do two count as a dump


Hey, how’s it going over there.  I’m Chelsea, and I’m so very pissed off right now. Why? Because I just saw an anon who’d been fat-shamed out of cosplaying…by their friend.  Yeah, you heard me.  And that PISSES. ME. OFF.

Why, you may ask?  Allow me to explain:  I’m 5′8″ and 177 lbs currently.  In American terms: REALLY overweight.

Here I am for base reference, wearing a bikini because fuck you, that’s why.

I’m not skinny.  I’ve got thunder thighs, and a belly, and arm flab, and holy hell, do I have a butt.  Guess what?  I cosplay anyway!!  Four years and counting.  I’ve also spoken on panels about cosplay for beginners, body positivity in the cosplay community, and more.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit C

Still not skinny.  And I’m sexy as fuck to boot.  In face, in the last two, I’m wearing a damn corset.

See this one?

The older woman I’m standing with?  She’s the woman who designed the ORIGINAL costume for the show, and she came up to me to ask for pictures.  She gave no fucks about my size.

Here, have some more:

In case any of you missed the point of this photo dump, it’s this:  Size does not, ever, determine what you can or cannot cosplay.  Not ability level, not disabilities, not race, not gender, not size.  If someone says you can’t cosplay something or other because you’re not the perfect representation, you know what you do?  You wear the costume with pride anyway, because it took motherfucking work, and you strut past those losers with your middle fingers fully erect.  Chances are, they will be in civies, rather than costume, which makes them all the more pathetic in my opinion.  They can’t do it themselves, so they tear down anyone who does.


And if it’s a friend who says those things to you?  Then they are not your friends, and you need to get away from them.  Friends are supportive and encouraging, and will love you regardless of what you look like.  People who don’t, or who tell you that you can’t because you look a certain way?  Are not.

You can do this.  You are beautiful, no matter what you look like, what you weigh, or anything else.  You can do this, and you should.   It’s people like you, who have such courage and such fierce pride, that make the cosplay community so rich.  

Please don’t ever forget that.

The Arrangement: Part 5

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 5

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  2971

Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, sexual content, angst

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

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Can I just say how much… I really, really love writing Rhys and Mor? And maybe just take two seconds to chat about how underrated their relationship is? The more I write Rhys, the more I keep finding myself in these scenes with him coming to her, leaning on her, using her for help and advice whether he knows it or not. I think Rhys loves her so, so much. And I honestly believe that out of everyone in the IC, if Mor were to die it would hit him harder than anyone else (save Feyre, of course). They’ve grown up together, and he’s fought his entire life to give her independence and freedom, and I think Mor returns the favor when he lands on her balcony after the Mountain, and he sort of just… lets her keep being this shepherd in his life, helping him keep from fully unraveling. I think Cassian and Azriel aren’t the only ones who feel her endless warmth and spirit. Say what you will about the Cazigan dynamic in the books and who has to “shield” whom from Mor’s infectious spirit, but if you think about it, Rhys is exempt from that protection. He just gets to enjoy Mor for all she is, how selfless and supportive and encouraging, and she too gets to be there for her cousin who has empowered her and given her status and strength over her family, these things that make her into a queen. They’re friends. Really, really good friends and I think there is so much love between them that we don’t get to see a lot of in ACOMAF, but if SJM were to ever write the book as Rhys or elaborate on it, I think we’d be surprised just how much goes on between the two of them and how much he confides in her. And I think given how much they’ve gone through together… that’s just, I don’t know, really really special and I love it so much. It’s nice to see that even when the entire world and family around them falls apart, there is still this lovely little kernal of them left to lean on and it never goes away.

Boys Like You (E.D)

Request: “could you do one with Ethan based on the song Boys Like You by Anna Clendening where the reader is nervous to trust him but it ends really fluffy 😊”

Word count: Roughly 3000

Warnings: Just extreme cuteness ;) and cuss words.

Originally posted by dailydolantwins

“Do you ever get tired of trying to get into girl’s pants?” You asked Ethan as you shut your locker, quirking an eyebrow as you watched him shoot off a quick text to one of his many, many admirers.
“I get tired of trying to get into your pants.” Ethan looked up and gave you a smirk, you did your signature eye roll and scoffed. “Get your head out of your ass, Dolan.” You teased and shoved him in the chest gently as you walked away. “Hey!” He said and ran after you. “I want my head in your-”
“I’m going to stop right there because that sounded creepy as fuck.” Ethan said which made you laugh. “But seriously, tell me why we wouldn’t work.” Ethan grabbed your hand and spun you around so you bumped right into his chest. “Girls like me don’t go for boys like you.” You breathed, the tension in the air between you two now becoming thick. Over the past few days you grew closer to Ethan. You considered him a friend, even if he was trying to fuck anything with boobs. You consistently ignored his attempts to make you swoon, or give in to his charm. It was hard, especially since he looked like that. Short, wavy hair that fell onto his forehead as his pink, plump, lips pulled into a sly smirk. And that damned leather jacket of his. The one that made him seem cooler than he really was? Yep, that one. You could say he was the school’s bad boy. But you preferred the term, “Fuck boy”.

“And what exactly are..“boy’s like me?” Ethan questioned. “Fuck boys.” You stated simply and Ethan released his grip on your hand as he stared at you intensely.
Ethan’s stare wasn’t intentionally cold, his face somehow lacked the mobility others had. His eyes would rest on a point, even a person, and he’d stay like longer than the average person would. His hazel eyes burned right through you, made you weak at the knees but you held your guard up. Boys like him weren’t to be trusted. Even if he was a friend, you weren’t going to let him break you like all the other guys did, no. You weren’t going back to that. Keeping your eyes on his, you adjusted the waistband of your jeans as a smirk began to form.
“Stare or don’t, you won’t get anything.” You had a way of not mincing your words, hands tucked into your back pockets as you watched Ethan’s eyebrows raise. Compared to Ethan you were short, the dude was 6ft. But even for your height you were kind of badass, you were known for your witty comebacks and sarcastic remarks. But so was Ethan.
You smiled politely and turned to walk away. “I have class, douche.” You replied and strolled down the halls.
His eyes still rested on you like you were some form of crazy beast that he had just discovered. You stretched your neck and turned to look back and to your surprise, Ethan flashed you his infamous smirk and a salute.
“I’ll make you mine. You can count on it baby girl.” He exclaimed through the halls.

Momma said there’d be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But with you, I can’t resist

Your face immediately flushed as all eyes directed towards you, it was a shock. Ethan Dolan never claimed a girl as his, they were usually a dump n’ go. And any girl who got involved with him knew what they were getting into, unless they were complete idiots which you weren’t, so that was why you never gave into him.

At least until now.

The next day at school was normal, you breezed through your classes like normal and returned to your locker. You opened your locker and found a bouquet of red roses sitting there. Confusedly, you grabbed the bouquet and stared down at it. This had Ethan written all over it. You were about to turn and walk away but of course you bumped into someone’s chest. “Seriously Ethan!-”
“Wrong twin.” He smirked down at you and you felt a lump form in your throat. Grayson Dolan. Ethan Dolan’s nicer, more decent twin brother. “Uh- Gray.” You murmured and looked up into his eyes. “Hey.” He smiled sweetly and you felt your cheeks redden. You had to admit, you had a tiny crush on Grayson, he wasn’t a complete douchbag like his brother, so he was tolerable. He didn’t sleep around or flaunt that he had gotten the new girl’s number. No, he was much more mature and kindhearted. “Like the flowers?” He asked and placed a hand onto the lockers behind you, his arm blocking your left side as he towered over you. “Nice gesture, but I hate roses.” You smiled at him and his face drooped. Well, that was a lie, you actually did like them but you had to listen to your mother and keep your word. “All men are the same.” She had said and she was right, you learned that from your first ever love. “Oh..” Grayson muttered. He opened his mouth up to speak once again but was cut short when a fist grabbed a handful of his shirt. He gave you an apologetic smile as Ethan tore him away from you.
“The hell?” You heard Ethan hiss as he shoved him into a nearby empty classroom.


