i wanted to include the hand but i didn't know if it's him

Scott McCall Imagine- Alpha Affliction

“I could have killed you” you heard from across the school. “But you didn’t- not like you could anyway” you scoffed. “For once, could you just admit that you screwed up?” he sighed. “For once, could you just except that you’ve been beaten?” you returned. “Who the hell are you talking to Y/L/N?” coach asked, breaking you out of your werewolf hearing. “Christ, no need to shout” you whined, holding your head due to how loud he sounded. “Language! Don’t make me give you detention on a Monday morning” he yelled, already walking off to go and scold Greenburg, for something petty most likely. You opened your locker door and grabbed your books, you smirked into it after sensing someone familiar. You slammed it shut and the person standing behind it barely waited a second before beginning to grill you. “What on earth were you thinking? I’ll tell you what, you wasn't” he lectured. “Stiles, I’ve literally just gone through this with McCall” you rolled your eyes. “We both know he has a soft spot for you, but I’m telling you, stop messing with his head!” he warned, using unneeded hand gestures. “No one got hurt!” you stated. “But they could have” he issued. “But they didn't” you growled, letting your eyes flicker red for a brief second. There may have been a slight run in with yours and Scott’s pack, that turned a bit sour last night, but it turned out alright in the end. “Someone’s going to get hurt if you carry on the way you are with Scott” he told. “Are you threatening me Stilinski?” you asked, smirking with amusement. “No, but I am warning you, the worst thing you could do is break his heart. You know what happened to him in the past, if you’re looking for a weak spot, pick anything but that” he said, before walking off down the hallway. You stood there for a second and dropped your head, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

But things weren’t always like this. You didn’t ask to be an alpha and by no means did you intentionally kill someone for it. You used to be happy, you belonged to your older sister’s pack- a peaceful pack. When the Darach showered up, she needed to get your pack out of the way,  because your sister was too close to revealing Jennifer Blake for what she was. Most of you died, but you managed to survive. You had to stand and watch as the members of the pack you grew up in, screamed in agony at the wolfs bane, that made its way around their bloodstreams. You knelt beside your sister, it was the only time you had seen her cry. You took as much of her pain as you could, but there was no hope. You closed your eyes and allowed your sobs to be muffled by your hand that covered your mouth. “Please- It hurts” she begged. “I cant” you said, shaking your head as tears fell from your cheeks. “Please” she begged once more. You couldn’t watch her struggle for breath, when she had been so powerful in life. The one person you didn’t want to lose- was now begging for you to end her life. You cradled her motionless body in your arms, feeling the pain she felt. “I’m sorry” you whispered, before taking her life in one brisk movement. You screamed and sobbed for hours afterwards, until the remaining pack members had to pry you off of her body. You hated your red eyes, but hated the blue that hid under them even more. You lost you sister- your best friend that day. But you couldn’t grieve forever, with your remaining strength you held the pack together until it grew in size and power. However, what happened that day changed you. Your personality included, you could tell people missed the old you, in fact you did too but some things are unavoidable in life, and this was one of them.

“I’ll see you later” you said to one of your pack members, before you went your separate ways. You checked the time on your phone, it was half nine and you had only just left school. Long story short, you had been on alpha duty all day, trying to prevent your pack from killing Scott’s. You even had to stay and wait for Lacrosse practice to finish, because of a few of them being on the same team as the others. You put your phone in your back pocket and crossed your arms to try and preserve a little more heat because you had a long walk home and only a thin leather jacket on, wolf heat or not it was absolutely freezing out. You walked for about ten minutes until you let out a loud sigh in frustration. “Are you still not done following me Scott?” you shouted, proceeding to walk. All of a sudden you felt someone next to you. “How did you know?” he asked, in both curiously and embarrassment. You simply glowed your eyes red at him, surely he knew you’d be able to smell his scent and hear his heartbeat, considering you’re a werewolf and all. “Oh right” he mumbled as your eyes faded back to their usual colour. “So are you going to tell me why you’re stalking me?” you asked, tilting your head. “I wouldn’t call it stalking” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m pretty sure that’s what the Sheriffs Department would call it, oh wait it doesn’t actually matter, I’m sure your father in law will let you off with it” you said incredibly sarcastically. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stiles is not my overprotective boyfriend!” he raised his voice, meaning it echoed through the empty streets. You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face after hearing him sound like a seven year old boy. It didn’t last long until you both burst out laughing at the same time. “Woah, has the ice queen melted?” he asked, referring to how he’d only ever seen you scoff and smirk bitchily after becoming an alpha. “Not quite” you said shortly, as both of your laughs came to a stop. “No seriously though, why are you following me?” you questioned, killing the somewhat friendly mood in seconds. “And there she is” he mumbled. You simply raised your eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “Stiles thinks you’re up to something and I came to find out what” he accidently told. “Figures it would be him, he hates me” you whined. “Why would you think that?” he asked, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. You just gave him a blank expression, followed by an eye roll, Stiles made his dislike pretty obvious. “I’m sure if he got to know you more, he’d change his mind” he tried to convince. “I’ve known you all for most of my life; you, Stiles, Lydia and I’ve met you all across the years, Kira, Malia, Liam - Allison” your voice cracked on the final name. “ I mean the new you, you’ve changed and it’s something that needs to be accepted, rather than ignored” he tried to sympathise. “Don’t try to understand Scott, you have no idea what it’s like” you claimed, stopping still. “My first love died in my arms, because I dragged everyone into the supernatural world. I did that, me!” he also stopped and raised his voice, in built up emotion rather than anger. “I had to kill my own sister Scott, it isn’t a competition of who’s life is the shittest!” you matched his volume. “But look at yourself, you’re too busy hating the world for what its done to you, that you didn’t realise, and still don’t realise that all we’ve ever tried to do is help you” he ranted. “I have no one Scott. All I had was her and when she died, she took a part of me, a part I’ll never get back- and no one was truly there for me when I was hurting, I still am hurting.  So forgive me, for not being the optimistic idiot I used to be” you retort. “You pushed us away, we tried to help you but you wouldn’t let us. Look, I’m sorry about your sister and I wished we could of helped you- but you cant carry on like this”  he said, a lot softer. “Carry on like what?” your volume remained loud and aggressive. “You cant carry on being a temperamental physco- like a ticking time-bomb” he regretted saying it, the second he finished speaking. “Watch me” you replied laconically. You proceeded to walk off, before Scott saw the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“I’m going to kill him” you growled, eyes glowing red. “Who?” one of your pack members asked, slightly amused. You weren’t the only one to change that day, your peaceful pack became one of challenge, confrontation and one to be feared. You weren’t psychotic murderers, but by no means were you all innocent. You paced back and forth, In the apartment building that you shared with most of your pack. “Scott McCall” you claimed, through gritted teeth. “Do it” another spoke, biting into an apple. “No one is killing anyone” another stated rationally. “What did he even do?” someone asked. You stopped still for a second and actually thought about it, putting your anger aside. You thought about the past, you remembered everything that had faded from your memory, due to your hatred and hurt clouding your vision. Scott watched one of his closest friends change into a dark and manipulative Alpha. He knew you were just trying to protect and build a pack, but he knew that you were losing yourself along the way. You remember ignoring Stiles’ calls, skipping lunches with Lydia, pretending not to see Allison in the street and you remembered telling Scott that you never wanted to speak to him again. Telling Stiles that you weren’t interested in his dumb plans anymore, telling Lydia that you didn’t care about her pointless guy stories, telling Allison that you needed time for yourself. You did push them away. You were hurting, but you were also hurting them. It was too late to apologise to Allison, to tell her that you needed her, to say goodbye- but it wasn’t too late for the others. “Omg” you mumbled, at your sudden realisation. “What?” one of your member’s asked. “Excuse me” you simply replied, pushing past them and through the front door.

You stretched out your knuckles, as though you were going to knock on the door but then quickly moved your hand away again. You had been pacing back and forth, outside of Scott’s house for about ten minutes. You just didn’t quite know what you were going to say, or why you were even there. You then decided to live by the 5 second life rule, so you quickly knocked on the door and waited nervously for what was next. When you didn’t receive a response, you figured it was late and he may have been asleep or with his Pack. You placed your weight on the door, to focus your hearing on his house, just to check if he was ignoring you. That was when the door swung open and you fell into his house. “Ouch” you mumbled, not expecting it. You looked, expecting to see Scott with a confused expression on his face, when you were met with nothing. Why would Scott, a true alpha leave his door unlocked? You stood up and brushed yourself off, before slowly walking around his house. You figured you might as well wait for him, considering you were already there and all. You reminisced, looking at the house that was once familiar to you. You stood in the doorframe of his kitchen, when you heard a heartbeat approach the front door. They stopped, before hesitantly pushing the door open. You were met by Scott, his eyes glowing red and his fangs retracted. You simply switched the light switch beside you on, and smirked to yourself. “What the hell Y/n?” he asked in surprise, his face returning to normal. “Hey Scotty” you smiled, it was what you used to call him when you were younger. He looked at you hesitantly, not sure if you were plotting your revenge from your altercation earlier. “God Scott, don’t look so on edge” you sighed. He threw his motorbike key on the side of the couch and took his jacket off. “What can I help you with?” he asked, uncertain. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry” you said reluctantly, but honestly. Scott flashed a non-intentional smile- he was smug. Who would have thought that you would have been the one to back down from your stupid feud. “I accept your apology” he simply returned. “What? Just like that?” you asked, not sure as to what the catch was. “Y/n, I’ve always been here for you and I always will. I was just waiting for you to finally realise that” he spoke softly, taking a step closer to you. You stood up, no longer leaning your weight against the doorframe. “I shouldn’t have treated you all like shit, especially not you” you dropped your head. Scott delicately brought your head back up. “It’s okay to be hurt Y/n, but you need your friends. Lydia, Stiles-” he began to list off. “And you” you finished for him, staring into his kind brown eyes. “Yeah-” he simply whispered, and with that he leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against you. You were now leaning the back on the doorframe, as he deepened the kiss. You were that lost in the moment, that neither of you heard the front door open. “Finally” Lydia accidently praised out loud, immediately covering her mouth afterwards. You and Scott slowly broke away, smiling at one another. You then both proceeded to turn to look at the full living room, both giving a small laugh of embarrassment. “That was hot” Malia approved. You looked at them all awkwardly, it was the first time you had been together with everyone like this. Malia and Kira were smiling, you didn’t know them that well but you knew you would instantly get along with them. As much as you neglected Lydia, she still stood there with pride and a beaming smile at the thought of her two best friends together. Liam looked more awkward than you, but you could already tell that he was sweet and someone you wanted to protect at all costs. You then glanced to the back of them, seeing Stiles with a straight look on his face. Your smile dropped as he approached the two of you slowly. “We’re having our weekly Pack Pizza Party, would you be interested in joining us?” he asked excitedly, with a genuine smile on his face. You relaxed and returned it, pulling him into a long awaited hug. “Ill take that as a yes” he laughed brightly, issuing to Lydia who was about to call and order them. She didn’t even have to ask for your order, it was as if you had never left them. Your friends then continued to start setting up the movie, drinks, blankets and snacks for you all. You walked over to Scott, with a sweet smile formed on your lips. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. “I missed this” you breathed. “We missed you” he replied, kissing you on your forehead. Although some of the members had changed, the friendship and love that kept you all together was still the same. You wanted to protect your pack, but it was time to put yourself first for once too. No more fighting, no more rivalry. It was time to focus on the new chapter in your life, which had a much brighter outcome.

exo shitpost #2: exo at the carnival
  • junmyeon: alright assholes go wild
  • chanyeol: hoo boy i'm going to win me some prizes
  • baekhyun: you suck ass at everything what could you possibly win
  • chanyeol: that thing with the hammer
  • sehun: your arms are two limp noodles lmao
  • chanyeol: fuck you
  • luhan: your weak ass can't even get it past the halfway mark
  • chanyeol: i don't deserve this verbal abuse you try it
  • luhan: what. the fuck.
  • luhan: it doesn't work
  • sehun: excuses are for the cheap
  • luhan: this is bullshit, this game is rigged, and we are going home
  • -
  • yifan: ok junmyeon let us get wild
  • junmyeon: would you fuck off i will not ride a roller coaster
  • yifan: why
  • junmyeon: because i may shit myself
  • junmyeon: but also because i don't want to be seen next to your crusty ass
  • yifan: why did i ever love you
  • -
  • jongdae: fuck yes corndogs
  • kai: holy shit kyungsoo take it slow
  • kyungsoo: i am a hungry bitch today don't speak to me
  • jongdae: did you really just inhale that entire corndog
  • kyungsoo: it's not that big
  • kai: i can personally assure you he's seen bigger
  • jongdae: wow kyungsoo, king of the dick
  • kyungsoo: if you don't shut up right now i might eat you
  • -
  • zitao: fuck i lost my watch, i must have left it on the ferris wheel
  • minseok: you irresponsible fuck what did i tell you about leaving your goddamn shit everywhere
  • zitao: here, take my ice cream and put it on your tits because you need to chill
  • minseok: /rubbing nosebridge/ how much did that stupid thing cost
  • zitao: it was gucci
  • minseok: i just pissed my pants
  • zitao: relax jethro i have like ten more at home
  • minseok: what
  • zitao: eleven including the one i gave to candy
  • minseok: you have eleven gucci watches, one of which is for your dog, and you still gave me a fucking slurpee for my birthday
  • zitao: at least it was a jumbo size
  • minseok: you're dead to me
  • -
  • yixing: life is fantastic
  • kyungsoo: you're a cheery mf today aren't you
  • yixing: why are you so pessimistic, go inhale another corndog
  • kyungsoo: i can't eat too many, i'm corn intolerant
  • yixing: that's not a thing
  • kyungsoo: i'm also mildly allergic to dogs
  • yixing: that's,,,, not how it works
  • luhan: don't bother this is from the same guy who didn't know how dna works
  • kyungsoo: no more kimchi spaghetti for you
  • -
  • sehun: cotton candy BITCH
  • chanyeol: this is your fifth one, stop it
  • sehun: i am in love with this shit
  • chanyeol: diabetes says hello
  • sehun: i might dye vivi this colour
  • chanyeol: what the fuck she's not an easter egg
  • sehun: doggosthetic
  • chanyeol: s e h u n that's abuse pLEASE DON’T DO THAT
  • -
  • yifan: aw fuck
  • junmyeon: what now you overgrown baby
  • yifan: i'm too tall for the bumpercars
  • junmyeon: too bad
  • yifan: this is no fair
  • junmyeon: go ride something else you ingrate
  • yifan: that's it i'm putting you on the death drop
  • junmyeon: you better freaking not
  • yifan: hi yes one ticket for the death drop
  • junmyeon: nonononono im sure i don't meet your height requirement eheheh
  • yifan: don't worry dear, they have seats for shrimps like you!
  • junmyeon: WU YI FAN YoU fUckeR
  • yifan: enjoy bitchy!!
  • junmyeon: YoU haVe a laWSUiT oN YoUR handS
  • -
  • baekhyun: OFF TO THE HOUSE OF MIRRORS WE GO
  • jongin: i love the fact that i still look hot in all of these
  • jongdae: hey baekhyun this mirror's got me looking just like you
  • baekhyun: how so?
  • jongdae: makes me look ugly as shit
  • jongin: im piSSing
  • baekyun: this kind of commentary is the reason no one loves you
  • -
  • luhan: haunted house, leggo
  • zitao: fuck this shit i'm out
  • minseok: nah i'm in let's do it
  • yixing: zitao i'll protect you
  • zitao: too late i'm already crying
  • minseok: oh ShiT i am Spooked
  • zitao: AHAHADSHJF UHUHUHUH WAHHDHJFF
  • luhan: his soul has left him
  • yixing: you made it taozi, i’m proud of you
  • zitao: thanks yixing, the only thing that helped me through it was the fact that those goblins back there kinda resembled you and it was really funny
  • yixing: wow, this is basically bullying!
  • -
  • junmyeon: well boys, it's been fun
  • kyungsoo: no it has not
  • junmyeon: but we must head back to hell
  • yifan: he means home
  • junmyeon: trust me, i mean hell
‘Jaw-Dropper’ Draco x Reader Fluff.

