i can't help it i kind of love them okay shut up

Eleven did not like that Max girl. Not at all.

Everytime she looked her she was reminded of Mike grasping her arm and helping her up while smiling at her, and why would he smile at her, he was her Mike. Hers.

And El wasn’t going to forget that just like that. So when Max punched Mike on the arm playfully after D&D game one November night, barely a week after the gate closed and they could start hoping for better times, it took all of the self control that El possessed to keep herself from making Max fall from her chair. She grimaced instead, subconsciously gripping Mike’s hand that she was holding under the table tighter. He looked at her questioningly with his dark, attentive eyes. She shook her head, looking grumpily at the game pieces. She felt his thumb tracing her knuckles and her brows relaxed a bit.

‘Okay, dunno about you guys, but I’m hungry. ’ stated Dustin, stretching his arms above his head.

‘Aren’t you always?’ Lucas raised his eyebrows. Dustin made a face at him.

'I’m a growing boy! Besides Will needs to eat more to regain his strength! ’ Dustin put a hand at the small boys arm. Will smiled tiredly, amused. It was the first time his mom would let him go out since the night when they finally set him free and he was happy to finally feel almost normal again.

'I have a pizza leaflet in the kitchen somewhere. ’ said Mike and got up, never letting go of El’s hand. 'Come on, we’ll order something. ’

They all stood up, but Eleven reluctantly let go of Mike’s fingers, grasping Max’s elbow instead, keeping her in place.

'We will be there in a minute. ’ she told Mike. He raised one eyebrow, but nodded.

'Okay. ’ he kept his eyes on her for a few more seconds. She smiled at him lighty, as if to remind him that it’s okay. That she wasn’t leaving him. Never again.

When the boys disappeared upstairs, El turned to Max, furrowing her brows again.

'What the hell? ’ Max tried to release herself from El’s grip.

'One thing. Stay away from Mike. ’ she said calmly, looking her dead in the eyes.

'What?’ Max seemed to process what Eleven was saying.

'Stay away from Mike.’ El repeated slowly.

Max raised her eyebrows and then bursted out laughing. Elevens frown deepened.

'Oh my… Are you serious? You seriously think… ’ she tried to catch her breath. 'Dude, I don’t even like Wheeler like this! We’re friends, that’s all! ’ she was still laughing.

'You don’t? ’ Eleven let go of Max’s arm.

'No, why would I? Besides, even if I did, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, since this dumbass clearly looks like he would kiss the ground you walk on. That’s why he didn’t want me to be part of the group in the first place. He thought I would end up as a replacement for you. He wouldn’t even talk to me civilly. The kid loves you so much it’s ridiculous.’

Eleven blinked at Max and tugged at the black bandana tied around her wrist.

'Wait. ’ Max suddenly spoke up. 'Is that why you hate me so much? Because you think I’m trying to steal your boyfriend?’

'We’re not exactly… ’

'Oh, shut up, you damn well know you are. So? That’s the reason?’ Max looked at her expectantly.

'Are you sure you don’t like him?’

'Friends don’t lie. ’ said Max, remembering the phrase that El and the boys used a lot. She extended her hand, looking at the other girl questioningly.

Eleven eyed her carefully for a few seconds and then grasped her hand firmly.

'We’re okay now?’

'Yes. ’ El nodded carefully and headed towards the stairs.

’ You sure have some jealousy issues, though. ’ Max joked as she climbed them after her. ’ I pity the next girl that has the audacity to breathe in Mike’s presence. ’

'Don’t push it. ’ El muttered, glaring back at her, but the corner of her lips quirked up slightly when she turned her head.

When they arrived at the kitchen, they were greeted by boys arguing over pizza leaflet.

'What kind pizza do you want, Max? ’ asked Lucas instantly, looking at the redhead questioningly. Mike snorted, handing the leaflet to El and explaining why pizza with pineapple was a crime against humanity, standing so close to her she felt his breath on her cheek. She glanced towards Lucas, who seemed to be trying not to trip over his own feet when Max snatched the bandana from his head, using it as a hairband while grinning at him.

Eleven smirked, suddenly feeling much better about Max being part of the group. Her fingers found Mike’s again (they seemed to do so a lot these days) and she looked up at him, recalling Max’s word’s.

“He loves you so much it’s ridiculous. ”

'Everything okay?’ he asked, squeezing her hand gently. She traced the freckles on his cheek with her free hand, making him blush bright red.

’ Never better. ’

@elevenknope @mxdmax @lucassinclairstan

izzycat6  asked:

Do you have recommendations for a Klance slowburn fic? (Doesn't really matter if it's an AU)

Friend f r i e n d it’s been ages since I actually got to sit down and read a fic but I’ve read lots of them in the past so you definitely came to the right person :P (I actually wrote one of my own; it’s called Magic Me Some Love and is about Galra!Keith/Magician!Lance in a medieval fantasy setting, if you’re into that.)

Now. Slow burn klance fics that aren’t on pretty much every fic rec list out there already with a minimum of either 60k words or that are unfinished still:

Ignorance Is Bliss by YouAreInAComaWakeUp

As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew?
Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he’s the less-evil one, too, so that’s always a plus.

>> R E A D  I T  IT’S SO MUCH MORE THAN YOUR AVERAGE GHOST FIC JUST- JUST DO IT JUST ONE CHAPTER D O I T– JS UT FKCIN G D O IOT- -

The Message by Shipstiel

Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.

>>wrong number AU with an extra dash of angst. But if you’ve read any of the other fics this author has written you’ll know that they specialize in fluff and that absolutely shines through in the fic^^

Quest for Altea by fandomlicious

20 years after the legendary sword Voltron was drawn from its stone by Queen Allura, it is stolen and eventually lost in the dangerous Balmeran Forest. To prevent the rogue knight Zarkon, his witch companion Haggar and their army of Galra warriors from claiming the sword and conquering all of Altea, it falls to Lance, with the help of a dark-haired hermit, to embark on the treacherous journey, save his kingdom and reunite his broken family.

>>if you don’t mind OCs that you get to know throughout the fic taking on a more important role, you should totally check out this fic. It’s plot heavy and reads like a published novel :D

Foreign Scenes by bwyn

Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

>>it’s one of the few fics that I haven’t read personally yet and still won’t hesitate to recommend. lots of my friends have read and praised it, apparently it’s fluffy and fun. it’s absolutely on my to read list :D

Crossroads by manamune

When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it.
What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating.

>>this one. if you haven’t read it yet, go read it. it was my fav voltron fic for a long long time!!!! it’s got it all, plot, romance, character development, realistic amounts of angst- it’s very very good. 

Drive It Like You Mean It by Zizzani

The Castle of Lions is the venue for the city’s most dangerous illegal street races where drivers come to test the cut of their tires. Lance has long defended his title as champion, but when a newcomer shows up and threatens his position things take an interesting turn.

>>not into cars and street racing AUs? neither am i, my friend, and yet this is one of the best voltron fics i’ve read. trust me when i tell you that you want to read everything written by this author.

Sharps and Accidentals by Zizzani (! unfinished!)

Keith is a talented up and coming violin virtuoso. Lance hates him immediately.
Or an AU in which Lance and Keith both attend the same music university. Keith is deaf. Lance is Trying™.

>>if there is one deaf!AU you should read then it’s this one. it’s really amazing all around - i’ve been following it since 2016 and i still always get excited over e-mail updates.

Ghost of the Future / Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name & Zizzani (! unfinished!)

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.
-
When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.

>>WHEN I SAW THAT THESE TWO WRITERS WOULD COLLAB ON A FIC I NEARLY DIED BRUH THESE MIRROR FICS ARE AMAZE JUST LIKE THEIR OTHER FICS

Stick It by noussommeslessquelettes

After a run-in with the law, former national phenom turned delinquent Keith Kogane is forced to return to the regimented world of elite gymnastics, facing old foes and new challenges.

>>!!!!!!!!!! it’s such a good fic!! based on such a good movie!!!!! i’m kinda upset that not more people have read it, it’s good, give it a try, it won’t disappoint^^

Not That Bad by varelsen

A college AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.

>>the summary nails it. also starring socially anxious!keith but despite that he seems pretty in character. it’s amazing and i really love this author’s style of writing :D

He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.

>>dragon au i repeat dragon au this is not a drill everyone - this fic!!! is freaking!!!! amazing!!!!!!! it’s in my top 5 minimum go try it out :D

Altea High by Lixie (! unfinished!)

