and i know the writing is annoying

Bts cheering you up:

Request: I just read all ur writings and Omgg there so adorable ur amazing😆😍 I was wondering if u cud do one of bts reacting to their s/o sobbing over something the members can’t really help. Like it’s not anything specific it cud b smthg like being stressed or annoyed🤔 How wud the members distract or cheer up their s/o

A/ N: cute, did you know you sent this after I closed the requests?


Jin:

Originally posted by jiminiemini

Food and a legion of lame dad jokes. Basic but it gets the job done so why complaining. Seokjin is actually a really fun dude to be around so I doubt you’ll stay as stressed as you were for a long time.

Suga:

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

His calm and cool aura will change in a millisecond once he sensed you’re feeling down and he is pulling silly faces, dancing weirdly, ordering your favorite takeout. He is working his hidden charm.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Look I don’t know how to explain it he just can. He can make the most tense person feel easy, make a crying person laugh, he just can make you feel better. I call it the Hobi spell.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

He would try to keep a distance so you’ll calm down on your own but seeing you crying will change his plans. Your tears are his weakness and now it’s his job to pull that award winning smile and oulling you into his chest to try doing anything to make you feel better, from watching a romcom to dangerously trying to cook you a cheer up snack.

Jimin:

Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

At first he is serious like babe talk to me, holding hands and kissing your cheeks but that’s just half the Jimin right? Slowly his methods will turn over and giggling you out of your state seemed like the best solution for the both of you.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by mvssmedia

You’re sad, he’s sad so Taehyuung will be trying everything and I litrally mean everything to make you feel better. Food, music, dancing, going for a ride, cuddling. He will dedicate all his talents, abilities and time to make sure you will never cry or pout again.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Talk to him. He will ask questions, wanting to understand the full situaion before making his move. Obviously video games will be an option, otherwise he will try to seduce you with your favorite food until you cave in. Music will be an imortant factor too. I see him pulling you into his lap and listening to music through a shared headphone while he sings to you.

edolicious  asked:

Somebody needs 2 die prompt

Okay, so you may already know this, but I love taking angsty prompts and making them fluffy, soooo…


“Look, someone needs to die.”

Adrien shot Nino a sharp glare. “Well, it’s not going to be me.”

They both stared each other down for a moment. Finally, Nino glanced at the clock. “Okay, our reservation is in five minutes, and we’re both still in our pajamas. One of us has to die or we’re going to miss it.”

“Look, I have a lot riding on this. I’m not giving up.”

Nino rolled his eyes and dropped the controller into his lap. “Doing the dishes for a week isn’t a lot.”

Adrien frowned. “You know I hate dishes.”

“Fine, let’s just pause it and finish after dinner.”

They both glanced down at the cat they’d adopted together, curled up between them. As docile as he seemed at the moment, Plagg Jr. enjoyed causing trouble, and he didn’t hesitate to wreak havoc while Adrien and Nino were out. Knowing their luck, he’d probably be chewing on the controllers and system cables before they made it to the restaurant.

“Yeah, okay, bad idea.”

Adrien sighed. “Okay, how about this? I’ll lose if we take the bet off the table.”

“What?” Nino straightened. “No way! I’ve done the dishes for a month cause you keep winning! The bet is totally still on!”

“Fine! So, we’ll just miss dinner!”

The two sulked at each other before Nino reached out to gently scratch around Plagg Jr.’s ears. He relaxed as he the cat began to purr between them. “You know…we could always skip it and just order takeout.”

Adrien brightened. “I like that idea.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on writing trans any advice on writing trans characters in a way where readers, like, know that they're trans but it doesn't feel forced? Idk how to put it (I'm new to this) but basically keeping it realistic but a part of the character??? Sorry if this is annoying

hey, this isn’t annoying! sorry for taking so long to get to this– i wanted to give it the proper amount of attention and words, which is oftentimes pretty hard to do on mobile.

so a good rule of thumb for writing ANY sort of oppressed or minority character if you’re not a part of that actual group is to go ahead and write diverse characters, but don’t try to write about their problems, especially if you haven’t done any research or spoken to any real people who are members of those groups. for example, i have no business writing about a black character’s struggle with racism, because that’s not an experience i’ll ever have. no matter how good my intentions were, the chances of me accidentally being offensive or stereotypical are pretty high. this isn’t a hard or fast rule, but if you aren’t trans yourself, DEFINITELY do some research and talk to people as you’re writing.

as for writing trans characters specifically: it depends on what you’re doing with them, to be honest! are you writing from their point of view? if so, it might not be out of place to mention dysphoria, binding/wearing breastforms (you didn’t specify if your character was transmasc or transfem), and stuff like that, though you definitely shouldn’t go overboard with that– especially if the story isn’t About™ the trans character’s transition.

if the story isn’t from their point of view, you can just drop hints here and there! here’s a quick example i just came up with on the fly. alex is a cis guy, while rex is a trans guy:

“Dude, I’m starving,” Alex complained as he sprawled across the couch. “Can we go get food?”

