do you ever get emotional over these two


  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘

happy 18th birthday, noora amalie sætre ♡ april 6th, 1999

“what an awesome guy you are. i just can’t help but wonder what happened to you that gave you such a big inferiority complex, that shitting on a young, innocent freshman’s emotions makes you feel big and cool. never got any validation as a kid? didn’t mommy ever compliment your drawings? or was it daddy, who never showed up to your graduations? you didn’t have hair on your dick in seventh grade and got picked on for it? whatever it was, you need to get over it and start acting like a human being. stop walking around like a fucking cliché.” 

The Signs with a Broken Heart

This post is essentially based on my/my friends’ real life experiences.I’ll also try to include some advice how to get over this struggle. Your Sun & Venus Signs matter!

I think that today, after having written some love posts, I had to think about those who spent this day alone, because they are comfortable with it, because they don’t need anyone, or maybe because their heart isn’t healed enough to start dating again. And it’s totally fair. Heartbreak is way too underrated lately in my opinion, we think about those with a sickness, we think about those who are poor, we say that as long as you are healthy, have a place to sleep, have something to eat, you must be happy, but sometimes an emotional wound is a lot harder to heal than a physical one. When you love someone, they become the most important part of your life. You share your days with them, you miss them, you decide where to go for a dinner together because you want them to be happy too, you basically change your whole lifestyle to fit theirs. And then if one day, they decide to take their love away, it feels like only half of your life is left and you ask yourself questions how it’s possible to make it stop just like that, from one minute to another. This is why it’s so hard to get over a broken heart. And sometimes it’s even worse to lose someone who never even was yours. You start questioning everything, why does life play such a prank on you and makes you meet them, like them, fall in love and all this for nothing, because they don’t share your feelings. A person questioning themselves, thinking that they aren’t good enough for a person they love, that someone else is and they aren’t, is probably one of the most hurtful feelings.

So here’s how I see the signs being hurt and hopefully this will help a few of you. Not because you will read this post and your pain will suddenly go away, no way, I just want you to know that there’s always someone to understand exactly how you feel, that you’re not alone.


As an Aries, you can be very emotional, but real feelings don’t reach you too often. Quite careless in your young years, you might be attracted to people physically, like them in different ways, call it love, feel sadness about losing them, but only the pain of a broken heart will tell you it was real. Because 

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  • this boy would love you with all of his entire heart
  • he would message you every single day to check up on you and make sure that you are okay
  • and then when he’s away on tour he would constantly send you little videos of everything that’s happening
  • i mean you’re gonna know when hyunwoo is going for a shit and when kihyun’s voice breaks in rehearsals because it’s the funniest thing ever
  • has adorable pet names for you like ‘princess’ and 'baby’
  • also calls you silly, over-the-top ones like 'seashell’ and 'sugarplum’ to make you laugh
  • honestly his life goal would be to make you laugh every single day
  • feels so sorry that he can’t be around as much as he’d like but you’re so understanding because you know it has always been his dream to be an idol
  • and seeing him work so hard makes you understand just how much he wants it
  • sometimes you make him watch no mercy back just so that you can make fun of the fact he managed to unexpose™ himself
  • forcing him to eat and take days off from the gym so that he can recover
  • and telling him that you love him just as much without abs because it makes his tummy more comfortable for cuddles
  • he is the cuddle master
  • will cuddle you whenever
  • lying on the sofa? cuddles
  • standing in line at the supermarket? cuddles
  • you surprise him at practise? cuddles
  • his arms are constantly around you waist or shoulders and his fingers are always entwined with yours
  • will always ask you to stay over even though he shares a room with three other boys
  • and always does a cute lil pout when you say no
  • then will always offer to stay rounds yours instead but you gotta tell him no because the boys need him more than you do
  • doesn’t give two shits about pda around the boys though
  • will kiss you, hug you, grab your ass in front of them
  • mostly because you’re always barging into practises and into the dorm to feed them
  • he always wants to do spontaneous things like go to the park at 2am or hire bikes and cycle along the han river when you’re in the middle of doing laundry
  • i bet he actually gives the best massages ever
  • when he sees that you’re stressed he’ll slowly knead your shoulders and relax all of the knots in the muscles
  • the most caring ever™
  • will also send you dirty messages at the most inappropriate times
  • like when you’re out for lunch with your parents or babysitting
  • mostly does it when he’s on tour because he knows you can’t just go round and see him to relieve the horniness that he has created
  • speaking of horny wonho…
  • this boy would be an absolute god in bed because come on, it’s wonhoe
  • can be very soft and gentle because he loves and cherishes you with all of his heart
  • but will also fuck you backstage on a dressing table whilst making you beg to cum because he’s an utter dick
  • like before he goes away on tour, the two of you have really loving, sweet 'going away on tour and not going to see each other for a moth’ sex
  • but when he gets back… boooooooy you’ve got lost time to make up for
  • counter sex
  • wall sex
  • floor sex
  • sofa sex
  • all the sex
  • and then so much love and aftercare
  • never wants to hurt you and will always ask if you’re okay and enjoying yourself
  • also loves it when you take control and tease the fuck outta him… literally
  • you’re never afraid to express your emotions around him and vice versa because you have so much trust and love for each other it’s unreal
  • sometimes he just sits and cries while you hold him because it all gets too much for him
  • and he’d do exactly the same for you in a heartbeat
  • fighting is rare but when it happens, it happens because it will be over something important
  • normally if either of you get annoyed you’ll go away and cool off
  • but if something serious happens then there will be shouting… a lot of it
  • but i don’t feel like fighting could ever last long because the two of you hate spending time apart
  • and then you’d talk it all out between you and even if it wasn’t fully resolved, you’d go back to normal as best as possible
  • the best part right now, okay?
  • kissing shin hoseok would be the best thing to ever happen to you
  • honestly
  • the best
  • he has the bestest, softest lips on any human ever and I also bet that he’s an amazing kisser
  • will tease you lots by pulling away just before you lips touch
  • but will move softly and slowly, just the way you love it
  • his hands will be in your hair, or on your waist pulling you towards him
  • that boy’s tongue knows exactly what it’s doing I’m telling you
  • and when it gets more heated, don’t be surprised when he pulls you on top of him or pushes you against a wall
  • he will always take silly candid pictures of you doing normal mundane things
  • like drinking coffee and making the bed
  • and then when he’s lying in the dorm in bed or on tour he’ll look through all the photos and get all happy and nostalgic
  • but he doesn’t know that you do exactly the same thing
  • honestly, couple-everything
  • i know it’s cheesy but he loves it
  • the two of you have couple t-shirts and rings and mugs and necklaces and phone cases and blankets and phone wallpapers
  • and sometimes you accidentally turn up to a date wearing similar outfits and you both just die of giggles
  • like once you both wore literally the same ripped jeans, a plain white t-shirt and trainers for a coffee date and you’ve never gotten over it
  • but if you send him a picture in the morning of you wearing your couple t-shirt, he’ll immediately swap whatever he’s wearing and put on his too, even if you aren’t going to see each other
  • Introducing you to him mum would be such a big thing for the both of you because he adores her so much
  • he would take you to her café after it has closed and the three of you would sit down and talk for hours
  • and she’d tell you loads of funny embarrassing stories while he sits and whines about it
  • and you can just tell that she’s so incredibly proud by everything that he’s achieved
  • and loves him with all of her heart
  • and you can’t help but feel the same
  • when it gets late he’ll take her home, whether it’s walking her or driving/getting a taxi
  • and when he drops you home after he’ll burst with happiness after you tell him how much you love him mum
  • and then he’ll tell you that she loved you too
  • my heart has officially stopped beating now
  • but okay just imagine hoseok as you’re boyfriend he would be the most caring, loving person ever
  • whoever gets to marry him is literally the luckiest person in the entire world tbh

