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Cole Sprouse (ft Riverdale cast) | Introductions

Count of words: 773

Warnings: none 

A/N: I just really hope this is what you wanted to read . I FINALLY WROTE IT btw !!!!




anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a Cole Sprouse imagine? where him and his gf (they met in college) are pretty much goals and everyone loves them together. she’s a guest star on Riverdale and the cast go crazy because they’re fans of her as well (she’s also a former disney star) what do you think?

More Cole please! I saw the request, “where him and his gf (they met in college) are pretty much goals and everyone loves them together. she’s a guest star on Riverdale and the cast go crazy because they’re fans of her as well (she’s also a former disney star)” Could you write that one next, it’s got new excited to see what you write for it xx

Dating Cole was never ment to be easy. You were aware of it since day one. After all he was an actor and you were an actress yourself, so crazy schedules were something you both had to get used to. College was taking a lot of your time, too, back when you both met each other, but lately there would be more and more time spent away from each other due to Cole’s hectic filming schedule for Riverdale. So, when the opportunity to become a guest star on the show came up you had no intentions on letting it slip away.

It was your first day of shooting with your lovely boyfriend and his amazing friends, something that brought bubbles to your stomach, but it all stopped when you stepped your foot on set. The cast seemed to be extremely friendly and they seemed to be total fangirl matterial.

Walking in with Cole by your side, everyone turned their attention to you after hearing the little room’s door open.As you entered the room you saw Lilly and Kj sitting on a big table rehersing their lines. You were shyly hugging Cole’s arm for comfort as the butterflies in your stomach were tickling your intestants. On the contrary your smile and posture radiated confidence something that made both Lilly and Kj looking at you in aw.

When they actually lied eyes on you their jaws dropped. For a moment you looked at them terrified expecting the worse but after Lilly spoke up your fear melted away. “Cole! You never told us you are dating Y/N Y/L/N!” She exclaimed as she looked at your hands around his strong arm holding onto it for dear life. “Well, I dodn’t think he had to,” Kj said looking at us and chuckling, “He has photos of her everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE!” he said emphasizing the word everywhere as he looked at you, still a bit shocked that you were indeed standing in front of them. “Uhm, right. I’m sorry. This is not a proper welcoming. I’m Lilly Reinhart, huge fan of yours!” She fangirled a bit sticking her hand out as you pulled her in for a hug. “First of all, I don’t do handshakes, I do hugs. Second, I know who you are, I adore both you and your work.” You commented as she turned to Kj fangirling silently. “She ADORES me!” She fangirled once again as you just chuckled lightly feeling the atmosphere around you warm up. Imediately after her, came Kj holding his arms open for a warm welocoming hug making your tiny figure get lost in them. “I’m K-” “ Kj Apa.” You finished his sentence as he looked a tad bit confused. “Cole never shuts up about you! Also I am a fan.” You said as he looked at you with wide eyes. “Can’t say the same.” He joked. “I only had like every episode of D/S/Y/W/I (disney show you were in) on DVD just because of your character.” He said making you blush a bit as everyone laughed.

After being introduced to two of Cole’s castmates, there came some more. It was the time of my first scene on the show. My charachter’s outfit was put together and my hair was looking amazing as well as my makeup. Now, I was walking down a hall towards the room my scene would be in as my black heels kicked down the marbled floor. As soon as you opened the door a black haired girl and a very familiar red headed appeared in front of you. Once again your stomach started bubbling with anxiety as you took a shy but also confident (if that makes sense) step inside. The black haired girl that you knew to be Camila had a shocked expression on her face as she shook it of and walked towards you. “Hello,” she greeted you, a beautiful smile plastered across her face. “I’m Camila Mendes! No, nothing to do with Shawn Mendes and no it’s not a shipping nickname for Camila and Shawn,” She blurted out pretty quickly, refering to people talking about that all the time, something you had noticed just the other day. Before you could speak up and introduce yourself Camila spoke up again. “I am a big fan of you since I was little and you were in D/S/Y/W/I. I swear I had so many posters!” She said giving you a hearty chuckle as you followed her actions. Wow, maybe introductions were not going to be as bad as you thought. 

I can’t believe there are fucking discourses in the fandom because of the whole Yuri on Stage skit which is ridiculous cause it is COMEDIC RELIEF. They’re acting out of character BECAUSE it is a comedy sketch AND their characters were drunk off their asses the entire time!!!!!!! (Seung-Gil fucking kissed Nishigori and no one bats an eye at that !!)

Also @ people saying the whole Chihoko ruins Victor’s character: Are you watching the same show????? Cause Victor in the series is SO not extra that he completely abandons his skating family and coach and hopped on the first plane to JAPAN to coach the guy that won his heart during the GPF banquet. Oh wait.

Also, how is showing him being jealous toxic???? Do you NOT get jealous ever in your life? Jealousy is a normal emotion that EVERYONE feels. And it’s not like he’s being an asshole to Yuuri and said something along the lines of “I forbid you to ever speak to anyone other than me” like those douches in romantic movies do. Victor was angry but at himself!!!! He was angry that he did not know Yuuri like he think he does and to prove his love, he climbed to the roof and PROCLAIMED it TO THE WORLD. And it’s not like Yuuri is bother by this either????? He literally said to Victor that he has looked everywhere in the world and no one was better than him. Is that a thing someone would say if they are bothered by what the other do or was disgusted by it????? He even joined him on there later for God’s sakes

TL:DR: Yuuri and Victor are in love and even though they have their own ways of showing it, it is THEIRS. Stop belittling it and saying something along the lines of “IT’S TOXIC!!!!” regarding it. Cause there’s a word for people showing distaste towards LGBT couples’ ways of showing affections? What was that again???

ok but imagine how lit pokemon go would be at hogwarts

Say hello to Fudge!

