because it's like he's having a conversation with each and every person and it's beautiful

Give Me Polyamorous Power Couple Hamliza Or Give Me Death

~Eliza growing up having constant crushes on both men and women and trying to articulate what she wanted to Angelica but never being able to explain it the way she wanted

~When she’s in a relationship: “I want her” “But you’re dating Peter” “I want him too” “But you have to choose” “Why do I have to choose?” When she’s not in a relationship: “Ooh, Liza’s got a crush! Spill it!” “Well, there’s Arthur and his girlfriend, and Sally and her girlfriend, and Jason, and Mary…” “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, how many crushes can you have?” “Shush, I’m not done”

~When she meets Alexander and quickly falls into her most serious relationship ever she expects the multiple crush thing to stop (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

~Eliza feels like a horrible girlfriend because she’s so happy with Alex but then Susan from work will start up a conversation with her in the break room and she’s instantly all heart eyes

~Tearfully she admits it to Alex one night and he’s thrilled because “no there’s nothing wrong with you I promise!!!! You’re just polyamorous!!!!”

~They spend the rest of the night talking about it

~Eliza needs some time to adjust since she’s spent so much time trying to push it aside that she doesn’t really know what else to do but Alex is very helpful

~The first time she tells him about Susan he’s instantly chanting ask her out over and over until she’s laughing and blushing at his antics

~Half a year later and Eliza is subtly sending Alex updates from her dates while he sends her multiple thumbs up emojis and does the same with his own

~She also sets up him and Angelica and when Angelica gets confused about it she’s like you need to stop sacrificing yourself, let yourself be happy

~They share embarrassing stories about him with each other

~He meets John and them after Eliza in this one and it’s all separately

~Hercules comes first because Eliza’s father invited them to a fancy dinner party and Alex needs a suit and since he’s not well educated on these things yet she comes along to help

~Hercules is instantly smitten with Alex and Alex is instantly 😍 because “Eliza look at him!!! He looks like a damn quarterback but he’s so sweet and gentle!!!!” “Either you ask him out or I will”

~Hercules not-so-subtly likes guiding Alex around even though he thinks he’s being smooth

~“Alex there was really no point for him to put his hands on your waist like that, he could’ve told you to just move to the side one step” “… Yeah but did you see how well they fit there he could probably lift me up so easily” “Wow you’re so easy” “Do I need to bring up that cute barista the other day” “pLEASE DO WE HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND”

~By the end of the time there Alex is going out to lunch with a pleased but confused Hercules and Eliza is eagerly awaiting every cute picture and text

~From then on he has to deal with both Eliza and Alex stealing his clothes but he can’t really fight since they both look so cute in his sweaters

~The rest come really quickly after that

~Lafayette meets Hercules before the others because they come in requesting a special dress to be made and Hercules is Gone

~“You… You want a dress with a full skirt… But when you pick at a stitch on it the dress falls down into a ball gown?” “Yes, exactly!” “Can I ask why?” “Why? Well, chéri, it’s because I must ensure that I always am prepared for any eventuality and at the top of that list is a need to always look beautiful but entirely unattainable. Oh, that reminds me! It needs to be floor length with my being in eight-inch heels, I have a pair with me so you can measure accurately” “Oh holy shit”

~It takes them exactly one weekend to be brought into the relationship (Alex sees them and instantly is stunned into silence, Eliza flirts and within two minutes they’re already co-conspirators)

~John is next and he struggles with his sexuality and anything that comes from it so he’s very much in the closet when they meet

~John and Alex immediately are best friends and Alex tries asking him out but John very quickly refuses him and Alex takes a step back

~The combined power of the four of them helps to bring John out of his shell even though he’s very shy about it all so they’re respectful and let him suggest everything and move their relationship forward in his own time

~The first time he asks to spend the night with all of them there’s a little fight over who gets to sleep next to him

~Eliza and Hercules win, Lafayette and Alex pout

~Aaron and Theodosia Burr AKA Theo, Eliza, and Lafayette kill and the rest of them are literally powerless against them

~Dates are really fun with them because now there’s enough people to go on group dates and everyone can have a supposed other instead of it being just the mess of them (They still do it as the whole of them, its just more fun to have the people think they’re all separate couples then watch as they get more affectionate as the night goes on)

~Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Washingtons

~George favors Alex and Laf, Martha favors Eliza, Angelica, and Theo, George is platonic with John, Hercules, Aaron, and the girls, Martha is platonic with everyone but her girls and sometimes Alex and Lafayette (She likes showing off that she’s perfectly capable of stealing them away from him but is graciously letting them stay with him. George jokes back and tries to rally Laf and Alex to joke too but they need time to come back to that plane of existence)

~WEEKEND TRIPS AT MOUNT VERNON WITH EVERYONE

~Eliza and Alex get so many kisses and cuddles since they’re the heart of it all

~Alex dragging everyone outside to look at the stars

~Lots of hot chocolate when Alex drags them outside

~Lots of spiked hot chocolate when they think Martha isn’t looking

~She totally knows since John keeps giggling but she let’s them have fun

~THOMAS JEFFERSON

~Eliza starts flirting with him to bug Alex

~Eventually she starts flirting with him for Alex no matter what he says

~“Look at the tension good god” “Betsey I swear…”

~Eliza has a near constant stream of frustrated texts from George

~“Eliza I’m suffering” “What is it this time, dear?” “They’re arguing again and they look two seconds away from making out” “I’m working on it. Have patience” “I can’t have patience anymore I can’t have meetings because this happens in every one”

~All the hate sex

~All the Jeffmads+Alex hate sex (I would include Aaron but the frustrations are over Washington but Aaron knows why Alex is favored by him and has worked out his own balance with George so he’s not jealous)

~Alex pulls them into the dynamic and they finally understand

~George doesn’t mind them finding out, he’s just glad the tension is gone (Though he has cut more than a few work days short because he walked in on them fucking on his desk because Alex wanted to tease him and he can’t handle that so he just walks out)

~There’s multiple incidents where they try to tease Angelica but she is Not Having It and takes great joy in showing them why

~Angelica Schuyler is my queen she wouldn’t handle any bullshit from them

~MARIA REYNOLDS PROTECTION SQUAD

~Elizabeth “If you touch one hair on my girl’s head I will personally kick your ass from here to California don’t test me” Schuyler

~Obviously she moves in with them immediately and spends every night sleeping between Alex and Eliza

~When things become too much in the city Eliza and her take a trip down to Mount Vernon for a girls-only retreat

~Maria and John never start a romantic relationship but they hit it off very quickly since they’re both abuse survivors (Her with James, him with his father) and John is more healed than she is but there’s wounds he’s still licking and sometimes its nice to just spend the day in silence with someone who understands that company is more important than conversation

~Eliza and Alex creating a crazy huge family for themselves which has confusing interconnecting romantic and platonic relationships but they love it so much they can’t describe it

~Whenever anyone asks about it Alex shows them the graph he’s made for them all

~Everyone has a specific color and one poor soul asks why he chose those colors and spends the next 45 minutes listening to him talking about why each of his signifs was given that very color choice

mr. sandman

[steve trevor x reader]

author’s note: most of the time when i write, i don’t plan for things to get that long but i always get carried away wtf. this happens with essays too i don’t understand. anyway, i think i kind of like this one, which is unusual for me to say of my stuff lol, but i do hope you enjoy

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Metempsychosis, 1.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Immortal!AU, Reincarnation!AU + Slight Soulmate!AU / Fluff, Angst + Smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Summary: Being everlasting certainly has its perks, but loving someone who does not have that privilege and reborn continually is not one of them.

Count: 2838 words.

Note: Thank you, @dimplecoups, for being in my inner circle and reading it over. This will be a three part series, and is told in Jimin’s POV.

Metempsychosis

And yet by death did life procure.

Various of theories are justificatory weaved in regards to our existence—that we either originated from a spiritual entity or created by a grand phenomenon. In the circumstance of a unique individual, he was produced by both; stars run in his veins for he is the embodiment of the galaxies, ethereal in every way. An enigma, some would say, yet was he truly a complex being? For the span of four hundred years, he had witnessed all that history could offer, but there was an uncomplicated reason for his melancholy: where was his moon? Where was his sun and stars, the one who was his celestial beloved? Surely, he was not meant to roam alone.

Or was he?

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LGBT movies I recommend!

