another picture from the other day

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head cannon: when Jack or Gabe have to go on a mission away from each other they started a habit where they would take a picture of the sunrise for each other. becuase mabey when they were in the Sep or fighting in the war the sunrise means they live another day together?

this is SO cute and sad, I love it

sorry but it’s 1 am and I feel some type of way, a yearning for a more simple time in my life when I wasn’t on the chase for something and was 100% unsure of my self but just kicked back and headed into the unknown, when I had a boyfriend by my side who wasn’t at all what I wanted and I’m unsure if I ever loved, but who I spent spring and summer days drifting away with in his cute little suburban neighborhood, only a bus stop away from mine.

and now it’s all gone by so fast, and here I am 2-3 years later, still a little unsure of myself. the picture is clearer and the ride is rougher than I could’ve ever imagined. relationships and every other outcome got so much more intense and real that I felt compelled to build walls around myself. life is hard. flash forward another 2-3 years, and I imagine it’s only going to get harder. I just want to bathe in simplicity once in a while but there’s no real passion in there. 

Gravity Falls didn’t end.

Dipper and Mabel will go back to California. Their parents will be shocked not only at how much their kids enjoyed living in the woods for three months, but at how much more mature and smarter the kids are. They are so proud they even let Mabel keep Waddles. The twins are closer than ever, a force to be reckoned with in a too weird to believe world.

They go back to school and make their way through summer assignments. Not only would no one believe their stories, but the magic of Gravity Falls is theirs alone to cherish. Dipper dives headfirst into his studies, doing his own research like Ford and going on great adventures like Stan, always accompanied by his sister. Mabel continues to develop herself creatively, expanding her horizons and trying new things, always with the support of her brother.

Mabel keeps in contact with Candy and Grenda, the girls will stay up all night via skype or the phone chatting over boys or whatever holds their attention. Soos and Melody send them merchandise from the Shack and keep them updated on town events. Wendy texts every now and again just to check in. Once in a blue moon, a dirty, torn postcard from somewhere in the world with a picture of the two Stans saying how much they miss the other Mystery Twins.

Dipper gets taller and his voice continues to crack to Mabel’s endless delight. Mabel grows up in her own womanly ways and Dipper tries to be helpful whenever possible. They talk about their summer in secret, not every day, not even every week, but on special nights as they giggle under a blanket fort and recount their adventures. But those memories, those experiences, those people stay with them as they get through another year bolder, brighter and ready to take on the world. By the time another summer comes around again, the twins don’t even have to ask. When they return home from their last day of school, their bags are packed with two tickets to Oregon on the bus that night.

Mabel readies Waddles for another long bus ride with plans to tell everyone about her latest projects. Dipper going excitedly over his own independent research that he has compiled into a brand new journal. They spend the entire time swapping stories, wondering who will have changed? Will things be the same? Will this summer be as magical as the last? They pull up to the bus stop where a large crowd is waiting for them.

Gravity Falls has just begun.

Getting Hot During Coachella || K.A.

Word Count: 1212

Pairing: Kj x reader

Summary: Camila takes you to Coachella with the rest of the cast of Riverdale. You and Kj get separated from the group and things get intimate.

Warnings: kissing, Coachella, kj cuteness


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Boyfriend Series; Vernon/Hansol

- you’re his two-teens
- for your first date, hansol takes you to the arcade
- you both play a bunch of games to get as many tickets as possible so that you can trade them for something cool at the counter
- you both ended up spending the tickets on candies and little gifts for the other members. hansol suggested the latter and it makes you smile seeing how much he loves them all
- before leaving the arcade, hansol wins a stuffed bear from a crane game for you
- you exclaim “thank you, hansol!!” when he hands it to you and you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek
- but hansol thinks you’re going for his lips, so in a moment of panic, he leans forward and surprises you by kissing you first
- despite the noise, it’s all just perfect, and that is how you both share your first kiss
- you eventually tell him you were going for a kiss on the cheek, and you laugh as you watch his whole face heat up
- you name the stuffed bear hansol because “it looks like him”
- after telling him this, he makes the exact same facial expression as the bear and says “i don’t see it” and you’re just like you fricking meme
- most of your dates are fun and competitive like laser tag, bowling and mini golf
- hansol always says “loser pays for dinner” but let’s be real, he stills pays even if you lost LOL
- “hansol i lost i can pay lol” “oh whoops my card slipped and i accidentally paid for everything”
- you always quote his videos from his pre-debut days and he’s always just so done with you
- “kidney function isn’t a right. it’s a privilege.” “……i am a changed man. can we not bring up the past”
- he gets embarrassed when calling you cute nicknames like babe
- accidentally called you “ice ice baby” once and it became an inside joke between you two so he calls you that when he’s teasing you
- your contact name on his phone is “sweet potato”
- you both have matching BEANIES and you wear it all four seasons
- he loves surprise kisses on the cheek!!! whether it’s giving them or receiving them
- he can’t control his blush when he sees you embarrassed because he finds it too cute how you cover your face with your hands
- you’re always the one who initiates skinship, but when he does…. CHERISH IT
- hand-holding is as far as it goes…… but he does like cuddling, and in those rare moments it happens, he holds you close to his chest while your legs are tangled together
- likes to send you pictures of EVERYTHING from pretty landscapes to ugly blurry pictures of the other members
- the other members like to tease you both when you’re together and hansol just apologizes to you like “sorry about these kids, they’re always like this”
- you both have tons of inside jokes and whenever one of you say one, you both laugh silently while clapping your hands like seals
- tickle fights and he always loses because he’s so ticklish
- you both bake chocolate cakes together and smear icing all over each other’s faces
- loves watching movies with you, whether it’s watching old movies at the dorm or going to the cinema
- you both like to make this huge pillow fort at the dorm and watch movies together inside of it
- the other members always try to butt in, they once all tried to fit inside the fort and it ended up falling apart and hansol gave them all the cold shoulder for two days straight
- he lets you borrow his headphones so that you could listen to his music during long train rides
- he lends you his jacket and/or mittens when it’s cold outside
- he lends you his baseball cap when he sees you keep covering your face with your hand because of the bright sun
- he lends you his clothes because he likes seeing you wear them
- he just lends you a bunch of his things all the time
- likes lying his head on your lap while you play with his hair, finds it comfortable when he wants to take a quick nap
- you’re in love with his sleepy voice, you usually hear these when you see him after a long day or after he wakes up from a nap and you just
- hansol how dare you
- he gets really shy when complimenting you, it’s charming tbh
- he surprisingly gets really jealous and stingy, especially when another member is involved or when he catches someone staring at you
- when it’s one of the members, it’s nothing bigger than a pout or a cold shoulder
- but when it’s a stranger, he doesn’t say a thing but just sticks to your side and gets super protective, like he wants to be with you at all times to keep them away from you
- “don’t go around looking so pretty….” “what” “what”
- your phone backgrounds are always horrid pictures of each other, whether they’re ugly faces or blurry disasters
- but it makes hansol’s day and it makes your day, so neither of you ever want to change it
- hansol’s i love you’s are quick and quiet, and not often said because he fears that if he says it too often, it’ll lose its sincerity
- but you always hear them and when you do, it makes you unbelievably happy because you love him just as much
- “(name)?”
- “yes?”
- “…..iloveyou.”
- “(laughs) i love you too, hansol.”

