he has a very pretty mouth

The differences between Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

Obviously we see Anti and Dark as two similar beings because they’re both the evil counterparts or the demons of two great guys who are best friends. Though I think that they’re also very different for many different reasons. Let’s break it down a little and spot the differences, shall we?

Let’s start with Anti.

Antisepticeye, otherwise known as Jack’s evil counterpart or demon, has made many appearances already - even recently. His look can be interpreted however you want, but he has been portrayed a certain way on the channel for some time now. He seems to look exactly how Jack does whenever he appears. But during one longer appearance, he was seen with all black clothing (a black shirt and ripped jeans) and some ear gauges (you can see this in Jack’s ‘Say Goodbye’ video). You could assume that this is Anti’s regular style. We’ve also seen him with black eyes (also in the ‘Say Goodbye’ video) which could possibly mean that he’s a demon.

Anti’s appearances have been brief for the most part. He appears in the form of glitches in Jack’s face cam (you can see a lot of this in Jack’s ‘Five Nights At Freddy’s - Sister Location’ videos) and only stays for a few seconds, though his appearances grew gradually more frequent as the end of October got closer. The only video in which he’s made a longer and much stronger appearance is in Jack’s ‘Say Goodbye’ video.

A quick example.

Anti’s voice is also far from normal, as far as we know. It’s very distorted and sounds like there are multiple people speaking at the same time, all in different pitches. This kind of matches his glitchy appearances.

Another thing about him is that he’s very violent. In multiple appearances, Anti has been seen using his fingers as guns and holding them to his head, strangling himself, pulling at his hair or face or mouth, or with blood somewhere on his face. In the ‘Say Goodbye’ video, he even goes as far as making Jack slit his own throat. He’s displayed as a crazy character, even borderline psychotic.

Picture it this way: if Anti was given the opportunity to torture someone, he wouldn’t hesitate. He would use all the pretty little toys he had and make it as enjoyable as possible - for him. He is merciless, violent and crazy and this could be due to Jack’s excessive amount of energy being manifested into something evil. His idea of fun is extremely dangerous, bloody and painful.

So, Anti is practically a psychopath.

Now, onto Dark.

Darkiplier, otherwise known as Mark’s evil counterpart or demon, hasn’t made nearly as many appearances as Anti. There were theories about him in Mark’s earlier videos ‘Don’t Blink’ and ‘Dont Move’, but he’s been nothing more than a theory since then. People came up with their own ideas and conclusions while Anti was around. But he has finally made an appearance in one of the paths you take when you go to Mark’s video, ‘A Date With Markiplier’ (to get to him you have to click ‘Pay’ and then click ‘Horror’. If you want to follow through then you have to click on ‘Freedom’ and finally, kill the guy on ‘Left’.)

So far, his attire is different from Anti’s. Of course, he was wearing the suit that Mark was wearing during the date, but it oddly seemed to suit him (pun intended). Already off the bat, this leads us to think that Dark may prefer cleaner or more professional attire as opposed to black t-shirts and ripped jeans. Another thing is that he seems to like wearing black eyeliner, unless that’s some sort of natural dark circle around his eyes. Either way, creep factor.

Dark’s appearances haven’t been as glitchy as Anti’s. There are a few moments where he’s seemed to glitch out slightly, but for the most part he’s more ‘stable’. Although, there does seem to be some sort of layering effect in his appearances or some sort of 3D filter - like there are duplicates of him. His stance is also very proper, with his hands gingerly held behind his back as he talks. That, and his appearances have been longer than Anti’s. He sticks around to even converse with the viewer, whereas Anti will only stick around for a few seconds in the face cam, just long enough for someone to notice him.

An example for Darky.

Dark’s voice is a lot deeper than Anti’s, kind of like Mark’s is deeper than Jack’s. Though, it’s almost abnormally deep for someone with Mark’s face. It’s also very echoey, as though he was appearing in a vision or a dream.

Now this is where the major difference comes out.

Unlike Anti, Dark looks very calm and reserved. He speaks slowly, carefully and clearly - as though he’s having a conversation with a colleague at work. He doesn’t seem violent in any sort of way and doesn’t imply that he wants to cause harm to anyone. It’s just that his entire demeanor and way of speaking is very … Dark. I guess he lives up to his name. Rather than being crazy and excitable like Anti, he’s just cold and intimidating.

Picture it this way: if Dark also had the opportunity to torture someone, he wouldn’t go about it the same way. He would most likely use his words to slowly drive the person mad, to frighten them out of their skin. His definition of fun wouldn’t be to hear the person’s screams or see a gory scene - no, his fun is all in the scares. Sure, eventually he gets around to the torture, but he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes to make a mess, you know?

So, Dark is a cold, merciless killer.

Anti and Dark are very similar but also very different, which makes them that much more interesting to observe and analyze. The two of them working together would be the perfect recipe for a vengeful murder. Of course, they’re super fun to watch from afar.

Just don’t piss them off.

Sheriff Knows Best

Stiles/Derek, G, 2K words, Sheriff POV, Coffeeshop AU, matchmaker!Sheriff

(Credit for the title to @cobrilee!)

This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:

the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)

John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.

Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.

They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”

Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”

He nods. “Can I get you anything?”

John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.

“Your son?”

“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”

Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.

“Happy to help,” he says.

John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.

“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”

Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.

“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.

“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.

Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.

“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”

“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”

Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”

He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.

“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”

He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”

John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.

“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”

And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.

“And who exactly is he?”

John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.” 

Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”

“Okay,” he says seriously, and Stiles grimaces.

“No, Dad, don’t actually—”

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anonymous asked:

We know Lance is super smart, but... Headcanon that sometimes in everyday situations (or what counts for everyday situations when you're fighting a space war) he just loses all common sense and says and does dumb things. It happens so much and it's so funny that the team starts calling these times Lance Moments. Even when someone else does a dumb thing, it is called having a Lance Moment.

dude sorry this was one of those asks i’ve been sitting on bc i just. love to think of not only lance moments. but a whole array of paladin moments.

  • lance moment: when you get too overconfident and embarrass yourself
    • origin: “wow that’s like 1000 plus 10″, and other greatest hits
    • example:
      shiro: hey guys be careful there’s a bunch of debris up ahead
      keith: whatever i can handle it [promptly crashes into space garbage]
  • keith moment: when you forget all social etiquette
    • origin: just when the other kids had finally acclimated him to Teenage Interactions, he tried to fistbump a diplomat and it was interpreted as an attack
    • example:
      alien host: and here is our most sacred animal
      pidge: eww
      lance: [slapping a hand over her mouth] what keith here meant to say was,
    • pidge almost has more keith moments than keith. but keith’s are always more disastrous so he holds the title.
  • pidge moment: when you completely forget that there’s something else you’re supposed to be doing
    • origin: pidge was supposed to be developing a virus or something so everyone left her alone but after a full day somebody checked on her and it turns out she got distracted and had actually been programming a game on her computer
    • example:
      coran: oh, hunk! did you finish recalibrating the teludav?
      hunk: [surrounded by books on taujeerian biology] did i what
      pidge: AHA!! IT WASN’T ME THIS TIME!!
  • hunk moment: when you get overemotional at inopportune times
    • origin: everyone pulled off an incredible maneuver in the middle of a battle and hunk started tearing up and talking about how much he loves everyone and “hunk, i love you too buddy, but maybe save this for later”
    • example:
      shiro: …and you’re such a smart and talented young lady and i’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished–
      pidge: ok ok i know hunk thank you but i really need to be hacking into this server right now
  • shiro moment: when you accidentally let something really morbid slip out
    • origin: after two sleepless nights, allura asked shiro if there was anything he needed and he replied in a monotone “the sweet embrace of death”
    • example:
      coran: it’s a fascinating creature honestly! once it has completed growing, it only has ten quintants before its body begins destroying itself.
      lance: goals
      keith: …are you ok? that was a very shiro thing to say.


