and house of fun and the corn i mean what else

you know what would have been great? if ron got sorted into slytherin.

imagine– we have this kid on the train, the first friend harry meets, with his corned beef sandwiches and smudged nose. ron is eleven years old and he wants gryffindor, because he’s a weasley and that’s what always happens. but it doesn’t happen.

what a way to redeem slytherin house– or, god, at least complicate it. because ron is petty. he is mean and sharp and ambitious and jealous– and he is loyal to the ends of the earth. he is all those things, and he is and always has been good.

potter becomes before weasley in the alphabet, so harry says not slytherin please and gets told might as well be gryffindor. percy and fred and george are all sitting there in red and gold, ruffling the already-ruffled hair of the boy who lived, smug, and then ron sits down and the hat spits out slytherin!

c'mon it’d be fun. just imagine–

  • the weasleys freaking out– but even that first christmas molly sends him a sweater in beautiful green and silver.

  • snape taking points from gryffindor when ron breaks rules or mouths off. “i’m in your house.” “hm, couldn’t tell which weasley it was…” /drifts away

  • sitting with harry in potions and in flying– whatever classes they happen to share. meeting up to study. scarfing down their breakfasts at separate tables so they can go hang out in the empty classrooms before the day starts. hermione reads while they play exploding snap.
    • the trio signing up for all the same electives third year. this friendship being something they earn and work for; not just the one that looked easiest. (not to bash canon ron&harry, the bros to end all bros, but by putting this very obvious obstacle between them– it makes it that much clearer to the reader that this is a love worth fighting for, because they’re fighting for it).
    • ron being jealous that harry and hermione get to share this house, this home, these hours, while he’s stuck with malfoy and parkinson and goyle– because that would eat him up some days, some months, this insecure kid who’s been the last at everything all his life. this kid who always leaves and always comes back.

  • ron, who constantly compares himself to his brothers– not as smart, not as popular, not as good. one more nail in that coffin, here, yeah? he’s not a prefect, not a quidditch star, not a troublemaker– and even when he becomes those things, someone else has always gotten there first
    • well, i guess he got to this house first at least

  • ron still snaps at snape in potions, after hermione’s been ignored three times, “you know, sir, i think hermione might know the answer.” he still pulls the bars off harry’s window with a stolen, flying car. he still shows harry around the burrow shyly, not knowing what a wonder a warm home is. he still stands up in the shrieking shack as best as he can with a broken leg and tells a mass murderer that if he wants harry he’ll have to go through him first. 
    • ron weasley is a lot of things, but one of them is absolutely a true friend.

  • in their second year:
    • when everyone calls harry the heir, they eye ron at his side and sniff.
    • when hermione lays petrified in the medical ward, ron sits at her side and reads her homework assignments aloud and thinks my house this was my house
    • when ron hugs ginny’s damp, shaking frame after the chamber, ron says sorry and sorry and are you okay and i’m so sorry and ginny calls him an idiot.

  • the trio spends more time in the library with hermione, since ron can’t come to gryffindor tower to study, and homework remains a thing that has to happen. fred and george constantly try to sneak him into the tower anyway. 
    • “c'mon, ronnykins, you belong here, you deserve it, no one’s gonna fuss, it’s your BIRTHRIGHT,” and ron fusses and rolls his eyes at them
    • and then in fourth year in one of those periods where he’s not talking to harry and harry’s not talking to him– he just snaps at the twins
      • because it’s not, alright?
      • not his birthright, not his house, and maybe no one would fuss if he snuck in, maybe no one would care, and that makes it worse not better, because then he’s just that weasley who should’ve been gryffindor
      • and isn’t
    • (and harry overhears this caterwauling, feels his heart fall to his toes, and goes and awkwardly asks ron if he wants to go a few laps on his firebolt). 
    • (because, god, harry-the-chosen-one, harry-in-the-cupboard-under-the-stairs, harry-who’ll-save-us-all– he knows what it’s like to have should have beens on your shoulders, and he knows what it’s like to not be wanted).

  • ron cheers for gryffindor during quidditch matches in those first few years, and sits with hagrid and hermione and neville. harry’s seeker, and fred and george are beaters, and ginny becomes chaser eventually, and honestly screw the slytherin team. they have each and every one of them said disparaging things about ron’s mother.
    • harry and hermione badger ron into trying out for keeper fourth year; he and harry have been practicing on the quidditch pitch because its a non-library-shaped place to hang out where both of them are allowed. ron makes the slytherin roster, and malfoy grudgingly provides ron a team broom after the captain chews him out for a bit.
      • “he may be a weasley, but he’s our keeper, don’t you want to win, draco”
    • but the sort of things they spit in the locker room, the words the players hiss or snigger, the slurs that come easy to their tongues– ron would like to say that he considered just walking out of the cesspit, but instead he snipes and sasses and shouts and sometimes tries to spell slugs at the worst of them. 
      • it doesn’t do much, that one irritated voice of protest– except that it does. and he’s got a new (hand-me-down) wand, after the gilderoy fiasco, so the slugs even come out the right end.
    • fred gives him a black eye with a bludger one time (though ron does manage to block the quaffle) and molly sends a howler to gryffindor table with the morning post. (“RON DID YOU TATTLE”) (“IT WAS CLEARLY PERCY, FRED, SIT DOWN”)
      • (the weasleys often have family conversations across the great hall, with hufflepuffs and ravenclaws covering their ears long-sufferingly between them)

  • in the lake, it’s still ron hanging there in the water, still and bloated. it’s still harry’s heart that stutters in his chest, for all it’s just a game, just a game, just a game, right?

  • ron listens hard and tries to talk himself out of fist fights, all that next year in the slytherin common room as they read aloud rita skeeter articles.

  • when hermione calls dumbledore’s army to its first session in that pub, there are green scarves in that crowd– ron and one of the beaters who ron’s gotten to help glare to rest of the slytherin quidditch team into submission.

  • ron beats draco to being prefect (i think i remember it was dumbledore and not mcgonagall who seemed to award prefect status– snape doesn ’t get a say).
    • percy is SO PROUD, as usual, but so are fred and george. “did you see the little malfoy git? green with shame, my god.”

  • when harry has the dream about sirius, ron isn’t there to wake. but when draco’s pulled out of bed to be a professional bully– er, i mean inquisitorial squad member– ron follows at a careful distance and curses draco from behind. 
    • they ride thestrals over london. harry finds the prophecy and ron thinks about the sorts of things that get decided at your birth.  
    • sirius black was a son of slytherin who had a lion living in his chest that he couldn’t hide away. 
    • ron was meant to be gryffindor, and through a haze of injury and fear he watches sirius die just out of harry’s reach.

  • just imagine: ron with his temper and his sharp words and his fierce loyalty. ron who looks into the mirror of erised and sees house cups and prefect badges and ambitions earned– he could belong in slytherin. there is nothing wrong with wanting things, and he wants them so bad.

  • there are so many reasons to fight a war, and so many ways. harry and his sacrifices, his loving resignation. hermione’s good right hook and bottomless bag of supplies. luna, brilliant and a bit batty. lee jordan’s radio and mcgonagall’s burning patience and brittle, certain bones.

  • just imagine: when the last battle comes, there is a slytherin on the field who is not snape.

  • when draco and his parents walk away, in that last battle, ron–
    • who slept in the same dormitory as the boy for six years
    • who heard draco’s nightmares and saw him paling and desperate all sixth year
    • who is as pureblooded as lucius’s spoiled whelp
    • who remembers grimacing at the thought of squibs
    • who has known magic all his life
    • who spotted draco penning letters home to his mother every sunday and hiding them when the other boys could see–
    • ron sees them going.
      • he sounds no alarms. he says no farewells.
      • he turns back to his friends, and his fight, and lets them be.

  • just imagine: when harry kneels on the train platform and his second son asks him “but what if i get sorted slytherin, dad?” harry can say, “the bravest man i ever knew was in slytherin house. whatever you are, wherever you go, we’re going to be so proud of you." 
    • and they can both gaze over to where ron is squawking beside his daughter’s trolley of luggage because crookshanks (who will live to be forty eight million years old) has latched onto his shins with a violent fondness.

An Essay about LGBTQ+ representation and art, tied up with a bit of a tribute to Stephanie Rice.

I haven’t written something like this in quite a while. But I’ve been thinking a lot this past month about stories (even more than usual). So please be patient with all the caffeinated rambling I have to do here. 

Needing to tell stories is something I have always known. There’s not a point in my life that I can look back on and not find in my younger self the intense will to put words and worlds, experiences and characters on paper. I’m sure this is a thing many artists and storytellers would say about their own lives. It’s the heart hammering, hand shaking need to find an outlet for experiences, passion, compassion and emotion that answers every “how did you know you wanted to do this” question with a “because I had to.”

Being gay is something that I haven’t always known. And yes, I can look back on my life and point to moments and insecurities and road bumps that came from having always been gay. But I haven’t always known. Knowing came later. Knowing came with combined fear and confidence and the ability to eventually shatter the brick walls I’d built to hold my shoulders upright, in order to look at myself more clearly. And then I knew, and now it’s as though I always have.

I spend a lot of time thinking about my experience coming out and the experiences of other LGBT people around me, and young kids who have come out and are coming out every day, either in quiet moments to themselves, or in one big fight with their families, or again and again each day to that Uber driver or that woman next to you on the plane, or your hair dresser who always asks who you’re dating. I spend a lot of time thinking about how that experience can be made easier, how kids can be received with more love, how we can better learn who we are before the years of self doubt. And no matter how much I think about anything, I am almost always brought back to the same two ways to fix anything. 1. Through giving and compassion and 2. Through art and stories. 