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36, 18, 9 with 40s!Bucky pretty please? THANK YOU! (from @mindingmyownbusiness) So glad to see you writing again!

(@mindingmyownbusiness I hope you like itttt and all the 1940s Bucky gifs i used, too.)

You were easily Bucky’s favorite person.. Aside from Steve, anyway. Being that you were Steve’s little sister, it made sense, he thought. You and Steve were only a year and a half apart, so the three of you had always been inseparable. He loved how you always seemed to look on the bright side, and how you always managed to bring a smile to his and your brother’s faces. Bucky knew that you were one of a kind, and he wasn’t going to find another girl like you in his lifetime, but he was always too nervous to make a move. Steve might’ve been little, but he still knew how to throw a punch.

You’d gone out to meet with a boy that you’d been on four dates with already, and although Steve didn’t like the kid, he didn’t stop you from going.. but when you came running in the door, tears streaming down your cheeks and small whimpers escaping your lips, Steve couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “I told you, Y/N. Tommy is bad news.” He said as he stood up from where he and Bucky sat at the dining table, playing cards. “Hang it up, Steve, its over. I don’t want to talk about it.” You managed to mutter as you walked past the two of them and into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

Steve’s face was turning about eight different shades of red, when Bucky set his cards on the table, patting his friends shoulder as he stood up. “I got this, pal. You need to calm down before you blow a fuse.” Bucky said softly, squeezing Steve’s shoulder before releasing him and walking to your bedroom door, knocking lightly. “Doll?”

You managed to whimper out a soft, “Come in.” He smiled to himself when he entered your room and saw you curled up on your bed, clutching the stuffed bear he’d won you at the fair last year. As he got closer, sitting on the side of your bed, he noticed fresh tears pooling in your eyes and instinctively reached forward, catching the small droplets with his thumb. “Oh, sugar, please don’t cry.” He whispered and you forced a small smile. “I know, I know, Buck.. big girls don’t cry.” You replied, using the line Steve had used on you too many times. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he wiped away another tear. “Steve’s a wise guy, alright..” He muttered, and you let out a small giggle in return.

He tried not to let it show, but the sound of your laughter made his heart flutter inside his chest. He wished he could keep you laughing, keep you smiling. “C’mon, doll.. Just tell me, what’s eatin’ you?” He wondered, his hand lingering on your jaw as you fluttered your eyes closed, a light blush forming on your cheeks. “I, uh.. Well.. If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t let Steve slug Tommy, okay..?” You said softly, to which Bucky let out a long breath that neither of you realized he’d been holding in. “Did he put his hands on you? I swear to god, Y/N, if he hurt you, I’ll be the one to slug ‘em.” He spoke, the hand on your cheek caressing your skin even more gently, as if he was afraid even his touch was painful for you.

“No! No, Buck, I… Well.. Tommy made a pass at me at dinner, and I..” You paused, adverting your gaze, your blush deepening. “I-I told him no, and he got mad..” Your voice was getting softer with each word you spoke. “A-and he dumped me.”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment, staring at you, waiting for you to elaborate, and when you didn’t, his mind ran wild. “Did.. What did he do..?” Bucky asked, his voice barely above a whisper. If it was possible for you to get any more embarrassed, you did. “O-oh, Bucky, no! He just.. He tried to kiss me, but, uh, I-I’ve never been kissed, so when it finally happens, I want it to be special, y’know?” You began to ramble, and Bucky was just staring at you, dumbfounded.

“Wait, wait, hold on a second, doll.. What do you mean, ‘never been kissed’?” He asked, cutting off your nonsense. You licked your lips, nodding once. “Exactly that, Buck.. I.. I want it to be with someone special.

You looked back up and met his eyes, noticing something different about them. There was a maturity, a wanting in them that you’d never seen before. It made a shiver run down your spine, which didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky, as he smirked and tugged his lower lip into his mouth.

Would you let me kiss you..? Just once?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper- all while maintaining eye contact with you. Your eyes went wide at his offer and you found yourself at a loss for words. “I..” You tried to speak, but nothing came out. He grinned, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as he smoothed his hair back. “It’s alright, doll.. I know when I’m not wanted.” He said in a light tone, trying not to let you see how stupid he felt. He went to stand from your bed, but you reached out for his hand, pulling him back down, a quiet wait escaping your lips. You sat up slowly, pushing your hair away from your face while he looked down at you, licking his lips. “Yeah, doll?” He whispered, coming close enough now that his forehead was resting against yours. “W-will you kiss me..?” You asked, eyes scanning his for any sign of hesitation.

His eyes sparkled as a large smile grew on his lips, nodding, making his nose brush yours with each movement. “Yes ma’am.” He breathed, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t contain the small gasp that left your mouth when his tongue almost immediately darted out, swiping across your lower lip to beg for permission to mingle with yours. One of his hands moved to your lower back, pulling you closer to him at the same time that your hand found its way to his hair, tugging on the dark strands.

And all too quickly, it was over.

Bucky pulled away, using his thumb to wipe the excess wetness from his lower lip as he smiled with one eyebrow raised. “Ya sure you’ve never been kissed before?” He asked, a small chuckle following the question. You nodded with a small smile, keeping your hand tangled in his hair, wanting to stay close to him. He hummed, rubbing soothing circles on your back with his palm and pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “You know Steve is gonna slug me, right?” He asked, causing you to let out a giggle. “You’re going to tell him?” That honestly surprised you. He nodded, lacing his other hand with yours. “Of course I am. Now that Tommy’s outta the picture, I’m gonna make you my girl.” He replied with a wink, making you blush all over again. “There’s not another dame like you in the world, doll..” He whispered, bringing your hand up to his lips for a tender kiss.

And you’d be wrapped around his finger from that day forward.