anonymous asked:

Sorry if this is a serious burden, but I was wondering if you had some completed fic suggestions?

Of course it’s not, nonnie! Ok, let’s do this (I may cheat and put a few in that are aaaalmost complete I hope that’s ok):

Lost and Found and Red Sunrise by @lusterrdust because everybody knows that everything this woman writes is like little tiny pieces of stardust.

Fall in Light, Break Free and Run, and Born Losers by @sylwrites because once again, this lady’s talents are out of this damn world.

Self Conclusion by @betsforsythetrash whose fics just make me laugh and weep all at the same time.

Friends with Benefits by @juggieheadcoopers and The Reunion by @peacelovebughead which are both super sweet, mixing a little drama with fluff in just the right way.

Chiaroscuro by @formergirlwonder which was one of the first multis I ever read and let me tell you did it set the bar high, it’s phenomenal and the styling is immaculate and the plot is just *applauds*

Girls on Film @malmo722 which is something short and very, very sweet. And a lil spicy. 

Pieces of My Heart by @lazydaizies and like I don’t know how this woman does it but her writing is incredible, her update speeds are even more insane and like this is a huge fic just full of everything you could ever want from angst all the way up to domesticity.

Tales of An Endless Heart series by @lessoleilscouchants which still has another part to come I think, but like this fic series. This. Fic. Series. It was one of those ones were I came to it late so thankfully got to read it all in one go but like it stayed with me. The characters and the emotions were all I could think about for hours and I felt them in my chest and I just wanted better for them, I wanted things to be how they wished they were and while oh my god does it hurt in places it’s literally one of the best fics I’ve ever read. I love it so much.

We Used To Be Closer Than This (Is It Something You Miss?) by @sopaloma because this three parter (and one coda so far) is just so good. Like so good. It was hooked instantly and I was so glad it got posted so fast. A little look into a rocky Bughead future and man, you just need to read this asap.

Movie Nights by @gellbellshead and I know it’s not finished but it’s just so cute and I know this lovely lady will get around to as soon as she feels better (I hope you do, my love!) and it’s just so cute and grumpy cinephile Juggie is my life.

The Winged Beast by @onceuponamirror which, again, is only almost finished but holy hell do you need to read it. If I was gonna have an alternative to the actual series, this would be it. Because everything about it is immaculate. The characterisation is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, it’s so spot on and I’m just in awe honestly. 

Ever Since New York by @allskynostars only has two chapters left to go, and it’s been a wild ride! Sad and angsty and hot and emotional, this fic has it all.

Do You Believe in Fate? by @jennimisk is one from the early days and it’s so close to being over. I don’t know what I’ll do when I’m no longer getting updates from these wonderful versions of the characters! Although I’ll be so happy I don’t have to deal with clingy Jason anymore jeez!!

To B.C. I Still Love You by @camelotskingz I fell hook, line and sinker for this fic and the ending was just posted recently and I’m a mess.


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You placed your hand on Peter’s chest and gently pushed him so he was lying on his back beside you, and you straddled his legs.

‘OK, first time doing this, so tell me if you don’t like it OK?’  you said shyly.

‘If you’re doing it, I’m probably gonna love it.’ He smiled.

You wished you could hate the wave of joy and confidence his words sent through you, but you couldn’t.

You carefully slid your hands slowly down his chest, enjoying the feel of skin beneath your hands; you paused at the hem of his boxers.

You look up at him and see that he is looking into your eyes, and even though he doesn’t say it, you can just tell how bad he wants you to keep going.

With a quick deep breath you pulled down the boxers just enough reveal Peter’s…oh God.

There it was, the first one you had ever seen in your life, for a few seconds you just stared at it. It’s different than the one in your health book.

You blink and shake yourself out of your own thoughts.

‘Enjoying the show Darling?’ Peter teased as he gently rubbed your thighs.

‘I am, are you?’ you smiled.

‘Definitely, isn’t it obvious?’ he smiled back.

You look back down at the body part that shows you just how much he was enjoying it.

OK (Y/N), time to do this.

Slowly and gently you wrapped your fingers around his…you guess you might as well call it a cock. Anyway, you shyly took hold of his cock.

It was honestly so weird feeling, like yeah it was stiff, but not rock hard like you’d imagined it would be. You tighten your hand around it a bit more, getting feel for it. (pun totally intended)

Experimentally you gave it slow stroke.


You look back up at your husband and see that he had his head tilted back, he seemed to be enjoying it so you kept going.

‘Is this alright, any pointers?’ you asked.

‘It’s great Love, just hold it tighter… and a bit faster.’ he said.

You nodded and tightened your grip and stroked it faster.

‘Like this?’

‘Just like that.’ Peter groaned as he closed his eyes.

You are filled with pure joy knowing that you were responsible for making him feel good, it gave you the confidence to try what you had really wanted to do.

You kept stroking and backed up a bit and before you could second guess it you bent down and gave the…cock a quick kitten lick.

‘Oh God!’ Peter gasped as he sat up, which startled you and made you sit up as well.

This resulted in you accidently head butting your husband; and by the crunching noise it made, you probably broke his nose with your skull.

‘Bloody hell!!’ he shouted.

You clutched the back of your head in pain and you see Peter is nursing a bloody nose.

‘Shit!’ you hissed as you got out of the bed.

It took you a second to remember that healing spell Peter had taught you, but soon you had healed the lump on your head.

You turn to check on your husband and see he too had just healed his broken nose.

For a second you just can’t look at him because Holy Shit no one has ever been as embarrassed as you right now.

