at least he knows how to swim

50% OFF Starters pt 2
  • "If you continue your attempts at flirting, I will be forced to take DRASTIC measures."
  • "I like watching you from behind."
  • "Stunning deduction sherlock."
  • *demonic voice* "by the darkest sun that casts its menacing rays of the furthest madness, we sense your intentions, (name). the gibbering of mad cultists whisper wicked words to temporal winds, they inform us that you are not to be trusted. Usurper. Usurper."
  • "USURPER!"
  • "I've heard a lot about you and your extensive collection of tank tops, like I'm thinking about getting like 10 more."
  • "Calm down little dude."
  • "the fear of drowning is a primal one. it's a feeling of helplessness, of losing all control. struggling against an inevitable fate as your lungs fill with water..."
  • "I don't need a piece of paper to tell me how to swim or how to fuck Dean Winchester."
  • "You know I had a dream like this once, you surprisingly had more clothes on, though, at least at the start."
  • "ten bucks says he dies."
  • "I'm gonna go run my feelings off."
  • "Yeah it didn't work out... for them."
  • "I have to go scream confusing, end-of-the-world ramblings at people under the freeway."
  • "I feel like I should argue this, but the potential for implied sexual antics is far too appealing."
  • "do not be alarmed! I am about to be hilarious."
  • "Maybe you should stop dragging me to these rap battles then!"
  • "I was under the impression there would be implied sexual antics, time to take matters into my own hands!"
  • "This feels a little exploitative."
  • "I need a soda. Or therapy. Probably both."
  • "Yeah it started because K-pop concert security is tougher than it looks but I just got hooked on the feeling of crushing someones face in with a solid right cross."
  • "sHHSHHshhshhhhh shut up shut up! shh I SMELL BOYS BEING GAY."
  • "Excuse me I am trying to scream my feelings into your mouth!"
  • "That wasn't hot... it was just fucking weird..."
  • "It's not what I would have you in, but I do appreciate beauty in all its many forms. mostly that cute booty though."
  • "hey, the heart wants what the heart wants."
  • "It may be hard to believe, but recently I lost the ability to read."
  • "Just because you can't read the words, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the book in a different way."
  • "boom! done. advice over. let's go get shitfaced!"
  • "Alright I brought the bitch-board for (name)."
  • "Alright let's call it what it is, a sissy paddle."
  • "calm down (name) we weren't talking about your internet search history."
  • "didn't we make a pact to stop her from doing this weeb shit?"
  • "this better not be anymore or (name)'s weird porn!"
  • "Please call the police, because I look so good in this it should be against the law! uh, don't actually call the police though, I WILL incriminate all of you."
  • "Yeah but didn't they train on those islands where all those teenagers were killed? ...and those witch burnings happened? ...and all that toxic waste was spilled?"
  • "if you die, I get fired and I like this job. people don't ask questions here."
  • "fish-men walk among us. conquerers of land, BORN FROM THE OCEAN--"
  • "I don't need him to make weird pornography, I have prawns for that."
  • "Finally moving out, son? I'd like to say it's been fun. I'd like to. But I won't."
  • "hey check me out! I'm on a bout!"
  • "Sit down and stop making 2009 references!"
  • "nah, I scream enough at the unforgiving void of space."
  • "You know, the ocean goblin? He lives in the ocean and if you don't brush your teeth he steals your bones."
  • "Ok I'm done for the day. If anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the tent looking at weird porn."
  • "Hey, you miss every ball you don't hit."
  • "You say 'you people' like you're not part of the family. I've got some news for you, you're already on the christmas card."
  • "You think these antics would fly at the german club?"
  • "brush your teeth, kid."
  • "Can you hear it? the ocean... it wants blood."
  • "I'm the best damn shot we've got."
  • "You know, when I was a kid, before my dad got hit by that train, he said, '(name) don't let your friends swim out into the ocean and get stranded on the haunted island of camp kill-a-teen.' and here we are... stranded on the... haunted island of camp kill-a-teen..."
  • "that's fair."
  • "hey tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass!"
  • "It's fine, baby, if you get scared you can squeeze my hand."
  • "now let's make like scooby-doo and split up to find a clue."
  • "In 1991 a case was discovered where a man had the remains of over fifteen victims hidden in his apartment, over 40% of which were stored within his refrigerator. do you know how unsanitary that is?"
  • "you're so cute when you never shut up. Now shut up."
  • "all hail decision cube!"
  • "that's when you started walking on the wild side, right?"
  • "Does anyone want to hear my tragic backstory?"
  • "Bed? But what about possible axe-murderers?"
  • "And we solved the curse of the island, and realized that the real axe murderer was love, all along."
  • "It was a good night for all of us, let's spend more nights in abandoned lighthouses."
  • "That hottie from the track team is here and I wanna ask politely is he wants to get rowdy in the back of my dad's Prius."
Little witch (Part 6)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 348

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so happy i finally found time to write this. I finished school and I have some days until i start work. I hope i will manage to finish this story and write all the request i have in my box. Please, let me know what you think, it’s really important to me given the fact English isn’t my first language ♥ Enjoy and sorry if there are mistakes (i wrote it really late last night) 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

“We were facing each other and I saw the fear in his eyes but he had to play a macho so he said ’Stay there and I won’t hurt you’. His body was shaking and the man was wearing only his pink boxers. Such a pathetic picture. I sent a bullet towards the vase behind him and he peed in his pants”, Tony finished one of the many stories he liked to tell on his parties. Everyone laughed although they had heard it before. But when a billionaire is telling a joke you have to laugh if you want to be invited on the next party, especially if all the Avengers are there.

Next to Mr. Stark was Sam Wilson, known as The Falcon who was telling different stories too trying to look stronger and cooler than Stark. The both of them were basically competing but their audience didn’t mind at all.

In the other corner Bruce, Thor and Steve could be seen. They were surrounded by people too but not so many. Thor was kind of drunk and he was throwing his hammer in the air showing off that he was the only one able to move it. Steve was laughing and drinking although the alcohol could not affect him. As for Bruce, he was moving from group to group trying to find his place. There were times when he wasn’t in the mood for parties and alcohol and sometimes stripers as drunken Stark used to call sometimes. This night was the same and the doctor soon went to his room where he would be able to relax.

Natasha, Wanda and (Y/N) were on the dance floor moving their bodies in unison as the rhythm. Nat was holding her probably fourth glass of whiskey. Clint, Vision, Peter and Scott Lang were sitting at the bar talking and sometimes throwing glances at the people dancing. The music was loud so the avengers had to shout a little in order to be heard properly but most of the time they had to repeat what they had said. Everyone was enjoying themselves except Peter. He wasn’t allowed to drink so he was just sitting there searching for a particular girl. He had found her minutes ago but didn’t want her to see him starring but he couldn’t help it. He’d been looking at her movements as a hawk. He didn’t miss to spot how at the beginning she was dancing like a tree but soon the nervousness left her and she was moving without caring. Peter smiled as he saw the girl experiencing something an ordinary teenager was used to every weekend.

(Y/N) did her best to try to enjoy that night. She was talking with everybody, drunk a little from Nat’s glass, even danced but deep inside she knew that all of this wasn’t her. She wasn’t raised that way. No music, no fun, no dance. Only fights, fights, and fights. The alcohol she swallowed helped her to loosen up and let the beat take control of her body. She was moving as the good songs kept playing but she knew she was doing it in order to have fun which wasn’t happening if we have to be honest. The girl made an excuse to her partners in the dance floor and walked through the dancing and sweaty people who were drunk as hell. Some of them were rubbing each other bodies, others were ready to swallow each other given the fact how they were kissing, and others were already heading toward the bathrooms. (Y/N) was surprised how many people had attended the party. She thought that it would be just her and the new friends she made a couple weeks ago but no. Stark had decided to throw a huge party and the girl was sure he didn’t know at least 10% of his guests. When (Y/N) got out of the loud room and entered the quiet balcony the fresh spring air hit her are skin. The wind sent shivers down her spine, her body tensing at the coldness she felt due to being sweaty. The girl bypassed the swimming pool and went near the glass parapet. The building was indeed high, the whole city could be seen from there. She inhaled deeply letting the cold air freshen her body from inside. (Y/N) was enjoying the view while listening to the music which outside was actually pleasant. But little she knew that her actions of leaving the party were spotted from a certain boy that hadn’t let his eyes fall from her.    

When Peter saw (Y/N) leaving, he stood up following her outside away from the loud party. The making a path through the crowd slowed him down but once he was on the balcony, he saw the girl he liked alone looking at lightened city below them. He slowly approached her thinking of an interesting opening gambit. But with each step he took his mind refused to work and nervous filled his body again. He cursed himself that he let this happen every time she was near him. Taking a deep breath the boy stood next to her and tried to spoke but was late.

“Why are you here, Peter?”, the girl asked looking at him. At first the boy thought the girl asked that so he would understand he wasn’t welcomed but as he saw her soft (y/e/c) he calmed down. She was just being curious.

“I saw you leaving.”, he answered without thinking. His tongue was moving without his brain working properly.  

