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YOIBB17 Project - #3

“I’ll ask you kindly not to interfere,” he says airily. He pulls away small clumps of snow clinging to his clothes and hair from the fall, teasing them to form a single, elaborate giant snowflake in his hand, which he stares at with a pensive sort of chagrin. “I’ve just forged a contract with this man, and it would be unfortunate if he dies before I get the chance to grant his wish.”

Viktor from And Mile to Go Before I Sleep (The magic/fantasy AU fic I am collaborating on with @orchids-and-fictional-cities)

I know we’ve talked about it before but Niall is SO SMART. He released Slow Hands at the beginning of our summer and he rode the wave of it being a banger. And now that it’s turning cold and misty, he releases this soulful, pensive, absolute BEAUTY of a song to ride through the fall/winter.

It’s genius. Not to mention really fucking good.

Tell Me True

Remember how there’s not enough Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again?? WELL HERE IS SOME MORE.

Abby loves a lot of things about being a cop, but handling vagrancy calls isn’t one of them. The only worse option is if it ends up being a drunk and disorderly, too. Just, she hates forcing people to move along when they’re only trying to survive on the streets. And while she can’t blame those who react poorly to her thinly-veiled orders, she doesn’t love getting cussed at either.

Luckily, her partner Stiles is always willing to step up. He intuitively grasps how to balance his authority with a friendly sympathy that reads as honest respect, not pity. Most of the city’s homeless accept Stiles as at least a friendly acquaintance, at this point. Considering he’s best known among his peers for his sharp tongue and a borderline troubling disregard for social norms, it’s a bit of a surprise, but when it comes to empathizing with the genuinely downtrodden? Stiles is your guy.

Which is probably why they get called to deal with the vagrant in the woods in the first place, and that’s when all the trouble starts.

“We’re looking at a Caucasian male, early thirties, six foot three, maybe 180 pounds,” Abby rattles off. “The biker who reported him said he seemed disoriented and was staggering around. Wasn’t dressed for the weather, started shouting at her when she approached and offered to help, stuff like that. There’s a possibility he could get violent if someone got too close, so it’s good we’re picking him up. My guess is a drunk and disorderly, but might be harder drugs.” She sighs. Not how she wanted to spend her Friday night.

“Fingers crossed for anything but meth,” Stiles says wryly as he slides into the driver’s seat and starts up the patrol car.

The sun sinks past the ridge as they drive, and by the time they’re out on the trail the biker indicated, evening shadows have settled into the already-dim woods. The path is uneven and narrow. While Stiles seems to be keeping his footing relatively well - surprisingly, Abby wouldn’t have pegged him for an outdoorsman - Abby herself is devoting all her attention to not twisting an ankle.

“Jeeze,” she mutters, fifteen minutes into the hike and no sign of their vagrant. “They could install a few lights, don’t you think? Even with the moon out I can barely see my feet. Why do the crazies always pick th- oof!” she grunts, bouncing off of Stiles where he’d come to an abrupt stop right in front of her. “What gives?”

He’s staring up at the full moon, a perfect white circle shining through the branches, stark against the darkening sky. It illuminates a surprisingly wary expression on his face, one disproportionate the situation in Abby’s estimation. They’ve handled this type of thing together so often it’s routine.

“Y’know, uh, it is getting dark,” he says, the lightness of his tone belying his narrow-eyed expression. “How about you head back to the car and get the flashlights?”

“What? You’re the one who said they’d just ruin our night vision,” Abby argues incredulously. “And if I go back, it’ll be at least half an hour before I catch up to you. Longer, if you keep hiking out. What if you run into this guy alone?”

“Naw, I’ll wait for you right here,” Stiles says quickly. A blatant lie.

But before Abby gets the chance to pester him into telling her what’s really up, the sound of snapping branches distracts them both. A pale figure stumbles into view farther down the trail, his light t-shirt standing out clearly among the dark trees. The vagrant.

“Hey there, sir,” Stiles says loud and firm, stepping forward with his hand carefully resting on his holster. “This is the police, we’re here to help. Sir?”

“Stay back,” the stranger shouts, a guttural, half-human growl. The sound of it makes the hair on the back of Abby’s neck stand up, her animal brain screaming run.

Stiles edges forwards, putting himself between Abby and the stranger. His animal brain apparently isn’t working. “Can’t do that, sir. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He unclips his gun as he speaks, every muscle on him tensed and ready.

The man’s almost doubled over, his back to them bowed and taunt, fingers gripping his own biceps with such force they almost look clawed. “Get away from me,” he shouts again, this time with something desperate in his tone. He glances back over his shoulder at them, as if to check if they’ve started running yet.

Abby gasps. For a second, the face she’d caught in the moonlight had seemed… wrong. Bulging and furred, monstrous. The man stumbles again, lets out a moan that’s half a roar.

“Stiles,” she hisses, pulling at his uniform. “Something’s off, this is weird. Let’s just go. We can block off the trail until morning and come pick him up then, with backup.”

But Stiles isn’t listening to her. His lips are parted, brows drawn in confusion. All the tense hesitation in his body has bled away, and his posture is open. His hand drops away from his weapon and he leans tentatively towards the stranger, rather than away.

“Derek?” he says in a small voice, too quiet for the man to hear from so far away.

Except the man freezes and turns his head to look at them, as if he somehow heard the name. His face looks human, now, and his voice is almost human, too, when he says, “Stiles?”

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Series: Hoseok | Jin | Jimin | Namjoon | Jungkook | Taehyung

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff; Soulmate!AU where you can hear music only if you have a soulmate.

Word Count: Roughly 3K

Note: Happy Birthday to our very own Min Yoongi! This is basically my way of trying to celebrate it, and it was supposed to only be a drabble but… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The silence only lasts for a moment. It’s brief, and it’s fleeting, just like your love seems to be.