Request?: “MORE FLUFFY IMAGINES!!!! please…”& “ If u know the Dodie Clark songs daydreamer and human… could i have an imagine based on the lines of ‘i want the secrets your secrets havent found’ and ‘jaw-dropper,looks good when he walks, hes the subject of the talk’ . i dont know if you still take requests but u know… “
Rating: Fluffy
Warnings:
Inspired by: Daydreamer/ Human -Dodie Clark



The beautiful night started to rise over and consume the buzzing atmosphere of Hogwarts. Everywhere you look there would be small huddles of students and teachers preparing for the most magnificent moment of the school year that excited all, including the more malicious and angry students; like Slytherins. It was finally the night of the Yule Ball and the entirety of the dorm was preparing for what Pansy called “our big night”. I sat on my bed and played with the green and black ombre lace on my dress that my mother had sent me. I sighed greatly as Millicent Bulstrode droned on about how romantic it was when Baise Zabini had asked her to the ball. Her large hand fell down onto my bare shoulder “Don’t worry y/n I’m sure someone will at least ask you to dance or something…” I cocked my eyebrow at her and scrunched up my face.
“Hmm yeah, thanks a lot, Millie” I hummed in response, “I thought we were going together that’s all…” I trailed off and Millicent’s hand ran down my arm to grab my hand.

“uh y/n you’re my best friend and I said I would go with you because I thought there was no hope in someone asking me out, besides I thought you had a date” I sighed wriggling free from her hand so I could place my forehead in my palms. 
“No, I didn't Millie” Two sets of feet planted themselves in front of me and my best friend. I looked up to see the Slytherin equivalent of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. “Yes Crabbe, Goyle..” the two boys exchanged glances, shrugging and nudging each other until the round-faced boy spoke up.

“Draco needs you in the common room” he stumbled over his words like the large clumsy oath he is.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, what does he want now, Merlin’s sake” They both shrugged so I pushed passed them and trudged down to the common room.

“Right Malfoy I’m really not in the mood today so can we get this over and done wi-” I looked up to see hundreds floating candles just like there was in the great hall. And in the midst of it all was Draco Malfoy. The orange flames beautifully illuminated his face, he wore a pure black suit with a classic green tie, and along with that a sheepish grin. He let out a breathy laugh once I realised my Jaw was hanging down low gawking at the beautiful sight in front of me, his blond hair was slightly ruffled but it still looked perfect.

“y/n… you look beautiful” he smiled very delicately as I let my gaze take its own route around the common room; almost focusing on every flickering flame it came across. A bright blush coloured in our faces like colouring pencils.

Draco started to slowly step towards me, his grey eyes bright and wide. He clutched my wrists gently but hard enough to fully capture my attention.

“I know I should’ve asked you sooner but, would you go to the ball with me?” I smiled at him and opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. My throat had gone dry, like it was closing up. My face dropped and all I could do was stare straight ahead of me. All the colours drained slowly from Draco’s face as he gripped my arms, the lace sleeves rubbers against my arms snapping me back to reality, “y/n are you okay. You completely froze” I stared back into his eyes deeply. “Sorry, it’s nothing. I’m just so fucking happy” “Y/n I can’t believe you didn’t see this coming, I’ve been dropping hints all year.” “What?!” “Questions later Princess, you look stunning. Now let’s get to the ball, everyone will be dying to see you. I can’t wait to se the look on everyone’s face when they see me with you” He grabbed my hand and tugged me all the way to the great hall where I would later dance the night away with Draco Malfoy. We walked into the hall and just like Draco had said; everyone’s eyes were glued to us, the unknown couple and what would’ve been the most unlikely couple. Me and Draco sat at a table as Cedric walked over to us. “Fuck” Draco mumbled “what do you want Diggory” Cedric raised one eyebrow and leaned closer to us “Just congratulating you on getting y/l/n to go to the ball with you, she’s a stubborn one she is” He laughed and smirked at me and Draco as Draco’s face became redder by the second. “Fucking hell Diggory that’s enough move on” Cedric snorted and returned to Cho Chang who was probably waiting to dance with Cedric as ever since we got here all he has done was stare at me and Draco. “That’s it I’ve had enough of sitting around, come on Prince lets go dance” Draco laughed and slightly blushed at the nickname and got up taking my hand. We confidently strutted up to the dance floor, I knew That Draco and I have had a sufficient amount of of practice to be the best couple in the room. Draco wrapped his hands round my waist and gently hoisted me up, I quickly latched onto his shoulders as he bought me back down to the floor. I looked around all the other couples had cleared the floor and the only other pair was Viktor Krum and Hermonie Granger. Draco snorted and leant down to my ear sending an amazing shiver down my spine he pressed a light kiss to the shell of my ear and whispered. “Lets show that Mudblood and her toy boy who the best couple in this school is” I smiled wickedly as we dance all through the night. Even on the way back to our dorm we held each other tightly and dance our way back to the common room. It was perfect.

How Anatole Fucked Shit up for every War and Peace character who shows up in Great Comet
  • Natasha: Manipulated her and used her and tricked her into ruining her life and nearly ending it. Destroyed her life. Seriously.
  • Hélène: Alright, take a second and think about Hélène. Why do you think she married Pierre? Love? Nah. She married him for his cash and neither of them were happy. I don't hold this against Pierre, who at least at first, truly tried to be a good husband. In the book, it's made evident that the whole reason Hélène needs to marry a man as rich as Pierre is because her father is broke. Why is his father broke? Cuz Anatole has spent all his money gambling and seducing women. So yeah. Anatole's fault.
  • Andrey Bolkonsky: Okay this one is easy. It's pretty straightforward but it's even sadder if you look at War and Peace, where it's abundantly clear that Andrey is a profoundly unhappy man and some of the only happiness he has in the book is with Natasha. And Anatole was at least partially responsible for taking that away from him.
  • Balaga: Never pays him? Like I know Balaga doesn't ask for pay but I still feel like paying him would be good. Also he gets him really drunk while he's driving. Honestly he doesn't do much to be responsible for Balaga's problems because Balaga is not important enough to have problems.
  • Fedya Dolokhov: Well in the book he never really gets his shit fucked up by Anatole but I'll say two things, one of which is that, Anatole doesn't listen to him when he is like the only person who tries to help him and keep him from being a bag of shit, and secondly, in the musical, since the duel was moved from Volume II Part I to Part V, it creates the implication that Natasha's love letter from Anatole was written by Dolokhov while he lay ill at his mother's recovering from a gunshot wound which is not, I'm sure, the ideal time to write a love letter.
  • Marya "Mary" Bolkonsky: Um alright this wasn't totally his fault just cuz it would have been a terrible situation for everyone but Anatole was supposed to be married to Mary but within like ten minutes of meeting with her already started hitting on her friend which was generally just a really mean move, and really hurt her already poor self image.
  • Marya Dmitrieva Akhrosimova: Marya is really a strong protective figure and she tries really hard to be good to Natasha and it's really sad that she has to feel like a failure because Anatole is a lying manipulative ass.
  • Old Prince Nikolai Bolkonsky: (I put in his name cuz I just like to note @ tolstoy fight me for including three separate Nikolais two of whom are named Nikolai Andreevich Bolkonsy. Fuck you.) Doesn't really have a lot of problems but I'll say even though he's batshit and not the best father that is really the only job he has at this point is being a father? And just like. Look what Anatole did to his kids.
  • Pierre Bezukhov: Okay, I know I've already said Helene was unhappy in the marriage, but Helene was a terrible wife who cheated on him a lot and wasted his life away and make no excuses was the main cause of his alcoholism and depression. But she never would have married him if Anatole didn't make Prince Vassily (his father) broke. Also the first person in the book to put a drink in his hand is Anatole, who says "finish it" even though Pierre says he does not want to.
  • Sonya Rostova: Endangered her closest friendship, with Natasha who I say again, though she still shared responsibility for her infidelity, was manipulated.
Say You Won’t Let Go - Jughead Jones

Request: I just read your Happier imagine and I thought it was great! Can you do a Jughead imagine based on the song Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur thank you 



Thank you! I had fun brainstorming this one, i feel like it turned out kind of shit tho. I’m just not confident in myself at all recently, i’m sorry if it’s not what you were looking for :) Hope you enjoy it though <3

BASED OFF OF THIS SONG

Words: 3,014

Warnings: Swear or two :3 ALSO NOT PROOFREAD, DON’T HATE ME.

Jughead watched from the sidelines, behind a wired fence as the constructions workers flooded the grounds. He had tried hard to save the Twilight Drive In but at the end of the day, it hadn’t paid off and he had pretty much lost everything. With his bag slung carelessly around his shoulder, he walked away from the feeling of comfort and safety, his home.

He found himself sitting in a lonesome booth at Pop’s, trying to pull through the lowest moment he had suffered in a long time. He was pretty much having a existential crisis. Where would he go? Could he tell anybody? Would Jellybean ever be able to come home?

“You look even more depressed than you usually do,” Veronica Lodge slid into the opposite side of the booth out of nowhere, sundae in hand. “Is it about the Drive In?”

A part of Jughead wanted to get up and leave, but he knew she would keep persisting and he was tired of closing himself off, so he decided to open up… slightly.

“It just… it meant a lot to me Ronnie. I’m trying to carry a lot of cooped up stress on my shoulders and this on top just hasn’t exactly helped,” He sighed, rubbing his face. Veronica slid her sundae across the table, over to him, knowing that if she were to cheer him up, food would be the place to start.

“You sound like you need a break, something refreshing, something new,” She tapped the table, her sharp nails creating a loud drum beat. Suddenly she squealed, clasping her hands together with delight, which caused Jughead to look at her warily.

“What do you have in mind?” He groaned, anticipating the worst as she shuffled around excitedly.

“Clubbing!” She proposed and the groaning intensified. “Hear me out, you can just sit at the side, with a drink and your phone doing whatever the hell you want to do. Fresh environment, fresh faces, who knows what could happen? It’s exciting, live a little!” Veronica was already texting Josie and co, spreading the word.

“I wouldn’t exactly call a club, surrounded by sweaty, tight bodies ‘fresh’, would you?” Jughead retorted, but Veronica wasn’t listening.

“Josie, Kevin, Joaquin, Reg- actually maybe not Reggie, you two aren’t exactly the best of friends,” This caused Jughead to scoff, as Veronica continued to scroll through her contacts list. There was no way in hell, Jughead Jones was going clubbing.


“So how the hell did you get Jughead Jones to go clubbing?” Kevin whispered to Veronica, as they stood in the queue outside Riverdale’s most infamous new club, “Flash”. Jughead stood in front of them, wearing a grey hoodie with some black jeans, his usual beanie still in place.

“Let’s just say, that boy is Scooby Doo. Pop’s burgers are his scooby snacks,” Veronica smirked smugly, ignoring the fact that Jughead looked more uncomfortable then he’d been when he first met Nana Blossom.

There was no way he was going to enjoy this evening.


Believe it or not, he found a way to enjoy his evening. Veronica and her entourage immediately headed for the dance floor, but Jughead had decided to go straight for the bar. He watched the TV in the corner, showcasing sports highlights from the day and general news, whilst absentmindedly ordering more and more drinks as the night went on. Jughead was one of those drinkers where he seemed more emotional, more open but at the same time more confident. He decided he would try and find his friends on the dance floor.

The club was dimly lit, and he was already stumbling down the stairs. He ended up tripping on the last step, flying forward until someone caught his arms, steadying him.

“Hey watch it, who do you th-” You paused.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the boy in front of you. He grinned at your laughter and you pulled him out of the middle of the crowd of grinding bodies, to the side, where the two of you sat down in an empty booth. Neither of you knew why, but you were just going with the flow for once.

“You have a really nice laugh,” Jughead smiled once your laughing fit had died down. You were glad the club was dark, as the blush on your face wasn’t as evident.

“Thanks, you too I guess,” You reached into your purse for a bottle of water, chugging half of it down before sliding it across the table to him and gesturing for him to drink. He nodded, as a silent way of saying thanks. “My name’s (Y/N),” You giggled again, sticking your hand out for him to shake. He did so, smiling brightly.

“Jughead,” He responded. You looked at him, puzzled.

“I may be drunk but did you just say Jughead?” You raised an eyebrow skeptically, and Jughead laughed once more, nodding his head erratically which caused you to burst into another fit of giggles. Your laughter sent butterflies swarming through his stomach, and it seemed so cliche but your smile seemed to light up the darkness of your surroundings. 