“Can’t we just get a pizza delivered?” Rex asked. “My binder is still in the dryer.”

Alex nodded, his eyes closed. “Fine with me. Gimme your phone.”

The next thing he felt was a small, solid weight hitting him in the stomach. Alex groaned and sat up in surprise to find that Rex was laughing at him from across the room.

“Asshole,” Alex grumbled. Rex didn’t seem bothered by the insult– he just shrugged, still chuckling.

so we know from the binder comment here that rex is trans, but it’s not made into a huge thing at all. this is just an example, but that’s how i personally would write a trans character if they weren’t the main character.

i don’t know if you’ve seen them or not, and i certainly don’t mean to self-promote, but i have a few fics on ao3 that prominently feature a trans character, if you wanna check those out! granted one of them IS just about his transition/life story, but his transition isn’t always the sole conflict of the story. (i’m also a trans guy myself, so keep that in mind as you read, especially if you aren’t trans yourself!)

i hope that nothing i’ve said here has dissuaded you from doing it– i endorse EVERYONE writing trans characters! it’s just that you need to go about it sensitively, especially if you aren’t trans.

if you have any more questions or anything please feel free to ask me!! i should be getting a new computer in a couple days so i’ll be around more regularly again soon

One Piece 860 Review - Vinsmokes’ Focused

//I’m not sure if this my sickness or what, but I could hear clearly the rustle of my burning cig from the distance of approx. 20cm. *gasp* Am I getting a superpower due to the fevers?


Anyhoo, I can’t seem to write too today. I’m sneezing almost all the time, but damn I gotta say, why now Ichiji wears a less formal clothes like that than the rest of his family? No cravat seen (from that angle), and he also coiled up his sleeves. He looks identical to Sanji prior this chapter. If I know my boy Ichiji pretty well, he’s getting ready of something (???). And wouldn’t even bother bother to dress nice and all. I could be wrong tho, but look at that somewhat annoyed face of his, and tell me you didn’t get something on your mind. The usual Ichiji would held up his head high, or smirks his renowned bitch face wide.

Sweet things noticed by me was Yonji seems really care to Reiju, and heck why did she needs to cold-shoulder him like that? And Niji too lmao. Did you, perchance, implied that Reiju’s also ‘having fun’ someplace else? The sexual inuendo is strong on this one, tho xD

Oh, let me end this rant fast with this. The green is Yonji, Red is Ichi, and the motherfucker in orange is Judge. I didn’t catch where is Niji (who I wanted to believe went ‘Stealth’ to somewhere) and Reiju at the moment. But you see, I don’t want to doubt Oda’s skill in story telling with his godly precision in backgrounds and character’s placements. But didn’t the Vinsmokes are being too carefree here, Oda???

I want you to said it to me that I looked up the Vinsmokes way too high, but I will debated back every last bit of your statements with the facts. And now I’m getting frantic and being paranoid that Oda will misuse the leaders of the legendary mythical army of Germa.

OR, might that bigass birdie that came right outta Sesame Street, along with Navy, only use Germa to created propaganda? I doubt it.

- Bazz @mapofallblue

clingy and annoying doesn’t bother me when it’s from the right person, i literally do not mind if my boyfriend sends me a picture of a car he likes at 3am even if I’m not really into cars, his first thought was ‘i know imma send that to my girlfriend’ and yes i love that shit

Pro tip if you’re writing something and you’re willing to put hours of research into weaponry, the time period, technology, etc, and not willing to put the same effort into learning about relevant social issues that affect the characters in your story, I have no time for you or your offensive bullshit and your excuses about ‘not knowing better’. We live in the information age. Google it. 

