can we please have more of this in the live perfs

Dating Alex Standall would include...


Anonymous: hi, I really liked your ‘dating zach would include’ thing and I was wondering if you can do something similiar with alex :)💗



- Alex was murmuring some sort of internet-meme joke when Justin made a fool of himself in class, and no one heard it except you, which was why you bursted out laughing – causing everyone to look at you oddly.

- Alex thought this was cute though, since not many people understand his humour, sarcastic and sassy.

- One day during class, he gets picked on for a maths question, to save his embarrassment of not knowing the question, you answer it for him, so he waits outside after class for you to finish asking the teacher a homework question just to say thanks for saving his ass.

“ You really saved my life in there, me and math are clearly not a match made in heaven.”

- You offering to tutor him but he turns it down bc poor Alex is too awkward at first.

- He finally gives in, and your friendship blossoms from there.


- You catch him staring at you in class and he plays it off by ‘dropping’ his pen on the floor or faking a massive cough fit. (This is how I personally deal with awkward situations LMAO)

- Everyone being suspicious on how he was acting towards you.

“I have to cancel our study session today, I’ve got a date – well hopefully I do.”

“Who’s the lucky girl, Standall?”


- Sending each other SO MANY memes. And I mean SPAMMING LEVEL.

- Poor Alex getting teased so much when you guys became official. Mainly because the boys were not used to Alex talking to girls.

- A lot of the guys try to flirt with you to piss Alex off for fun, but their tactics don’t work on you – bc Alex is an angel and you’re so grateful to be his girlfriend.

“They’re idiots, don’t worry about them,” he says, before putting his arm around your shoulder and walking away.

- Alex needs to vent A LOT, because he keeps a lot of his emotions inside, and being the kind hearted person that you are, you’re always there to listen.

- When either of you are sad, it’s an automatic call for a cuddle session, usually on the couch, usually with pizza delivery and usually with a massive fluffy blanket.

“Wow you seem like you love that blanket more than me. Why are you snuggling it and leaving ME, it feels like the north pole over here!”

- *The type of person that says horror movies don’t scare them but starts shaking 10 minutes in.*


- You being the first person to ever see him cry, and the sight of him in such despair broke you heart.

- However, even though it’s you, he still has trouble with confiding his thoughts with you. Especially when he thought that you’d be sick and tired of what he thought, was a whiny attitude.

- You and Alex would never have fights, unless it was about him keeping things from you; him not wanting you to be upset or think badly of him, or leave him for his insecurities.

- You’d have to reinforce it to him SO MANY times, but don’t worry, he’s improving.

- You guys pull strengths from each other – in other words, he completes you and you make him feel the same. Alex doesn’t really have anyone to rely on, to trust, to love, but that changed when he met you. But this also means that he is extremely scared of losing you.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes Alex, and I love you too!”

“Please don’t ever leave me, I know I’m not perfe-”


- ALWAYS asking for your opinion about EVERYTHING. Clothes. Studying. Life. Name it.

- He’s always texting you in the middle of class whenever you guys have different subjects, 99.8% of the time it’s bitching about how boring school is, or how annoying everyone is or that he’s counting down the minutes until he gets to see you.


- You getting slightly scraped when you fell to the ground trying to separate his fight with Montgomery in the carpark.

- When he saw the cut on your elbow, he could have thrown Mr Porter into Montgomery’s Jeep and try to beat the shit out of Monte but he didn’t want to leave you hurt and by yourself.

- As much as you love Alex, he is incredibly stubborn and will refuse to believe that he is ever wrong, until you start ignoring him and that’s when it finally makes sense to him.

- Forehead kisses bc even though you’ve been dating for a while, the bOY IS STILL AWKWARD AF SOMETIMES so he just goes for the forehead, he finds it affectionate and adorable. (Plus he wants to smell your hair bc it’s always a nice flowery scent)- weird but very true

- Resting his head on your shoulder, or lying on your lap, explaining to you his dilemma of dorky things.

“ I don’t know whether I should read the Harry Potter series again, or watch the movies AND THEN read the books!” He says frustratedly.

“Why should it matter, goodness you’re such a geek!”

“I’m a cute one though.”

“I’d have to agree on that.”


FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ME ABOUT ANYTHING: I can do any character in 13 Reasons Why!

Note: Yes, the main message of 13 Reasons Why was to raise awareness for mental illness, peer pressure, rape and suicide, and how it can affect the lives of not only the victim, but those around them. 

If you ever need to talk, feel free to message me, or if not, talk to someone – an adult/parents/friends. :)

New Breed Wishlist

1) Water: something spooky and deep-water looking (like a gulper eel or sth) and also something more pretty and fish-like, like a betta or fancy goldfish.

2) Ice: CARIBOU OR ARCTIC FOX DRAGON PLS also give me a thick-scaled, nordic-looking dragon. lots of pointy bits and intense armor.

3) Fire: a six-limbed Salamander, please fr. I don’t care how you figure out the apparel for it IT’D BE PERF! also would be cool to have something that looks almost aquatic, that literally lives in lava.

4) Wind: I can wait a while since they already have two, but give me a delicate fairy dragon. Not like the Faes, something wispier, maybe with a fancy flowing mane.

5) Light: also needs to wait, but we need something a little more solid-looking. Paladin tank dragon.

6) Plague: kinda sad Bogs aren’t plague tbh. give us a fanged cobra-hooded dragon, sleek and dangerous. or a cute-but-creepy plaguerat.

7) Nature: also sad “Blooming” wasn’t little flower dragons. Would still love one of those. Also something long and short-limbed, made for living in trees.Make sure at least one is always in the Treaure MP, poor Nature.

8) Earth: give Earth their goatdergs damnit! also a cute little tortoise-like breed that is literally called a Pebble dragon. Imagine the cute

9) Shadow: trickster foxes or nekomata, please. I want more mamilian dragons. Also a breed that has the ability to literally enter shadows

10) Arcane: a dragon with skin like a sphynx cat, and flimsy-looking bat wings. they were warped by arcane energies and aren’t great fliers, but are excellent magic users. would also love to see another multi-eyed breed here, “third eye” and all that jazz

11) Lightning: if we can make Bogsneaks, can Lightning have a cyborg breed? Also something that lives in the desert! Like a roadrunner or gila monster.

Best Skee-ball Player in Toronto (Not my Jersey pt. 2)

anonymous asked: 

can you please do a part two of not my jersey? it was so good!

Word count: 2368

Warnings: Sorry if your name is Tom Hanson and you get offended by Mitch Marner punching you

Author’s note: Do you guys want another part? Let me know!

Part 1

Originally posted by wonthetrade

You were absolutely freaking out, to put it lightly. Tonight was your first date with Auston and you had no clue where you were going, which meant you had no clue what you were supposed to wear. You weren’t the type of person to stress about what to wear, so this was completely new to you. When you heard the door of the apartment open, you nearly sprinted out of your room.

“Mitch, what the hell am I supposed to wear?” You wail, throwing yourself into his arms. He stumbles back, awkwardly patting your back.

“Good afternoon to you too, (Y/N).” You groan.

“You’re not being funny. My date with Auston is literally in two hours and I don’t know what to wear.”

“Well where are you guys going?”

“That’s the problem; I don’t know where we’re going.”

“Ooh, that is a problem.” Mitch agrees.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. You’re Auston’s best friend. Where does he normally take girls on first dates?”

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Foreigner {2}

Jackson Wang X Reader


Word Count: 1,386

Anon asked: OMG! The dating Jackson one was so perf! <3 Could we maybe get a little Jackson fluff? Like maybe you are new to Korea and he’s one of the first people you run into and he’s just super sweet and helpful…or whatever you want!

Summary: You moved to Seoul, Korea only to find out that everything is so different than back home. Seeing you struggle to navigate, a man walks up to you to provide help but soon realizes you’re much more than a confused girl on the sidewalk (✿´‿`)

A/N: First off, I really like this request! Second, I’m in love with this gif. Third, I’ll update the next chapter sometime tomorrow!

(☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Requests open for got7 ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)

Originally posted by kpopeyton

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3

 As your eyes begin to flicker open, you shield yourself from the sun that’s beaming into your room. It doesn’t take long for you to recall the events of yesterday which cause you to smile brightly.
How does a stranger make me so happy?

 You get off of the bed that currently lays on the floor and walk over to your phone that was on top of a cardboard box. You hadn’t unpacked much of anything so your house was currently just filled with random furniture and boxes.

 When you pressed the home button, you noticed a few text messages. Two were from your best friend back home, asking about your first full day in Seoul and the other was from, Jackson?

Jackson Wang
Good morning! I don’t know what you're doing today but I’m free if you need me ^̮^

You blush after reading his message and then text him back.