With each generation in the LGBTQ community, the groundwork is laid for the ones that follow. From fighting for our right to live and be seen, to demonstrating that we’re just like everyone else, the generations before mine have laid a foundation that I am fortunate and humbled to stand on. In that light, I really and truly believe that it will be my generation that brings us alive, as a community, through art, that tells stories and writes songs so that generations after us can see themselves a little sooner, can look up to more than just a handful of queer artists, can grow up knowing and with families who know that there is no one normal, no cookie cutter sexuality, no right experience. 

I have few memories of experiencing media that was specifically gay, growing up. But one of the clearest I do have is watching Pretty Little Liars with my mom. I grew up in liberal Massachusetts, outside Boston with loving, accepting parents. Even still, I can vividly remember a time when Emily, a then high school student on the show kissed her girlfriend and my mother explained that she just “didn’t like to see it” that it was fine and she had “nothing against it” but “she’s just a little girl” and she didn’t want to think about it. I’m sure my mom’s response wasn’t different from many others. So often, the world is okay with kids being queer but not okay with showing them a world of experiences like theirs beforehand. My mom is one of the most loving people I know and I tell this story with a fondness. She’s always been accepting of who I am. I’ve always been safe and supported. There’s a chance she doesn’t even remember this moment because she loves me for who I am. But when all is said and done those moments happen all the time and they pile up and they mean something. They mean something because there are young kids, across the country, across the world, in less loving houses, with less accepting parents, who don’t have the word for what they feel for years and years, who are sheltered from seeing Emily Fields kiss girls on TV, who watch their parents turn off movies if two boys are in love. Those kids hear song after song on the radio where girls sing about boys and boys sing about girls. They’re raised on fairytales and animated films about Princesses who marry Princes or don’t marry at all. They flounder, they search, they look for themselves here and there and everywhere and they come up empty handed. They come up with one song by a niche band that no one else listens to, or one sad lifetime movie about a woman’s dead gay son, or one lesbian on a TV show who inevitably ends up dead. 

It’s my understanding that art is never meaningless. That culture and stories are what shape who we are, our worldview, our communities. It’s my understanding that when we diversify those stories we begin to change the world, stone by stone, kid by kid. 

Often, I hear other LGBTQ people talk about not wanting to be defined by being gay or bi or trans. But the more I grapple with it and the more I exist in this world, living in LA, working in television, fighting for my chance to tell stories, the more I want to scream it. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. Because maybe if I yell it loud enough some kid will hear it and say “hey me too.” Because maybe if I pour that pride and pain and passion into my art it will reach their television some day, their home, their couch, and even if it doesn’t change their dad’s mind, it might make them feel less alone or give them the right words for the pain and passion that they feel. 

I never watched The Voice before last year. I turned on season 11, at random, because I wanted to watch Alicia Keys be a coach. At some point, I stopped. It was fun but these aren’t the kind of shows that feel like they’re for me. They feel like they’re for corn fed, middle America, fighting over this pleasant looking man or that palatable country singer. And while I’m a creative who appreciates the rise and fall and hopes and dreams of other creatives as stories, these weren’t ones I was ever invested in. This year, I again turned the show on to watch season 12. Only to watch the auditions because those are fun and I get one more season with Alicia Keys. I remember the moment the show played Stephanie Rice’s backstory. I was watching it with one of my good friends. I remember we both perked up a little more when we saw her holding hands with her fiancée. I remember watching in an odd, baited breath silence as Stephanie began to tell her story and finding myself choking up just a little. For me, that emotional choked up feeling came from hearing things that I recognized, from watching her talk about the fear of disappointing her little sisters and knowing that exact same fear, to the same hands shaking, heart in your throat need to prove it’s alright, to make your way, to have your voice heard. Even as a person who has been out for years, an adult who is comfortable and confident in my sexuality, that feeling is still there. And as I watched it and watched her speak her truth and kiss another girl back stage I was reminded again that some kid, somewhere on a couch was going to see this, and feel that reliability, and feel seen and understood and not alone. I was driven again to keep fighting to tell my own stories.

There is something significant about pain and diversity and art that isn’t discussed enough. Art is universal and can be interpreted and understood and seen and heard and felt by anyone. But there is a rare and often overlooked feeling that comes when art feels like it understands you. When someone says words or shows an emotion that you can put your finger on and say you’ve felt. I stuck with the Voice after that. I watched specifically to follow Stephanie’s journey. For one, because she’s an incredibly talented artist, and for two, because I have a distinct understanding of how much harder that fight to make your way is.

Just a few nights ago I was driving, after my last day at my job in the Shannara Season 2 Writers Room, at about midnight down the freeway, and I was loudly singing along to Stevie Nicks with my windows down. On my reverse alphabetical order by artist itunes library, Stephanie Rice’s cover of White Flag comes right after Stevie Nicks’s Edge of Seventeen. So I’m driving and I’m singing and I know every damn word to Dido’s White Flag because I’ve heard it a hundred thousand times before and it was never even a song I cared about or liked. But I hadn’t heard this version that many times. Here I am, twenty-six years old, yelling at top volume in my car feeling my head get sort of swallowed and overcome and numbed by emotion as I do. Because when another gay woman sang that song, it changed. Because when another person fighting and dying to get their pain and emotion out of their chest sang that song, it changed. Because the emotion she sang with is emotion I know. Because suddenly yelling that I wouldn’t put my hands up and surrender became about something different. I can’t tell you what someone else meant by their song or their voice or their story. But I can tell you how it touched me personally. And I grinned like a damn idiot in my car because I felt a little stronger and a little prouder. 

I’m in the process of writing a feature/novel package with the brilliant Dawson Schachter. It’s a romance between two women. And as we work on it we keep having to remind ourselves of the reality that these stories don’t get told often, that the market for them is smaller, that they have to be palatable to the big wigs that will look at them. And that is infuriating and compromising and fucks with every better angel and creative demon you have, let me tell you. That’s the ugly part people don’t talk about. That’s the reality of being an LGBTQ creator. Being too gay or too different or not gay enough, not sensational enough, being martyred to your community when you would love just a little less pressure today, knowing the pressure is the only way, being brave because anything else has never even been an option you were given, feeling like failure means letting down that kid who needs this story, feeling like it means letting down the kid in you who needed this story and now just needs to get it out. But I also know how inspiring all those feelings can be and how it can feel like singing along at brain numbing volume to White Flag with your windows down going 90 on a freeway at midnight in Los Angeles far away from your home and your family. 

To Stephanie Rice, thank you. With as much weight as I can put in those two words, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for so bravely sharing your story and your art with America. Your vulnerability and light brought a story to televisions across this country that people need. And despite that particular journey wrapping up last night, I have no doubts that you will go on to keep sharing your soul through your music. As a fellow woman, as a fellow storyteller, you reminded me why I’m doing what I’m doing and I am so grateful to have gotten to hear your truth. You have a friend and supporter in Los Angeles if ever you need one. I look forward to hearing everything else you have to tell the world. 

To anyone else reading this, my friends, young LGBTQ followers, fellow writers, coworkers, strangers consider this very long ramble a plea for you to continue to back and support LGBTQ artists and youth. Continue to lend them platforms and elevate their voices. Continue to diversify the stories you tell, paint televisions and movies and the radio with kids that look like them, that sound like them, that feel like them. And please, also consider this very long ramble, another in a pile of promises I’ve already made to you, that I will never stop doing everything I can to illuminate your hearts and your souls and your stories. If I have to scream them or deliver them from the ground with bloody knuckles, I will make them heard. I hope that together, we can continue to build a foundation for generations after us, through art where exposure has opened hearts and minds, where stories have saved lives, and art has changed the world. We fight, as we always have, for a better, louder, prouder, safer, and more inclusive future. 