“And you came because…?”, her eyes weren’t leaving his which caused the boy to fall under their spell. The distance between their faces was slowly reducing.

“Because I wanted to see if you are okay.”, the girl smiled and turned her head towards the beautiful city. This activity broke the ‘spell’ Peter had fallen into but he continued to stare at her, “You are feeling as though you are not fitting in this atmosphere, right?”

“How do you know?”

“I am feeling the same way at school parties. They are not the way I’d like to spent my free time and have fun.”, at that time the boy was looking the city, while (Y/N) was observing his face.

“And what is the way you like to have fun?”

“Well, I like to…”, he suddenly stopped and looked at the girl. A smirk craved on his face which made the girl confused.


“I can show you.”

“Show me what?”

“How I like to spent Saturday night and have fun my way. Are you in?”, the smirk on Peter’s face was now bigger as he hoped the girl would accept his offer. Suddenly a bright smile appeared on her face.

“I would love to, Peter Parker.”

“Then, shall we?”, as a gentleman he offered his hand and girl took it happily. They both exited the tower without being spotted by anyone.

“So where are we going?”, (Y/N) dared to ask after 10 minutes of walking in silence.

“Shouldn’t it be a surprise?”, the boy looked at her with a mischievous smile on his face.

“It is supposed to be but I am not into surprised at all.”

“Well, tonight you’ll be.”


“I’d gladly be a idiot If I am the reason you smile.”, and it was true. (Y/N) hadn’t stopped smiling since they left the tower. This statement made her blush which surprised Peter. His smile became bigger as he saw the soft side of the girl which she was usually hiding behind the mask of a dangerous serial killer, “Come on, we are almost there.”, Peter grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and they both rushed towards a small café on the other side of the street. It’s name was shinning in dark blue which made the café easy to be seen. When they entered inside the girl was amazed by the atmosphere and way it was decorated. Simple and cozy vintage design invited the new guests inside. There was a girl listening to music behind the bar and two girls chatting at one of the corners. (Y/N) thought they would sit somewhere so she started looking for a cozy and lonely place.

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of staying here but if you want- ”

“Oh, no, no. You are the one leading the parade. You promised me fun so I hope you would give me one.”, the girl joked and he boy calmed down, “I don’t want to ruin anything but isn’t it late for coffee?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then why are we here?”

“Because only in this café you can find the best and most delicious muffins. Believe me, you have never eaten such mouth-melting dessert.”, the boy gave a simple answer and turned around to make an order. A minute later, the boy and the girl were outside the café roaming through the streets of New Your city and eating.

“Oh my gosh, Peter! These are just magnificent. I’ve never tasted anything like that.”

“I told you so.”, the girl was about to take another bite from the muffin when Peter pushed her hand up so her nose would be in covered in chocolate.

“How dare you Parker?!”, the girl gave him a dead glare, “You will pay for this.”

“I can’t take you seriously with so much chocolate on your face. You look sweat rather than scary.”, the boy couldn’t stop laughing and the girl used this opportunity to push her half muffin in Peter’s face.

“That’s part of the revenge you will get.”

“Oh, you are gonna regret this Ms. (Y/L/N)!”, and with that (Y/N) began running while Peter was chasing her. There was a park near them and the girl entered it. Although she was on high heels which weren’t that high, the girl was still faster than the boy. But let’s face it, he was doing it on purpose.

“I can’t do it anymore.”, Peter announced and sat on a bench, “You are fast and I don’t want to sweat in this amazing suit. I prefer to look hot than to revenge you for some chocolate.”, the girl was suspicious at first but when he didn’t stand up from the bench, she sat next to him.

“Then I’m sorry to say that you don’t look that hot as you think.”

“I remember you telling something else when we were in your room hour ago.”, he looked at her.

“Well, my eyesight isn’t good sometimes.”

“Mhm, whatever you say…”, his tone was challenging.

“Are you calling me a liar, Mr. Parker?”, now they were inches away from each other, still looking at each other eyes, while their bodies desired for something else.

“I ain’t calling you a truther.”

That was it. They both were on the edge of doing what they wanted to do since weeks. They stood there looking at each other in silence. The tension was felt in the air but it wasn’t a sexual tension how Nat would say. No, it was a tension between two young teenagers that had slowly fallen in love. They wanted to connect, to feel what the other felt, to see the nightmares the other had, to explore their souls. But sadly they both were scared. (Y/N) had never had such feeling burning inside her. We all know her story to know that love was something she never felt except in her early years. The Avengers gave her the love of a family but the love she felt now was never a shade in the painting of her life. It was new, it was great and yet it was scary.

Peter was a shy nerdy boy and a sarcastic superhero. When he was with the witch he somehow managed to merge his both sides in one. The confident side in him was ready to do the next step but the mask was gone, he was Peter Parker, the nerd school boy who had problems with talking to girls.

The lovebirds were standing dare not daring to move. They didn’t want to ruin this moment thinking it was the chance they got but they both were scared to take it.

“There is something in you Peter. Something that makes me wanna kiss you and punch you in the face at the same time.”

“You know how to ruin the romantic moment.”, they both laughed getting out of the unison.

“But that’s true. There are moments when you are a pain in the ass.”, their eyes were sparkling with true happiness, “But what scares me is that I want you to be my pain in the ass.”, the boy froze for a moment at those words. He looked at her still shocked. Peter didn’t say a thing which caused the girl to look at her fingers which showed she was nervous.

“I- I shouldn’t have-”, but she wasn’t given the chance to finish her sentence. Peter had cupped her face in his hands, his lips connecting with hers in a slow and soft kiss. (Y/N) was surprised both from the sudden action and the sensation in her guts. She instantly closed her eyes letting her soul to see what no eyes could behold. It wasn’t just flesh touching, it was souls meeting and connecting. She got the feeling of being high in the sky, flying freely and carelessly. She felt the love in so many different ways that there are no words able to describe it.

“That was-”

“Chocolatey.” , the girl finished Peter’s sentence which caused both of them to laugh.

That night they stayed there on the bench in the empty park, enjoying each other company, laughing at their jokes, telling different stories from the past and made plans for the future. That night they felt real, they felt alive and breathing. That night love made its magic – it connected two souls that had been searching each other for years, it gave them true happiness, an unforgettable love. That night love gave them a surreal picture of life which blurred their sights and weakened them for what was about to happen.

Part 7

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newsies prep school au

this is kinda based off of my school so yeah this is really long sorry in advance lol
- jack always has some mysterious stains on his uniforms and honestly some of the guys are scared to ask what they’re from
- davey literally irons his shirts and pants every morning and he never forgets to wear his lanyard with his student id
- race never tucks his shirt in, his shoe laces are always untied, he never wears his belt, and he forgets his lanyard practically everyday and is broke because everyday he has to pay $5 to replace it
- katherine is always complaining to the guys because she has to wear a skirt, sweater vest, and tights in the spring. and the guys hear the same speech every day about how hard it is to put those damn tights back on after pe when it’s 85° out
- the guys in their group are the only ones in the school who wear the sweater vests in the winter unlike the other guys in school who just wear the regular sweaters
- davey is on the soccer team and he’s fairly good
- jack plays basketball and he’s captain of the boy’s lacrosse team and he’s so aggressive on field. he gets yellow carded every 5 minutes but the time he’s actually on the field he always manages to score
- spot wrestles and he’s the quarterback of the football team and they haven’t lost a game since he joined the team. other schools are terrified to play their school because they know how spot will stop at nothing to win
- race is on the dance team and the cheer team, he’s the only boy on the cheer team. sometimes he gets shit for it but ever since everyone found out that spot conlon is his boyfriend nobody bothered him
- crutchie doesn’t play sports but he’s the manager of the football and basketball teams. at least he’s involved
- katherine’s part of the field hockey team, crew team, and the girls lacrosse team
- alberts on the swim team, baseball team, basketball team, crew team, and he’s on the dance team, no one knows how he manages to get his homework done
- davey is so organized it hurts
- jacks lockers a mess and he’s always putting some strange object in davey’s to mess with him. so far the strangest thing he’s put in davey’s locker is an uncooked chicken
- race and spot share their lockers because their lockers are in different buildings on the opposite sides of the campus so they don’t have to walk all the way back to get their books
- katherine is always slipping little notes in sarah’s locker and sarah saves every single one
- davey’s in all honors/ap classes and he’s the best german student. the other guys are always trying to get him to do their homework but davey refuses. his reason: “if i do your homework you’ll never learn! learning is great! also fuck you guys i have my own work to do”
- jack takes ap art history. he takes french and always tries to say cliche things to davey in french but he always pronounces them wrong. he loves when davey speaks german to him. his notebooks are about 10% notes and 90% doodles
- kath is amazing at english she’s at the top of her class
- race takes honors us history and to everyone’s dismay, he does very well. he’s very loud in his classes and will constantly start arguments with anyone who has a different opinion than him. he sleeps on the quad during his free periods