You rolled your eyes and grabbed what you needed from your locker and headed outside. At least school was finally over so you didn’t have to deal with either of them for the rest of the day. “Hot cocoa and a pretty little liars binge watching marathon, here I come!” You said to yourself as you shut your car door. You stuffed your key into the ignition of your car and heard the engine roar, you sat there for a bit, replying to the hundreds of texts your mom had sent you before finally placing your hands onto the steering wheel. Your body jolted up in shock when you saw and heard a palm slap against the window of your car. “Fucking hell!” You shouted and rolled down your window. “Now what?” You asked and looked up at Ethan. He held a tiny folded up note in between his index and middle finger, edging you to take it. “What’s this?” You snatched it from his grasp and opened it. “Just read it.” He sighed and leaned against your car.
In scribbled writing was:

I’m not good with words. I never was and probably never will be. I’m not good with relationships either. I’m not the most trustworthy guy, you know this all already.
I like you Y/N, it’s no secret. I know you don’t like me, but I just had to get this out there. You’re right I’m a fuckboy, but I’m more than that. Let me show you that at least. Please.
I know you’ve been hurt before let me make this right. If you trust me behind the school tomorrow. - Ethan

Before I met you, I never felt good enough
Before I let you, in, I’d already given up
Left on read, no reply, left me just wondering why
Now I’m skeptical of love

You looked up only to see that Ethan was gone. You didn’t know what to think. Should you trust him? Ethan Dolan. The notorious bad boy wanted you?


We’ll just have to wait and see until tomorrow then.

As you wrapped the towel around your naked body, you exited the shower. You sighed to yourself and began to pick out your pajamas for the night until you heard a light tapping on your bedroom window. Thinking it was a squirrel, you continued to pick your clothes. You walked over to your bed and dropped your towel. It slid off your smooth skin and onto the ground, your phone buzzed from your dresser and you reached to grab it.

Ethan: Nice ass ;)

You gasped and grabbed your towel once again, scolding yourself for not checking the window. You groaned and undid the lock on it, Ethan slid it up, a smug smirk plastered onto his face as his hazel eyes glossed over you. “Yes?” You asked now becoming annoyed. You were honestly becoming fed up with this whole Ethan and Grayson thing. They had never come onto you until about a week ago, now all of a sudden out of the 3 years you’ve went to school with them they found you attractive? Something didn’t seem right.

“I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” He said and stepped into your bedroom. “Ethan-” You began but he cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth. You bit him and he winced in pain. “Shit! Why’d you do that?” He whisper-yelled in case your parents were home. “Because! You just put your hand over my mouth as if you were going to kidnap me!” You replied back as you furrowed your eyebrows in anger. “Well I wasn’t! I was just trying to get you to shut up so I could talk to you.” Ethan muttered as he wiped his hand onto his shirt to get rid of the wetness on his hand. “Wow, what a nice way to charm me.” You scoffed as you ran a hand through your wet hair. “Hey, I’m trying..” Ethan sighed and turned to look at you.
“Give me a chance.” He said suddenly. You cocked an eyebrow and he reached for your hands. “Yeah, your heart has been broken before, now it’s time for me to fix it. Only if you’ll let me.” You bit your lip as your glossy eyes met Ethan’s. “Fine.”

So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part?
So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me
Is it all of me?

Ethan broke out into a grin, his wavy hair falling onto his eyebrow as his head bounced up in joy. “Really?” He asked and you couldn’t help the smile that found your lips. “Yes, really. Now go so I can change. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” You smiled softly and leaned in to peck Ethan’s cheek. “Not the lips?” He questioned and raised an eyebrow. “Not yet, you’ll have to earn it, babe.” You teased and shoved his chest gently.
“I’ll catch you at school.” He sent you a flirty wink and hopped out your window. You shut it, locked it, and made sure to close your blinds before letting out a deep sigh. What have you gotten yourself into now?

The next day of school was just like the last, normal schedule and all. It was finally the end of the school day and you couldn’t be more excited to get home and relax. It was Friday, which meant you had plenty of time to binge watch cheesy rom-coms on your laptop while munching on some pineapple pizza.
As you shut your locker your phone buzzed. You smiled and looked down at a text from Ethan.

Ethan: Pineapple pizza and a movie?

Y/N: Sure. My place?

Ethan: Always ;)

You smiled to yourself as you tucked your phone into your pocket. You waited against your locker for Ethan to meet you there, but as each minute passed you grew more and more anxious. You stood up and decided to look for him yourself.
You walked by each empty classroom until you saw two similarly built figures standing in the tech lab.
You peeked in and saw none other than Ethan and Grayson in an intense argument. “The bets off. Alright? I’m done. Sorry your good-boy reputation is gonna go down the drain, not my problem. But leave Y/N alone. I should’ve never agreed to this.” You heard Ethan growl.
You stood back against the wall besides the door and clasped a hand to your mouth to muffle your cries. A bet? Was that why he decided to become your friend in the first place?

Momma said there’d be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But with you, I can’t resist
Maybe momma doesn’t always know best

You should’ve listened to mom. All boys do is tear your heart in two. You should’ve learned from last time.

Suddenly the door to the classroom opened up and Ethan stepped out. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself as he began to near the corner. He caught you through the corner of his eye and immediately reached for you, but you were quick and ran away. “Y/N!” He shouted into the empty halls. “No! You’re a fucking fuckboy! And that’s all you’ll ever be! I should’ve never trusted you Ethan! Boys only want one thing and it’s not a relationship!” You yelled and whipped around to face him. “We didn’t even last a fucking day! You damn prick!” You lunged forward, your tiny fists landing into Ethan’s chest with a small thud from  how hard you were punching. He just stood there and let you hurt him, let you hurt him just like he hurt you.

I’m terrified, but I’ll never let you know
Social suicide, if I ever let it show
Everything feels just right
We fall in place, we fall in line
I’ll never let you go


With each punch, the tears continued to stream down your face. Over the past week you opened up to Ethan. Told him your vulnerabilities and your past heartbreaks and here he is doing the exact same thing.
“Fucking jerk.” You breathed and finally let your hands hit your sides out of exhaustion. Ethan opened his clenched eyes and looked at you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He mumbled. You laughed harshly and threw your arms up dramatically. “That’s the oldest phrase in the book! Seriously, a fuckboy like you didn’t have anything better to say? Jesus, I really thought you were different. Nope, all boys are the same. Boys like you my mother warned me about, I should’ve listened.” You scoffed and sighed.

So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part?
So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me
Is it all of me?

“I’m not like them!” Ethan suddenly shouted. You turned to look at him, anger clouding your vision as you pushed your hair out of your face. “You’re not serious are you?”

“I’m not like them..” Ethan breathed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not a fuck boy, it’s all just rumors.” He sighed and you looked up from the ground. “W-what?” You whispered. “I only talk to these girls for Grayson, he’s the real fuckboy, I’m like the delivery boy. I get their numbers, talk Grayson up and they run to him. I’ve never fucked anyone in this school and I can guarantee you that.” Ethan stomped his foot onto the ground and you walked towards him.

Momma said there’d be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But with you, I can’t resist
Maybe momma doesn’t always know best

“It’s all an act, Grayson’s the goody-two shoes but lowkey gets all the girls.” Ethan explained and you shook your head. “So..what’s this bet I heard you call off?” You asked and met his intense gaze once again.
“Grayson and I..we had a bet.” He sighed before continuing, “That he could get you to fall for him without my help. So I took this as my opportunity to try and make you fall for me. It worked I guess, but took a little longer than I intended.”

“You fuckers.” You hissed. “Betting on me, like I’m some kind of prize.” You spat and crossed your arms in anger. “I know, it was wrong that’s why I called it off-”
“No! You only called it off because I finally agreed to go out with you.” You cut in and Ethan looked down with guilt. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. And I know you don’t want to hear this right now, but I like you Y/N. I really do.” Ethan said and stepped forward. You looked down but Ethan places his thumb under your chin, tilting your head up so you were forced to face him.

So when you hold me, am I the only one? Do you wanna know me, or is this all just for fun?

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. “No.”
“Because I don’t kiss boys like you.” You whispered and Ethan smiled. “Honey, I think we’ve already established that I’m not like the rest of them.” Ethan said, his minty breath fanning over your lips with each word that left his mouth. “Then why are you asking? Don’t you usually go for it?” You smirked as Ethan cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
This is not what you thought would happen when Ethan had come up to you a week ago, but you certainly weren’t going to object. His lips brushed against yours softly and they were warm and tasted of mint; he had obviously been chewing gum earlier. His hands found their way around your waist and yours locked around his neck pulling him down slightly. When you broke apart for air, you rested your forehead against his and gathered some much needed oxygen. His smirk told you everything and you smiled back, sinking into his hold.

