but i really liked frozen okay

Shy Bunny

Pairings: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hybrid!AU Bunny!AU

Word Count: 2k +

A/N: Sorry this is really short I’m thinking of making a part two and make that one longer and add more to the storyline but like literally all my other ‘im making a p2′ I’m not really sure. THANK YOU!

Originally posted by jjks

“just for a little bit y/n! please!” you best friend begged as she squeezed your arm tightly.

Her legs had wrapped around your waist and her head was heavily weighed on your shoulder, trapping you on your own couch.

“I can’t afford a hybrid right now!” you argued as you struggled against her grip.

“you and both know that’s complete bullshit! You’re just being a bitch!” she yelled back at you.

Your best friend for 3 years has also been an active hybrid protector. Adoption centres weren’t rare. No at all, there were three just a block away.

However, some of these adoption centres weren’t exactly treating their hybrids…nicely.

People like your best friend adopt as many hybrids as possible in order to protect them from the horrors that occur in the centres. Whilst they hold the hybrids other people are currently trying to figure out how to shut them down.

This time however, your friend had taken in too many.

“y/n…I swear to god. Why don’t you want to help?” she asked in confusion.

You instantly felt like an asshole but you had reasons.

“I’m a loner amber, I don’t know how to deal with people let alone take care of them” you whined as she sighed deeply.

“y/n. can you please trust me this one time? I swear you won’t regret this decision” she stated as she stared into your soul.

Something in your head was telling you this was a bad idea but something else was telling you to do it.

Fuck it.

“fine”

Twiddling your thumbs nervously you heard soft murmurs outside of your front door.

you had been told the basics but there was still a lot you were unsure about.

“okay Jimin! Welcome to your new home!” she yelled excitedly as she kicked your door harshly causing you to jump away from it in shock.

You were about to scowled her for damaging your property when your eyes lay on the shrunken figure behind her.

While you were busy trying to get a better look at your new roommate you friend slammed a duffle bag into your stomach.

With a pained ‘oof’ you fell backward and landed on your ass. A whine escaped your lips leading your friend to laugh loudly at you.

Your hand instantly flew behind you to cradle your now bruised ass cheek. You watched as slowly two bunny ears popped up and the stranger was stretching himself up to his usual height to see all the commotion.

The boys’ hair was swept over his eyes and his blonde ears matching with his hair stood tall and curious. As soon as his eyes connected with yours he nervously ducked down again, his ears flopping to follow his body.

“Jim-“you friend started to say before noticing he was fully crouched behind her.

Quickly, you rose to your feet as amber pushed Jimin forward happily.

“Jimin, meet Y/n!” she chirped. Jimin’s face was as red as a tomato and the poor things hands were shaking.

You smiled as welcomingly as you could and watched as his eyes darted to the floor.

“it’s nice to meet you Jimin! Welcome to your new home” you stated as you held his bag of belongings.

“Alright guys have fun” she said sending you a thankful smile before exiting the house.

Giving your friend a wave goodbye you watched as the bunny hybrid shifted his weight nervously.

“okay Jimin! Welcome to my home” you chirped excitedly, causing his ears to perk up in excitement and curiosity.

As you moved forward, jimin slowly followed you; he was hesitant in his movements but still managed to shuffle his way after you.

“this is the kitchen, this is the lounge…mmmm the bathroom is that way and your room” you said quickly pointing out areas of your decent sized apartment.

“is just over here” you said as you opened his door revealing a double bed and a side table.

“I hope this is okay” you mumbled as you placed his bag next to his walk-in closet.

You looked up to see Jimin gaping in awe.

“t-this…this is f-f-for me?” he stuttered quietly as his cheeks returned to the pink colour that stained his cheeks previously.

“yep! Is this okay? If you need anything else just ask, okay?” you asked him as he continued to ogle at his new space.

“a-and…t-the b-bed? Just for m-me?” he stuttered again as he pulled his sleeves over his hands, clutching them tightly.

“well of course!” you chirped as he slowly approached it.

“so, I didn’t know what kind of food you liked so I figured I’d let you relax for a little bit before we go shopping for some, is that okay?” you asked as you scratched the back of your head.

He looked at you in shock as he nodded his head shyly, his ears changing from upright to floppy in an instant.

“i…I can’t leave w-without a collar” he stated as his eyes traveled to the ground.

“oh, yer! How could I forget! I got one for you before you arrived actually!” you said as you dug your hand around in your back pocket, trying to dig out the silky black collar you had picked out.

“here! Im sorry for not getting you one of those hard collars, they…were just so ugly” you said shivering at the thought of the rough material.

“its…soft” he whispered as he ran the material through his fingers.

“alright jimin! Get comfy, unpack and I’ll see you in a little bit okay!?” you asked before you walked out of his room, leaving him to get used to his new room.

Amber didn’t tell you much about him other than he was extremely shy and extremely cute…she wasn’t wrong with either of those.

If he was going to be living with you, you wanted to get to know him and make sure he was comfortable around you. But how did you do this without overstepping or scaring him?

After an hour or two, you decided now would be a prime time to go food shopping.

“hey jim-“you said as you walked into his room, the door still wide open.

Your heart melted at the sight bestowed before you.

He had snuggled his way underneath the blanket, his body wiggling in joy at the softness as his two bunny ears were shot straight to the ceiling.

You let out a giggle of delight as he fought with the blanket to try and escape.

“i-i-im sorry!” he squeaked as his ears flopped down and his cheeks burned a bright pink, even brighter than before.

“sorry? For what? It’s your room Jimin you can do whatever you want” you smiled happily at him. You didn’t think stomach butterflies were real until you felt them float around your stomach.

He looked at you astonished before nodding his head shyly.

“so, do you want to go get some food now?” you asked sweetly as he shifted his weight off his left foot to his right.

“o-okay” he spoke, trying to speak louder than usual but it came out as more of a struggled shout than normal projection.

You smiled endearingly before clapping your hands together.

“alright! Lets go!”

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“Do you like lasagne? Ooo what about some pizza? What kind of snacks do you eat?” you asked as you pushed the trolley through the aisle.

Jimin looked as if he had just entered heaven. His mouth hung open in shock as he scanned the shelves.

“i…I’m not picky” he confirmed as you started shoving things into your cart.

“why don’t you go to the confectionary section and pick out what you like, sometimes I might be gone a while so we can’t have you bored and snackish you said as you examined expiration dates.

“o-okay!” he said strongly before rushing off.

You chuckled a little before texting amber to tell her you were already very fond of Jimin.

He seemed to be trying to get more comfortable and confident around you. You really apricated it but you could see he was struggling with it and causing him stress was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Is t-this okay?”

You turned around to see Jimin hugging a bunch of packets to his body. You almost cried out in cuteness overload as he stared at you with wondrous eyes.

“I see you really like Oreos” you laughed as you spotted the five packets of Oreos tucked into his arm.

“i-m-m s-sorry! I g-g-got too much didn’t I?!” he whined as his ears slowly flopped down.

“Not at all! Here, chuck it in the cart and we’ll continue” you smiled at him.

He stood frozen for a little bit before nodding and placing the items in the cart carefully.

The rest of the trip he stayed close behind you, Giving small comments here and there. As you paid and left the centre you noticed he was getting less energetic.

“are you okay Jimin?” you asked worriedly as the two of you got in the car.

“oh..i…I’m just a little hungry” he said as his hands slowly placed themselves on his stomach.

“when’s the last time you ate?” you asked as you started reversing out of the parking space.

“…two days ago?”

You gasped. Two days?!?!

“sorry did…did you say two days?! As in not yesterday but the day before?” you questioned in utter shock as you tried hard to focus on the road ahead.

You heard him hum in embarrassment and confirmation making your heart melt.

“as soon as we get home I will make you some food! What would you like?! name anything!” you demanded worriedly.

How come he hasn’t eaten in two days? Did amber not feed him?

As soon as you busted through your front door with the multiple bags in your hands you ran towards the kitchen ready to cook up a feast.

“okay Jimin, were going to have to work together so we can get you some food as quickly as possible” you said with determination as you placed your hands on your hips.

