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exo reaction // checking you out

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~ minseok ~

He blatantly checks you out. Minseok doesn’t even attempt to control his facial expressions when you stand before him. He isn’t a shy person; he doesn’t blush when you catch him with his lip pulled between his teeth, scanning your body. He is fairly confident, enjoying the color your cheeks turn as you notice his staring and your flustered fidgeting under his intense stare. Your reaction would definitely encourage him to compliment you endlessly.

~ junmyeon ~

An unintentionally dreamy starer. Junmyeon tends to lose track of what he is saying or doing the minute he notices how great you look. His personality is a tad on the shier side, so he would definitely look in the opposite direction if you turned to ask him something as he was appreciating your appearance. Ever eloquent, however, he would find a way to compliment you in an extremely flattering and subtle way, all the while looking down.

~ yixing ~

Stares in awe. Yixing is a little oblivious in the most endearing way when it comes to how he checks you out. If you happened to notice his eyes on you, you would think he looked a little goofy when he didn’t break his stare, but grin as his admiration was plain on his face. Another one who doesn’t have a problem letting you know how fantastic you look, he would be delighted but surprised at how positive your reaction to his compliments were.

~ baekhyun ~

Baekhyun’s stare is powerful. He is extremely confident in his ability to get a reaction out of you, using his gaze as a weapon. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could feel his eyes on you, making you squirm. His favorite thing to do was rile you up, so if you did catch his eye, a smirk would light up his face as his eyes dragged up and down your form. He wouldn’t tell you how good you looked, he would show you.

~ jongdae ~

Jongdae is forward. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you that you look great and isn’t shy about checking you out. In fact, he would probably ask you to do a little twirl in your outfit, showering you in compliments. You couldn’t help but smile shyly at him as he gaped at you, whistling and taking your hands in his. He lives for your bashful attempts to accept his praise, encouraging him to do it more often.

~ chanyeol ~

Chanyeol is more of a blank starer. He often finds himself at a loss of words when looking at you, his eyes wide as you enter the room. His reaction often makes you giggle, his total oblivion to his own expression making you laugh and blush. Realizing by your reaction to him, he begins blushing as well, grinning at you like a kid. However, if you didn’t notice him checking you out, he would probably stare at you unabashedly in awe.

~ kyungsoo ~

Kyungsoo’s stare is intense. His eyes follow you across the room and you feel them on you as you walk by him, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Kyungsoo would not be necessarily shy, but rather a bit sheepish as you lock eyes with him while he shamelessly checks you out. Kyungsoo will comment on how gorgeous you look, merely stating facts, but won’t flatter you. Unbeknownst to him, his unwavering gaze alone made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. 

~ jongin ~

He shyly notices how good you look, swiftly adverting his gaze as soon as he finishes his once-over. You could always tell if he was just looking at you, his cheeks a lovely shade of pink as he hid his face partially with his sweater. You would love to tease him, but this adorable embarrassment was simply too innocent to bear. If you did catch him staring at you, he would shake his head bashfully, secretly loving the pleased look on your face.

~ sehun ~

Sehun is confident until he is caught. His eyes trailing down your figure, he bites his lip as he follows your movements. Sehun keeps his eyes glued to you until he realizes you’re staring right back, his eyes immediately widening as you smirked at him. He would become a little awkward after being caught red-handed, scratching the back of his neck as he complimented you. His face lit up as you grew embarrassed, making a mental note to get caught checking you out every so often. 

~ admin C 

The Game (Ethan Dolan)

part four

part one, part two, part three

Inspiration: Eyes Closed by Halsey

(this is really important to the part, some lyrics will be in italics)

Warning: If you are triggered easily, please don’t read.

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Originally posted by danglydolan

I felt my heart racing. Grayson was about to kiss me. I could feel his breath hitting my face as he got closer to me. His lips were practically on mine.

“Grayson wait.” I said putting my hands on his chest.

Grayson pulled away rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have..” Grayson started but I quickly cut him off.

“No, G don’t apologize. I just need time to think about all of this.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

“I don’t mind waiting.” Grayson said pulling me in to another hug.

I really didn’t deserve him.

“call me later okay?” Grayson asked.

“I will.” I said giving him a half smile.

Grayson walked out of my apartment leaving me alone with my thoughts. As soon as I closed the door I let it out. I grabbed the nearest pillow screaming as loud as I could. Grayson really did know everything about me. He’s seen all my quirks and he’s been with me on the worst days and he still says he’s in love with me? Grayson was perfect for me, I knew that. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about Ethan though? I walked over re-reading some of his previous messages.

Ethan: please just meet me somewhere so we can talk?

Ethan: I’m begging you.

Ethan: I know you hate me but just give me a chance.

Ethan: I don’t want to lose you.

Ethan: I will do anything for you to please just talk to me.

Ethan: I’ve called 32 times and this is the 9th message I have sent you, I didn’t expect you to answer.

I don’t know why but I messaged him back.

: I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this but fine, we can meet so you can try to talk yourself out of this.

I stared at my phone waiting for Ethan to text back. I must have sat there for an hour just staring and waiting. Finally my phone dinged with a message from him.

