for once i have succeeded at something

Yet another from this long list of prompts, completely unprompted.

Number Twelve: “I’m pregnant.”

The text came in at 7:17am, and in the mean time, Stiles had made his way through four and a half breakdowns, all of them for different reasons.

Number One: Male werewolves could get pregnant, and tying into that:

Number Two: Derek had never found it relevant to their two year relationship to share this fun fact. That didn’t say much as to his thoughts on their future together, which stung.

Number Three: Stiles was going to be a father at twenty-four.

Number Four: Just the night before, with Derek in Argentina visiting Cora, Stiles ate a dinner of Cheetos, plain microwaved hotdogs wrapped in bread, and four beers before passing out on the couch with the tv remote in his hand. He was not ready to be a father.

Number Five (still ongoing, more or less halfway through): They were going to have to move because no amount of corner guards or stupid little outlet plugs could childproof the loft. The door to the kitchen was literally a jagged hole in a brick wall. Stiles caught his shins on it regularly, they were always a mess of scabs and bruises.

Actually his entire body was a mess of scabs and bruises, because that was his life now, had been since sophomore year: fighting off the forces of supernatural evil.

Too bad he couldn’t childproof his life.

Oh god, they were going to have to move out of Beacon Hills. Away from the pack.

Nothing was stable in Beacon Hills, it had been eight years of panic and anxiety and near deaths and actual deaths. They couldn’t bring a baby into their current lives, Stiles wouldn’t even bring an adult into this hellhole. Who was trained in firearms. With combat experience.

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⇁ tessellate | 01

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

sequel to nudes, not flowers with more angst and more filth

pairing⇁Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre⇁smut, slight angst || fuckboi!au

warnings⇁public indecency, cumplay, exhibitionism, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, dom!junghope, jealousy, mentions of infidelity, sex in front of a mirror, oh n light daddy kink 

word count⇁15k

“ Triangles are my favorite shape
Three points where two lines meet.” (tessellate)

Triangles are supposed to be the strongest and most stable of all geometric shapes. You wonder how true this statement is if applied to real life situations. The way you see it: triangles aren’t a reliable structure for relationships, especially if the parties you’re involved with find commitment to be a foreign concept. 

or : a fuckboy’s guide to polyamory 

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you asked me once what I am afraid of
the answer is you, you not staying, you not fighting
my greatest fear, even after all this war, is losing you

it is not dying, I feel I’ve died a thousand times before this morning 
it is not you dying either, because yes I would shatter, I would splinter but you dying would be your choice, in a burst of fire and ruin

but I couldn’t survive losing you to circumstance, to fear
I’d become hollow, chest empty, gravestone written with traces of you
if something other than the stars succeeded in threatening us 

because we have enough tragedy growing on our bones,
we have enough of an inferno raging in our hearts
that the constellations have already started charting our story

but I don’t tell you this, I don’t break the sunlight and make it storm
I just tell what used to terrify me before you burrowed inside my heart
before I made a home in your soul

—  Unfinished Stories #218 by Abby S

anonymous asked:

Eggsy x reader. Writers choice. But could you make it really fluffy

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

Warnings: Cursing

A/N’s: I’m so sorry that this took so long! I just didn’t feel as inspired for this one, so I hope that it isn’t terrible.

It’s already mid morning when you wake up in an unfamiliar room. Your sleep dazed mind takes a moment or two to register why you’re not in your own bed, but once it finally does a small, sleepy grin makes its way onto your face as the events of the night before play back through your head. You can hear someone moving around outside of the bedroom and start to get out of bed so that you can greet them. The cold floor underneath your bare feet almost makes you gasp but you do your best to ignore it as you follow the sounds towards the kitchen. The sight you are greeted with only causes the smile on your face to grow further.

Eggsy is standing in his kitchen, back facing you and a spatula in his hand as he tries and fails to flip a pancake. You can’t help but let a little giggle slip out as you watch him try so hard to cook breakfast. When he hears you Eggsy turns around and sends you a shy smile, before saying, quite sheepishly, “I figured I would try to make us breakfast, but um as you can see cooking isn’t exactly something I’m good at.”

You watch as he turns back to the stove and tries once again to flip the pancake, succeeding this time, though in the process he manages to burn his hand on the pan. You step forward just as you hear him mumble ‘fuck’ under his breath at his burned hand, “Love, let me try. I wouldn’t want you getting any more hurt than you already have,” you suggest, sending him a playful grin.

A blush spreads up his neck and cheeks, but none the less he nods his head at you, looking pretty thankful for the help, before passing you the spatula and stepping to the side. As you start to pour some batter into the hot pan, you notice him staring at you and when you look down at yourself, you realize why. You were still only wearing a faded navy green sweater of his from the night before and the only things covering your bottom half are the end of his sweater – which thankfully is quite large on you- and your underwear. It is now you blushing instead of him and this causes Eggsy to chuckle and place a kiss on your cheek.

While you finish making the pancakes he pulls down plates for the two of you and starts to dish up the eggs that he had already finished cooking before you had woken up and makes sure to point out that he is at least capable of cooking eggs and you joke back, telling him, “Well if you couldn’t I think you would have to find a new nickname, now wouldn’t you.”

You two go back and forth like this for a few more minutes, just allowing yourselves to feel at ease in each other’s presence. Just as you are finishing up with the pancakes, Eggsy remembers the coffee he had made earlier and pours some in a mug for you and then he makes it just the way you like it, which causes butterflies to start flying around in your stomach at the realization that he remembers something so tiny like this about you. But, before you can get too wrapped up in this thought, you finish the cooking the last of the batter and he hands you a plate.

You both grab some of the food and walk towards the small table in corner of the room, were he pulls out the chair for you. A conversation starts easily between the two of you again once you have sat down, but part way through eating, Eggsy suddenly seems distracted, just staring at you from across the table with a goofy look on his face. You start to become worried that you had done something wrong, so you ask, “Is everything ok?”

He hesitates for a moment before answering, as if he isn’t sure about whether or not saying what is going through his mind is a good idea, but after a few moments he answers you, “Everything’s perfect. It’s just that I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast in my sweater.”

The answer sends even more butterflies through your stomach and you reach your hand across the table to grab his and intertwine your fingers.

“Neither can I, honestly, though I don’t think that I could be any happier about it.”

@kurtwxgners @emmcfrxst @icepeters-book-trash


It’s not because the writing is flawless because, let’s face it, Mull is wonderful at many things but he has no voice or style.



