haunted Mansion. So much for a fun day for the six of them, they should have known this would happen.

Jason was still jumping up and down like a small child as they neared the front of the queue. Matt chuckled a little and kissed him to try and calm him but it didn’t seem to work. When it was their turn to board the ride, Jason grabbed Matt’s arm tightly and pulled him to their seats.
'Oh my god I’m so excited.’ Jason screeched a little as they were strapped in.
'Really? I’d never have guessed.’ Matt chuckled. Jason nudged him in the arm.
'Hey, I’ve been wanting to come here since I was like five, I’m allowed to be excited.’
'Anyone would think you still are five.’ Matt teased, poking his tongue out. Jason nudged him again.
'I’m going to get you back for that remark. But not right now. Space Mountain is more important than telling you off.’

'Oh my god it’s even more amazing than I thought it would be!’ Trixie gushed looking up at Cinderella’s Castle. Katya laughed a little seeing the awe in her girlfriends eyes. She looked like a small child as she looked up at the castle. 'I’ve waited for this for so long.’
Katya wrapped her arm around the younger girl and kissed the side of her face.
'It is pretty impressive.’ But it is just a fake castle, Katya added her in head. She never in a million years expected to be at Disneyworld, this so wasn’t her idea of fun. It wasn’t Matt’s and Roy’s either but they’d all made the sacrifice for their other half’s.
'Oh my god, it’s Cinderella!’ Trixie suddenly screeched, jumping out of Katya’s hold. Katya followed her gaze to the woman dressed like the princess talking to some small children. 'Am I too old to get a photo with her?’
'A little.’ Katya admitted. 'But if it’s going to make you happy then let’s do it.’ She took her hand and led Trixie closer. Trixie looked nervous as though she was approaching a celebrity. Katya thought it was silly, but she also thought it was adorable.

'I really don’t know about this.’ Roy shook his head as they were being led to their carriage on the Haunted Mansion.
'Oh come on Roy I’ve been looking forward to this for ages!’ Danny pushed him towards their seats. Roy swallowed. The ride hadn’t even started and it was dark and the music was ominous. Roy was quite jumpy and he knew he was going to hate every second of this. 'It’s going to be fun! And I’ll be right next to you.’ Danny got him to sit down and Danny sat next to him. Roy gripped his hand tightly.
'I’m older than you. I might have a heart attack.’
'You will not have a heart attack.’ Danny laughed, squeezing his hand. 'It’s going to be fine. Promise.’
Roy sighed but as the ride started his heart skipped a beat. He was dreading this. But Danny seemed so happy so he was willing to do this for him. Even if he did have a heart attack in the process.

'That was amazing! I want to go again!’ Jason was still jumping up and down as they exited the ride. Matt’s legs felt like jelly and his stomach felt like it was in his throat. In fact after the way they’d been tossed about on that ride he felt like none of his vital organs were where they should be. 'Are you ok?’ Jason frowned noticing his boyfriend was pale. Matt shook his head. He doubled over suddenly and threw up all over Jason’s shoes. Jason groaned, his excitement faded instantly. Matt stood back up and wiped his hand over his mouth.
'Sorry pumpkin.’ He shrugged. 'I’m not good on rollercoasters.’
'Why didn’t you say anything?’ Jason stroked his back.
'Because you were so excited about it. I haven’t been on one since I was kid, I thought I’d be ok but…but…oh god…’ he doubled over again and threw up once more, thankfully not on Jason’s feet this time. Jason continued to stroke Matt’s back while he emptied his stomach.

'I look like a teenage fan girl.’ Trixie grimaced as she looked at the photo of her and Cinderella that Katya had taken. Katya laughed. 'You look adorable.’
'I look fan girly.’
'Adorably fan girly.’ Katya kissed her. 'Did you enjoy that?’
'Yes.’
'Then that’s all that matters.’ Katya kissed her again. 'Oh and by the way,’ she leant closer to Trixie’s ear. 'You are way prettier than her.’
A deep blush spread to Trixie’s cheeks at Katya’s words. She didn’t believe it for a second but she loved Katya for saying it.

Roy’s heart had never beat so hard. His hands were shaking and he felt like he’d just seen a ghost or several, which he had. Danny bit his lip trying not to laugh at his boyfriend.
'Just laugh, I know you’re dying to.’ Roy rolled his eyes.
'There were kids on that ride not nearly as scared as you.’ Danny started cackling. 'It’s all make believe baby, none of its real.’
'I know that.’ Roy scoffed. 'I’m just jumpy. You know that.’ Why didn’t he go on Space Mountain with Matt and Jason? Or even to see the castle with Trixie and Katya? He was sure neither of those experiences were as traumatising.
'Sorry baby. I appreciate you coming on it though.’ Danny cupped his face and kissed him.
'You owe me.’ Roy spoke into his lips.
'Of course sweetie, whatever you want.’

All six of them ended up having a good day, despite a rocky start for some of them. A good, but exhausting day. They met at the House of Blues for dinner and drinks that evening, drinks being the main priority. They didn’t do much talking while they drank, it had been a very long day. Danny stroked Roy’s hand and kissed him softly.
'Thank you for doing this for me baby.’ He whispered to the older man.
'You’re welcome baby.’
Trixie cuddled up to Katya and rested her head on her shoulder.
'I can’t believe I met Cinderella.’ She sighed sleepily. 'Thank you for convincing me to go over to her.’
'Anytime baby.’
Matt felt a little better by now but he’d decided against drinking. He sipped his cola as Jason stroked his hair back off.
'You really are the best, you know that?’
'So you’re not going to kick my ass for the comment I made earlier?’
'I’ll let you have that one.’ Jason chuckled and kissed him softly.
'Guys?’ Roy spoke up, addressing them all. They all turned to look at him. 'As fun as this is, maybe next year we can go on a vacation we’re all going to enjoy?’
'Agreed.’ Katya and Matt spoke in unison. They all started laughing. Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as the three cynics had thought it would be. As long as their partners were happy, that’s all that really mattered to them anyway.

Show Me Love 12

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot:  Coming home is never easy.  Goodbyes are even harder.

Warnings: The return of Wanda and Nat, girl talk, Language, ANGST

A/N: I’m so sorry.

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⬅️⬅️PART 11 ||| PART 13➡️➡️

You sigh as you shove yourself deeper into your old couch, a glass of water on the coasters you hadn’t used since you moved out, painkillers scattered beside it.  

Wanda had moved into your old bedroom when you moved out, meaning the only place available to crash was the couch.

Thank god it was the most comfortable couch known to man.

Or perhaps it’s because you were too drunk to tell the difference.

Classes weren’t set to start for another week, and after your trip, you were dying for some quality girl time.

That and you couldn’t stand the tension that was hanging between you and Bucky anymore.

And not the good kind.

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