He nodded along with you, his eyes hardening to match yours.

As you directed him to draws and shoved food in the fridge the both of you were running around the kitchen to try and get everything done efficiently.

As Jimin finished up the unpacking you boiled some pasta, started on some pancakes and started frying some chicken. You wanted to give the deprived boy a range of different food groups to fill him up properly.

“I finished” he chirped excitedly.

“great, take a seat the food will be done soon” you smiled.

You heard a bunch of shuffling behind you before he sighed in content at finally being able to relax.

“so jimin, how did you end up with Amber?” you asked as you continued your cooking.

“i..i er w-was given b-b-back” he stuttered nervously. You could literally hear him play with his sleeves.

“given back?” you asked hesitantly as you continued what you were doing.

“y-yer…my o-owner didn’t want me anymore…so she gave me back to the adoption centre, that’s where a-amber found me” he explained, breathing out shakily.

As you plated his food for him you felt a pang in your chest. Who the hell would give up this cute little bunny?

“I’m so sorry Jimin” you said turning around with the plates in your hand.

His eyes were glassy and his cheeks were red and puffed out.

You let out a sympathetic whine before setting the plates down and walking around the counter towards him.

Before you effulged him in a hug you placed your hand over his.

“well, you here now! And I know we just met but I’m very fond of you Jimin, were friends now which means no give backies okay!” you chirped causing him to look at you in shock.

A tear fell from his eyes before he nodded his head frantically.

You pulled him into you, enjoying how his soft ears tickled your face. Even though his face was in your boobs and you could feel the bunny panicking a big smile found its way onto your face.

In this moment, you knew your doubt was unneeded and the growing love you had for your bunny was exciting.

you were unsure of where this would go but instead of traveling the long road of life alone; you now had your shy bunny to accompany you.

Avengers Chatroom (feat. Tom Holland!Peter Parker)

Hey everyone!! Fifth post! Woohoo! I hope you guys enjoy :) don’t forget to send in requests and things to my inbox. I love you guys! Hollanders for the win - Xoxo K





- Tony has started a Chatroom -


- Y/N, Nat, Steve, Wanda, Thor, Clint have been added to the chat -


Tony: What’s up everybody?

Steve: Tony, pay attention to the meeting

Tony: It’s really boring.

Nat: Oh my god, Tony… If Fury catches you texting during this meeting…

Tony: I don’t care. I hate meetings. Besides, we need to figure out how to get Y/N and the Spiderling together.

Steve: Stop texting! Pay attention.

Tony: Oh please. Capsicle, you’re just paranoid.

Steve: Don’t call me that.


- Tony changed Steve’s name to Capsicle -


Tony: There, now I don’t have to.

Capsicle: TONY! Seriously?


- Peter has been added to the chat -


Peter: Hey everyone.

Nat: Oh boy… here we go.

Peter: What’s going on?

Tony: Not much. Just this stupid meeting. It’s really boring :/ Anyway… we wanted to talk to you about Y/N.

Peter: W-what? W-why?

Nat: Because… we know you like her.

Wanda: Yeah. She likes you too you know.

Peter: Wait? Really? Are you serious?

Thor: Yes, I have noticed your mutual attraction to each other. You are both quite oblivious. Almost to the point of idiocy.


- Thor has left the chat -


Nat: Why’d Thor ditch?

Tony: He’s still figuring out his phone.

Nat: Oh… right. Sometimes I forget he’s not from around here.

Capsicle: I’ve been frozen for 65 years and even I knew Y/N liked you, but we really need to get back to the meeting.

Tony: It’s so obvious. She’s got the hots for you, Spider-Boy.

Peter: I-It’s Spider-MAN.

Tony: Not until you grow a pair and tell her…

Capsicle: Tony, the meet-

Capsicle has been removed from the chat

Nat: Tony!

Tony: #Sorrynotsorry.

Nat: Ugh whatever. Anyway, Peter just tell her you like her.

Clint: Just don’t be creepy about it.

Peter: Uh. O-okay?

Tony: And don’t look like a total dork… cause you’re a total dork.

Nat: Tony, they’ve been friends for years, I think she’s already seen his dorky side.

Wanda: I actually believe it’s one of the reasons she finds him so charming.

Y/N: This is true.

Tony: Y/N?! When did you get on here?

Y/N: I’ve been here the whole time.

Tony: :O

Y/N: Bwahahahahaha >:)

Peter: Y-Y/N… uh, I want to ask you something.

Tony: Do it! Do it! Do it!

Peter: Would you like to… go out with me sometime? I really like you.

Y/N: ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU ASKED ME!

Y/N: My answer is yes, Peter.

Peter: G-great.

Y/N: How about tonight?

Peter: Sure.

Y/N: Pick me up at 8 ;)

Peter: A-alright. See you at 8 :)


- Peter has left the chat -

- Wanda has left the chat -

Tony: Thank god! I would have exploded if they took any longer.

Nat: I know right. They needed to get together.

Tony: But why did she put that winky face…?

Tony: Do you think there will be spider babies?

Clint: I don’t think they even know how to do that, Tony

Y/N: I wouldn’t act so sure

Tony: You’re STILL here?!

Y/N: >:)

Nat: Y/N, what do you mean by “I wouldn’t act so sure”?

Y/N: You’ll see… or will you?


- Y/N has left the chat -


Tony: …

Clint: …

Nat: She’s my favorite for a reason. She’s not afraid to hand your asses to you.

Tony: But you have to admit… she’s pretty weird.


- Chatroom has been closed -

9 Things Couples Do - Jim Kirk

Summary: People do funny, stupid, cute, and sad things when they’re in love.

Warnings: language, a bit fluffy

A/N: everyone, i love jim kirk. i hope this is as good as it was in my head and better than i actually think its mediocre ass turned out (i am sick, though, so who knows). it’s such a long fic, y’all.


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Jim assumed your favorite ice cream flavor was strawberry and you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. Especially not when he was looking at you in the way he was.

Impacted by the width and intensity of his smile, his eyes were narrowed and illuminated. He looked softer that way— less authoritative, less like the Captain Kirk the crew served under— he looked like the Jim you’d fallen for.

When the girl behind the counter looked at you with an eyebrow raised in question, you gave her a half-shrug you made sure was hidden from Jim. “Just one scoop, please.”

“One?” Jim asked, turning a little to look at you. He snorted and rolled the blue eyes that could have lit up the entire old-school San Francisco parlor. “Baby. And here I thought you had a gut of steel.”

“It’s not polite to comment on what metal you think makes-up the gut of your significant other.”

He snorted again, his fingertips shoving you with a force your weakened legs didn’t have the strength to withstand. He caught you before you could stumble a few inches to the right, immediately clasping his hand in yours. “Still tired from the…” he cleared his throat, “walk?”

The girl behind the counter giggled loud enough to force your teeth into your tongue, your cheeks and the tops of your ears burning instantly. You squeezed Jim’s hand so a wince left his lips and he snatched it back from yours. “I’m tired from the actual walk here. It’s uphill. And I do have a gut of steel— a roomy gut of steel, roomier than yours.”

Jim titled his head and took his gaze from yours to meet that of the girl busying herself with your strawberry ice cream and Jim’s chocolate with peanut butter swirled throughout. He smiled at her. “Did that sound like a challenge to you? Did you hear me being challenged by the person that is supposed to love me, to uplift me?”

“I do love you,” you mumbled before you looked at the girl and took the cone she offered you. “He’s dramatic— excuse him, please.”

You looked down at the already melting pink mess, then back up at Jim. You quirked a single eyebrow. “But let’s say I was challenging you— that I’m betting you my gut’s roomier than yours. What’s that entail?”

“Whoever finishes the most ice cream in twenty minutes.”

“That’s a long ass time, Jim. We just had dinner—”

Ten minutes. No cones, just cups and spoons— cones take too long to finish.”

“The usual stakes or do you wanna modify them?”

“The usual stakes,” he said with a single nod. He was smirking so openly and cockily. It bugged you.

“We’ll tip you generously,” you told the girl who was now staring at the two of you with eyes the size and shape of saucers. “You just have to keep up, okay? Two servings ahead of us each time just to be safe. No stopping even when I look like my brain has frozen itself into a coma.”