Go back to school they said. It’ll be fun they said. Yeah, sure. It’s tons of fun scaling lava walls, accidentally setting things on fire, and being babysat by the school’s flirt.
When Lance signed up (*cough* bribed *cough*) to show the new firebug around the school he thought it would be a piece of cake. He did not anticipate the sour attitude, spontaneous explosions, intimate moments in elevators…

>>the sky high au you always knew you needed :D it’s still in the very early stages but the fic is really fun so far!!

Blue Shells and Comic Books by SonofHades (! unfinished!)

Lance has too much time on his hands, Keith doesn’t have enough. Lance leans more towards being outgoing and sociable, while Keith keeps to himself and can be mostly unpleasant. Neither think they have anything in common. What they don’t realize, however, is that there happens to be a very popular graphic novel that connects them together. Lance happens to be an avid reader and Keith just happens to secretly be the author.

>>another fic i’m super pumped for oh my god. each new chapter mail has me grinning like a maniac. the waiting between updates is suffering but all worth it in the end. it’s fun and interesting and i love it!

Flirting With Death by drippingpen (! unfinished!)

Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life.
More specifically, he saves Lance’s life.
Now they are forever linked, unable to survive without the other. Keith must protect Lance from the forces that are trying to right Keith’s wrong and kill Lance.

>>skdfghjksfhgdksjfhgjfjd i cannot describe it. the plot is really amazing and keith and lance are so attracted to each other but they can’t kiss because that would literally kill lance. it belongs to the top most interesting voltron fics out there :D

in your shoes by lydiamartin (! unfinished!)

The one where Keith and Lance live in different cities but swap bodies – and angry love notes – multiple times a week.

>>Kimi No Na Wa (your name) AU!!!! so basically anything but your typical body switch AU :P give it a try, you will be surprised by it, especially if you haven’t seen the movie.

Of Lions And House Cats by Ms_Towa (! unfinished!)

Keith is a superhero who’s been pining after the cute boy who works at the music shop across the street from HQ. He also doesn’t know that the cute boy is the same vigilante he wants to bring to justice.

>>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all the chapters are insanely long but they’re all worth it. the plot develops rather slowly but it’s perfect as it is :P the slowest of burns. despite that it never made me lose interest in it so definitely go check it out if you have multiple hours of nothing to do!! :D


I’m gonna stop here because this list is already insanely long but it is faaaaaar from finished, believe me. This fandom produces so many good fics I can’t keep up with it ; - ;

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)


“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.

“Lance!”

“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”

“Um…okay.”

Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.

“Lance-”

“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”

“No-”

“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Anytime.”

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.

"I Can't." A Sad Solangelo Fic

Hiya! This is a fic based on this post on @solangelo blog. Which I can only assume is a request based on this @willsolaced fic. Enjoy!


Nico di Angelo didn’t expect anyone to knock on his cabin door today. He didn’t expect it to be his boyfriend. And he especially didn’t expect him to be sobbing.

“Woah woah woah, what’s wrong, Sunshine?” Nico shook his hands in the air a few times before deciding to use them to pull Will Solace into his arms.

Nico scolded himself for hesitating, but what could he say? He had never even seen his boyfriend close to tears before. It was a bit shocking to him.

Nico had been sitting there on his bunk when there was a knock on his door. He answered to find an exhausted and disheveled son of Apollo on his front stoop.

Will’s eyes were red and his face wet, he was wearing his white doctor’s coat and was only wearing one blue rubber glove.

The blonde boy spoke from Nico’s shoulder. His voice was raspy and quiet, but definitely there.

“I can’t do this, Neeks.” He whispered.

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anonymous asked:

y'know, I never thought I could hate a character more than I hate Umbridge but then Wanda happened. I just... can't. fucking. stand. her. And then it's Clint... and even Natasha who betrayed Tony and I just need a life and friends and hobbies bc I spend all of my time obsessing over Tony and wanting him to be cared and loved and ok and I just... I HATE THEM!!!

Listen… before I get on to the Wonderfully Infuriating Subject of Wanda Maximoff, I’d like to say that I have 99 problems with Civil War, and the characterisations of my Good Boys Clint and Steve make up a good 95 of them. Just be warned, this rant is long and whiny as fuck.

I honestly really disliked Clint in Civil War, which sucks because he’s my Dumpster Son and he deserved better than just being reduced to The Guy With The Arrows, you know? What were his motives??? He was retired, he was spending time with his family, and then he just upped and left because ..what…Cap batted his eyelashes? Like… he had nothing to do with the accords. Nothing. He probably didn’t even read them; I mean Vision asked him to consider what he was doing and he did this Really Cool Eye Flicker™ before just saying ‘yeah lol okai considered bro’ and I mean?? You have children??? 

And then of course, the scene on the Raft. It’s kind of amusing in an infuriating sort of way, because I mean this is basically Clint summed up in a short piece:

Clint: *Breaks Law* For justice :))

Clint: *Is put in jail for breaking law*

Clint: :0 :0 This is UNJUST!!!!

And I mean, he appears to blame 100% of everything that happened on Tony, which I guess one could do when they’re angry and imprisoned and their other friend is standing on the other side of the bars. I can kind of get that from an objective point of view..? But? No? He’s an adult and he broke the law? That is… that’s what happens? 

Of course, when he makes that remark to Tony about Rhodey, all hope I had for his Civil War character immediately burst into an inferno and propelled itself out of the top story window. That was unnecessary and hurtful and untrue, and it made me want to slap the shit out of him.


Now. For Wanda.

If you like her character, then that is completely okay, but I don’t advise reading this.


Because I despise her. 

It’s not really her character, more as the way she was written. She had so much potential, to do so much good. But her origins are F U C K E D up, her attitude is childish (despite the fact that she is an adult guys!!) and her general character is quite frankly that of a whiny bitch.

We first see her in AoU, when she is working for HYDRA, after voluntarily (Voluntarily!! working for a terror organisation you guys!!!) Signing up for experimentation that had killed everyone else before her.
I mean, that alone tells you something about her character and her thought process.

Next, we discover that a missile with Tony’s last name on it tragically killed her parents. This is sad. This is horrible and no child should ever have to go through that.

But then she decides that Tony Stark Personally Aimed, Launched and Fired it, and decides to go on a ten-year murder plot in order to kill him for it, and that’s where the sympathy stops. Right there.

I know this is a common example, but Imma say it again because it’s important. If my parents were shot and killed by a gun that had the word ‘Beretta’ on it, I ain’t gonna go after the fuckin gun company. Why would anyone??? It makes literally no sense at all and just paints her as a villain who’s also lowkey stupid???

She had years to think these actions through, and yet still she did them. It literally does not matter about whether she helped for like the last hour of the Avengers film because the literal entire fucking world was going to be destroyed, and she didn’t want catastrophe on that scale.

You know,,, she just wanted to murder Tony. And obviously, the Avengers are his buddies, so lets try and kill them too for no reason at all!!!

She… I mean… God, she subjected Bruce to his worst nightmare and had him tear through a populated city,,, for the sake of destruction?? She literally just wanted to cause pain??? And you can’t tell me no-one died because of that because… it’s a fucking hulk? She purposely twisted all the team’s minds, and let Tony take the sceptre because she knew he could hurt people with it because of what she’d planted in his head? It’s… it’s disgusting?

You tell me ‘she’s changed’ and ‘she’s just like Tony, she used to be bad but now she’s good’ or whatever the fuck, but let me tell you this: Tony never, ever wreaked destruction for the sake of destruction. He never went out with the sole intention of killing specific innocents. He built weapons to p r o t e c t, which is why as soon as he sees they’re no longer doing that, he shuts that shit down. 

Wanda never seems to learn that lesson. Even when, For God Knows what fucked up reason, they appear to make her some sort of avenger for helping them stop the world ending (that, you know, she helped cause), she still doesn’t understand that her job is now to protect people? Her motives are still… idk selfish I guess?

“i can’t control their fear. Only my own.”

Well bitch u know what. Maybe if u stopped running off and trying to tell everyone that you, an incredibly powerful individual with a past involving terror organisations, are ‘above the law and don’t need the accords’, they’d… u know… stop being scared of u…


Don’t even get me started on what she said to Tony. I’m done with this shit. But yes anon I’m sorry this was so long but essentially, I very much agree. Good day sir.

