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anonymous asked:

You know, thinking about it, if the twins had come to Weston together, I actually wonder if R-Ciel, and O-Ciel, would have ended up in the same house. Because I see O-Ciel ending up in Blue, like he did, but I think R-Ciel could have ended up in Red house, or even Green house, if he had showed the necessary abilities. In the end, R-Ciel would probably have gotten himself, or O-Ciel transferred so they could be in the same house though. Not saying R-C isn't smart enough for Blue house, but... ehh

Hello! And well, Vincent was in Blue House, our!Ciel ended up in Blue House so I think Real!Ciel would have ended in Blue House too, or in Red House for a second possibility. 

We might not see the twin reading as much as our!Ciel, but he’s good at chess and I’m sure they’re both as clever. 

So I think they would have ended in the same house :) and as you said, I doubt real!Ciel would have let the school separate him from his brother anyway (and we know how he feels about the fag system).

Have a nice day! 

Most iconic moments from Beauty and the Beast (2017)
  • Le Fou trying to spell Gaston - G-A-S-T-i think there’s another T but it’s occurred to me I’m illiterate and have never attempted to spell it before wow this is hard 
  • Belle turning down Gaston’s dinner invite and he’s like “Oh, you’re busy” and Belle just says “No” like bitch apply cold water to your burn.
  • Cogsworth’s wife turning up at the end and him wishing he could turn back into a clock
  • Beast’s “makeover” to impress Belle- that makeup though 
  • “Have you thought about growing a beard” and that grOWL AFTERWARDS
  • Ewan McGregor and his terrible French accent
  • Beast literally taking Belle doWN with that big ass snowball 
  • HAHA WHAT WEST WING THERE IS NO WEST WING WE’RE GOING TO THE EAST WING OR AS I LIKE TO CALL IT THE ONLY WING 
  • Those three women that keep pining over Gaston turn up and Le Fou leans in and stage whispers “Never gonna happen” 
  • Those three dudes getting Schuyler sister makeovers and the third one owning it
  • Everyone forgetting about Gaston at the end like did his corpse disappear or is it laying on the grounds somewhere and everyone just left him to rot
  • Le Fou trying to comfort Gaston by telling him to think back to the war where he killed all those dudes
  • Maurice: Hey look a nice meal thank you kind person. Maurice: A FUCKING TALKING CUP WHAT AM I HIGH I’M LEAVING GOODBYE
  • Le Fou being concerned that the castle has ghosts when a literal beast lives in it
  • The Beast giving Belle a library just to prove she has horrible taste in literature
  • “Have you read all of these books???” “No, some of them are in Greek” and Belle being all “Was that a joke are you trying to joke omg”
  • Gaston being French and having no clue what Je Ne Sais Quoi means
  • Gaston complimenting himself in the mirror like “you are the most beautiful I’m not done with you yet”
  • MR POTTS AND MRS POTTS AT THE END THEY’RE SO CUTE OMG
  • Disney actually acknowledging that not all relationships are between one white male and one white female like there’s love all over the place in this movie BLESS 
Little Notes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Masterlist

Request: “A cute little Bucky X Reader idea popped into my head today. How about the reader always writes reminders/her To Do list on her hands, so she always has writing in them. She’s so busy all the time that she often falls asleep wherever she sits down in the tower. When she wakes up she sometimes finds new notes written on her hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes. Do what you wish with this little idea, I trust your creative genius! Thank you always for writing 💜” - @lovelyladylilac

Word Count: 1972

Warning: little bit of fluff

To @lovelyladylilac, thank you for requesting the cutest ideas, and thank you for checking in on me when I’m absent for too long. Even in my writer’s block and overwhelming life you’re always there to make my day and help me focus on what makes me happy. You mean the world to me! <3

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Things I LOVED about BatB 2017:

• The Prince’s make-up in the beginning, like hot DAMN
• The Prince’s Disney villain laugh, don’t ask me why, but that was so sexy
• Maurice singing
• Gaston and LeFou = dream duo
• Gaston actually being nice in the beginning
• Belle actually trying to escape
• Getting to know about Belle’s and the Prince’s childhood
• Days in the Sun, it made me cry
• THE PRINCE AS KID
• Everything about the ballroom scene
• EVERMOREEEEEEEEE
• LeFou’s character developement
• The look on the Prince’s face after the transformation - you can SEE how much he loves Belle and that made me melt
• The whole ending scene
• The dance at the end
• Belle’s and the Prince’s outifts in the end
• Especially the Prince’s, like did you see how beautiful that blue outfit was???
• The GROWL!!!
• The whole cast
• The whole soundtrack


Let’s just say I loved nearly everything about it. Gonna watch it again tomorrow.

You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend: Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist linked in bio


“Out!”

It’s the first thing Y/n wakes up to, Savannah’s outraged voice echoing along the walls of Y/n’s bedroom.

Y/n groans, squinting her eyes open at the sudden movement of her bed shaking wildly.

Savannah’s pulling the stranger out of Y/n’s bed, her merciless hands continuously pushing him out the bedroom door. He’s half awake, his slumberous daze making him scramble as he attempts to throw his clothes back on.

“Fuckin’ Jesus” the unknown man grumbles, his eyes still half closed from the immense amount of alcohol he consumed the previous night.

Savannah remains relentless, despite his attempt to get fully dressed. He even falls at one point, when he hops on one foot to get his leg through his jeans, but she doesn’t stop for a second.

You, get out of here!” she demands, her hand giving him one last shove out the door before she slams it shut.

Y/n groans again, her sensitivity to anything other than complete darkness and silence making her throw the duvets over her head and bury her face in her pillow. She’s well aware that she has to embrace the very few seconds she has of total peace and quiet before Savannah begins to lecture her for the irresponsibility she just walked into.

She’s only able to reunite with darkness for a split second before Savannah pulls the covers completely off of her, bringing her back into the horrifying sunlight.

Y/n falls off the bed, letting out a groan as her still slightly intoxicated body makes contact with the wooden floor. Her hungover state is making it nearly impossible to figure out the chaos unraveling in the room; all she can really understand is the pounding in her head and the burning in her eyes every time she exposes them from their lids.

She rolls over onto her back, huffing as her fingers dig into her eyelids. She coughs, her abrupt movements making her stomach flip with every turn she makes. She’s given no time to recover before Savannah rips her arms away from her face, gripping onto her wrists as she pulls Y/n off of the floor.

“What the fuck is going on here, Y/n?!” Savannah yells, eyes glaring at Y/n’s very, very hungover stance.

Y/n nearly trips over her own two feet as she attempts to balance herself after Savannah harshly pulled her up from her collapsed figure. If she had the capability to answer back, she would have, but she’s still fucked up from last night and can barely stomach the sunlight seeping in from the curtains.

“Is this what you’ve been up to?!” Savannah spits, angry laughter tying into her words, “Is this the kind of shit you’ve been doing while cutting everyone off?! Sleeping with random guys?!”

The last thing Savannah expected to see was Y/n in bed with a half-naked man and empty bottles of alcohol scattered across her bedroom floor. It was extremely rare for Y/n to carelessly consume alcohol and have consistent one night stands. Savannah’s witnessed her go through these phases only a handful of times throughout their friendship, all of which stemmed from Y/n’s toxic intolerance of being alone.

She should have seen this coming, though. After finding out she’s been in a relationship with someone Y/n was in love with, the first thing she should have done was check up on her. But there was so much fear holding her back, so much guilt preventing her from confronting her about it.

She wouldn’t know exactly what to say, or how to say it, without making it sound like she was the shittiest friend in the world. She had a feeling Y/n had feelings for Harry, considering she had mentioned him a plethora of times once she met him.

