No eyes for you. 04

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin x reader

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Gender: Male x Female
Genre: Highschool/college au
Warning: smut.
Word count: 1832  words

Summary: Having a crush on your best friend’s sister was already hard enough for Jimin especially when Jungkook made clear his sister was off limits. The idea of his older sister dating on of his friends made him feel sick. Lucky for him he didn’t have to worry about that since Y/N made clear that she didn’t have eyes for high schoolers no matter what.  
But things might change when he hears his name being moaned out in the shower.

“Y/N?” her mother called from behind the bedroom door before opening it.
“Your dad and I  are going out for dinner with Jimin’s parents, mind watching those two for me?” Y/N’s mouth fell open, this must’ve been a very freaky coincidence or Jimin had planned all of it.
Not wanting her mother to get suspicious of her Y/N quickly nodded “I knew I could count on you. If you guys get hungry I left some money on the kitchen counter so that you can order pizza or something.” The voice of Y/N’s father could be heard notifying his wife they should be leaving.

And just like that Y/N was wrapped around in her blanket hiding from the boy that was in the room next to her that might just end up in her bed tonight.
Huffing Y/N shook her head, there was no way that would happen Jimin was simply putting her on edge that was all. Nodding and laughing at herself Y/N decided to take out her books and focus on her studies “me and Jimin? how ridiculous.” Y/N mumbled to herself, though the thought of Jimin during sex couldn’t help but turn Y/N on. Shaking her head furiously Y/N tried to focus on her studies once more, but her hand had other plans and soon she could feel her cold fingers against her womanhood. Closing her eyes Y/N could see the picture of Jimin’s hand in her mind.

Y/N managed how his fingers would feel inside her, they already felt like lava against her skin could you imagine there? It would be like magma there. Y/N felt so bad and dirty to think about someone younger than her, having such lewd thoughts about someone that was still in high school but she couldn’t help it. Y/N always had eyes for the black haired boy, even before Jungkook became friends with him, but she never engaged any contact because she refused to be like the girls who loved to throw themselves at him.

Besides, Y/N was a senior, by the time she mustered up the courage to talk to Jimin she would already have graduated and her friends didn’t make things easier. They would always say what a shame it was that all cute boys and girls were juniors and freshmens and how they couldn’t start a relationship with them because it wouldn’t turn out right anyways. Someone being in college while their loved one was still in high school miles apart? That reeked of disaster.
It was due to her friends that Y/N came to the mindset of high schoolers being off limits and only date college boys, it was a much safer route. But damn, Jimin made it hard for her.

Jimin was basically the apple Adam and Eve weren’t suppose to eat, but it was too tempting not to take a bite out of it. The way he could look so soft and childlike and change to a pure sex god with a simple swipe of his tongue against those plush lips. Y/N took her bottom lip in between her teeth as she imagined all the wrongs that tongue could do to her. Muffled and forced down moans filled Y/N’s bedroom, she tried her hardest to keep quiet but it was impossible with her being almost over edge. It was all because of Jimin that she had become like this, a complete mess.

“J-Jimin…”  Slipped passed Y/N’s mouth.

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Out Of My Mind

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Scott x Derek


Word Count 4,700

**Hey guys! I hope you like this! Also it’s crazy long but that’s just because this is supposed to be the only part.. although I might be convinced to do a part 2**

Originally posted by lovablecouples

           I jiggle my knee absentmindedly under my desk as I glare at the man standing in front of me.

           “No, Mr. Harris,” I say in a snarky drawl, “Contrary to what you seem to believe Beacon Hills is not the most interesting place I’ve ever lived. I spent 2 years living in China, 8 months in the heart of the dense jungle surrounding the Amazon River, and 3 weeks trekking across the Sahara Desert. So I’m curious as to why you seem to be under the impression that your quaint little suburbia has any form of fascination for me.”

           Mr. Harris flushes with embarrassment and mumbles something about how today’s youth doesn’t appreciate the simplicity of a quiet town before he quickly walks away from me. I hear a snicker from somewhere behind me to the left, and I turn slightly to see who it’s coming from. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a pale boy, his cheek and neck dotted with a few moles, his dark brown hair completely disheveled and his hazel eyes are flickering with amusement.

           I bet if she knew all the freaky shit that happened around here she’d be a little more impressed by it.

           I quirk an eyebrow at the response, my interest peaked, and I continue to listen and find myself growing increasingly more amused by what he comes up with as class continues.

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the parent trap pt2 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (2/12)

Words: 1.1k

Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. What happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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“Oh my god, Jughead. What if she’s being bullied?” (Y/N) panicked “Maybe its not too late for you to pull her out of the camp.”

“(Y/N), I’ve literally just gotten back from a ten hour flight.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just it’s the first time she’s been out of England, without me.