  • Physic: reads my mind"
  • My brain: 
Dear Evan Hansen
We've been way too out of touch
Things have been crazy and it sucks that we don't talk that much
But I should tell you that I think of you each night
I rub my nipples and start moaning with delightWhy would you write thatI'm just trying to tell the truth You know what?
If you aren't going to take this seriously... Okay you need to calm yourself! This has to be perfect, okay? The emails have to prove that we were actually friends
They've got to be completely realistic There is nothing unrealistic about the love that one man feels for another Let's go back In fact, it's something quite beautiful Let's go back, Jared! I've gotta tell you life without you has been hard. Hard?Has been bad bad?
Has been rough Lame!
And I miss talking about life and other stuff
Very specific
Shut up 1like my parents
Who says that? I love my parents
But each day's another fight
If I stop smoking drugs then everything might be alright smoking drugs just fix it!
This isn't realistic at all!
It doesn't even sound like Connor!
Well I want to show that I was a good friend
Y'know? That I was trying to help him Oh my God if I stop smoking crack Crack?!
If I stop smoking pot then everything might be alright
I'll take your advice
I'll try to be more nice
I'll turn it around
Wait and see It’s all that it takes
Is a little reinvention
It’s easy to change if you give it your attention
All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be
Sincerely, me Are we done yet?
Well I mean I can't just show them one email
Okay, please stop hyperventilating
I'm not hyperventilating
You're having considerable trouble breathing
I'm having no trouble breathing
Do you need a paper bag to breath into?
I'm not hyperventilating!
Dear Connor Murphy
Yes I've also missed our talks
Stop doing drugs
Just try to take deep breaths and go on walksNo
I'm sending pictures of the most amazing treesNo!
You'll be obsessed with all my forest expertise
Absolutely not
Dude, I'm proud of you
Just keep pushing through
You're turning around
  • I can see Just wait and see
It’s all that it takes
Is a little reinvention
It’s easy to change if you give it your attention
All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be
Sincerely, me My sister's hot
What the hell? My bad Dear Evan Hansen Thanks for every note you send Dear Connor Murphy I'm just glad to be your friend Our friendship goes beyond Your average kind of bond But not because we're gay No, not because we're gay We're close, but not that way The only man that I love is my dad
  • Physic: wtf

circle-skye  asked:

Can you do a scenario with shouto the school is attacked by villains and thx to a force field for the schools safety security he can't help her fight. She takes them out but gets real injured and (she has an ice/water quirk) frost bitten from pushing herself way too hard and he goes to hug her to melt the ice on her skin and carries her to recovery girl. Confession when she wakes back up??? Love ur scenarios hc and pretty much everything!

This request got a little long. I hope you enjoy it!


“Todoroki!” you shout, pushing him backwards. 

He tumbles back, falling on the ground just as a domed force field expands around the school. No … no, no, no, no. Todoroki scrambles to his feet and pounds on the protective dome. The impact from his fist is absorbed by the wall, dipersing the force in ripples. He can’t get through. He can’t get to you. You. Villains chuckle as they gather around you. Todoroki launches his flames against the force field. He can’t get through. This can’t be happening to him. 

“(Last Name)-san!” 

He watches helplessly as a villain jumps you. His arms are wrapped around your neck as he lifts you off the ground. The man chuckles. 

“Should I kill you in front of your little boyfriend?”

“No. I’ll kill you in front of him.”

You breath out, steam billowing from your lips as you lower your body temperature. Blue creeps up the arms of your assailaint until with his whole body is covered in a sheet of icy crystals You knock your head back, cracking his nose agaisnt your skull. As you step out of his arms, his body fractures like glass, stattering into pieces. You look over to the other villains with a cool look on your face. They charge you, coming at you all at once. You quickly create an ice wall, but one of the goons breaks through. He is fast. Before you can react, his fist is already pumping your stomach, forcing you back agaisnt the force field. The air is knocked out of your lungs, and you are sure he just ruptured one of your organs. Todoroki shouts and bangs on the barrier with all his might when he sees you coughing up blood.

“That’s enough. I’ll take care of her,” a man with dark hair and a patchwork face steps forward, “Looks like Todoroki Shouto is interested in her. So I think I will be too.”

Black flames lick at his fingertips as he casts his hand. You wrap yourself in a small ice prism as your form is engulfed in the midnight inferno. The black-haired guy is laughing as he adds his other hand, cranking up the heat even higher. You are pressing your palms against the rapidly melting ice. The tips of your finger tips are losing color. It’s taking all you have to maintain this barrier … and your limit is rapidly approaching. Your breath is coming out in heavy pants from your cracked, blue lips. You need to end this. Now.

“Glacial Forest.”

Large mountains of ice emerge from ground, jutting and peircing the sky. The black-haired man smirks and calls a retreat from your jagged ice. Todoroki watches in awe. What impressive power. Your ice production makes his look like child’s play. He blinks as the force field disappates. Todoroki doesn’t question it. He doesn’t have time to. He is already running to your side, taking your unconscious form into his arms. Todoroki brings his left hand to cup your face. Your lips are blue and a black spot is starting for form on your nose. You are icy to the touch but you aren’t shivering. You are hardly breathing.

He holds you to his left side, warming your body. You pushed him back to save him. You fought those villains to protect him. You can’t die because of him! Teachers flood over to the area when your ice is protruding from the ground. Todoroki runs by them. He doesn’t have time to stop. You can’t die.

“Recovery Girl!” he is out of breath, “Please help her.”

The elderly lady instructs him to place you on the bed. He follows the instructions, waiting for Recovery Girl to heal you. She plant a kiss on your forehead, and your body is enveloped in a green light as the color returns to your body. Your eyes flutter open.

“(Last Name),” he stands abruptly. His voice is laced with relief.

“Todoroki-kun, are you alright?”

“Am I? Am I alright? What kind of question is that? Are you alright?”

“I’m okay if you are.”

“(Last Name), how can you be so reckless? You could’ve died. I could’ve lost you …” he says, “What would I do then? A life without you is a life I don’t want to live in.”

You blink up at him before smiling softly.

“You know, Shouto,” you say softy, testing his name on your tongue, “I’m still a little cold. Warm me up?”

Todoroki sides into the left side of the bed, making sure to pull your body close to him without aggravating your wounds. He is warm; you feel so nice in his arms. Todoroki presses a kiss to your forehead as you drift off to sleep. Recovery Girl chuckles, shutting the door behind her and leaving the two of you alone together. 

Noise (Part 1)

Summary: (Chris Evans x Reader for now) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world.
Warnings: none
Word count: 1444
A/N: As I was spending Christmas Day moving into an apartment and I heard my neighbor upstairs make some ruckus, a fic idea came to mind. Original, I know. 

Originally posted by knowles-morgan


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khotarou  asked:

heeey ! 120 or 142 ? (i can't choose tbh, i just want something fun to read) i really love your hc and drabbles <3

Aww thank you so much my love 💜 It means the world to me. 

Okay so I have chosen 142 because ahhh I got a cute idea. I hope you enjoy this <3

142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

Even was lying on Isak’s bed with his feet crossed as he scrolled through netflix on Isak’s laptop, trying to choose the next movie he was going to open Isak’s eyes to. 

Isak was in the kitchen getting food when a notification popped up on the laptop

JulianDahl liked your photo

and then another

JulianDahl commented on your photo “lol Isak your so funny. 😂”

Even squinted his eyes at the little window before it floated away. Who the hell was this fool? and why had Isak never mentioned him? 

he was going to just let it go when another one popped up 

JulianDahl liked your post

Even’s thumb accidentally bumped the keyboard and clicked on the window which magically took him to Isak’s Instagram page. 

he scrolled through the notifications and saw a million of the same thing 

JulianDahl liked your photo

JulianDahl liked your photo 

JulianDahl commented on your photo “You look nice here Isak 😋” 

Even slammed the laptop shut and shoved it to the side. Okay who the hell did that dude think he was and what was he doing commenting on how nice his boyfriend looked wearing a scarf. 

That was Even’s job.

Not yours Julian. 

Even felt an odd feeling creep up into his veins. it was uncomfortable and slimy in his chest and the only time he remembered feeling like this was at the Kosegruppa meeting when Emma tried to partner up with Isak and during the Kosegruppa party when she had her face on the man of Even’s life’s face! 

ugh. Even ran his hands through his hair and jumped up just to pace the room like an idiot. I mean it shouldn’t upset him at all but-

no! He had every right to be upset. some kind of…some Julian Dahl was clearly obsessed with his golden haired angel and he obviosuly didn’t get the memo that Isak already had someone to tell him he looks nice. Not just nice Julian. Isak was so fucking hot. 

“Hey baby we literally had no food but I managed to throw together some cheese toasties, did you pick a - what’s wrong?” 

Isak looked at Even in confusion as he watched the older boy pout and puff his chest out. He was being so exaggeratedly annoyed that Isak couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. He looked like a cartoon character. 

Even tried to play it cool but it didn’t last long. 

“Who’s Julian Dahl and why does he like all your photos?” 

Isak blinked at him for two beats before doubling over in laughter. 

“Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening!” he shouted in between giggles as Even lifted his eyebrows in question. 