Fudge is also a rescue from Animals in Distress and he has been with us for just over a year. When Flash needed a new friend, this is the first place we came, they had loads of lonely males that needing pairing up so we had quite a lot to choose from!

Fudge was the first piggy we saw, and he melted our hearts as he came to say hello to us. It was actually Matt who made the decision to try him first - we figured if the pairing wasn’t successful there were many others we could have tried.

Fudge and Flash hit it off instantly. As soon as they met each other they were just in love! Fudge was OBSESSED with Flash! We left the boys with Animals in Distress for a few days to check how they were once they’d settled down, and for the first night they kept them next to each other but in different areas, and Fudge couldn’t wait to be back by Flash’s side!

The two boys together are just wonderful. They won’t go anywhere without the other right next to them, and whenever Fudge can’t see Flash he squeaks at the top of his voice until they are reunited again!

Fudge is my ADHD pig, he has to be everywhere, smell everything, look at everything, eat everything… He is also incredibly bouncy which is wonderful to see because I know he’s happy. He’s my chubby ginger puff ball and i’m still completely thrilled at how wonderful his rehoming with us turned out to be!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I ask for headcanons of cute dates for Izaya and Shizuo with their s/o?


- He loves café dates, especially during summer time when you can sit outside the shop. He gets to spend time with his beloved and won’t miss out on any events concerning his humans if something were to catch his eye.

- also likes taking them to the park or just for window shopping in the city, basically anything where he can combine his two favorite things

- every date has to include a stop at a purikura which is probably the only place you’ll get to see him make funny faces and poses without holding back

- if it’s been a really long time since the last date, every drink is on him, only drinks though so bring your purse

- generally he never plans his dates and spontanously decides with you what to do

- another possibility are stay at home dates

-this man lives off kombini food so cooking (keep an eye on him though) and eating together at home is heaven for him

- watching movies with him can go two ways
1. He analyses the characters in the movie and either compliments them or finds faults in almost every move the characters did (need I mention that he WILL write a comment about this movie on the internet under some fake name)
2. He enjoys it, but can’t shut up and talks to you the whole time

- when the two of you are alone he likes to keep you close and hold you, since he can’t and doesn’t want to hold your hand or somethig in public because of all his enemies

- needless to say, if anybody dares to disturb his dates they will be picked on for at least a month mercilessly no matter the reason


- dates with him are generally calm, he just wants to talk to you and take a break from his hectic life

- he likes to go to places where nobody really knows him so he’s rarely in ikebukuro when on a date (he doesn’t want to risk running into izaya because then his anger would get the better of him and the date would be ruined)

- places he likes to go to are arcades, theme parks and beaches

- he enjoys trying out sweets with you and the two of you always share each others meals so you never order the same thing

- he loves the drinks that come with heart-shaped straws for couples, he will be red to his neck but he will still do it (you have to order though he’s too shy)

- he wants to pay for everything and is eager to buy you anything that you comment on (stop him, he will go bankrupt)
“That dress is so cute, wow” “You want that?” “Shizuo, it’s december.”

- always has this calm look but inside his heart is beating like crazy he enjoys your company so much he can’t believe you willingly date him at all

- he will try his hardest to compliment your outfit, not because it’s hard to find something to say but because the words barely come out at all

- he likes taking walks when it’s raining so he can hold the umbrella up for you and thus has a reason to keep you close in public

- everywhere he goes with you he has this proud look that screams “yes, this is my s/o”

The Old Days

Originally posted by -voddeke-

Request: Heeey :) Are you taking requests? Could you maybe write a Merlin x reader where they were friends as kids and later her parents died and the king of another kingdom adopted her. Later she is the Queen and Arthur invites her because Uther and her adoptive father used to be really good friends and she sees Merlin and a lots of fluff with happy end? :) hope it’s not too long ❤

Author’s Note: This is for @createdbytinyaddiction. I love this request and the idea of it and hope that you enjoy this little One Shot 😊

Your childhood was great, you had a best friend, the best parents and lots of fun every day. You would always run around the village with Merlin and play hide and seek or tag or you would lay down in the grass. When you found out about his magic, you were ecstatic. He would always make you laugh with it, loving how happy you were with his magic.

But everything changed, when you parents died of an illness and you were left an orphan. Of course Merlin’s mother took you in, but not even Merlin was able to make you smile with his magic. You lost your parents and felt so alone, even though you weren’t. Merlin was there for you, holding you at night, when you couldn’t sleep and cried all the time. He was the best friend anyone could ask for. After months he finally got a smile out of you, but it soon disappeared, when a king visited the village and heard of your story. He thought of you as very beautiful and charming and because his queen and himself couldn’t carry a child on their own, they took you with them. You were happy to have a family again, but devastated that you lost your friend.

Years later you faced the same destiny again. You parents passed away, but not of an illness but of their age. They had a happy life with you and you were thankful for everything they did for you.

Now you are the Queen and a loved one as well. You never forgot your routes and therefore make sure that every last village of your kingdom is doing well, visiting them yourself, making sure they are safe and have enough supplies.

The same day you got an invitation of King Arthur of Camelot, asking you for a visit to renew the old bonds between your kingdoms. Your father and Uther were good friends after all. It was hard for your father to hear that Uther passed away and now that Arthur heard of yours, he wanted to make sure, that you two kept the good relationship.

Soon enough you are on your way to Camelot and pretty excited to see your longtime friend Arthur again. You two didn’t see each other very often in the past, but when you did, you always had a good time together.

You arrive in Camelot and Arthur greets you immediately helping you of your horse, giving you a big hug. You hug him back, glad to see a close friend after everything. You two pull apart and you can’t resist it but bow for him.

“Your majesty.” You say with a big smile.

“My queen.” He answers smiling and bowing down.

You two laugh and you link your arm with his and make your way inside.

“How was the way here?” he asks.

“Very long, I don’t remember it to be this long.” You say and smile  at him.

“You just never paid attention to the way.” He says simply.