‘(Y/N) it’s alright.’ Peter said as he walked over to you.

‘I broke your fucking nose.’ you mumbled.

‘Not like you never thought about doing it before.’ he smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

‘Of course I have but not in that exact moment.’ you pouted.

‘Come on, maybe this is Fate’s way of telling us we needed to get the day started.’ Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

‘OK.’ You agree, with the snap of your fingers you are fully dressed and clean, as is Peter.

‘So…I’m going to meet with a potential trade partner today so I’ll be back later.’ Peter said.

‘The pirates you told me about that one time?’ you asked as you fixed your hair.

‘Ok, see you Snookums.’ you said as he left.

‘Don’t call me that.’ Peter said as he left.

You made the bed before heading out, once you made it to the camp you were proud to see the boys already training.

‘Good boys, but today is one of the few days I’ll let you relax.’ you said as you sat on your usual tree stump.

You watch the boys all break off into groups or, most going back to their tents to sleep.

You weren’t in the mood for training right now, given how your morning was going so far.

‘What’s wrong?’ Felix asked as he sat in your lap.

A thing he had just started doing, and while it startled at first you had no problem with it. You and Felix had become like best friends after the whole Wendy thing.

“I can’t believe that idiot didn’t see how bad of an idea that was.”

“I know right.”

That was all it took to form a friendship.

‘Well, this morning me and Peter tried to take things a bit further than normal and it just went to shit, just as bad as it could get.

‘Couldn’t get him up? Try kissing his neck, that usually works.’

‘How in the hell do you know that?’ you asked.

‘You’re the first girl here ever, you don’t think he just never got the urge? We boys may not have breast but we can get the job done for each other.’ Felix shrugged.

‘So you and Peter…’

‘A few times over the centuries, no emotions on either of our parts of course; just sex.’

‘Wow…that’s actually in a weird way super hot.’

‘I know, so what happened between you two?’

‘I broke his nose.’ you blushed.

‘You didn’t.’

‘I did, and he says it’s ok, but…how will I ever be able to think about having sex with him when I broke his nose trying to get to second base?’ you confided.

‘Well, I have an idea, but you might not like it.’

The Mixed Tape

A Polyfarms Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head. 

Kinda for @charmerweek but also an 11k monstrosity so take of it what you will. 

Also on AO3 

November 2013

*beep beep beep*

A hand slams down on the analogue alarm clock next to the full-sized bed. The hand retreats underneath the Shark’s comforter. The afternoon air is still and quiet. Something shifts around the bed, A tuft of black hair peeks out as a loud groan is admitted from somewhere within its covers. The hand slips out again, reaching for the iPhone resting on the nightstand. A bleary-eyed teen pokes his head out to check the time on the screen.

4:35 pm the phones reads.

“Shit,” the boy curses.

He jumps out of bed. He scrambles to slip on his ratty, black converse. Hastily, he snatches his keys and slings his backpack over his right shoulder. He rushes down the steps, ignoring his sister’s protests to slow down.

“I’m running late,” he shouts over his shoulder. He runs through the garage, picking up his skateboard. He’ll hardly have time for his pregame playlist. He sighs, fishing his earbuds from his backpack, selecting the proper list on his phone before opening the garage door.

“Close behind me!” Chris hollers at his sister. He presses play, slipping his phone in his back jeans pocket. With a foot on the board, he peddles a few steps—allowing the steep hills of San Francisco to carry him all the way to hockey practice. Fortunately, today was only a scrimmage.

“I hope they’re not busy night now,” he mumbles. Thinking of his soulmate—out there somewhere—as he hums along, “the faster we’re falling, we’re stopping and stalling…We’re running in circles again.”  

Meanwhile, approximately three hundred miles south, a girls’ volleyball team is in the midst of a warm up for a regional qualifying game. A tall brunette is in the middle of passing drills with her partner when a familiar song floats into her head.

“Change,” she shouts at the team manager, a petite blond girl in a faded polo and spandex.

“To what?” the manager shouts back.

“In Too Deep,” the girl shouts back.

The manager gives a thumbs up, switching the song quickly. It was commonly accepted on their team that soulmates could be distracting and it was easier to join along with them than it was to counteract their songs with other music.

“Just as things we’re looking up,” she shouts. “You said it wasn’t good enough.”

“But still we’re trying one more time,” her team chimes in, causing Caitlin to laugh.

Somewhere in Massachusetts, a prep school hockey team is in the middle of the third period of a regular season game. One of the defensemen hears a song crescendo in his mind. He chuckles to himself.

“You always know how to make a game more interesting,” Derek chirps his soulmate.

He rushes a winger as he sings, “maybe we’re just trying too hard. When really it’s closer than it is too far.”

In a small town in Maine, a high school senior is amidst a typical party. He tries to ignore the music in his mind. Forcing himself to enjoy the tedious conversation he’s having with someone’s cousin who’s visiting from out of town. Unfortunately, the song has gotten so loud he can hardly concentrate.

“Will you excuse me?” He says, not bothering to hear the answer as he pushes away from the girl. He bolts out of the basement, finding a quiet corner near the backyard door.

“You really suck sometimes,” Will announces to whoever figured out how to make their music so blaringly loud. He doesn’t have much option other than to join in, “cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep. Up above in my head, instead of going under.”

The song ends almost as quickly as it starts. There’s a few punk songs that come up, and some Kesha that happens at one point. Will has learned not to think too deeply about his soulmate’s music taste. He’s realized that it’s too dynamic and varying to give a real sense of who they are. He feels like he knows them, though. He’d love to know how they get so incredibly fucking loud at the weirdest times, but there’s not much he can do about that…yet. Yet, he keeps reminding himself. Soulmates meet each other eventually, his mom reminds him constantly.

Considering he’s grown up around the same small group of people, Will’s relived it’s not one of them. It means that he won’t be stuck here his entire life. He’s going places. He’s going to fall in love…someday.

The music stops after twenty minutes. There’s a comfortable silence in which the music of the party he’s at is quiet in comparison. It gives him time to decompress. Later, he’s sure he’ll here some Queen or Pat Benatar. He’s pretty sure his soulmate is an athlete, but the jury’s still out on that. It’s something they’ll bond over. He can feel it.

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anonymous asked:


Honestly my reaction to this prompt was pretty much as follows:
*Reads prompt*
*Deep inhale*

That being said I don’t think any Bumbleby proposal could be better writing than the one in The Downward Spiral by @studiogible2016


Blake watched as Yang stood, clearing her throat and unfolding the crumpled piece of paper in her hands. “So I’ve never been one for speeches,” she began, “I almost improvised this, but my wonderful girlfriend convinced me to come prepared.” She paused to shoot a wink at Blake, who did her very best not to blush. “Anyways,” Yang took a deep breath. Blake couldn’t help but notice that her hands were shaking.