I want to take care of you. Yes, I know you can take good care of yourself, but I want to make sure, you are safe at all times. I won’t invade your personal space and annoy you with my face every single day, but I’ll just guide you from a distance. Without presence, just prayers. Every night, I will talk to God about you. I will ask Him to guide and protect you from danger, from pressure and temptation. I want to assure you won’t get hurt and be lost in this world full of terrible things. Because I’ve been there and it’s not a beautiful place. Even if I’m not with you, I want to keep you safe. Let my prayers take care of you, I will let God take care of you, for me.
And it’s more than enough.
—  E.J. Cenita
INFPs I’ve Met (by an INFJ)

What I noticed and observed about them: (3 Males & 2 Females)

  1. They are the introverts with a lot of friends. 
  2. Each of them have some sort of hidden talent that I don’t even know why they keep hidden in the first place. They are just so humble. (It’s annoying– I LOVE THEM). Their hidden talent most likely has something to do with the arts. 
  3. They are writers. The ones I know write blog posts, poetry, witty Facebook statuses, music, and lyrics. Self-expression is definitely a necessity for them.
  4. Two of the INFP males I know have this innocent aura that will make you want to be super nice to them and even take care of them and not bully them even if they look so easy to bully. They’re that pure.
  5. The other INFP male I know looked very tense and jittery before I first talked to him. But once I got him to start talking, he easily opened up. You just gotta reach out first.
  6. Once you reach out to them, they will open up and you’ll discover that they are such cool people with strong opinions and beliefs. (pretty much closet ENFPs)
  7. The two INFP females on the other hand were the ones who seemed loud at first–probably ‘cause they were with their friends–but ended up being really deep and humble people (I love it).
  8. They are nice and civil to everyone. They don’t show it when they dislike someone (however, their close friends will know). They’re just that easygoing, which is why they have a lot of friends. (who are actually just mostly acquaintances to them–but they won’t tell them)
  9. They have such good humor. Especially their sarcasm. AND THE TIMING OF THEIR JOKES IS PERFECT.
  10. When they’re with their friends, you wouldn’t even think they’re introverts. They are so loud and lively with them (mostly the girl INFPs I’ve met are like this–the INFP males on the other hand are more obviously introverted). 
  11. Everyone likes them. I’m serious, what’s not to like? They are such good-hearted and open-minded people (even if they have strong beliefs). Before you know it, you’re completely yourself when you’re around them. They just make you feel homey.
  12. When they’re in a bad mood, they distance themselves. They just don’t want to be a burden, even to their friends. No matter how many times you insist to be there for them, they will shake their heads and handle their problems by themselves. After all, the fight is in their head.
  13. When they present alone in front (in class), they can be the most awkward people ever. But they do have a lot of meaningful things to say. They just aren’t used to taking the stage.
  14. Most of the ones I know suffer with anxiety. This is most likely due to the fact that they feel so deeply and tend to keep it inside–after all, Fi is their most dominant function. 
  15. They are the nicest people ever (even if it’s not all that obvious), but if you hurt them on purpose–they will remember you for it. But they will forgive (on the outside).
  16. They are the life of the party even if they aren’t loud. I don’t know, like when they aren’t present in their group of friends–there is obviously something missing. 
  17. They are good with one-on-one conversations. It’s amazing how even though they aren’t good with big crowds, they have this ability to talk to a stranger for a second and make them feel comfortable (if they want to, that is). 
  18. They are not boring at all. It’s an Ne thing–their second dominant function–that makes them so talkative and animated. If they aren’t talking about something, they’re either making weird sounds to make others laugh or saying funny movie lines aloud (similar to INTPs). 
  19. They are smart. They have their own way of understanding things and they are not clueless–I swear, they know a little about everything. Just give them a topic, and they will have an opinion about it.
  20. They have trouble saying no. I swear, the last thing they want to do is hurt someone. (Unless it’s for justice)  
  21. Music is extremely important to them. The INFPs I know either dance, play guitar, sing, or well–just need their earphones with them everyday to block out the world when they feel like it. 
  22. The vibes they give off, equal to their current mood. They are infectious.

Well, what do you guys think? :)  Agree or disagree?

Ten years from now I don’t want to tell the story of how I lost the boy of my dreams because I was too afraid to try. No, that’s not my story. This is my story.

I love you. Or at least I like you a lot. I don’t know how it works because I’ve never felt anything this strong before. That might sound crazy but it’s true. You are constantly in my head, like this annoying song stuck on repeat and you try to get it out of there but you can’t. And when we’re together I am insanely happy. And I say insanely because it’s just so much happiness that it almost drives me insane thinking about it. You are goofy and handsome and smart and incredible and so beautiful. Just all of you, in every way, is beautiful.

