but i usually listen to a cover of it

From Dan’s Rush AMA
  • He’d like to possibly cover Closer to the Heart by Rush in the future
  • His favorite concert of Rush’s he’s seen (out of 11) is the R30 tour in 2004
  • His favorite thing he’s seen them play live is Xanadu
  • He doesn’t plan on trying to start playing an instrument (aside from the bass which he has said he’s mediocre at) because the band he’s got now has such awesome musicians that he wants to focus on being the best vocalist he can be
  • His favorite Skyhill song is Run with the Hunted, and his least favorite is Only One
  • His favorite Rush song to play on the bass is Fountain of Lameneth (but it’s hard)
  • It’s pretty likely that there will eventually be a new Skyhill song or album
  • He first saw Rush in 1994 in NJ at the Brendan Byrne Arena. He’s seen them on every tour since.
  • He’s hoping that next year they’ll be able to tour in the UK, and he’d like to be able to tour in Australia too at some point
  • What influenced him most from Rush is their chord choices, their worth ethic, and their integrity.
  • If he could perform vocals on one song with Rush, it would probably be Time Stand Still
  • His best Rush-related experience was zoning out by himself as a kid and letting their music take his imagination places
  • His favorite Rush albums are A Farewell to Kings, Hemispheres, Caress of Steel, and 2112. His least favorite (though he still loves them!) are Hold your Fire, Counterparts, and Snakes and Arrows
  • The most direct way that Rush has affected him is that they helped inspire him to commit his life to music.
  • His top 3 songs are Xanadu, Hemispheres, and Fountain of Lameneth
  • He started listening to Rush at 13 and he became obsessed with them. He sang their music to himself all day during school.
  • When asked how many Rush shirts he has, his answer was “Too many!!”
  • A Farewell to Kings is his alltime favorite Rush album
  • What initially caused him to enjoy Rush was that it was an awesome sound that he’d never really heard before and lyrics that appealed to his nerdy Lord of the Rings loving self.
  • His favorite >10 minute Rush track is (possibly) Circumstances
  • “ I’m more Jewish by culture than by religion. I certainly believe that there’s a lot to life and the universe that we don’t understand, and I respect anyone who finds their answers in religion, but it’s never been a big part of my life personally.”
  •  His favorite Rush show to watch is one from Rio
  • The song he’s most proud of is 6969 because it’s a comedy prog song, which is something he’s always wanted to do.
  • His favorite part of 2112 is the overture
  • Hemispheres will always remind him of his freshman year of high school. He listened to it constantly.
  • Both him and Arin write the lyrics to Starbomb songs
  • He feels an immediate kinship with other Rush fans. “We’re like a world-wide secret club!”
  • The rush album he feels is most underrated is Presto
  • The first Rush song he listened to was Roll the Bones
  • He would be interested in giving talks about music/comedy/career stuff at colleges or high schools if there was an audience for it.
  • He got into Rush at age 12 because the guy that worked at his local comic book shop (named Keith) introduced him to them. “God bless that man.” Before he discovered them he listened to a lot of Def Leppard and Nirvana
  • Q:  if you were to start your career again today, where would you start? Youtube / twitch / podcasts?
    A:  I don’t think I’d do anything differently because even the years of “failure” taught me a lot and allowed me time to improve. Once that spotlight is on you, you’d better be ready for it. I’d say start in the medium that inspires you individually the most and work as hard as you can on it from there.
  • Q:  how do you think the future of NSP has changed now that you guys have topped the motherfucking charts with Under the Covers?? You guys fucking rule and I’m so happy for you and your multitudes of success!
    A:  Thank you! We were psyched that our recent albums have charted so well, but I don’t think we’ll do anything differently. We’ll just keep doing what feels right to the best of our ability!
  • 6969 came together quickly when writing it. The video only took so long because it was such a huge jump in ambition and it has a learning curve. “If we do something like that again, things should go a lot more smoothly!”
  • The Pass has helped him through some tough times.
  • (I believe) that the lyrics he’d get as a tattoo are “ All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars All of us do time in the gutter Dreamers learn to look at the cars!”
  • Q: What would you say is the best dish at Olive Garden?
    A: The dish where you get up, walk across the street, and eat at Outback Steakhouse
  • He meditates in silence before a show because he’d get overhyped if he listened to music.
  • Doesn’t have a favorite member of Rush, “it’s an equilateral triangle”
  • Says Moving Pictures is usually a safe bet to start off with introducing someone to Rush
  • He picked Madrigal and Subdivisions for the first UTC because he loves them and they’re easy to sing. “I don’t know if I could hit some of those crazy high notes Geddy rocked in the 70s”
  • He thinks Witch Hunt would be a very good song to cover.  Such a great song and so relevant right now! “Quick to judge, quick to anger, slow to understand”
  • His favorite song to try and fail at on bass is YYZ
  • “ I don’t think there’s any conscious decision to have Rush influence my music, but I’ve spent so many thousands of hours listening to them, it’s inevitable that it just comes out naturally”
  •  His favorite album to work on in his career is what he’s doing now (UTC2 and Cool Patrol) because “we’ve grown so much and finally have a full band!”
  • He doesn’t mind when fans are super nervous to meet him. He was nervous when he met Rush, too, “so it’s just the circle of life!”
  • He chose bass because it was different and fun to find submelodies.
  • Q:  Hey Dan! I’m looking forward to Under the Covers 2. I started writing comedy music and NSP is one of my main inspirations. What do you wish you knew about writing comedy music earlier on in your career?
    A:  Nothing in particular really. You learn and you go and there’s no substitute for just doing something over a long period of time. Of course there are things I would change about our early work, but it was the best we could do at the time so I have to be cool with it.
  • “I listened to so much of them [Rush] growing up that it’s in my blood and unconsciously shapes the way I approach music”
  • His second favorite album flops between Hemispheres, Caress of Steel, and 2112 on any given day
  • His favorite story/message told in a Rush song→ Story is Fountain of Lameneth because it’s a beautiful summary of life. Message is Spirit of Radio where they talk about the importance of integrity in art.
  • His biggest influences are Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Genesis, Nirvana, Spacehog, and Gentle Giant (to name a few)
  • He does his best on his Rickenbacker bass but it’s just for fun. “My band already has a bass player that’s better than I’ll ever be!”

“Thanks everyone! I have to go see my family now otherwise I’d stay longer. Sorry I couldn’t get to everyone’s questions but I had a lot of fun. I’d be happy to do this again in the future!
You being fans of mine means the world to me and I promise to keep making comedy and music for a long time! Thanks to you, the moderators who set this up, and of course Rush for being an awesome and inspirational force!”