And Savannah still took it upon herself to date Harry, for her own selfish reasons. She never thought that it was the potential reason Y/n was so distant. That thought was the last one in the back of her head, completely throwing her off guard when she found out.

She’s tried to reach out to her multiple times, only to be deliberately ignored and shut down. After a while, she figured all Y/n wanted was space, so she stopped trying for a couple days.

But nothing stopped Harry. He’d spend hours knocking on her front door, on his knees, begging for her to speak to him. He’d call her when he wasn’t near her, because he had driven himself crazy knowing he never told Y/n what he needed to tell her so urgently.

Y/n knew—she knew just how much effort he was putting into seeing her again. She heard him, every day, through her front door, but she never knew what to do. The constant fear that Harry didn’t feel the same way back was all the convincing she needed to never speak to him again.

There’s only so much her heart could break, and she didn’t know how many more times it could before she finally snapped.

Y/n grips her head as she squints her eyes shut, hissing at the throbbing in her head when Savannah’s voice booms throughout the room. The overwhelming migraine taking over Y/n’s head practically forces her to sit on the edge of her bed, the palm of her hands still digging into her eyes.

“Not cutting anyone off,” Y/n mumbles, grumbling when she opens her eyes properly to look at Savannah, “I’m just adjusting.”

It isn’t a lie. Her intention wasn’t to ignore them, not at all. But as time went on, the more her emotions started becoming fragile; one wrong sight would have made her break.

And as stupid as it sounds, having sex was the only time she felt wanted after Harry and Savannah started dating. Even if it was in a drunken state, even if it was just purely for physical pleasure, the hours spent with random men were the only moments she felt purpose.

It was also her biggest distraction. Having one night stands was her emotional outlet, her way of letting out all of her emotions without actually doing so. It sure as hell was better than being alone—anything was.

Savannah sighs, shaking her head softly as she kneels eye level to her. She’d never seen her like this before, so lost and broken. She would have lectured her further if she wanted to because she had every right to smack some sense into her. But after all this time, after all the pain she could only imagine Y/n going through, could she really do that to her? Could she really blame her for doing this to herself?

“Y/n,” she rubs her legs, “I have been the shittiest, most horrible friend to you. I was so selfish and so inconsiderate, and I don’t blame you for not speaking to me these past couple days. But, Y/n, this—” her hands gesture around the horrendous state of her bedroom, “this isn’t adjusting. Having drunk sex isn’t going to rid your feelings for Harry. You’re suppressing your emotions, you’re running away. That’s what you’re doing.”

Y/n’s lips begin to quiver as her eyes well with tears; the first time she’s truly cried since the night she saw Harry at Lexi’s. Savannah feels somewhat relieved when she sees the tears falling from Y/n’s eyes. It isn’t a familiar sight to see, but it shows her that she’s actually accepting what she’s been hiding all along.

“You have to talk to me. I don’t care if you yell at me, Y/n. I don’t care what you do to me, but you have to talk to me. You have to show me something. I can’t be hearing about your feelings from Harry, that’s not fair for anyone.”

“What was I supposed to say?” Y/n whispers, her words breaking beneath cries she so desperately wishes she could stop.

But there’s no going back now. The alcohol is still running in her system and she’s reacting instinctively. There is nothing holding her back, not now.

“How was I supposed to tell him that I was in love with him when I knew he didn’t feel the same way? And how was I supposed to tell you anything about him when I knew this would end up happening anyways?! And what was I supposed to say to the both of you when you both decided to take it upon yourselves to flirt in front of me?!

By now, Y/n’s blood is starting to boil. The words coming out of her mouth are laced with venom, her sudden shift in mood making Savannah swallow thickly. But everything in her is operating a million miles an hour, her words coming out faster than her brain can register. She doesn’t even remember standing up from the bed while she paces around her bedroom, empty bottles rolling around the wooden floor.

“Because no matter what I would have done, it would have ended the same! The way it always does, Savannah! The way it always ends with you getting what I want, even if I want it more—“

“Y/n—"

“Even if I need it! You still get it!”

The harshness in her voice is replaced by violent cries, her words drowned in uncontrollable sobs.

The pain is all over. Everything she’s attempted to numb is now all hitting her at once. All the loneliness, all the anger, all the hurt she’s been burying is now reaching the surface. She can barely breathe, all of the emotions suffocating her, squeezing against her throat.

Savannah is quick to embrace her shaken body, shushing her as her hands rub up and down her back.

A part of her always knew she was the reason Y/n’s love life was barely existent. Although Y/n never admitted it, she drops hints at it every so often. She did notice how all of Y/n’s high school crushes ended up liking her instead, and did notice how whenever Y/n tried to date, she would barely mention them to her. It was as if she was hiding them from her, completely intimidated that Savannah would take away her only chance at a relationship.

And Savannah can’t shake the horrible feeling she has when Y/n admits all of it to her.

Y/n buries her face in her shoulder, her tears soaking through her t-shirt. She wishes she could hold a grudge against Savannah, but she doesn’t have the heart to blame her for anything that’s happened. Everything is because of Y/n, everything happening is because of her fear of emotions and every bit of her has no one else to blame.

“I need him.” Y/n sobs into her shoulder, her hands tugging at the ends of her shirt for some sort of release.

“I need him so much. And I hate it—I hate that I do so m—much.”

“Oh, Y/n.” Savannah kisses her temple, holding her higher against her.

She knows how much Y/n needs him, and knows now more than ever. She was her happiest when she first met him, she was almost an entirely different person. But now, after everything that’s happened, Savannah has never seen her more of a wreck than she is in this moment.

“Let’s sit you down, you need to breathe.”

Y/n whimpers as she’s placed back on the bed, Savannah reminding her to breathe every couple of seconds. She looks at Y/n with sadness in her eyes, comforting her whenever she needs it most.  

“He needs you, too, you know.” Savannah sighs, shaking her head as she takes Y/n’s fidgeting hands into hers.

“I never noticed it until you distanced yourself from us. He didn’t open up to me the way he should have, never talked to me the way he had with you. When I asked him about it—asked him why he wasn’t communicating with me properly, he always mentioned you.”

Y/n flutters her eyes shut, pursing her lips with the slight possibility that Harry may actually feel the same way towards her. There was always a part of her that fully believed the only reason he’s tried so hard to reach her was because he felt guilty for hurting her so much.

But knowing that there’s a chance in Harry reciprocating feelings gives Y/n an overwhelming sensation she’s ever experienced before. It’s the first time in a while there’s a particular type of warmth in her chest, and she swears she begins to tear up from the bit of happiness she’s been missing.

“He would tell me that you were the only one he truly felt comfortable around. Even confessed you were the only one he’d ever be able to talk to, even if we were in a relationship. He was going absolutely mental.”

Savannah sweeps the pad of her thumb under Y/n’s eye, catching the few extra tears that are overflowing. She smiles weakly at her in reassurance, raking her knotted hair between her fingers.

“No matter how much he claimed to like me, he loved you. He’ll always love you. And even when he was completely oblivious, I know now that, deep down, he was always yours. He was never really mine, no matter how much we all thought differently.”

Y/n nods slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips when she hears Savannah’s words. It’s the first sense of hope she’s felt in a while, and it almost completely rids the pain. Almost.

“I’m sorry for ruining your relationship, though. I kind of feel like this is all my fault.”

Savannah laughs softly, finding it almost completely unbelievable that Y/n always finds a way to apologize, even when things aren’t her fault.

“Are you serious, Y/n? Nobody, including me, can love that man half as much as you do. I ruined your relationship. You barely had anything to ruin.”

She runs her hands through Y/n’s hair one last time before patting her shoulder, a smirk growing on her face as she stands up from her kneeling position.

“Now, up you go. I believe you have to talk to someone who’s been dying to see you.”


