is something i have said many times in my life

This is for @uncannycookie since I asked if they wanted anything and they requested something about Mob going with Teruki to get his ears pierced, so here it is!

But then I also found I wanted to do the entire scene and I didn’t have time to draw it all so… I wrote fanfiction for the first time in my entire life. Writing is very much not my forte so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes. I just thought it was a cute fluffy scene. Ummm, I hope you like it! *screaming over writing*


“You didn’t have to come you know,” Teruki said as he opened the door, a bell gently chiming above them. “It’s going to be fairly quick to get done.” He held the door open for Mob before shutting it behind them, leaving behind a crisp Autumn day and becoming encased in the warm, dark interior of the shop.

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things that hurt from season 3 even more now:

how even said “the lead dies in every epic love story.” in 2:10

that look even has on his face of fear and uncertainty whilst he’s sat on the windowsill in 2:10.

the aluminium leg theory in 3:10.

“did you think i had died?” in 4:10.

“it’s you and your thoughts, you can’t escape your thoughts. the only way to do so is to die.” in 5:10.

“i don’t sleep because sleep is the cousin to death.” in 5:10.

even, despite his fear of parallel universes bc of how unobtainable happiness has been to him in this universe, sketching isak in them bc isak believes in them.

the entire changing room scene in 5:10.

even hopelessly watching isak cross the schoolyard in 6:10.

even’s look on his face when he bumps into isak in the canteen bc he hurt isak in 6:10.

even at isak’s doorstep, hoping and hoping and hoping, despite his fear, in 7:10.

“she can’t think what i think, or feel, for that matter.” […] “i’ve never felt anything quite like this, ever.” in 8:10.

“am i the man of your life? are you talking to me? …. say it again.” in 8:10.

“who’s mikael?” “the previous man of my life.” in 8:10.

“i’ll save you right back.” in 8:10.

even whispering (after asking how many isaks and evens are lying here in bed like this, and isak saying infinite) “in infinite time?” with so much hope but exasperation in his voice, as though if he said it any louder than a whisper, the universe wouldn’t allow for it to happen, in 8:10.

“the only way to have something for infinity is by losing it forever.” “don’t say that.” “i’m kidding.” in 8:10.

isak texting even to stop texting him, and even doing exactly that, in 9:10.

even not answering isak’s call when isak tried to ring him in 9:10.

o helga natt. just …. o helga natt, in 9:10.

“because its true. i’ll just hurt you, and then you’ll hate me.” in 10:10.

“i saw you the first day of school.” in 10:10.

“that was nice. you’re so nice.” in 10:10.

Creators Misunderstanding Their Fan Base: Undertale

I love Undertale, so do many others. However, I love Undertale because of the fan base. I have met so many kind and determined individuals that I wouldn’t have met otherwise if not for Undertale. Many of these people are artists, and it’s nice to see the same characters drawn in so many different styles. Even better is when there is a story written about Undertale, a what if this happened instead of this? Great examples of this are Dreamtale, by @jokublog (currently not theirs more about that later), Glitchverse, by @camilaart, and Xtale/Underverse, by Jackei/@xtaleunderverse. There are many more alternate stories/universes I would love to share but I really want to focus on these two right now. As you may or may not know, both these creators make animations/comics based off their story lines, and they are incredible. The amount of effort that goes into each and every frame of animation is jaw dropping to say the least. The story is also pretty great compared to most, especially Glitchtale’s constant subversion of every expectation and Underverse’s imaginative plot and character portrayal are no small feat either. It’s immediately clear that a lot of effort goes into their work to make it as great as possible and create their animations fairly quickly. However, I’m not here to simply sing their praises because the title isn’t “Amazing Undertale Universes You Have To See To Believe” no, this is “Creators Misunderstanding Their Fan Base: Undertale” 

 Recently a story came out about Joku threatening to use her fan base against another person who was just giving feedback on a shirt that they made. This led to them deleting their blog and now it’s being held by a nice individual so that Joku can have the name back if she wants. Joku makes sure people know that she is getting lots of hate over this misbehavior of hers. She’s making it seem like her fan base is full of haters that demand comics every week and don’t care about the person behind the project at all. Her “fans” led her to deleting her blog that she had used for a while now, over one small incident. That’s. Not. True. Joku’s fans are passionate, without a doubt, but they have huge amounts of respect for the amount of work that goes into this complex narrative that Joku is almost always working on. Joku, you’re fans are there, making fan art, liking your posts, and sending positive words your way, but you don’t care about that, do you? You just want to show everyone that you can overcome the haters by yourself, but you can’t, nobody can on their own. You say you ignore the haters, but dealing with what I’ve heard people say about you in silence, isn’t a great idea. If you open up more to your audience, show your real fans that you still care about them, I have no doubt that there will be a shift in the types of people who view your content. I along with many others didn’t hate you for what you did, was it a bit uncalled for? Yea, a little bit, but that one incident with someone WHO’S ALREADY FORGIVEN AND APOLOGIZED FOR MAKING IT PUBLIC, shouldn’t have led to you deleting your blog. The blog is being held for you, your choices are to reset back to zero and build your blog all over again, or quit and leave everyone.

