don't look at me like that i am going to melt

Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so

Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:

Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing

Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?

When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good

Collar Bones

Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt

When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything

“Your dad would totally fire me if he walked in on this, you know.”

“And lose the greatest literal babysitter he’s ever hired? I don’t think so.”




Marinette strains her neck to look at Adrien petulantly; he looks over at her and cracks a grin. 

“You’re slipping, Mari!”

As his serious facade melts, Marinette is suddenly acutely aware of how warm he is against her. She’s not sure she likes the feeling as her blood runs cold and her heart clenches. I can’t do this, she reminds herself sourly, and tries to go back to relishing in her friend’s company.

When the Mistress made me she was full of angry things, that’s why so am I.

She pulled red threads over skin too tight and she couldn’t turn me, so all the ugliness I was supposed to hide was out for all to see. Like little crisscrossing scars. But that’s alright.

She messed up my head a little bit, stitch, stitch stitching. She fixed it as much as she could, and in the process she found pause.

She looked at me, me, for the first time. And sighed.

She rubbed her eyes and let go of me almost completely, and I thought she would forget about me.

But she didn’t.

She put more gentle things in me this time. Not for the sake of the enemies of our Kingdom, but for mine. So I wouldn’t feel so alone.

Instead of nails she gave me a hawthorn berry for a heart, and soft, soft cotton.

And then she brushed her thumb across my cheek and clothed me.

“Why?” The others said.

“So he feels no cold.”

And then she gave me a sword, the only sword, and I felt special.

“Why?” The others asked.

“You never send a soldier to war unarmed.”

She pressed her lips against my forehead and her warm air filled my head. 

“A witch’s kiss is a blessed thing,” they said.

She tugged on the seams of my pepper filled legs and the rosemary in my chest swelled. Maybe the mint in my cheeks blushed, but just a little bit.

She gave me hematite so my will would be strong and shiny, and then she whispered it was my duty to look after the Junglegreen.

“Protect us all, my brave little soldier.” And before she left she turned and over her shoulder blew me a final kiss.

This is my mission!

There are no other soldiers. I’m the one and only. I protect the Junglegreen and the Mistress day and night. I march between the Pottedplants and am a diplomat with the Faepeople, I see who can visit the kingdom or not, depending if they’re good at heart.

When the Mistress made me she didn’t have to love me, but she did.

And so I love her back.

-A poppet and his witch, by Semiramis Magpie.

anonymous asked:

sooo i don't really have a question but i would like an analysis of the new amazingphil video if you have one,, or just your favorite moments, idk i just want you to talk about it, i love your "reviews"

hahaha of course i’ll talk about it!!!!! it’s interesting bc when i first watched this i was actually like not that into it??? it just felt like 10 very calm and chill mins of dnp hanging out which is obviously great but i think i was sort of distracted so i was like mmmm it wasn’t as entertaining as their usual collabs, esp bc on first watch i was like, dan keeps going for these weird dark jokes about torture n maiming and it’s all v Standard Fare but then i thought about it more and realized ,, if this isn’t the biggest evidence yet about how far they’ve come and evolved since last year then idk what is??? like i just can’t believe it’s gotten to the point where i could watch 10 minutes of dan softly playing around with phil’s hair and both of them being a bit calmer and more muted in front of the camera, freely touching each other and joking around about more Mature Themes (hats off to the dildo joke and the “safety word” bit) and have all of that feel completely STANDARD and unsurprising!!! it’s just crazy to me that they’ve normalized these behaviors so much that a video like this could feel so completely expected and ~chill~ 

but then i watched it a second and third time (bc duh) when i was less distracted and there really were so many little moments that stood out to me and so many cute smiles and soft lil jokes that made me wanna melt and it was all just so good. it’s nowhere near their funniest or most captivating video but it’s just vv vv v v soft and chill and natural. when comparing it to something like pastel edits which is probs a close parallel in terms of them playing dress up and touching each other a bit in direct response to a fan request, you can see how this one is far softer and a little bit less performed–they seem less ‘on’ for lack of a better term, and a lot more laid back, dan doesn’t spend as much time demeaning the idea or teasing the fan base for wanting it, and all of it is just so enjoyable to watch. i’ve included (way too many) timestamps below (plus way too many screenshots, as usual, of stupidly cute moments ugh): 

  • 5 seconds in this is already alarmingly cute w dan grumbling behind the pillow that phil wants to give him a creative nickname and phil giggling and looking down at him when he starts complaining
  • :17 dan gives phil permission to just call him dan and phil looks cute n happy about it
  • :27 dan needs to reiterate he was a nerd in school
  • :34 ‘japes’ k dan
  • :48 i live for the way phil looks so earnest and excited when he asks dan why he decided to ‘embrace the curls’ like he genuinely wants to hear dan explain this .. phil is genuinely obsessed w dan’s curls he wasn’t lyin when he said that in the pastel edits vid :(
  • 1:00 i hope phil was the one who chose that photo as an example of dan’s hair looking good in a pic,, phil thinks dan’s best look is his crunchy 2013 leather jacket n his scoop neck t shirt … #confirmed
  • 1:10 ‘you’ve left me alone!’ calm down phil he’s right next to u
  • 1:12 did phil pick that photo too ..  the one of dan in his tank top n hair straightened to within an inch of its life and silvery earrings making a pouty face ,,, lmao i love that he’s picking the cringiest emo-est throwbacks possible
  • 1:54 phil’s like ‘i thought we could eat 400 crusts to see if my hair goes curly’ and it’s altogether a lame joke but dan is staring at him like he’s the most beautiful person on earth. i’d be uncomfortable if i wasn’t so busy melting. then phil stares at dan giggling and it’s all a bit much for me
  • 2:41 ‘what’d happen if i balded you right now?’ dan is so concerned for phil’s well-being that he forgets how to grammar
  • 2:45 the fuckin dildo joke i s2g why are they making sly references to dildos in a g-rated hair curling video why did phil immediately follow dan saying ‘that looks like something else’ by going ‘ooo’ and shoving the curler near dan’s mouth why are they gross
  • 3:21 dan unnecessarily rubbing the curler all over phil’s shoulder and neck … ok
  • 3:41 phil sounds so serious when he asks dan if he thinks the curly hair will suit him, like he really needs dan’s Hot Take on this important issue but dan’s just shuts him down hahaha. i feel like this is reminiscent of the faceapp vid in which dan was completely NOT DOWN with any alteration to phil’s appearance whatsoever bc (vom) he thinks phil is perf jst the way he is (i might actually be sick) 
  • 3:47 idk why but i’m obsessed w phil saying ‘dan, don’t mess about with it’ and dan responding ‘i’m nOT’ in his whiny voice w his eyes all wide. cute
  • 3:56 lmao dan bringing up babuse (i can’t type that without thinking of ‘let me see that babussy’ i hate the fucking internet) and saying it was the last time he was on this bed, i am living for these bants and also phil’s expression of mock horror
  • 4:08 ‘curl me up, bess’
  • 4:11 dan’s going for ‘teen nick jonas but without the face’ his crush is going strong i see,, and then he can’t even follow through and tell phil his face doesn’t compare to nick jonas’s so he turns it into a joke about burning his face instead, nice save bro
  • 5:01 something about this bit when dan’s like ‘got a whole clump it’s undignified’ and their proximity, the way their arms are sort of pressed together and it looks like dan could be resting his hand on phil’s leg and dan is also sort of just looking down at phil ,,, Good
  • 5:08 when phil kinda squeaks and pulls away all of a sudden i feel like dan is legit actually concerned he could burn phil as evidenced by his voice going all high pitched when he’s like ‘you can’t do that!!!!’
  • 5:13 more completely unnecessary dan playing around w phil’s fringe n brushing it away. it goes on for like 8 seconds plus there’s a jump cut in the middle of it lmao,,, ugh the way he touches phil’s hair is so soft it makes me feel things
  • 5:32 ‘gonna pork you up phil’ does dan know the meaning of ‘pork’ as a verb ??  ? ? ??? ??????  for reference:
  • 5:36 ‘my life is flashing before my eyes’ ‘ooo is it really boring’ dan is showing yet again that he flirts like a five year old who pulls their crush’s pigtails in the playground grOW UP MATE. phil loves it tho
  • 6:03 omg idk why but i LOVED phil saying ‘i’m finding you so disturbing right now’ it feels so authentic??? something about the way he phrased it is so funny??????? like he genuinely needs dan to take it down a notch w the grim humor lmao
  • 6:47 ‘we need a safety word’ oh my god these boring vanilla fucks call a safe word a ‘safety word’ could they be LAMER hahaha (in all seriousness i can’t even believe that’s a joke dan went for at all let alone on this channel and that phil just chuckled n went along with it what the fuck what a time we live in honestly,, the flirting and touching and the whole premise of a dan-curls-phil’s-hair video is already so much but, like, let’s just add a fucking allusion to bdsm into the mix while we’re at it!!!!!!! wtf!!!)
  • the whole sped up montage of dan doing the curling is just rife w gratuitous hair touching so like obvi i immediately turned the speed down to .5 and just sat back to enjoy it (also @kay-okays uploaded a slowed down version here if ya wanna look at that or like bookmark it for ur own uses ,,  whatever ur into m8)
  • 7:18 those two gentle pats that dan gives to the back of phil’s head before phil looks at his finished hair … so fucking adorable bc it’s the way dan pats down his own hair when he’s fixing it pls save me
  • 7:29 dan obvi needs to make it a point to emphasize they have the same hair again as has been his constant refrain about their haircuts for the last like 3 years (tbh i’m convinced that he literally misses having the same hair as phil which is gross and just as sappy as i’d expect from him) and in order to demonstrate how ALIKE they are again he proceeds to mirror phil playing w his fringe bc why not .. 
  • ‘this was the only thing that was separating us’ PLS
  • 7:38 dan’s Hot Take 2.0: ‘you look like a cool australian surfer … like a weird goth one that has never been to the beach’
  • 8:14 dan asserts on phil’s behalf that phil ‘needs’ the edge of his emo fringe and phil immediately agrees. rip to anyone who was hoping quiff!phil might be on the horizon
  • 8:39 dan goes defensive about how he could’ve done a better job and phil immediately jumps in to say that he thinks dan did well in the most sincere voice of all time, accompanied w cute/soft smile
  • and then he cuts dan off entirely to remind him that he didn’t burn phil’s face off and to v fervently thank him (he litro NODS while he thanks him it’s so SERIOUS) and then dan does some weird touchy thing to phil’s chest or arm or both and phil decides to boop dan’s cheek and you should really SLOW IT DOWN bc when you do, you notice it’s more of like a lil squeeze as opposed to just a v light tap and it’s gROSS:
  • 8:59 then, since this video has far too much dan gratuitously touching phil and phil was surely feeling deprived, phil reaches over to give dan a ‘zayn curl’ and play w dan’s fringe a bit n at this point i’ve had Enough of this cute ass shit
  • 9:20 dan couldn’t just leave it there, he needs to take a moment to re-assert the ~dnp don’t go outside or go to parties or talk to people Ever~ branding just in case ANYONE forgot (but also seems like a low key way for dan to gently remind the audience not to get attached to this in any way bc it will probs never happen again)
  • 9:40 phil dubs dan the “original curly man” n idk how to feel about this but i suppose that is a fitting conclusion to this absolute roller coaster of emotions 