“Hey, Drughead,” You paused, waiting for his reaction to his new nickname and his laughter stopped as he gave you a playful glare. “Wanna dance?” You bit your lip, nodding your head towards the dance floor, as the speakers blasted out an upbeat song. 

“I can’t really dance,” Jughead scratched his neck awkwardly and you rolled your eyes, climbing out of the booth. His heart felt heavy all of the sudden with the thought of you leaving him, but suddenly, you grabbed his hands and pulled him along with you.

“Nonsense my amigo, just let loose and move around, it’s not rocket science. We’ll go for a round of drinks after, on me, I promise,” You pouted with the puppy dog eyes, which weren’t that effective considering Jughead couldn’t really see them, but he reluctantly gave in, shaking his head at you as you excitedly dragged him towards the centre of the club.


“Who’s idea was this?” You moaned, as another load of vomit blurted from your mouth and into the toilet. You were currently in one of the club’s empty bathroom cubicles, throwing up the contents of whatever you had drunk into a dirty toilet. Jughead, being a gentleman, had come with you and helped you hold your hair back as you continued to puke.

“Yours,” Jughead sighed, cringing at the odour that the sick-filled toilet was now giving off. 

“Oh yeah,” You chuckled before another round of sick came, causing Jughead to shield his eyes. This went on for another 10 minutes or so.

“Geez, I’m sorry Jughead, this probably wasn’t how you were planning to spend your evening,” You looked down at the floor, embarrassed and almost ashamed. You wiped your mouth with some baby wipes that you had stored in advance in your purse, feeling guilty and selfish.

Jughead shook his head with a laugh and smiled at you. “It’s been a lot more eventful and… interesting than I planned. But that’s not a bad thing.”

A rosy blush crept its way onto your cheeks, and you timidly smiled at the floor. When you looked back up, he was staring at you intensely, which caused your blush to deepen. You were about to ask him if anything was wrong, before he interrupted you.

“I’m homeless,” He suddenly confessed, still staring at you. There was a pause.

“Pardon?” You mumbled in return, not sure if you had heard him clearly.

“I’m homeless. I don’t want to live with my Dad because he has an alcohol addiction and drove my family away from home. That included my little sister, who was pretty much my partner in crime. We spent every day together, playing spies and detectives, reading comics, playing video games or doing whatever we could to pass the time. Sometimes we would just sit and talk in my room, with music playing in the background and she would parade around in my beanie, doing impressions of me. She was only 7, she’s 10 though now. We would hide in the trunk of our car so that we didn’t have to pay as much to get into the Drive In, and we would spend so much time just watching movies together. When they left, I went to live in the Drive In, it reminded me of her. But now they’re tearing it down to build God knows what. They’re taking away the last piece I have of my sister that’s here in Riverdale and now I have nowhere to go and I don’t know what to do an-” Jughead suddenly realised he was releasing the secrets that had been weighing him down for so long, to a total stranger… in a toilet cubicle.

He’d only known you for a few hours and he’d just given you the short version of his life story. How could he trust someone so foreign like this? Was it just the drink talking? Jughead wasn’t sure.

You sat there, mouth agape, trying to comprehend his rushed words. You opened your mouth several times to speak, but you couldn’t seem to form proper words. Jughead’s intense stare remained, as he awaited your reaction. You shuffled along the floor, closer to him before smiling up at him, reassuringly. 

“Your sister, she sounds like a lovely girl,” You watched as his eyes suddenly sparkled. A wave of sobriety hit him like a brick, as he stared at you in this moment. He felt an odd desire to spend every day with you, to talk to you, to get to know you, to understand you. To hold your hand and spontaneously kiss you. To promise he would always be there for you… to marry you. But that’s what love is… right? The feeling of wanting to be with someone forever. These days, love didn’t always last long. But that first feeling, that first, powerful touch. You wanted to spend the rest of your days at the side of that person.

But this wasn’t love… right? He’d only known you for a few hours. No, it couldn’t be love… yet. 

“She is,” He whispered, before reaching forward and pulling you closer to his chest, into a tight embrace. He’d never been like this with anyone before, let alone a practical stranger. You willingly fell into his arms. resting your head on his shoulder. Suddenly, you began laughing again, pulling back to stare at him.

“Hey, hey. Your life is shit, you should stay at mine considering you’re homeless and shit. Man that sucks,” You gave an exaggerated pout and Jughead rolled his eyes with a sad chuckle.

“I think that’s the drink talking (Y/N), I’ll walk you home okay?” He stood up, holding out his hands to pull you off of the floor. 

“But where will you go?” You crossed your arms, eyes laced with true concern.

“I’ve got some friends that won’t mind me couch surfing for the night,” He assured you but your eyebrow raise was clearly skeptical. “Trust me.”

He wouldn’t let you object, despite your stubborn nature, as he pulled you of the club. He held your hand, almost protectively, as he walked you home. Little did he realise that when you left the club, Veronica Lodge was busy trying to figure out the name of the ‘mysterious girl’ that Jughead had left with, so she could come up with a ship name.

You directed Jughead towards your house and as you walked up the drive, you planted a soft but lingering kiss on his cheek, before slipping something in his pocket. You quickly rushed to your front door, turning around to wave him goodbye before rushing inside.

Jughead stayed there for a while, embracing the ghost of your lips on his cheek. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he left, before pausing. He took out a crumpled napkin, that had been at the bar of the club. On the napkin, scribbled messily in black sharpie, was a phone number along with the message; Seeya around Drughead.

He looked up to the window of your bedroom, only to see you giddily smiling at him. He smirked up at you, before confidently strutting down the street.


It just seemed to keep going forward from there. Jughead had texted you the second he got home, and you weren’t going to make him wait for a reply. Who cares if you came off as eager, this was the first guy that you had met whilst you were out for the night who hadn’t come off as a complete douchebag.

Jughead however, was new to this. He didn’t know what he was doing and was afraid you only liked him because you were in the heat of the moment or drunk. So he was less frequent with the texts, attempting to play it cool. He didn’t exactly want to pour his soul out over text, on how he felt that you were beautiful and funny and made him feel confident and worth something. Slowly though, over time his dorky attitude let loose and it honestly made you love him more.

You too, had felt something that night at the club. You too, believed it was in the heat of the moment. But you didn’t want to let that moment go. You had spent the past 8 months building up your relationship with Jughead, and now you truly begun to feel the extent of what you felt that night. You spent hours on end in Pop’s. Talking about Jellybean, school, his Dad. He finally had someone to act as his own diary, someone who he could just tell everything about. It felt so nice to let the secrets, that had been acting as weights on his shoulders, go.

There was one day in Pop’s where you were talking about your own family. Describing your younger brother’s hobbies and annoying habits as if they were the most interesting things in the world. He loved the way that your hands would make big gestures, and your facial expressions would deliver a variety of emotions to go along with your story. This made sense, as you had told him before about how badly you wanted to be an actress. Sometimes, he would run lines with you or listen to you deliver a monologue. You loved doing something that you loved with him, and would even sometimes print a script off of the internet and lie it was for an audition, when you really just wanted to read and act with him.

Jughead’s attention was not focused currently on your story though. He was thinking about the two of you, your future. He wanted to ask you out, make it romantic, something special that the two of you would never forget. From there you would never stop loving each other, you’d have children, live together in a modern apartment. He would work as a novelist whilst you worked as an actress. He contemplated marriage, but he was scared of the idea. He had always wanted to avoid something like marriage. His parents were living proof that marriage wasn’t a happy ever after written in stone. But the two of you weren’t your parents. You were different.

He took in your features. You were so beautiful to him. Every part. Your flaws were no different to your redeeming qualities, in that they made Jughead just love you more. Even as you got older, you would age gracefully, never losing that beauty that you possessed. Those passionate eyes that sparkled whenever you told your stories or took on a character. Your eyes said a million words with just one blink. Your kids would have those eyes, your nose too. Jughead’s moles. They would all look beautiful, just like you did. Jughead would wake up before you, so he could make you breakfast in bed. You would be awake by this point though because the kids would be jumping on your bed, like they did in the movies, chanting your name. He would tell the kids to go get dressed for school, breakfast tray in hand, delivered fresh along with a sweet kiss on your head. It would all come back to that night.

Jughead never thought he’d say this but, thank god for the stubborn Veronica Lodge. Speaking of Veronica, she was the most hardcore shipper of your relationship ever, and was practically the paparazzi whenever you two were seen in public at school or at Pop’s. 

When you finally became a couple, it’s not like the two of you would never have arguments. You did of course. Who would you be if you didn’t have arguments? They were mostly over stupid, careless little things though or momentary disagreements. Sometimes he wouldn’t feel like he was good enough for you, sometimes it would be the other way round. Any arguments, big or small, would always end in a cuddle and movie session. When they passed though, your relationship came back, stronger and tougher than it had been before and that’s what mattered. You weren’t going to let something small escalate and hurt the two of you. Nothing was worth that.

You did get married one day. You defied standards and stayed together for as long as you could, sticking to your marriage vows, living your lives to the fullest as mature adults.

Or at least you would of. If only…


“Hey watch it, who do you thi-” You paused.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the boy in front of you. He stiffened. You looked so beautiful, somehow lighting up the dimly lit club with your smile. He awkwardly broke apart. Nope, this isn’t what he wanted. He was already mildly drunk and he hated it. It reminded him of his Dad. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He stepped back abruptly, bumping into another couple. He looked to the floor, shoving past you as he made his way out of the club, leaving you standing by the stairs, bewildered.

If only…


Whoops I decided to be a bitch ahahaha sorry not sorry, if you want to blame someone, blame @kingpendleton and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan with their surprise plot twisty angsty ending thingies, I had them in mind whilst making this. 

The ending was also an excuse as to why the middle part made no sense I guess, and how they were ‘in love’ so quick.

;)

peter parker x reader drabble // dating

IDKIDKIDKIDKIDK I HOPE PEOPLE READ THIS. THESE ARE SUPER CUTE AND FLUFF AND I’M HELL PROUD OF THEM. Make sure you message me for a request if you want! I wanna continue to make these.

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• CUDDLING

• the first time was so awkward. you wanted to cuddle him you had no idea how to ask Peter. he didn’t know where to put his hands or anything..

•"w-where do i put my hands Y/N…“

• “do I move closer or like do you move closer pete…?”

“just come here.”

•"wAit I’M SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY JUST TOUCHED YOUR BOOBS I’M SO SORRY”

• “Yeah, okay, pete. ‘Accidently’.”

• “iM serioUs i-I-”

“Just hold me, Peter. I’m just messing with you.”

• you’d cuddle ALL THE TiME. sometimes you’d fall asleep and he’d have to wake you up.

“You were snoring…sorry”

• lots and LOTS of hugs.

•you’d hug more than kiss. he’d hold you for like 20 minutes straight.

• “let’s stay like this forever.”

• “perfectly fine with me.”

•he’d be moody sometimes because hed have lack of sleep due to being, well, spiderman. he wouldn’t be that rude, but he’d be a bit grumpy and would just want to cuddle you and sleep.

• “ugH”

• “what now, Pete?”

• “im.so.tired. I literally hate EVERYTHING

• “That explains your mood, come cuddle then.”

•he’d try and get into everything you are. movies, books, and every TV show you’re into.

• yet he’d be so confused????

•he finally tells you that he’s spiderman, and you freak out a little more than he expected..

• “wHA- you’re…hOW..all this time.wHY DIDNT U TELL ME PET-..”

•” bABE pLEASE relax I’m okay. May is in the other room!“

•"p..Peter this is im…your literally..holy shi-”

• he just shuts you up by kissing you lmao

•aunt may LOVING you.

•every time you’d come over she’d give you such a big hug

•lmao when she accidentally caught you and Peter making out

• “guys, do you wait Thai? I burnt the lasagna ag- wHAT THE FU?”

• “wE weRe jUs- noThI- iTS noT whAT yOu tHi-”

•"this is why I like the door OPEN!“

•Peter highkey being nervous around you half the time

•you guys were just a shy and awkward couple

• you’d catch each other staring half the time and both would get red af

• stuttering was VERY VERY common

• sometimes he’d be way to nervous to hold your hand but he’d end up doing it while avoiding eye contact with you (sO CUTRIEIFIF)

• someone would be like, “you guys are so cute.” And both of you would blush madly.

• he’d ALWAYS rub your back. especially if you were sad or had a stressful day. you wouldn’t even have to ask, he’s just do it.

• playing with his hair. he LOVES IT

• he’d play with your hair too and say how much he loves your hair even tho u hate it

• basically he sees no flaws like he’s so pure

•PDA was not your thing, Peter wish he would have known before

•"hey cutie" he’d try to kiss you at school and you’d turn away, blushing.

•"oh.“ he’d get all sad and you’d instantly rEGRET IT bc he’s so cute and innocent

•"o..shit, no no no nO, Pete I just don’t like PDA.”

•"aww. my precious little bean.“

• nicknames for you include: bean, babe, baby, cutie, love, angel, bEAUTIFUL, sunshine, (any kind of nickname u have???), and “my gIRL”

• nicknames for him include: pete, penis parker (it was only okay if YOU called him that. everyone else can fuk oFF), spidey, hot stuff, bug boy, web boy, babe, and cutie.

• when he knew you were embarrassed he’d lightly tease you but proceed to hug you while you hide your pink face in his chest.

• “your laugh is so cute!”

•"peter, sTOPPP. I’m embarrassed now..“

• “aww! oh, my god you’re literally the cutest thing ever especially when you blush. i-i lobe you so so much..just like, wow..come here, Y/N.”

• “you teasing me makes it so much worse.”

•the pUNS

• "hey pete..are u a fruit?”

• “…Y/N.”

• “cuz u would be a fINE APPLE”

• “ur a keeper…”

• he’d compliment you every chance he got

• “you’re literally so beautiful.”

• “i-i don’t know why you like me but holy fuck you do you’re so gorgeous and -”

•  “you’re beautiful too, Pete.”

• “shi- i meant you’re um…handsome i dunno”

• the first i love you happened accidentally, but you both meant it.

• “Peter, you know I love you but I just want you to be safe out ther…FUCK”

• “did you just…oh my gOD”

• “o fUCK, I’m sorry pete I-i didn’t I mean I don-”

• “it’s okay. i love you too, dork .”

• "i think it’s safe to say that i larb you…?” • “don’t make me regret saying it at all, pete.” •.“wAIT WAIT NO I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU”

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Wedding Bells

 Today was the day.