exo shitpost #2: exo at the carnival
  • junmyeon: alright assholes go wild
  • chanyeol: hoo boy i'm going to win me some prizes
  • baekhyun: you suck ass at everything what could you possibly win
  • chanyeol: that thing with the hammer
  • sehun: your arms are two limp noodles lmao
  • chanyeol: fuck you
  • luhan: your weak ass can't even get it past the halfway mark
  • chanyeol: i don't deserve this verbal abuse you try it
  • luhan: what. the fuck.
  • luhan: it doesn't work
  • sehun: excuses are for the cheap
  • luhan: this is bullshit, this game is rigged, and we are going home
  • -
  • yifan: ok junmyeon let us get wild
  • junmyeon: would you fuck off i will not ride a roller coaster
  • yifan: why
  • junmyeon: because i may shit myself
  • junmyeon: but also because i don't want to be seen next to your crusty ass
  • yifan: why did i ever love you
  • -
  • jongdae: fuck yes corndogs
  • kai: holy shit kyungsoo take it slow
  • kyungsoo: i am a hungry bitch today don't speak to me
  • jongdae: did you really just inhale that entire corndog
  • kyungsoo: it's not that big
  • kai: i can personally assure you he's seen bigger
  • jongdae: wow kyungsoo, king of the dick
  • kyungsoo: if you don't shut up right now i might eat you
  • -
  • zitao: fuck i lost my watch, i must have left it on the ferris wheel
  • minseok: you irresponsible fuck what did i tell you about leaving your goddamn shit everywhere
  • zitao: here, take my ice cream and put it on your tits because you need to chill
  • minseok: /rubbing nosebridge/ how much did that stupid thing cost
  • zitao: it was gucci
  • minseok: i just pissed my pants
  • zitao: relax jethro i have like ten more at home
  • minseok: what
  • zitao: eleven including the one i gave to candy
  • minseok: you have eleven gucci watches, one of which is for your dog, and you still gave me a fucking slurpee for my birthday
  • zitao: at least it was a jumbo size
  • minseok: you're dead to me
  • -
  • yixing: life is fantastic
  • kyungsoo: you're a cheery mf today aren't you
  • yixing: why are you so pessimistic, go inhale another corndog
  • kyungsoo: i can't eat too many, i'm corn intolerant
  • yixing: that's not a thing
  • kyungsoo: i'm also mildly allergic to dogs
  • yixing: that's,,,, not how it works
  • luhan: don't bother this is from the same guy who didn't know how dna works
  • kyungsoo: no more kimchi spaghetti for you
  • -
  • sehun: cotton candy BITCH
  • chanyeol: this is your fifth one, stop it
  • sehun: i am in love with this shit
  • chanyeol: diabetes says hello
  • sehun: i might dye vivi this colour
  • chanyeol: what the fuck she's not an easter egg
  • sehun: doggosthetic
  • chanyeol: s e h u n that's abuse pLEASE DON’T DO THAT
  • -
  • yifan: aw fuck
  • junmyeon: what now you overgrown baby
  • yifan: i'm too tall for the bumpercars
  • junmyeon: too bad
  • yifan: this is no fair
  • junmyeon: go ride something else you ingrate
  • yifan: that's it i'm putting you on the death drop
  • junmyeon: you better freaking not
  • yifan: hi yes one ticket for the death drop
  • junmyeon: nonononono im sure i don't meet your height requirement eheheh
  • yifan: don't worry dear, they have seats for shrimps like you!
  • junmyeon: WU YI FAN YoU fUckeR
  • yifan: enjoy bitchy!!
  • junmyeon: YoU haVe a laWSUiT oN YoUR handS
  • -
  • jongin: i love the fact that i still look hot in all of these
  • jongdae: hey baekhyun this mirror's got me looking just like you
  • baekhyun: how so?
  • jongdae: makes me look ugly as shit
  • jongin: im piSSing
  • baekyun: this kind of commentary is the reason no one loves you
  • -
  • luhan: haunted house, leggo
  • zitao: fuck this shit i'm out
  • minseok: nah i'm in let's do it
  • yixing: zitao i'll protect you
  • zitao: too late i'm already crying
  • minseok: oh ShiT i am Spooked
  • luhan: his soul has left him
  • yixing: you made it taozi, i’m proud of you
  • zitao: thanks yixing, the only thing that helped me through it was the fact that those goblins back there kinda resembled you and it was really funny
  • yixing: wow, this is basically bullying!
  • -
  • junmyeon: well boys, it's been fun
  • kyungsoo: no it has not
  • junmyeon: but we must head back to hell
  • yifan: he means home
  • junmyeon: trust me, i mean hell
Host with the Most - Chanyeol  (EXO)

Originally posted by dulcetyeoll

Prompt: My friend dragged me to this party and I wound up talking to you about how much I didn’t like being here and you start smirking at me and suddenly my friend came up to me and introduced you as the host of this party and now I’m freaking out because I’ve just been telling you how awful it was for the past ten minutes. 

Genre: Romance/Comedy

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Author’s Note: Even after writing this, I still don’t know what I would do in this situation. Hope you enjoy!

“Lizzy, I’m not doing this!” you whined from your place on your bed. Your best friend was currently raiding your closet, picking an outfit for you to wear.

“Oh yes you are!” she demanded, looking at a blue dress. “You haven’t left your apartment in two weeks except to get food!” 

“I’m not ready to be around people yet…” you started. “I’m still hurt.” You were an introvert as it was, but at this time you especially did not want to socialize. 

Lizzy sighed, then sat next to you on your bed. “Y/N, I know that you and Kijoon had a really serious relationship. But just because he hurt you doesn’t mean you have to torture yourself watching ‘The Notebook’ under your covers all day sobbing over an empty tub of ice cream. He was a jerk, and you deserve better.” She patted your back.

“Thanks Lizzy, but I’m still trying to figure out how to go on with my life. When I found out… I felt like collapsing…”

“Look, I’ve never been through the pain of being cheated on, and I can’t pretend to imagine it. All I know is that it completely sucks. However, I can tell you that the answer is not at the bottom of that bucket of cookies and cream. Why should you cry for someone who’s not crying over you?” she asked. 

“That’s true…” you told her, wiping your tangled hair out of your eyes. “Maybe you’re right… I just need to force myself to interact with people this once, and then I can go on like normal.”

“Well that’s great, because you’re going to be the prettiest jewel there!” she smiled, whipping out her phone. “We’re getting a licensed expert’s help!”

“Lizzy, that’s a little extreme.” you laughed. 

She rolled her eyes. “It’ll make this more special for you! If you look good, you’ll feel good! The party is at this guy’s HUGE house, and he’s pretty popular, so there’ll probably be a lot of people there. It won’t hurt to step it up a little.” 

“Fine, but I’m not wearing a dress. Jeans are an essential.”

“You’re gonna wear a skirt then!”


“Just a little sweep of highlighter…. and…. done!” Nana smiled, setting down her makeup brush. “Go ahead and take a look!”

You walked over to your full length mirror. “Oh wow…”

Nana certainly was a miracle worker. The makeup wasn’t overdone, it was tasteful and refreshing, with peachy blush over dewy skin, shimmery eye shadow, thin eyeliner over natural eyelashes, and a little touch of red in the center of your lips. Your curled hair was textured and accessorized with a teal head band tied into a bow. The cream colored skirt and floral top that Nana picked out was certainly pretty, but not an outfit that you would pick for yourself.

“Oh my goodness, good work Nana!” Lizzy encouraged, smiling at her friend. “My Y/N looks so alive, you’d never even know a break-up hit her!”

“Thank you Nana. I must say, you do have great taste!” you told her. “I’ve just gotta grab some shoes and then we can leave.“

“Let me help you with that.” Nana said following you into your closet. “No client of mine will wear converse to a party!”

“Oh my goodness, there’s Sooyoung, she’ll kill me if I don’t say hi!” Lizzy told you as you stood together in the corner of the crowded room. “I’ll be over there for a few minutes.” 

“No no no, Lizzy, don’t leave me!” you pleaded, but it was too late. She had abandoned you. An introvert’s stability relies on their extroverted friend being with them at every moment in new social situations. 

You looked around, gripping your cup in your hands. You took a sip to refresh your dry throat. God, you felt so awkward. You didn’t know anyone here.

“Enjoying yourself?” a voice said. You whipped your head around, letting your hair fall over your shoulder. A tall and attractive man stood in front of you. You quickly examined his appearance. He looked really soft, but handsome at the same time. He had a friendly smile and bright eyes, which went well with his nude sweater and jeans ensemble. “I’m Chanyeol by the way.”

His warm vibe made you feel like it was okay to talk to him about your true feelings. “If I’m being honest, I’d rather be enjoying a large pizza on my couch and watching a drama right now.” you sighed, looking at the ground. “And I’m Y/N.”

“Are large parties not your thing?” he asked. You took notice of how his eyes seemed to assure you that he sincerely cared about what you had to say. 

“Parties in general.” you told him, rolling your eyes. “They’re really dumb. Everyone crowded in one place making meaningless small talk over cups of beer.”

“Really?” he inquired, still looking interested in your conversation. “I love parties. Free food, new friends, fun times…”

You scoffed. “Oh come on. Look at this place, I get dragged out my house and get dressed up all nice and what am I offered? Generic corn chips and pretzels.”

He gave you a smirk. “So you don’t like it here?”

“I mean sure, its really cool big house, but I don’t see how people have such good fun here. I don’t feel anything but awkward.”

“How can you feel awkward with all these people here with you?” He asked, smile still wide on his face. He had a certain glint in his eyes, which confused you.  

“You must not be an introvert.” you told him, looking in his warm brown eyes. “I’m wearing a skirt and frilly top when I’d rather be in comfy jeans and a two sizes too big t-shirt. Gosh, everyone can probably tell how out of place I am…”

“I don’t think so.” he told you with a small smile and a caring sparkle in his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else than right here, with me.”

You blushed, opening your mouth to continue talking to him, but were stopped by a hand placed on your shoulder. You turned around to see your best friend’s familiar face.

“Oh good, you two have met!” Lizzy exclaimed, glancing from you to Chanyeol. “Y/N, this is the host of the party!” 

All the color drained from your face as you widened your eyes. You gulped, slowly looking back at him. 

“I must say Y/N, you’re unlike any other girl that’s walked through the doors of my house.” he smirked, walking away from your corner of the room. “Quite a mystery…” and with that he exited the room.

You smacked your palm on your forehead.

“Y/N, what the heck happened between you two?” Lizzy exclaimed, looking back and forth between you two.

“Oh, not much. I just ranted for ten minutes about how much I hated his party.”

So for the remainder of the night, you stayed attached to Lizzy’s hip, fearing another doomed social interaction. The party went just as you expected. Aimlessly wandering into different rooms to talk to strangers about work and school, cars and bills, you know, adult stuff. You watched others get drunk as they participated in games, shuffled through a lit up dance room, avoided getting hit by the beer pong ball, and as a cherry on top, almost got bulldozed by a passionate couple making out on the couch you were sitting on. Yeah, a real fun time. 

“Can we go now?” you pleaded, throwing another cup of punch away. 

“I guess I’ve forced you to be around people long enough.” she chuckled. You both linked arms and began to make your way towards the door. 

“Wait!” someone yelled out. You looked over your shoulder to see him again. Chanyeol.

“Oh…” you started. “Listen, I’m really sorry about earlier, you really did have a nice party, it’s just that I’m-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he interrupted you. 

You almost choked on your own spit. “Um, I, ah, I just-”

“She does not actually, she’s single.” Lizzy finished for you, smiling at Chanyeol in happiness. 

He smiled, looking at the ground. “Do you want to go out with me sometime then?” 