ugh. just a really great video. i’m sorry this post is massive,, there’s jst so much here and i needed to have pics of ALL OF IT

(dan curls my hair!

The Weeping Garden

Originally posted by maryxglz

a/n: the gif has no meaning to this story but I loved this part in the movie so oh well; btw, thanks to everyone for putting up with my ultra shitiness

The statue of Y/n stood in the garden by the palace. Smooth stone benches circled around her pedestal of sapphires so that any one could sit by and watch or talk or read. But the common practice of a person kneeling down at Y/n’s feet means that anyone watching must leave. 

Y/n’s legend traces back to long ago; she was a well-known goddess of truth and virtues, born at a time when the Asgardians needed some truth and virtue in their lives. She was killed by one of her sisters, a jealous and envious lady. 

And so in her honor, a statue was built and placed in a garden of blue and white pastel flowers. Legend declared that only the tears of oppressed and weak would bring her to life, when the world had fallen to dust and needed Y/n’s brightness to guide them. 

Over time, people had begun to pray at her feet, confess their wrongdoings and overcome past sufferings. They believed that their tears gave her strength, enough so that one day she’d be able to awaken and fight for them. So her garden became known as the Weeping Garden, a place where people can go to hope and believe.

Loki does not believe. 

He had not believed for a long while, not since he’d begged for her to awaken and end this suffering he felt-being an outsider. After the truth had come out-after he’d learned of his true heritage and Odin fell into the dangerous sleep-Loki fell to his knees and cried for the first time in a long time. He apologized for everything he’d done to possibly deserve such pain. 

Nothing happened. Y/n did not awaken to take Odin’s place or lead Loki to his happy ending. 

Loki couldn’t even begin to describe the betrayal he’d felt; he’d been abandoned by the one person who was never meant to betray anyone. 

It was now a time of destruction in Asgard. Hela had awoken, apparently ready to unleash hell, and Loki was meant to be on his way to the Eternal Flame. And yet he is distracted. 

Y/n’s statue is staring at him, her blind stone eyes blank but unyielding. 

“What do you want?” Loki snapped. 

Her head did not move. 

“There’s nothing I can do for you!”

Still, nothing. 

Loki swore and held out a hand. The statue wavered off of the ground and Loki ran. He felt hopeful, of all things. But he’d certainly not get on his knees and cry or beg for Y/n to help him. 

If the legend is true-if-then the Flame would bring her to life just as easily as a few sniveling sobs.

Of course a few parts of his brain told him it wouldn’t work. He couldn’t imagine that tears hadn’t been shed for her with Hela around. People must have tried. So why should he? 

Loki didn’t know what to do, but he’d have to make a choice fast. His brother is counting on him and he can’t let Thor down. Not again. 

Standing before the flame, Loki took a deep breath. The cup that held the inextinguishable licks of flame seemed so small and probably meaningless to anyone who wouldn’t know better. 

“This better work,” Loki said to himself. He reached into the basin and cupped his hands together. A ball of fire pulled away. Loki looked at Y/n’s inanimate face. She was carved to be very beautiful. Although she is only stone, her hair bounds over her shoulders, across the curve of her breasts, animatedly. 

Loki, hesitant, as if he feared the flame would go out, put both hands on either of Y/n’s cheeks as though he were about to kiss her. The flame melted the stone into something like rubber that pooled around her feet. Loki took a step back as the melting rock slid down Y/n, who could hardly peel her eyes back. She fell forward and Loki caught her, his heart beating twice as fast with excitement.

He slunk down to his knees, cradling her close. “Are you alright?” Loki asked, brushing her hair from her face. It’s [h/c]. It’s soft. 

And she’s beautiful. 

Perhaps the most beautiful thing Loki’s ever set his eyes on. The rock encasing did not do her features much justice. 

She coughed and wheezed for breath, shaking in Loki’s arms. 

A moment later, her eyes opened. Y/n looked at Loki with weak pools of [e/c]. “You’ve…awoken me.” Those first words startled Loki. He had been unsure and up until she spoke, nothing about the revival felt real.

“Why?” she asked in a thick, wavering voice. She limply struggled against Loki, trying to pull away from him, but her limbs felt heavy as lead.

“Hold on to me,” Loki instructed. She weakly protested a few times as they stood, one of her arms looped around Loki’s waist.

“What are you doing?!” Y/n shrieked when she saw Loki seize Surtur’s crown. “Stop, you’ll kill us all!”

Loki couldn’t determine if Y/n is fully lucid. She seemed groggy and cloudy and physically weak; she could hardly stand without Loki’s help, and struggling to take the crown from him proved difficult. But she seemed aware enough to know what dousing the crown into the eternal flame would mean.

Loki placed the crown into the basin and lifted Y/n into his arms. She thrashed against him. “You’ve killed us all!” shd exclaimed. “Don’t you know what you’ve done?”

Loki supposed he’d react similarly in Y/n’s position. Ragnorak meant the end. The utter end.

“You’ve killed us all!” she exclaimed.

“Unless my brother and I are wrong, then yes, I suppose I have,” Loki grunted as he hoisted Y/n by her hips and throwing her across his shoulders. Y/n struggled against him weakly, hitting her fists against his back. “Let me go!” she exclaimed. 

“Quit moving around,” Loki instructed as he attempted to run as fast as he could with Y/n yelling in his ear and pounding on his back. “I’m trying to save you!” 