Jinyoung’s looking at you, you can tell; you don’t need to look at him to know it, since you can feel his heavy gaze resting just between your shoulders, under your neck. The air is cold, just like your heart, and when you finally turn around, to meet his eyes, the gale stops too, as though it knows. Your head is empty, no soft music murmuring into it, and when you look at him, you can tell from the hollowness of his eyes that his is too.

“I guess…” You speak first, softly, fists clenching, “I guess this is where it ends?”

“It doesn’t have to.” He answers, just as quiet, though his stance speaks volumes, “We can still try.”

“It doesn’t work that way.” You cross your arms, head still ringing from the silence, and it’s tough trying to stop your eyes from stinging, “You…You know that as well as I do.”

“Soulmates aren’t everything, Y/N.” Jinyoung asserts, looking at you with his eyes crinkled, not in joy, but in solemnity, “Just because you don’t hear anything doesn’t mean you can’t feel it.”

“You found your soulmate though,” Your words are flat, dead, “I have no place in your life anymore Jinyoung, and I think…I think we both need to accept this.”

You hold up your wrist, showing him the faded mark.

“My soulmate’s dead. There’s no way to turn that around, and I’m okay. But you’re not,” You gesture helplessly at his wrist, where an intricate pattern of flowers blooms beautifully, rich with its pink hues, “You still have someone out there waiting for you, crossing their fingers to find their soulmate, so you can’t leave them all by themselves.”

The tears finally spill out as you take his hands—his warm hands—in yours, smiling up at him through blurry vision.

“Y/N—” He breathes out, his own eyes glistening, and you shush him, reaching up to card a hand through his hair.

“Always remember,” You say gently, voice shaking, before you lean up to press your trembling lips against his, letting the tears slip freely, “That I love you.”

He looks at you once, before his arms come to wrap around you, and you let him.

This is a goodbye, after all.

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Originally posted by friendsthetvshow

Guys, I just…I don’t even know what to say. I don’t even know how to talk about this yet, without YELLING LOTS OF NONSENSE. But I feel like I need to share, so I’m going to try, and convey the important bits at least. Apologies if this devolves into some series of all-caps word vomit (spoiler alert: it will), but you know, at least I’m still alive and typing. Not functioning, not even close, but I suspect that’s my default state now for days or maybe weeks.

I was really upset - devastated actually - that I wasn’t able to get tickets to Hamlet earlier this week. I was feeling quite sorry for myself because I have an expiration date on my time here in London, and I felt severely disappointed that I missed out on what was likely my only chance of seeing my absolute favourite person live on stage.

But apparently, I’ve done something right in my life? Because today the universe decided to make it up to me. 

I was sitting in the tube station and out of the corner of my eye, saw a strikingly familiar, very tall and recognisably-clothed silhouette coming towards me. I think my brain actually stuttered, if that’s a thing, because even though I recognised him immediately, it seemed to take a minute for my brain to catch up and start screaming, WHAT DO WE DO NOWWWW? at me. I quite literally could not believe my eyes. He walked past me. It’s likely at this point I suffered a mild stroke.

I screwed up all my courage, even though I felt like an idiot, because I just could NOT let this opportunity pass me by. So I went up, tapped him on the shoulder, said “I’m so sorry to bother you, but I just have to say hello, because I love you SO MUCH” which…cringe? Ahaha. But also, HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO START THIS CONVERSATION? There is literally no good way. And I wanted to somehow express my admiration - I mean, I didn’t want him to think I was just approaching him because he’s a celebrity, any celebrity, you know? I would only go up to somebody who sincerely means something to me, someone who I just can’t not take the chance to speak to. Basically, TOM. He’s the one. Anyway. I’m sure some people will think this is embarrassing, and uh yeah, it totally is, but he just gave a little laugh (RIP, ME) and said, “That’s very kind, I’m really just a regular guy.” (Um, no.)

At this point I was going to be like, Anyway love your work, thank you, byeee or something like that and slide off and leave him alone, but then he asked my name, shook my hand (DEAD, AGAIN) and asked where I was from. In the middle of me trying to explain where Manitoba, Canada is (again, he asked - I was really trying my best not to be intrusive on his time!), the train we were both waiting for pulled up. 

(Me on the inside: What the fuck do I do now?! Do I get on this train? Does that seem like I’m following him, creepy stalker style? BUT THIS IS MY TRAIN. BUT IT’S HIS TRAIN TOO. ARE WE JUST GETTING ON THE TRAIN TOGETHER NOW WHAT IS HAPPENING)

Long story short (haha jk, this is already not short and it’s about to keep being not short, at all), we did get on the train together. We both stood at the back of the carriage, leaning against the back wall, and we had an ACTUAL FUCKING CONVERSATION FOR TEN STRAIGHT MINUTES. A conversation…between me and TOM. THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, AND ALL OUR LIVES. ALLOW ME SEVERAL LINES MORE OF SCREAMING HERE BECAUSE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Originally posted by allisonbell24

And Tomblr friends, this is what I would like most to tell you: he was exactly everything I had hoped he would be. An absolute dream. He was kind, inquisitive, thoughtful, down to earth, and just so perfectly genuine. He did not have to keep talking to me - he could’ve said, “Nice to meet you”, walked away and sat down and put his headphones in, the way everyone does on the train, and I’d never have thought any less of him for it. Instead, he stood there with a stranger who probably had a noticeable hint of hysteria in her voice/face, and asked me questions, and looked me in the eyes, and listened to me, and made my fucking day/week/year/LIFE.