So maybe my story won’t end with you and me being together. Maybe we won’t ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. But now I know I’ve tried. My story may not be perfect but at least I know that I wrote it, I didn’t let it write me.
—  Story time.

anonymous asked:

As a bit of an enthusiast when it comes to historical fashion it annoys me they tried to "modernize" it. Like the original dress wasn't period-accurate either, but it DID have a basis in history (albeit the wrong period), whereas the new dress doesn't seem to have any respect to history

i feel you, but if they had ditched the historical accuracy for a good looking dress, i would let it slide. like, i can’t speak for historical accuracy on cinderella’s dress, but just look at this

it really looks like a magical dress. like a big, fluffy, beautiful blue cloud of a dress. just looking at it makes me want to reach out and feel it’s texture. the only downside is the too tight corset, imo, but just loose it up a bit, let the poor girl fucking breathe, and you have a simple, yet regal and dreamy dress. a++

now compare it to this and just

what is this stiff, piss-colored thing. what the hell. it looks as sad as i feel while seeing it.

actually, for better accuracy, just take these two similar shots of the princesses wearing their respective gowns:

vs

really, in my opinion, there’s no competition. this dress is lazy and boring. step up your game once more, disney.

“how is she? i mean, is she happy now?” he asks her.
“no, she’s not happy. is that what you want to hear?” she replies annoyed.
“of course not-” he tries to say but she cuts him off.
“after you, she was heartbroken. she called me that day, drunk, and you know what she told me? she said that she can’t take it anymore, the heartbreak, the pain. i thought she would do something irrational, but she told me not to worry. the next day, it seemed as though nothing had happened. she grew thicker skin. see after everything you put her through, she grew stronger. but what i didn’t comprehend at the time was the fact that she not only closed herself off to getting hurt, but she also closed herself off to getting happy, to being happy. that smile that you fell in love with, it’s gone now. i didn’t notice it at first because i was so proud of her for being so strong, but this isn’t strength anymore. she has closed herself off to any form of happiness after you. i hope you’re happy that you practically killed my best friend,” she finishes.
The worst part of falling in love is knowing how easily you can fall out of it.
One day they start to look at you differently and stop answering your calls as much. You start finding their habits annoying instead of quirky like you use to. You start seeing the lines under their tired eyes and the edges and creases of their imperfect bodies.
In the beginning your blinded by happiness and love but by the end you can’t stop seeing what’s really there, it is inevitable to look at them and see anything but the truth.
—  v.m
A mystery herself

A/N: Heeey so I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted any writing so I’m very nervous about this one. It’s my first Jughead imagine ever, so I hope you like it and if you’d want a part 2, let me know. I already have some idea for a continuation ;)

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.825 


Originally posted by riverrdxle

She walked in like a midsummer breeze, swaying and changing the course of everything under the sun. She perturbed the usually sober times of Riverdale.

And it annoyed Jughead Jones to no end.


(Y/N) didn’t feel good. Her bitter nerves slowly morphed into a nauseous tension which took over her stomach. From the first moment she placed her foot onto the grounds of her new school, the air seemed to change drastically. And she wasn’t the only one who seemed to notice the thick, static-like uneasiness in the air. They all stared at her. Every single pair of eyes fixed her face, supposedly searching for a familiar feature.

Did everybody know everybody in this damn village?

Apparently so.

(Y/N) tried to avoid direct eye contact, although she kept her head high as she walked.

But as she reached the backyard of Riverdale High, her breath hitched in her throat. Releasing a strangled huff as she came to a sudden stop, she gripped the strip of her bag tighter between her long, shaky fingers and replaced it further on her shoulder. A sea of students was laying before her frozen figure, hundreds of eyes piercing her skull and rummaging through her mind.

(Y/N) sighed deeply and swallowed the tight lump in her throat, before urging her unsteady feet to move forward, slicing right through the yard filled with students. She held a confident pace in her step, although the heart burned by a mocking fire threatened to burst out of her chest at any moment.  

It was going to be a long day.


She didn’t expect to find herself into such a place so soon. She didn’t expect to place a single foot inside it at all, actually.

(Y/N) stood in the doorway of what seemed to be a fast food. Pop’s was filled with students which crowded the booths around the powerfully lit dine. Their loud voices travelled across the room, hitting walls and piercing (Y/N)’s ears. It was all too noisy and crowded in there for her liking, and if wasn’t for the frozen water droplets which bit at her exposed skin, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place. Not now, at least. But there was no other choice, was it?