Name one perfect villain. Voldemort? His weakness was arrogance and also breakable items. Galbatorix? Boring. The Ring of Sauron? Is that even a thing? Idk but it’s boring as well. Darth Vader?? Wasn’t he actually a good guy gone wrong? Idk guys I don’t watch these movies sorry.


Fucking flawless villain.

He plotted and schemed for millenia. Literally. He was patient and cunning and always about fifty steps ahead of his enemies. He had no weaknesses.

Best of all, his ultimate plan was not to rule the world or achieve immortality or whatever. It was just to make the world a better place, and honestly, it might have worked. He had a whole system set up in advance, he had everything prepared to control the demons. The scariest part? He was so NOT power hungry that he was 100% willing to put his plan down and walk away if the demons were not willing to cooperate. After /thousands/ of years of preparation, he was totally fine with doing that. Because he wasn’t crazy. He was totally logical, totally reasonable. It’s almost terrifying how cunning and intelligent he was.

And he didn’t even hold anything against his enemies. He respected them, he never underestimated them. He played to their strengths and weaknesses perfectly so he could get exactly what he needed from them. They didn’t even realize that they had. (*cough*the dragon betrayal*cough*) and he promised amnesty to them should his plan ever come to fruition. He wanted them on his side and he totally understood that they never would be.

In fact, the only thing that caused his downfall was something he would not have had an iota of control over. I don’t want to give too many spoilers because ~read the books~ but if it weren’t for a betrayal that he never could have seen coming because it was literally in the makings for longer than he’d been alive, his plan would have totally succeeded. He had ALL the cards and he didn’t let his guard down even then. And once the betrayal happened, he joined forces with his enemies to bring down the demons.

The good guys NEVER would have succeeded without the Sphinx.

That’s. What. Makes. Him. A. Perfect. Villain.


Requested by @ax-lr ! I saw the word ambush in your prompt and it ran away with me…

The first Walker had come out of nowhere.

Jon had known it was a stupid idea and if he’d been in his right mind he wouldn’t have done it. But they were both tired of the constant fighting and stress that came with war and they’d had to get away, if only for an afternoon. They’d only told Tyrion where they were going, so everyone wouldn’t worry-and then they fled for an open glade a mile or so north of Winterfell.

Gods, he was stupid. He’d been so stupid. If he’d stopped to think with his head instead of his heart…

He knew the path by heart-he couldn’t count how many times he’d walked it as a child, he and Robb when they wanted a break from the frenetic pace of family life. Just as they had then, his feet had crunched over a carpet of leaves that led to a glade, quiet and cool. His father often said that he felt the most connected to the gods in the quiet moments with nature-and Jon had always been inclined to believe him. How could Catelyn Stark be so sure that her gods lived in stone septs, when the deep icy lake and the trees around them had stood for centuries before the First Men had even walked Westeros?

But he’d never walked it with a girl before. The atmosphere was charged with a diving, darting energy and it zipped through his fingertips whenever he took her elbow to lead her over a particularly icy patch or brush a strand of hair out of her eyes. She was wearing the same winter coat she’d been wearing when she’d come to rescue him and the gold trim sparkled like gold in the afternoon sunlight.

She carried the sunshine in her smile. His soon-to-be-bride. The mother of his soon-to-be-child.

There was a sheltered natural grotto formed from rock where they’d spent nearly an hour talking. He’d built a small fire-the smallest fire that he could manage, given the circumstances-and they’d leant against each other, sometimes talking and sometimes just quietly growing accustomed to each other’s presence. Gods, he loved her. His feelings for her were so strong and so passionate sometimes he couldn’t believe they were real. He couldn’t believe that he could feel that way about someone like that, like her.

He couldn’t help thinking about what could happen if times were different, if their affections were able to play their natural course…

There was a crack-it would have been deceptively small, but it sounded like a gunshot in the silence of the forest. He’d stood quickly, his hand going automatically to the hilt of his sword, mouth narrowing into a thin line. Dany had started to stand next to him but he gently pushed her down, crossing to the doorway of the cave and looking out.

Of course, she came to stand next to him. He could see one hand already resting on her stomach protectively, which had just begun to swell.

Now he thought that the Walker had, for some reason, wanted to alert him to his presence because normally they were silent. And indeed, this one was silent now and eyed him with a careful, calculated gaze. Its skin froze and cracked in the wind and its hair flew loose in the wind.

Then Jon realized it was looking at him at all.

It was looking at Dany.

The rage swelled up in him and he was moving before he could think about it, before he could think better of it. The Walker moved-either to parry or strike the world would never know, because Jon ducked and stabbed into the wreck of its chest cavity. Instantly it turned to kernels of ice, pooling on the ground and dancing away on the breeze. When he turned back to her he was breathing hard-not from exertion, but from anger.

She took his hand looking remarkably calm, though he saw the way her eyes had widened slightly. “Come, Jon. We have to go.”

They moved towards the path, practically running in the snow. At one point Dany slipped-but Jon kept moving, pulling him along with her until she righted herself. He could see the perspiration on the back of her neck-maybe from cold, or maybe from fear. Not for them, but for their child. Sam had said something once, almost as an aside…

No matter. They couldn’t have her. He would kill any of them who tried.

“How did they find us?”

“Does it matter? We weren’t very subtle.” She sounded like she was fighting-and succeeding, but just barely- to keep her voice steady. “Winterfell isn’t far.”

It could be too far. Walkers rarely traveled alone. “Stay close to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Even so, she took a step closer to him and pulled out the dagger she always kept inside of her coat. Jon had commissioned it himself; the silver hilt was carved with three headed dragons inlaid with eyes of ruby. Yes, it had been a splurge-but it was a dagger befitting a queen.

It happened suddenly-one second the forest was cool and dark, and the next Jon felt something rush out of the brush and tackle him to the ground. Dany screamed somewhere behind him, though whether it was from fear or pain he couldn’t tell. Ice crackled in his ears and he swore and rolled to his knees, stabbing upward with his sword until he managed to cut at the wight’s neck. The wight roared with rage, trying to tear at his face with clawed hands, but Jon shoved it away. Palming a dagger from inside his own sleeve he drove it through the creature’s eye; it screamed as it died.

He was already on his feet, already standing with his sword raised. There were more of them now-six wights and three Walkers, staring at him through the forest. It wouldn’t be easy, but he could take them. But Dany…

He looked around wildly, but he didn’t see her. Fuck. “Dany!”