“Oh so he’s funny huh?” He pulled Isak towards him and kissed his neck 

“am I funnier?” 

“Yes Even. You’re hilarious.” 

Even grinned before remembering what this was about “Then who the hell is Julian?” 

Isak smiled and waved his had dismissing every single thought that came with Julian Dahl’s name. “He is just some guy who has been liking all my photos and sending me messages since first year. I don’t even know him!” 

Even pulled back and smiled brightly “So you have a secret admirer? Aww Isak that is so cute.”

Isak rolled his eyes. “Well you’ve certainly changed your tune. And it’s not a secret if we know his name.” 

Even grabbed his phone and pointed it at them “I think we should take a selfie to send a little message to your admirer. Let’s see if he still looks nice in my arms Julian” 

Isak shook his head and laughed “You’re unbelievable. You know that right?” 

“Quick! hold my hand so he gets jealous.” Even said, grabbing for his hand and winking at him cheekily. 

“Wow you are literally a 12 year old girl. This explains so much.” 

“Hush baby smile for the camera.” 

Isak spoke through his teeth “The Gabrielle obsession, your love for Leonardo Dicaprio and the fact that we always have to watch a god damn romance before falling asleep.” 

Even snapped the photo. 

“You look nice here Isak.” Even said looking at the photo. 

Isak smiled and shoved his arm “shut uuuupp” 

“You shut up” Even retaliated smiling as he pressed his lips against Isak’s. 

Isak gave Even his open hand “okay gimme.” 

He looked at the photo and smiled before posting it. 

He threw his phone on the bed just before Even lunged and wrapped his arms around him, kissing Isak’s throat. they were all lips and and limbs before they finally fell onto the bed in a bunch of giggles. Suddenly Isak’s phone dinged. 

Even picked it up and howled in laughter. 

“What? What is it?” 

Even passed the phone to Isak 

JulianDahl liked your photo

Isak groaned. 

There was another ding and before Isak could look, Even was taking it from him. 

he smiled before typing quickly. 

“Even what are you-”

“Done.” Even said, giving Isak his phone back. 

Isak looked at what he just did and choked on his own breath. 

JulianDahl: nice

IsakYaki: Thanks Julian. Don’t you think my BOYFRIEND looks nice? He is very nice. I have a very nice BOYFRIEND. Your approval is appreciated.

Isak whacked a laughing Even on the chest “You are the biggest dork in the entire world! I can’t believe you!” 

Even grinned and pulled Isak towards him “Believe it. I’m just soooo nice.” 

“Ugh I hate you” Isak mumbled in his chest, feeling Even tremble against him in laughter.

“You love me.” Even replied. 

and Isak responded by biting his neck, because yes he really really did. 


Ahhhh What did this even become? I hope you liked this 

Send me one of these prompts and I’ll try to write it. <3

chiwalker  asked:

How 'bout you livestreamed with your forever best friend and I know it's irrational but I miss you and I'm jealous?

I know you sent this prompt to Sophie, but she saved it for me because she knows that I am absolutely in love with Darius, and this shit gives me life.



“So … saw your livestream.”

Misha smiles as he presses the phone against his ear with his shoulder, leaving both his hands free to grab at his daughter before she runs away, so that he can wipe the smeared chocolate off her face. “Oh yeah?” he says, slightly distracted by the straw-headed wiggle worm that is his progeny.

“Yeah. It was funny.”

Misha manages to clean Maison off to the point that she’s at least decent-ish—enough to where he won’t be worried about her getting chocolate all over the couch. “Glad you liked it.” He finally lets his daughter go and smacks her bum as she runs off giggling.

“Yeah” Jensen says again, but now that Misha is really listening, he can tell just how awkward the man sounds.

“What?”

“What do you mean, what?”

Misha laughs. “I mean, what’s up with you?”

The call is quiet a moment before he hears Jensen rustling around the speaker. “Nothin’. I’m fine.”

Okay …” Misha rattles, but he shrugs it off—knowing his friend well enough to get that, sometimes he’s moody, but he’ll talk about it if he really needs to. “So …” Misha begins again, getting ready to ask the guy how he’s been doing.

“Did Darius make his flight?” Jensen jumps in, slightly more urgent than Misha is expecting.

Um … no, but there was another one leaving about an hour later, so he switched it.”

“Oh … good. I mean, not good that he missed his original flight, but good that he got another one. That’s … yeah.”

Now Misha is squinting, staring blankly out the window to the backyard. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah” Jensen squeaks, sounding strange with his voice so high. “Just … ya know, makin’ sure that your friend made it home safe.”

“That’s very … considerate of you” Misha says skeptically.

“What did you two do? While he was there, I mean. How long was he there? I mean, when Jared and I were there you didn’t mention him … so, like was he there when we were there?”

Um, yeah … he was here. Stayed for about a week.”

“Stayed – with you?” Jensen whispers.

And Misha can’t help but chuckle now because he thinks he’s finally seeing what’s going on—and after being tortured by Darius the last seven days, he can’t find it within himself to be mature about it. “Yeah. It was a tight fit, but Vicki and I managed to squeeze him in between us.”

“Oh …”

The sadness in Jensen’s voice sucks all the fun right out of it. “Oh Jesus, Jensen! I’m kidding. He stayed in the guest room.”

“Oh! Okay … cool. I mean, not that—he couldn’t stay … if you wanted … you’re an adult” Jensen clears his throat and Misha has to tug the phone back some with how loud it is.

In spite of it though, he’s smiling. “Are you jealous?”

“No! I … no!”

“That is so fucking cute! You are!”

“I’m not!”

Mhmm” Misha hums, smiling wider as West runs by wearing one of his baseball hats. “Tell me, is the outside of your binder covered in hearts with our initials inside them?”

“What?” Jensen snaps back and Misha can only sigh.

“I’m insinuating that you’re a teenage girl with a crush— sorry, I’m tired so that wasn’t very clear.”

“You’re a dick” Jensen grumbles.

“Yeah— that is clear. Darius said the same thing several times over the course of his stay.”

“At least he and I can agree on that.”

“Does that mean there are things that you don’t agree with him on?” Misha asks curiously.

“No … I just meant—”

“Yeah?”

Jensen quiets again.

Misha tries his best to keep it together— but he’s just loving this so much.

“Just … what did he mean about your usual power dynamic? I dont — I don’t get that. And he kept teasing you about Gishwhes … and has he really not seen the show? I just  … he was just messin’ with you a lot, dude. You should have said something to him about that.”

“You and Jared mess with me all the time” Misha offers coolly, hoping that he’s pulling off nonchalant, effectively.

“Yeah—but that’s different!”

“How so?”

“Well … I mean, you know that we’re kidding!”

“I know that Darius was kidding” Misha purrs.

“Yeah but I didn’t—” Jensen yelps and then stops abruptly—his heavy breath heaving in and out of the speaker like he’s been running through this entire phone call.

“Ah … I see” Misha chuckles, now looking fondly at nothing at all. It’s sweet—really, Jensen thinks that he’s his to tease … well, his and Jared’s; but Jensen will jump in and defend him on the days that Jared goes too far, so he supposes it’s understandable that he would feel uneasy about not being able to do the same in regards to Darius. Not that he would be able to stop Darius from carrying on— Jensen would honestly just make everything worse if he tried, but Misha won’t tell him that. All he will do is just sit here a smile a little longer, because right now, one of his best friends is super jealous over the fact that Misha has a strong connection with someone else, and that’s just too adorable for words. “I mean … I have known the guy since I was twelve, Jensen … so …” Misha finally says, once it’s obvious that the other man is drowning in the silence.

“I … I just never seen you like that” Jensen mutters back, dejectedly.

“Like what?”

“Like … speechless.”

Misha laughs louder now. “Yeah, well Darius can say some crazy shit every now and then.”

“Tell me about it” and the guy sounds even more miserable than he did before.

“Oh, he was behaving  himself on that video—you should have heard him the other day!”

Jensen all but groans. “Not helping!”

Misha chuckles. “Sorry … I’m just trying to explain that he’s a real character.”

“Yeah, I got that much from the livestreams” Jensen grumbles, huffing and puffing like he’s got pigs to piss off.

“This is really bothering you isn’t it?” Misha says eventually, because he’s actually kind of surprised. Jensen has always been protective of his friends, but there’s more to this than that, and he really wants to know what it is.

“I …” Jensen starts, sounding pained for even saying that much.  “I mean … I know he’s your best friend and all, and I know you’ve known him for pretty much your entire life, and I know you guys have a million things in common … but I just … I dunno. He’s like— he’s so like you, and I’m not, ya know? And like, he could say these smart things and you seemed like you weren’t sure how to respond … and you always have something to say! And I just—it’s crazy, I know, and I’m being stupid but … yeah, okay! I’m jealous! I just … he just seems to get you and … fuck, he even sings, dude! Like what the hell? How am I supposed to compete with that?”