She stole a quick glance outside and felt her eyebrows lower, urging her lids to shield her eyes more than they already had. A sharp breath passed her lips and she adjusted the strip of her bag on her shoulder once again, before scanning the room rapidly.

A mild grimace crossed her features as she acknowledged the only free spot in the entire room. It was an isolated booth, occupied by a boy she recognised briefly. A picture of their eyes connecting during classes flashed through her brain.

Lonely, raven locks hanged loosely across his forehead, narrowed eyes mirrored the shining words written on the screen of his laptop and lips pressed together tightly into a straight line.

And, of course, a grey beanie covered his head, shielding him and making him impossible to ignore at the same time.

Jughead Jones.

(Y/N) was going to sit next to Jughead Jones.

Gathering the last bit of courage in her body, (Y/N) approached his table sheepishly, her hands shoved deeply inside her pockets and her eyes wide with anticipation. Swallowing the bitter lump in her throat, she let the words drift off her tongue.

“Um- excuse me?”

His eyes snapped towards her almost instantly and (Y/N) struggled to keep herself from flinching at the sharp look she received.

“Would you mind if I sit down? It’s all crowded in here, and outside it’s raining, so I can’t actually go-”

“Fine.” he replied shortly, before his stare returned to the screen of his laptop and his fingers began typing vigorously.

(Y/N)’s chest fell as she exhaled with relief and gingerly slid into the seat opposite from the boy.

She quickly took out a pencil, a small notebook and a pair of headphones, which she connected to her phone. Gathering her bag close, she shrunk deeper into the corner near the window and leaned her head against the cold glass. She closed her eyes for a brief second, letting a soft sigh escape her lips and basking in the cool sensation which spread through her temple, before tilting her head and scribbling down a few words on the paper.

Soon enough, the words began flowing inside her head, filling her with a familiar sensation of assurance. The pen left black marks onto the white sheet and while she filled pages after pages with thoughts and drawings, a silvery, rhythmic murmur began dripping from her lips.

With a brief tilt of her head, her eyes slowly travelled towards the raven haired boy. She felt herself freeze when her eyes locked with his.  


He had been watching her all along. From the first damned moment she entered Pop’s, all uncertain and awkward, to when she leaned her head against the window and began bloody singing.

The sound of her silvery voice and the continuous scribbling of her pencil on the paper kept him from his writing.

For a reason he didn’t know, her presence made his chest constrict with a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. Uneasiness seemed a poor choice of words, but it was the closest to what he was experiencing of them all. The nerves bubbled up inside his stomach, probably waiting for the perfect moment to burst.

At first, when she showed up next to him and asked if she could sit down, he thought ignoring her would be easy. But he was so… fucking wrong.

He remembered her. From the moment he caught her Y/E/C eyes, he remembered. Seeing them in every class that day, seeking for them whenever she wasn’t there. He remembered the shy smile she gave when the teacher presented her to the rest of the class. He remembered the gleam in her eyes during Psychology, when they talked about human rights and abstract concepts like love. He remembered the burning passion in her voice and the intelligence which shined through her actions and thoughts.

He remembered all of her, and it seemed like a curse.

Fuck…  

She was probably the most distracting person he’d ever seen in his entire life.

The way she bit her lip in thought, or the way she hummed contently when a phrase she liked came up to her mind. It was all too fascinating for Jughead, a concept he couldn’t understand. The way her hair fell into her face and the way she just didn’t bother to push it away made him boil with the urge to brush it to the side with a gentle touch.

Even though it started with secret glances he stole at her crunched figure, he just found his eyes and brain wanting more, to return to the sight of her face. So, after a while, he just gave up on his tentatives of writing and focused on her entirely.

Jughead stared at her. At how her expressions changed with a flash, at the soft smile which warmed her lips from time to time, followed by a private sigh, and at her piercing, radiating eyes, which stared off into the lonely distance.

It felt… strange. Strange and highly inappropriate, he thought of a better label for his odd interest in the girl.

She was new to this town. That was her first day in a new school, with new people and different surroundings. She was a stranger to him, a girl he’d just seen around for a few hours, before she came to Pop’s, where she sat down in front of him.

Why had he said yes in the first place?

Jughead clenched his jaw and felt his fingers curl in annoyance.