No response. The creatures leered at him out of the forest, as if they were making fun of him, taunting him…

His fury exploded with the force of a bomb.

His vision narrowed until there was just the fight, just the wind in his ears and the swish of swords. He ducked wights left and right, sliding under their swords and lopping off arms, legs, heads-whatever he could reach. The Walkers were trickier, their armor tougher-but eventually they fell too, his rage crashing over him like the incoming tide. And all the while there was the sick sense of increasing dread, the sense that he hadn’t been fast enough… “Dany!” He screamed it again, louder this time. This had been his idea, if something happened to her he would never, ever forgive himself… “Daenerys!”

For a terrifying moment there was no reply. He felt alone, in the great dark forest. And he wondered, sickeningly, if he had failed.

“Jon, where are you?”

He ran towards the source of the voice so fast he almost fell down, skidding on a hidden patch of ice and not feeling the way it dashed at the palms of his hands. The blood pounded in his heart so hard it hurt. She’s alive she’s alive she’s alive thank the gods she’s alive…

Jon almost ran into her. She was standing with her back against the tree; blood stained her arm in deep gouges, as if someone had tried to scratch her arm. But she was alive and alone-apart from a small pile of ice crystals sitting at her feet. “I killed one,” she whispered. She was shaking, and Jon wanted to take her into his arms and hold her until she stopped. “It came for me and I tried to run but…” Her breath caught in her throat.

He took her hand and held it tightly, until the tremors had turned to barely more than trembles. “You saved yourself and the baby. You did what you had to do.”

“But…it used to be a person, Jon. It was grotesque-”

“It’s not a person anymore. You did it a favor. You put it to rest.” This time he did go to her and hugged her as tightly as he dared; she sagged against him slightly, as if now that the adrenaline high was gone she could barely hold herself up. He remembered the first time he’d killed a wight-the revulsion, the fear, and also the sadness for what this…thing could have been. But he’d had to crush it soon enough, once he’d realized that they weren’t alive and he still was. There was nothing left of them. Nothing that mattered.

Then he saw her arm again. “You’re bleeding.”

“Not badly.” She touched a spot on his face and her fingers came away bloody; he hadn’t even realized he’d been injured, but when he reached a hand up he felt a deep cut on his cheek.

“We’re alive, understand? That’s all that matters.” He didn’t want to let go of her until they got back to Winterfell. Maybe even ever.

“Let’s go back now,” she whispered. All he could do was nod. He didn’t trust himself to speak.

She was so quiet. Too quiet. But then again, why shouldn’t she be shaken to the core? He knew he was, and he should have known what to expect.

They walked back to Winterfell hand in hand, in silence. But Jon didn’t feel the Gods’ presence now, in the gathering darkness as he scanned the trees around them wondering if they really were alone. It didn’t feel like home, or like a place of safety; even the thrill of being in love had dissipated because they’d been so reckless. They both had to try harder, because this was a lot bigger than either of them-and more lives were at stake than their own.

“I’m sorry-”

“No. Don’t say that. This is on us. Both of us.” She still didn’t look at him. Jon felt guilty for feeling so relieved.

He’d made a mistake. He’d been careless. And he’d almost lost her. He knew full well what had happened if she hadn’t killed the wight-she would have been killed, or dragged off (apparently the sparring lessons he insisted she needed were coming in handy after all, though it didn’t seem like the right time to say so).

He wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

Even so, neither of them relaxed until they were safely inside Winterfell’s gates. And neither of them slept well that night; every time Jon closed his eyes he saw a pair of cold blue ones, staring unblinkingly into his own.

I did promise I’d write something at work, didn’t I? 

Mad - Alfie Solomons

Hello! Can you write a imagine where reader and Alfie are in the beginning of a relationship and everything is fine until Alfie gets mad about something (at work or her). He starts shouting (she never heard him shouting/saw him that mad) and stuff and she is so afraid that she locks herself in a room and starts to cry. Then Alfie is kinda sad to know she thinks he would do something bad to her and assures her he will never hurt her.

Mad - Alfie Solomons

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Alfie shouted.  

He stood in the front hall of his house, Ollie standing there across from him, trying to talk quietly. It was a Sunday morning and Ollie knew you were most likely upstairs trying to sleep in. Usually he wouldn’t be bothering his boss on a Sunday morning, knowing it was his day off, but things at the bakery hadn’t gone according to plan. And Alfie was less than happy about the intrusion.

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Three times and one (Part IV)

Being an ordinary human girl among a group of extraordinary people with peculiar abilities on an entirely different planet can be much of a challenge, more so that you have taken quite a liking into a certain God of Mischief, with whom you oddly seem to get along with very well. Sounds like trouble? Well, you kind of asked for it.

Read it on AO3!

Part I | Part II | Part III

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noe-chi-un  asked:

Hey I'm trying to continue writing my fanfic but idk what my characters should say? Overall plot is Person A doesnt want to become famous in a music industry even though they're really good at singing and composing while Person B tries to persuade them. Person B develops feelings for A overtime but A is oblivious?

1. “I love listening to you sing, you know?”

“I love singing. But I don’t want it to be a job, you know?”

2. “I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this! I-”

“Hey, hey, come here. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought-”

“I know.”

3. “What are you so afraid of?”

“Failing. Humiliating myself. Or worse… Succeeding and becoming someone I’m not.”

4. “Fame destroys people. Can’t you see that?”

“It doesn’t have to destroy you!”

5. “I never told you, did I?”

“Told me what?”

“I knew someone who was famous once. It tore them apart, twisted their soul into something I didn’t recognize, and destroyed everything that made them who they were.”

6. “What if I’m not good enough, huh?”

“Trust me! You are good enough. You’re amazing.”

“You’re sweet, you know that?”

“I mean it.”

7. “Was that what all of this was about? You wanted me to get famous so I’d OWE you something? There are easier ways to get a date, you know?”

“What? No, no, it’s not like that! Falling in love wasn’t ever part of my plans. It just… Happened.”