 Jackei, the creator of Xtale and Underverse, is passionate about her work. Her amazing narrative and intense animations make it a joy to experience through and through, but she has her flaws as well. One day you’ll get a hilarious shitpost from Jackei about how she got braces, the next a comic about how she is having to stand against her fans barrage of negativity. I’m saying it right now that there is a difference in HATING and CRITICIZING and it’s easy to tell which is which. Hate usually is opinionated, relying on the same feeling from others to help boost their opinion into more of a fact. Fans that criticize a work however often point out actual problems with the product they were presented with. Maybe the animation was a bit low quality in some places, or maybe the dialog didn’t add anything to the situation, but whatever it is its a real problem that they just shed light on for you. Those fans care, unlike the haters you insist are your fans. Many people really love your intense devotion to your work, making comics often along with incredible animations that have breathtaking moments a plenty, but it sucks when someone you hugely respect talks down to you. You make it clear that whenever you get hate you try to deal with it in silence, and for the most part if you are a strong enough person that works out really well for you. Not only does it improve your image as a creator but it makes fans think much much more of you as a person. However, you show us that side of you way too much, and its clear you want to be that person you portray yourself as. You’ve gotten much better about showing us that you can withstand the hate sent your way, and your shitposts/memes are always a joy to behold, but why not show off the better side of your fan base, the people who really care about you and your work. It’d make a difference in how you view your fans. Just remember Jackei, haters shout loud because they want others to hear them, but when a fan comments, they don’t even expect an answer from anyone.

 Camila is an incredible artist as well, creating a 20 minute animation in less than 4 months is unreal. On top of that the animations feature a standard of quality not usually seen in animations made in the same amount of time. However, Camila is known to harp on people for asking when the latest episode is going to come out. Her response is usually a meme or her telling them to chill and just wait. Camila has the opposite issue that Jackei does, she will show all the asks about when the episode is coming out, making it seem like that’s all her fan base cares about. That and her talking down to her fans often, sometimes calling them stupid for not understanding a small detail in the animation. She’s who Jackei strives to be, impervious to all hate sent her way. To be honest, it’s not the best way to act towards your fans, sometimes people honestly just want to know because they are hyped for the next episode. Especially with the amount of information Camila will spoil about the episode, when in reality it’s mostly misdirection to make hers fans come to one conclusion before the episode even starts, just so she can subvert everyone’s expectations in the end. It’s incredible how many times I knew what would happen just because I followed Camila’s tumblr, @camilaart. Camila, I desperately wanted to donate $50 to you on patreon after you lost part of your house because I desired to talk to the biggest inspiration in my life at the time. To be honest I still want to, but I’m only 15 and I have no income for which to donate to either of you, sorry /;-;/. Camila, your awe inspiring, I just wish you would act more mature and be more loyal to people. After what happened to Jackei you threw her under the bus, reblogging what she said just to garner it more exposure. It’s shocking how many people you turn on after someone comes out with something bad about that person, like Jackei and Ultima almighty. You’re getting much better though about pointing out positive things, like animators and artists who have almost no exposure on youtube, is pretty amazing. It’d be amazing though, if you could use the positives to detract haters instead of memes. You’re a role model for some people whether you want to believe it or not, and sometimes people take anything that role models say as undeniable fact. Your on the right path, please don’t reset again. 

(Everything I said are just my thoughts on these two amazing animators, I just really want to get these out their so that maybe they will both see this post and reflect on themselves as creators. I plan to do more of these but I don’t what topics/people to do yet. And guys, don’t hate these artists just for me pointing out a few things wrong with them, that’s the complete opposite of what I’m trying to say. If you don’t like them, then just ignore them, it’s as simple as that. Thanks for reading this, it truly means a lot to me.) 

((OMG!!! THANK YOU GUYS I MADE A HUGE MISTAKE. I INTENDED TO MAKE IT 3 SECTIONS AND ACCIDENTALLY MADE TWO THE FIRST TIME COMBINING JACKEI AND JOKU I AM SO SORRY!!! THANK YOU FOR POINTING THIS OUT TO ME!))

“This one is coffee-flavoured milk,” the waiter said, presenting the little bottle in one hand. The white label read in a light brown font: COFFEE.

“Isn’t that just coffee with milk?” I asked.

“No, no, it’s coffee-flavoured milk,” the waiter shook his head and smiled. “There’s many more flavours, if you would like to have a look. We haven’t prepared a menu yet, so you’ll have to have a look yourself.”

It was a new place. I’d spotted it while on one of my midnight walks. There used to be a hardware shop here, but then it got shut down for a few months, and this restaurant popped up in its place. “A Dairy Situation”, the sign outside said, along with a cheap graphic of a Holstein Friesian cow.

I stepped towards the refrigerator and squatted to get a good look. The waiter was right, there was quite the variety. You had the usual varieties: cocoa, strawberry, mango, orange, vanilla, pistachio, cardamom, saffron and even some strange ones like chilli, chicken, beef, wasabi, and so on.

“You make these here?” I asked.

“Right there in the back, ma'am,” the waiter nodded, and pulled out a passionfruit flavour bottle. “This is the newest one,” he said.

“I’ll have it,” I took the bottle from his hands and put it to my lips. Before I could down it, the waiter said—almost yelled—at me to stop. I asked him what’s wrong.

“There is something very important you need to know,” he nodded, “As soon as you drink it, you will return to when you were a baby. Your life, as you have lived it until now, will disappear, never to return. You will be a baby again, but the circumstances of your life will change in minute ways, culminating in a butterfly effect.”

I looked at the bottle in my hands and at the waiter.

“I’ve been here before,” I said.

“Several times,” he said, and then waved at the refrigerator. “These many times, to be exact.”

“And I’ve tried a new flavour each time?” I asked.

“Without fail.”

I contemplated the flavoured milk. “And every single time, I’ve ended up here,” I said.

“Oh, we have branches in many cities,” the waiter smiled again, but it wasn’t the same humble smile as before. Now it was a knowing smile.