It was an understatement to say he was confused… and pissed. Maybe a little bit at her, because she was so damn captivating and enchanting and just… different from all the girls he’d seen. But mainly at him, for taking such an interest in her, for his sudden change. He felt like the wall of ignorance and cold feelings he managed to build over the years was now crumbling down… because of one person.

(Y/N).

She made his temper falter slightly, just by… existing. And being there, present, sitting next to him, and murmuring so beautifully it made him grimace.

She acted so natural. So… carefree and oblivious. She seemed lost to this world, caught between the walls of her own mind, enchanted into a dance with her own thoughts…

He was still staring. Probably more intently, by now.

Shit…  

Was it even healthy? 

Probably not.   

And that made a crisp, thin feeling of fear creep into his soul, tickling the sides of his shielded heart and sending shivers down his spine.

But a sudden change into his view seemed to snap Jughead out of his trance. 

He found himself staring into (Y/E/C) orbs, which watched back with surprise. He quickly came to acknowledge all of her figure, his gaze shifting from her eyes, and shook his head slightly. 

He returned to the screen of his laptop, a pale blush warming his cheeks, hoping she’d go back to writing just as well. But he could feel her stare piercing through his head and lurking through his mind. He heard a ruffling noise as Y/N changed her position so she was facing him properly.

“You’re blushing” a soft voice rang inside his ears.


(Y/N) couldn’t help it. She didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it just slipped off her tongue.

The sight of the turbulent feelings which swam inside his eyes tickled her interest. They held a blurry surface, like a broken mirror, so no one could see inside.

(Y/N) felt intrigued in an odd way by the boy beside her.

Aside from the fact that he was damn right staring at her, she found it strange that he immediately looked away. She didn’t expect Jughead to be so… sensitive, she might say. Let alone to see him blush.

(Y/N) shifted again, placing her bag down from her lap and leaning forward a little bit to peer at the boy. The sight of his red cheeks and embarrassed expression sent her lips into a smirk.

He continued to stare at the screen of his laptop for a few moments, before finally turning his attention to her.

She smiled tenderly in his direction and he felt something melt inside him.

Shaking her head at his silence, (Y/N) withdrew her hand.

“I’m (Y/N)” she said.

Jughead’s eyes flickered towards her hand suspiciously and his stare narrowed. It took a raise of her eyebrows for him to finally shake her hand.

“Jughead” he shortly introduced himself.

A heavy silence followed their handshake. (Y/N)’s smile faded slowly, her lips pressed now in a tight line. She shielded her eyes, gaze falling to her lap and began fiddling with her fingers in an attempt to calm the fire of her cheeks.

Jughead, though, he continued to watch her with thin eyes and furrowed eyebrows. The corners of his lips twitched slightly at her bashful blushing.

“So…” he cleared his throat, an awkward expression visible on his face.

(Y/N) tilted her head to peer at him with interest.

“Seems like we’re going to stay in here for a while” he gestured to the pouring rain outside.

She absently nodded her head, her gaze drifting off to the window and watched as big drops of water slid down the window.

“You seem to like writing”

She blinked, making Jughead raise an eyebrow.

“Am I right?”

“Actually, yes, I do like writing, but it’s…”

She trailed off, with a look like she said too much, but Jughead just raised his eyebrows with curiosity, urging her to tell him more.

“It’s not a book, or something… They’re just random musings I have during a day, or just scattered thoughts I manage to catch from time to time. This is mainly filled with drawings” she held her notebook up “but, recently, I began writing very much in it”

Jughead’s features shifted with surprise.

“So you’re drawing too?”

“I’m not that good at it… but yeah. I just feel like… anything I describe in words is kind of incomplete without a drawing, and every drawing needs a few feelings on mine scribbled down next to it”  

Jughead opened his mouth to ask a question, but shut it quickly, seeming undecided on what to do.

But (Y/N) looked at him expectantly, arching one eyebrow.

“Can I… possibly take a look? Painters and artists like you intrigue me. I can’t understand how you create such masterpieces with just a crayon”

She seemed to consider his words for a moment, before she reached out to hand him the notebook. His finger brushed against hers and (Y/N) fought a strangled gasp from passing her lips, as an electric wave shot through her body.

Jughead took his time to open the notebook and look at her drawings and writing. He admired every single page. She was indeed talented, not only at drawing, but at writing too. Every single word touched his heart. She knew how to leave an impact on the reader, and take them into her mind, make them feel everything she writes and thinks.