It’s when Y/n is about to walk out of her door, freshly showered with a new change of clothes, ready to face Harry when she realizes she never said it.

She never fully told Harry she loves him, not when he was conscious, at least. She had felt it for so long, it has taken over her for so long, yet she never told him how she felt. It almost makes her wonder if it’s the reason why he’s been trying so hard for her.

He needs to hear her say it.

“It’s not hard.” She mumbles to herself as she unlocks her front door.

“Not hard, I just have to fucking sa—”

“Y/n!” Harry breathes out, springing from his position on the ground up to his feet.

He twitches when he instinctively brings his hand up to reach for her, but he holds himself back. He isn’t quite sure how far he’ll allow her to go, but if it were up to him, every part of her would be against him. Every single part.

She sucks in a breath, not expecting to see him waiting on her doorstep, and certainly not expecting him to seem so relieved to see her.

“H—Harry,” she whispers hesitantly, “what are you—“

“I’m sorry!” He stutters, interrupting her before she has a chance to finish asking her question.

“I know how inappropriate it is of me to just sit on your doorstep so unexpectedly but I knew Savannah was coming and I thought that maybe this would be the only time I’d get to see you and I was going to come in but some guy came running out of here and I didn’t want to get in between your time with Savannah so I just figured I’d wait until you came back out but I wasn’t sure if you ever would so I just figured I'd—“

He stops rambling when he feels Y/n’s hand on his cheek, her eyes looking at him with so much tenderness he swears his heart melts.

“Catch your breath, Harry.” She mumbles, rubbing her thumb along his cheek, “Just take a breath.”

He inhales sharply as he closes his eyes, turning his head so that her hand is against his lips. He kisses her palm softly before she moves it to play with his unbrushed hair.

His eyes flutter shut at her touch, his body almost completely melting into her. He feels his weakest now more than ever, and he’s never been more relieved to be this close to her again.

“Who was he, Y/n?” he whispers.

“The guy, who ran out of here, who was he?“

As much of a coward as it makes him, the thought of her in bed with someone else physically and mentally pains him more so than he’s ever expected. His head swims with thoughts of her naked, trembling, crying as she devotes her love to some other man, and the more he thinks about it, the more sick his stomach feels.

“Have I been trying for nothing? Have I been wasting my time?”

How could you ever doubt my love for you? is the first thought that comes to her. How could you ever question how much I love you?

Instead of saying the words right at the tip of her tongue, her eyes crease inward, slightly shaking her head as she scrapes her fingertips delicately against his scalp.

“I don’t know, Harry.” she whispers honestly, “I don’t know who he is.”

He nods softly, but nothing in her answer reassures him. He knows there is no other explanation for a guy to run out of her house at nine in the morning without a shirt on.

“May I come in? Wanna talk.” He asks tentatively.

“Of course you can.”

Silence falls between them as they both claim spots on opposite sides of the room. 

There’s a tension in the room they both can’t seem to shake, an unaddressed barrier between them making it nearly impossible to find an appropriate way to start a conversation.

Harry’s the first one to break the silence, however, after a few minutes past of each of them refusing to make any eye contact with each other. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

The question caught Y/n’s attention quickly, her head that was once resting in the palm of her hand now up on its own, a small “hm?” parting past her lips.

She’s acting dumb even though she knows exactly what he’s talking about. She just isn’t prepared to answer him, not in the way he wants her to.

“That you’re in love with me. Were you ever going to tell me?”

She shrugs, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she tears her gaze away from his. She isn’t used to confrontation, especially when it involves her emotions. It’s one of her weaknesses, but there’s absolutely no way around this one. Even if there was, she wouldn’t have the audacity to take it. He deserves to know—everything this time.

“I told you before.”

Harry’s jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as he looks at her from across the room. No, he may have been oblivious about her feelings in the beginning, but he sure as hell would never have forgotten it if she told him how she felt.

“Bullshit!” He scoffs. “You didn’t tell me shit! We wouldn’t be here right now if you had told me!”

She sighs, her cheek laying right back down in the palm of her hand, almost as if shying away from him.

“Well, it’s just—you were sleeping.”

Harry stands from his place on the couch, face scrunching in aggravation as his hands rub up and down his face.

“You’re kidding me, right? You have to be fucking kidding me right now!”

His fingers harshly grip the roots of his hair before stomping is way towards her. If he doesn’t get any answers out of her, he swears he’ll lose his goddamn mind.

His hands grip the sides of her face, squeezing her jaw between his hands as he looks at her bewildered.

“I need answers, Y/n. I don’t think you understand how many fucking answers I need right now.”

He speaks through clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, frustration boiling in his blood as she gives him the outright most ambiguous and outrageous answers he’s ever heard in his life.

Y/n places her hands on top of his, her fingernails digging gently into his skin. Despite the harshness of his stare, this is the first time she’s seen him in weeks, and she still finds him to be the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen.

“It was the night after I drove you back from Lexi’s, when you and Savannah were kind of going through that rough patch.”

He falls to his knees in between her legs, an almost unnoticeable smile tugging at his lips from the memories of that night. Because although Savannah had left him by himself, he had a night with Y/n that changed him forever.

"You fell asleep on me, after you told me you were still going to fight for her. That was probably one of the worst things you could have said to me, but you didn’t know, and I was angry at myself for not telling you sooner. I didn’t know how else to tell you unless you were—you were sleeping.”

His hand reaches up to her lips, his thumb tracing along the outlines of her mouth once she’s done speaking. No matter how much she confuses him, and no matter how fucking angry she makes him, he wouldn’t want to be staring at anybody else right now.

“I loved you then, too” he whispers, “I didn’t know it. I didn’t know anything until you left me. I knew you meant everything to me, I knew you were the only one I trusted so deeply. But the second I lost you, I felt empty.”

He presses his forehead against her collar bones, her heart beating quickly against his neck. She sighs, her fingers intertwining with his against her lap as her hips slide more towards the edge, her knees supporting the sides of his chest.

“Didn’t matter that I had Savannah. She was lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she wasn’t you. I tried so hard to make myself believe I was just missing you as a friend, but there was nothing that convinced me.”

His tearful eyes looked into hers, both chuckling slightly at their current state. They’re both crying, both their hearts racing in their chests. If someone were to tell them now that there’s a feeling even remotely close to how beautiful they feel now, together, they wouldn’t have believed it for a second.

Y/n wipes away the loose tears on his cheeks while she sniffles, giggling softly at how stupid they probably look.

“I’ve always loved you, Harry,” she whispers, “there’ll never be a time that I stop. No matter how hard I try, my love for you is stronger.”

It’s when the words fall from her lips that Harry realizes all he needed was for her to hear her say it. Her voice is so sweet as she says it, too, and her eyes leave no trace out doubt when she looks into him.

He tries to hold back the irresistible urge to kiss her, but it’s completely impossible. His lips press feverishly against hers, both of them releasing moans at just how right it feels to be kissing one another. Their kiss isn’t the slightest bit romantic. It’s harsh, it’s desperate, it’s messy but it’s just what they need.

Harry crawls on top of her, his hands on every part of her they can touch. He groans when he feels her nails scratch down his back, leaving her giggling underneath him.

“Mine.” He growls, his thumb putting pressure right underneath her chin.

He admires her face, the glorious look of her swollen lips, wet eyes, and pink cheeks. It’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. A soft whimper leaves her lips, craving nothing more than to feel his lips against hers again.

“These lips are mine. All of you—all of you is mine. No other fucking wanker gets you the way I do.”

She smirks, her eyes half-lidded.

“‘m not allowed to sleep with random guys but you’re allowed to fuck my best friend?”

He presses his lips against her again, his hands brushing loose strands of hair away from her face as he does so.

“Never fucked her,” He mumbles against her lips, “couldn’t get you off my mind.”