“Oh sweetie, you’re going to get frown lines if you keep stressing about Aria like this.” Kevin tutted at his friend “Although, Andrews isn’t ageing too well himself.”

“I haven’t missed the gob on you, Keller. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Josie sent me to fetch her dress and I wanted to see how Nanny McPhee is doing without her beloved child.”

Aria rolled her eyes at the counsellor for, once again, getting her mixed up with a girl she had yet to meet. Her cabin mates grew quiet whenever she asked about Amelia, almost as if they were hiding something from her. “For the last time, I’m Aria Jones!”

“I’ve done it again.” the counsellor muttered to himself “I’m punching Andrews when I next see him.”

“I’m sorry what?” Aria raised her eyebrow. “Who exactly is Andrews?”

The counsellor’s eyes grew wide, making a note to himself. Aria was the straight forward twin with the thickest British accent he had ever heard. Amelia was more on the quiet side and was never seen without Charlie Blossom.

“Charl, guess what?” Amelia sighed as she noticed her best friend join her on the picnic table by the lake. “It’s been the sixth time in two days. Who even is this ‘Aria’ girl? And why are people mistaking me for her?”

“Must be the new girl, A. Haven’t seen her yet but maybe if we find her, we can find out why people are mixing you both up?”

“Didn’t Jess tell us that the new girl was her cabin mate? The British one?”

“Yeah, guess we’re paying cabin twelve a visit.” the boy smirked at her.

“So your mom is a fashion designer?” Jessica gasped “My auntie Betty always talks about her best friend (Y/N). She designs dresses and she’s based in London too. They might know each other.”

Aria giggled at Tara’s words, knowing full well that when she returned home, she’d tease her about how she was now a D-List celebrity and how her uncle Jughead would groan and shake his head telling her not to encourage her mother. Instead of responding to Tara’s previous words, Aria shrugged.

“Holy smokes! What sort of witchcraft did Jessica use to get you to look exactly like Amelia?” a voice practically squealed, making everyone in the cabin snap their heads towards the entrance.

“Charlie, you’re not funny, I bet she looks nothing like me.” another voice added. “Move out of the way, I want to see her.”

Aria’s mouth dropped as a girl who reflected her walked into the cabin. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it. She didn’t have to believe it. The flame haired girl’s eyes met Aria’s, causing Aria to let out a small scoff.

“I’m guessing you’re Amelia.”

Archie and (Y/N) had argued for what felt like the hundredth time. Exhaust was written all over both of their faces. Between school and the twins, the pair never really had time for them. Archie let out a sigh as (Y/N) tried her hardest to fight back the tears. The pair kept their eyes on the floor, despite hearing Jughead clearing his throat.

“Remember when (Y/N) told you she was pregnant, Archie? She had just turned seventeen. She was so naive back then. It’s funny how a few months can really change a person. She came to you crying. I remember feeling distressed myself because I had never seen (Y/N) so upset. You told her that no matter what happened that you’d support her no matter what. What happened to that, Archie? Because right now, neither of you are supporting anyone.”

“God, I hate you Jug, you always know what to say.” (Y/N) exclaimed “But I can’t cope with the constant arguing. Maybe we should take a break, Archie. A week, a month, maybe a fortnight. We need this, for us, for Melia and Aria.”

Amelia couldn’t believe Aria’s attitude, she reminded her of Charlie’s mom. Her auntie Cheryl. They both had a hot temper which was reflected through their hair colour. She began to notice a pattern. Every time Amelia was mistook for Aria, the camp counsellors would give her a glare and a warning, saying that one more wrong move and her mother would be informed of Aria’s misconduct.

“Listen up, Aria. I’m sick and tired of getting mistaken for you.” Amelia stepped into the cabin and was instantly met with a cold and wet feeling. She let out a squeal alerting the nearby counsellors. Before the pair knew it, they were sent off to what their camp mates called solitary confinement.

Aria rolled her eyes as she realised that herself and Amelia would not be leaving the cabin atop the hill anytime soon. She hadn’t even remembered what caused her to get stuck in such an awkward situation. Aria didn’t know what it was about Amelia but she couldn’t bring herself to like the girl, who was basically her doppelgänger.

“Want an oreo?” Amelia and Aria asked in sync, taking each other by surprise.

“What just happened?” Aria gasped “That was a bit odd.”

“My question still stands, Aria, do you want an oreo?”

“I mean, we might as well just open one, we’re most likely stuck in here until tomorrow morning, maybe afternoon.” Aria paused for a bit before speaking again “Embarrassing question, do you by chance have any peanut butter?”

“Are you joking?” Amelia grinned “I love peanut butter and oreos!”

“My friends back home mock me for it, says its a weird combination.”