- jack takes art and excels in it. the school asked him to do a mural and he did one by himself in the span of 3 days. he paints every set for the school musical
- davey is the student body president and he’s an officer for the national honor society, teachers love him
- crutchie stands next to davey as student body vice president and he’s part of the school’s morning announcements
- spot and race take photography together (honestly when are they not together) but they mostly spend their time taking pictures of each other
- race is also on the debate team, he loves arguing
- davey and katherine are the heads of the creative writing club. kath’s also part of the yearbook club
- crutchie, race, katherine and albert all do the play. davey does the tech work, spot does stage crew, jack paints the sets and helps with makeup, and sarah does the costumes
student life
- when it’s nice out during their free period they all sit on the quad together
- davey and kath always try to do their homework but they give up because their friends are too loud
- everyone’s always playing with a frisbee, they used to play football on the quad but spot got too aggressive and accidentally gave albert a concussion.
- there’s a lot of trump supporters in their school and the school broadcasted the inauguration on every tv in the school. jack was in lunch when it started so he threw his slice of pizza at the tv. he got detention for a week and had to each lunch in the principal’s office but he said it was “totally worth it”
- for 3 weeks there were these geese that walked around campus and they would chase people and hiss at people. every single time race came remotely close to one, it would hiss and chase him. he spent a lot of time in the nurses office from getting bitten by geese
- spot once got suspended for 2 days for beating up the delancey brothers because they were making fun of race
- crutchie is so popular in school there’s not a single person who doesn’t walk by him and not say hi.
- albert and race like to pick on the freshmen but they don’t actually hurt them
- jack tries to go all out in pe and is so competitive with albert but albert always does better than him
- during school mass and assemblies jack can’t sit still for so long so he starts doing things like playing with davey’s hair, touching his leg, etc and davey just gets annoyed and smacks his hand away
- spot and race usually “go to the bathroom” during mass and assemblies and just make out the whole time

a lot of this is based on my school js. also the goose thing actually happened. those geese were terrifying.

I’ll Keep You Safe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language

When the team gathers for movie night, nobody mentioned it was a scary movie. What happens when you turn your light off for the night and still feeling panicked.

The kitchen was bustling as the team gathered things together, you could smell popcorn and was that tequila? Nat was making margaritas again. As you come around the corner looking at the team, your friends, you laugh.

“What is going on?” You step out of the way as Tony slides through with boxes of pizza.

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Illegal (Part 4)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by gotmeolk

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.000k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.

No, you were almost certain that you didn’t hear her right. You must have been so focused looking at Jimin that you completely misunderstood what she had said.

“Y/N, are you there?” She asked, waving her hand in front of your face.

“Uhm… y-yeah.” You said, a bit nervous.

You looked at Jimin and then back at her again.

They were both very pretty, there was no way of denying that, and that they would also look good together, not to mention that Peyton had been Jimin’s first crush, so there was, without any doubt, something between the two of them.

However, Yoongi’s words wouldn’t stop echoing in your head, and you desperately wanted to hold onto them and hoped that they were true.

“I-I…” You tried to speak but the words didn’t want to get out. It was like each letter would tangle itself on your tongue and you just couldn’t set them free.

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Overwatch Heroes at the Family Barbecue

Genji: Just kind of chilling beneath a shady tree with Zenyatta. Ocassionally glances at Hanzo, who refuses to make eye contact with him. Is wearing swim-trunks. No one knows why.

McCree: Reeks of beer and smoke. Being overly-friendly and very loud. No one really minds. Keeps trying to give the younger heroes “life advice”. At least he hasn’t thrown up yet. No one knows how he managed to get so smashed off of, like, 4 beers. Truth is, he was drunk when he got there. Snuck a sip of his beer when Mercy and 76 weren’t looking. She hated it. He laughed.

Pharah: Wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt, even though it’s, like, 90 degrees Fahrenheit(32 C). Doesn’t get why everyone else is complaining about the heat. Chatting with 76 and Mercy near the grill. Enjoying herself more than she’s letting on.

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Sleepy Waters

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Request: Okay so my request would probably end up being kinda long so if you don’t want to do it I understand completely and won’t love you any less but could you please do a Dean x reader titanic au? You can change the ending to make it fluffy if you want

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, disaster scenario

A/N: Um, I may have royally changed this from what you were probably looking for by setting it in modern day and making it more Poseidon Adventure-y and basically not following the plot of Titanic at all…yeah…I came up with this…sorry…

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anonymous asked:

For your evo au how do the changes affect their sleep schedule I know some fish don't really sleep but more half their brain sleeps well the rest of them focus on swimming and staying alert for predators

Shiro doesn’t sleep, or at least he doesn’t NEED to and he wanders the halls alone s. Lance does that “half sleep” thing and unfortunately until he starts to get used to the noises of the ship (he used to sleep with music but it’s harder now under water) he wakes way too easily. 

Sometimes when the nights are too long and neither of them can sleep, Shiro goes to the pool and they talk for hours. Sometimes Lance falls asleep in Shiro’s arms and Shiro is happy to be here.

anonymous asked:

okay, but please consider: au where carlos is part of uma's gang instead of mal's. ben's proclamation goes out, and it could go two ways: one, carlos doesnt get invited at all, or two, carlos DOES get invited and hesitantly helps mal and the others get the one, if only to help uma and the rest of her crew get off the isle. (uma and harry dont want to let carlos go and try to mask their worry when he does, and barely succeed because they totally have a soft spot for their little runt.)

Bro, I can’t believe I never thought of this!

 - Harry and Uma being pretty damn protective of their pirate crew and giving death threats to Jay, Mal and Evie if anything happens to Carlos

 - Jay’s like ‘aww, you mean that cute freckled kid? He’s gonna be my roommate!’

 - Uma whipping out her sword like ‘it’s such a shame you think with your dick, maybe I can get ride of it for you?’

 - Carlos being completely silent and still in the limo. He’s terrified because he’s the odd one out in this group, even if Mal includes him in her plan for the wand, Evie is trying to be friendly and Jay is laying on the charm like crazy

 - but when they think the limo is going off the bridge, Jay, Evie and Mal cling to each other and Carlos huddles by himself in the corner and immediately regrets leaving his friends

 - he’s roommates with Jay, who is always (purposefully) walking around their dorm without a shirt on

 - Evie squeals that she has someone with them who understands fashion, she and Carlos bond over sewing and designing clothes

 - Mal terrifies him and relaxes him at the same time because she’s the daughter of Maleficent, trying to take over a country, but she’s also a lot like Uma and Carlos misses his pirates more than he wants to admit

- he’s a little more athletic, since pirates practice sword fighting and swimming, so Carlos isn’t terrible at tourney, but goes out for the swim team instead

 - confides to Dude how much he misses Uma, Harry and Gil. Evie overhears it one day and her heart just breaks. Yeah, she’s away from home and her mother too, but at least Evie got to come with people she knows and cares for. Carlos came by himself

 - Evie going super out of her way to include Carlos in everything, so he starts spending time with the three, even outside of their plan to steal the wand

 - the three of them are like “crap, this guy is really smart and good with mechanics and plans, we should’ve claimed him for our group, let’s get him to join us”

 - Carlos talking about Harry, Gil and Uma with stars in his eyes, going on and on about how Harry protects everyone and Gil always makes sure the pirates have enough to eat and Uma is so intelligent and Mal, Jay and Evie realizing there’s another side to the group they’ve hated and fought with for so long

 - super doesn’t care about being evil, just about getting his pirate family to a better life and maybe slowly starting to care about Mal, Jay and Evie, so when they all choose good, Carlos grabs Ben right after coronation and is like “I have like a dozen people who need to be brought over NOW”

 - to his surprise, Jay, Evie and Mal vouch for the pirates too because any friends of Carlos’ must be okay

 - Carlos demanding that Mal’s crew and Uma’s crew get along, trying to play peace keeper

 - Uma thinking “okay, I trust Carlos and if he trusts them, I guess we can try to be friends.”

 - Mal’s crew and the pirates being a makeshift little family that originally starts as fighting over Carlos, but grows to Harry and Evie talking about make up and Jay fencing with Uma and Gil following Mal, completely awe-struck at her magic

 - all of them being friends

 - happily ever after

 - Jay and Harry fighting over Carlos and taking turns being his boyfriend until they just all become boyfriends

Heartstrings and. . .  Webstrings part 3

Originally posted by buckybarnres

Peter parker x reader

Prompt: soulmate au where soulmates have matching tattoos

Read part one here and part 2

The disaster was caused by a day at the pool.

There were no lakes or rivers– really no bodies of water at all close by and the nearest pool was nearly an hour away so swimming was very rare— thankfully for Peter. 

He had a hard-enough time trying to hide the tatoo from you without that worry added onto everything else.

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EXO Reaction when you’re at a pool party and someone throws you to the water but you don’t know how to swim

Xoxo, Admin A~

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*After saving you and giving you CPR* “I was so worried jagi…2


*After making sure you are safe* “Who threw you! I’m going to teach them a lesson!”