Babe

“Baby.”

           Bitty stirs at the sound but doesn’t open his eyes. Jack is solid behind him and hasn’t moved a bit, with his arm still draped over Bitty’s middle.

           “Baby,” Jack says again, sleepily.

           “Hmm?”

           Jack doesn’t respond. Bitty thinks he may have just spoken in his sleep. He taps at Jack’s hand.

           “Jack?”

           Jack tightens his grip and slips his hand under Bitty’s shirt to rest on his chest.

           “Good morning,” he slurs, and rubs his nose into the hair at the back of Bitty’s neck.

           Bitty laughs into the pillow. He doesn’t bother turning around—it’s too early for moving—but he leans further into Jack’s chest.

           “Good morning.”

           “Mm. Morning.”

           “Yes, honey. It’s morning. Are you getting up?”

           “Hmm. No.”

           Jack breathes in deeply and ducks to press his forehead between Bitty’s shoulder blades.

           “You smell nice,” he says.

           “Thanks honey.”

           “Mmmyou’re welcome babe.”

—–

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Astral Travel 🚀🌌

My personal method of astral travel.

  1. Get some sleep prior so that you don’t accidentally doze off
  2. Wear comfortable clothing
  3. Turn off or dim the lights in your room as much as possible, although this can still be performed in a fully lit room if you want
  4. Lay down in a comfortable position - I usually lay flat on my back in bed with something covering my eyes as to not let any light slip through
  5. Choose a soundtrack or playlist consisting of ambient music and binaural beats (this is my favorite - to be listened to with headphones for the best results)
    1. The music and binaural beats help to get you to a relaxed, meditative, trance-like state without consciously trying too hard
  6. Once you reach that state, you should feel somewhat of a “body high” or a tingly sensation all over your body
  7. At this point, try to visualize the room you’re in and your surroundings as if you were actually standing there looking around and not laying down in a bed
  8. When you can do this successfully, it’s time to actually travel elsewhere: visualize yourself walking around your room, and eventually ending up somewhere totally different - I always “fly” or “float” to my destination but how you get there is up to you - I personally like to go to space, but you can literally go anywhere you want
  9. I would recommend creating an “astral sanctuary” or “astral temple” when you reach your destination - this is basically your home base for when you decide to astral travel back to that place
    1. This requires more visualization to actually manifest something that was not there before - your sanctuary can be as low-key or extravagant as you want
    2. Practice placing items and altering the surroundings in your astral sanctuary 
  10. Once your sanctuary is created and you have a safe place to return to, it’s time to explore your surroundings - this can take as long as you want, there’s no time limit just so long as you’re responsible with it and aren’t missing out on any real-life priorities or appointments 
  11. To re-enter your body, you must try to “snap out of it” and visualize traveling back to your physical body - I always end up repeatedly saying something like “it’s time to go home now” until I feel like I am becoming more conscious and aware of myself 
  12. You might be pretty exhausted after astral traveling, so it’s a good idea to have some water and a snack on hand for when you return 

Good luck! ✨🌟

From nonnie:  Hi! Can you do a logan x reader fic where the reader has deep feelings for logan but they have this friends with benefits thing going on and she’s scared to tell him but one day after they bang he tells her he actually cares for her *feels everywhere* 

Word count: 1237

Originally posted by pleasingpics

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“F-fuck Logan, don’t stop.” You sighed, the man on top of you thrust his hips in a languid motion, hitting right where you wanted him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer. His hand was in your hair and he tugged hard, you moaned and reveled at the feeling of his lips and teeth against your neck and his beard scratching against your collarbone, and it felt so fucking good you almost screamed. Logan pounded you harder, you yelped at the feeling of his tip hitting that spot and he used his free hand to brush against your bundle of nerves, earning a throaty moan from your lips.

You raked your nails down his back as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, you bit down hard as he bottomed out inside you. You felt yourself come undone. “Yes-yes Logan, oh Logan, harder, please, I’m cumming-”

“That’s it- princess, oh yes, I’m fuckin’- I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” Logan whispered against your lips.

His eyes were burning into you yours and you used your legs to pull him closer again as your pussy started to quiver around him, silently answering his question. You moaned into his kiss as he spilled himself inside you and he smothered his face into your neck and growled as he rode out his orgasm, still deftly swiping his fingers over your clit, drawing another screaming orgasm from you.

He slumped next to you as you both came down, automatically pulling you to lay on his chest.

~

This had been going on for about 3 months, you and Logan became friends with benefits after he came back from a mission, covered in blood, some of his own, some of his enemies. His clothes were ripped to shreds and although he didn’t need any medical attention, he let you help him anyway.

But things don’t always go as planned, things change and so do people, including you.

After a whole night of non-stop, unbridled sex, and everything that leads up to it, you had fallen asleep curled against Logan’s vigorous body once again, every inch of him stuck to you like velcro.

You had woken the next morning to Logan’s face smushed against the space between your neck and collarbone, his snores rumbled through his body and the vibrations tickled your skin and you giggled lightly.

You had taken a moment to admire his sleeping form; his hand had absent-mindedly cupped your breast in his sleep and the other winded behind your back, you had draped your arms around his broad shoulders. The way your bodies were tangled made you look like tangled vines, your leg was hiked up over his hip and his legs were between and underneath yours.

You felt complete, you were caught in pure bliss, but you just wish you didn’t have to hide.

Hm, Y/N.” Logan mumbled in his sleep, that’s when you knew you were in love with the man wedged against you. And you didn’t know what else to do apart from close your eyes, letting the smell of smoke and sandalwood engulf your nostrils.

~

You had taken a night to yourself, you walked around the grounds of the school without telling anyone where you had gone, seeking a silence the inside walls couldn’t give you. You were becoming afraid of your feelings towards Logan, there was no way he would return them, and you were contemplating on shutting whatever it was between you down.

When you arrived back into your assigned room, you were shoved against the shut door by a strong pair of familiar hands.

“Logan! What the fuck are you doing?! And why are you in my room? I thought we were keeping this whole… thing… low-key?” Your chest heaved as you tried to get your breathing even again, looking up at his darkened eyes.

“Next time you go for a fuckin’ walk, TELL SOMEBODY!” You flinched at his growing volume. “You know that we don’t have some magical barrier around this place- god, whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

He went to open the door but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist, your fingers didn’t even manage to wrap around it fully, he was so… big. His arm went limp against your touch, and you trailed your fingers up to his jaw, stroking the scruff that was there.