Jughead couldn’t help but be impressed.

As his eyes focused on the next page, he felt his chest constrict. There, on the white paper, was his face, drawn with such precision he thought it was an actual picture of him.

At first, he frowned in disbelief.

“Do you draw people often?”

“Only those who attract me” (Y/N) replied with a distant voice, her nose buried into a book this time.

A wide, soft smile warmed his lips and a strange feeling filled his stomach. Jughead didn’t know how to describe it, but again, it was about (Y/N). She was a mystery herself, for that matter.

He closed the notebook slowly, then placed it on the table, in front of her.

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped up and, closing her book, she carefully focused her attention back to Jughead.

“So, you find me attractive, huh?” he smirked smugly at her, leaning in so he could take a better view at her expression.

She stared at him for a moment, before all the blood drained from her face. Her mouth fell open in horror and a ghostly gasp escaped her lips, but actual words refused to come out.

Jughead spluttered with laughter at the sight of her mortified expression.

Even though she gave him a sour face, (Y/N) quietly decided she wanted to hear him laugh like that again.

“I didn’t realise that was you. It was just an image which was stuck into my head all day, so-”

But she stopped herself short, realising what slipped past her lips. She mentally face palmed for being so stupid.

He smiled at her mistake, biting his lip to keep the laugh from erupting again.

(Y/N) decided to look outside once again, secretly wishing Jughead haven’t seen her embarrassed blush.

She frowned at the sight which took over her view. It wasn’t raining anymore. She could finally go home.

Although… she kind of liked Jughead’s company.

With a sigh, she grabbed her stuff and placed it back into her bag, before turning to Jughead. He was watching her with confused eyes.

“Are you leaving already?”

(Y/N) smiled softly at him, before gesturing to the window.

“The rain stopped. I have to go home”

His face fell with disappointment for a second, before a crooked smile lifted the corers of his mouth.

“Well, I’ll see you at school, then?”

Even though it was supposed to be a statement, it came out more like a question.

“Sure” she replied, placing her bag onto her shoulder and waving at the raven haired boy.

Jughead stood there, chewing on his tongue and watching her head for the door, not wanting to be left alone by someone for the first time in his life. Before any rational thought could stop him, he opened his mouth to yell after the girl.

“You know”

She turned around with raised eyebrows.

“This seat is always free, and I’m here every day after school, so…” he trailed off, unsure how to continue his awkward suggestion.

Her expression immediately warmed and she smiled at him brightly, a rosy tint on her cheeks.

“Are you saying I can bother you every night?”

Jughead smiled back, sensing the humour in her voice.

“Yes”

(Y/N) let out a quiet laugh, before turning on her heels and walking out the door.

“You asked for it, Jones. You can’t get rid of me that easily now. Not here, not at school” she said over her shoulder, making Jughead shake his head with a full smile.

A quiet whisper left his lips as he watched her blurry shape walk away through the foggy window.

“I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to”

A Lesson in Love (The Get Together)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,992

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. 

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@avengerstories - I honestly can’t put into words how much I appreciate you for editing this (and everything else) for me.

Originally posted by yikesevans

A knock at your front door steals your attention away from your notebook and the homework that desperately needs to be done. You groan, annoyed that you’re being interrupted; exams have started and you’ve dedicated all of your spare time to studying.

“What?” You growl.

“Bad time?” Steve asks, standing in front of you with a half-hearted smirk. Without a word, you step aside and let him enter the small apartment. He takes a seat at the kitchen table and you follow suit, moving all of your books out of the way. When you notice the serious look on his face, you lean forward and grant him your full attention.

“What’s up?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “It’s Bucky.”

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You know, what I really love about the romantic plot of Yuri on Ice:

  • It doesn’t have arguments/misunderstandings that could be solved if the characters just sat and talked to each other
  • Doesn’t have stupid love triangles
  • Doesn’t have either character pondering if they love the other character or not and drag it out
  • It doesn’t have annoying ‘rivals’ that you know are just there to provide conflict
  • It doesn’t have stupid drama points or a plot twist in which the characters have to break up even though you know they’ll get back together in the end.

Nope, it is simply about two adorable dorks learning the best way to support each other as they can and how to love themselves as well, and we get to sit back and watch.