Misha’s mouth is hanging open and he’s frankly, shocked that he’s even able to speak at all—because he’s never heard Jensen say this much during a phone call, and for him to say this much, and to say this in particular well, it’s just all manners of crazy. “Wow …” Misha starts, “umwow.”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry, but … wow!” Misha laughs and then leans back in his chair, smiling up towards the ceiling. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Guess I can leave you speechless too then” Jensen grits out—and the defensive edge to his voice makes him even cuter.

“Guess so.” Misha chuckles some more before he finally sighs and looks back down at the ground, eyes traveling across all his kids’ toys and the usual trail of debris that they leave behind. “You know it’s not a competition, right?” he says after another breath, hoping that he can at last, get to the part where he makes Jensen feel better about everything.

“Yeah—I know.”

“And you know that, just because I’m close with Darius, doesn’t mean I can’t be close with you too.”

“Yeah.”

“And … between the two of you, you’re a much better kisser. I mean, he gets all rough and he bites a lot—you should see my lower lip! It’s all puffy and swollen. It’s not pretty.”

“You’re such a fucker.”

“And you’re an adorable, jealous doofus.”

Jensen finally laughs a little, and it makes Misha do the same.

“You’re lucky that I like jealous doofuses.”

His friend’s smile is obvious, and Misha pushes it against his skin as he hugs the phone even closer to his ear. “Yeah” Jensen whispers, contentedly. “I know I am.”

please don’t notice me (but i wouldn’t mind if you did)

for @attack-on-stalking


Levi admires the other boy from across the lecture hall. His glasses frame his beautiful face perfectly, sitting on the bridge of the nose that Levi wants to press tiny kisses to. His smile is charming and bright and it makes those stupid butterflies beat at Levi’s stomach. 

He looks down at the page in his sketch book, having stopped taking notes when he first saw the other boy a few weeks ago. Levi knew it was probably a little creepy, always staring and sketching him from across the classroom, but he couldn’t help it. Levi loved the way his pastel pink sweater fit him perfectly, making his tan skin stand out even more and his breathtaking ocean eyes bright enough to light up a small city. 

Levi’s art couldn’t do them justice. 

When Levi looked up again, his heart almost jumped out of his chest when the pastel beauty was looking at him, blinking a couple times and a soft smile on his face. Levi wasn’t sure if he was going blind from staring at him or if there was a blush on the other’s cheeks. 

“Shit,” Levi cursed under his breath and ducked his head, pulling his beanie down farther on his head and shoved his sketch book into his bag. Class was dismissed and Levi raced out of the lecture hall before his friends could process that he had left. 

His heart was racing as well as his thoughts and he made a beeline for his favorite spot on the campus grass, a place where people never usually paid him any mind. He was sat under a tree, grumbling as he flipped through the many —too many— pages full of the stupid boy in Levi’s lecture class that made Levi feel stupid things that he didn’t even know he was capable of. 

Levi didn’t even know his name and he was practically wrapped around his finger. 

“Hey.”

Levi paused, every fibre of his being frozen as he stared at the flower pattered converse that stood in front of him. He was almost too terrified to look up but he did, eyes travelling slowly up long, beautiful legs until he was met with overalls. It was obvious that they had been cut to be turned into shorts, the light colored denim complimenting tan skin. 

“Uh, uh…” Levi stuttered once he reached the boy’s eyes. They were soft and kind, almost as soft as his hair looked and Levi suddenly felt stupid. He could feel his cheeks flushed in a bright pink in embarrassment and he fumbled to close his sketch book that rested in his lap. 

“You’re Levi, right?”

He knows my name? Levi screamed in his head, jaw dropped open slightly in shock before nodding. 

“I’m Eren.”

Fuck, why is that so cute and fitting and perfect? Levi was becoming a mess and he hadn’t even said two coherent words to him. 

“I’m Levi.” He psychically cringed at himself for that. His name had already been established, there wasn’t any need for him to introduce himself and Levi wanted the tree he was sitting against to fall on top of him and squish him like a bug. 

Eren giggled a little behind his hand, adjusting the sleeves of his sweater that he wore under his overalls. 

Levi’s mind went blank at the sound.

“I like your piercings.” The compliment took a few moments to process in Levi’s brain, the gears turning slower than a snail and he smiled awkwardly.

He brought a hand up to his septum piercing, fumbling with it before stupidly feeling the others that were on his face. “I, I, uh, I like your face.” The words stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them and that’s when he knew he had done it. 

The look on Eren’s face was unreadable and Levi was about to jump up and sprint away. But Eren stopped him. 

“I like yours too.”

“Huh?” 

Eren giggled again and Levi thought he had died and gone to heaven. “I like yours too. I would also like to take you and your cute face to lunch, if that’s okay with you?”

Levi was short-circuiting. This couldn’t be happening. Could it? The boy who wore cute pastel cat sweaters and overalls that sat across from Levi in his lecture hall was not asking Levi out on a date. He had to be dreaming. 

“Levi?” 

He was brought back to his senses, snapping his mouth shut and he rubbed at his face. “Or, I mean, I’m sorry. I came on a bit strong, didn’t I? I’m sorry—” 

Levi cut off Eren’s rambling with a smile. “No. You didn’t. It’s okay. Uh, how… how do you feel about Chinese food?”

The smile that covered Eren’s lips was forever engraved in Levi’s mind and he knew he was in love. “Sounds perfect.”

anonymous asked:

Can I request hc where bakugou is being really stupid with his gf (he loves her of course, but he's a dick of course) and then she just ran away crying bc she can't stand it anymore? You decide if we can have a happy ending or not 😘

Ooh I get to decide the ending, huh? This’ll be fun!

~

Bakugou Katsuki

It’s no secret that Bakugou is an antisocial individual. Actually, that doesn’t get my point across enough. He’s an explosively loud, abrasive, egotistical individual.

You are aware of this. Still, you knew there was good in him. Most people said he could easily just become a villain instead. But you knew there was no other option but being a hero for him.

He is the kind of guy who doesn’t warm up to people easily. But you kept trying, and trying, and trying to get his attention and get him to lower his guard around you. Eventually, you succeeded.

You still weren’t quite sure what he saw in you. You knew you were a good person, of course, but you didn’t know why Bakugou wanted to be in a relationship with you. Still, you never questioned it and continued on.

On that day, you realized that was a mistake. Bakugou was angrier than usual after school had ended for the day. You didn’t have every single class with him, so you didn’t know what happened.

Actually, he wasn’t really angry. He was just more ticked off. But you still were careful around him. “Katsuki-kun, are you okay? Do you want any–”

“Shut up.” His voice was threatening but he didn’t explode at you just yet. You knew he was probably going to if you kept talking to him, but you continued on anyway.

“I was just making sure that–” “I don’t care what you were trying to do, I told you to shut up!” His voice was getting louder and louder, but you didn’t stop. Why didn’t you just stop?

“Katsuki, I just–” “SHUT UP!” It was deafeningly loud. He let out an explosion from his hands at that moment, though he was careful enough not to blow up anything of importance.

“You really bug me, you know that?” he continued. “You always nag, nag, nag. You’re not my damn mother! Sometimes you just need to shut the hell up, okay? God, I don’t even know why I liked you in the first place!”

He was just talking to himself. He was just too angry. He wasn’t thinking straight. You kept trying to make excuses for the cruel things he said. But you couldn’t bring yourself to believe them this time. Not this time. He went too far.

“Katsuki…you’re right. I nag too much. I just want to make sure that you’re okay, but I know you don’t like when I do that. I’m sorry. You need someone who gives you space. I get that. I’m sorry for being too overbearing. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”

Then you walked away. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you were talking to him, but you forced them not to spill. Now, however, Bakugou wasn’t looking anymore. So you let your tears fall.

Bakugou panted like he just finished running a marathon. What did he just do? Some of what he said was true, he admits to that, but he didn’t mean to hurt you.

It was true that Bakugou felt smothered by you sometimes. He just needed his space and wasn’t used to people caring about him. Why couldn’t he just express that to you? What was wrong with him?

Bakugou sank to the floor, not even bothering to head over to a couch or his bed. He was usually so sure of himself, he usually knew he was the greatest, that he was number one. But in times like these, he couldn’t help but feel the exact opposite.

He held his head between his knees and took a shuddering breath. He couldn’t even get you to stay, huh? Why couldn’t he just tell you how he felt? Why couldn’t he express his emotions to you? Why couldn’t he chase after you right now, while he still had the chance?