Jim clapped his hands together. “This is what you trained for!”

“I-I haven’t really trained,” she said. She sounded nervous— a wise girl to be nervous, you thought.

You and Jim looked at one another, shrugged, and beckoned her to begin scooping.

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Here Now

It’s stormy and I’m in the mood for some fluff. So here you go!

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Rainy days with Harry were your favorite. They meant both of you would be home and time would go by slowly, allowing for the both of you to relax. Whether they were spent in bed with a bunch of blankets and a cup of tea, or reading together in the living room, you enjoyed each other’s company.
But this one was different.

It was getting darker and darker outside, a storm very obviously brewing. Harry was still off at the studio, as he was spending more and more time there as his solo career took off, and wouldn’t be home for a few hours still. This wasn’t unusual – you’d become accustomed to evenings spent alone in your apartment. But, you weren’t fond of storms and you could feel your nerves growing.

Harry had been gone for a while, so you sent him a curious text – “When do you think you’ll be home today? Miss you.” It would be a while until you heard back.

The soft hits of raindrops began to pick up against your window and fell steadily. You decided to make some tea while you waited for Harry to text you back, hoping his answer to your question about his drive home would yield something along the lines of “Yes love, leaving the studio now. See you soon xx.”

Filling the kettle up and placing it on the stove, you could hear the wind picking up outside and a faint rumble of thunder. You tried to keep yourself from getting anxious, but as the rain grew louder and the thunder closer, that became less and less realistic.

A few minutes passed and you heard the whistle of the kettle. Hoping tea would help you calm down, you poured a rather large cup and brought it out to the living room with you. Out of habit, you also went to your bedroom to grab a blanket (or two), a phone charger, a book, one of Harry’s jumpers, and a flashlight. You prepped your couch with pillows and blankets, made sure the flashlight had batteries, turned the tv on in the background, and held your tea close.

Checking your phone again, you were disheartened to see that there had been no response from Harry. It was a busy season in his life, but you wanted him home more than anything.

A large crack of thunder and a downpour of rain made you jump at first, and then sink into your couch. Your heart was beating quickly and you could hardly move. Some would call it rather unreasonable for someone your age to be so scared of a storm, but you simply didn’t like them and didn’t have much more of a reason than that.

Trying to take your mind off of the storm outside, you pulled the jumper over your head, curled up in one of the blankets and began to read. You had barely made it through a single page when there was another sudden flash of light, clap of thunder, and this time, a sudden darkness.

You froze.

Your apartment wasn’t scary, but when the lights were off at this time of night, it felt … eerie. Turning the flashlight on, you made a makeshift lamp on the table by propping it up against a few books. It lit up the room but not nearly enough to make you feel at ease. You felt the tears you’d so desperately wanted to avoid start to well up in your eyes and knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy night.

The thunder and lighting didn’t let up, and you were scared. It was embarrassing, almost, to be this nervous, but Harry knew of your fear of storms. He tried so hard to help you understand that everyone had fears and that was okay, but you had a hard time expressing that. Swallowing your pride, you called him:

The phone rang once, twice, three times before he answered.

“Hullo? Love? Is everything okay?”

You felt small, and answered quietly, “Hi, yes, well … no. The power’s gone out and this apartment is so eerie without lights on.”

You heard him swear under his breath.

“How long have they been out, pet?” He asked, “do you need me to come home? I was thinking of leaving soon anyway.”

“It’s been a little bit,” you said slowly, “… i’d really like it if you were here. It’s not looking like it’ll let up anytime soon.”

“Okay,” he started, thinking, “Shouldn’t be a problem for me to leave now. I’ll be home soon okay? I love you.”
“I love you too. Thank you,” you said, silently willing the storm to calm down enough for him to get home safely.

***

About a half hour passed before you heard the turn of his key in the door. You were still frozen on the couch, surrounded by blankets and dimly illuminated by a flashlight.

He walked in and laughed, not in a way to poke fun, but an endearing way. It took him no time at all to take off his coat and come settle in next to you, taking you in his arms and holding you close. Your heart was still beating rapidly and he could tell you were on edge.

“Shhh,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m here now. No need to worry, love.” Harry held you in his arms for a while, time passing without notice as the storm roared on.

He was rocking you back and forth, humming as he did so. You were content, laying there in his arms, feeling safe. It allowed you to finally relax out of the tension you’d been holding onto since the storm started and eventually your eyes began to slip closed. The storm seemed less and less intimidating with him there, and you silently thanked the universe for giving you someone so understanding.

He was there, and that was all that you needed.

anonymous asked:

sTeReK 15?

Sterek, The Way You Said “I Love You”

#15 Loud, so everyone can hear

“Because I love you!” Stiles shouts, and then immediately sucks in a hard breath, eyes bulging wide in horror and disbelief. Did he really just…

Derek’s own eyes go wide as well, though the rest of his face remains carefully frozen. Scott looks like he swallowed a bug. So yep, Stiles really just. He did that. In front of basically everyone he knows.

“I mean.” He starts and stops. His dad’s got an unimpressed eyebrow raised in his direction. Cora looks like she’s fighting back mean laughter. This is not the direction any of them probably expected this newest argument between Stiles and Derek to go, but none of them seem exactly shocked by it. 

Except for Derek.

“Okay, so.” Stiles shakes it off and launches back in on the topic at hand. “Tabling that embarrassing outburst for the time being, I’m still right and Derek still shouldn’t be the one who plays bait for this asshole.”

“Why, because you just can’t bear to live without him?” Isaac smirks, rolling his eyes.

Stiles grits his teeth and digs his fingers into his thighs to keep from punching the douchebag. “Because the warlock is expecting it. We need the element of surprise on our side here, and Derek playing martyr yet again won’t give us that.”

The group easily falls back into battle planning mode then, and even if they don’t necessarily forget Stiles’ heated confession, they’ve got bigger fish to fry at the moment and they all know it. Derek included, who shakes his head minutely when Stiles starts talking, and then pipes up with an idea for a new plan as though nothing ever happened. 

Stiles is outwardly grateful for Derek’s composure, but internally bereft. He can feel a hollow point in the center of his chest appear and slowly grow.

Later, when the blood has been shed, and the bad guy has been slain, and Scott is offering up his Hallmark card platitudes to those who need it as they shuffle their way towards a shower and a bed. Later, when they’ve all somehow survived another life-or-death go around with another big bad and don’t have the energy to wonder if the next one will finally be their last one…

Later. Derek falls into step beside Stiles, and asks, without looking at him, “Did you mean it?”

Stiles rolls his shoulders and stuffs his hands firmly into his pockets. He lets his eyes obsess over the grooves in the battered blacktop they’re walking across to get to their respective vehicles. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Derek.”

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with me in the middle of a fight then.”

Stiles stops walking and turns on him, throwing his arms out into the air uselessly. “Fine! Shit. I’m sorry, alright? What do you want from me?”

Derek purses his lips thoughtfully for a moment. Then bites down on the tiniest of smiles and steps forward, into Stiles’ personal space. “I just wish I had been brave enough to say it first is all.”

Stiles blinks. Forgets how to breathe. Blinks again. “Wait. What?”

Derek shrugs one shoulder and pretends to study his shoes while unsubtly inching even closer. “I’m just saying. We should probably take turns with the romantic declarations, or I’ll never actually get the chance to tell you I love you too.”

Either Stiles passed out at some point or this is a very crass prank. 

But Derek takes his hand then and holds it like it’s sacred. Like it’s normal

“Holy shit, pinch me,” Stiles whispers.

Derek winks, and looks like a complete dork while he does it. “Maybe later.”

Stiles has never been more in love with him.

Some Days

Request: @a-spectre-to-behold :  So I stan you now and if you could please write an imagine with Sirius pining for the reader I would be forever blessed


A/N: Lmao so this got real angsty real fast I’m so sorry pls don’t kill me.


Pairing: Sirius Black x reader


Warnings: Angst. Swearing


Word Count: 906

Sirius Black was utterly, completely and irrevocably in love with Y/N Y/LN. And it was getting harder to hide it.