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EbumI Masaru from the anime ALL OUT. I actually find the show pretty charming, I remember reading a comment saying that the show was trash, but I disagree. The show isn’t perfect but it isn’t awful, plus it is another sports anime  that has some similar plots like every other sports anime, such as: Yuri on Ice!, Free! (<3), Haikyuu!, DAYS, Prince of Tennis (well that show was really good.) I don’t know why I am rambling on!! ENJOY THE PICTURE. :D

I am also doing 7 dollar lineart/sketch drawings similar to the one I did for Ebumi, so if you are interested you can let me know :D

Also I have a little reference I used of him here.

knowing me, knowing you (christophe/victor)
  • they were never together-together, but probably started fucking at the vancouver olympics and have always been to rely on each other for something physical since.  they’re cut from a similar cloth: in their late teens they realize they’re in the best shape of their lives, they’re beautiful, they’re incredibly talented, and they’re only going to get better.  they don’t have time for relationships, but they recognize kindred spirits in each other.  they love each other, but they’ve never been in love. love is for other, more ordinary people.
  • victor is 21, and christophe is 19, and the world championships are in turin.  victor takes silver and christophe comes in fifth.  it’s the last year that victor doesn’t take gold and christophe doesn’t make the podium.  at the banquet when victor says, “let’s get out of here,” he doesn’t mean up to his room.  they fly to amsterdam and spend their first weekend of the off season getting baked with a series of beautiful men sandwiched between them.  they take turns being the one in the morning to go get coffee and roll spliffs to smoke on the fire escape out of their grungy hotel room.  they don’t go sight-seeing and they don’t hold hands, but they fuck a lot and kiss over the sweaty shoulders of other people.
  • it sort of becomes a thing after that.  it’s like their own annual Treat Yo’self weekend as soon as the season ends, where they run off somewhere to go be unrepentant eurotrash.  a few pictures of them surface from a yacht party in ibiza after victor takes gold in moscow and christophe takes bronze.  
  • victor cuts lines as clean as he skates them.  they end up fucking on molly for what feels like three days, and it’s the kind of fucking where they never get off, just do it to chase the friction and slip.  afterwards they’re both more sore than practice has ever left them, and victor spends another half week recovering at chris’s condo in geneva, where they drink champagne for breakfast and go for afternoon runs down the rhone and give each other lazy blowjobs in the shower afterwards.  when christophe tries to define his youth, he’ll mostly think of this week.
  • they don’t see each other for four months afterwards, and it’s fine, because love is for ordinary people, and they have skating and they have medals and they’ll have another life in ten years after now that they can waste on things like love.
  • the next year they stay in nice after the competition and make their way through a series of clubs.  victor is a good dancer, but christophe is better.
  • victor is sharper edges when he’s fucked up, more honest, more funny, just a more pronounced version of himself.  they’ve got medals around their necks and good drugs and tailored clothes and when they’re together, they feel invincible.  they have each other those weeks, and they have anyone else they want too.  whatever language whoever they’re fucking speaks, they speak the opposite; french in front of tourists, english in front of locals.  it feels like they share a thousand secrets.  it’s not a relationship.
  • london is the next year.  christophe almost takes gold from victor, but this is the year that victor perfects his quad flip and annihilates the competition.  they have a threesome with a woman who is perfect tits and curves, who loves their accents and has a hot friend who wants to know is she can come.  later, they agree that twenty years from now, this is something they’ll joke about.
  • at the NHK trophy in sapporo, christophe runs into katsuki yuuri for the first time.  he’s a hopeful for the GPF in saitama and already being heralded as the ace skater of the country.  he doesn’t make it, flubbing all his quads, but he’s got a good handle on his triple axel and has a beautiful step sequence.  christophe keeps his distance, but makes a mental note to keep tabs on him.  he asks victor about him after victor takes gold again in saitama.  they’re in a hello kitty themed love hotel, and victor is naked save for a bad badtz-maru pillow over his dick.  victor’s never heard of him
  • victor seems colder in sochi, despite being favorite to win olympic gold, despite having the home crowd behind him.  he seems tired.  he drinks an entire fifth of vodka and lets christophe fuck him while he’s wearing his team gold and individual gold, because his dick can barely stay hard. afterwards he asks chris, “do you ever get lonely?” christophe doesn’t know what he means.  their lives are supposed to be lonely.  love is for other people.  
  • katsuki yuuri bombs at the grand prix final and then gets bombed at the banquet, and a light goes on in victor’s eyes that christophe realizes he hasn’t seen in a long time, and he thinks, oh.
  • victor updates his instagram after worlds the next year from amsterdam.  he and yuuri are sightseeing parts of the city that christophe has never seen.  christophe only really remembers the ceilings of hotel rooms, and what the streets looked like at night.   victor and yuuri are eating stroopwafel in jordaan and drinking afternoon beers at hannekes boom.  yuuri looks shy, a hickey peeking out from the collar of his shirt; victor looks happy.  christophe is the first person to press like.  
Bound to Happen (Part 3), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,311

Author’s Note: Introduction of a Joey Lucas-esque character, I kinda blasted though this story line to get to the next one (a rather angsty one, at that). Hope you enjoy! This is based off of literally one of my favorite scenes ever from WW.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn.

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“What should I order for your dinner?” You called through the door, sitting criss-cross on the floor outside Lin’s dressing room. You typed furiously at your laptop, barely registering when he answered.

“Nothing, I’m going out.”

“Hmm?” He poked his head out the door, tilted down so he lingered just above you.

“I have a date.” His head disappeared back into his room.


“Her name is Allison.” The door swung open and his hand was at the top of your laptop, forcing it closed in your lap. “She’s very smart and very interesting and she’s totally in love with me.”

“So she’s blind, too?”

“Shut up.” The breeze of him rushing away pushed your hair into your face, you stood and followed, just as you always did. Trailing behind him with a million items in your itinerary, you were still willing to humor Lin in all his franticness, “There she is.”

He ran his hand through his hair a final time, fluffing it so it sat just right.

Allison!” He called, waving his hand like a maniac. She was pulled from her conversation with the doorman, smiling politely to excuse herself.

“Holy shit, Lin. She’s way out of your league.” You whispered, though you kept it just loud enough so that she could still hear it. You put on a smile, forcing your hand out to her in introduction.

“You’re Y/N!” She gushed, and you knew immediately you couldn’t force yourself to hate her. “He never shuts up about you.” He nudged Lin and you were able to read his reaction immediately.

I don’t want to talk about this.

“Where are you two going?” He smiled at you, grateful for your shift in subject.


“That’s nice! I won’t keep you.” You watched as Lin’s hand found home in the dip of her back. “Be back in two hours, you have a meeting with Alex before the show.” You reminded.

With a glance at his watch, Lin was escorting her out the building. You smiled at the thought of Lin getting out there - he certainly deserved a good break away from the theater. You just couldn’t shake the nervous pricking at the back of your neck.

“Y/N?” Mandy stood to the side, inspecting you as you watched where Lin and Allison once stood. You hummed in acknowledgement, “What’s going on between you guys?”

“Well, I’m not sure I have a specific title. But my paycheck says ‘Chief Assistant’. Whatever that means.” You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to anything that meant you wouldn’t have to meet Mandy’s gaze.

“Right.” Mandy smiled lightly, wondering if she was overstepping her boundaries yet, “Are you in love with him?” Her head tilted, and she spoke almost conversationally.

“He’s intolerable.” You answered, just as casual. Clueless was the best way to go about this, you decided. “So I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Your tone shifted, and Mandy stepped back. She had pushed you too far.

“Right. Sorry. Reading too far into things.” She waved her hand, as if physically brushing the idea away from herself, “You know how it is. Cooped up in the theater too long and you start seeing things. Chris swears the ghost of George Washington haunts this place.” She rolled her eyes.