“True. How have you been Arthur?” you ask him sincerely, you haven’t spoken since Uther’s funeral.

“Pretty good actually. A lot changed to the better here. I do things very different than my father used, too.” He said.

“I knew you would, I only heard good about you. I’m afraid I’ll lose my citizens to Camelot.” You chuckle, making him laugh, too.

“Oh trust me, with you as Queen, I should be worried about my kingdom.” You both smile at each other and make your way inside the dining hall. That’s when you stop right in your tracks, looking at the clumsy looking boy filling up the goblets.

“Are you alright?” Arthur asks you concerned, looking in the direction you are looking at.

“Merlin?” you ask looking straight at him. The boy turns around and looks at you. Recognizing you, he lets the goblet he just filled fall down to the floor. A smile reaches your face and you run towards him. He moves towards you, too with open arms. You fall into him and hug him as close as you could and he tightens his grip around you.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbles in your neck.

“I missed you, too.” You say happy tears rolling down your face. He pulls back and holds you at arm’s length. He cups your face with his hands and wipes away your tears.

Meanwhile Arthur stands there dumbfounded and looks between Merlin and you, not being able to believe what is going on at the moment.

“Can someone explain to me what all this is about?” he asks.

“Oh Arthur, I’m so sorry. Merlin and I know each other since forever. We grew up together.” You say, smiling at Merlin, still keeping an arm around him.

“The village you got adopted from, was Merlin’s village?” Arthur asks.

“Yes” you and Merlin answer in unison and then chuckle.

The rest of the day you spend with Merlin, catching up on everything you had missed in each other’s life the past years. Arthur was sulking the whole time until he finally gave up and left the two of you alone. After a while Merlin and you went for ride outside of Camelot and soon enough you two are lying in the grass and Merlin makes you laugh with his magic, like in the old days.

“I missed this.” Merlin said, rolling to the side, smiling at you.

“I missed this, too.” You said.

“I could’ve needed this from time to time.” You said and Merlin nodded. With Merlin around you totally forgot that you are a Queen. It send you right back into childhood. Not worrying about anything.

At some point at night, Arthur has had enough and starts searching for Merlin. He looks everywhere but can’t find him. He makes his way to your room and knocks.

“My lady? Are you there?” he asks. Nobody answers, so he lets himself him.

“Hello?” he asks, peaking through the door.

What he sees makes him smile. He knew about this best friend of yours from you childhood, but he never knew it was Merlin. He is very happy, that you found this very important person again. You needed this.

Honestly, he invited you to make sure you were okay. The refreshment of the good relationship between the kingdoms was just an excuse. He knew how hard it was on him, when his father died and it wasn’t your first time to lose your parents.

He smiles and gets a blanket, to cover the two of you. He would make sure nobody would disturb the two of you.

Merlin and you were laying on the floor cuddled up in each other on lots of blankets and pillows and feathers. You two always wanted to make a pillow fight, but never had the chance to. And it sure wore you two out.

Both of you with a smile on your lips, slept soundly together on the mess.

Arthur blows out the candles and quietly closes the door behind him. But still he would have to talk to Merlin tomorrow, about his unpolished amour.

Let Me Still Be What You Want

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Summary: Magnus knows they need to talk. The question is how to begin?

Courage. Courage is not the thing that he is feeling, yet he is skilled in hiding behind a mask of bravado, slinging back his drink as though it’s not the thing steadying him, and pretending everything is fine.

Except with him.

Magnus feels Alec approach without having to even look for him, sure the air shifted and parted just for Alec to come stand by his side. And now that he’s stood there, it’s so very hard to listen to what he’s telling him. The small talk they’re making sounds easy to outside ears yet to Magnus is brittle, fracturing in chunks, and the words are hard to make out when it feels like he’s dying inside.

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Templars Knights and Seborga!!!!

Hello, people. I have to talk about this, is has been following me all weekend.(since I realised it)

First, I have noticed a lot of people don’t know there exist a Knight Templar character( he is so cute!!) So, here I will put a photo of him

(Teutonic Knights is in the left, in the background for the cross it is Knights Hospitaller, and in the right is Knights Templar )

here another

Here another extract from the blog:

[Knights Templar]

They used to offer protection and lodgings for pilgrims.

The Templars worked for the Christian church after they lost the Holy Land. But perhaps since they were so good at making money, they met a death so horrific you can’t blame them for coming back as zombies to seek revenge in Director Schnaas’ movies.

(That is true, look for Templars death at your own risk, the poor fellow T-T)

So, okay, I love this little fluffy cutie since he first saw him,(he appears a few more times, all cute) what of it?

Well I was on tv tropes for Hetalia and I found this thing on ymmw:

Obfuscating Stupidity: Seborga, acknowledging the part the Templar Knights played in his history.

??, What does Seborga, for all who do not know, is a micronation with long history in Italy, have to do with Templars???

(pictured above: Seborga)

The thing is, if you look for Seborga history, you will most likely find the history of GIorgio and his claim on independency based on legal errors( is pretty logical, actually), but if you put Seborga and Templars….



Seborga was born as a place owned by monks of the Cisterian order, and was the first Cisterian state on the world (it was ruled by abbots(monks)). The first NIne Templars were knighted there. (I believe Templars was born on Jerusalem and gained status as an order on Seborga, but it could be the other way around) Seborga is a bit older but practically the same age, and at the time he was named Castrum Sepulcri, that means fort of silence(or of the dead), basically a fort.(home).

A lot of the Grand Masters of the Templars were Seborga leaders, this is possible because unlike THE REST OF THE WORLD, Seborga was reigned by monks. This is the most close you can get to marriage with celibate Templars.(well, ok, this is my shipping side talking, but they were really close)

And, like, Seborga even formed Knights,  The Knights, Escuyer of the the Sovereign Order of Castrum Sepulcri, Escuyer means squire, basically like Templars squire. (there is a funny anecdote where seborga was captured and escaped by his charisma). 