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What went down in Darkblade
  • Ms. Bustier: all right we need a premise for this episode so it's time for student government elections
  • Chloé: and I'm gonna win!
  • Marinette: really? you're absolutely horrible to everyone
  • Marinette: there's literally one person who'd be willing to vote for you and I'm not even sure what her deal is
  • Sabrina: I desire death and destruction the way others desire the air they breathe
  • Marinette: face it Chloé, there's no way you're gonna win
  • Chloé: oh there is bc I blackmailed everyone
  • Marinette: everyone?
  • Chloé: yeah, everyone
  • Chloé: this is how politics works, dontcha know?
  • Marinette: wow that's some real subtle social commentary there
  • Marinette: well I guess I have to run against Chloé
  • Marinette: yay
  • Adrien: now let's see what I'm doing
  • Armand: *attacks Adrien with a sword*
  • Adrien: oh holy f**k a guy is attacking me with a sword
  • Armand: ha! I caught you unawares and successfully penetrated your defenses
  • Adrien: who are you and why are you attacking me with a sword
  • Armand: this is a move my ancestor devised, "dark blade"
  • Adrien: looks like a normal blade to me
  • Armand: no that's the name of my ancestor
  • Armand: or maybe the move he made up, it's not really clear
  • Adrien: that's really odd but whatevs
  • Armand: anyway according to very real history, my ancestor took over the city and then got killed
  • Armand: and then I ran for mayor to continue his legacy
  • Adrien: wow now I understand how André keeps winning
  • Armand: but someday the flag of my ancestor will fly again
  • Adrien: oh, so this is all setup for you to be akumatized, got it
  • Armand: what
  • Nadja: and we're live on TF1 News, here's Armand D'Argencourt who got three percent of the vote in the last mayoral election
  • Armand: oh f**k this
  • Hawkmoth: fly my akuma and all that s**t
  • Darkblade: I HAVE A SWORD
  • Nadja: are you gonna sword me with it?
  • Darkblade: no it's a laser sword
  • Nadja: why
  • Nadja: why not just have a regular sword? or if you're gonna have a laser then why does it have to be in a sword
  • Darkblade: kk you're transforming into one of my knights now
  • Nadja: ok does this mean I get cool fighting skills
  • Darkblade: no just armor
  • Darkblade: so you're pretty much useless and you're gonna be wrecked by Chat Noir
  • Nadja: darn
  • Marinette: ok back to me now
  • Chloé: so anyway my dad's running my student government campaign
  • Chloé: we've got a press event with Jagged Stone!
  • Marinette: this is totally excessive for a student government campaign
  • Marinette: like this would only make sense if you were trying to appeal to huge numbers of people who don't know you personally
  • Marinette: there are literally fourteen students in our class and all but one think you're awful
  • Sabrina: with every word from Chloé's lips our society inches towards its inevitable glorious demise
  • Chloé: this is how my father does politics though
  • Marinette: also doesn't he have mayoral duties to attend to
  • André: nah
  • Darkblade: hey mr. mayor come outta there so I can sword you
  • André: how about nah
  • Darkblade: you have nothing else to say to me?
  • André: nah
  • Darkblade: all right then imma use one of my knights as a battering ram
  • Nadja: I didn't ask for this
  • André: ok time to run and leave all these teens to secure the building, I'm sure they'll be fine
  • Chat Noir: hey Darkblade, knights to meet you!
  • Darkblade: imma sword you
  • Chat Noir: and imma sword you back
  • Jagged Stone: wow those two people are swording each other really hard
  • Jagged Stone: they must be crazed fans of my music so imma go out and play guitar for them
  • Jagged Stone: *plays epic rock solo as Chat Noir and Darkblade fight*
  • Chat Noir: omg this is perf
  • Jagged Stone: *shoots fire out of his guitar like he's in Mad Max*
  • Darkblade: YES
  • Darkblade: can you please play our battle music as we storm the mayor's palace
  • Jagged Stone: sure I got nothin better to do
  • Jagged Stone: have fun storming the palace
  • Darkblade: come forth, my armies!
  • Ladybug: ok Chat Noir let's kick some ass
  • Darkblade: now imma plant my flag and transform all of the people in Paris into my knights!
  • Darkblade: *plants flag*
  • Chat Noir: I'm callin your bluff bc I'm defs not a knight right now
  • Darkblade: it takes a while
  • Darkblade: see that black tube of stuff things?
  • Darkblade: you only become a knight when that passes through you
  • Chat Noir: that seems really arbitrary and unnecessary
  • Chat Noir: it gives us more time to stop you
  • Chat Noir: Hawkmoth coulda saved a lot of trouble by just having it be instantaneous
  • Darkblade: hmm good point I'll let him know
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Darkblade: wait I didn't finish letting him know!
  • Ladybug: good bc if he figured that out he might actually start winning
  • Ms. Bustier: and the new class representative is Sabrina bc we can't have Marinette be the best at literally everything
  • Ms. Bustier: also bc I deliberately miscounted the votes in her favor
  • Sabrina: as your representative I stand for bringing about the destruction of the world as we know it
  • Ms. Bustier: now THERE'S our realistic depiction of politics in action

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Heey! It’s Ivy! 
Well I’m here because I decided to make my very first follow forever! I’ve been blessed with 8k followers which makes absolutely no sense and even though I had my veeeeery long hiatus, you guys still sticked with me. So I just wanted to take a moment and tell each and every one of you how thankful I am for making my experience on this site as amazing as it is <3 

I had to choose between life and school, and as stupid as I am, I chose school…which is the main reason for my hiatus.. But I’m finally back again with my shitty edits, gifs and rants and I won’t disappear on you like I did last time! I’m atm actually scared of having so much time as I do..

Back to the ff –> I wanted to show some appreciation to all the blogs who made my lovely dash into this amazing place I can absorb myself into, allowing myself to get lost in both place and time… .Which is why you’re seeing this pose!

If we’re not mutuals or if we are but you forgot about me please don’t be scared ;; I want to thank everyone regardless of being a mutual or not :) And so I decided to write a little message to each blog because I love you all <3 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve, Peggy, and Sam in a poly relationship while they all fight together under the cap title. Not a single one of them has a single self-preservation gene in their body, and their battle plans are always reckless and spectacular.


“—only option, James. You know Sam can do it.”

“I said no. That’s final, Pegs.”

Oh, sweet Jesus. Not again.

“Buck, we’ll be fine. It’s no more dangerous than th—”

“I dare you to finish that sentence, Rogers.” Damn, he sounds hot like that. Sam bites away a smile as he rounds the corner. He’d left them alone for ten minutes to suit up and they’re already at each other’s throats. It’s almost enough to take the excitement out of wearing wings. Flying. He can fly.

“You are not doing anything reckless,” Bucky continues. “Sam’s only been out of the hospital for two months. You will not drag back into some harebrain—”

“Bucky, please.” Sam walks into the cargo hold and up to his boyfriend. Peggy smiles at him tiredly. He grabs Bucky’s hands and pulls him close. Physical touch always grounds Bucky even though sometimes he can’t handle it. He knows how worried Bucky can get, how worried he had been when Sam was hit. And he hates making Bucky worry, he hates making Bucky doubt and yet… “I’m completely capable of taking care of myself. I’m fine. I was cleared by Dr. Cho herself. Regeneration tech is the future.”

Bucky flushes, caught. His fingers tighten their hold on Sam’s. “You just got out of the hospital. I’m not letting you go into a situation where you can get hurt again.”

Sam softens. He rests his forehead against Bucky’s for a moment. “But that’s not your choice to make. We’re superheroes, sweetheart. This is what we do.”

Bucky swallows heavily, looking down on their entwined fingers. When he looks up, his face is carefully and completely blank. “Do whatever you want.”

He’s out of Sam’s hand and the room before Sam can react. Shit.

Steve starts after him, but Peggy pulls him back. “We don’t have time, Steve. He’ll be fine.” She rests her head on his arm. “We’ll all be fine. Bucky’s simply overthinking it. We have only have twenty more minutes to come up with a solid plan. That’s the best thing we can do right now.”

Steve sighs and nods. Despite his aching heart, Sam smiles and opens his arms to let Steve fall in. “Peggy’s right. It’ll be fine.”

“THIS IS NOT FINE! THIS IS SO FAR FROM FINE! STEVE, 5 and 8. PEGGY, BEHIND YOU.” Sam swoops down between two warehouses and knocks out two of the HYDRA agents as Steve round kicks the soldier who crept up on his five and somehow simultaneously just about beheads the other guy with the shield. Despite all the practice he’s had with it, he still can’t quite manage it like Steve does.

Sam touches down for a moment and uses that momentum to get back in the sky. Soaring between whizzing bullets, he gets his eyes on Peggy again…who is nowhere to be seen.

“Carter, you get in?”

When he doesn’t get an answer, “Red, I need eyes.”

<initiate seek protocol>

<infrared: negative>


<heat signature: negative>

<last known heat signatu

“Red? RED! No! Goddammit.” Sam sweeps back down, landing where he saw Carter last. There were no soldiers around, nothing. He couldn’t hear anything, not the bullets, not Steve or the shield, not Bucky or the quinjet.

It was too quiet. Dead silent.

“Peggy?” Sam whispers. Why, he doesn’t know. Probably because this is Creepy AF and he doesn’t do creepy, much less Creepy AF. He likes his life just fine, thanks.

See, here’s the thing, he’s been in enough combat situation to know this ain’t normal. Which means 0-84. Which means he should contact SHIELD. But he can’t. Because his communications are dead.


Just…so fucking great.

Sam pulls out his glock and does a perimeter check. Nothing.

So. She’s inside. She went inside the creepy base without backup. Now, to be completely honest, Sam totally understands why Bucky’s always harping on them. Because they pull shit like this. Unnecessary shit. Not that she can’t take care of herself, but there’s three of them for a reason.

He remains alert as he slips into the base with an open door. No locks, no keypads, nothing. Again, creepy.

Maybe Wanda and Nat should’ve taken this case. They probably have a better background in this sort of stuff.

He clears each room as fast as he could while also being thorough and keeping an ear out for the comms getting back up again. He goes to the basement before the upper levels. He touches every piece of equipment he can. He touches half-filled coffee mugs and toasters. They’re all cold. There’s no one around. It’s like there’s never been anyone around except all the equipment is state-of-the-art and there are no cobwebs anywhere. It’s clean. Perfect.


Could he be hallucinating?

He can’t see Peggy anywhere. He can’t hear anything aside from himself. Not the ventilation systems. The quiet…the quiet is almost deafening. It can’t be real.

This can’t be real.

Sam sprints down the stairs and outside. The sun feels  warm. He can feel the breeze on his skin. He darts between trucks, cold trucks, to where he saw Steve last, but there’s no one there. No Steve. No fallen soldiers. No bleeding guards. Nothing except abandoned vehicles and buildings.