I nodded. Then I flung the bottle against the glass door. The glass of the bottle shattered, and the pale yellow milk splattered across the door. I opened the refrigerator and started chucking each of the bottles at the door. The waiter watched without expression as the door was covered in different flavours of milk.

At the end, there was one flavour left. It was plain milk, without a label. Just white.

“That one’s not ready, ma'am,” the waiter said.

I opened the bottle and chugged it down. Once the bottle was empty, I slammed it on the table and wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist.

“What was this going to be?” I asked.

The waiter’s mouth opened and closed as he answered my question with a smile. Even as he spoke his words, I felt them slipping away from my mind. My vision faded, and soon, all I could hear was the sound of my own crying, and the warmth of my mother’s breast.

Alessandra Mastronardi photographed by Lauren Margit Jones for Vanity Fair

Your character comes to New York, and she really loves the drugstore Duane Reade, which I thought was so funny. Do you remember your first Duane Reade experience?
I know this sounds stupid, but that was actually something that happened to me. One day I was talking to Aziz, and I said that the first time that I arrived in New York, I went to Duane Reade and I went crazy. I have never seen something like this before in my life. He was so shocked that he put it in the script [laughs]. I feel a little bit embarrassed. Many of the things that happen in the show, they’re real. This is Aziz. He puts all your life into a script.

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So i decided to take the plunge and got a Hazbin hotel tattoo. Now before you go shouting at me that im a idiot. let me explain

You see, for so long i never did art because i was always ashamed of it and would always say “oh i cant even draw a straight line.” After discovering @vivziepop something ignited. Watching her animations and drawings started the fire inside me to do art. It gave me the boost to actually start drawing, And im so happy i did. sure im not the best, nor will i ever be, however, i am still trying and wanting to improve. Vivziepop gave me a passion that i am so thankful for.

Not only did it spark my artistic passion, it allowed me to connect with people i would have never met otherwise. I have made some amazing friends who are the best in the world ( @zpheadcanons , @sharp-tone , @jazzakid , @dankmeemlord@zoophobianexus , @cricketschirp , @seab-the-dog , @terry-skeleton , @alexlememe     and many more)

You may say “well what if you leave the fandom” its not about the fandom itself. its about viv sparking the fire inside me to do art, for allowing me to meet some of the best people i have ever met.

now Know this wasn’t something i decided to get on a whim, i had been planning and deciding this for months on end. I had been debating if it was a good idea or if it was something stupid. In the end, i decided to do it, and i love it.

So yes, this tattoo has personal meaning to me that is very important, and yes i know its a permanent thing. 

After losing my great grandmother, uncle, and finally my dad all in the same year, i will honestly say viv and the people i have gotten the chance to meet and know have saved my life ( yeah i know that term is used all the time, but i genuinely mean it. ive had the pill bottle tipped to my lips many a times.) So something like this is a huge deal for me, and i wanted to show just how thankful i am to @vivziepop , my friends, and all the other wonderful people i have met. 

I know i will still get people saying how im an idiot, or ive ruined my life, and thats fine. i udnerstand.

Now, with that all being said, I hope everyone reading this has a wonderful new year ( or did if you see it afterwards) and lets all hope 2017 is a bit nicer. Razor out.

Once Upon a Time stars in negotiations for potential season 7


A quartet of Once Upon a Time cast members are in negotiations to continue with the ABC fairy-tale drama should the show be renewed for a seventh season.

According to sources, original series stars Jennifer Morrison, Lana Parrilla, and Robert Carlyle, along with Colin O’Donoghue, who joined the show in season 2, are all negotiating to extend their contracts. There’s no word on what that means for fellow originals Ginnifer Goodwin and Josh Dallas, but that doesn’t necessarily mean their returns are off the table. ABC declined to comment.

The news comes as Once Upon a Time‘s future is uncertain. ABC has not yet renewed the show for season 7, though OUAT bosses Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis have previously said they don’t see season 6 as the end.

However, OUAT does seem poised for a big shift. At the Television Critics Association’s press tour in January, ABC Chief Channing Dungey expanded on her earlier comments about the future of Once, explaining that the OUAT bosses are looking at the potential seventh season as a springboard in a new direction, “which doesn’t necessarily mean that we’re not bringing cast back,” she said. “It’s just, how do you kind of hit the reset button in a way that gives you an opportunity to expand the stories that we’re telling?” While Dungey stopped short of revealing whether any actors would exit, she did note, “Whenever there’s change, there’s always a transition.”

For her part, Morrison seemed optimistic about sticking with the show back in January. “I have a really fierce loyalty to the show,” Morrison said. “I am fiercely protective of the character. I feel like so many amazing things have come to my life because of it. It’s really made my life better in so many ways. I don’t have any interest in abandoning something that is such a special part of my life, but I also know I don’t have it in me to do it forever, so it’s more about a life decision, and I don’t even know how to make that life decision until I know what ABC even wants.”

Earlier this week, Once Upon a Time added two new actors — The Walking Deadalum Andrew J. West and Jane the Virgin star Alison Fernandez, who will both appear in the season 6 finale, with the potential for more episodes should the show get renewed. Check out our theory on that here.