Bakugou looked up at the ceiling, feeling something that wasn’t sweat drip down his cheeks. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears. “Why?”

gettoknowkiribaku  asked:

kiribaku & tododenks

Send me a ship, and I’ll tell you…

KiriBaku

  • who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Kirishima is the werewolf, and Bakugou is the hunter. He’s been trying to hunt Kirishima down, but I can’t fucking believe you made me your mate, shitty wolf.

  • who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Bakugou is the mermaid…er man, and Kirishima is the fisherman. Bakugou had been trying to drown Kirishima with his songs, but it just doesn’t work. I actually have an AU of this here if anyone is interested.

  • who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Kirishima is the witch, and Bakugou is the familiar. Kirishima fails at being a witch though. He forgets all the spells, mixes up potions, and just messes up in general. Bakugou has to do everything. Seriously. Why is he the fucking familiar?

  • who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Bakugou is the barista, and Kirishima is (not) the coffee addict. He just goes twice a day to see Bakugou. He also likes the way Bakugou writes his name on the cups okay. Bakugou’s handwriting is manly!

  • who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Bakugou is the professor, and Kirishima is the TA who only striven to become the TA because Bakugou is totally hot, and oh dear lord, are those reading glasses?

  • who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Kirishima is the knight in shining (red) armor, and Bakugou is the prince who (does not) need saving. Kirishima is tasked to guard Bakugou, but Bakugou really doesn’t need a guard; he can totally take care of himself. Except that time when he almost agreed to marry an ogre without knowing it which totally didn’t happen, shut the fuck up, shitty hair.

  • who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Bakugou is the teacher (he tries not to curse in front of the kids, he really does TRY), Kirishima is the single parent with his sweet daughter, and Hotaru, my beautiful wonderful child, don’t you have another parent-teacher meeting soon? I sort of kinda want to see your teacher and ask him out on date-I mean about your progress at school?

  • who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Kirishima is the writer, and Bakugou is the editor. Kirishima always submits his manuscripts like one day before it’s due, and omfg shitty hair, how many times do I have to edit out your confessions to me in your manuscripts, but for the record, I fucking love you too. Now can you please fucking stop writing i love you on the paper, and just tell me. We’re literally MARRIED. FOR TWO YEARS.

—–

TodoDenks

  • who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Denki is the hunter; Todoroki is the werewolf, but it’s going to end in a different kind of hunting where the hunter becomes the hunted, and now Denki is getting eaten. If you know what I mean.

  • who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

(part of my merman AU but actually isn’t written in that AU i linked here) Todoroki is the merman, and Denki is the fisherman, and uhm, you’ve been staring at me for five minutes, so I’m thinking you’re not planning to drown me? Can you please help me back to my boat? I’m kind of getting tired here.

  • who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Denki is the witch; Todoroki is the familiar. Denki always almost ends up cursing himself with his spells; Todoroki needs to make sure the witch isn’t going to end up turning himself into a toad later.

  • who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Denki is the barista, and Todoroki is the coffee addict who’s always at the coffee shop and well Denki always also ends up making him his coffee, and oh my god, Bakugou that guy had been staring at me. I don’t think he likes the coffee I made, what do I do?

  • who’s the professor and who’s the TA

Denki is the professor, and Todoroki  is the TA. Denki always forgets his lessons; Todoroki is always there to remind him and bring his lessons, and maybe I should discuss this lesson?

  • who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Todoroki is the prince, Denki is the knight. Uhm I’m sorry your highness, but I’m supposed to save you ??? Not the other way round???

  • who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Denki is the teacher, and Todoroki is the (hot) single parent. Oh you’re Shiro’s parent? You’re hot. I mean I like your hair uhm.. I mean the floor is… white?

“You mean Shiro is doing good academically?”

“That’s what I meant, be quiet Bakugou.”

  • who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Denki is the writer, and Todoroki is the editor, and why are there doodles he- oh is this me? Denki just about dies because he forget to erase those. Dear lord, save him.

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a fic where Bones gets into a car accident where a drunk driver hits him or something? Jim is a volunteer firefighter who shows up on the scene and just can't handle it because it's his Bones?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