Kiss me.” It was more a plea than a demand, and you couldn’t meet his eyes as you let the words roll off your tongue.

Logan then proceeded to pin you against the door again, but this time he was gentle as ever, treating you like a porcelain doll in his calloused hands. You wracked your brain to try and remember when the last time he was this tender with you, and you lost yourself in his touch.

He stooped and caught your soft thighs, wrapping them around his hips and leading you to your bed. His lips were timid and soft against your own, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck with the same gentleness, easing you back onto the mattress as his body hovered over yours.

The kiss was light, there was no teeth, and only a slight amount of tongue and you sighed as you broke apart. You slowly peeled one another’s clothing off, moving like waves, for the first time you felt nervous, and you could feel his body language shift.

When you were both bare to each other, Logan peppered lazy open-mouthed kisses from your lips to your breasts and you arched your back as you felt two familiar fingers enter you at a mind-boggling pace. His slow, teasing movements made you gasp and writhe against his fingers. You reached for him and started stroking his cock at the same pace as he was stroking you, earning a small moan that vibrated against your lips.

As he pushed into you, you felt whole, and not like the usual way; you felt your chest swell and your fingertips tingle with electricity as he slowly thrust inside you. It was the first time you hadn’t cried out or groaned in lust and it was warm and fuzzy, your body wasn’t covered in sweat, and you started to rock against him, but he held your hips in place.

“Listen I…I love you, Y/N, ever since you woke up that morning and let me stay, you didn’t tell me to wake up or get out like I would do occasionally do to you because you were snoring, ” You giggled at his words,  "You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met, nobody compares.“ You breathed a sigh of relief as he confessed.

"I love you too, Logan.” You kissed him deeply as he started moving again, a few moments later the tension behind your naval snapped and you came undone around him, and he stumbled down right after you.

It was going to be difficult, but you were anticipating the ride.

Keep The Skirt


Requested: Yes, Could you do a fluff/smut DracoxReader where Draco has been crushing on you for so long and finally confesses his love for you in a romantic way. Later he would bring out his more sexual side and you guys well, fuck. The reader is a pureblood slytherin. :) Hopefully this makes sense cause honestly I love for you to write this.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warning: Smut, fluff

   You turned the page in your book as the train was beginning to pull away from the station. You glanced out the window and watched the platform of 9 ¾ began to whirl by. You looked back down at your book and resumed reading. You looked up irritably when you realized the door to your compartment was loose and rattled like hell. You drew your wand from your emerald and black robes and without looking mumbled “reparo”. You smiled as the rattling stopped. You put your wand away and continued to read. 

   A few minutes later you heard the door open. You growled and whipped out your wand. You looked up and pointed your wand towards the door. You raised a brow when you saw Draco Malfoy and his luggage standing in the doorway. He glanced at your wand then back at you. He swept the empty compartment and gave you a small smile.

   “I’m assuming these seats are empty. I lost my friends so can I stay here?” He asked pushing his way in and beginning to put his luggage away.

   “Well I guess I can’t say no now.” You said looking back down to your book. You heard him huff and you looked up to see him struggling to put his bag in the overhead. You sighed and put your book down. You stood up and stood by his side to help shove the trunk on the shelf. When it was finally up you sat back down and opened your book. 

   “Thank you.” Draco said sitting down opposite of you. 

   "Of course.” You put down your book and looked to him. "How are you?” You asked. He propped his feet up and laid back. 

   "Well enough. Why are you alone?” He asked. You frowned.

   “Usually when someone asks how you’re doing you’re supposed to ask in return. I’m doing well. And to and to answer your question it’s because I prefer to read than listen to Pansy talk about how head over heels she is for you.” You said watching him inspect the cover of your book. He smiled and chuckled. 

   “I can see why that would drive you to wanting to be alone. I passed by them I wished I had an invisibility cloak.” He said. You smiled and stuck out your hand. 

   “Y/n, y/n l/n.” You said introducing yourself. He glanced at your hand and grinned at you. 

   “Actually uh, I know your name. We sat next to each other for the first two years in Defense and Potions.” He said shaking your hand. You furrowed your brows.

   “We did? And you remember it?” You asked. A deep blushed crossed his pale cheeks.

   “I mean I just observed it.” He said bashfully. You nodded. 

   “Wow. Draco Malfoy pays more attention to his surroundings than we thought. Or maybe, he has a crush on me.” You joked. He rolled his eyes.

   “Oh be quiet.” He said laughing and turning to the ceiling. You smiled and did the same.

   “That wasn’t a no.” You said using your robes as a blanket.

   “Well I wouldn’t want to lie.” He said smoothly. You looked over at him and caught him staring at you. You smiled.

   “Watch out. I don’t want Pansy after my head.” You said. He chuckled. 

   By the time the train pulled into the station you had gained a best friend and a date to Hogsmeade. 

   By the middle of the year, you and Draco had been going steady for months. You were practically inseparable. You hated the same people, hated the same classes and hated the same things. 

   You sat in the Slytherin common room with Draco’s head in your lap, playing with his hair. 

   “Hey love?” He said looking up at you. You hummed and looked down. "Do you want to go up to my room?” He asked.

   “Sure.” You said following him up the stone steps to his room. He brought you into his empty room and closed the door behind you. He hugged you and pushed you towards the bed. You dropped down on the bed with him on top of you. He proped himself up on his elbows and ducked down to kiss you. You placed a hand on his neck and pulled him close. His hand slowly traveled over your white button up shirt. He loosened your tie and you parted to pull it over your head. He placed a hand one he first button of your shirt and looked at you for permission. You nodded and he quickly undid them exposing your chest. You smiled and reached up and pulled him by his tie back to you. He smirked as you pulled him in for another heated kiss. You began unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He shrugged it off and reached down to get rid of his trousers. You felt him struggling and smiled against his lips. You gently pushed him away and helped undo his belt and get his pants off. You smirk at his growing erection. He pulled you close and began kissing down your neck. He reached around and unhooked your bra. You let it fall off and reached down and palmed him through his boxers. He moaned softly and reached up and palmed on breast. You whimpered as he toyed with your nipple. He trailed his other hand down and hiked up your skirt and smirked.

   “Lace huh?” He asked teasingly. Before you could answer he slipped two fingers in your making you moan. He chuckled and gently pushed you back onto the bed. He pumped his fingers painfully slow. This was your first time with Draco and you never pegged him as a tease. He slipped your panties down and off your legs. You began to remove your skirt but he grabbed your wrist firmly to stop you.