“But… I thought you said I was too different than all the other girls you knew… a mystery…” you stuttered, furrowing your brows.

“Yes… different than all the fake girls who put on false smiles and try to get with me for my popularity… God forbid a human being honest and not afraid to tell a random stranger who they really are. Plus…” he leaned in really close and looked into your eyes with a smile. Just when you were about to touch, he slapped a piece of paper in your hand. “I like mysteries.” He gave you a quick wink and then turned around and walked back into the crowd.

You stared at his back in disbelief. “What the actual heck just happened…”

“I’ll tell you what…” Lizzy said, smiling at you. “You just got that guy’s number! I guess it’s a good thing I forced you out of the house!”

On the walk back home, you smiled to yourself as you thought of the guy that was interested in you. His cute smile, his shining eyes, his warm and caring nature…

Lizzy was right. Just when you thought nothing good would come in your life… that you were so hurt that you would never be able to see anyone ever again… you met him. Fate took your crappy heart break, and gave you a bright, shining, new opportunity.

It was at that moment that you realized that you can’t ever give up on everything based on one mistake…. just like a baker doesn’t give up when the pie isn’t perfect, and a writer doesn’t quit because of one period of writer’s block… you couldn’t give up on loving people because one hurt you. And that’s really something every human should know.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this scenario :-) Chanyeol is seriously killing me with that cotton candy hair! *insert heart eyes emoji* Requests are always open!


-Marie 💗

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a Jeremy x reader soulmate AU where they can't see colors until they touch and it's really fluffy and it's a time line of their relationship and they get married and have kids and grow old together?? Thank you!

u said have kids so its a female reader ik i usually write gender neutral stuff im soRRY

oh and i didnt rly have any ideas for how i wanted this to start so lol enjoy

my masterlist!

Warnings: expensive headphones, swears (OBVIOUSLY), jer is rude to bb michael :(, mikey talks abt SUCKING DICK, and thats it i think??

Word count: 1,815

Jeremy muttered curse words under his breath as he watched Rich rub the back of his neck, flustered at the adorable reaction Michael gave him. Rich had gifted a large bouquet of flowers for Michael, who expressed his gratitude by peppering his boyfriend with kisses.

After saying goodbye he sat back down next to Jeremy and didn’t notice his state “Jeremy, aren’t these flowers so pretty? God, Rich is just the nicest guy and-”

“I wouldn’t know, I can’t fucking see them,” Jeremy pouted.

Now Michael knew what’s going on, “Oh, listen, Jer, you know you’re basically my brother, but you gotta stop sulking every time you see a happy couple!”

“Oh, shit, sorry. Did I offend you? I didn’t realize you’re so deep on Rich’s dick you can’t even be sensitive towards your best friend’s feelings anymore,” Jeremy snapped.

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aintnopartylikearobotparty  asked:

Imagine request: Halloween, haunted house at theme park, jealous Ethan, caramel apple, broken tooth, sexy times



“Wah!” I pressed myself against my boyfriend Ethan’s arm, trying to hide my face from all the people in costumes jumping out at me in costumes.

We were in a haunted maze at a popular theme park, Ethan suggesting we go out for a date on Halloween (I hate Halloween)

“It’s okay.” Ethan couldn’t suppress his laughter, wrapping his toned arms around my shaking frame. I was freezing, my sweatshirt not being enough to fend off the cold of the late October air. Ethan rubbed my arms up and down repeatedly, even offering to give me his sweatshirt, but I refused, because I could see his lips, and chin trembling from the shivers that racked his body.

“I. Hate. Halloween.” I said in between clenched teeth, narrowing my eyes at every dark corner, and bend in the corn maze, looking for any people in costume.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He said in my ear, his head leaning against mine, although it looked odd due to our height differences. His red SnapBack held his dark hair back, obscuring his forehead, and sending chills up my spine that were not caused by the cold.

He knew I loved him in those damn Snapbacks.

We rounded a corner, my eyes clenched shut, because I knew there would be someone there. As soon as I heard the creepy ass laugh, my eyes opened involuntarily, revealing the scariest clown I had ever seen.

“No!” I screeched, running to stand behind Ethan, burying my face in his black sweatshirt. From the corner of my eye, I saw the clown approach me, putting his ugly mask in my face, it’s creepy claws baring in my face. I screamed into Ethan’s back, my arms wrapping around his waist, trying to block out the sight.

“Hey,” he twisted in my arms, facing me, and wrapping his arms around my shoulder, brunt my face into his chest.

“Sorry.” I laughed, trying to hide my face from the actor as he backed away back into is corner, waiting to scare somebody else.

“C'mon, its over anyway.” Ethan led us out of the maze, and I took a deep breath.

“I feel better.” I placed my hands on my hips, giving him a huge smile and a big thumbs up.

“Do you?” Ethan asked.

“Mhmm.” I nodded my head, my fingers interlacing with Ethan’s unconsciously.

“Alright then, let’s go to this so called “haunted Halloween bash.”“ Ethan made quotations around the words, as he approached a map in the theme park. His long fingers traced the map, starting from the “you are here!” Mark, to the building that the party was located at.

As we walked, little kids past us with the little pumpkin necklaces that lit up, indicating that they were not to be approached by the actors. They were called “boo-free necklaces!” And if E hadn’t of made fun of me, I would have gotten one.

As we approached the building, I could here the music blaring, the neon lights visible from across the park. We showed off our bracelets, proving that we were both 16 or older, to the bouncer at the door, and we were granted access into the already raging party.

“This is insane,” Ethan took in the party, from the lights, to the DJ in the corner, and the dancing people in various types of costumes. We joined the dance floor, bumping to the music, laughing at each others crazy dance moves, and smiling in relief because it was warm in here.

In fact it was kinda hot. If my sweatshirt weren’t part of my costume, I would’ve taken it off. I wore a black oversized sweatshirt, and a red tutu that I had made myself, with little whit polkadots on it, and a head band with little swirly antennas, and red glittery hearts on the end. The black leggings and red vans I wore completed the “love bug” inspired costume.

I opted for a sensual outfit, knowing that it was going to be cold, and also because there was no way my mother would’ve let me out of the house, in any of the costumes that I saw most of these girls wearing.

They dressed in form fitting clothes, with lots of fishnet, and rips, and I found myself hugging my fluffy sweatshirt self-consciously. All of these girls were eyeing Ethan, acting as if my hand interwound with his didn’t mean anything.

And the way they danced; grinding their hips against anything with a heartbeat, their long hair swishing around them as they lazily eyed my boyfriend. I could never do that. I’m not a good dancer, never have been. I have no idea how to swivel my hips and make it look “sexy”. I’d embarrass myself too much.

And what would Ethan think? Oh god, I don’t even wanna know.

So instead I opted for bouncing lightly, from one foot to the other, Ethan also being a horrible dancer, joined in and mimicked my moves. The air around us was so thick and hot, I was glad I didn’t wear makeup. I never do, but sometimes for holidays, I’ll put on some light makeup. The only thing on my cheeks was a natural blush, from the heat In the room, and from Ethan’s gaze on my body, as I danced next to him.

I have no idea what he’s looking at, I’m not dancing in any kind of sexy way, what the hell could that smirk be for?
His hands gripped my sides, playing with the tule of my tutu, twirling the strands between his long, nimble fingers.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks. Stay here, okay?” I said into his ear, as I motioned towards the buffet table a few feet away. Ethan looked a little disappointed, seeing as he had just gotten close to, but nodded his head.

I turned on my heel, making my way to the table, and locating the drinks. I grabbed two sodas, and leaned against the table as I drank mine, feeling the condensation against my fingers.

It’s not that I don’t want to be physical with Ethan. I do, trust me. I’ve just never done anything before, with anyone, so the fact that Ethan feels for me this way, and I for him, scares me a little bit. He’s mentioned that he’s chosen to wait, but sometimes I catch him staring at me, a look in his eyes that I don’t recognize, but could probably guess is arousal.

It always puzzles me, because I’ll see it when we’re doing the most ordinary things, like eating, or shopping, or cleaning. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not sexy. At all.

In fact my friends have mentioned before that I’m cute. Cute in the “awe let me squish your cheeks, you’re so innocent”, kinda way. I guess I’m not ready to give up that title. Innocent. It’s all I know, all I’ve ever been referred to. Who would I be, if I wasn’t innocent y/n?

I didn’t know. And I was too scared to find out. Which was why, I couldn’t let anything happen with Ethan and I, at least not until I was ready.

As I drank my diet 7 up, a guy approached the table, examining the contents with careful eyes.

“Excuse me,” he muttered quietly, as he reached for a piece of candy behind me. I moved out of his way with an apology, and stood at the end of the table, with my back pressed against the wall. I needed a few seconds to breathe before I went back out to the dance floor.

“So what’re you supposed to be? A lady bug?” The boy, who was dressed as Clark Kent, with a superman shirt underneath, eyes my costume with a small questioning smile.

“You’re close. I’m a love bug.” He nodded, and motioned toward his costume with a lazy flick of his hand.

“You probably know what I am.”

“Superman.” I nodded my head, smiling softly, and sipping my soda again.

“Shhh.” The boy held a finger against his lips, his black glasses-which i suspected were real-hung low on the bridge of his nose. “I’m in disguise.”

“Right.” I held up an okay hand sign.

The boy chuckled and ripped the wrapper of his candy bar with his teeth, because his hands were busy I guess?

“You having a good time…” the boy trailed off, waiting for me to fill him in.


“Y/n,” he muttered back, feeling my name on his tongue.

“I am. And you?” I asked him, trying to be polite, when all I really wanted to do was to go back to Ethan.

“Well I wasn’t at first, but then I ran into a pretty love bug, and I’m starting to.” I blushed immensely, ducking my head being my head behind a curtain of my hair.