Brokeback Mountain 

(I really hope you have already seen this tho, its a classic. Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger plays two shepherds falling in love in 1960 Wyoming)

Jongens 

(Dutch, two teenage boys fall in love and deals with it) 

Freier Fall 
(German, two police officers, one with a baby on the way, develops feelings for one another. One of my favourite movies of all time) 

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monsta x and sleeping

shownu

• just likes having u with him
• adores the feeling of ur skin against his and the weight of u being next to him or even on top of him
• even on hot summer nights he’ll drape an arm over u and kiss u on the forehead
• he’d tap his chest and u would know instantly to jump on him and cuddle it up
• hes like a human heater
• great for the winter, get one for $39.99
• “hyunwoo its hot get off”
• “but its gonna get cold later in the night”
• “im sweating hyunwoo”
• “so am i wow we’re such a good couple”
• he enjoys the peacefulness of the evening when its just u two and the moon
• if u fall asleep first, he’ll smile and stroke ur hair so gently bc he doesnt wanna wake u up
• if the blanket slips off he’ll always make sure to tuck u back in
• esp if he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees the blanket astray
• if he falls asleep first well u might as well be sleeping next to a corpse
• a very
• cute
• corpse

wonho

• LOVES and i mean LOVES to wrap his arms around u
• will actually pout and whine if u push him off or finds u outside his grasp in the middle of the night
• if ur laying next to him he turns his head and kisses u anywhere on the face at the randomest times
• u jus burped? smooch on the temple
• telling him abt the man who flicked a booger off the bus? smooches the top of ur head and a look of disgust
• taps his fingers on ur waist
• likes to sleep with u facing him and he cups ur face and with ur cheeks in his hands he smiles and wholeheartedly tells u he loves u
always without fail says good night to u before he falls asleep regardless whether u hear him or not
• when u fall asleep first he stares at u lovingly w tht cute cat smile of his
• hes so infactuated
• “how did i get so lucky to be able to sleep next to this angel”
• brushes ur hair out of ur face when it falls over eyes
• probably takes pictures to treasure this time
• ur forever gonna be his homescreen
• he laughs to himself when u drool or let out a snore
• “cute”

minhyuk

• okay listen to me
• he wont leave u the fuck alone
• even if u want him to he just. wont
• will literally cling to u like wrap his arms and legs around u
• likes to nuzzle his head in the crook of ur neck
• indulges himself in little smirks when ur shirt collar slips a bit or ur shirt rides up exposing ur midriff
• also a fan of kissing ur face often just because
• likes to be big spoon bc he likes the thought of being the protector and guardian of ur sleeping frame
• will rant to u abt everything while laying in bed and he expects u to do the same bc he wants u and him to be as open as possible to each other
• “its jus so frustrating!!! why are there so many snubbulls in this neighborhood!!!”
• “so u wanna get anything off ur chest (y/n)?”
• a really good listener hes receptive and will always give u good advice
• not a light sleeper but if u leave the bed he’ll definitely wake up and wait til u come back
• talks a lot about the past while running his hands along ur arms and u can feel his breath tickle ur neck and eventually u both fall asleep

kihyun

• he lays on his side, propping himself up on one arm and talks to u. about everything
• u two have a lot of fun bc the conversation diverges a lot and the night is filled with high pitched giggles and playful tickles
• really likes ur hands. is 100% for sleeping while holding hands
• blows into ur ear just to mess with u and make u flustered
• it works
• hes so fuckin amused by ur reactions
• u two sleep facing each other, with one of his hands holding urs and the other arm over ur torso, stroking ur back
• he watches u while u sleep
• okay that sounds creepy but he really does
• hes mesmerized by the rise and fall of ur chest and how soft ur breaths come out and how ur mouth is left slightly agape and how ur eyelashes contrast against ur skin
• he’s lulled to sleep, watching u relaxes him
• sings u to sleep regardless whether u ask him or not
• always takes requests tho
• “kihyun can u sing me smth?”
• “of course baby what would u like me to sing?”
• “darude sandstorm”
• “i fucking hate u”
• “please”
• kihyun: takes a deep breath “doodoodoodoo doo doodoo doo-”

hyungwon

• not super into skinship esp when sleeping
• but not against a little snuggling every now and then
• esp on cold nights he likes it when u cling to him like a koala
• but most nights he’s content with simply sleeping next to u but not connected to the hip u know
• endless giggling if u start sleeptalking
• he finds it hilarious and so incredibly endearing u dont even know
• sometimes gets so tired he doesnt even change out of the clothes he wore during the day
• u come home late and u see hyungwon curled up on the bed in a hoodie and jeans and ur like ???
• sleeps with socks on
• u think its weird but he gets cold easily so he’ll endure any teasing he gets from u
• his voice gets really deep and husky when hes half asleep
• and its cute when ur having late night talks and he’s just mumbling his responses and u run ur fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead
• “hey hyungwon”
• “mm?”
• “do u remember how we met?”
• “well it was sunny and mnndjsgkf….,.,,.,…i saw mmmnnjnc…,…and u were there,,..,,,,,,”
• go to sleep babe"

jooheon

• will snuggle u to death
• u could be layin on the bed chilling and he would walk into the room, give u that beautiful dimply smile, and jump on u
• he hugs u so tightly bc he just loves holding u
• its comforting to him
• after a rough day he just wants to curl up in bed and hold u in his arms
• like minhyuk u guys talk about ur day and ur problems a lot late at night
• “ive been composing all day and scrapped so many beats and in the end i dont even like the the beats i kept”
• “its okay honey ur such a talented person u’ll create something ur satisfied with i’ll listen to it if u want opinions!!”
• “thanks baby ur the best”
• alternates between big spoon and little spoon
• secretly likes being little spoon more bc he can hold ur hands as they wrap around his waist and he likes the feeling of ur head against his body
• likes kissing u on the cheek and u kiss him back right on his dimple
• will quietly sing u to sleep if u ask
• keeps his hand on ur butt bc he just feels like its a nice place to settle
• gives u a little squeeze once in a while to mess with u or wake u up if ur falling asleep
• he thinks its the cutest thing when u babble in ur sleep and records u to watch another day

changkyun

• likes to sleep facing u
• strokes ur hair and kisses the top of ur head
• if u have any moles on ur face he will definitely kiss each and every one of them
• tries to do asmr for u
• really just whispering “noot noot” in ur ear
• gives a lot of little chuckles bc he’s so enamored with u
• ur just this beautiful bundle of joy in his arms and ur all his he loves that
• u guys talk about the future, all ur fears and excitement and hopes
• whenever u talk he looks into ur eyes and nods intently, taking in every single breath u take and word u speak
• he’ll probably gently bite u in the neck for fun when its quiet
• “changkyun pls”
• “its not my fault ur tasty”
• “good night changkyun
• if u fall asleep first he’ll use it as an opportunity to gaze upon u and memorize ur facial features
• as if u were going to go missing in the morning, he stores the image of ur face in his memory
• he sighs, giving ur hair a light stroke
• touching noses and sharing smiles
• and slowly he falls asleep

Underneath the cut is a guide to WHAT BEING EXTREMELY WEALTHY IS LIKE. I did not write this. I saw this on reddit. It is cut into net worths. I just figured it would be helpful for some of you since rich characters are popular. This guide splits it up in an understandable way! Please like/reblog this guide if you found it helpful!

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Elsewhere University

Because @charminglyantiquated is the coolest person ever, there is now a super-awesome fandom for her comic, Elsewhere University, and because she is even cooler and lets us write stuff for it, I thought I’d take her up on her offer. 

You press the iron necklace into your skin, and you bite your lip until you taste blood, and you walk into the doorway that you’ve never seen before and pray for a miracle. 

You don’t really think that it will work, but you do it anyway. 

They took her about a week ago, while she was walking home from sleeping over-with you. You stupid, idiotic moron. You should have said, “it’s too early.” You should have said, “skip your 8 AM, it doesn’t matter, you’ll pass anyway.” You should have said, “you have a salt packet, right?” But you didn’t. When she didn’t text you all day, when you called her 2, then 5, then 20 times, when you ran home praying that she was lying in bed watching Netflix or working on her english project, when you burst in through the door and the room was dark and cold and empty, then you knew. And you cried and cried all night, begging whatever was listening that they wouldn’t hurt her, toy with her, change her. Praying that they’d give her back. People come back, they do it all the time. Maybe it wasn’t…permanent. You try not to think of how many English majors have vanished this year alone. 

And as the days passed, and there was no sign of her, or even something that looked like her, you slowly come to accept what you must do. 

You went to Shell (has three turtles, that’s how he chose the name) and you buy an iron necklace, for you do not have one of your own. 

“Dude-” Shell starts as you drop the Twizzlers on the table (he picked up the habit of trade over there. he was there for a while. not all of the reptiles in his cage may be turtles.) “-don’t do this.”

“Just give me the necklace.” You don’t want time to doubt this, to second guess, to think of your dad and your aunt patty and your cousin blake who you really wanted to see grow up-

“Look, I’m as sorry about Ash as you are, but…this…what you’re planning?…it won’t work, Willow. It just won’t.” 

