i just noticed she's wearing pink in all of them lol

Curiosity Killed The Cat - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,437

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Mentions of Public Sex, 69, Orgasm Denial, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, A LOT OF FILTH

Notes: This is 100000000% for my precious Camile, @minhosmeanhoe because she wanted something involving Stiles and masturbation because this is all we ever talk about (we are horny fuckers lol). But, even better, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAMILE. You are one of my bestest friends I am glad I am able to talk to you daily. I don’t know what I would do without you. I LOVE YOU!!!!❤️

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The types and what I think of them based on what I've seen from my friends(and probably a little insulting)

~as an INTJ

INTP
- quiet
- can make a bitch face that makes you cry
- probably thinks u stupid
- says that MBTI is shit
- fashionista
- has an ENFP friend(“ENFP no!”)
- savage
- that friend who has ultra weird ideas when drunk
- probably most adorable smile on earth
- smart
- most of the time just rising eyebrows and blinking

ENTJ
- bossy af
- prima ballerina
- she is beauty she is grace
- she will punch you in da face
- always in warm socks
- also an actress
- knows how to build things
- basically good at everything
- will shout at you if you do something wrong
- probably slept with almost all male friends

ENTP
- a n n o y i n g AF
- never shuts up
- meme queen
- so loud
- not funny jokes
- make up queen
- at least smart
- thinks she’s better than you(and maybe she is)
- if you take a sip from her mug u die
- has an ENFP slave
- kinda selfish
- another fashionista
- if she laughs the whole room laughs with her
- soooo much self confidence wow

INFP
- THAT SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE
- garbage lord
- writer buddy
- has ton of OC’s AND GAY SHIPS
- cannot into decisions
- junky food
- understands(really)
- don’t like loud people
- constant lala land
- savage without even noticing
- 4w5
- has 8 minute long video of herself eating french fries on her phone
- impressive self control
- cute laugh
- cute
- the best person to rant with

ENFP
- can’t stay in one place for a minute
- suddenly disappears in a middle of a party
- daydreaming a lot
- cheerful
- likes to drink A LOT
- too many friends
- nice for everyone ugh
- that laugh which sounds like a puppy riding a pink bicycle in a tuxedo
- can bring ENTP back to earth

ENFJ
- mom friend
- has too many friends HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE
- gonna steal your friends without even noticing
- likes fancy drinks and kitschy things
- obsessed with doggos
- sudden outbursts of anger
- hypochondriac
- really anxious when driving
- doesn’t understand a concept of a personal space

ISTJ
- another bitch face
- can rise one eyebrow HOW U DO DIS?????
- doesn’t understand memes
- smart
- lack of self confidence
- secretly hates u
- wears comfy clothes but looks so good
- has a lot of savings but hardly ever uses them
- they knows better ok? don’t even try to tell them that they are wrong
- don’t particularly like pets
- perfect teeth
- so so so smart once again
- sometimes are rather calm but sometimes… don’t ask

ESTJ
- that kid who asks too many questions during your presentation
- constant bitch face
- hot
- stingy
- falls asleep during parties
- a rant person
- bossy
- hard working
- teachers like her

ESFJ
- will help you EVEN WHEN YOU HAVENT ASKED FOR HELP
- has a lot of friends
- drinks a lot
- hard-working
- daddy’s little princess/mama’s boy
- assertive
- smoking a lot
- tells everyone what to do

ISTP
- white Kanye West
- would kill u if u did something with his shoes
- likes weird electronic genres of music I can’t even name
- on 9gag all the time
- knows all memes
- League of Legends pro player
- can make funny faces
- looks like he was angry
- black humor(especially likes jokes about Jews)
- awkward silence gains a whole new meaning

ESFP
- the whitest person I know
- “what do u meat it was sexist?? it was funny!!!!”
- only wears yellow pants
- likes PE teacher probably a little too much
- can’t find a girlfriend
- will massage your feet if u don’t watch them properly
- has stupid ideas
- likes basically every person
- drinks wine at parties even though he says that true man should drink only vodka
- don’t know when someone is mean to him

ESTP
- loud
- hey lets go to the another city and get drunk!!! because why not
- class clown
- talks about her life too much like seriously
- and also about various secretions of her body
- probably gonna end up in jail
- smart and stupid at the same time
- lazy
- has problems with concentration
- talkative
- has problems with self-esteem which she covers acting out like a douche

Don’t take this personally lol
ISSA STORYTIME

Ok I’m bored so ima tell y’all a wild ass story that happened to me first semester of my college experience; the story of when I got laced by a wild thot with some CRACK. Let’s get into the tea gorls

So I went to art school for communications design. I dont go there no more because it was hella racist, but a different story for a different day. The campus I went to was way up north, in Utica. Never heard of it? Didn’t think you would. Just imagine if the worst neighborhood in Detroit was an entire town with like no people and cows. I don’t know about y’all but at my school we had this thing called late night where we get snacks and shit in the cafeteria after dinner. I was one of 6 black boys in my entire school so it was always dry. So this particular late night I had got a pink wig and started fucking around and giving these crackers some life to entertain myself. My extra ass being who I was did stand-up for the entire night. Since it was early in the school year tho I aint really have no solid friends, so the people who I was gonna go smoke with finished their food and left me like some fucking snakes. When I was done I was deep in my feelings lol because bitch…..you gon spark up…..without me???

I was like “y’know what idgaf, I don’t need you niggas” because I’m likable, right? I could talk to anyone I wanted and make friends. That’s what my dumb ass thought even though I knew damn well these all were some back woods ass white people from Cousin Fucker Nowhere. So I’m standing in front of the dorms like “ok, if I was a white person who loved giving free weed to negroes, what would I look like?” and as though Satan himself heard me, this girl wearing dem Jerusalem B.Cs (you know what I’m talmbout) and a bright jacket that had to be from the thrift store because it smelled like pickled dick and horse radish extract walked past. I was like DING DING DING, gotcha Becky!! So I was like “omg hi sis, I always see you in class and I think your style is so cool blah blah” and all that fake shit. Naturally Linda felt gassed af and immediately offered to let me smoke with her. Yeah, yah boi got it like that.

But mama ain’t raise no fool and I seent Get Out so I don’t go nowhere with a white person without at least one other poc with me. So this couple I’m good friends with now was walking out of the dorms, we just gon call them Peanut & Jelly. They were quiet and both shy people so they didnt hang out much yet. They were also native and latino which was good enough for me so my loud ass was like “Aye, y’all smoke??” it’s 2017 so of course they smoke and I invite them to come smoke some of Margret’s weed. Consider it reparations. Since they ain’t have no friends they were happy to come join us. Smh y’all if you see this I’m so sorry I got y’all into this lmao. Anyway Trisha was like “Super duper the more the merrier, let’s go :))” with her wild ass. But I remembered I still had some of my own weed left so we ran to my room and got it, but I ain’t have no bag to carry it in. So Ingrid said “Oh, I have a bag you can put it in” and pulled out this ashy ass ziploc bag. RED FLAG NUMBER ONE. But my clueless ass thought she just had some plaster or some shit in there before since we went to an art school. Smdh.

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Shortly before we depart Peanut and I are getting everything together and making sure there’s no smell. While this is happening Jelly watches Rebecca spread some “dust” on her gums. RED FLAG NUMBER TWO. This nigga thought it was candy dust or something. No one in this equation is particularly bright. But anywhore, we started making moves to this parking lot/roof that we usually hung out at. I was hoping my friends fake asses would be there so I could ditch Jill’s ass. Peanut & Jelly I ain’t mind because they were cool once you got them to talk. I could tell they weren’t feelin Harriet tho lol and tbh neither was I but would your ass turn down a completely free spark up??? Didn’t think so. We get to the roof finally and I start checking my jacket to find I forgot my mini bong in my room. So Elizabeth is like “Oooh awesome we can smoke out of my pipe!” and I’m like lol you bougie ass bitch just call it a bowl. But my fake ass just said “Litty gorl, load that shit up!” thats exactly what I get. She starts loading her “pipe” up and I notice both my weed and hers lookin a lil ashy. AND THATS RED FLAG NUMBER THREE

It’s like 11 at night tho and we only had street lights so I didn’t wanna call Susan out and end up lookin a fool if it was nothing. So I just let her do her thing and pull out my lighter so we can make it do what it do ya feel? So we smokin and I’m having a pretty good time. I feel proud of myself and shit for scamming little Mary Ellen and getting a full spark up after my niggas rolled out on me. I’m like “haha bitch you did that and you high as fuck”. Me being the funny nigga I am in my head, I make myself laugh. Then I realize for someone who smokes pretty regularly and only had two hits, I was already shmizzed for some reason. I look over at Peanut & Jelly and both them niggas lookin like

“Already??? Huh, that’s weird”, young nigga Kam thought to himself. But once again it was free weed so I shut my Nancy Drew ass up and let it go. Debra passes the “pipe” to me and I hit it harder this time because I ain’t pay for it so ima get mines. Because I hit it so hard I kinda taste it and bitch, that shit tasted like Mary J. Bliges leather boots and plastic. So I’m like “yo Amanda, what’s good with your bowl the weed taste weird?” And it ain’t like weed has a particularly good taste but I know it damn sure don’t taste like that. Emily proceeds to say “I don’t think anything’s wrong with the weed, might be the other stuff tho” As soon as she said that shady shit Peanut and I’s heads snapped to look at her like “Bitch….what other stuff??”

Jelly at this point is checked the fuck out, like this nigga is walking through space or some shit. That might just be him tho cause that nigga always acts weird when he high smh. That ain’t the point tho. This raggedy Ann ass hoe starts giggling and laughing like someone said something fuckin funny. I’m sitting there confused and high as shit still got the fucking pink wig on, Peanut got her ass riled up and with good reason because we both know we just asked ole girl a question. So Peanut says one more gain “Did you put some shit in the fucking weed?”. By now I think Amber realizes the joke is nay and she’s close to getting stomped out. Here comes the climax of the story y’all. This bitch gon roll her eyes like we being extra and say “lol it’s fine, we just smoked out of my crack pipe and I haven’t cleaned it yet” When I tell you the entire world went silent, I heard SZA wheezing into her microphone miles away. My ass, Peanut ass, and even Jelly incapacitated ass was all like

“…wut?”

Jelly just started laughing like he just heard the funniest thing ever in his whole life. Peanut was staring at Tina like she was preparing her alibi for the police when they find that lil girl’s body. And me, you ask? I was just thinkin bout my girl Whitney. Like sis, is this how it started for you? I was looking at Rachel all hurt. Et tu Becky? All a nigga wanted was some weed and now my ass sitting on a roof high off crack. Suddenly time returns to normal and the only thing my faded ass can muster is a “Pardon me???” Helen continues to chuckle like she Tiffany Haddish up in this bitch and tells us that she smokes crack and weed out of that bowl sometimes, and that we had placed the collective weed in her coke bag. Jelly stupid ass still in the corner laughing to keep from crying because I knew that baby voiced nigga was scared. I’m so astounded at this point that I can’t even drag this wild ass bitch. Peanut however, is not me. Lort I never seen anyone but my momma yolk somebody up so fast! She smooth slid across that asphalt like

Grabbed Ellie, and said “BITCH HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?? ARE YOU SERIOUS??” and started shaking that bitch like she was tryna give her shaken baby syndrome. Jelly managed to get himself together enough to try and keep his girl from going to jail. What was I doing? Well I knew I had a choice, I could help Peanut throw Taylor off the roof, or I could help Jelly keep our good sis from catchin a charge. So I chose the smartest option. MY ASS STARTED TO HIT FOOT.