“You know you fit your costume well. You just have that…"I can make a fake bug cute,” kinda vibe.“ He smirked, pinching the fabric of my sweatshirt between his forefinger and thumb.

"Thanks…” I tried to smile, but it probably looked like more of a grimace. I was starting to become uncomfortable with someone other than Ethan flirting with me.

“So do you wanna dance with me?” He asked. “Show me what you can do in that tutu?” He laughed, trying to make the comment less awkward.


“Dee.” He informed me.

“Dee. You’re seem sweet and all, and I appreciate the compliments, but I have a boyfriend.” I informed him, watching as his face hardened, his jaw clenching.

“Oh.” He popped a KitKat into his mouth, chewing slowly before saying, “I don’t see him.” With a mouth full of chocolate, and wafers.

“Turn around.” Ethan’s voice was low, and quiet, as the boy looked over his shoulder, his face coming up to Ethan’s chest.

“I don’t see much.” He commented, looking up, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Ethan looked down on him between half hooded eyes, his mouth setting into a firm line. “Listen here, Boy.” His lips moved slowly as he spoke. “She’s not an object. We’re not gonna fight over her, because if she needed to, she could defend herself.” He pointed towards me, the stiff tone of his voice, and the tense stances between him and Dee drawing attention from the audience.

“She’s my girl, and I’m here to make that fact known.” He stated, his eyes flirting to mine quickly before resting in Dee’s once again.

“Well congratulations, pretty boy.” Dee patted Ethan on the shoulder mockingly, and Ethan threw it off harshly. Dee reached for a candy apple next to Ethan, and spun the stick around in his fingers. “The fuckboi, and the dumb ass love bug. What a pair.” He said as he took a bite of his candy apple.

Ethan’s fist connected with his mouth, the sound of his knuckles connecting with Dee’s skin echoed throughout the building, and people mummered around us, watching in interest.

“Ethan,” I rushed to his side, his arm reering back, but I held it to me, silently telling him not to do it.

“Ow. You chipped my fucking tooth, ass hole!” Dee held his hand up to his mouth, and glared angrily at Ethan, looking as if he were about to make a move if it weren’t for the security guard who interrupted us.

“Sir, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave.” He said to Ethan grabbing him by his elbow, and yanking him out of the exit. I followed after them, my tutu fluttering at my sides, as I moved quickly.

Ethan leaned up against the wall of the building, waiting for me.

“Y/n.” He muttered under his breath as he saw me. He rushed to my side, grabbing my hand in his.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I just ruined our date night.” He shook his head in disapproval, his eyes cast down to the ground in embarrassment.

“Ethan, don’t worry about it. C'mon, let’s get out of here, I’m cold.” He smiled at my attempt at reassurance, and led me out of the park. Once we reached his truck, turned on the heat, but didn’t leave the Parking lot.

“What’re you doing?” I asked him, looking up from my phone, just in time for him to attack my lips with his. He tangled his hands in my hair, knocking that stupid head band off of my head, and throwing it onto the dashboard.

The kiss deepened as he pushed me against the passenger door, his hands exploring my sides, and resting on my hips.

“E,” I pulled away, a dumb smile finding its way to my lips.

“Sorry.” He laughed. “I’ve just…come to the conclusion that I really love you. And I want to do it. With you.” He looked around the cab of the truck, trying to avoid my gaze. “But if you don’t want to, that’s fine. I’ll wait for you, because you’re the one I want to do it with.”

“Ethan…” I sighed in awe. “Of course I wanna do it with you.”

“You do?” He asked in a hopeful voice, his smile lighting up the darkened cab.

“Yeah. I’m just-” I knew exactly why he had avoided my gaze as he spoke earlier. This was hard to admit to him. “I’ve never done anything before, and I don’t know if you’ll like it.” I told him quietly.

“First times aren’t supposed to be good, Y/N.” he chuckled. “But, hey, practice makes perfect.” He caressed my cheek.

“Boy do I wanna practice with you.” He whispered, his eyes burning holes into mine, it seemed. I chuckled, and cupped both of his cheeks with my hands.

“Me too.” I bit my lip. This was it. This was the moment where it would all change. There was no going back, I thought, as I kissed his plump lips, my tongue tracing his bottom lip, asking for entrance.

He pulled me up onto his lap, so I was straddling him, and my heart fluttered anxiously. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out, okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded, trying to hide my blush.

“Just relax.” He whispered, his fingers digging into my shoulders, trying to relax me.

“M'kay.” I breathed.

First Impressions Pt.2

First Impressions



Just like promised, Shadow and Amy meet more constantly. And by constantly, I mean four to five days a week. Amy will talk about the constant battles with Eggman and Shadow would always listen carefully even if he knew the ending for each story. With “Team Sonic” always kicking Eggman’s butt.Shadow will always keep Amy updated about his costant search for the Chaos Emeralds and Lyric’s possible uprising. Before leaving to search for an Emerald, he made sure to tell Amy which made her respond with a “I’ll wait for you.”

Times has passed since Amy last saw Shadow and she has began to worry. She was honestly enjoying her time with the black hedgehog and didn’t want him to stop coming to see her. Amy didn’t even know where he was living, so she couldn’t go investigate in case Shadow was in trouble and needed help. The only thing she could do was to trust him and pretend like nothing was hapening in front of her friends, which were currectly eating all together at Meh Burger

“It’s already been a week”-Amy thought out-loud. Looking down at her burger, she began to think about the possibilities that might have happen to Shadow, but once again, she knew he could take care of himself.

“A week for what Ames?- Sonic asked curious about what the pink hedgehog could be thinking.

“You have been kinda out Amy”- Tails asked as welll as he took a bite out of his burger.

“Uh? No, its nothing!- Amy said and took a sip of her soda rapidly.

“Come on Amy! What is it? Did you forget to water your plants for a week? Did you forget to wash your clothes for a week? Because that has happen to me and-”- Sticks began but was interrupted by Knuckles.

“No guys, Amy is just worried that her boyfriend hasn’t come to visit her for a week!”- That was said and while Amy was choking on her on soda, everyone went to stare at her with a surprise look.

“What? eh? Boyfriend, Amy you have a boyfriend?, its not like I care or anything but-”-Sonic began to blabber at super sonic speed.

“What? No, I don’t have a boyfriend, I-”

“ Don’t be shy Amy! I have heard you guys talking couple of times!”- Knuckles said.

“What? How?”-Amy asked almost yelling.

“ I sometimes pass by your house because I do weight lifting near there, and I have heard you talk to someone regurlarly, I didn’t really make out who he was, but since it’s your bussiness, I didn’t pay to much importance.”-Knuckles explained, while calmly eating his burger.

“Wow, Knuckles, I never saw you as the one to take people’s privacy into consideration.”- Tail said surprised.

“There’s a whole history you don’t know about me bruh”

“Anyways Amy, who is this guy?, is he rich? does he own a technological corporation in which they have world domination as their main goal?!”

“He is not my boyfriend!”- Amy yelled, blushing really hard.

“Then who the heck is he?”- Sonic asked, a bit angry at the fact and forgetting about his chilli dog. Knuckles out of nowhere took out some pop-corn, already feeling where this was going, in which Tails and Sticks decided to join him and just sit back, relax and enjoy the upcoming drama.

“He, uh, he is…My student!”-Amy said quickly already sweating and not really thinking about the consequences.

“You have to stay quiet… if not I’ll kick you out”- Dave came out of nowhere and and just like he came with his “I don’t care attitude” he left. 

“Your student? Student of what?”-Sonic kept throwing her questions, not really caring about Dave’s warning.

“ah..Indoors design?… yeah that, hehe!”-Amy said with a nervous laugh. 

“Oh look at the time, I have to go now, bye~.” - And with that, Amy left in a rush.

“Wait, AMY!!!”-Sonic yelled.

“Ok this is it.”- Dave said to himself, a he push down the emergency bottom in which was under his counter, making everyone been ejected  from their seats and went flying over to an unknown place.

Amy came to her house, while trying to catch her breath she went to her fridge to get a sip of water. 

“Well, that was close”-Amy thought. And as she pull her head out of the fridge and close the door, she found no other than Shadow The Hedgehog behind the door looking at her.

“Shadow!”- Amy was surprised by his sudden apperance.

“It seems like I have come in a bad time.”- Shadow said and Amy was perplexed.

“It doesn’t smell like cookies.”- Shadow decided to look to the other side while saying this.

“Oh, Shadow!”-Amy was so happy to hear him and she hugged him, forgetting about her previous situation. She was just happy to know that Shadow made it back safely.

After a few seconds, she remember who she was hugging and she guessed it was time to go into the next level with her friendship with Shadow. Hugging a friend wasn’t wrong after all. She looked up to see his reaction, and he just had a surprised look on face. 

“hehe…heheheh”- Amy giggle as she separated from Shadow and turn around to get the ingredients to make cookies.

“What are you laughing about Rose?”- Shadow asked as he eyes followed Amy.

“Nothing, just your expression.. I have to say it was kinda cute”


“Well, I won’t do it if you don’t want me too”- Amy said smiling, if Shadow didn’t want to be hugged, then she had nothing else to do but to respect his decision.


Amy felt Shadow’s gaze towards her, at every movement she did while preparing her things to make the cookies. That’s when she thought…

“hey, Shadow. Do you want to learn how to bake this?”

“Why would I do that?, I have you to make them for me. And besides, If I learn how to make them on my own, I wouldn’t have an excuse to come see you.”

“Well, I won’t be here forever, you know? and…I actually, well.. thought that you liked to come here not only because of my cookies, but because you, like me?”

Amy noticed Shadow’s change, his eyes opened a bit more and he seem to confuse the word “like.”