“My dad told me my mum used to get a really weird craving for them when she was pregnant with me. I guess I must’ve picked up my love for it back then.”

The duo spent a few moments in silence whilst they ate their peanut butter and oreo combination.

“So tell me more about you, Aria, when’s your birthday?”

“Twenty-Seventh of June.”

“No way! So is mine.”

“Maybe it’s just a freaky coincidence and call me crazy but what, what if there’s a possibility that we could be twins?”

“You know, I didn’t like you at first. I had heard a lot about you from Jessica. She talked about how close you were with your dad and how you had these traditions. Maybe I didn’t like you because I-I wanted that.”

“Hey, I didn’t like you at first too! You always got me into trouble.” Amelia argued back “But you’re pretty decent. You’re basically me but with an accent!“

AU where Hide is one of those ghost hunters on television, but absolutely doesn’t believe in ghosts. All the evidence for the show is either a fraud, or some freaky coincidence (or so he likes to think).

Anyway, he and his team ends up investigating this old, abandoned apartment, where ghost!Kaneki lives. And the whole time, Kaneki keeps trying to get the attention of the cute blond guy with the camera, who seems intent on laughing off all the paranormal things he does.

Until Kaneki just gets completely and utterly frustrated and musters all of his energy to say something, but he’s having a lot of trouble, so he just starts rambling away, hoping something will get through. Just when he’s losing hope, and saying some really dumb shit, Hide jumps and looks in his direction.

Apparently, what Hide finally heard was:

“Nice ass, cameradamn.“

Ta-da, here you go! My notes of the audio glitches from NITW #4. I’m sure I missed some, these are just the ones I found. Also, for a few of the glitched words, I couldn’t really make them out so I just lipread and guessed. no it didn’t take me nearly 3 hours what are you talking about

And I think it goes without saying that this contains spoilers for the episode.

1. 3:48 “This game is reall—-d [really weird]”
2. 8:48 “I really am dy—- [dying] to find out”
3. 9:48 “Don’t worry ab—- [about] it”
4. 10:48 “I mean I ——eally [can’t really] talk”
5. 20:48 “where is e—-ybody [everybody]”
6. 27:35 “From this vantage point I do spy a—-p [deep] hollow” (during the reenactment thing)
7. 27:48 “Blessed are we, Brother Steven, for truly my throat is parched from these long and ar—-us [arduous] travels”
8. 29:48 “Who will help a poor t—-ler [traveler]”
9. 33:35 “And who can say what l—-eth [lieth] in the world to come”
10. 34:35 “for who know—-at [knows what] may lurk in the darkness”
11. 39:48 “Also—–ve [I have] a splitting headache”
12. 41:35 “and we owe them more than it’s w—-th [worth]”
13. 43:35 “Thank y— [you], thank you”
14. 43:48 “Alright, I’m going to get —–g [going]”
15. 47:05 “…specific to autumn or anything,—–s [it’s just] like do a crime in this time”
16. 49:05 “Still kinda p—–ng [putting] it together” (jack also makes a ‘crazy’ sign near his head)
17. 54:51 “We actually have one of the n—-cer [nicer] ones around”
18. 56:51 “Th—-d [third] floor”
19. 1:00.05 “He walked through a ch—–k [chain link] fence”
20. 1:03.51 “Well i—- [it’s] actually a pretty cool old house”
21. 1:05.05 “History ——n’t [that won’t] stay history”
22. 1:07.05 “but she made it w—–k [work]”
23. 1:13.05 “Dude, actual s——–ned [stuff happened] this time”

Notice how regular the timestamps are. They all end on 48, 35, 05 or 51 seconds. At first I thought it was a freaky coincidence before I realized that the likely cause was a processing or rendering error. It then made it easier to predict when the next error would be, so I wasn’t hunting in vain.

The actual words that were glitched out, near as I can tell, were: “really weird”, “dying”, “about”, “can’t really”, “everybody”, “deep”, “arduous”, “traveler”, “lieth”, “knows what”, “I have”, “worth”, “you”, “going”, “it’s just”, “putting”, “nicer”, “third”, “chain link”, “it’s”, “that won’t”, “work”, and “stuff happened”. But again, I can’t really find any connections here. It was pure errors and not a scrambled hidden message like I went into this thinking.

Feel free to analyze this how you will!



Searching: Part 1

Summary: On each and everyone’s wrist, there is the name of both your soulmate and enemy. You discover that your wrists both say the same thing; a boy named Peter.


Since the time you were in elementary school, you have always known the rules. Your wrists determine your future. Not only did they say who was your “soulmate” but who was your worst enemy. You didn’t believe any of it. How could the universe just magically show you who you were supposed to be with? But, you also couldn’t deny the facts. Your mom and dad have each other’s name on their wrists, and they are so perfect for each other. 