Y/n rolls over so that she’s on top of Harry, her legs on either side of his waist as her hands roam his chest through his t-shirt. He looks priceless like this, weak and breathless underneath her as her hands grip the sides of his face.

“The prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

He blushes, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he sends her the biggest grin she’s ever seen on him. His eyes are full of love, too, and Y/n swears every breath she had the chance to take has been knocked right out of her.

“Nobody makes me feel the way you do, Y/n. Nobody.

2

Star Vs The Forces Of Creativa Fest 2017!

These are some of the things she revealed:

  •  She already knows how the show will end
  •  Ferguson and Alfonzo were created because it was a Disney requirement, they wanted Marco to have male friends. Then she didn’t know what to do with them, so she ignored them. However they’re gonna be back in S3.
  •  Probably gonna see more Tomco moments.
  •  She has ideas for other series.
  •  In the episode “Storm In The Castle,” Star did a Dip Down (confirmed).
  • Probably all Ludo’s Monsters died, although some may have survived.
  • Eclipsa’s arm seems cut because she pulled her arm out of her glove, just like Star pulled her feet out of her socks.

New ending with a new song

Second Photo is a frame from the new ending, but it doesn’t reveal much info about the season

Star is in Mewni and she’s in one of the castle’s towers looking at the sunset with the sky full of moons and the famous moon with the asteroids, it goes from sunset to night. Image is a sketch of what the new ending is.

The ending is 30 seconds long approx.

Nefcy’s explanation for the change is the last ending was too happy because she was on Earth and everything was fine so Daron decide to put something more neutral to the situation

The new song is “more epic” and heroic

Apparently, the lyrics of the new song have a lot of information about the season.Nefcy wanted to make an anime-like ending so she did it and she’s so happy with the result

what i say: I’m fine.

what i mean: i think it’s kind of really fucked up how Danny Phantom ended?? like they did Valerie dirty by not completing her story arc. They made Sam look like all she cared about was Danny Phantom. also the plot holes, the FUCKING PLOT HOLES. i just wish Phantom Planet was replaced by a whole 4th season with better closure. like its not cool that Nickelodeon forced Butch Hartman to do that like its really fucked up. im really sad about it. also fuck SpongeBob and Fairly Odd Parents for stealing the spotlight forcing Nick to do that. basic assholes. life’s unfair.

Owari no Seraph Chapter 54 TRANSLATED

Part One: Read Here!

Part Two: Read Here!

Part Three: Read Here!

Part Four: Read Here!

Translations by: @panadabro and @cherrysakura8 (They helped with the Japanese text at the beginning! Thank you!)

Editing by: @lestkarrkingofeurope (Hi I’m suffering who are you?)

(( OKAY IN ALL HONESTY I COULD’VE FINISHED THIS HOURS BEFORE BUT I WAS TOO BUSY HAVING FUN AND SCREWING OFF OKAY? In fact I should’ve had this done by Friday but I spent that day gaming and playing around with friends so– PLEASE FORGIVE ME JHSKJGHSDKJG EVEN RIGHT NOW MAKING THESE POSTS I’M CHECKING BETWEEN TABS AND WATCHING RANDOM VIDEOS I’M AN AWFUL LOUSY WAVE LOLOL But please do enjoy this chapter! ))


(( OKAY I KNOW I MADE A POST A FEW DAYS BACK SAYING I WAS SORTA DISAPPOINTED WITH THE NEW CHAPTER, BC HONESTLY I JUST WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE VAMPIRES AND EVERYTHING FOR THE HUMANS IS FINALLY COMING TOGETHER AND IT’S BEEN SO LONG AND IT’S SO SLOW I’M GETTING ANTSY???

BUT I WON’T DENY THAT I REALLY LIKE THE BACKSTORY SCENE WITH SHINYA AND GUREN, PLUS MAHIRU’S REAPPEARANCE AND START OF FINALLY TAKING A BIGGER ROLE IN THE SERIES!

I ALSO HAVE MY CONCERNS ABOUT EVERYTHING IN GENERAL??? Ky Luc didn’t notice Mahiru’s presence at all, yet obviously Ferid at the end seems like he did???? So I’m just ???? Again, there’s something very unique about Ferid, and I REALLY hope it turns out to be something big and important bc I’M GOING TO SC R E AM 

And the issue about the curse?? I mean I haven’t read the LNs, but if it’s just Mahiru TELLING Guren that the curse works like the squad can only live again for ten more years, and plus they’ll die if they learn they were revived? But how about it wasn’t actually proven? Just someone saying? So PLOT TWIST actually that’s not it??? And it’s only to keep Guren and the others in check?? SO YEAH IF THIS WASN’T EXPLAINED CLEARLY IN THE LN THEN THIS IS WHAT I BET – AND IF IT HAS BEEN PROVEN AND STATED THEN WELL RUN ME OVER OKAY?

But yeah all in all that’s about it – I’m just REALLY hoping now that next month’s chapter we can get some news about the vampires…I really want to see more of Urd and Lest obviously, then see a glimpse of Saitou perhaps, and I WANT TO KNOW WHERE HORN AND CHESS WENT LIKE GODDAMN! Okay but yeah all in all that’s the basic gist of it! Sorry for being so slow ;;;; Please enjoy! ))

Scandalous (M) | 01

PARTS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

Summary: When you meet Taehyung in a bar one night, you don’t expect to fall for him. He was different, tattoos inked along his arms and a bright smile on his face. He was the opposite of everything you were; he was free – or so you thought.

Genre/Warnings: Socialite!AU, Badboy!Taehyung. Angst + Smut; It’s filth. That is all.

Words: 9.4k

A/N: First of all, I want to thank Dannie and Tay aka @pinkjxmin + @jungblue for helping me out with all of the plotlines and where I wanted to take this fic. I was originally going to make this all one fic but halfway through writing it, I realized it was going to surpass 20k and I wasn’t about to make everyone read an excessively long fic lmao. But here’s the first part to it! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. xx.

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a non-exhaustive list of things that destroyed me in The Summer Palace (SPOILERS!!):

- Damen taking a moment just to look at Laurent before Laurent knows he’s there and feeling silly-nervous about seeing him again UGH

- the revelation that Damen’s ‘IT’S JUST A FLESH WOUND’ bullshit really was just bullshit and that stab wound kind of nearly killed him, like goddamnit Damen you are the worst narrator ever, I stopped worrying about the stab wound because you were just like ‘teehee, Laurent will HAVE to be nice to me while I’m recovering from being Mildly Stabbed :D’

- HOLDING HANDS THEY WERE WALKING AROUND HOLDING HANDS LITERALLY JUST PUNCH ME IN THE FACE

- AND THEY PUT FLOWERS IN EACH OTHER’S HAIR, NOT EVEN IN MY WILDEST DAYDREAMS HAVE I ALLOWED MYSELF TO IMAGINE SO SCHMOOPY A COURTSHIP, THESE TWO ARE THE ACTUAL WORST

- ‘there was delight in seeing Laurent explore himself, a young man who was sweet, teasing, at times unexpectedly earnest. Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.’ can I gift CS Pacat a bouquet of roses/my undying gratitude/the deeds to my house/my firstborn/etc just for this line ALONE, I could actually cry

- Laurent pledging his love and loyalty for Damen to the statue of Damen’s mother, like how fucking Pure and Beautiful is that, and THEN saying they should visit Auguste’s statue/grave at Arles UUGGHHHHHHHHHH

- LAURENT USED TO TALK TO AUGUSTE’S GRAVE AND TELL HIM THINGS OH MY GOD MY POOR BABY COME TO MY ARMS IMMEDIATELY

- was there literally any part of the bath scene that didn’t kill me

- such a complete and utter reversal of the original bath scene in book 1

- Laurent attending Damen, doing everything he’s told, being more gentle than Damen ever thought he could be, tenderly washing the scars on Damen’s back, ‘healing something he hadn’t known needed to be healed’ HONESTLY JUST FUCK ME UP

- ‘You didn’t know how afraid I was of you?’