Ethan: It’s cool, I have nothing to say.

I stared at his message, angry tears streaming down my face. He was begging me to talk to him and now he has nothing to say?

: are you serious right now Ethan? You were the one begging to talk to me and now you have nothing to say?

: you said you were sorry, but apologies mean nothing if you keep doing what you’re sorry for.

: I wish I could go back to the day I met you and just walk away. Because honestly, it would’ve saved me so much hurt and pain.

I held myself together as I cried on the couch. I hated him. I hated him so much. I hated him because I have to wonder why I wasn’t enough. I hated him because I still repeat the things he said to me in my head. I hated him because he learned my secrets, my scars, my bruises, my flaws, and then he left. I hated him because he knew I was fragile and dropped me anyways. I hated him because while I was full of love, he was simply full of shit. Above everything, I hated how I didn’t hate him, not even a little bit, not even at all.

“Grayson, can you come over?” I said into the phone.

“I was really hoping you would call, I’ll be right over.” Grayson said.

“see you soon.” I said hanging up.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t want to lead Grayson on, but I needed to fill this black hole that Ethan left. I needed to feel something, anything. In just a short amount of time there was a knock on my door. I opened the door to see Grayson standing there with a single rose.

“I’m glad you called.” Grayson said smiling.

I gave him a forced smile stepping aside so he could come in. Grayson walked over putting the flower in a cup of water. I stood there staring at him.

“what do you want to do?” Grayson asked putting the cup with the flower on my window sill.

“Grayson, kiss me.” I said.

Grayson turned around giving me a look. He obeyed though, making quick strides to where I was standing. He cupped my cheek with his large hand before crashing his lips on mine. I kissed him back making him smile in to the kiss. I feel bad, but I didn’t feel the same kissing Grayson as I did kissing Ethan. Grayson pulled away from the kiss smiling down at me.

“you are so beautiful. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He said kissing my nose.

I didn’t say anything, just hugged him.

“let’s watch a movie.” Grayson said pulling me over to the couch.

I slowly nodded my head. Grayson picked out a movie and sat down on the couch cuddling me to his chest. I looked up at Grayson. He looked like Ethan but their features were so different at the same time. He stared at the screen with a smile on his face. I felt horrible for doing this to Grayson.

“the movie is on the screen babe not on my face.” Grayson said looking at me.

babe didn’t sound the same coming out of his mouth.

“sorry.” I said turning towards the television.

“I was only joking, I think it’s cute that you’re staring at me.

I disgusted myself. I looked at him but all I saw was Ethan.

now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you

now if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you

Grayson turned off the movie halfway through.

"you know we need to talk about all of this right?” He said turning to face me.

He was immediately alerted as he saw the tears falling down my cheeks.

“talk to me.” Grayson said wiping a tear from my cheek.

I hated myself. I had an opportunity here with Grayson but I couldn’t think about anything other then what I lost with Ethan.

would’ve gave it all for you, cared for you.

so tell me where I went wrong.

would’ve traded it all for you, been there for you.

so tell me how to move on.

“I hate myself Grayson.” I said through the sobs that racked my body.

Grayson pulled me in to a tight hug as I sobbed.

“why do you hate yourself?” Grayson asked stroking a hand through my hair.

he don’t realize that I’m thinking about you.

It’s nothing new, it’s nothing new.

“I hate myself so much.” I sobbed.

Grayson slowly pulled away from me standing up.

“you love him don’t you.” Grayson said a single tear slipping out of his eye.

“I don’t want to love him Grayson, I really don’t.” I said standing up to face Grayson.

“but you do, tell me the damn truth, you at least owe me that much.” Grayson said balling his fists.

“Grayson, I love him.” I whispered.

Grayson was silent.

“wow, you’re even more stupid than I thought.” Grayson said walking away.

ouch, that hurt.

“G please, I don’t want to lose you.” I said running after him.

Grayson turned around and I saw just how bad I hurt him. He had tears forming in his brown orbs.

“well you should of thought about that before you lied to me, before you let me make a fool of myself.” Grayson said shaking his head at me.

“G please don’t do this.” I said trying everything I could to save this friendship.

“maybe you and Ethan deserve each other, cause you’re both incredibly selfish.” Grayson said turning away from me.

“G please you’re all I have left.” I begged.

He stopped in his tracks.

“not anymore, let me know when you stop obsessing over someone who doesn’t even love you.” Grayson said walking out and slamming the door.

I broke down on the floor sobbing. I had no one to blame but myself. I chose to take part in Ethan’s little game. I chose to continue it letting myself fall for his act. I chose to pour my heart out to Ethan and now I was just empty. I walked over to the couch dialing his number. He didn’t answer, I didn’t expect him too.

“Grayson hates me now, but I don’t blame him cause right now I kind of hate me too. I know that you’re no good for me, but it’s worse without you, even when I try not to want you I end up needing you. You’re my favorite joy yet my endless pain. I tried to hate you but the only thing I hate is how much I love you. I acted like it wasn’t a big deal but you ruined me, and now I don’t see a point in trying to put myself back together. You left without a goodbye so here is mine.” I said hanging up the phone.