That shit wasn’t none of my business no more!! Bitch the link up is over! The deck is DONE. I could already hear my momma belt whoopin my crack head ass in my mind, no thank you ma’am! My black ass was done for the night. As I’m running back towards campus I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to find Jelly running behind me, dragging Peanut along by the hand. Chloe however, is nowhere to be found. I ain’t stop running tho. Was it fear, was it anger, was it the adrenaline pushing me to run? Nah I was on crack so it was prolly that lol. We run until we’re two blocks away from campus and I’m finally too tired to run, which surprised me because I always assumed crackheads were just like the enegizer bunny. So we’re catching our breath and I’m tryna keep from falling over because I feel hella whoozy, but I manage to ask “What happened to Bobby?” Peanut proceeds to tell me she took one good fist, and dropped Katy like a bad habit. I was proud of sis too because she’s twig thin and I thought she was meek af. We start walking back to the dorms and all 3 of us are just silent. Ain’t nobody got shit to say bitch we on crack. Peanut and I lived 2 doors down from each other so they go in her room and I go in mine after we say our good nights. I go in my room and my roommate is there with his boyfriend. Immediately my roommate is like “lol you’re high af” and my overly trusting ass gon tell him “This girl laced the weed with crack”. This cracker ass bitch gon look at me and say “oh really…..are you ok?” like I just got into a small argument. Like nigga….I GOT LACED WITH CRACK DO I LOOK OK???

So I sit down and start watching videos on my laptop to try and distract myself from my anxiety because a nigga was SHOOKT to the core. My roommate and his boyfriend were just watching me like I was a good ass episode of something. I don’t blame ‘em tho, I looked wild af. I was twitching, teetering, and sweating like shit even though it was late September in upstate New York. Now this fake ass bitch gon take a snapchat video of my crackhead ass trippin and put it on his story for everyone to see. Needless to say after that day ain’t nobody fuck with Molly ever again. One good thing did come out of it tho, Peanut, Jelly, and I became real tight after that. And what became of Becky you ask? She made sure to steer clear of all 3 of us and my friends lol because they threatened to cut that hoe. Moral of the story children? Don’t trust white people.

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Supercorp prompt: "Actually, I've never been trick-or-treating"

So I had been saving this prompt for a bit closer to halloween, so here it finally is! Also Kara and Lena aren’t yet officially a couple for this fic but are on their way lol


“Actually I’ve never been trick or treating.”

They were sitting on the couch in Lena’s office eating donuts again. Kara had been giving Lena an enthusiastic history of halloween in the Danvers household before she asked Lena what she did for halloween growing up.

“You’ve never been trick or treating?” Kara’s mouth hung open in disbelief as Lena shook her head breaking off another piece of donut.

“I mean I probably went as a baby with my mother before she died. But I don’t remember. And Lillian never had time for those sorts of things.” Lena shrugged as she put the piece of donut in her mouth.

“What about boarding school?”

“Oh we had costume parties.” Lena smiled deviously at the memory. “But we never went trick or treating.”

“We’ve got to change that.”

“What?” Lena coughed against the food in her mouth taking a moment before she stared at Kara. “I don’t think that’s really necessary…”

“Of course it is!” Kara was already shrugging into her coat. “Halloween is something every kid should experience.” Kara echoed Alex all those years ago when she had just got to earth. It turned out that Alex was right about how much she’d love halloween. A time when everyone was dressed up as something not of this world. Plus Alex had dressed her up as a ghost the first year and she floated around, they were so pleased with themselves that no body could figure out how they had done the effects.

“I am not a child.” Lena reminded Kara, bringing her back from her memory to where she stood in front of Lena in her coat, purse tucked under her arm. “Where are you going?”

“You’re not a child, but its not too late to still go. And we are going costume shopping.”

“Kara.”

“Please.” Kara smiled, weakening all Lena’s fight as she held open the trench coat she had grabbed off Lena’s coat rack.

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Bad Thoughts

Originally posted by riverdalesource

A/N: First time writing Jason and it’s borderline smut, what does that say about me? ….. Who cares! 

Request: Could you do a Jason Blossom imagine where they haven’t been dating for that long (maybe like a month or 2) and one day he sees her at cheer practice and can’t control himself lol and his sister ends up cockblocking him

Word Count:1,768

Warning: Borderline smut,kinda, almost??? y’know?

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Eros

[Summary: A married Negan takes an interest in his neighbors young daughter]

Pre-Apocalypse Negan x Anastasia 

A/N: *OC is of legal age/23* (Her name is pronounced like Ana-stah-seya not ana-stay-sia). I was inspired by a lot of the themed one shots and wanted to try doing one based on the Types of Love! It’s not the literal definition of each type of love, but more based on their broad meaning. Eros: is an erotic or sexual type of love –  SOO I know said I’d post my Jason chapter before this, but I am having such a struggle trying to finish it up & this was already done – will get Jason posted soon promise! The first few parts are super smutty, enjoy :D

Warnings: 18+, cheating, uhh swearing? the fact that it’s Negan smut? lol please respect the age tag **


(gif by @mypapawinchester)


The clear, blue sky enticed the people living in this small town. They all desired to dip into the cool atmosphere just as long as they were away from under the ruthless fist of the unforgiving sun. It’s been like this for a week now. Children ran around, jumping through sprinklers while their laughs echoed across the neighborhood. Women walked around in their sun hats covering their delicate skin with porcelain cream to shield their beauty from the heat’s grasp. The men hid away safely inside, lazily relaxing on their leather recliners while they sat in the comfort of their cool living room caves.

To be indoors was all Negan could think about as he sat outside replacing old parts of his motorcycle. He didn’t know that the weather would open up the ninth circle of hell when he decided to fix up his Harley. “Sweetie” he looked up to find Lucille walking over to him, holding a silver tray in her hands, wearing her favorite pale blue sundress which emphasized her glowing face. “I brought you some lemonade” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

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Shadowhunters Season 2B Theory

I don’t think you can actually call them theories. More like some things I noticed and wanted to share.

Okay, so, we got a trailer for 2B and I watched it frame by frame (I also watched those two 10 seconds teasers again) and these are a few of the things I came up with. 

  • PS: The bold parts are the “main theory” I have for what is going on on the picture.

First of all, based on the trailers/sneak peaks we got for 2A, the clips are (obviously) from different episodes, and because for 2A they used scenes from episodes 1 to 6, I think those scenes are from the episodes 11 to 16 (Paul Wesley directed 2x16 and they were in a lake/snowing location and we can see that same location on the trailer).

Now, to the things I noticed. 

Right at the beginning we see some people, probably werewolves, holding Luke back. [Looks like they’re at the Hunter’s Moon.]

I think someone probably said something about Luke’s leadership and how he got half of his pack killed. I was thinking it could’ve been another werewolf that said that, but if that was the case they would be at the Jade Wolf and not at the Hunter’s Moon. A vampire maybe starts a fight? 

Next we got this shot of Clary, Simon and Jace (in the back) on the middle of a forest. [The part of the location for 2x16 I was talking about.]

I think this is when they [and us] meet the Seelie Queen. I mean, why would they be at a place like that? Plus,

here looks like they’re looking down, searching for something. And here

looks like they’re waiting for something, or someone. Maybe someone to take them to the Seelie Queen? 

After that we got this:

Alec, on the floor of what clearly is Magnus’ loft, with his bow and arrow. My question here is: why is he on the floor of Magnus’ loft with his bow and arrow??? Is someone going to break into Magnus’ and some kind of fight is going to happen? 

Since we’re talking about Alec and Magnus… 

And, like some of you already noticed, looks like the shirt he’s wearing here:

So, same episode I guess? [Alec is going to kiss this beautiful man with a beautiful red (?) eyeshadow and colored strikes in his hair. Alec is a lucky bastard.] ALSO, who is the person he’s talking to? I thought Izzy, but this pink shirt (?) doesn’t look like something she would wear. Maybe Dot? We know Vanessa was shooting a while ago. Or maybe - and please I hope I’m right - Catarina?

We also have this:

To be honest, I don’t care about the context of this. I just want to see them kick some ass together. Hope this is the case. [Also, looks like Alec is wearing the same jacket of the scene he’s on the floor, but then again, I feel like Alec only wears the same jacket, so…]

Badass Magnus is back! Looks like he’s putting some wards up at the Institute (? to me looks like the Institute). [He’s doing the same gesture he did in 2x08.]

And now two actual theories that have.

Izzy is going to be the first one to meet Sebastian. 

- I’ve never seen you at the Institute.

My name is Sebastian.

If I remember correctly, it was said that Sebastian’s first appearance would be in 2x11. Anyway, what I’m thinking is: for whatever reason he’s going to save/help Izzy from vampires. She’s going to have a relapse and go looking for some vampire venom and we all know how that went last time.

But our hero, the great guy, Sebastian will be walking by and save Izzy. He’s going to be like “Yeah, I’m a shadowhunter too. I was going to the New York Institute.” and Izzy will be like “Oh, I live there. I can take you.” and that’s how everyone will meet him. [Maybe not like that, but you get the point.]

And now for second actual theory. Luke is attacking someone [looks like Valentine.]

And, oh, look at that

Same clothes, which means, same episode. In this case I think even the same scene. I actually have a nice theory about this one. Luke is going to see Valentine escaping. Now, why I think that? First of all we can see the wall behind Luke are the walls from here

So, Luke will be visiting Valentine and the Circle will break into the institute [Maybe that’s why Magnus was putting some wards up?] and Luke will have to fight them [hence the sword on his hand, probably takes from a Circle member], but, after a lot of fighting, Valentine will escape anyway, because this is Shadowhunters we’re talking about. Shit like that happens all the time. 

And that’s it for now my people. Thank you so much if you read all of this. lol We still have a long journey until 2B, so if more things are released I might add more stuff, maybe change others. 

Like always, let me know what you think! 

Jinsik (M)

“Do you know what kind of cuisine we make here at Eat Jin?” Jin slowly paces back in forth in front of you, his arms crossed, and a serious expression on his face.“Our cuisine is heavily influenced by French and Italian, but we use many flavors that are prevalent in Hansik.”

Your eyes sweep the expanse of his kitchen. “It’s like your own twist on Hansik. Jin’s Hansik, or Jinsik, if you will.”

“Jinsik? I like it. You know I’m a sucker for puns.” He lets out a hearty chuckle.

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Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, but all members are featured

Genre: Chef!AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary: It has been three years since you were last in Seoul, and it has been just as long since you saw Seokjin. In that time, since graduating culinary school, you toured Europe, learning as much about the culture and cuisine as you could. Jin went on to open the most successful restaurant in Korea. When you return home, you just know that this restaurant is where you’re supposed to be. 

Word count: 12.7k

Content/warnings: Lots of swearing. Smut! 6/7 of Bangtan are complete assholes, especially Namjoon and Taehyung. 

A/N: This turned out to be a lot angrier than I intended I think I used it to let out a lot of pent up anger I had lol maybe I have issues. @jeonjiah and @showyourdesire asked to be notified when this fic comes out ☺️


You stand in front the the building’s brick facade, resume in hand, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do. It’s cold out. Though it’s late February and the promises of spring are just a few weeks away, it still feels like the dead of winter. You can see your breath as you try to steady it. The snow had stopped falling last week, but the cold that it brought in still lingers. It’s dark out. Except for the dim yellow glow of the street lamp above you, and the light streaming from inside of the window that you’re staring into. It has been a while since you’ve experienced this kind of frigidity, and even longer since you were last in Seoul.

You spent the last three years travelling all around Europe, learning the cuisine of the cultures there, adding to your culinary arsenal.  However, eventually homesickness got the better of you, and you found yourself back home in Seoul, where your love of food all began.

You stand there shivering beneath the wooden sign that perches above the door. Eat Jin, it reads. The finest restaurant in the country, owned by the best chef on this side of the Pacific. The crowd is pretty light for a Friday night, and you’re thankful. You gotta do this Y/N, you say to yourself. Now go in there before you change your mind. You swing the door open and step inside, suddenly enveloped by warmth.

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richie discovering eddie's only tattoo that's on his collar bone and it's of a tiny rose and he just think it's so cute but also really hot and he traces over it with his tongue when they're getting it on and with his fingers when they're just cuddling

i wrote headcanons i’m sorry i just love that. this is pretty long lol, also richie and eddie are in their senior year of high school, before people come at me. there’s barely any smut mostly just fluff and it’s terrible i’m so sorry.