‘Of me? Or of yourself?’

‘Of what was happening between us.’ SCREAM

- LAURENT THROWING COLD WATER ON DAMEN, WHAT A PRECIOUS LITTLE SHIT, HE’S PLAYFUL AND MISCHIEVOUS AND HE GETS TO BE LIKE THAT WHENEVER HE WANTS NOW

- Laurent is learning wrestling!! from! Nikandros!!!!! I hope that is one of the forthcoming short stories I really do

- ‘‘The truth is you’re very sweet, aren’t you,’ said Damen’ SOBS

- they just walk around naked for a while??? amazing

- I’m not even going into the SWEET SCHMOOPY LOVEMAKING, like don’t even get me started

- DAMEN GOT LAURENT A HORSE, HE REALLY KNOWS HIS BOY

- someone knocking on the door when they are immediately post-coitus and Damen being like oH HERE WE GO because he knows exactly what Laurent is going to do 

- Damen’s retinue FINALLY showing up at the end, like how fucking far behind did he leave them, he and Laurent accomplished quite a bit in the time it took them to catch up

- it was perfect

- and I am dead

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to anime & I trust and admire u!!! What do u recommend??

Hey there! and yeeesss, i’m so glad you’re gonna give anime a try! there are so many good stories and plots in anime which dont exist in western media so it’s a great mode of entertainment! so as for recs, lemme copy and paste my previous list and update it to answer your question!

Currently watching:

Boku no Hero Academia - it’s a recent anime and it’s really good! i think it’s on course to becoming a really big anime that will last many seasons at this rate. the story is about a world where majority of the inhabitants are heroes cause they have quirks (powers).. and the premise is that the main character doesnt have one but he wants to be a hero so watch and see how the story unfolds!

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures (currently on 2nd arc) - macho anime with an excellent plot! the guys are hot and bara af haha and many of the memes are in japanese so watch the original subbed but if you prefer not to read, the dub isnt bad. it’s very memey but the story is really entertaining and has unpredicable moments

One Punch Man - a parody of a superhero anime. tbh this isnt really binge-watch material cause it’s like a running gag and the story unfolds after episode 5 so i’ve just been watching this during my cardio days in the gym. but it’s really funny and a good anime

Hunter X Hunter - this anime is popular and it’s about hunters. so the beginning has the protagonist wanting to be a hunter and then he meets some fellow hunters along the way. it’s one of the highest rated anime in MyAnimeList (the RottenTomatoes equivalent of the anime world) so yeah check this out!

Recently watched:

  • Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan - it’s the Game of Thrones of anime imo.. like it’s so GOOD.. it will just make you gag after every episode!!! it’s so intense and there are really badass characters. and the plot is really brilliant. like if you think season 1 was like WHAT THE FUCkk.. wait til season 2! this anime is crazy and exciting. not for the faint-hearted tbh cause it can be graphic and disturbing (also dont get attached. they could die!) but yeah, this anime is popular true and some say it’s overrated but that’s because it really deserves all the recognition and success it has for its amazing plot
  • Love Live! School Idol Project - i honestly just watched this like out of curiosity and just for kicks. i was not expecting to love it but after episode 3, i was like wait??? wasnt this anime supposed to be fun?? why am i crying?? so yeah, it’s super good, touching, entertaining and sweet! and the songs are really catchy and good.. TBH this anime is like so gay since there are no men (except Honoka’s dad) so yeah it passes the Bechdel Test with perfect score
  • Love Live! Movie - the conclusion to the anime! 
  • Love Live! Sunshine - i watched this like a few months after finishing Love Live! cause i loved the original girls and i was worried i wont like these girls.. but honestly, you will appreciate them. and it’s EVEN GAYER.. and is soo good too! 
  • btw tell me who your fave girls/best girls are after watching Love Live and Sunshine. my best girls are Umi Sonoda and Yo Watanabe :>

Anime watched/finished:

  • Kimi no Na Wa - universally lauded and recently released! it’s the best film released in 2016 imo. i swear it’s really next level storytelling
  • Rurouni Kenshin - i think i watched this anime twice/thrice.. It’s so suspenseful. it’s about samurais. and this anime made me interested about Japan’s history. it’s kind of a period drama with amazing fight sequences. and it’s critically acclaimed. it’s my father’s all-time favourite anime
  • Rurouni Kenshin OVA - it’s a prequel. also more violent and tragic than its anime counterpart.. like it’s really different from the series. but it’s so good. you’ll find out how Kenshin got his iconic X mark from here!)
  • Ghost Stories - THE DUB IS A MASTERPIECE! THE SUBBED IS SHIT. TRUST ME. the DUB is the popular one too cause it’s the superiour version. You really have to see this one. the anime bombed in Japan so the english dubbers got all the rights for the anime and they gave the go signal for the dubbers to do whatever the fuck they want and the end result is fucking hilarious. it shits on the Scary Movie Franchise tbh
  • Puella Magi Madoka Magica - i swear do not be deceived.. it is a really intense and surprisingly dark anime with excellent plot twists
  • Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun - super funny anime. if you need a laugh, this will really lift you up. i watched the first two episodes in sub and dub back to back.. and i can vouch that the voice actors for the English dub are excellent. it’s actually even funnier.. but if you prefer subs, then that’s fine. it’s just the lines are more humorous, expressive and have more variety :) Nozaki’s voice is also attractive in the dub.. it’s still very Nozaki imo. this anime pokes fun at the shoujo manga yet still has romantic elements. it’s mostly comedy though
  • Jigoku Shoujo / Hell Girl - angst, tragedy, philosophical anime analysing humanity’s hatred, need for vengeance, and suffering. Futakomori or the 2nd season is my favourite but it’s worth finishing the entire series. 3rd season is very painful to watch though and you dont have to watch that one tbh if you dont want to lol
  • Yu Yu Hakusho - occult, spirit world, ghosts, and fighting. you most probably have heard of this
  • Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters - 1st series starring Yugi. iconic!
  • Digimon - can be very intense! better than Pokemon imo
  • Cardcaptor Sakura - this is also suspenseful. like the premise is essentially that Sakura has to catch all the “monsters” that were freed from this book. and it’s up to her to “capture” them and put into cards. magic, fantasy, and beautiful animation
  • Ranma ½ - this was so funny but the ending was disappointing cause it got cancelled apparently.. i really hope this will go out of limbo and give us a proper ending like InuYasha did but i doubt it
  • Danganronpa (murder plot twists, intense and despair-filled storyline. click this to know more about the premise. it’s like Battle Royale meets CSI meets How To Get Away With Murder. btw i highly suggest you play this game (it’s available on Steam) instead of watching the poorly condensed anime. so buy it on steam or you can download it how you like cause it’s one of the best games ever. and if you plan on watching this, there is no Danganronpa 2 anime so yeah just play the first game tbh. here’s a trailer of the game https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwJeZPMhdUk. if ya dont wanna play the games then you can watch the anime. and after watching this, here’s a link of the playthrough of the 2nd game. it’s super fun, full of plot twists, and interactive)
  • Yuri On Ice - it’s a really cute gay anime. people will argue it isnt and its queerbait but i’m gay and alot of the things which happen are too much for just bros to do so yeah, i believe it’s canon gay or mlm. and i enjoyed it so you watch it and be the judge
  • Blood+ - vampires and sword fighting
  • Ghost In The Shell - it’s a sci-fi movie
  • Yakitate Japan - baking and cooking!
  • Getbackers - still up to debate if the duo are gay but if you google art of them, there have been official art released and it’s so gay lol. but yeah it’s shonen genre and it’s not canon gay
  • Cowboy Bebop - a CLASSIC. the dub is great!!