This is the kind of romantic subplot I want to see more in stories!

as much as neil loves his boys, sharing a bed with them is a nightmare

andrew: 

  • steals the covers 
  • hides knives in the pillows without telling them
  • is an incredibly light sleeper and never stays still, which wakes neil up because he’s also a light sleeper
  • insists on letting the cats share with them (even though they scratch at the bedroom door at ungodly hours)

kevin: 

  • sleep talks 
  • sprawls his stupidly long limbs and takes up half the bed
  • refuses to apologize because neil and andrew ‘don’t need much space anyway’ 
  • is 10 000 fucking degrees but insists on sleeping with the air conditioner on so neil is both freezing and overheating at the same time

they are The Worst but he loves them so much and it’s infinitely better than being all alone in the world and sleeping on wooden benches with hardly any shelter. so he he lets out a frustrated sigh before trying once again to get comfortable enough to fall asleep 

anonymous asked:

Sherlock: Headcanon being Mycroft's daughter and skipping school for "working" with your uncle

Can this actually be my life please I wanna work with Sherlock. I had fun writing this AHHAH thanks for the request anon!

Being Mycroft’s daughter and skipping school for “work” with your uncle:

  • Sherlock likes taking you along to cases for three reasons: to annoy Mycroft, your deductions are entertaining, and sometimes you make good suggestions.
  • “This case is particularity gruesome, Sherlock.” “Call a cab, John, we’re picking up (y/n).” “Did you not just hear me say ‘gruesome’, Sherlock?” “I know. Perfect for (y/n).”
  • Mycroft obviously doesn’t drive you to school everyday, one of his assistants do. 
  • Sherlock is already at your school, waiting for your car to drive away. 
  • “Sherlock, I really don’t think we should be taking (y/n) out of class-” “Shut up John, the case is much more interesting than whatever Literature class (y/n) is in right now. She’s much too advanced for that educational nonsense.” 
  • Sherlock goes to the school office during your first class.
  • “(y/n) Holmes, please report to the office. Your uncle is here saying there is a family emergency.” “Family emergency? I don’t think- Sherlock!”
  • You love hanging out with Sherlock and John. John likes hanging out with you too, but he disagrees with Sherlock on taking you out of school. Sherlock doesn’t care. 
  • Sherlock always asks for your opinion before John’s. That kind of pisses John off, but then again he’s secretly fascinated at how tolerant and nice Sherlock is to his niece. Watching the two of you interact restores some faith in John that Sherlock is actually human.
  • “Ew, Sherlock look! That’s gross!” “Yes, good deduction, very articulate. Gross indeed.”
  • Sometimes Lestrade is there, and he’s always confused when he sees you. 
  • “(y/n)? Isn’t she supposed to be at school?” “No, Lestrade, she’s here to help replace Anderson. And don’t you dare call Mycroft.” “I already did.” “George!” “It’s Greg!”
  • So Sherlock has to rush you back to school before Mycroft is there, but his car is already waiting outside the school.
  • “Hi dad.” “Don’t ‘hi dad’ me, (y/n). Where’s your uncle?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Really, (y/n), you’re as difficult as your uncl- SHERLOCK! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
  • So Sherlock has to sit next to you in the car and the both of you usually get a lecture. Mycroft lectures Sherlock about taking you out of school to see dead bodies and he lectures you about actually going with Sherlock. 
  • But that doesn’t stop Sherlock from taking you to more cases and it doesn’t stop you from joining him. 

“You have Resting Bitch Face and I constantly worry that everyone secretly hates me so this is bound to be an interesting relationship..”

afterwards, you stretch empty fingers
into dream-space, wishing
for your own adventure. you pray
 
your hand closes around a dragon egg,
a jewelled sword-hilt,
a bloodstained rose, a crown.
 
you keep your eyes on your shadow,
keep your eyes open
as night’s breathing slows, waiting.
 
the air smells like snow, sharp and clean;
you exhale hard, picturing smoke-clouds,
picturing flames. patience remains
 
fleet-footed as a nymph, her laugh
as mocking. renown lives in distant mountains
past realms unknown, but here,
 
beauty grabs your wrist as you pass,
a bright-eyed temptress draped
in frozen pine needles.
 
afterwards, you build your own story.
you name your favourite pen,
compare word counts like a kill count, argue
 
the merits of quality over quantity. palms
dripping dream-dust, you shape your own world,
your own adventure, chase magnificence
 
at the speed of thought — you know it is yours,
surely as the long-lost heirs of faraway lands
believe in a waiting throne.
—  glorification, for @mirrorsandwindowsabstractedfocus