  • allura moment: when you surprise everyone with a previously unknown kickass ability
    • origin: the shapeshifting thing, and probably many others
    • example:
      pidge: [grabs a stick and knocks a bomb far into the distance]
      lance: what the heck
      pidge: what? matt and i used to play baseball all the time, i’m pretty good at it
      lance: god you’re such an allura
  • coran moment: when you pull a paladin moment, but play it off flawlessly
    • origin: anything he ever says. he’s making up half the nonsense that comes out of his mouth. nobody notices or calls him out on it.
    • example: there are none. coran is the only being known to pull off a coran moment.

A very long time ago @jennthereaper and @simplyn2deep both sent me this prompt, and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, but the other day I was finally inspired to take a stab at it. I hope you enjoy!

From The Way You Said “I Love You” 

#26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

Stiles shakes his head stiffly.

The Stiles on the floor is still pleading with him around tears, but the noises of his despair are starting to fade, as if Derek were now hearing him from a distance. Even his heartbeat, a sound that Derek has been clinging to as an anchor for what feels like forever, begins to disappear.

Derek swallows and steels himself against feeling anything more than determination to get through this newest mess.

“What now?” he asks, tone clinical and firm.

Stiles answers him in a similar tone, his expression betraying nothing about what’s going on in his own head. A far cry from the Stiles that Derek first met a couple years ago, terrified and mouthy and young. “Now you wake up.”

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the world is quiet here

A/N: for Alice. prompt: ‘clarke tells bellamy he makes her happy’

This takes place in the weeks between 4.03 and 4.04.

Clarke overhears that Bellamy has returned from his hunting trip, and she immediately drops everything to go find him.

It could probably wait— it could definitely wait— but she’s been stressed the whole day. Seeing and talking to all the people she hasn’t put on the list has taken its toll. Knowing that she put herself on that list instead of one of them has made her increasingly distressed as the hours went by. Somehow, she just thinks if she catches a glimpse of Bellamy right now, she’ll be calmer. She won’t feel as alone. That’s all she needs— a glimpse. She’ll just drop by to say hello and then be on her way.

That’s all she needs. Really.

Clarke finds him helping Niylah and Raven in one of the storage rooms, where they’re busy preparing meat for storage. Bellamy has unloaded all the game from the day’s trip, and currently has his arms submerged up to the elbows in a bucket of sudsy water.

He glances up when she enters. As always, she feels a little wave of comfort when his dark eyes find hers. 

And all her plans to keep this to a ‘hello’ go out the window.

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@lumenlight prompted me, “Sterek AU where Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate …). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake?”

Hope you like it!! 

~4000 words, rated M. (I don’t usually write smut, but I felt like this was that kind of prompt.)

Stiles usually doesn’t venture as far out of town as the Preserve—there’s not much out here but trees—but today that’s kind of the point. If he’s going to start up a jogging regimen to prep for lacrosse in the fall, he’s sure as hell not going to do it in his own neighborhood, where all his neighbors can (and will) watch him flailing around looking stupid.

He doesn’t actually end up jogging at all, though, because before he finds the trail he’d marked on his map, his Jeep abruptly sputters and dies on him right in the middle of the road. That’s also about when it starts raining.

“Oh, come on,” Stiles groans, hitting his head on the steering wheel a few times.

He pulls out his phone to call someone—his dad, a tow truck, Scott—and there’s no signal. Right. Because he wanted isolated, and he got it.

There’s no sound at all except the drumming of the rain on the roof of the Jeep, coming down harder and harder, taunting him for being such a fucking idiot.

He thinks about waiting it out, but who knows how long that could take, and if he doesn’t make it back home in time for dinner or at least get somewhere where he can make a phone call, then his dad is probably going to think he got eaten by a mountain lion or something.

“Fuck it,” he mutters. He pockets his phone and keys, grits his teeth, and jumps out into the downpour.


He has to walk for about twenty minutes before he finds any sign of civilization. It’s a house, or at least part of one. It’s tucked away down a long dirt driveway on the edge of the Preserve and looks sketchy as hell. It’s been burned, badly, and even though it looks like maybe someone’s been fixing it up, it’s still not exactly what Stiles would call habitable. Part of the charred roof is caved in, and most of the windows on the second floor are shattered, their jagged glass gleaming ominously in the dim light and the rain.

Stiles would assume it’s abandoned, except that there’s a shiny black Camaro parked out front. That at least looks well cared for.

It’s that detail, plus the rather compelling fact that this is probably the only house for at least a mile and Stiles can feel his feet starting to rub raw in his wet tennis shoes, that finally gives him the courage he needs to squelch his way through the mud and onto the porch to knock on the door.

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Heart Spice (Derek/Stiles)

@sterekseason requested Stiles/Derek:  we were both lovers over a decade ago and now we meet again to battle it out on this cooking program. our rivalry is strong and just because the camera operator caught us making out in the pantry doesn’t mean i won’t defeat you with the power of truffle oil AU

For winning first prize in my Birthday Giveaway, Hannah gets two fics. This is the first one based on the prompt above. I hope you enjoy it! Fic #34 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

Heart Spice. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

When Stiles was twenty-two, he had his heart broken when Derek chose his career over their relationship. A little over ten years later, they meet again on the set of a reality TV cooking competition. Derek wants a second chance, but Stiles isn’t really in a forgiving mood.

“Glad you could make it, Stiles.” Cora nods at him, offering a friendly half-smile that’s the equivalent of a wide, toothy grin from anyone else. It’s a little surprising, and also a little suspicious because Cora usually isn’t smiley.

“I almost didn’t come,” Stiles admits. “Lydia forced me into the car and drove me here before I could, how did she put it, wimp out like a whiny dork.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “For the record, I wasn’t wimping out. I was just having second thoughts because of reasons.”

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Peaceful (Blurb)

Inspired by this picture and also because Harry is very quickly becoming the cause of my demise: https://two-swallows-above-a-butterfly.tumblr.com/post/158917007871

Also, because some people requested some fluffy romance, so I give you fluffy romance!

You hadn’t meant to stare. It wasn’t as if you were some kind of creepy person who woke up intentionally before your boyfriend just to lay there and look at him. But when the sun had started to peek through the bedroom window that morning and the sudden intrusiveness of light had woken you from the dreamy slumber you were in, you had opened your eyes, blinked a few times, and came face-to-face (or rather, face-to-cheek) with a sleeping Harry next to you.