Y/n reached her hand down and pinched Loki as hard as she possibly could on the butt. Loki yelped and Y/n managed to worm her way off of him. 

“You are lucky that I am feeling outrageously kind today,” Loki snapped as he seized Y/n by the wrist. She raised another hand to strike him. Loki caught her other limb and stared at her darkly. 

Her eyes are [e/c], stern and unwavering. 

“Come on,” he said. The two ran, Y/n being dragged away but she didn’t fight him off as they exited the palace that had begun to rumble under their feet. 

a/n: hahahah cliff hangar 

My Girl

Author: Juju

Warnings: fluffy fluff, and hints that reader is bi??? could be ignored tho

Summary: All the questions are about you in a live stream and Shawn couldn’t be happier.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I don’t really like this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but if you like it, send me your favorite line from this fic.


You were sitting in Shawn’s dressing room, enjoying the peace and quiet before the show. 

He was currently doing a live stream for his perfume launch. You would usually tag along and stay behind the cameras during interviews But not tonight. You decided to be lazy and have a little nap. 

Maybe that wasn’t the best choice.

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letters to a friend
  • aries: i'm sorry that we fought during our last year together. i miss you so much, and will always cherish our drunk days together.
  • taurus: god, you are absolutely gorgeous. your voice makes me melt. why do you always fight, even if you know you are wrong?
  • gemini: why do you keep me at arms length? why don't you let yourself really, fully connect with anyone? i understand adaptation, but sometimes it really is too much.
  • cancer: do you understand that i am not trying to hurt you? please stop fighting me when i try to see past your protective shell. i simply want to care for you.
  • leo: you even look like the sun; you radiate like nothing else. i know you love with every fiber of your being, but that is no reason to let someone take advantage of you.
  • virgo: sometimes criticism is good, but don't you think you push it? please do not try to fix me; i am not broken. i miss you.
  • libra: you push away people that actually care about you, and for what? for a sign that represents a scale, you really do not understand balance. let yourself be cared for.
  • scorpio: you do not let anyone really understand your mind and heart as a whole, and shatter yourself like glass to protect who you are. don't you think this is counterproductive? please try to keep yourself whole.
  • sagittarius: i understand the pursuit of knowledge, but sometimes you take the way you feel as a fact. you know that not everything you say is based upon factual evidence, and somehow you convince everyone that your way is the right way. why don't you try letting someone else convince you for a change?
  • capricorn: you do not let your emotions influence anything you do, which is admirable, but sometimes you need to listen to them. the world is made up of facts, but feelings make the world go 'round.
  • aquarius: why do you treat your lovers like friends? you are afraid of losing your individuality in another person, and detach yourself instead. please let yourself love.
  • pisces: you see the face of everyone who has ever hurt you on someone who really actually cares for you. i understand a victim complex, but you're not just hurting yourself by thinking this way.

anonymous asked:

Plot twist! Yuu being the one who noticed he has feelings for Mika, but Mika didn't since we was too busy to notice (My poor baby has gone through a lot of suffering + Constantly having to save someone's ass). Idk I just liked the idea since almost all of the fics I've read show only Mika being in love and Yuu don't noticing it, and I think that change would be adorable.

People in this fandom sleep on self-aware pining!Yuu and I’m here to solve that.

>Yuu fell in love with Mika and realized this when they were kids because Mika was the first one to need and love him so he couldn’t help it. When he realized his feelings, he tried to avoid Mika as much as possible but, as we all know, Mika was always all over Yuu, which made Yuu’s heart beat like mad, only making his feelings for him grow. He was so helplessly in love and could do nothing when he was tackled in hugs by his crush.
Mika, on the other hand, thought Yuu’s face was red simply because he was easily flustered and never realized it was because he liked him.

>I don’t want to bring in the angst but imagine Yuu’s teenager years, seeing all the people dating the love of their lives and thinking that his soulmate is long dead, that he will never find another person like him, regretting never telling Mika his feelings.

>Going back to the fluff, imagine the happiness Yuu felt when he got his beloved back in his arms, realizing that he has another chance to tell him how he feels and maybe even have a life by his side.

>Yuu being affectionate as he is because he’s actually trying to give Mika hints but failing miserably.

Also, a very cute but confused Mika

Mika: Yuu-chan has changed so much. He’s so affectionate now. Is this a human thing?
Shinoa: No, he’s not like that with us. Only with you *winks*
Mika: then… is he like that with me because… he’s taking revenge for the way I was when we were kids?
Shinoa: *facepalms*

>Yuu’s smooth lines are actually said on purpose but they always go over Mika’s head.

Mika: you should stop getting distracted during training

Yuu: I’m sorry, but you’re very distracting, it’s hard not to look at you.

Mika: I’m sorry, it’s the eyes, isn’t it?

Yuu: y-yeah, they’re beaut-

Mika: vampire eyes *sighs* the eyes of a monster

Yuu: No! Mika, that’s not-

Mika: it’s okay, I’ll just train somewhere else, I’m sorry. *leaves gloomily*

Yuu: Mika, wait! Your eyes are beautiful!! I swear! Come back!

>Their biting sessions get a whole different meaning because Yuu gets to hold Mika close and he feels good but he’s also suffering because he has his crush right where he wants him but he can’t bring himself to confess so he’s just there like trying to enjoy himself while dying inside. He doesn’t want to take advantage of the situation either!

>Yuu always trying to make Mika smile. In the rare occasions when it happens he literally melts.

>I know I’ve said it before but… the touches!! Mika being clueless about Yuu’s constant touches!! I’ll never get enough of this.
He touches his hands, caresses his hair, hugs him all the time, holds his cheeks, and Mika’s just there like “I guess Yuu-chan really became an affectionate person, huh”. Yuu doesn’t know what to do anymore.

>Asuramaru is always yelling “TELL HIM, YOU FUCK” inside his head

>Yuu doesn’t tell Mika because Mika already has too many things on his hands as it is and is always looking after him so he is under the impression Mika would return his feelings out of pure pity if he tells him. He wants to make sure Mika actually loves him before telling him how he feels.

>Shinoa is Yuu’s self-proclaimed wingman. She gives Mika hints all the time and teases Yuu mercilessly.

Shinoa: hey Mika-san, do you know what Yuu’s type is?

Mika: why are you asking me this?

Shinoa: oh, you know, in case you need the information~

Mika: …

Shinoa: anyway, he really likes blondies

Mika: I thought you were already dating Mitsuba

Shinoa: yeah, but that’s not the type of blondie Yuu-san likes. He’s more into… another team~

Mika: so he likes someone from a different squad?

Shinoa: you could say they’re from a different… species~

Mika: … I don’t think Yuu-chan would appreciate you telling me he’s zoophilic

Shinoa: Oh, come on! I’m talking about you!

Mika: *frowns* I am definitely not zoophilic

Shinoa: *facepalms*

>Narumi giving Yuu advice just so that he doesn’t have to see his pitiful attempts at courting Mika.

Said advice is terrible though. Mika is even more confused than before.

Yuu: hey Mika, your clothes look great!

Mika: uuh thank you, Yuu-chan. Ferid picked them for us so I don’t know how to feel about them

Yuu: w-well, they make your body look v-very nice!

Mika: thanks, I guess? It’s kind of big though so…

Yuu: y-yeah, but the boots are tight!

Mika: so you were talking about my boots?

Yuu: no! I mean- they shape your legs well- I-I mean- BYE *leaves

Mika: ???


Yuu: it didn’t work!

Narumi: that’s weird. Complimenting girls about their outfits always did the trick for me… maybe we should have gone for the eyes.

Yuu: already tried. Not gonna do that again.

>Each of his squad members give him different advice but none of them work. Mitsuba tells him to compliment his battle skills. Yoichi tells him he should give him gifts.