The day that she’d be getting married.The day that she’d walk down the aisle and make vows to her future husband.The day that she’d be legally binded to her partner - as husband and wife.

And Harry didn’t like that she was going to get married. Not at all. But he had a perfect reason (according to him) as to why he didn’t want the wedding to happen; he was still in love with her. 

The two of them had dated for several months and despite the fact that it’d been just about 2 years since the break up, the feelings Harry had towards her didn’t go away.Everyone thought he was over her,including his friends, and he should have been because it had been 2 years and they were friends now. 

Friends who acted like nothing happened between them.Like they hadn’t spent several months together.Like they never spend nights lying in bed with stolen kisses.Like he’d never touched her in the most intimate way.Like they never used to wake up with her in his shirt as he gazed at her adoringly….Like they were never in love.

It was hard enough for the love of his life to be with another man, but to be married was what tore Harry apart.That is why he couldn’t stand to watch the wedding ceremony take place.It would break his heart…Smash it into pieces as if it were glass. 

 He couldn’t watch her marry someone that wasn’t him.He really couldn’t. He tried fiddling with the envelope he was planning on giving her to distract himself; however that only made matters worse because all he could think about was their time together.So Harry stood up and abandoned his chair while clutching the envelope in his hand.

 “ ’M gonna go now mum.Just realised I have a meeting with Jeff online,” Harry uttered out,a tired sad smile placed on his face. He was so desperate to go home that he lied to his mother yet she never noticed the lie as she stood up to give him a small hug. “Don’t have too much fun,“ Anne spoke aloud with a smile on her face.He was working too hard.

He exited the chapel and had planned to leave straightaway but first things first, he needed to say ‘goodbye’ to the woman he loved and make an excuse as to why he was leaving.He couldn’t tell her the real reason….That is what the letter was for.

Harry walked towards her dressing room, the room in which she was supposed to be getting ready in.He stopped at the door and knelt down to drop the envelope that he had held in his hand from the moment that he had left his car. 

Standing back up, he steadied his hand before raising it into a fist.He hit the door once, staying silent as a voice spoke up from the inside of the room.”Can you please wait?I’ll just be a couple of minutes.” 

Harry didn’t wait any longer; it was officially time to leave.So as fast as he could run in a suit, he ran to his car.

Once reaching the vehicle,he placed his hands on it, breathing in and out.He opened the car door, igniting the engine as he placed the keys in its place and sat in his seat before shutting the door.Harry moved the handbrake , feet pressing against the pedal while he looked at the rear view mirror. He drove off as tears threatened to leave his eyes.He sniffled  to keep the tears at bay and bit the inside of his cheek but there was no way that he regret leaving.

The girl opened the door of her dressing room to find no-one there. Didn’t she just hear a knock?Maybe her wedding nerves were getting the best of her.She was about to shut the door when her eyes hit the floor where an envelope lay.

Grabbing it off the floor, she read the name…It was addressed to her. As she read the letter, she bit her lip, eyes reading each and every line.

-

Hi

I should have started this letter with a ‘dear,darling’ or another term of endearment but didn't because our friendship hasn't come that far; we’re just a couple of people hanging out in the same group.

I shouldn't be doing this, writing this letter but I have to because maybe then that burning feeling in my chest will go away. Maybe it won’t but I’ll feel better.

Remember when the both of us broke up a couple of years back?I was a bloody mess, crying my eyes out until my heart hurt and I fell asleep, just to start again the next day. I didn't do anything for days, just lied in bed wanting you back but I couldn't get you back,could I? Because I was the one that let you go.

You know as humans, we want others to be happy and I wanted the same for you.And as stupid as it may sound, that’s why I broke up with you.I loved you but you deserved better; you still do.

A week after we broke up, I flew to LA.I stayed there for a few months then came back for a bit before flying off again. Everyone thought I had work to do, that the writing for the album had to be done so I played along.Realistically I left because the weather was getting to me; it’s just so dreary and cold.I needed a bit of warmth.

Another reason why I left was so I could escape the places that reminded me of you. The coffee shop we used to drink in, the park we used to walk in.Everything.Especially our my bedroom.

I nearly did forget the way your nose scrunches when you’re disgusted by something.The way your eyes crinkle when you smile.The way we kissed, the way your body felt against mine; until I came to London ,December that year.

I remember everything so clearly.Nick wanted to hold a party.A party where the music is supposed to blur out the conversations. But that party was more like a get-together because all we did was joke around and drink some beer.It might have been due to the alcohol consumed but that night I felt relaxed; til you walked in.

When you walked in, I’m surprised that I didn’t stop breathing.You looked stunning,absolutely stunning.I should have been used to the fact that you’re naturally gorgeous  but it had been a year since we last saw each other.

You looked breathtaking,however that wasn’t the only reason I felt like losing my breath….You were with another man. Couldn’t believe that you moved on because I was pretty much still single.For a few seconds, I thought he was a friend of yours until he pressed a kiss on your cheek like I used to.He was your boyfriend, the guy you’re marrying today.

You stood at the door, smiling at everybody but then you did something unexpected.You started to walk towards me. I thought that maybe you were walking to someone else…There was no-one beside me. You kept walking so I stood up to greet you.

You uttered out a ‘hi’.All you got in response was a tight smile etched on my face before you turned away.His arm was around your waist,like mine used to be.And I think that’s when I knew, knew that even after a year without you, you still had my heart.

Like I once said; forever and always shall my love to you be.

All the love.

H

The soon to be bride, after reading the letter, dropped it to the floor.Tears were now pooled at her eyes.The letter had left her shaken;so shaken that she was now unsure of everything.

Unsure of if the letter was legitimate.Unsure if she was ready to get married to the man waiting outside for her.Unsure if he was really the man she wanted to spend her life time with,unsure if he was the right man for her.

She had to leave the wedding, just as Harry had done.She couldn’t marry her soon to be husband, not when she was so unsure of everything.The tears that were pooled in her eyes, were now trailing down her face.Her make up was smudged but did she care?No.

Because in the hidden depths of her heart, she knew that she still loved Harry.

geritas-love-child  asked:

Mabey you could wright a Dusttale sans and genocide sans fight? I feel Like it's be interesting to see how sans feels about himself being the one who went genocide.

(*Did you guys know that I reallyreallyreally love Dusttale? )


“It’s a beautiful day outside.
Birds are singing…
Flowers are blooming.

…but you already knew that.”

Sans opens his eyesockets, staring at the hooded figure before him.  His opponent has a creepy grin permanently plastered on his face, despite the fact that he had just left a trail of dust and despair in his wake.  

Of everyone he’s judged, of all the various outcomes he’s experienced, he never in a million timelines saw this coming.

It’s unsettling seeing his own expression mirrored back to him.  The only difference is the red eyelights and thick layer of dust clinging to the other’s clothes.  

“you know what i’m about to say, dont'cha buddy?  you’ve been here before, standing on this side of the judgement hall.”

His Dust Mirror shrugs, seeming so nonplussed by the confrontation. He finally spoke up, “yeah, yeah, burning in hell, broken promises, blah blah.  i know the spiel.”

Sans’s fingers clench in his pockets, but he tries to maintain his composure.  There’s no mistaking who this skeleton is, and it’s left him rattled.

“ok, so how about something off-script?  why did you do it?”

Dust cocks his head slightly to the side, a bony brow quirking.  "why’d i go genocide?“  Sans nods, confirming the query.  "heh. you already know the answer to that, pal.  i got stuck in the loop, same as you… only eventually, my attacks stopped working.  i couldn’t kill the kid anymore.”  He pauses, his grin widening.  "so i knew i just needed some LOVE in my heart to win.“

Sans furrows his brow a little.  "what are you talking about?  you started killing to beat frisk?”

Dust twitches a little at the name.  "no–chara.  to beat chara… to save frisk.  are you telling me you don’t know?“  He chuckles, shaking his head.  Before he continues, however, he looks off to the side, his attention drawn elsewhere.  Sans doesn’t see anyone else in the Hall, yet with the way Dust’s head is tilted, it seems as if he’s… listening to someone.

“ok, but even if you beat them, don’t they just RESET?”

Dust nods slightly, but Sans doesn’t think it’s directed at him.  "you’re right.  he’s so dense.  it’s hard to believe i was ever like this.“

Dread began to pit in Sans’s gut.  ”…who are you talking to?“

Dust scoffs.  "who else?  paps.”

Sans’s gaze hardens, the recent loss of his brother biting into his SOUL.  "enough talking.  you’re nuts, so let’s just get straight to the point.“

With that, Sans opens with a quick attack.  A row of bones jutted toward his mirror, followed by several Gaster Blasters, each larger than the last. There was a whirl of magic, building into a whine, before each of their maws opened up to unleash raw energy toward Dust.  

Each bone sent Dust’s way was countered with a purple-tinted bone, and when the Gaster Blasters fired, he narrowly teleported directly behind Sans.  Anticipating this, Sans teleported to the other side, reversing their positions.  

Dust chuckles. "not bad.  i mean, you are me, but… heh, i’m stronger than you.”

Sans narrows his gaze, focusing on the other.  Instantly, the Check is performed.

* sans  250 ATK  1 DEF
* wanna have a mad time?
* LV 37

Sans is so stunned by the other monster’s LOVE that he barely dodges the purple-tinged bone that abruptly juts from the ground.

Dust’s grin widens as Sans barely dodges being skewered.  He had felt the Check, and he knew what the other would see, knew how it would quite literally rattle his bones.  

HE WASN’T EXPECTING YOU TO BE SO DETERMINED, BROTHER!  YOU CAN FINISH HIM OFF NO PROBLEM!

Dust glances toward the floating form of Papyrus, his bust slightly opaque, but highlighted by the bright, wafting scarf cinched around his neck.  

“you’re right, paps.  he’s only got 1 hp still… and we all know he can’t dodge forever.”

Sans shudders, his smile tighter than it’s ever been.  “yeah?  and you have more than 1 hp?”

Dust’s left eyesocket wisps purple, and he raises his hand.  “yep.  ya’see, i used to feel like you… so hopeless.  but then, i realized what i had to do.”

Sans stares, shaking his skull.  Dust unleashes another barrage of bones, and Sans nimbly dodges each with flare, sometimes leaning back, sometimes ducking, sometimes hopping up and doing the splits.  

                       MISS

                                             MISS 

                                                                      MISS

“you had to kill everyone, huh?  kill papyrus, too?”

Dust shrugs.  “better me killing him than the human.  besides… paps is still here.”  He tilts his skull toward the side, and while Sans doesn’t see anything there, Dust sees his brother’s phantom bust floating around him, coming over to speak close to the side of his face. 

THAT’S RIGHT, BROTHER!  I’M PROUD OF YOU FOR FINALLY GETTING OFF YOUR LAZY POSTERIOR AND DOING SOMETHING ABOUT THAT HUMAN!  YOU SAVED ALL OF US FROM THEIR KNIFE!

“paps is happier this way.  paps understands that i did what’s right.”

Sans rolls his shoulders, chuckling humorlessly.  “you’ve become everything you wanted to stop, and you don’t even see it.  buddy, i know you’re not that blind.  or maybe you really can’t see with your freaky eyes.”

Dust grinned wider.  Integrity…. Justice…. who needed those traits when he had Determination?  That red tinge to his gaze was just that, shining through.  “i can see clearer than i have in hundreds of timelines, pal.  besides… don’t act like you’re LOVEless.  i’m you, remember?”

Sans gritted his teeth together and snapped his fingers.  In an instant, Dust’s SOUL turned blue.  “ y o u ‘ r e  w r o n g .“  And with hollow, empty sockets, Sans sent Dust flying across the Judgement Hall, into a nearby pillar.  Dust chuckled, shaking his head.  The attack would have been easy enough to counter, but he wasn’t worried.  He hadn’t been lying when he told Sans that he had more than 1 HP, so why not prove it?  Why not let him see how much HoPe there was to be gained from his way of handling their mutual problem?  

A bone jutted from Dust’s shoulder, jagged and broken.  He crushed it in his palm.  “still only 1 ATK.  you’re pitiful.”

HE’LL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS YOU, SANS!  YOU SHOULD JUST KILL THE IMPOSTOR!  HE HASN’T EVEN THANKED YOU FOR CLEANING UP HIS TIMELINE!

“heh, hurts a lot, coming from you.”  Sans shrugs, his hands still casually in his pockets.  “i would never kill paps.  i don’t care how many times all of us die.  i’ll never stop trying to get through to frisk, and i would never hurt my brother.”

His gaze is hard; his sockets dark.  Dust’s shoulders shake briefly, before he starts all-out laughing, holding his sides as he loses his composure.  “ah ha… haha… AHAHAHAHAHA!  that’s hilarious!”  Dust wipes a purple-tinged tear from the rim of an orbit.  “never?  never ever?  sans, buddy, pal–look at me.”  He stops laughing to lock gazes with Sans directly.  

“y o u   a l r e a d y  h a v e . ”

Another bone goes through Dust.  And then another.  And another.  Sans rapidly fires them through the other skeleton, while Dust starts cackling again.  

“you must really hate yourself, huh?  too bad it’ll take you hundreds of…. of….”

Dust trails off, suddenly wobbling.  He tries to catch himself on a bone, but ends up landing on his knees on the Judgement Hall.  

SANS?  SANS, WHAT’S WRONG?  BROTHER, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

Dust’s vision starts to blur as Sans steps forward, his slippers slapping against the polished floor.  

“welp, you know what they say…”  He stops right in front of Dust, his grin wide and humorless.  “karma’s a bitch.”

Karmic Retribution.  Of course.  He should have realized what was going on.  After all, the the purple tint to his eye was born from that brand of magic.
But he was used to using it against Chara, against their LOVE.  

He forgot entirely that his special attack as Judge could be used against him as well.  

Dust drops his skull, his reflection staring back at him in the shiny, golden tile.  He can see Papyrus, floating beside him with worry weighing heavily on his features.  “heh, don’t worry, paps.  i’ll see you again soon.”

Dust raises his gaze to Sans, listening to the sound of a Gaster Blaster whirling to life from somewhere off to his right.  

“get the hell out of my timeline, and don’t come back.”

A smirk crosses Dust’s face.  “don’t worry.  we’ll meet again soon.”

He chuckles.

“only next time, it’ll be when you’re looking in a mirror.”

And then the Gaster Blaster turns him into nothing but dust, while Sans grimly watches.