You couldn’t help but smile, really. You had fallen asleep the night before wrapped up in his arms but, as per usual, had drifted away from him in the middle of the night. You were now on your side and he was on his back, one arm still strung across your pillow as if trying to maintain some sort of contact with your body. His eyes were closed and you could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Your face was only inches from his own and you had one of your legs slung over top of his, nonchalantly.

As mentioned, you hadn’t meant to stare. It was just something about the way the light caught his face, causing a glow to resonate on his cheeks and the way you could count every single eyelash that you were always so jealous of. His lips were in a slight pout as he slept on and his nose twitched every so often as he breathed.

You really couldn’t help but smile. You loved your boy more than anything in the world when he was awake, but you also loved him when he was asleep. It was the one time that you were certain he was at complete peace. With the pressure and anticipation of everything currently going on with his album and movie, you knew his mind was racing most of the time. At the moment, he looked peaceful and relaxed.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, nudging your body just that tiny bit closer to his, careful not to jostle him too much. You reached up to move one strand of hair away from his eyes. He twitched a bit, but didn’t stir.

Normally, you wouldn’t bug him like this when he was sleeping, but you couldn’t help but brush the tips of your fingers over his cheek, lovingly touching each and every beauty mark and imperfection that you knew by heart.

Harry stirred a bit more this time, but didn’t open his eyes. You were starting to wonder if he was awake, but boldly continued your journey across his face with your fingers, before leaning over to attach your lips ever-so-gently to his cheek.

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Truth or Dare

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe)

Multi-fic: Yes? I’m splitting this up into a couple chapters so *finger-guns*

A/N: First Riverdale fic so sorry if anyone here sounds a bit OOC. Also, I don’t really write so *shrugs* be nice please. I had this idea just pop up and HAD to write it.

This was a horrible idea. Truly horrible. It hadn’t even been a half hour into the game before people started getting crazy and clothes were lost. It had started out as a simple sleep over. I just wanted all my friends to be in one place for once without someone trying to rip another’s throat out. My parents had left for the weekend so we were all situated in the living room, Cheryl and I sat in the loveseat, Betty, Veronica, and Archie were on the couch, Jughead was on the recliner (legs crossed and on his laptop), and Kevin was perched on the coffee table between the couch and recliner.

Within ten minutes of the game starting Veronica had dared Betty to keep her shirt off for the rest of the night, Kevin had dared Archie to take his pants off, Cheryl dared me to lose my shirt, Betty (with a face so red you’d think she would’ve passed out) had dared V to ditch her dress, I got Kev to take his shirt off, and Archie got Jug to lose his shirt. Jug had just dared Archie to not be an idiot for the rest of the night, which made everyone laugh. Everyone except Cheryl was somewhat nude and embarrassed.

“Y/N,” Kevin called my name. “Yes,” I answered, staring right at him, trying to be cocky. “Truth… or dare?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye. Everyone stared at me as I debated my choices. I decided I didn’t trust that twinkle, and no matter what choice I made I’d be in trouble. “Truth.” I sighed. Kevin’s face almost split in two at my answer, his grin enormous. I tried not to gulp in fear. “I want you to tell everyone here what you really, truly think about them. ‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘Not good.’ I looked him dead in the eye as I said fine, and re-positioned myself on the couch. I took a deep breath before looking at him and speaking. “You’re first then hun,” I said as a small smile grew on my face.

“Kevin, I love you, and I mean that in the most platonic way possible. You were the first friend I made here, and my best friend, and I’ll never forget the way you introduced yourself,” “Oh god Y/N please no!” Kevin cried, a blush creeping up on his face. “Y/N yes,” I mocked. “It adds to the story. Anyways, we were five, I had just moved to town the day before. I was walking through the park when all of a sudden I see this kid come running towards me at full speed, only to fall flat on his face three feet away,” Everyone started laughing while Kevin’s face grew redder. “Y/N!!!” He wailed. “Hush!” I said, still chuckling. “I ran over to him to help but he just sprung up and grabbed my hand and started shaking it. ‘Hi, my name’s Kevin, what’s your name? Wanna play!?’ I mocked in a little kid’s voice. Kevin hit me with a pillow. “I didn’t sound like that!” “Kevin shut up or she’ll never finish.” Cheryl spoke. “Yeah,” Archie spoke up. “I kinda wanna hear what Y/N has to say about me too some time tonight.”

Kevin made a zipping motion with his hands over his mouth before sitting back down, playfully glaring at me as well. “I told him my name and he said it was very pretty, and then he asked me if I liked boys, girls, or both. I was really confused at the time but Kevin just repeated it and told me he only liked boys ‘There’s a word for that you know, it’s called gay, and that’s what I am, so are you gay too?’ I just shook my head and said I didn’t like anyone.” I gave a light chuckle. “Kev gave me a weird look before he shrugged and said that was fine, and to come to him if anyone was being mean to me about not liking boys or girls. I knew at that moment we were going to be best friends,” Betty and Ronnie “Aww-ed”, Cheryl rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile in them, Archie smiled and Jug gave a smirk. 

“You’ve always been there for me Kev, every time I needed you, and I feel honored every time you come to me because you need someone. You pushed me out of my comfort zone so many times, and for the most part you knew when to back off. You’re so sassy and confident and I’m so jealous you have the confidence to be who you are. You always try to look on the bright side of things and keep everyone in a cheery mood. You’re amazing and wonderful and I never wanna let you go.”

I paused to look at Kevin, his eyes were watering up and I could tell he was trying very hard not to cry right then and there. “You mean the goddamn world to me Kev, you’re the twin brother I wish I always had. I’d crawl on broken glass for you. I’ll always be here for you whenever you need someone to vent to, or if you ever need someone to have your back in a fight.” We smirked at each other, my eyes starting to water up as well. “I love you Kevin Keller, with every fiber of my being, and I’ll be damned before I let anyone hurt you.” As soon as I had finished Kevin jumped at me, a couple tears streaming down his face and falling on my shirt as he nearly squeezed the life out of me. I hugged him back immediately and held him just as tightly, a few tears of my own falling as well. “Oh, I love you too Y/N! You’ve always been like a sister to me. I swear you mean the world to me too!” 

He kissed me on the cheek as we pulled away. When I looked around I saw that everyone had gotten misty-eyed, even Jughead, who was trying (and failing) to make it look like he hadn’t been paying attention the whole time. Kevin eventually made his way back to the coffee table, wiping his eyes before looking straight at me. “I swear to god Y/N if the rest of your speeches go anything like this I’m grounding you.” Everyone laughed while I looked around the room, trying to see who I would talk about next.

A.N.: Okay! First part is up! Let me know what you guys think and who Y/N should talk about next *wink* Also if you wanna be tagged that’s more than fine just let me know please!

Tag List (okay just *blushes*): @mrsjugheadjonesthethird, @supernovares

anonymous asked:

Oh! If i can get kind of specific, and.. not andriel for once.. (clutches heart i love those boys though) would you be willing to do 34 with jerejean, as like, jeremy introducing jean to the rest of the team maybe?