But when Yang spoke again, her voice was clear and strong.“We’ve all been through a lot. Everyone here has lost so much. We have had so many reasons to break down and give up. I…very nearly did.” At this, her metal hand curled into a fist and her eyes went dull. Then she shook her head and turned to look at Ruby, and her whole face lit up. “But Ruby–my beautiful, amazing baby sister–you didn’t! You fought, and you kept fighting even when nobody else would. You have always been the light of my life. I know if mom were here, she’d be proud.” Both sisters were crying now, and Blake realized that she was too. Yang looked positively radiant as she spoke, and with each word Blake found herself falling a little more in love. “And now you have someone else to share that light of yours with, and I could not be happier. I’m so glad you found Weiss and she found you. I hope… I hope you guys are happy. You deserve it. I love you, Rubes.” With a small sob, Ruby leapt from her chair to wrap Yang in a tight embrace. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

They eventually broke apart, and Yang made her way back to her seat by Blake, wiping at her red, puffy eyes.

Blake beamed, reaching out to take her hand. “Yang, that was beautiful.”

“R-really? I thought it might have been too sappy or something. Like I said–speeches aren’t really my thing.”

“No way.” Blake leaned in to plant a kiss on Yang’s forehead. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful.”

Yang smiled, looking over her shoulder at Ruby and Weiss, who were looking at one another like nobody else in the room was there. “Thanks. I just-look at them. They’re so grown-up and happy. I can’t– I think–” Yang’s voice broke and she let out a frustrated huff. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.”

Blake reached up to wipe the tears off of Yang’s face. “It’s okay. Do you need some air?”

Yang nodded. “That would be nice.”

The two of them stood and slipped quietly out the doors and into the garden outside. Blake spotted a bench and led Yang over to it. For a while they sat in silence while Yang composed herself.

Even in the state she was in, Yang was the most beautiful thing Blake had ever laid eyes on. But it wasn’t her hair, or her stunning lilac eyes, or the golden dress that suited her perfectly that Blake saw. It was…it was Yang. Yang, who loved her sister more than anything in the world, Yang who took care of everyone before herself. Just…Yang.

“Will you marry me?” The words were out of Blake’s mouth before she knew what she was saying.

Yang stiffened, turning to stare at Blake. Blake stared back. What should she say? Should she take it back? Apologize? Wait?

“You–you want to get married?” Yang asked at last. Blake couldn’t read her expression, didn’t know if Yang wanted her answer to be yes or no.

And what did she want for herself? Marriage hadn’t been something she’d thought about or planned but… “Yes.” What she wanted was Yang, now and forever.

There was a long pause, and Blake thought the tension was going to kill her before Yang exclaimed “Yes! Oum, Yes, Blake I’ll marry you!”

Blake gave a cry of delight and pulled Yang into a deep, long kiss.

“Dammit, Blake.” Yang sniffed as they finally pulled apart. “You made me cry again.”

Blake just grinned. “I love you Yang.”
I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

Teen Wolf finale


There is no kiss, no hug, not even a smile between the two. Lydia shows more emotion running to Jackson than she ever showed to Stiles. Stiles is so insecure he has to rip Lydia from Jackson while Lydia squeals in Jacksons’ arms.  When Stiles says he lost a toe saving Derek, Lydia tells him to get over it (???).

Zero romantic well, anything, really. They either don’t look at each other at all or look annoyed / divorced. (unless you count Stiles holding 2 of Lydia’s fingers when she panics romantic but i know y’all  do cause you also see Void threatening Lydia as sexy LMAO)

They don’t even hold hands in the very last scene, in fact, Stiles never reaches for Lydia’s hand, putting his own into pockets instead. 

Meaning, they kissed in 6x10 and decided the better of it. Awkward. I wish writers left them be best friends, they were a kickass tandem, but instead their friendship got wasted…

- Stiles and Derek meetup scene aka both of them being adorable idiots. Also- i don’t believe their story. If Stiles DID lose a toe, he should be limping. He is not. Which means either the story is BS (but why would Derek and Stiles hide the truth from the pack?) OR they spent at least a couple of weeks away from BH while Stiles healed.  *if you know what i mean* 

- Scott , you heroic idiot, why would you claw your eyes out? Use a blindfold my man! Anyway, the bad guy is defeated, Scott is happy with Malia, all is well. (Also, true love kiss apparently helps grow eyeballs back. Okay. Sounds fake, but okay.)

- Nogitsune!Stiles is back!!! For 30 seconds, but still. 

- Malia and Derek hug in the very last scene! Yes! So here for them being friends and family!!

- no set-off scene for Parrish or Sheriff Stilinski. Why?! 

- Melissa and Argent are officially a couple. I would’ve preferred her with Sheriff, but this is cute too. 

Now i’m waiting for all the gifts :D 

Angsty Yurio: working out his emotions in a healthy way...
  • Yuri: Victor, recently I've been thinking that Yurio's actually really upset that Otabek lost to JJ.
  • Victor: Oh? What makes you think that?
  • Yuri: It's just, I don't know how to explain it. (pauses) Just follow me.
  • The pair arrive at Yurio's dorm room. Music thrums mutely from behind the door. Yuri knocks then pushes open the door.
  • Yuri: (singing loudly, slightly off key) --TRIED SO HARD AND GOT SO FAR. IN THE END, IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER~ (Lying in bed staring at Otabek Altin poster on opposite wall)
  • Victor: ...
  • Yuri: ...
  • Victor: (thoughtful)When did he get that poster?
  • Yuri: (shocked)That's what you're worried about!?
  • Victor: No, no! I'm just kidding. *Laughs* It's okay, he is just working out his emotions in a healthy way.
  • (Music cuts abruptly)
  • Yurio: HEY! Shitheads, what the fuck are you two doing in my room?! (Storms over, red-faced)GET OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! *Pushes Yuri and Victor out by force* (slams door in their faces)AND STAY OUT!!!
  • (Sounds of Yurio kicking things)
  • (Yuri and Victor exchange bemused looks)
  • Yuri: (frowns) Is this healthy? When I was younger, I don't recall ever being that worked up about anything...
  • Victor: (laughs) Nyet, it is! I remember I was the same when I was his age. It's totally healthy!
  • Yuri: ...Oh, I had no idea. Okay
  • (Inner Yuri: This is probably a cultural difference. Russian youth are scary.)
Hired by BigHit: Dreams vs Reality- Part 10

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, mentions of sex

Summary: As a talented underground rapper, you’ve just become Bangtan’s new hiphop coach! What happens when you meet the boy who has big dreams of joining the rap line?