🎈 richie thinks he almost doesn’t see it at first
🎈 because he and eddie are sitting in math class and eddie’s (like always) sitting up straight in his seat. and eddie’s wearing one of his shirts that are way too big for him.
🎈 richie thinks he probably wore it on accident, but now he’s so thankful for it either way
🎈 he goes to just stare at eddie’s lips as they purse when he tries to figure out a formula, and that’s when he sees it. if he was to blame anyone it would be his periphral vison
🎈 while he was fantasing about those pretty pink lips, he saw the shirt slide down just a tad. barely even an inch.
🎈 but since eddie’s so smol, it shows a good portion of his collar bone
🎈 poor wheezie is too focused on his work to notice that he’s somewha exposed. richie prayed that he wouldn’t notice for a while.
🎈 because right there, on the center of one mr. eddie kaspbrak’s collar bone, was what was probably the world’s smallest tattoo of a rose
🎈 richie thought it was very fitting, since both his sunshine boy and the rose we’re incredibly smol
🎈 he was actually a little surprised too. because tattoos could poison you if you didn’t care for them properly and were just very messy in general.
🎈 his cigarettes nearly fell out of his pocket because he was so shook
🎈 but it’s eddie fucking kaspbrak. of course that tattoo’s gonna get taken care of, boy probably cleans it like his own life depends on it. probably does it far more than necessary.
🎈 richie is perfectly content ignoring his work in favor of focusing on the ink, actually starts to fantasize about it and what it would feel like to trace over it with his-
🎈 but then the bell rings and he doesn’t have any more time to admire the adorable addition to his boyfriend’s body. he doesn’t try to hide his pout on the way out of the classroom.
🎈 eddie frowns and asks him if he’s okay
🎈 richie just shrugs it off with some overly sexual joke about eddie wearing his shirt, but it isn’t what he really wants to make dirty jokes about
🎈 although the t shirt thing is hot too
🎈to richie tozier, anything invloving eddie kaspbrak was hot as fuck
🎈 he thanks whatever god their is that math was their last class, and practically halls eddie over his shoulder to go to his car
🎈 he pretends not to think about the laughther from the other losers in the background or the fact that eddie’s tattoos is dangerously close to his ass
🎈 but we all know that this trashmouth likes to exagerate
🎈 he hugged the wheel while driving home, linking his fingers with eddie’s as he exhaled through his nose
🎈 eddie squeezed his hand, his mind was most likely searching through the worst possibilities and would eventually land on richie having some sort of disease
🎈 when they got to eddie’s house, like the fuckboi gentlemen he was, richie got out first and winked at eddie before opening the door for him
🎈 it doesn’t take them long to end up on eddie’s bed making out like the horny teenagers they are
🎈 richie pants as eddie straddles his waist, and seperates them to take his, well, richie’s, shirt
🎈 richie reaches out to touch it and eddie just stiffens and blushes as he tries to come up with something to say
🎈 “i-i was gonna tell you but i, um, i, completely forgot and i know it isn’t like me but i-”
🎈richie clasps his neck and pulls him for a deep and perhaps too passsionate kiss, not really replying to the “apology” with words, he pulls away after was probably a good couple minutes and leans his forhead against his boyfriend’s
🎈 “it’s fine eddie spaghetti, i saw it early anyway, at least i found a mew excuse not to my work”
🎈he wiggles his eyebrows for an extra added affect and grins when eddie rolls his eyes and tries to hide his smile
🎈 the “you love me” “fuck i really do” exchange takes places with lazy and in love half smiles and a look that could only begin to be described as fond
🎈 they spend the night at a much slower pace then usual, richie oddly enough being the one to suggest it because there’s no hiding how he feels about the tattoo now
🎈 he licks over it, bites it, and lightly scratches it as they both finish and their festivities for the moment come to a halt
🎈eddie collapses on top of him with a long drawn out sigh and richie combs his fingers through his hair because goddamn the tattoo isn’t the only aspect of his boyfriend’s appearance that he loves
🎈spoiler alert: it’s everything. INCLUDING THAT DIC-
🎈after taking a ridiculously long shower (seriously it was like the length of an indie film double feature) which lead to more tattoos appreciation times, they end up falling asleep with richie being the little spoon and eddie curling his legs around richie’s
🎈 richie reaches up and tries to trace the stem of the inked rose but he’s so exhausted his hand keeps falling, his eyes are struggling to stay open but he softly whispers “take that you fucking goverment”
🎈he always tries to start revolutions based on stupid things
🎈 the “eddie kaspbrak is my daddy” revolution was shut down so quickly the only real supporter was beverly, just because she didn’t really care, stan let it slide until richie brought the firearms in
🎈 eddie chuckles and pick his boyfriend’s hand up, he brings it to cradles to his chest and looks away in embarrassment at his own action
🎈 richie just tiredly gazes up at his soft bf and he’s so in love he doesn’t really know what to say
🎈 sure, he could come up with a dirty joke about someone’s mom. yes, he could insult stan on the spot and banter with him at the drop of a hat. but when it comes to the mushy gushy stuff, trashmouth tozier is at a complete and utter loss for words
🎈 he barely manages to write out “i love you” across the tattoo and the space of eddie’s chest before falling asleep and snoring
🎈 you best believe he adds “my rose” to his vast list of nicknames for eddie
🎈 you also best believe he had a wet dream involving that rose right after he fell asleep too

monster ♡ mysme imagine

a/n: ok me @aquariumprincess23 were talking abt rika and we got soft™ and i started writing some random stuff about her and this happened djdjdb lol im not crying my eyes are sweating,,


Rika couldn’t stop her hands from shaking.

She stood in front of the front door with a plant pot in her grip, looking down at the small flower that only bloomed this morning. Rika wasn’t sure what MC’s favourite flower was, but she hoped that the pink tulip growing in the soil of the ceramic pot would suffice. She hadn’t met with MC since just before her recovery, and truly, she wasn’t in the best state. She apologised for everything – for the troubles, for the pain, for the fear, and she knew that it wouldn’t be forgiveable – although she was blubbering and sobbing and sitting at a table at a mental institution. Now, three years later, she was about to see MC again, who now took the surname Kim and lived in a row house with Yoosung.

Lifting up her head, Rika stared directly at the front door, and she was proud of herself because even that seemed too much for her, right then. She felt some leaves swirl around her ankles as a wind brushed by, and she shivered, suddenly regretting not bringing a cardigan. Swallowing, she brought her arm up and knocked twice on the door, toeing the threadbare doormat below her feet. Home, it read, a heart replacing the ‘o’. Rika’s heart swelled, but her nerves were singing. What if she ruins this home they made? What if she’s really crazy like everyone says she is? What if she really is just a monster? She tapped her foot, and stepped back to look at the curtained windows. Why weren’t they answering the door? Maybe they changed their minds, maybe they realised it was a bad idea to invite her, maybe they–

Oh.

There was a doorbell.

Exhaling, she pressed it, and her trembling fingers made her stutter and ring twice. Swearing under her breath, she clutched the plant pot tighter. She hoped they wouldn’t find her slip up annoying. She really didn’t mean to ring more than once.

If Rika heard the footsteps behind the door, she was sure her heart would’ve stopped. The anticipation was killing her, and she didn’t realise it until the door opened, but a scowl formed on her face as she stared at the bottom of the door. Why does she have to be so jittery all the time? Stop, stop, stop! MC stood in the doorway with a smile, and Rika met her eyes, and her pulse was in her throat. She nearly lost her balance, and she was glad she didn’t, or the plant pot would’ve dropped. Wait, did MC say hi already? Geez, if only she could pay attention for once.

“Oh, Rika!” MC exclaimed, and held the door open wider. “Ah… I hope this isn’t too soon, but is it too much to ask for a hug?”

Surprised, Rika’s first reaction was no. What if she hurt MC? Everything she touched broke, first Sally, then… V… Biting her lip, she looked up, and nodded. Just slightly. It was all it took before MC was tugging her into an embrace. She gasped in surprise, caught mid-hug, looking down at the plant pot in her own hands over MC’s shoulder.

It’d been so long since somebody hugged Rika. She forgot how it felt.

It was comforting. She could feel MC’s heart beat against hers, and smell the hot chocolate clinging to the woollen sweater she wore. MC’s hand rubbed her back, and Rika closed her eyes. She wanted to stay like this. She could live like this. This feeling of affection and the presence of somebody else who wasn’t ready to call her bad names or make her feel crazy. She didn’t want to let go, and she was so glad when MC didn’t pull away. So, so glad. Relaxing, she looked up into the house, and watched Yoosung approach the doorway wearing a pair of mismatched socks and a hoodie. His eyes lit up, and Rika’s heart contracted. Yoosung. Her little baby cousin. He’s so grown up. She only ever saw Yoosung once without brown hair, and now his head was full of blond, clips nowhere to be seen, and his fringe falling over his forehead. He had grown taller, and his face had matured. She saw his graduation photo hung up on the corridor wall, and she couldn’t believe it. Was this her Yoosung? The little boy that would follow her around at the first RFA part because of his shyness? MC let go of her, eventually, and ushered her into the house, saying something about ‘not standing too long at the doorstep.’

“N-noona?” Yoosung stuttered, and Rika swore she’d never felt so relieved to be called something in her life. She was scared to death that she lost him – that after everything, she lost the appreciation that Yoosung had for her. But, she didn’t. Tears fought for room in his eyes, and she could tell he was trying to swallow them back. She stepped foreward, and hugged him, and she felt the feeling again; the one she had when MC embraced her. He held her, and she noticed how much taller than her he was. His chin could rest on her head. She heard him sniff. “I missed you. I missed you so much.

Inhaling, she knotted her fingers into the back of his shirt. This was the only part of her old self she had. She cherished Yoosung. He gave her a reason to recover, because nobody other than Yoosung looked up to her anymore. Nobody other than Yoosung thought she was much more than just a madwoman.

“I… missed you, too.” Pulling away from him, she surveyed his face, trying to mark every one of his changes. No more baby face. The scar over his left eye. The glasses. The maturity. Biting her lip, she suppressed any tears, and shakily brushed his hair above his hairline, before reaching down and gently pinching his cheek. “How’d you grow up so quick, huh? How’d you grow up so much without me to see?”

“I could say the same for you.” Reaching behind her, Yoosung carefully touched the ends of her hair, which now reached her neck. It was cut choppily, and Rika was meaning to get her hair styled at some point. It was only just growing back after she shaved it in her last few months in recovery. “Your hair… it’s so different…”

She caught his hand and stepped away from him. Guiltily, he quickly moved away, muttering an apology, but she stopped him. “No, it’s just… too soon…”

Sensing the change in mood, MC stepped in. “A-ah, Rika, do you want to see our kitten?”

Turning around, her lips parted. She felt Yoosung gently take the plant pot from her hands as she faces MC. Softly, she asked, “Y-you have a kitten?”

“Yeah!” Yoosung smiled. “Her name’s Lisa. She’s still small. Do you wanna meet her?”

Rika bit her lip, and looked down at her beige shoes. Shutting her eyes, she knotted her fingers together. Yoosung and MC were welcoming them into their home with so much love, it was almost too overwhelming for her. After three years of pills, and psychiatrists, and a vacant mind, Rika didn’t think she remembered how it felt to be loved. Now there she stood, fresh from one of the two first hugs she had in over three years, surrounded with soft carpets, and wine red sofas, and a spice perfumed kitchen. She didn’t want to get rid of this feeling.

"Yes,” she said, and followed Yoosung into the living room.

MC walked ahead, and Rika watched as she kneeled down in front of one of the sofas and peered underneath, murmuring softly and running her fingers along the carpet in front of the mouth of the gap beneath the couch. Rika waited with her breath held. She hadn’t been this excited in a long time. MC laughed gently, and waves Rika to sit by her, to which she complied. She gasped when white fur peeked out from beneath the sofa, and when MC reached out to touch it, it darted back in. Rika looked at MC, and saw the mirth dancing in her eyes as she chased for the kitten with her hand again, until it slowly peered out and stretched, sitting just in front of the two girls.