“Guys… you know what to do” *Thank god his gang is there to help him catch the guy while he saves his princess*


*Your savior and knight* “This party is over… you guys should learn how to respect! Come baobei, I’ll get you some dry clothes”


*Grabs your arm before you fall* “You thought I would let you fall that easily? Come… let’s get away from the pool…”


*A little upset* “Let’s go Jagi… I know nothing bad happened and you are safe but… I don’t want anything else to happen. Let’s go home and watch movies while we cuddle..”  *BF goals*


*Your hero… saving you… yeah* “We are out jagi…. everything is fine now. You are safe… and soaked… but safe”


“Is that my baobei screaming!!! Who threw her! Let me pass! I have to save her!! “ *Tries really hard to not panic and kick someone’s ass… at least not before he saves you*


*Leaves for three seconds, turns back and grabs your arm and takes you with him to get a soda* “Sorry jagi… I’m not leaving you here in the wild while you don’t know how to swim”


*WELL.. let’s say the one who threw you to the pool is alive… because it was more important to save you than going after that dude* “I’m sorry jagi… I got distracted… it was my fault… please forgive me”


*Doesn’t think it twice. He goes in to save you* “I’m coming baobei! Hang on!”


*Makes all the water go to him so you can leave the pool safely*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Ink-Matty Healy Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Some sensuality and fluff

A/N: This is a sequel to the previous Matty Healy imagine I did. Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by 6letlarrylive9

   “Are you sure about this, Matty?” I asked, eyes glued to the framed black and white old school, traditional, and Japanese style tattoo examples that hung on the off-white walls in the back room of the tattoo studio.

   Matty was lying on the black leather reclining client’s seat, wearing a long-sleeve black shirt that hung off his body, showing off his previous chest piece, and tight black jeans. He seemed impossibly calm, but that could have had something to do with the cigarettes he’d smoked before we came in.

    “Positive, love. What better way is there to celebrate our anniversary than with a little ink?” Matty asked.

   “But it’s so…permanent.”

    “That’s the idea,” Matty said. “I told you that you didn’t have to come.”

    “I wanted to. Thought I may as well be supportive.”

    Matty gave me that look that told me that he knew I was lying. Well, of course I was! Ever since he told me that his anniversary gift to me was going to be a tattoo on himself, I had been trying to talk him out of it. Since he had gotten tattooed before, the pain and permanent arguments were out of the window. So, I tried to tell him how research shows that it’s rare for couples to stay together after getting matching tattoos.

   “Well, we’ll prove them wrong,” he had said.

   Honestly, I did find it endearing how he thought we were going to be together for a long time, but I didn’t want him to get a tattoo that he would regret. If he broke up, he would look at it and be reminded of the stupid mistake that he made when we were together. However, I did hope that we wouldn’t have to break up ever especially after the whole debacle with my parents.

    Leon, the tattoo artist covered in colorful and interesting tattoos, walked in and sat in the artist’s stool next to his equipment .”So, you’ve decided on what you wanted?”

   “Yeah, I want Milady written across my right hand, right below the knuckles, in this,” Matty pointed to the script in the portfolio on his lap, “font.”

    Leon looked at it and nodded. “Can do.” He looked at me. “Nothing for you?”

    “No, no, I couldn’t.”

    “Why not? You’d look proper fit with one,” Matty teased.

    “We’ve already been over this: I work in a lab twenty hours a day, five days a week, and I need to look as professional as possible—no offense.”

    “None taken.”

    “I’m just here for support.”

    “Nice girlfriend,” Leon commented.

     “Thanks,” Matty said.

     Leon began doing the outline and I shifted my weight from one Stuart Weitzman over-the-knee boot to the other. The fact that Matty was getting a tattoo for me was not only sweet but solidified the whole “bad boy not worthy of me” idea my parents had of him. The brunch that my mother had invited me to after running into Matty and me was full of berating me for even speaking to a musician like Matty.

    “They’re no good, Y/N,” Dad said. “Why don’t you go out with that prince of Luxuemborg?”

    “Because he’s into race cars and I hate race cars. Besides, Mom, Dad, I really like Matty. He is a lot smarter and much different than what you think of him. Why can’t you give him a chance?”

    “Because he’s trash! He’s musician trash!” Mom exclaimed.

    “He is not trash!” I hissed back. “He is kind, sensitive, and has so much integrity that it’s amazing.” 

    “That’s what he wants you to think. As soon as you…sleep with him, he’ll throw you aside, and move on to the next girl.”

   “It sounds like you have experience with that, Mother.”
   The look on my parents’ face was filled with horror. Never had I dared to insult or stand up to my parents before, but she had crossed the line. Matty wasn’t like that, at least, I hadn’t thought so at the time. 

   “You apologize to your mother this instant, Y/N,” Dad demanded.

   “I will when she apologizes to Matty.”

   After that, I hardly spoke to my parents outside of holidays and birthdays. Even though Matty and I were going strong for three years, my parents refused to take it seriously. I decided that it was their problem and not mine. I was happy to be with Matty and he pushed me out of my comfort zone—-I needed that.

   He grabbed my hand as Leon started the tattoo gun. “Here it goes.”

   “You’re doing this for my benefit, aren’t you?” I said, my eyes trained on Leon’s hand as it got closer to Matty’s.

   “Of course.”

   “Now, you’re just going to feel a little sting,” Leon said.

    Matty didn’t even flinch and just watched Leon do his work while I couldn’t have been squeezing his hand harder. It was interesting to see Leon tattoo Matty since he was so graceful about it. 

    “I still can’t believe you’re doing this,” I whispered.

    “Too late to turn back now,” Matty said.

    “Why would you get this now? I mean, who knows what’s going to happen?”

     Matty eyed me. “Y/N, if I was going to break up with you, I would’ve done it a long time ago. Most people get sick of each other by this time but I find you interesting to be around. Sure, you can be a proper basket case sometimes but you’re also the smartest person I know. I couldn’t love you anymore if I tried.”

    Even though Matty had told me he loved me before on several different occasions, it was the way he said it then that made me so happy. He basically said that he was always going to love me and that made me feel safe because he felt the exact same way as me.

   “I know the feeling,” I muttered before pressing my lips gently against his.

   Seconds later, he let go of my hand to run his hand through my hair as he kissed me back harshly. I smiled into it and nearly forgot that Leon was still sitting there and I pulled away.

   “Sorry about that,” I said, feeling my cheeks get warmer.

   “Trust me, it wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s happened back here,” Leon said, still concentrating on his work.

   Five minutes later, Leon was wrapping Matty’s hand in shrink wrap and giving him after care instructions. Milady was written on Matty’s hand in a delicate, feminine font. It kind of reminded me of my grandmother’s signature; she had such beautiful handwriting.

   “What do you think, love?” Matty asked.

   “It’s gorgeous.”

   “Makes you want one, doesn’t it?” Leon teased.

   “Yeah, that’ll be the day.”

   As Leon and Matty chuckled, I couldn’t help but wonder “why not?”. If I got a small enough tattoo, I could easily hide it at work and no one would be the wiser. Plus, my parents would never have to know about it if I was smart with placement. 

   “Could you do it now, Leon?”
   Then, Matty and Leon stopped laughing.

   “Uh, yeah, I guess, if you’re sure about it,” Leon said.

   “I’m sure.”

   “You do know that this is permanent, right?” Matty asked.

   “Of course,” I said as I laid down on the chair. “I want a small crown on my pointer finger.”

   “Like this?” Leon pointed out a cute little cartoon crown in his portfolio.


   “Cheers.” Leon began sketching and Matty stood next to me.

   “You don’t have to do this for me, Y/N.” 

   “I’m not. I’ve always kind of wanted a tattoo so why not a crown?”

   “Sure, you are my queen.” Matty kissed my cheek.

   “And you are my king,” I teased.

   “All right, enough, enough. You can distract her after I get started.” Leon said as he drew the outline on my finger. “Looks good?”


  “All right, I’m going to do the first line, tell me if there’s any issue and I will stop.”


   I leaned back and grabbed Matty’s hand since I would certainly need it in that moment. Part of me couldn’t believe that I was getting a tattoo. I used to think that only tramps and rock stars got tattoos but it seemed appropriate to get one. Plus, my parents would probably die if/when they find out about it. 

   “Okay, here it comes,” Leon said.

  I didn’t really feel anything as Leon drew on the first line—-it just felt like someone was drawing on my finger but was digging in a little bit more.

  “You’re doing great, love,” Matty said.

  “Geez, you make it sound like I’m giving birth,” I said.

  “I suppose this is good practice for that, but you’ll probably break my hand in half when the time comes.”
  I turned to Matty slowly. “You want to have kids? With…with me?”

 “Course, thought that was obvious.”

 It would’ve been more obvious if we had discussed having children earlier or ever during our relationship. For Pete’s sake, we hadn’t even talked about marriage! The idea of having children scared me with the whole idea of gaining fifty plus pounds, taking care of someone all the time, and having someone spit up on me regularly. 

  “No, it wasn’t.” I looked at his hand. “But, the idea of having kids with you doesn’t sound too bad.”

  Before I knew it, Leon was finished. He bandaged up my hand and told me to stay away from the sun and swimming for at least two weeks and Matty would help me with the rest. We paid and headed back out into the dreary London weather.

  “This has to be our most eventful anniversary: getting tattoos, talking about children,” I teased.