They had both chosen tree names, to be called by. They’d met as a mixer, and she’d used it as a dumb conversation starter. She had been so beautiful that night, her skin absorbing the light and glowing with a brown radiance that reminded her of the sun. 

“Just give me. The necklace.” she spat, hands clenched and tears dripping off her eyelashes. 

He sighed, but reached under the counter and dropped it on the pockmarked wooden surface (screwed in with iron screws. he took no chances, not anymore.) he stared at her, eyes hard but burning with regret.

“I know them, Willow. I wasn’t there for…” he drifted off, his eyes fuzzing a bit. time is different there. he was gone for about a month when one of the RA’s finally did something-he was a TA, and he was the resident “merchant” on campus, and he was needed. he said it was longer over there. that was all he ever said, except for the midnight sleep-screaming, and occasional chanting. he shook his head and resumed. 

“…but I know them, ok? you won’t get her back, not if they want her, and definitely not if you demand her. and if you do manage to get her? there’s a price. there’s always a price. and it’s always too high to pay. always.”

she grasps the iron necklace, shaped like a circle, like eternity, in her clammy palm, and says, “she is beyond price.” 

You went to one of the “thin places” (think liminal/the copse of trees next to the sorority that has some girls with skin that is far too pale and eyes that are much too bright ) and you stand there, and say, “i am coming to reclaim what is mine.”

silence, but one that is filled with words.

“she is mine, and i am hers, and i intend to have her back.”

a thin wind rises, and it like the hissing laugh of cruel ancient things. 

you straighten your shoulders, and you resist the urge to grasp the iron circle, and you say “let us begin.” (bring it seemed too high school, and there is a way of going about these things that even she must follow)

and then the door was clear and defined in the trees, and you taste your blood and your fear and you enter. 


she is so beautiful here, but in a way that screams wrong. her thick black hair, her glowing brown eyes, her deep brown skin, it is ethereal here in the wrong way, not the ethereal it is supposed to be, has always been to her. and her eyes are vacant and empty, not full of wit and love and grace. she is wrong, and you intend to fix her. if you can. 

the thing on the throne, the roots twisted like muscle, stares at you from the other side of eternity, and finds you wanting. 

“she is ours.” the thing said, its voice like wind through the leaves, or a knife up a spine. “you have no right to claim her.” 

“i love her. i have every right.” the thing laughs, and that is the worst kind of sound you have ever heard. it is a laugh that has nothing in it to make it a laugh. 

“love means nothing. you say you are each other’s? this means nothing.” it leans forward, on its root throne, and for a moment you step back. “no one you love is special. death will come for you all. that is all that matters, for you. it is all that will every matter.” it leans back, and smiles with too many teeth. “we give her trinkets, and long life, and the pleasure of being chosen. what can you offer, but death?”

you want to have some speech prepared, some grand statement of freedom and love and the power of humanity, but the words are like dead leaves in your mouth. they will mean nothing to it. they barely mean anything to you. 

“i want her back. you do not need a reason to take. i do not need a reason to take back.”

at this, the thing actually nods. “very well. what do you offer? what will i gain, for losing a treasure?” 

she knows she is a dead woman, perhaps not literally, but in all the ways that matter. so long as Ash is safe, alive and well and writing stupid papers until 2 in the morning, she will be content. 

“take what you want.”

it grins so wide she thinks its face will split. 


a life for a life.

you hate yourself. but the thought of ash, asleep in bed at home and safe and with eyes that are hers and are filled with life, you can get through it. 

he comes, as you knew her would. the phone call, panicked, “i’ve got her! i’ve got her! but i think she’s drugged or something you just know so much about this, can you help please please please?” he runs down the path, approaching the copse of trees you stand next to, in the dark, so dark he can’t see you’re alone. 

“hey! I’m here!” Shell gasps, skittering to a halt with a pack bouncing off his leg. “i’ve got some stuff i think might help, where is she?”

you look him in the eye (you owe him that at least) and you say, “I’m sorry.” you say “it was the only way.” 

he doesn’t scream, as you half-expected him to. he’s too smart for that. he turns and run, sprints, gallops away, flinging ramen packets as he goes. its not enough.

the trees grow close, and he suddenly falls into them, like a cartoon character. his eyes catch yours before he vanishes into the blackness between the boughs. there is not even room for hatred in all the brokenness.

he is gone, and then wind is cold and filled with the laughter of cruel things.

a life for a life.

the price is always too high, because they take something and the taking rips the life from you.


disclaimer: i am very white so pleasepleaseplease tell me if my writing of a black character was racist or demeaning in any way! i just wanna help and make more positive representation, but PLEASE tell me if I’m being racist or stepping over a line! thanks! 

Prompt: “You’re such a bitch.”/”Don’t be fucking rude.”

You didn’t want to go to the party. You knew she would be there. You couldn’t stand her. Kendall, in your eyes, was satan. She was rude, fake, spoiled, stuck up and everything else. But no one seamed to know this but you. You had had multiple run ins with her since you and Harry started dating. She never had anything nice to say to or about you. Calling you ugly and saying you weren’t good enough for Harry and how Harry would find his way back to her, he always did. And each and every time you thought Harry would catch her in the act, she smiled and laughed, as if you were having a great conversation the whole time, as soon as he came back with a drink for you. And each and every time you wanted to slap him and make him realize that his ex, was indeed, a bitch. But harry being Harry, he always wanted to see the best in people. You didn’t know if Harry knew that she was so mean, or if he knew and chose to ignore it. Either way, as you stood in front of the mirror, sliding on your red dress, you knew just how your encounter with Kendall would go. You tried not to let her dampen your mood, though. Luckily Harry was able to take your mind off it, pressing kisses to your neck the car ride there. And you spent a good 30 minutes at the party without any sign of Kendall. But as soon as Harry left your side to get you a drink, the she-devil herself walked up to you. 

“(y/n)! Lovely to see you here.” she said looking you up and down, clearly judging you. “Where’d you get the dress, the dumpster?”

“At least I don’t have to leave the house half naked to get peoples attention.”

“Hey now, lets not be harsh. Wheres Harry? Off finding someone better I suppose?”

“Harry loves me.”

“Sure, and the Pope isn’t Catholic. Why can’t you see that you’re just Harrys little charity case. He’ll get sick of you eventually, and when he does, he’ll come running back to me. He always does. Its just a matter of time.” she said to you harshly. And just like that Harry came back,

“Heres your drink, my love.” he said and kissed your temple. You gladly took the drink from him and took a much needed sip.

“Kendall, nice to see you.” Harry said hugging her and kissing her cheek. It made you cringe. Not because Harry was hugging his ex, but if he only knew what a bitch she was…

Harry and Kendall made light conversation, before Harry quickly turned to say hello to someone else. 

“Its going to happen eventually. And when it does, I’ll be sure to say ‘told you so’” Kendall said to you. 

“God, you’re such a bitch!” you yelled, and sure enough, the small room with the small amount of people got quiet. Harry turned around, appalled. 

“(y/n)…whats gotten into you?” Harry questioned. He looked between you and Kendall. Of course she was acting all innocent and as if she didn’t spend the last 10 minutes insulting me. 

“I didn’t say anything to her Harry I swear. I was just telling her I hope she doesn’t get lonely while you’re on tour.”

“I’m so sorry Kendall. I think we should go.” Harry said sternly, grabbing your arm and leading you to the door.  The car ride home was completely silent, you were on the verge of tears the whole time. As soon as the front door closed, Harry started.

“What the bloody hell was that? Why would you call her a bitch? She’s been nothing but nice to you from the moment she’s met you. I don’t understand.”

“But Harry that’s the thing. She’s so rude to me. While you were off getting me a drink, she spent the whole time insulting me. She was saying I got my dress from the trash and how you don’t love me. She said you’d get tired of me and you’ll come crawling back to her- you always do.” 

“I know Kendall, and that doesn’t sound like her. She’s a sweet girl. If you don’t want me hanging around her, I’d rather you just say so, rather than trying to make her look bad.” he yelled. 

“So you’re going to believe her over me? Harry I’ve never lied to you. I wouldn’t lie about this. Her goal every time she sees me is to make me feel like shit when you aren’t around. Then when you come back, she acts like nothing ever happened.”

“I’m not going to listen to this. When you decide to be mature, I’ll be upstairs.” he said, and left you standing in the foyer, starting to believe everything Kendall was saying to you.

All you could do was cry. You shouldn’t have been feeling sorry for yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You picked up your phone to try and take your mind off it. As soon as you opened Twitter, hundreds of tweets blew up your phone. Deciding to see what the fuss was about, you clicked on a video taken of you and Kendall from that night. As is played, everything Kendall said to you was caught on camera. Everything. As it turns out, a fan snuck into the party and caught the whole interaction on camera as she sat at the bar. Many people in the comments were coming to your defense, as it was a known fact that you did not like Kendall. Just then you got a tweet from Harry. It said: “Don’t be fucking rude, @ kendalljenner. All the love. Hx.” 