34: “I’d like to apologize in advance for my crazy family”

He has these serious grey eyes, dull like pebbles blazed by heat. There’s the other stuff too, the broken hitch sideways of his nose, the spidering scars all over, like they’re coming straight from the hurt in his brain. 

Jeremy sees them and tucks his burning questions away for later. There are more important things to notice. Like how Jean has a very pretty mouth, an overfull upper lip that makes him look like he’s perpetually pouting. It matches the frown line that cuts his brow in two.

He’s seen Jean before, for minutes at most, passing ships at Exy banquets, one intense first meeting when Jean was hastily smuggled onto the USC lineup and Jeremy was asked to do some reconnaissance and a cursory meet and greet.

He’d gone to see Jean, carrying a USC sweater he’d stolen from the bin of spares at the court as a peace offering. Jeremy hadn’t been prepared for the single saddest looking person he had ever seen, stripped of the bravado he’d worn at Riko’s side, cut off from some sort of threat but clearly not from the fear. 

Jeremy had pressed the bundle of red and gold into Jean’s hands and Jean had suppressed a jump, worried his torn lip and accepted it gently, gently, as if Jeremy was handing him a bomb for disposal.

Jeremy was nervous, but he fought to scrape the waver from his voice. He’d ignored Jean’s fresh wounds, ignored the look on his face like he was going to get hit or lied to.

They’d spoken briefly about how they’d handle the media, about the superficial scheduling concerns but also the bone-deep concern for Jean’s life that hummed underneath, sickening and obvious. Jeremy was frighteningly aware of the game running adjacent to Exy, always, something deadly eating at their community. The way they were handling Jean’s transfer like it was an illegal exchange of goods, Neil and Kevin in the news with a new bandage every few months, Jean in front of him looking like someone’s make up practice for a horror movie. It was all unmistakable.

And those eyes. He’s worried they’re never going to have anything in them.

They’re on him now, unflinching, and Jean’s less of a twitchy raw wound then he had been that first time the two of them had spoken. Jeremy’s trying to keep his smile pinned up at both sides but he feels like one end keeps sagging. The airport is a streaky spill of reunions and rolled luggage and Jean hoists his single duffle bag and waits for Jeremy to move first.

“How was your flight?” Jeremy asks nervously, trying to steer them out towards the car without getting too close or asking too much.

“How are they usually?”

Jeremy shrugs, offset. “Uhh, I mean. Good or bad is usually the measure. No turbulence and free pudding versus babies and vomit.”

“I don’t like pudding,” Jean says, dead serious, and Jeremy smiles for real.

“Well I like babies, so. It was a flawed example.”

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Ain’t no prince waiting for me

Soulmate AU
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: In spite of her tattoo, Y/N Y/L/N has given up this soulmate thing. She simply doesn’t believe it, she’s convinced that she’s doomed to never find her true love. But will an unfortunate event change that?

Warning: Eddie’s still alive!! He’s not going to die in my AU either;))

A/N: OK, so I have always wanted to do a soulmate-AU, I simply find the clichés adorable! In this one, the soulmate thing is the partner’s first words the first time they meet each other, but hey! If you liked this, and want m to make another soulmate-imagine, send me your idea! Enjoy:))


“I’m telling you, Blaise, I just don’t believe in it!” Y/N was yet again arguing with her best friend about the idiotic soulmate thing. 
“How can you not believe in it? This is how life works, how God have made it easier for us to find one another!” It was almost pointless to continue. The two had two completely different ideologies. Blaise: the girl who believed in fate, in God, in the stupid tattoos. And then there was Y/N: the one that believed in science, in random happenings and that were convinced she would die alone.

“You will never understand, B, I will never have what you and Hunter have,” this provoked Blaise, how could her almost perfect, best friend think so little of herself?
“Of course you will, your wrist is proof of that, now stop the bullshit talk, Y/N,” her tone short and sharp. 
“But Blaise, I swear I’m cursed or something! My younger siblings have met their partners, my whole family has always found their soulmates at a young age. All of my friends have their partners, heck you and Hunter have a kid, Blaise!”

“You’re not cursed, Y/N,”
“Just look at this Blaise, it’s pure evil, my tattoo says ‘wow’! That can be anyone, it can be a creep, a jackass, it can be any guy on the planet!”
“You need to stop being so pessimistic, Y/N, it doesn’t suit you,” Blaise kept her mouth in a thin line.
“The complex is weird and unnatural,”
“You can’t just say that!”
“Watch me!” Y/N challenged, and shouted at the top of her lungs, which made Blaise just want to disappear. So she dragged her friend through the park.
“Don’t wake Amos, Y/N,” she excused, and their discussion stopped there, the next talking-topic being how Y/N was doing at work.

“It’s so cool,”
“It’s not that cool, Cisco,” Barry chuckled. His friend, teammate, and colleague had not stopped looking at his wrist in awe.
“But it is! I mean, come on! The damsel falling in love with her hero – it’s a classic!” Cisco referred to the words ‘Holy crap, it’s him!’
“You know, it can also just be a girl that doesn’t like me or something, or-“
“Nope, this right here, my man, is a line said in adoration,” Cisco patted Barry’s back, and they went back to their work. 

Y/N sat on the Haydens’ couch as her friend walked around her apartment.
“He gets to bed at-”
“Seven, you know Blaise, I have babysitted Seany before, I know the drill: Dinner’s at 5, so that’s out of the way, if he’s hungry I can give him some fruits, bedtime’s at seven, but it’s no crisis if it gets closer to eight, and there’s food for me in the fridge for me to take whenever I want. I’m not the teenager neighbor you had to book last minute, B,” It was Blaise and Hunter’s date night, and as usual Y/N was there to babysit ‘lil Sean.

“Of course, of course! I’m so sorry, just a bit nervous,” Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend, this was what happened each time, and Blaise would always start excusing herself for not 'trusting you enough’. This time, the difference was that Y/N managed to make that part take less time, and she pushed her almost hyperventilating best friend out the door to her husband.

“…And the Flash saves the day yet again,” Y/N closed her laptop and looked over to the other end of the couch, where the Flash’s biggest fan of the age of 3 laid with a clear view to her feet.
“Kiddo, that was the last article, sorry bud,”
“Have you checked Iris West?” What that still amazed Y/N about Sean, was that in spite of his lack of abilities when it came to naming the alphabet, and counting to fifteen like the other kids, he had this huge interest in The Flash – which made him speak of certain journalists as if he knew them.
“We just read Iris West, Seany, I’m sorry,“

“What does yours say, aunty Y/N?” Sean looked at her wrist, which Y/N huffed at. 'What is it with this world? Why are everyone so eager on those stupid tattoos?’ But she pulled herself together and forced a smile.
"You see, Sean, aunt Y/N isn’t as lucky as all the other ones, her tattoo doesn’t work,”
“It doesn’t?” The little boy looked up at her with big, worried eyes, which by some way made Y/N feel bad for him.
“No, but I’m sure yours work! Mommy’s and daddy’s worked, I’m just a bit less lucky,”

“Do you think the Flash has a tattoo?” Sean asks, which make Y/N laugh – if those words had come out of any other’s mouth, she would have rolled her eyes.
“I believe so, yes,”
“You are very pretty, aunty Y/N,” right there was one of the many reasons Y/N loved Sean. Sure, he wasn’t the best at keeping a conversation – that boy was more distracting than any kid Y/n had ever met. But in the end, Sean was this great, funny, bubbly guy that Y/N loved hanging out with.
“Thank you, that was a very nice thing to say, you’re very handsome as well," 
"What if Flash is your soulmate?” Y/N almost choked, but before she could say anything, Sean continued: “Or maybe Patrick, he’s very cool, he works with the big kids,” exhaling, Y/N was relieved her little random, darling duckling was back.