Some days Sirius Black would be sure that he’d get over her. But then she’d walk past him in the corridor on her way to class. She’d smile at him; that big beautiful smile that left Sirius breathless. Made his heart pound and his legs weak. And then, he’d backtrack all the way to the starting line.

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anonymous asked:

Leak your recipes pls I live on my own and I'm pretty sure I'm dying of malnutrition because I survive on coffee and cliff bars

AHHH THAT’S NOT GOOD! 

OKAY I AM…OBSESSED WITH COOKING IT’S LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS EVER SO TIME TO RAMBLE LOL 

It’s funny that you say that because I’m actually in the process of compiling all of my recipes and pictures and uploading them to a blog on like blogspot or whatever. 

Not just recipes but tips on how to shop smart and budget-friendly. Ever since I had a kid I budget my food spending like crazy but we still need to eat well. I spend less than $100/week at the grocery store for 3 people, 3 meals a day plus the other household necessities. 

Almost everything I made is from scratch with fresh ingredients. It takes a bit more time to prepare but it’s so worth it and it tastes SO MUCH BETTER. 

BUT–I also have a shit ton of recipes for like…crock pots that use 3-4 ingredients and can feed you for 3 days. So if you’re busy a lot and have like…no money, these are AMAZING and TASTY. Just throw the stuff in the pot before going to school or work and you come home and eat. 

Just a few random recipes and pictures of what I have made recently are 

Tonkatsu with homemade Tonkatsu sauce (freshly ground roasted white sesame seeds added) and Gyoza

Pho (this is all from scratch, DELICIOUS. I MADE IT LIKE 3 DAYS IN A ROW BECAUSE IM OBSESSED) ((I had a way better pic but I cant find it boo)) 

Tofu and Wakame Miso Soup (I make this from scratch every morning for breakfast. It’s INSANELY HEALTHY for you. And it takes less than 30 minutes as long as you make your Dashi stock in bulk on like Sunday and use that–the stock lasts for a week in the fridge) 

R A M E N with Braised Pork Belly (okay this recipe is NOT EASY. It took me 19 hours to make. But it is my husbands favorite dish of all time that I make so I do it on special occasions or when I feel like not sleeping and watching the stove all damn night and day haha) 

Thai Meatballs in cabbage boats with Sriracha Mayo 

Mongolian Beef (bruhhh love this one) 

Roasted Lemon Chicken Thighs with Asparagus and Baby Red Potatoes

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I also cook some….not so healthy but damn delicious food too such as

Copycat In-N-Out Burgers (the sauce is DIIVINE also sorry for the messy plate lol and if you don’t know what In-N-Out is…its sooo good im sorry you’ve never had it but now you can)

PIZZAAAA (okay but for real fuck Dominos and everything, it’s sooo expensive, and frozen pizzas tend to taste like garbage. With a homemade sauce and dough ((SHIT YOU CAN EVEN MAKE YOUR OWN MOZZARELLA USING JUST A GALLON OF MILK)) you can have delicious customized pizza for wayyy less money. Add whatever toppings you want! 

Mini Pineapple Upside Down Cupcakes! (I actually had Buzzfeed really like this recipe and post of mine online! These are seriously moist as HECK and you’ll probably eat them all in one sitting I swear) 

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ANYWAY I LOVE TO COOK. I have soooo many more recipes than this. My husband pressures me like every day to open up a food truck or something lmao, but nah. I just like to cook for the people I love in my own home. 

If you guys are interested in good food recipes and ways to save a ton of money in the grocery store then I can post a link for my food blog once I have it up and running!!!! 

I’m really passionate about young people and really everyone in general finding ways to cook more. It’s taken me years to gain all of the knowledge I have on shopping smart and knowing how to spend what little money I have the RIGHT way so I’m not wasting food and eating garbage. I would love to share it with as many people as I can.  

Sketchy 👀📝

Summary: Steve’s been crushing on you for a while but is forcing down his feelings….Well all that  tension has to go somewhere… and it manifests in his sketchbook.

Warnings:Language, not much else I think, it’s long lol I got carried away

Note: This is my first ever fic, feedback is appreciated! Even if its just ‘It was too fast paced’. Thanks for reading!


Steve Rogers had a problem. For some reason he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you. It’s like his eyeballs had decided to separate from the rest of his body and follow you. Constantly.

This problem had started about a year and a half ago when you had come to the compound and started working with the reconstructed Avengers. You were a former SHEILD agent, hand to hand combat and espionage were your strong suits. You were also friendly and smart.

Steve knew he was in trouble when his first thoughts on meeting you were about how pretty you were. So he maintained his distance from you, keeping cordial and almost cool relationship. But keeping his distance didn’t stop his mind from wandering. Or his eyes.

“Wow,I really ain’t shit to you”

Steve’s head whipped around to meet Bucky’s grin.

“Huh, sorry?” Steve mumbles. Bucky laughs. “I was tryin’ to ask ya if you wanted some eggs,but your mind seems to have wandered.” Bucky leans against the kitchen counter top, they had just completed their morning run, and had showered before heading into the kitchen to grab breakfast. Where Steve found you already sitting on a stool at the end of the counter, talking to Natasha and a visiting Clint. You were wearing that skirt, the pleated white  one that was short enough to make him sweat a little every time he saw you in it.

“Oh, I’ll have some, sorry ‘bout that” Steve says.

“Oh no, it’s fine, after all your mind seems to have wandered to more… pleasing things.”  he jerks his head in the direction of your figure. If it was possible, Bucky’s grin gets wider. “Damn now those are some legs.” He gives a low whistle. Steve feels his face heat up and he whips his head around to make sure you didn’t hear. But you were too far away and too involved in your conversation. Bucky’s recovery is still ongoing, but in the past couple of years he slowly but surely made marked progress. Enough progress that he began to socialize and started giving Steve a hard time again. Steve’s glad that he is feeling better, but man if he wasn’t a pain in the ass sometimes.

“Don’t you have some fuckin’ eggs to make?” Steve hisses lowly throwing Bucky a glare, who in turn just laughs and grabs a saucepan from the counter.

“You’re not as slick as you think Stevie,”


Steve’s brow furrows as he tries to apply the right amount of pressure to get the shading right. Now more so than ever Steve finds himself turning to drawing as a way to relax. He had opened some windows in the kitchen and sat at one of the stools at the counter with some coffee and a snack. He finds he goes through phases,  a section of his sketchbook was filled with sketches of birds, followed by drawings of only buildings, and then depressingly desolate landscapes. But now he’s going through a different phase. One that has him checking over his shoulder every time he sketches out in the open. Recently it seems like his infatuation with you bubbled over into his drawings. He smudges the shadows that fill out the curve of your smile. The page he’s working on is filled with sketches of your face in different expressions. The one before that was of your face at different angles. 

He supposed it would be easier to forget you if you weren’t so sweet. And patient. And funny. Steve had had several moments where he almost laughed at a joke you had made when he wasn’t even in the conversation. And even though he tried to give you the brush off you always were friendly when interacting with him…and those legs…He found himself flipping the page and before he even knew what he was doing, the outline of you  sitting on a stool, legs crossed, was on the page. Then your figure in that tight dress you wore to the last party Tony threw joins it. His neck heats up. A sketch of your ass from that one time you wore tiny cutoff shorts soon follows. Damn he still thinks about those shorts sometimes. His whole body heats up. He feels like a creep, drawing you, but he can’t help himself….and admitting that makes him feel creepier. He rubs his hands over his face and groans.

“Rough day?” Your voice makes him jump, but when he catches sight of you he almost falls off the stool. You’re wearing a red bikini and water is trickling down your body. You seem hell-bent on giving him a heart attack.

“Something like that,” He says stiffly, flipping pages back in his sketchbook when you turn to get something from the fridge. His eyes trace your form, and he bites his lip to keep from groaning out loud. ‘How is it even possible?’ Steve thinks to himself ‘to have a body that looks that good?’ You bend over slightly to get something and Steve feels himself start to sweat. ‘I gotta get outta here.’