Rika stared. The kitten was still tiny, barely any fatter than the width of her hand. It was white and fluffy, and blue eyes which gazed up at her curiously. They blinked, and she wanted to stroke her so badly, but she was scared. What if she hurt this, too?

MC wrapped her hands around the kitten’s spine and lifted her up, running her thumb along her soft temple as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into her owner. Rika’s heart nearly melted, she barely heard Yoosung sit next to her.

“Would you like to hold her?” MC offered, reaching over to touch Rika’s hand. She froze under the other girl’s touch. Her hands were so warm.

“Y-yes, please,” she responded, but when MC went to hand Lisa to her, she panicked. She didn’t know how to hold a kitten! What if she dropped her? What if she held her too tight? What if something… bad happened… What if Rika–

“Noona?” Yoosung said softly, touching her shoulder. “Do you want me to show you how to hold her?”

Bowing her head, she nodded, keeping her hands in her lap. Yoosung took Lisa from MC and turned Rika to face him, letting the kitten rest against her forearm. Rika looked up at him, hovering her hand over the cat’s fur. He nodded, and she stroked Lisa, scared that she might touch her too harshly in the meantime. She wasn’t breathing. All she could feel was the kitten against her chest, and–

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, feeling Lisa hum against her body. “Is she purring?”

“She likes you,” Yoosung said.

Rika exhaled, rubbing Lisa’s cheek with the tip of her thumb. She was so soft, and so warm. She was alive. The trust that something so vulnerable and so tiny put in her made something clutch her heart. This kitten… Lisa… Lisa trusted her with something as valuable as her own self. Lisa didn’t think Rika was a monster, or crazy, or dangerous. She bit her lip, and didn’t feel the tear run down her cheek. When would she ever feel this much love again? Sniffing, she scratched the cat behind her ear, before Lisa stilled. Rika begun to panic Did she do something wrong? Why wasn’t the kitten moving? Th-this is Sally all over again, how could she–

“Oh,” MC said softly.

Rika couldn’t hold in her sob, and held her hand over her mouth, crying into her palm. They were painful cries, painful and racking her whole body. Yoosung stared at her, alarmed, and so did MC. She cried harder, unable to breathe in properly without hiccuping.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry… y-you shouldn’t have let m…me touch her.” She touched Lisa’s fur. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

MC leaned in, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Ssh, it’s okay…”

“N-no… Lisa isn’t m-moving…”

“Hey, Noona.” Yoosung reached for the kitten in her lap, and nudged Lisa’s nose. She woke up, and sniffed, meowing softly. Rika stared at her lap, the kitten now awake and kneading at the skirt of her dress. Her lungs were worn out. Oh. Yoosung smiled. “See? She just fell asleep.”

She held her hand out for Lisa to sniff, her eyes still spilling tears, and the kitten stuck her tongue out and licked her hand. Rika’s chest contracted.

“I… don’t want to hurt things anymore.” She choked on a sob.

Leaning in, Yoosung let her rest her head on his shoulder. “You won’t, Noona. You’re a wonderful person.”

She paused, inhaling deeply. She listened to the clock tick on the opposite wall, and the cat’s purrs. “Am I a monster?” she asked softly.

“No.” The other two said immediately.

“Then…” she breathed, another tear slipping down her cheek, “why do I feel like one?”

She wept, her tears falling on Lisa’s fur. Her shoulders trembled as Yoosung tried to lull her, and MC reached out to hold one of her hands in both of hers. Rika sniffed, and sobbed, and she was glad Yoosung said nothing about the tear patch she left on his shirt. He stroked her short hair, running his fingers through the choppy strands. She pressed the side of her face against his chest, before sitting up, looking down at the kitten.

“I-I swear on my l-life…” She covered her mouth as she cried, still looking at Lisa. “I swear on my life. I will never h-harm y-you. Ever.”

Rika felt stupid. She felt stupid for crying over a kitten and she felt stupid for walking into her cousin’s home and bringing her messy brain with her. She felt stupid for feeling so much just by embracing Lisa, but she had no room to hate herself, since she could hear Yoosung crying from above her, and MC inclining towards her for an embrace. Other than stupid, all she could feel was how much she loved this family. MC, and Yoosung, and Lisa. And she cried more because she knew this was a love that she’ll only ever know once, and a love that she’ll never have back. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, and took in a quaking breath.

“Th-thank you,” she said, “for accepting me.”

“Rika…” MC whispered. “Welcome home.”

Title: Make a Bet (Part 3 Tutor(Daugher of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Tony Stark’s hoping for smooth sailing during his party, even when Natasha and Clint make a bet on two of the youngest party goers.

Word Count: 2065

A/N: Okay….I love this a whole lot? I just really love this series, and I hope you do too! I even made an Instagram layout edit for it?? LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOL. I hope you enjoy!

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Sirius Imagine 7

Request: Hi! So I was wondering if your not to busy if you can do a Sirius x reader where he’s the bad boy of the school and so are the marauders even Remus there all just so like grunge 70′s bad boys! And everyone falls for them and the reader is really good at school or something but also has a bad side and I don’t know you can figure out the rest THANK YOU!!!!

hey so I’m gonna fail miserably as writing the marauder’s as bad boys lol they’re all such sweethearts (except for peter he’s a little bitch that’ll be fuckin easy) so yeah forgive me…


“Ugh,” you scoffed, watching James Potter and his whole group strut by you in the Great Hall, “How full of yourself can one person be?”

“Yeah,” your friend answered absentmindedly, leaning over to watch Remus Lupin - who had scars all over his face that the girls whispered about, saying he gets into knife fights with muggles in his free time or other shit like that-  as he walked with Sirius Black behind James and Peter Pettigrew.

“Oh no,” you groaned, gaining your friends attention as the boys all sat down, “not you too?”

“I’m sorry!” Your friend exclaimed, like she couldn’t help it.

You turned back to eating your food.

“I don’t see what your problem with them is though.”

You rolled your eyes, “They’re worshipped for being insufferable twats, they never do their work, they’ve played nearly every girl in Hogwarts, they think they’re all so bad ass because they’re rude and smoke and wear leather jackets, and they’ve got the whole student body wrapped around their little finger.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say this earlier but I saw you eying Sirius Black earlier, so clearly you don’t have too much of a problem with them.”

“Oh my god, I was not,” you weren’t going to tell her that you and Sirius had known each other through your parents, and that his mother was actual Satan.

“You were, face it. Even the Y/n Y/l/n, who is the only person not swooning over the Marauders has to admit they’re not totally horrible, if not gorgeous as well.”

“Whatever,” you said, getting up to leave, “I’m gonna go get ready for class.”

As you were walking out of the hall you were trying your best to avoid the gaze of Sirius Black, and the rest of the Marauders, thinking about what your friend had mentioned earlier. You were about to pass them when out of your peripheral vision you saw Sirius Black following you with his eyes. Out of instinct, you looked up. Sirius licked his bottom lip and winked. You audibly made a disgusted scoff and grimaced before giving him the walking faster away and keeping your head up.


You walked in late to potions… again. Slughorn gave you a dirty look when you tried to quietly open the door.

“Since you decided to finally join us, it seems I’ll be asking you to have a seat next to Mr. Black, please.”

You looked at the back were Sirius was sitting alone at a table next to James and Remus. Peter was sitting in front of them chatting up a pretty Gryffindor girl, most likely flirting with her so that she would end up doing the whole assignment by herself, but she didn’t seem to care. You sighed and walked over to the back and sat next to Sirius, who was trying to hide a smirk by biting his lip.

“Hey, love,” he turned to you, “how are you today?”

You looked at him blankly, “Are you fucking serious?”

“Did you just ask me if I was fucking myself?”

“Ha ha, nice one, smart ass. I obviously don’t like you so whatever you’re going to try and say to get me to do the assignment isn’t going to work.”

He laughed, “Oohhh, okay then. I won’t say anything. I just won’t to the ‘assignment,’” he said the last part in a mockingly sophisticated tone.

“Aw, leave the girl alone, Padfoot,” James said, smiling, “She’s cute, after all.”

“Shut up,” you and Sirius said in unison.

You looked at him in shock, surprised to find that his cheeks were dusted pink with a blush.

You sat up in your chair and turned to the board and began taking notes. Sirius sat back and swung his boots up onto the table obnoxiously. You glared at him and he grinned back, seeming to have recovered from whatever made him blush earlier.

Throughout the class Sirius would rip of pieced of parchment and make tiny little shaped he could throw at you. He pulled out a cigarette at one point but before he could light it you reached back without even looking. and grabbed it out of his hand before shoving it in your pocket.

“Fine then,” he’d mumbled, then gone back to throwing paper into your hair.

About halfway through the lecture on Polyjuice Potion, when you had began to doodle on our parchment corners, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“You wanna sneak out?” Sirius was questioning with a smirk, most likely joking.

“Yes,” you found yourself saying.

Sirius jerked back slightly in surprise, “Wait- I wasn’t-” you stood up, “Okay we’re doing this.”

Slughorn was so engrossed in a debate on the proper direction it was to stir the potion with Lily Evans, that he took no notice when two of his students slipped out the back door.

“So,” Sirius said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his obnoxiously annoying leather jacket, “I thought you were a goody-two-shoes.”

“I don’t know,” you stated. You’d never really given it much thought, you did what you wanted but for the most part that didn’t involve breaking the rules.

You walked outside and began making your way to the Forbidden Forest. If you were being honest with yourself, you might’ve been trying to impress Sirius, who had to jog for a moment to keep up with you.

“Where are we going?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well,” you stated, “I’m going to the Forbidden Forest, you can do whatever.”

“I’ll take the lead,” Sirius said, authoritatively.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” you laughed, stepping in front of him.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” he grabbed your hand and smiled sweetly (though sarcastically) and you felt your heart flutter.

“Are you kidding! I’ve been to this forest a million times, I know it like the back of my hand!”

“How come we’ve never seen you then?’

You paused for a moment, and then spoke, “What do you mean? We?”

He stuttered, “W-well I just mean that we, James and Peter and Remus, are around here a lot, and I’d guess that we’d see you.”

“Okay, then how come I’ve never seen any of y'all?”

“Because…. we actually aren’t here that much.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“I just mean, I thought you were taking about near the Black Lake.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because…. Let’s just go,” he finished quickly and stormed off.

“Okay then,” you muttered to yourself and followed suit.


You were trekking through the forest behind Sirius looking around and admiring the foliage, when you heard the snap of a twig. You looked up curiously.

A centaur walked towards you. You and Sirius looked at each other, debating what to do.

“Humans!” The centaur shouted, “In our land!”

“Run,” you and Sirius said together.

You began sprinting, Sirius close behind, panting loudly.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sirius began, “I-I can’t.”

He was falling behind a bit. You turned back to check, a little confused but alarmed at his statement, after all, you could hear horse hooves coming closer, when Sirius turned into a sleek black dog.

You nodded to yourself, “Okay so he’s an animagus too.”

Sirius ran ahead and you morphed into your animagus form and followed closely behind, having a much easier time keeping up as an animal. When you reached the edge of the forest Sirius gracefully transitioned back into his human form, and turned back. His eyes went wide as he saw our animagus jogging towards him. You walked up to him as your human self. You wiped your forehead, a little out of breath.

“You’re-” he started but you cut him off.

“You are too.”

“Cool,” he smiled, and you found yourself smiling too.

Sirius went and sat down by a tree. You surprised yourself by sitting down next you him without feeling like throwing up.

“So, I’m guessing you’re unregistered?”

“Yep.”

“Me too.”

After a moment of silence Sirius began laughing, “I’m sorry I just can’t believe this. I mean y/n y/l/n of all people! I remember when we were little and you wouldn’t even cover for me whenever me and Regulus stole cakes from mother’s tray during tea!”
“Well,” you said, embarrassed, “my goal was to get you into trouble.”