The all too familiar sound of metal meeting glass rang through the room, and so Barry tried his best at not sinking deep into his chair.
“I would like to make a toast…” It was his beautiful best friend, Iris, and her fiancé Eddie’s engagement party, and even though he couldn’t be more happy for the two, he couldn’t shake off the sad feeling in his heart. His parents, his friends – it even seemed like the little kids that were running around had found their partners for life. Barry couldn’t take one step anywhere, without being reminded that he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. 

“You know, I met my mate at the age of 13,” the drunk next to Barry stated.
“I heard the most regular age to meet is between 9 and 23,” Was it Eddie’s cousin that said that?
“How 'bout you, Terry? Found the love of your life yet?” 'How did I even end up here?’ Barry smiled at the old man.
“No, but I-”
“Gary! His name is Gary, grandpa!" 
"I’ll just go and find Iris,” Barry enlightened to the little party, and then left to do just so.

“Barry! Hey, I haven’t seen you at all tonight!” Iris had clearly gotten a few glasses, but when she saw right through the fake smile of Barry Allen, her tipsy state disappeared right away. 
“Uhm, babe, I’ll just go get more ice,” once Eddie had given his wife-to-be a kiss in acknowledgment, the two best friends found their way to the porch.

Iris had a feeling what had caused barry’s light frown but had let him talk out about it anyway. 
“Barry, you’re going to be fine. Look, I’m sure your girl’s just right around the corner, whomever up there would be a real ass if she’s not,” her last comment made Barry smile.
“Yeah, of course,” he nodded, regretting that he’d taken his best friend out of her own engagement party.

It wasn’t an everyday thing for Y/N Y/L/N to go to Tiffany’s to eat her breakfast. Thing is, she always had a wish to do so – let her inner Audrey Hepburn shine. So today, she could happily cross it off her bucket list. What she hadn’t thought of though, was Central City being a slightly criminal city, with many jewelry-loving evil metahumans. So in her little black dress, matching gloves, big dark sunglasses and pearl necklace, Y/N witnessed the first robbery in her life. It will be fine, Y/N. What’s the odds of anyone coming and ripping off your grandmother’s pearls in the middle of the streets? Oh God, what have I ever done to deserve this?’ Y/N thought of her earlier words to herself, almost shaking by the thought of the scene she frightened happening.

She waited for the alarm that never came and looked around herself. One babysitter strolling with a toddler, a man in a suit, and herself – that meant two witnesses if anything happened. When the nanny and the businessman soon disappeared, Y/N decided to try her breakfast at Tiffany’s another time. 'Time to use those ninja-skills you brag about to Sean,’
“Oh hello,” A not-too-friendly voice spoke up behind her. 'Oh merde,' 

Deciding to pretend she hadn’t heard him, Y/N sped up her pace, walking as fast as a girl in heels could. Suddenly she felt her necklace get pulled backward so hard she got troubles breathing, making her whole body follow.
“That’s some lovely piece of woman your jewelry got there,” that must have been the lamest, creepiest pick-up line Y/N had ever heard. With no one in sight, she tried her best to distract his attention away from robbing her. But instead of saying: “The pearls were my grandmothers”, whimpers escaped her lips.
“Flash,” the meta behind her seemed both tense and annoyed. If she could, Y/N would have breathed out in relief, but that being difficult, she tried her best just breathing normally.

Usually, when Barry went into Flash-mode, he didn’t notice the ones around him that weren’t in danger. His eyes were on the metas, and the metas only, so when he was done defeating the telekinesis, had sped him off to the old particle accelerator, his next task was at hand: Double check on the wounded. Though when he did came back, there weren’t many people at the crime-scene.
“Wow…” Barry said quietly, taking in the rich girl’s appearance. Her hair was sat up in a weird, kind of snobbish way, but that suited her in a way. And her lips! Her beautiful, pink lips, parted a bit because of the shock probably. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the color of her, most likely, stunning eyes. The pearls were placed against her collarbones perfectly, and along with the black dress she looked very put together: Very higher-class: Very not the kind of people Barry hung out with – or were in his league.

At that same time, Y/N had just thawed from her frozen state: It was actually the Flash. He was in front of her. And before she could stop herself, the words spilled form her lips:
“Holy shit it’s him,” All she could think about was the face behind the mask. Would his smile match the warm, green and kind eyes? Would his personality do as well? Would he be a stuck up jerk, or the nicest guy possible? She wanted to see him, the real hero under the suit. Though just when she saw a blurred picture of him opening his mouth, Y/N lost control of her now numb body, and passed out.

“Now that’s one fine looking lady you got there, Bar,” Joe said, looking over to the other room at the rich girl. 
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” Cisco sucked on his lollypop while following Joe’s gaze. She’d been unconscious for about an hour, and Barry still hadn’t moved his attention from the sleeping beauty.
“Yeah…” He had answered, hoping for just that.

Y/N had found out, the hard way, that it was a terrible thing to pass out. Not only the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to see for seconds before she lost it, but also losing control of her legs. When she heard unfamiliar voices around her, Y/N decided it was for the best not to open her eyes completely just yet.
“Pretty good catch if she’s not a monster,” 'Oh dear God. I’m in my Holly-costume,“
"Yeah…” 'This honestly can’t get worse’Y/N kept thinking about the endless choices of near futures she had. Her rescuers could be kidnappers. The kidnappers could jury her in many ways, and considering her choice of outfit, robbery didn’t seem impossible. 'Oh please God almighty, please say they’re not rapists!’
"Hey, is it normal for unconscious people to have nightmares?” 'Crap, Blaise was right, I really need to work on my poker face! God dammit Y/N!’ Deciding her little act didn’t hold, Y/N opened her eyes, the first thing she saw being a wrist with black ink.

“Wow…” That was the second time that day. Barry just couldn’t stop himself, her eyes… They were the absolute perfect shade of Y/E/C. 
“Shit,” the stranger girl’s words were almost impossible to catch, but Barry did, and saw her eyes glued on his tattoo. His eyebrows furrowed, what was she doing? But once their eyes locked for what had to be the third time that day, he understood.
“It’s you,” he stated. His soulmate nodded.
“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” She whispered, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Barry Allen,” at that he closed the gap. They kissed. Her on the bed, and him hovering over her. It didn’t take may minutes before Cisco made a big deal out of it.
“I told you, man!” He outed right after a wolf whistle. And the happy couple smiled. They had finally found each other. After all that time.