The names haunted everyone’s lives. They made friendships fall apart and relationships melt away. And you had another problem on your hands; you had the same name on both of your wrists. Which was either a freaky coincidence or something more. What if it’s the same guy, you had always worried. That’s why you chose to swear off boys named Peter all together. Sure, it might seem illogical, but you couldn’t risk being killed by the person who is supposed to love you the most.

This year had been especially hard on you. Your family had just moved to a new state because of a promotion your father received. Your family hadn’t been the same since. And your new school was terrible. You had zero friends and everyone treated you like the freaky new girl. You couldn’t wait to get home from school so you could read and forget about all your troubles. 

And late one night, you found yourself dreaming that you could just leave this place. That you could leave the loneliness and sadness and pain behind. You fell asleep that night with a tear falling down your cheek.


When you awoke the next morning, you could feel the sun beating down on your face. The sounds of birds chirping and the rustle of leaves filling your ears. Opening your eyes, you saw that you were laying in a small tent, filled with pillows. Where the heck am I, and how did I get here? You stepped out of the tent and into the bright forest. The trees seemed like the reached the sky and the plants were brightly colored. A couple feet away, you saw more tents and a group of boys huddled around a firepit. You inched closer, hoping to listen in to what they were saying.

“What are we supposed to do? He’ll kill us when he finds out!”

“She’s a girl! Girls don’t belong here!”

“We should give her to the pirates, they’ll take care of her!” A couple of the boys cheered at this exclamation. You couldn’t believe your ears! They were seriously thinking of giving you to PIRATES! And who is that boy the littlest boy mentioned? Before you could speak up and give those boys a piece of your mind, the eldest boy, who looked like the leader stood up.

“Boys, calm down! We are not going to hurt her!” He exclaimed. “Besides, you all saw her wrists. She belongs here, because she is the key. The key to helping Pan.” You sat back eyes wide. Was he talking about Peter Pan? And if he was, that means… youre…

“In Neverland!” You said out loud, astonished by your discovery. But that astonishment was quickly diminished by fear. Your revelation had caught the attention of the small group of boys. She whipped their heads around, staring at you. 

“GET HER!!” The boys yelled, running towards you with spears in their hands. You turned around and ran as fast as you could. But you had no idea where to go. You weren’t a good runner to begin with and these boys probably knew the island like the back of their hand. That didn’t stop you from trying to outrun them. You could hear their little cries in the distance, but as you continued, they slowly seemed to diminish. You stopped, trying to catch your breath. But it was too dangerous to stay out in the open. You quickly climbed up the nearest tree, and hide in the branches. 

The voices had finally disappeared, and your body relaxed. You marveled the beauty of the forest around you. But your wonder was quickly torched.

“So, is this how you treat your new campmates? Running away from them?” Said a boy with a cocky smirk. He stood under the tree, wearing nothing but green. His hazel eyes danced with excitement, daring you to answer.

“Well, I was hoping no one would find me. You’re the lucky boy! Are you expecting some sort of prize” you said sarcastically. He chuckled, and floated up to the branch you were perched on. You couldn’t believe what you saw. He FLOATED! He used MAGIC! Before you could respond, you felt your feet hit the ground, the strange boy holding you in his arms. You quickly scrambled away, brushing off your sundress.

“Listen, who are you and what am I doing here?” 

“You are here because you belong here. You felt lost, and needed a real place to call home. I don’t normally bring girls to the island, but the boys need a new mother.” He grabbed your wrists, trying to comfort you. His eyes suddenly filled with confusion and happiness as you looked at your wrists. He smiled a sweet smile, and you felt safe in his arms. His smile could light up a room, and it made him look cute. You straightened out your dress and attempted to fix your hair. 

“So, I didn’t catch your name, and I can’t just call you pretty girl from now on.” You could feel a blush creep on your face, and you couldn’t help but feel self conscious.

“My name is (Y/N). An who are you, mystery boy?” The answer was nothing like what you expected, and you felt your heart begin to beat faster.

“My name is Peter.”

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed part one! If you guys want a part two, please like this post! I love writing for you guys and I hope you guys like what I have been posting xoxoxo

Everyone knows that Dreamboat Illima, Prince of the Trainer School

Looks EXACTLY like a Shiny Yungoos/Gumshoos, right?

You cannot tell me that this is some sort of freaky coincidence. Also, Illima’s Dad is a natural blonde. Which means that Mr. Captain here actually has natural blonde hair, making him look like a normal Yungoos/Gumshoos

To file away under freaky coincidences: @poe-also-bucky pointed out to me today that the person who conducted this podcast interview with Oscar back in 2013 was named EUGENE HERNANDEZ (🤔😱😂):

Cue the Twilight Zone music…

A/N: I was so happy when someone requested this and I’m sorry it took so long to write! When I saw it in the movie I literally said to myself, “I want to incorporate this part in one of my stories somehow” and here it is! Also, I don’t know if these two requests were by the same person or if it was some sort of freaky coincidence that you both requested basically the same thing but Thanks!! Hope you like it!!