This isn’t right.

He has to get outta here. He has to find Peggy and Steve. He has to get back to Bucky. He hasーhas toー

The quinjet.

He needs to get back the quinjet.

Bucky parked the quinjet 1.3 miles from the base, 17 degrees southwest.

“That’s.” Sam gulps. “That’s…alright, so the sun’s over there and so I need to…over here. There. Somewhere. Right. Sam, you got this. You gotーIs…is that smoke? Please tell me it ain’t smoke. Oh, no no nononononono.”

All thoughts of a solid plan slip out of his mind and he runs towards theーyep, smoke. Smoke means fire. Fire never means anything good.

Panic bubbles through him and he tries to regulate his breathing before he passes out or something equally stupid. The closer he gets, the stronger the pungent smell of smoke is, the more ashes float to the ground and here he is, running into a forest fire. Any other day, he’d be hightailing the other way, but this is Bucky. This is Bucky. His lover, his family, their forever.

Sam shrugs off his jacket and balls it up to cover his face as he moves closer, slower, more careful. Bucky has to be okay. Bucky will be okay. And then they’ll go back and find Peggy and Steve. It’ll be fine.

It’ll be fine.

It’ll be finー

“Sam? Is thatー”


“Peggy!” He runs towards the direction of her voice only to bound back when the air around him burns.

“Sam!” A shout.


Sam runs.

He waves a hand in front of him, trying to clear the heat from blurring his vision, but that only makes him cough.

Covering his face almost completely, he searches for her voice. Her voice. That’s what’s important. Forget everything else. Forget the heat. Forget the panic. It’s okay. It’ll be fine. “Peggy, talk to me. Hey girl. Please. What are you doing out here?”

“Iー” she coughs then chokes. “I’m okay. I came toーfind….Bucーky. Somethーing was s-strange. Iー”

“Yeah, me too,” he replies and peeks over his covering. His vision blurs and dances, but he can see her on the ground, Steve hovering on her side overー




“Come here,” Steve gasps out. “I’m trying to wakeーhim up. But he won’tーyou were a paramedic.”

Steve looks up at him, his eyes wide. He was trembling. “Sammy, you gotta save him. You have to save hi-im. Sammy please.”

Sam makes himself move. He has to. He has to try.

A sob ripped out of Peggy when he comes closer. He feels her cold touch on his arm, gripping.

“I tried to help,” she says.

“I couldn’t get him out, she says.

“He was alreadyー”

Sam can’t take his eyes off Bucky. Burnt, bleeding, broken and bruised. He’s not moving. Every second between Steve’s desperate CPR, he’s not moving. He’s just…there. He’s just…a body. Like Riley had been. A pile of bones and marred flesh. He’s just

Peggy’s hand falls away.



“Sam! Sam, I need you to hear me, okay? I need you to breathe. Count and breathe. Deep breaths. For me. For your Bucky. Please.”

Bu “ーcky?”

He doesn’t wake up to incessant beeping.

Sign #1: he’s actually dead and in heaven

He doesn’t open his eyes to bright white lights either. He’s in the dark and warm. He takes a deep breath and feels a familiar touch on his sternum. He looks down and there’s nothing there. There’s no one here.

And then, the noises reach him and he almost dies in relief. Sounds. Thank god.

He swallows dryly and tries to move. He manages to get an arm up before it flops back down as exhaustion floods his system.

“ーrrified, but he’s okay now. Tony came by to visit. You know what he’s like. Pepper was with him which was nice. We talked…”


Is thatー

Sam opens his eyes, blinking against the lights until a dark form appears before him. “Peggy?”

“Yes, Sam, I’m right here.” Her arms encircle his.

“Peggy…you’re…” alive.

“Yes, I’m okay, Sam. I’m completely fine, darling.” She soothes away the frown between his eyebrows before kissing him on his forehead.

“What happened?”

“Magic. It was a spell.” Peggy grimaces. “Strange helped us with it.”

He catches her arm and drops a kiss in the middle of her palm. When she smiles at him, he tugs her close to give her a real kiss. He tangles his fingers in her hair and holds her steady. She’s warm under his fingertips, moving and smiling. Oh, thank God she’s okay. She’s here. Right here. She’s safe. Sam, it’s okay. She’s safe. He pulls back a little to look at her. “Are you okay?”

Pain flits through her eyes as she nods, echoes of his own, of whatー

Sam jolts up in his seat, almost butting into Peggy.

“SAM!” Peggy tries to push him down, but Sam’s out of the bed and out the door before she can.

He follows the voices down the hallway to the living room where Steve andーBucky. Sam’s across the room in a flash and in Bucky’s lap. Bucky who is warm and moving. Bucky who isn’t burned or broken.

“Whoa, darling. You alright?” Bucky grins at him.

Sam dips down to kiss his boyfriend before he starts crying. Blindly, he reaches for Steve and pulls him close, sliding an arm around Steve’s neck.  He gasps when Steve joins them, his face smushed against Sam’s, his hard body pressed against his side, his back…just present. He pulls away from Bucky to pull Steve into a deep kiss. You’re okay. You’re all okay. Thank God.

Thank God. Thank God. Thank God.

Steve wraps himself around Sam, his warmth sinking in Sam’s skin and he basks in it. Peggy joins them a few seconds later, pressing a open-mouthed kiss on Sam’s exposed throat and he shudders. They’re all here. They’re all safe.

It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.

Taurus Sun Aquarius Moon - Exanonanon please,perience with Signs

Aries - They are really amazing fun friends who were always there for me in my time of need. But in exchange I have to be supportive and understanding of all their crazy impulsive usually Bad decisions. But somehow, they always make it out alright???? So envious of how fearlessly true to themselves they are.

Taurus - I love Taurus, they are sweethearts. But somehow I find it hard to get close to them. Maybe because we are both used to ppl appraching us and making the first steps? Idk. Anyway fun fact, I’m usually super attracted to visual mediums made by other Tauruses. Taurean directors, designers, and editors are always my fave. Does this happen to anyone else?

Gemini - Gems are so fun. Nobody can get me talking like a Gem. Kings and Queens of banter (which is perf for me because too much talking abt deep shit can leave me feeling exhausted tbh). Also non-judgemental so I can be as weird as I want. Hard to get close to tho and their restlessness is tiring for me. My fave musical artists are Gemini.

Cancer - I attract so many cancer friends??? The Ultimate Mom Friends. At theit best, they are super loving and caring and will remeber tiny details about you. But also they expect u to read their minds and u may accidentally hurt their feelings by breathing. And if they don’t like someone… do NOT bring them within two hundred meter radius of them. But still, the truest of friends.

Leo - Competitive and prideful AF. When something good happens to u, u never feel like they can be truly happy for you. At the same time, they are so fun to be around and can make even the most redundant task into a Good Time. They know how to make people around them feel special and will defend u when ppl talk behind ur back.

Virgo - I have a hard time vibing with Virgos. Maybe bc we are both detached af. Also Im air dom so I find virgos too grounded into reality for me if that makes sense? They are also judgemental. But from far, they seem like cool people that got their shit together and I admire that. All the cool minimalist aesthetic, and super organized fandom blogs I follow are ran by them. Great eye for editing and super informative.

Libra - Forever that friend I really hit it off with one time at that one party but we never actually get around to hanging out. Hilarious af and conversation flows easily with them. However, can be a bit too clingy and socially needy imo. Stop trying to get validated by others, please.

Scorpio - They into that mind reading shit cancers are into. Love to tell me about myself and fuck it, sometimes they are right. Always up to have those deep soul-searching conversations (then I go talk to my Gemini friends to relax). Intense, passionate, and exude a lot personal magnetism. But my air moon self can get exhausted trying to keep up with their emotionally draining asses.

Saggitarius - I can count on them to make me feel like I live the most boring existance of life. They always have MORE experiences that were BETTER and more life-changing. Oh and they could be hanging with like 4 different people that are more important than you at the moment, just fyi. But once you get past their self-aggrandizing bs, they are freaking hilarious and suprisingly generous. Btw a big no (for me) to the super bossy ain’t-shit sag men.

Capricorn - I literally don’t know a single capricorn like that. Where my cap men at? I have a Cap descedant and venus in 10th so Im trynna holla at y'all.

Aquarius - Used to be my least favourite sign, then I found out its my moon lol. They truly believe they are Perfect and beyond reproach. Always talking about how things Should Be but not doing a damn thing about it. Like idg why they have such big egos when they arent even doing anything with their lives???? Well, at least they are smart well-informed people. And they try really hard to appear as inclusive and non-judgemental as possible. (Key word: appear)

Pisces: Their hair is so big because its full of secrets! Seriously, Im quite secretive but even I will find myself opening up to them without even thinking. They just have such an approachable, open and receptive air. Strangers also seem to randomly approach them a lot so when hanging out with them u oddly meet new people like that. Idk its strange. They are nice but be careful. If u hurt them, they wont hesitate to demolish u in the ugliest way possible.

JEALOUS (GOT7 Oneshot)

Characters: You x GOT7 x 2PM

Genre: Fluff/Comedy (IDK)

Length:  1814 words

Plot: The GOT7 boys get jealous because they caught you watching a different boy group while they were performing.

This just came out of nowhere after watching the sexy version of If You Do and iKON’s perf in Hunan TV HAHAHA - 

Apologies for putting in Noona again!  I was so used to it already but I promise to make scenarios for younger readers :D


It is the year-end programs again. You, as one of the rising celebrities in Korea, got invited to host the MBC Gayo Daejun along with some other artists from different entertainment companies.