It’s just too late. she doesn’t need you anymore. and she no longer misses you. and it’s all because you didn’t make her a priority. you took for granted that she would be there, waiting for you to serve her the scraps of your time. It’s funny actually while she waited for you to realize what you had, she finally realized that she didn’t need what you were offering. I heard the door to our apartment open making me aware. I saw Grayson walking in. He looked up noticing me standing there. He was staring at the bruises he left on my face. I glared at him, not because I was angry at him, but because I couldn’t be him. He walked past me bumping me in the shoulder.

“you probably should put some ice on your face.” He said walking in to his room slamming the door shut.

I went back to my room punching the punching bag as hard as I could. I just sat there punching the bag until my knuckles were bruised and bloody. I took a break taking a long drink of water. I hated feeling this way, this was simply why I didn’t feel. I picked up my phone which was flashing signifying I had a message. I opened it not expecting it to be her.

Y/N: I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this but fine, we can meet so you can try to talk yourself out of this.

I was going to tell her I loved her. I couldn’t say it now, not after what I saw happening between her and Grayson.

: It’s cool, I have nothing to say.

that wasn’t true. I had a lot to say but I was too scared to say any of it. She quickly replied to me.

Y/N: are you serious right now Ethan? You were the one begging to talk to me and now you have nothing to say?

Y/N: you said you were sorry, but apologies mean nothing if you keep doing what you’re sorry for.

Y/N: I wish I could go back to the day I met you and just walk away. Because honestly, it would’ve saved me so much hurt and pain.

I couldn’t reply. I heard the apartment door open and slam shut again. Grayson was going to comfort her no doubt, but I can’t help thinking how much that should be me. I know I messed up, I have nobody to blame but myself. I chose to start this knowing very well I had a girlfriend. I chose to continue to fall in love with her. I chose to kiss Allison the night of the party. I have no one to blame but myself. I walked over the punching bag releasing my anger on it. I didn’t care that my hands were bruised, bloodied, and swollen. Grayson wasn’t the only one with pent up anger.

“fuck!” I screamed punching the bag harder.

I ran a hand through my hair collapsing on the floor. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I didn’t want to feel anymore. I didn’t know how long I sat there trying to turn off the feelings.

“ETHAN!” Grayson’s voice rang throughout our apartment.

I walked out of my room seeing Grayson with angry tears coming from his eyes.

“you just have to keep ruining everything, you ruin things without even trying.” He said balling his fists.

“what are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“I’m better for her, I’m what she needs, but her dumbass is still in love with you.” Grayson growled.

“wait really?” I asked more hopeful than I was trying to be.

“you’re ridiculous you know you’re no good for her.” Grayson said getting in my face.

“and you just can’t fathom the fact that she doesn’t want you.” I said getting back in his face.

Grayson raised his fist ready to punch me but this time I punched him. He fell backwards clenching his nose from how hard I hit him.

“you just can’t fathom that I screwed up but she still wants me. you know Grayson you aren’t as perfect as you think you are underneath it all you’re flawed just like I am.” I said walking away leaving Grayson alone.

I walked in to my room clenching my hand which was now hurting. I saw my phone blinking in the corner. I walked over grabbing it seeing I had one missed call and a voicemail from Y/N. I listened to her voice come through my speakers, she sounded broken.

“Grayson hates me now, but I don’t blame him cause right now I kind of hate me too. I know that you’re no good for me, but it’s worse without you, even when I try not to want you I end up needing you. You’re my favorite joy yet my endless pain. I tried to hate you but the only thing I hate is how much I love you. I acted like it wasn’t a big deal but you ruined me, and now I don’t see a point in trying to put myself back together. You left without a goodbye so here is mine. Goodbye Ethan.”

the last sentence got me immediately alarmed. I ran out of my room straight in to Grayson’s.

“what the hell do you want?” He growled wiping his bloody.

“I think Y/N is going to hurt herself.” I said feeling tears fall from my eyes.

Grayson quickly dropped his phone giving me a shocked look.

“what the hell are we waiting for then.” Grayson said pushing past me.

Grayson and I ran out to the car. Grayson drove because I was shaking too much. I dialed her number but it went straight to voicemail.

“come on babe please answer.” I begged in to the phone.

I couldn’t lose her, not before I got to say how I really felt.

uh so yeah I’m just going to leave you all here for now, enjoy!

World’s Collide Chapter 5

Pairing: Reader x Billy Moran

Chapter Summary: Reader comes to terms with her feelings for Billy. She, however, can’t come to terms with what she thinks his friends are thinking about her. Maybe keeping things quiet for now is the best way to handle it.

Word Count: 4068

Warnings: none (I know, I’m also very shocked)

Notes: I’ve literally been working on this chapter for a week. I don’t feel that it’s great, but it’s all I’ve got at this point.

Catch Up: Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

Billy walked you back to your room that night and you were still in a daze over the way he had kissed you. You could feel yourself blushing as he walked with you, hand in hand, until he got you back to your door safely.

“I had a great time,” he said as he stood with you, still gripping your hand.

“Surprisingly, I did as well.”

“Not what you expected?”

“Not at all,” you laughed, “no one has ever taken me to do something completely random like that as a date, ever.”