  “And who knows? Maybe we’ll get married.”
  “Maybe. I would just want to wait because I want my parents to be there.”

   Matty groaned. “But we both know they hate me.”
   “Hopefully, by the time we’re planning our wedding, we will be able to show them just how upstanding of a guy you are.”

   Matty’s smile faltered slightly. “Yeah.”

   “C’mon! There’s a brownie cake back at the flat with our names on it.”

   “Alright, I’m on it.”
   Little did I know that Matty had a little surprise for me in his jacket pocket, inside a ring box, to be exact.

Tag game-10 favourite characters

Tagged by: my dear buddy @renadragneel~

Rules:  Tell me your favorite character from 10 fictional works (Shows, Movies, Novels, Etc.) and tag 10 people! 

(Note: This list is in no particular order cause I love all my babies~)

1. Kurose Riku from Ten Count by Takahari Rihito (This is a BL manga)
Man….this character is so cool and so complex! This is especially seen with his relationship/interactions with Shirotani…I can’t really type out how much in awe I am whenever I read about him! Not to mention he fits all the physical traits I’d like to see in a guy huehuehue

2.Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler by Yana Tobaso
….Seriously? Does this ‘one hell of a butler need an introduction? He’s awesome! Badass! And will finish his duties before tea-time! :>

  3. Magnus Bane from the Shadowhunter universe by Cassandra Clare
Eyyyyyy everyone’s favourite freewheeling bisexual warlock is here! His sass is off the charts! Like seriously, the most ‘sober’ shirt he has is a black one with sequins that say ‘blink if you want me’. But, he does have a sensitive,caring side…and he was one character that helped me eventually come to terms with my sexuality

4.Rhysand from ACOTAR & ACOMAF by Sarah J Mass
*whistles* Ohhh this character! At first, he starts off seeming to be the villain or atleast a crony of the main antagonist….but as the story progresses…you realise that he is one of the most head-strong, feminist and caring characters…Like the relationship and trust he has on Feyre, the protagonist, is sooo refreshing! Considering that even in that universe, women are just treated secondary to men, as breeding cattle…Please read this book! I wanna have more people to fangirl about him!!!

5. Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail by Hiro Mashima
She used to be my idol ok?! still is lol Like, her magic is so cool and her loyalty and badassery and will to support friends is sooo high! Yet she’s so cute? Like….how?!

Originally posted by urmilkovich

6. Yuko Ichihara from xxxHolic by CLAMP
Ahhh….one of my first female crushes….I mean….she’s so calm and serene…and makes everything around her seem cool? IDK there is just something really enticing about her, and the way she explains the supernatural occurences to Watanuki

7. Nakahara Chuuya from Bungou Stray Dogs by Kafka Asagiri
*giggles* Ohhh my spirit animal….so smol and angry and destructive when pissed….Need I say more about this overly Extra, super sassy, petite mafia?

Originally posted by val-sivan

8. Killua Zoldyck from HunterxHunter by Yoshihiro Togashi
*chuckles* Oh boy…this kid is my precious baby ok! Don’t you dare lay a finger on him! Or….never mind….cause despite his cute, cuddly and energetic appearance, he sure know how to slay a bitch, literally….

9.Makoto Tachibana from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Originally posted by seabreezefriendship

And last but not the least….

10. Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs by Kafka Asagiri
Self-explanatory blog title is self-explanatory lol  AHHHHHHHH I CANNOT EMPHASISE ANY MORE ON HOW MUCH I ADORE DAZAI! I mean, his looks, his cuteness, his intelligence, his battle strategies, his self-confidence….IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL FOR THIS GUY TO EXIST CAUSE HE’S MAKING ME QUESTION MY MORALS AND MY SANITY!!!!

Originally posted by goshikiis

Originally posted by superwhohobbitlocked

Yep….both are the same person jfc

Now Tagging time!
1. @cosmogonalley
2. @yuki-rinichiro
3. @i-will-die-of-fangirling
4. @yuurinikiforov
5. @wyverninkath
6. @renegade-starlord
7. @mira-hansha
8. @cinnamondazai
9. @theenigmaticphoenix
10. @shizuna610

((Do it if you wanna, ok?))

Happy Anniversary (T’Challa X Wife!Reader)

Characters: T’Challa X Wife!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None


Request: Being T'Challa’s princess? Hey - about T'Challa. I meant his queen sorry and it’s up to you about how it should be. Whatever inspires you :-) sorry it was a but vague

Originally posted by allthingsblackwidowed

You woke up to the smell of fresh flowers. You opened your eyes and looked outside the large window to see the beautiful forest of Wakanda. You heard a groan and looked down and saw your husband, T’Challa. You smiled, remembering what day it was. It was your Anniversary!

You and T’Challa had now officially being married for 8 years. 8 years of happy marriage. You had known each other since you were little, and you had started dating when you were teenagers, being childhood sweethearts. In the beginning his father didn’t approve, but after seeing you in a relationship for the whole of your school life and seeing how happy you made his son, he gave his blessing and when you were 21, T’Challa asked for you hand in marriage. A year later, you were married.

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stardust-blake  asked:

Happy new year, again, Rosie!! I'd like a drabble. I feel like we don't get enough flustered Clarke on the show so can you write a drabble with flustered Clarke + Bellamy's freckles. It could be canon or modern AU. Thanks for doing this, and you're amazing! <3

Three weeks later, and I finally got there. Sorry for sucking. Anyway, this fic is very ridiculous, deviates slightly from the prompt, and is a lot longer than originally anticipated, but I hope you enjoy it anyway, Hana :)

In retrospect, Clarke probably should’ve realised what was going on.

She’s in her third year of med school, after all, and usually has at least a basic level of common sense in her.

As it is, apparently Bellamy Blake makes her a bit of an idiot. And Bellamy Blake half naked? Well, Clarke’s not sure anyone can truly blame her for her brain short-circuiting and subsequently shutting down at the sight.

“You’re staring,” Raven comments easily, as he pulls off his top, leaving him in nothing but his swimming shorts.

And okay, Clarke at least has enough brain power to recognise that yes, she is staring, and it’d probably be a good idea to, you know — stop. But honestly, she’s not entirely sure how everyone on this goddamn beach isn’t watching him. Because Bellamy taking his top off definitely happened in slow-motion. With his skin glistening and his muscles rippling and his hair remaining perfectly dishevelled. That can’t have just been Clarke. She didn’t just imagine that.

But a quick glance to her friends, all still focused on their own tasks, tells her she did just imagine it. Which is a level above how her brain traditionally deals with her stupid feelings. Usually, she just fantasises about kissing him, or confessing her love, or worst of all, simply snuggling into his side and falling asleep. But this is some weird movie set shit her brain is delving into.

Which is probably the first sign that Clarke ignores.

“Shut up,” she mutters to Raven, spinning on her feet so she’s no longer facing Bellamy. He has a lot of nerve, being as beautiful as he is.

“I’m just saying,” Raven muses, ignoring Clarke’s response as she pulls out her towel and lays it down on the sand. “It’s likely that you’ll die today. Like, you barely keep it together as it is, and now you have to spend all day with him half naked. So, you know, just let me know how nice you want your casket to be.”

“If you think I want to be anything but cremated, you don’t know me very well.”

Raven snorts as Clarke helps lower her down onto her towel. “As someone who works in the medical field, your genuine belief that people can accidentally be buried alive is a weird one.”

“It could happen,” Clarke says, kicking Raven lightly in the shoulder when she just cackles.

“What could happen?” She hears from behind her, and when Clarke turns around there’s Bellamy, smile wide and eyes dazzling and freckles standing out so clearly against his warm golden skin. It’s a lot to take in all at once.

“Clarke could die of dehydration from being so thirsty,” Raven supplies unhelpfully, cocking an amused eyebrow when Clarke shoots her a dirty look.

“What?” Bellamy asks, frowning in confusion.

“Ignore her,” Clarke says, thankful that internet lingo isn’t really a strong point of his. “She’s being an asshole.”

“No surprise there.”

“You love me, Blake.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bellamy mutters with a small quirk of his lips. And then he looks back at Clarke, smile widening into a bright grin, and her brain kind of short-circuits again. “Want me to do your back?”

And, yeah, that certainly doesn’t help. Clarke blinks once, unable to get anything out but, “What?”

“Your back,” he repeats slowly, amused. When she just stares at him, probably resembling a deer in headlights, he continues, cocking an eyebrow. “You burn pretty quickly, princess. You really should put on sunscreen.”

“Oh right,” Clarke breathes out, shaking her head. She feels very warm suddenly, and it’s messing with her head. When Bellamy just keeps watching her with that amused expression of his, she realises she hasn’t actually answered him, and quickly amends. “Yeah, um. Thanks. That’d be, um — good,” she finishes lamely.

Bellamy chuckles, sending her a funny look as she grabs her bottle of sunscreen and passes it to him. And then she’s tugging off her top and turning around, and Bellamy’s hands are on her, and it’s like the universe is trying to punish her for some past life atrocity. Because his hands are large and rough and perfect, rubbing deep into her skin, and it’s hard not to imagine this exact same feeling in a very different context.