Kimizuki seems to be the only one with a little sense of reality because he tells him to support Mika and give him his space when he needs it, which is what Yuu already does.

anonymous asked:

I was looking at your friends to lovers and I don't see a sicheng one (may be my mistake? But if you haven't done him already would you please do one for him? In honor of his soon to be released hair ;)

after seeing sicheng at the concert ive really wanted to write something for him so here’s a cute friends-to-lovers with the softest boy,,,,

  • you and sicheng meet at a workshop at a local dance studio and tbh at first,,,,he seems like the shyest person there???
  • but in reality,,,,he’s the best dancer and it’s obvious from the get-go and everyone is completely fawning over him and asking him where he learned to dance
  • and the crowd of attention looks like it’s making him a little embarrassed,,,the tips of his ears going red and the way he keeps trying to smile but it comes out a lil forced
  • and it’s,,,,,kind of silly of you but you feel bad just watching him be flooded so you clear your throat and mention something about another famous dancer,,,,taeyong? being outside of the practice room and in an instant everyone’s turned their attention away and flocked out of the room
  • sicheng had wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve, letting out an obvious sigh of relief that made you giggle
  • and when he’d noticed you he kind of perked up a little,,,,scratching the back of his neck and stammering out a formal thank you as you shook your head and said it was nothing,,,,but you two would need to escape before the others came back
  • for a split moment sicheng had looked confused when you said ‘we’ but you just grabbed your bag and pointed to the door and sicheng,,,,,sicheng followed you
  • and from then on you two just,,,,,clicked?? there was something about you that made sicheng really comfortable because you were never too demanding
  • and it was always chill,,,,like you two could talk about how blue the sky was and it wouldn’t get boring 
  • and you’d found out that as sharp and strong as sicheng could look when dancing,,,,in reality he was a bit naive and cute,,,,always getting stuck in a daydream and saying something blunt with absolutely no context
  • but to you it was what made him so easy to get along with and tbh everytime one of the people at the dance workshops would try to badger sicheng with questions you’d always come to his rescue 
  • (even if that person was taeil making countless bad jokes over and over again until sicheng was practically bEGGING you with his eyes to save him)
  • which is why when a new person had joined the workshop,,,,a handsome jaehyun you were sure he’d come to sicheng for dancing advice
  • but instead,,,,,he came to you
  • and jaehyun’s personality and aura is always nice,,,, and sweet
  • to the point that it might confuse people because ??? is he being flirty?? polite??? nicE????
  • but you shrugged it all off,,,because jaehyun was the only other person in the class who didn’t constantly want something from sicheng so you three quickly became close
  • that is until one day jaehyun asked if you two could hang out alone
  • and sicheng had looked alarmed but also told you that it was fine,,,, he’d be ok,,,,, and you had went out with jaehyun but it felt a weird looking to your side and not seeing the smiling,,lanky,,,,,cute face of your friend
  • ,,,,,cute,,,,um,,,,you didn’t say that?!?!?!?
  • but regardless you had fun with jaehyun,,,,but it was still a little less fun then you usually had with sicheng
  • and when you’d gotten home your phone didn’t have any messages from sicheng,,,,which was weird you two usually texted to check up on each other
  • but again,,,,it was nothing right?? not like you and sicheng fought or anything??? 
  • so the next day ,,, when you’d called sicheng and asked to see him you guys had met at a favorite cafe of yours,,,,but there was something in sichengs face that looked uncomfortable and you asked what it was but he just shrugged,,,, eyes avoiding yours
  • and it was awkward and it made your hurt heart,,,,because he was ur friend? why was he mad?? what had you done??
  • but the answer just walked through the door,,,,jaehyun as bright as ever sitting beside you and putting a hand around your shoulder and that seemed,,,,to irk sicheng
  • up to the point where he had gotten up and said “i have to go” and you’d followed him to the door asking quietly what was wrong
  • till you noticed it,,,,,his red ears,,,,,the pout on his face,,,,,the same lost confused look and sicheng looked away 
  • but you asked again and with a low voice, “are you going to date jaehyun?”
  • the question had sent a shock through your body,,,,dating???? jaehyun???? 
  • “no,,,no?? what,,,he’s just a friend?? sich-”
  • “am i also just a friend?”
  • your eyes had widened,,,,the usually dreamy, cute sicheng was gone for a bit and here he was being more serious than ever and u were at a loss for words,,,,but you didn’t want to lie either,,,
  • “n-no you’re-”
  • “tell me you’re mine.”
  • looking up ,,, you could see the same deep brown eyes of the boy you’d been friends with for so long,,,,,but this time they weren’t begging you to save him from some awkward situation they were asking you if you’d want,,,,,to be his
  • and with a long nod,,,sicheng had sprouted that smile again,,,,,making your heart melt and the angels sing
  • and as you went back to sit with jaehyun you could hear him under his breath mumbling something about how you two were now each others
  • and again you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself about sicheng 
  • and jaehyun just looked between you two and grinned himself,,,,clapping his hands and congratulating you two
  • shyly you’d reached over and sicheng had clasped his hand in yours and you asked jaehyun how he could tell you guys were together so fast and he just pointed to sicheng and went
  • “red ears means his embarrassed, also you two were obviously gonna get together. that guy doyoung told me you’ve been flirting since forever”
  • both you and sicheng deny that you were flirting but,,,,i mean always walking home together and smiling at each other while forgetting everyone else is in the room and just genuinely sicheng accepting skinship from only you,,,,like must have been something hehe (and it was u guys are the cutest sweetest couple and sicheng loves it when u tell him you’re his and he tells you he’s yours and it’s chee*y but also sicheng is soft) 

in which junior prom is a thing and michelle is having fun at the thing, which may or may not be because peter parker is her date, but shhhhh.

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight (THIS ONE!) | nine

  • when michelle was younger, she didn’t exactly have a lot of suitors knocking down her door. none of her classmates were leaving cute notes in her locker or asking her to be their valentine. so maybe michelle is feeling a little nervous as she sits in front of the mirror on friday night. prom night.
  • 6:07
  • prom is in the gym of midtown high. everyone agreed to leave her apartment at seven because who needs to show up on time? unless you’re cindy and you’re working the prom, but they don’t have that concern. everyone is supposed to arrive at her house at six thirty for snacks and prom pictures™. which means peter should be arriving in approximately eight minutes if his previous history is any indication.
  • she takes a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror. her mother absolutely adored the red of her dress. so she took the lead with everything else prom related. she’s wearing her mom’s red heels from the nineties and her mom’s bold red lipstick from…well…from sephora, she thinks?
  • she doesn’t ask her mom about date nights with her dad. that’s just…weird.
  • anyway
  • michelle knows she looks beautiful. but part of her is worried. because, well, her previous crushes haven’t always thought so and she’s nervous that, despite all the signs she’s hoping that she’s reading correctly, peter only likes her as a friend.
  • “michelle.” her father calls from outside her bedroom door. “peter is here.” he slowly opens the door, sticking his head around. his smile spreads wide and bright across his face as he walks over to his daughter. “mj, honey, you look beautiful.” he hugs her tightly and mj smiles into his shoulder. she really loves her dad. but oh god, is he crying again?
  • “dad! you promised!” she pushes him away, hitting him lightly on the shoulder, though she’s chuckling with a bright grin on her face.
  • “I know, I know!” he wipes his tears quickly and takes a deep breath. “but it’s just you and I here, so it’s okay. I won’t cry in front of your boyfriend.” he draws out the word in a song and shakes his shoulders from side to side when he says it and michelle groans and wants to stomp off but these heels are higher than she’s used to so she just walks, simple and dignified.
  • she waits at her door for her dad, nonetheless. and if she grabs his hand before walking to the stairs, that’s nobody’s business. she’s allowed to do-
  • fuck
  • there is no way peter parker should ever be allowed to look that good.

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anonymous asked:

on jakku giving people food freely (i.e. as a gift with no expectation of return) and saying its a gift is how they propose marriage. Giving different food back is how you accept. Rey in the resistance is SO CONFUSED. Why are you all into polygamy resistance people. Everyone is proposing to me. Im flattered general but really jfc where did this come from. I don't even know you random mechanic #6! Oh.... poe/finn... thank you for the apple. Would you like a space potato?


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Love is A Game I Don't Want To Play

So apparently it’s @lekawaiimelon’s birthday! Happy birthday, my dear!

@sanders-sideblog @thatcrazyrandom @taki-random @bitchygrimreaper @allmycopshowsarecancelled @ibelily @andy-the-anon

Summary: Anxiety thinks that Roman isn’t being serious when he flirts. Roman thinks otherwise.

It was a game to Roman. Anxiety knew this. The flirting, the smiles, the not-so-subtle touches. All a test to see just how far he could push Anxiety. To see how far his limits were. Anxiety had tried to flirt back, once. Roman had only laughed. And so Anxiety played along, taking the role of the runner so Princey could play chase when he was bored. “Don’t you go falling in love with me.” He had said once, that smirk on his lips that meant only trouble.

Like most things, Anxiety had managed to fuck it up.