I don’t remember if i finished these but I watched a lot of episodes enough to recommend it and will rewatch them soon to relieve memories. I’m pretty sure I tuned in though and watched like 80%:

  • Fushigi Yuugi (i think this is shoujo but it has a nice adventure storyline)
  • Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood  (i feel like i actually finished this. idk why my memory is hazy concerning this anime. this is so popular. you should’ve heard of this iconic anime somehow. i watched and tuned in but i don’t remember how or when i stopped)
  • Gundam series (i think i finished the first Gundam and the second)
  • Tsubasa Chronicles (it’s like a spin-off of Cardcaptor Sakura but they’re like all grown up and the plot is different)
  • Naruto
  • One Piece (i watched like the first four seasons)
  • Bleach (i remembered watching until episode 40 omg)
  • Great Teacher Onizuka (this is so funny tbh. i think i watched almost all of it)

Studio Ghibli films I watched:

  • Spirited Away
  • The Wind Rises
  • Ponyo
  • Tales from Earthsea

Anime I plan to watch (many suggested this to me and i plan on watching them so i’ll write them down here) :

  • Koe no Katachi (A Silent Voice)
  • Anohana The Flower We Saw That Day
  • Neon Genesis Evangelion
  • Tokyo Ghoul
  • Re: Zero
  • Your Lie in April
  • Shin sekai Yori
  • Gintama
  • More of Makoto Shinkai’s movies like 5 centimetres per second, etc.)
  • More Ghibli films too
  • Final Fantasy XV: Kingsglaive (after i finish FFXV game im watching this one)
  • Persona 4

Here you go!!!! I know it’s an extensive list. I’ll probably make this a masterpost of anime recs and will update this list, and add more soon. If you have any questions or anything, don’t be shy to message me! :)

[last updated: 15 September 2017]

For Her

I have zero shame to admit I’m absolute Eremika shipping trash. I’ve been waiting for chapter 50 to get animated forever. So here is a fic based on a headcanon I have regarding what happens in between chapter 50 and 51.

This isn’t particularly romantic but that’s because Eren isn’t particularly romantic.

Summary: When Eren realises that he’s still fighting the same battle but for a different reason.



The entire ride back to Wall Rose is surreal for Eren.

A million things race through his head and his mind replays the moment of Hannes death over and over again drawing parallels to his mother’s death at the hands of the same titan.

But he knows that’s it’s not what will haunt him at night when he goes to sleep. What will truly haunt him, what will surely be a part of every nightmare he’ll have will always revolve around just how close he’d come to losing Mikasa.

She’s on the horse with him, her hands around his waist, her cheek pressed up against the back of his neck.

Her breathing is shallow and weak next to his ears and every time the horse jerks, her grip on him becomes a little tighter and a soft groan escapes from her lips.

He’s well aware that her pain tolerance is nothing to scoff at and the fact that she’s barely managing to stay conscious tells him that her injuries are far worse than he’d originally concluded.

“Mikasa.. hang on we are almost there.” Eren has never been the comforting type and a flimsy reassurance that this painful ride will end soon is all he can offer.

Worrying about her is something he’s rarely done, Mikasa has always taken on that role in their relationship and it takes him by surprise by how much it hurts siting on right next to her and knowing that she’s in pain and being able to do absolutely nothing about it.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice is barely above a choked whisper and for a second he thinks he’s imagined it but she continues.

“I couldn’t protect you.” Each word dragging out due to her shallow breathing,“I couldn’t even save Hannes, I’m sorry.”

Eren is about to respond but her arms around him loosen and she goes entirely limp.

Eren nearly screams.

“Mikasa..oi-Mikasa!” He calls out moving a little to see if she stirred. The Wall was in sight now only about a mile away.

“Eren keep her as steady as you can.” Armin calls out from next to him looking worriedly at Mikasa.

The next few minutes are a blur. Eren’s mind is wholly focused on Mikasa’s well being as he brings her down from the horse carrying her towards the lift.

He’s delicate with her in a way he never thought he was capable of and Armin who stands behind Eren watching the scene silently, understands that something utterly critical had changed within his best friend.

The ever present fire in Eren’s eyes had died. They were no longer filled with hatred and rage but with something far more powerful, something Armin saw in Mikasa’s eyes whenever she looked at Eren.

And despite everything that had happened Armin let the faintest of smiles on his face.

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Eren sat beside Mikasa’s bed looking at the stream of light that entered through a crack in the window.

Mikasa lay asleep on the bed, her black hair splayed on the pillow fanning her face. Her bandages were hidden underneath her white shirt but the odd angle she slept in gave away her discomfort. She looked smaller and more vulnerable than usual and Eren didn’t like it one bit.

He was so used to seeing Mikasa in a picture that was larger life, an image in which she was unbeatable that seeing her pale and curled up left a bitter taste in his mouth.

But it was nothing compared to seeing her cry.

To see her cry, to see her give up so utterly and completely…..
That had pretty much shattered him in a way that was impossible to fix.

He flinched and looked down at the scarf in his hands remembering the look on her face.

Thank you for being there with me.

Eren couldn’t help but remember all the times he’d pushed her away without a second thought. Brushed her concern off like it was nothing just because his pride was hurt.

But it had never been only about his pride it was more about the utter frustration that stemmed from not being able to fulfil his mother’s wish.

He fiddled with the scarf carefully turning it in his hands.

Ever since they’d arrived and Mikasa had been treated Eren had practically isolated himself next to her unable to face the consequences of his kidnapping.

He’d never realised just how dependant he’d been on Mikasa to pick up the broken pieces of him every time they lost. She fixed him up and knitted him back together carefully and thoroughly making sure there were no loose ends just like she did with her scarf.

He’d just been too blind to notice it.

Mikasa stirred slightly and gave a soft snore. With a start Eren realised scene was strangely reminessecent of the time when he was recovering from his fight with Annie except their roles had been switched.

Eren couldn’t say that he liked siting there and waiting for her to wake up. He’d never been patient and waiting had never been his strong suit.

But he’d do it, he’d remain by her side and wait for her no matter how long it took for her to open her eyes.

He looked down at the red scarf in his hands . Ever since Armin had handed it to him Eren hadn’t been able to let go of it. Letting it slip out of his sight for even a second felt wrong especially now since he knew what the scarf meant to Mikasa.

Home.

Through out the years Eren had always wondered why she’d kept the old thing with her, wearing it whenever she had the opportunity.

And now…..
He finally understood.

Thank you for staying by my side.
Thank you for giving me a purpose to live.
Thank you for wrapping this scarf around me.

He finally understood why she cared so much. Why she was so afraid of losing him.

He was home for her.

And now that Eren finally understood he’d be damned before he let anyone, himself included take it away from her.

He’d stay by her side, from now till forever…whenever she needed as many times she needed.

Eren noticed how the scarf had come undone towards the end. It was small, hardly noticeable but none the less Eren went to fetch a sewing kit.

He returned to her side with the supplies and started threading the needle. Eren had been quite hopeless at these things back at home and it had always been up to Mikasa to pick up his slack.

Eren pricked his finger on the needle drawing blood and then immediately stilled.Eren held his breath half expecting himself to transform but when a few moments passed by he let out a sigh of relief.

He’d hate to have to explain to the captain why there was a gaping hole in the building but then again that stage would only come if the captain actually let him live.

Eren turned back to the task in hand trying to remember what his mother had unsuccessfully tried to teach him on several occasions. His hand stilled as he recalled the memory of his mother leaning over both Mikasa and him in their small kitchen back in Shiganshina as they struggled to get through their chores.