   “I like it on.” He growled in your ear. You nodded. And moved your hand to the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms under you and pulled you to stand. 

   “What are-”

   “Face down, ass up.” He said pointing towards the bed. You obliged and got into position. He picked up a tie from the floor and got behind you. He reached forward and put the tie in front of you.

   “Open.” He demanded. You opened your mouth and he shoved the tie in your mouth as a gag. He straighted and used his knee to push your legs apart. You felt him place a hand on your ass and use his thumb to spread your folds. He positioned himself and slowly pushed himself into you. You moaned out and rutted your hips back against him. He groaned and took that as a signal to speed up. He gripped your hips harshly, digging his fingernails into you skin. You whined against the gag and grabbed the sheets tight as he fucked you. You cried out in suprise as he slapped your ass. He slowed down drastically and rocked his hips making you whine. 

   “You want me to go faster?” He asked. You could hear the smirk in his voice. You pushed back against him and he chuckled. He took the hint and sped up again. You moaned into the gag and smiled lazily as you felt the framiliar knot in your stomach form. He began thrusting roughly and smacking your ass more frequently and harder. A few more hard thrusts and he got sloppier. He reached down and began rubbing your clit throwing you over the edge. You came screaming his name, muffled by the gag. He pulled out and you felt warm cum hit your back. Draco held your hips a second long and stood up. You dropped down on your stomach and tucked your arms under you. Draco laughed and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. You spit out the tied and huffed.

    “Babe? Can you get a rag and clean me up?” You asked. He hummed in reponse and you waited quietly for him to come back. Eventually he did and he rubbed soft circles as he cleaned your back with a rag. You felt tired. You felt yourself slowly lul to sleep leaving Draco to clean up the clothes and move you to cuddle with him at the head of the bed. He covered you both with the blanket  and pulled you close. 

   “Goodnigt princess.” He mumbled into your hair. You mumbled in reponse and he smiled. He fell asleep listening to your soft breathing and occasional snores.

Spell To Contact a Deceased Loved One

A spell to feel the energy of and maybe even dream of a deceased loved one.

You will need the following items for this spell:

  • a picture of your loved one
  • a white candle

Cast a circle.

Light the candle and sit in a comfortable position. For as long as you see fit (usually 30-60 minutes), meditate on this loved one. Think of the fun times, the hard times, and remember them. Pay homage to their life and their accomplishments.

Hold the candle in your hands. Chant:

I feel the warmth of your body, 
the warmth of your soul.
 I hold you in my arms, 
my heart, and soul.
 Please join me, (insert name).

As you look at his/her/their picture, begin to feel the warmth of the candle envelop your hands. Feel the warmth climb up your arms, down your body, and cover your entire body. Sit, listen, and experience.

You will likely smell them, or feel their energy. It is also possible to hear them, see them, or dream of them. If there is something which you wish to tell them, do so now 

Guess who wrote some more Steve/Tony/Bucky/Natasha???? It’s me. Why.


God, this safe house had seen better days.

Steve wrinkled his nose at the tiny cot and moldy-smelling sheets and wondered if he could handle staying awake one more day.

“I need the bathroom right now immediately,” Tony began, and hustled in the direction Natasha had pointed in.

Bucky put his hands on his hips and looked around, frowning. “Would it make you feel better or worse to know that Hydra had worse?”

“Shut up,” Natasha said tiredly, prepared to flop onto the cot, then apparently thought better of it and sat down on the floor.

Steve followed suit. He was quite tired. Who knew that accepting Tony’s offer to go with him on a trip to a public speaking event meant that they’d get chased down by both AIM and Hydra? At least they had been wearing casual clothes and sneakers. Tony had had to ditch his suit jacket and steal a hoodie to try and blend in with the crowd, and he was still wearing his loafers.

“You okay, Tony?” Steve asked after realizing they hadn’t heard him in quite some time.

Both Bucky and Natasha turned toward the bathroom door in concern when no response was forthcoming.

“…Tony?” Steve asked again, getting to his feet.

The doorknob jiggled and then there was a sad-sounding squeak. “Oh no.”

Bucky and Natasha were immediately on their feet as well. “What?!”

“Are you okay?”

“No,” Tony said, honestly sounding like he might cry. “I can’t get out because the doorknob broke.”

“Aw,” Natasha whispered, looking amused and sympathetic all at once. She smacked Steve’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “Help him, Steve.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the knob on their side.

“…You fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered gleefully as he gaped down at the doorknob in his hand.

“Steve?” Tony asked plaintively.

“Just—just a second, honey,” Steve said, turning back to Natasha with wild eyes and motioning at the door.

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. “My gear won’t help if there isn’t a lock to pick.”

“What?” Tony’s voice went higher in pitch. “What are you talking about, what do you mean there isn’t a lock—”

“Get in the bathtub, sweetheart,” Bucky sighed.

“What why? What’s going on?”

Get in the bathtub.

There was a pause as they listened to him shuffle around, and then, “Why am I in the bathtub?”

Bucky slammed his heel into what was left of the doorknob, causing the wood around it to shatter and the door to burst inward. Tony yelped as it ricocheted off the tub, ducking further into it and covering his head against the splinters.

Bucky stepped into the bathroom and reached down to scoop him up despite the lack of space usually needed to do so. “I gotcha, doll.”

“What a hellish day,” Tony complained, hiding his face against Bucky’s shoulder. “Everyone should cuddle me.”

“We can do that,” Natasha answered immediately, elbowing Steve in the side. “Steve.

He looked at her in confusion. “Wh—oh,” he whispered, looking around wildly, then hid the doorknob under the cot.

“Gimme,” Natasha said with just a touch of murder.

Bucky held his hands up to allow her to curl around Tony on his lap. “You know you don’t have to use the murder voice, right? You and Tony weigh, like. Five pounds.” He patted the floor beside him for Steve. “Especially when you spread out over both our laps.”

“I weigh at least five pounds all by myself,” Tony grumbled. He plopped his feet into Steve’s lap. “Rub these please.”

Steve gently pulled off one loafer and grimaced. “Aw, honey.

Natasha and Bucky whipped around to look and let out sympathetic sounds when they saw his bloody sock. And he hadn’t even complained once.

“I think there’s supposed to be a first-aid kit here,” Natasha offered, standing again. “Hold tight, Tony.”

Tony muttered to himself about how he’d been holding her tight, but whatever. Bucky and Steve fought valiantly not to find that adorable and failed. She returned shortly with what was quite possibly the tiniest first-aid kit they’d ever seen. It did have bandages and Neosporin though, so Steve didn’t judge it too harshly, instead delicately peeling off Tony’s sock.