He grabbed his chest dramatically and gasped, “Oh my god I don’t believe it!” He said sarcastically, making you laugh, “Why on earth would you possibly want to get sweet little Sirius into trouble?”
“Maybe… I might’ve liked you.”

Sirius laughed.
“When we were kids, that is,” you added quickly.

“And now?”

“You’re not too bad. Even though you try to be.”

Sirius sat back and smiled contently, he was on his way to finally winning you over.

You looked over at Sirius, and sighed to yourself, hoping things might work out between you two.


Lowkey thnking ab doing a part 2 bc this got nowhere????

Sansa and Jon: Why?

So, yesterday I made a post, meta, what have you about Jon/Dany, and why I personally don’t think they’ll be together. Now, I’m doing Sansa and Jon.

It’s no secret that I’m a Jonsa shipper. As I said in my previous meta before season 6 came out, I honestly wasn’t a huge fan of Jon’s storyline. It had kinda flat-lined for me, for a little bit. Then Hardhome happened, and I grew interested again. 

Anyway. Before season 6 I didn’t even give Jon/Sansa a second thought. It was ridiculous. They had never spoken. They had no type of relationship (book and show.)

So, why these two? Well, let’s go over a couple of things. Jon and Sansa compliment each other rather well. Sansa is not a warrior, she’s not Ygritte, she’s no Val. But, in the books, it really dug into Jon’s wishes to what he wanted for his future. And it didn’t include fighting. It included having children that looked like his siblings. He lusts after Val, he does not love her. It’s as if he’s projecting what he wants onto her. But he knows he won’t get it. Sansa, in the books wants to return to Winterfell, as Jon does. She also wants to have children that look like her siblings. Weird? Not only that but their many parallels. Sansa started off as a lady, then a bastard. Jon started off a bastard, then a lord. Now a prince. 

Show wise: Their scenes in season 6 are not platonic. The way that they’re shot, the way that they’re acted, (mostly Kit). He looks at her a lot of the time, stares at her really. As if he’s trying to figure out who she is. Because guess what, they never had any kind of relationship with each other. They really don’t know how to act around the other. Like…hmmm…strangers I’d say. Anyway, the scenes. Let’s bullet the scenes here that questionable eye contact, physical contact happened….

1.) Meeting Jon again. (The hug was heart warming, just the point of the fact that two Starks had actually met again brought tears to my eyes.) But Jon, immediately recognizing her bunched up his hand, and moved back. As if he was hit with a force that shoved him backwards. He couldn’t believe it was her! Anyway, this scene itself doesn’t really (to me) have any romantic undertones. Moving on…

2.) After hug scene: Jon and Sansa are sitting in Castle black, sitting in front of a fire. Sansa’s sipping soup and Jon is staring at her. Like, he’s trying to figure her out. Since he has no relationship with Sansa, he doesn’t really know what to say. And he does stare at her, he definitely has a foreign emotions in his features that I can’t quite place in this scene. But then, after, they start to banter back and forth about Winterfell, and Sansa asks him to forgive her. He does, and they laugh. Then, she proceeds to ask for his ale, and he looks at her, in a humorous way. She drinks the ale, then chokes, and he laughs. That is a flirtatious action. See, a brotherly reaction would be…

“Ha. Knew you wouldn’t be able to drink it. This stuff’s terrible.” Or something like that. 

3.)Assembling the North scene: Now, this scene confuses me. 100% Jon stares at her a lot of this scene, but he doesn’t do it in a flirtatious way, he does it in a ‘learning her’ way. He’s trying to understand what she means, and what she wants. Then, when Davos is starting to put down her plans, he starts to get almost agitated, not at Sansa, but at Davos. He cuts in when Davos is done talking to her, telling him there’s more then three houses in the North, there’s two dozen more. Then the part where Sansa says that she has the Stark name. Jon looks at her, then Edd looks at him. Jon looked stunned at what she said. Ed looked at Jon in question. The whole scene is very confusing. I didn’t get it. 

4.)Cloak scene!: Jon approaches Sansa, asking her about her new dress. Now, I don’t know about you, but my husband told me  he NEVER notices what his sister is wearing. Sansa then proceeds to ask if he likes it, blushing slightly, smiling a little bit. Jon proceeds to stammer and say, “I like the wolf bit.” Lol, awkward, and definitely not a brotherly type of reaction. It was more flirting, but in a subtle way. 

Pause! Now, I just wanted to note that in every scene with Jon and Sansa, Sansa is always in the frame. Whether it be where Jon is talking to the Wildlings, where Sansa is present, or when they’re speaking to the houses. Sansa is always in frame with him. It could mean nothing, it could mean something. All I know is NOTHING ever means nothing. Let’s take a look at an example: In season 6, Cersei goes to talk to Lady Olenna, being rather…sweet and understanding with her. Well, at this time, we had no idea what her plan with the wildfire was. To us, Cersei was trying to get back in Olenna’s good graces, and giving her hope in having her grandchildren back. Cersei tries to talk her into staying. And she does this because she wanted her to be in the Sept of Baelor when it blew up. Killing Lady Olenna. 

A nothing scene is always something. 

5.)Wildling scene: There’s not much that happens here. But we do get to see the reactions of Sansa when Jon’s talking to the Wildling lords. She seems rather…okay with the Wildlings. She isn’t turning her nose up. And make note, Sansa is always standing behind Jon. When they’re talking to the wildlings, when they talk to Lyanna, and when they talk to Glover. She only talks when he gives her the “Oh shit, save me,” look. Such as the one he gave her when they met Lyanna. See..that’s another thing. With just a look, Jon can tell Sansa many things. They don’t need words. Which is awesome!

6.)Lyanna scene: They fed off each other’s silence. Jon knew when he needed to step in and Sansa knew when she needed to step in. It’s the unspoken thing they have with each other. It speaks volumes.

7.)Letter scene: Oh, I love this scene! I love it because Sansa really gets under Jon’s skin. And guess who else did that? Ygritte! She challenged him. And Sansa does that for Jon. She’s pushing him to gather more men, and the look of aggravation on his features says many things. One, he might strangle her. Two, oh seven give me strength. Lol, anyway. This scene showed that Sansa does push him, she pushes him to not give up, and to keep trying, keep looking. 

8.) Damnit, I forgot a scene. This one is the hand holding scene! Okay, so after the pink letter is read, Jon looks pretty downtrodden. Sansa pushes him to fight, reaching out and grabbing his hand. Now, this scene was panned in on. Which…if it was meant as a manipulative move on Sansa’s part, I don’t think they would have shown it. Then, when she grabs his fingers, he grabs hers as well, squeezing her fingers. I loved this part.

9.)Glover scene: Also not in order. Oops! Now, this one is important in many ways. One, I thinks it’s a little bit of a foreshadow about the ‘foreign whore’ thing Lord Glover said, in reference to Robb, and I think it could also apply to Jon, if he decided to randomly fall in love with Dany after two episodes. Anyway, they’re talking, and Sansa doesn’t step in until Glover is leaving. Well, he lays into her, letting her know that Robb fucked up. Well, if you watch closely, Jon turns his body towards Sansa and Glover as they’re talking. He’s stiff…he’s ready, just encase Glover wants to overstep his bounds. Jon was on alert, but  he was also paying attention to what Glover had said about Robb. Good! Hope he takes that to heart.

10.) Ramsay scene: Jons death glare. When Ramsay said he couldn’t wait to have Sansa back in his bed, Jon gave him a withering look. And they panned in on his features. To me, if it wasn’t meant to matter, they would have just expanded the scene to include Jon, and the people behind him. He also, at the beginning, offers a duel to Ramsay. Which, I guess could mean anything…?

11.) Tent scene: They argue, they yell at each other. And the candle lighting made me give it a side-eye. Yes, it’s true that Robb and Cat argued, but when they did, they were not in each others faces. They were sitting down, or standing up, yelling almost across the room at each other. Sansa and Jon closed the space in between them, and proceeded to argue…and PANT, might I add. Then, after the arguing, Jon promises to never let Ramsay touch her again. Also, not a brotherly vow. A brotherly vow would have been…

“I swear Sansa, I won’t let him hurt you again.” But no…the sentence was drug out, giving meaning behind every syllable Jon uttered, and the emotions in his eyes spoken volumes as well.

12.) Jon beating Ramsay: Jon goes crazy, unleashing the beast on Ramsay, beating him to death…then, Sansa’s there. Jon looks up, see’s her, and stops punching Ramsay. Now, we could say that he did this because Ramsay was Sansa’s to finish. But, I also think it’s because Jon did not want Sansa to see him that way. But, it also shows that Sansa brought him back from the darkness, with just her presence. Which…is what Cat did for Ned when he was strangling Littlefinger against the brothel. There is also that pause after they’re stopped. Ned is staring at Cat, Jon is staring at Sansa, then they look at their victims and let them go. 

13.) Forehead kiss!!!! it starts off with Sansa showing up, and Jon telling her she should have the Lord’s chambers. Which is a WEIRD thing for the siblings (cousins) to talk about. She proceeds to tell him he’s a Stark to her. And he smiles. Then, she apologizes to him about the KOTV. He stares ahead, then walks over to her, telling her they need to trust each other. Then, he proceeds to lean in and gently touch the side of her head, pulling her head forwards to place a gentle…yet long…kiss on her forehead. After he pulls back, he stares into her eyes for a good 3 seconds, then, stares at her lips before he comes back to himself and pulls away. Now, my thing is…Jon looks uncomfortable after this interaction, he’s walking away from her. And the only reason why he stops is because Sansa tells him Winter is here. After a little bit of flirting with their house words, Jon drops eye contact with her, turning away, and stiffly leaving. 


Ugh! Done! Anyway…I loved all of their scenes together, and some did definitely scream fishy. Or, that’s so not how a brother would kiss their sister. It would be weeeeeird.

Arya’s feelings towards this couple: It’s not secret that Arya and Jon are close…but me personally, I think Arya is going to meet her end…and I say this because if you look at the parallels between Arya and Lyanna, it’s really…eerie. To me these are the parallels…

Cat-Sansa

Ned-Jon

Lyanna-Arya

Bran-Benjen

Robb-Brandon

Ned-Rickard

Rickon- No answer to that one.

I definitely think history is repeating itself, it just won’t play out exactly how it did before. Anway, Arya’s storyline isn’t going to end with a marriage and children. To me, she’s going to die completing her list. Ever since Ned died, which was really when the series began, Arya has been going down a dark path. A path of vengeance…and justice, in her eyes. This path is going to be completed when she’s completed…when her list is completed. 

“Hates a good enough reason to keep going.” The hound says this to Arya in season 4?

Jon and Sansa would make a compelling couple. To me personally, something really big is going to happen to Bran, and he’s going to be called, or taken away from Winterfell. Maybe the new Knight King? That would explain the Benjen parallel, Benjen was a Knights watch man. He got lost beyond the wall. Which Bran did!

I think the last two standing will be Jon and Sansa. Like Ned and Cat were in rebuilding and restarting the Stark line basically. Not only that but the Ned and Cat parallels are constantly being shoved in our faces.

Example: Jon’s hair. Why did it need to be changed to look like Ned’s? Melisandre could have easily just taken his beard hair, as it showed during his resurrection. Why was that necessary?

Sansa is always being compared to Catelyn, not only in looks but in personality as well. Looks, willfulness, and definitely her hair, are Cat 2.0. Jon’s personality, looks, and his hair are Ned 2.0.


So…I am now done with my little meta/rant/example/break down thing…if you’d like to add anything…go ahead.

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恋人は公安刑事 - Her Love in the Force Jp
誘惑ランジェリー - Temptation lingerie substory

This is one of my favorite substories in HLITF. The 6 main characters get 2 chapters each, one her POV, one his POV and they compliment each other very nicely without much repetition. The things that go inside these boys’ heads, I swear. I also enjoyed it because it furthers their relationship and the boys  found something about themselves they didn’t know before. Buying your loved one underwear is such an intimate experience.

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Obtuse

Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.