“Well,its an amazing day outside.” You stand up straight and turn towards him, Holding two water bottles and a Popsicle “I’m gonna spend the day by the rooftop pool, swimming and trying to finish my book…if you want to join?” Your voice tips up hopefully at the end. It takes a moment for Steve to realize you asked him something because he’s too busy watching the path of water droplets down your body while trying to not look like he’s watching water drip down your body. His mind scrambles and goes then blank.

“No thank you,” he finally musters and it comes out harsher than he intended. And Steve’s too busy getting the hell out of the kitchen to see your hurt expression. Or realize that he left behind his sketchbook.


Steve makes a bee-line to where he knows Bucky will be. He finds the brunette sitting in his usual spot, this time joined by Sam, and playing checkers. This makes Steve crack a smile. The two are constantly giving each other shit, but they’ll never admit that they’ve become pretty good friends.

Steve screeches to a halt in front of the window seat.

“Ya got the devil chasing ya or somethin’, Steve?” Bucky looks up and smiles at Steve.

“No something much worse.” Steve sighs and plops down on the floor in front of them. The men exchange an amused  glance.

“What, Y/N caught you drilling holes into her head?” Sam says. Steve’s head whips up.

“Excuse me?”

Sam and Bucky burst out laughing.

“Man you think you’re subtle?” Sam snickers. Bucky moves his checker and snorts. “Like I said, ya ain’t slick, Stevie.”

“I-I uh,” Steve stutters, flushing.

“I’m pretty sure even Fury’s noticed by now” Sam says moving his checker and Bucky chokes, coughing out a laugh.

“Just make a move already.” Bucky says.”Ya obviously like ‘er and the distant act ain’t fooling nobody, what with the way you watch her.”

“Amen.” Sam says, and raises an eyebrow. “And lets be real, a girl that smart and that fine won’t stay single for long.” Bucky nods.

Steve groans, running his hands through his hair. “Shuddap, don’t you guys have a game to play?”

Bucky and Sam share another smirk, but keep quiet, focusing back in on their checker game. Steve sits back and watches them play, listening to them making small talk. But his mind keeps on wandering back your body in that bikini…. he wanted to be able to call you his ….what he wouldn’t give to just hold you…. …you always looked so soft….

He doesn’t know how much later, but he knows he must have zoned out for a little bit because Sam is snapping his fingers in from of his face get his attention and the checker game is put away.

“Hey you want to order a pizza and watch a movie?”

“Yeah sounds good.” Steve smiles and stands, stretching, his joints making popping sounds. The three men make their way down the hallway and are entering the living room when Steve hears a voice calling his name.

It’s you. And you’re holding his sketchbook.

Steve’s stomach bottoms out. ‘Can Captain America enroll in witness protection program?’

“Hey, mind if I talk to you for a bit?” You say, jerking your head towards the hallway, and Steve nods glumly. His heart is pounding painfully and he squares himself for the inevitable rejection and disgust. He follows you into the hallway. Scratching the back of his neck.

“Listen I-” he starts, but you interrupt.

“You know you’re a really good artist. The birds almost looked they were gonna fly off the page.” You hold up his sketchbook “I’m really sorry about being nosy, but you left it open….and your art is amazing.” You sheepishly look down.

Steve’s eyes widen. Maybe you hadn’t flipped far enough to see the drawings of yourself? Relief soaks down his body.

“Uh thanks,” he says, taking the sketchbook and moving to get away.

“Wait, can I ask you something?” You say and he nods, freezing.

“Do you draw from memory or use models?” you ask curiously.

“Uh, usually I like having whatever I’m drawing in front of me for the beginning of the sketch, it helps with accuracy.” Steve mumbles.

“Oh, okay” you say, and step closer and closer until Steve can feel the warmth of your body heat. Steve swears he stops breathing. “You know,” you start, your face a hairsbreadth away from his. “You really are an amazing artist. But if it helps with accuracy you should let me know the next time you’re going to draw my ass. I’d love to model for you.” with that You smirk and turn, heading back down the hallway. Steve stays frozen for a few more seconds staring  at your retreating figure before glancing back to the living room where Sam and Bucky are arguing over movie choices and then back at the hallway.

There’s no question.

“Hey! Y/N wait up a second!”

After Ice

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

A/N: I was really bitter that everyone just left Cheryl to go to the jubilee while she was still shaking from a suicide attempt, I also just want her to have someone to love and protect her because she deserves it u kno? 

Summary: Maybe everyone else left for the jubilee but that hasn’t ever been Y/N’s thing. Nothing is more important than Cheryl when it comes to her. 

Word Count: 2,890

Warnings: Mentions of a suicide attempt, Cheryl finally getting the love she deserves. 

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anonymous asked:

Let's say that coran uncovered his old altean spying equipment. What if s/o was accidentally bugged and the paladins overhear s/o's feelings for them. You can choose which one you want to do if it's too vague for headcanons

I made it a scenario to headcanon thing

Part Two

You really had found a deep interest in the spy equipment laid out in front of you, Coran was explaining to you how everything worked and you couldn’t help but be amazed. “This stuff is so cool Coran, thanks for showing it to me” You said with a small smile, standing up to leave. “Sadly, I have to leave. Allura wanted to talk to me about something, see you” You said, walking out of the room.

The princess was strangely happy when you arrived, it was odd. She had tugged you over to the chairs and stared at you intently. You raised an eyebrow before speaking, “was there something you wanted to ask me?” You asked, making Allura smile wider.

“A little birdie told me you have a crush, and I’d like to know who, for professional reasons of course” She chimed, and innocent look on her face. Damn those mice.

Coran had gathered the paladins to explain the spy equipment, they would have to use it for their next mission. He was explaining the hidden microphone to them, showing them the small microphone and the box that picked up what was said by the microphone. He fiddled with the speaker a bit before voices came through.

Coran looked at it weird, “hm I don’t remember putting a microphone somewhere” He said questionably. As the voices cleared up.

“A little birdie told me you have a crush, and I’d like to know who, for professional reasons of course” They heard, and they knew who it was.

“That’s the princess” Coran said, his face showed realization, “Y/n must have accidentally gotten a microphone stuck to her when I was showing her the equipment earlier” Coran mumbled.

“Oh c'mon princess, why does it matter who I like?” Your voice resonated through the speaker, gathering everyone’s attention.

“Professional reasons Y/n” Allura responded, earning a sigh from you.

“Okay, I think we should stop listening now, it’s their private conversation” Shiro interrupted, making Lance groan.

“But Shiro, she likes one of us and I wanna know who!” He spoke, crossing his arms. Shiro was about to reply when a name rang through the speaker, it was too late, they knew who you liked.

Shiro

“I like Shiro” was your simple answer.

~ Shiro was shocked. He hadn’t expected to hear his name. His heart fluttered, he had had a crush on you for a while now. After sparring with you and sharing a bite afterward he couldn’t help but fall for you. You laugh, smile, eyes, and your compassion. He smiled a little and knew what he had to do. He’d confess you you later during one of your sparring sessions, he’d finally tell you how he felt.

Lance

“Lance, I have a crush on him”

~ Lance was frozen in place when he heard his name. A smile grew on his face, you liked him, you liked him! His dream had come true. You felt like home to Lance, whenever he was around you he always felt like he belonged there, he felt safe around you and that’s what sparked his feelings. You had listened to him talk about home when he felt homesick, and your smile always cheered him up. He had planned to confess to you after dinner, this time without the fear of rejection.

Hunk

“I really like Hunk, okay?”

~ Hunk felt like fainting when you said his name. His stomach felt like there were butterflies in it, and his head felt light. But a smile still grew on his face, you returned his feelings and he couldn’t be happier. You always helped him bake and tried all of the things he cooked, and gave back constructive criticism. He knew how he’d confess to you. He’d bake you one of your favorite recipes, and try to confess, the last time he had tried he ended up rambling about cookies.

Keith

“Okay fine! I like Keith, are you happy?”

~ Keith had no idea how to feel about it. He had never thought much about his feelings toward you, though talking to you made him feel different than when he talked with Allura or Pidge. You helped him practice, and stopped him when he had gone at it for too long. You let him rant whenever he got angry, he trusted you to keep it between the two of you. You were someone Keith could turn to whenever he needed something. Keith didn’t know how he’d do it, but he’d confess his feelings to you.