Being part of JYP Nation, there is a lot of pressure on your part hosting a very prestigious year-end program from one of the leading TV networks in South Korea, though you are confident enough that you can do well. It is also good that your sunbaes and friends from JYP like 2PM and GOT7 are there to perform it makes you feel secured and more confident.

“Are you okay, noona?” JB whispered on your ear and wrapped an arm around you. You nodded your head.  

“Everything will be OK, noona! I am positive that you will slay.” Jackson winked at you and you smiled dearly.

“Thanks, boys, I will do my best.  Good luck on your performance too!”  You raised a thumb up.  

“Make sure to watch our performance later, noona. We are going to perform a sexy version on If You Do! You will see our manlier side.”  Bambam butt in and you laughed at them.

“Of course, I will make sure to watch you guys.”  You gave them taps on their shoulders before your name was called to signal the opening of the program.

“_________-noona Hwaiting!!!” Youngjae screamed and the others clapped at you happily. You waved and winked at them before making your way towards the stage.

The show went on pretty well and your hosting part has been finished. You will be staying on the backstage for the meantime until your part comes on again (which aint gonna happen in the next 392362 hours) so you just happily rested on the dressing room you shared with GOT7 and 2PM. You are watching random performances of other boy groups and realized that your favorite groups are going to perform as well. Unfortunately, it is for a different year-end program… and it is in China.

You took out your phone and search for live stream links where you can watch the year end program. Gladly, you found one and accessed it immediately, hoping that your favorite group hasn’t performed yet.  

Luckily, you made it just in time because iKON was just announced to be taking the next stage. You happily watched the boys as they sang to your favorite rock version of Rhythm-Ta. Smiling and grinning from ear to ear like a teenager while singing along with them.  You didn’t care if anyone on the room hears you because you were too absorbed by the boys’ performance.  The performance ended and you still have a good hour to spare before you come up the stage.

You stood up to grab a bottle of water and yelped when you saw the GOT7 boys staring back at you with not-so-satisfied faces.

“Hey!  I didn’t know that you came in.  How are you guys?” You looked at them innocently. No one responded.

“Uhm, why are you guys looking at me like that?” Asking them while looking up to their sweaty forms, still not realizing what you have done wrong or why these boys are staring at you weirdly.

“Noona, may I check your phone please?” Jinyoung asked, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Uhm, why? Do you need to call someone?” You said, still oblivious to the point that the boys are trying to make.

“Well, we just wanted to know what you were up to while we are performing.” Mark said bluntly and you looked at them one by one. You gasped when you realized one thing.  Before you can even react, Jackson came running in with a towel on his hands and a bottle of water.

“So, noona, how was our performance, did you get to see it? We’re so sexy, aren’t we?” Jackson tells you happily, a very wide smile plastered on his face while wrapping his arms around Mark’s shoulders.

“Aigoo…” You did a facepalm and swiveled your chair around to face them.  Jackson spoke again while you try to come up with an excuse to what you did.

“Hey, what’s up with everyone, why do you look so sad?  Is there something wrong?”  Jackson asked everyone.

“Why don’t you ask ______-noona what is wrong.” JB said loudly and you close your eyes in frustration.

The realization took over and you totally missed watching their performance, despite the multiple reminders of Bambam before the show started.  You cannot look at them because they all have this serious, disappointed look on their faces but Jackson.

“Huh?  Noona, what’s wrong?  What is JB-hyung talking about?”  Jackson asked, looking at you.

“Ugh, mianhae, boys.  I was so caught up with… with the video that’s why I didn’t notice the time… but I really took note of it, I was about to watch you guys…”

“But then you were watching iKON on your phone…” Bambam reacted and you ran your hand through your hair.

“WHAT?  DOES THAT MEAN YOU DIDN’T WATCH US?”  Jackson shouted and before he can even react again;

“I know that you are really a fan of YG, noona, but at least you could’ve watched us first?  I mean… you told me we are your younger brothers, right?  And you love us?”  Yugyeom pouted and the rest just bowed their heads.

“I am really sorry, JB, Jackson, Mark, Yugy, Bam, Youngjae, and Jinyoung.  I was just really caught up with iKON’s performance-“

“Do you prefer them over us, noona?  I am so hurt.”  Jinyoung clutched his chest and put on his actor face.

“I cannot believe this.  I thought that we put our family first.  We treat you as our older sister and you promise to support us all the way, and then you forget to watch just because…”  Jackson shook his head dramatically, Mark began stroking his back as if to comfort him.

“Don’t worry, Jackson.  You have me; I will always put you first, unlike noona.” Mark said and you rolled your eyes.

“I put in a lot of effort to look sexy at that performance, because I know that you will be watching – noona how can you do this to us?” Youngjae hid his face on his hands, JB soon wrapping an arm around him.  

“OK GUYS, enough of the emotional blackmail.”  They finally allowed you to speak.  You stood up and cross your hands over your chest.

“Look, for the nth time today, I am sorry for not being able to watch your performance.  I really took note of it; however, you already know since day 1 that I am a huge fan of YG artists, right?  I really tend to fangirl over them… Just because that’s how it is.  Please understand and forgive me.”  You plead and they looked at you with sad eyes.

“That’s still not a good excuse for me, I am not convinced.  How about you guys?”  JB looked at the members and they all shook their heads.

“Ugh, JB come on!”  You pouted, you saw Youngjae smile at the corner of your eye.  JB nudged him with his shoulder and he put on a straight face again.

“Seriously, you are taking this too far?”  You put both of your hands on your hips and stared at them.  The maknaes including Jackson looked scared, but the hyungs glared at them and they tried their best to look disappointed.  You caught it pretty well and decided that eight can play this game.

“Are you really that jealous with iKON, huh?”  You asked everyone.

“Of course not!”  Jinyoung exclaimed.

“I am not jealous with them.  In fact you can watch their video again if you want to, I don’t care.”  Jackson spat and you smiled.

“Why will I be jealous if I can wear this kind of shirt on live TV, I am sexy and I know it.”  Bambam bluffed and the members rolled their eyes at him.

“Okay, fine.  Convince yourselves that you are not jealous with them.  I mean, I like iKON, but I LOVE GOT7.  There is a huge difference, and you guys should know that by now.”  You blurted and they looked up to you with gleaming eyes.

“Did iKON get the chance to eat my home cooked food? Did they get the chance to play video games and basketball with me?”  They shook their heads and I smiled.

“Do you really love us, ______-noona?”  Youngjae asked this time.

“Of course!”  You said confidently and the boys looked at each other.  Mark whispered something on JB’s ear and he nodded enthusiastically.

“If you really love us, you will do aegyo. Right here, right now.”  JB said, still with a smug on his face.  You rolled your eyes and stomped your feet.  You suck at giving out aegyos.  It’s just not your personality.

“UGH JB PLEASE!  You know I cannot do those things.”  You cross your arms again on your chest.

“Then you don’t really love us – I told you guys, she really loves iKON more.”  Bambam says.

“I wonder if it is BI who will tell her to do aegyo, maybe she’ll do it in a split second.”  Jinyoung stated as a matter-of-factly.

You rolled your eyes and began singing gwiyomi.  The boys are now looking at you even your 2PM oppas, which made your face as red as a ripe tomato.

“GWIYOMI, GWIYOMI!”  You screamed as the song ended. The GOT7 boys started laughing so hard, your 2PM oppas, who are a bit far from you, clapped their hands and shouted saying that you look cute.  You hid your face on your hands.

The boys are still laughing their asses out so you stood up and slapped all of their shoulders.

“Yah!  That wasn’t funny at all!  I am so embarrassed.”  You pouted and Bambam approached you all of a sudden.

“Noona, look at this.”  Bambam showed you his phone and the IDIOT ACTUALLY TOOK A VIDEO OF YOU DOING THE AEGYO THING and you didn’t even notice because your eyes were closed the whole time.  Your eyes widened and tried to take the phone from him, but he immediately pulled back.

“Yah!  Bambam delete that video right now!”  You are so mad and about to grab it again when Jinyoung took it before you and speak up.

“Hmm… Noona, we will only delete the video if you will treat us for dinner tonight.  Deal?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you shot him a death glare.  This boy really is an evil backstabber.  Since you really don’t have any escape, you nodded your head and the boys cheered in delight.

“Noona really loves us, now I know.”  JB winked at you before wrapping an arm on your shoulders, the rest followed suit, engulfing you in their large embraces.

“Aish, these boys will be the death of me, I swear to God.”  You cursed under your breath.

Crush (Part 3)

it was just awkward. 

we were currently sitting in a lovely restaurant, sitting on a table for two on a beautiful garden. i had to admit she did a good choice on the place, but one thing that i couldn’t get out of my head is that i was just sitting in front of my all time Crush’s girlfriend: Arzaylea (a.k.a the crazy bride).

We didn’t speak at all in the whole ride or when we got here, or at least i didn’t. She threw random comments every 5 minutes, none of them having anything to do with the party or me kissing her future husband. i don’t know what i am doing here (That’s for sure), but the only thing i truly knew is that i needed to leave.

“You don’t even need to look at the menu” she says putting it away “the cheesecake here is out of this world, i hope you aren’t allergic to cream cheese, are you?” 

i blink various times in confusion. “Em.. no, Cheesecake is alright” i nod. “Why do you ask?” i say confused  

“Good” she smiles “Well, Luke told me once that you are one of the most allergic person he’d ever met” she chuckles “i just want to make sure nothing in you meal is dangerous, We don’t want a trip to the hospital, do we?” 

Oh, believe me, i would rather have a trip to the hospital right now. 

“He also said” she keeps talking “that you know a lot about photography, is that true?” 