“Like I said, it’s okay to have a little fun every once in awhile.”

“Yeah, sometimes I forget what it is to have fun.”

“But you did?” He asked, raising a brow.

“I did. I honestly did.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Hey, do you want to come in?” You asked suddenly. You had been thinking about inviting him in since you stepped foot back into the hotel, but you still felt awkward and really didn’t want to give him the wrong impression.

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Chadwick Boseman

For the past few months Chadwick had been seen alone at all his award shows, interviews and every where he went. He was seen without you. That only made people go crazy. Immediately everyone assumed you and Chadwick were over. That’s what people thought about every couple who were in the eye of the media. If you weren’t seen in public everyone thought you were done.

Moments like those made you angry and scared. Scared that them thinking and saying that might make it actually come true. But being in the place you were in, the place in your and Chadwick relationship where everything was just perfect. No one knew about what was going on with you and Chadwick, except for your families and closest people, but rest of the world had no idea.

Chadwick was cramming all of his work together and doing it as fast as possible so he could have time off for a long time. So Chadwick was at every possible event, going to every meeting he could find to work everything out. He was at his 5th event in 3 days, he was tired but it all was for the best intentions. Walking down the carpet doing interviews he kept thinking how you were doing.

“So there’s a lot of things your fans want to know?” the interviewer started bringing Chadwick back to reality. He smiled at her acting as if he actually heard what she was saying. But he did hear what she asked next. “People really want to know if you and Y/N have really broken up?” Chadwick shook his head

“No, we aren’t broken up. Never broke up and never will” Chadwick smiled looking at her “It’s quit silly to think people have broken up just because you haven’t seen them in public” The interviewer started to feel bad about even asking that. Then again that was her job, to ask questions that other people are interested in.

“I’m sorry” she said taking a small step back as a sign, the interview could be over if Chadwick wanted.

“Don’t be. I understand it, but yeah we aren’t over. We’re great, we’re more then great” he looked down at his hand and then pulled something out of his right pocket. It was a wedding ring. Chadwick slipped it on his finger and lifted his hand up for camera to see it. “We’re actually married and expecting our first child” he was so excited, he couldn’t control his smiles and chuckles.

Chadwick and you wanted to keep your marriage and pregnancy a secret for a much longer time, but you knew that Chadwick would be the one who couldn’t keep the secret any longer. You were ready for that and you were ready for what was waiting for you and Chadwick as now a married couple.

anonymous asked:

Well i dont think it would be a big deal for Tom to carry an statue since we saw Star in her Butterfly god mode carrying the car of the goblin dogs in the air like it was a piece of paper(Tommy and Starship are strong af) also i was questioning why Star didn't transform in that god mode when she and Tom were fighting Mina?, maybe she didn't wanted Tom to know yet about her "Butterfly thing", and How you think Tom would react if he sees Star in her Butterfly god mode?

Well, i just don’t know exactly how strong Tom is supposed to be. I mean i think they’re telling us mewmans are stronger then humans, and in turn Tom might be strong from both of his parents but who knows.

I think maybe it’s just weirder since we haven’t seen the extent of what Tom can do yet.

 we all were, but i suppose either it didn’t come to mind, or because Star isn’t entirely sure how to use that form to it’s full power yet. She can do it at will, but all she knows what to do with it is portal.

She used he strongest spell on Mina after all, and that did nothing, not sure how much her butterfly form would do.

Actually Tom might really find it to be pretty cool, Marco seems to think it’s scary but I doubt Tom won’t like it to any extent. Although yeah, Star should probably tell Tom about a lot of the stuff going on with her considering it’d make things easier on her to have his help.

New Girl in Town | Chapter 3


Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Word count: 2,727

A/N: Thanks again to my dear @twerking-potato for helping me with my english and made this chapter better.
Thanks to all who have read the previous chapter and liked it and send me a note or a comment! Love you all!

Warning: Strong Language and a little bit of violence in this chapter

Tags:  @dragonjedihobbit

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“Kat, you are freaking crazy if you think I’m going to hang out with my brother all summer long,” Dahlia said, emphasizing the word ‘brother’ as if it were a dirty word.

“Come on, he’s not that bad…”

“Oh yes, he is. He’s disgusting. All he does is fart and make dick jokes,” Dahlia said with a shudder while Sydney laughed. “You are both so lucky that you don’t have any siblings. They’re the worst.”

“I think you might be exaggerating a little,” Kat said softly, but Dahlia had already gone back to complaining about her boring summer. 

Aftermath: A Disneyland Drabble

Late July, 1969...

Mickey Mouse straightened his bow tie and swallowed hard at the same time, nearly choking himself. 

“Oh, relax,” Minnie chided with a giggle. She straightened his tie before giving his hand a loving squeeze. “If they’re as terrifying and dangerous as you imagine, I hardly doubt they’d be allowed here. Walt wouldn’t have–”

“But it wasn’t Walt.” The mouse’s already high voice cracked. It still felt too soon to even think about the loss of the man he considered his father. “Don’t get me wrong! I trust the Imagineers, but a lot of these ghosts were brought in after…”

Another loving squeeze. “And Walt trusted them to make the best decisions. Now come on, knock on the door. This place isn’t as spooky as all that.” She looked up past the front door that was twice their height, and back at the pale green iron lattice work. The towering columns behind the mice added a stately elegance to an already impressive old home.