Please take a minute of your time to google Seborga and templars, bacause I am not making justice to this. 

And if you look at Seborga today, he has Templars paintings everywhere (and two templars churches, and Malta cross, but that because he was friends with Hospitller too), and cartoon figures of templars, in the tourist reviews, they say they are everywhere.(this, I believe, translates into seborga having a room in his house filled with templars images/things, or even his whole house, because it is everywhere)

 there is even problems now in Seborga with a cult that is buying properties of the micronation because of the templars influence. (yeah, what is happenign with that, anyone know, it sounds a bit alarming)

 Seborga still remembers (and misses) Templars, a lot.

 Templars and Seborga were childhood friends, they almost shared house (except Templars was wandering, but seborga house must have been a bit like his own, seeing ex-bosses and so), and it is like nobody of hetalia knows it. I have to inform everywhere of Seborga heartbreaking story.

I need seborga/templars things, people,sad things of seborga remembering templars, please, happy things of them being together when young, anything. fics, art, something (I can write, but not draw at all, it is killing me)

anonymous-bush  asked:

Wing AU? Saru with dark, slim, beautiful wings. The Kings have the biggest, strongest wings. I imagine Munakata with dark wings with blue flame coming from the edges, and Mikoto has wings of fire. Nagare's wings are white, like Anna's, but they crackle with green electricity. Yata's wings look like bright orange fire and he loves to wrap Fushimi up in them~ Thoughts?

I’m imagining that say in this AU everyone is born with small white wings that then grow into something else as they get older and people are judged on the quality and size of their wings, like the most successful and talented people tend to have really huge wing spans and super impressive wings – and only those with larger wings can actually fly too so there’s like this unspoken caste system that tends to look down more on people whose wings are considered too small or deformed somehow. Niki probably has these terrible hellfire wings, all red feathers tinged in black and the feathers are really jagged and sharp looking but even so he can fly a little with them. When Fushimi’s little Niki plucks a bunch of feathers from his little baby white wings, leaving a bunch of bald spots where the feathers haven’t grown back, and due to the combination of stress and neglect some of Fushimi’s other feathers fall out entirely. By the time he reaches middle school his ‘true’ wings have started to come in but it’s no comfort, his wings are this really dark murky black (and having black wings is considered a bad sign, like if your pure white wings have gone black there must be something wrong with you) and there are spots where the feathers are mottled in white or red, places where his feathers originally fell out. His feathers are a mess too, all different sizes and angles and his wings are far too slim to allow him to fly. Fushimi pretty much doesn’t give a shit though because of course his wings would be the kind that he couldn’t fly with and anyway he’s not like all those other idiots walking around trying to show their wings off or brag about their wingspan.

That’s when he meets Yata, who has these red and orange wings that look like a fire, but they’re really fluffy and the feathers are soft. Yata can’t quite fly with them but when he’s on his skateboard if he extends them behind him he feels like he’s flying anyway (oh oh imagine the scene from LSW with Fushimi, Yata and Aya on the bike, Yata’s got his wings out and they’re like stretching on either side of Fushimi so it feels like he’s in a tunnel of flames but he’s not scared at all, and behind Fushimi there’s Aya with her slim pink swan-like wings outstretched and then Fushimi unconsciously starts to stretch his too, the wings he always keeps hunched close and never spreads fully and for the first time in his life he really feels like he’s flying, there on the back on Yata’s bike). Yata’s the first person who thinks Fushimi’s wings are really cool, like look at how sleek they are and the black is so striking and the feathers feel super smooth, Yata loves running his fingers through Fushimi’s wings. Fushimi acts like he doesn’t care what Yata thinks of his wings but it always makes his breath catch a little, when Yata tells him how amazing his wings are. When the two of them move in together sometimes they lie side by side on Yata’s bunk discussing their plans for all the great things they’re going to do and Yata wraps his wings around Fushimi so that it feels like they’re living in this small cozy world, just the two of them, and sometimes Fushimi’s wings stretch just a bit to touch Yata’s, connecting just a little bit.

So then the surprise party incident happens and that’s when they meet Mikoto who has the biggest wings Yata and Fushimi have ever seen, these huge red ones with real fire blossoming along the edges and when Mikoto uses his Red King powers to the full extent his wings burst entirely into flame and it’s like a fireball. The rest of Homra have wings that are touched by fire in some way too – maybe people don’t just have feathered wings in this AU too, imagine Totsuka with wings that look like they belong to one of his flame butterflies (Anna’s ‘true’ wings are just coming in, downy white mixed with hints of red, and when she awakens as King all the white feathers fall to the ground like rain as she extends her red burning wings wide, a wingspan even greater than Mikoto’s, a phoenix rising). Fushimi’s actually afraid of Mikoto’s wings especially, like he can’t help but flinch every time Mikoto opens his wings fully. He’s also secretly jealous because Yata is so impressed that Mikoto-san can fly, and of course Fushimi knows that he’ll never be able to match that.

Then Fushimi meets Munakata and Munakata’s the only one he’s seen whose wings can rival Mikoto’s except Munakata’s are these sleek cobalt blue ones, growing brighter around the edges, just this amazing gradient of blue upon blue and Munakata loves to spread them wide whenever he’s making grand pronouncements. When he’s not trying to be impressive though Munakata keeps his wings neatly folded and sometimes they almost look like part of his uniform. Fushimi can’t help but feel drawn to those wings somehow and when Munakata tries to recruit him maybe instead of Fushimi’s leg moving unconsciously to Munakata’s side one wing opens on that side instead. Fushimi breaks things off like in canon, burning his tattoo and all, but maybe after he and Yata part he spots a fallen feather from Yata’s wings and ends up keeping it despite himself. Meanwhile Yata goes to pack up their old apartment and he finds one of Fushimi’s feathers. He wants to burn it into nothing but he can’t bring himself to do it, keeping it with him like tucked in his hat somehow and maybe it was one of those mottled feathers, black and red, and the whole time Fushimi thinks Yata’s been keeping one of Mikoto’s feathers when it’s actually his.