A/N: The hard part of writing such clichés as a soulmate imagine, is that it’s almost impossible to write good! SO I hope the cuteness (hopefully there’s some cuteness in here…) made up for the bad writing and crappy ending:))

absent-angel  asked:

Oh snap there's a ton of good nalu prompts in that list! How about the "are you sabotaging my dates"?

I’m not trying to say that Natsu has a kink, but he does.

The day is a normal one. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Natsu and Gray drinking coffee and complaining about their asshole Philosophy Professor. Utterly, dully normal. So normal, in fact, that Natsu is bewildered to hear someone screaming his name from halfway across the quad. He’s so surprised, in fact, that his cup slips right through his fingers, frappe splattering across the grass.

He barely has a chance to register whose voice is calling out to him before a foot slams onto the bench between his legs, a wicked, spiked heel dangerously close to an important part of his anatomy. Natsu practically swallows his tongue, eyeing the heel and the shapely leg it’s attached to. From where he’s sitting and the angle of the girl’s leg, he has an almost perfect view of her thighs and the faintest glimpse of lacy, red panties.

Natsu swallows thickly, inhaling sharply through his nose, and his eyes slide higher. He bites back a moan when he sees his very pretty, very angry ex-girlfriend hovering over him. Lucy has one hand on her hip, the other having launched out to grasp at his shoulder, successfully pinning him to the bench, lest he fidget and have an unfortunate mishap with his balls.

Lucy glares down at him, cherry lips pressed into a thin, unamused line. Natsu glances between her lips and eyes, his mouth parting just the slightest as memories of exactly where those cherry lips have been begin to resurface.

Natsu isn’t sure if this is a good or bad thing yet.

(Gray says nothing as all of this goes on. He continues to stare across the quad with wide eyes, casually drinking from his cup and pretending to ignore what’s happening right next to him.)

“What the hell is your problem?” Lucy snarls down at him before Natsu can ask what the actual fuck is happening. He can’t say he’s against Lucy hovering over him the way she is, in fact, he kind of likes it a bit more than he should, but there’s also the matter of them being broken up for the last six months and counting.

And Natsu totally doesn’t think about her and her red lips and the way she wrinkles her nose when she reads. No, he doesn’t think about her at all.

Maybe a little.

His mouth goes dry as soon as Lucy stares down at him with hooded eyes. His sanity practically flies away as the toe of her pretty heel slips forward, brushing along the inside of his thigh slowly. “Lucy,” he gasps, unsure where to keep his eyes as he glances between her face and her very long, very bare leg settled all too close to his crotch. “Fuck,” he hisses, meeting her gaze, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

And he doesn’t. Mostly. He’s done a lot of things lately, he just can’t be quite sure which one she’s found out about. He’s fairly impressed with himself about it taking her this long to find out about whatever the hell it is he’s been doing. It took long enough.

Lucy is decisively less impressed. “The hell you don’t,” she growls down at him, sending a pleasant shiver down Natsu’s spine that goes right between his legs. Embarrassing as it is, he can feel himself being more turned on than anything else. He always did have a thing for Lucy when she got demanding. She knows it to. She leans over him, free hand grasping his chin and forcing him to look at her. “Knock it off.”

Her toe actually nudges him in just the right way, making Natsu exhale shakily.

(Gray pretends he doesn’t hear this. Gray also pretends he didn’t just catch a glance of his best friend’s dick growing two sizes in as many seconds. Gray is going to need to bleach his eyes when he gets home.)

She bumps him again, and Natsu grits his teeth, swallowing down a hiss. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, shuddering. He’s almost entirely sure that the entire quad is staring, but he can’t say he cares all that much. He has the girl he would very much like to get back together with practically straddling him and pinning him down.

The quad can get fucked.

“Natsu,” Lucy breathes against his ear, practically purring his name. “Look at me,” she demands. He does, throat bobbing as he swallows down the growing lump in his throat, trying not to drool. Her lips curve into a smile that’s as dangerous as it is pretty, and Natsu’s pants suddenly feel all too tight. “Are you sabotaging my dates?”

Oh. That. There may have been one or two (or ten) instances where he maybe, kind of, sort of, crashed Lucy’s dates. The first time it happened, it was an accident. The second time, he was just petty. The third, the guy was an asshole and Natsu needed to do something about it.

He wouldn’t say sabotaging, but…

He considers not answering, utterly content with her practically on top of him, but Lucy presses an impatient foot against the bulge in his pants and Natsu decides he really doesn’t want his balls ripped off. “What are you going to do if I say ‘yes?’ ” he asks, voice cracking.

Lucy’s smile loses its edge, her lips brush against his cheek, her foot grinds against him just so. And then she pulls away. When Natsu finally gains his bearings, Lucy is a foot away, eyes bright and beckoning in a look he knows very well. She takes a step back.

“Come find out.”

Never Have I Ever

(my first klance fic~ thanks to @kageyama-tobiyo for the encouragement!!)


The last time the castle malfunctioned, its system had been poisoned by a Galra virus.

This time, it’s Pidge’s and Hunk’s fault. 

Keith stares at the crack between the floor and door, watching the frantic shadows run across the marble floor. There’s a vein throbbing in his forehead.

“Seriously, who thinks it’s a good idea to play with the castle’s systems while we’re trying to clean?!” Lance yells, smacking the door lightly. Keith can really only see his shoes; his eyes are still adjusting to the darkness. 

Outside, Hunk whines. “We’re sorry, man! We’re trying to fix it!” 

“Well,” Keith sighs, leaning against the wall, “At least there’s enough room for fresh air to get in.” 

Lance hums and moves away from the door. “Good excuse to stop cleaning, too.” 

Keith chuckles quietly. Lance smiles a bit as he looks around the room, searching the darkness. Boredom is already kicking in. Soon enough Coran will come back to check on their progress; he’s kind of looking forward to all the yelling that’ll happen. At least it’ll be entertaining to listen to.

“Hey.” Keith doesn’t respond, so Lance says, “Let’s play a game. Let’s plaaaaaay… Never Have I Ever!” 

“What’s that?”

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all to myself: vlog 4

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

↳ vlogger au
pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader

teaser&info | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | on-going

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anonymous asked:

HCs for Hikaku? (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

- Born an Old Soul.

- And then compounded, because being Izuna’s main guard has aged him before his time.

- No, really, Hikaku wants to know who he killed in a past life to deserve this. It must have been a saint. He is In Hell. 

- Carries a spear. Frequently uses it to hit idiots over the head. 

- This is not as satisfying as stabbing them would be, but at this point if he started stabbing people he just. Wouldn’t stop. 

- The eldest of three, with two younger sisters. Very good at braiding hair and playing dress-up. 

- Izuna made a comment on this once and was promptly made to babysit. Never commented again. 

- Has a lowkey crush on Touka (though really, who wouldn’t). 

- Pretends to be above making an idiot out of himself in front of strong pretty people. 

- Is not. 

- Is really not. 

- Looks like the Sensible One and mostly is, but has a competitive streak.

- Has a competitive streak to the point where he would totally kiss Hashirama for a dare. 

- Would probably even kiss Izuna for a dare, though he’d want to wash his mouth out afterwards. What if the stupidity is catching?