Request: I HAVE A REQUEST!! You know that one SENCE in TST where Thersa is changing and Frypan looks and Newt tilts his head with two distinct fingers. Can you do that SENCE with the reader? And then Newt come and they kinda make out and then the lights turn on and then the Cranks come out and he’s by her side and protects her like a lot, and then when they hide she’s falls asleep shaking and scared and he protects her? AND FLUFF SO CUTE OMG IT WOULD BE COOL IF YOU DID THIS! THX DO MUCH!! ❤️❤️

REQUEST! so it’s a newt x reader so pretty much in tst that one scene where threase gets dressed and fry looks and at her and newt does that distinctive two fingers and so threase will be reader and newt comes over and they make out but then the lights turn on and they get attacked and he keeps her by his side the whole time. And fluff. Then once they find the safe place he curls up against her and they sleep and you can finish idk if you will do this or even see me but yah later!!

Newt x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS

Word Count: 1105

“Let’s split up. Find what you can and we’ll all meet up here.” Thomas whispered to the group.

After escaping from WICKED, you all had stumbled upon a place buried by the sand that looked like had been used as a place to live.

Going off on your own, with a flashlight as the only thing to light your way, you found a pile of clothes. “Perfect.” you mumbled to yourself. WICKED was so caught up on running tests on you that you ended up getting stuck wearing your clothes from the maze - you desperately needed to change.

You stood your flashlight up on the ground so you could see what you were doing then grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You were so focused on getting into different clothes that you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that were watching you.

“Where do you think the people that lived here went?” Newt asked, not taking his eyes away from the ground where he was gathering supplies. When Frypan didn’t answer he looked up and saw him looking elsewhere. Following his gaze, he saw you pulling off your shirt. It wasn’t at all light out, but the way your flashlight was set up, it illuminated your figure.

“Uh, Frypan.” Newt placed two of his fingers on Frypan’s cheek, making him turn his head towards him. “What?” Frypan was taken aback, seeing that Newt’s eyebrows were raised at him.

Newt just shook his head, “How bout we keep our eyes on our work? Hm?” He chuckled then stood up, playfully tapping Frypan on the head as he walked by him.

“(Y/n),” You shrugged on a jacket then turned, smiling when you saw Newt heading your way. “What’s up?” you asked bending over and picking up your flashlight.

“What’s up? What’s up is that you’re putting on a bloody strip tease in front of Frypan over there.” He stuck his thumb in the direction of Frypan’s whereabouts.

You chuckled which earned an eyebrow raise from Newt. “You think that’s funny?”

“No, I actually thought I was alone over here - but,” you wrapped your arms around Newt’s neck. “I think it’s adorable that you’re jealous.”

Newt smirked down at you then took the flashlight out of your hands. “Frypan already got the strip tease, I don’t think he needs to see this too.”

Clicking the flashlight off, he threw it on the table behind you. You smiled and pulled him to you, crashing your lips with his. He answered you immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer to him.

A soft moan escaped your lips which Newt quickly took advantage of - slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring every inch of it.

You took a couple steps back until your back hit the edge of the table behind you. Moving his hands from your waist to your butt, Newt picked you up and set you down on it.

Your lungs couldn’t take it any longer so you pulled away, both you and Newt gasping for air. You smiled when Newt buried his face in the crook of your neck and started peppering you in small kisses.

“Aren’t we supposed to be gathering supplies?” You whispered out of breath. Newt didn’t answer you, instead, he slowly let out his warm breath on your neck - sending shivers down your body.

Grabbing his face with both your hands, you brought him back up to you. You were about to connect your lips to his when the lights turned on.

Slipping off the table, Frypan jogged over to you both. “Hey, they got the lights to work.” Newt smiled but you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a bad idea.

As if on cue, a horrible shrilling scream echoed through the building causing you to jump. “What the hell was that?” You grabbed onto Newt’s hand.

Before he could answer you, Thomas and Minho came running around a corner. “Run!” Thomas screamed at you three, motioning his arms for you to go.

You took a step forward but stopped when you saw what rounded the corner after them. They were people…sick people that were thrashing their bodies in odd ways and screaming like no human should ever be screaming.

“(Y/n)!” Newt pulled at your hand. “Run!”

Getting back to your senses, you turned and started running through the building. Making your way up an escalator, an abrupt force tackled your side and sent you sliding up against a wall. When you opened your eyes, you saw a face but it was aggressively trying to bite at you.