Then jungle, imagine Hisui’s wings aren’t real ones at all but these giant electricity ones that the Slate kinda made for him because when Hisui 'died’ his real wings hadn’t come in yet and being technically dead he couldn’t grow his real ones anymore. But the desire for them is there and the shape remains rooted in Hisui’s soul, how they should look, and the Slate answers that desire by giving him a mock version of what he should have. When the undercover mission happens Fushimi and Munakata fight and maybe Munakata makes a comment about Fushimi’s wings, the black color and how they’re so small and thin and useless, he’ll never fly with them and they’re really almost malformed in a way, just like Fushimi’s own twisted loyalties. Fushimi tries not to take that to heart but of course he does, even as he intends to carry out Munakata’s plan to the end.

Yata of course shows up to save Fushimi and when they escape Yata’s having trouble keeping ahead of Sukuna, like he’s on his skateboard with Fushimi on his back and Sukuna’s so close to catching up, and there are holes in the floor that Yata’s worried he won’t be able to skateboard over. Yata finally yells at Fushimi that they need to fly, Fushimi clicks his tongue because neither one of them can fly, idiot, and Yata’s just like shut up, I can’t fly on my own but if you’re with me we can definitely do it. They reach like this giant gap in the floor and Yata stretches his wings out, speeding up, determined to fly over it and save Fushimi. Fushimi stares at Yata in surprise and he finds his own wings stretching out too, all the way, the two of them flapping in unison as they just soar over the gap, completely airborne and in control and breathless for just a moment. Afterward Fushimi tries to act like it was nothing but Yata’s not giving up that easily, saying this is why he’s not letting Fushimi push him away again – sure they aren’t Kings and they can’t fly alone, but that’s why they’re supposed to be together because the only way Yata can soar is if Fushimi’s by his side.

I Can’t Make You Love Me

…if you don’t. You can’t make your heart feel something that it won’t.

a Tony Stark series; author: @clareae | chapter 01

  • genre: romance, action
  • trigger: none
  • word count: 1387 words
  • summary: Reader and Tony found comfort in each other while they were trying to mend their own broken hearts.
  • a/n: Welcome to the first chapter of my first series! This story is inspired by one of my favourite songs, I Can’t Make You Love Me by Bonnie Raitt and it begins after The Winter Soldier and before the Age of Ultron, meaning there will be no Bucky, Wanda, Pietro, and Vision for the first few chapters. I hope you guys enjoy this series involving reader and Tony, but note that you won’t see that pairing until a few chapters, so meanwhile enjoy some Steven and reader fluff!

You liked the air conditioning on full blast even though you’ll end up freezing at night and pulling the duvet up to your chin. As per usual, when the sun was just about to rise, you reached out across the king-sized bed and felt a warm presence on your fingertips. You shifted across the bed and lifted his right arm before snuggling yourself under to it to find warmth from the cold air, resting your entire body against him. It took Steve a second to respond, but he was always the light sleeper that he’d notice every move you were making. He pulled you closer against his body and rubbed your back, sending warmth across your frame; he knew that you wouldn’t want the air conditioning to be turned off because then you’d feel too hot to cuddle him and he wouldn’t want the morning snuggles to stop.

The two of you fell right back asleep until the sun finally rises and JARVIS had the windows slowly lose its dimming night-effect as the sunshine grows brighter.

Steve’s lips made its way from the top of your head, to your forehead, down to the tip of your nose, and finally pressed them against yours.

“Good morning,” he greeted you.

“No…five more minutes,” You groaned and mumbled, needing more sleep after an incredibly long and tiring week filled with endless work.

Steve chuckled, slowly running his hand up and down your back, occasionally wiggling his fingers on your waist to tickle you, causing you to laugh.

“It’s too early,” you protested with a smile you couldn’t suppress, finally opening your eyes to look at him. His blue eyes were best view when the sun is shining, causing you to notice the bits of green freckles to those blue hues.

A few moments later, the two of you were the first to sit on the chairs around the kitchen island, enjoying your breakfasts while teasing each other. One by one, everyone emerged. Tony would be the first; usually he was grabbing some junk food before heading to sleep.

“You know life is great when your mornings are filled with watching a 95-year-old man and a girl about seven decades younger than him play footsie with each other,” Tony commented sarcastically as he snatched the two stripes of bacon from your plate. Both of you learned to just shrug it off, knowing that he was joking–probably just jealous because even though he and Pepper works just as hard as the two of you, they have less time for each other.

He went off to bed and that was when Bruce would usually walk out of his room, tugging his long sleeves before pouring himself some of the coffee you left in the coffee maker. Nat was next, followed by Sam. The two of them helped themselves to some coffee before Nat headed to Clint’s bedroom to drag him from his ‘nest’. They’d cook themselves breakfast and all of you threw remarks at each other and made fun of each other before it’s finally time to shower and get ready for whatever it is you had to do that day.

Steve had just came back home from a mission and that means he gets some time off before he has to work again if there is no emergency that needed Captain America. You were excited about the day you two are going to have, but it was not to last as expected.

“Cap, you need to see this,” Sam came out of nowhere and handed him an iPad while the two of you were lounging in front of the TV.

You peeked into the video footage that showed a masked figure walking in the middle of the street with a lot of people around him. Without even looking at it, you already knew who it was. Bucky had been a part of Steve’s life since before you even met him, obviously. The day Steve met Bucky was one of the hardest days for the two of you; Steve had to send you to a safe house to avoid anyone ever looking for you in case they know about you while he was accused of betraying the country. Right after that, Steve went on a nonstop search for his long lost best friend who he didn’t even know was alive.