Pidge

“Pidge, I like her, a lot”

~ Pidge couldn’t help but smile, her feelings were returned. Her feelings were mutual and she was overjoyed at that thought. You sat with her when she worked on stuff, handing her things she needed and just listening to her when she rambled about something. You comforted her when she was upset about not being about to find her brother and dad, and you made sure she slept and ate. Pidge would tell you her feelings as soon as she saw you.

On Promnis

Promnis has to be, objectively speaking, one of the cutest ships in the FFXV world because both men are total opposite of each other and that plus their attitudes plus context gives me reasons to believe that (mostly at first) the relationship develops VERY shyly and a bit awkward too, and ends up with them asking permission for everything.

Okay, hear me out for a sec:

Ignis is very serious, the most royal human out there, so focused, was gifted child, he’s kinda uptight and formal, and behaves as if twice his age at times, while at times enjoying to deliver jokes and being a little goofy at times. 

Prompto, on the other side, is very bouncy, the joke guy of the party, gets distracted, hops from place to place, and enjoys of games and stuff, while at the same time hiding moments of sadness and loneliness, and he, unlike Ignis, is “plebe”; not only is Ignis part of the royal world, he also demonstrates that with every fiber of his nature even just by standing there.

So it’s very noticeable. For both.

Like sure, Noctis is PRINCE but despite how mature he really is, he behaves much more like his age than Ignis ever does. So despite Ignis being an inferior type of royalty, his attitude makes Prompto feel like he’s the maximum nobleman, like a king.

Those differences that become so obvious leads to both realizing:

Ignis sees in Prompto a man that gives all that he’s got to belong somewhere he clearly doesn’t; he sees a young man that’s too messy (in Ignis opinion) and gets distracted too easily, a young man that, even when only 2 years younger, Ignis feels like he should be protecting and supporting, and he’s so struck in the head at times because, wow, he doesn’t mind I’m always busy and that I’m so cold with him, he’s so sweet, how do I- I need to treat him rightly, he’s suffering and doesn’t admit it, doesn’t want to bother anyone, geez, what have I done, here in my hands I have a lovely boy that needs my protection and care. He sees in Prompto a scared man defying his fears, and Ignis needs to help him through them, and a boy with no experience; hence, be VERY soft with him.

Prompto sees in Ignis a man that would seem so far of his reach but he’s actually with him as a romantic partner, so it’s like, wow, holy geez, the most royal dude of Lucis said yes to me, what do I do. 
Prompto sees in Ignis everything he thinks he’s not: a nobleman, with wood for a king, tall, strong, incredibly smart, gorgeous, mature, responsible.
He sees in Ignis the most important person of Eos, because Ignis is basically the reason Noctis is alive: he cooks and cleans and puts every paper in order and like wow, he’s so important and nobody ever thanks him for all he does, geez, I have the most important man of Lucis in my hands, I need to become stronger and stronger so I can protect him and not be an obstace to him. He sees in Ignis a man that’s defying all the obstacles and pain in the world, so Prompto needs to help him through them, and a man he fears to disappoint: hence, be VERY soft with him.

So it’s how both see a very big, huge, appreciated treasure in each other whih gives them the sensation of having a VERY big responsability in their hands; except they don’t say it aloud to each other.

And it’s that sensation of responsability what leads them to have a beginning (which may  last MONTHS or maybe even a few years) of having the need to ask permission for EVERYTHING.

  • Uhm…you know, Iggy, we’ve been….we’ve been dating for a while now, and I…you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, buddy, but I was thinking…maybe it’s okay if I hold your hand? Maybe you don’t wanna because you seem to enjoy of your space, but ahaha, you know, I thought…oh…okay…thanks. I uh…thanks. :)
  • It’s been a month since we started our relationship, Prompto…and even though it may seem rushed, I do would dare to ask if it is okay… *clears throat* May I have the honor of calling you by “Prom” or another form of your name? Your full name is precious, but I think it would be…gratifying. 
  • Hey Iggy…I was wondering, maybe it’s fine with you if I send you a good morning text at times? You don’t…you don’t have to answer, I just wanted to know if it’s okay with you, if I?m not a bother or anything?
  • Prompto…I was wondering…I know it may seem a bit strange, but, do you think I could stroke your hair? It would just be as a playful gesture of affection, your hair is fine, I do not wish to…*clears throat* Thanks.
  • Iggy, I know I may be rushing things a bit, but…do you think it’s okay if I…do you think it’s okay if I hug you at times? That is, if I’m not distracting you or anything, I uh,…
  • Prompto…it’s been almost a year, and I…I have this feeling inside, a need of sorts, if you please But I wanted to ask you first…do you think…I could go a bit further in our relationship, and perhaps you’d et me call you ‘Sweetheart’? If you do not like that, however, I can think of something else. Darling, maybe? Or would you rather choose yourself? You don’t have to agree, nonetheless. If you please, I can keep calling you by your name.
  • Hey Iggy, I know this may seem a bit rushed, but…would you…would you…I think maybe you’d like- here’s my Netflix password. You can…I mean, I know you don’t hav emuch free time, but…have it.
  • Prompto? Hello, my dear. I was calling…I had an impulse. I apologize. And I hope you don’t think it’s too much, but…I bought a flower for you. Is it okay if I go pick you up at school and give it to you?
  • Hey, Iggy? I was calling because…well, I’m at arcade with Noct, and I just got tickets enough to change them for a cooking book, but…I was not sure if you’d like it- I mean, I only wanted to make sure that it’s not…too creepy if I gift it to you. Is-is that fine with you?
  • And my absolute fucking fave:
  • It’s been like 6 months, 6 MONTHS
  • They’re walking hand in hand together, and Ignis stops Prompto and turns to face him and he holds both of his hands and looks down at him
  • “Prompto…we’ve been together for a while now and I… *clears throat* I was wondering…you don’t have to if you don’t want, but…I was thinking…maybe taking the next step in our relationship…”
  • Prompto’s currently about to have a heart attack.
  • “…Do you think…if it’s okay…Prompto, would you…allow me to give you a kiss?”
  • Prompto’s brain died.
  • He’s thinking a million things and at the same time none.
  • He really really really doesn’t want to disappoint Ignis
  • I’ve kissed very few people in my life I can count them with my fingers, how many has HE kissed omg probably not many either but he’s anyway 2 years in advantage to me, plus he’s gorgeous and I was a fat kid, ofc he has experiencewhatdoidoi’mgoingtodie
  • Except he really really really wants to kiss Ignis, so he’s all red but eventually nods.
  • Ignis is still holding his hands, and gently massages with his thumbs
  • “Thank you. I…here I go. Okay?”
  • Prompto nods again and he shuts the eyes closed very tightly and he raises the chin.
  • He’s still burning red.
  • Ignis takes some moments.
  • Prompto, still scared to disappoint, just stands there all tense and frozen and offering his mouth to the other man.
  • He feels Ignis’ face a few inches from his face.
  • Ignis, very softly as if though at the slightest pressure Prompto’s face is going to shatter like glass, kisses him.
  • On the cheek.
  • Prompto didn’t expect that, so he stays frozen but now untense, eyes open and Ignis’ lips on his face.
  • Ignis break away as softly as he reached for the kiss, and Prompto can still feel every single milimeter of Ignis’ lips on his face from how soft, delicate and lasting the kiss was.
  • Prompto looks at him in total surprise and some confusion.
  • Ignis blushes and stares at him with some unusual shyness
  • “…was it okay?”
  • That’s it, that ends up melting Prompto’s heart; he’s totally in love and marrying the man some day, hes just SUCH A KIND GENTLEMAN
  • Prompto will just smile and burn redder in the face and he’s going to nod.
  • “It was perfect.”
  • Ignis will smile and feel so proud because PROMPTO LOOKS SO HAPPY AND FLATTERED I’M MAKING HIM HAPPY, HE DESERVES JUST THAT DEARASTRALS
  • They will eventually leave, hand in hand.