He raised his hand.

“But remember why we’re here!”

He lowered his fist to wait for her to finish speaking.

“You have to be firm. Kind doesn’t mean ‘doormat.’“

Mickey nodded, held up his hand again, and knocked. That surprised him. He expected the door to open before he could even accomplish that. Even more surprising, it was the dapper, rarely seen master of the manor that stood in the entry way. He was leaning around the side, effectively blocking the door. 

Master Gracey was a puzzle for the mice. He was a ghost, yet remained solid. (Solid looking, anyway.) Preferring to appear in his hues of life, as opposed to the bright blues or pastels of the other spirits, he stayed firmly grounded and walked. He also declined to make any physical appearance in the “tours” that had been proposed. The Ghost Host had even suggested they put his portrait up in the gallery, but he refused, stating he was still too uncomfortable with his “ancestral home being tromped through by tourists.” He refused to leave, though, and was going to stay in the mansion no matter what.

These spirits were a far cry from The Lonesome Ghosts. Mickey highly doubted Dorian would smack anyone’s rump with a clapper board… Sometimes he doubted it, anyway. He’d heard rumors of the parties that were thrown in the ballroom.

“Hullo,” Dorian Gracey greeted, his normally flamboyant tone quiet. “Um, what can I do for you?”

“Well, Master Gracey,” Mickey started, fighting back the urge to stammer, “y’see, we’ve been getting complaints from the folks doing the renovations on the house…”

Dorian nodded. “Yes, we’ve heard. We’ve also dealt with it. If you’ll excuse me, I need to keep the mansion quiet. Uncle needs his rest.”

Minnie stuck her high heel in the door so he couldn’t close it. “Dealt with it how?” She crossed her arms. “Master Gracey, one Cast Member was nearly sealed into a wall, and another was pushed off a ledge. The poor man was lucky all he got was a broken arm.”

Dorian sighed. “I know, and I am deeply, deeply sorry, but you can rest assured the culprit has been appropriately punished.”

“Who was punished?” Mickey demanded. “How? We have to know it won’t happen again. Folks’ safety is at stake. If we can’t trust you, how can we let people in?”

That broke the master’s demeanor. “Can’t trust us?” Bone poked through his pale, thinning skin. His bright blue eyes vanished into dark sockets. Chestnut brown hair grayed, thinned, and fell out. His once fine suit ripped and unraveled as if showing the wear and tear of ages underground. “I allow my home to be brought here, brick by brick, for the amusement of–of sweaty, slack-jawed, flared-pants-wearing tourists, and you–” He pointed a phalanges at the mouse. “Have the absolute gall to say I’m not trustworthy?”

Both mice stared up at him with terror, not knowing how to combat this. Before Mickey could work up the nerve to speak, a deep, booming voice bellowed down the hall, “Dorian!”

Master Gracey winced. Meekly, he turned his skull and in a sweet, quiet tone implored, “Yes, Uncle?”

“Let them in.”

“Of course, Uncle.” The skeleton sighed, shame emanating from his tattered being. He stepped aside, looking away as Mickey and Minnie walked in. They gave him a polite, if still fearful nod, as they went by.

Despite the dust and musty smell, the old Mansion really did have an beauty to it. The portrait hall was lined with painted masterpieces. The low, dim fire in the ornate hearth was almost cozy, provided you chose to overlook the images of snarling faces in the wrought iron. 

Unsure of where they were going, the mice followed the main corridor, figuring it was their best bet. As they stepped into the hallway, one door in particular swung open before they passed. A sign on it read “Ghost Relations Dept.” in tidy, pointed script. The serpent shaped handle hissed and snapped its jaws, but didn’t actually attempt to bite, so they wandered in. The door shut behind them. 

A gas lamp at the entrance lit, illuminating some of the dark chamber. Stacks of papers–Death Certificates–were piled high, threatening to topple with the slightest nudge. On the floor by the cluttered desk, a duck was dozing in a cat bed. The couple shared a nervous smile at that. It’s hard to be scared when there’s a happy duck in the room. 

“I do apologize for the miserable state of the office…” The Ghost Host’s voice came from a high backed, leather chair that was swiveled away from them. “I’ve been buried six feet under in paperwork for the past month.” 

“I understand,” Mickey offered helpfully. “What with you being so busy tryin’ to get the place open on time.”

“I know we’re running late,” the Host continued, still not turning around. “Stands to reason… We’re all late here.” He chuckled darkly. “Your patience has been most appreciated. I axe-sure you, operations will be running smoothly before the fall season. We have simply run into a few snags…”

Minnie stepped forward, ignoring Mickey’s attempt to pull her back. “A few snags? Mr. Ghost Host, broken bones are not ‘a few snags!’”

The Ghost Host let out a heavy sigh that seemed to envelope the whole room. “I know, and I’m very sorry about that. It’s been–”

Now even Mickey was getting frustrated with the vagueness. “Dealt with, we know. But what does that mean?”