Of course, Steve would come home every now and again to get some rest after searching for Bucky tirelessly along with Sam, but on those days he would spend his time still making sure that he has eyes everywhere looking for Bucky.

Sam had already filled Steve in with every information he has about the footage while you were in deep thought. You knew this meant that Steve was going away again; but you do not know when he would lose Bucky’s trail again, or find an empty apartment that Bucky once lived in, or even maybe finally catch on to Bucky. Sometimes he’ll leave for three days, other times a week, and rarely, the whole month–maybe more. As Sam left to get ready, Steve had already turned his head to look at you.

He knew you were disappointed. You didn’t spend Thanksgiving together, nor did you spend Christmas, and the New Year’s. You were hoping you could spend Valentine’s Day together–cheesy as it might–but you just wanted to celebrate a day with him. A day where you both can get a day off from work and just concentrate on the relationship you have been building for almost a year. You looked back at him with a sad smile.

“I have to go,” he simply said, noting  the sadness in your eyes.

“I know,” you sighed. There was really never stopping him; there was never even a debate on whether or not you’ll let him go.

You stood up and he stood up too, making your way back to your bedroom to help him get ready with his gear. He’d change to his suits while you pack some fresh clothes and some essentials. While you fit his white t-shirt in his bag, you smiled at the thought of the first time he let you pack for him.

“(Y/N), at this rate you’re going to break my only bag,” he chuckled, looking at you trying to zip up his overloaded bag as he strapped up. “What are you even packing in there?” Steve asked, walking over to you and opening up the duffel bag before he broke into a laugh.

“What? I don’t know how long you’re going to be gone for and I just want to make sure that you have enough clothes. Pretty sure you’re not going to have enough time to do laundry or send your clothes to dry cleaning,” You defended yourself.

“Sweetie, I’m not going on a vacation, I don’t need that many jackets,” he chuckled as he pulled out two out of the three jacket you brought him. “Or pajamas,” Steve added again while he also pulled out the pajamas you brought him.

“I told you, I know you’re not going to do laundry so what if your pajamas is dirty or your jacket gets mud all over them? Better safe than sorry,” you shrugged, putting the clothes he took out back inside his wardrobe.

“I’m going to be in my suit the whole time, so-” Steve paused mid-sentence and pulled out a couple laundry bags. “What?” He laughed.

“I thought you were going to have dirty clothes, so you have to separate them,” you explained yourself while you laughed along with him. Steve pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss you,” he said.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he paused. “But I do have to go. I gotta find him,” Steve said.

You wanted to make him stay, but you knew you can’t be selfish with this so you turned around and hugged him back. “I know,” you simply said. “I just want you to be careful, that’s all,” you lied–well not really, you do want him to be careful but you also want him to just stay.

“I love you,” Steve kissed you. “I’m going to be back before you know it,” he promised you.

Alec Hardy is pretty depressed and lonely in S2, and in a lot of ways his house is a focal point for this. Many a time we see him alone, sobbing, having a mild breakdown or a health scare in that sad little blue house by the river. The season even opens with Hardy alone and obviously unhappy in that house.

In S02E05, things change dramatically. Ellie takes over. “I’m gonna solve it [Sandbrook]. I’m gonna need your wall.”

She takes charge of his house and the Sandbrook files. Hardy sits on the step and promptly passes out. He recovers enough to go and find Jocelyn to do his will, then spends the entire night being angsty and dramatic on top of cliffs.

He avoided going home because he feared to sleep and couldn’t take any more nightmares; but also because he couldn’t bear to come home to an empty house. He couldn’t face that loneliness, that reminder that he lives alone, that his family is gone.

So of course, imagine his shock when he does come home in the morning. Not only has Miller stayed over all night, but without his knowledge or consent she moved everything around. Look at his face:

Ellie quite literally pops up from a sea of evidence

This woman just stayed over at his place uninvited, completely trashed his house, went through all his stuff, ate all his food and used all his teabags, put a toddler in his bed, greeted him by whisper-yelling questions about murders to him, and you know what?

He likes it.

He really likes it.

(my love)

I adore how quickly he accepts it. “Alright, she lives here now. She’s in charge.” The very next scene is:

Hardy taking on parenting duties and domestic responsibilities from Miller. Hardy liking that Fred is in his life and in his home as much as he likes that Miller’s there. “Alright I guess that’s my son now. Gimme that pram.” It’s like he’s suddenly got this little surrogate family.

Hardy looking at all the handwritten notes Miller left for him also kills me:

Look how fucking cute this is. Hardy’s been alone in this tiny blue house for months, hating Broadchurch and hating living here and hating being alone, but now the Ellie hurricane has arrived. She’s everywhere in his home. He can’t look anywhere without being reminded of her influence. Her voice even speaks to him from the wall of evidence via these notes, making sense of all the nightmares and traumas about Sandbrook that plague him.





LOOK. AT. HIM. HE’S SO OFFENDED. “HOW DARE U INSULT MILLER’S GARBAGE DUMP AESTHETIC.” I cannot get over this line, because when people like Olly, Maggie and Lee showed up and came into his house and invaded his personal space he just sort of accepted it. He hates living in Broadchurch and he’s staying here out of necessity. This house is where the full weight of his loneliness hits him. But now Ellie’s here, so excuse me, this is my house. “This is my house, it’s great, it’s got Ellie in it and a cute toddler and I will not tolerate any criticism of Ellie’s interior design choices.” He’s proud of it. He likes living here.

In the very next episode, Hardy gets his pacemaker. Tess says the doctors advise him to stay in the hospital. He replies, “Take me home.” Home. To his blue house in Broadchurch. The one that Ellie’s put her mark all over. The one that Ellie rearranged. The one that she made a home. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than there.

The last thing he looks at before he goes to sleep:

Ellie’s evidence wall, her handwritten notes, her voice.

And the first thing he sees when he wakes up the next day?