Here are some other things:

  • The superficial: He was BREATHTAKING in person. Just so, so, so beautiful. He actually glowed like a movie star. He was wearing the official Out and About in London Tom uniform: dark blue sweater, faded black jeans, the cuddly coat (!!), grey suede shoes, and…glasses. GLASSES. GLASSES!!!
  • There was adjusting of the glasses happening while we were conversing. Oh yes, there was. Also brow furrowing.
  • I cannot even convey the depth of my delight over his hair right now. It’s grown out even more since SDCC. Curls - glorious curls!!! IT IS SO CUTE.
  • Also: BEARD. The effect of the curls and the beard and the glasses altogether…is simply indescribable. This…this was PEAK TOM, you guys!
  • I’m honestly having trouble remembering what we talked about, which I’m so mad at myself for, but it’s rather difficult to register things when you’re having an internal meltdown, I guess? I am proud of myself for managing to form coherent words and sentences (How? How? I don’t know. By the grace of god, I suppose). He asked me what I was doing in London, and what I liked most about London. When I told him I up and moved here with zero plans, just to have an adventure, he said “Wow” and asked if I found the city overwhelming (Uh, NOT AS OVERWHELMING AS THIS IS RIGHT NOW. But also, what an adorable thing to say. I melted. Ugh). 
  • At one point he said my name, looked right at me and very clearly said “SARAH” and my heart exploded and I can’t even remember what it was about. I may have temporarily blacked out. I will surely never be the same again.
  • I mentioned being a bit sad about my unsuccessful attempt at Hamlet tickets, as we were talking about theatre in London, but said he must be excited to get back on stage and he said, yes, he’s looking forward to it. He said he’s very sorry that anyone was disappointed about not getting tickets, but he was really glad that it was done in a way that gave everyone a fair chance (which I agreed with).
  • He asked me about my job (I do social media customer care for a tech company) and then we talked for a bit about social media and what a weird thing it is. Which was probably quite an interesting conversation, but again, I think I blacked out because I barely remember any of it. I hate myself. I DO remember that his voice in person is even more heavenly than it’s possible to describe. And that he was doing that Tom thing of thinking really carefully about his answers, and crafting them so eloquently. I will try to come up with more details if anyone wants to hear them. I feel such a stupid idiot for not being able to remember more at the moment!
  • One thing I would like to express but don’t know how to say it exactly, so I hope this comes across as I mean it: he was not overly cheerful. He seemed more than willing to chat, was extremely kind and expressive, and as I said - if he hadn’t wanted to talk to me he had every opportunity to make his exit, so I think he was happy to do so. But he was not all smiles, he seemed kind of…pensive, I guess? And I could see that this was the real Tom - just caught in a moment of a quiet day, making his way through London, having a little chat with a stranger. He wasn’t being “on.” He actually frowned more than smiled, but not in an unhappy way - just in that really thoughtful way of his, where he’s weighing his words, and really listening. I actually loved it, because he seemed so…real, and solid, and normal, and so HIM.
  • I did not ask for a picture because I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable, or interrupt the flow of conversation, and I was much happier having a chance to talk to him. The only thing I regret is not having a photo of him just to remember how goddamn gorgeous he looked. But…this was so much better.

If you’ve read this far, first of all, I’m sorry this is SO MANY WORDS, and thank you. I guess there are maybe more things to say, but I’ll stop here. I need to attempt to calm the fuck down now and go to sleep. Feel free to chime in or drop into my inbox if you want to hear more. This is literally the only thing I will be talking about from now until the end of time, so sorry, everyone in my life.

One last thing: I’m more convinced than ever that all of us who fell in love with this man, we were right. He deserves it. He was perfect.

I feel so unbelievably lucky at this moment. The world is beautiful, I love you all, good night.

(Tags for some of you who may be interested in this overly long and magical tale - I’m sincerely sorry that I’m sure to forget lots of you - but as you now know I’ve recently suffered a massive brain and heart meltdown, so. @ceciliasyndrome @hiddleston81 @devikafernando @magnetobsessed79 @craftynidan @thehumming6ird @insanely-smart @beaglebitch @tomhiddleston-kikibfairy @freckletriangleofdoom@restlesstymes @nelsonn8 @8thwonderofthewxrld @desert-power-6 )

Humans Are Weird

I’ve been pondering this all morning and after much thought, I’ve decided to jump on the “humans are strange and confusing creatures” bandwagon.

I only have one word (or, more accurately, one word composed of two different words… a compound word, if you will) for you all. Gemstones. It is not impossible that in some far reaches of the universe, another species shares our love of pretty rocks, but if we look around at other planets in our very own solar system, like Jupiter and Saturn, where it rains diamonds, gemstones would not be such a rare commodity. They aren’t even such a rare commodity here on Earth. Yet we are enchanted by them, paying great sums to acquire them and wear them. We fawn over people who have the prettiest ones and offer them to loved ones as gifts.

Now, imagine if you will, a space crew landing on an uncharted planet, where rubies are just as common as sand. The other members think nothing of it, but are perplexed as they turn to see Human Steve grabbing them by the fistful and filling his pockets greedily. Is he collecting samples for scientific research? Humans are known for their fondness of “space rocks”, they have brought back multiple ones from their moon to study, but these? These were rubies. The whole crew knew what they were, no need to analyze them any further. A confused rookie, Jix, a Freelian (a reptilian race, slender and logical from the planet Freel) inquired as to why Human Steve would need so much of a common stone once they returned to the ship. Human Steve just gave him a smile and replied “My girlfriend loves them.” So his mate was a rock enthusiast. “It’s endearing how Human Steve supports his mate’s interests.” Jix noted to another crew member. “What do you mean?” asked Commander Gress. “He went out of his way to collect rocks for his mate, simply because she likes them.” Jix stated. “You mean the rubies?” Gress said with a chuckle, “Yeah, gemstones are a rare thing on Earth.” Jix didn’t understand. Gress continued: “It makes them precious. They use ‘em as gifts… It’s a human thing.” she said with a dismissive wave and left. Jix nodded pensively. He enjoyed Human Steve’s company and wanted to convey to him, without the use of words (preferably a gift, something special), how much he appreciated him. Jix suddenly had a brilliant idea.