~I hope these help!~

the thing about writing a ship is like y’all realize there are aspects that AREN’T supposed to be realistic, right? this was something i learned way back in the day when i watched how i met your mother and i realized the writers had no clue how to keep barney and robin together and make it interesting and engaging. the thing that worked with barney and robin was the almost-maybe-will they-won’t they aspect of it. once they got together and stayed together, their relationship grew stale and boring. and that’s not to say it couldn’t have been interesting and well done, but the writers, in my opinion, sort of failed in that regard. where they succeeded with marshall and lily, they dropped the ball with barney and robin.

that stupid show is the reason why i’m very conscious of how i write ships and especially how i write slow burn. i don’t want to have all this build-up, chapters and chapters of build-up, only to get the two characters together and have them be constantly together all the time and everything is perfect and then you get bored of their relationship. or maybe bored isn’t the right word for it; it’s more just like you’re accustomed to them being together so it doesn’t feel like a big deal anymore. 

like, when an author only has the ship kiss once every three chapters, then i’m going to cling to those kisses with all i’ve got. i’m going to cherish those kisses and get a tingly feeling inside when i read those kisses. if the characters kissed every paragraph, i’d get used to it pretty quickly and then it wouldn’t feel special anymore. is it more realistic to kiss a lot? probably. is it better storytelling? debatable. 

there is of course a place for these characters fuck all the time!!! fuck for four chapters straight!!!! nothing but sex!!!! but there’s also a place for gentle touches and small gestures and refraining from constantly touching each other. 

is any of what i’m describing “realistic”? probably not. but sometimes you have to sacrifice realism for the sake of good narrative engaging storytelling, and hopefully you do it well enough that the audience suspends their disbelief and forgives you for not writing something 100 percent realistic. 

Bad Time?

      Today could possibly be the worst day of your life. The most stressful day of your life. The most upsetting day of your life. The most annoying day of your life. The most demanding day of your life. When you add all those days together, they describe your life right now. Stressful, upsetting, annoying, and demanding. 

      Flopping on the worn couch in your apartment, you rip off the coffee shop apron from around your waist, tossing it to the floor. You had gotten fired today. It’s not like you enjoyed working at the coffee shop, but you wanted to make your own income instead of using all of your idol boyfriend’s money and having a small job was the only way to do that. Taehyung always insisted that you don’t need to work, but you’ve always worked regardless of what he’s said. 

      Taehyung always insists that he wants to take care of you and that he can provide for you and him on his own, but you don’t want him to have to do that by himself. Sometimes when you ask to borrow money from him, your stomach stirs because the thought of being selfish makes you sick. 

       Now you wonder what you’re going to do. You’ve had this coffee shop gig for almost over a year and it’s been great! Well, the actual working part sucked but the pay made it worth it. Since you’d been working there so long, raise after raise came and soon you were making fairly decent money. Still it was nothing compared to your boyfriend’s income.   

      The reason you were fired seems dumb to you. Your day started out great! You woke up well rested from a good night’s sleep. While eating your breakfast, you skyped Taehyung, something you guys always do when he’s off on tour. Your heart ached when he popped up on the screen with his cheerful smile. Seeing him only through the phone has made you miss him so much. You thought being by yourself would be easy and you never realized how hard it could be. 

      Since Taehyung never has an extensive time to talk and due to the different time zones, the conversations are rushed and sometimes interrupted by his other members. Even though the short talks sort of upset you, you’re very understanding about his time consuming career and you try to not let it show how much it affects you. You wouldn’t want Taehyung to worry while he was off performing for his many fans.   

       You don’t know how you’re going to manage to get a new job. It’s tough enough because you’re still in college, so the business has to be very flexible with your studying schedule. Running a frustrated hand through your tangled hair, you turn on the television, anything to keep your mind off your current situation. 

      You’re digging through your freezer for a tub of ice cream when someone knocks on your apartment door. “Ugh! What do you people want from me?” You complain, dragging your feet to the door. If it’s the same sale person that shows up at your door every week, you’re going to be pissed. Not bothering to look through the peep hole, you turn the door knob and roughly swing the door wide. 

      “What do you want? I have told you to stop coming to my apartment.” You state, rolling your eyes in the back of your head. “So…does that mean you want me to leave?” A deep voice asks, scaring the living daylights out of you since you hadn’t bothered to even shoot a glance at the person. Your boyfriend is waiting for you at the door, a bouquet of pink roses in his hands. A suitcase is left near his feet. He’s back. He didn’t tell me he was coming back yet. It was suppose to be a couple more months.  

      The tears leaving your eyes are automatic. Your hands shield your face from your boyfriend, who’s looking at you in concern. Between your fingers, you watch him pick up his bag. He places a hand around your waist and maneuvers you back in your apartment. You’d probably startled him considering you’ve never shown him this much emotion before. 

      Taehyung sits you down on the couch, placing the beautiful flowers on your lap. His soft fingers peel your hands from your cheeks, revealing your red rimmed eyes and trembling lips. Not even bothering to hold yourself back anymore, you throw your arms around Taehung’s necks, pulling him closer to you. One of his hands soothingly rubs up and down your back while you sob into his shoulder. 

      “Was this a bad time to surprise my lovely girlfriend?” Taehung asks, brushing his hand through your tangled hair. Shaking your head, you pull away from his arms, wiping the tears under your eyes with the heels of your hands. Taehung licks the tip of his tongue before scrubbing the smeared mascara from your cheeks. “No, no, no! I’m so happy you’re here! These are happy tears! I’ve missed you so much!” You exclaim, more tears flowing from your eyes. 

      Taehyung’s eyebrows knit together in uncertainty. “Those tears seem to be of sadness too. What’s wrong? When we chatted last night, you seemed perfectly fine. Am I asking too many questions? I’m just worried.” “Tae, you must be starving. It’s almost dinner time and you’ve been on a plane for hours at a time.” You state, moving the flowers beside you and pushing yourself off the couch. 

        Fingers clamp onto your sleeve, stopping you from leaving. “Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong? I hate to push you to talk, but I want to understand why my usual cheerful and positive girlfriend is upset. I want to help.” Taehyung holds both of your hands in his, gazing directly into your eyes. You feel as if he’s communicating with you through those beautiful coronas of his. 

      Returning to my seat, you remove my hands from Taehyung’s, intertwining them and placing them on top of your lap. “I lost my job today.” You sigh heavily, staring at your knuckles that are growing pale. Taehyung lets go of a breath he must have been holding, chuckling a bit while he slaps his own knee. “Y/N! You scared me! I thought it was something important. You know-” Shaking your head, you hold up your hand stopping his next words that you’re used to hearing over and over. “Taehyung. You know this job was important to me. I want to work and I’ve told you this time and time over again. I want to have a job and be able to support myself.” 