Momma said there’d be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But with you, I can’t resist
Maybe momma doesn’t always know best
Too good to be true, doing what you do, best
Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
But for you I’ll take the risk

Spilling Coffee (ThunderShield)

OR- Tony messes with Steve because its entirely too easy to fluster Captain America.

for @werewolfbuckybarnes


“Hey baby.” Bucky dropped a quick kiss on Tony’s lips. “What are you doing?”

“Hey.” Tony grinned, but didn’t take his eyes off the kitchen. “So, Thor should be walking through the kitchen door in about one minute.”

“And?” Bucky sat on the couch next to his boyfriend. “Why do we care?”

“Because Steve is just about ready for his second cup of coffee, and I hid Thor’s jug of water.”

“You’re not making a lick of sense, sugar.” Bucky said, shaking his head and Tony made a shushing motion.

“Just shut up and watch.” Tony leaned forward with what could only be described as a evil smile, clasping his hands under his chin, and counting down under his breath. “Three, two one–”

Thor stumbled into the kitchen right on cue, clad only in a tight pair of boxer briefs, rubbing his eyes wearily and heading for the fridge.

“Hey. Hey Thor.” Steve nearly dumped his coffee down his shirt when he saw the demi god, but Thor didn’t even notice, opening the door and scowling at the contents. “Um, did you sleep well?’ Steve asked. “I slept pretty good, um, up early again though so–”

“Wow.” Bucky whispered. “This is painful.”

“Its gonna get better!” Tony whispered back with a huge grin.

“Captain.” Thor’s deep voice was soft and sleepy and extra rumbly this early, and Steve had to put his coffee cup down when it started shaking in his hands.

“Yeah? What-what can I do for you?” he licked his lips nervously, straightening up and leaning forward a little.

Thor sighed, long and slow, and the Captain bit his lip, throat working visibly as he swallowed a moan. “I usually keep a gallon jug of water in the fridge, do you know where it might be?”

“No idea. Sorry. Id be happy to help you look, though?” Steve reached for the coffee pot and started pouring himself a fresh cup.  “Even though, no, two of us in the fridge doesn’t make any sense, that’s stupid, forget I said that–”

“Sorry big guy!” Tony interrupted. “I put it down on the bottom shelf when I was putting left overs away. Bottom shelf, far corner.”

“Much thanks, Anthony.”

Look look look.” Tony elbowed Bucky when Thor bent over to search the bottom of the fridge for several minutes, and Steve just stared helplessly, his hand tightening around the coffee mug until his knuckles were white.

“Here it is.” Thor straightened with a triumphant smile. “Thank you again, Anthony. Captain, will I see you on the training grounds?”

“Def-definitely.” Steve stuttered, and Thor winked at him.

“Perhaps the two of us can spar one on one, today. I would enjoy pushing you into submission.”

Thor left the kitchen, and the cup in Steve’s hand shattered into about a million pieces, raining hot coffee all over the floor. The Captain didn’t even notice, still staring out the door where the demi god had gone.

“Third time this week.” Tony said with a satisfied smile. “Third mug Steve has shattered because Thor bent over in front of him.”

“This is what your doing with your mornings? Thinking of ways for Steve to embarrass himself?” Bucky demanded and Tony frowned at him.

“Well, I mean, its not like I’m malicious about it, I just think its funny how much of a goober he turns into every time Thor’s around. Honestly Its not like–”

“Oh no, I don’t have a problem with it.” Bucky hastened to assure him. “Just wondering if I can help.”

“Well.” Tony leaned forward, eyes sparkling mischievously. “I plan on telling Thor that his shower isn’t working, but he can use Steve’s any time he needs.”

“You’re the worst.” Bucky said before kissing him. “I love you so much.”

Richie and Eddie as Brooklyn Nine-Nine quotes:

(most of these are Jake and Amy because let’s face it Reddie fits them perfectly lmao)

*after losing a bet*

Richie, introducing himself at a crime scene: Hi there, I’m “Detective Right-All-The-Time” *gestures to Eddie* and this is my partner, “Detective Terrible Detective”.

*on Halloween night*

Ben: Eddie, you don’t like Halloween?

Eddie: Only if you can make everyone kind, sober and fully-dressed.

Richie: “Kind, Sober and Fully-Dressed”, guys we’ve found the name for Eddie’s sextape!

*after saying Eddie should run for Union Rep*

Richie: Going to meetings, writing stuff down, you love that nerd stuff.

Eddie: Writing stuff down is nerdy? Then what do you do?

Richie: I just forget stuff like a cool person.


Eddie: Lay off the Captain, that man is gonna be my rabbi.

Richie: Okay, first of all, when you use the word ‘rabbi’ you know that turns me on, and that’s unfair in a work environment.

*after a fight*

Richie: Okay, let’s agree to say sorry on the count of three: one, two, three-

Eddie: …

Richie: …

Richie: See, now I’m just disappointed in the both of us.

*walking into work*

Eddie: Well, you look happy. Let me guess, your egg salad sandwich fell on the floor and so they gave it to you for free.

Richie: No, can you do that? Why doesn’t everybody just drop their sandwiches on the floor?

Eddie: I was trying to insult you.

Richie: Instead you gave me an amazing life hack.

*in the lunch room*

Richie: *about to put hot sauce on his sandwich*

Eddie, knowing Richie: Careful, that stuff is pretty hot.

Richie: Oh yeah? *dumps entire bottle on it* *starts eating it and begins to cry*

Eddie: …

*proving a point*

Eddie, holding up two photos: Here are two pictures, one is a photo of your locker, the other is a garbage dump in the Philippines. Can you guess which is which?

Richie, points to one: That one’s the dump?

Eddie: They’re both your locker!

*after dating for several years and working a case*

Richie: Hey, this is where we were the night I won our bet and you fell madly in love with me.

Eddie: … Richie.

Richie: Fine, the night you flirted with me for twenty seconds and I became obsessed with you forever.

14. kiss me quick

Oh boy. Ohh man. Buckle the fuck up. I saved this one for last for a reason. (also thank you for the compliment omg)

*Connexion Manquée translates to missed connection.

“He is so fast!” Adrien hissed as he dodged yet another pink laser beam. The beam glanced off the brick wall behind him, almost touching his tail (which he whipped out of the way). Ladybug was forced to dodge it too with a quick back handspring. “Why is he so fast!”

“I’m going to assume that is rhetorical,” Marinette panted. This fight had been savage in that they hadn’t been able to let down their defenses for even an instant. The second they tried to switch to offense, those blasted pink laser beams shot out from Connexion Manquée’s smart phone, sending the two heroes leaping away in fear. It had only taken about five seconds when they first arrived on the scene to understand everything about this akuma.

(1) Judging by all the shouting about online presences and missed opportunities and fake women and nice guys, he had been walked out on during some kind of Tinder date. “Gee, I wonder why,” Chat Noir drawled at Ladybug, who was currently rolling her eyes.

(2) Judging by the way he both protected it and screamed about it, the pesky butterfly was undoubtedly lurking in the phone in the akuma’s hands. 

(3) Judging by the flashy glittery rays of light shooting from its screen, the phone was also being used as the primary weapon.

(4) Judging by what happened when the dynamic duo dodged the Connexion’s first direct attack at them, they realized that under no circumstances could they risk being hit. 

When Chat dodged right and Ladybug dodged left, they both turned to watch where the light struck in order to better understand what they were up against here. As they did, they saw a group of innocent bystanders that had gathered under the awning of a local pub, eyes wide in alarm as the light rocketed toward them. Marinette gasped and Adrien cried out in warning, but it was already too late. The light struck the group and dazzled them all out of sight for a second before fading. When it did, both Marinette’s and Adrien’s hearts stopped. The girl in the forefront whirled around to grab the girl behind her and yank her into a sudden, passionate, very physical kiss–followed with enthusiasm by the other four people.

“Oh no,” Marinette whimpered. There’d been only one akuma with a power like this before.

It had been bad.