The next morning, Human Steve woke up to an eager Jix pulling him out of bed. “I got you something!” he chirped, leading Human Steve to the cargo bay, where a large beige boulder took up most of the room. Perplexed, “It’s a rock.” was all Human Steve could say. However, Human Steve didn’t want to upset poor Jix, he seemed so proud. A “thank you” was stammered by Human Steve and the boulder was moved to his quarters. Later that day, Linda from engineering (also a human) asked him about the boulder. Human Steve shrugged, “Must be a Freelian thing.”

The possibilities are endless.

Favorite Adam moments

It’s Adam Parrish’s birthday and since he’s a character that has made me bite my fingernails and yell at the page and grin like an idiot and maybe even get a moist eye or two (this despite being spoiled to his ending), here are some of my favorite Adam moments in (I think) chronological order:

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170815 The War Fansign: Kyungsoo fanaccounts

Me: When did you start to raise Meokmul and Huchu?
KS: Ah, because I’ve always liked dogs~
Me: Ah…. I meant the opportunity to!!
KS: The opportunity to! (eyes get big) My parents used to dislike dogs! But I was determined and kept pushing until they said yes.
Me: Ah~ so they’re at your parents’ home??
KS: Yes~~

@LOVELYRIM0408: I forgot everything as soon as I made eye contact with Kyungsoo… I told him my wedding was in December and his eyes got even bigger as he congratulated me extremely earnestly haha. [On my request] his suggested nuptial song was For Life and when I asked if he could come sing it personally for us, he said “I’d like to….” haha. Kyungsoo, thank you sincerely for your suggestion and blessing

Me: You know how Mr. Jo Jungseok calls you a s..son of a bitch in Brother?
KS: Ah, yes !
Me: I have these dog-bird figures.. [t/n: s.o.b. and dog-bird are both spelled ‘gaesae’]
KS: Ah? They’re really called gaesae?
Me: Yes!
KS: There’s really something called gaesae??
Me: Ah n..no there’s not actually something called gaesae, these are just figures !
KS: (looks at boxes laughing) Ah so I have a chance of getting one of these four?
Me: Yes ! Please open it later~
KS: (was already opening it) Pfthahahaha

The dog-bird Kyungsoo got was the pug-bird ! When he asked me if “there was really something called gaesae..???” he was really serious about the question…

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trottingalongthelines  asked:

In YOI episode 3 when Yurio is about to start his program and Yuuko is freaking out over his costume, why is Victor shown as if he's in deep thought? Or just why was the clip shown in the first place? I feel like they wouldn't have put it there just because, but I cant figure out what it's significants is..Do you know why?

I love episode 3.

It’s one of my favorites. There are so many interesting character moments to analyze, and this is one of them. 

There are several potential interpretations you could apply to this scene.

Yuri is scowling as he’s warming up to perform “Agape” - which is not Agape-like behavior. Victor could be thinking “Well, I guess he hasn’t tapped into the concept of Agape after all…” 

If you notice earlier in the episode, we see Victor looking at Yuri much the same way - particularly right before he sends him off to the waterfall. Victor is not seeing what he wants in Yuri’s demeanor.

You could also speculate that Victor might see a younger version of himself in Yuri, who is standing there in Victor’s costume from his junior years.

But here’s another theory…

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She’s in Parties | Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Rating: T

Words: 1320

Summary: Reader and Sweet Pea meet at a party in the Southside. (Crappy summary, hopefully the story is better!)

A/N: Fic title is based on Bauhaus’ She’s in Parties. I am absolutely in love with the band and the genius that is Peter Murphy.


A CHILL crept down your spine as you stood in the corner of a room, silhouettes of bodies moving in sync on the dance floor the only thing visible under the dim lighting as pulsating music filled the club.

To be fair, you had no idea what was in store when Veronica dragged you to this party, refusing to divulge any information other than “there are bound to be plenty of single men there for you to pick from”.

What the Lodge heiress forgot to mention was that the party would be held on the Southside, hosted by the Serpents and since your close friend Betty was dating a Serpent, the entire inner circle was considered family.

Speaking of family, you scanned the room once more to catch a glimpse of Ronnie and you sighed when you saw her locked in an embrace with Archie.  Betty was also near the couple with her beau, Jughead, looking decidedly content.

For all the animosity, there was a lot of intermingling between the kids from the Northside and Southside. As one of the only sober people in the room, you took the opportunity to see what exactly was happening. People watching was your favourite hobby during any outing.

Letting your eyes wander, you saw Josie and Reggie as they made out on the dance floor while Cheryl danced animatedly with a pink-haired girl wearing a Southside Serpents jacket.

Your eyes finally landed on a tall, lithe figure who had all but painted himself on the wall. He looked irritated, nursing a beer in one hand while the other ran through his raven locks. He was wearing the trademark Serpents jacket over a white t-shirt. His jeans and combat boots completed the attire.

He was one of the hottest guys you had laid eyes on. Your heart started to race even more when he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip and at that same time, caught your eye with his.

It was as though time stood still. Neither of you made an attempt to break off eye contact. Your eyes widened as he drank the bottle dry, licked his lower lip and smirked.

You weren’t prepared when he started to make his way over to you, eyes wandering over your form as you squirmed. Before leaving home, Ronnie had made you try on a red off-the-shoulder crop top, jeans and a pair of Louboutin heels (which you could barely walk in). She had loved the ensemble so much that you were stuck in it for the rest of the night.