Harry came racing down the stairs seconds later. “Oh my God, baby I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I’m such an arse.”

“Yea. Yea you are.” you said hitting his chest hard.

“Ok I deserved that. Babe I’m so sorry, I should’ve believed you. I had no idea she was so mean. Now I see why you don’t like her. And everything she’s ever said to you - please please don’t believe it. She’s just bitter she’s not as smart, kind, funny and beautiful inside and out as you are. You’re not a charity case and I love you very much. Don’t you forget that.”

“Don’t worry I know its not true. Also, you never tweet about anything personal, let alone directly at someone. What made you do it this time?”

“I cant let her get away with being rude to you. I’ve fucked up royally, and I want the public to know that I may be kind but I’ll never let someone walk all over the people I love. I don’t give a damn who the hell they are.” 

You laughed and he kissed your cheek, secure in knowing that Harry would always be there for you and have your back, no matter what. 

If the Batboys had a Hispanic S/O:

Requested: Yes (To my fellow Latin Batboys fans :3) 

Dick: 

-tHIS BOI HAD NO SHAME AT FIRST 

-Thought it was okay flirt by calling you “Mami” (YOU PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE) 

-from that point on he threw the “fiery Latin woman” stereotypes out the fucking window  

-he’d give you little nicknames in Romani expecting you to call him something romantic in Spanish 

-after the third month he realized “burro pendejo” didn’t mean “handsome sex god” like you told him it did 

-he’d always try to pick up on certain things you say 

-(especially songs tbh) 

-Every time you sing in the shower he’d just barge through the door and sing along to the only part he knows 

-(ex. *you singing in the shower*: “Cada vez, cada vez que lo veo pasar- *Dick barging into the bathroom*: “BIDI BIDI BOM BOM”)  

-it wasn’t even the right part for the chorus but hey he’s trying  

Jason: 

-can go from “Corazon” to “Cabron” real quick lemme tell you 

-ALWAYS making fun of your slip ups when talking (Its okay he has a numb spot on the back of his head because of it) 

-has tendencies to mock your accent that you try to hide whenever you’re angry at him 

-but when you get sad or embarressed about it he just holds you and tells you how muchs he loves it 

-DID I MENTION HE ALWAYS BEGS FOR YOU TO COOK (SRSLY EVERY DAY IM NOT KIDDING)

-and of course you’re pretty flattered because Jason cooks Caucasian cuisine pretty fucking good so him loving on your food sent your ego skyrocketing 

- “Hey babe can you make that yellow rice and beans dish for dinner tonight?” “Arroz con Habichuelas? Again? But you promised you’d make me pasta” 

- *Jason walking over to the stove to make the pasta* *Searches the drawers for the posts/ pans* *Opens the oven finding every pot and pan in the apartment in the oven* “Y/N WHAT THE FUCK.” 

-watches “La Rosa de Guadalupe” with you once and mocks it the entire time 

-you catch him a week later watching it on your laptop crying (U AINT SLICKK BOIIIIII) 

Tim: 

-HE NOW REFUSES TO DRINK COFFEE THAT WASN’T MADE BY YOU (Srsly the only exception is Alfred’s coffee and that’s only if he’s desperate) 

-used to drink his watered down white person coffee black, but hooo hooo ever since he tried your coffee he’s been hooked (Cafe con leche got him SHOOK) 

-whenever you upload a file for him or get him coffee or pretty much do anything for him he tries to say “gracias” in his white boy accent and it cracks you up tbh 

-oh god when he met your family the first thing they made fun of was how pale he was *that’s how you knew he was welcomed tbh -he’s officially family when insults get slung around*

-your abuelita was a huge fan (gave him her number and everything -even hooked him up with some of the caramel cremes in her purse) 

-tbh you’re the only one that gets him to sleep (Bruce sometimes calls when Tim is being too extra)  

-because Bruce and everyone else knows you’re the only one who can get Tim out of working 

Damian: 

-he’s so eager to just learn everything he can about your culture  

-he made it his mission to learn Spanish fluently (so of course you decided to take up Arabic to keep it even) 

-Constantly asked Bruce what certain Spanish words meant (Bruce would only smirk when answering) 

-tHIS BOY TRIED LEARNING TO DANCE SALSA JUST FOR YOU (Dick convinced him tbh) 

-of course you had nicknames for each other (For him it was Dami, Amor, corazon/ for you it was (y/n/n), habibti, ‘amira) 

-he loved just hearing you speak the same way you loved hearing him speak 

-you shared your cultures with each other -music, food, language, its just so beautiful <3 

-since you both spoke each other’s native language you’d have mixed language conversations that would just confuse the fuck outta everyone 

-some of your pets have Arabic names while others have Hispanic names (btw, you agreed to have that same plan when naming your future children) 

-you guys make such a beautiful couple tbh, accepting each other’s cultural differences and growing together in harmony *BEAUTIFUL*   

@kryptolipsx  @ana-paula-180

Levi, Erwin, and the Decision to Die

I’ve heard some criticism of Levi allowing Erwin to die, and Erwin choosing to die, in Chapter 84. They claim that it was a plot device to allow main-character Armin to survive that went against their characters. To them, I would advise them to reread the manga the chapter and really take in what’s going on.

Specifically, the flashback sequence. 

Isayama didn’t include those to fill up pages, you know. Each one is a crucial memory in Levi’s development which results in the decision he made. The salvation of Armin was very much a character-driven decision, not a plot one - it was made to be Levi’s choice for a reason, and his decision resulted in the perfect resolution to Erwin’s arc and extensive growth to Levi’s.

The first of these flashbacks displays Armin’s motivation. Again, this is by no means an ass-pull; Isayama planned for this all these chapters ago by having Levi listen in on this conversation because it his decision to save Armin is crucial to his development. It’s Armin’s dream which is crucial here. Look at the genuine joy and excitement in his eyes. He really, truly wants to see the ocean for the beauty of it all. But in the next flashback…

…Erwin’s words don’t match his actions. He expresses the same determination as Armin did, but without any of Armin’s fire. Even as Erwin speaks these words his head is downcast, and he even admits that he has no idea what he will do afterwards, whereas for Armin, the idea of seeing the ocean is more of a symbolic gesture for appreciating the freedom outside the walls - one of hope for the future itself.

As an appreciative side note, the parallels between Armin and Erwin continue to be strong, and the fact that both of their fates rely on Bertholdt, their third parallel, ties in the three interconnected worlds of the Warriors, the Survey Corps, and the 104th. It is a decision to save one of three halves of the same self. For Armin, the dream that drives all his actions is to see the ocean; for Erwin, the basement; for Bertholdt, his hometown. Levi doesn’t consider the worth of Bertl’s life in this equation, given his lack of a personal connection to him and Bertl being an enemy, but panels of Bertholdt between flashbacks do, I think, imply his connection to the two.

Anyway getting back on track, Levi hasn’t realised this crucial difference between Armin and Erwin yet. It takes a very important memory to trigger that recognition… 

The death of Kenny Ackerman in Chapter 69 is perhaps the definitive moment for Levi’s character development, as well as for the vital theme of Intoxication throughout SNK. In probably my favourite scene of the series, Kenny explains how in this cold, brutal, bloody world, dreams and aspirations are existential drugs to keep the trauma and the pain at bay, and give meaning to the endless slaughter.

But there comes a point where one experiences so much pain, so much loss, that the drug enslaves you. Just like how drug addicts eventually cease to take any pleasure from its consumption yet can’t stop because now they’re addicted, Kenny no longer feels any real longing for power; but after Uri’s death, that’s all he has left.  He sets himself a goal to distract himself from the emptiness inside. If he had still truly desired power, he would have taken the titan serum himself. But he doesn’t. His dream was simply the strings animating his lifeless body.

And the same is true of Erwin.

Kenny’s words about Uri echo back to Levi to refer to Erwin. As it should, as Uri and Erwin are the respective receivers of the infamous Ackerbond. He, like Uri, like Kenny, is enslaved by this dream. Erwin practically says it himself in Chapter 80:

The answers are the only thing that drive Erwin. Aside from that, his life is empty, thus his longing to die…but he can’t. Because the addiction still enslaves him.

This is, of course, the long-awaited revelation of the question Erwin asked his father in his flashback in Chapter 55, all those years ago.

“What doesn’t exist” in this scenario specifically refers to the lost records of humanity. revealing that dream at the core of Erwin’s character - to challenge convention and find the truth of what lies beyond. This is the dream. This is the memory that reappears in Erwin’s dying moments because it is the base essence of who he is - it is what plays inside his head with every decision he makes. This question is all he is now. 