“Em..” i struggle talking. he told her about me “Yeah, i used to take a lot of lessons, but not anymore” i hawk “Since i left Sydney, i left photography aside” 

she sighs “That’s a shame” she says, raising her hand to attract the attention of any waiter around “I was hoping that maybe you could help me choose a good photographer for the wedding, Since you know a lot and everything has to be just perf-” 

“Can we cut the shit?” i say snapping her off what she was saying. “i appreciate a lot that you had the detail of bringing me here.. but i don’t get it” i shook my head “I kissed your fiancee” i chuckle like if that was a funny fact “Aren’t you mad?” 

her jaw clenches and she sighs heavily. the waiter comes to us and she quickly order for the two of us and gives him the menu’s making him go as soon as possible. so now she was ready to talk. 

“Mad? Of course i am” she says like it was the most obvious thing in the world “You embarrassed me at my own Engagement party, What were you thinking?” 

“I was drunk” i explain, obviously being ashamed of the whole situation “i was deeply drunk, okay? it just happened but i don’t understand how can you be so.. nice to someone who did something like that to you” 

“I know” she says showing no emotions at all “I know you we’re drunk, and i know you may be a little confused” she explains “But Luke has a big appreciation for you, and believe it or not, he was the one who brought me to this” 

i take a deep breath “Does he?” i freak out. 

“Yeah” she nods “he believes we can be good friends, so i thought about and said: Why don’t we give it a go?” she finishes taking out a pair of sunglasses out of her purse and putting them on. 

i sigh and reach for the cup of water that’s been sitting in front of me for a long time and taking a big sip to relax myself. 

“He talks about you a lot and and i know he misses that friendship you had” the word friendship resounds in my head like an echo “so is better if we just talk everything out, leave the situation as a simple mistake, and maybe someday you could come and visit us. i know Luke would love catching up with you” 

i smile at the thought of having to talk to him again like in old times, but.. this was just too weird. 

“Luke and i..” i start talking, but the words are hard to find “We were best friends, but the thing is “ i sigh “I always had a thing for him… i still do” i smile awkwardly “He was always the one i wanted but obviously he never saw me like anything more than a friend”  

she seems to be uncomfortable by my confession but she stills encourages me to go on with a simple gesture. 

“That is kind of the reason i stopped talking to him, it was just to harsh for me, besides the distance and all of that stuff” i explain “and i am not gonna lie, i thought i forgot him about a month ago until i got that invitation, and.. i was a mess”

“I’m sorry” she says 

“It’s fine” i speak quickly “maybe i am a little disappointed that i never had the chance to at least try to date him, but i am happy that he is getting married” i say smiling “he deserves it, he is such a sweet boy, you are a lucky girl”

She smiles at my lasts words and stares at me with attention “Em.. he never mentioned that you him” she says slowly and nodding to herself 

“I never told him” i say shrugging “Please don’t tell him” i beg “I am extremely sorry for doing what i did… and i know that you guys probably tell each other everything.. but please don’t tell him about this” 

she sighs and nods at my petition, i am still not sure if i should trust on her, since she was his fiance and i kissed him on her face without an explanation, i shouldn’t have said anything, she’ll probably tell him anyways. 

“i understand…it was an accident” she says looking down “i am mad, but i’ll try to forgive you.. in the meantime, i would really like you to come to our place sometime, Luke’s been homesick and since his family came by he is been worst now than they are gone, maybe.. if you could pass by, on Friday maybe?” 

i shrug, not sure what to say. wow, seeing Luke again, for more than 5 minutes and sober? that sounded like a challenge that would probably fuck me up, but i couldn’t say no to that, he was homesick and i know how does feel. he is a sensitive boy and at the end of the day, What’s the worst thing that could happen?. 

“Okay” i accept “i’ll go, but i will take Sam with me” 

she smiles and get up from her seat, walking up to me and hugging me, taking me by surprise. the crazy bride is hugging me and i am still assimilating how can she be so friendly with someone who kissed her fiance, but i let it go and hug her too. Maybe being friends with her is not that bad. 

She was right. That cheesecake was awesome, and somehow we managed to have a good conversation, trying our best to not make it uncomfortable though. After an hour or two since she dragged me out of my apartment, she finally gave me a ride here, and now i could finally come in, make some dinner and relax. 

i pull the door open, and step into my little home, letting out a big relieving sigh and resting my weight on the door after i close it. 

“I’m home” i announce.

i don’t hear anything, i can’t feel Sam’s presence around the apartment so for a couple of minutes i doubt if he is even in the room. i walk into the living room and he wasn’t there, or in his room. i hear noises on the kitchen, so i walk myself there. 

i find Sam in the corner of the kitchen counter, there was a delicious smell of spices and cream in the air, but for my surprise, he wasn’t alone. he was heavily making out with a guy, making him sit on the kitchen counter while Sam kissed him passionately. 

“oh god, my eyes!” i exclaim covering my eyes with both hands, making them turn around and notice me. 

i hear Sam laughing. “Excuse you, i was about to give this cutie a blowjob, weren’t you supposed to be with that crazy bride?” 

i uncover my eyes, giving him a bored look “How funny Sammy” 

my eyes widen when i finally see the face of the guy who Sam is so excited to give a blowjob to, i just can’t believe it. how many things do i have to realize today?!. 

“Calum!” i say exclaim “oh god! Are you..? what, i didn’t know” i say to my self, being way too surprised for this. 

“Yeah, i am, nice to see you too” he chuckles getting down on the counter and putting an arm around Sam’s waist. “Long time no see” 

i am too surprised for this, my best friend is hooking up with the best friend of my ex best friend. What’s next?. i don’t think anything can surprise me more than this now. 

“Aren’t you hooking up with another guy?” i ask Sam who has a cheeky smile on his face. 

“No” he shrugs. “We went to party the other day, but i lost him, and that guy was there… What was his name?” Sam says thinking out loud, saying different names out loud trying to get the right one. 

“No offense, but you are such a slut dude” i say sighing and leaving my purse down on the counter, to then reach a sit for myself. 

“Aw thanks” he winks and then leans down to whisper something on Calum’s ear. 

Not saying anything else, Calum looks back at him and nods, takes his phone gives me a short hug after such a long time of not seeing each other and leaves the apartment, leaving me and Sammy alone so i could tell him everything about today. 

“How did it go?” he asks taking a look at the oven, probably cooking dinner for the two of us. 

“She says she want us to be friends” i sigh “Also, apparently Luke misses me so much, he’s so homesick that she wants to invite me over to their lovely home and catch up with Luke” i explain, resting my elbows on top of the counter and leaning on it. 

“Shit” he says walking up to me, so we could talk face to face. 

“i know” i sigh “i thought i was done talking about him, or even thinking of him” 

Sam nods and copies my position “What are gonna do?” he asks looking at me with attention. 

i shrug “i guess i’m going” i say smiling a little “i know how hard it is being homesick, and if he misses me that much, then i guess i have no choice” 

i feel Sam pulling me into a hug, feeling his support from best friend to best friend. i don’t know what i would do without Sammy. 

“Will you come with me?” i say into our hug, not giving him any details on how this is going to be, i just don’t want to be alone in this. 

“And see that hottie of your all time crush?” he says jokingly “Sure, why not?” 

i laugh and pull him more into me “thanks, you’re the best” 

“I know” he chuckles. 

maybe seeing Luke again won’t be that bad. 

Maybe we will be friends again. 

Maybe he’ll know i like him 

Maybe he’ll like me back 

Maybe he’ll call out the wedding and we’ll escape and live a happy life together in a big house back in Sydney with three kids and a dogs. 

Well, no, What am i even thinking of this?. This is going to be awful. 


First night, wedding night

Naruto: Finally! You and I alone! Hinata, what do you say, need any help getting off that dress-ttebayo? HeeHee

Hinata: N-Naruto-kun… –she looked away to hide that dark shade of red that was covering her cheeks-

Naruto: -getting very close to her- Hinata… You are so beautiful. Not just the way you look, but also the way you act. You got me excited just by saying my name in that cutest manner only you can say it. –he walked past her to turn off the lights. His hands grabbed her waist to guide her towards the bed- Now. Let me show you how much I love you.

Hinata: -her glowing eyes fixing his, she smiled gently and let herself carried away by his intense passion. It was love in its purest form.- I love you, Naruto-kun.


Sakura: Why do you have to go so early on your mission tomorrow? It’s our wedding night.

Sasuke: You know why, Sakura. Why are you wasting precious time on asking futile questions? –he walked towards her to lift her up in his arms again and placed her on the bed. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his playful hands lifting the dress off her legs and his body moving closer and closer to hers. God, he looked so handsome from up close, she couldn’t avoid the blush.-

Sakura: Sasuke-kun, please… Be gent…

Sasuke: I know. I know, my beautiful wife. –His smile made her blushing even more obvious. His ticklish fingers while taking off her dress causing her to giggle and the sight of her laying naked underneath him confused him a bit.  She was cute and hot at the same time. Sakura never saw Sasuke blushing that way before. It was a first night to remember for the rest of their lives.


Temari entered the hotel room with her eyes being covered by her husband’s hands. She reacted with a loud exhale at the sight of the floor covered with flower petals of all colors and the enormous bed beautifully arranged with satin sheets. Shikamaru took his queen’s hand to guide her towards the bed. Without parting their lips from the intense kiss, they tried to take off each other’s clothes.

Shikamaru – after getting under the sheet on top of his beautiful naked wife, still kissing the life off her- Mmmh, my queen –he took a break to admire her. His gaze upon her body was so intense, Temari started to bite her lips already missing his- How much I’ve waited for this moment. At last, I can have you all for myself. Waiting was so troublesome, but you sure make the waiting worth.