You screamed and pushed at this person’s chest, trying to get it off you. Newt saw and kicked the creature off you then grabbed your hand and started running again.

You all eventually found a door out but it was locked from the outside. “C’mon Frypan..” you muttered anxiously as you watched the cranks get closer and closer to you.

Finally he busted through and you all rushed in but the cranks grabbed Winston. You automatically stopped running and ran to Winston, taking ahold of his hand and pulling with all your might.

All of a sudden a crank clawed at his chest. Your eyes widening when his shirt started soaking up with blood. “Oh my God..” you breathed.

You pulled one last time and Winston slid through, letting Minho and Thomas close the door. “Frypan, grab Winston we have to go. I don’t know how long we can keep the door closed.” Thomas yelled.

You all started running again, until you found a hiding spot underneath a concrete slab. The sickening screams kept echoing as cranks ran by you.

Curling up in the corner, you squeezed your eyes shut and wrapped your arms around your body, trying to get rid of the shakes that took over your body.

You jumped when you felt someone touch your hand. Opening your eyes, you immediately relaxed when your eyes landed on Newt’s. His lips curled up in a sad smile as he cupped your cheek and kissed you on your forehead - lingering there for a minute.

Newt laid down beside you and opened his arms to you. You immediately laid in his arms, trying to be as close as possible to him. When you got comfortable your eyelids started to close and soon you ended up drifting off.

Kissing your temple, Newt brought you closer to his body, trying to steady the continuous shaking of your body. “I’ll keep you safe (Y/n).” he whispered before he too, drifted off.

Oh, gosh 🍣!

I feel just a little embarassed right now. I wrote a little rhink fic about sushi not so long ago, with Link as a human sushi platter. Seeing the topic of today’s GMM made me feel not only mortified but also like someone had probed my brain. I know that after Link was a human nacho platter in an earlier episode, another episode with the same concept was bound to happen, but it was just such a freaky coincidence that they took the sushi route so soon after the mythical potluck (especially since they already implied they knew about said potluck with the voice mail wheel ending…). Ok, I was freaking out by all the coincidences throughout the episode, and that state of mind was very much present when writing this commentary.

I don’t quite know how nori sheets are made, but the fact that the crew managed to obtain a huge sheet like that is impressive. The entire studio must have smelled like the ocean after this.

Link has a tendency to be a bit of an exhibitionist, hasn’t he? I wonder if they ever even considered Rhett for these things, or was Link volunteering from the start? I guess it would have been a bad idea to have Rhett spiderwalking over a sheet of seaweed, with his back issues.

I can’t believe the measures Rhett and Link (in this case, mostly Link) are willing to take for our entertainment. I felt kind of bad for poor Link who had to endure not only being slathered with wasabi and spicy mayo, but also almost choking on soy sauce. And then being rolled and wrapped into a sushi roll. He was surprisingly calm about all of it. And Rhett got to say Link had crabs in his croth, of course!

In GMMore, while I was still slightly concerned about if Link got all the soy sauce out of his airways, I was also deeply concerned about how the entire crew laughed when Link invited them to eat him. What if someone from the crew actually did read my fic? What if that was the reason they reacted to Link’s “Eat me!” with so much laughter? (Paranoia, here I come!)

All in all, this was a hilarious episode, even though I feel that the idea of wrapping a full scale Link into a sushi roll is among the ones which look a bit better on paper than in real life. I laughed quite a bit during the construction phase, and Link was such a good sport enduring this, especially when he doesn’t even like sushi.

Now, I need to go get my brain straight, and in the future, I’ll try to write fics which are a lot more fictional, so I don’t have to see them played out on GMM again. 😳🙃😅

Posting Nomie

Just because of the subject matter I didnt feel comfy posting.

But to answer your question, I do not know how more people do not notice that.

Once can be called cute.
Twice coincidence.

I would even go so far to say ten to twenty times could possibly be a weird freaky coincidence.

But that isn’t what we are talking about here. I went back and viewed the last few months….. Did you know statistically we are looking at 89%?

Yeah see… Thats a little high to be even freaky weird coincidence.

anonymous asked:

Isn't it funny that Lauren, Rachel, Cassie, and Kelly all had journals around the same time

Yes I’m so thankful for that. Without those journals, we’d be left in the blue for so much. Especially Eric and Dylan’s journals. I’d be completely lost without them. I wonder if it was a trend during the late 90′s? It seems most of the victims had journals, except the boys (that we know of). Some of Rachel’s friends as we know wrote too. Just seemed overall very popular during that period. Or it was just a freaky coincidence between the girl victims.

@localelderfrog i’m shouting u out because we’re both going through this

So my friend, Makenna ^^^, had this really freaky dream of a little girl who twisted herself in unatural ways and climbed onto her bunk bed.