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 [END] // Epilogue (fake text)

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The Way I See You (Eisuke)

Tonight just like any other night, Eisuke had asked you to get ready for another party. Although, it was more like a command than a favor. You quickly got ready but you were tired. For the last several weeks it was party after party, event after event and your anxiety was piling up. You constantly began to feel more out of place than usual and it was probably due to the snarky remarks of all the women. They pursued your boyfriend relentlessly and attacked you verbally in the short and rare moments he was not by your side. You were utterly exhausted, mentally strained and you didn’t know how much more you could take. The anxiety and insecurities swelled in your mind, soon consuming your heart, filling it with nothing but doubt.

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Perfect Collision, We Call it Art (AKA Happy birthday Hailey!)

All right, so it’s @victuurificrec‘s birthday, and she’s kind of amazing. So I want to do something to say thank you for all the work she puts in. I have these few hundred words of a drabble about Yuuri and Phichit getting ready for a masquerade ball. I hope she (and you!) enjoys! <3

Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki: everyone underestimates him.

It’s not really their fault, and in his healthier moments he’s able to acknowledge that it isn’t his fault either; it’s just how anxiety warps the world around him, like a miniature black hole or the world’s shittiest invisibility cloak. It coats him in a shimmering mirage of shyness and insecurity, and more often than not it’s basically impossible to remove.

It’s not a problem with him, not at his core. He’s just driving a damaged model, and he’s always painfully aware that the whole world can see every dent and scratch and crust of dirt. But there is a part of Yuuri that isn’t shy or introverted or self-loathing, but is instead all the things which make him awesome—a ball of flirtatiousness and confidence which takes pleasure in realizing his own potential. Being underestimated means you get to surprise people, given the chance, but doing so with all the anxiety is something of an uphill battle. The lump of flesh called Yuuri Katsuki—the one with the blue-rimmed glasses and the propensity for chubbiness around the middle and the infuriating ability to cry at the drop of a pin—is saddled with over two decades of emotional baggage. It’s hard to shine your brightest when you’re dragging all of that around.

So the masquerade is kind of a no-brainer.

Phichit, ever the social butterfly, is the one who invites him. The party is thrown by a complete stranger and details spread by word of mouth; this fact would normally mean a hard pass from Yuuri, but the idea intrigues him. It’s not a fundraiser or a networking event or a banquet; there’s no need for him to go and be himself. It’s a lavish party thrown for its own sake, promising food and drink and entertainment and dancing, with one strict rule: masks are required.

Yuuri doesn’t own a mask, nor does he own any clothing fancy enough to wear to such an event. He buys a ticket anyway.

The anxiety spikes, abates, and ebbs. He lets it come and go like a tide, getting lost in his work and very nearly forgetting that he and Phichit went for tuxedo rentals until the day before, when his roommate drags him to go pick up their suits.

At the tuxedo rental place, Yuuri lets the clerk fuss over him as much as she wants; it’s not until he steps out of the change room and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror that the wave of possibilities hits him. Because holy cats.

It’s not that he doesn’t know he’s attractive; Yuuri’s a perfectly decent-looking person, if a little on the plain side, and he ordered a plain tuxedo, but somehow the two plains are adding up to make a brand new and extraordinarily spiffy whole. He can hardly believe it.

The clerk cracks up when she sees his face. “First tailored suit, huh?”

“How could you tell?” Yuuri can barely drag his eyes away from the mirror.

She leans over to adjust his bow tie. “You look like you’re at your first prom, my lad.”

That yanks Yuuri out of his reverie, and he blushes furiously as Phichit emerges from his own dressing room, clad in a red-trimmed jacket that accents the warm tones of his skin. Yuuri lets the two of them chatter, musing and sneaking glances at himself in the mirror when he thinks no one is looking. His mood remains stoic all the way to the costume shop, at which point the sheer onslaught of sparkle and colour causes him to lose track of why he’s feeling so pensive. For the first few minutes he’s completely overwhelmed by the choices on display.

“What kind of mask are you going to wear, Yuuri?” Phichit asks, his voice muffled, and Yuuri looks over to see his friend glancing out from underneath a comically bizarre demonic visage. He cracks a smile.

“I’m not sure,” he says, letting his eyes wander over row after row of sightless eyes. “I’ll know it when I s—”

There. That one. Yuuri stands on tiptoe to gently lift the mask from its peg, and he knows it’s just his imagination but he swears that a tiny spark of electricity jolts through his fingertips as soon as he touches it.

In contrast with the outrageous amount of jewel tones and gold trim which surround it, this mask seems offensively plain at first. But as Yuuri looks closer, he sees that the piece is actually divided cleanly down the middle, and purposefully asymmetrical: one is an inky blue-back, plain except for three bands of silver that slash across the top corner of the mask, almost like the mark of a knife. The other side is even more stunning; the eye hole sweeps to a slight upward point at the outer corner, and the colour is more charcoal, studded all over with tiny black and silver jewels that resemble the night sky. The colour slowly blends into dark red at the very bottom corner, so subtly that it’s hard to notice except from the right angle.

With only the barest pause, he lifts the piece to his face and turns to look in the mirror.

Oh yes.

This is the one.

Happy Birthday! <3

Toriel and her child stood to leave from what had been a wonderful visit with the skeleton brothers. The food Papyrus had served, was very… flavorful, just as Sans had put it, before adding with a cheeky grin that you just couldn’t quite tell what the flavors were supposed to be.

She was not certain whether or not she’d been more surprised to hear him say such a thing about his brother, (especially when Papyrus was within hearing range) or that the hurtful, (but accurate) comment had her fighting back a laugh.

Papyrus had glared in that way only an offended sibling can, and loudly (as he did everything, Sans had quite accurately described him) declared that Sans simply did not know how to appreciate fine dining because of all that time he spent, nay waisted! at that Papyrus proclaimed “PIT OF GREASE WITH SURPRISINGLY GOOD MILKSHAKES”.

Laughing would have hurt Papyrus’s feelings… laughing would have encouraged Sans to continue poking fun at his boastful, insecure brother. She knew she could not look back at that happy grin… and yet she had allowed herself a small peek… just enough to see the older skeleton’s eyes betray the lack of sincerity in his apology.

*aw, don’t take it so hard, bro. you’re absolutely right, i don’t know much about this fancy mtt stuff.

She had grabbed her glass of water to hide her face, because she knew that tone of voice… it made her glance back at him in time to see his sockets crinkle as he glance to the side…

Her mouth was full of water… Oh merciful heavens, someone stop him before he…

*you could even say i’m “tasteless”.