Despite the knot in your stomach, you maintained visual contact with the dark-eyed stranger as he drew nearer and stopped in front of you, hands in his pockets as he spoke over the loud music.


You were apprehensive at first, mainly because he was a stranger. Biting your lip, you looked away nervously as he caught on.

He leant in. “Just to talk, Princess, nothing else. I promise on my honour as a Serpent.”

Knowing it was quieter outside, you nodded your assent as you followed him out on the balcony. As the door closed behind you, the music had considerably toned down.

You stood against the railing and gazed out at the gritty view of the Southside industrial area when he came to a standstill next to you, his hand extended forward.

“Hey. I’m Sweet Pea,” he said.

You moved to take his hand in yours and you were pleasantly surprised when he brought your hand to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles.

“I’m Y/N.”

“What were you doing hiding in the shadows, Y/N?”

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk, Mr I’m-the-Prince-of-the-Dark. Why were you sulking in the corner?”

He glanced at you. “I don’t sulk.”

“Yes, you do. Has anyone ever told you how adorable your pout is?”

Sweet Pea’s eyes narrowed. “Princess, how am I supposed to keep my bad boy image if you say things like that?”

You took a moment to study his features, the Serpent tattoo on his neck, his muscular arms and torso encased in leather before looking into his eyes.

“Do you know what I think?” you asked him.

“No, what do you think, Princess?”

“I think, under your bad boy persona, you are actually quite sweet. Hence the name, since you really are just a sweet pea.”

He laughed. “Yep, you are definitely bad for my image.”

“Oh? I figured I was bad for you because I’m from the Northside.”

His smile fell from his face as he looked at her pensively. “Y/N, I don’t hate Northsiders. Well, I hate Northsiders who feel they are better than us and who see us as scum and see the Southside as nothing more than a breeding ground for crime.”

You frowned. “People often seem to forget that the Northside and Southside are two sides of the same coin.”

A heavy silence fell between you just as a chilly breeze wafted through the balcony. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, cursing yourself inwardly for not bringing a jacket.

Warmth spread through you as a weight settled over your upper body and you looked up to see his Serpents jacket on your frame.

Puzzled, you looked at Sweet Pea and he smiled, albeit nervously.

“The conversation got a little heavy, didn’t it?” he said, sighing.

“You’re telling me,” you said before falling silent.

“So, Y/N, what brings you to the Southside today?”

“Ronnie,” you replied. “She thinks I’ve been single too long and in need of a hook-up.”

“And have you found someone worthy?”

“Hmmm, well, there is this one guy…” you trailed off, wicked gleam in your eye.

“Lucky bastard.” Sweet Pea murmured, before clenching his jaw.

You felt like torturing him some more but you caught a glimpse of the time and your heart nearly stopped. It was nearly curfew and if you failed to reach home within the next 15 minutes, you would be grounded.

“Crap. I’m so sorry, Sweet Pea. I need to go home before I miss curfew.”

You stood there with a forlorn expression because you didn’t want to go. He slowly lifted your chin to face him and gave you a gentle smile.

“It’s okay. Do you have a ride home?”

“I can ask Ronnie or Kev but I don’t want to drag them away from here while they’re enjoying themselves–”

“Come on, Princess. I’ll take you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he replied with a gentle smile.

You were led away with your hand in his, out of the club where the party was in full swing, to his motorcycle parked outside the club.

He handed you the lone helmet, waving off your concerns about him, before he mounted the bike with you behind him as he sped away.

Terrified, you held on to him as tightly as you could. Occasionally, you shouted directions and before you knew it, you had reached your house.

As you dismounted, you removed the helmet to hand it to Sweet Pea. He was still looking at you.

“Guess you forgot to get the lucky man’s number?”

You suppressed your laughter. “Well, I was going to but then he offered a ride. I figured I’d get it once he got me home safely.”

His expression changed as the words sunk in. Sweet Pea smirked before taking the offered phone and typing in his number quickly.

“Call me,” he said, before kissing your cheek and riding away.

Three things became clear as you trudged up to your home.

One, Sweet Pea had saved his contact under “Baddest Boy Alive.” You rolled your eyes affectionately at that one.

Two, you still wore his jacket, a heady scent of pine and cigarettes filling your senses.

Three, you had to send a thank-you card to Veronica because it seemed you finally found a guy worth your affection.


like… he is a legitimately dashing & handsome dog now

he is a proper forest prince bordering on king

anonymous asked:

Can u show us more of your favourite moments from AA?

nonny, trust me when I say I’ve been thinking about this ask every day since you’ve sent it (which is probably like, at least 2 weeks now?). I’ve literally got post-its all over my desk with half-finished lists of my favorite AA moments because it was so hard to choose something to talk about

with that said, after re-watching several of my favorite episodes, I want to talk a little bit about Tony’s relationship with praise. Specifically: the gradual change in the way Tony accepts praise from Steve over the course of the series

Or, alternatively named: “why The Age of Tony Stark continues to be the best AA episode that ever aired”

So: as we all know, Tony has a complicated relationship with his sense of self-worth. That’s just a multi-versal constant. While he may be handsome, selfless, and a literal genius, he’s always expecting more of himself. Telling himself to be better, pushing himself beyond his limits, putting himself at risk if it means saving the world or sparing others. If he ever fails, Tony is his own worst and harshest critic. As such, it comes as no surprise that he’d be uncomfortable accepting praise and encouragement from others…especially from someone who he sees as a role model; someone who he believes is inherently better than him.