You laughed as she diverted away from the subject she had brought up, allowing yourself to relax when she decided not to delve further into an interrogation.

“I mean, if you’re looking. There’s this guy-”

“Sure.” You nodded, the intolerable sting in the back of your neck growing stronger, “Yeah, why not?”

“Great. I’ll set something up.” Mandy nodded off to she side before retreating backstage.

You needed a new plan.

“I’m so happy you invited me out!” Allison gushed, fingers grazing over the racks of clothes before her.

“Me too, I never get to spend time with anyone that Lin dates.” You smiled kindly as she held a top up to her torso.

“You’re always running around for him, I don’t know how you find the time for yourself.” She pouted, as if to say ‘Poor you!’. She shook her head and hung the top back on the rack, deciding against it with one glance at the price tag.

“Yeah. Balance is a good thing. I like to stay busy.” You assured her, pointing to a skirt you thought would flatter her hips. “You guys seem really great together, though. He talks about you all the time and I think you make him happy.”

She inspected you for a moment and you plastered the smile you had practiced in the mirror that morning.

“Yeah? So you’re happy for us?” You continued to smile, nodding happily. “Interesting that all he wants to do when we’re together is talk about you.”

She wasn’t upset or annoyed, just generally curious.

“I mean, I get it. You guys go way back. But sometimes I wonder if there’s something more there.” She watched as your face fell for a split second, solidifying her position, ”I’m probably just being silly. No need to make a big deal out of it. I don’t want to be that kind of girlfriend.”

You laughed together, each forcing it in a certain way that didn’t allow detection from the other. She settled on buying the skirt to humor you, planning on returning it in a few days.

Allison was surprised to see Lin at her door so late without warning. While she knew Lin enjoyed being spontaneous and fun, she assumed you had his days planned to the minute and he couldn’t afford to stray too much.

“Does Y/N know you’re here?” Was her first question when she swung the door open.

“I don’t need her permission for everything I do. She’s not my mom.” Lin smiled, hands stuffed in his pockets to protect them from the cold breeze.

“That’s the problem.” Allison mumbled, stepping aside, “I think we need to talk.”

Lin’s heart dropped at those words. Right, she would say that the timing wasn’t right or she needed to go over her options or something that forced him out of the picture.

“Actually, I think you and Y/N need to talk.” Allison led him inside to her kitchen, where she made fast work of pouring some form of alcohol. “She is so obviously in love with you.”

Lin laughed at the idea. Sure, people had commented on your relationship before, generally curious if anything was going on. But no one had outwardly said it in that fashion before.

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m not. And I can tell you either feel the same or are on the verge.” Lin had to stop himself from chugging down his drink.

“Didn’t you guys hang out the other day? What did you say to her?”

“Nothing! I could just tell that she was deflecting. She kept talking about rooting for us and she had this smile.” Lin’s eyebrows crinkled, just as they always did when he was trying to picture something. 

Y/N’s smile.

“She’s in love with you and she knows it’s getting obvious. She’s forcing us together so no one else notices. It’s okay, but I’m not here to get in the middle of everything.”

Lin stayed for another hour, desperately trying to convince her that Y/N had nothing but platonic feelings for him. If anything, she barely tolerated him and stayed for the paycheck. Still, his attempts were futile and he left her building with one less girlfriend and one more headache.

“Talk to her.” Allison said, her last words to Lin before shooing him off her porch. It was approaching one in the morning.

He didn’t. Instead, he trudged home in the darkness, chugged the last beer in his fridge, and tucked himself into bed without changing.

He knew you would be calling in a few hours, but even then he said nothing.

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Summary: Y/N and Peter have been best friends since childhood, but when they enter middle school, Y/N joins the popular crowd and leaves Peter behind.

AN: this may become a series lol

Peter Parker x Reader

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I ran as fast as I could and hid behind a tree. I peeked from the side to see if he was following me and saw no one. He was right behind me. I thought. I faced back and waited for Peter to call out for me. I went to peek behind me again. Nothing. I turned back and -


“Ah!” I let out a high pitched scream. Peter Parker was hanging upside down from a low branch and laughing his brains out. “Peter! That wasn’t funny!” I crossed my arms.

Peter swung down from the tree. “Oh, come on Y/N. You have to admit that was pretty funny.” He gave me a grin, showing off the loss of his two front teeth.

“For you.” I said, still pouting. I turned around and walked away from Peter. 

“Hey! Y/N! Wait!” Peter yelled out. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. He stood in front of me. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” He looked down at his shoes.

“Okay!” He looked up and I gave him an equally toothless grin. “Let’s go play another game! I’m thinking…tag! TAG YOU’RE IT!” I tapped his shoulder and ran off, laughing. 

“I’m gonna get ya Y/N!” 

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RFA: MC Moved On


So you moved on. Out of curiosity, and maybe a bit of sadness, he had found a social media account of yours. He certainly didn’t expect it to be covered with images of another man.. 


    He rapidly scrolled down and down past all the images, heart aching at every new picture. It wasn’t true, right? You had to leave for your own safety, right? Or did you leave to meet this strange guy? 

    Tears dripped onto his keyboard. Yoosung swiped off the droplets with a rushed hand, nearly knocking the keyboard off the table. Crying was a childish thing to do. This new boyfriend of yours probably didn’t cry at everything. He lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. What used to calm him only frustrated him more. Why could he not stop crying?

    A week later, tears were a thing of the past for Yoosung. Emotions were a thing of the past. He never smiled, and never loved. Was this what you wanted? A mature man who could handle his emotions? 

Because I can meet your expectations now. 


    Zen frowned as he scrolled down further into your account. This man had to be just a friend. But every picture screamed in his face that you had moved on. Photographed kisses, captions filled with hearts, and pictures of you smiling. With him. 

    Zen got up from his computer, fuming. Why he was angry, he wasn’t sure. He walked to the sink, and tried to splash himself with cold water. But he ended up just staring right into his mirrored eyes. He wasn’t handsome. He was ugly. Just like what his family had said. If he really was attractive, it shouldn’t have been that hard to keep you with him. 

    Of course facial features weren’t the only thing you could have loved, but it was the only thing he could see in himself. Even his personality. His narcissism disappeared, and he began to hate himself.

You’re the beauty, I’ll always just be the beast. [NOT THE “RELEASE THE BEAST” KIND]


    Jaehee smiled softly as she saw your smile again. The pain in her heart was not to be ignored, but at least you were happy. Maybe you were never happy with her. Maybe she was just an experiment on your sexual orientation. 

    But what could she do now? Nothing. So she drowned herself in work. She took documents home, and worked till dawn. Her sleeping schedule further deteriorated, but she was happy. Because you had found happiness. Even if it was with another. 

   The other members grew worried about her health, but she claimed all was well. And in a morbid sense, that was true. She was okay with living a life of constant work. Because no matter how happy you were, she could still feel a little bit of pain. 

If you’re happy, I’m content. 