“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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A Sweet Feeling

Matt the radar technician x female reader

modern AU

Warnings: smutty NSFW

Summary: Matt develops a crush on a coworker, y/n. (I hate coming up with titles btw, lol) I might write a part 2.

Originally posted by kyloholic

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Pink- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by thornescratch

You will all be happy to know I have 9 Andre requests pending after this one XD I love you all and your love for our Swedish bean! I’ll post an updated queue list tomorrow to update everyone on where we stand! Ok so here we have Andre with children! Try to keep your heart in one piece! Good luck! Once again let me know what you think!

Warnings: Overload of fluffiness

Anon Request: all of your imagines are sooo good!!! i usually only read ones about players that i’m interested in but yours are so good that i just read every single one you post :) would you mind doing one where andres gf/wife/whatever is at practice with their 1 or 2 year old and the baby and gf skate with him after? so kind of like how cute and fluffy the jamie benn one was!! thanks for writing for all of us :) honestly though if you dont like this prompt… anything w andre and babies/children will do lol

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              You had brought your and Andre’s daughter to the morning practice because Andre had been dropping hints for the past month that he wanted to start teaching her to skate.

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Figure Skater HC’s

Hi!! How do you think the RFA members would react if mc that figure skated as their sport?

Aww, this was actually really cute and fun to write :3 Enjoy, Anon~! ~Admin Lily

Jaehee
  • Well, when MC told Jaehee of her passion, she immediately became interested
  • She wasn’t surprised though
  • MC had a graceful step to her walk, so she could picture her participating in a sport like that
  • However, she was impressed when MC explained that she’d been skating ever since she was seven or eight years old
  • And what was even more impressive to her was that MC had won more than twenty competitions when she was younger
  • MC would smile longingly as she thought back, “I dreamed of becoming the best figure skater in the world, but that didn’t happen. I haven’t been on ice in a while.”
  • Jaehee would cheer her up: “Everyone has a chance! Including you! You shouldn’t give up.” such a princess I love her
  • MC gave her such a bright smile
  • Jaehee instantly lit up when she decided to ask MC to go skating
  • “I’d be able to see what you’re capable of!”
  • “Or, we could just have fun together,” MC giggled
  • Yeah, that’s sweet and all, but Jaehee was really interested to see her talent
  • MC seemed almost nervous when she grabbed her skates
  • Jaehee’s so clumsy on the ice it’s adorable
  • MC laughs and holds her hand the whole time
  • Finally, Jaehee takes a break and tells MC to show her some moves
  • MC hesitates but with some of Jaehee’s motivation, she finally started to skate with ease, doing a twirl here and there and even jumping, doing a spin, and sticking the landing
  • Jaehee whistles and applauds, making MC blush and people turn their heads
  • Afterwards, Jaehee nonstop tells her to start competing again
  • “You’re so talented! Go back to doing what you love!”
  • It takes a while, but MC finally agrees to do one competition, just to make Jaehee happy and have the chance to relive her childhood
  • Jaehee sounds like a 40-year-old soccer mom oml its great
  • She’s just so proud when MC skates, and, with Jaehee’s support and love, MC wins easily
  • MC’s just happy to relive her childhood with Jaehee
  • She plans on never forgetting the fun she had with Jaehee ever
Yoosung
  • Yoosung thinks MC’s the most amazing person ever like
  • Everything she does, she does with ease and it’s just so elegant she’s just perfect to him
  • He’s literally grinning when MC mentions being a figure skater
  • “Just a sport I do on the side.”
  • “Awesome!!! Can we go skating some time so you could teach me?”
  • “Uh…” MC’s notorious nervous chuckle “okay. I’m not that good, but I’ll teach you what I know.”
  • At the rink, Yoosung puts on his skates faster than MC does and sits eagerly
  • It’s so cute he’s just so excited I love that boy
  • MC tells him to take things slowly but he didn’t listen
  • He panics, loses his balance and falls on his butt
  • MC just laughs and he just blushes
  • He loves her laugh
  • MC would hold out her hand and slowly guide him around the rink
  • Its one of those cliché movie moments where the couple are holding hands while one struggles to skate but it’s still cute
  • He asks her what she can do
  • “Figure skating has the twirls and stuff, right? Do a flip or something!”
    “I can’t do a flip, Yoosung,” MC would giggle but she would let him go and go do a little trick
  • She does a large figure eight before kicking off and doing a couple spins with one foot pointed at her knee and her hands up above her head like a ballerina
  • She sticks the landing perfectly, ending the short performance with a pretty pose
  • Yoosung literally loses his balance when MC gives him a playful wink and falls again critical hit!
  • She laughs and helps him up, noticing his sparkling eyes as he said, awestruck, “that was so awesome!”
  • MC just blushes and smiles, “thanks…”
  • “I don’t think I can ever do something like that.”
    “You can do anything if you wanted to, Yoosung,” MC reassured with a sweet smile
  • For the next few hours, MC taught Yoosung to skate without falling and even taught him how to skate backwards. but only for a few seconds
  • He constantly reassured her that this won’t be the last time they go ice skating together
Zen
  • Early on before MC and Zen started dating, MC had told him about her figure skating team and competitions
  • And, ever since then he’s been interested
  • He’ll ask where her competitions are held and if there are any videos or pictures
  • He’s always wanted to see a competition in person, but he’s never had the chance to actually go due to his work
  • but, once he and MC started dating, he had made a vow that he would go to every competition, no matter what and he planned on keeping it
  • And MC thought it was adorable how excited he was to finally see her skate for the first time
  • “It’s not that big a deal, Zen, calm down,” MC would laugh, flattered
  • “I just can’t wait to see your performance! I bet you look stunning on ice! Wait, who’s our partner?”
  • “It doesn’t matter, you’ll see him tomorrow. Before you get any ideas, he’s gay. Goodnight, handsome.”
  • Zen gets the best seat in the house, in a disguise of course to make sure the paparazzi doesn’t show up
  • He waits eagerly for MC and her partner, ready to cheer them on
  • And, his jaw couldn’t help but drop when the lights shined down on MC  and her beautiful and sparkling blue outfit
  • To top it all off, she wore a light pink rose that Zen had given her earlier in her hair
  • Throughout the performance, Zen was smiling brightly, his heart leaping with every leap MC took
  • She looked so gorgeous and graceful
  • He didn’t appreciate her partner possibly glancing at places he shouldn’t have though
  • Stop it Zen she’ll be fine :)
  • After the performance he literally stands up and applauds, cheering
  • He began drawing attention to himself that he probably shouldn’t have
  • Because the night ended with a swarm of fans and cameras because
  • of it
  • However, Zen couldn’t help but give MC a kiss in front of everyone, “you were wonderful, beautiful.”
  • It made everyone go crazy it was great
  • And MC couldn’t be happier with his arm around her
Jumin
  • Power couple
  • Of course, Jumin’s MC is the best of the best at pretty much anything, including skating
  • If she can warm up Jumin’s cold dead heart, she can do anything
  • I’m kidding guys I promise I’m sorry
  • And, it’s not like Jumin didn’t know of her talents when he had learned her name
  • But, when MC explained the passion she felt when she was skating, Jumin couldn’t help but wonder
  • He offered to sponsor her in her next championship and see a performance of hers in person
  • “You skate well, right?”
  • MC accepts his offer, overjoyed and gives him a kiss, “I won’t let yiou down, I promise! Thank you, Jumin!”
  • He gets the best seat money can buy and he literally yawns at everyone’s performances
  • Until, MC appears
  • Jumin can’t help but widen his eyes and blush
  • MC wears a red and black dress that glimmers and sparkles
  • It’s impossible not to stare at her she’s stunning
  • MC notices him in the audience and gives him a wink, making him feel the urge to loosen his tie
  • It’s getting kinda hot in here
  • It’s an ice rink, Jumin
  • Suddenly, MC’s song comes on, and immediately Jumin just stares in awe at her gracefulness and spontaneity
  • She’s just amazing
  • The crowd cheers loudly every time she sticks a landing, and Jumin can’t help but smile brightly at her
  • She seemed to enjoy every minute of it and that made him so happy
  • He was also happy because it was a brilliant investment idea
  • What did you expect?
  • MC blows him a kiss at the end of her performance and he awkwardly catches it
  • After that, Jumin goes to every competition, learning each name of each move
  • It’s also tradition for him to bring her a bouquet of red roses for good luck
Seven
  • Once he looked MC up the first time he met her, he noticed that on her profile, she mentioned skating
  • He thought nothing of it, but someone had asked MC what she does for fun to which she replied, “Oh, I love to skate.”
  • “Oh, yeah, I remember that. You’re team is pretty good, right?”
  • “Yeah, I think we are! Hey, Mr. Defender? Maybe you and I should go skating sometime, huh? ;3″
  • O//////O
  • “I guess that would be alright…?”
  • “Really?” MC would ask, surprised, “Alright, it’s a date!”
  • Of course, Seven is nervous because 707 usually doesn’t have time for skating and dating
  • But, MC looks so cute with her pretty white skates on and beanie, “where are your skates? Let’s go?”
  • This boy has no balance at all he sits at a desk all day he wasn’t ready for this
  • MC laughed, but she had him put an arm over her shoulder as she said, “just try to slide and glide! Take it one step at a time! Copy me.”
  • He’s blushing it’s so cute but eventually he learns
  • MC pulls away unexpectedly, making him panic, “you let me go??!?!?”
  • MC chuckled evilly as she smirked, “I wanted to watch you struggle.”
  • “You are truly evil, Agent 60-AH!” Seven tried so hard
  • But, before he could break his face, MC grabbed his arm and helped him regain his balance
  • He looked at her as he let out a relieved sigh, “my hero~”
  • MC winked, and they skated for another two hours
  • They had so much fun, Seven enjoyed every moment of it.
  • “Would you like me to show you how to skate backwards next time?” MC offered, “I wouldn’t mind teaching you.”
  • “I wouldn’t mind learning! Where can I get one of those dresses you skaters wear? I want a red one. No! A mint one!”
  • MC let out a sigh as she teased, acting disappointed, “I’m sorry, Mr. Defender, but they don’t come in your size.”
  • “Oh, how disappointing!”
  • Lol future Christmas present from MC: a skating outfit
Bill Cipher x Reader Oneshot XD

Gravity Falls One-Shot????

AUTHOR’S BABBLES: HEY THERE! The reason I put the question marks behind the title is because I WILL continue this story if you want me to, so, it technically wouldn’t be a one-shot. I don’t know where I would go with this story after this “chapter” though, so if you want me to continue it, you dudes will have to give me some ideas. PM me some ideas for new chapters if you want me to continue this. Of course, I might just make this into a book of one-shots. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter I put together. Also, Bill’s personality is sweeter than it is usually in most fanfics. He’s still cocky, though. LOL Now, without further a due, Human!Bill Cipher x Reader x Dipper (theres a little bit of x Dipper in here) and enjoy the “Love Triangles” in this story (AHAHAHA see what i did there? I AM HILARIOUSSS!) NOTE: This was just for fun  and it was inspired by other fanfics, so don’t accuse me of stealing ideas. Also, this story is only for girls to read. Sorry..

((….)) = Author’s In-Story Babbles

Italics = you thinking

Bold Italics = Bill’s voice in your mind

(….) = Extra Thought

(Y/N) = Your Name

(F/F) = Favorite Food

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/C) = Hair Color

(H/L) = Hair Length

POV = Point Of View

*Bold* = Transition

*Third Person POV*

You stepped out of the car and inhaled the crisp autumn air of Gravity Falls. It had been two years since you had been here, and you were thrilled to have come back. You ran up the porch steps and to the front door with your suitcase in tow behind you. Before you could knock, the door opened and you were tackled by a boy and girl about your age. “(Y/N)!” Mabel screamed excitedly. Mabel was hugging you tightly around the waist and Dipper was hugging around your shoulders.