Papyrus’s stomping foot had frozen mid-air as the, mannerly, widely respected, former queen of the underground lost her battle with laughter, unceremoniously spewing the water in her mouth all over the table, and what was left of their food.

Papyrus’s eye were round as he stared at her from his frozen position, further nullifying her ability to stop laughing, even through the embarrassed blush that was creeping up under her fur.

Her child was not safe to look at, either; Frisk’s bubbly laughter at her social blunder only made her laugh harder… but why was Sans not laughing? Surely he found this “humorous”? Did he not…

She had only intended to glance at him quickly to make sure he was just laughing silently, but he was not laughing at all.

Instead, he was leaning his right elbow on the table, cheekbone propped on his fist as he gazed at her, his eyelights the shape of little hearts.

She had thought she caught that look once before, but it had been withdrawn so quickly, covered with a joke, it was hard to say WHAT she had seen. Now… Sans seemed as powerless to fight it as she was to stop the laughing.

He’d winked at her in that casual, non-flirty way of his, possibly oblivious of the shape his pupils were in, and her laughter had increased until she had even Papyrus cackling.

Sans had finally broken his gaze, and fiddled with his fork with a quiet, *heh heh heh…

Yes… she had been less than certain before today, but the moment had confirmed her suspicions… her hopes.

She had not said anything before now because Sans did not strike her as the type to care that she had been the queen, once. And that life was firmly behind her. She vastly preferred teaching, to ruling, and while she was on speaking terms with Asgore once again, thanks in part to her child’s insistence that they spend time with the lonely king, well… forgiveness was not enough to mend the bond they’d once shared.

They had already said their goodbyes that Papyrus had warmly assured her were only see you laters, and her feet were taking her slowly towards the door. But, even with the sweet promise of a see you later… she was not ready for there to be a door in between them again… not just yet.

She turned. Sans had ignored several text alerts on his phone throughout the evening, and he was scrolling through his messages now, the warm glow from the screen illuminating his amused smile as he leaned against the wall. The hand that he still had stuffed in his pocket was drawn out so he could send a text back, thumbs flying expertly over the tiny little keys. But then… his hands were far smaller than her own.

She waited politely for him to stop texting. “Sans?”

He glanced up. There was a hint of surprise at being addressed again so soon after the “see you laters”. *yeah, tori?

The phone disappeared again, into his pockets with his hands. He straightened a little, but immediately slouched back against the wall, relaxing again.

Oh goodness, why was she so nervous all of a sudden? It was a simple question, and she was hardly a school girl anymore. Both of them were mature adults… or, they were adults, in any case, and there was no need for the way her heartbeat was accelerating. “I… dinner tonight was lovely.” She’d said that before the see you laters… Probably twice.

He didn’t seem to mind. If anything, his smile softened. *yeah. it was, heh… it was great havin’ you guys over.

Frisk grinned, skipping over to give him a hug. Sans returned it with one arm, using the other to ruffle the child’s hair, and her heartbeat sped up just a LITTLE faster. “Perhaps…” Frisk glanced back, eying Papyrus’s expression before racing back to give him another hug, too, as fair as ever… such a good child. She pulled her gaze back to Sans, found him watching the child and his brother with tender fondness. The words blurt out unceremoniously. “Perhaps we could do it again this Friday?”

Sans blinked once, giving her a startled glance. *um… sure! i mean, i don’t know what paps has planned, but i know he’d love ta have you over, and if he couldn’t cook or whatever, i could maybe do hotdogs or somethin’…

Oh dear… he thought she was demanding an invitation? How embarrassing! She might as well have spewed water all over the living room as well! “No, no… while that sounds lovely, I meant that perhaps we might go somewhere else… the surface MTT, or even Grillby’s, if you prefer.”

He relaxed again, like this wasn’t out of the ordinary at all. *oh! gotcha. heh, yeah, whatever’s fine with me. i guess you know what pap’s vote would be, though, we could still drag him there if you wanted to give it a try. after all, the more time he spends in the place, the more the chances of him seeing it’s charm might in”grease”.

He winked, and she giggled, despite her confusion. Why would Papyrus need to approve, or accompany… oh! Sans was always so clever… was he deliberately misunderstanding? Whatever the case, she’d come too far to back down without a little more effort. “I was thinking that perhaps he might be willing to stay with Frisk, instead.”

THERE was her careful diplomacy. She was inviting him out to eat, and only him. He couldn’t miss that, could he?

He couldn’t. Ever so subtly, he squirmed. She did not know if that was a good sign, or a bad sign, but at least it was any sign at all.

His chuckle sounded more nervous than anything else, but he was a very hard man to read. *heh heh… what’s the occasion? it someone’s birthday or something? (;D)

She giggled, despite the fact that he still was avoiding the issue, and that seemed to relax him a little again. “It has been a while since we spent time together, just the two of us. I am not certain we have done so since the door. Certainly not as much as I would like.”

Goodness… that was a rather bold proclamation… she was still getting accustomed to the dear younger brother… perhaps he was rubbing off on her? At the very least, it was a manner of speaking that she was certain Sans thoroughly understood… so why had he not answered?


Words wouldn’t form, because he wasn’t sure where she was coming from. She SEEMED to be behaving straightforward enough. The hints were there, pure and simple, but… she COULDN’T mean what it sounded like. Not seriously… and that’s what was holding him back. Any second now, he was gonna get all flustered, and gush some mushy sentimental thing, and at the same moment she was gonna decide the joke had gone on long enough, and then she’d feel bad for poking fun at him, and she’d know a secret he was still trying to keep from himself, and worse…he wasn’t 100% sure their friendship was ready to survive that level of awkwardness.

c’mon, sans… say SOMETHING…

*heh… right. me, uh… me neither.

His soul constricted, but there it was, in all it’s awkward glory.

Her smile looked a little relieved, and that got him worrying again. *um, mtt’s sounds fine. i’ve got a tab running there. the comedy thing, ya know?

There. If she let him pay, it was a date. That’s how things worked with men and women, right? He wasn’t POSITIVE, not being an expert in the area of social cues, netiquette, or females, but…

“Oh no, do not worry about that! It will be my treat.”



Getting all worked up over nothin’. *oh, um… thanks. so uh… i’ll meetcha there?

She nodded happily, like she wasn’t dangling his soul on a string.

shake it off, sans. you’re a crazy ol’ pile a bones for ever thinking this was anything more. dinner, between two pals… catchin’ up. yeah, that sounds nice. be grateful for that, you idiot! stuff your dumb emotions back in check, and crack some stupid puns.

“Does six o clock sharp sound alright to you?”

*ooohhhhhh yes.