Some things that are making sense to me

1) Why Mon-El is so physically expressive/cuddly and was all over Kara as soon as they got together… apparently he’s always been like this even as a child but it was repeatedly rejected. 2) As @winelover1989 pointed out, his ability to repeatedly handle rejection and keep coming back to for more. I think he wanted so desperately to have his mother’s love and affection but constantly was pushed away. Even at the bar with his parents he wanted to believe that they truly loved and cared for him even though his brain was telling himself something different. When it comes to Kara, she’s brutally rejected him over and over again which capitalizes on his worst fears and insecurities. I honestly don’t know many men in real life who would keep coming back and trying to apologize and change the way that he does. I hope we’re done with that particular cycle of story because my heart can’t take much more of it. I’m not saying that he’s not wrong at times or that Kara shouldn’t have boundaries for his behavior towards her- she absolutely should, but she is, as he said, very hard on him, and given his past, it’s particularly painful to watch. 3) His need for security and reassurance, as I discussed extensively in regards to 2.14 and the I want you to wake up with me/stay here with me scene. He wants to know that “there is an us” and he’s desperately afraid of messing up what they have because he thinks he’s unlovable and always at fault. 4) How overwhelmed and happy Mon-El gets when Kara starts valuing him and loving him back and expressing it (not in those three words yet, but she loves him.) His face after “Maybe being Supergirl and having you is enough.” When he realizes she truly does think he’s incredible and recognizes how much he’s changed. When she goes after him because she can’t lose him… and says it wasn’t even an option not to. He knew she liked him but he didn’t know that he was so important to her that she would refuse to live without him and when he finds out that he is he can’t stop staring at her in awe because he’s NEVER HAD THAT. He’s never had a real family that loved him unconditionally and would risk everything to get him back because they love him and not because they want to use and own him. Kara who pleaded and begged with J'onn for his life. J'onn who disobeyed direct orders from the president to go after him and was willing to face the consequences. Winn the IT guy who jumped through a portal that if the coordinates were a tiny bit off he was dead in space to save his buddy. Kara boarding a ship loaded with kryptonite in the middle of space to fight for him- to the death if necessary. His mother underestimated what she and her friends would do because she never loved him that much and she didn’t understand the concept self-sacrifice. And when he says “You came after me,” and she says “Everytime” she is saying not just this time, babe, I will ALWAYS come for you. That’s a vow my friends. It’s commitment. These two are officially mates as far as I’m concerned.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fic where Betty is sick and Jughead takes care of her or vise-versa?

Yes I LOVE this prompt!


Jughead Gets The Flu


“Hey, have you seen Jughead yet today?” Betty asked. She was standing at Archie’s locker, scuffing her shoe gently against the floor, worried.

“Yeah, sorry Betty, he asked me to tell you. He’s still sick. F.P. and my dad are working at a site a few hours away and they’re staying there for the week. Jughead’s sleeping at the trailer park so he doesn’t get me sick.”

“He’s still sick?!” Betty asked, worry crossing her face. “What’s that, like, four days now?”

Archie nodded, placing some notebooks back in his locker.

“Alright, thanks, Arch.” Betty gave him an unconvincing smile, strolling back toward her own locker.

She spun the dial quickly, grabbing her backpack and placed a couple notebooks inside. She had gym next, then study period. She could afford to miss those.

She shut her locker, throwing her backpack over her shoulder, gripping the strap.

She rushed out of school, jogging down the sidewalk, thankful that nobody called out to her to question her.

She walked to Pop’s, ordering a chicken noodle soup and a peppermint tea to go.

Pop filled her order quickly, only one other patron there at such an awkward time in the day.

Next, she stopped at the pharmacy, grabbing tissues, throat lozenges, cough medicine, cold pills (day time and night time, just in case), Echinacea, hand sanitizer and a large bottle of water.

She stuffed the pharmacy bag into her backpack and walked the distance to Jughead’s trailer.

She knocked gently and waited, then knocked again after a few moments had gone by. She heard shuffling inside the trailer, then the door swung open.

“Oh, Bets. It’s you.” A slow smile spread across Jughead’s face. He looked sick, that was for sure. 

His hat was missing, his hair unruly, sticking up in all directions. A few pieces stuck to his forehead.

His eyes were rimmed with hard purple bags, his nose bright pink at the tip. He had a blanket swung across his shoulders. He was smiling goofily at her.

“Come into my humble abode.” He sniffled.

“Thanks, Juggie,” She smiled despite herself.

Jughead sat on the couch, making room for Betty at one end. He extended his legs, stretching but leaving them on the ground. He rested his head against the arm rest.

“I brought you soup.” Betty smiled, placing the soup and the tea on the coffee table in front of them.

“You did!” He exclaimed, trying to sit up. He lost his balance, swaying towards the ground. 

He caught himself as Betty reached out her hand.

“Jughead, oh my God, are you okay?” She placed one hand on his shoulder, the other hand brushed his bangs back and rested on his forehead, checking his temperature. “Jug, you’re burning up.”

Jughead took a deep breath. “I don’t feel good, Bets.”

“Are you going to throw up?” 

Jughead shook his head. “No, it’s not that… just, too hot.”

“Okay, okay.” Betty grabbed the blanket Jughead had around him, tossing it to the floor.  

She knelt on the floor next to him, taking his legs and swinging them onto the couch. “Here, babe, take this off.” Had she just called him babe? Maybe he wouldn’t remember.

Jughead did as she said, gripping the bottom of his tshirt and pulling it off as best he could while laying down. 

Betty touched Jughead’s chest, feeling how hot and clammy it was beneath her hand. “Okay, Jug, they say you need to break fevers with more heat, don’t they? Shit, I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this.”

He didn’t answer, just kept breathing.

Betty grabbed her backpack from the floor and took out her pharmacy bag. She took out all the items, placing the on the coffee table, the grabbed the bottle of water. It was still cold.

“Here, take this.” Betty said, placing the water in his hand. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

She got up, walking to the kitchen. She was looking for paper towel, but she couldn’t see any.

She walked around the trailer, looking for the bathroom. She found it and spotted a facecloth hanging by the sink.

She ran the faucet, making the water as cold as possible, then soaked the facecloth.