She feels a flush rise quickly on her chest at the thought, can’t help but sway back into Bellamy’s touch a little, but thankfully he doesn’t seem to notice, continuing with his task easily.

“Okay,” he announces a good minute later, running his hands down her back one last time. “I’m done. Do me?”

“What?” She asks, dazed, and when her brain catches up, “Oh, uh — yeah, of course,” she stutters out, feeling like a fourteen year old with her first crush again.

Of course, having her hands on Bellamy doesn’t help much, not with the way she feels the warmth of his skin and the tautness of his muscles, or the fact that she zones in on the freckles running down his back, all the way to the bottom of his scapulae before they pepper out.

It’s like the sun kissed each individual one onto his skin just to torture Clarke. She fucking loves his freckles.

And yes, she sees his freckles all the time, but for some reason they’re particularly mesmerising today, tugging on Clarke’s mind until it unravels a little. She feels herself rock backwards without really meaning to, stumbling in her stance, and has to brace herself using Bellamy’s shoulders.

Which is definitely the second sign, and once again, one she ignores.

It doesn’t get any better after that.

The water is lovely, of course, and the weather just as much, with the sun high and bright in the sky. And Clarke loves hanging out with her friends, enjoys swimming around with them and attempting to body surf, even finds herself joining in on the seaweed fight that breaks out when Miller cops some in the face curtesy of Jasper.

But she doesn’t feel completely right, skin hot and tight and mind muddled enough that she misses when people try to talk to her a few times. Her eyes keep getting caught on Bellamy’s form, from the curls stuck to his forehead to the golden brown of his chest, and when it gets bad enough that she feels slightly faint, she decides it’s time to get back onto solid ground.

“You okay?” Raven asks, when she joins her back on the beach, flopping down heavily on her towel. She still feels all hot and flustered, and apparently looks it too, if Raven’s concerned tone is anything to go by. “You don’t look good, babe. You need some water?”

And yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing that even that sign, spelt out right there in front of her, practically flashing to get her attention, isn’t enough for Clarke to realise something’s up.

Something other than the ridiculous explanation she’s come up with for feeling so out of it.

“I’m fine,” she mutters, beginning to fan her face with her hands. She just feels so dazed, and it’s absolutely absurd that seeing Bellamy like he is today is affecting her so much. It’s honestly normally not this bad. “I just — I don’t understand how he looks this good,” she explains, knowing Raven will catch on to her complaints quickly. “It’s like… it’s like he’s specifically trying to torture me.”

Raven laughs, sending Clarke a sly grin. “He’s probably just trying to look irresistible enough that you finally make a move.”

Clarke groans, letting her head drop back even as she shakes it in denial. “You’re delusional,” she sighs, eyes falling shut. They feel heavy, probably because they’ve had to look at something so beautiful for over an hour, which is totally a logical explanation.

“Yeah, I’m the delusional one,” Raven mutters lowly, and Clarke throws an arm out in an attempt to hit her, only to feel sand beneath her skin instead. “Okay, seriously, you’re acting even weirder than usual,” Raven says, voice etching on concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Clarke responds, stressing her point by waving her arms out wildly. She can practically feel Raven’s disbelief in the silence that follows, and sighs loudly. “Okay,” she eventually continues, words slurring slightly. “This is what it is. He’s a beautiful, freckled man, and my body can no longer handle it, probably because it knows my love is unrequited and I’m going to die alone, and therefore wants to punish me.”

“Uh huh,” Raven responds after a very long beat, voice slightly strangled. Then, “Babe?”


“You, um, might want to look up.”

“Why?” Clarke huffs, opening her eyes to throw Raven a glare for making her do something that requires effort, only to find Bellamy standing right in front of her, eyes wide and mouth parted as he watches her closely. She blinks, feels her face heat up even as her brain sort of decides to shut down. “Oh.”

“I just came to check up on you,” he says, voice inscrutable. His brows pull together and he runs a hand through his hair, and Clarke watches in mute horror as any possible explanation for her words escapes her. “Who were you…”

“What?” she asks, shaking her head quickly as though it could rid her of his question. “No one,” she says, and without much thought at all stumbles up to her feet, just needing to get away.

She makes it one step before the world goes fuzzy around the edges, and all at once a wave of nausea floods her.

“Woah, woah. Clarke,” she hears in Bellamy’s voice, as a pair of strong hands quickly circle her around the arms, keeping her upright even as she feels her whole body waver, losing every ounce of energy.

“Bell,” she breathes out, blinking up slowly to look at him, catching his worried expression and his big, brown eyes.

She sees him say something, his mouth moving as though he’s calling out her name, but his words are lost to the sound of blood rushing past her ears, and the next thing she knows, the galaxy across his face fades until it’s nothing but the dark night sky, and she’s out.


Clarke’s fainted once before in her life. It was when she was nine years old, and trying to beat her personal record of thirteen cartwheels in a row.

When she woke up it was to Wells’ worrying, and the first thing she asked him was if she beat her record. She had, getting a fourteenth cartwheel before she apparently stood up, stumbled, and fell back down again, and it was an exciting enough revelation that Clarke viewed the whole experience in a positive light.

This time, the first thing she says when she’s awake and semi-coherent is: “Your freckles.”

It comes out slurred and somehow accusatory, and Bellamy’s brow furrows in confusion as he watches her closely. Her head is in his lap, and his hands are gently stroking her face, and Clarke has enough brain activity to recognise that it feels really, really nice.

And also, that she accidentally confessed her love to Bellamy.

“Okay,” Bellamy says, sweeping her hair from her forehead. “I caught you before you fell, so there’s no way you have a concussion. Want to try that again?”

Clarke shakes her head, struggles to sit up and lets Bellamy help her when she can’t on her own. Her mind is still sluggish, and so she doesn’t stop herself from continuing to talk. Just, you know, to knock in that final nail that is her coffin. Or however it is you prepare an urn.

“Your freckles,” she says, frowning when Bellamy’s lips pull up into a smile. “They — they made me confused. And flustered. And I couldn’t — I couldn’t think.”

“Okay, I’m only a history teacher and I definitely know that that’s not how things work.” His smile widens when Clarke frowns, and he passes her a bottle of water. She takes it and downs it greedily, not having realised how thirsty she was until the first drop of water hit her lips. She feels worlds better for it, her head clearing of its cloudiness and her body feeling a lot stronger. “When’s the last time you ate?”

“What?” Clarke asks, confused again.

“The last time you ate,” Bellamy repeats, reaching behind her to grab something. Clarke looks over her shoulder to find Raven, somehow both looking concerned and amused, handing Bellamy a banana and a bag of jelly lollies. “Or had any water, for that matter.

“I don’t know,” Clarke mutters, feeling herself flush all at once because oh my fucking god, she is such a fucking idiot. “Last night, I guess.”

Bellamy shakes his head, peeling the banana before handing it over.

“Eat,” he tells her, tone leaving absolutely no room to argue. Not that Clarke would, now that she recognises that her feeling faint was not the result of Bellamy Blake’s freckles like she originally thought, but instead a combination of low blood sugar, mild dehydration and heat exhaustion. You know, the more logical explanation. Seriously, she’s in med school. This is beyond embarrassing.

She does eat, finishing the banana quickly before taking a few of the jelly lollies, getting some sugar into her system.

“So, let me get this straight,” Bellamy says after a good minute of just watching her eat. Clarke feels herself blush furiously, and she’s honestly wondering how much of an overreaction it would be to move to the other side of the world tomorrow. But she confessed her love to Bellamy, fainted in his arms, and then told him it was because of his freckles, all in about a three minute time span. The mountains of New Zealand sound pretty damn good right now. “You skip breakfast,” Bellamy begins to list off, pulling Clarke from her spiralling thoughts, “forget to drink any water, go to the beach on a ninety five degree day, and when you feel flustered you think it’s because of me.”

He sounds amused, but something more too. Hopeful, maybe, and it sends a pang of warmth through Clarke’s chest. A good pang, not an I’m-going-to-faint-again pang.

“Have you seen you?” She asks, tentative, and when Bellamy ducks his head in a shy grin she feels herself smile. “It made a lot more sense in my mind.”

Bellamy’s laugh comes out surprised and delighted, and when he looks back up his eyes are shining bright and his smile is as happy as Clarke ever remembers seeing. Again, it’s a lot to take in, but the flutter beneath her skin is a distinctly good kind.

“So if I kiss you right now, because your love in not at all unrequited, is there any chance you’ll faint again?”

“No,” Clarke responds quickly, shaking her head. “I’m in med school; I know these things.”

He’s grinning even as he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I don’t trust you at all,” he says, but Clarke’s already reaching out to pull him down, guiding his mouth to hers.

His lips are warm and soft, and she sighs against them, slanting her mouth against his to better the angle. She deepens the kiss quickly, lets her tongue trace the seam of his lips until it slides against his, and then Bellamy’s pulling her onto his lap and Clarke’s hands are tangling into his hair, and they’re kissing like they don’t want to be doing anything else in the entire world.

She only pulls away when she starts feeling faint again, but it’s the good kind of breathless this time. The one that comes with being thoroughly kissed.