- Wears the good luck charms his sisters give him no matter what. 

- Anyone who comments really does get stabbed. 

- Yes, even Izuna.

- At this point he has fond fantasies of stabbing Izuna so he’ll be removed from his guard. 

- (This won’t happen. Madara’s never found anyone else patient enough to put up with Izuna for more than four hours straight. If Hikaku stabbed Izuna Madara would probably just accept it.)

- Is very Aggrieved over the fact that all the Senju are so powerful and attractive. This includes Mito. He is highkey crushing on Mito and In Despair. 

- Strongly Regrets being related to Kagami what did he do to deserve this.

- Too Good For This World, Too Pure but also + lowkey homicidal tendencies (he’s an Uchiha, okay, it’s standard). 

- Someone save him, please. 

anonymous asked:

Wahhhh!! Ur giving me so many bap and exo feelz 🙏💜 could do a sex with baekhyun please 💜

  • Baekhyun would be pretty much into everything. 
  • I see him as very playful in bed.
  • More submissive than dominant but not really into full on powerplay.
  • Pretty kinky though.
  • Very vocal.
  • I see him liking fast sex a lot.
  • Does not really dirty talk but curses a lot.
  • A moaner. 
  • Him giving oral would be endless teasing. 
  • You giving him oral would be him squirming underneath you and accidentally thrusting into your mouth. 
  • His fingers work magic, literally. 
  • He can bring you to an intense af orgasm by just fingering you. 
  • Which would happen very often. 
  • He is a slight exhibitionist.
  • I think he has a high sex drive and could go all night. 
  • Probably likes food sex every once in a while. 
  • Something like whipped cream and strawberries. 
  • Likes to try out things with you. 
  • Would want to let his hands wander over your body while having sex. 
  • Giggly sex would be a thing. 
  • Like sweet sex where you two have to stop mid way because he just told you something weird out of nowhere and now you’re almost on the floor from laughing. 
  • He would want to cuddle after sex, falls asleep almost immediately.
RFA+S - Love Languages

I like love languages, and it’s almost Valentine’s Day.

So, everyone has a preferred love language.  Most people have 2 or 3 that are pretty close, I think, so I chose the RFA’s top 2.  I tried for what they were most thankful to receive, as well as what they might find most meaningful to give.

Minorly NSFW-ish because they’re adults, so some of it crosses over.

Spoilers.  So many.  I refer to their routes a lot because I have way too much time on my hands and do not want to work on an assignment.

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anonymous asked:

if you're still taking jimon prompts could you please write jace having the most blatant, transparent, obvious crush on simon and simon ONLY just realising when jace leans in to kiss him but chickens out because he doesn't want to freak out simon i know it's oddly specific but i have been thinking about this for 500 years

jimon + one of the cutest fucking ideas ever im crying

“You’re staring.” Simon complains. Jace shrugs his shoulders, leaning against the wall opposite to Simon in the tiny alley they’re stuck in until backup arrives. 

“You’ve got - “ Jace says, and then stops and moves forward, forehead furrowed in concentration as he lightly cards his fingers through Simon’s hair. Simon holds very, very still and tries to ignore the heat coming off of Jace’s body; he fails spectacularly. 

Fucking Jace and his flirtatious tendencies. It gives a person misplaced hope

“Leaf.” Jace explains quietly as he takes his hand away. He doesn’t move away though, still standing close to Simon, staring down with his absurdly pretty lashes. 

“Great, now the trees hate me too.” Simon complains, his voice pitched low and quiet. Jace chuckles at that. 

“It’s hard being you, isn’t it, Simon.” He murmurs, and then - Simon almost thinks he’s imagining it, but Jace’ gaze has dropped lower, his eyes transfixed by Simon’s mouth. Simon instinctively darts his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, and Jace’s eyes darken. 

Oh God. Fucking hell, Simon definitely did not expect this. This is - so far beyond the realm of possibility. What is happening

Jace is leaning closer, and Simon is getting lightheaded, hardly daring to move as soft breath whispers across his face, Jace’s lips parting, his head tilting slightly, barely any space separating them - 

Jace jerks back so suddenly that for a moment Simon thinks someone’s flat out attacking them. He springs back to, wildly swinging his head around and checking their surroundings before the reality crashes into him, staring him in the face in the form of Jace gasping for breath against the other wall, looking at Simon with horror on his face. 

“Right.” Simon says out loud, laughing bitterly. Jace flinches, a hand coming up to scrub at his face, and Simon tilts his head back against the alley wall and laughs mirthlessly. “Of course.” 

“This can’t happen.” Jace says, his voice horrified, and Simon’s suddenly, furiously angry. 

“I didn’t do anything.” He snaps, hurt and stung by Jace’s rejection. 

“I can’t - won’t - do this.” Jace says like he didn’t even hear, staring at Simon. He looks so terrified, and Simon is possessed with the insane urge to both comfort him and punch him. 

“I don’t really give a fuck. You leaned in, you looked like you were going to - “

“I’m sorry,” Jace says miserably, “I never meant to fuck our friendship up like this. You deserve so much better - “

A wild, ridiculous thought pops into Simon’s head at those words, because Jace’s sentence doesn’t make complete sense and Simon has a bizarre idea that’s taken hold in his mind. 

“Jace,” He says slowly, because what the hell, he’s committed to this now, “do you like me?” 

“Sorry.” Jace repeats immediately, and Simon has to stare at him like he’s grown another head because. What. This doesn’t happen. This only happens in stupid Valentine’s Day rom-coms. This isn’t Simon Lewis’ life. 

“Don’t be.” Simon says slowly, and they’re both staring at each other now with equal parts apprehension and slowly dawning comprehension. “I want - the same things you want. Apparently.” 

“That’s - are you sure?” Jace asks, frowning. Simon steps forward, transfixed.

“Not at all.” He murmurs, before he summons what little courage he has and curls a hand around Jace’s neck, tugging him forward and pressing their mouths together. Jace makes a low, wounded noise, his lips pressing back softly, hesitantly, a question that Simon answers by pushing forward into the kiss, sliding his tongue across Jace’s and trying to pour a depth of emotion he isn’t sure he can express yet into it. 

Jace breathes shallowly through his nose, his hands slowly coming up to grasp at Simon’s waist and dig in, his fingers pressing sharply against Simon’s ribs. He holds Simon close, the grasp of someone who’s a little - a lot - afraid. Simon can relate. He pulls back slowly, his eyes lingering across Jace’s pink, spit-slicked lips, his free hand coming up to smooth over Jace’s cheek, stubble rasping under his palm. 

“I had no idea.” Simon says, amazed. Jace snorts, his arrogance slowly rearing it’s head again. 

“You might have been the only one that didn’t.” He retorts. “Blind much?” 

“Not even close! Vampire!” Simon says indignantly. 

“That’s even more embarrassing, then. Super senses, and all that.” Jace teases gently. He’s still holding tight to Simon, his fingers beginning to hurt where they’re exerting pressure. 

“I’m a vampire, not a mind-reader.” Simon grouses. “Loosen your hold on me, I’m still breakable and I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours.” Jace looks inordinately pleased at that, his smile growing so bright it sets off an ache somewhere deep in Simon’s chest. 