    With a frustrated sigh, Jumin continued looking at the images. Every kiss, every smile, every picture. They hurt him. But he took some form of twisted satisfaction from them. 

    Feeling such an intense emotion comforted him. It reminded him of the days when you were there. Even intense pain soothed him. After all, that must mean that he was capable of emotion, right? And he coped with the pain in the only one way he knew. Wine. 

    He drank more than he ever had that night. The next day his head complained harshly, but the worst pain of all was still remembering. Remembering how happier you looked with the new, strange man. One who could smile in public without any coaxing. 

Perhaps I was never enough. 


    He chuckled, glancing at the photos. You must have known that he would see these images. And yet you had posted them. He continued to laugh, but his vision was blurring. And before he knew it, tears were cascading down his cheeks. 

    He was weak. But he couldn’t stop. The first person to actually see and care for his true self was gone. Maybe it was his cold demeanor, maybe it was his depressed reality. Whatever it was, it had made her run away. But his 707 personality had drawn her in. 

    Chip bags and soda cans littered his floor. The only light in the room was a monitor, as Seven typed away. Bzzt. Seven picked up his phone. With a deep sigh, and a drink of Dr. Pepper, he entered the chat with a digital smile.

Why make jokes when my entire life is a joke? 

[Unknown and V]

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I can’t help myself but since the first time I saw this picture I can’t but think JI is calling/talking with Ksoo. You know those phonecalls you make to your lover when you’are apart/away from each other, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, laughing and telling each other how was their day, smiling at nowhere like totally fools just for the happiness of hearing one another at the phone and JI looking at the sky/stars while listening to Ksoo speak and can’t stop thinking to himself: “I’m so damn in love with this man.”

Auston Matthews - Part 27

Here we go again… 

My phone rings as I climb back into my car after getting groceries. Looking at the caller ID, Alex’s name flashes across the screen and I answer.

               “Hey girl,” I say, putting her on speaker phone as I start my car up.

               “Hey! How’s it going?” Alex says, overly cheerful like usual when she calls me nowadays since I let slip that Auston and I actually went on our first date over three weeks ago. Ever since then she has been all over me.

               “Everything is great!” I say, my mind wandering to last night and my cheeks flush.

               “Going to the game tonight?” Alex asks.

               “Unfortunately, no. Riley, my lab partner is coming over because we are way behind… or so he says,” I grumble into the phone, pulling out into traffic.

               “Riley is a boy?”

               “Yeah?” I make a face. “Why?”

               “Where are you working?” Alex asks, ignoring my own question.

               “My house, why?” I ask again.

               “Is Auston okay with that?”

               “Um I didn’t ask him permission because he’s not my mother?” I snap into the receiver. “What is with you? I’m twenty-one years old, I think I can decide things on my own without asking my nineteen year old boyfriend.”

               “Whoa calm down, I didn’t mean to upset you… Auston is just well… he can be a jealous person,” Alex says quickly, clearly not wanting my temper directed her way, even if she is hundreds of miles away.

               “There is not a single thing to be jealous about. I’ve gone to every home game since I moved to Toronto, I think he will be okay if I miss one due to school,” I sigh into the phone, rolling my eyes.

               “I know, I’m just telling you. I doubt that if Auston knew that your partner was a boy…” she starts and as if she can feel my temper rising through the phone she quickly changes the subject to the boy that Breyana is currently pinning after.

               My mind stays on the previous conversation though. Would Auston be mad? I don’t think so, he doesn’t have a single thing to be jealous about…


               Alex’s voice breaks me out of my trance and I wonder if the light I just passed under was green or not.

               “What?” I ask.

               “I asked you if you’ve gotten anymore charms for your bracelet yet,” Alex laughs through the phone.

               “Oh,” my eyes flash to my wrist and back to the road. “No, I haven’t. Didn’t really think about it actually. You know me, I would need to get two so that it’s balanced,” I say.

               “True, forgot you’re my little OCD baby,” Alex teases through the phone and I scowl at the road.

               “Well I’m almost home so…” I trail and I can practically feel her roll her eyes at me through the phone.

               “Fine, I’ll talk to you later,” Alex says and we hang up after saying goodbye right as I pull into my driveway.

               I spend my morning color coding my notes and organizing everything that Riley and I will need for this evening. Glancing at the clock which is showing 3:45, I guess that my mom is done with work for the day and call her. Just like I do every day.

               “Hi, mama,” I say when she answers.

               “Hi, baby,” my mom says back to me, I can hear my dad in the background babbling away.

               “Is dad on the phone?” I ask.

               “Yes, we are in the car on the way to Detroit for their game. It’s not as fun without you,” she admits and I feel my heart break a little.

               “I wish I was there with you,” I say softly into the phone, wanting my mom to hug me and pet my hair while my dad makes his famous hot chocolate with a shot of Irish Cream in it. The only time I’ve gotten homesick the last four weeks is when Auston goes on the road, meaning pretty much all my friends are on the road as well.

               “I think your dad is coming to Toronto next week for a game, he’s excited to see you,” she says and my heart lifts up inside me.

               “Really?” I squeal and my dogs come bounding into the room, most likely thinking I stepped on one of their toys.

               “And I’ll see you in thirteen days for your cousins wedding,” she adds and I smile.

               “I know! I can’t wait mama!”

               “Your father is giving me a dirty look, I think he wants me to stop talking over him on his phone call,” she muses and I roll my eyes.

               “Alright, I’ll talk to you later, love you,” I say.

               “Love you too, baby,” she whispers and hangs up the phone. I place my phone on the counter, my mood sufficiently improved just from a minute conversation with my mom.

               I open a snapchat from Auston that I had gotten earlier, the others have calmed down a bit on their obsession with embarrassing Auston and now I only get a few snaps from them during the day. This one is a picture of his food and the caption, ‘im worked up about the game. Relieve my stress?’ I roll my eyes and take a picture of my legs from my position leaning against the counter, sending him back a ‘not in the way you’re insinuating.’

               Right away he snaps me back, this time of his face, a pout firmly in place. I take another picture of my legs this time captioning it, ‘if that’s what you wanted in a girlfriend then you chose the wrong one. I relieve stress in other ways.’

               Again, he responds right away, a mirror picture of his perfect suit. ‘then im on my way.’ I giggle and walk to the mirror in my downstairs bathroom and send him a picture back. ‘Nope, doors are locked.’

               This time results in a phone call full of pouting, teasing and promises that I make him to get him to stop pouting.

               “Go to your game, Auston,” I finally say, exasperated as usual when I talk to him on the phone.

               “Fine. Hopefully I score on the ice because it sounds like I’m not when I go to bed tonight,” he muses and I giggle.

               “Shut up, you don’t technically score any other night actually,” I remind him and I can hear him huff at me through the phone.

               “Not for lack of trying, babe. Not for lack of trying,” he pouts again and I know he’s shaking his head in exaggeration.

               “Oh whatever,” I roll my eyes. “Good luck, I’ll be watching from my couch all night,” I say.