He started to wink, but she looked too startled. He could feel droplets of sweat forming instead. *heh heh… ya know… like mettaton says? cause it’s mtt?

Now she found it a little TOO funny, but that was great, because he could listen to her laugh, and he didn’t have to stand there under her third degree stare anymore, and he could listen to her laugh…

He needed help. but, stars… that laugh…

“Ah, yes. Now I see. Apologies. I have not seen his show very much. Between Frisk’s ambassadorial duties and my teaching…”

He relaxed enough to finish the joke. *naw, don’t worry about it. it’s not my best “meta”riel.

She laughed some more. “Well, since we are agreed, I will see you Friday at six.

She took the kid’s hand, and opened the door. He winked. *it’s a date!

She paused, sending his soul into a panic again.

i shoulda just kept my big mouth quiet, but i couldn’t help it…

And then she turned around and winked back, like it was some sort of conspiracy…

She shut the door, leaving him standing there, at a loss for words, and unable to dial back on the big, stupid grin that was on his face.

This couldn’t be just any ordinary day…

It had to be someone’s birthday, somewhere.

Thank you so much, @veryloyalfan!!!! I drew this thing to go with it!

That was very cute!!!! I love you, buddy!!!

Normal Night

Originally posted by subcas

Dean Winchester x Reader

Length: 554 words

Warnings; Age of Ultron spoilers and slightly suggestive language

He was a mess, a complete and utter mess.

Dean Winchester hadn’t done ‘dinner and a movie’ since he was in high school. And back then, he’d had the confidence of a teenager, but now he was getting on in years and that teen confidence was gone. Damn, it felt like his first ever date all over again, with the butterflies in his stomach, and the thumping of his heart.

Why was he doing this again?

“Do you like it?”

Oh yeah, Y/N L/N, his fellow hunter, and his significant other. The two had been together for over a year now, the two ‘hooking up’ after an emotional hunt, and never truly parting since then.

Y/N was all dressed up, looking better than they’d looked in months (not that Dean would dare say that in front of them, he values his life somewhat), and not a monster, demon, or angel, or even Sammy was in sight. It was just the two of them for the first time in months. They were being ‘normal’ and were doing a ‘date night’, at Y/N’s request.

“Holy crap.” Dean was definitely smoother when he was younger, too. “You look… hot.” He pulled Y/N closer, feeling their body against his, revelling in this moment. He had no idea when they’d have the next chance to just be themselves, with no fear of others walking in, or having to put themselves on the line, in the name of supernatural justice. “So, uh, dinner and movie?” The two began to walk towards where the car was parked.

Nodding, Y/N casually informed him that the new Marvel movie was rumoured to be an excellent. “And I heard that there’s a lot of sexual tension between Black Widow, and the Hulk, which is weird, especially when they put some kind of tension between her and Clint Barton in the last one.” It was well known in the hunting community that all hunters were a bit off, weird in ways that distinguished them from the rest of the world. However, some hunters had obsessions or quirks that made them stand out from other hunters, Garth was a good example, and so was Y/N. Y/N was a giant movie nerd, and their recent obsession was centred around the Marvel movies. When not hunting the latest monster to anguish the planet, they were constantly talking about Captain America, the Spiderman movies, the Avengers, the X-Men, anything really. “Hey, you look good.” It was said casually, as the two sat in the Impala, both bathed in the moonlight of the night. “This low lighting really reminds me of how gorgeous you are, too.” It was slightly teasing, and a little flirty – but that was their relationship.

“Oh, so I’m only pretty in next-to-no light?” He was being sarcastic, well aware that they’d met at night, under the moonlight, and Y/N had commented back then that they thought him handsome under said lighting. “You look so beautiful tonight.”

Y/N blushed a little, it wasn’t often that the two of them could talk like this. “You know, if I didn’t want to see this movie so badly, I’d say we should take advantage of the empty house… But, I really want to see Tony Stark, my other love.”

“Why are you such a dork?”

“Oh, you wound me, babe.”

do you ever find yourself just getting so so so emotional over Jeller when you’re going about doing normal everyday stuff and you just need to take a moment because you really don’t know what to do or how to act because you just feel your heart start to swell in your chest, and your stomach is squirming and you want to laugh and cry but you’re in public and you’re thinking to yourself that two fictional people should not be able to do this to you but you can’t help it because they just do and then you’re just sitting there with all these emotions and you need to pretend they’re not there because the world wouldn’t understand? Yeah. That feeling.

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Red Queen Week Fic - Day 1

Title: When The Wolf & The Witch Switch
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Red Queen (Ruby/Regina)
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2521
Summary: Regina and Ruby find themselves stuck in each others bodies, and learn a lot more about each other in the process. Written for Red Queen Week Day 1 - Opposites


Regina was used to feeling powerful, but this, this was something else entirely. It felt like there was something twice her size and four times as powerful trapped within her. She felt like a tightly wound coil, just waiting to spring loose. It took so much effort to reign herself in, to not break anything and everything she touched. Just one tiny squeeze and the glass in her hand would shatter. Regina didn’t know how Ruby did it.

Thanks to some kind of spell or curse (she was still having trouble trying to figure out what exactly) she and Ruby had swapped bodies. Regina had been in Ruby’s body for about three hours now, and she had already broken two mugs, one glass, and one plate. She was trying to be extra careful now though. At least Ruby didn’t seem to be faring any better in her body though, that was something.

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anonymous asked:

OH HEY I LOVe your guys blog!! You guys are amazing! Hehe, so I was hoping you could do RFA + V and Saeran react to holidays with MC who LOVES holidays and goes crazy with them? Thank you!


  • Yoosung likes holidays about as much as the next guy
  • He’s pretty excited to spend Christmas with you so he gets a small tree because he can’t afford one of the large ones and puts presents under and around it
  • And then he receives the Text
  • It simply says that you’ll be over soon to decorate with him
  • Decorate? Hopefully you had your own decorations because he had none
  • That’s when you showed up with a decently sized tree that put the one he just bought to shame
  • The two of you spent two hours putting it up and hanging baubles, tinsel, and candy canes on the branches
  • “Yoosung we need the star!” You were digging furiously through a small bag of tree toppers before pulling out a shiny silver star with sparkly snowflakes
  • He thought the tree would be the end of it but he was mistaken
  • The two of you ended up making ginger bread houses, yours looked better than the one on the box whilst his looked like a child in the third grade had made it. You hung Christmas lights around the living room, and you forced him to put on a Santa hat to take selfies with you
  • Even though he was hardly keeping up with you and your decorating he had to admit seeing you so genuinely excited and giggly was the best part of his day.
  • This was definitely going to become a tradition