“Ann, darling, could you pass me the sugar?” Roman had his back turned, which Anxiety was eternally grateful for as a shiver ran up his spine and a blush settled itself onto his cheeks. Pet names. The bane of his existence. He wordlessly placed the container next to Roman  and went back to making his breakfast, trying to ignore the way Roman brushed against him as he reached for the cereal.

“You know, there’s this thing called a personal space bubble, Princey.” He drawled when his thoughts were coherent again. Void help him, Prince was going to drive him insane one day. “Most of us like having intact.”

The look he was given was downright dangerous. A challenging quirk of the eyebrow. That goddamn smirk. “I’m sorry, dearest, am I making you uncomfortable?” He murmured, voice as sweet as honey. Another shiver trailed down Anxiety’s spine, and he pulled his jacket closer around him. “You only have to say the word, Anx…” A hand gently clasped his shoulder, and Anxiety could have sworn that it lingered longer than it should have.

He managed a grunt, picking up his cereal bowl and getting out of the kitchen as fast as he could. At this point, he was starting to wonder if makeup could melt off from the heat of his own face.

Of course he ranted to Logan about it later.

“I’m seriously this close to flinging myself into the void.” Anxiety held up two fingers, and Logan didn’t bother looking up. This was not the first time that the morose trait had said those exact words, and so Logan merely continued grading papers, as he had been when Anxiety first walked in. “He knows exactly what he’s doing, Logan. I hate it so much!”

“Breathe, Anxiety.” Logan reminded him gently, still not looking up. Anxiety didn’t mind, knowing that his friend was still listening, and took a deep breath. And then another.

Then it hit him. “I love him, Lo. Roman. I love him.”

“I… thought you knew this already?” Logan asked, sounding confused as he finally looked up. Apparently reading his expression, he let out a quiet “oh”, and gave the darker persona a sympathetic smile. “I see. You didn’t know.” It was at that point that Anxiety took it upon himself to lay on the floor, face buried in the carpet as he let out varying noises of distress and frustration. Logan moved out of his seat, sitting himself beside Anxiety and beginning to run his fingers through his hair.

While the action was comforting, Anxiety still felt nauseous. He loved Prince. Prince, the dreaded flirt. Prince, who was only really using him for a distraction. Prince, who was like the sun, warm and radiant and beautiful and dangerous. Prince, who could never love him back.




“Hey, Anxiety, did it hurt?” The flirting had gotten worse since that day, Anxiety was sure of it. Princey was using more pet names than ever, and he had now moved onto pick up lines as well.

“When I fell from heaven? No, but I scraped my knee crawling out of hell.” Anxiety grumbled, moving to make room for Princey on the couch. He ignored the looks he received from both Logan and Morality, staring down at his phone.

Roman ignored the new space, sitting right next to Anxiety with a soft laugh. “No. When you fell for me.” There was something soft to his voice, something sweet and fond.  Anxiety couldn’t entirely comprehend it, but didn’t entirely care, either. He was too busy trying to keep his expression straight as his body went ice cold.

How did Princey figure it out? When did he figure it out?

He disappeared from the common room, sinking straight to his dreamscape. The shadows were there already, waiting, whispering. Anxiety dived for his blankets, pulling them around him to try and block them out, but that only made them get louder and louder.

Two knocks. “Anxiety?” The shadows stopped. Roman. Of course. Anxiety stayed put, hoping that he would just dismiss it and go back to the movie night. Of course, he could never be so fortunate. “I’m coming in.”

Anxiety heard the click of the door, felt the dip in the bed, but still did not look at Prince. He could feel frustrated tears building in the corners of his eyes, but he blinked them away, refusing to let Roman see him crying.

“Ann, hey, what’s wrong?” A hand gently clasped his shoulder, warm through the fabric of his hoodie. “Was it what I said? About falling in love with me? I’m sorry for saying that, I should have known that it would make you uncomfortable. After all, you’re not exactly one for love.”

Anxiety laughed at the irony of Roman’s words, the sound loud and harsh as it bounced off the walls of his room. “I’d say it’s the opposite of that.” He muttered, not looking at Prince. His cheeks were burning hot from absolute humiliation, and not for the first time he wished that the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

Being so focused on not looking at Prince, he was of course surprised when he felt a soft kiss being pressed to his cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me? Did I not make myself obvious?” Turning, Anxiety saw the confused frown on Prince’s face. “I thought you knew I was pursuing you. The others certainly did.”

“Wait, you were serious about all of that? All the flirting and the pet names?” The look on Roman’s face confirmed it all for Anxiety, and he immediately felt about twenty times more mortified. “Oh my god.”

“I love you. I can’t believe you didn’t figure out before, but I love you. So, so much, Ann.” And now Roman was moving closer, cupping his face in his hands and giving him such a fond look that it made Anxiety’s heart ache. “I am yours, for as long as you will have me.”

How could Anxiety say no to that?

anonymous asked:

Your style of writing is so lovely and addicting to read! It would be amazing if we could see more of selkie!Viktor (upbeat and chatty Viktor with a tragic past is my one weakness)

aww thank you! i don’t really have the energy to write something extensive at the moment but this is what i’ve got (this would be an au where viktor is the selkie and yuuri is the human haha)

It has been a month since he found Viktor on the beach. Well, ‘found’ isn’t quite the right word for it, as Viktor had come up to him completely naked and started asking him questions about whether or not he could show him around. Yuuri had assumed the man was lost, but he had ended up taking him around the beachfront portions of Hasetsu. And getting him a towel to avoid getting arrested for public indecency. 

It has been a month and it feels like Viktor has always been here, clad in a green yukata that barely clings to his shoulders sometimes and scarfing down bowl after bowl of katsudon and helping out around Yu-Topia wherever he could. Yuuri is more than painfully aware of the repercussions of getting too attached, since for all intents and purposes this man is a stranger, and Yuuri has no business wishing he’d stay forever when clearly this must be a temporary visit from this extraordinary person. Because there’s simply nothing ordinary in the way Viktor walks like he’s floating, in the beautifully foreign cadence of his voice, in the brightness of his eyes and hair. Yuuri had been enchanted from the start – he wouldn’t have invited anyone wandering lost around his hometown to stay with him at his family’s inn, after all. 

Yuuri knows their time must be limited. This mysterious man – Viktor – is surely too good to be true. Every day Yuuri strains to hear the sounds of him in the empty banquet room next to his own, hoping to ascertain that the man had not vanished in the night. Every day he finds those worries proven false, though it doesn’t stop him from thinking it, either. Viktor must surely be getting bored of this dying little town and its little ninja castle, of the tiny shops that only run in a language that stumbles around in his mouth and close too early. He’ll leave, and Yuuri will have to return to reality, to the very difficult decisions about his skating career. But while Viktor is here, Yuuri can pretend that caring for his guest is the first priority.

“I have never seen you skate,” says Viktor this morning, just after breakfast. His eyes are bright and there’s a smudge of natto in the corner of his mouth. Yuuri wants to taste it more than his own food. “Will you show me?”

Yuuri shrugs, his gaze dropping to his own breakfast. “I’m not that good,” he says.

“There are pictures of you skating everywhere, and trophies. Someone must think you are good,” Viktor points out. Yuuri feels his ears burning. 

“I came in sixth at the Grand Prix Final,” he says.

Viktor rests his chin on his hands, surveys Yuuri with that scrutinising blue gaze. “Minako-san says that makes you the sixth best skater in the world,” he points out. 

Yuuri sighs. “Later,” he promises, and begins to drink his tea to stave off further conversation. Viktor’s smile is bright, heart-shaped. Yuuri paints it into his memory and frames it in gold. 

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ravenreyamidala  asked:

Wait shit what's the problem with Vicks vapor rub? My mother swears by the stuff whenever someone in the family has a cold and she rubs it directly on our chests. As a kid, I used to whine a lot about it because I absolutely hate the smell, and she'd always try to put some on the skin right under my nose but I'd usually wipe it off. I don't think my sister did though and she's sick right now and I know my mother put on her skin directly earlier

Utterly nothing for adults other than you might feel a bit lightheaded/sick if you use it too much. 

It’s when parents slather it on young kids that you can get bad shit happening and that’s because vicks uses camphor, eucalyptus and menthol oils, all of which are natural cough suppressants which is just fine and dandy, except menthol has been linked to seizures and breathing difficulties in young children, (if you look back at my earlier post I list all the symptoms) and camphor if ingested can cause seizures in kiddies, even if it’s only small amounts, which is why it’s generally not a good idea to stick it under their nose on their top lip. Kids lick things yo. 