AGH

ALL THE PROMNIS FEELS

I LOVE THESE TWO

It's Okay

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Description: You were all in the Neibolt house, trying to defeat Pennywise, but things quickly got out of control, leading to an unexpected turn of events.

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Hella Sad

Word Count: 1,542

A/N: So, I got inspired by these two songs [song one] [song two] (I recommend you listen to them while reading) and I was thinking of something like this happening and it literally made me cry, so then of course I had to write it and make you all cry with me. FYI, I did cry while writing this too, so you’ve been warned.

Originally posted by edsgazebos

It all happened so fast, nobody really had time to process what was happening, they just stood there, frozen in complete and utter shock, their mouths agape.

“It’s okay.”


Two Hours Earlier

“Guys we h-have to d-do this.” Bill spoke, looking at his group of friends with a determined expression on his face.

“Bill there is no fucking way I’m going back to that crack house.” Richie interjected, his brows furrowed as he looked at his friend.

“I have to agree with Richie on this one this one, that place gives me the creeps.” Stan shivered at the thought of the Neibolt house, his curly hair bouncing on his head from his movements.

“Going into that house is easier than my own.” Bill spoke again, making everyone’s eyes widen.

“Wow. He didn’t stutter once.” Richie spoke quietly, watching as Bill exited the room, Mike and Ben following after him.

Everyone sat in silence for a moment, replaying Bill’s words in their heads before you decided to break the silence.

“Hypothetically speaking, say we did go back, say we find Pennywise and try to kill him, how do we know he’ll actually die? Or say we do kill him, what happens next?"  You spoke aloud, lifting your head up to look at the remainder of the group.

Eddie, Richie, Beverly, and Stan all looked at one another, before Beverly decided to speak up.

"Y/N does have a point, what if we do kill him? Will we finally be free of this shit?” Beverly looked at the group, her eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

“What if we aren’t able to though? What then? We all fucking die!” Eddie shouted, his eyes wide with a horrid expression.

“I guess the only way to find out is if we go.” Richie muttered, letting out a deep sigh as he stood up, going to find the others.

Beverly and Eddie followed after Richie, leaving you and Stan, who had an unsettled look on his face.

“What if something happens Y/N? What if- What if we lose someone else?” Stan spoke nervously, his eyes full of worry.

You gave a small reassuring smile, your hand finding its way into his curly hair, something Stan secretly loved.

“Stan, you can’t think like that okay? It will only make you more anxious.” You spoke calmly, looking into his eyes.

“Then what do I think about?” Stan whispered, his eyes still pouring into yours as you felt your cheeks heat up slightly.

“Think about.. Think about me.” You gave a tiny smile, making his eyes brighten slightly.

“I’ll be right by your side the entire time curly.” You winked, making him smile and shake his head, he loved when you called him that.

He loved being with you in general.

Which isn’t surprising since you and Stan instantly clicked with each other since the day you both had met. You were new, you had met Beverly at school in one of the classes you two shared. That was also the day Bill had invited Beverly to come to the Quarry with the boys, so she decided to bring you along, knowing they wouldn’t mind. You felt nervous meeting them, but Beverly said they were sweet people, that should of been the first clue, the second you laid eyes on the curly haired boy, whose name was Stan and he laid eyes on you, you knew you were in deep trouble, and he knew he was in deep trouble too.

“Stan you’re staring.”

“-Shit. What? No I wasn’t.”

“Dipshit you clearly were staring, but I don’t blame you, Y/N’s smokin’ hot.”

“Fuck off Richie.”

And since that day you too had the same issue, you were slowly falling for the curly haired boy. Beverly instantly noticed how different you acted around Stan, and it didn’t take long for her to figure out why.

“So you and Stan huh?”

“What are you talking about Bev?”

“It’s pretty obvious you like him Y/N.”

“And it’s pretty obvious that the moon is made out of cheese. I can make stuff up too y'know Bev.”

“I hate you so much sometimes, y'know that?”

“Love you too.”

The entire Loser’s Club knew from that day you and Stan liked each other, but apparently it was oblivious to the both of you, which made everyone extremely annoyed.

They always tried to tell you both how you each felt, but you’d always brush it off, not believing it was true.

You should of listened.


“Alright, th-this is the m-moment, we h-have to stick to-together, okay?” Bill looked at his friends, a surge of confidence flowing through him.

“Lets do this.” Beverly nodded, a determined look on her face.

“Lets kill this fucking clown.” Richie growled out, as everyone nodded in agreement, following Bill inside the house.

It was quiet, you could hear everyone’s footsteps against the wood flooring, thus putting everyone on edge, it was too quiet, which was never a good thing.

“I followed h-him once, h-he lives in th-the well.” Bill whispered, leading them throughout the house to where he knew the well was secretly hidden away.

You all followed after him into another room, watching as Bill motioned to the door on the other side.

“It’s d-down that h-hallway, out t-that door.” Bill explained, starting to walk towards it when a loud noise erupted throughout the entire house, making everyone freeze.

Nobody moved, which was the first mistake everyone made, they should of moved.

Sure enough, emerging from the ground was Pennywise, his malicious smile on his face as he stared everyone down, drool leaving his mouth.

Beverly suddenly got a surge of confidence, grabbing a metal rod, jabbing it through his skull, but of course that didn’t kill him.

It only made him laugh louder, crazier, scarier.

Pennywise turned to face everyone, making everyone’s eyes widen, screams escaping everyone’s mouths as he started walking towards Eddie, Richie, and Bill.

But of course, that didn’t stop him from swinging his head and slicing open Ben’s stomach, making him fall back into the wall, clutching his now bleeding wound.

Everyone was screaming, it was chaotic, everything that Pennywise loved, everything he craved.

He inched closer, his sharp dagger like claws forming out of his fingers, his evil smile growing on his face.

Beverly was standing against the wall in the corner, her hands over her mouth as she stood frozen in fear, while Ben was still laying on the ground, blood seeping out onto the wood flooring beneath him. Richie and Bill were kneeling on the ground to help Eddie, whose arm was broken, while you stood next to Stan who was petrified.

He knew that this was a bad idea, that none of them should have come back to the house.

You should of listened.

You all watched in horror as Pennywise made his way closer, stalking towards Eddie, Richie and Bill who kept glancing back, screams and shouts leaving their mouths.

You saw the sharp claws start to reach out towards them, but suddenly stop, and turn towards you and Stan, making your heart beat faster and Stan’s face pale.

You saw Pennywise grin evilly, and next thing you knew he was rushing towards the both of you. You glanced over at Stan who was frozen in fear, his eyes shut tightly, ready to accept his fate.

But that fate never came.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to see you standing in front of him, Pennywise’s dagger claws jammed right into your stomach.

Things then moved as if life was in slow motion.

You felt the air get knocked out of your lungs, as if he was taking your soul right out of your body, as your arms were out beside you to protect Stan.

You looked down at his claws in your stomach, blood starting to stain your shirt a dark red, before he harshly ripped his nails out, disappearing down the hall once more.

You stood there, mouth agape as you glanced down once more at your stomach, your eyes widening in shock.

You lifted your head back up, seeing everyone staring at you in horror, before rushing over to you as you fell to the ground.

Stan caught you before you fell against the floor, his arms wrapped around your figure as his eyes started to water.

“Y/N. Y/N what did you do? What did you do!” He screamed out, tears falling down his cheeks as he stared down at you in his arms.

“I-I did.. I did what I-I had to d-do..” You stammered, your breath hitching in your throat as you spoke, the taste of iron in your mouth.

“This wasn’t the plan.. You’re not supposed to leave me. You can’t leave me.” He choked out, his own tears falling down onto your face as you looked up at him.

It’s okay c-curly. I’ll always be here.” You whispered, giving him a weak smile as you pointed to his chest, before shakily running your fingers through his curls once more, blood starting to stain your lips.

Stan placed his hand over yours, pressing it into his face, wanting to feel your warmth radiate through his body.

“I-I should of l-listened t-to y-you.” You choked out, your face becoming paler as more blood was staining your lips.