Enter Steve Rogers. It’s no secret to us that AA!Steve thinks the world of Tony. If Steve believes in anything in this new-fangled 21st century world, it’s Tony Stark. Not only that, Steve has no shame in expressing these feelings in what we all lovingly refer to as his inspirational Speeches™. The first instances of one of these speeches is “In Deep,” where Steve tells Tony he’s more than just his armor. However, what I’d like to point out is Tony’s expression while Steve is, in essence, praising him:

It’s no mistake that the animators chose to show us Tony’s face at the tail end of Steve’s speech. It’s clear as day how uncomfortable he is: his head is ducked, eyes averted, eyebrows furrowed, and he’s biting his lip. It’s as if Tony is physically shying away from Steve’s genuineness. Instead of accepting the praise, what does he do?

He deflects. He tries to lessen the gravity of Steve’s words with humor and false arrogance, though it comes out relatively bare. Steve, of course, maybe sensing that he needs to pick his battles, quips back “can’t you just take a compliment,” which ironically hits the nail right on the head.

Cut to the end of season 1, in “The Final Showdown,” where Tony has expended all his armors and is left with nothing to fight against the Cabal. Once again, Steve reaffirms his utter confidence in Tony’s abilities:

And again, just like in “In Deep,” Tony deflects, berating himself:

To which Steve replies: 

“Billionaire genius philanthropist! You’ll think of something!”

As sweet as that is, what interests me again is Tony’s expression as Steve runs back into the fray:

Everything about his posture screams defensive. His arms are crossed, and he has a pensive, slight frown on his face. Unlike in “In Deep” however, where Tony had literally no where to hide after Steve gave his speech, Tony now has a chance to digest Steve’s words privately, as the latter had thrown himself back into battle right after saying them. It’s not for long, but Tony actually gives himself a second. Reflects.

Now comes “The Age of Tony Stark,” which in my opinion is when everything changes. Not only do Steve and Tony spend a significant amount of time together in this episode, but they also have to fight Red Skull with Tony at his most vulnerable. After all, not only has he regained the physical limitations of being a child, but he also has to re-confront many of the insecurities he had as a child due to a father who held the “perfection” of Captain America over his head. Many truths come out, but by the end of the episode, Tony finally breaks down:

In this moment, Tony finally expresses what he constantly keeps bottled inside as an adult. He’s scared: that he’s not good enough, that he’s not strong enough, that he won’t be able to save the world when it needs him most. Not only that, he confesses this to Steve, who he looks up to, who he feels the need to prove himself in front of. The person who he felt he couldn’t be weak in front of.

But of course, Steve never thought Tony was weak. Tony never had to prove himself, because Steve already believed that Tony could do anything:

In that moment, Tony finally let down his walls and let Steve in. In a way, I think this is when Tony truly starts trusting Steve, because he realized that even though Steve had seen him at both his highest and his lowest, his confidence in him never wavered. How do I know this? Well, after “The Age of Tony Stark,” the next Speech™ that Steve really gives is the one we all know and love from “The Ultron Outbreak”:

And how does Tony react?

He smiles. He glows. He lets Steve’s confidence in him reinforce his own, and then he goes to save the world.

BTS Reactions To Realizing They’ve Fallen In Love


It was one night when Jin held you against him that he wondered out loud, “I think I’m falling in love with you Y/N.” Caught off guard by his words it took you a few moments to realize what exactly he had just said. By the time you registered what he had said, he was already talking again, “Actually, no. I’m already in love with you.” All you could do was stare up at him, speechless.

“Y/N? Did you forget to breath?” He laughed as he carefully observed your reaction, “I know hearing these words coming from someone as handsome as me is pretty life-changing but please say something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his usual cockiness, “I love you too you big narcissist.” He shot you a pearly white smile, “I love you so much that I’m willing to admit that you just might be as attractive as me.”  You playfully punched him, “shut up before I take the words back.” It was hard to sleep that night for the two of you, both of you overwhelmed by happiness and affection.

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Yoongi wasn’t the type to fall in love easily so the words, “I love you” were often reserved for when he was absolutely sure. He was incredibly pensive the day you said those words to him. He knew you had been slightly hurt that he hadn’t returned them but he couldn’t bring himself to until he was positive he felt the same. He didn’t want the words to be empty. Did he love you? He knew you were important to him. It wasn’t until he considered a life without you that he knew. A life without you would be dull. Without realizing, you had become the light of his life and he didn’t think life would be as interesting or fun without you in it. Sure of his feelings he wasted no time in calling you. He didn’t even let you say hello before he said,

“I love you Y/N. I wanted to be sure of it before I said anything but I love you, I really do.”

Originally posted by sugagifs


It seemed as everybody but himself could tell that Namjoon was in love. It was painfully obviously in just the way he acted, talked and did anything really. He always seemed to be in an extremely good mood and a smile would tug at his lips at the mere mention of your name. Lyrics seemed to come more naturally than usual; there always seemed to be a song playing in his head. When he finally came to terms with his feelings and he found that he could no longer ignore them, he wanted to make sure that the moment he told you was special.  So, he waited. He waited in hopes of the right moment presenting itself but it never came. After all, it was in those small seemingly insignificant moments that he had fallen. So he’d never imagine that the moment he’d told you would be right after he had slipped and fallen on a patch of ice. Having been too busy listening to you he completely disregarded his surroundings and before he knew it he was falling. It was your immediate burst of laughter that drew the words, “I love you.”