She rushed back to where Jughead was lying down, and placed the facecloth against his forehead. While she was gone he must’ve had a couple sips of water, because it was half gone.

He audibly sighed when she placed the cloth against his head. She ran a knuckle softly against his cheek.

“Is that helping, Juggie?” She murmured.

“Yeah. A lot. Thank you.” He whispered. 

Betty placed her hand at the edge of the couch. Jughead must’ve felt the weight there. He quickly slipped his hand in hers, squeezing.

Betty couldn’t help but smile.

“Jug, I also got you some medicine.”

His eyes popped open.

“Thank God,” He murmured, sitting up once more.

His eyes skimmed the coffee table, grabbing for the Buckleys cough medicine. He cracked the lid and put the bottle to his mouth.

Before Betty could stop him, more than half the bottle was gone. He had chugged it.

“Jughead, what are you doing?” 

“I want to feel better.” He shrugged.

“You’re going to be high off that stuff.”

Jughead lied back, resting his head against the arm rest once more. “Guess I shouldn’t tell you that I popped two cold pills before you got here.” He laughed.

“Oh my God, Jug. That’s not good.” 

“I’ll be fine.” Jughead whispered.

Betty sat there, not knowing what to say. She was still kneeling next to the couch, her hand back in Jughead’s.

Jughead was lying on the couch shirtless, the cloth on his head. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. She thought he had fallen asleep, so she pulled the cloth off of Jughead’s forehead and replaced it with her hand, checking his temperature.

“Betty?” Jughead murmured quietly.

“Mm?” She answered, placing the cold pills directly in front of him.

“Thank you.” He said earnestly.

“For what, Jug?” 

“For doing this. Nobody has ever taken care of me when I was sick before.”

Betty had to bite her lip from the tears pricking her eyes. Just the thought of Jughead - how many times do you get sick in your life? - having to battle colds and flu’s by himself was making her emotional. Something so many people don’t think twice about, having someone to take care of them. She had just done what felt natural to her. She wanted to take care of him.

She squeezed his hand. “It’s my pleasure, Juggie. Get some sleep, okay?”

“Betty?”

“Yeah, Juggie?”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

“Sure, Juggie. I won’t leave.”

She saw a smile spread across his face as he turned  onto his side. She released his hand and picked up the soup and tea, placing them in the kitchen.

She put the bottled water, cold pills, lozenges and cough medicine on the coffee table and moved the beer bottles and empty cigarette packs into the kitchen.

After a few minutes, she walked around the trailer, looking for Jughead’s room. There was only one bedroom, she assumed F.P.’s, the bathroom, a small kitchen area and the living room. It dawned on her that F.P. must’ve gotten the trailer after Jellybean and their mom moved away.

She walked back the the couch Jughead was on and saw he was shivering. Jesus, what kind of bug was this? 

She covered his body with the blanket and smoothed back his hair.

He opened his eyes at the touch.

“I don’t deserve you.” He didn’t say it in a sad way, nor a happy way. He was overheated and sick and exhausted. He was just being honest.

“You’d do the same for me, Juggie.” She smiled at him.

“How did I get so lucky?” He murmured, closing his eyes.

“I’m the lucky one, Jug.” She brushed his hair back again, his forehead feeling closer to normal.

“Don’t leave.” Jughead said, gripping her hand.

“I won’t, Juggie.”

“Lay down with me.”

“You might overheat again.” She warned.

“It’ll be worth it.” He said, closing his eyes. 

Betty laughed as she laid down beside him.

The Birds and the Bees- Meihem One-Shot (NSFW)

The question had come from nowhere.

Mei hadn’t been expecting it at all, not while she was laying in bed still panting and sweating, her body only just starting to cool from their third round of the night.

Junkrat had returned from a mission in Egypt, arriving on a ship that had landed earlier that evening after almost four weeks away. The junker had shoved his way past his colleagues, waved Roadhog off as his bodyguard headed for the cafeteria, made a beeline for Mei’s dorms, and had set upon her like a man possessed as soon as she’d barely opened the door. That had been hours ago, and the junker’s libido was finally starting to slow down, allowing Mei to at least catch her breath. She was an absolute mess, her hair damp and sticking out in all directions, her body flushed pink and glistening with perspiration, and the insides of her thighs were still wet and sticky. He had just rolled off her in a similar state of disarray, though disarray was hardly an unusual state for him in the first place. He was grinning as always, laying sprawled on his back next to the dazed woman atop her rumpled snowflake sheets.

There was finally room for something else in his brain, able to think of something other than sex. Well, the thoughts were still sex-related, but he wasn’t really sure where they had come from. He’d taken Mei to bed countless times since their first night together and he’d never really thought of it before. He’d been focused on…other things at the time. Still, the thought he had was intriguing. Really, it was a good question, he decided, so he turned to her and he asked it.

“Oi, Mei.”

“Mm?” She gave a little moan next to him, eyes closed and barely listening.

“Did ya ever want a baby?”

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Lup and Barry took such a big risk becoming liches, and even if everything went perfectly, they were still giving up so much

Suddenly they couldn’t tolerate most major religious symbols. Even Merle humming hymns made them wince. His healing magic had a negative effect on them sometimes. Missions to temples or monasteries were out. At least one time a priest tried to exorcise them. They’d never been big on religious weddings, but suddenly it wasn’t even an option anymore and that stung. You never know how much you like having options until they’re forcibly taken away from you. 