      Cupping the side of your face with his hand, Taehyung stares deeply into your eyes once again. “Y/N. I do know, okay? I know working is something you want to do, but I always want to provide other options for you. You could easily not have a job and focus on succeeding in your college classes, I can take care of us. I’m not going to force you to do anything, but I want to provide for us myself. I want to feel like I’m the one who protects you and takes care of you. Yes, I know you love your independence, but keeping you well and happy is my job as your boyfriend and maybe soon, something else.” 

      “Something else?” You ask curiously. Your eyes widen two times their regular size. A little smirk on his face, Taehyung slides off the couch, brushing his large hands on his jeans. “I was going to wait to do this when I took you to dinner at this fancy restaurant, but I feel like now is a good time.” Taehyung staggers down on one knee, pulling a small box from his back pocket. “Is now a bad time to pop the question?”  

-Admin Minnie 


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About Time - Evansson Fanfic

A/N: Alright, here it is! My first fanfic on this Tumblr. It’s probably not going to have many chapters but I promise I’ll finish it. I know I’m not an awesome writer but let me know what you think of this first part, pls. :)

ps: I will probably change the title of the fic but for now that was the only thing I could think of.


Chapter 1

“CUT!”  the director yelled “It’s great, both of you. Let’s just try that last part again, see if we can get a better shot.”

Chris was in Atlanta for the Civil War shooting, that was the last scene of the day, the church scene with him and Scarlett. He enjoyed when they had scenes like that, they had so much history together and their chemistry always turned into something special when they were acting.

“That’s perfect! And we’re done for the day, thanks, guys!” Joe Russo yelled and everyone started packing their things and equipment.

“Ugh! God, I’m jaded. Why is it so hot in this place?” Chris said as he and Scarlett walked to the hotel where they were checked in, just a block away from the church place.

“Yeah” Scarlet said. He looked at her, she didn’t seem to have listened to his complaint.

“Are you okay?” he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Uh…Yeah, I just- I think I just miss Rose, that’s all. I haven’t been away from her this long” she said, but Chris sensed that there was something else bothering her.

“I understand. Well, we only have one more day of shooting, then you can go back to see her”

Later that night, Chris was in his room having dinner and worrying about her, sad to think that she probably wasn’t feeling any better. The truth is he never stopped feeling the way he once felt about her, he just succeeded on ignoring it, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to make her feel as happy as he could, he felt as if it was his responsibility to cheer her up at that moment when she had nobody else.

A few minutes later Scarlett heard someone knocking on her door, she tempted to just pretend she was asleep, even though she was sure she wouldn’t be able to sleep properly that night. But instead, she decided to open the door. Chris Evans was standing in front of her in his sweatpants, holding her favorite movie in one hand and a large bag of Gummy Bears on the other one. She smiled.

“What is this?”

“I thought it might cheer you up.” He shrugged, smiling back at her.

“I think it’s already working!” she laughed “Come in.”

Chris put the movie on the DVD and they sat on the bed to watch it, the bag of Gummy Bears in between them. This wasn’t a strange thing for them. With so many days traveling to shoot Marvel movies, there was a lot of free time, and they shared so many interests that usually they found something to do together.

By the end of the movie, Chris looked to the side, she was asleep. He smiled and tiptoed his way out of the room.

“Hey…” but she had woken up.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you”

“No, it’s fine” she said, walking towards him. “I’ve got a very light sleep”

“I know” he said. The next moment they just looked at each other. They never knew what to say or how to react when one of them said something that acknowledged the fact that they once were much more than friends.

“Anyway, I just… Thank you. That was really nice of you.” She said, smiling.

“You’re welcome” he smiled back “And look, I know there is something else bothering you, I respect that you don’t want to talk about it. But whatever it is…It’s gonna be fine.”

“I don’t think it is. But thank you”

He gave her a long hug. She embraced him so tight he felt butterflies in his stomach and his heart ached.

“Good night”

“Good night”

Chris went back to his room and lay on the bed, but for a long time his eyes remained wide open and his thoughts traveled back to memories that he had never allowed himself to remember. It was during the filming of Nanny Diaries, he and Scarlett have had worked together before and were good friends since then, but when they were together again on that set something changed and they connected in a way neither of them thought to be possible. Before they even had their first screen kiss they were having secret dates and long nights together, making love and watching movies. They were in love, and if it was up to him they would still be together, but Scarlett had a conviction that if they made their relationship public the exposure would ruin their relationship and she valued his friendship too much to let that happen. He tried to argue and convince her otherwise, but after a while he just accepted it and they have been just friends since then. But when you end a relationship the way they did, it’s much hard to get over those feelings, that’s why he never did. And he tried, he really did. As the years passed he learned to live knowing that he would never feel that same way again towards anyone else, and he remained by her side, proud of the friendship they had maintained and glad that he had the opportunity to work with her so many times. Now and then those feelings would come back stronger and he would consider telling it all to her, how he had felt all those years. He even thought it would help if he opened himself to her and shared his feelings, but to do that would mean opening that wound again, the wound he took years to close. So he remained in silence, and she did the same.

Wounds, Chapter 5

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Something odd was going on. It was a Saturday afternoon, the first weekend since Dipper got out of the hospital, and he and Mabel were at the grocery store for the weekly shopping run. This in itself wasn’t unusual - the twins had been driving their mom’s hand-me-down minivan since last October, which included the obligate rights and responsibilities, e.g., weekly groceries, dropping off and picking up dry-cleaning when needed, banking and post office tasks, and various other errands newly-accessible (or at very least, far more convenient) with their drivers’ licenses and (somewhat) reliable mode of transport. Nor was it unusual for Dipper to join, despite his condition - well into his second week of recovery, he could easily manage an hour or so of slow walking, especially with a shopping cart to lean on.

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Story Time (sorry its long, but I promise its worth it!)

Last summer I had my second ankle surgery. This meant that I wasn’t going to be able to do much since I live in South Mississippi and it’s very hot. I had just started dating my boyfriend, and thankfully we were able to spend a lot of time together when he got off work. He would either come over and watch movies, or he would just take me for a long car rides on the beach, or just out somewhere so I could get out of the house but still didn’t have to be up on crutches too long. Anyways, of course I’m gonna play 1989 in my car. Then this brave soul decides to tell me he’s not a Taylor Swift fan. He had only heard Welcome to New York at this point because he would change it to whatever he wanted to listen to.