“Ow,” Tony couldn’t help but whimper, hiding his face in Bucky’s shoulder again.

“Shh, honey, I’m sorry,” Steve murmured, grimacing at all the burst blisters on Tony’s foot. “We’ll get this fixed up.”

“What do you mean ‘we,’” Natasha began, because she was disgusted by feet, only to jolt backward. “Jesus Christ.

Bucky scowled at her, lifting a hand to pat Tony’s back as he tried to pull his foot away so she didn’t have to see it. Luckily Steve had gotten a good grip of his ankle the moment he’d seen Natasha look in his direction.

“I mean. Oh dear,” Natasha said haltingly, opening the Neosporin. “Why didn’t you say anything, Tony?”

“We needed to get to cover.”

Steve smiled sadly. “You did a good job, honey.”

“Gross, gross, gross,” Natasha whispered, squirting Neosporin on all of his blisters. “C’mon, Steve.”

Steve began bandaging his foot carefully. “We’ve got you, Tony.”

“’m sorry,” Tony said softly, shoulders sagging. “This was supposed to be fun. I was gonna take you guys out to dinner. Maybe see a show. Just… do something that wasn’t life-threatening for once.”

“It’s not your fault,” Natasha said immediately. “You can still do that when this blows over, too. We can even go for something exotic and heinously expensive.”

Bucky hurried to agree with her. “Yeah, doll, let’s try something new.”

“Right,” Steve added after Natasha prodded his shoulder impatiently. “I’m trying to concentrate, Natasha.”

Tony choked on a sad laugh. “I must look bad if you’re all agreeing to something heinously expensive.”

“Fine,” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. “Just ridiculously expensive then. Will you stop moving your foot?”

“You guys are mean. I’m breaking up with you. I’m going to date Sam, Bruce, and Thor instead.”

“You love to dress Natasha up too much to break up with her,” Bucky began.

“Thor would look good in dresses too!” Tony burst out.

While Bucky and Steve were stunned, Natasha just shrugged. “No, it’s true. He’s just sad most Midgardian dresses won’t fit him.”

Bucky and Steve choked.


“What the fuck, Natasha?!” Steve and Bucky shouted the next day as she raced away, carrying Tony on her back.

“You snooze, you lose, suckers!” Natasha called back over Tony’s giggles, grinning when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders tighter and urged her faster.

Team  [ P.P ]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where Peter falls in love with the new vigilant? She has the power to create illusions on people’s mind making them believe they’re really in that place (idk if I’m explaining myself right). Thank you so much for your time ❤ 

Word Count: 1,122

Warnings: None lol

A/N: This isn’t exactly what was requested but I hope this is good for the anon! I apologise in advance for not being my best piece ohmygosh my excuse is that I was on the bus when I wrote most of this.  

Masterlist

“Stop getting to my bad guys before me!”

You whip around to face the voice of a hero all too familiar to you, your eyes narrowed beneath your domino mask. Spider-Man now stood directly opposite you, the wind of the rooftop not having any impact on him whatsoever.

“Excuse me?” You question, unable to hide the smirk on your face. This wasn’t the first time you had met Spider-Man. In fact, it was far from the first time. The two of you practically knew more about each other than anyone else-even though you had no idea who was under the mask and vice-versa.

“You heard me,” Spider-Man replies, stepping forward as he cocks his head to the left. “Every single time one of my guys is causing havoc, I always find you in the middle of it. You always make it worse so please, deal with something else.”

“Listen here,” You glare at him harshly, knowing that he would be unlikely to notice through the midnight coloured mask that covers your eyes. “Who are you to tell me what I can do and what I can’t? Hm?”

He rolls his eyes unknowingly to you, resting a hand on the back of his neck. His movements and posture is somewhat lazy, tired after having to deal with more than his usual. To him, you were to blame even though he knew it wasn’t really because of you. He just needed a fitting reason to fill in until he could think of another.

“Fair point. But please try not to throw punches in a fight that isn’t yours. I know you’re powerful and all but the bad guys get angry when you make them think they’re on the other side of the planet.”

“That’s the point, stupid.” You step away, your eyes snapping to the street below at the sound of a high pitched shriek. You send Spider-Man a mock salute before sliding down the ladder of the balconies along the side of the building, leaping from one to another before you’re on the ground.  

The man was dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie, the fabric pulled over his head to cover his face. There was a middle aged woman walking in front of him, her young daughter’s wrist gripped firmly within her hand. You could tell she had noticed the man begin to follow her by the way she had tried to subtly fasten her pace and by the way she pulled at the toddler with urgency.

It was the small child who had let out the scream when her mother had roughly taken hold of her wrist. Thankfully, you had noticed the man walking predatorily behind the two and decided to take action on it.

Spider-Man had found himself by your side within seconds, his eyes raking unconsciously over your body quickly as you kept your footsteps silent. He had found you insanely beautiful the moment he had met you despite the mask that hid your identity and he couldn’t help but try and push away the weird feeling that had washed over him as he watched you now. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts.

He raises his arm to shoot his webs out at the man but before he can do anything you place your hand on his arm, shaking your head as you point to the woman and her daughter. You had to wait for him to make a move before you made your own move but that didn’t mean you couldn’t plan ahead. Spider-Man nods as he understands what you’re getting at, matching your speed as you begin to walk faster.

The glint of a knife catches your eye as the man raises the arm that isn’t holding anything and reaches towards the pair. Before he has the chance to do anything you shove the man to the side, earning a frustrated yell from the man as he quickly regains himself. Your eyes flicker to Peter as he moves to the woman, taking the child in his arms before he pulls them away from the scene. He makes short eye contact with you as he shoots his webbing, swinging with the girl in one arm and the woman clinging onto him with his other.

The man lunges at you with the knife, ready to slice your skin but you kick him once, moving your hands and placing two fingers on either side of his head. The man’s eyes widen as he finds himself in the middle of a forest, the tall buildings around him turning into thin and long trees.

“What the hell?!”

You chuckle as the man stumbles backwards, throwing a strong punch to his face before you hit him another time with twice the force so that he’s knocked unconscious. With a thud he lands on the floor, his back falling against the thick pole of the street light.

You spot Spider-Man as he lands beside you, his arms empty of the woman and child. That was fast. Flashing him a smile, you motion at the man with mocking movements, pretending to fire your own imaginary web shooters. He shakes his head, letting out a chuckle and a sigh as he shoots his webs at the man, securing the man against the pole for the police to collect him.