Having kids had always been something they discussed as an “after the Hunger” sort of thing, but lichdom was permanent and irreversible and dangerous and it suddenly felt a little foolhardy to give children parents who were literally incredibly unstable amalgamations of magic and life force, even if they were incredibly well controlled. Still worth pursuing, but a lot more scary. The idea of losing control was terrifying enough with Taako and their friends, trying to factor in literal children was awful. And having biological children, a possibility they’d tossed around as something worth trying with magic, was definitely out until they did some serious research and experimentation. Bodies or not, they were more or less spirits possessing flesh suits now and throwing more spells at that arrangement randomly was probably… not a good idea.

Suddenly all the plans they’d made for their lives after the nightmare of running and dying and living again had to be readjusted. Giving up their souls for a chance at success was probably worth it, but not without its costs. Suddenly they had to think about a whole different future, one of undeath and an eternity in red robes, lichness not being something you could just put on and take off. Barry didn’t mind as much, it meant he’d have more time with Lup than he would otherwise, but Lup worried about what would happen to them after a few centuries. 

“I don’t mind having more time with you,” she said, “We deserve the life that was taken from us, every bit of it. But I don’t want to outlive my brother by too long. Without people we love, who knows what we’ll become?”

“How about this; we’ll live with Taako, as long as elves can. You can in your body, and I’ll just… hang around after mine dies. And then when you both die we can have a plan in place to, um, follow him. We’ll ring up a death god or something. Turn ourselves in.”

“That sounds awful on so many levels, babe.”

“Yeah, kind of. But last week we had to tell Merle how to kill us in case there was some sort of mind control situation and we started to lose ourselves. I think we kind of asked for it when we did the whole ‘crime against magic’ thing.”

“Fair. I won’t apologize though. It needed to happen, and we both look excellent without any skin.”

Fairy Tail Chapter 523 Review

Okay Double chapter this week so come on with FT chapter “Will fate burn”

The cover page is Happy and Carla in a chinese festival. That’s it. Okay so on to the chapter.

Okay so starting from where we left off, Gray is going to use a lost iced shell. I’d like to draw attention to the bottom right panel of Gray during Avatar. He says “I wanted to see it“ which I believe he means the book of END. Either that or it’s implying he learned lost attribute from them.

Okay little sidebar, Gray says lost attribute added will enhance a spells powers than normal. Now we know Lost magic is a thing, it’s classified as magic that’s very rare and almost lost to most knowledge seems standard. But lost Attribute seems to be something different like if you use lost attribute than your spell no matter what will increase. I think lost attribute is basically the user tapping into that primal magic or as Rustrose would say “returning to the abyss of magic” that this is the user returning to that undiluted magic. I know it’s odd but this is an interesting concept.

Okay Gray. I get it. You have had so many sacrifice themselves for you and you’ve had to live with that mourning and this has happened many times to you. But, this is war. There is suppose to be sacrifices made and if you think you guys have suffered all that much than your kinda wrong you just lost Makarov. Which is troubling but it was one life. But at the same time I understand that you wouldn’t want more suffering kinda a tough choice.

Okay for most the chapter the dialogue is on point but this one exchange was stupid. “There is no eternity” would be fine but saying “the ice will melt” really is just very vague. If you said something like “My followers will not stop till they melt it” that be fine but the way the sentence is structured it seems like he’s saying the ice will melt on it’s own. But Gray here sounds more dumb by saying if it does melt that’s far down the road’s problem. Gray don’t you know eternal I mean your basically saying every one will forget you but hey it might mean nothing anyway. The hell sense does that make?

I, Really like the symbolism and imagery here. Like no lie, first having it be Ur which is so nice and have it transition over to natsu. Really good sequential story telling.

And I know what people will say, “natsu had to come in to be the big damn hero because Mashima that’s just standard shounen and of course Natsu needs to be pandered to” well I’ about to diffuse that right here. Gray is bringing up a good reason about his grief he feels from almost killing his friend in a blind rage, but here’s what I love Natsu references he could do the same. We have self awareness right here. Then we have the questioning of their friendship. A standard questioning of friendship becomes so much more powerful by adding emotion to the scene. This isn’t some Natsu is stoic reaffirming they are friends this is him on the ground trying to reach Gray.

Welp, touching moment over cause Zeref wanted to be a dick.

Queue standard Natsu is serious two page spread.

“I guess I’ll just stand off to the side, it’s not like I have an ability to access a 9 different forms which grant me a wide range of magic. Better let the men handle this.”

Also Lucy you don’t look like you have any faith in Natsu right now.

So we cut outside the guild to see Erza (Who had her bones broken) all fixed up. You know I’m not even mad. If Wendy can bring juvia back even when she’s only a centimeter away from death, then I’m sure a whole skeleton can be fixed just fine.

Also this resolve works for makarov, but Irene. NO. She was pretty much crazy and pretty much would’ve nuked all of you. But hey cause she killed herself I guess it’s okay.

oh yes. oh yes! OH YES!

And great way to end the chapter.

Also I love how Acnologia references how bored he is. As if he is getting tired of this whole damn arc.

Post Chapter Follow Up: I really liked this chapter. Seriously it was good.

On the Pro side, we have actual emotion that carried over in to the theme of friendship and didn’t feel to shoved down our throats.

Also big thing is the pacing in this chapter is actually really good. Nothing goes by too fast and it all gets in what needs to be done.

We have the air of this final battle beginning and had such a weight to Zeref taking center stage and Acnologia arriving. I couldn’t be more pumped. I’m Hoping that while Natsu tanks the whole zeref thing that at least Gray and Lucy contribute. Also the fact that august even stops fighting really is an amazing sign of what’s coming up.

On the Cons side, nothing really. There are a few snags in the beginning but I think it doesn’t ruin the story overall.