And here it is, the explicit connection between Erwin and Kenny - the two most important people in Levi’s life. You can see the shock and pain in his eyes as he makes the connection and knows that Erwin was about to make the same choice Kenny had…

…to reject the serum and die. To be free from their intoxication at last. He doesn’t know about Armin’s situation. He’s making this decision because he does not truly want to see the basement anymore. Remember that Erwin is still in a delirious state - the recollection of Levi’s words to Erwin were included to show that here Erwin is not thanking Levi for offering him the serum; he is thanking him for his actions in chapter 80 - what he wanted to say behind his sad smile. By making the decision for him, Levi liberated him from his intoxication at long last. 

At this point, Levi knows that the cruellest thing to do to Erwin right now would be to return him to its grasp. The panel showing Armin’s eyes, free from the sadness of Erwin’s, shows that he still posseses the younger dream - the innocent dream of a younger version of Erwin’s self, before it escalates into a life-dominating intoxication. Levi knows that the younger dream is the one that must be preserved.

“Hell” is his addiction, the compulsion that swallowed up his life and caused him so much pain and grief. This is what people who insist that Erwin should have seen the basement before he died don’t understand. Seeing the basement could never be a positive thing for Erwin’s character, because once he saw it, he would have been overcome with despair because it could never have possibly lived up to his expectations. His goal would be complete, but he would still be a broken man, and upon discovering the secrets of the basement he will have no choice but to see those ghosts all the time.

Seeing the basement would not have been the fulfilment of a dream. It would have shattered it. It would have been the fruition of a toxic addiction which had ruined Erwin’s life, and by allowing Erwin to die, Levi gave him the agency to wrest back control of his life from its grasp.

And Erwin, by dying, fulfilled what the dream was back when he was a child, back when it was chaste, before it was the basement and when it was a simple question. With that question, he saw beyond the illusion and defied the powers that be. In accepting death, he in turn saw beyond the drunken haze of the dream and broke free of its control on him.

Erwin Smith died triumphant, and free.

okay but consider the following for a harry potter AU featuring jace and simon being TEEN WIZARDS at the new york institute for magical children hogwarts:

  • jace has been able to see the threstrals that roam around the school since the first time he stepped into the grounds. he points them out to alec and izzy but when it becomes clear that only he can see them, he stays quiet and tries to convince himself he’s not losing it. he doesn’t quite manage it, not until weeks later when he sees muggleborn simon sitting in the courtyard and staring up at the sky, eyes tracking the flight path of the twin threstrals dancing in front of the midafternoon sun. 
  • despite this connection known only by the two of them, simon and jace don’t actually get off to a good start. jace thinks simon’s intolerably annoying and gets even more irritated when he finds himself losing entire minutes staring at simon’s wide, sweet smile across the dining hall and only jolts back to himself when an unimpressed alec and/or an amused izzy kick him hard in the shin. simon thinks jace is a stereotypical jerk who’s absurdly beautiful and frustratingly good at everything and it makes simon become uncomfortably aware of his own perceived inadequacies. 
  • in one infamous incident, clary tried to convince them they would be good friends if they’d just stop being so dramatic. it went about as well as a similar conversation izzy had with alec and clary about each other: terribly. 
  • things change though when the whole thing with valentine goes down, and a fourteen year old jace is ostracized by practically the entire student body because, through a series of soap-opera like plot twists, he turns out to be the son of a genocidal maniac. in potions, the one class shared only by the two of them, simon pointedly takes the seat next to him. “what are you doing?” jace asks, warily. “those assholes over there seem to be under the impression that because i think you’re a dick i’d be down with them dragging on you,” is simon’s angry reply. “and listen, we may have never gotten along, but if everyone who thought i was an annoying shit was evil incarnate, then literally the only two people who wouldn’t be in that category is clary and my mom.” 
  • struck speechless, jace can’t say anything but, “even you?” and simon laughs, surprising even himself when he finds that jace’s words don’t sting him, for once, but feel like a gentle rib instead. “oh, yeah,” he says, “you don’t know how many times a day i want to punch myself in the face.” they become friends after that, the way that you do when you can laugh at yourselves together with someone, and that foundation stays with them for the rest of their lives - even when the particularities of their relationship continues to grow. 
  • when he realizes it, it’s  surprisingly easy for simon to accept that he’s fallen love with jace. the only thing that was preventing him before was pride and sheer stubbornness, because simon wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he got wrapped up in someone who couldn’t stand him. now that he’s getting to experience firsthand what it’s like to have jace’s concern and attention, even if its in a totally platonic way, simon’s got no chance. still, he stays quiet, too aware still of all the ways he thinks he falls short. usually, the warmth of their friendship is enough to soften the regret of not getting to have more. usually. there’s almost a sweetness to the ache.

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The Weight of the World

Okay, this is the very first request I got (iconic), I hope you like it!

REQ: ‘Hello, I was wondering if I could send in a request for a Jughead x Reader where the reader is going through a hard time at home (maybe at school too) and she meets Jughead at Pop’s bc there is no other seats and he can tell by the look on her face and how dark her under eyes are that something’s up and asks her about it even tho he barely knows her?’

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: I don't think there’s any???

Word count: 1789


My relationship with my parents was never really an overly loving one. It seemed as soon as I was old enough to think for myself their voices would breakthrough and say things like “Y/N are you doing your homework? Have you enrolled in enough extracurricular activities? Don’t even think of going to bed until you’ve studied for every subject”. And yes, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if I had a healthy social life to balance this out, but my parents wouldn’t even allow me that, I’d have to come home from school straight away every day and get right into my studies, anything else was just unacceptable.

For most of my high school life, this was the way it was and I kind of just accepted it. That was until this year when it struck me that I literally had no friends because of this and I was absolutely miserable. I was so afraid of failure that even with my extra amounts of study, I’d stay up until ridiculous hours at night just to make sure I would definitely get an A on a stupid project or essay.

After weeks of deliberation, I decided that I needed to confront my parents and tell them I needed a normal teenage life, complete with friends and maybe even a boyfriend. The fact that this idea seemed so far-fetched made me want to cry. Today was finally going to be the day I’d face them.

 I mustered up all my courage on a particularly cold Friday after school and decided it was now or never. After I eventually reached my house, I carefully walked through the front door making sure to wipe my feet on the dull brown doormat that read ‘home sweet home’ as I’d been told to do so many times before. Instead of my usual pattern of going straight up to my room, I went to find my mother in the kitchen.  

 Just my luck my dad was there too, freshly home from work. “Hey, guys can I talk to you?” I started, barely noticing that my hands were shaking. I told them about where my head was at and I calmly explained that I needed more balance in my life. I guess I wasn’t that surprised when I was met with immediate retaliation. Spitting words at me like venom, they made it seem as though I was proposing something absolutely absurd, I could feel the weight of the world crashing down on me, suffocating me.

 When my mother said, “Y/N if you don’t fully commit yourself, you’ll never end up like us, you’ll be worthless and a burden on society”. That one statement made something click inside my brain, I looked up at her with tears stinging my eyes and said, “Mother, I never EVER want to end up like you and dad, I’d rather be dead than end up like you!” A look of shock flashed upon my parent’s faces and maybe a hint of remorse? I didn’t give myself time to analyse their expressions or wait for a reply, I quickly ran to the front door to get out of the house. I needed to get away, go somewhere, anywhere.

 The cool late afternoon breeze hit my face as I quickly walked down the street, drying my tears. There was really only one place that could make me feel better right now and I noticed myself walking there almost as if I was on auto-pilot.

 Ahhhh Pop’s, my place of solitude, and in my opinion Riverdale’s most iconic location. I walked up to the door and stepped inside. There was something about the retro vibe of Pop’s choc-lit-shoppe that made the atmosphere incredibly soothing for me.  I quickly made my way to the counter, ordering a chocolate milkshake, which was always my personal favourite. Pop handed me my milkshake with a big grin “Thanks, Pop, you’re the best,” I said with a weak smile. I turned on my heel to scan the rest of the area out for a free booth. To my disappointment, all the booths were occupied, mainly by happy looking families, which made my heart feel heavy.

 I started to make my way towards the very back of the choc-lit-Shoppe when my eyes landed on a raven-haired boy in a beanie viciously typing away on his laptop. I knew him to be Jughead Jones, we had advanced English together and he also happened to be my very first crush when I was 6 years old, I smiled to myself, thinking of how happy and innocent life was back then. 

He stared so intently at his screen and seemed so immersed in what it was he was doing, I thought he surely wouldn’t care if I came and sat down. At this point, I didn’t even really care myself I just needed to release my frustrations on this chocolate milkshake. So I stealthily slid down into the seat opposite him, placing my milkshake gently on the table in front of me.