It even says on things like vicks, not for use under a certain age, and yet I know plenty of people who do it or add things like menthol oils into their babies humidifier and just aaaah, no (I am a tad zealous when it comes to this, I had a friend who lost her youngest daughter due to this and it just, the terror that goes through me when I walk down baby aisles and see mentholated bath oils is real). And the thing is, vicks doesn’t even help you breathe, if just helps you relax and tricks your brain into thinking you can breath (it produces a cold feeling which tells your brain “hey we are less angry and inflamed, we can relax a little now and stop trying to expel this gunk”) easier and helps you sleep which is what really helps you feel better in the long run. You’d honestly be better off steaming up your bathroom and letting it get into your lungs so you can cough it out then get yourself to bed and try to sleep it off. Unless you’re using a medicated spray or a saline thingy, inhaling vicks isn’t going to do shit.

It’s why any reputable pediatrician will tell you to use a sucker thingy to get the snot out of a babies nose to help them breathe, rather than slather them in things like vicks. There’s no proof it actually works, and there’s a whole lot of emerging evidence to the contrary.

Also re the mustard thing: I could believe it.

One of my dad’s cures for a sinus infection was to take us to the local whiskey distillery and let us inhale the hops. I’m pretty certain my inner ear melted and never recovered after that but gods dammit I could breathe again.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: PART THREE: Undercover Serpent

Request: No. My idea. 😇

A/N: Hey it’s me again. Sorry for being gone for so long blame my mental health lol. Anyways I had this written up, but now thanks to the new episodes I fixed it up and am actually pretty proud of it even though its super long. What can I say I love dialogue.

Words: 2077

Summary: Reader has a new threat in her life and they won’t let her secret go that easily. 

Spoilers: I introduce the magnificent Sweet Pea and Toni into this fic because I’m in love and I can lol.

Warnings: Some tension between Sweet Pea and the reader, why? because yes.

Part One Part Two

Shock is what you feel as you open your locker. It can’t be. Your Southside Serpent jacket is inside but how could it? You had just worn it last night to hang out with the gang. How could it possibly be in your locker?

Who knew your secret and why are they playing this mind game with you?

You snatched it so fast and stuffed in your backpack.

Startled by his touch you jumped as your back closed your locker.

“Hey you okay?” Reggie chuckled.

“Sorry not a great night” you lied.

Was it him? You thought. Did he only get close to you to get back at you or the serpents? No you’re just being paranoid, everything that has happened is just making you paranoid. It couldn’t be him, sure you didn’t know everything about him; but what you did know is that he wouldn’t do anything to you.

“Earth to (Y/N/N)” you smiled at your nickname coming out of his mouth.

Its only because you’re talking to the dead kid best friend your mind eerily reminded you.

“Right” you mumbled under your breath.

“Right what?” he gave you a confused look.

“Oh uh nothing” you rubbed your eyes.

The bell rings for first period and you decide against it, you have to tell Joaquin about this. You finally have proof someone is after you and not just your weird sixth sense he teases you for.  

“You coming?” Reggie breaks you out of your thoughts.

“I think I’ll head to the nurse first” you hated lying but you had to leave.

“Okay, feel better” he smiled as he stepped into class.

You feel someone stare and yet again their eyes are nowhere to be found.
“Joaquin?” you opened the door to your trailer.

“Did you get a note too?” Joaquin scanned your eyes as he held a paper in the air, you would never leave school before it even started without having a purpose.

“What does your note say?” You asked him your blood boiling because even though Joaquin is older and he can most definitely take care of himself, you would kill anyone who even dare lay a hand on him.

The note read:

Secrets in Riverdale don’t stay secrets…

“My Serpent jacket was in my locker” you breathed “someone knows about me, and someone got in our home” worry flooding your eyes.

“That’s impossible” Joaquin insisted in denial about the whole thing.

“Well it happened!” you took your jacket out of your backpack “this proves what I’ve been telling you about someone following me.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to you, you have all of us” he hugged you “We’ll tell FP”

“FP will probably just think it’s The Ghoulies or something and we can’t have a gang war JD” you countered.

“Well we can ask Sweet Pea or Toni if they know anything about this” He rubbed his hand on your back trying to calm you down.

“You think they’d help?” you questioned your brother.

“You’re still a Serpent (Y/N/N), Whether or not go to school with them; they need to get over the fact that you go to school with the preppies. Now go back to school, well figure everything out afterwards” he reassured you as it was still morning and you’d never miss a school day.

“How was the nurse?” Reggie asked during lunch.

“Oh you know I got a vitamin and she let me crash there for a while” you lied taking a bite of your food.

“Hey so uh I was hoping you could maybe help me with some of my homework after practice” he hinted wanting to spend more time with you and you wanted to say yes but you had to get to middle of the whole secret misfortune.

“Sorry Reg I have some things to take care of at home, maybe some other time.” You reached to his hand and rubbed his palm with your thumb.

“Hey (Y/N) sorry to interrupt, but we got a quick newspaper meeting right now” Jughead revealed while in between eating a bag of chips as you stood up and left Reggie to re-connect with his teammates.
The school day came to end and you and Joaquin were on your way to meet Toni and Sweet Pea in a serpent hang out.

“What brings you back to this side of the tracks (Y/N)?” Sweet Pea scowls.

“I live here dumbass” you spat back.

“What do you need?” Toni smiles.

“Has anyone talked too much about Jason’s murder? Speaks an awful lot about (Y/N) not coming to school here.” Joaquin asks.

“Well nobody here cares about Jason” Sweet Pea chuckles.

“And if anyone feels betrayed about you not coming to school here it’s just SP” Toni comments.

“Didn’t know you cared so much SP” he scoffed at your comment as Toni motioned Joaquin to move away from the both of you.

“Why are you a serpent?” He deflected.

“You know my story Sweet Pea, so why the attitude, I doubt you have anything to do with this” you redirect the conversation.

“Have you considered the fact that you’re secret is not really a secret, the whole Southside knows about you, who knows maybe even The Ghoulies have a thing for you” Sweet Pea spoke with a very intense eyes.

“But why? They wouldn’t dare not with FP around” you challenged his statement.

“Oh c’mon (Y/N), you’re a serpent, FPs favorite, you live here; but you go to school with the Northside kids and now maybe with the quarterback? Maybe they got someone out there too” Sweet Pea hinted at you.

“Not dating Reggie SP, but why does all of that matter?” you pried for more information.

“You got everything we don’t. You’re not all in, but we still got your back because otherwise FP would kill us” Sweet Pea raised an eyebrow at you.

“I’m sorry” you went up to hug him you were always sorry for leaving them behind.

“We’re here for you, I hope you know that” he hugged back.

The hug was an indication that it was finally okay for Toni and Joaquin to walk back to you guys.

“If someone is doing this, why not just go to Jughead or straight the source?” Toni asked as if she was part of the conversation all along.

“Jughead is not a serpent, and I am maybe that’s the connection” you pointed out.

“So they’re after serpents?” Toni and Sweet Pea spoke in unison.

“Well I did receive a note, if they’re watching (Y/N) they’d know to leave the note with the jacket; I mean I am dating the Sheriffs son” Joaquin recounted.

“We gotta talk to FP then” Sweet Pea declared.

“I gotta meet someone, tell me how it goes” you notified them.

“Hey Mantle” you arrived just a little bit after football practice ended because with all that was going on you didn’t know what was going to happen, but wanted to hang out with him “thought I’d take you up on that offer” he smiled.

“How about Pops first, I’m starving” you nodded.

“As long as your buying” you teased which made him chuckle “guess practice really does take it out on you guys huh” he opens the door to his car for you.

“We play to win” he winked at you.

“Are you trying to impress me?” you held your hand on chest pretending to be shocked.

“It’s Mantle the Magnificent for you, and is it working?” he grinned and you giggled at his nickname.

That night was great you guys talked so much it was as if you had known each other for so many years. You hadn’t received any notes, any threats, you no longer felt the lingering stares, and so you thought maybe it was over maybe they just wanted to give you a good scare.

You started to hang out more with Reggie after practice you’d meet up at Pops. Reggie made his crush known, but what you really needed right now was a friend that wasn’t a Southside Serpent so you’d shoot him down even though you you’d want nothing more than to call him your boyfriend.