“In a non- romantic, comrade type of way!”- Amy quickly turned around to cut the cookie dough and kept Shadow from looking at her blush.

“Very well then, let’s began…”- Shadow came closer to Amy, ready to get his first lesson.

“But Amy…”- Amy turned her head to Shadow as she hear him call her name.

“Please, don’t remind me again that in a future you won’t be here.”

The lesson went smoothly after that. Amy felt bad for remembering Shadow about his immortality. So she try to make her lesson more fun for the both of them to enjoy. Shadow seemed to have had a good time as he learn to make cookies and in between recipes he took more bites of the different kind of doughs, which made him be in a better mood.

“Well, all done!”- Amy said happily and with pride, the tray was full of different kind of cookies.

“Rose… they are all burnt”

“Yeah, but you made it yourself, its a beginning! You should be proud!”- Amy sightly punch him in the shoulder in which Shadow pretend to be hurt and touched his shoulder as in to gain a bit of pity from Amy so she could let him eat part of her cookies.

They sat down in the sofa and with milk began to eat the cookies.

“They taste great Shadow! The burn part makes it have a different flavor.”- Shadow knew Amy was lying as he had tried his own cookies, but smirked at the nice thing the pink hedgehog said. They continued eating and watching a reality show in the TV until Shadow interrupted.

“Hey Rose, look at what I found”- Shadow said pulling out a green Chaos Emerald.

“Oh, you did find it after all!”

“Yeah, I had to fight some robots, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle”

“Are you going to look for the other ones?”

“Yes, but since I already have one, it means that I must leave for sometime”

“What do you mean?”- Amy asked putting down her cookie and milk.

“With the previous battle I had, I am sure that Lyric is back… some of the robots I fought were under their command. Some of those robots were Eggman’s  prototypes… they know I have the Chaos Emerald, If I stay here I’ll put everyone in danger.”- Shadow said, looking straight at Amy’s eyes.

“But-but where would you be?”- Amy was really worry, she didn’t like the idea of having to wait for Shadow to come back, wondering if he was safe or not.

“To be honest, I don’t know, I’ll hide and plan my next move as I go. I need to get all the Chaos Emeralds, that way I can stop whatever plan Lyric has.”

“Then, I’ll go with you!”

“It’s dangerous, Rose”

“I can take care of myself”

“I know that but…”

“And besides, I don’t want to put anyone in danger either”


Amy went to her room, and looked through her things. Meanwhile, Shadow wonder what in Chaos was Amy meaning by “ I don’t want to hurt anyone either”. When Amy came back, Shadow understood her words.

“A Chaos Emerald?!”- Shadow said surprised as Amy showed him a red Chaos Emerald.

“Where did you find it?”

“I believe this was the emerald you were trying to look for in the forest a few weeks ago, when you were injured.”

“So that’s why you were in the forest that night? You can also sense Chaos energy?”

“Only when I am really close to them. In reality, I was trying to find some berries for a cooking recipe when I sensed the energy, I looked futher into the forest and I found it. And I also found you not too far away from it.”- Amy said as she took a sit in the sofa close to Shadow.

“Amy, you can still give it to me and I’ll-”- Shadow began but she interrupted him.

“No, I found it. And I am resposible for it now. Please Shadow, let me go with you.”

Shadow thought for a moment, and he couldn’t just take the emerald from Amy and leave. Amy wouldn’t forgive him and he knew that.

“Fine”- Shadow finally agreed, not really sure about his decision.

“Yes! When are we leaving?”- Amy said, glad that Shadow accepted her request.

“Tomorrow morning”

“Well then, you should stay here the night”

“I accept”

“Great, I’ll make us some snacks for the trip”- Amy said as she stood up and went to the kitchen.

“oh and Amy…”- Shadow began and Amy turned around, there weren’t many times that Shadow called her by her name, she knew it has serious business when he did.


“I like your cookies, but I also like you”


“In a totally non-romantic, comrade type of way”

A/N: if there’s enough support I’ll continue, I must say that real romance begans after this chapter~~~

Haikyuu!! Pairings + Bullying Headcanons

Headcanons about some of the Haikyuu!! pairings when one is being bullied/teased & how they feel, along with how their partner reacts to it.

I made a post that was very similar to this prompt, so if you would like to see more like this, you can find it here.

Includes mentions of bullying and some with minor violence.

Thank you very much for this request and I hope you all enjoy!

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Do Not Go Quietly: Prologue

A Twin Shepard Zombie AU 

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Ten years ago, a relentless zombie virus hit the town of Mindoir and was the beginning of the end of the world. Twins Jane and John Shepard have been on the run ever since, trying to survive and protect one another. Now teamed up with the Alliance, a powerful resistance group, they scavenge the wasteland for supplies, strongholds, and for answers. When by sheer accident, Jane ends up in the care of Miranda, an ex-Cerberus agent, she realizes that Miranda might have the key to saving humanity and stopping the end of the world.

A/N: I’m so happy to finally share this with you guys, as it’s been hard not to spill and start posting it immediately after writing it. I’m going to aim for updates every Friday, and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts!! Thanks so much to @elenafishersgf, @renlyslittlerose, and @bisexualholden for being amazing sounding boards through this process. And also massive thanks to @liillin for the AMAZING art.

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garethbail  asked:

hey! :) me and my ballet school are doing coppelia as our show and it would be really cool if you could give the story of it, like you did with giselle, thank you! :)

coppelia opens on this dude dr. coppelius 

dr. coppelius is sorta the town weirdo, much in the way that belle’s dad in beauty and the beast or doc brown in back to the future are the town weirdos. he’s an inventor, but no one knows what he actually does. all they know is that he has a hot daughter who sits in his balcony and reads all day, and like a rude lil bitch ignores everybody else in town.

maybe part of the reason why this family is so ostracized is because her name is coppelia, meaning that her name would be COPPELIA COPPELIUS. that’s like naming your kid john johnson or jacob jacobs. cruel and fucking unusual punishment.

entre swanilda, the cutest, sassiest fox in town. 

she’s fun and awesome and a little bit of a bitch. she comes raring to go out of her house and waves to coppelia, who like the little asshole she is, ignores her. of course swanilda gets a little pissed, starts shaking her fist at her (maybe shouldve just used one finger) and runs off to go hide to scare her boyfriend, franz, when he comes out. 

franz comes out, but, seeing that his girlfriend is not there, decides it would be better to flirt with coppelia in her window. he starts blowing her kisses and whattaya know this chick who has ignored everyone all day stand up all awkwardly and bitch starts WAVIN

franz of course is into it, until dr. c comes out of the balcony instead all overprotective dad style like “what the hell are you doing waving at my daughter” and franz is embarrassed 

swanilda, a little pissed, comes out chasing a butterfly cause she is adorable, and is once again pissed when franz catches it in his hat, but kills it and pins it onto his fucking vest. swanilda is pissed off by animal cruelty and stuff and runs out followed by her desperate puppy dog boyfriend

 in comes the villagers, who have to dance a little bit to show how happy they are, and the burgomaster. burgomaster is a fancy word for like an old timey mayor, and he has come to announce that they are getting a new bell. every couple that gets married on new bell day so of course the burgomaster turns to swanilda and is like “so beyotch you gotta lockdown on that franz dude yet”

swanilda is like “i dunno let’s TEST IT” and instead of seeing their compatibility by like comparing their interests or taking a quiz on match dot com, they use the age old tradition of shaking a dried up wheat, and if it rattles thats true love there bih. this dick kills helpless animals and flirts with other women but LET A WHEAT DECIDE IF YOUR LOVE IS TRUE THATLL ENSURE ETERNAL LOVE

the corn gives nothing because the wheat knows better about swanildas relationship than she does, and so swanilda leaves all like “fuck you franz this wheat knows more about our relationship than i do” 

so theres a little bit more dancing because HAPPY TOWNSFOLK but basically swanildas like ‘fuck you franz” and clears out to go sulk with her girlfriends. at this point dr. coppelius decides he needsto go get a drink to loosen up after doing lord knows what all day, and locks up his house to go to the local pub or whatever. a group of already drunk boys come out like “YOU WANNA TUSSLE DR C” . when girls get drunk, we compliment strangers in bathrooms and commit small acts of crime, while boys apparently feel the need to harass old men

in the ruckus, he drops his key, and swanilda and her girlfriends come out all like “let’s fuck some shit up and commit a petty crime ourselves” probably because swanilda is pissed about her boy problems and wants to do something reckless. with a lot of convincing the girls decide to commit GIRLS NIGHT OUT BREAKING AND ENTERING, the most fun a girl can have without alcohol involved

act 2 opens on the girls trying to get to the real goal of the night: seeing what the fuck is up with this flirty asshole coppelia. all freaked out because crime is scary, the girls venture into dr. c’s house, and seeing a shit ton of people inside, they do the only logical thing and cower into their fingers.

here we find out what dr. coppelis’ real job is- hes a doll maker. these arent real people they are hiding from in plain sight- thank goodness, because they would be totally caught like the dumb dumbs they are- but life sized dolls. not realizing that there is a pattern here, the girls still go to look for coppelia. 

they find her, once again reading behind a curtain, and at first freak out again. then swanilda is like “what the fuck we are already here, might as well be polite” and all the girls start to bow and exchange pleasantries with coppelia, only for this bitch to ignore them AGAIN. realizing that maybe there is more to this story than just that this girl really likes to read, swanilda touches this girl’s fucking skirt and gets all up in her damn bidness, realizing that she too, is in fact a doll.