“Don’t do that!” Simon grumbles. “I’m getting all sorts of feelings. Just shut up and kiss me.” 

And Jace gladly obeys. 

anonymous asked:

could you do jerejean for that ship post pls?

u BET i can


who is more likely to hurt the other?

ouch ok honestly this is a cop out but they both work extremely hard not to hurt each other and their only slip ups are in ignorance & fear

jeremy claps a hand on jean’s shoulder because he forgets he forgets and there’s nothing he can do but step back and learn how to soothe with his voice when he’s ALWAYS soothed with hands and arms and kisses pressed into hair

jean flinches and flinches and says things he never wanted to mean and jeremy knows but it hurts

who is emotionally stronger?

Listen there are only so many winters ur emotions can weather before they can’t come back from it and jean’s tolerance for hurt of any kind is kind of dead grass for a while. He’s a broken bone that had to be re-broken to set u know, meanwhile jeremy’s never been broken or sprained or bruised and he can take it instead

who is physically stronger?

They’re both like super high class athletes but I think Jean has been pushed so hard for so long that he definitely has something to show for it?? Jeremy is a lil more soft and compact and jean is cut and could probably carry jeremy on his shoulders

who is more likely to break a bone? 

mean and bad next

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Jeremy becomes an absolute champion at this like he has all these rituals that are as opposite to riko as he can get (I wrote a lil about it in my first jerejean fic), he opens the curtains so jean can remember where he is, and he surrounds him w warm things, leaves positive voicemails in between classes on Jean’s bad days and sometimes he stays home to be w him. he like. gets it.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

Jeremy apologizes during the argument like jean has a complaint about the trojans and jeremy’s like “that’s dumb wait sorry I love you sorry wait ur right the trojans should change their team colours to something more flattering to your skin tone”

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

Jean treats Jeremy’s because Jean never gets hurt again ever in his life am i right kids

who is in constant need of comfort? 

:((( jean :( :( the first year out of the nest is bad. He screams himself hoarse sometimes and cries constantly sometimes and flinches at ticking clocks and avoids stairwells and basements. Jeremy doesn’t know how to help someone who was born in hell and just broke through the surface. He offers his hand and it takes about 13 months but Jean takes it

who gets more jealous? 

Jean gets so jealous because jeremy is radiant and woos anyONE (hi.. kevin day…. feels more for jeremy than he does for exy) and he feels so undeserving sometimes but he’s also pretty frank after a while like he’ll be like ‘jer im watching u & we are exclusive” and escort him from the scene

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

jean isn’t like neil, he doesn’t run away when he panics, he just freezes. It gives Jeremy time to talk him down (a benefit andrew WISHES he had). also Jeremy doesn’t know anywhere else he’d rather be. No one leaves anyone.

who will propose? 

jeremy DEFINITELY and it’s like 10 years down the line but he buys a ring like 1 year in because he knows 2 things: 1. He’s in love with Jean 2. Jean can only breathe with a little space 

sidebar their wedding is gold and blue can anyone say day vs night

who has the most difficult parents?


who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

Jeremy x100 he’s sooo clingy and he realizes pretty early on that jean’s hands can be touched w pretty much no problem so he’s always grabbing and swinging and stroking his thumb over the irregularities in Jean’s fingers

who comes up for the other all the time? 

at any given time jeremy is trying to figure out how to work jean into the conversation

who hogs the blankets? 

I feel like jeremy naturally starfishes but he makes a concerted effort to see Jean bundled, so he wakes up w the covers bunched around his chest and he throws them all over jean and tucks them around his neck and kisses his shoulder for good measure

who gets more sad? 


who is better at cheering the other up? 

Kinda already covered this but Jeremy is a machine designed for comfort he is the personification of blowing bubbles

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

ok jeremy makes THE stupidest jokes and Jean usually glares but if it’s dire a bitch might elbow 

who is more streetwise?

jean knows a lot about survival and he CAN fight back but he often won’t. (he eventually learns to apply his skills when his trojans are being threatened) bless Jeremy he knows exy and teamwork and minor family problems and that’s it

who is more wise?

they’re both sharp, but jean has a little of that multilingual world-weary thing going on, so I think he just narrowly wins out. Jeremy is very good at english and he’s got the people smarts so they balance rlly well

who’s the shyest? 

jean poor thing he’s intensely quiet (but scathing…. fuck) and he’ll take about oh 1 billion years to let you in, but when he does he has a lot to fucking say most of it savage

who boasts about the other more? 

jeremy is always like “oh jean? STAR of the edgar allen ravens?? yeah he dropped that dead weight and now he’s the best exy player ever and i love him and i get to kiss his pretty mouth”

who sits on who’s lap?

I don’t think jean would want to be pinned down and i think he’d be too embarrassed to sit on jeremy’s lap in PUBLIC but secretly I think he’d like the way jeremy holds his hips and doesn’t stop grinning the whole time

HELLLOOOO. This is Mitchell “Mitch” Marner. Nicknames include but are not limited to Mitch, Marns, and Bitchell. He is a (apparently) 6 foot tall, 19-year-old rookie Canadian forward who wears #16 for the Toronto Maple Leafs. He was drafted 4th overall in the 2015 draft to the Toronto Maple Leafs. Mitch has represented Canada in a few international tournaments, one of them being the IIHF World Junior Championships in 2016 where Canada placed 6th in the tournament.

Mitch is Very Good at this hockey stuff, and before a recent injury, he led rookies in points. Throughout minors and major minors, Marns won a lot of MVP-type awards and awards for scoring. He captained his OHL team, London Knights, to the league championship in 2016 eventually winning the Memorial Cup.

Marns grew up a huge Leafs fan, so it’s a big deal for him to play for the team that he has always loved the most. This kid is so full of light and is always happy and bouncing around. He’s had bromances with like everyone because he’s such a happy kid and is confirmed to love cuddling. People who he’s has bromances with are Dylan Strome (Arizona Coyotes prospect), Connor McDavid (Edmonton Oilers captain), and current Leafs teammates Auston Matthews and Matt Martin.

Mitch is so tiny compared to all the other NHL players especially on the Leafs and compared to Auston (one of the other numerous rookies on the Leafs and who is taller and heavier than Jamie Benn). When he stands next to his teammates, it’s questionable if he really is 6 foot because he looks so little compared to everyone else. People have doubted how good of a player he would be because of his size, and he has proven them wrong and has taken some hits like a champ. He has even tried to fight/distract a guy who is 6’4” and 203 lbs to get him away from Auston.

He is also very meme-y and kind of a troll sometimes, and he loves to bounce around and tease his teammates, especially Auston Matthews. They ride to the rink and games together and do pretty much everything else together. He and Auston sing on the bench and during warmups, Marns likes to sing/mouth the words to the songs. Auston and Marns even coordinate their outfits. It’s ridiculous. He’s very silly and 100% a dweeb who literally does not give two craps about toxic masculinity, and he’s destroying that shit one teammate cuddle at a time. He’s very loyal and loving to his friends though and would probably be an A+ friend to have in your life.