You were both sat in your regular booth in Pops when the rest of the gang decided to sit with you guys. The only one missing was Kevin which you assumed was spending his time with Joaquin.

It was then the bell rang indicating someone just entered pops and it revealed a very disheveled Kevin.

“Joaquin is missing” was all he could let out as he caught his breath, all eyes were on him so no one could see the worry in your eyes.

“What do you mean?” Veronica asked “I thought you guys had a standing Thursday date” which you knew about and you didn’t want to show panic. It couldn’t be he was just home this morning.

“Some guys jumped us, he started to fight them and they just took him away” he cried “and I can’t tell the cops because then my dad will find out and he wouldn’t care about a serpent” and you wanted to run and find your brother, but you couldn’t Kevin’s words kept running through your mind. He wasn’t wrong the cops didn’t give a shit about gang members.

You phone rang “I got to get this sorry” you interrupted and went outside to take your call.

“Toni please tell me it’s not true” you asked with a straight face.

“Sweet Pea and I are gonna meet you in the trailer park” was all she said before she hung up.

Reggie had stepped out to of the diner while everyone else was comforting Kevin.

“Everything okay?” Reggie asked.

No everything is not okay Reggie, Joaquin is missing! He’s my brother! He’s all I got!

“Grandpa wants me to go home” you lied once again.

“When will I ever get to meet them?” he asked with a smile that darn smile that made you melt.

“Soon” you answered pulled him for a hug and pecked his cheek before you mounted your bike and rode away.

Reggie could still feel your hug and your soft lips on your cheek and he only wondered what they’d feel like on his lips.
The whole ride home the tears just started coming out and you couldn’t control them and you were afraid they wouldn’t stop.

“What happened?!” you tried to keep your composure as Sweet Pea, Toni and FP looked at you with such concern in their eyes.

“They sent me a lock of his hair” FP answered and a note that said a new message will arrive soon.

The tears they kept on coming out, someone had your brother and you weren’t going down without a fight.

“Were gonna stay with you until a new message arrives” Toni pulled you in for a hug.

“So were not gonna do anything!” you were fuming.

“(Y/N) we-” you cut Sweet Pea off.

“The cops aren’t gonna look, and were just going to wait” you snapped.

“Little snake we can’t do anything, we have no idea where he is and who has him” FP he handed you the note with his hair.
It was 3 am when you woke up to your phone ringing and Sweet Pea was asleep on the couch and Toni was with you.

“Hello” you answered the unknown number.

“If you don’t want any harm to your brother reveal yourself to the school, wear the jacket with pride” the voice in the other line hung up.

“Who was that?” SP asked.

“They want me to wear my Serpent jacket to school or they’ll do something to JD” you croaked which woke Toni up.

“You can’t do that” the black haired serpent spoke with such guilt in his voice.

“I can’t let them do anything to him, he’s all I got” Toni pulled you in for a small hug.

“What did they sound like? Did you recognize the voice?” Toni asked.

“No they used that weird distorted sound effect like in the movies” you clarified.

You hated always saying this because obviously you have FP, Sweet Pea, Toni and you don’t know for how long you now have Reggie. Although you can’t lose Joaquin especially not to psychos like the ones messing with you.

“Promise me you guys won’t tell FP, he can’t know or else he won’t let me do it” the other two serpents nodded.

You announced that you were heading back to sleep because tomorrow was going to be a big day.


Part Four
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anonymous asked:

If it weren't for Jack, I don't think Dean would stay.. here? He's stunned, he lost everything and the only thing keeping him going is to kill this evil thing. He's bringing Jack back to the bunker because the only people he can hurt is them, he's at a point were he doesn't care about himself or Sam anymore, but there's a thing to kill.. the thing that took everything away from him :(

Yeah he was essentially assuming he’s taking Jack back to the Bunker to kill or be killed and he’s okay with that. It’s just his job >.>

Honestly in all my years of watching the show I’ve never, ever truly thought Dean was able to walk away from hunting even when it got REALLY bad, there wasn’t some part of himself defined by what he did. Even in 10x22, arguably the episode that shows him at the absolute worst he ever was, he gloats that he kills gods, in a horrible corruption of what normally makes Dean good and enthusiastic about the job.

All I see at the moment in my mind’s eye when I visualise Dean is that action figure from 9x07 melting in the fire going “I clobber eeeviillll” which was at the start of the Dean Deconstruction project - the part of Dean that saw himself as a superhero. *But they didn’t kill that part off in season 9 or 10* Not, like… fully. Not the part that enjoys the job even on some perverse level - the Mark was seeking satisfaction FROM his job. I think the point back then was to corrupt it - to my ears the melting action figure’s last words turn into “I kiillll aaaallll” which is super ominous Mark of Cain foreshadowing if you believe it :P

(Sorry, I’m just reciting my watching notes at you, but it’s where all my thoughts live)

But yeah. In Dean’s prayer, I just suddenly felt… He said he was just a guy doing a job. And he identified God’s like… order for him to do this job. I wrote after 11x23 about how it was a burden, how awful this was for him. It took a year, but it hit, and Dean is carrying this job in a way I’ve never really felt he was before. In season 7 he was also going through the motions and again he mostly just had Dick to get revenge on, and that’s probably the most equivalent mindset, but I didn’t think he’d give up hunting, mostly because the big bad was such an easy obvious goal the story was structured around it was just his temporary feelings and the story could steer him back, and Purgatory came right after so he didn’t get to adjust to these feelings in the real world, he got a crash course in killing monsters where it felt pure to do so, and came back realigned. 

In this case Jack’s NOT evil and Dean is wrong and this is going to have to become apparent sooner rather than later, and if Jack isn’t a handy target for Dean’s rage -  he can find other short term things, like they’ll meet Asmodeus soon - then he’s going to come adrift. 

I don’t know if/think he should give up hunting as an endgame - I would rather he stayed in that world and at least assisting the fight though not in its front line any more. But oh god, please tell me Dabb just set it up to actually address the burden on Dean’s shoulders and lighten it via an extended family, and Dean being able to maybe one day HEALTHILY step away from his responsibility? 

Anyway I rambled all that because I think you’re right, that Dean really is a hair away from just getting in the car and driving, and who knows where but he isn’t going to be looking to hunt any monsters if he does go. I almost would kinda like to see him end the season making this decision and come back healthily although this is very much a first episode impression and everything is so excessively awful for Dean right now I can’t tell if this is just heaping more on him until he gets to the point it looks like he’d just disappear in the night and start sending Sam postcards 4 months later, for the sake of temporary, acute drama, or if this is setting up a longer term exploration of what Dean’s life even means to him and if he really even wants to be here doing this job.

At the moment without Cas I would say no.

It’s probably how it looks WITH Cas that that question gets interesting.

Canon divergence, set during 6x11, in which Emma finds a slightly different way to get home. (One-shot, ~1,100 words)

The grove is empty, its magic spent. No more enchanted wood; no more realm-crossing wardrobes.

Instead, there’s Killian Jones, and he looks…

Well, he looks a little bit like she feels: tired and worn down and determined not to let on. True to form, he refuses to yield, even when August—Pinocchio—manages to disarm him. He draws himself up, chisel in hand, and eyes his opponent, a familiar set to his jaw.

“Now we duel.”

He lunges towards Pinocchio, who raises his stolen sword.

Emma reacts before sword can meet chisel. “Hook, stop!”

Her magic bursts forth to send Killian flying back. He lands on the leaf-strewn ground, the impact rolling him onto his back, and lies still.

Emma lowers her hands, a mix of disbelief and fond exasperation coursing through her. From all appearances, Killian’s life has taken several turns for the worse, but one thing hasn’t changed: the man doesn’t know how to give up.

“Wow,” she says, shaking off those thoughts before she dwells on them too much. Before she starts wondering what kind of life he’s lived over the past twenty-eight years. She lowers her hands and walks over to him, casting a glance at a still-bemused Pinocchio as she goes. “I think it’s time to go home and get someone off the rum. And the dessert.”

Part of her wants to keep him here, to wake him up and reassure him, maybe talk to him. Until now, she’s been too busy trying to get home to have time to miss Killian, but now she’s looking right at him, and the fact that it’s not really him only makes it worse.

She needs to get back home.