  • “I’m literally dying,” Jim proclaims, voice a little hoarse from the flu. “You’re sounding awfully alive for a person dying,” Bones replies, lying in bed next to him with his nose buried in a book. Like most nights. The way he’s focused on those pages is the most endearing thing, and Jim loves the sight of it. So Jim shifts closer, clammy hands and hot lips brushing over Bones’ naked chest and toned arms, but Bones is just a very quick: “No”, and pushes Jim off. “Why not?” Jim asks, “I need to sweat out the virus.” “Sex isn’t gonna do that. And you’re sick. It’s not exactly romantic,” Bones replies, turning to look at Jim. “I don’t need romantic,” Jim counters. “You’ll be passed out before we’d even make it to second base,” Bones says, and Jim huffs. “I could be dead tomorrow, and you’ll regret not having slept with me.” Bones laughs at that, closing his book, but rather than turning his attention to sex, he just pulls Jim in his arms and holds him close. 
  • After their initial dislike towards each other, Jim and Spock have grown rapidly close, and they spend a lot of time together on crime scenes, and the bar afterwards. Even if Spock is one of those fancy pricks who only drinks hipster beers, and Jim mocks him for it relentlessly, he’s grown fond of the other. They’ve been sitting together for an hour when Leonard walks in, too, and he sits down with the two of them. There’s still bloodstains on his uniform, and Jim makes sure to order an extra strong drink because of it. “Rough day?” Spock asks, and Bones shrugs. Tries to play it casual, but Jim notices those tense shoulders and stiff jaw. Bones does that either when he’s upset or angry, and so he reaches out under the table, gently squeezing Bones’ hand. “Teenagers gut hurt in a gunfire,” Bones replies, “one dead. The other probably won’t make it through the night.” Spock frowns, gently reaching out, too, hand resting on Bones’ shoulder. “I’m sure he would’ve been in much more agony, had you not helped out.” They talk about everything and nothing, and at least it helps getting Bones’ mind off of the dire situation. The three of them bicker about each other’s professions, until Jim ultimately wins the argument by leaning in and kissing Bones. “What was that for?” Bones asks, and Jim shrugs. “I could be dead tomorrow,” he says, “and you would regret not having kissed me.” “I would’ve regret not shutting you up earlier,”  Bones remarks, and Jim laughs. 
  • And between the three of them, Jim is most often in immediate danger. Sure, Spock gets shot at frequently, but he generally does his homework well before entering a dangerous situation.  Bones is often fine, he’s there to heal people who are already sick, after all. Though he does occasionally gets punched in the face or threatened, those are luckily not daily occurrences. Jim, however, when he’s not pulling cats out of trees and lecturing school kids about bin fires, he’s present at emergency situations. He gets hurt a lot for being the reckless hero, but he’s always okay in the end. That doesn’t mean that Bones likes to point out his dumb luck. Even Jim himself frequently comments how this job’s gonna be the end of him someday, though he’s been so incredibly lucky, it’s often nothing more but a joke.
  • Jim is so prone to getting hurt, he doesn’t twice think about it happening to Bones. Which, surely, happened a couple times, but it’s usually something a few stitches or bandages can fix. He doesn’t consider the fact Bones can get seriously hurt, because, well, he just can’t. He’s a doctor. Doctors are invincible, and compared to Jim’s track record, Bones kind of is. Even when he gets the call about a car crashing into an ambulance, he doesn’t think about it. He just gets into his truck and drives towards the scene.
  • But he instantly recognizes the ambulance where he’s spent many an occasion himself. He knows the scratches off the paint job in the back, he knows that license plate. That ambulance, or the wreckage that’s trapped between the passenger car and a building - that’s Bones’ ambulance. 
  • It hits him so hard, Jim struggles to breathe. It’s different than that time Bones was stuck in a burning building. Somehow, this is worse. He pushes past the crowd of people, only caught by Spock before he just thoughtlessly runs towards the scene. “Jim,” Spock calls him strictly, holding on to him tight enough. “Spock - Jesus, that’s Bones in there. We gotta- we gotta do something-” “Breathe,” Spock tells him, “I tried, we can’t get him out by hand.” “Is he alive?” “I don’t know.” “Spock” “I don’t know, Jim,” Spock replies, “I know this is going to sound harsh, but I need you to take a deep breath, and then I need you to do your job, okay?” Jim nods, though his hands are shaking. At least until Spock grabs a hold of them. “You’ve saved people in this situation before,” Spock continues, “you can do it again.”
  • And he can, though he barely holds it together. Other ambulances arrive, and the drunk driver is pulled out the wreckage relatively safe. Not if it were up to Jim, though, because the patient in the back of Bones’ ambulance is called dead, and then there’s Bones. Bones, who looks like a mess when the other medics manage to get him out. Bones, who’s barely breathing, with broken ribs, a concussion, and God knows what else. No, if it were up to Jim, that driver wouldn’t have seen the next light of day. 
  • Jim’s never quite had a panic attack before, but he’s had at least three of them that night, relying on Spock to calm him down and breathe him through it. And then still, he’s miserable. He’s miserable because the doctors won’t let him see Bones, while he’s under surgery for hours, and they won’t let him see him after while he’s still on intensive care. Jim tries sleeping at home, but that just makes him feel worse, so Spock lets him sleep over on the couch at his place instead. Though come morning, Spock finds an empty sofa, and he finds Jim in the hospital, asleep on those uncomfortable chairs. 
  • He doesn’t really eat until Spock forces him to. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t shower, and once he’s allowed to be in the same room as Bones, he just doesn’t leave. When the other wakes up, though, it’s like all of that dread just falls off his shoulders. Even if worry returns to him immediately, because Bones is in a lot of pain, and the nurses up his morphine until he’s knocked out for another few days.
  • But then Bones is finally conscious, and Jim notices because he’s watching reruns of some old sci-fi TV show when he hears the other sniff and sob next to him. “Jesus- Bones, you’re awake! What’s the matter?” Jim asks, immediately getting up and cupping Bones’ cheeks, “are you okay? Do I need to call the nurse?” “I don’t want to go into space.” “… what?” “People can’t breathe in space,” Bones says quietly, “I’m going to die in space. I don’t want to go.” “You’re not going into space,” Jim says, utterly confused until he realizes the morphine’s just doing its job. “You say that now,” Bones replies, “but you would drag us there.” Jim laughs at that, pressing a kiss to Bones’ forehead, and he runs his thumb under the other’s eye to catch that tear. “That’s probably true.” “What if we can’t be married in space?” “We’re not married now,” Jim points out, and Bones just frowns. “I think we should be,” he says, and Jim smiles. “I think so, too.”
RWBY RP Prompts
  • "Why can't you just swoon over your own weapon? Aren't you happy with it?"
  • "Are you.... robbing me?"
  • "Oh my god, you really exploded."
  • "I'm queen of the castle!"
  • "I still don't think that's what a sloth sounds like."
  • "For it is in passing that we achieve immortality."
  • "But why would I need friends if I have you?"
  • "There's no such thing as negative friends."
  • "Aren't you the guy who threw up?"
  • "Nailed it!"
  • "You came back!"
  • "Boop~!"
  • "I don't think sloths make a lot of noise."
  • "Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path..."
  • "You're about to see a whole different side of me today."
  • "It's also a gun."
  • "Why hide who you are?"
  • "Can you imitate a sloth?"
  • "Off with their heads!"
  • "You're going on world-saving missions without us?!"
  • "You monsters!"
  • "Oh god, it's happening again!"
  • "I could've taken him."
  • "I'm hurt! Sad! Maybe a little hungry. That last one's not your fault..."
  • "I'm not trying to show off. I want you to know I can do this!"
  • "You called me friend! Am I really your friend?"
  • "I'm combat ready!"
  • "I don't have a lot of friends; but if I did, I'd want them to talk to me about things."
  • "That's why we're here! To make it better!"
  • "Great, the gang's all here. Now we can all die together!"
  • "Well that was a thing."
  • "Most people are born, but I was made."
  • "I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk."
  • "Banzai!"
  • "I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening."
  • "I wouldn't exactly call it a 'little' operation."
  • "You are not the brightest banana in the bunch, are ya kid?"
  • "Or we could ditch the beds... and replace them with bunk beds!"
  • "She's a hazard to my health!"
  • "You know, we really gotta stop meeting like this. People are gonna talk..."
  • "It's just that, you seem a little... NOT okay."
  • "YES! I love it when you're feisty!"
  • "Whoa, you can control poles..."
  • "I'm not the biggest fan of local law enforcement."
  • "I am not a crook."
  • "You just destroyed my favorite clothing store. Prepare to die."
  • "It is precisely this kind of ignorance that breeds violence!"
  • "Hey, we've got a plan! That's... moderately serious."
  • "Guess who's back?"
  • "Who's ready to fight for their lives?"
  • "Well the name's _______ Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it."
  • "Why must your answer to everything involve a triumphant display of military bravado!?"
  • "What a freak!"
  • "Learning is SO MUCH fun."
  • "I can't dance, man!"
  • "This is the part where you lose."
  • "Spare us the thought of you procreating."
  • "Justice will be swift! Justice will be painful! It will be DELICIOUS!"
  • "Oooh, look at me! My name's ______! I know facts! I'm rich!"
  • "You can't even stop me!"
  • "Let me try! You can trust me!"
  • "You think just because you've got nuts and bolts instead of squishy guts makes you any less real than me?"
  • "Okay, yeah, when you say it out loud, it sounds worse."
  • "Get back in the bag."
  • "Don't worry. Things will be better tomorrow."
  • "What are you doing?! Do you have any idea of the damage you could have caused?!"
  • "You were worth every cent, truly you were."
  • "We'll break his legs!"
  • "Weren't you in a cult or something?"
  • "You really want to start making things up to me?"
  • "By no means does this make us friends."
  • "I can always be a farmer or something."
  • "You hardly look the part."
  • "Do you always break the law without giving a second thought?"
  • "I will seriously pay you to shut up."
  • "This is turning out just like the divorce!"
  • "I can see why your father would want to protect such a delicate flower!"
  • "Always sunshine and rainbows with you."
  • "Now, I'll be the first to admit, humans... are the worst."
  • "You can't sleep, you hardly eat, and to be honest, your grades have been suffering."
  • "If you don't get a date to the dance, I'll wear a dress."
  • "If I don't get doilies, you don't get fog machines."
  • "I see you're hiding at the punch bowl as well."
  • "Hey man, do you have a wireless password?"
  • "You may be fast, but you still excel at wasting time!"
  • "All you've been so far is a nuisance!"
  • "It's a combat skirt!"
  • "The innocent never run."
  • "I hate this game of emotions we play."
  • "I have a legacy of honor to uphold."
Listen

It’s not mine or anyone else’s fault if you do something you are unable to live with or hate yourself for it. No one is obligated to fix you or tend to your wounds so, make sure you’re careful not to leave any. Make choices you’ll be okay with tomorrow. Do not expect people to continuously comfort you for your mistakes at their own expense or “love unconditionally.”

These are two way streets. You get in what you put out, and even then, that doesn’t always work out fairly. Some people care very deeply and will actually give you all that they have. But, I want you to know that if you take advantage of it and abuse that kindness? You are really the worst type of person. Mutual trust is built. If you destroy it, it will take some time to mend. Even years. You have no business rushing that for your own benefit.

Everyone has a breaking point and they are allowed to tell you when you have crossed it. It’s not an “attack.” Expressing emotion and communicating is not an attack. And if it’s something that’s repeatedly brought to your attention and you either shut down, ignore or deflect it because you don’t like hearing about it, you’re a coward and need to think about why it’s so discomforting.

Or on the flip side, get angry or play the victim card saying ~woest me, I guess I’m such a monster, you’re right uwu~ when someone points out something you did to them. You’re being manipulative and no one needs your guilt trips. The focus should be one what you did, not on how they can help you feel better about it. It doesn’t need to be a scene or escalate. Allow for casual confrontations to occur.

If someone wants out of your life or to drop contact– especially if the thing was literally unforgivable or you had ample opportunities to improve the situation; you deal with it. You don’t get to be offended that someone has had enough, get annoyed or upset if they don’t accept your apology and go back to how things were right away.

You’re supposed to be making it up to them. It’s not on your terms. You have to take what you can get. And if they do let you back? It is absolutely a privilege. Not a given.

Don’t like it? Do better. No exceptions. Don’t do things that will land you in unfavorable situations to begin with. Do not make empty promises; you cannot be committed to change if you don’t first realize what needs changing. Mean it. Show it. There is never an excuse to be a shitty person.

Sometimes you just have to suck it up and acknowledge that this was the outcome of your actions. Sometimes it’s not pretty. But, you face it and look hard. If they have to live with what you did/said, you can live with a little regret.

Own up.