Ellie. Ellie in his home. Ellie looking at him and smiling, conveniently after he’d just vividly hallucinated about Claire discussing what it feels like to be madly in love with someone, to the point you consider them your other half.

Hardy’s home is in Broadchurch. More than that, his home is with Ellie. The way she takes over his house and rearranges all his Sandbrook files mirrors how she does the same for his mind, his heart, his soul. Everything was cluttered and illegible and suffocating; she unboxed all that evidence and made sense of it. His house was empty; he had no-one in his life.

And then she came along, and suddenly his house wasn’t such a bad place after all, and life was even worth living too.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

in which Annabeth and Percy meet while waiting in line to meet a certain jolly fat man in red

Words: 2,933

Warnings: Language.

               Annabeth doesn’t hate Christmas. Oh, no. She loves Christmas – the presents, the bonding, the food. She loves to get drunk with the spirit of it (amongst other things). She’s all for Christmas jingles and fruit cake and snow angels and whatever. Annabeth doesn’t hate Christmas.

               She does, however, hate waiting in line. And crowds. And noise. And having to babysit her brothers. It doesn’t matter if it’s the ‘most wonderful time of the year’ – she will never not hate having to wait to meet and greet Santa Claus.

               Okay, to be fair, this is her first time ever to wait in line for some fat old man wearing a costume in the mall. She was never into those things as a kid. She preferred to spend her holidays in bed, with a book, drinking hot chocolate. Not once did she believe in ol’ Saint Nick – given that her father never really told Annabeth about him. Or any of those children’s fictional characters, for that matter.

               But, come on, her brothers were 11 fucking years old. 11, okay? They very well know that the Jolly Fat Man is a bunch of bull, yet they insist on going to meet him. And since both her dad and step-mom are busy with work and dinner preparations respectively, they dubbed Annabeth as babysitter for the day.

               “You know, Bobby, I bet I’m going to receive better presents than you this year.” Matthew taunts his brother.

               “Yeah, right; I always receive the better presents, Matt, and you know that.” Bobby sticks his tongue out, in which Matt returns the gesture to Bobby. They banter for a couple minutes on who’ll get the better present, and the line is hardly moving, so Annabeth’s mood worsens. Honestly, her brothers are so immature. And stupid, really.

               “You guys do realize that you always receive the same presents, right?” Annabeth says, glaring at the two of them. This shuts them up for a while, to Annabeth’s relief, but they go at it again with a different thing to fight about. Annabeth decides to shut them out, only talking to them if they neglect to step forward when the line (finally) moves.

               She’s humming to a song when she hears one of her brothers mention the word ‘Iron Man’. Being a Marvel fan, she decides to listen in.

               “Seriously, Iron Man could beat Captain America any day. He has the suit!”

               “No way. Captain America is a super-soldier. Without the suit, Iron Man’s nothing.”

               The argument goes on, Annabeth – for the first time – listening intently, until their faces were so close to each other, she actually gets scared that they’ll beat each other to death if this continues. She pulls Bobby away (or Matthew, she doesn’t really care right now) and steps in between them.

               “You know, as amazing Cap and Iron Man would be, I’d say Thor would be able to beat the crap out of them both. At the same time.” Annabeth says and her plan works. The only way to stop Bobby and Matthew from arguing against each other is if they find something to argue against her.

               “That’s stupid –“

               “Iron Man and Captain America would beat Thor –“

               “It’s two against one –“

               “All he has is his hammer –“

               Annabeth doesn’t reason with them. She just pushes them forward when the line moves, relieved to see that there are less than 5 people between them and the fat man in red.

               She hears a soft chuckle behind her, then a voice. “Scarlet Witch could totally beat all their asses.”

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really, i am an absolute speed demon and i have zero shame

The Beginning: Chapter Fourteen - Female!Joker x Charlie Quinn

LOOKS WHO FINALLY GOT HER SHIT TOGETHER AND WROTE THE NEXT CHAPTER OF BEGINNING. It’s been so long since I’ve written for this, so it might not be too good, but I tried. I hope it turned out well. Enjoy! - J.xx

She was here. She was standing above him, and she was finally with him again. The sight of her calmed the rapid beating of his heart, happy to be with her once more. He climbed back off of the floor, and she smiled sweetly, opening her arms to him. He more than happily returned the smile and started walking towards her, but she always seemed to stay just out of his reach.

Wait!” he cried, when he realized that no matter how hard he tried or how fast he ran, she was always inches away. He just couldn’t close the distance between them. His feet felt like they had been replaced with lead, like he was running through quicksand and was slowly sinking. “Please, stay here! Don’t leave me!”

But it was no use, he couldn’t catch up to her. So he fell to his knees, watching as the sight of her disappeared before him, the happy feeling that had been ignited inside of his chest suddenly snuffed out.

“Please don’t go,” he mumbled, desperately wishing for her to return.

She’d been so close, so close, and he let her slip away. He should’ve tried harder; if only he had, she’d still be here with him! He would’ve caught her and everything would’ve been alright. Idiot, idiot, idiot. Now look at what you’ve done! How do expect her to want you now, you complete fuck-up!

“AGH!” he screamed, pounding his fists against the floor, trying to take out all of his frustrations on the unyielding ground. The pain barely registered as he continued his assault, his voice beginning to grow hoarse from his constant screaming.

“What do you think you’re doing, baby boy?” came her voice through his agony.

His head snapped up at the sound, finding her resting on the arm of his couch, one leg crossed over the other. She looked down at him curiously, her head cocked to the side. Then she stood from her spot, taking a few long strides over to him on the floor, bending down.

Grasping his chin in her head, she stared at him before frowning. “You pathetic piece of garbage, how do you expect me to want you if you can’t even keep up with me? I need someone who can keep up with me, and you certainly cannot.”