(* Mobile Imagine Masterlist
I’m going to start including that at the bottom of all my imagines, if I can.  )

Letters from the Barricade [2/10]

Paris, 5th June 1832

Combeferre counts six letters, his own included, and the familiar sigils stare up at him as if to mock their cause with the eloborated crests stamped onto them.
It almost hurts to look and to think of those who have abandoned aristocracy in favour of a cause they do not fully understand, and in the interval between two heartbeats, Combeferre senses the fear in the pit of his stomach again and he wants to burn the letters and tell his friends to run.

“You lost this.”

Combeferre looks up at Enjolras who has come out of the post office and he looks like Combeferre feels. There are dark circles under his eyes, his hair is dishevelled and to protect himself from the chilly morning breeze, he pulls Bahorel’s too wide red waist coat tightly around his shoulders which he still holds up with determination, passion and fire.

The letter in Enjolras’ hand is plain without even a wax seal, instead the writer has bound it together with a rough thread that is fraying at its edges and Combeferre takes it carefully.

“It will be a long day,” says Enjolras, “Rest until the time comes.” Then he turns and leaves the place.

Combeferre shakes his head and he looks down at the letters in his hands. There are seven now and the plain letter is Feuilly’s.

This letter doesn’t fit in, Combeferre thinks and frowns.

Then he thinks of Feuilly.

Feuilly who doesn’t have a family crest to stamp onto his letters, who never used sealing wax, and who still writes like a child because writing was a skill he only developed in the last years.

Combeferre looks at this plain letter that was tied with the rough wool addressed to an orphanage in shaky handwriting. He turns it and looks again and suddenly he is laughing.

Yes, he thinks, I fight for people less fortunate than Feuilly, for the children and for the women, for equality.

When he opens the door to the post office with the bells chiming softly in the morning breeze, he wonders why he even started doubting.

anonymous asked:

Can i ask ur thoughts on the scene between len and flash at argus? Where barry was holding onto len as king shark was trying to pull him back into the cell? I loved that scene. They've come so far from 1x04. I loved how len invited himself to the westallen wedding too.

Originally posted by coldsflash

I thought the entire scene at ARGUS was really fascinating, to be honest. I think there’s a lot that we can clean from it, including how fascinating it is that once they made it past the main guards, Len was so good at getting them to the basement that the show didn’t even see fit to actually, well, show the process of getting down there.

It’s possible they used the facial transmorgrifying to get past any guards, because no one internally is gonna question Lyla once she’s past clearance, I imagine, and they can use her retinal and bio scans to get through most parts or turn off half of their issues, and we’ve seen the cold gun take out lasers.

But still, the whole damn thing goes so smooth until they’re down there. And then there’s King Shark, and Barry being ready to kill him, and Len being unimpressed with that. And it’s not like Len’s unwilling to kill, we know he’s more than willing to, but he clearly holds other people to different standards. 

I’ve talked about that before, a bit, why he would maybe hold Barry to a different standard, with the upshot being that the guy who inspired him not to kill and to find better methods isn’t allowed to toss that dedicated out the window now, especially not when he’s asking Len for help.

But anyway, things are going relatively well until the alarm goes off, and then Len gets stuck inside. And it’s neat, he half-expects Barry to ditch him, I think, based on the way he calls Barry’s name as soon as the door closes, separating them.

Originally posted by coldsflash

He switches quick into egging Barry on, reminding him he has to leave in under two minutes, but it’s some reverse-psychology. “This is your chance to show how ruthless you really are” because of course, Barry doesn’t want to be ruthless. Not the Barry that Len knew, at least. Is capable of it? Sure. But doesn’t want it. Doesn’t want to have to be.

And of course, Barry doesn’t disappoint. It’s Barry. No matter the consequences, he has honor, and he’s not about to throw someone under the bus and leave them behind when he’s responsible for them. 

It’s interesting too though. Think back to the first trip to E2, with Jay stuck in another cage. Barry could’ve phased through the glass to get Jay out, but didn’t have the energy left, and Zoom was coming, so he left. There were other lives to protect, his friends, but he left Jay behind with the promise that he’d return. 

Originally posted by minettedylan

He had reason to believe Jay’s life wasn’t in immediate danger, and he didn’t know Jay yet, but still, it bears comparing.

Because if the guards arrive in the next minute, Len’s probably not going to turn into shark food. Him dying here would seriously screw up time considering he’s supposed to die a hero with the Legends, but Barry also has other lives he has to think about here, and getting caught up in ARGUS stuff and losing the power source would devastate his chances for saving Iris.

But even now, at the “ruthless” end of his rope, Barry doesn’t seem to even consider bolting. Maybe he considers it, but dismisses it immediately. He’s not leaving Leonard behind. 

And then the un-hackable door magically becomes hackable (likely because of Len’s tampering with it) and Barry urges Len to get out of there, only for him to get caught by King Shark at the last second. And then we get this.   

(he keeps saying “I got you” it kills me, just the reassurance that he’s not letting Len go no matter what)

Barry doesn’t hesitate to dive for him. In the space of a second, he goes from urging Len on under the door to launching himself forward, grabbing Len’s hand and pulling, definitely not letting him go. 

And you know something neat about this? Other than implied off-screen speed-running-carrying (since Barry had to get Len to 2017 somehow), the last time we saw them physically touch on screen was when Barry had Len pressed up to the mantle in 2x09? Barry has gone from physically pushing Len as a threat to physically pulling him to save him in the space of a single interaction, really.

I’m not sure what more you want me to say, except that it seems that every time these two work together, one of them gets the other into a pinch but ends up saving them (happens in 1x22, 2x03, and now here in 3x22). Their tally sheet must look like a messy with all the “you helped me, I saved your life, you saved my life, I helped you” back and forth they do. No wonder they seem to have simply thrown out their attempts to keep score.

anonymous asked:

Okay so I know there are a lot of fics in which Peter is on the spectrum (and sometimes I've seen Gwen as also being autistic in fics but details) but I'm not sure if that's a canon thing or if it's just been widely assumed based on his manerisms and etc but I was curious as to whether or not you have any headcanons for an autistic Peter Parker/how that ties in to his actions as Spidey?? {This is all prob really silly but idk I was just wondering and yeah idk haha ignore me I'm awkward}

I can totally see why people think Peter is autistic because he does have a lot of the traits/habits. 

(I just want to say, (in case I don’t portray it accurately) I am not autistic but my brother is, and I do stimm and have a lot of sensory problems, so this is purely just from my (and my brother’s) experiences. I am by no means an expert) So please don’t crawl through your computer and hurt me. 

  • Getting the Spidey powers and enhanced senses was really hard on Peter. He already had a hard time blocking out noises and smells, but all of a sudden it seemed impossible
  • And his Spider-Sense was a horror because whenever he is more stressed or anxious it seems to act up. And before he knew what the sixth sense was, it tended just to freak him out more. 
  • To help with his problem Peter had his headphones in most of the time and even wore sunglasses while inside on worse days, always wrapped up in his softest hoodie. 
  • His Aunt May seemed to pick up on the fact that he wasn’t doing too well, so random stimm toys (fidget spinner, those random toys from the Dollar Tree) started showing up in his room, and they ate a lot of Peter’s favorite dishes for dinner for a couple weeks.
  • (Now because he wasn’t allowed to wear sunglasses or headphones in school Peter made small wireless headphones and he took his regular glasses and made them light deflecting) That helped while he had to be in public during a bad brain day.
  • Becoming Spiderman actually helped. His mask blocks out a good amount of the input he gets and being able to listen to his Spider-Sense instead of ignoring it helped melt some of the stress off. 
  • Being Spiderman is the best part of Peter’s day, he is allowed to be hyper and make all the jokes and quips he wants and no one can say ‘boo’ because it is just part of his charming personality. 
  • Of course, there are bad days while out on patrol too. Days when Peter gets thrown into the smelly and grimy sewer and can’t seem to get the smell off of himself. 
  • Other days when he has to run through a burning building and make sure he grabs everyone, only to feel itchy and raw from the adrenaline high and touching so many different people. 
  • Those are the days that Peter goes home shoves himself into some fleece pajamas and end up eating whole bags of Cheetos while he watches dumb anime in the dark safety of his room. 
  • I think getting his powers is what really helped Peter to express himself. Before the spider bite, he was just some dorky science nerd (and yes that is still who he is) but putting on the mask gave him the freedom of anonymity, freedom to be his whole self. 
  • And I like to imagine that the superhero community just accepts Peter’s behavior without question. “Because that’s just how the kid is.”
  • Spider-Man flapping his hands in excitement,
    Spider-Man screaming like a little girl as he gets thrown around,
    Spider-Man singing as he web-slings,
    Spider-Man having to stop mid fight to pet a puppy,
    Spider-Man stealing everyone’s food and then judging said food,
    Spider-Man wearing a too big hoodie over his suit,
    Spider-Man spouting off all the elements of the periodic table,
    Spider-Man finding random wreckage and playing with it, 
    Spider-Man nonstop talking, Spider-Man not talking,
    Spider-Man cackling for no reason,
    Spider-Man having a no touch day,
    Spider-Man having a clingy day,
  • Yeah…yeah that’s all normal and the other Supers don’t really even notice it anymore.

I would include Daredevil helping Peter to control and learn his new limits when it comes to his senses, but I’ve already done that so I’ll just leave now…

maychorian  asked:

Gosh, I didn't even get twenty-five percent down list. Anyway, here are two prompts. 15. “I made your favorite.” for Hunk and Lance, gen, please. Or 16. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” for Shiro and Lance, also gen. Obviously you don't have to do either if you don't want to. Thank you for considering!

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!

(Shockingly, I picked the Shiro one)



“Couldn’t sleep?”

Lance jolted, nearly losing his balance and falling over.  Impressive, given that he was sitting, but he’d been resting all of his weight on his braced arms.  Turning, Lance saw Shiro in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame.

Shit.  Caught.

Lance shrugged elaborately, going for casual.  “I’m restless still,” he replied airily.  “Figured I’d mess around with something until I was ready for bed.  Get around all that energy from our awesome fight.”

Stepping over, Shiro nodded, not looking down at where Lance sat.  “I see.”  He glanced over the projected star map in front of Lance, depicting a very specific solar system, then looked back down.

Lance tried not to squirm.  He didn’t really manage.

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just friends...right?  -  seokmin (M)

Originally posted by fatenumberfor

summary; you two were friends…..just friends….no fucking going on here…..or at least….you thought so…..

genre: hello smut writing my old friend so yeah there’s mature themes and stuff 

a/n: to the anon who requested this i hope you like it as much as i liked writing this one! it was very fun to write ღ

he needs to not be rude lee seokmin please leave me al o N E 




“Oh, Seokmin? He’s just a friend.”

“Y/n? Yeah, she’s a great friend…just a friend.”

That was it, right? Just friends. Getting into college meant that a new beginning for you. Saying goodbye to your old, younger self, and grabbing a new image. This also meant a whole new variety of friends and new ways of thinking. And also……new experiences that came with those friends and those new ways of thinking. For example, there was one friend called Mingyu who taught you how to cook….and how not to burn the whole house down. There was also Seungkwan, who kept you company on rainy days while storms hit the shore, and while the sky was unsettled due to mother nature flipping her shit on everything. But honestly, the best friend you ever made was Seokmin. Tall, smile like an angel mixed with the sun’s energy, a master comedian who also has a great voice, and just….an awesome friend. But…being this close…kind of had it’s….pros and cons- the pros are, that you have an amazing friend who’s always just a hop, skip and jump away, whenever you needed cheering up! You also had an amazing friend who could make you smile loads. The cons….were the fact that people thought…under all that smiling…..you two were fucking. People thought that there was an underlying message.

“Hey Y/n…are you and Seokmin….you know…banging?”

“Hm? No, he’s just a really good friend. Where did that assumption come from?”

“Well….a couple kids thought that you two were…you know like friends with benefits…fuckbuddies….and I just came up to check if it was actually happening. There’s no problem if you guys are…it’s just that it’s gotten a lot of attention recently.”

“Huh…ok…well, me and Seokmin aren’t fucking. Nope, this is a strictly platonic thing we have going on. Nothing is being pounded, nothing is being screwed, nothing is being inserted into anything. Just friends.”

“Oh, ok, thanks for clearing that up, Y/n. See you on monday, and don’t forget to do the homework!”

“No problem, and I won’t, I’ll see you on monday.”

You mentioned to the class rep, waving to her as you exited the class. So wait, it wasn’t just her who thought you and Seokmin were getting at it….it was the whole class? A slight blush appeared on your cheeks, glancing over to all the other students coming out of their classes. You finished a little earlier than Seokmin, so you decided to head on back to the dorm. You and Seokmin didn’t share a dorm, but you gave him a spare key for whenever he wants to come visit you and stuff.A silent sigh left your lips, as you piled the scarf around your neck, keeping you warm in the winter day. It was the middle of January, and the city was expecting snow any time soon, so the temperature was bound to be below 0° celsius. Or below 32° fahrenheit. You shuffled your way to the dorm buildings, keeping yourself warm with the hot pack you had from the day before. Having hot packs are a god sent in winter, and you definitely needed this. You were able to get in before anyone else decided to stop and ask you if you were boning Seokmin in your dorm. That question really hit home for you….as you started to really question your friendship with Seokmin. Was it just a rumor that you heard, or was it something else? Yes, you had to admit, you two are quite skinshippy-huggy with each other, but that’s one of the reasons why you’re such good friends. Maybe the skinship is the reason why…? Shaking your head, you decided to text Seokmin, asking him to come over after his lesson finished.

[4:15 PM] From Y/n 🍯 💎™️ ©️ ®️: Hey Seokmin, can you come over after class?? we need to talk……😕

[4:17 PM] From SunSeok 🌞: yeah sure my lesson just finished and i was planning on coming anyways….everything alright??

[4:18 PM] From Y/n 🍯 💎™️ ©️ ®️: it’s…uh…

“…So wait…let me get this straight…”

Seokmin queried, completely perplexed about what you just told him. Lying next to him, you glanced up at Seokmin, then back to the bunk bed above. His arm being the only thing holding him up, he lied sideways, so that his gaze was always fixed on you and you only.

“Yeah?”

“Some people in your class…”

“Yep…”

“Probably saw us hug..”

“You’re on the right track…”

“And they kind of just though…are we fucking?”

“Thats right.”

“And it’s been spread around your class…?”