Plus, Bellamy basically just told her he loved her too, and that thought is enough to send her mind spinning a little.

She probably should eat some more, before they continue making out.

“I kind of died seeing you in this bikini,” Bellamy tells her as he rests his forehead against hers.

Clarke laughs softly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, hands tracing up her sides to reach the band of her bathers top. “But unlike some people, I recognise the importance of eating and staying hydrated, so you probably couldn’t tell.”

Clarke groans, dropping her head onto Bellamy’s shoulder as his body shakes with laughter. “You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?”

“Yeah, absolutely not.”

“Can’t say I blame you,” she mutters, moving off of his lap to sit beside him instead. As much as she wishes she could, she can’t exactly keep making out with him on a public beach, in front of strangers. In front of their friends.

Remembering that little fact, Clarke turns around to find Raven staring back at her, thankfully alone, but looking altogether incredibly unimpressed.

“I can’t believe you literally had to faint into his arms to work out your shit,” she says, and Clarke shrugs even as Bellamy snorts out a laugh at the comment.

Tucking herself into his side and lacing their fingers together, it’s had to find a part of her that cares.

“Whatever works.” 

BTS reaction to going camping with their s/o

Anon said:Hi!!!! can i request a BTS reaction for going camping with them in the woods? you are an experienced camper and take them too all the hiking and swimming and fishing places and just go on fun wilderness adventures together. thank you so much!!! i love your reactions!! you are so awesome!! <3


This baby is prepared. He might not be as good as you, but knowing that his s/o liked camping, he would spend hours trying to learn all things he could. He would ask for you to teach him stuff every now and then, that’s for sure. He may not be that keen on hiking tho, so it’ll take a little bit of convincing from you for him to do it.


Oh honey, I feel sorry for you… He wouldn’t like the idea, but after tons of begs from his s/o he would eventually go with you, just because he loves you, and he knows that he is not the most romantic person (I disagree but oh well), so he will he doing this to make you smile, and actually he will end up having lots of fun, he will NEVER admit it tho. He would love going fishing the most, just sitting there, talking to each other, in pure calmness. 


He would like the idea, whatever makes his s/o happy will make him super happy too. He would ask the most stupid things tho: “Wait, but how do you do this?”, “How do you get food out here?”, “Want me to order pizza?”. For his safety, I’d recommend you go hiking in a not so tall place. This guy is a The Destructor™. He would love going fishing or swimming the most, Long talks are his favourite, and plus he gets to see you in a swimsuit (😏)(this boi).


(ignore Jimin) (If you want to) (I know is difficult)

HA HA HA no. Next! 

Jk, actually I really think he would do it, agreeing the instant you said it. He loves you and would do anything to make you happy, even if that meant facing his fears. He will be scared 89% of the time tho, just protect him and you both would be good. Hiking? Will take a bit of convincing… But as I said, he will do anything for you. Fishing? As long as you are with him talking, making lame jokes and laughing, then he’d love it.


He will say no at fist, just to piss you off, but after a while he would come to you, hugging you and whispering: “I was just joking, love. I took Friday, Saturday and Sunday free so we could go camping, I already made my bags.”. He would be a sweetheart, even if you know way more than him, he will offer to help you every time, trying really hard not to fuck the tent up, and if he did be prepared for some natural aegyo and him saying sorry. He would go hiking with you, as well as fishing and he would love going swimming! He loves to swim, and just as Namjoon, seeing you in a swimsuit made everything way better.


Do you even know this boy? Hell yes, he would ask you to go camping the second you told him you liked it. He would make a disaster, making you laugh, but he is just trying to have a good time, which is the idea of going in the first place. He would be amazed of how much you know: “How do you do that so easily? Let me try!!” *a few moments later* “BABY! I need a little bit of help here”. He would love to go swimming with you, and will go hiking if you asked him too. He would go fishing too, but this kid would be so loud he scared all the fishes away, but again, he will make you laugh.


He accepted, and off you went. And Oh! Surprise! He’s actually really good at this shit too 😒. No, but honestly, I think this boy knows how to defend himself, at least a bit more than the rest (excepting our Jinnie who went to the jungle). If you had been together for a while, then he would ask for help, if not, then he will struggle until you went there and help him, not even asking if he needed it. In my opinion he would be the best out of everyone in hiking (HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE ARMS HOLY SHIT). He would love to go swimming, this kid loves swimming, and he will be okay with fishing, even if he didn’t love it, as long as you were by his side he was okay with everything.

[Requests for everything on my description are open💜]

You're Annoying ( and Kinda Hot But I'd Never Dare Say It Aloud ) // Chapter 1

Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4

💙 Prompt :
Jungkook didn’t expect for Jimin to tag along for their summer camp. And he most definitely did not expect for the smol squishy fluffball of sunshine to have that kind of breath taking,heart throbbing, god-like body.

Or, Jungkook “hates” Jimin but his charms are kind of seeping through to him and Jungkook’s not sure if he wants it to stop.

💎 Genre:
Fluff, Slight Angst, Summer Camp au!

Fic :

As summer came along, the 6 boys, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok had finally decided to go for the camp that was planned since ages ago. Jungkook was excited to say the least, he could already picture going to the beach and swimming in the hot, yet a sort of calming weather. You could say it was like a bonding time for the boys, being friends for 3 years that is.

Although, he was a bit disappointed to hear that Hoseok’s girlfriend, Jisoo, was coming as well, he eventually got along with her. She was as bubbly as Hoseok was, he could see why they liked each other. And if he wasn’t so grossed out by their cheesiness, he’d almost ship it.

He arrived at the campsite a little bit later than the rest, he had a band performance at the end of this month and had to plan and set up the line-ups and instruments. The place was calming, the sky was clear and he could almost hear the waves crashing on the white sand. Their cabins were in a small resort near the beach, and he couldn’t be happier being near the sea. He loved summer alright.

He called Yoongi, asking him where they were. Cabin 131. He walked towards the wooden cabin at his left and knocked on the door. “Hyung, its me.”, he said.

He could hear the bickering of his hyungs as soon as the door creaked open. “Oh! Jungkookie’s here! ”, Hoseok cheered, making the rest of them look towards the door.

“Ah, you’re here! Why are you so late? Aish, we were all waiting for hours”, Jisoo whined from behind Hoseok.

“He’s only half an hour late, noona. “, a voice said and giggled slightly. Jungkook turned to the source of the sound…
Park Jimin…..?

His eyes widened, Park effing Jimin was in their cabin, with his friends, in their summer camp. He glared at his friends accusingly, “Why the hell is he here?! “, he says, pointing at the smiling boy on the couch.

“yah! Don’t be so mean! I invited him anyways. ”, Yoongi spoke out. His jaws dropped, why the f*ck​ would he do that?! “W-why didn’t I know about this?!”, he spoke in anger.

He knew he was being a bit childish but what’s he to do if the one person whom he wholeheartedly despises is just sitting there to ruin his picture-perfect summer?!

“Because we know you wouldn’t come if we did tell you”, Namjoon said. Well, at least that was true, he wouldn’t come if he knew that jimin had tagged along for the summer camp.

He rolled his eyes at Namjoon. “This was supposed to be our thing, with no outsiders.” He said pointedly as he looked at the boy who had a frown etched on his chubby face.

“Kookie! No! Bad kookie that’s mean!” , Taehyung tsked at Jungkook and playfully smacked him.

“He was all alone at home! What, you expect me to go have a blast while chimchim here is stuck with his nana?”, Yoongi rebutted. Jungkook cringed at that, chimchim, such an annoying nickname eek.

“Okay okay we’re done with this!” Jin stepped in. “Yoongi, stop and Jungkook. Grow up, and face it, you’re the only one here who hates Jimin and frankly we don’t even know why?!” Jin flew his arms around, exasperated.

Jungkook’s eye twitched at that, he didn’t need a reason as to hate that annoying,hyper,short and clingy boy! He had so many things to say and scream but this was jin hyung we’re talking about. And no one talks back at Jin hyung.

Jungkook speaks again, but this time a little less harshly, “You’re acting like I’m the only one to blame. I’m sure jimin hates me too! Right Jimin?”, he purposely left out the ‘hyung’ as he spoke.

But jimin only smiled that 1000 watt smile at him and did nothing else.

And God did that frustrate Jungkook. Why is he acting like such a goody two shoes?!

Jin spoke again after giving jimin a look of… sympathy? “Now, just go to your rooms and get settled in and then we’ll go to the beach or something” Jin sighs and walks off.

“ I’m pairing up with Namjoon”, Jin said . Turns out two people were to sleep on the same bed.

“ I’ll go with Jisoo, obviously”, Hoseok says and hugs her again. Them and their over-active-vitamin-c-selves. They were too cute for their own good, jungkook thinks.

“I’ll be with Jungkookie”, Taehyung bounces on his seat. Such a kid, Jungkook smiles.

“I’ll be with jimin!”, Yoongi says, smiling at the shorter boy. Pft, of course the two love birds gonna be together. Jungkook inwardly rolls his eyes.

“Get ready in 15!” Jin yells from the room at the corner.

And Jungkook could only groan at the incident that just happened.