You made you way inside and up to the attic, greeting and hugging Stan, Wendy and Soos as you passed. Up in the attic, you found that a little cot had been set up for you against the wall on Dipper’s side of the attic. You dumped your suitcase onto your cot and unpacked the clothes you wanted to wear the rest of the day. You unpacked a yellow tank top with black lace trimming the bottom edge, dark gray skinny jeans, a black cardigan with elbow-length sleeves, and black flats.

“Ooh…why all the fancy clothes, (Y/N)?” Mabel smirked raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I have a little, uh, date later.” You admitted, smirking a little yourself. It wasn’t a planned date, but you knew he was going to show up.

“Oh, gotcha,” Mabel grinned and gave a double wink.

Dipper sat on his bed and watched you. You admittedly felt a little guilty for confessing you had a date in front of him, because you know he used to have a crush on you. A sad look flashed across his face before he noticed you were watching him. He turned away and blushed a bit.

You retreated to the bathroom to change your clothes. You headed back up into the attic. “How do I look?” You said doing a little spin. Mabel gasped, and ran up to hug you excitedly. “You look AMAZING!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. “Now we gotta do your hair and makeup,” She said, putting her hands on her hips. You laughed and turned around to face Dipper, deciding you needed a guy’s opinion on your apparel.

“Hey, Dipper, how do I look?” You said reenacting your small spin. His eyes went wide as he looked at you. A light dusting of pink pricked his cheeks as he said, “Y-you look beautiful, (Y/N),” You giggled at the heartfelt, if not somewhat forced compliment. An awkward silence crept into the room.

“KIDS! Time for dinner!” You heard Stan yell from downstairs. You glanced at Dipper who looked relieved.

*Le Wild Time Skip Appears*

After dinner you went back up to the attic and let Mabel do you up for your date. She put your hair in a styled up-do and put light brown eyeshadow on your eyelids. She put a light dusting of tan foundation on your face and neck and dusted your cheeks with pinkish-orange blush. She put on the finishing touches by putting a small amount of mascara on you and touching up your lips with natural color lipstick. You looked in the mirror. Her work was flawless.

By the time you got done with your makeover, it was 7:45. You figured you should probably get going. You grabbed some dangly golden earrings from your suitcase and hastily put them on. You started down the stairs and out the front door. Mabel stopped you and put a delicate gold chain around your neck. The silver heart pendant rested just above your collarbone. It was beautiful. You thanked Mabel as she hugged you and gave you a wink. “Be careful with that guy.” she said smirking from the doorway.

Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you made your way to a clearing in the woods that you had claimed as your own a few years ago.

You hadn’t seen him in two years. Was this going to end up awkwardly? You carefully twisted around roots and trees and eventually walked into the clearing. You checked your phone to see the time and the screen flashed 8:02. The sun had already gone down and the moon above you shone down brightly, making the necklace Mabel had given you glint with every movement you made. You stared up at the stars in wonder. In the city there weren’t nearly as many visible as there were tonight.

You crossed over to the opposite end of the clearing and sat down beside a small stream. You laid back on a rock and listened to the sounds of the water rushing over the stones and small logs that made up the stream bed.

*Your POV*

Suddenly, I felt a warm presence beside me. I looked over to see the same golden blonde hair, yellow suit, bowtie, top hat and black slacks that he had had two years ago. He hadn’t changed at all. He looked over at me with a smirk. “Missed me, did ya (Y/N)?” He moved his hand down to grab mine. He intertwined our fingers and said sweetly, “I missed you.”

He sat up pulling me along with him. He picked me up bridal style and sat down on a nearby log. He positioned me so I was sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. He looked at my face, studying it. “You haven’t changed at all,” he said with a cute grin. “Really?” I asked, puzzled. “I thought I would have changed so much. I was actually worried what seeing you again would be like because of how much I thought I had changed.” I said quickly and blushed. “Nope,” He chuckled and planted a kiss on my forehead. “You’re still my favorite little (Y/N). Everything’s the same. I mean, your body’s developed a bit more,” he said with a wide smirk. I blushed even harder. “But other than that you’re still the same.”

He brushed some stray hair out of my eyes and I laid my head against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms behind my back. He started rocking backwards and forwards as if I were a little girl who was having trouble sleeping.

He took his hands away from my back and put one under my chin to let me look at him. “What time are your folks expecting you to be back?” He inquired. “I need to be back before 11:00.” I replied. He brightened up even more (if that was even possible). “Good,” he said with a wide grin. “We’ll have time to go do some of the things we used to do.”

He picked me up off of him and set me on the ground. He intertwined his fingers with mine again as we started walking. “Where do you wanna go, cupcake?” ((Yes, yes. it’s all true. I did take this nickname from another fanfic XD)) Wow. I forgot he used to call me that. I thought. Suddenly a voice came on in my head, Really? You forgot? Haha that was like my one and only nickname for you. The voice sounded as if it was mocking being emotionally stabbed in the back. I mentally face palmed. I also somehow forgot you could read my mind…

“Well, I asked you a question, cupcake. Where do you wanna go first?” He said out loud as he squeezed my hand. I immediately responded with, “The amusement park!” He laughed out loud. “You’re adorable.” He raised my hand up and kissed it. “Aw, c’mon. I’m not adorable,” I said, “You’re the one who’s adorable.” I poked at his stomach with my free hand. “Awww.. That wasn’t fairrr,” He said mocking tears. “Could we please just go to the amusement park?” I asked, putting on a pouty face. He straightened up and put a finger under my chin. “Now no need for that.” He said tapping my nose. I giggled. “Let’s just go…” I said with a smile. He picked me off of the ground and into his arms bridal style again. “Anything for you, babe.”

With that we were teleported to the amusement park. There were neon lights everywhere and in the distance I could see the ferris wheel. It was beautiful here. All the lights and the smell of various foods. The people all around were talking and laughing and there was carnival music coming from in the direction Merry-Go-Round. This kind of place just gave me a sense of being a little kid again. ((sorry for lack of good description here. i’ve never actually been to an amusement park like this at night so i didn’t have many foresights of how it would look and feel.))

Bill materialized twenty dollars and bought us tickets in. Once we were in, it was my turn to drag him places. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to a place that sold (F/F). We bought two orders of (F/F) and went to check out more rides and attractions for a little while. Bill stopped at one ride and just stood there and stared for a minute. It was a drop ride. ((Like Tower of Terror at Disneyland)) Bill grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the front gate of the ride. There is NO way I’m going on that. I thought as I tried to pull away from Bill’s grip. He turned around and playfully tugged at some of my hair. “C’mon, It’ll be funnnn.” Bill said as he tugged me slowly toward the ride. Eventually I gave in and just resorted to my plan that when the ride started up, I would just hold on to Bill’s arm. We gave the ride operator two tickets and he opened the gate for us. Bill sat us on the side of the ride from which we could see the most of the park. He helped me into my seat and then proceeded to take his. He lowered the lap bar over us and the other ride operator came around to make sure all of the bars were locked down. He flashed a thumbs up to the operator at the gate who gave him a small thumbs up in return. It looked as if he pressed some buttons and then the ride started rumbling. My feet were picked up off the ground and we went higher and higher. I reached for Bill’s hand. He chuckled and let me hold onto him. I looked up and saw we were nearing the top of the ride. We traveled up a couple more feet before I heard a click. All of the sudden we were being dropped through the air. I felt weightless. It was a feeling that I adored and dreaded at the same time. I buried my face in Bill’s sleeve. I felt his other hand come and rest on the back of my head to comfort me. He was screaming though. Screaming in delight. He loved thrill rides thats for sure. We landed slowly at the bottom of the ride and then before I knew it we were being shot up through the atmosphere again.

After a few more of this cycle of raising and dropping us, the ride was over. Bill unfastened our safety bar and helped me down from my seat. My feet touched the ground and I wobbled, falling into Bill. “Whoa, whoa. It’s ok,” The tone of his voice made it obvious that he was smirking. I looked up at him to see that his hair was all messed up from the ride. It was adorable when his hair was messed up. I assumed mine was messed up too. He let me lean on him as we walked out through the gate. We stopped at a food vendor and Bill bought us some cotton candy. We sat down on a bench and he put his arm around my waist. I laid on his shoulder and we slowly ate the cotton candy. I looked at my phone to check the time. The screen flashed the numbers 10:37 at me. I nudged Bill.

“Yeah, cupcake?” He said. I showed him the screen and a small frown came to his face. he sighed and pulled me closer to him. “I don’t want this night to end,” he said. His face lit up all the sudden. “Wait! There’s still one more place we’ve gotta go before I take you home.” He squeezed me to his side before taking my hand and pulling us up off the bench. He threw away the cotton candy stick away and led me in another direction. “Close your eyes, babe,” Bill said in my ear. His breath was tickling my neck as he spoke. I did as I was told and closed my eyes. What came after that was unexpected. After my eyes were closed, he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. “Ahhhh! Bill!” I said starting to open my eyes. “Nope! keep ‘em closed, Cupcake.” I closed my eyes again and he stopped spinning me. “What was that even about?” I asked, giggling a little. “I had to get you disorientated so you wouldn’t know where we’re going.” He said and laughed. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers. The other hand traveled to my back as he led me to our last ride of the night.

“Alright you can open your eyes now.” He said after a few minutes, and squeezed my hand. I opened my eyes to find that we were standing in front of the ferris wheel. ((ah, yes. the good old ferris wheel, where every romance story eventually ends up. sorry if this was too predictable… XD)) I stared up at it. From the other end of the park, it looked small, but from here, it towered in front of me. Bill gave the ride operator two tickets and we took our seats. The lap bar closed on us automatically and we were hoisted up into the sky as other riders got on.

*Bill’s POV*

I put my arm around (Y/N) as we were slowly brought into the air. Our legs dangled loosely off the edge of the seat and (Y/N) kicked hers playfully. I moved my arm so it was around her waist and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She blushed at this and I smirked. “You’re so cute when you blush,” I said lifting up her chin. This made her blush more and I chuckled. Soon we were at the top of the ferris wheel. “I brought you up here because this ferris wheel was where we ended our first date too. Remember?” I asked. She smiled and nodded her head. I leaned my forehead against hers and laughed a little. “You remember that but you don’t remember that I used to call you ‘Cupcake’? Come on!” I laughed, throwing my head back before letting it come to rest on her forehead again. I squeezed her to my side and she laid her head on my arm.

I put my hands on either side of her face and looked into her (E/C) eyes. She stared back into mine. ((sorry I’m making it so he has two eyes. deal with it. XD)) I caressed her cheek with my thumb. I could feel myself blushing lightly. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek and let my kisses trail down until I was pecking along her jaw. I let my fingers run through her (H/L) (H/C) hair (Her up-do had come out on the drop ride). She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me closer. I nuzzled her neck with my nose, making her giggle and pull back a little. I smirked and continued, making her giggle more. “Agh! Bill! That tickles, stop it!” she said in between laughs.

*Your POV*

Bill stopped nuzzling my neck and snapped his fingers. The color slowly drained from everything and everyone except us. I gave him a questioning look. “What?” He asked, “Now we can stay up here as long as we want.” he smirked and pulled me closer again. He did have a point. In the Dreamscape, there was no time. We could stay out here as long as we wanted. Still, I thought it would be dishonest. “Yes, but not as long as you want.” I replied smirking at the pouty face that Bill made in response to what I said. “Aww, why not??” He asked while giving me puppy eyes. “Hey,” I said, “I never said that we couldn’t stay out a little later,” Bill brightened up. “But..” He narrowed his eyes. “We’ve gotta stay at the ferris wheel.” I finished. He gave me an ‘are you serious?’ look and rolled his eyes. “Party-pooper..” He said playfully under his breath. I laughed at his childlike attitude. He reached up and tugged at some of my hair, forcing me to come closer. I smirked and pulled at some of his hair also, forcing him to come even closer. Our faces were mere inches from each other.