“Bingo…but the class rep came up to me and asked about it, so that should be cleared up by now.”

“Oh…right…”

You leered up to him again; oh no. He had that sort of mischievous…but guilty look on his face. You knew exactly what he was up to. You sighed, grabbing his attention again. Glancing down at you, he took one minute to scan you up and down, his thoughts going downtown, seeing you in just shorts and a t-shirt. A lower lip bite was the only thing to tell you that he had an idea, but it was kind of a bad idea too. 

Oh no, spill it Lee.”

You sat up on your bed, folding your arms, a peeved off glare slowly making its way over to him. You sighed, seeing him roll over, his hands holding up his head. He somehow managed to get your legs apart slightly, lying in between them. His arms bent, but over your hips, like a barricade of some sort. He glared up to you, then looked back down, his finger now tracing the outline of the running shorts you had on. Your face turned red again, just like it did when you were out in the cold, and when you were in the hallway.

“You’re thinking of something that will probably cause some trouble, so spill it. Now.”

“Alright, alright, hold your horses. I was thinking…one time wouldn’t hurt…right?”

One time, huh?

“One time? Of course it would…we both said that we’re not interested in each other in that way, so what’s with the change of plan?”

“A lot of people say that…if you bang with a friend….it’s either one of two things…experimental or it’s a friends with benefits thing…”

You remember the class rep bringing that up when she was talking to you in the classroom, but you thought you wouldn’t hear that word for a while, not until you got back to class on monday morning.

“Won’t it be awkward after though?”

Wait, you’re actually considering it? After that change, from being the -slightest- fuck girl, to actually staying on track with work, you were actually considering it again?

“Shouldn’t be. They say it helps grow the friendship. A lot of people have fuck buddies because they don’t have time for a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner. I even heard little miss class rep has one.”

“Wait, she does?”

“Of course, I saw her leaving Mingyu’s dorm one day as I was going to class. Her hair looked messy, just like she was fucked, real good.”

“One Seokmin I know you’re joking, and two, is this all true?”

“I’m not joking….maybe we should do this…maybe we should eb fuck buddies…and this is what I’ve heard from other people, including Seungkwan.”

As bad as it sounded…you kind of lived by Seungkwan’s word. You couldn’t pin-point what was going on in that moment, but you felt your heart beating faster, his fingers now touching bare skin, above the shorts. The blush was coming back, but worse than before, Your ears started to turn a pink-ish colour too. It was getting bad, and you were thinking…hey…maybe it’s not too bad.

“Really? I’m still not sure…”

You lied. You actually did. You didn’t want to seem too interested in doing this, just incase you didn’t want to do this. But…you had to show some interest in doing this…you saw the pros and cons of this, like you did before. The pros of it being that you were…going to find out what Seokmin is really like, his true character underneath that light hearted surface. You were also getting dick, which is an alright thing in your books. The cons….being that you weren’t sure if you two were ever going to be the same…just like what you two were doing, sitting like that, and like before. You kind of just thought to yourself…wait….what if it goes well…? then my friendship with Seokmin might be stronger. Whatever the outcome was, you were sure glad about your dorm mate being on that skiing trip, and she wouldn’t be back until this time next week. 

“Listen….let’s just try it once…you never know until you try…and if it doesn’t work out, then we know that it won’t get to this stage again…ok Y/n?”

You thought about it for a while, longer than you would like, but…in the end…the pros did outweigh the cons. And besides, you were just a couple metres away from saying fuck it and making him take you right there. A small but sultry smile appeared on your lips as you observed him, getting up. 

“Is this happening?”

He asked, his hand rubbing his neck, the other being up against the top bunk bed. Staring down to you, the look in his eyes turned from a look of a sweet nature, to a hot, inviting, but rather sensual look. You never found out if he had ever had sex before, but you kind of knew that he knew exactly what he was doing, just from that glare.

“I…guess so. Yeah, it is happening.”

You announced, seeing him nod, and watching his smile turn from, again, sweet-natured to provocative and titillating. He went to close the door, and the curtains too, the room suddenly becoming dimmer than before. Coming back over, halfway, you saw him slowly take his shirt off. This was more a lust rather than love thing, but you did exactly the same. The temptations ran high in you, keeping you and your heart on the edge. Seokmin didn’t show, but his mind was going wild at the sight of your chest, covered by a simple bra. You definitely saw that his…little friend was going wild, the bulge in his trousers growing slightly.  

“Come on, bra off too.”

He demanded, you knew who was in charge this time. A simple nod, followed by you pulling down the straps, unclasping it and slipping it off. Now his dick was getting excited.  Moving back down so you could lie down, you didn’t realise how….nice Seokmin’s body was. Lightly shaking your head and closing your eyes, you felt Seokmin’s body heat as he clambered over you, being right above you. 

“You taking charge? Or should I?”

“You try..”

You mumbled, opening your eyes. You also didn’t realise how close he had gotten to you, with every breath making your bodies collide and come together. Your arms already found a placement; shoulders. His shoulders were…more broader than you thought, your arms comfortably resting around them. Then, your eyes locked, and somehow…there were fireworks going off in your head. When someone says this, they normally think it has something to do with love, like pink fireworks. Nope, the fireworks in your mind were red, lust. His legs adjusted themselves, one leg being placed in between yours, sitting right in between. There wasn’t a gap, just right, in between. Just with his leg between yours, you already felt that similar and unforgiving feeling you feel when you get excited. Yeah, you could feel your panties just getting drenched already, just by him being above you.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, Seokmin.”

You replied, the gap between you two getting smaller and smaller by the second, until you felt his lips graze yours, just ever so slightly. It was the first time you’d ever kissed Seokmin, and to tell you the truth, you were…kind of missing out. His lips were soft like cotton candy, pressing up against yours. Sooner or later, the kiss was about to deepen, and so it did. His tongue barely stroked your bottom lip, but you opened your mouth little by little, inviting his tongue into your mouth. As soon as it was in your mouth, his tongue explored your mouth a little, with your tongue caressing his. It also wasn’t long until he started to explore your body with his hand, the other holding himself up above you. That hand soon became attached to your chest, grabbing a handful of your breast while he was at it. Steadily, as you felt your underwear get that tiny bit more damp, your grip on his shoulders tightened. You know what else started to tighten? His grip on you. The hand that was just casually grabbing your chest, moved down your body, lining the outside of your shorts with his fingers. Of course, this made you tense up a little, your hips bucking against his leg. He noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed what you just did. 

“You gonna do that again?”

“If you do that again, then sure.”

Seokmin teased, parting away from your lips. You teased back and gave a little childish scowl, your words being interrupted by the hand that was invading your shorts. Slipping lower and lower, his nimble fingers found your weak spot; your clit. That’s the first time for you, that someone had ever found it so quickly. Rubbing it gently through the material of your underwear, you felt those little spark you would normally get when you got excited, pulsating through you. Leaning back in, this time, his prime target was your neck. He didn’t even go slow and steady, like he did with your lips; oh no, full frontal biting and sucking. There was no stopping him now. His excitement increased, just by the sound of your small but heavy moans and your hitched breathing too. He found out there was more fun inside your underwear, so his hand came up, then back down again. You felt those surges of pleasure run through you again, but this time, they were 10x better, since it was skin on skin contact. Rubbing,,,wasn’t clearly wasn’t enough for Seokmin, he needed a little bit more fun from you. His hand then passed your clit, and went straight in for the kill. But, there wasn’t enough room to move; time to call upon the multitasker. While making more love bites on your skin, he pulled both your shorts and underwear down to your thighs with only one hand, the other still exploring your body to the fullest. The other hand then stopped exploring, holding himself above you again. Feeling his fingers going back under you sent shivers down your spine, keeping you in check. You were surely going to moan his name out any minute, but that wasn’t the point. He was…making you feel good. For a while, yeah, you had to admit his fingers felt really, really good. But you needed him, and you needed him now. 

S-Seokmin…now.”

“You want it now?”

“Yeah…”

“Now?”

He teased again. You were so close to just saying “Seokmin you utter prick just put your dick in me” but…that would be a total mood killer. Shit. You didn’t say anything, just a solid nod, trying to get your breathing back to normal. After all, he was making your heart race x3 more than it normally would. Your gaze was fixed on his crotch, watching him unbuckle his trousers and taking them down, along with his boxers. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, you were….shocked. How? Why? You kind of….imagines before…how big he was. It was a secret that you would take to your grave, and….a truthful one at that. He was bigger than you imagined. His hands gripped your legs, giving them a little grope, too. His dirty secret was that he loved your thighs to death. they were his favourite thing about you, thinking in terms of fucking you.Seokmin aligned himself with you, sliding in almost immediately. Then, the prolonged moan that you had to let out was freed almost immediately, your mind going to mush. Thrusting in and out, the small breaths that came out of Seokmin, turned into grunts. He leaned back over to you, his lips finding yours. Muffled moans from both of you, your tongues started to swirl around again. Your hands immediately found themselves hooked up on his shoulders, with one hand having your fingers run through his hair. A little tugging too. WIth every pump and thrust, you let your brain go wild, your breathing became unsettled again. Parting away from your lips, he lodged his head in between you neck, but this time, he was giving no mercy to the other side of your neck, covering it in hundreds of little bites. Your head started to tilt back, you had to admit….he was good. So good. With his hands still fixated on your thighs, you could feel his grip getting tighter and tighter with every thrust, his nails digging into you. He was close to climaxing, and so were you. A couple deep breaths and moans were enough to send you packing, you hitting the point of pleasure almost immediately. Your signal to him that you climaxed, was one of the loudest moans you had ever let out, with a couple more trailing out after. He was close too, taking himself out from you. His hand left your thigh, starting to jerk himself off at the sight of your body. Then, he reached his climax too, fluids slowly spilling out. He managed to jizz on your stomach…your chest…and your face too. Miraculously, he got none on the sheets. Good going, Seokmin, gold star for you. You both had the same glare in your eyes, that said ‘that was great…can we do it again’. This went on for a good 30 seconds, while your gazes softened. You, still lying on the bed….still covered in his fluid, with a childish and tired smile approaching your lips. His lips were curved upwards, the same smile on his face too. 

“How was that?”

He asked, pulling his boxers up again, buckling his belt up. He was able to go out the room quickly to grab you a towel, just to clean yourself. And there you were. Just lying down naked on your bed, looking up to the top of the bunk bed again. Giving you the towel, you wiped yourself, placing your underwear back on after. 

“That wasn’t…so bad…fuckbuddy.”

You said, still regaining your breath. His eyes widened a little, as he laid down next to you, sitting up quickly. He seemed….really excited about it. You couldn’t help but to smile at his childish nature, even after he gave you the best nailing you’ve ever experienced. 

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah. It was pretty good, and I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

“That’s great…so we can do it any time…?”

“As long as my roommate isn’t in, or if we do it in your dorm. Or the bathroom. Yeah, the bathroom’s soundproof for some reason.”

“Really?”

“Yeah….it’s weird…”

You said, glancing back over to Seokmin, who was just nodding. Another smile appeared on your face, you rhead just..finding it’s way to his shoulder, just lying there. It was…a cute bonding moment. You didn’t feel awkward with him after that, and you felt that your friendship with Seokmin has gotten stronger through this. Most friends would turn to dating after this, but everything was the same. Friends with benefits. 

“Hey Y/n.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“My dog used to chase people on bikes. It was getting really bad.”

“Hm? I didn’t–”

“It got so bad that we had to take his bike away.”

“Oh…poor do– wait….”

You said, turning to him, a confused and slightly annoyed face starting to show, while Seokmin was just cracking up beside you. You let out a little laugh too, seeing that it was a good and bad joke at the same time. You realised…that your friendship was just more than this, it was special. You really did appreciate Seokmin being your friend, and now, since you two shared this experience, you guys are now closer than ever before.

hello-tarpon  asked:

So in the two padawan verse, the first one obi said he doesn't want to be kicked out. As much as qui seems like a better master, so was bandomeer still a problem? With qui and anakin is his self esteem better than in canon? Does anakin know about how obi almost didn't make it? Lots of questions... thank you, I love all of the new works!

Tapping his fingers against the others rib cage, Anakin smiled in contentment. They were all alone, resting in the sun, no one around to judge them and nothing stressing to do since their masters were handling the main negotiation since they were considered ‘too young’ by the standards of the planet to join in.

So they did katas together, sparred, made sure the apartment and meals were ready for when their masters came back and enjoined their time together.

Like this picnic on the grassy hill Obi-Wan had suggested, the other padawan face glowing with contentment at the idea of a private date away from prying eyes.

Which lead to the empty containers in the basket and the blanket they were currently spooning on, Anakin as the big spoon with his fingers gently tracing patterns on Obi-Wan’s ribs.

He hummed and pressed a soft kiss behind Obi-Wan’s ear, feeling no rush but only enjoyment.

“…Qui-Gon almost didn’t take me as his padawan you know.” Obi-Wan murmured and Anakin’s hand curled possessively over the others ribcage, frowning into his neck.  

“What?”

“When I was an Initiate. I almost aged out.” Obi-Wan rested a hand over Anakin’s, stroking slowly with his fingertips. “Scratch that, I did age out really. He was…damaged by his second apprentice and didn’t want another despite Yoda trying to make him take me on.” He mused down at their hands, smiling a bit at how Anakin was digging in the tips of his fingers.

“…That’s why you’re always working so hard.” He whispered. “You already know what its like to be left behind…” Anakin slid his arm more tightly around Obi-Wan, pulling him firmly back against his chest.

“Qui-Gon…got better. I honestly think after Melida/Daan, Mace interfered, around the time he took you as a padawan actually, made him see the healers.” Obi-Wan hummed, tilting his head when Anakin pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.

“Well good, you deserve to be treated well.” The taller padawan murmured, unable to understand why no one…

How could they have let him age out?

Why did no one…

Obi-Wan must have caught onto his trail of thought. “A lot of master’s considered me too…unstable. Too emotional. Weird perhaps now but that’s what they saw back then.” He sighed a bit before curling more back against Anakin. “It used to make me worry though, that I’d get thrown out if I didn’t…”

“Mesure up?” Anakin whispered, understanding the insecurity. “…I heard about the Melida/Daan incident. How you…”

“Depending on who you ask, I was either abandoned for doing the thing a Jedi was suppose to do or left the Order to help a lost cause.” Obi-Wan sighed then shifted, turning around until he was facing the other.