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Well I have dated liars and cheaters and overall assholes, but I have never dated a guy that didn’t like Taylor Swift. Yet he insisted he didn’t like her music. At this time my phone ringtone was set to Style and not too long after this conversation took place, my phone rang. He freaked out asking me “who sings that song, I heard on the radio the other day?” and when I told him it was Taylor he didn’t really want to believe me and I could see in his face he wanted to not like it anymore. Thus my evil plan was born MWAHAHAHAHA let the experiment begin!

I would make him like it! No, I wasn’t going to just shove it down his throat, make him listen to it constantly, hear me telling him how great she is, watch videos or anything like that. Instead, I was going to make him like her music without him even knowing!

I started it off slowly by just playing Blank Space quietly in the background. I don’t mean just like background music when you’re hanging out with friends, I mean so quietly that you don’t notice there’s any music on, like volume level 1 in my car. It was just enough to where you hear it subconsciously, but you don’t recognize it’s there. I played Blank Space every time we got in my car and just kept conversation flowing so that he wouldn’t want to turn on any music.

Then I started with positive reinforcement. Anytime he would go to give me a kiss, as soon as he would close his eyes, I would reach over and turn the volume up just a tiny bit where the volume got a little louder, but he still didn’t realize it was playing. So, he began to associate the positive endorphins from receiving a kiss with Taylor Swift.

After about 3 weeks of this, we were coming out of church and he was humming Blank Space while helping me into the car. I asked him what he was humming and he was like “I don’t know, but it’s been stuck in my head lately” I told him it sounded like a Taylor Swift song and when he disagreed I just played along so as to not mess up my plans.

Since I knew it was working now, I decided to step it up a bit and moved on to Shake It Off, a bit more risky but I had to know! So I start to play shake it off the exact same way and a couple more weeks go by, and the same thing happens! I catch him humming it one day while we were hanging out and he has no idea that I’ve been doing this to him all along, and that my laughter is indeed not at his dancing, but evil laughter at the fact that this was working!!

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The next time we got in the car, I put on Style at a normal volume to actually listen to it. He brought up the whole “ugh don’t make me listen to Taylor swift” but since he liked that 1 song he obliged. After that song, he reminded me grumpily that he likes that song, so I convinced him to listen to one more and gave him a little kiss when he said fine.

I played blank space…

here’s the moment, am I busted or will he actually like it???

He recognized the chorus, and afterwards admitted that he liked the song. I said I think this is that song you were kept humming, are you sure you don’t secretly listen to it when you’re not with me? And of course he was like “what!? No! I must’ve heard it at work on the radio!” So then he just let me play the album whenever I wanted as long as he could listen to Style first.

I started school and moved a couple hours away so we didn’t get to see each other for a little while. So when he came up for my birthday, I let out full Taylor Swift fan singing, dancing, everything and he didn’t mind one bit. He even went as far to say that entire album was good, and that it must be some weird boyfriend thing that he just starts liking my music because he’s never liked Taylor Swift before.

I told him everything

All of it.

I told him I had brainwashed him by positive reinforcement like a dog, he laughed it off, thought I was completely joking and we had a good laugh (him thinking I’m funny for once and me thinking I have succeeded with my goal). We are still together a little over a year later going strong.

Now with every type of learning, there has to be a retention test to show that there was actual change not just something temporary. So when LWYMMD was about to come out I was full on crazy fan mode and we were hanging out and he tried to act all annoyed like I needed to calm down (as if I could!) after we heard it he said, it’s pretty good, but I don’t think anything will ever compare to 1989 that was the best album!

Chapter 2: I already lost you once (I don’t know if I could survive with losing you again)

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Wondertrev - Diana x Steve

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Words: 1279

Series Summary: The war is over and Diana is lost in a new world mourning the loss of her love. However, that all changes when the Angel of Destiny comes to her with a proposal, defeat the new great evil that is arising and Steve will be returned to her. Will she accept? Or does the deal come at a great cost?

Chapter: 2/7

“No!” Steve shouted, “Diana-“

But his words were cut off as the Angel waved her hand and Steve’s voice became silent. He looked down in shock as his mouth continued to move but no sound came out. He turned angrily to face the Angel his mouth running continuously, his face turning red, and his arms swinging around frantically.

The Angel turned back to face Diana, “Then we have a deal.”

Diana nodded solemnly. She knew that this was the right decision. She had a chance to get Steve back and she would do anything in her power to make sure that she succeeded. Her gaze slide over to Steve, his was body tense, his eyes darkly glaring at the Angel. After a moment of silence, his eyes jumped over to meet hers and they softened. He tried to say something to her, but nothing came out and his body sagged in defeat.

“I have said all that I have come to say. You know what you must do. I wish you luck.”

And with that the Angel vanished, the bright flash of light once again spreading through the room. Diana and Steve cringed back until it cleared, their eyes blinking frantically before once again their eyes met. 

They stood in silence staring at each other until Diana whispered, “Steve.”

She took a hesitant step forward unsure of what to do. Steve opened his mouth to say something but slammed it shut worried that nothing would come out. He couldn’t even begin to piece together what was happening. He knew he had been dead. But now he wasn’t. He believed Diana would succeed, but what if something happened? She would have to lose him all over again.

Without another thought, he rushed forward stopping an inch away from Diana, his hands rising to hover over her body, hesitant to touch her.

“What have you done Diana.” He whispered.

“What I had to do! What is the matter with you? You died Steve. You died. I watched you die. I have been living life without you. You were gone. And now I have a chance to get you back. Did you truly believe I would not take it?” She yelled as she took a step toward him. He stumbled back slightly she poked her finger at him.

“I don’t deserve-“

“This is not about deserve. This is about believing. I believe I can do this. Believe in me. You wanted more time. You have received it. All you need to do is believe.”


“I have learned much from this world in these past months. It did not take long for me to see humanity for what it truly was. How the dark comes with the light. You cannot have one without the other. But that does not mean that we can do nothing. We do something. And I must do something. And you can help me. If you wish.”


“Do you not trust me?” Her voice strong was not wavering but her eyes were pleading with him.

“Of course I trust you. It’s not you I don’t trust. It’s that woman.” Steve’s face hardened at mentioning the Angel.

“But you trust me. So trust me when I say that this was the right thing to do.”

“Alright, Diana. Alright. I’m with you.”

Diana nodded as her hand reached up to run through her hair. Steve’s watch on her wrist caught a piece of sunshine and reflected back at Steve. His gaze shot to the watch, his eyes growing wide. His mouth opened to say something as he stepped forward, his hand rising to gently cup her face when the door slammed open behind them.

Steve and Diana shot apart as if they had been shocked.