“But I was trying, I was trying so hard, and I just couldn’t get to you-”

“I don’t accept excuses,” she hissed, letting go of his chin and pushing away from him like he made her sick.

“No, please!” he pleaded before the sounds of breaking glass cut him off.

Both of them turned towards the window, finding a man in dark armor standing in a circle of shattered glass. She smiled, standing up to her full height at the sight of him. Sauntering over to the mysterious man, she dragged a hand down the side of his face, chuckling.

“Oh, Batsy, how nice of you to drop by,” she purred.

“I’m not here for pleasantries, Joker,” Batman grunted, grabbing her by the hair and punching her directly in the nose. Her hands flew up to her face, blooding already spilling over her pearly white skin.

“What are you doing?” he cried, trying to stand back up but it was like he was cemented to the floor. So he was forced to watch this monster of a man brutalize the woman he loved. “Stop it!”

Her laughter filled his ears as Batman continued to beat her senseless, hardly even bothering to fight back. He watched as blow after blow landed, blood splattering everywhere. He suddenly felt something wet on his own face, realizing that he was crying.

“Stop doing this, she did nothing wrong! Just stop!” he cried out again, but his words fell onto deaf ears. Batman wasn’t slowing down anytime soon, and it looked like she was beginning to realize this too.

“Alright, Batsy, isn’t that enough?” she managed through his punches, “You’re going to kill-”

“That’s the whole point, Joker,” the masked vigilante interrupted, wrapping his hands around her narrow throat and squeezing.

Finally attempting to retaliate, she reached forward and tried clawing at his eyes, but they did nothing to stop him. With inhuman strength, he crushed her larynx as she let out her last few dying laughs.

Watching as her lifeless body fell to the floor, a burning rage kindled inside of him. Another scream ripped from his chest, lifting himself from the floor and flinging himself at Batman, who easily dodged his clumsy attack.

“You thought you could change her? Make her better?” the other man grunted, deflecting his poorly thrown punches without breaking a sweat. “She can’t love anyone but herself. I saved you.”

“You didn’t save me, you-”

And then the Batman was laughing, actually laughing at him. It seemed wrong for something so happy to be coming out of something that looked so dark, so enraging. He went to throw another punch, but his hand just hit air. Batman was gone.

Looking around his apartment frantically, he found she had disappeared as well. She was no longer lying face down on the floor where that monster had dropped her so unceremoniously. Falling to the floor again, he raked his fingers through his hair, tugging hard.

What was happening to him? What was happening to him? What was happening to him?

Rolling onto his side, he pulled his knees to his chest. He slowly felt the tension melting out of his shoulder. Closing his eyes, he hugged his knees closer to him. This was all a dream, this isn’t real. You were just stupid and dropped the canister.

When he opened his eyes again, he didn’t know how long he had been lying there. His body ached like it never has before. Looking around, he found his apartment in complete disarray, things thrown everywhere.

Groaning, he lifted himself from the floor, running a hand through his hair which felt wet. Pulling his hand away, he found it covered it blood. “What the hell…”

“About time you woke back up,” someone muttered angrily from behind him.

Whipping around, he saw her sitting on his couch, looking perfectly alive and irritated. He let out a sigh of relief before realizing that she still might be a hallucination. So he began looking around his apartment again, praying that the Batman wouldn’t come back to finish what he started.

“What do you think you are doing, baby boy?” she asked, repeating herself from the beginning of this nightmare.

“Can’t have him come back, can’t let him hurt you,” he muttered more to himself, pacing around his apartment now, checking everywhere in case Batman might be lurking somewhere in the shadows.

“Can’t have who come back and hurt me, Charlie?” she asked as she stood from the couch, genuinely curious. And then she noticed the empty canister on the floor. “Oh, you clumsy little-”

“Shush! We can’t let him find you!” he whispered too loudly, peeking around the curtain to look outside to make sure he wasn’t waiting just outside the window.

“Whoever he is, they’re not real!” she cried, pulling him back from the window. “I’m not some delusion, you clumsy idiot!”

Staring at her with wide eyes, he finally understood. This wasn’t his nightmare anymore. She was actually here.

literally nothing makes me happier than thinking about the temperature difference in Southern Bitty and Canadian Jack. 

I love the fact that jack can’t help but chirp bitty during the winter about his layers and always being cold. but secretly jack’s favourite thing is being bitty’s personal heater throughout the cold months. because honestly? Jack Thrives  in the cold. he lives for it, more than half his year back home was full of snow, his canadian body has been born to adjust to the cold. And he’s so proud his canadian body can keep his cute boyfriend warm, its his new purpose in life.

Bitty thinks its hilarious that Jack can’t take the heat. Jack’s already back to shorts and a t-shirt before the snow is gone because “bits just cause the snow isn’t all gone doesn’t mean the sun is hot” and bitty is just like “jack there is snow it is still cold put pants on” but jack doesn’t, and bitty really doesn’t mind that much. And back before they were together, by the week before graduation, you can find a half naked young zimmermann laying on the floor anywhere. its like 26 one day and bitty is looking for jack to ask him about their final, and he has looked everywhere in the haus, and he knows he’s not in class, and the rink is being used for something today so he can’t be there. Eventually bitty gives up thinking maybe he’s at the library, and goes down to the creepy basement to get his extra butter to make a pie - because what else is he going to do (an unfinished essay? no) He gets down the stairs and rounds the corner, only to almost step on jack zimmermann’s arm. Jack is laying facedown on the sandy cement floor, with only a pair of loose shorts on, star spread. “umm… Jack hun, are you ok?” Jack groans and rolls over, giving a sigh when his back hits the cool cement floor, “’s hot” he wheezes. Bitty just throws one hand to his forehead in exasperation “Jack oh my god its not even 80 degrees” Jack just stands up walking to their deep freezer “I don’t speak Fahrenheit Bittle” opens the freezer and sits in it. 

and bitty thinks its literally the cutest thing.

Please add more!!