He had imagined a picture perfect summer camp, but now he’s not so sure . 


We all got ready to hit the beach, with Jin wearing a simple pink shirt and yellow shorts, Namjoon with his Hawaiian trunks, Yoongi and Taehyung wearing striped boxers with shirts (yes, it’s stupid of them to forget their swimsuits for their summer camp but what can ya do bout it). Hoseok wore matching light green swimsuits with Jisoo while Jungkook wore a light blue tank top with swimming trunks.

Jimin was (fortunately) nowhere near sight. Probably taking his ample time getting himself ready, he's such a fuss, Jungkook thinks.

“Sorry I’m late!” Jimin finally came out of the cabin..and Jungkook’s jaws dropped (figuratively only, he wouldn’t show any expressions towards jimin for the life of him).

Jimin was wearing Hawaiian orange and white swimming trunks with no shirt on, leaving nothing to the imagination, his six-pack on show.

And Jungkook was shook to say the least cos how the hell can someone as squishy as him be so goddamningly, heart throbbingly, sickeningly hot?!

Jungkook coughs on his own spit at that. Did he just call jimin hot?! 

He tries to ignore that thought, noticing how jimin was smirking at him. 
He quickly looked somewhere else, anywhere​ else than the sight in front of him, because he damn well knows that you don’t think like this bout someone you hate and utterly despise goddamnit.

“Let’s go.” Jungkook says and walks off quickly. He is not going to let that manggae ruin his summer camp with his stupid smirk and stupid chocolate abs.

Jungkook sweared on his grave to never mention what just went through his mind cos a) it’s jimin, the guy he despises, b) ew that’s so gay, c) it’s jimin.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••♥•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••♥••••••••••••••••••••••Well, that’s all for chapter 1! I’m writing this for the Jikook summer fest and I’m really enjoying writing this!! What do you think about it? 🙈 Is it alright? 😊 I hope it is! Next chapter will be up soon! 

Ben Headcanons

👑 Speaks at least ten languages

👑 Is always the straight friend if the group

👑 On the swimming team

👑 Had never dated anyone before Audrey

👑 Spends every spare moment he had preparing to become King

👑 Chooses to look at everyone in a good light

👑 Isn’t actually as naive as he acts

👑 Inherited his father’s Beast strength

👑 Has a huge sweet tooth

👑 Loves to read

👑 Not all that excited to be king

👑 What’s sleep

👑 Hates the taste of coffee

👑 He loves tea though

👑 Wants a lot of children

👑 Wants to write fiction books

👑 Knows how to play piano

👑 Loves video games

👑 Knows how to repair clothing

👑 Really athletic

👑 But hates the gym

👑 Knows lots of French lullabies

👑 Calls Mal “Mon petit dragon” as a term of endearment

👑 Doesn’t actually have a license

👑 Enjoys baking with his mother

alright folks here comes my lazytown au

camp lazy,

an au in which lazytown is one of those summer camps for misbehaving children to get them back on track.

Robbie: he is 19 years old and is the camp counselor, he only works there because he needs community service hours to get into drama school, at least he says thats why, he honestly just likes the job and the young friends he makes, the naughty kids remind him of himself, ( COUGH also hot dad sportacus COUGH) and always makes excesses as to why he cant leave the next year for college. He likes to mess with the kids and encourage their bad behavior while no other adults are around, giving them sweets, letting them go on their phones, letting them swear, etc.

Sportacus: He is 30 years old, and is the activity director/ cook. He does all the physical activities with the kids, soccer, rock climbing, swimming, and knows how to make them fun! He also prepares healthy sportcandy meals for them. Pretty much camp dad. He tries to get robbie to exercise but it doesnt ever work. 

Stephanie: the mayor is the owner of the camp, and steph is 16, so during summer vacation she goes to the camp as a volunteer. She works as a counselor and she does the arts and crafts activities. The kids all love her, so even though she isnt that much older then them, she still is the camps favorite employee.

the mayor/ bessie: As i said, he is the owner of the camp, bessie is the camp nurse.

ibuprofen/ glanni: ipro is the camp security guard, while glanni is the janitor. Glanni uses his job and all they keys and maps he gets to cause problems and attempt to steal from the campers, but is constantly being foiled by ipro and his hella good security skills.

the kids: The kids are all their canon ages n shit, just a bunch of bad kids being scared straight with fun and sports.

Are All Humans (Part 2) [a future!Barry Allen imagine]

Request: Can you write a part two to are all humans

a/n: i luv future barry……..if anyone wants to rp as him… *coughs and blushes*

Part 1

You stare at the man as he scribbles on the clear board, arms resting against the edge of the pool. Honestly, all this math stuff is going over your head. “You lost someone, didn’t you?” you ask curiously, cocking your head to the side. Your wet hair falls in your face and your tail flops behind you.

That struck a nerve. Barry stops writing for a moment, licking his plump bottom lip. “I’ve lost a lot of people.” he simply replies, going back to what he was originally doing.

“It was a woman, wasn’t it?” you mutter under your breath, frowning. “And you loved her?” you  whisper, sinking down in the water.

He grips the yellow marker tighter. “Yes.” he says curtly, scribbling on the board harder, eyebrows furrowed. His black t-shirt ripples against his back when he turns his upper body, pointing with the marker. “Swim to the end of the pool.” he orders in a rough, low voice, thick dark brown hair in his face.

Deciding not to push him more, you drop the subject, pushing your tail. In a few seconds, you’re at the edge of the pool; he jots down a number. “At least you know what love feels like?” you offer optimistically, shrugging your shoulders. Barry doesn’t answer, just continues making calculations. “Nobody picked me.” you suck on your bottom lip, swimming back.

The marker stops moving and the speedster’s arm slowly falls from the board. He spins around, squinting at you with his shoulders slumped. “What the hell does that mean?” he bites, waving his hands at his thighs, marker hanging loosely between his long fingers.

Your eyes widen and you place your palms on the concrete floor. “Oh, I forgot. That isn’t how humans find love.” you giggle, pulling yourself up to sit on the edge. “See, in the ocean, men and women gather at the main building and pick who they want to marry, then Tritan grants it.” you explain, grinning up at the man; he crosses his arms, eyebrows raised as he steps closer.

A tiny frown tugs at the corners of your lips while you continue. “I was never picked.” you admit, shaking your head and peeking at him. Barry slowly squats down, placing his pointer finger on the scruff above his lip. “Every year I would go…and come home alone.” you sigh, flapping your tail. “I don’t… I don’t know if it was because I was too annoying, too curious, too ugly-”

“No.” he interrupts, voice hoarse. “You aren’t that last one… I can promise you that.” he says softly, sitting down next to you and yanking off his socks.

Blushing, you watch him roll up the bottoms of his black jeans. “Nobody wanted to love me…” you say slowly, squinting at the pool water and frowning deeply.

Barry dips his pale feet in the water, staring straight ahead. “Was that how you were cursed?” he whispers, tilting his head just right so his hair falls over his bushy eyebrows; you nod, humming. His hand touches yours. “I’m sorry.” he coughs, “It doesn’t mean much, but, uh, I’d pick you.” he mumbles, cheeks red.

Instantly, you perk up. The handsome man would pick you?! “You would?” you squeal, smiling brightly when he nods. “Oh, that means so much, Barry!” you beam, attacking his waist with your arms.

Except, Barry isn’t used to getting hugs. He loses his balance, falling into the pool, bringing you along with him. Yelping,  the speedster quickly pops his head back up out of the water, hair stuck to his face, blocking his vision. “What the hell was that?” he growls, raising his hand to flick his hair back, arm making little circles.

You giggle, flopping your tail in the teal water. “A hug, duh!” you roll your eyes, seeing his black t-shirt flow up his torso, exposing his abs.

The brunette lets out an angry sigh, swimming to the edge of the pool. “Okay, new rule, no hugging.” he huffs, pushing himself into a sitting position, shirt clinging to his body. This is uncomfortable. Scowling, he yanks off the t-shirt, tossing it towards the board.

There’s a ghosting of hair on his upper chest and you look away, blushing. The merman’s bodies definitely did not look like Barry’s. Quickly, you glance down when you feel a tingling sensation. Your legs are already back!

Flailing around, you struggle to keep your head above water, kicking your feet helplessly. Barry’s green eyes widen. “Y/N!” he grunts, dropping back into the pool, sucking in a breath of air before going under. His cheeks puff out and he swims toward you, wrapping you in his long arms.

When Barry tugs you above water, both of you gasp, breathing in air. He holds you close to his bare chest, swimming to the edge and hoisting you up. Spitting out some water, the speedster pushes his growing locks out of his eyes, watching your chest heave and shiver. “Great, you’re cold.” he grunts, lifting himself up out of the pool. Now his black skinny jeans are soaked, falling so his boxers show.

You wrap your arms around yourself, teeth chattering. After shaking out his hair, Barry scoops you up bridal style. “I think I have some clothes that’d fit you…” he grumbles, stomping towards the elevator; jeans squishing ashe walks.

You rest your head on his chest and peek up at him, gently touching his scruff. Is this love? You aren’t sure.