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PLL is the worst but that scene between Toby and Spencer had me sobbing

Serious kudos to those actors

(Although in other news, killing off Toby’s wife just so they can be together is so problematic like????)

-Also “check the appendix” when you just receive a life-size version of yourself means the actual appendix, like are you serious

- Caleb calling Hannah’s vagina her “spicy tuna roll” my GOD can we get some new writers in that room please and can those actors try a little harder than just phoning it in at this point holy disaster


-I know Aria isn’t A but she is the only thing that mattered this episode: total badass, nice acting performance, interesting storyline and dope ass wardrobe like where can I get those outfits 

-They said there will be “two weddings this season” so does Yvonne and Toby count as one? Which means that Caleb and Hannah will probably be two which means Aria will dump Ezra’s pedophiliac/polygamous ass and end up with Jason?? TELL ME ITS TRUE

- If Spencer isn’t really Spencer, and it’s Bethany pretending to be Spencer, that is the only explanation I will accept at this point. It would explain her Caleb obsession, it would explain the newfound lack of chemistry between Spoby, it would explain Spencer’s turn on the game being bogus while everyone else’s was brutal, it would explain her being such a colossal bitch to Mrs. Hastings for adopting her, and it just would be a smart twist on the OG plot line from the books. If it’s any other explanation, I’m done. 

BATIM Sketch Dump

Normally, I don’t post sketches or make sketch dumps, but I really wanted to practice more Bendy stuff, so here you go.

From left to right:

Top row:
1. Bendy swing dancing with my “purrsona,” Kitty Cat.
2. Phantom Bendy (Inspired by @arsonsara‘s upcoming “Phantoon of the Opera” audio cartoon.)

Middle row:
3. Sweater Bendy (From @doodledrawsthings‘s “Hell’s Studio” AU.)
4. Ink-Bendy (Drew this while listening to “Gasoline” by Halsey.)
5. Cheeky Lil’ Devil (…Just needed an excuse to draw him in this pose, lol.)

Bottom row:
6. Alice Angel (Drew her while listening to “Bring on the Men” from Jekyll and Hyde.)
7. Dr. Bendy Jekyll (Inspired by the musical Jekyll and Hyde.  Having a hard time deciding between the two looks.  What do you guys think?)

Feel free to reblog, if you can.  Every little bit counts.  Thanks!  ^^

Bendy and the Ink Machine © theMeatly
Artwork © JordantheCat11

Change of Plans: Part Two

A/N: And here is the other half of this fic. I got an amazing response and I am so grateful to anyone who left any comments. Thanks to @themcuhasruinedme again for helping me out on this.

Word Count: 2106

Requested by anon:  Hello there ! I was wondering, do you think you could write a angsty Bucky x Reader where he dumps her like trash and she ends up falling in love with Wolverine but Bucky’s also in love with her, please

Warnings: Cheating, a bit of angst, maybe as curse word idk

Part one

Looking at the mirror in front of you, you smoothed out you dress and let out a long sigh. Logan was supposed to be there in 30 minutes and to say you were nervous would be an understatement.

Hearing a knock on you door, you let out a noise of acknowledgment before Jean came in and smiled at you. “You look great Y/N. I’m glad you decided to go out with Logan.” She said, her face glowing with pride.

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I wanna sleep next to you…But that's all I wanna do right now...

Note. For the purpose of this work Liv never opened Aaron’s phone she just hid it from Robert.

So @aarondingel and I made you guys a present - We hope you like it! Enjoy part 1:

Aaron was exhausted. His family were a lot to deal with most days but today had been especially hard and all he’d really wanted to do was go to bed with his husband. He just wanted to sleep for a week wrapped up in Robert’s safe arms and after they’d both had all the sleep they could, he wanted to spend some quality time getting to know his husband’s body again. But unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen for a little while because Robert had been dragged off somewhere, by an upset Noah of all people.

While no one was paying attention, Aaron snuck into the backroom of the pub and collapsed down onto the couch, with his newly charged phone in his hand. He knew he’d only been away weeks, compared to the months it could have been but it felt longer. Aaron had felt so disconnected from everyone and everything when he was inside but even he had to laugh about how gutted he’d been that his phone’s battery was dead when he got home and tried to check it.

It’s not like anyone would have been contacted him. Everyone who mattered knew he’d been sent down and yet when he finally had enough battery charge to turn his phone on, the number of messages waiting for him surprised him. They couldn’t all be from Liv’s school, could they?

Aaron tapped on the message icon and started to read through them…

Oh god, Aaron felt his throat get tight and his eyes fill with tears. He didn’t know if he could do this, read these messages. He wanted to, god he wanted to know this Robert, but even though Robert had sent them to Aaron’s phone they still felt extremely private, like maybe Robert had never intended for him to read them.

Damn, he had missed his husband, so fucking much and even now he was home all he wanted was to be alone with Robert.

Aaron felt a burst of guilt. He’d just assumed that Robert had been too busy with work to worry or miss him too much, and besides Robert had support, people around to help him, that he could confide in, right? Aaron made up his mind he needed to know what Robert had wanted to say to him but couldn’t, because it mattered.

The tears were streaming down Aaron’s face now. All the nights he’d lain awake thinking about Robert home safe and warm in their bed but Robert had been just as alone as him, couldn’t take comfort in the familiar surroundings.  

Aaron was so proud of his husband, he’d kept his word, brought Aaron home safe and sound where he belonged, and it was a good thing too because he couldn’t be without Robert either.

Aaron laughed even as he sobbed.  Poor Robert everyone had been pilling things on him. Liv was enough of a handful to be sure, and Aaron couldn’t believe that his mum and Charity had thought that it was a good idea to dump Noah on Robert too. Not that Aaron didn’t think Robert would do his best, he knew how important family was to Robert even if no one else did. He had done a great job, you only had to see the two of them together today to realise that Noah had started to look up to and count on Robert.

Aaron used his sleeves to wipe at his eyes.

Aaron shut Robert’s messages he needed a second to breathe before reading more messages from his husband. One panic attack today was more than enough thank you very much.

[Part II] Crimson Frost

Originally posted by hardyness

Word count: 1,600+
Pairing: Peter Parker & Reader
Warnings: Spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming
Summary: Series to ‘[IDEA] Crimson Frost’: Even though Peter won’t join the Avengers, he promised to keep in contact with you. A friendship blossoms, but somehow you are still a mystery to him.
Part I
A/N: I don’t think it is much, but here’s part two of ‘Crimson Frost’. Even though I have holidays at the moment, I didn’t found much time in the last weeks. The next school year will start for me after the next week, hopefully my last as I intend on graduating at first try, haha. Enjoy! 💕

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Julian Blackthorn and slut shaming

I’ll get right into the point here: people, Julian didn’t “slut shamed” Emma. Don’t be stupid, he’d never done that. And if you think he had, maybe you should do a little research about slut shaming, cause slut shaming is about shaming women for their sexual behavior (when women don’t  behave exactly how the patriarch society demands them to), and Julian never snapped at Emma or got angry with her because of the way she expressed herself sexually (he would never do that btw, and besides, it’s clearer than water that he didn’t care she was sexually active and more experienced than him in this area), it was never about her sexual life, it was about her ROMANTIC life, and it is NOT THE SAME. Cause you might be sexually involved with someone without being romantic involved with this same someone, meaning, you can have sex with people without loving them. And even though Julian got jealous of people who were sexually and romantic involved with Emma, what he really got angry and upset about in LoS was the way Emma (in his point of view, of course; we have to remember that he didn’t know about the curse and what she was trying to do) treated her partners (actually, just Mark, because he didn’t care about Cameron at all), the way she seemed not to care about people’s feelings. So it wasn’t about the fact the she’s been fucking boys all around, it was the fact (in his mind) that she didn’t seem to care about them, about their feelings. For god’s sake, Julian is a demisexual king, so of course he cares about feelings! 