Anakin instantly shifted his hand up around Obi-Wan’s body, holding around the others shoulder and cupping the back of his head, resting forehead against forehead. Obi-Wan responded by wrapping his arms around Anakin’s lower back, fingers rubbing the small of his back with a small smile on his lips.

“But…that’s the past. I see a future now that…makes me happy.”

“I hope that future includes me.” Anakin pressed a soft kiss to the others lips.

“I does if you continue to feed me.” Obi-Wan laughed quietly, giving a happy little sigh when Anakin laughed.

“I’d do anything you’d ask, you only need to voice it. My soul belongs to you.” He pulled Obi-Wan bit more firmly to him, possessiveness, worry and greed curling his stomach as much as love.

“Well then…I saw a cream pie in the basket. I’d love to have a slice.” Obi-Wan grinned, trying to ease the mood that had descended with the quietly whispered words.

It worked, Anakin laughed for him and shifted, sitting up to pull the basket closer to them.

On one memorable Valentines day Ryan gives the whole crew hearts. Not chocolate hearts or candy hearts or even heart-shaped balloons, oh no. Fresh, hand-picked, unequivocally human hearts. More thoughtful than any store-bought gift if he does say so himself.

They’re carefully thought out, each presented differently; If Ryan’s going to do something then he’s going to do it right, wasn’t about to just throw slabs of bleeding meat down on the table and call it a day - he’s not an animal.

While it took the longest to obtain, Geoff’s is the  most simple. Sitting in a basic cooler, nothing fancy, easy to identify and not meant to last. For Geoff the gift is not the organ itself but the inevitable demise of the man it came from, the involuntary donor who’s crew will no longer be trying to push their way into Los Santos.

For Jack there is a necklace, long and elegantly simple, the tapered rose-gold vial engraved with a small heart that makes her smile. Its unassuming, decorative and fashionable, perfectly belying the way the lid is sealed shut to preserve the ash within.

Ryan has never stuffed a heart with explosives before, hadn’t quite anticipated the difficulty of it, but his efforts are instantly rewarded by the involuntary way Michael snorts into laughter at the sight of the fuse snaking out of an artery. Its impossible not to join in when it goes off, humour infectious as Michael’s eyes light up, bellowing his amusement as gore rains down around them.

Ray receives what another might consider a serial killer’s love letter. A dismembered hand left in his favourite spot points him in the direction of a warehouse containing carefully arranged entrails which in turn lead to a breadcrumb trail of teeth. Thoroughly entertained Ray follows blood and gore all around the city before finding himself on the roof of an open-air parking garage, a giant blood red heart painted across the floor with the real deal placed carefully at its centre.

Gavin’s heart is in a ornamental jar, carefully preserved, bloodless and somewhat alien in appearance. It’s an almost shocking display of thoughtfulness, concession to the fact that Gavin, of all of them, would be the most disgusted, yet also somehow the one most likely to want to keep his gift. When he doesn’t have to smell it, feel the muscle gone cold in his hands, deal with the red stain of someone else’s life, Gavin is really quite delighted with the whole deal. Absolutely horrified, sure, but in that squirmy gleeful kind of way he gets, amused by his own revulsion, calling Ryan disturbing and lovely in the same breath.

Jeremy, who knows he definitely hasn’t been with them long enough to warrant a heart of his own (thank god?) watches it all play out with a bizarre mixture of amusement, horror and the tiniest pang of longing that comes along with feeling left out. At least until Ryan appears before him, as silent and terrifying as always, and thrusts a black plastic bag into his hands before ghosting away. The moment of shocked dread (whereupon Jeremy instantly realises that yeah nope warm-fuzzies of being included aside he did not need a human heart in his life actually thanks) is instantly washed away by helpless laughter when he opens the bag and catches sight of the anatomically-correct toy heart smiling cheerfully back at him. 

so i’ve read a LOT of matsuhana recently in preparation for this, but @youkaihime asked for matsuhana fic recs! 

here is my first list list of good mastuhanas, as this is my second.

(in order of when i read them… mostly)

Wet Your Whistle by darkmagicalgirl

Hanamaki gets a job as a bartender. Matsukawa likes his uniform. (Alternatively: Matsukawa tries to ignore his huge crush on his friend-with-benefits. He fails.)

the whole friends with benefits thing.. you know how this goes *wiggles eyebrows* plus makki’s vulnerability just fuck me up

stranger things by laubear/ @pizzawitch

In 2012, the men’s national volleyball team took home the bronze at the Asian Cup. Tokyo Skytree opened to the public. Also, the dashing Hanamaki Takahiro and painfully cool Matsukawa Issei started a radio show out of Aoba Johsai’s abandoned A/V room and accidentally became the two most popular guys in school.

they got a radio show and its cool as Heck. that mutual pining tho. this fic feeds my soul, and it’s got that feeling of nostalgia hanging over it

yeah, this is Long

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! Hope you're having a good day :) I know I already requested this in the haikyuu!! blog, but I'd really like to see it with Akashi and Kise. It's the "their best friend just played the first official match against another school and the friend is upset because didn't the best they can and the boys comfort and cheer the friend up" scenario :3

Okay, so I owe you an explanation, bc I’ve been absent for a long time. I’m really sorry, I just wanted to focus on my school, kind of neglected my health bc of it - I still love writing and working on this blog - just didn’t have a time. Don’t give up on me, I beg of you. I need you support like I’ve never had before.
I hope you will like it and continue to read my stories.


Akashi Seijuro

“You were amazing out there, I’m very proud of you.” Akashi sent you a small smile, massaging your knuckles as a sign of silent support.

“Thanks.’’ The response was quick enough to signalise that something was definitely wrong and the fake smile decorating your face only confirmed it. Today was your first, official match and even though your team has won, satisfaction was not the feeling radiating from your body right in that moment.

Seijuro placed on your left -  could definitely sense your unhappy mood, however, decided not to push the topic and let you calm down for now. Although, his hand quickly left yours just to find a place, wrapped tightly around your waist. Thanks to his move, you visibly relaxed and put your head in the crook of his neck. The whole frustration was slowly getting rid of after you inhaled sharply, trying to slow down your heartbeat. The stress was definitely not good for your health at all. You just knew it deep inside that you weren’t enough today. You could’ve done so much better for your teammates.

Disappointment filled your sore limbs, heavy chest, and worried mind - hurting everything on its way and filling the corner of your eyes with crystal tears. The mental pain along with the tiredness of previous events left you shaken and reminded how fucked up you really were.

Akashi thought that you will get better in time, but you internal argument was clearly going in a very bad direction. He cleared his throat to focus your attention on him and you looked up immediately, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. His hands relocated again, tracing fingers up and down your plump, rosy cheeks and then pushing your head a little higher so you could get a better look of his serious expression.

’‘I know what you are thinking right now.” You opened your mouth, ready to splutter explanation on your part, but he put his thumbs on your lips, silencing you. “Don’t interrupt me, never.” His voice was cold, but the gentle smile on your face reassured you. “I won’t compliment you-” He continued. “-or sweet talk, I just want to give you a praise for all the hard work you went through and for your courage. Before you start thinking of yourself in an unpleasant way, remember me and your own team appreciate you and are thankful for your determination. You deserved to win and you did your absolute best today.  Everyone admires you and it would be rather rude if you just ignored their words and congratulations, because you simply can’t see how amazing you are.”

“I–” You sobbed, wiping hot tears from underneath your eyes before they could hit the floor and shot Seijuro a toothy grin. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”

Originally posted by zechs


Kise Ryouta

“Hey s\o-cchi!” Kise called your name loudly, causing some of the unfamiliar faces to frown at his behaviour, but you only pushed past the crowd including him, ignoring the hurt expression he immediately wore.

And before he could even run to you and stark asking questions, you opened the door to girls’ changing room and closed it aggressively, disappearing.

Kise, on the other hand, watched your vanishing figure with a stunned face, wondering what made your mood so sour. The game was pretty great, you played amazingly good, even though it was your first official match - so he was left clueless about the whole situation.

Maybe you were just tired? Or someone bothered you? If someone really did, he would definitely fight them. Or ask Aominecchi to do so.
Either way, he needed to wait to know the answer and he was ready to do it.

However, after five minutes, twenty minutes and then one hour - he lost his already ripped into pieces patience. With a puffed chest, he burst through the changing room’s door and looked around just to spot you sitting on one of the wooden benches next to showers, with a lowered head - breathing rapidly as heavy sobs rocked your body. Without much thinking he approached you, standing in front of your, now tiny form, in two steps.

“S/o-cchi, what’s wrong?”

“Go away!” You screamed not caring about your surroundings, he only pursed his lips, kneeling next to you - fist clenched nervously.

“Please, whatever happened - let me help.”

You took another deep breath, more steady that time, probably considering whether to tell him or not. Finally, voting against the latter, you prepared yourself to confess. “I just - feel so lost! And I know it sounds stupid, but I felt exactly the same out there, on court around all those people! I didn’t do my best, I’m totally worthless. Why am I even on this team?” You cried, spluttering last sentences as if they were on fire, and lastly throwing yourself at Kise, sobbing quietly into his arm.

He needed a solid minute to comprehend what has just occurred and find the perfect solution for this. “But that’s not true! You were wonderful out there! Everyone loved your performance, thanks to you, your team has won!”

“Stop lying! I was terrible and I—”

“Hey, stop! You were and are cool, okay? Believe in yourself a little more and everything will be just fine. And if you can’t do it, let me believe in you twice as much.” He finished and ruffled your hair playfully, making you chuckle for the first time that day. “Ice cream?”

“If you are willing to pay, Ryouta.”

“Sure, sure.”

Originally posted by kugurii

anonymous asked:

I've never seen this discussed, but I was thinking about how the Winter Soldier is a legend and a ghost, always concealed. Yet they sent him after the Starks unmasked. I guess they knew Howard would recognize him and they wanted that, but it still seems a weird thing to do. With Steve it's obvious, they knew it gave WS the advantage because Cap didn't want to kill him, but the Starks hardly seemed a threat. Sure it was psychological, but what was the point if they die fast? Got meta?

Okay, so, I really need to organize my meta. Because I swear I’ve read at least one meta post that talks about the mask and the inconsistency of its use throughout the movies. But I have almost forty pages of meta on my blog and I can’t seem to find it. I may not have reblogged it, in which case I fear it’s lost to the depths of Tumblr. (Can anyone help with this?)

For lack of resources to point you to, anon, let me ramble a bit and see if anything comes out of it.

From a storytelling standpoint, the mask is primarily for us, the viewers, so that we can have a dramatic identity reveal in Winter Soldier.

Or, really, I should say the mask is primarily for Steve because I think pretty much everyone in the audience knew the Winter Soldier was Bucky all along. Losing the mask simply confirmed it. However, the audience wants to see Steve have the revelation for himself, the moment of recognition. (And to this day that moment remains one of my favorite scenes in the entirety of the MCU. It was beautifully staged, and perfectly acted. Chris Evans emoted so much fear/hope/disbelief in one whispered, “Bucky?” and then Sebastian Stan contrasted that painfully with his flat reply, “Who the hell is Bucky?” I could go on about that exchange for ages.)

After that, the mask isn’t really needed. It served its purpose for the dramatic reveal and the story kind of… forgets it. 

Wouldn’t it have been great to have Steve in Civil War realize, “Oh! That guy who bombed the UN? He isn’t wearing a mask and Bucky definitely knew to wear a mask to hide his identity when he was dismantling governments and destroying world order, so that’s probably not him.” 

Give your old pal some credit, Steve. Sheesh. He was a professional sniper and knew how to be sneaky even before Hydra caught him. There’s a reason you haven’t been able to find him for the last two years. 

But I digress. 

Ostensibly the reason Bucky doesn’t have the mask for Civil War is again for the sake of storytelling. We need Howard to recognize him and say his name and for the Winter Soldier to look straight into the security feed so there’s no doubt whatsoever that James Buchanan Barnes, Steve Rogers’ best friend, killed Tony’s parents. That makes it possible for Tony to react immediately, without having to pause to question whether or not it’s actually Bucky (it thus prevents Tony from thinking things through and reacting with a clearer head). It serves the heat of the storytelling more than it serves a common sense, fully developed backstory for the use of the mask. 

I mean, we could say that Howard’s death is the inciting incident that makes the mask necessary. The Winter Soldier was both recognized and caught on camera on the night of December 16, 1991. It was apparently a big enough deal that detailed Hydra records led Zemo to seek out that specific tape, sight unseen, knowing without a doubt the rift it would cause between Steve and Tony. 

I wonder how much trouble the Winter Soldier’s handlers had to go through to get that security tape into their hands? (Because please imagine them freaking out about Peggy Carter finding out Bucky was still alive and a brainwashed captive of Hydra. She may have been getting on in years, but I have no doubt Hydra operatives were still actively terrified of her. She was there when Steve vowed revenge for Bucky. Steve died to avenge Bucky. There’s no way she wouldn’t take it personally if she found out Bucky was still alive. Same goes for the rest of the Howling Commandos.)

That being said, it seems kind of silly for Hydra to make that realization so late into the game. Even petty thieves know well enough to obscure their identities. 

So, we could say Howard’s death is the inciting incident, but it doesn’t make much sense if it was. Because that leaves about forty-odd years where the Winter Soldier was operating without a mask. And the chance he’d be recognized by former friends and family was a lot higher earlier on in his “career.”

At one point in the past—there’s no way to know if it was before or after Howard’s death—the Winter Soldier was photographed with his mask on. In Winter Solider, computer-incarnated Zola shuffles through a series of historical images, including this one. 

It’s hard to tell for sure, but the Winter Soldier seems to be wearing the mask here. Of course, the irony is that the arm and the star make him 100% identifiable. The difference being the arm identifies him as a weapon and an agent of Hydra, not as a person with a name and a history of his own. It doesn’t particularly matter if anyone sees the arm and, in fact, adds to the chilling mythos of the ghost story. Regular men don’t have metal arms. Monsters without faces have metal arms.

The mask obscures Bucky’s identity and it dehumanizes him. (It’s also an inverse of Captain America’s helmet, which I think is simply brilliant costuming.) Not only does it serve a practical purpose in keeping anyone from knowing who he is, it furthers Hydra’s subtle fear tactics by making the arm the Winter Solider’s identifying mark. Hydra had every reason to want to use the mask from the very beginning. 