“It means the matter has been appropriately handled. Now I’m a very busy ghoul, so if you’ll just–”

Before he could finish, Minnie leaned over the desk, grabbed the corner of the chair, and spun it around. They both gasped at what they saw.

It was the Ghost Host, as expected, but splatters of green ectoplasm stained his shirt and waistcoat. His clothing had been torn in places, clearly by large claws. Skin, too, had been scratched and punctured. The worst was his face, however. He was holding a soaked cloth to his left eye. Dried ectoplasm glistened in streaks from brow to cheek. The damage to his eye still oozed disgustingly, and all the poor man could do was press a handkerchief to it and hope it would eventually end. 

“Warn a soul next time,” he grumbled. With a flick of his hand, the lamp grew dimmer. “I’m already frightfully sensitive to bright lights, and this makes it worse.”

Minnie put her gloved hands to her mouth in horror. “Oh… Ghost Host, I’m so sorry!”

Mickey gave him a sympathetic look. “What happened to you, pal?”

Ghost Host shot a glower back. “The One Eyed Black Cat happened to me.” His expression softened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. This is all my fault and mine alone. I shouldn’t have given him so many chances until it escalated to this point. You see, Madame Leota and the Ghostess had to banish him with a spell. I acted as bait while they did so. It took powerful magic to finally seal him away where he couldn’t do any more harm. He isn’t like a dragon or a wicked witch from a fairy tale–he can’t be destroyed. Rest assured he’ll no longer be a problem. We have him where we can keep an eye on him, but where he’ll have no contact with mortals ever again.”

“Where’s that?” Mickey asked.

The ghost tried to discourage Minnie from inspecting the injury, but no amount of shooing was going to deter her, so he patiently sat still and waited while she dabbed at the worst of it with a clean cloth.

“In a tomb,” he said stiffly, hardly able to move his mouth. “Not in the tomb proper, but within the cement and marble of the structure itself. He can’t pass through it or break out of it. It’s out of view of guests, but we’ll be checking on him every day to see to it the trap still holds.”

Minnie stepped away, satisfied with his cleaner face. 

Mickey thought on the account, but was unable to think of any more questions about the Cat. “What about you? Is there a doctor we can take you to?”

With a chuckle, Ghost Host gently shook his head. “No doctors for the dead, I’m afraid. I simply have to wait for it to heal.” At that, he looked aside, trying to hide his disappointment. “Madame Leota said I’ll permanently lose the vision in my left eye, and the scars will remain.” He shrugged a bony shoulder. “A small price to pay for everyone’s safety, I suppose. When you have loved ones, you’ll do anything to protect them, including sacrificing yourself in the process. I’m sure you understand, Mr. Mouse.”

Mickey nodded solemnly. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” He bowed his head in apology. “I must rest in peace for the remainder of the evening. It’s been a trying day.” Another flick of his hand made the door creak open. “Do stop by again some time. We’re usually dying for company.” He turned the lamp off so he’d be in darkness once more as soon as they’d left.

When the door was shut behind them, and they were a couple yards from the office, Mickey turned to look at Minnie. “Gosh, do you think he’ll be all right?”

Minnie wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. The hot and cold running chills were less on the “hot” end. “I hope so. I didn’t even know ghosts could get hurt. I’ll make him a get well gift.”

As they approached the front door, they were blocked by Master Gracey. Luckily, he was back to his prettier, usual self. “Pardon me, but I must stop you before you go.”

Mickey pushed his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, looking ashamed. “Hey, pal, we’re real sorry for upsettin’ you earlier, and acting like we couldn’t trust you.”

“Yeah,” Minnie agreed as she put a hand on Mickey’s shoulder.. “We were unfair to you.”

Dorian held up a hand to stop her. “No, no, m’dear, I completely understand. You want everyone to be safe, as do we, but we don’t know each other overly well, and we spirits can be… well, off putting.” He ran a hand through his hair, smiling bashfully. “I admit, maybe I don’t fully understand the modern world and this ‘Disneyland’ business, but I do know you intend only the best for everyone. I’m sorry for scaring you earlier and losing my temper.” He bowed. 

“Aw, shucks, it’s all right, pal.” Mickey took hold of Dorian’s hands with both of his and shook it. “You’re just tryin’ to protect your family. From here on out, as far as we’re concerned, you ghosts are part of our family, too, and we’ll all look out for each other.”

Dorian looked from one mouse to the other. He wanted to laugh. Giant cartoon rodents for family! It was said so sincerely, though, and they both looked so earnest, that all he could do was smile. “Thank you. We extend the same to you. Should you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to call upon the ghosts of Gracey Manor. I promise, we’re not as frightful as we seem.”

Minnie giggled. “We know.”

Random Thought

I know I usually post sexier stuff but:

Did anyone else (when they were little) used to think all bats were secretly vampires waiting to find you in a compromising situation to suck the blood from you and kill you?

Does the fact that I thought this make me crazy? Probably not.

Does the fact that I want to write vampire smut now make me crazy? …

(Send me what Voltron ships you like best in a vampire setting)


Sorry it took me a little longer to post this than the rest, I travelled home this weekend so was preoccupied with spending some time with my family. I was also lacking a lot of creativity for this but I think all in all, this chapter is major fluff! 