Now, let’s just imagine that you were in Julian’s place, so: you love your best friend romantically, then suddenly you and this best friend sleep together; after a while, you open up about your feelings, says that you love him/her and then it seems like is reciprocal, but your friend never really said she/he loved you; then it seems like you’re gonna be together, but then, out of the sudden, your friend dumps you and starts to date YOUR BROTHER (if you’re a hetero or a bisexual girl reading this, imagine that your friend is a boy and he started date your sister, and if you are a lesbian girl, imagine your friend as a girl and that she started to date your sister as well - btw, imagining Emma as a hetero guy and Julian as a demisexual girl is perfect to get the picture better)! I mean, like that didn’t sound asshole enough, right? And not counting that this happened like, one or two days after he/she dumped you, so… Yeah, great! But you know, you try to be cool with that, because you love them both and if they are truly in love, then, you know, you can’t do anything about it, you just want them to be happy, even if it hurts you, even if you’re miserable. But then, again, out of the sudden, your friend dumps your brother/sister out of nowhere, like that didn’t really matter at all for her/him. So, he/she didn’t just dump you, but your sister/brother as well, like you both were nothing. I mean, relationships comes and goes, but the fact that your friend didn’t dump you because he/she was in love, he/she just dumped you because YES and started to date your sister/brother because YES and then just dumped them cause he/she felt like WHATEVER/BECAUSE YES, I mean… You would feel like shit; you would feel like you meant nothing to this person, that your feelings didn’t mean nothing to this person, and so your brother’s/sister’s. (believe me, I know…) And all of this, all of this that your best friend had done to you, regardless of their gender, is an asshole thing to do and don’t even try to argue otherwise. People have feelings, they aren’t toys who could be messed around and be okay with that.

Now, do you remember what Julian said in the cottage when he spelled out everything? If you don’t, I’ll remind you: “’You’re right.’ (…) ‘I don’t understand. I don’t understand any of it, Emma, I don’t understand why you suddenly decided you didn’t want me, you wanted Mark, and then you decided you didn’t want him either and you dropped him like he was nothing, in front of everyone. What the hell were you thinking-’

‘What do you care?’ she demanded. ‘What do you care how I feel about Mark?’

‘Because I needed you to love him,’ Julian said.(…) ‘Because if you threw me away and everything we had, it had better be for something that meant more to you, it had better be for something real, but maybe none of this is ever real to you-’

‘Not real to me?’(…) ‘(…), you don’t know what I’m trying to do-’

‘What are you trying to do? How about what you did do? How about breaking my heart and breaking Cameron’s and breaking Mark’s?’(…) ‘What, am I missing someone else, some other person whose life you want to wreck forever?’(…) ‘Yes, oh. You really think I’m going to fall in love with someone else?’ Julian demanded. ‘You think I get to do that? I’m not you, I don’t get to fall in love every week with someone different.(…)’ (…) ‘I thought you loved me,’ he said, almost in a whisper. ‘I don’t know how I got that so wrong.’” - p.521-523. So, I think is pretty clear that everything Julian feels bothered about is feelings and NOT sexual behavior (if you still think it’s about that, first: I feel sorry for you, and second: try to read the extended cottage scene, maybe you’ll see how much he cares about Emma’s sexual behavior and experience with other boys). And after putting yourself in his place, doesn’t everything Emma did (just seeing it through his point of view, of course) do not sound really prickish to you, to say the least? I mean, how could you blame someone that felt used (and felt that his brother was used as well) at being angry and snapping at the person that caused this feeling? Of course a pricky behavior doesn’t excuse a pricky response, but it’s extremely understandable. It’s not like he hadn’t the right to feel angry, he had! All the right! I mean, how would you have felt in his place? And how would you have reacted in his place? Some people would have reacted much worse, I bet! I mean, I know how it is to feel used, to feel like trash, to feel that you don’t mean anything to the person you love, and it’s not cool… It’s just not cool at all, and if you don’t know this feeling, I hope you don’t get to ever do… So, I understand Julian deeply in this matter. 

Well, overall, the message is basically this: stop saying that Julian slut shamed Emma, “called her a whore” or these other non senses I’ve seen throughout this website cause it just makes you seem stupid and incapable of interpret text and understand characters. Julian loves and appreciates Emma, and he SO doesn’t care about Emma’s sexual behavior and experience that if she was a real dick, she could use him as sex toy and he’d accept it, even though it would make him feel more like trash than ever. Don’t believe me? Page 267, second paragraph: “He could feel his heart beating through his body. Every other emotion-his jealousy of Mark, the pain of separation from Emma, his worry for the children, his fear of what the Seelie Court held for them-faded. Emma was looking at him and her cheeks were flushed and her lips parted and if she leaned toward him, if she wanted him at all, he would give up and break down apart. Even if it meant betraying his brother, he would do it. He would pull her toward him and bury himself in her, in her hair and her skin and her body.

It would be a thing he would remember later with agony that felt like white-hot knives. It would be a further reminder of everything he could never really have. And he would hate himself for hurting Mark. But none of that would stop him. He knew how far his willpower went, and he had reached its limit.”

He’s such an Emma trash… So yeah, Julian is a demisexual (or more like emmasexual - got it? got it?) cupcake that would never slut shame the love of his life. And that’s that on that that.

Now bye.

anonymous asked:

Sherlock + reader with 145?

Characters: Reader x Sherlock Holmes

Warnings: none

Prompts: “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.”

Word Count: 498

A/N: hope you like it !!


Working with Sherlock was stressful. Yes, it was entertaining, and you learned quite a bit from him, but you had other work to do. Between balancing a small part-time job at a local grocery store, trying to keep up with all your university work and accompany Sherlock and John on their cases, sometimes you wondered if you were going to explode from stress. 

You fumbled to grab your keys from your coat pocket as you unlocked the apartment door, and you stumbled inside before dumping your books on the desk. When John moved out to live with Mary, Sherlock had allowed you to take John’s room. You took off your coat and dumped it onto the couch, and called out, “Sherlock, are you home?”

“In the kitchen.” he responded curtly, and you sighed. You slid your backpack off your shoulders and left it on the floor as you wandered into the kitchen, opening the cupboards to grab a cup and a tea bag. Sherlock looked up at you and asked, “Make one for me too.”

“Do it yourself.” you grumbled, and Sherlock rolled his eyes as you slammed the cabinet shut and moved to fill the kettle with water. 

“Get a bad grade on your essay?” Sherlock asked, peering into his microscope as you looked over your shoulder to glare at him. You never told him what was bothering you, because he could always deduce it. 

“Yeah, but that’s not the only thing that’s bothering me.” you sighed as you put the kettle onto the stove and leaned against the counter as you waited for it to boil. Sherlock held his hand out, and you sniffed before reaching for a pen on the other side of the table. You handed it to him, and he began scribbling on the notepad in front of him. “What are you working on?” 

“I’d tell you if you made me a cup of tea.” Sherlock responded, and you let out a dramatic sigh. Sherlock tilted his head to look at you, an amused smile on his face before asking. “Are you okay?” 

“Why do you ask?” 

“Because you’re wearing two different shoes.” Sherlock pointed to your feet, and in horror you looked down and realised he was right. 

“Today is just not my day.” you groaned loudly, bending down to take off your shoes. You heard Sherlock’s phone chime, and he picked it up and smirked at it. Without saying a word, he got to his feet and marched to the door, and you hurried after him, asking, “What is it?”

“Maybe this’ll cheer you up.” Sherlock responded, holding out his phone for you to read the text a Lestrade, asking Sherlock to look at a case. “Or would you rather study on your university courses?”

You knew which one you should do, but you shook your head. “Oh God, don’t make me study.”

Sherlock grinned as he grabbed his coat and remarked, “Please try to wear matching shoes this time.”

anonymous asked:

For the prompt thingy 8 or 7 with Neil

I went with “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

Thank you this was fun to write! I apologize if you wanted something angstier.

This was without a doubt the stupidest thing Neil had ever been forced to do in his entire life. And that included every close call from 8 years on the run and being in the backseat while Nicky drove.

“C’mon Neil. We all agreed to do it and it’ll be good for promotional shots. We just dump the bucket of ice on you and then you towel off. It takes three seconds.”

Neil looked over to where Dan and Renee, who had already taken their turns, were shivering in their towels and swimsuits. Despite their discomfort, Dan gave him a thumbs up.

Matt smirked. “And if you do it, I’ll let you be the one to dump the bucket on Kevin during his turn.”

Kevin made a choking noise that tilted the odds in Neil’s favor.

“Fine.” Neil said, “But if I die, I’m haunting your ass.”

Neil took his place next to the bucket, glancing at Andrew one last time. Andrew looked disinterested and simply flicked his cigarette in Neil’s direction, but he could tell Andrew was as close to amused as he got. Asshole.