Temari: -his intense kisses, his lustful caresses, his gentile thrusts made her squeeze her eyes and continuously moan in pleasure. She was the queen of the desert, but in bed, he was the king of her world.-


Ino: Mmm! Sai! Sai! Stop! I want this to be romantic. This is our first night. –she pushed the man on top of her in order to stop his cute nibbles all over her body-

Sai: I can be romantic, but I want you so badly. Ino, you are gorgeous! Let me make love to you. I can’t wait.

Ino: -her arms surrounding his neck got him immobilized.- You want to make love to me? Well, you won’t. Because tonight, on our first night I will make love to you and it will be on my terms. –she roughly pushed his back against the bed and started kissing his lips gently. The man underneath her seemed so tense and anxious. She loved keeping him waiting as she teased his body with long hot kisses holding his wrists tight against the bed preventing him from moving. It was her first time, but she was so carried on, the pain didn’t even matter. They both wanted this to happen so much that when it finally happened their moans and groans were heard in the entire hotel.-


Karui: Choji, I… I…

Choji: Look at me. -he grabbed her chin to lift her face- Everything will be alright. I love you.

Karui: I know, but… I want this night to be perf….

Choji: No. I understood you wanted the wedding to be perfect, so I let you organize it, but this night, this night you let yourself in my hands. Close your eyes, my lovely bride. -everything was sweet about Choji. His lips, his touches, his smile, his kisses, his glances, his moves. He took Karui to another world, a world she wanted to be trapped in forever.-


Lee: Tenten… –sitting on one side of the bed- What should we do now?

Tenten: -sitting on the other- Why are you asking me? You’re the man. Baka! –she said in a calm tone, almost sounded like a whisper. She couldn’t even think about what was going to happen without feeling extremely flustered.

Lee: -suddenly getting up and walking towards her- That’s right! I am the man! –When he thought he caught the courage to take the initiative, seeing her pretty face glaring up at him with those big sparkling eyes made his heart melt- Tenten! –his hand grabbed hers and brought it close to his lips- You are so…. so…. Ah! Tenten! –Seeing her husband being so nervous and so cute, she couldn’t help her urge to kiss his hot lips. She dragged him on top of her and they kissed. A long sweet kiss that turned both of them on, especially Lee. It felt like a fire ignited inside of him. It was a long eventful night for both of them. He kept whispering in her years how beautiful she was and she squeezed his body against hers all night, refusing to let go. –

Tenten: I will never let go of this moment, Lee!

Lee: Like if I’d ever let you, my beautiful wife.

Requested by my LT friend Corey. Tagging my adorable LeeTen friends metaruricecake and teacher-monica and also my ShikaTema besties glow-241o and lolli-pop666 I love you guys!

leina does a thing; masterlist/guide to playing japanese charactersayo….. so in light of the recent discussions in the rpc i decided to infiltrate the comm with more poc!!! yas! oh and also since i hit 800 today, this is a thing i did for that so… go me!!! anyway i decided it would be a good idea to make a sort of…. thing for ppl interested in playing japanese characters a little better?? this includes male/female names, last names, some fcs you can play, and my own notes about japanese culture. before u ask, yes i’m half japanese and i do speak u dickstick. :)))) pls enjoy,,,,, どうぞよろしくお願いいたします!<3

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Soulmate: Steve Rogers

This is my fic for @spiderprker . Merry Christmas babes

Soulmates. The person you were destined to be with. You grew up hearing how your parents and grandparents met. You dad had fallen during art class and died his whole arm neon pink. Your grandma had been baking a cake when she dropped the pan on her foot burning a mark onto her skin.

That’s how everyone “knew” who their soulmate was. Soulmates shared marks and pain, anything that had to do with your body. Drawings, tattoos, bruises, anything that would make an impression.

As you grew up though, you never found an unknown mark on your skin. Not one bump or bruise, not an accidental pen mark. Nothing. Your friends laughed because what if you didn’t have a soulmate. You never let them affect you when you were younger, claim your soulmate was perfect and never made a mistake.

As you got older though, you began to doubt it. It was rare for a person to not have a soulmate. Your mom always gave you a small smile when your cousin came over, showing her latest bruise or drawing on her skin.

She knew that you would never admit it, but you resented everyone one you knew who talked about soulmates.

When you turned 18, you couldn’t handle the looks of pity anymore and moved to New York. A fresh start. No one would have to know that you didn’t have a soulmate.

And that’s what you did. You made friends, got a job you loved. You never really thought about soulmates anymore, unless you were home at night by yourself, your neighbors laughing loudly.

You had been in New York for a couple years when it appeared. A bruise, on your abdomen, large and about the size of a large fist. Shaking your head you tried to think of when you were hit, and looked around your room for anything of that size.

Frowning when you were met with nothing you sighed and went to work, setting a reminder to call your mom in the morning. On the way out the door you ran into the counter, cursing when you looked at your hip to find a small oval bruise starting to form.


“Welcome to the 21st century Captain.” Nick said to Steve as he walked into the room the men had led Steve to after he had tried to escape.

“Who are you?” Steve asked the man crossing his arms over his chest, cautious of the man in front of him. Last thing he remembered is putting the plane into the ice. Bucky was gone, his soulmate seemed to be nonexistent. He had nothing to live for and now here he was. In a strange room, with a strange man, in a strange century.

“Nick Fury. I helped get you from the ice. Nice to finally meet you Captain.” Nick said watching the blonde man in front of him, afraid that he would try and run again, frowning when he saw Steve wince suddenly.

“You alright Captain?” he asked the taller man as Steve uncrossed his arm, raising his shirt.

Shaking his head “Yea I jus-“he began stopping as he watched a yellow bruise starting to form on his hip. When the bruise was fully formed he looked up at Nick, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Well Captain, it looks like your soulmate just ran into the corner of something.” Nick said waving a doctor in to start taking some tests.

Even though you had promised yourself no one in New York would find out that you didn’t have a soulmate you had ended up telling your best friends, Kate and Lauren. So when you told them that you had a bruise on your stomach they had pulled you into the break room and demanded you showed them.

Sighing you lifted your shirt just enough to show them the edge of the bruise, you were at your workplace after all. Setting your shirt back in place you plopped into a near-by chair, sighing as you ran your hand along your face.

“I just don’t get it. I’ve gone all my life without as much as a spot from someone else. Then suddenly a large bruise appears on my stomach?” you said, your tone displaying how confused and upset you felt. You felt your friends wrap their arms around you.

“Y/N, there could be a perfe-“Lauren was cut off by one of your co-workers rushing through. Stopping when he saw the three of you in the room.Opening the door he looked at you a boyish gleam in his eyes “Captain America was found! They are making a public speech about it!” he exclaimed quickly before running off to tell the others.

Laughing you shook your head, standing up and making sure you looked presentable “Well if Captain America can be found after 70 years then I could have a soulmate, right?” you said in a joking tone as the three of you headed back to your desks to finish what you needed.


“Captain Rogers, you need to go out more. Even if it only to go get a coffee or whatever.” Furry said as he walked into the room, watching as Steve punched his current punching bag continuously. A thin layer of sweat forming, he stopped and grabbed the bag, forcing it to stay still as he wiped his forehead with a towel.

“If I go get a drink, will you stop pestering me?” Steve asked in an exhausted tone. Nick and Phil had been constantly telling him he needed to go out. To try and find his soulmate now that they knew he still had one.

Groaning as Nick nodded smugly, he tossed the towel on the table, heading towards the showers to change before he left.


“Y/N, we need you to make a run for us. We have run out of fuel here.” Your boss called out as she passed your desk setting a list of drinks down along with the company card. Looking over the list you marked whose drinks were who’s so you made sure to be careful of some.

Checking to see if Lauren or Kate wanted something you soon made your way to the small cafe down the road. Walking in you greeted the painter who had taken a seat right by the window and you were instantly met with the warm air and the smells of fresh baked desserts and coffee.

Seeing your favorite barista Liv, wave you over, you handed her the list, laughing when she gave you a look of disbelief before turning around and starting the drinks with the help of Bella, your other favorite barista.

Once you were sure they had the order covered, you brought your attention to your phone, checking all your emails and sending Kate a message letting her know you were going to need help.

Hearing a commotion behind you, you quickly turned around, resulting in having a cold wet hand on your face. Pulling your head back, you brought your hand to your face, gently touching it. When you looked at your fingers, you sighed as you saw it was paint.

The painter who you had said hello to when you had come in had spilt his coffee and was on his way to get another one when he tripped.

Tossing your head back, you didn’t pay any attention to the gasps around you. Looking over at Liv you furrowed your eye brows when she motioned behind you.

Turning around, your hands flew to your mouth as you saw a tall blonde man standing behind you, a handprint just like yours smeared across your face.

The man walked towards you, an emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t place. As he stood in front of you, you gasped at what you realized. Steve Rogers, National hero, and an incredibly old man was indeed, your soulmate.

Clearing his throat, you looked up to see Steve looking at you a small smile on his face. Something tells you he just said something and caught you staring at him. You made a noise in the back of your throat, obvious that you hadn’t heard him.

Shaking his head he held his hand out “Steve Rogers. Pleased to meet you.” He said charmingly.

Not taking his hand, you quickly through your arms around him “I thought you didn’t exist.” You said into his chest quietly. After you got that out of your system, you grabbed his hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Please to meet you, Soulmate”

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Request:  Hello there cutie! Can you do one where anakin and the reader are on tattoine and they’re just walking and a guy starts to make rude comments at the reader and anakin gets overprotective? Please? Keep going your imagines are perfs! 👌👌

This was fun to write! My first Ani imagine.