 It seemed Jughead had the reflexes of a fox as he immediately lowered his laptop screen and looked at me with a furrowed brow and a blank expression “Um can I help you?” he asked in a questioning tone. I sighed, “Hey uh sorry, there was just nowhere else to sit and I just needed to sit a chill out for a bit, if it bothers you I can leave” I managed to blurt out. He looked at me for a second taking in my withered and sleep-deprived appearance, a look he himself knew all too well “No, uh its fine you can stay”. 

I gave him a weak smile and looked down at my shake expecting that to be the last of our conversation, thankfully I was wrong. “Aren’t you Y/N? We have advanced English together right? You wrote that tragically beautiful essay on Shakespeare, I remember” Jughead said closing his laptop fully, putting all his attention on me. “Yeah that’s me, and we most certainly do” I started, the corners of my mouth threatening a smile “I can’t believe the Jughead Jones is complimenting my writing ability” I chuckled, he looked at me with a puzzled expression so I continued “I’ve been reading the blue and gold and I’ve also heard you read a couple of your essays in class, you’re really amazing Jughead”.

 A small smile crept up on his face when I said this, which from what I’ve observed over the years was a thing Jughead never really wore. “Thanks”, his tone quickly changed and a more serious look had fallen back upon his face “hey do you mind if I ask what you’re doing here at this time? I mean usually every teenager in this godforsaken town is at home right now eating dinner with their parents or getting drunk with their friends, not hanging around Pop’s ordering chocolate milkshakes” He finished. 

A quick replay of the today’s past events flashed in my brain like a horror movie and the sting of it hit me all over again. The feelings inside must of translated onto my face because Jughead quickly said, “Look, I know it’s not my place but, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here, I know we barely know each other, but sometimes talking to someone you don’t really know about your problems, can be easier than talking to someone you’re close with” he had this look in his eyes that made me believe he was being genuine, so I decided to take him up on his offer.

 “Well, I won’t bore you with the details but my parents have just been putting me under crazy amounts of pressure at school lately, to the point where I have zero social life because every waking second of my free time is spent studying, so much so that I’m just emotionally and physically exhausted” I sighed, pausing for a second “So tonight I told them I was done trying to be their perfect child and I needed time for myself yano, to be myself and not some robot. This, of course, set them off and I pretty much got told I was going to end up on the streets doing drugs or getting pregnant and to not come crawling back to them when my life goes down the gutter, so I just left and decided to come to Pop’s for some chocolate therapy” I let a small breathy laugh at how ridiculous my parents must sound to Jughead.

 “Wow, your parents sound like a tough crowd Y/N” Jughead said looking right at me “Yeah, you’re telling me” I rolled my eyes. “So are you going to keep up your freedom campaign, when you get home?” He asked “Yes, I think I will, I need time to be an actual teenager and maybe make some actual friends” I lightly smiled. “Well, pass me your phone, I’ll put my number in it and you can call me whenever your parents are giving you a hard time or if you just want to talk, I’m usually the lone wolf type but us writers are a dying breed and need to stick together” He half smiled motioning for me to hand over my phone.

 I quickly obeyed his gesture “Thanks for listening to me Jug, you were completely right, it so much easier practically talking to a stranger, I feel like a small weight has been lifted” I replied with a goofy smile on my face. “Well technically we’re not strangers anymore Y/N, we’re connected on a deeper level” he said tying his number in and passing my phone back “Again, you’re definitely not wrong” I laughed “but now I think its only fair I get to know more about you mister Jones, you’re quite the mystery”. He paused for a second, icy blue eye peering into mine “Every great mystery becomes unravelled with time” was all he replied with a small smirk plastered on his face.

 We spent the next two hours talking about books and music, I felt surprisingly really comfortable with Jughead. And eventually as the night drew on I made my way home only to find myself not worrying about what my parents would think of me, but more so on my future and what a positive thing it would be. I also couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the new friend I had just made, my mysterious new friend who loved Pink Floyd and hamburgers. The self-described great mystery himself, Jughead Jones. He really was a mystery, one I was incredibly eager to solve and I had a feeling that in time I was going to do just that.

Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

Originally posted by gyuwoo


GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring…

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/


You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

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anonymous asked:

Promptis for the sleeping ship request

Who is a night owl: Prompto. He doesn’t sleep well. He finds himself awake at 2am with a pounding heartbeat and every single insecurity he’s ever had crowding in on his mind until he wants to scream. Usually Noctis will choose this moment to roll over and literally engulf him in a huge, sleepy hug. He’ll wrap himself around Prompto and hold him tight to his chest, and mumble his name into his ear, and Prompto will feel the tension bleed out of his body. He’ll fall asleep soon after that.

Who is a morning person: Again, Prompto. Noctis, aka Sleeping Beauty, is not big on waking up at all, as we know, so Noct will go to sleep early and wake up late, but Prompto gets restless. Perhaps its because of his teenage years when he woke up before dawn to go for a run, but whatever it is, he finds it impossible to lie in bed for too long. Unless Noctis does wake up and initiates sexy time, in which case, Prompto is more than willing to stay in bed. He’s actually at his most horny in the morning, and loves nothing more than waking Noctis up by playing with him, whether it’s running his palm softly over the prince’s cock until he wakes up, or even going so far as to undo the buttons on his tight boxers and slip him into his mouth, playing his tongue up and down Noctis until he’s hard and leaking precome, still moaning and slowly writhing in his sleepy state. Noctis likes nothing more than being made to come while he’s still half asleep.

Are they cuddlers: yes. They lie together like two creatures intertwining. Prompto sits on Noct’s lap when they’re watching TV, or snuggles up against him. Prompto will push his thigh up against Noct’s if they’re eating dinner side by side, and if they’re opposite each other, Prompto will run his foot up Noctis’ leg and try and turn him on without the others noticing. This once led to Ignis casting him such a scary look at the table that he didn’t try anything for a month. Noctis loves to cuddle Prompto. Sometimes when he knows Prompto’s feeling insecure, he’ll walk up behind him and basically weld himself to Prompto’s back, hands around his waist, sometimes fingers sneaking down the waistband of his trousers (I’m British, so they’re trousers to me, not pants. Pants go underneath trousers :D).

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: it changes. When one rolls over, the other becomes big spoon or little spoon according to position. They seem magnetically attached to each other at all times, but at night, they are inseparable. Ignis will come in to wake them in the morning and almost not know where one ends and the other begins.

What is their favourite sleeping position: curled up around each other.

Who steals all the blankets: all-out blanket wars. Noctis will roll over and just… somehow… consume the whole thing, but Prompto is not afraid to tickle Noctis to get him to release it. Both of them get cold easily, and both of them despise having chilly toes, so when one nicks the duvet, the other will retaliate instantly, resulting in a small battle. Plus side is, they’re often much warmer afterwards. And horny.

What they wear to bed: Noctis likes super soft things. After the injury on his back as a child, spending a lot of time lying in bed, he grew accustomed to having silk pyjamas. Now he will only sleep in silk pyjamas. Usually a matching top and bottom, but if it’s really warm, just the bottoms. Prompto sleeps in matching fleecy chocobo pyjamas, sky blue with little yellow chocobos on. He loves them, and is not ashamed of them, and will defend them to the death if necessary. Do not mock the chocobos. Noctis thinks its too fucking cute and loses his mind whenever he sees Prompto ready for bed. Even better, if he sees Prompto in his pyjamas sleepily brushing his teeth, hair all soft and wet after a shower, the top buttons undone just enough that it sags open at the back and reveals a few freckles on the back of his neck.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: both of them get a kick out of it, but it’s usually Prompto who’s forgotten his clothes or ends up having an impromptu sleepover at Noct’s apartment. Noctis loves seeing Prompto wearing his clothes, and he loves it when they smell of him afterwards. Sometimes he’ll deliberately wear a t-shirt Prompto has been wearing (if it’s not too full of holes) to a council meeting and he’ll sit there, and every time he shuffles or moves, he can smell Prompto’s sweet smell on it, and it makes him smile.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Noctis. He can sleep anywhere. Prompto is used to it, and will either rattle on regardless, or will fall silent, tuck the prince up under whatever piece of fabric is nearest and most appropriate, ranging from Gladio’s or Ignis’ jackets, to a blanket, and resume exactly where he left off when Noct fell asleep.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Prompto. He has horrible nightmares, knowing about his past and his intended future as an MT, and has all sorts of night terrors about being a sleeper MT unit and coming to life and hurting Noctis, being awake for the whole thing but unable to stop himself from killing the people he loves most… Noctis, despite being the top contender for Sleepiest Sleeping Beauty, will always wake up and pull Prompto in close for a hug and tell him how much he loves him and how he needs Prompto, and how incredible Prompto is.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Noctis and Prompto have both given each other black eyes accidentally, but Prompto is as much of a fidget in his sleep as he is during the day. And, perhaps surprisingly, he packs a pretty good right hook.

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves: neither. They’re horny as fuck and cannot keep anything in their pants for very long.