“Do you want me to count it off or surprise you?”

“Count it off.” He didn’t want to react badly to a surprise sensation.

“One, two..”

Neil inhaled sharply as the icy water poured over him. He was instantly thankful for the extra layer of his tshirt and regretting wearing it for the way it stuck to his skin.

“You okay, buddy?”

“I’m fine. Just get me a towel.”

Content that Neil was alive, Matt handed him a towel off their stack and Neil immediately wrapped it around himself.

“Go warm up and I’ll bring you over for Kevin’s. We’re doing his last because it’ll make us the most money.”

Neil ignored Kevin’s indignant noise in favor of walking over to Andrew.

Andrew looked up at him. “Are you regretting not saying no when given the chance?”

“It wasn’t too bad.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“As if you didn’t already know.”

When Andrew rolled his eyes and turned away, Neil shook his head around like a dog to try and dry his hair, a few droplets hitting Andrew who stared at him in disbelief.


Neil laughed. “I couldn’t let you get out of this completely dry, could I?”

“Why do I keep you alive?”

Neil just laughed, before he heard, “Hey, lovebirds! We’re taking bets on whether Kevin will cry. Thoughts?”

“Nah, he’ll just sulk the rest of the day.”

Neil rubbed the towel up and down his arms one more time before saying, “Wanna help me with Kevin’s?”

Andrew stomped out his cigarette and didn’t answer, but followed Neil as he walked over to where Kevin was sitting like someone who had been led to the executioner’s chair.

“Ready?” Neil asked.

Kevin was halfway through a scathing retort before Neil tipped the bucket onto him and he was swearing vigorously.

Cheers were tossed around, money was exchanged, and drink plans were arranged and the Foxes promo day was officially a success.


The “my first time using magnets” or “Hermes was smiling down on me” haul

Tie dye dress - 17.90
Velvet dress - 17.90
Red tiger top - 15.90
Mesh top - 12.90

Pale pink velvet romper - 40

Satin robe - 49.50

Gold necklace - 12.99
Large lace choker - 12.99
Lace and velvet chokers - 9.99
Black rock and solid black chokers - 9.99
Irridescent chokers - 12.99
Patches - 7.99

Crystal choker - 19.99

$ephora !!!!!!!!!:
Anastasia liquid lipstick in potion - 20
Kat von d everlasting liquid lipstick in witches - 20

Too faced chocolate bar palette - 49
Tarte park ave princess bronzer - 30
Better than sex mascara - 23
Maybelline instant age rewind concealer - 8.99
Too faced melted matte lipstick in wicked - 21
Nyx foul mouth lipstick (not pictured) - 6.99

Total: 420.01 (ayyyyyy)

I also got some mags and cat food, which ups the total to about 441.98.

This is my biggest haul and probably the beginning of me really going big. After three tries, i finally found a combo of magnets that actually works on most tags! It requires a bit of fiddling, but I get there.

So I went to p@csun and the magnets didnt work on their tags, but that gorgeous velvet romper, which is the reason I went in the first place, was UNTAGGED!! It was also the only one left in my size, so it was meant to be. I know that’s sus, so I won’t be going back there for awhile. (I can’t anyway cuz my magnets don’t work there).

They didn’t count at V$, and i managed to find one bra not tagged and not on a hanger, so I stuck the tag and hanger from the robe on that and left it all in the dressing room. I don’t think I was even a little sus.

Then at eff21, the girl did count, so I detagged and put them on untagged stuff. There was one left over so I double tagged a denim jumper and brought it out with me. And then I concealed on the floor. I haven’t had to do that, so I didn’t get all the jewelry I wanted because once I had concealed the clothes, i decided I had pushed my luck and faked a call and dumped my bag.

Then I went to SEPHORA!!! I’ve avoided that place cuz it’s so hard, but I finally managed to get two lipsticks. I was CS’d a bit, but I don’t think they were sus, just doing their jobs.

And then ulta was deserted and I was never approached. I grabbed two of everything but the palette and concealed in cheap skincare and hair accessories. That palette was the ONLY one in the building without a white box of death!! It wasn’t even RFIDed!! I can’t believe my luck. Although I’m not crazy about that palette. It might be my brushes, but it doesn’t seem very pigmented.

The rest was easy. The jewelry I had already done two days prior because I was mad my magnets before didnt work.

Anyway, this was my luckiest haul yet!! I looooove all my stuff!!!

Friends 1989: part one

part two

Word count: 4153

Kai Parker x reader ft. Jo

Summary: It’s 1989 in Portland where the reader, Kai and Jo are all best friends. But sometimes emotions get in the way of friendship.

a/n: im honest to god doing like ten parts for this lmao. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think because it would really mean a lot to me :) As well, part two is coming out on friday, nov. 24th !!

You headed to your locker as the bell rang at the end of the day and dumped out your notebooks, waiting for kai to come along. The only classes you two had together were english and math, so every afternoon he would come by your locker and you would walk home with him.

“Hey,” Kai greets. “How was bio?”

You can’t help but groan as you grab your jacket. “Don’t even get me started. I have a huge test tomorrow.”

“Crap, so do I.” Kai realizes. You both took all the same classes and had all the same teachers but still only had two classes together. You link your arm with his and start walking back to Kai’s house.

“I guess we’ll have to study, then.” You tell him.

“Of course.” Kai groans.

The two of you laugh as you continue down the street. Kai’s house was your home as well, even though you two weren’t even related, just best friends. Everyday after school you went to his house and stayed over until supper, sometimes you would even spend the night. Joshua treated you as one of his own and you always felt welcomed. You even kept some of your clothes over there for the next day.

You let yourself in as kai closes the door behind himself, and take off your shoes.

“Hello, y/n.” Joshua greets. “How was school?”

“Terrible.” Kai answers.

“We have a huge test tomorrow.” You explain.

“Well, I’ll let you kids go study.” He smiles.

The two of you run to the kitchen first, just like you always did, to grab a snack. You push kai out of the way as he tries to get to the kitchen before you and the two of you both laugh. Kai grabs his usual pork rinds as you search the fridge.

“You bought me ice cream?” You exclaim, taking out the tub and laying it on the counter.

“Yeah,” Kai laughs. “What are you doing?”

“Getting a bowl?” You ask.

“Just take the whole tub. We bought it for a reason, you know.”

You smile as you take the pork rinds and ice cream upstairs. You race to his room as well, laughing so hard over something so stupid, causing Jo to pop out of her room.

“Spoiling supper much, you two?” She grins.

“Hey, jo!” You greet her. Kai pushes past you so you push him hard, making him the both of you laugh even more. Jo goes back to listing to her music as kai slams his bedroom door.

Jo was just as much of your friend as kai was, even though you didn’t hang out as much. Jo always walked home before the two of you and mostly stayed in her room. Kai after all was the glue that held the three of you together.

You throw the bag of pork rinds at kai as he collapses on his bed. You take out your textbook and plop down next to him, opening up the ice cream.

“Put that down. Please.” Kai whines.

“No way am I putting down this ice cream.” You snap. “Not until you put down those nasty pork rinds!” You smile.

“No, the textbook. I don’t want to do this y/n. Let’s just watch a movie.”

“Study first, movie second.” You tell him, grabbing a pork rind.

“Pleeeeease y/n?” He drawls out. How could you say no to him?

“Fine. But only a short one.”


Hours later the two of you were sitting on the floor, somehow still eating ice cream and pork rinds. Kai had crumbs all over his shirt and the floor was an absolute mess from the dripping ice cream. The movie was almost over and you wished it could have been longer, because you didn’t want it to end.

“Supper’s ready.” Jo says as she knocks on the door.

Kai throws the remaining junk food under his bed and switches off the tv before jo can come in and notice that the two of you hadn’t done anything but goof off this entire time. You open the door before Jo can, thankfully.

“Hey y/n,” Jo says as the three of you walk downstairs. “I was thinking we could play truth or dare later? That is if you’re staying the night.”

“I wasn’t planning on it but I could never pass up a good game.” You smile.

“Forgetting about someone?” Kai interrupts. “I am allowed to play truth or dare too.”

“Of course.” Jo says as she takes her seat at the table.