*Bill’s POV*

It had been so long since I had been this close to (Y/N). This human body and the hormones weren’t helping much with my newfound anxiety. My breathing was becoming slightly shaky, and so was the rest of my body. My eyes kept darting over her face. I looked at her eyes then her cheeks and her forehead, her hair. Then finally my eyes started darting to her lips every so often. I think (Y/N) noticed a few times because she started blushing. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t know if she wanted me to kiss her. My hands went behind her back and I clung to her and I made the move.

I leaned in and my lips brushed against hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and that was my signal. I closed the tiny gap in between our mouths and pressed up against her. My hands traveled up into her hair and she kept her lips pressed on mine.

*Your POV*

He was kissing me. I ran my fingers through his golden hair and he ran his hands through mine as we shared that embrace. I marveled at how much I had missed this. Two years without Bill was too much. I savored this moment as his lips moved slowly and smoothly against mine. Bill kept pulling me closer. He bit my lip slightly as he moved his hands to my waist again. I would need air soon. I pressed my lips up against his one more time before we both came up for air.

He leaned his forehead on mine and we both sat there and breathed deeply. I could hear the shakiness of his breathing and chuckled a little to myself. He looked into my eyes and smiled. Not a smirk, but a real genuine smile. He pecked me on the lips again before snapping his fingers. Color returned to the world and I leaned against Bill’s arm. He put his arm around my waist as our seat glided down to the ground once more.

We got off the ride and walked down to the other end of the park hand in hand. I checked my phone and the display flashed 10:54. “Bill, I’ve gotta get home now.” I said as I squeezed his hand. He looked at the phone and picked me up, carrying me bridal style out of the park. He transported us to the edge of the forest outside The Mystery Shack.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right cupcake?” He asked. “Yeah,” I replied. “I should be available.” I smirked at him. With that he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine again. He pulled away and whispered, “Bye, babe.” and then he was gone.

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Is he fucking dead?

Originally posted by choiryoungjae

“Hi!My name is Jasmine and I’m Dominican. I’m have light brown skin, loose curly hair that I dyed blonde, and I’m like 5fteven. I’m pretty blunt and quick to shut down any bullshit and I swear a lot. I like boys who’ll argue with me but still be romantic. I do gymnastics and I like to go rollerskating on thursdays during adults night (Dorky as fuck i know) and i like to cook and hope to go to culinary school.”

“oh and a shameless ship with a guy please”

i’m not gonna lie to y’all, I just now finished season 6 of shameless. I’ve been trying to put off watching seasons 6 and 7 so that i wouldn’t have to wait forever for season 8.

that being said, I’m a little obsessed with wedding scenes so bear with me lol..


ANYWAY… i ship you with Carl.

(up next: another carl ship, a karen ship, a gus ship, a fiona ship and many more)



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The back room of the church was in complete disarray. Jasmine knew that the Gallagher’s were used to Frank being a total fuck up, but she was sure that that didn’t make this situation hurt any less. In fact, Frank’s current display of shit parenting wasn’t what boiled their blood; instead it was watching Fiona’s heart break as she stood in a church in her wedding dress.

Jasmine turned to her boyfriend, and gazed at his profile, as he watched Kev attempt to tear his older brother off of Frank. He had remained uncharacteristically quiet and that worried her as Carl Gallagher was never one to turn down a chance to call Frank what he was; a monumental waste of fucking space.

As Fiona fled from the room, Carl pulled his arm from around Jasmine’s waist and jumped in to the fight leaving Jasmine to escort Debbie and Frannie out of the room as the baby started to wail from all the noise. When Debbie was safe in one of the pews, Jasmine made her way to the back once again, grabbing the crystal bottle that the sacramental wine was held, in from a side table and taking a few long swigs before entering the still noisy room.

The entire church was loud with the screams of various Gallagher men, and Kev, as they attempted to restrain Frank until it all ended abruptly with the breaking of glass and a thump.

Lip, Ian and Kev froze in their spots as they watched Frank’s body fall limp onto the floor in a pile of crystal shards and wine before looking up at Jasmine, who sported an apologetic look on her face as she addressed the priest with a quick, “Oh shit; lo siento padre.”

“You couldn’t have done that sooner? Like when he was trying to break my fucking ribs?” Carl asked in annoyance as he straightened out his body and stepped over Frank’s to get to the curly haired girl in the little pink dress.

“Holy fuck Jaz… is he fucking dead?” Kev yelled as he tangled both of his hands in his hair and looked toward the priest who seemed far too calm for the current situation. Jasmine shrugged her shoulders in response before grabbing Frannie’s baby bag off the nearby chair and holding Debbie’s compact mirror under Frank’s nose, sighing when she saw his breath fog up the mirror. Though not even she knew if she was sighing in relief or in exasperation that Frank fucking Gallagher could not die.

“What do we do?” Ian asked, the rest of them looking to Lip for some kind of leadership as he was clearly the most levelheaded in the group, which isn’t really saying much when you’re in a group of spontaneous idiots. Lip nodded his head as the wheels in his head began to turn, before turning to the young couple in front of him.

“Pull the car around and pop the trunk,” Lip commanded. “Want me to lay down some plastic so the cops don’t find blood?” Carl asked and Jasmine shook her head instantly and rested her hands on his bicep, “No baby we’re not killing him; just dumping his body in a dumpster somewhere where he belongs.” Carl nodded and let Jasmine lead him out of the church and to the parking lot next door where the little, beat up, gray car sat alone now that all the guests had gone home.

“You okay?” Jasmine asked, as she sat in the driver’s seat. Carl nodded, and bit his lip to hold back a laugh as he watched her wait patiently for the automatic seat to finish its slow journey closer and closer to the steering wheel, as her feet were nowhere near the pedals while in its previous setting meant for Kev. “I mean, if Frank wasn’t fucked up and making someone cry, was it really a family event?” Carl asked with a raised eyebrow as she backed out of their space. “You mean did you really fuck up if Frank wasn’t there to fuck up even harder than you to assure his dominance” Jasmine replied jokingly, glad to see him smile despite the shit situation. “Was it really your birthday if Frank didn’t pull up, high on coke, and then get up on the table and piss all over your cake while your family sang happy birthday?” “Did you really just have sex if a drunk Frank didn’t stumble upon you and watch for a bit before nodding appreciatively and leaving without a word like a fucking creep?”

Carl tilted his head back to laugh loudly at her words as the car pulled to a stop in front of the church. Jasmine grinned as she snuck a glance at his bright smile. He watched her as she put the car in park and removed the key, before he rested his right hand on the steering wheel to pull himself forward, where he could rest his other hand on her neck and pull her head toward his, letting their lips smash together in a sloppy kiss that was interrupted by a loud tapping on the window.

Suddenly realizing wear they were and what they were doing, both teens hopped out of the car and Jasmine made her way to the trunk to open it up. She didn’t bother hiding her laugh when Ian and Lip dropped Frank’s body onto the tools littering the floor of the trunk and shut the door over him. “Kev, Fiona just wants to be alone right now; wants us all to head home.” V announced as she and Svetlana made their way to the group, slowing down when she noticed Kev’s pathetic attempt at keeping a straight face. The Gallagher boys and Jasmine glared up at Kev’s reddening face, silently ordering him to keep his mouth shut but they all knew that Kev couldn’t keep a secret no matter how badly he wanted to. “Jaz knocked Frank the fuck out in the church with a fucking crystal wine bottle!” Kev blurted out making the others groan as he continued, “He’s in the fucking trunk V!”

V paused and glanced at Svet, who looked extremely amused by the situation, before shrugging her shoulders and reaching for the handle of the passenger door, “Y’all wanna get some food before we dump him?”

+

Kev, V, Svet, Ian, Lip, Carl and Jasmine piled into the car with full stomachs, just barely noticing the screams and thumps coming from the trunk. “Guess he’s not dead,” Carl said aloud as he wrapped his arms tightly around Jasmine’s body as she sat on his lap in the back seat. Jasmine pouted as she tilted her head back and to the side, her lips grazing his, “Sorry guys, I’ll try harder next time.”

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The car had been in motion for a while as its occupants discussed where to leave Frank. Jasmine, however, was barely listening as she stared out the window at passing cars; that is, until they began approaching the bridge and she felt herself getting inspired. “Hey Carl,” she said as she turned back to the other body’s in the car, “Remember that one summer, before you went to juvie, when Debbie fucked up Holly Herkimer at the pool?” Carl nodded with a smirk at the memory, making a mental note to find the old phone that held the video he had taken of the fight. “Remember that time Frank showed up, high off his ass, and asked me why I wasn’t swimming? And when I told him I didn’t know how-” “He picked you up and threw you in the deep end,” Carl finished, exchanging a look with his brothers and then with Kev through the rearview.

And that was how they found themselves opening the trunk and lifting Frank Gallagher’s body over the side of the bridge, grinning victoriously as they watched him fall into the freezing cold water below, before piling into the car once again.

+

Fiona slowly pushed open the door to the bedroom, cringing as it creaked. She stepped through the doorway and glanced around the room that used to belong to all of the boys before Carl had taken it over for himself. However it was clear that the room no longer belonged to just him by its new set up; the dresser where 2 of the drawers held Jasmines clothes, her roller-skates in a pile with her and Carl’s sneakers, her leotard and sweats folded neatly on the top bunk with his freshly ironed button up, the discarded tux and little pink dress laying on the floor. Fiona leaned onto the side of the bunk bed and gazed down at the sleeping couple on the large bed, wiping another stray tear as Jasmine’s eyes opened.

“Hey, you okay?” she whispered, attempting to remove herself from Carl’s arms, but he only held her tighter in his sleep, before freezing in her spot and face palming, “Sorry that was a shitty fucking question.” Fiona laughed at the younger girl’s foul mouth as she looked around the room wishing she was 20 again; scolding Carl, Jasmine, and Debbie after one of their ridiculous money making scams and making dinner with Ian while he and Lip bantered over something they’d watched on tv on one of the channels she kept forgetting to block. “Yeah, just another failed relationship,” Fiona whispered back as she sat down on the floor next to the bed and massaged her temples.

Jasmine laid flat once again and turned her head to the side, making eye contact with the emotional woman, “You know you’ve spent your hold life taking care of everyone. Maybe this is the universe telling you to take a step back and take care of yourself for once. Besides, any guy who treats you like that is absolute fucking trash and deserves to rot in hell.”

Fiona laughed through her nose, “Are you talking about Sean or Frank?”

“She already tried to murder Frank, so she’s probably talking about Sean,” Carl muttered as his eyes opened slightly while he got comfortable and nuzzled his face against Jasmine’s neck.

A wide smile spread across Fiona’s face as her eyebrows rose, “You tried to kill Frank?”

“Right? Now she’s a real part of this family,” Lip announced from the doorway where he stood with Ian while they shared a joint before entering the room as well to hand his older sister the drug. Fiona nodded appreciatively and took a hit while Ian got comfortable on his old desk and Lip flopped onto the edge of Carl’s bed, landing on the couple’s intertwined legs and making them groan.

“I thought I became part of the family that time Frank thought my mom was a woman he fucked and thought I was one of his kids and stole me from the park,” Jasmine said seriously as she reached out to grab the joint from Fiona who paused before she and everyone else burst into the kind of laughter that makes your stomach hurt.

“I thought she became part of the family when I gave her that stupid fucking promise ring,” Carl mumbled making the room go silent. “It doesn’t count if I gave it back.” “It counts if you only gave it back because I bought it with drug money and cried like a pussy when you saw it.”

Fiona bit back a smile as she watched the bantering couple, “You got her a promise ring? Like, in the old movies, where the guy in a letterman jacket promises to marry his girl after high school?” Ian and Lip raised their eyebrows as they looked over at the couple while Lip took the joint from between Jasmine’s fingers.

“Yeah but not after high school… maybe when Frank is dead,” Jasmine replied. “Deadass,” Carl contributed sleepily. Ian, Lip and Fiona exchanged surprised grins before their taunts began to fly getting louder and louder until Debbie was entering the room.

“What’d I miss?” the redhead asked before Lip grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed, laughing as she fell onto Carl and Jasmine, making them groan loudly in pain.

 

-sorry I’m shit at endings lol-