               “I’ll take what I can get. Can I come over after?” He asks.

               “Is that even a question?” I ask. “You leave tomorrow for four days, gotta take advantage of your body while I can,” I tease and bite my lip waiting for his response.

               “Who taught you to talk like that?” Auston snaps after a moment and I giggle. “You can’t do that to a man before a big game, Y/N.” He scolds and I laugh harder.

               “Bye, Auston,” I whisper and he sighs.

               “Bye, babe. I’ll see you later,” he promises and we hang up.

               I turn around to see both of my dogs staring at me.

               “What? You’re girls, you know how it is,” I defend myself against their judgmental stares. “If I play ball will you stop staring at me?” I ask and their heads tilt at the mention of a ball.

               I spend the rest of the day until Riley gets here tiring my dogs out as best I can so they aren’t pestering me all night again. I hear a car door slam in front of the house and rush my hounds inside, telling them to behave as I go to open the front door.

               “Hey,” I say, taking a step back so Riley can cross the threshold. All 6’2’’ of his slim frame making its way into my living room. I notice his hat is covering his blonde hair along with his ears and I smile at the thought of Auston and his stupid hat.

               “Hey, nice place. Much better than a crammed apartment,” Riley grins at me and I laugh.

               “I can only imagine, you can put your things on the coffee table,” I gesture and he follows behind me. “Want anything to drink?” I ask, stepping into the kitchen as he pauses to put his things down.

               “Water would be nice, thank you,” he responds, taking a seat on the couch and organizing his things among mine on the table. As I come back into the living room with his water and a pop for myself I have to laugh.

               “You color code your notes too?” I ask, handing him his water. His fingers brush mine as he takes the glass.

               “Of course, I don’t get how people can learn when things aren’t organized,” he says grinning at me and I laugh again.

               “I thought I was the only one,” I squat down onto the floor and flip open my binder. “I thought we would start on Ganymede and Callisto and then work our way down to the smaller moons of Jupiter,” I say glancing at him. His blue eyes are on me and he quickly clears his throat and nods.

               “Yeah, great idea,” he says and I hear almost a little annoyance in this tone.

               “Okay, did you want to take Callisto so we can go a bit faster?” I ask, deciding to ignore my previous thought.

               “In a hurry for something?” Riley asks, definitely annoyed this time. I flush and shake my head.

               “No, it’s just you’re here to work on our project… I just thought we could get more done tonight if we broke each section into parts and went from there,” I stammer, confused at his tone.

               Riley stares at me a moment, an odd look on his face then he blinks several times and rubs his face.

               “I didn’t mean to snap at you, Y/N. I’m sorry, I just get stressed out with group work. You’re so much more advanced than I am for this class and I’m just not used to it,” he says and I relax, I hadn’t even realized my body was as tense as a coiled spring.

               “No worries,” I say a bit awkwardly, not knowing what else to do.

               “You can take Callisto, I’ll do Ganymede,” he smiles at me, reaching for his binder. I notice his teeth are incredibly straight and whiter than the wall behind him.

               I give him a tight smile and nod, taking my book out and flipping through it, grateful for something else to look at.

               Riley seems to relax a bit more the longer we work. Once seven comes around I stand to turn on the Leafs game, though the settings were still set to the Xbox so I have to get up and manually change the input. When I bend down to reach the switch I glance over my shoulder at Riley.

               “Mind if I turn the game on?” I ask, his eyes flash to mine from where they had been trained on my behind. I open my mouth, not sure how to go about the fact that I just caught him checking me out.

               Riley seems oblivious and grins at me. “That’s fine,” and then he proceeds to talk hockey with me for a few minutes after I get the T.V situated and take my place back on the floor across from him. I never letting on that I’m dating a player and newly best friends with another couple. People in Toronto tend to get really excited when you let slip that you know Leafs players, a lesson I learned very well.  

               We are able to work in comfortable silence for the entire first period. Though once intermission hits he pushes his laptop away from him and stretches his arms above his head.

               “So how has Canada been treating you so far, Y/N?” Riley asks, leaning back into the couch and looking down at me.

               “It’s been fine so far,” I say only glancing at him before narrowing in on my textbook again. “Enjoyable,” I add.

               “Had much time to go out and meet new people?” He continues and I give up on reading. I look up from my book, putting it back on the coffee table.

               “I already knew a few people before moving, but yes, I’ve made several friends,” I can see where this conversation is going and I’m scrambling for a response.

               Riley nods, his eyes still on me. He has a cute face, more along the lines of ‘let me pinch your cheeks’ rather than Auston’s ‘let’s make out’ face. His hair is styled very precisely, longer at the top and shorter below, he wears expensive clothes which I find ironic that he complains about having to have roommates to afford his apartment.

               “Been to any clubs?” He asks and I breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t ask what I thought he would.

               “Nope, not a club person,” I give him a tight smile and tense when I hear Auston’s voice. I whip around but it’s only the T.V and he’s doing an intermission interview before the beginning of the second period. My heart fills as I listen to him spew out his typical clinches about what they need to do better in the next period, being down one to nothing. I suddenly wish more than anything that I was at the arena sitting with a few of the other girlfriends and wives.

               “You a fan of him?” Riley asks me and look to see him nodding at the T.V. “He’s a great player.”

               “I’ve seen better,” I mutter, looking back at the screen with a smile on my face.

               “Oh shit, I just realized I never grabbed dinner like I said I would!” Riley exclaims and I jump, startled at the sudden outburst. “I’m so sorry. I completely forgot!”

               “Oh, don’t worry about it!” I reassure him. “If you’re hungry I can put a pizza in the oven or something,” I give him a smile and he returns one.

               “Could you? I hate to ask, but I’m starving,” he rubs his stomach in exaggeration.

               “Yeah, of course,” I say, getting to my feet and making my way into the kitchen and digging through my freezer. A few minutes later I have the oven heated and a pizza cooking.

               I squat down onto the floor again, ready to get set on the next part of the project. Riley and I fall back into a slightly less comfortable silence because he glances at me every few minutes and then looks quickly away when I catch him. It’s nothing. He can look all he wants.

               However, when the oven timer goes off, I practically run into the kitchen, peeking over the counter at him as I crouch down. He isn’t watching the game like I thought he would be, instead he’s looking at my phone on the table which just vibrated with what sounded like a snapchat notification. I think about my screen saver, a picture of Auston with my two dogs sleeping on the couch. Oh boy.

               I take my time getting the pizza out and cutting it.

               “Uh, pizza’s ready,” I call out to him. “Help yourself.” I give him a tight smile as I make my way back to my place at the coffee table.

               Riley eyes me a minute before standing and going to get his own plate.

               “Thank you,” he calls over his shoulder and I nod even though he isn’t looking.

               I look up in time to see 34 flash across the screen, streaking down the ice and finishing with a beautiful forehand shot beating the Oilers goalie top shelf. I sigh in admiration, grinning at the screen.