“That was quick. The woman and her daughter?” You ask, meeting his gaze. You were surprisingly close to him, your chest almost touching his.

“They’re fine. I got them to their apartment safely. It was only a block away.”

It was no secret to you that he you found him mind blowingly hot and you usually took pleasure in teasing the hell out of him but for some reason you didn’t have in you tonight. All you wanted was to wrap yourself around his toned body and kiss the life out of him.

So you do. You step into him, gently pulling his mask over his chapped lips and placing your own on top of them. He freezes for a second before slowly melting into the kiss and wrapping his arms tightly around your waste. Your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the ends of his mask.

You’re the first to break the kiss, pulling away before it got too heated. You send him a smirk, your arms still hanging around his neck and his still holding your waist. With a sigh, you step back from him, slowly moving away from him. You blow him a last kiss, turning to make your way home to pack in for the night. But before you go, you make sure to leave him with your voice playing through his ears on repeat.

“We make a pretty good team, Spidey.”

the bestest pal a boy could ever have
  • Listen my boi christopher franklin chow is one of the most caring and thoughtful individuals to ever grace this earth

  • nursey Knows, and therefore tries not to take it to heart that chowder remembers his favorite drink and book and his childhood dogs name. he really does.
  • he also tries to ignore that the full force of chowders attention makes him feel so important and cared for
  • y'all hes only human tho and like… he cant stop himself from spending like 99% of his time with chowder. (who is so nice, he doesnt care at all!! not one bit… because hes… just so nice)
  • and in that time, not only does he feel more validated than he has in his entire life, chowder just also happens to be the best person alive and oh shit… Nursey’s Gay (i would like to think his realization is like… grand and overdramatic like chowder is like “hey man i saved u this banana nut muffin because i know its your favorite” and nursey is like “bro ur the best ily” and then he realizes o shit i definitely meant that in an explicitly homo way rip and then he has like an existential crisis over a muffin & his crush)
  • honestly he feels so bad about it bc.. he can justify lust for chowder obviously bc hes a good looking person and a lot of smh is pr fine lbr but… having a heart hard on for ur best friend is very different
  • he’s also like… positive theres no way chowder could be into him because hes just… so emotionally distant and fucked up and hes not good enough to be happy, essentially
  • the first person he asks abt it is holster but it goes SO AWRY bc he goes “hypothetically… if u were to like ur best friend who may or may not be ur teammate and ur pretty sure hes straight but might not be but probably is… and is like way out of ur league but u like him anyway what would u do about that?” and holster says “well….. HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING…. id spend as much time as possible trying to get along with him and taking it slow, get to know him better” and holster walks away thinking nursey has a crush on dex and THat does not go well
  • basically nursey spends like several months pining over chowder but all along… chowder was doing the same thing!! he even sought essentially the same advice from bitty!!! but bitty ALSO thought chowder liked dex so it was like… all the upperclassmen firmly believed there was a frog love triangle happening… and then when nursey finally said fuck it and kissed chowder it was like a soap opera for them and they were all like :oooo and dex was like “fucking finally”
The Wetter the Better

this is a short blurb based off of this ask and also this ask :) 


Waking up next to my boyfriend of more than a year was something that never got tiring. Hearing him stretch and yawn out of his sleep, watching him twist and turn his half naked body in noisy grumbles as he fought off the need to actually get up out of the bed….it was one of the best parts of my day. But waking up next to my boyfriend, who was more than eager for his first day visit to the Masters, and seeing him doing a silly shirtless snapchat that he would send out to all his fans, now that was something that would never get old.

Rolling over in the bed to face him, I watched him pull a funny face into the snapchat camera, my hand cupping over my lips as I struggled to contain my giggles. He was the biggest goofball, mostly saving it for me, but every once in awhile he’d share his silliness with the world and that made me love him even more. But also I couldn’t help but want to poke fun at him for it. When he finally finished his early morning gift to his fans, he tossed his phone down to the end of the bed. “Mornin’, love,” he mumbled out to me, eventually slinging his arm around the dip in my waist over the covers and nudging my sleepy frame towards his.

I breathed out a smile. “Giving your fans a little treat, huh?”

“Shit, I’m excited, baby,” he mentioned as he shrugged his shoulder and turned the one corner of his mouth down, “and I do what I gotta do to keep ‘em on their toes, you know that.”

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anonymous asked:

Okay so a rp blog I follow has gotten me deep into Host x Wilford and I just I want some hcs because holy shit my sons

sure, i’ll see what i can come up with! what would their ship name be hmmm…. hostache? 💛

  • wilford always makes sure that host has a chance to speak his mind, or narrations, during meetings. he usually hits his hand on the table or covers other egos’ mouths so they’ll be quiet and listen to host.
  • wilford’s a very bubbly personality, but at the end of the day, he likes to mellow out and lay with his head on host’s lap and listen as host tells some story.
  • wilford likes to add in his own two cents in story time like, “once upon a time there was a valiant knight-”  “is he handsome???”  “yes wilford, he was handsome.”  “but he wasn’t as handsome as me, right????”  “of course not, wilford.”
  • host hates changing his bandages in front of anyone, even though wilford says that he won’t judge. but wilford respects him and he does make sure that they’re snug on host’s face so they don’t accidentally unravel before they go out in public.
  • host enjoys classical music, so wilford makes sure to have some on in the background. it’s the one thing host can enjoy without having to narrate over it. 
  • that being said, they dine with classical music on in the background and afterward, wilford takes host’s hand and attempts at slow dancing with him but it ends up with host narrating their steps so wilford can follow along. the two end up giggling like dorks.
  • although host can state how wilford looks like, he does enjoy using his hands/touch to explore wilford’s face. he immediately picks out wilford’s mustache and strokes that for a few moments. wilford loves it.
  • sometimes nights are rough for host and he gets nightmares that cause him to wake up screaming. he immediately covers his eyes so wilford won’t see, but blood stains his hands. it doesn’t phase wilford, and he quickly hands over bandages before taking host into his lap to comfort him.

anonymous asked:

can you recommend any other podcasts

Do you mean history podcasts?

Backstory was a really great history podcast! I don’t listen to it much after they changed their format in February but they’ve got a solid back catalog. They did really great ones on advertising, marriage, drugs, the history of the middle class, eating, censorship, police, timekeeping, women in the workplace, civil rights, holidays, fashion and even garbage. There were three professors who’d each tackle a time period and give his time period’s perspective on the topic. Now it’s more “timely” topics (like, Trump) and they’re shorter, like half the time, and one of the hosts is gone. 