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Secret Love Song (Louis Tomlinson Imagine)

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REQUEST: (from Anon) You’re a famous singer and you and Louis have been dating for about a year and you come out with your relationship imagine? Love your blog btw x 💛💕

WAAAAHHHH! MY FIRST REQUEST! I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who requested. I really do appreciate them! Keep on sending them in and I’ll do my best to finish them quickly. Feedbacks are very well appreciated. 

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Being Y/N Y/L/N has its pros and cons. A pro of it is being able to travel the world while doing what I love the most… singing. Singing is just one thing, but singing songs written by me, for me, and with me is a whole other level.

Another pro is finding the love of my life during an award show, where he and his bandmates won against me for best music video.


*Flashback*

“And the winner for Best Music Video is…” Rihanna says through the mic. Each tear on the envelope sending chills down my spine.

I was nominated for my music video for “Salute”. My opponents include Zayn’s “Pillowtalk”, Maroon 5’s “Don’t Wanna Know” and One Direction’s “Night Changes”. The competition was tough but I really wanted to win this award. I gave my everything on that song and its music video and winning will pay off the hard work.

The air became almost non-existent when I heard Rihanna shout One Direction. It felt like the air was physically punched out of my system. But with the cameras filming our reactions, I had to fake a smiling face and clap for the winner.

During the after party, I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate my Best Female Singer award and socialize with everyone on the room. My manager just forced me to attend as to not start speculations of me being a sore loser or what not. The lose really took a toll on me. The worst thing was… I only lost to them by 5 votes! I mean… 5 votes?! It really bummed me out.

“Hello?” Someone said, shaking me out of my frustrated thoughts.

“What?” I said, shaking my head to bring me back to reality.

“I’m sorry.” The person said. I looked at the person and saw none other than Harry Styles.

“No.. I’m sorry. Just really not in the mood to be here.” I said honestly.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that love. But my friend Louis right there was just too nervous to meet you, and seeing your reaction tonight about the award, he was really to scared to approach you.” He said, pointing towards Louis’s direction. Louis had a sheepish smile raising his hand as a sign of hello, which may I say was adorable.

“Was it really that obvious?” I asked nervously.

“Just a little.” Louis said. I didn’t even notice his appearance up until now.

“I’m really sorry.” I said genuinely.

“It’s alright love.” He said with that same sheepish smile.

That night, I got to know him better. We didn’t even notice that we were already conversing without Harry.

I silently thanked my manager for forcing me that night.

Because that night was the start of something great.

**


A few months and a few dates after that award show, we started dating officially and up until now, Louis and I are still going strong. Although with our situation, with both of us always being under the limelight, we decided to keep our relationship to ourselves for the meantime. Only our closest friends and family knew of our relationship.

That was the con of everything. The line between my private life and public life was almost invisible. Rumors after rumors of us dating have been published but we just shake them off, saying that we were just really good friends.

In a few weeks, we’ll be celebrating our first year anniversary. I’ve been working my ass off at the studio for the special gift that I was about to give the man that makes me smile every second of every day.

A song about us.

“Guess who?” said that voice that I knew very much, him covering my eyes with his very soft and fragile hands.

“Louis William Tomlinson, I’m so stressed so please let me see your beautiful face so that I can kiss it.” I said. He finally let go and turned the office chair that I was sitting on and gave me a peck on the lips.

“So, why did you ask me to meet you here?” He said, taking a seat on my right, Greg, my producer sitting on my left.

“Listen to this. “ I said as Greg played the song that I wrote with him.

When you hold me in the street

And you kiss me on the dance floor

I wish that it could be like that

Why can’t it be like that? Cause I’m yours

The song started playing, Louis passionately listening to the newly recorded song. I wasn’t listening to the song because I was busy reading Louis’s expressions.

I wrote this song for him and for us. I couldn’t stand not being able to show everyone how much I am in love with this Doncaster boy.

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you, I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It’ll never be enough

It’s obvious you’re meant for me

Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly

Every second, every thought, I’m in so deep

But I’ll never show it on my face

Tears started streaming down Louis’s face. He wiped it as unnoticeable as possible but I was still able to catch his small gesture. The song ended with a few tears pooling in his eyes yet with a huge smile on his face. He just shook his head and kissed me.

After regaining himself, he thanked Greg and asked if he’d be kind enough to let us talk privately. Greg nodded and left the room, patting Louis’s shoulder and congratulating him.

“When are you going to put the song out?” He asked.

“I’m not sure. Why?” I asked.

“Do it within the week or so.” He ordered.

“Are you sure? This soon? Why?”

“Because I want to shout it from the rooftops from now on. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

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We decided to tell everyone of our relationship during our James Corden’s Late Late Show appearance, which coincidently, we were both on at the same time. The song was a huge hit and people caught on the meaning of the song causing ruckus here and there with regards to who the song was about.

On the day of the filming of the Late Late Show interview, Louis and I were sat beside each other on the couch, just the two of us. James was in front of us asking questions about our career plans for the next few months from now, until my new song was mentioned.

“So Y/N… A little birdie told me that your new song is about a certain someone called the Swag Master of Doncaster. Care to explain?” James asked showing a photo of us exiting the studio with Louis’s arm protectively and lovingly around my waist. I started blushing, my cheeks heating up quicker than normal.

I didn’t say a word. I just simply held Louis’s hand and smiled.

James let out a loud chuckle and that was it.

We were officially a couple in the public eye… and we couldn’t be happier.

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Love you all! 😘

Lay Me Down

AN: This is Mor x Elain smut, and I have absolutely no regrets. NSFW.

SO. I would like to sort of revamp Sin Night. I know I’ll never be as awesome as fuckyeahazriel was, but I really enjoyed it! So. Every Thursday, I will take the headcanons and ideas and fantasies you inbox me and publish them with my thoughts. ON TOP of that, I will take my favorite one or two each week and publish extended fics about them. Like this one. You can send me sinful things ALL WEEK LONG whenever you want, and I will do my best to answer them ALL on Thursdays!!! So get sending, friends! No sin is too dirty <3

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Elain couldn’t help but grin as she tucked the beautifully blooming primrose into the woven basket on her arm. Its white petals joined the riot of color in the basket, back-dropped by every shade of spring green she could have imagined. The Night Court looked snowy and cold, but when it was kissed by Spring, when the sun bent to touch its nose to the ground and caress the earth with its fingers…She’d never seen a spring so beautiful in all her life.

Mor had been kind enough to take her to nearby fields of wildflowers, had been kind enough to point out the blooms native to Prythian, the ones native to the Night Court itself. She had never seen so many new species of flowers, had never had such access to their seeds, never been able to study their anatomy. Now, she supposed, she had all the time in the world. She had all the time she wanted to grow as many flowers as she wanted.

She stood and wiped the dirt from her fingers onto the front of her simple, cerulean cotton gown. It was an odd design—far freer and mobile than the designs she was used to in the human world, but she couldn’t say she minded it. She liked feeling the breeze dance on her legs, liked being able to simply undo a few buttons at her breast and tug the whole dress off, the way a man might have. She enjoyed the short, capped sleeves even more. It kept her arms more able to work, to pull up the flowers and put them back in the earth.

“Have you gotten all the flowers you wanted?”

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@snackaddictmura​, @steppingonlegofme​, @henrymarsette​ & the anons who asked about Riko, here is a big dumping a general answer!

Feat: more about Riko’s important exes Jack & Yulong, and then his boss ass no romo life

>> The Kayleigh Lives AU <<

Part 1 of the Riko life rant

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anonymous asked:

jungkook smut in highschool hes your senior & is in ur classes bc he failed them & he always jokes around about getting u to date him but u both know hes kidding but one day ur wearing a tight dress and hes so turned on and wont stop dirty talking

And

can I request a jungkook thigh riding smut … I swear those thighs will kill me one day

I’m combining these two request so i hope you enjoy!! and thank you for requesting!

JUNGKOOK X READER

Xx Smut xX

~~ Admin Abbie

Ride me Baby

You walked into your classroom and sat down your books at your desk and then grabbed the homework from the front of the room. This was just like every other normal day at school. 

You would come in, grab the homework, sit down and start looking over it while you waited for the one and only Jeon Jungkook to come and start up so crazy conversation like always.

He was actually supposed to graduate last year but he failed horribly in math so he had to stay back a grade. Although that’s a bad thing you were actually quite happy he was in your class now.

You had always admired him from afar before because he is literally beautiful and handsome and just perfect in every way. All the girls loved him and he knew it because he always showed off when he got the chance.

“Hey look! its my future girlfriend!”

Speak of the devil…

“Morning Jungkook”

“Morning!”

Jungkook came in and sat his stuff down just like you did and also grabbed the homework. His desk was right next to yours so you and him had gotten decently close this past year. 