Originally posted by rapnamu


It was hard to take Hoseok seriously when he said “I love you” due to his already affectionate personality. However, Hoseok wasn’t one who took those type of words lightly. Sure he said them a lot but it wasn’t something he’d say without being sure. He knew he was in love with you when he realized just exactly how much you understood him and made him happy. Despite his outer sunshine facade, he was human and there were times when he was down but continued the act to not let it affect those around him. You were quick to figure him out though and just knowing how well you could read him would fill him with an affection that he’d naturally start to feel happy again. So when he saw the slight doubt in your eyes at hearing the three words, he placed a hand on each of your shoulders and looked right into your eyes, “I love you Jagiya, I’m being serious.” The sincerity you felt through his eyes left you breathless and you felt silly for not having taken the words seriously the first time.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


The sudden realization that he was in love with you hit Jimin like a ton of bricks during one of your dates. Nothing particularly special happened to have sparked it but he was sure of it. You were walking hand in hand when you suddenly felt Jimin stiffen. You turned to him concerned, “are you okay?” He was visibly flushed and flustered at your sudden attention and you wondered if he was getting a fever. You reached a hand up to feel his forehead but he caught your hand mid-air and pulled it to his mouth giving it a kiss before letting go. You were surprised by the sudden act that all you could do was stare up at him quietly waiting for him to explain himself. He was incredibly shy but he managed to get the words out, “I love you Y/N. I wasn’t sure of whether I should tell you or not but I wanted you to know.”

“Is that why you were acting so weird? I love you too Jimin,” you said with a smile as you placed a hand of each of his cheeks and kissed him. He was shy and giggly the entire date after his confession.

Originally posted by parkjmzl


It was right after a concert that Taehyung pulled you into his arms and began littering your face with kisses saying “I love you,” with each one. The words had left his mouth on impulse but it didn’t take him long to realize that they were true. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to become aware of his feelings. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t recall the exact moment he had fallen in love with you. All that mattered was that he knew now. Pulling away from you he had the biggest smile on his face as he looked at you with soft eyes, “ My God, I really am in love with you Y/N.” His smile only grew as he saw your face light up at the words. You returned the words within seconds. He was incredibly clingy that day.

Originally posted by mvssmedia


He didn’t recognize the signs at first; the lingering feeling of loss he felt when you weren’t around, the incredible rush he got from seeing you smile. It wasn’t until he saw you cry that it clicked. Never before had he felt such empathy towards a person. It was as if he had been hurt himself. When he arrived at your apartment and you opened the door face flushed, tears staining your cheeks he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away. He was quick to envelop you in a hug and calm your hiccups with sweet words. Being certain of his feelings he couldn’t stop himself from blurting, “I love you Y/N.” Instead of feeling embarrassed, he felt relieved.

Your sniffling stopped at once as you pulled away from his hug to take a glance at his face. Your eyes were wide and you couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of his mouth nor the amount of joy they filled you with. Your worries had all seemed to disappear as you broke out a big smile, “I love you too Jungkook.” You were met with a small adorable grin.

Originally posted by jengkook

Sunshine Special

Summary:  Dean considers himself a laid back guy, but he can get pretty damn possessive when it comes to anyone else hitting on his boyfriend.  A diner and a flirty waitress compel Dean to show everyone who Castiel belongs to.

Dean Winchester was by no means a possessive man.  Of course, it was no secret he’d been with quite a few partners, and he’d never had problems with any of them flirting with other people.  Hell, he’d even been in a few open relationships, and found them downright liberating.   

But this…this was Cas.  And though it was impossible to articulate why, that simple fact made it a different manner entirely.  

Dean watched as the buxom, blond waitress buzzed around his oblivious boyfriend like a honeybee, voice sickly sweet and thick with Southern accent.  

In the past, Dean might have been jealous that she wasn’t flirting with him instead, but he couldn’t blame her for digging Cas:  he knew from experience that there was some serious seductive power in those puppydog eyes.

No, Dean didn’t care that sometimes the ladies favored Cas.  He just wanted them to get the hell away from his boyfriend.  

“Alright, folks, lemme get this straight,” said the woman, finally straightening up.  Becky, her name tag read.  Of course it was Becky:  it seemed to Dean that all irksome blond women in this world were named Becky.  “So nachos and milkshake and a large caeser salad for the boys here, and a triple cheeseburger for you, sugar?”  

Cas nodded, evidently oblivious.  “Yes, please.”

“And steak with mushrooms,” added Mary.  “Bloody.

“You got it, ma’am,” said Becky, not appearing to notice the venom in Mary’s tone:  she was, it would appear, just as possessive as Dean was when it came to her angelic in-law.  “You’re orders should be comin’ right up before you can say Jack Robinson!”   

Dean glowered after Becky as the woman bounced away, the curly blond locks he sourly presumed to be hair extensions jiggling with every step.  He was just glad he was finally out with his family, so that he no longer had to hide this specific brand of loathing.

Peripherally, he was aware of Sam’s awkward attempts to initiate small-talk, to which he responded with unintelligible grunting noises.  It was soon clear to everyone involved that Dean was in no mood for idle chitchat.    

Soon, Becky returned with their orders, still oblivious to Dean giving her the stink eye.  It was all he could do not to flip over the table in a fit of rage when she bent over to put Cas’s burgers in front of him, putting her cleavage directly in his face.  

Sam watched his brother in concern as he sulkily watched her leave.  

“WHAT,” Dean demanded, mouth full of nachos.  

“I think you should talk to Cas, man,” Sam suggested discretely.  

Cas, eyebrows rumpled, watched the scene in confusion.  

“What?  What for?”  Dean scoffed, a stray chunk of tortilla chip flying from his mouth and landing on the table cloth.  Dignity, it would seem, was not his virtue today. 

“We came here to relax, in case you’ve forgotten,” said Mary pointedly.  “And I don’t like to say it, sweetheart, but you’re souring the mood a little.” 

Dean huffed.  “Well, you’re one to talk, Bloody Mary.”  

“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” 

Sam rolled his eyes.  “Look, Dean.  I know you’ve been doing this for most of your relationship with Cas, but not everything can be solved with weirdly expressive staring contests.”  