               “So… is he one of the ‘friends’ you already had here,” Riley says, settling back down on the couch and I notice the emphasis on ‘friends’ and I know exactly who he is referring to.

               “Yes,” I answer, a bit snappier than I had intended but I hope he gets my tone.

               “Lucky guy,” Riley mutters and I scowl at the T.V. annoyed beyond belief.

               “Well,” I say putting my now empty plate on the coffee table. “Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

               Riley nods and double tasks, eating and writing. I calm down as the silence takes back over, the only sound being the announcers on the T.V.

               We both look up at the screen as 34 streaks across the ice again, scoring once more in overtime to give the Leafs a two to one victory. Riley and I cheer and even high five, though I notice his hand lingers even after I pull mine away. I glance at the clock and know that Auston should be here in the next hour. Eyeing Riley for a moment, I decide it’s probably best that Riley isn’t here when Auston comes. Doing a quick estimate, I think I can get enough done to satisfy him to call it a night on the project if I do most of the work myself, he was right, I really am way above his level with this stuff.

               I get to work doing just that, Riley stares at me as my hands fly from my book to my computer to my pen and back again.

               “Um… we have a few days left to work on this…” he says after a few minutes.

               “Can’t talk, in the zone,” I say, nonchalantly checking the time on my phone.

               Forty-five minutes later I slam my book closed and yawn.

               “Alright, Riley. I think we call it a night,” I say around my large, fake yawn and he raises his eyebrows. He sat there doing almost nothing while I did all but the conclusion of the project.

               “Um, yeah… okay…” he says and there’s another funny tone to his voice. With incredibly slowness he starts to pack this things away and I resist the urge to stuff everything into his bag and rush him out the door. But that would be weird. Instead I sit there pretending to watch the T.V. screen, wondering to myself why I’m suddenly so nervous. You’re letting what Alex said get to you. You’ve seen the way Riley has been looking at you all night. If someone was looking at Auston that way you would be jealous.

               I get to my feet and wander into the kitchen just as lights shine into my living room from someone pulling into the drive way. Oh no, oh no! I chant in my head, glancing at Riley I see he’s paused in his packing and is looking out the window. I stand stiff as a board in the kitchen not knowing what to do.

               The front door opens and in walks Auston, holding his overnight bag in his hand. He looks over at me and smiles until he catches sight of Riley sitting on my couch staring at him. His smile instantly vanishes along with my stomach.

Side A, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Loosely based off of ‘Love is a Mix Tape’ by Rob Sheffield which I read forever ago and vaguely remember.

Words: 1,122

Author’s Note: Fun fact, I picked this book long before Lin went on that rant about making mix tapes on Twitter. Do I know that boy, or do I know that boy? This prompt made me sad but the deadline made me push through! Thank you time constraint for forcing me to write angst!

Warnings: Character death due to disease. Cursing. Mild spoilers for thes book.

Askbox | Masterlist | HamWriters write-a-thon | My fics from this week!

Start with a hype track, something to get the juices flowing and the hearts bumping.

Eminem was the way to go - he knew your guilty pleasures well. The fact that you hadn’t stumbled across an Eminem track since early high school was not lost on him. Nostalgia was on his side. He added Lose Yourself to the playlist, knowing you could recite it from memory after all these years.

Even more hype. This is the build up, keep building! This is the pregame to the Superbowl and you were the starting quarterback.

Beyonce had to make a guest appearance, what was a mix tape without her on it? Nothing. Run the World it was.

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Stretching in bed, I blinked my eyes open, squinting at the sunlight pouring through my blinds.

Knowing there was no rush to get up, since my Saturday was clear and free of any plans, I lazily reached for my phone, deciding to check some social media and if there was any texts from the boys.

When I saw all the notifications blowing my phone up, I sat upright in bed.

“What the hell…”

I scrolled through them quickly, realizing that a lot of people were talking about Joe and I, and our moments yesterday, although what those moments were, I had no idea.

Unlocking my phone, I jumped onto Twitter quickly, greeted with a swarm of notifications.

Ohmigosh, Y/N and Joe are so cute!

Y/S/N is real!

Look at them, so adorable!

Can they be any more obvious?!

I clicked onto a few pictures, a small growing on my face as they brought back the memories from the day prior.

Joe and I had both had some free time, so we decided to venture around London, exploring the different little shops. And apparently some fans had seen us and caught a few moments between us, although at the time, they hadn’t been moments.

Now though, looking at the photos, I felt my cheeks warm, because it did look like Joe and I were a couple instead of just best friends.

One of the pictures caught me mid-laugh, a hand on his arm, while he smiled fondly at me, one of his arms wrapping around my waist. Another had caught the moment he decided to spin me, large smiles across both of our faces. And one other caught us during a moment that looked like one of intimate conversation, when really we were just looking at the map on his phone, trying to figure out where the hell we were going.

There was even a video circling, and I clicked on it, turning the sound up to watch it.

The conversation between Joe and I couldn’t be heard, but the laughter from both of us was clear as we fell against each other, arms around one another as we continued to walk.

We looked like a genuine couple.

And apparently the fans were convinced we had been hiding it.

Falling back onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling, wondering if maybe I wanted to be a couple with Joe as well.

Hours later, the thoughts were still swirling through my mind, only fuelled as the pictures continued to circulate social media.

I hadn’t heard from Joe all day, and I did wonder what his thoughts were on it, knowing there was no way of him having not seen them. We had both been tweeted it a multitude of times.

Since neither of us had confirmed or denied our relationship status, the fans had simply decided that we were indeed dating, and were speculating on past moments from his vlogs or videos I had appeared in.

I had to give it to the fans, they were finding a lot of moments Joe and I had shared, ones I had never noticed until now.

A knocking on my door made me jump, lost in my thoughts. Dragging myself off of the couch and over to the door, I swung it open to find the one person who had been on my mind all day.

“Can we talk?” Joe asked, walking into the flat as I moved to the side.

“Uhm, hello to you too?”

“Hi. We need to talk.”

“Oh, I’m good. Thanks. And how has your day been?” I rolled my eyes, heading back over to the couch.


“Joe, you just barged in here randomly. Demanding that we talk, although you haven’t mentioned what about yet.”

“You know what.”

“Not really.”


“What about yesterday?” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I did know what he was on about, but I needed him to say the words out loud, to confirm whether I was seeing into things or not.

“Are we a couple?”

What?” Those were not the words I expected to hear from Joe, but he stared over at me seriously. “Joe, we’re best friends.”

“You saw the pictures and video.”

“Small moments taken out of context.”

“The fans think we’re dating.”

“Congratulations to the fans,” I replied, “But no, we aren’t a couple.”

“Why not?”

The question threw me off, and I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks tinged red. He was embarrassed.

“Do you want to be? Is that what you’re asking?”

“I, well…I mean…the pictures and videos…” I sat there, watching Joe stumble over his words, not entirely sure as to what he was trying to say.

“Are you just wanting to be a couple because the pictures made us seem like that?”