I had a dream once where a little girl in a bunk bed also twisted herself in unatural ways and climbed down and grabbed at my hand.

I woke up afterwards, my hand halfway under my bed.

Once we both shared these dreams, we thought it was a really freaky coincidence and brushed it off.

She sent me a message and said that since we talked about those dreams, she has been getting scratches on her hand.


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Pony: Well…that sure is uncomfortable…

Y/N: Hey…don’t worry about it, it’s just one of those freaky coincidences…

Pony: And still uncomfortable.

anonymous asked:

Andreil + 8 actually kill me

i actually have a similar prompt to this but they specifically asked for a jealous neil so you’re getting 1.6k of jealous andrew you’re welcome.

8. “you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Despite the scandal that was Neil Josten’s first year as a Fox, he did not get nearly as much attention from the media then as he did when he went pro. College sports were for college kids; this was the real world.

When he first signed with the Dragons, a team rival to the one his public boyfriend had chosen a year before, the press went insane. There was so much coverage about the rivalry and how it would affect their relationship that, intentionally or not intentionally, both Neil Josten’s and Andrew Minyard’s names became internationally known in the world of sports.

Being in the spotlight meant, amongst many things, that they had a lot of fans. Usually Neil received them well, even more so when they had stories of how inspirational he or his relationship were to the LGBT community, and Andrew–well, Andrew had learned to be apathetic, but polite. They believed in keeping themselves to themselves, anyway, so it wasn’t like there were herds of fans following them around everywhere they went–not usually.

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anonymous asked:

Oh god that scenario you made was totally adorable!!! <3 <3 Could you do another one with 2P!France?? Pwease :3

((Im assuming you mean the “First Steps” scenario with 2P!Canada? XD Yeah, i’m just gonna assume that one. I’ve been getting a couple 2P!-specific requests with that theme since i posted that; at least i know that you guys dig the fluff, since you guys can be pretty angsty trolls XD. BTW, the stupidly ironic name for this child is gonna be Adelaide….because Guys and Dolls is the shit))

Scenario: *Just Stupid Fluffiness: First Steps (2P!France; Francois Bonnefoy)

You were getting ready to head off to work, passing by your fiancee, Francois, who was sitting on the couch watching what seemed to be a game of soccer ((or football, for you non-Americans)). Sitting on the floor between his legs was your daughter Adelaide who seemed to be just as immersed in the game as her father was; although, you were sure that it was more out of wonder for the TV itself as opposed to the game. Her shining purple orbs reflected the TV screen as she watched with wide-eyed awe. The soft curly hair framing her face also matched that of Francois (and the small curl beginning to sprout from the top of her head definitely gave away that she was his daughter), but the locks were your hair color instead. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the two dorks with their gazes set dead-on the TV in front of them; when was the last time you found them doing anything else as you head out for work? the fact that you couldn’t even vaguely recall a time was sad enough to bring you behind the couch, resting your arms on the cushion beside your fiancee’s head.
“Francois? Would you mind doing me a favor today?” you asked, leaning your head closer towards him in hopes of increasing your chances for a verbal response this time around. This seem to pay off too, because the blonde spared a minute away from the TV screen to instead fixate his gaze on you.
“Depends; what exactly is this favor?” he asked, his gruff french accent working well with his ruffled and disheveled appearance. His untamed mane and half-buttoned shirt spoke for how little activity he had planned for today besides watching the game.
“Well, i was wondering if you could teach Adelaide how to walk. I’ve been trying to get around to it for a while, but i just never seem to have the time, and considering….” before continuing, you gestured to the many soda cans and snack wrappers he had lying haphazardly across the coffee table. Even Adelaide seemed to find entertainment in a recently-finished can of Pepsi that her father had neglected to throw away. “….all that you have going on here, i’m assuming you got time to kill.”
Finally taking a proper look at the room for himself, Francois gives a look of slight defeat as he lets out a small sigh and once again cranes his neck up towards you.
“Sweetheart, if you want me to clean up can just ask.” he says with a slight chuckle. Giving him a smile, you brushed a stray curl out of his face before giving him a kiss on the forehead, to which he responded with an appreciative hum.
“After you teach her how to walk. Goodbye, sweetheart.” You say, then looping around the couch to meet with the toddler now banging the soda can on the floor. “And goodbye to you too, sweetie.” You say, kissing the babbling girl on the top of her head.
“Have a good day at work, darlin’.” He bid roughly, the natural huskiness in his tone causing him to clear his throat softly after you closed the door. Upon your departure, he sat up from his slouched position on the couch, now resting his elbows on his knees as he ran his long fingers through his hair and looked down at his daughter resting on the floor. Adelaide turned herself around to meet his amethyst gaze with her own, giving a curious look as her fingers still fumbled with the can.
Already sensing the tediousness of the task lying ahead of him, Francois let out a groan before scooping up his daughter and walking to take her to the backyard, where he hopes the fresh air and open surroundings would encourage her to do more than crawl.