Well, that was just rude.  

“Go talk to your boyfriend, Dean,” Sam reiterated.  “Tell him what’s bothering you.  Consistency and communication, right?” 

Dean looked beleaguerdly to the duo flanking him, and sighed in capitulation.  “Maybe…maybe you’re right.”  

Ignoring Sam and Mary’s gentle encouragements, he looked to Cas, who seemed to have given up on trying to follow along with the conversation and was now occupying himself with his burgers.  

Dean cleared his throat.  “Hey, uh, Cas, buddy.  You wanna come to the bathroom with me for a sec?”  

Cas looked confused.  “You know I don’t require that kind of bodily function, Dean.”

“Yeah, no.  Not what I meant,” Dean sighed, ignoring Sam and Mary’s stifled snickers.  “What I meant was…do you wanna maybe go somewhere a little more, y’know.  Private?” 

Cas squinted, then leaned in conspiratorially.  “Is this regarding intercourse?”  he whispered sagely.   

Sam snorted.

“NO!”  Dean barked, ears getting hot.  A few people at the surrounding tables looked up, and Dean lowered his voice.  “No.  Just…come with me to the bathroom, alright?  I wanna talk to you.” 

In the past, Dean might have worried how it would look to be walking to a very small, one-room restroom with another man.  Now it barely crossed his mind.  

Cas watched Dean, puzzled, as he locked the door behind him.

Then, he sighed, turned to face Cas and tried (failed) to get his thoughts together.  


“That is a variation of my name, yes,” Cas deadpanned. 

Dean gave him a look.  “Cas, y’know…I’m not a possessive sort of guy, right?” 

“I know nothing of the kind, Dean.  You were a demon, after all.”

Dean’s eyelids fluttered.  Here he was, actually trying to have a serious conversation for once in his life, and Cas had to go and turn into a goddamn comedian.  

Seeming to sense his discomfort, Cas offered, “I noticed you sometimes use humor to diffuse tense situations.” 

“Yeah, well, I appreciate the effort, Cas,” Dean sighed, wisely deciding not to add but it’s not working.  “Look, I don’t expect you to realize this, but that waitress out there…the way she was talking to you…”

“She was flirting with me,” Cas supplied.  “I know.”

Dean blinked comprehensibly.  “…You, uh.  You do?”

Now, it was Cas’s time to give Dean a look.  “I may still be new to the ways of mankind, Dean, but I’m not nearly so naive as you take me for.” 

Dean huffed out a laugh.  “Yeah, I guess you’re not, are you?” 

“I also noticed it was bothering you immensely,” Cas stated.  “Why is that, Dean?” 

Dean stared at him, suddenly wishing he’d been more subtle.  Then, he sighed, looking almost abashedly down at his boots.  

“Look, Cas,” he reluctantly began.  “I know I haven’t always treated you as good as I should have:  when I said I didn’t care you were broken, when I kicked you outta the bunker, when I nearly killed you that time-” 

“Dean, you know I-” 

“You forgive me,” Dean concluded for him, almost bitterly.  “I know.  You said it before.  But I don’t.”

Cas shakes his head, looking at Dean with such wide-eyed adoration it makes Dean sick.  “Dean,” he murmured. 

Dean sighed, looking pensively off into the distance.  “And even before then, I was so damn mean to you, y’know?  Calling you a sissy and a coward and a…”

“A baby in a trench coat?”  Cas offered. 

In spite of himself, Dean huffed out a laugh.  “Yeah, that too.  Point is, you deserve better than me, Cas.  And someday, selfish as it might be, I’m scared you’re gonna realize that.  And then, uh…and then…”  Dean bit his lip, unable to will himself to finish.

Cas seemed to read his mind.  “I’ll never leave you, Dean.”


“No, Dean.  You’ve said you’re piece, now you listen:  you are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen in all my Father’s creation, and contrary to what you may think, I have seen many.  I’ve loved you since I first saw your soul in hell, and perhaps even before.  I’ve loved you since before I could identify the emotion of love at all, but I knew even then that being with you, holding you in my arms, fulfilled some primordial need I wasn’t aware I had.  I love you, Dean,” Cas reiterated.  “And even if I must leave you someday, I’ll always find you again.” 

Dean’s eyes felt damp now.  His mouth flopped open for a moment or two, searching vainly for something to say.  

Then, next thing he knew, he was doing something different with his lips entirely, kissing Castiel’s furiously as he pressed him up against the tiled bathroom wall.  

Dean,” Cas groaned, his deepened voice going straight to Dean’s pants. 

Cas evidently noticed the change, too, because he looked up at him slyly beneath half-lidded blue eyes.  “Are you sure this isn’t about intercourse, Dean?”

Dean stared at him, then huffed out an incredulous laugh.  “Buddy, you are not as innocent as everyone thinks you are.”

You could here a pin drop in the restaurant as the disheveled duo exited the bathroom, Dean grinning stupidly and stinking of sex, Cas’s cheeks still flushed pink and usual sex hair exacerbated. 

Sam, Mary, and yes, Becky too, all gape at them, owl-eyed, as they approach the table.  It was incredibly awkward, for everyone except Dean:  he was still too bathed in afterglow to feel anything but smug about the situation.  

Finally, it was Becky who broke the silence.  “Um.  You folks want desert?”

“Not for me, sweetheart,” Dean grinned, fingers laced possessively with Cas’s.  “I just had myself a Sunshine Special.” 

Of course, it’s a silly joke, one that only a few of those present will understand.  And besides, what Cas had ordered at the other place was a sunrise special, but Dean looked so happy with the whole situation that Cas couldn’t bare to correct him.

After Becky bustled away, Sam leaned over, infamous bitchface firmly in place.  “That is not what I meant when I said you guys should talk.”