“D-Don’t say that. You’re not leaving me. You hear me? You’re not leaving me!” Stan cried, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand as you gave him a sad smile.

Your breathing starting to become more ragged as your eyes flickered over towards your friends, whose eyes were full of tears.

“T-Take care o-of him.. F-For me.. Y-Yeah?” You gave a weak nod towards them as they gave nods in return, their hearts breaking.

You gave them a sad smile, before looking back up at Stan, taking a deep breath which hurt your lungs.

“I-I love y-you.. S-Stanley U-Ur..”

Silence.

Stan’s eyes widened, watching as your chest stopped rising, your eyes starting to dull from the brightness they once were, your body becoming limp in his arms as he stared down at you in agony.

Everyone was silent, the only thing being heard was choked sobs.

That was the day you died in Stan’s arms.

The day you finally told him you loved him.

A day, that would never be forgotten in the Loser’s Club history.

Stan shakily moved his hand, running it over your face to close your eyes, his throat tightening as sobs escaped his lips.

“I-I love y-you t-too..”


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White Roses

Despite the title… no, this is not about white rose (the ship) well it sorta has a connection but not really?

So I rewatched the Weiss Character Short and I noticed this

A white rose okay it’s frozen but it’s still white

If any of you watched “Alice in Wonderland” before, you know that there’s a scene where Alice was painting the Queen’s white roses to red

“We paint white roses red, each shade from a different person’s head” - Melanie Martinez [Mad Hatter]

And you know what else is associated with red and roses?

“Every nightmare just discloses, It’s your blood that’s red like roses!” - Jeff Williams ft. Casey Williams & Nancy Williams [Red like roses part 2]

Paint the white roses red

It’s your blood that’s red like roses

White rose

Blood

O h   f u c k…

//Shy Shy Shy//

Word Count: 1581

Group: NCT 127/Dream

Member: Mark

Warnings: none

I haven’t slept because off this so i really hope you guys like it. Requests are open and i’ll post an masterlist soon ( ^▽^)

Originally posted by oh-prankster


“Yah Yah! Hyung!” Haechan kept pestering Mark during class.  
“What is it?” Mark said looking up from his work. Haechan had a sly smirk on his face.  
Just before Haechan wanted to speak, Y/N came walking in. The class turned their attention to the unexpected company.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but can I speak to you sir for a second?” The teacher nodded his head yes and gestured Y/N to wait outside.
“Class I’ll be back In a moment, continue your work” the taecher walked away.
“As I was saying” Haechan spoke again, but mark didn’t listen.  
“How can she be so beautiful?” Mark mumbled, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. 

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thin ice

pairing: shane madej/ryan bergara
word count: 1,5k
summary: “Ryan?” Shane asks, taking off his soaked rain coat, only to reveal a soaked jean jacket underneath. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Ryan stutters out, between the clattering of his teeth. “Ju-just rea-really c-c-cold.”

Or, the boys end up frozen and wet after a disasterous shoot in the woods. Shane helps Ryan get warm again.
a/n:  hey tumblr, its me, ya girl. im alive and kicking and also yet again in another fandom but what else is new. this is just a lil scribble i did to get myself into writing these boys. (also im already planning a longer fic why am i like this) hope you enjoy!!!

It’s raining. It has been raining since they’ve arrived, nearly three hours ago now. The woods are in are supposedly haunted, but after three hours of unrelenting rain they have absolutely no footage. Even Ryan, who is usually capable of detracting entire sentences from the smallest gusts of wind has been uncharacteristically quiet. Shane’s wearing a raincoat, they both are, but at this point it has been completely soaked through. It kind of feels like he’s never going to get dry again.

On top of that it’s freezing cold outside, partly attributed to that fact that it is the middle of the fucking night. At this point Shane is contemplating just admitting ghosts exists just so they can go back to their hotel to warm up. Shane would kill for a warm blanket and some hot chocolate right now.

Ryan apparently has the same idea, because he makes a frustrated noise, and says, “We’re not getting anything. Let’s go to the hotel and try again tomorrow.”

Shane could kiss him, but that’s not a thought he wants to get into right now. That box is staying locked away in the deep corners of his mind, never to be opened, preferably. “Maybe it’s a ghost that’s causing all this rain. Maybe they’re doing it on purpose, don’t want us lurking around their home,” Shane says, notably cheered now he knows he’s only half an hour away from a fluffy blanket.

“Shut up, Shane,” Ryan says, but the soft smile pulling at his lips considerably lessens the insult.

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anonymous asked:

a prompt: spock standing close to the captains chair + accidental touching

the working title of this fic was “touchy touchy” if that tells you anything ghfjdks

Loud and Clear (read it on ao3 here)

“Hey, Spock? Could you come over here and look at this report for a second?”

Spock turned promptly from his station at the sound of his captain’s voice, catching sight of Jim’s bright smile before anything else. Spock nodded once and briskly walked over to stand at the side of the captain’s chair, placing a hand on the back of it yet still hyper-aware of making sure he did not touch Jim. However, Jim immediately leaned back, his bare neck resting against the knuckle of Spock’s thumb. He could not find it in himself to move away.

“So, see, it says here that Kollona is a desert planet, right? And I know we’re still a few days away from it, but I was doing some reading up on it and read that it has an extensive rainforest? Which would not make sense at all, obviously, but…” Jim’s voice faded out in Spock’s ears as he suddenly got a bright flash of thought through their skin to skin contact.

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one last try || lacrosse week

Author: @dylanobsessed
Prompt/request: aye !!!! this was written for @rememberstilinski && @sarcasticallystilinski‘s lacrosse week and i loved the whole concept of it so much. thanks for doing and i hope y’all enjoy the story !!
Warning: swearing and i’m pretty sure that is it 
Pairing: stiles x reader
Notes: shout out to @sincerelystiles for helping me with the little bump i came across in the story and being such a gem !!
Words: 6,585 ( i got really into this okay i’m not even sorry )

I stood there.

Watching him.

I had the lacrosse stick in my hands and my knuckles were turning white from the anticipation of eyes witnessing his body run forward and give his best efforts to make a goal but once again, fate got involved and it’s another miss. Each time it became more difficult to witness how defeated he looked after missing a shot, how he would stand in the background feeling envious of everyone on the team, and how he looked let down by his lack of skills. He tossed his helmet onto the ground which was followed by his stick and various angry words were thrown into the air.

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okay so i was kind of confused as to why shadowreaper anduins hair looked the way it did

with the whole short thing going on, and then i realized that knights of the frozen throne took place in wotlk, and this was anduin during that time

in the last issue of the hearthstone comics the listeners say something about anduin being 12, so him looking like his teenage self could be the narrator saying “screw you” to the comments or it could be that dark magic aged him, but this is still a really cool detail that i appreciate a lot.

Young K(Day6) reaction to you sitting on his lap and getting excited(fluff)

You two had been together for a little while, and to the public it was secret. However to his other members, some of your close friends, and family it wasn’t the case. You had went to the studio to bring the boys some food while they worked on some stuff and since they were a band a lot of equipment took up the space and seating. So without thinking while everyone was talking you decided that instead of standing around along with Dowoon you would take a seat on your boyfriend’s lap, that’s what boyfriend’s were for a little bit. He got tense and you didn’t notice as you simply continued conversing with Jae who wasn’t phased to see you sitting where you were. However after a little while you realized Young K had frozen up and wasn’t even holding you like he usually would. You turned back to look at him and noticed his red cheeks as he looked down at his drink. “Are you okay?” You asked him, a little worried he wasn’t feeling well as your hand lifted to check for a fever, he caught your wrist and beckoned you closer. You leaned down and he whispered quietly. “Please, don’t do this to me. I’m a man, and as much as I love you I really don’t need a situation in front of the guys.” He pleaded and you smirked a little bit. You sighed, “I guess I could get up, but my feet hurt standing, maybe Wonpil won’t mind if I-” He cut you off by pushing forward slightly then holding your waist. You simply chuckled and went back to talking, but you could feel his grip tightening from time to time. You liked the effect you had on him.

Originally posted by helloday6

A/N: To whoever requested I really hope this was what you had in mind, feel free to request again if it was or wasn’t though.