Kai and jo’s other siblings all sat at the table too, Joshua at the end. You sat next to kai as always. Kai’s father had really outdone himself tonight, like he did every Thursday evening. Macaroni, bread rolls, everything you could ask for all sat in the middle of table. Supper with the parkers was always ten times better than eating at a restaurant.

Everyone digs into the food, filling themselves. The fresh bread rolls are the first to go, as usual.

“How is your studying going, malachai?” Joshua asks.

You glance at Kai, and his eyes widen. He was a terrible liar. He always smiled and laughed when he lied and everyone could see right through him.

Kai starts to chuckle as he shoves more food in his mouth.

“Shut up, Kai.” You mutter. “Pretty good.” You cover for him.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Joshua smiles, taking a bite of his roll.

Supper was amazing as always. It was Joey’s turn to help wash the dishes so you, Kai and jo were free to go after you were done eating.

“How about that game of truth or dare, now?” Jo asks.

“Yeah, definitely!” Kai says, sarcastically. “Cause why wouldn’t I want to play a chicks game?”

“Hey,” you say, hitting kai. “You were the one who agreed to play.”

“And it’s not a girls game!” Jo laughs. “It’s a fun game! I’ll be back in a second.” She runs into her room to grab the mason jars; one with dares and the other with truths inside. She sits down on the floor in Kai’s room and the two of you join her.

“Who wants to go first?” She asks. “I vote y/n.”

“Fine.” You agree.

“So y/n.” Jo says, drawling out the last part of your name. “Truth or dare?” She whispers.


“Classic y/n.” Kai laughs.

Jo scrambles the paper around in the jar and finally pulls out one.

“Ooooh.” She gasps. Her eyes grow ten times larger when she reads it. “Do you have a crush?” Jo loved hearing all the latest gossip. If something happened in school, Jo was the first to know.

Kai and Jo stare you down, waiting for an answer. The three of you were such close friends, why wouldn’t you tell the truth? Part of you didn’t want to because you feared what would be in store if they found out who it was. But life is all about taking risks, right? At least that’s what Kai had taught you.

“Okay fine.” You give in. “I do.”

“well who is it?” Kai’s eyes widen. “How did I not know about this?”

“What’s he like! Who is he!” Jo claps her hands like a kid, waiting to hear all about him.

“Hes perfect.” You accidentally look at Kai a second too long. You already felt like he knew.

“He has this best personality and he’s so kind and funny. Did I mention he’s like the sweetest guy alive?”

“Ooooh y/n is in love!” Jo exclaims.

“Oh Shut up.” You toss a pillow at her as you all laugh.

“Any other details we should know about this mystery guy?” Kai asks.

“Nope. That’s enough for now.” You smile. “Well enough of that. Kai, your turn.”


“Malachai Parker! Did you just pull a y/n?” Jo gasps, batting her eyelashes. She leans back in fake shock.

Kai picked a truth? This was bigger than when Kai had let Joey beat him at Dr.Mario. Kai never picked a truth before. He always chose dares because it meant he could do something stupid that made everyone laugh.

“Why, josette! I believe I just did!” He exclaims, making you dissolve into a fit of laughter.

Jo hands you the jar and you pull out one of the slips.

“Seriously? This is too easy.” You mutter. “Name three things on your bucket list.”

“Seriously? This is too easy.” Kai says. There was no way in hell he had just heard you. It just proved how similar the two of you were. “Name three things on your bucket list.”

“One, to take my gal pals on a trip across America.” He nudges to you and jo.

“What makes you think I would want to be stuck in a car with you twenty four seven while you do nothing but eat pork rinds?” You ask, punching him playfully.

“Because you’d be lost without me.”

“True.” You smile.

“Two, I want a lifetime supplies of pork rinds. And ice cream for y/n because that’s one of the only things that can make her smile.”

You make the okay sign with your fingers, making jo smile at the two of you.

“And last but not least, i’d tell my crush how I felt about her. Because she’s absolutely perfect. And I think she might like me back.” 

Wow. Kai has a crush too. You didn’t know how to react. You wanted him to be happy because he was your best friend, but you wanted to be more than that. Your feelings would ruin what the two of you currently had. It’s not like it mattered now anyways. Whoever the girl was; was very lucky to have Kai in love with her. You just couldn’t imagine kai being with someone else. You wanted him to be yours but now what?

You don’t even smile at Kai this time, which only makes him look at you, weirdly.

“Hey, y/n?” He asks, putting his hand on your thigh. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you brush him off. “I just need some air.”

You walk out without saying anything else, both of them following you. “You don’t have to come with me.” You say. You just needed to be alone, even if it was only for a second.

“Are you sure?” Kai asks. He looked genuinely concerned. This never happened before.

You nod you head yes as kai stays upstairs, watching you leave. Jo follows you and you don’t mind too much. She could keep secrets.

Jo opens the door for you as you take a seat on the deck’s swing. She sits so close to you, not letting any space pass between the two of you.

“Now. Tell me what that was all about. I know you better than anyone, even more than malachai sometimes.” She says. But you didn’t want to talk. Not yet at least.

“I know you’re upset by what he said.”

“Why would i be upset about him having a crush?” You ask.

“Because I didn’t even say what he said. You just told me.” She smiles, shyly.

“You like him.” Jo says, her hand on your shoulder.

“No. I don’t, jo. I’m just-” you brush her off, just like you did with kai. “I’ve got to go.”

You dart off the front porch, leaving jo calling after you. When you don’t reply she starts chasing after you.

“Y/n! Stop!” She calls, grabbing your arm. “Talk to me.”

“I’ll see you at school, josette.”

Jo was furious. Not that you there were having so much fun and you decided to leave, but because you wouldn’t talk to her. You were all best friends and she was hurt. And because you used her full name, which was only ever used when Joshua was mad or when you and kai were joking.

But this time it wasn’t a joke.

“See you at school.” Jo mutters under her breath. “Be safe, y/n.”


“Did y/n just leave?” Kai asks. He was so loud he was sure that the whole house would beat him.

Jo doesn’t answer, she just nods yes.

Jo leaves kai without no other explanation, and goes to her room. Kai goes off to his, and neither one of them says another word all night, until it’s time to go to bed.

Kai walks on in to find jo as usual, reading a book her father had given her. He sits down on the bed, not saying a word. He didn’t need to though, because his face said enough. He was absolutely heart broken.

He felt as if everything was his fault. That he shouldn’t have said he liked you. He knew he made you uncomfortable and all he wanted was to go back in time to keep his mouth shut.

“Malachai?” Jo whispers. “What’s wrong?”

Kai sits down next to jo as she puts the book down. It was rare that Kai ever went into jos room, let alone sit down and have a talk with her.

“Kai? What’s wrong?” She asks again.

“I…” Kai pauses. “I don’t know.”

Jo never knew someone could cry so much. Kai was full on sobbing within seconds. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“I messed up,” he cries.

Joshua could hear kai crying from all the way downstairs. The whole house could hear him. Their father peeps his head through the door, eyeing jo comforting kai. Jo nudges her head towards the wall, making her father leave. She didn’t want anyone making things worst for him.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Jo assures him.

“No it’s not.” Kai snaps, pulling back. “She’s my best friend and I just ruined everything!” He grabs jo’s wrists, making her wince.

“Malachai, stop it! You’re hurting me!” Jo hisses.

“Don’t you understand? I’m hurt too! And there’s nothing I can do to fix it!”

A red glow appears from under Kai’s hands. He felt jos magic fly through him, making him smile. It felt so good to have magic; he felt like he could do anything.

“Malachai!” Jo yells. “Stop it!” Jo could already feel herself getting weaker. This wasn’t like kai. He never acted out like this. Well at least he hadn’t in awhile.

Last time he acted out like this, was (twelve) years ago, when he was only a toddler. He started discovering new things about himself, like the fact that he was a siphon. He only ever took jo’s magic once, and that was then. Kai had made her so weak that Joshua had no other option but to punish him. But years Later he had met you, and you were the only one who could keep him acting sevil.

“Malachai Parker!” Joshua snaps, running in and pulling his son away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Before Kai can come up with an answer that actually makes sense, Joshua speaks again.

“Where’s y/n? You didn’t hurt her too, did you?”

Silence. “She hurt me, father.” Kai coos. “She hurt me!”