“Mom.” He said softly looking at his handiwork after he was done. It wasn’t nearly as perfect as Mikasa’s but he knew that his mother would be proud none the less,“I’ll do a better job of protecting her from now on. I won’t let you or Mikasa down, not anymore.”

He stayed like that for a while the scarf in his hands, Mikasa in front of him and silence all around him.

He eventually leaned forward putting it down next to her before gently placing her hand inbetween his. In that moment there is a strange sense of peace in him, a sort of calm before the a raging and violent storm.

He knows that eventually he’ll have to go out and fight. To prove that his life was worth all those who’s been sacrificed.

Before the weight of that pressure would have crushed him. It would have brought him down to his knees and twisted at his heart with guilt.

But now he feels nothing but a sense of unfaltering determination.

Because while his goal remains the same, to fight Titans to kill them all, his reasons have changed.

He’d no longer do it for his hatred. Neither would he do it for revenge.

He’d do it to fulfil a promise to his mother.
He’d do it protect the people he loved the most, he’d do it to protect Mikasa.

He’d fight to give her the future she wanted as well as the future she deserved.

From now on he’d fight for Mikasa.

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I hope you liked it! Comments and reviews are appreciated :)

anonymous asked:

Did ruth clarl really write that on Bananas insta? was that real?! I think its ending like tues omg.

She did - but here’s the funny part: it’s a fake B account she follows. This acc is a copy of B’s and posts the same things she does/same captions lol she hates her so much she doesn’t even follow the real one 

heart breaker

REQUEST: What if the reader is a heartbreaker(maybe she’s famous too) and everyone is telling Sebastian that he should stay away and all that, but at the end she is just heartbroken and Sebastian is the one who heals her (too much Nicholas Spark I know) 💕

WARNINGS: angst…. and then some FLUFF

AUTHOR’S NOTE: okay look ONE i apologize for yesterday’s fic lmao i didn’t think so many of you would feel hurt. my baaaaaad. so i’m making it up with this one.

Enjoy!


You were intoxicating. You oozed confidence and beauty. You charmed everyone that you came into contact with, stealing their hearts and making them trip over their own words.

But Sebastian was different though. He was smooth as ice. He never once stuttered or blushed under your gaze. He held his chin up high and always had a smirk on his face when with you, his eyes challenging you every time you tried to one up him with your sassy retorts.

Pictures of the two of you were all over the Internet some time later. Your friends called and texted you, asking if you had gotten any from him. While Sebastian’s party warned him that you weren’t any good, that he should stay very far away from you.

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I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 4 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)

Request: anonymous asked:
Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 2,309

Warnings: angst, fluff (omg what?!)

A/N: SO GUYS holy shit this series-that-wasn’t-supposed-to-be-a-series-but-ended-up-being-one-of-the-best-things-i’ve-ever-written has been so mind blowing in where it’s taken me as a writer and how many people i realized actually like it like holy shit?!?!?!? THANK YOU to everyone who’s sent me their WONDERFUL feedback on this series and to whoever’s liked it, reblogged it, asked to be tagged, it just shows me how much you guys love it and that is one of the best things i could ever ask for!! ❤️❤️

i hope you guys enjoy this last part and the fluff (you’ve earned it i’ve put you guys through enough angst for now :} ❤️)


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You stood frozen, hand still hanging onto the raised window. Your mind was racing but going nowhere; you had so many thoughts and reactions running through it, yet nothing would come out. Jesus, (Y/N)! Say something!

“Uh—hey.”

Peter’s head was downcast at his hands as they fiddled with his mask. You had a flashback to the last time he was here and did that. The air now had the same uncertainty as it did then; there was just as much of a chance of tonight ending just like that night did. Wasn’t there? Well maybe not, actually. You both didn’t have much left to lose at this point. Nonetheless, you still felt like you were stepping on cracking glass. You were afraid that anything that came out of your mouth, any movement you made, any emotion you showed, could quite possibly send him flying off the fire escape.

“Um, can I—can we—can I… come in? I mean—if—if not that’s, that’s totally cool too…” he asked cautiously.

“Uhhh, no, yeah… yeah,” you dazedly stepped backwards.

As he crawled through the small opening, you tried to think of what to say. You couldn’t just leave this awkward silence sitting, but you also had absolutely no idea what to do. What do you say to start a conversation with your old-best-friend-who-you-haven’t-spoken-to-in-forever-but-also-harbored-a-humongous-crush-on-and-low-key-still-do-but-you’re-not-gonna-bring-that-up-right-not-because-that’s-just-gonna-add-to-the-awkwardness.

Peter nodded to your open bedroom door, “They home?”

You shook your head, “Meetings.”

You both stood there, stiff, looking everywhere except at each other. Eye contact would mean having to say something. But what do I say?! you thought. Ask how he’s doing? How’s Spiderman-ing been going? Is he okay? Is that okay to ask? Would that remind him of Liz? Is it even okay to mention her? Probably not. Not mentioning is safe, let’s stick with that. God, I feel so frickin bad, but would immediately saying ‘sorry’ too upfront? Too soon? Well it can’t be ‘too soon’ I mean, it’s been like what two months? Holy shit, two months. Two months without this knucklehead. This pure and blissfully ignorant knucklehead. I missed this knucklehead. No oh God no don’t say that, that’s waaaaaayyyy too upfront. Shit, say something, dammit!

Afraid that the long silence was skyrocketing the tension, you blurted a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

Peter’s eyes raised to peer at you through his sagging curls. “For what?” he gingerly asked.

“For… uh… what, um… for what happened. With Liz.”

Peter’s expression was unreadable. “It’s not your fault.” But you knew it partially was. Indirectly, it was kind of your fault.

“I’m still sorry, though, I mean… I can’t imagine what that must be like, or what—”

“Yeah you can.”

“What?” you blinked. “How can I—”

“Know what it’s like to walk away from someone you care about because you know it’ll make them happier in the end? You know all about that.” Peter still wouldn’t meet your eyes. His head remained downcast at the ground, his arms crossed as if he was trying to shield himself from your response.

How did he know? How could he know? Did Ned tell him? Ned wouldn’t have told him. Well, he does crack very easily under very little pressure… But he wouldn’t ever tell anyone about this

“I—” you faltered.

The tense silence grew louder. No one knew what to say. Peter was afraid he had gone too far too soon, crossed a line. You were afraid that whatever you responded with would scare him back out the window forever. It was so hard, too, to choose what to say. So many options and thoughts and emotions and confessions filled your mind to the brim, threatening to spill at any moment. You couldn’t let everything go right now; that would definitely drive him away for good. Choose something, choose something you panicked.

You were dying. You hadn’t really confessed everything to Ned that day. You had just told him that you liked Peter, not the million reasons why. Not the real reason you went out with Flash. Not the real reason you were still avoiding Peter, even after his breakup. All those reasons were bottled up inside, but the pressure between you two was enough to push it all out.

You inhaled a shaky breath, “I’m sorry because… I was… stupid. I was stupid to date Flash, I was stupid to let my stupid shit feelings affect my better judgement, I was stupid to not tell you or anyone, really, everything. Mainly you, ‘cause I’m not gonna tell just anybody this shit but still I shouldn’t have let all this sit inside of me for so long.

“I was stupid because I thought I could be mature and handle this like an adult and not end up like some cliche teenage girl you see in those coming-of-age shit-shows. I thought I wouldn’t feel jealous but I did, but I didn’t want to be selfish, so I helped you. I helped you because I knew how important it was and how happy and excited you were for it, and I was happy too! I was happy for you, I really was! But I was also jealous which was stupid.