(that’s ballerina speak for “bitch is a fucking doll”)

so they start moving shit around, setting the automated dolls in motion all yay petty crime before “shit shit shit shit he’s back.” the girls run around in a frenzy, dashing out the door or out the window or whatever as coppelius tries to whack at them with his cane, and swanilda, left behind by her no good bitch ass frands, is all like “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT” before where does she hide but the coppelia closet.

dr coppelius is like “finally a peaceful night indoors” when what should happen when franz, the UNFAITHFUL LITTLE ASSWIPE THAT HE IS, decides to climb a ladder up to see coppelia because apparently if his real girlfriend wont pay attention to him, he must get off somehow. hes all like “please please im thirsty for your daughter,” and dr. coppelius, who has got some shifty business going on is like “damn son come sit have some alcohol with me” and DRUGS THAT SUCKER ASLEEP

his plan is to use magic to transfer franz’ life force to coppelia to bring her to life, because he is very lonely and everyone in town is mean to him AND YOU CANT BLAME THE MAN FOR SEEKING COMPANIONSHIP. too bad however, when he opens the curtain, it is not coppelia, but swanilda who has put on the doll clothes so as to better disguise herself. 

she realizes what kinda shit is happening here, seeing the spilled alcohol and the big book usually labeled something like “how to bring dolls to life for dummies” and is like okay better play along with this twisted wizard so i can save my idiot of a boyfriend. she starts to play around, acting as if she is the doll slowly becoming animated. she moves all jerky like when you try to get out of bed after a day of pilates, and then gets all speedy and real dancy and stuff because lets FUCKING GET DOWN WITH IT

dr. coppelius is so into the fact that damn is he good at magic or what that he does not notice that this is not the beautiful doll he fashioned completely with his hands, but the teenage girl who he made fun of earlier int he square when she was trying to wave at the aforementioned doll daughter. also, if you may remember, he did go to the pub, so he may be a bit tipsy as well.

as swanilda dances pretending to be coppelia she tries to knock some shit over, setting the other fucking weirdo dolls in motion so that she can try to shake franz awake while coppelius is distracted. in the midst of this giant ass game of playing some life or death fucking charades, she grabs her good for nothing fuckwagon of a boyfriend and SPRINTS THE FUCK OUT OF THERE showing franz that coppelia was only a glorified mannequin and leaving dr. coppelius with his broken, and now naked doll, the one precious thing in his life DESTROYED by horny and angry teenagers

the next day is the wedding celebration, and swanilda and franz are about to tie the motherfucking knot, despite the fact that he literally was trying to CHEAT ON HER WITH A DOLL the night before, when dr. coppelius comes in all like “ you broke into my house and vandalized my property and also possibily scared me for life.” swanilda offers him her dowry and then the burgomaster gives him cold hard cash, which shuts him up pretty fast, and the festivities begin

there has to be some dancing to honor the new bell, and most of it doesnt make sense, but basically the bell rings to remind the villagers to do shit because they dont have any DAMN CLOCKS. some lovely ladies dance to remind them for things like prayer- so they can have their Jesus time, morning- because nobody got any alarms there, and the waltz of the hours- which is all like remember that you got some real shit to do today.

they get married all happily and everyone lives on a little confused and worse for wear, but happier than before

*shuts down the three different story books i had to look into and the dvd of this ballet* and that is the ballet of coppelia

The Pumpkin, the Princess, and the Fairy Godmother

Summary: It’s Halloween and Dan and Phil’s five year-old-daughter, Emily, wants to go trick-or-treating. But that might be a problem as Dan is stuck in a wheelchair. But Phil and Emily come up with a brilliant idea.

A/N: Wrote this little thing with Bethany for Halloween! Okay, we are a bit late, but hey.. ^^
Also maybe Halloween is not a big deal in England, but we’re an American and a Dane writing this ha we’re useless… 
Genre: Pure fluff and awwness, disability, wheelchair.
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Daddy 5SOS Preference: Breakdowns

“Could you do a Daddy 5SOS Preference where the kids are shy and get scared of someone/people and have a breakdown?”

A/N: I just took a random movie for Calum’s pref. I know that Mockingjay is already out, but I am the writer and I can do what I want :)

Luke “Ready to go, darling daughter?” Luke cooed, picking up three year old Kayla. “We’ve got a red carpet to walk. And you’re looking so much prettier than I could ever be,” he smiled. You came out and smiled at the two of them, dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie.

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The Halloween Party

Summary: University AU. Cosima and Delphine have been inseparable for months after having met the previous summer. Building tension can no longer be ignored when Cosima convinces Delphine to come to her friend’s Halloween party. Happy Halloween.

Rating: M


Also found: AO3 and

Yes I know the title is lame. I’m sorry.

Many thanks to Cophinaphile and Twig-height for betaing for me.

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Seventeen Reaction - Halloween date

This was requested by the lovely @xli-lix Thanks for the request <3


S. Coups would want to stay inside on your Halloween date, and lets be honest, you did too. Your work was getting stressful so a quiet night in was great. Even though you only planned to get food and watch Halloween movies all night - Seungcheol would try and make it perfect. He’d have takeaway menus laid out on the coffee table, blankets at the ready, a whole collection of movie types - from horror to comedy, and he would literally do everything possible to make you feel relaxed and comfortable on your date. You’d probably fall asleep on his shoulder, not wanting to move away from his warmth. He’d kiss your forehead before laying his head on your’s.


Wonwoo may be the dark, unreadable guy that you thought would never plan a date like this, but Wonwoo would try and be romantic as ever. He’d be the type to show up at your door, but when you answered he’d say something along the lines of, “trick or treat,” to make you laugh. He wouldn’t take you to a restaurant or plan a midnight picnic with you - he’d want to keep it simple, probably taking you for a walk somewhere. Wonwoo wouldn’t know where he was taking you, and you wouldn’t care. At some point you’d sit on a park bench together, watching the children and their parents laugh and scare each other in the streets, and Wonwoo would take your hand, enveloping your cold hands inside of his.   


Now this guy? Oh he would go all out. Mingyu would arrange to pick up his younger cousin/ family member and take them around the estates to collect sweets, so when he invited you - and called it a date - you would have been thrilled. Shocked, but thrilled. Mingyu would not only have his arm wrapped around you as you walked to houses, he would also be holding his younger family member’s hand, making sure they didn’t trip or run off. He would be so sweet, and when the child got tired of walking, he’d bend down to their height and pick them up, putting them on his shoulders. He’d also be the type to make stupid corny jokes as you walked around, all being so bad that they were funny. 


Vernon would do something simple, something really simple. Hansol would take you out during the day, not wanting to make you go out at night when you have work the next day. He’d take you to a coffee shop, one that was always quiet, and he’d order you the largest seasonal drink on the menu, wanting to treat you. With Vernon it would be a really relaxed date, one where you talked and talked about nothing and everything. However, the whole time you were talking, Hansol would look you in the eyes, which would make you blush and look down at your drink. Everytime you did this, you’d hear Hansol let out a short laugh before he’d make a joke and change the subject to make you comfortable again.


Now we all know Hoshi is unpredictable as fuck, so in his case he probably wouldn’t have even planned a date. Hoshi would just come over after rehearsal, not telling you he was coming over, or knowing what he was going to ask you to do with him. When he did show up at the door, he’d give you that cheeky grin of his and you’d let him in without even thinking about it. Hoshi would put some music on through the speaker’s as you prepared dinner, and he’d grab your hands really gently and make you dance to the music with him. At first you’d be reluctant, but who would deny Hoshi? In the end you’d both be using the kitchen as your ‘dancing stage’ as you both danced stupidly with each other. However, this would have its negatives, and you would completely forget about the dinner that was now burning in the oven.

don’t tell me this gif didn’t make you smile


Jun is such a sweetheart, and he would have already gone and prepared everything he thought you’d both need on your date. When he came to your home, you excitedly grabbed the bag he was carrying and started emptying the food onto the kitchen table. “Baking?” You asked excitedly. “Not just baking,” he’d correct, “Halloween cupcakes!” Jun would spend ages looking for the perfect recipe, while you waited impatiently, but when he did find one, you both spent the next few hours baking. And by baking I mean throwing the ingredients at each other and Jun yelling at you (jokingly) in Chinese. The cupcakes wouldn’t end up as good as they looked though - as you both forgot to put the sugar into the mix as you were too busy attacking one another with flour. 

The 8 / Minghao

Now we may all think of Minghao as an innocent little kid but this guy would plan the perfect revenge date. The boy’s were always pranking you as you were an easy target, and The 8 thought that for this date you both could get revenge. You’d meet him at the dorms, while everyone else was at rehearsal, and set traps all around the dorm with Minghao. It surprised you how clever and tactical he was when laying the traps, he new exactly where to place them, and how they worked. The best part of the date would be when the boys got home and started shouting and screaming every time they did something around the house. You and Minghao would stay on the couch, you leaning into his chest as you both laughed.


Dino would want to take you on a Trick or Treat date. He would make you get dressed up and would walk to your house in his costume, practically running due to excitement of wanting to start the date. He’d also be excited to see what you had decided to dress up as, as you had refused to tell him to keep it a surprise. He’d be in shock when he saw you, as you had done your makeup and styled your hair differently, to match your outfit. Chan would totally try and sneak secret looks at you the whole night, just admiring you, and he’d even go out of his comfort zone and every so often and lean towards you, kissing your cheek gently. 


WOW OKAY Woozi would probably take you somewhere really creepily scary for your date, like a corn maze or something. Lets be honest, Woozi is one of the bravest guy’s in Seventeen (I bet he is so used to be being jump scared by the boys) and he’d comfort you while you both lined up, holding your hand and bringing you closer to him. He would ask you if you were sure you wanted to do it, fully okay with turning around and going back home if you were too scared, but you’d insist on staying. In the end you’d have so much fun running around the corn maze, getting over the scared feeling and laughing every time something jumped out of the corn. Woozi would laugh along too, but still never letting go of your hand. 