  • Zen loves himself the holidays, especially with you. He can finally take the cute snowy weather couple photos where your cheeks are red and you’re drinking cocoa or coffee with cute hats and gloves.
  • He’s actually got outfits planned for both of you for days like this
  • Little does he know that you’re the exact same way
  • You guys post so many photos in the chatroom Seven almost blocks the two of you
  • He pretends he doesn’t notice when you’re hanging mistletoe up on around the house
  • Literally everyday you belt out Christmas songs and it’s the cutest thing Zen has ever seen
  • The reason being he got to lift you up to put the star on the tree and it resulted in you giggling when he kissed your neck and he still gets all warm and fuzzy when he thinks about it
  • You drag him to the local zoo to look at the lights, (if y’all don’t have zoos like this I feel bad because it’s so gorgeous) you take him ice skating, and you go up to more deserted areas where you build snowmen and make snow angels
  • Honestly the two of you are so hype for the holidays and you’re the holiday power couple


  • During the holiday season she’s at her busiest so there isn’t much time for her to be home cuddling with you and watching Christmas movies wrapped up in a blanket with coffee
  • But, she does come home to see you on your toes as you put up a stand of Christmas lights
  • She also notices a bare tree is sat in the corner of the room, and, does she smell ginger bread?
  • “You’re always so busy now, but I thought we could at least decorate cookies and the tree together.“ You looked at your feet and blushed while Jaehee was actually on the verge of tears
  • You’re so sweet MC, what did I do to deserve you?
  • The giggly, girly side of Jaehee comes out when she starts decorating the tree and cookies.
  • She boops frosting onto your nose, and she goes a bright pink when you wrap your arms around her as she reaches up to put on the star
  • You close the night off by curling up on the couch with coffee and a Christmas movie playing softly in the background


  • You were too late to decorate with him, not to mention you didn’t quite know if he wanted to decorate in the first place??
  • You brought it up later and he said he would’ve loved to decorate with you 
  • This did not stop you from being festive af though
  • Every time he came home from work there you were, dancing around singing Christmas songs. Whenever he saw this he found himself smirking, especially when you spotted him and sang directly at him
  • You forced him to watch all the movies he’d missed out on during his childhood and he’s almost embarrassed to say just how invested he’s gotten into them
  • “Why are they so mean to the reindeer? It’s not his fault he was born that way!”
  • Jumin you are a 27 year old corporate heir and you’re crying over Rudolph
  • This is the most emotional you’ve ever seen him. The holidays do something to him
  • He ends up getting a tree last minute because you’re begging him to and the two of you spend a whole day decorating it and it looks like two five year olds had been set loose because this boy has never decorated a tree in his life and he doesn’t quite known how to do it


  • On December first this boy wakes you up at 4 in the morning and he’s got a tinsel scarf and baubles hanging from his glasses
  • ”We have to decorate, MC. Right. Now.”
  • The two of you manage to spend an entire day trying to decorate the tree. It’s so full of ornaments that you can’t even see the tree anymore.
  • You guys cook a lot of things, or at least try to. You end up burning everything you’ve put in the oven
  • The two of you do every dumb, corny thing you can possibly do in the month of December and then some
  • You guys have present shopping competitions and poor Saeran is stuck in the middle of it having to make sure the two of you don’t make yourselves go bankrupt
  • Christmas is an all out war zone, the two of you are fighting over who got the better presents
  • You also end up using the excuse of mistletoe whenever you kiss him randomly even when there’s no mistletoe but he doesn’t say anything because he uses the same excuse
  • The two of you are actually going to fight each other because both of you get too intense


  • He is overwhelmed to say the least
  • He loves you though so he lets you freak out and blast Christmas music whilst you are wrapping presents with him. Little does he know you can see every gift he’s gotten you because he’s blind and can’t really wrap presents
  • He actually gets really nervous about not making this the Christmas you’ve been looking forward to
  • What if he ruins this and ruins everything the two of you have?
  • You assure him he won’t though so he feels somewhat better
  • He tries to be as excited as you are and on December 22nd he finds himself getting really hype for Christmas
  • He’s taking really great scenic shots of the winter wonderland while you sing the song ‘Winter Wonderland’
  • On Christmas day you guys don’t get out of bed until almost 2 in the afternoon because he just wants to be warm and cuddle because Christmas is abOUT LOVE MC PLEASE DON’T LEAVE THE CUDDLES


  • He automatically starts trying to shut down every attempt you make at decorating.
  • You don’t listen to him and decorate anyway and sulking little Saeran can’t help but smile as the fairy lights shine subtly on your face
  • He refuses to decorate the cookies as well but you notice that cookies seem to go missing as soon as you look away. You also notice Saeran hurriedly walking away from you covering his mouth
  • Third times the charm because he did end up helping you decorate the tree, he actually was surprisingly good at it and it ended up looking like one of the Christmas trees on display at stores
  • He likes to watch all the Christmas films the two of you can find because they’re very cheery and you let him sit in your lap when you watch movies together so he’s all for it
  • He slowly becomes more into the Christmas spirit as you continue to work to make the house look Christmas af
  • He even gives in and allows you to put a Santa hat on him and take pictures of your pouty boyfriend, bless his heart
  • He’s really taken aback on Christmas day because he knew you’d get him presents but he didn’t know you were going to get him this many
  • It makes him feel very insecure because now he thinks he didn’t get you enough

~Love Peony

Fabricated Love || L.R.H || Final Part

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

Summary: Being set up with Luke Hemmings as a PR stunt seemed okay for the most part, you weren’t excited but you weren’t dreading it. Until you realised how opposite you and Luke really were, fighting over everything but slowly at the same time falling in love without even noticing. 

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Relationship: Luke Hemmings/famous![Y/N]

Word Count: 2637

A/N: aw okay this is the last part and I really enjoyed writing this and I really hope you enjoyed reading this and I just wanna thank everyone who liked and reblogged this and who read this because I’ve received such positive feedback with this and I just wanna say thank you again because I really am thankful o((◕ฺ∀ ◕✿ฺ))o

Luke had been getting more on your nerves than ever before. And it’s not like he was doing anything in particular, it was just him as a person lately. Every little thing he would do, conscious or not, would tick you off. 

And you knew why. You knew exactly why. 

Ever since practically guilted you into spiralling into an emotional hell over him. 

“You like me.”

His voice played over and over in your mind this entire week almost to the point of insanity. 

But how were you supposed to admit that maybe you did have feeling for him even though you two were set up. How were you supposed to explain to him that you had grown attached to him and although he annoys the ever living shit out of you, you really were starting to feel more than you should for him. 

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen, making you jump out of your bed and run downstairs. 

“Luke what the fuck?” You yelled as you saw at least three broken plates and what looked like your favourite mug. 

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