“I knew I shouldn’t be jealous but I still was, so I tried to just shove it down and let it go away overtime but it didn’t and I didn’t know what to do ‘cause it just kept getting worse and worse and worse and worse! And I didn’t want to take it out on you, because that would be stupid, but one day I did want to, so one day I did take it out on you and that day was—”

“Why you asked out Flash…” Peter interjected. You startled, looking up at him. His eyes were focused on your chair, but distant.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “And that was so so so stupid of me, it was so petty and immature and stupid and so not me, and I was a dumbass just because I was stupid jealous. I knew it would piss you off and some stupid part of me wanted you to feel the shit that I was feeling, and I knew dating Flash would do that and I’m so sorry I did that and made you feel shitty. You didn’t deserve it; it was stupid and selfish and I know we weren’t like ‘friends’ anymore but I think we still kinda were but I was a really shitty ‘kinda-sorta-friend’ and… I’m sorry for that.”

Rocking back and forth on your feet, you wrung your hands together, anxiously studying those sad brown orbs, waiting for some kind of reaction. Every second felt like a year. You silently begged for him to say something, say anything. Just please, please, please oh God, please don’t leave. That would probably kill you.

Peter sighed, “I’m sorry, too.” For the first time that night, his eyes locked onto yours. Your breath stopped, as did your heart. “I’m sorry I was stupid too. I’m sorry that I blew you guys off so much, that I never replied when you guys called or texted, and for being an all around shitty friend. I’m sorry I accused you of being jealous ‘cause that was just mean and stupid of me—”

“But I mean you weren’t wrong—”

“Still! I… I had no right to! And I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you tried to tell me all of that, about blowing you guys off… I guess I was just so caught up in finally getting to be with Liz, you know? And then I was all confused and shit and then… and then she—we… we… you know…

“And also I’m sorry I avoided you after that. I shouldn’t have but it felt weird and I didn’t want Liz feeling so hurt if I, like, immediately went to you after, even if it was just to talk, it felt weird and I was confused and I felt really bad and guilty and shitty. Like for the first few days I felt really, really bad. But then after that I was just more confused. Like I didn’t know what I wanted or what to do or how to do anything…? I didn’t know if you wanted to start talking again or what to talk about and stuff…”

“And,” quickly, Peter glanced down, took a deep breath, and looked back at you, straight in your eyes. “I’m sorry I was so stupid about… you…”

Your heart must’ve started beating again sometime during Peter’s confession, because you definitely felt it stop yet again. You felt your eyes fill with both hope and uncertainty, as you saw the same things swell in Peter’s.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize or notice sooner.” He chuckled and muttered, “God, I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry I was so focused on… not… I mean, I think a small part of me knew, but I just didn’t want to believe it ‘cause I didn’t think you would ever feel that way about me… And I didn’t want to get my hopes up, too.” You realized your hands were shaking slightly, your blood rushing significantly faster through your veins. Everything felt jittery, as if you had just downed fifteen cups of espresso.

“I think,” he continued, “I only really realized it was when we stopped hanging out. I was too stupid to realize what was right in front of me, the whole damn time.” He breathed a small chuckle, “I was too stupid to realize how mellow you got when you were helping me plan a date with some other girl, or how you would always tuck that one little hair behind your ear, which you only did whenever you were uncomfortable, whenever I started gushing about Liz. Or how much I missed our group movie sessions, and our stupid puns, and you laughing and cringing at those stupid puns, and… and…” his voice dropped so such a quiet murmur. “…basically, you.” Peter looked at you with such sincerity that you felt your lips quivering into a grin as small as his voice. “I missed you, (Y/N). And I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.”

“I missed you too, Peter,” you breathed. A warmth welled up in your chest, growing up through your body, threatening to exit in an emotionally-overwhelming cry. Is this what love feels like? Is this even love? Does it qualify? you wondered. Whatever. You didn’t care what it was. Whatever it was called didn’t matter; all that did was that you were 100% sure that Peter felt it too.

Before this feeling could burst out in a most embarrassing way, you closed the gap between you two, and squeezed your arms around his ribs. Peter hugged you back, as strongly as he did that night two months ago, but a new energy surged from it; the warmth you both harbored released itself in your embrace.

You stood there for what could have easily been forever. Breathing in each other’s calming scent, both anxious and afraid of what would happen if one let go.

A new urge rooted in you. You were sure now; remembering what he just confessed, you took advantage of the confidence and hope growing with your every heartbeat. You pick your head up from his shoulder and tilted it back, just enough to look at his face.

As he tilted his head ever so slightly, you took in the soft shadows cast underneath his cheekbones, gentle glow in his hair, the faint freckles dotting the crooked bridge of his nose, the inquisitive and nervous way he gazed at you, the rosy tint in his lips.

Fuck it you thought, before you could overthink this anymore. You lightly tugged Peter’s torso closer as you leaned in. As your lips connected, your eyes softly shut. You both stayed stiff like this, neither sure of what to do. For a blissful fleeting moment, you tasted salty and sweet, a squeal caught in your throat, and the urge you had, dropped to your stomach. You gingerly pulled away, not wanting to push your luck or confidence any further, and peaked through eyelids opening unsurely. His own eyes fluttered open, and he couldn’t help the grin that was spreading ear to ear. You exhaled a nervous and excited giggle, feeling your own lips spreading, cheeks radiating ecstasy.

Holy shit holy shit holy fucking SHIT. Kiss. We just kissed. Holy. Shit.

Peter enveloped his arms around your waist and gently pulled you closer. His eyes shut again, as his forehead nuzzled against your own. You echoed his actions, feeling his warm breath fanning your face, his cold nose brushing yours. Suddenly, you felt his lips again, this time moving carefully but eagerly. Your breath caught deep in your lungs as your lips followed his. You tried to hold it for as long as you could, but eventually you regrettably ran out of air. Your head tilted, leaving room for you to breathe, yet still leaving your forehead touching Peter’s.

You glanced up through your eyelashes, seeing that grin that mirrored yours, plastered on his face. His breaths tickled your warm cheeks.

“So,” he breathed.

You chuckled, “So…”

“That was…”

“Yeah…” you bit your lip to try to stop that ever growing smile from hurting your cheeks anymore.

Peter’s eyebrows scrunched together just a little, “Um…”

“Hm?” your smile fell.

“Does that mean we’re good now? Like, finally? All good?”

The corners of your mouth turned up, and you could feel your eyes smiling wider than your lips ever had. “I thought we already were.”




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Pieces of Us - You Found Me

Word Count: 1481

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of torture, some angst 

A/N: Companion piece to Fragments but can probably be read as a standalone oneshot. 

Written for @iwantthedean ‘s  Two Prompt One Shot Challenge. My prompt was: "Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” and also written for @supernatural-jackles birthday challenge. My song was “You Found Me” by The Fray. 


The sound of your blood whooshing through your ears was all you could focus on, trapped in the tiny, damp, concrete room where you’d been held for days. The room was shrouded in darkness, no windows to speak of. You had no way of knowing if it was night or day. Your hands were chained above your head and had lost feeling in them long ago, the pain in your shoulders bordering on unbearable. Your toes were just barely touching the floor, the way you were strung up designed to make you suffer.

“Don’t you know that you are a shooting star…” You started to sing to yourself for comfort, your voice coming out broken and hoarse but you’d be damned if that would stop you. Your demon captors hated it when you sang so you did it often to piss them off. If you were going to die here, you’d go out your own way, not theirs. You knew your dad, Dean, and Sam were all out looking for you. You’d gone out for supplies and gotten captured. You’d never made it home. There was no way they weren’t looking. Whether they would find you in time was the question.

“What have I told you about that?” Alastair himself walked in this time in lieu of a minion, his voice just as cold and obnoxious as always. He approached slowly, the tapping of his shoes against the floor the only indication you had of where he was until his face was right next to yours, his foul breath fanning across your nostrils. “Singing only gets you punished.”

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