“No,” He shook his head, moving to sit beside me on the couch, “I want to be a couple because I like you. I actually have for a while, which is probably why we look like it so much in pictures. I can’t help myself around you, Y/N.” Joe smiled softly at me, reaching for one of my hands, “You bring out the cheesy guy in me.”

“Do I?” I asked, feeling shy suddenly. This was all I had thought about all day, and now it was happening.

“So, are we a couple?”

“I think you’re supposed to ask me out first.” I tease, giggling as he rolled his eyes, mumbling about how I’m making this complicated.

“Fine, Y/N. Will you go out with me?”

“Nah,” I wrinkled my nose, shaking my head. “Don’t fancy it.”

“Mhm, sure you don’t.” Joe smirked, leaning in. “Just say yes.”

“Well, since you insist…” I trailed off as he closed the distance between us, kissing me gently.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” He spoke when we broke apart, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand, “Are we a couple?”

“I sure hope so, because I want to kiss you again.”

“That counts as a yes.” Joe decided, pressing his lips against mine.

Dating Aaron Carpenter would include…

- posting weird and cute snapchats of him

- fans wanting to take pictures with both of you at the same time, with captions like “Mom & Dad

- him being super sweet and protective of you

- his face lighting up every time he talks about you, which is often

- developing cute little traditions, like cuddling up on the couch, eating cereal and watching cartoon shows almost every morning

- him probably being more hurt when anyone says something mean about you than you are yourself

- him making sure you always have a shirt or hoodie from him just so he can always see you in something that’s his

- having lazy drive through dinner in his car, both in sweatpants and you not even bothering to wear a bra cause he’s already seen you at your best and at your worst

- “What do you mean, I can’t bring Y/N?

- Naps. Pretty much everywhere.

- passionate sex

- laughing during sex; sometimes one of you would just start laughing at something random and it would just turn into a fit of giggles

- lying on his back and tracing his freckles and birth marks

- him doing the weirdest shit to make you laugh

- you having a picture of both of you holding hands as your screensaver, and your favorite picture of him as your background

- him sometimes being whiny “Y/N .. Come heeeeere

- “Hey sexy

- him commenting cute things on your Instagram pictures and some fans screenshotting and posting about it

- Cameron being like a brother cause you’re seeing him almost every day

- couple mirror selfies for snapchat, captioning it “Are we couple goals, yet?

- him being excited every time he brings something from traveling that he thought you might like “Y/N I got you something!

- giving each other back massages

- him having his favorite picture of you as his screensaver, and a picture of both of you making weird faces as his background

- Facetiming each other, sometimes until early in the morning while he’s in another country

- him singing or humming a song at the most random times; sometimes he’d sing your name to make you smile

- holding hands in public

- sitting on his lap when you’re with the guys, and him constantly having his hands on your waist or thigh

- you being slightly worried, but also pretty entertained whenever he’s filming challenges with the guys 

- “I swear if you hurt yourself, I’ll be mad” an hour later: “Y/N please don’t be mad, but…

- being lazy af sometimes

- having seen him cry at one point, cause he trusts you enough to be completely open and vulnerable, and vice versa. You’d comfort each other and talk about everything that bothers you and it would only make your bond stronger

- sticking up for each other in public “Why would you say that about her? You don’t even know her” 

Finally something written on this blog again :)

I hope you enjoy!


Why Keith and Lance belong in Gryffindor

a.k.a. “watch Kayser spend three hours on an AU theory post that will never be relevant to canon and then resume to regret their life.”

So, let’s do this.

While there’s been a fair amount of discussion regarding the House placement of all of the Paladins, Keith and Lance have certainly been the most debated. They are both very complex characters and I figured that without a huge fucking theory post, no one could ever come to a conclusion on this. And that’s why I’m here, because if there’s anything I do best it’s spending hours compiling evidence for something that won’t matter in the long run.

Without further ado, let’s start with the Sorting Hat and its process of determining the house that students belong to.

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Other Half of My Heart

Prompt: Soulmate AU where both soulmates share the same heartbeat. 

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 1,372

A/N: I’ve used Jocelyn as the name for Bones’ ex-wife as its the one in most of the TOS novels. If you prefer another name then just stick that in there instead. 

Leonard knew that the moment he married Jocelyn that she was not his soulmate. He didn’t know much about the topic full stop but what he had been told by both his parents and various acquaintances throughout his life was that soulmates shared the same heartbeat. Leonard was a skeptic about this, maybe it was due to his medical aspirations, but nonetheless he knew his marriage was doomed from the moment it took place. It was there, standing at the white altar with his hands over the top of hers that he could feel the already obvious disconnect between them. His heart was pounding violently in his chest and he could feel his pulse quickening with every word the pastor said but with his hand on hers he could feel that Jocelyn’s pulse was somewhat slower but (more importantly to Leonard anyway) beating at the opposite rhythm to his. He resigned himself to the fact that the whole ‘soulmate’ thing was a load of crap created by those hopeless romantics who want an excuse to justify settling down early. Regardless of the fact that there was a piece of Leonard’s heart that hoped and prayed that soulmates would be true, he committed himself to his marriage as he believed he would never get another woman to agree to marry him.

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On The Ropes - Part 2

Word Count: 4671

Warnings: Mentions of death, drinking, an obscene amount of fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.  Dean is just as taken with her as she is with him, but she thinks of herself as broken because of her job and injury. Can Dean make her see things differently?

Read Part 1 here

A/N: The places I mention (except Mother Mary’s) are places that I visited often as a child and now as a mom, I bring my own son there. None of the images I have used are mine, credit goes to their artists.

Beta’d by @smoothdogsgirl Thank you!

“Well Sweetheart, are we gonna fight or make out? Cause I am getting some real mixed signals here.” He winked at you and you considered it, but all the gear made it near impossible for any kind of contact.

“Maybe after a shower” you leaned down, taking a over exaggerated sniff “cause you stink.” And you rolled off of him.

Dean stood, taking his gloves and gear off, then helping you with your own. Once you were free and clear, he crashed his lips to yours, the intensity of it taking your breath away. You had to pull away before you ran out of oxygen, resting your sweaty forehead against his.

“Yeah, well you stink, too.” He mumbled as he helped you to your feet.

“Nice comeback, D.” You laughed and leaned up to kiss him once more before stowing your gear and hitting the showers. You couldn’t wait for some real sparring.

It was Thursday and with only one week until your mandatory leave was over, you had really stepped up your game at the gym with Dean. He knew this was what you needed and he really was helping you get there. Things have been only slightly awkward since the incident in the ring last week. Both of you preferring to ignore what happened instead of admitting your feelings. Emotions just got in the way.

“Hey, Y/N! Can I see you in my office for a minute?” Dean called out to you as you exited the locker room.

You made your way over to his office. This could go one of two ways; either he hadn’t seen enough improvement and wasn’t going to recommend your return to work to your PT or he felt you were there. One way or another, your time at the gym, and with Dean by extension, was coming to an end. You weren’t sure how you felt either way.

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