Kai wakes up, drenched in sweat. He was still plopped down on Jo’s bed, Jo asleep right next to him. It was still dark out. It was just a dream. A nightmare.

“Jo?” Kai asks, nudging his sister. “Are you awake?”

“No.” Jo replies, simply.

“Sorry.” Kai apologizes. He couldn’t get over how badly he had hurt you. Now he felt that he had hurt jo too, just because he had woken her up.

“Don’t apologize, silly.” Jo scoffs. “I’m always here for you. Just talk to me.”

Kai couldn’t even get himself to look at his own sister. It was his fault that he lost you which only made jo loose her friend too. Sure it was one day. Just one time but still; kai had no idea if things would ever be the same again.

“Okay.” Jo whispers. “You don’t have to talk. I know what’s wrong.” She assures him. “I know you like y/n.”

“How.” Was all kai could get out. He wasn’t even questioning her; was it that obvious that he liked you?

“How didn’t i know?” Jo smiles. “You love her. It’s okay, Malachai.”

“I…” Kai pauses. “I just thought that she liked me back. But if she did she would have told me. She wouldn’t have just run off like that.”

“I hate to agree with you kai, but-” Jo stops for a moment, wondering if she should go any further. “I don’t think she would ever like you back.”

Kai sighs. Jo could be harsh but at least now the both of them were on the same page.

“Give her time, Malachai. She might come around. Don’t go pressuring her to talk.”

“I messed up.” Kai cries again. It had only been a few hours without you but kai was truly heartbroken.

Jo did everything she could to comfort him, but she knew it wasn’t enough. Jo ended up passing out with sleep on her bed again, not able to stay awake for a second longer. The two of them laid there for the rest of the night, each of them drowned in their own thoughts about everything that had happened that afternoon.

Kai nods his head as he dozes off again, this time not having a single thought about how you felt.


“Kai? Aren’t you going to eat?” Joshua asks at the table. “You’ve barely touched your breakfast.” He points out.

All of Kai’s siblings were scarfing down bacon and eggs and toast, but for once kai felt so empty. He had knots in his stomach that he couldn’t get rid of. All he felt like was sobbing twenty four seven.

“I’m not hungry.” He mutters. “I’ll see you later.” Kai grabs his book bag and leaves, jo quickly excusing herself from the table and following him out the door.

“Kai, wait up,” jo calls out as she jogs up to him. “Maybe you should stay home today. I can talk to y/n if you like.”

Kai just shrugs. “That’s fine josette. I’m just gonna lay low I guess.” Kai mutters. Jo knew he didn’t want her making things worst. But she knew if she didn’t talk to you than things would get way worse than they already were.


That afternoon at school just as you had finished your bio test, the teacher called you up. You hoped that you hadn’t done anything wrong, or gotten blamed for something you didn’t take part in. This tended to happen a lot when kai was around because kai being himself was always playing pranks and doing things everyone knew he shouldn’t be doing.

“Is everything okay, miss?” You ask, softly. It was very rarely that you ever got called up, so you were curious as to what she wanted to tell you.

“Your friend, Malachai. How is he?” She asks.

You hadn’t even thought about kai since you left him yesterday. You didn’t want to think about him or what he was thinking. You were upset and filled with mixed emotions, just wanting some time to think.

“How is he?” You ask, unsure of what she meant.

“He didn’t complete the test. He wrote his name and then proceeded to stare out the window for the remainder or the class. Has something come over him?”

Of course this was all your fault. Kai would never do something so foolish and now you were getting the blame. Not from your teacher but you knew what kai was like. He’d tell his family and then you’d be the one to get in trouble.

“I think he’s caught a cold, actually.” You lie. “I have to get going.”

You find jo waiting for you outside of the classroom. You decided to walk home with just jo today instead of Kai, just for a change. You had spent the whole day with jo including lunch, sitting in silence. Things weren’t the same without kai but you just needed time. You hadn’t seen kai at all and hoped you didn’t for the rest of the day even though you were all heading back to his house. You didn’t know where kai had run off to at lunch, but part of you didn’t care.

“Hey!” Jo greets. “What did your teacher want?”

You sigh and jo immediately rolls her eyes, knowing it was something stupid.

“Kai didn’t finish his test. He wrote his name and nothing else. The best part? He spent the whole freaking class looking out the window.”

Jo gasps. It was so unlike her brother to go such a thing. He was so much smarter than anyone ever let on. Now he was just giving up. It wasn’t fair to either one of you.

“Oh malachai.” Jo sighs. “I’ll make sure to explain to my dad before kai does.” Jo winks. “Don’t worry about it.”


Walking home with jo was different than walking home with kai. While the three of you were all best friends, you didn’t feel that spark like you did with kai. Silence stretched between you and jo for most of the walk home. You wanted to talk about your day, but things didn’t seem right. It’s not that you didn’t like jo, but things weren’t the same without kai around.

You headed upstairs and almost went into Kai’s room instead of jo’s. You walked in and immediately felt awkward, not knowing where to sit down or stand.

“Wow. I don’t even remember the last time I was in here.” You say as you study Jo’s room. Kai’s room was always the hang out as he liked to call it. It was where you shared all your best memories of one another and laughed until your faces hurt. But Jo’s room on the other hand was nothing special.

You and jo did your homework together and asked each other what you got for each question, but besides that there was nothing. If Kai had been here, the two of you would have been laughing and shoving your faces with junk food while you wanted you time talking about things that didn’t matter and making jokes.

“Kai! Jo! Dinner’s ready!” Mr. Parker calls out.

“One second!” Kai calls back. You tensed up at the sound of his voice, feeling so bad to be sneaking behind his back. He had no idea you were over, and it hurt to have to leave without saying goodbye to him. The both of you talked all day, everyday. This was the first day that you’ve never said anything to him. You felt so bad.

Buzz buzz.

Jo glances at you as you stare down at your jean pocket. Your pager buzzed and sure enough it was kai.

“Shit.” You mutter as the door flies open.

“Jo?” Kai asks. You held your breath behind the door, not wanting to be seen. But you could still see Kai perfectly through the small crack. It felt as if it had been years since you had last seen him even though it was barely a full twenty four hours.

“Yes?” Jo replies.

You could tell kai was looking around the room for an explanation. Jo remained silent. The moment seemed to drag on but you knew it was just because you felt so guilty to be going behind Kai’s back.

“I thought I heard y/n’s pager buzz. I guess I’m hearing things.” He chuckles. “Come on. Dads waiting.” And with that he slips back and down the stairs, Jo following him.

You manage to sneak out behind jo as she turns to the kitchen. You whisper a quick goodbye and head out the back door before anyone could notice. You look in the kitchen window, careful that no one noticed you. Jo had already begun to explain the whole test situation to her father as kai looked absolutely miserable.

Later that night you laid down on your bed, glaring at your pager. Kai buzzed in every hour and called your house, but you didn’t answer him. You were still so confused. You didn’t know if you were overreacting, wrong for pushing him away, confused about how you felt for him…the list went on and on and on. There were so many thoughts buzzing in your head, you didn’t know how to deal with them. You didn’t know who to talk to about what you were going through. It’s not like you could talk to kai or jo. There was no one and you were absolutely stuck for the first time in forever.

Little did you know that today was the last time you would ever see kai and go over to his home. His family that once became yours fell away. Things were never going to be the same afterwards.


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When James Potter moves into his first house, he is twenty years old and terrified. 

He wrestles with the rusted lock on the cottage door and finally shoulders it open. Lily reaches for his hand, or perhaps he reaches for hers but they intertwine tightly as they stare into the dark entryway. His wife’s other hand falls on her stomach, and the Potters cross the threshold together. 

James has not been inside this house since he was boy. Back then it was a place to stay for a weekend in a small Muggle village away from the hectic goings-on of the wizarding world. He thinks it seems smaller now, and then supposes anywhere seems small to someone who is not allowed to leave. He lights his wand, noting dust that has settled on the furniture from disuse. 

Lily sucks in a breath. His eyes dart to her stomach. Her hand rubs across her belly soothingly, which James understands to mean the baby is kicking. She catches his eye and gives him half a smile. “I’m hoping that means he likes it here.”

“Do you like it here?” he asks honestly.

“I will,” Lily says, with a determination that makes James look at her fondly. “We will.” 

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