History Extra by the BBC is another good one, they’re about an hour long and usually feature two different “stories”. I really liked The Russian Revolution and Myths of Ancient Egypt, The 20s: Roaring or Tame, The End of the First World War and The Duke of Wellington, Two King Edwards, Student Life and Working Class Culture, Regency Scandal and the History of Canals and a lot of others.

Thinking Sideways does weird and unexplained mysteries and a good number of them pretty old, like the Hall-Mills murders, Did Elizabeth 1 Have a Child, “Who Finked on the Franks” (Anne Frank and family).

Witness (another BBC podcast) is very short, like ten minutes, but they usually include interviews with first hand accounts which is always interesting, and there’s over a thousand of them: they recently did Charlie Chaplin Returns to America from Exile. They’ve cover everything: Houdini, Picasso, anthrax, Star Treck, the Kray gang, Studio Ghibli, JD Salinger, the death of Bruce Lee, Ernest Hemingway in Cuba, Hitler’s nuclear program, McCarthyism, Charles Darwin’s funeral…

Stuff You Should Know has almost a thousand episodes and sometimes they do historical stuff, they recently did one on corsets that was interesting! The Jack the Ripper one from 2009 was good.

Other podcasts I listen to regularly: 

My Brother My Brother and Me
Uhh Yeah Dude
Radiolab
Roderick on the Line
This American Life
All Killa No Filla
Snap Judgement 

te vas

“You wanna go out?”

Jeff stared. Surely he heard that wrong. “What?”

“Out,” Kent said, in a tone that implied he was being patient. “Do you want to go?”

“Uh –” Kent never asked anyone to go out first. Maybe he wanted to start their second season off differently? “Who else is going?”

“Me?”

Oh. Kent was asking Jeff to go somewhere with him personally, not as a part of a group. Jeff took another breath. “Uh, yeah, man. Where do you wanna go?” There were tons of places to choose from – it was Vegas, after all. Jeff had gone to quite a few with some of the other guys, though he couldn’t say he’d ever gotten out on the floor much.

“Dancing,” Kent said. “I don’t care where, really.” When Jeff opened his mouth, Kent raised a hand. “Scratch that. I do care. No country.”

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Imagine Rafael finding out you can speak Spanish

(A/N: For Anon. I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! Sorry, it’s short as well!) 

Disclaimer: I don’t know Spanish so all the Spanish in this is from Google translate. So I’m sorry if it’s incorrect. 

Imagine Rafael finding out you can speak Spanish

Your Dad always empathized how important learning languages was and always encouraged you to pursue it. You can remember the lecture he gave you and your siblings when it was the right time. Always encouraging you all to go and take the opportunity to learn a second language. Not only does it have cognitive benefits, it also helps you become better learners as well as help you understand cultures other than your own.

But the most important reason for him was that it would help you connect with people. Like it had helped him. When your Dad first became a cop all he knew was English and he didn’t have any interest in learning another. That was until he was the first responder to a crime-scene and he couldn’t do anything because he couldn’t speak to the victim or the witnesses. He had to wait and depend on someone else to help these people. And he didn’t like that. His job was to protect the people of the city and that meant everyone in the city. That weekend he started learning Spanish. He also went on to learn Russian as well as Gaelic.

He became a lover of languages and you were definitely the same. Your siblings all learned second languages as well but none of them loved them like you did. It may be because unlike them you learned your first-second language very young and not in high school like them. Danny learned Spanish, Erin, and Joe learned French and Jamie learned German.

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anonymous asked:

I’m a fit dude who really loves huge fat guys. Something about seeing a man porked out with blubber, no neck, and soft moobs really gets me going. I’ve been with a lot of fat guys, but I’d like to try force feeding. A couple of guys said they’d be up for it. Any advice? I’ve never done this before.

Notes on Force Feeding

There’s so much to say about feeding of any kind—all the various styles, objectives, techniques, foods, implements–and then this is intensified if we talk about so-called force-feeding. Feeding is best learned in an apprenticeship, the way other BDSM techniques are best learned—even if the technique is simple, light, and fun. Most of us encouragers, however, usually learn by trial and error, which is a great injustice for our fatboys. Yes, feeding can be simple, romantic, and cute, but you can get any normie off the street to feed chocolate-covered strawberries and coo insipidly. That’s not really what most gainers are talking about when they say “I want to be fed,” and certainly not when they say, “I want you to force feed me.”

Feeding for the encourager comes down to only one thing:  Listening.

There are two obstacles to listening…

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: PART ONE: Undercover Serpent

Request: No. My idea. 😇

A/N: This idea came to mind and I had to write it out. There isn’t much interaction between the reader and Reggie yet because this is where the story starts.

Words: 1626

Summary: Reader is Joaquin’s sister, their parents are non-existent and the Southside serpents take them in. Joaquin is with Kevin and you hate that he’s lying to him. You may be a serpent, but you’ve never really cared for what they do all you wanted was to part of something. You’re undercover at Riverdale High because that’s your job to make sure no one knows much about what your people do and the only one that knows is Jughead because of his dad, but that just might change when a sudden Jock starts taking and interest in the mystery girl who nobody knows.

Spoilers: This imagine will have FP x Alice, Betty x Archie, Veronica x Cheryl, Joaquin x Kevin, Asexual Jughead because I can and I shall see my ships rise somewhere lol. Also in this imagine Hal Cooper & Alice have been divorced for a year because he didn’t support Polly and Jason so Alice filed for divorced because she’s a queen.

Warnings: N/A

Unlike the Riverdale everyone cherished to you it was just a place. A place with fake people as they wore their masks pretending to be high and mighty. They lurked in the shadows and in the sunlight they shined as they wore their masks proudly. You had seen enough growing up in the Southside of town. There was nothing nice about it, there was no hypocrites everyone showed their true selves. They were all corrupt but unlike the other side of town they didn’t care to hide their deeds.

You and your brother lived in a trailer park where Jughead’s dad FP lived like many in the Southside. He took a keen interest in you and Joaquin after your parents died. His own family had just left him, and Jughead went to live with Archie because he didn’t want to leave Riverdale.

You grew up with plenty of the kids on the Southside all mostly becoming serpents as you and Joaquin joined too, you needed a family after all and they took you in with arms wide open. Although unlike many of them you wanted an education, they all mostly dropped out of Riverdale High. They were so close to making you drop out until FP helped you out by saying you were undercover to stay updated on anything in the high school that may be of use to the serpents.