Masterlist - Plot: Tom takes Zendaya on an unconventional first date. 

Confessions (Chapter Four)

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Wyatt oleff dating a dancer headcanon💗

This is for the lovely @ayeitsananya 💝

  • You went on his Mom gala
  • And he saw you and fell in love with you
  • You didn’t noticed him at first
  • Cause you really liked his Mom’s work
  • He offered you a cup of coffee
  • And thats when you noticed him
  • “Hi im wyatt,i noticed you are alone and i decided to bring you some coffee ”
  • “Ha hm thanks im Y/N”
  • “Nice name ”
  • “Thanks”
  • He smoothly gave you his number while passing you the coffee
  • You were so happy
  • You called him the next day and you went on a date the same afternoon
  • You went at Starbucks
  • He freaking paid for you
  • You didn’t want tho
  • But anyway
  • He was amazed when he learned that you are a dancer
  • He loved it
  • Dancing together at his room
  • Even tho he cant dance
  • He really like it
  • Massaging you when you are in pain
  • Cuddling
  • He always comes to your competitions
  • Loves watching you dance
  • He thinks you are gorgeous
  • His friends loves it too
  • They are all amazed
  • Ok just imagine that:
  • Him playing piano while dancing
  • Couple goals
  • Admires you to death

I really hope you like it.

Thanks for the request

Lova ya 💝💝


also i just saw american horror story roanoke bc my friends were watching it and first of all: why does anyone need to see that much gore? scary stories aren’t scary bc oh no theres blood theyre scary bc you dont know whats going on. if u explain whats going on its not scary anymore. youre a bad horror writer.

SECOND OF ALL why do people keep thinking that “mental illness” is an ok backstory and motivation for the villain??!?!?!? schizoaffective disorder means “manic and depressive episodes and hallucinations and delusions that come along with them” not “oh boy time to go murder a bunch of people” like dude!!!!!! there are real people with this disorder!!!! they dont need your fearmongering in addition to everything else! youre a mean person!!!! you’re a mean person for writing this and I don’t like you!! why would you do that!!! why do people still do this!!!!!!!!

daddyswittlechipmunk  asked:

Did your daddy already know you were a little when y'all met or did you come out to him?

I came out to him. If you have seen my post about my first sippy cup that’s when I was so very nervous and scared that daddy would think I was weird 😕 He loved the fact that I called him daddy and how cute I would act when I was being little, but then I started showing him posts and memes about dd/lg and he kept telling me “that’s so you it’s so cute” and stuff like that and after we got my first sippy cup I knew that he accepted me and loved every single part of me. And right then and there I knew I could finally be 100000% myself around daddy and I’ve never been happier!! 💕💕💕

anonymous asked:

You mentioned Reagan earlier - what did Reagan do?

Didn’t act on the AIDS epidemic aka the “gay plague”… if you google “reagan aids” a lot of stuff will come up. 

One of my good friends, she worked in hospice in San Francisco during the 80′s, and one night she told me about all of the gay men she had to work with. I don’t remember much, but what I do remember still haunts me. I think I need some time articulating my words on this… 

There’s more details I know I’m forgetting, but I’ll share this: 

Those who died of AIDS were not allowed to be buried in cemeteries. The loved ones of the deceased had to handle the body- they usually cut out the inside of a mattress for it, and strapped it into their vehicle so they could take the body out of city limits to bury it in the middle of nowhere. 

Notes to the girl whose house I live in

by reddit user JJX2525

It took me a week to find where you keep your wifi password. A whole week! I was really worried you’d thrown it away, but lo and behold, there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. Everything about the way you organize things confuses me. I guess because you live on your own now you just put things any old place. I know there was someone else before, I heard you talking about him on the phone. Johnny, I think? Jimmy? Anyway, I know because you said it was tough being alone. But you’re not alone, of course. You have me!

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Some of the most iconic quotes from Ragnarok

You’re lucky i have really good memory.

-”Now you might be wondering, why i, Thor the god of thunder ended up here” 

-”Hold on, let me just circle back around- i thought we were really connecting just then” 

-”BEHOLD- my stuff”

-”I named this one Des and this one Troy. Together they are destroy” 

-*upon seeing Loki’s statue* “what the-” 

-”Hello Father.” “Oh shit”

-”I present Thor, prince of-” “No no no, you had one job.” 

-”I swear i left him right here” “Right here on the sidewalk or in that nursing home that’s being demolished?

-”I don’t know, i’m not a witch” “No? Why do you dress like one then?” 

-”I can’t believe you’re alive, i saw you die, i mourned for you!” “Im honored?” 


-”you think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t you think for a second you second rate-” 

-”Kneel” “I beg your pardon?” 

-”she’s the, It starts with a b” “trash” 

-”I don’t see thunder, but i do see sparkles!” 

-”Oh do you know each other?” “I’ve never met this man in my life” 

-”He’s my brother!” “Adopted.” 