He always makes jokes about you dating him and how you should be together and you both laugh it off because you BOTH know its not gonna happen..Even if you wanted it to.

You had to admit you had developed a crush on this absolutely crazy fetus and it drove you crazy. Every day your feelings grew and you knew eventually you weren’t going to be able to hide it..and that thought terrified you because you knew that would be the end of yours and his relationship and that is the last thing you wanted.

“How was you morning Y/N?”

“Fine, although i woke up a little late so i didn’t get any breakfast so im starving”

“Thats not good! I cant have my future girlfriend starving on me!!!”

“Oh jeez Jungkook stop with the silly jokes already haha”

You both laughed and continued talking about random things until the teacher came in. Today was a half day of school because we had our homecoming dance tonight.

*To anyone who doesn’t know what that is, It is a high school dance that happens at the beginning of the year to welcome everyone back to the new year*

Everyone always got so pumped and excited for homecoming, Girls would spend tons of money on their hair and makeup and especially their dress. You on the other hand didn’t try very hard.

I mean sure it was really fun but it would be more fun if you had a date or friends to go with. To say simply you weren't the most social person you tend to keep to yourself.

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my best attempt at a masterlist of every chengsey moment in trk

  • ch. 6: henry calling gansey “richard-man” adj;fdkd
  • the slightly disturbing fact that henry told gansey his tailgate was open because he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that there was a little girl curled up in the cargo space of the camaro….. like buddy what if gans was kidnapping her. now youre an accomplice.
  • ch. 12: “henry cheng stood before him, all hair and smile, his eyes intense.” 
  • basically the mere fact that henry notices that gansey is having a panic attack/ptsd flashback and goes to help him in the middle of a crowd
  • “once, you got me coffee,” henry said. “when i was losing my mind. consider the favor returned.” 
  • one of the things that helps gansey come out of his attack is making eye contact with henry
  • henry saying “there he is” when gansey calms down
  • ch 17: “both henry and gansey were kings in their respective territories”
  • gansey thinking about litchfield house: “to dine in fairyland was to be forced to stay there forever or to pine for it once you left” literally what the fuck gansey
  • “yo, yo, dick gansey” im so embarrassed for henry
  • “[litchfield house] did not look remotely like a place that might host a party. it looked like a place old ladies might go to die and remain undiscovered until the neighbors noticed a strange smell. it was utterly at odds with what gansey knew of henry.” ok i lied, that’s barely chengsey but i love it anyway.
  • gansey reflecting that he understands henry (more than blue does)
  • gansey reminding blue that henry’s car is electric bc he wants her to like his boyfriend
  • henry is fine with blue being at the toga party even though no other casual acquaintances are invited, just bc gansey vouches for her
  • ch. 29: ok honestly………. the whole chapter
  • BUT for the sake of thoroughness… henry calling gansey “junior”
  • henry: “i tucked in the children [after you left] and read them stories but they kept asking after you” and gansey LAUGHS
  • gansey is cagey about explaining why they left and henry lets it pass
  • “dick three”
  • flirting via knowledge of what happened in 1751
  • GANSEY 👏 KNEW 👏 THAT 👏 HENRY 👏 WAS 👏 RIGHT 👏 BY 👏 THE 👏 ZING 👏 OF 👏 FEELING 👏 IN 👏 HIS 👏 HEART 👏
  • and yes this is bc henry knows he’s looking for a “test of mettle”
  • “that feeling of being known. not in a superficial way, but in something deeper and truer.” 
  • gansey: “what is my prize if i pass?” 👀
  • “the prize is your honor, mr. gansey.” doubly known. triply known.
  • gansey doesn’t know how to feel about being “so accurately pegged” 👀
  • “am i being kidnapped now?” oh, gansey. you shameless flirt (with bad timing)
  • “this is ganseylike too, yes?” which part? “secrets.”
  • gansey is “prepared to deploy” any combination of his fake, polite responses to heavy moments, but he understands that henry doesn’t need or want this from him, so he can just respond as his real, genuine self 
  • both deeply traumatized at the age of 10?? is that kind of symmetry romantic?? (no but im including it)
  • “do you trust me?” [gansey’s dramatic ass thinks about how he intuitively knows who to trust] “yes.”
  • THEY HOLD HANDS!!!!!!! for a second when henry scares him with robobee but still!!!!
  • ch. 30: “richardman” again
  • henry telling gansey to breathe while literally cupping gansey’s hands between his
  • “be afraid and happy” the quote that defined a generation
  • henry saying “there he is” when gansey starts breathing again 💖
  • more touching, then “easy, mr. gansey”
  • “robobee, find great hair”
  • henry matching gansey’s dramatic ass like “i think we have to decide if we trust each other or not… i think this is the moment in our young friendship”
  • “are you saying your secrets are to my secrets as an automobile is to a carbonated beverage?” henry !!!!!!
  • “magical artifacts, bro”
  • henry: “are you collapsing? are you fine? i thought we were conversing”
  • gansey reflecting that henry is the closest thing to a soul-twin he’s ever found
  • “Get. Your. Number.” HENRY ASDJFKD;F
  • gansey noticing “henry’s wickedly cut eyebrows”
  • this part made me lose my shit….. gansey thinks that, even after all of the actual magic he’s seen, henry cheng is just as magical as everything else he’s found on this journey god help me
  • “because i’m overfull on secrets and underfed on friends” henry :’(
  • again, gansey bein gay…… thinking “henry’s eyes were lively and ferocious”
  • ch. 37: “[henry] had no real way to explain how he felt about trying to befriend richard gansey…” his love for richard is too big for words guyz
  • “LONGING TO BECOME FRIENDS”
  • when henry’s being kidnapped by mr. gray (also fuck you sir, how dare  you hurt my son’s shoulder), he begs robobee to “tell someone who can make this stop,” and robobee alerts gansey, who calls mr. gray immediately !!!!
  • ch. 38: when he meets henry and mr. gray, gansey’s like, “this wasn’t the next step i wanted to take in our friendship”… ok gans tell us about the ‘next step’ you had been imagining then
  • when gansey confirms that they’re officially friends now: “now something else lit henry’s smile. it was genuine and pleased but also something more, and there were not quite words for it.” im gonna take a wild guess and say one word you might use would be ‘lust.’
  • ch. 49: gansey thinking of henry’s “be afraid and happy” advice when he needs strength to go after glendower…. im crying youre crying we’re all crying
  • ch. 51: robobee is basically a lovebee that tells henry when gansey needs him
  • henry using second person “thee” to refer to gansey 👀
  • henry lets gansey drive his car!!!
  • “i’ll watch for cops. go, go, go.” they’re like thelma and louise
  • henry lets gans drive his car along the steep side of a mountain with no guard rail! he must have been so scared but he let him do it!!!
  • gansey: “however do you drive?” henry: “i don’t. you do.” 
  • “HE HAD TO TRUST HENRY”
  • henry reacting to gansey’s driving… “yay. also, woo.”
  • ch. 53: henry making a b&e joke but definitely also a sex joke that gansey will probably be up thinking about at 3 am for every night the rest of his life: “let us enter, dick, as i’ve already broken”
  • JEONG!!!!!! “we are friends at once, we would instantly do what friends would do for each other. not just pals. friends. blood brothers. you just feel it. we instead of you and me. that’s jeong.”
  • henry suggests splitting up and doesn’t question gans turning off his flashlight, because he’s PERFECT for gansey (me? dramatic? its more likely than you think)
  • ch. 54: gansey doesn’t ask henry to come with him once they find the tunnel bc he remembers that henry’s biggest fear is a hole in the ground (am i crying?? yes.)
  • henry literally giving gansey the shirt off his back!!!! (the shirt he’ll die in ok…. is it weird that i find it romantic that gansey will die wearing henry’s sweater)
  • ch. 55: GANSEY THINKING OF HTE ONCOMING SWARM AS “SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL” BECAUSE OF HENRY’S ADVICE
  • henry literally trying to reenact the princess bride with gansey like what the fuck?? “we have such few old treasures left; it would be so careless to let them get destroyed.”
  • gansey: “please. please help me.” henry: “i thought you’d never ask.” wtf why do they do this to me
  • ch. 58: henry tells gansey to pull over after they’re leaving glendower, and says, “stop driving. i know you need to. you’ve needed to since we left. get. out.” so gansey can get out of the car and cry 💖
  • ch. 59: henry casually calling gansey “president” as they’re binding adam’s hands???
  • ch. 64: while gansey’s official last words before dying are “it’ll be okay. i’m ready. blue, kiss me,” his SECOND-TO-LAST words are “thanks for everything, henry. you’re a prince among men.” like hwat hte hell dude….. are you even aware that youre in love.. 
  • ch. 66: henry is the one who demands they find a way to bring gansey back!!!