“Diana! Oh, sorry to disturb, I didn’t know you had company and I-“ Etta gasped, “Steve?!”

Etta ran forward pulling Steve into a tight hug, his arms sticking straight out behind her back. For the first time in months, Diana let out a small chuckle.

“You aren’t dead! How aren’t you dead? Diana, how is he not dead? Diana, did you do some mystical power things?”

“It was not I.”

“But he’s here to stay?”

“For the time yes.”

“What does that mean?” Etta questioned worriedly.

“Nothing we need to talk about now.” Diana said. Steve’s head snapped to look at her, his eyes narrowing.

Etta nodded her eyes wide as her head snapped back and forth between Diana and Steve’s staring contest. She slowly backed out of the room, “Um….I think I’ll leave you two alone.” And when she received no response she quickly scurried out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Nothing to worry about?”

Diana sighed dropping to sit down on her bed, “Steve-“. 

“Diana, this isn’t good. You need to defeat someone more powerful than Ares. And you don’t even know who!”

Diana stood up, “Then let’s go find out.”

Steve stepped forward grabbing her arm and she immediately froze. Behind her, Steve froze as well. She turned around slowly, Steve’s hand not leaving her arm. When she offered no response, his hand slide down to her wrist and rubbed over the watch.



He stepped up close to her, his head lowering to rest his forehead against hers. When their faces were just a breath away she turned, and he leaned down to rest his forehead against her temple.

“I cannot do this. I cannot lose you again.”

“You are never going to lose me.” He pulled back and his head reached under her chin lifting her head to look at him.

And before she knew it his lips were on hers. The second they touched Diana felt as if a weight had been lifted off her chest. His lips were gentle under hers as she pushed herself up against him, her hand reaching up to tangle in his hair.

In response, his arms rose to wrap tightly around her, one hand snaking around her back while the other rose to weave into her hair, pulling her close. His lips were soft but unyielding against hers and Diana moaned as his mouth forced hers open.

With a gasp, Diana pulled away as Steve peppered kisses along her jaw. And as Steve’s hands mapped out Diana’s body Diana placed her hands on his shoulders and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. Steve’s hands settled on under her shirt on her lower back, anchoring her against him.

Diana’s mind flashed back to the night they had shared all those months ago. To the feelings that hadn’t gone away. To the pain she had endured all these months that she had been without him. But now he was here again. And all she could think about what how much she had missed him. And how much she loved him.

She pulled her head back from his with a gasp and smiled taking in his flushed cheeks, mussed hair, and his red lips that were quirked up into a smile.

She brushed a hand over his head, smoothing down his hair before leaning over and gently pressing a kiss to his cheek.  And then his forehead. And then his jaw.

“I love you too.” Diana mumbled. Those were the words she should have said months ago. The words she had regretted not saying every single day. The words she had been given a second chance to say. 

She felt Steve freeze against her.

“I didn’t know I could feel this way about someone.”

Diana grinned and Steve weaved his fingers into her hair, his thumb sweeping across her cheek. She leaned into his hand closing her eyes with a soft sigh before mumbling, “You saved the day. Now you must help me save the world.”

Part 3


The Russian Tomb Raider fan community have been hard at work on their own localisation of the first three Tomb Raider games and alongside those developments, a talented programmer Arsunt has been digging through Tomb Raider II and optimising it for modern PCs. Anyone who has played TRII on PC in recent years can tell you that the game has a number of shortcomings as display resolutions increase and 16:9 became the standard. So far Arsunt has managed to implement full 16:9 support, corrected the display of sprites (no more straining your eyes at tiny pick-up displays, ammo counters or health bars) and my personal favourite; customisation for draw distances for land and water. That’s the dense black fog the first three games used to save memory when displaying larger areas. Some people love the fog and feel it adds to the atmosphere but I have to say there’s something about seeing these environments all at once for the first time that makes them feel brand new again after twenty years.

Arsunt is also working on solving a number of bugs that plague the PC version as well as porting over PS exclusive features such as semi-transparency for water and gunfire, gradient health and air bars and barefoot SFX. He’s already succeeded in porting the PSX’s waving inventory to PC. If that wasn’t enough, there’s also support for HD FMVs, HD image packs, external texture packs and language packs. With TR3 to come!

PC players, if Nicobass’s incredible demo had you wanting to swan dive back in to Tomb Raider II, it might be worth holding off just a little longer for the release of Arsunt’s optimisation. It looks like it could be the definitive version.

The Surprises of Retirement


It was a peculiar afternoon that the doctor and I spent together. I say peculiar because I had been ignorant up until then to the fact that two men who had only just met could while away time in so intimate and comfortable a fashion. 

With his grief and shame exposed and acknowledged, Watson’s demeanour softened and he returned to being as amenable to my questions as before. He talked to me at length about his own, professional experience and even regaled me with the more gruesome details I tended to delight in. 

We only stopped when he decided it was time we ate and the silence that befell us while we consumed copious amounts of cheese, meats and bread was one of easily established peace. 

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Tag 11

I was tagged by the lovely @moonlight-lyrics 💜

Rules: Answer the 11 questions the tagger sets, tag 11 people, and ask them 11 questions.

1. What is something you find romantic? Being seen and appreciated for who I am, flaws and all

2. What movie would you use to describe your life?  Umm. Dang, Idk. I haven’t seen one. No one would make a movie that boring!

3. If you could invent a new flavor of ice cream, what would it be?  Pistachio with crushed potato chips and dulce de leche swirled throughout. Might be awful, but I’d like to try it haha

4. What is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? Falling in love

5. Who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? Publisher’s Clearing House, saying I won millions…and it actually being true 😂

 6. Your idea of a perfect first date? Drive-in movie (there’s still one in the next town over in summer) followed by a milkshake (2 straws) and yummy food at an old school diner    

 7. What is your favorite cartoon character?  Probably Ariel. The Little Mermaid was the gateway Disney movie for me

8. What is your favorite song at the moment??  “Crazy For You” by Madonna. Can’t get it out of my head!  

9. Most valued possession? My family photos and other mementos with fond memories attached  

10. What is your MBTI personality type? INFJ

11. What would you want written on your tombstone? Something like “She sought to live a life full of love, and those whose lives she touched say she succeeded” but better worded

For once I’ll follow the rules haha. I tag: @mortalghost @creatingnikki @sammy-the-best @drearydaffodil @that-girl-in-glasses1995 @littlemissimaginary @sameseems @maxpower86 @mysublimejourney @emipoemi @thinko4