-”aw now he’s threatening me” 


-*being dragged away* “AGH LOKI”

-”It sounds like you had a very intimate relationship with your hammer, so much that losing it was comparable to losing a loved one” “that’s a nice way of putting it” 


-”Oh and Loki, Loki’s alive! Loki, look who it is!” “I have to get off this planet” 

-”YES, THAT’S HOW IT FEELS!” “Sorry i’m just a fan of the sport” 

-”What’s the team called?” “the uh.. revengers” 

-”i want revenge, you want revenge, and you uh..” “I’m.. undecided” 

-”Surprise!” “OW!” 


-”THE SUNS GETTING LOW THE SUNS GETTING LOW” “Would you stop that?!” -”You’ve been on other planets before!” “yeah! one!” “Well, now it’s two”

-”wait you’re just using me to get to the hulk. That’s gross” 

-”Just give me twelve hours” “i can do it in 2″ “…I can do it in one” 

-”Were going through there” “the devils anus?” 

-”We might as well be strangers now, two sons of the crown set adrift” “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it” “…Heres the thing” 

-”Loki, i thought the world of you, but lets face it, our paths diverged a long time ago”

-*holding back tears* “yeah, maybe it’s for the best if we never see each other again”  

-”Hey, lets do get help” “what?” “Get help” “No, that’s humiliating” 

-”Do you have any other ideas?” “No” “were doing it.” 

-”Help my brother’s dying, get help!” *Flings loki at enemies* “HELP HIM” 

-”It’s a luxury ship, like for orgies and stuff” “did she just say this ship was used for orgies” “yeah, don’t touch anything” 


-”This looks like a gun” *fireworks and loud music erupt from spaceship* 

-”In return, i wish to be granted safe passage through the anus” 

-”You know i don’t like that word” “What? mainframe?” “What? why would you think-? Slaves!” “Oh sorry sir, prisoners with jobs” 


-”But man, you’re really the worst” 

-”Who are you? Thor, god of hammers?” 

-”I saw you coming” “Of course you did” 

-”You’re late” 

-”Hit her with your thunder!” “I just hit her with the biggest thunder bolt in the history of thunder and it didn’t do anything!” 


-”Asgard is not a place, it’s a people” 

-”Oh Miek’s dead, i stomped on him and felt bad so i’ve kind of just been holding him all day”  

-”It suits you” “I might hug you if you were here” “I’m here” 

-”Do you think it’s a good idea to go back to earth?” “Of course, the people there love me!” “…Do you think its a good idea to bring ME back to earth?” 

I keep getting a feeling that dan and phil are up to something yet at the same time… they’re not doing anything at all and just sat at their laptops together on the sofa watching us all freak out over them not doing anything even though we think they are. then laughing over it

Yall get me?

I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”


This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.


There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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Never Her

Originally posted by inlovewithacriminals

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. the Avengers)

Content/Warnings: Angst; fluff

Words: 1544

A/N: So my Soulmate AU writing extravaganza begins with Loki, my MCU husband. I’ll probably end up writing these Soulmate AUs to be a little longer. This was a request for @bi-pie67 for 7. Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own.

“Are you sure bringing Loki back to the Tower is a good idea?” You asked Thor dubiously. Steve seemed to reflect your sentiment, looking just as doubtful.

“I assure you, Loki will not get into any trouble,” Thor said. “He seems to have had a change of heart, and my father has ensured that he will be unable to use magic while here, at least until we are sure he is trustworthy.”

“I’m going to trust you on this, Point Break,” Tony said. “But if he destroys my tower again, I won’t be happy.”

“I am certain Loki will do no such thing,” Thor said. “I shall bring him here tomorrow, is that okay?” Everyone shrugged, still looking uneasy with the whole idea, though nobody raised any objection to that. “Marvelous! He shall be here tomorrow, then.”

Clint snorted. Out of everyone, he was, understandably, the least excited. “Can’t wait.”

You hadn’t actually been around for the whole Loki debacle, and admittedly you were a little curious to meet Thor’s brother. Some rather colorful tales had been told by the rest of the Avengers about Thor’s ‘crazy adopted brother’, but you wanted to find out for yourself. Plus, as someone who was still waiting to find their soulmate, there was always the little ‘what if it’s him’ in the back of your mind. Your soulmate, at least from what you always heard in your internal voice, sounded British… almost. You couldn’t put your finger on the accent, but it was similar to Thor’s.

“Up and at ‘em, sunshine!” Tony’s voice came over the speakers in the tower the following morning. “Good ol’ Reindeer Games will be here today, so we gotta make sure everyone is ready. You know, just in case he goes rabid reindeer on our asses. That’s all. Over and out.”

Groaning, you rolled out of bed, pulling on some presentable clothes and making sure you were ready to meet Thor and Loki. Thor had informed everyone that he would arrive around noon, giving everyone ample time to get ready. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee that Steve had made and sitting at the table.

“Sleep okay?” Steve asked, glancing up from his own cup.

“Yeah,”  You nodded. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“No problem. What do you think about Loki coming to stay here?” He asked you.

You shrugged. “Well, I’ve never met the guy, so it’s hard to say. Wary, but curious.”

“All I can say is, don’t get your hopes up too high,” He said with a snort. “I don’t trust the guy.”

“Guess we’ll have to find out,” You said.

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