Anakin was almost giddy to bring you back home to Tatooine so you could meet his mother. He would gush to you about how much you’d love her, and how much she’d love you. He would tell you about how wonderful she was as he grew up just him and her. You were really truly excited to meet the woman who raised a man as wonderful as Anakin, the man whom you love. There had to be something special about her- and there was. She was one of the kindest ladies that you had ever met, but not in a frail way. She had her kindness, but she definitely had her strength. Shmi Skywalker had the most beautiful eyes, a warm and inviting smile, strong hands from all the work she had done, and a wonderful spirit about her. By the time she wrapped you in a hug, you knew that Anakin looked up to his mother for very good reasons.

Hours late into the visit, Shmi mentioned to Anakin how he should take you around the planet where he lived for so long as a child. Tatooine was made up of a sandy landscape that wasn’t too desirable to the natives, but you loved it. You always had the ability to find beauty in what most found hideous. That was one of the things Anakin loved about you. Anakin wrapped his arm around you, bringing you closer to him as you two passed the mumbling gamblers and the droid parts. He was telling you all about how he managed to build C-3PO as a youngling, when you heard someone walking up behind you.

Anakin got caught up with an old friend, leaving you standing behind him gazing around the area. You were never really one to open up quickly to new people, so you found yourself grazing the tent of droid parts as Anakin went on talking to what seemed to be one of his old pod-racing buddies.

As you found yourself tinkering with some metal part that you didn’t recognize, a gruff older man walked up beside you.

“Hey cutie.” He had a rough voice, and there was an aura about him that just didn’t seem right. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you always knew to trust your gut. As he reached out to hold your shoulder you pulled quickly back, making sure there was enough room between the two of you. He didn’t take that, and quickly broke the space. You froze as he came closer to you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in this sand-hell?” You can see the side of his mouth that was almost hidden in his dirty beard rise up in a slight grin.

Just as you grew the courage to talk back to this nasty man, he suddenly backed up and started choking. Swinging around, you saw Anakin with a look of fierce protection in his eyes.

You watched as Anakin stopped choking the man, and got right up in his face. He said nothing, just glared down at the man who was visibly scared of the Jedi in front of him. You didn’t stop Anakin. You knew that there was no stopping Anakin when he thought you were in trouble. Plus, that awful feeling that the man gave you made you uneasy.

A stare-down was all it took for the man to back away wordless from Ani.

You were the first one to speak up.

“Did you know him?” You stared at Anakin, who still had his back turned to you, watching the old man walk off.

“Yes.” Anakin swung around, facing you. His fierce demeanor melting as his eyes caught yours.  “He was involved with the pod-racing. He’s a creep.”

You looked down at the ground. “I should have pushed him away or something… I mean, well, he only said some words to me… I don’t know, am I overreacting? Are we overreacting?”

He walked up to you, swinging his arms to hold you tight. You had your face buried into his shoulder. “Did he make you feel uncomfortable?”

You thought for a moment. “Well, uhm, yeah?” You chirped, still your face was buried into his shoulder. “But I should have…” Ani cut you off.

“You did good, beautiful. You did good. Remember, no one has the right to make you uncomfortable. Nobody.” He ran his fingers through your hair. Then, pulling you back to face him, he spoke up once more.

“Want to go back and hang out with mom? She’s making this thing tonight for dinner that I used to absolutely obsess over when I was like… seven.”

You laughed. “Got any baby pictures?”

He rose his eyebrows at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, heading back in the direction of Shmi’s home. “Quite possibly, my dear.”

“Can’t wait.” You rose up as tall as you could, so you could kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Ani.”

He leaned down and kissed your temple. “Thank you, my love.” He sighed. “God, I hate sand.”

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Request: Can you do one where Reader is dating Cas, Dean and Sam gets turned in to a toddler by a spell or something, and it turns really fluffy and cute?

Request: OMG your blog is perf!!!!! anyways, could you write one about Castiel losing his memory after a witch hunt with the reader and Sam and Dean? ill leave the end up to you :D

(I hope you don’t mind how I combined these. I just thought it would be cool to see how they go together.)

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the anticipated return ft. feelings


for some reason, their parents want to spend time with them once they realize lexa is back for a week. 

this is… taxing. while lexa is good at keeping her mouth shut clarke is less capable (for many reasons) and this lack of alone time is clearly weighing on her. she loves her mother, of course, and has warmed to lexa’s father, but… she dreams almost every night of lexa pulling her hips back until she’s so full she’s dizzy with it. that slap of skin on skin is music and recently, it’s like she’s gone deaf.

it doesn’t help that lexa is stupidly hot doing normal, every day things. slumped on the couch after a run, tank top and loose sweats falling down to expose a sliver of stomach between navel and hip, it makes it so very hard to care at all about what abby is saying. 

and lexa knows, too. that smug little smirk as clarke has to ask her to repeat what she said for the third time. the way she stretches, triceps lean and sinewy and still so powerful. 

“–be back sometime on wednesday.“ 

now that catches her attention. 

“where are you going?”

abby frowns. 

“to a mountain resort, clarke. i just told you that.”

“oh, right. sorry. late night." 

(and a few more to come, if she has her way.)


they leave at 8pm that night and of course this means a family dinner together. she’s not sure where this midlife crisis came from of familial sympathy and bonding but it can go jump off a cliff. clarke’s been wet for hours, ever since lexa shackled her wrists to the wall and used just the right amount of teeth to bruise her lips ruby-red, and sitting here talking to lexa’s father about her finals is a lot more difficult when she’s sitting in a pool of her own slick. 

"and your english exam?”

“just a final essay and some close reading. not a big deal.” she swallows a mouthful of mashed potatoes, shifting from one side to the other. “i’m sure it went fine.”

“of course it did,” abby says with a smile. “you’ve been really good with your studies lately, clarke. i’m very proud.”

it’s easy to study when the reward is a picture of lexa fresh out the shower, droplets of water still rolling down the subtle swell of her breasts. she has a folder hidden within two other folders of so many such… incentives. 

“university’s getting closer,” she says with a shrug, going to shovel another bite of pork into her mouth and jumping just a little when she feels lexa’s hand on her knee. clarke clears her throat. “the marks are going to matter eventually." 

nails sinking into her flesh. there’s a full-body shiver that rolls through her and concentrates between her legs. clarke thinks about crossing them but her body can never say no to lexa, so her knees edge open just the slightest. out of the corner of her eye, lexa grins into her plate. 

there’s a lull and clarke focuses on chewing while lexa’s fingers dance higher along her inner thigh. all she wore was a skirt today in an attempt to quell the ache in her clit that’s been present ever since lexa came home two days ago; her knuckles are white around her fork as the pads of lexa’s fingers swipe through the wetness gathered on the insides of her thighs and bring them back up to her mouth to clean. 

"i hate you,” clarke gets out, voice low and rough. lexa raises a brow. 

“are you sure? you’re making a mess." 

and that cheeky half-smile shouldn’t bring about the rush of affection it does to her chest, but. it does. it has for a long time, and she’s long since past trying to play it down. 

that doesn’t mean she can’t despise her sometimes. 

"and whose fault is that?”

a shrug. the return of that hand, and clarke’s flush spreads down across her collar. “guilty.”

“damn ri-” two fingers sneaking into her underwear, running up her soaked slit. clarke chokes back the moan and swallows instead, unable to stop her hips from rolling into the light, teasing touch. 

“clarke?” abby says from the other end of the table. “are you alright?" 

"y-yeah.” lexa’s fingers make a sloppy, sticky noise as they slide and her entire face burns. “just… light-headed all of a sudden." 

"you look flushed. do you need to go lie down?" 

she makes to protest but lexa gently takes her own hand, still wet, and clamps it around clarke’s. draws it between her legs. hidden underneath the table cloth, clarke’s fingers fan around the hard length pressed against lexa’s jeans and this time she really is a little light-headed. 

"i think so, yeah." 

"okay. we’re leaving soon, so we’ll see you in a few days.”

abby comes around to say goodbye and lexa discreetly wipes her fingers on a napkin. she looks between the two of them for a second before pressing a kiss to golden hair and all the while clarke simply prays that her mother can’t smell how she’s ruined her underwear.

lexa finds her sprawled out in bed a half hour later. she took the time to clean the dishes and put away the leftovers and see their parents off, ever aware of the bulge pressing against her pelvis, before making the trek upstairs. clarke’s moans had been floating down from the staircase ever since the door shut and her clit throbs with the prospect of being the cause. 

she’s got two fingers buried in herself, working on a third, when lexa walks in. 

she leans against the doorway and crosses her arms, locking eyes with clarke across the room. “couldn’t wait?”

her free hand pinches a hard pink nipple. almost unconsciously, she spreads her legs to give lexa a better view. watches her trace the redness that’s spread out over her chest, continuing down across her belly and finally to the pretty pink folds of her cunt split by her greedy, soaking fingers. “been wet all day,” she pants, arching into her own touch. “empty.”

lexa unbuckles her jeans and leaves them by the door, stripping out of her shirt in one fluid motion. clarke’s gaze zeroes in on the swell hidden by her boxer shorts, stretched tight over her hips.

“poor babygirl,” lexa murmurs, fishing the toy out of her underwear. it hangs heavy between her legs and clarke drips at the sight. “get me ready and we can change that." 

she walks up to the bedside and clarke doesn’t hesitate to open her mouth, not even bothering to use her hands as she swallows the toy. it rubs right where lexa needs it and she hisses, fisting one hand in golden hair and letting her hips jerk forward. clarke moans around her, swallowing messy and sloppy and eager.

"if you weren’t so bad at hiding it, i could have made you come at dinner,” lexa pants, the smooth roll of her hips guiding the cock in and out of clarke’s mouth. “wearing a skirt, opening your legs. asking for it, weren’t you?”

clarke lets out a hum of agreement and swallows until her nose presses against lexa’s abdomen. her fingers have all of a sudden turned into not-quite-enough, the wrong size, not deep enough to quell the burning ache inside of her. she craves lexa’s fingers on the hollow of her hips so desperately it’s terrifying, yearns for their skin against each others and her nails down lexa’s back, to be so filled she couldn’t imagine taking another inch.

the other girl reaches down and twists her nipple until she cries out around her cock, pulling back with a slick noise and slack lips.