“Sorry, Hook,” she says, summoning her magic. “I think it’s time to go back to the—“

She breaks off, suddenly thunderstruck. The Jolly Roger. The ship on which Killian has crossed realms and outrun curses. The fastest ship in all the realms, if he’s to be believed.

Made of enchanted wood.

Emma’s mind is racing. The conclusion at the finish line is already making her cringe, but this world isn’t real. This version of Killian isn’t real, and neither is the ship.

She purses her lips. He’s going to kill her.

Then again, this world isn’t real. Her parents are waiting for her at home, alive and well. Everything else will be, too.

“Pinocchio,” she says, very carefully. “This wardrobe… it doesn’t have to be built from a tree, does it?”

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Don't Go - Bucky x Reader - Angst One Shot

Originally posted by srogersxbbarnes

Summary: After months of being ignored, (Y/N) broke under the pressure when Natasha informs her of Buckys secret. Their relationship crumbles but for reasons neither of them know of.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2k


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mzyraj  asked:

I've seen you reblogging Jon/Dany stuff and I'm curious how likely you think that level of love/romance would be in the coming canon. Even putting aside whatever state Jon is going to be in post-resurrection, I'm not sure their past relationships suggest that each would be the other's type for instant attraction, and I don't know if they'd have time to develop much of a relationship what with the oncoming winter apocalypse. Or is it just a ship people like the idea of but don't expect?

Oh no, I don’t think the all-American, crewcut, boy-next-door Jon Snow we’ve seen in AGOT - ADWD is Dany’s type for instant attraction at all! 

Dany’s the type who likes rockstars with wild hair, and the power and danger of a big ol’ Harley-Davidson between her legs. She’s looking for a maverick fighter pilot from Top Gun to ride one of her dragons.  She wants a rebel with a cause, not a lost, grieving boy. I don’t think the Jon Snow we know is the type of guy Dany’s looking for!

But Jon Snow died. ;)

In the words of the King, “The person you put up there ain’t the person that comes back. It might look like that person, but it ain’t that person” (Pet Semetary). “Resurrection… ah, there’s a word (that you should put right the fuck out of your mind and you know it).”

GRRM has said that “Death is hard.” It changes a person. Look at the Lightning Lord. Look at Lady Stoneheart. They remember, but they’re not the same people anymore. I think Jon Snow, after spending some time in Ghost, is going to come back wilder. More reckless, more dangerous, more … rockstar. So I think Dany will find Jon very attractive. 

(from Jesus Christ Superstar

(Will TWOW please come out soon, because my ASOIAF / pop culture analogies are getting wilder and wilder.) 

So anyways, you can’t just “put aside” Dragonriding Rockstar Jesus Jon Snow and his Resurrection, or his Freefolk Groupies on the tv show, or his tv manbun when considering the potential for Jon/Dany. The resurrection – and the change it will bring – is a big reason why I think Jon/Dany has potential.

So how likely do I think there will be love/romance between Jon/Dany in canon? I’m certain of it. I think Jon and Dany will grow very close as they fight together to save the world, and I think that’s a beautiful thing. I’ll wager money on Jon/Dany falling in love in the books before the end of ADOS; any takers? First come, first served

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Some KakaSaku Fluffy Smut.

Because you CAN have both.
Squirming slightly, she resisted a shiver as his fingertips trailed up her sides, pausing at her chest, but only to briefly brush his thumb over her hardened nipples before repeating the motion.

“You’re so beautiful,” his voice is breathy, raspy, and it melts through all the way to her bones.

Teeth sinking in her lip, she tries to hold back a moan as his lips press over her hipbone and start leaving open mouthed kisses, kisses that felt like fire against her already heated skin.

Something wet moves dangerously close to her inner thigh and she has half a mind to remember to open her eyes and look at him.

Sakura wished she didn’t. The burning intensity of his charcoal eyes could’ve reduced her to ashes as she watched his tongue edge closer and closer to the dampness between her legs.

And then his mouth was on her and she was arching up and gasping as an electric shock slashed through her body. “K-kakashi!”

The Pinkette barely registers her own voice calling his name again and again, too lost in the feeling building up within her, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like she might explode, and when it finally happened, she cried out with abandon.

The next thing she knows his lips are on hers, swallowing up her sobs, and she can taste herself on his mouth, on his tongue that pushed past her lips and tangled with hers in a messy heated kiss.

She can feel his arousal pressing against her thigh, and the heat building up beneath his skin, and she wants it all, the tension she can feel building up in his muscles, the little shiver in his biceps and the small trembling of his fingers and she thinks she’s drunk, because her head feels light and her stomach is somersaulting with anticipation.

It takes a few tries before her mind registers he’s talking to her, “W-what?”

He stops kissing her neck and bring his face back up to hers. Their noses brush and she’s yet again completely captivated by his dark gaze. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She hears the strain in his voice, the struggle to hold back, and as sweet as it is of him to take it slow, she doesn’t want him to hold back anymore. She wants him to completely lose all his inhibitions and devour her.

“Absolutely,” she tells him, with confidence that surprises even her, “take me.”

His lips are on hers again and its a hungry kiss, desperate and needy and too much and too little all at once. But then he’s inside her, and her nails are digging into his flesh and she’s arching up against him and the whole world feels like its miles away.

Kakashi makes a sound at the back of his throat, like a broken cry and buries his face in her neck. She’s breathing hard, like she just ran a marathon, and she feels her medical chakra already easing the sting of his penetration without a thought.

Tilting her face to the side, she presses small kisses to the side of his face, “baby?”

He pulls back to look at her and gives her a shaky smile, one that makes her insides melt. “Are you okay?”

Sakura smiled and nodded, pulling him into another kiss as his hips started rocking against hers in a slow controlled motion and she feels another fire starting to burn brightly within her.

She grips at his shoulders, her hips pushing back against his and she’s in awe at how well they fit together, and breathless at the feeling of him thick and deep inside her.

To be so closely connected to him, she’s marvelling over how much she adores this man and how good it feels to be with him like this.

Her arms circle his waist and she grips his behind and pushes him closer to her, deeper, urging him to go faster.

Kakashi complies and soon he’s pounding into her and she feels like she might explode again any second, this time more so than the first. Like she could shatter to a million pieces but she doesn’t stop him, how could she? The intensity of his eyes and the strength of his hold on her took her to other worlds.

She hears his harsh breathing in her ear and feels his back growing slick beneath her fingertips and she’s absolutely dizzy as his fingertips trail across her arms and his fingers lace with hers and press their hands to the mattress.

A small, forgotten, sane part of her wonders if she’s gripping him too hard, if she’s hurting him, if somehow she’s expelling chakra in her vivid state of mind. But if she was he gave no sign of it when he pressed his forehead against hers and let their breaths mix together.

The coil in her belly is so tight by then she thinks she can’t handle it anymore and she knows she’s whispering to him, telling him, “I can’t a-anymore, K-kakashi please, I…”

The words die on her tongue when he frees one of her hands and pushes his between their bodies, pressing over her clitoris and circling furiously, trying to push her off the edge.

Sakura screams, all of her coming apart beneath his touch and her hand grips his neck and holds onto him like her life depends on it.

Kakashi grunts, growling low in her ear and she feels him come apart inside her, filling her up.

Her body trembles and she clings onto him until it’s over and she can catch her breath once more.

It takes a few minutes before either of them can speak, and she lets out a breathy laugh, “that was…”

“Amazing?” He replies and she feels his smile against her shoulder.

“I was thinking more like, intense, but yeah, amazing.”

He pulls back a little to look at her and he’s shaking his head and grinning tiredly at her, and the sight of him smiling so carelessly brings her happiness she can’t explain. “What am I going to do with you, Haruno?”

“Kiss me,” she tells him and she’s grinning too when he presses a gentle kiss to her mouth. “And maybe run us a bath.”

He breaks the kiss with a silly whine, “can that wait until tomorrow please?

“How do I know you won’t run away?” Her question is playful but his expression sobers up immediately and he looks at her with seriousness that makes her freeze.

“I would never dream of running away from you, Sakura.”

She blinks, slightly dazed from his confession, or maybe it was his eyes, they always were a little fervent.

“Idiot, I was kidding,” she whispers and he grins.

“I know. I’m not though. I’m gonna sleep now because honest to god I’m about to pass out.” He rolls off her and buries his face in his pillow.

She giggles and scoots closer to him, pressing her face into his bicep. “Alright sleepy head. I love you.”

“L'uf yo’ tooh.”