  • I really need to sleep:
  • My brain: 
Dear Evan Hansen
We've been way too out of touch
Things have been crazy and it sucks that we don't talk that much
But I should tell you that I think of you each night
I rub my nipples and start moaning with delightWhy would you write thatI'm just trying to tell the truth You know what?
If you aren't going to take this seriously... Okay you need to calm yourself! This has to be perfect, okay? The emails have to prove that we were actually friends
They've got to be completely realistic There is nothing unrealistic about the love that one man feels for another Let's go back In fact, it's something quite beautiful Let's go back, Jared! I've gotta tell you life without you has been hard. Hard?Has been bad bad?
Has been rough Lame!
And I miss talking about life and other stuff
Very specific
Shut up 1like my parents
Who says that? I love my parents
But each day's another fight
If I stop smoking drugs then everything might be alright smoking drugs just fix it!
This isn't realistic at all!
It doesn't even sound like Connor!
Well I want to show that I was a good friend
Y'know? That I was trying to help him Oh my God if I stop smoking crack Crack?!
If I stop smoking pot then everything might be alright
I'll take your advice
I'll try to be more nice
I'll turn it around
Wait and see It’s all that it takes
Is a little reinvention
It’s easy to change if you give it your attention
All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be
Sincerely, me Are we done yet?
Well I mean I can't just show them one email
Okay, please stop hyperventilating
I'm not hyperventilating
You're having considerable trouble breathing
I'm having no trouble breathing
Do you need a paper bag to breath into?
I'm not hyperventilating!
Dear Connor Murphy
Yes I've also missed our talks
Stop doing drugs
Just try to take deep breaths and go on walksNo
I'm sending pictures of the most amazing treesNo!
You'll be obsessed with all my forest expertise
Absolutely not
Dude, I'm proud of you
Just keep pushing through
You're turning around
  • I can see Just wait and see
It’s all that it takes
Is a little reinvention
It’s easy to change if you give it your attention
All you gotta do is just believe you can be who you want to be
Sincerely, me My sister's hot
What the hell? My bad Dear Evan Hansen Thanks for every note you send Dear Connor Murphy I'm just glad to be your friend Our friendship goes beyond Your average kind of bond But not because we're gay No, not because we're gay We're close, but not that way The only man that I love is my dad
4x12 coda fic

written so @agentcalliope would stop yelling at me to write, hahaha. I still want to write something about Fitz’s dad, but I’m currently too emotional. Maybe next time. This is fluffy fluff for all your fluffy needs!

<3 to @itsavolcano for the beta!

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Fitz is sitting on the edge of their bed, hands clasped, and he doesn’t look up when she walks into their room. She can’t immediately read his mood, so she sits next to him, their shoulders brushing, two once-solitary beings fitted together like hydrogen atoms.

“Hey,” she says softly, nudging him gently. “How are you feeling?”

She thinks his introspective air is because of Radcliffe and the robots, because of what they’ve done. She can still smell burnt metal on her skin. It surprises her when he laces his fingers through hers and asks earnestly, “Did you mean it? About…about why you fell in love with me?”

Jemma smiles, leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Of course.”

“But,” he starts, finally looking at her and pausing. She can almost map out his thoughts behind his eyes and she feels her heart clench. She’s always loved watching him work, even when his thoughts spin out to places she doesn’t want to follow.

“But,” he continues, “when we met, I tried so hard. If I hadn’t have been smart enough for you to notice me—”

“What?” she interrupts. This is unexpected. “You mean when you hated me?”

Fitz pulls his hand from hers and she immediately misses the contact. “I never hated you. I knew we’d get on. You thought… you seriously thought I hated you?”

“Well, yes,” she replies, because it’s the most obvious thing. “You were constantly trying to one-up me in class, but you wouldn’t ever speak to me.”

Fitz laughs, but it’s a sad sort of response. “I didn’t hate you, I was just trying to impress you. I thought we could be friends, but I was so intimidated. Took me weeks to think of something clever enough to say so you would notice me.”

Jemma shakes her head fondly. “Oh, Fitz. I’ve always noticed you.”

“But if I hadn’t been smart enough—”

“I’ve known a lot of smart people in my life,” she interrupts, sensing where his argument is heading. “Okay, maybe not as smart as you. But smart enough. Smart enough to… to share a life with. But I never fell in love with any of them.”

“But you did,” he whispers, looking away from her again. It’s not a self-pitying remark, just a statement of fact and her heart aches with the weight of it.

“I didn’t,” she says, breathing in and out carefully. She senses him staring at her and someday she will be able to sit down with him and have a rational conversation about the inexplicable feelings swirling in her veins. Someday, when guilt doesn’t pull at the happiest parts of herself. For now, this is all she can offer him.

“We’re more than the sum of our parts,” she tells him. “And your parts are already perfect.”

He falls back against the mattress, gently tugging her arm until she lands beside him.

“D’you want to know why I fell in love with you then?” he asks.

Jemma leans up on her elbow, grinning down at him. “Of course!”

“You’re an actual superhero,” he says, complete with an earnest expression on his face.

Jemma laughs and pushes against his chest. “I thought you were going to be serious.”

“I am being!” he insists. “You’re brilliant and kind and all you’ve ever wanted to do was help people. Once you jumped on a man with a grenade without even thinking. Once you jumped off an airplane to save your friends.” He shudders then, turning his head to rest against her arm. “Which was horrible and please never do anything like that ever again.”

“Trust me, I’d prefer not to.”

“I’m so proud to know you,” he whispers. “Being your friend and your partner has made me a better person.”

“Well, I feel the same way,” she says, tracing along his face with her finger.

He sighs and pulls her towards him, until her head is resting against his heart. He runs his fingers through her hair and she wonders how it’s possible to be so in love and so at peace when the world is always on the verge of crumbling around them. She wonders if she believes in karma, because she can’t imagine ever deserving moments like these with what she’s done in this lifetime.

She feels more than hears his laughter. “I can’t believe you thought I hated you,” he mumbles into her hair.

She smiles, placing a kiss against his neck. “Fitz, we were mortal enemies. You were my nemesis.”

She rolls over until she’s straddling him, and he draws her mouth towards his in a lazy kiss. “Jemma Simmons thought I was her nemesis. I can officially die happy.”

She silences him with another kiss and presses against him until his groan reverberates in the back of her throat. “Shut up, Fitz,” she hisses, working her way down his neck with her mouth and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whimpers, and then it’s just them and their hands and their heartbeats. It’s just chemical responses flooding their brains and something so much greater than any of it.

Beautiful Discoveries

Author’s note: Hello, yes, I’m on a roll toniiiight. Was supposed to finish this thingy a while ago and it’s finally here! Forgive me and my Reigisa feelings, I just couldn’t help myself okay 

Summary: In which Rei finds out that Nagisa is ticklish. R.I.P. 


The first time Rei found out was during one of their cuddling sessions.

They’d usually lie in bed after studying and talk to each other, snuggle, hold hands and sneak in a kiss every few minutes. Nagisa would always feel very content and relaxed whenever they did these things; totally calm and serene. He’d lay his head on Rei’s shoulder or chest and feel the other’s hand on his back, or shoulders, caressing him.

Sometimes, like today, they would spoon. Since Nagisa was a bit smaller he was on the receiving end (not that he minded), and would always hide his face in the pillow when Rei whispered particularly sweet or silly things in his ear. Sure, Rei was a huge dork, but he could be super romantic as well. Nagisa sort of suspected him of reading a lot of theories about romance, but Rei always denied it, which Nagisa found pretty adorable.  

Nagisa had almost fallen asleep at this point. The steady heartbeat against his back was so very soothing that it made him somewhat drowsy. On top of that, Rei was softly breathing against his neck and stroking his bare side with his fingertips. More often than not, he’d take off his tie and tug his shirt out of his pants to get more comfortable, and Rei would waste no time in flicking up his shirt so he could have access to his skin. Nagisa found himself loving Rei’s gentle touch, almost craving it every so often whenever they were studying or in class, but he’d always get what he wanted at the end of the day.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, Rei hit a sensitive spot near his navel and Nagisa stiffened. A small gasp escaped from his lips and his eyes shot open, wide and alert. The skin beneath Rei’s hand tingled and Nagisa bit his lip anxiously, hoping Rei wouldn’t catch on.

But of course he did. This was Rei, one of the sharpest people he knew.

“Nagisa-kun,” Rei mumbled against his ear and Nagisa shut his eyes, hating his life right now. “are you ticklish?”

“Um…” Nagisa mumbled, looking over his shoulder, not liking the glint in his boyfriend’s eyes at all. “Would it help if I said no?”

“So I’m guessing you are?” Rei’s hand had never moved from his side and was now playfully tracing random patterns on his stomach, making his skin quiver.

He didn’t waste another minute and jumped out of bed, heading towards the door. But then again, Rei used to be on the track team, and was a very fast runner. He didn’t even get the chance to touch the door before a strong arm wrapped itself around his waist to haul him back to the bed.

“N-no, Rei-chan! Don’t—!”

Too late. 

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