Final Verdict: 8/10

  • Actual character emotion shown on screen
  • solid chapter
  • good pacing

C: Up to sophomore year of high school, I was bullied for my appearance. Ugly, fat, monkey, gorilla, you name it. Contrary to what some people tend to say, words do hurt and can scar you for life when you have been called those words so many times. I even noticed my family’s friends looking at me odd and praising my sister more for her appearance. She’s two shades lighter than me.

I honestly don’t even know if I’ve physically glowed up. What’s even more disturbing is that, if someone did compliment me on my looks or called me pretty, I don’t remember. I can’t remember the last time anyone has said something nice about my appearance. I’ve just been called so many horrible things and it’s making it hard to remember all of the nice things. Sure, personality is important, but it’ll just be nice to know that I can become beautiful on the outside too. I just want some way to know that I’ve either changed physically or that people were lying to me back then when they bullied me.

Baby?

Originally posted by punishmedolans

Dating Kian has been the time of my life. I honestly can say that I love him. Yes, like every couple we fuss and fight but that doesn’t change how we feel about each other. For the past 2 years Kian and I have been together and hopefully for many more. 

“Baby, let’s go get something to eat?” Kian said, trying to make his water bottle land straight on the table. 

“Okay” I smiled.

Gathering my things and meeting Kian at the door, he stops me.

“Is it cool if Jc and these two other guys come? We are all gonna collab today in a video.” Kian asks, grabbing my hand.

“Well of course babe.”

Kian nods and we start walking towards taco bell.


“It’s been 20 minutes dude, where are they?” Jc groans, sipping his baja blast.

“Chill bro, they are new to LA, give them a few minutes-” Kian starts but gets interrupted by two identical boys jogging into the lobby.

“So sorry we are late, LA traffic is a bitch.” One boy said.

“Nah, it’s chill we understand.” Kian laughed, turning his attention back to me. “Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Jc, and this is my girlfriend (y/n)”

I let out a wave and smile. “Hey guys, nice to meet you…?” 

“Oh sorry, I’m Ethan.” one boy said.

“And I’m Grayson.” the other said. 

As the boys talked and I found myself laughing with them, something about these boys just made me smile 24/7. But all good things must end eventually. 

“It’s getting late and we need to make our video. So I am gonna drop (y/n) off.”

“She can stay, we really need to get this filmed so we can get going.” Jc said, looking at Kian.

“Fine, let’s go.” 


Ethan, Grayson, Jc, and Kian were all off to the side planning on how the video was going to be set up. I was minding my own business when someone sat down at the table beside me and starting playing music. I looked over and saw Grayson bobbing his head to one of Drake’s songs. 

“Could you please turn it down?” I sighed.

“Oh shit, yeah, I’m sorry.” Grayson laughed and turned the music off. 

“So (y/n), how does one fit into LA?” 

“Well, anyone can fit in around here. If I’m honest, no one is really out of place, everyone belongs. You and Ethan shouldn’t have nothing to worry about.”

“You really think so?” He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Coming from Jersey, this place is pretty hectic.” 

“I was the same way when I moved here from North Carolina. You’ll be okay.” I laughed, tapping the table. 

“Can I get your number so you and Kian could show E and I around California?” 

“Yes, of course. We would love to.“ I handed him my phone as he typed his number in and shooting me a quick text so he had my number.


So I needed to hurry up and write this, and yes there will be a part 2 if you’re interested, I hope you like it don’t judge it too badly lmaaaao

Gasoline: Chapter 3

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Genre: Angst, Gang AU

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Originally posted by taengooks

“You, up” A voice yelled. I woke with a start, groggy and confused. I clutched my side, now bandaged, but still painful. A large t-shirt encased me, smelling unfamiliar and alien on my frame.

“Up!” The voice yelled again. Feeling the sense of urgency, I rose to my feet, stumbling slightly on my injured leg.

“What? What’s happening?” I questioned, bleary-eyed and aching.

“I take that as you’re ready.” Johnny appeared in the door, beckoning me to come over. “Time for your interrogation.” He smirked, grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door.

“You’re not going to blindfold me this time? You sure about that?”

“Doesn’t matter if you don’t live to see the outside of this place.” His cold response deterred my attempt to appear strong, silencing me as he lead me down a flight of stairs. Grey walls and grey floors surrounded me, a dull and uninviting setting that held a stench of gunpowder and bleach. A yellowish light flickered above me, and it struck me that this entire place had no windows.

“This dump is your base?” I tried to joke, probably out of sheer nervousness.

Johnny scoffed, “This isn’t our base, dumbass. You really think we’d take you there? This is just a safe house we use for interrogations.” Despite the cruel tone, I absorbed the information.

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anonymous asked:

“Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything.” (Jason, Steph)

It turns out that when I’m asked to do this prompt I can only do it while the characters are getting ready for one of Bruce’s parties, and I can’t seem to make them 100% fluffy. lol

Thanks so much for this request! I had fun with it.


Steph had a list of favorite things. Waffles, music with a great beat, and Tim when he was sleepy were just a few of the items on it. The current top of her list was having her hair worked on by someone else. Her scalp tingled under the soft press of a hairbrush against it, and at the gentle tug of Jason’s fingers parting her hair to wrap around a curling wand.

He’d been at it for fifteen minutes, the repetitive soothing motion already easing Steph into relaxation that threatened sleep. Steph shifted a little to wake herself up and Jason hummed.

“Getting sleepy?” She could hear the grin in his voice, a glance into the mirror in front of them confirmed it. She also noted the ringlets starting to form on the left side of her head.

“Where’d you learn to do formal hair?” she asked, avoiding his question.