“lex, please.”

and clarke, so laid out and desperate for something only lexa can give to her? she can never resist it. so she clambers overtop and lets clarke’s wet fingers pull off her bra and wiggle her underwear down her thighs, sinking her nails into the swell of her ass as the toy settles against her cunt.

“please what?”

clarke lets out a whine of frustration, hips jerking up for friction. lexa’s hands are strong and sure as they pin her down and prevent her from taking what she needs, a dance they’ve done hundreds of times before.

“please fuck me, babe,” she says eventually into the crook of lexa’s neck. there’s a grin, a whispered good girl, and then a slow stretch that has her writhing on the bedspread. lexa coos in her ear the entire time she slips her cock inside and clarke blinks, hot and overwhelmed, as their hips meet. 

she considers sitting up for a moment but clarke wraps her arms around her neck and holds her, desperate for the body contact, and lexa can’t deny that she loves it this way, too. so close to clarke, feeling her skin slip and slide against her own, her lips as they mouth at the junction between throat and shoulder because she doesn’t know what else to do. her cries are so loud here, near to the source, and lexa drinks them in as her hips start to move.  

after what seems like an eternity, clarke gets what she wants. spread open around something so thick she struggles to catch her breath, each of lexa’s muscles shifting and coiling under her fingertips. their hair mixing in a pool of gold and brown on the mattress beneath her. lexa’s soft little grunts as the toy rubs against her clit with each thrust. 

if she’s honest, this is what she’s missed the most. while she loves getting fucked so hard she can barely move, lives for it, for the lingering reminder as red half-moons in the shape of lexa’s teeth, she can’t replicate this closeness like she can other things. can’t duplicate lexa’s heavy weight pressing her into the mattress, or the thrum of her heartbeat that lies parallel to her own, or the intimate gust of breath in her ear. 

but clarke… clarke’s always open and ready for lexa because her body is better at expressing its affection than her mouth is. the fact that her mere presence causes her to leak should be testament enough, but sometimes lexa forgets. 

but from the way she’s crying out now, she won’t be able to. 

lexa’s hands snake down and grip clarke’s hips, pulling her harder. clarke arches and keens as lexa’s teeth clamp down around her breast, hot tongue laving a circle around her nipple. the electric shock ripples down to her clit and she fists her hands in lexa’s hair desperately, pushing and pulling all at once, shaky and unsure except that she needs more.

“come for me, clarke,” lexa says as she pulls back, tugging hard on her nipple as she goes. “let go. i want to hear you." 

clarke drags her nails and when lexa jogs her hips, hilting herself, that ache she’s carried for days blooms in the pit of her belly. clarke doesn’t try to stop herself from coming, not with lexa murmuring so filthy in her ear, wrapping her legs around lexa’s hips and pinning her inside. 

she’s still panting and twitching, full and half out of her mind when lexa shifts, those strong thighs finding the floor. the cock jostles inside of her when lexa heaves her to standing, hands sunk into the flesh of her ass to hold her upright. 

"lexa,” clarke gasps, tilting her head to the side as teeth nibble on her throat, “fuck–" 

her back hits the wall a second later and she remembers the first time lexa ever made her come, opening her mouth wide and drinking her in until her legs could barely hold herself up. she’s learned, if the way she doesn’t let clarke’s feet touch the floor is any indication. 

it’s still rough, still deep, still wet and sloppy and so good, but the harsh jerk of her hips has turned into a roll. lexa rests her forehead against clarke’s and they trade air between them, breathing in every exhale forced out of her life a gift. 

"so beautiful,” lexa is murmuring, punctuated by slick, wet sounds as she pulls out. “you’re so good, clarke, taking it like a good girl. so wet for me.”

clarke manages to open her eyes to see lexa looking back. sometimes, she doesn’t quite understand what goes on in lexa’s head. the girl is an enigma when she wants to be but she prides herself on knowing her better than anyone else will ever, and here? deep in clarke’s cunt, feeding off her moans, tasting the salt of her skin and the way she trembles because of her? she knows better than she ever does that lexa wants her just as badly as clarke wants her back. 

she sees the change in lexa’s face as she grinds herself against the toy, the furrow in her brow and the drop in her hips. clarke cups her hands around the back of her neck and pulls until their lips are inches away. 

“use me,” she manages to choke out, the leather harness rubbing against her clit in a way that has her delirious with want. “i wanna come with you.”

and lexa knows how clarke shows her affection, that’s why she swallows and nods and picks up her pace, fucking the sharp little cries from her step-sister until they run into each other. until they’re pressed together, eyes locked despite the way they’ve gone hazy and distant, and clarke’s moans echo through the entire second floor.

“love you,” lexa mumbles into her mouth, so close to falling, and lava pours through clarke’s veins. 

(it’s not the first confession, no, but there’s something sacred about her saying it so raw and vulnerable, on the peak of something powerful. how it holds more weight when twined between their desperate bodies.)

each thrust bounces clarke against the wall. “gonna come,” she babbles, “gonna come, fuck, lexa, i’m gonna–” there’s a pressure she’s not used to in this position, a twisting between her legs, and the heat that has settled in her belly is different in a way that she knows and maybe she tries to warn her, she can’t remember, because lexa’s mouth is on hers and the other girl is coming, desperately pushing her hips upwards for friction and clarke can’t hold on, can’t keep herself together enough to–

when she comes back, numb and exhausted, shivering with aftershocks, lexa is chuckling quietly into her neck. 

“what?” she asks, struggling to catch her breath, but. lexa shifts and from between them comes this obscene squelching noise. 

“it’s a good thing we don’t have carpet upstairs.”

and honestly, clarke is too sated to be embarrassed. she’s still dripping, and the leather needs to be cleaned soon before it soaks fully into the harness, but all she can manage is a tired smirk and her fingers brushing hair back from lexa’s forehead. 

“it doesn’t happen all the time.”

lexa smiles, full and wide. clarke’s heart pounds for a completely different reason than before. 

“that’s okay. it’s hot.” she tilts her head so that her nose brushes against clarke’s palm. “i think i need to put you down, though. my legs are really wobbly.”

their lips meet, soft and gentle and entirely unlike how sore clarke is going to be tomorrow. “just another minute.”

Trick or Treating

Based off of these posts and this PERF AS FUCK ART.


Though as the kids got older Dipper was able to manifest more often and for longer periods of time, it was still best to formally summon him if you wanted him for a set amount of time and physicality.

Like Sunday dinner.

Mabel pricked her thumb and wiped it against her Summoning Apron and hollered, “Dipperrrr!”

He phased through the floorboards from the attic where he had been going through basic musical notation with Hank, eyes alighting when he saw the table groaning under the weight of all the food assembled on it.

“Dinner?” Mabel asked.

“Deal,” Dipper agreed, coming from the Dreamscape into this plane. “Are those mashed potatoes?” he asked and started to reach two fingers towards the bowl only to get his hand smacked with a wooden spoon.

“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper shook his fingers and his uncle looked at him.

“Hey, if I can’t sample, you can’t either.”

“KIDS. HENRY. FOOD!” Mabel yelled, practically in Dipper’s ear.

“Jeez Mabel, I think I’m deaf now,” Dipper griped, but halfheartedly. He took his spot between Mabel and Willow at the table as everyone came to the kitchen to eat (they probably didn’t need to space the kids between each of them now they were six but old habits died hard).

The first five minutes of dinner was usually silent as everyone was generally focused on shoving food in their mouths, but Henry eventually broke the nomming by looking at the triplets and asking “Have you three thought about what you want to be for Summerween?” (Henry wasn’t quite used to two Halloweens in one year, but in the other hand, it did mean there were lots of mini Snickers in the house for a month after so…)

Hank and Willow looked at Acacia, who beamed at her dad with a big, gap toothed smile. “Something scary!” she said.

“Scary like Grunkle Stan in the morning?” Mabel asked and everyone laughed.

“Har har har you want scary, I could show you scary,” Grunkle Stan grumped.

“No,” Hank cried. “Scary like Uncle Dipper!”

Willow tugged on Dipper’s sleeve. “Can we dress up and be scary like you?” she asked.

Dipper grinned. “Of course! I’ll even teach you how to scary laugh.” He then began to cackle wildly and the entire table lit up with blue fire.

Henry, cutting up a piece of chicken for Hank, didn’t even look up as he said “Dipper, no eldritch fire at the dinner table please.”

Dipper stuck his tongue out at Henry, which made the triplets giggle, but he stopped. He happened to catch Mabel’s eye and-

“Mabes? Are you okay?”

Her eyes were large and her mouth hung open a bit. “Little suits…” she said reverently. “It’s my greatest challenge yet.”

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The Red Bullet Concert Experience with Kaye Allen (#BTSinManila)

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7:00 P.M. MOA Arena Manila Philippines

Hello everybody! I’m back and as promised… here to tell you about what happened last night~ :>

I’m sure you guys have seen the photos from the fan sites and can you tell how fun and fantastic the concert was?! They weren’t kidding when they said that when Bangtan throws a concert—they throw a big party and this was definitely a concert which I believe to be as “money well spent”. It was more than I expected, to be honest. They gave more feels than I expected, haha.

Okay before I start, let me just tell you guys that I’m writing this at 7 AM and I just woke up. I only had more or less 4 hours of sleep because I’m still on a hangover—from the concert. Yup, I’m drunk on Bangtan so please bear with me as this account might contain a fairly good amount of spazzing. :P

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