Nobody but the Southside and Jughead knew your identity of being a Serpent as he was sworn to secrecy because he knew you only did it because you wanted a family and they offered you just that, also because he was very much ashamed of his father.

You wore your leather jacket with pride outside of school feeling a bit out place while you roamed the halls of Riverdale high with just a plain sweater. You kept to yourself, quiet and observing when your head wasn’t stuffed in a book or doing homework just trying your best to stay unnoticed.

Every now then you did talk to Jughead’s friends just to make sure they didn’t know anything about the recent current events that took place in Riverdale. You liked them even though they would never measure up to your friendship with your brother Joaquin who was now dating Kevin.  You all had a part to play in the serpents now. You being in Riverdale High only added to the pressure, you stayed in contact with Jughead’s friends and Joaquin made sure of what the Sherriff knew. You hated being the one on the inside being two-faced, but you couldn’t let down your family.

They talked about anything and everything in their lives sometimes you wished you could be as open as they were, but you couldn’t because one slip up and maybe this fantasy about leaving Riverdale after graduating would fade away.

Topics ranging from Cheryl and Veronica’s steamy dates and their double dates with Betty and Archie who had been sweethearts since they were small. Sometimes they would try to get Jughead to go out with them and it wasn’t until Jughead revealed he was asexual that they stopped trying to set him up. Jughead’s only love was burgers and writing. Sometimes they would ask you out with them especially if Joaquin would go, but you’d deny. No one knew you were a serpent and if they found out Joaquin was your brother they would figure you out. All they knew was your cover story, you were an only child that lived with your grandparents and you helped take care of them. You always made sure to contribute to the conversation just so they wouldn’t think you were onto them. Though keeping to yourself might just be what may reveal your true identity.

As you caught someone’s eyes. He saw you as the mysterious girl no one knew anything about not even her favorite color. As you sat alone in the students lounge as the rest were in the courtyard or cafeteria he approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N) right?” the tall caramel skin football player spoke as you looked up shocked that he was talking to you.

“The one and only” you added with a small smile trying to be polite even though you really wanted to finish that chapter of your textbook for your next quiz.

“What are you doing here all alone?” he sat next to you.

“Just studying, away from the riff raff” you closed your textbook.

“Do you like being alone? I mean I just never really see you around anyone beside Archie and them sometimes” he retorted trying to keep the conversation alive.

“What is this 20 questions” you said sarcastically as he gave you a smile “yeah I like being alone, I have one goal to graduate and get out here, I don’t need the drama of high school” you continued not knowing why you even answered, but it was somehow it was easy to talk to him.

“Wel-” you cut him off.

“If this is 20 questions it’s my turn Mantle” and he just chuckled.

“Do you like being alone?” you asked.

“No, I thrive with attention” he answered truthfully and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle which caused him to smile wider.

“Why do you need the attention?” you chuckled.

“Seems as if you forgot the rules too (Y/N)” he sassed “What’s your favorite color?” he just wanted to know more about you. But somehow this is what came out of his mouth.

“(Y/F/C)” you answered and asked your question again “So why do you need attention? Your already a football superstar how much attention do you need?”

“My parents work so much they forget they have a child, they actually never come to my games, they just say their proud and give me whatever I want as if that’s what I want” and the atmosphere changed you never thought maybe he was as alone too since people were always attached to him.

You didn’t know what to do so you just turned to him and pulled him into your arms. You always did hate seeing someone upset. Maybe the hug would’ve lasted longer if it wasn’t for Betty interrupting you.

“(Y/N), we’re meeting for the Blue & Gold” she stopped as you both pulled apart a bit startled by the blonde who tried to hide a smile but failed.

You collected your things as Reggie spoke again.

“Thanks, I guess we’ll continue this another time then” you both smiled at each other as you left with Betty and he stood there surprised by your actions and with an eagerness to get to you better.

You were in the Blue & Gold Office with Betty, Jughead, and Alice Betty’s mom. Although Jughead was okay with you being a serpent and keeping your secret, but joining their investigation made him uncomfortable until you lied to him and told him that you needed the extra-curricular.

Although you recognized Betty’s mom because ever since she split with Betty’s dad you’d remember seeing her around in the Southside around FP a couple of times. You remember asking him about her because you could feel the tension after her first visit and he was kind of drunk at that moment and he spilled out that he used to date her when they were younger and how in love they were. You felt like a kid listening to your parents talking about how they met.

“This is my mom (Y/N) and she will be working with us for the newspaper since the Chuck incident at the principal’s order.” Betty added.

“Hey A- um in (Y/N) I work with Betty and Jughead usually on photography with the schools camera, nice to meet you” you safe yourself because now their might someone else at school who can blow your cover.

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N)” Alice ignored the fact that she knows you as well and you all got to work on the next newspaper thankful no one noticed your small error in knowing Alice.

Soon Jughead and Betty left the room to pick something up and left you and Alice alone and she broke the silence.

“FP really has people everywhere doesn’t he” she hints at you.

You sigh “I’m not doing this for them, at least not all of it, I just want an education” you stared at her “so please don’t blow my cover, I don’t want the drama.”

“Oh my lips are sealed honey” she grinned knowing that you were untouchable or else FP would freak if she dared ruin what they had for drama as the sleuthing pair came back in the room.

Soon the bell rang indicating the end of the day was over and you made your way to the bus.

“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie tapped you in the shoulder “Do you need a ride?” he said scratching the back of his neck.

“Uhh no sorry my yellow limousine awaits” you couldn’t risk him knowing where you lived.

“It’s really not a problem” he kept insisting.

“Sorry I just have a lot things to do, maybe another time” you denied again running to the door of the bus.

You never knew where this bus went, you just always hopped in got off at good neighborhood to keep your story alive and walked home. Sometimes you’d take your bike but Joaquin had been fixing up the chain and you liked to walk while having your headphones plugged in blasting your music just taking your time before you had to be a pawn for information.

You loved the serpents you really did, but ever since Jason’s murder and the serpent’s involvement in it you had to face reality that maybe you’d never leave Riverdale and end up like the rest.

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After listening to Kyuhyun’s full cover of Mino’s “Fear” and Kyuhyun’s rap duet with BewhY on Radio Star of BewhY’s “Forever”, I really hope Kyuhyun will collaborate with them for his next album. His voice fits well with practically any genre, so I’d like to hear some musical diversity in his discography. I’m down for anything drastically different from the usual ballads, tbh. He’s established his name as the prince of ballads, so I hope to see him experiment with a variety of genres.