Seungkwan would take you shopping for your date, taking you to costume shops so you could pick out matching costumes for the Pledis Halloween party that night. I can imagine him putting on a sassy stylist personality to make you laugh, and he’d choose your outfits by saying ‘darling’ a lot and snapping his fingers dramatically. Let’s be honest, Seungkwan doing this would have you in fits, making you laugh harder then you ever had. In the end you’d both find perfects costumes, and you’d go back to your house to get ready for the party. You’d do Seungkwan’s halloween makeup for him, and he wouldn’t be able to resit kissing you as you worked, which earned him a scolding as you smudged his eyeliner.                                                     


Jeonghan would defienlty take you to an amusement park (you know like when Disney goes halloween themed?) He’d buy you both matching headbands with bouncing pumpkins on or something, and you’d both try and go on as many rides as possible in the time you had there. If you weren’t a fan of rides you would spend the night doing those little halloween themed trails and meet all the characters, posing for photos together. No matter what your personality is, Jeonghan would make sure you’d have the best night ever, always wanting to see you were smiling. At the end of the night you’d both buy hoodies together, and you’d probably end up wearing the one he bought every time you visit the dorms in the future. 


Joshua has said that he loves watching horror movies, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he took you to a haunted house for your date together. He would be more gentle with you than Woozi would be, hugging you from behind with his head resting on yours while you were in the queue, trying to calm you. If you got scared in the building, he’d pull your face into his chest, and move you quickly along. When it had finished, you’d probably laugh at how scared you reacted with Joshua, while sipping on a hot drink he bought you from the food stand. The night would end with him hugging you so you’d stay warm as it got colder and colder. 

DK / Seokmin 

I could imagine that Seokmin would want to stay indoors for your date, and he’d bring over loads of classic halloween movies for you to watch together. Some of the movies would be scary, but most of them would be funny ones, like the Adams Family, Hocus Pocus and Ghostbusters for you both to watch. You’d have the heating set on high with loads of unhealthy snacks to eat while you watched the films and you’d both also takes loads of selfies as the opening adverts for the movies played, pulling funny, fake scary, and laughing faces at the camera. Seokmin would be the one to fall asleep though, not you. He’d be so tired after rehearsing all day, so you’d put a blanket over him to keep him warm. 

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Mayday Parade

Stay - Mayday Parade (5SOS His POV)



All the love’s still there I just don’t know what to do with it now
You know, I still can’t believe we both did some things I don’t even wanna think about

Fights, fights and fights, that was our routine since I came back from tour. I admit it I cheated on her while I was on tour but it was with someone I don’t even remember the name, however she cheated on me with my best friend. We gave each other another opportunity but this wasn’t working out. “You dumbass, you just ruined the table. I told you not to put your feet there while playing video games.” She shouted at me. “Then why is it there, it must be there for something.” I shouted back. “Well not for your feet.” She complained. “Y/N this is not working out, I mean our relationship. We always fight and that is obviously not a good sign of happiness, I give up.” I sighed. “You’re right, I give up too.” She said. I was giving up on our relationship not on her, I still loved her. But there was something else to fix first before getting back together, trust. I packed my clothes and left the apartment without saying goodbye, it was better that way. She knew I will always be there for her as she is for me. I decided to go to Calum’s house, he knew my relationship with Y/N wasn’t working anymore and he was really supportive about it. I’ll see her one day, maybe. There was something I was sure about, trust wouldn’t come back so easy.


Oh can you tell, I haven’t slept very well since the last time that we spoke
you said: “Please understand if I see you again don’t even say hello.”

This happened so fast, she said she had found someone better than me. She said I didn’t cared about her anymore, the biggest lie of my life. Of course I cared about her, everything I’ve done for her when we were together is just a part of my memory now. I guess the guy she thought was better than me was actually a douche bag since he treated her like shit in a party last weekend. I went to the park to clear my mind and I found her there sitting on the grass alone. It was a cold and windy day and she wasn’t wearing a sweater. Her small body was so fragile, I could literally see her shivering. I took off my sweater and walked towards her, as near as I got there she saw me and her face dropped. “Hey.” I said. “Hey.” “Here take my sweater before you get a cold.” She nodded and wore my sweater indecisive. I smiled at her and walked away, I didn’t want Y/N to feel awkward with my presence. “Ashton, wait.” She said. I turned around and walked back to her. “I thought you didn’t want me to speak to you again and that you found someone better than me.” I mumbled. “Sorry, I was wrong about him. He was using me to get his ex girlfriend back. Will you take me back please? I miss you so much.” She sobbed. “It’s hard you know, you dumped me for someone you didn’t even know and it hurt me.” I muttered. Her tears started to fall I felt miserable, I still loved her though. I hugged her tight and tugged her hair behind her ear. “But I still love you after all.” I whispered in her ear.


I’ll admit I was wrong about everything cause I’m high and I don’t wanna come down
All the fun that we had on your mothers couch, I don’t even wanna think about

“I’m serious Calum, get the fuck out of here.” She demanded. “You don’t get to give me orders, you’re not my mother Y/N.” I hissed pushing her against the wall. “Calum stop, you’re always drunk. I can’t count the times you’ve gotten drunk with your friends and then come here to make a mess in our house.” She shouted. “It’s not like I’m drunk every single day.” “YOU ARE DUNK EVERY SINGLE DAY CALUM. NOW LEAVE!” She yelled. “I won’t leave, this is my house too.” I said. “Fine if you you don’t I will.” She said and pushed me off. She ran upstairs and started packing up her clothes, I ran behind her I didn’t want her to leave. “What do you think you’re doing?” I slurred. “I told you I’m leaving, I can’t deal with you anymore.” She said. “Don’t go, I’m sorry.” I murmured. “I wish I had never met you, I don’t love you.” She said still packing not looking at me. “We both know that’s not true, don’t you remember everything we did on your mother’s house?” I said lifting her chin up forcing her to look directly at me. “I don’t.” She lied getting my hand of her chin. “Do I need to remind you?” I asked corning her to the bed and pushing her gently to it.


I’m not strong enough for the both of us, what was I supposed to do
You know I love you.

Yesterday we had a big fight, about something stupid and he haven’t talked since then. She accompanied me to the airport, I had to go on tour with my band. The car ride was silent and I could tell she was sad, I was sad too. It was my time take my flight with the boys. “Don’t leave, stay with me.” She cried at the airport. “I have to leave you know that.” I said and she looked down. “I’m sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have exaggerated things.” She sobbed. “Oh no, it’s all my fault. I am the one that is sorry about last night.” I hugged her. “I’m gonna miss you Luke, I don’t want you to leave me here alone.” She sobbed. “I’m gonna miss you too more than you can imagine.” She hugged me back. “Luke hurry up!” Calum shouted. She hugged me even tighter if that was possible. “I love you Y/N, you have to let me go. This is not a goodbye, this is a see you later. I’ll text you everyday.” I whispered in her ear. She let me go and I kissed her tears away. “C’mon mate.” Ashton said pulling me away from Y/N, she started crying again and mouthed an I love you too Luke. Watching her crying made me cry too, I didn’t want to leave her alone. I’ll be back to see her soon.

anonymous asked:

Prompt : Cat always had a crush on Indiana Jones (because....duh...) but since she knows her she has a crush (and maybe more) on Kara... The problem is at the Halloween Party at CatCo Kara comes dress as Indiana Jones (with the hat and everything) ! How can she resists now ?

I’m working my way through some really old prompts while my WIPs sit on the back burner as RL keeps me so busy.  So thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!

Fortune & Glory

Kara rang the doorbell as she adjusted her costume.

Her dusty brown pants sat across her hips, held in place by a large buckled leather belt.  On one hip sat a plastic hunting knife in a leather holster and a 30’s replica pistol was tucked into the back of the pants.  Dark brown hiking boots gave her a couple extra inches of height.

Her khaki colored button down gaped open across her collarbones.  She may have left a couple extra buttons unfastened.  After all, Indy always looked so wonderfully disheveled when hanging from airplanes and racing jeeps across the desert.  She was going for authentic, after all.  If a bit of her cleavage peeked out where that third button would normally sit, it was all in the name of realism.  The effect was slightly enhanced by the real live bullwhip that coiled over her shoulder, across her broad back and settled between her breasts.

She removed her fedora to brush back a couple of stray hairs and was just replacing it at a rakish angle across her forehead when the front door flew open and a tiny Superman stood on the other side.

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The Alpaca Whisperer - Chapter 1

The Alpaca Whisperer
an epic story of love, courage, and poultry

Hartbig AU by iloveyouinchinese & isilagdur

beta extraordinaire: haveyouseenmyplot

Hey! Before reading, check out the prologue- otherwise, this won’t make much sense. Or don’t, you know. Some people like to be purposefully out of the loop. Maybe it makes them feel validated. Maybe it makes them feel alive. Next chapter will be here within the next few weeks so stay tuned and stay breathin’.


Previously on AW:

…It was so different, yet so alarmingly similar, sitting in the kitchen the first day they met, waiting to see her for the first time. She had been nervous, she remembers. She had bitten at her fingernail and stared out the window. Presently, Grace stares out the window, biting her fingernail, and wonders how different this time would be.

Summer 2014

“Honestly, I couldn’t eat another bite.” Hannah leans back in her chair with her hands crossed over her stomach, wincing slightly.

Aunt Carol shoots Grace a knowing glance. “I told you she was eating less in L.A. Can’t even handle a full meal.”

Grace snorts a little, nodding sympathetically at Carol. “You’re right. She gets tinier and tinier every day. Eventually there’s going to be nothing left but a snapback and a little leather-bound notebook.”

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