No obligation, guys! ☺

Your questions are (these are sadly the best I could come up with):

1. If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?

2. Is there a movie you refuse to ever watch again?

3. If you had to have one song on a continuous loop all day, what would it be?

4. Do you have a recurring dream?

5. Have you ever won at one of those claw crane games or a carnival game?

6. How do you prefer to spend a rainy day?

7. What food have you always wanted to try but haven’t yet?

8. Do you like the sound of your voice?

9. Are you more a bath or shower person?

10. What was the last text or message you sent?

11. How do you argue when you disagree with someone?

anonymous asked:

I'm sure that just because Toffee's as good as dead, doesn't mean we'll be hearing the last of him. There are too many unanswered questions, like: How was he so sure The Whispering Spell would work in his favor? How did he know about Eclipsa's chapter? What made him decide to kill Moon's mother before a peace treaty could be signed? How did he know how to corrupt/absorb all magic? Surely he didn't so very slowly manipulate Ludo into overthrowing the Butterfly's just to get his DAMN FINGER BACK?!

There are also some of Toffee’s dying words to maybe consider. Even when he was reduced to goop and bones, he claimed that Star, Moon, and all their allies didn’t really win. That he makes all the plans and only he knows how everything will turn out. That seems to imply that he either still knew something that they don’t or he made enough plans to be able to hurt the Butterfly’s even if something happens to him, I know that can be a villain’s frail attempt to look like he got the last laugh, but I just can’t see the writers leaving us with that rushed resolution after giving us such a huge build up on Toffee’s importance and how he affects the show’s plot. Sure, what he did left Mewni in a weak and devastating state, but he was always implied to have a more personal feud with the Butterfly family and for his goals to be far more destructive to their monarchy in particular. This show has been so great at storytelling, I doubt that’ll be the real end to one of their best villain’s.
Toffee may be dead as a doornail, but he’s far from done. That lizard is far too elaborate and strategic to stir up all that chaos in the whole universe for his finger, or only make plans that can easily come undone if he dies. No, all that planning could only lead to long term damage. Plus, there are still so many things we don’t know about him, things that could help us understand why he did what he did from past to present. We need to see what made him like Magneto…
Sorry for that long-winded and separated rant, I just wanted a place to offer my opinion on why SVTFOE would axe off such a great antagonist without any origin story or have him do more with the fruits of his overcomplicated planning. I honestly just hope that there’ll be more about him and more of his schemes in the rest of season 3. I have faith in the writers, but I’m just hoping.    

Don’t be sorry, that’s interesting! I’ll keep the answer short, since we still have no way to know what’s going to happen: I’m sure Toffee is dead for real, he might still appear in flashbacks or be referenced both for his past history & for what his actions are going to bring. I don’t think that he necessarily had anything planned already, after his victory, nor that it felt like he accomplished nothing! It’s just that he didn’t gloat about it at all, no evil speech: Toffee had a beef with Mewmans (we still don’t know if the reason is going to be explained, if it’s going to have something to do with his spade-marked shoulderpad, or if it was just generic Monsters VS Mewmans), he stopped the signing of a peace treaty, and was going to attack Mewni. Moon defeated him, robbing him of his credibility as a completely immortal leader, and his army scattered, leaving him without forces. He spent several decades trying to defeat Moon, rob Mewni of its magic -the only thing that could have stopped him, and as a bonus he got his finger back, being whole again: you can’t go around and call yourself indestructible, when you’re missing a piece. It’s easy to speculate that Toffee might have been back, sometimes later, with a renewed army, ready to completely destroy a Kingdom left with no defenses, and no princess, or maybe he was content with what he achieved: the Butterfly lands were still doomed to fall, with all the destruction he brought.

So while I sure hope that we’re going to learn more about Toffee’s past prior to Moon’s Darkest Spell, I don’t think his storyline and plans felt rushed, nor incomplete, it’s just that they were shown, instead of being told and focus of some exposition. He got defeated once, and spent decades trying to make sure it could have never happened again, and succeeded in it… until Star managed to use what Glossaryck prepared for her (?) to save the day, something not even him could have predicted.

Skleero wrote a good post about it here

The Kind of Date a Girl Would Enjoy by Hideyoshi Nagachika feat. Ken Kaneki

Hello everyone! This is my first fic for Hide Week 2017! (Yay! I’m not late! You’re just… early.) Without further ado, I present to you a summary and some excerpts!

Day one – 永 eternity / forever

Summary: Following their conversation about what kind of date a girl would enjoy, Hide decides to take Kaneki on one, because no one should allow their best friend to take the girl of their dreams on a boring bookstore date.

Excerpt 1

Seeing Kaneki dressed in a white button-up and pressed black trousers did alleviate his worries some, and he snickered out, “You should get something cooler to wear, or at least something to change into,” Hide instructed. “I’m not taking you to church.” It was flattering though, that Kaneki took him seriously enough to get dressed up. “I know! Dive in some trunks!”

“Hide, seriously?” Kaneki looked about ready to slam the door on him.

“Nah! Just slapping your ass!”

Kaneki blushed and gave him a look that begged, “Why would you say that?”

“Go grab something to change into!” Hide repeated. “I’ll wait right here.”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. I just gotta take what I’m wearing off.”

Excerpt 2

“Would you know if a girl wanted to kiss you?”

The question caught him off-guard, but Hide managed to answer as nonchalantly as he could. “Sure I would.” 

“How would you know?”

For the second time without thinking, Hide offered, “Let me show you how.” Hide dropped his bag on the ground, and took the novel from Kaneki and rested it on his bag. 

“First, I’d tell her ‘goodnight’, or ‘good afternoon’ in our case. Then, I’d go to leave. If she stops me, I’ll wait. If not, I’ll go.” Hide made to turn away, but the sudden pressure of Kaneki’s hand gripping his shoulder stopped him, not because of its strength (which severely lacked, of course), but by its surety alone. “Y-Yeah. Something like this.” He paused. “Then I’d have to decide based on what she does next.”

“What should she do next?” 

“You’re not in a library, you don’t have to whisper.” He didn’t take the bait, so Hide continued, “Usually, a girl would wrap her arms around a guy’s neck. Like in one of those TV dramas.” And Kaneki performed a variation thereof, keeping the hand anchored to Hide’s shoulder in place while caressing his nape with the other.

“Like this?”

“Yeah. Just like this.” Hide wanted to lean forward, close the space between them, and press his lips against Kaneki’s.

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