If we try to make sense of the use of the mask in the context of the marvel universe, without breaking the fourth wall, and setting aside its presence (or lack thereof) as an obvious function of targeted storytelling goals, I think we’re only left with two options: Either Hydra deliberately sent the Winter Soldier after the Starks without a mask, or Bucky took the mask off himself. 

Bucky’s not really giving us any clues here, so…

Reasons Hydra might want to unmask the Winter Soldier, knowing he’d be recognized: 1.) To throw Howard off, just in case he was armed. The man built weapons for a living. It’s not unreasonable to assume he might be armed with something that could kill a super soldier. But if that super soldier was a former friend and ally? He might be less likely to defend himself and less likely to attack, thus giving the Winter Soldier room to maneuver. 2.) Sheer pettiness. Wanting to gloat. Letting Howard know with his dying breath that Hydra was still alive and well and that his obsessive work on duplicating the super soldier serum wasn’t going to create another Captain America, but something much worse. 

Reasons Bucky might have taken the mask off: Depending on how long he was out of cryo, his memories could have been coming back. Some part of him could have remembered the name of his target and he might have wanted to be identified—either to be saved or punished. But the programming was still enough in control that he couldn’t stop himself from completing the mission. 

Those are my best guesses, at least. I doubt Marvel’s creative team has given it much thought (though I would be delighted to be proven wrong in subsequent films). Does anyone out there remember any other meta posts about Bucky’s mask? Or have anything more to contribute for this anon? Please reply or reblog with your own thoughts/theories/headcanons! :)

Drunk On You


Reader​ ​X​ ​Sam​ ​Winchester

Request:​ ​​Can​ ​you​ ​write​ ​a​ ​Sam​ ​x​ ​Reader​ ​imagine​ ​where​ ​he​ ​realizes​ ​he​ ​loves​ ​the​ ​reader​ ​after​ ​Dean and​ ​Reader​ ​spend​ ​a​ ​night​ ​at​ ​a​ ​bar​ ​without​ ​him?​ ​:) 

Requested​ ​by:​ ​loveseries

Warnings:​ ​Brief​ ​mentions​ ​of​ ​alcohol 

Word​ ​count:975

 A/N:​ ​Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​the​ ​request​ ​and​ ​I​ ​hope​ ​you​ ​enjoy​ ​this​ ​<3  

You​ ​attempted​ ​to​ ​stifle​ ​your​ ​laughter​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​struggled​ ​to​ ​open​ ​the​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​motel​ ​room.​ ​In his​ ​defense​ ​he​ ​had​ ​had​ ​more​ ​than​ ​a​ ​few​ ​drinks​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​and​ ​you,​ ​equally​ ​as​ ​tipsy,​ ​hadn't​ ​been able​ ​to​ ​open​ ​it​ ​either,​ ​despite​ ​making​ ​several​ ​attempts.​ ​

Sam​ ​was​ ​usually​ ​the​ ​voice​ ​of​ ​reason, keeping​ ​watch​ ​to​ ​ensure​ ​that​ ​you​ ​and​ ​his​ ​brother​ ​refrained​ ​from​ ​drinking​ ​yourselves​ ​into oblivion,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​had​ ​made​ ​the​ ​decision​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​behind.​ ​He'd​ ​rolled​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​his​ ​brother​ ​when he​ ​had​ ​suggested​ ​finding​ ​someone​ ​to​ ​blow​ ​a​ ​little​ ​steam​ ​off​ ​with​ ​so​ ​he​ ​could​ ​“get​ ​the​ ​stick​ ​outta his​ ​ass”.​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​merely​ ​smirked​ ​before​ ​shrugging​ ​and​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​the​ ​door​ ​while​ ​you​ ​had stopped​ ​just​ ​long​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​make​ ​Sam​ ​promise​ ​you​ ​that​ ​he​ ​would​ ​take​ ​a​ ​break​ ​for​ ​once.​ ​Then you​ ​had​ ​pulled​ ​him​ ​in​ ​for​ ​a​ ​brief​ ​hug,​ ​running​ ​out​ ​the​ ​door​ ​when​ ​Dean​ ​threatened​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​you behind,​ ​missing​ ​the​ ​faint​ ​blush​ ​and​ ​soft​ ​smile​ ​that​ ​had​ ​spread​ ​across​ ​Sam’s​ ​cheeks.  

You​ ​watched​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​dropped​ ​the​ ​keys​ ​for​ ​what​ ​must​ ​have​ ​been​ ​the​ ​fifth​ ​time,​ ​snorting​ ​as​ ​he got​ ​down​ ​on​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​and​ ​knees,​ ​muttering​ ​various​ ​swears​ ​to​ ​himself.​ ​Luckily​ ​for​ ​the​ ​both​ ​of you,​ ​Sam​ ​had​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​on​ ​your​ ​presence​ ​and​ ​he​ ​swung​ ​the​ ​door​ ​open,​ ​eyebrows​ ​raising​ ​in surprise​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​Dean​ ​scrambling​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​up​ ​in​ ​order​ ​to​ ​preserve​ ​some​ ​of​ ​his​ ​dignity.​ ​You hid​ ​a​ ​smirk​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​awkwardly​ ​cleared​ ​his​ ​throat,​ ​nodding​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Sam before​ ​marching​ ​into​ ​the​ ​hotel​ ​room.​ ​Sam​ ​shook​ ​his​ ​head​ ​as​ ​he​ ​passed​ ​him​ ​by,​ ​all​ ​too​ ​familiar with​ ​his​ ​brother's​ ​antics.​

 ​Trailing​ ​after​ ​the​ ​inebriated​ ​hunter,​ ​you​ ​sat​ ​down​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch, resigning​ ​yourself​ ​to​ ​a​ ​long​ ​wait​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​already​ ​claimed​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​where​ ​he​ ​would likely​ ​hog​ ​the​ ​shower​ ​for​ ​the​ ​next​ ​hour.​ ​Sam,​ ​having​ ​shut​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​joined​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch​ ​and you​ ​promptly​ ​slumped​ ​over​ ​to​ ​rest​ ​your​ ​head​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulder.​ ​He​ ​stiffened,​ ​peering​ ​down​ ​at​ ​you to​ ​gauge​ ​your​ ​reaction.​ ​You​ ​were​ ​humming​ ​contentedly,​ ​idly​ ​playing​ ​with​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​your​ ​shirt. Seeing​ ​that​ ​you​ ​weren't​ ​at​ ​all​ ​bothered​ ​by​ ​the​ ​physical​ ​contact,​ ​Sam​ ​allowed​ ​himself​ ​to​ ​relax.  

 “Missed​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​y’know”,​ ​you​ ​broke​ ​the​ ​silence,​ ​twisting​ ​your​ ​head​ ​around​ ​to​ ​look​ ​at​ ​him. “Dean​ ​kept​ ​ditching​ ​me​ ​to​ ​hit​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​tender.”  

Sam​ ​gave​ ​you​ ​a​ ​wry​ ​smile,”yeah​ ​Dean​ ​tends​ ​to​ ​do​ ​that.​ ​Sorry​ ​for​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to”, he​ ​paused,​ ​turning​ ​his​ ​face​ ​away​ ​from​ ​you,”had​ ​to​ ​think​ ​about​ ​some​ ​stuff.”  

You​ ​burrowed​ ​further​ ​into​ ​his​ ​side,​ ​fighting​ ​back​ ​the​ ​urge​ ​to​ ​yawn.​ ​“What​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​stuff​ ​Sammy?”  

He​ ​didn't​ ​bother​ ​correcting​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​nickname​ ​(though​ ​if​ ​he​ ​was​ ​being​ ​honest​ ​he​ ​didn't​ ​mind​ ​it when​ ​you​ ​called​ ​him​ ​Sammy).​ ​Instead​ ​he​ ​tentatively​ ​wrapped​ ​an​ ​arm​ ​around​ ​your​ ​shoulders. When​ ​your​ ​only​ ​response​ ​was​ ​to​ ​shift​ ​into​ ​a​ ​more​ ​comfortable​ ​position,​ ​a​ ​warm​ ​feeling​ ​rose​ ​up in​ ​him.​ ​Swallowing,​ ​he​ ​answered​ ​you,”I​ ​was​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​this​ ​person​ ​that​ ​I…that​ ​I​ ​like.”  

Eyes​ ​fluttering​ ​shut,​ ​you​ ​mumbled,”tell​ ​me​ ​about​ ​them.” 

 “Well,​ ​they're​ ​amazing,​ ​really.​ ​Smart,​ ​funny,​ ​kind,​ ​attractive.​ ​A​ ​fighter,​ ​who​ ​doesn't​ ​put​ ​up​ ​with anyone's​ ​BS,​ ​including​ ​mine”,​ ​he​ ​chuckled.​ ​“They've​ ​seen​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​terrible​ ​things,​ ​which​ ​is​ ​a given​ ​with​ ​the​ ​hunter​ ​lifestyle,​ ​but​ ​they've​ ​never​ ​let​ ​it​ ​get​ ​them​ ​down​ ​for​ ​very​ ​long.​ ​They're​ ​so much​ ​stronger​ ​than​ ​they​ ​give​ ​themself​ ​credit​ ​for,​ ​and​ ​I'm​ ​so​ ​incredibly​ ​lucky​ ​to​ ​not​ ​just​ ​know them​ ​but​ ​to​ ​be​ ​close​ ​to​ ​them​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​If​ ​I'm​ ​being​ ​honest,​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​like​ ​them.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​them.”  

Sam​ ​nervously​ ​ran​ ​his​ ​free​ ​hand​ ​through​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​pushing​ ​the​ ​loose​ ​strands​ ​out​ ​of​ ​his​ ​face. Clearing​ ​his​ ​throat,​ ​he​ ​spoke​ ​up​ ​again,”It​ ​didn't​ ​really​ ​hit​ ​me​ ​that​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​them​ ​until​ ​today actually.​ ​That​ ​comment​ ​Dean​ ​made​ ​got​ ​me​ ​thinking,​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​‘blow​ ​off​ ​steam’​ ​with​ ​some random​ ​stranger​ ​I​ ​met​ ​at​ ​a​ ​bar.​ ​There's​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​I​ ​want,​ ​and​ ​not​ ​just​ ​for​ ​a​ ​one​ ​night stand​ ​either,​ ​I​ ​want​ ​a​ ​​life​ ​​with​ ​them​ ​and​ ​that's​ ​not​ ​something​ ​I​ ​ever​ ​really​ ​thought​ ​I​ ​could​ ​have but​ ​when​ ​I'm​ ​with​ ​them​ ​I​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​shot​ ​at​ ​being​ ​happy.​ ​​They​​ ​make​ ​me​ ​happy.​ ​​You​​ ​make me​ ​happy.  

Looking​ ​away​ ​from​ ​you​ ​Sam​ ​whispered,”​ ​I​ ​love​ ​you,​ ​Y/N.”  

His​ ​entire​ ​body​ ​was​ ​still,​ ​every​ ​muscle​ ​coiled​ ​tight​ ​in​ ​anticipation​ ​of​ ​your​ ​reaction.​ ​All​ ​was​ ​quiet, except​ ​for​ ​the​ ​steady​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​rushing​ ​water​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​the​ ​bathroom​ ​and​ ​each​ ​passing second​ ​only​ ​increased​ ​Sam’s​ ​doubts​ ​that​ ​you​ ​would​ ​return​ ​his​ ​feelings.​ ​Finally​ ​he​ ​dared​ ​to​ ​look at​ ​your​ ​face,​ ​wary​ ​of​ ​what​ ​expression​ ​he​ ​might​ ​find​ ​there.  You​ ​were​ ​​asleep.​​ ​Sam​ ​laughed,​ ​leaning​ ​his​ ​head​ ​back​ ​and​ ​placing​ ​his​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face​ ​as​ ​he fought​ ​to​ ​silence​ ​himself​ ​so​ ​as​ ​not​ ​to​ ​wake​ ​you​ ​up.​ ​Body​ ​still​ ​shaking​ ​with​ ​silent​ ​mirth,​ ​he adjusted​ ​his​ ​position​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch.​ ​He​ ​figured​ ​that​ ​he​ ​might​ ​as​ ​well​ ​get​ ​some​ ​rest.​ ​After​ ​all,​ ​he wouldn't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​half​ ​asleep​ ​when​ ​he​ ​confessed​ ​to​ ​you​ ​in​ ​the​ ​morning​ ​when​ ​you​ ​were actually​ ​awake​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​it.​ ​Still​ ​smiling,​ ​he​ ​fell​ ​asleep,​ ​cheek​ ​resting​ ​on​ ​your​ ​head.

Having​ ​sobered​ ​up​ ​somewhat​ ​during​ ​his​ ​shower,​ ​Dean​ ​exited​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​stretching​ ​out​ ​as he​ ​shuffled​ ​towards​ ​his​ ​bed.​ ​He​ ​froze,​ ​rubbing​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​as​ ​if​ ​he​ ​couldn't​ ​quite​ ​believe​ ​what​ ​he was​ ​seeing.​ ​When​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Sam​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​with​ ​each​ ​other​ ​didn't​ ​disappear,​ ​he grinned.​ ​“It's​ ​about​ ​damn​ ​time.”​ ​

Satisfied​ ​by​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​his​ ​little​ ​brother​ ​had​ ​finally​ ​made​ ​a move,​ ​he​ ​crawled​ ​into​ ​bed.​ ​He'd​ ​leave​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​alone​ ​for​ ​now,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​was​ ​​never​​ ​gonna​ ​let Sam​ ​hear​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​it. 

Sleepover - Lams fic

Hiya! My writing skills have gone rusty a bit after all this time, but I managed to write this little fluffy lams fic, hope you’ll like it! :3
Jesus, lams fics will seriously never get old XD
That’s also for the Pride month, cause I really wanted to write something on this occasion ^.^
Bit of tagging my wonderful regular readers: @and-his-name-will-be-40-and-2 and @redheadedinsane

John had never been on a sleepover at Alexander’s without any other friend. Not that it’s some kind of a big deal, he thought sarcastically, but then stopped and shook his head. No, in contrary. It was a huge deal. He was going to spend a whole night with Alex alone.
He took a deep breath. It’s going to be okay, he tried to calm down his fast-paced heartbeat. Alex was not going to find out what John felt for him. It was wrong, as his father always said. He needed to snap out of this weird phase and come back to reality.
Logical thoughts, however, did not change his feelings.

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