“You’re going to make this extra difficult for papa, aren’t you?” he asked with a tired look in his eye, noting how his child was now quite literally crawling around him in circles. It was as if she was purposely mocking him, and the devious glint in her orbs definitely gave away that even she knew she was proud to be doing something that evidently displeased the frenchman (even if she didn’t fully understand why it was annoying him in the first place).
This routine had been going on for just over two hours, and the merciless amount of sunlight that Francois had been receiving in the meantime was more than making up for the several straight days he spent in his dark living room. Adelaide didn’t seem to mind though, in fact she seemed to relish in being outside for a change; it was surely motivating her to be more active, just not in the way Francois was hoping it would.
Exasperated, Francois sat back on the grass, taking a breather to contemplate other ways to teach his daughter to walk. Maybe Google was the best resource? As he was thinking of this, he couldn’t help but notice the way that his daughter was playing with the soccer ball lying a few feet in front of him. She seemed to be trying to move it the way she saw on TV, except she was instead resorting to crawling on top of it. Amused by her actions, Francois got back up with a huff and walked over to her, taking both of her small hands in his own to stand her up. Upon getting the support she needed, he saw her reaching her legs out to kick the ball.
After this, a brilliant scheme began formulating in the groggy mind of the blonde. This would almost be too perfect.

“Guys, i’m home!” You called out, but was shocked to see that the living room was empty. Honestly, you had quite forgotten how the room even looked without your husband sitting on the couch; though, you could see the mess was still lying there. Upon observing this, you hoped that he had at least begun teaching Adelaide how to walk, like you asked him to; if not, there’d be some serious problems….for him, at least. Beginning your hunt, you wondered where they could've went off to in the house; you checked your bedroom, the nursery, the dining room, and even the kitchen! You didn’t even think to check the backyard (the one scarcely used for anything else besides the occasional late-night beer hangout with friends), until you heard the familiar faint laughter of a little girl coming from behind the house.
Upon looking outside, you were surprised to see Francois skillfully dribbling a soccer ball between his feet, baiting a stumbling Adelaide as she attempted to reach the ball.
“You….I can’t believe you actually did it.” You said in slight awe, unable to mask the genuine surprise in your voice. Francois didn’t take any offense to it though as he then swiftly passed the ball to Adelaide, who dropped to the floor immediately to play with it, before walking over to greet you.
“Welcome back, mon cher. You have a good day?” he asked as he gave you a kiss on the cheek while wrapping a strong arm around your waist. You welcomed his hold with a smile as you responded with content lacing your tone.
“I did, even better now that i see you’ve done some good work while i was gone. Apparently she’s a soccer-fanatic like you, then?” you asked, hugging him around the waist as you gave him a small kiss on the lips.
“Ah, well, at least she had good taste.” he responds lovingly, interrupted when he felt a small tug on his pant leg. Looking down, he saw Adelaide gazing up at him with the soccer ball in hand. It was evident from the look in her eye that she wanted to play with him again.
“Ah, one moment, mon petit.” he dismisses, but is once again cut off when she gives him a set of puppy eyes that could warm the heart of even the coldest man. Seeing the effect it had, you gave Francois one last squeeze before letting go of him to go inside.
“I’ll leave you guys to play for a couple more minutes. Though, i want to see you both cleaned up before dinner.” You said firmly, seeing Adelaide smile upon seeing her father reach down for the ball, to which she happily handed it to him.
“Alright. Now, Adelaide, show papa what you got.” he encouraged as he once again began dribbling the ball away from the toddler, who followed after him with shaky steps.
You prepped dinner by a window so that you could see them playing outside merrily until he finally scooped her up and invited her inside to get cleaned up before dinner.
It was times like these that reminded you how grateful you were to have a great husband and father to your child like Francois. Even if he was a little rough around the edges, it didn't do much to disguise his softer interior that you couldn't help but fall in love with every time.

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((*long exaggerated sigh* wOW, that took awhile. I just now noticed how many scenarios i have in my inbox that are 2P!France-specific, so i’m wondering why that is. I mean, i already know this particular scenario-theme is popular because of the one i did with 2P!Canada, so was there a recent scenario that you guys really liked with him or something? I can’t help but feel like this i all kinda coordinated XD))

So I was rewatching an episode of Bones last night and the episode was about a former Marine sergeant being murdered. In the end it’s revealed she loved her best friend but was never able to say it.

But look at the last sentence in her letter!

“Maybe there’s more to life that just survival.”

This episode aired March 18, 2013. Does that quote sound familiar to anyone?