Jason pulled a curl off the wand and let it drop, fluffing it to add a bit of volume before taking another piece of hair to start wrapping around the wand. “My mom. She used to like having her hair played with, it relaxed her.”

His answer was smooth, unruffled by lingering sadness or the weight of history. It was a fact, and as much as Steph knew it must affect him, he hadn’t shown it. She bit the inside of her cheek and tried to come up with an appropriate response.

Jason chuckled releasing the next curl. “There’s no eggshells to walk on with this conversation, Steph. It’s fine. A good memory.”

She nodded, before realizing it would pull her hair from his hand. “Sorry.” She grimaced as he had to readjust the curl.

He shrugged and they lapsed into silence for another two curls before Jason spoke back up. “She would have loved these parties, loved to get ready and get me ready.”

“She would have taken you?” Steph asked turning her attention to Jason’s face in the mirror.

He grinned. “Course. She loved doing things with me, she also would have known I’d be exhausted by the end of the night. Bruce found that out quick enough too.” He said thoughtfully.

Steph chuckled. She could picture Jason dancing around the parties, chatting up the different socialites and sneaking food under the tables. She could also see Bruce good naturedly trying to corral him until he gave up and let Jason wear himself out.

“You know—” She said after a moment, “You were pretty small as Robin.”

“Yeah?” he said wrapping another strand of hair around the wand.

Steph couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea of tiny Jason. She’d seen pictures of him around the manor, almost as small as Damian when he’d arrived. Now? He was taller than Bruce by a hair. Even by the small amount it was a huge leap.

“I’m just trying to figure out how you got so big, I mean did you grow a lot after, well—” she broke off. She knew Jason didn’t mind bringing up his death, but she didn’t want to be insensitive either. A part of her said it was fine since she’d been through the same thing, well not the same same, but still.

“After I came back to life?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in the mirror.

Steph gave him an embarrassed smile. “Yeah, after you came back.”

He took a minute to think, and Steph started to worry that she’d done something wrong. She regretted even asking, it wasn’t her place to ask. She wasn’t even Jason’s sibling, so why should she butt into his personal life so deeply?

“I came back like this.” He said. “It was something to do with the Pit Talia put me it.”

Steph saw her eyes go wide. It must have been strange for Jason to not only find himself alive and in a strange place, but to find himself grown up. “Was that strange?”

He gave her an exaggerated grimace in the mirror. “Totally. I tripped over my own two feet more times than I cared to admit the first few weeks. Don’t even get me started on how many times I bumped my head-on things.”

She giggled. “I guess we could call you a bit of a late bloomer then?”

Jason grinned back at her. “Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything.”

He paused after dropping the next curl to check his watch. “Speaking of, we’re going to be late tonight. The party starts in a few minutes.”

“What? No. Jay, come on! I wanted to be on time tonight. Cass is going to be waiting on me.”

He shrugged, “You want to go with a chunk of hair uncurled?”

Steph returned her attention to her own hair and wanted to laugh, Jason was done with everything but the front section. She’d look crazy if they left that minute. “Nah, finish up. It’s better to be fashionably late anyway. Bruce always gets mad when I do that.”

Jason chuckled. “Fashionably late it is.”

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Are Shiro and Keith half-brothers?????

This is my favorite theory so far, yes! I mean Galra Keith fucking became canon so let’s take a (not so) quick moment to hash this theory out a bit. 

So, clearly we have the uncanny resemblance between Shiro and Keith’s dad here:

The camera angles are just slightly different but close enough to get the point. They both have a very similar facial structure. It also looks to me that they have the same noses (If you account for Shiro being a little more turned to the side in the still than Keith’s father). There’s also the nearly identical eyebrow shape and thickness. Then finally, it’s worth noting that they share a similar eye color. Keith and his dad are usually depicted as having gray eyes with a bit of a purpleish. Shiro’s eyes are also in that range of shading (although when I’ve looked his eyes are more towards the side of gray. 

Speculation that ties all of these pieces together (I put this before the actual evidence because it’s important to see the circumstances that I’m analyzing all this with):

There’s a wonderful but heartbreaking analysis of the Trials of Gamora that @gay-space-lionsdid that in a nut shell said that Keith’s greatest fear is the people he loves walking out on him (The Shiro hologram scene) and his greatest hope is that his father will come back to him. Not because he died, but because he left and that’s why he fears Shiro leaving.

I feel like this fits really well with the brothers theory because Shiro would have had to step up to take care of his half brother in his father’s absence. Shiro is quite a few years older than Keith but would probably still be too young to support him on his own which might explain why they both ended up at the Garrison together.

It’s not really clear when Keith started having “discipline issues” but I have a feeling things started turning south for him after Shiro “died.” He would have perceived himself as all alone in the world with a father who abandoned him, a brother who died, and a mother he never even knew. I think most kids would start to have “discipline issues” if all that happened to them.

Ok now onto some proof of the half brother theory:

- Episode 1

Episode 1 kind of sets us up with the notion that Shiro and Keith already had a close relationship before the start of the show. It’s always been clear that the knew each other but the nature of their relationship has never explicitly been explained so a lot of this is a close analysis of body language and dialogue through the lens that they might be revealed to be half brothers in the next season. 


Originally posted by heero-yuy

In the moment that Keith realizes that it’s Shiro that he’s liberating multiple emotions flash across his face in such a short amount of time. It’s impossible to tell what exactly is going through his mind but that split second of sadness when Keith’s eyes sparkle a bit, he’s clearly remembering some sort of bittersweet memory. Why can’t it be a childhood memory of his “dead” brother?  

Originally posted by merelymelly

All of the shack scenes in episode one have always struck me because of the sense of familiarity but I could never really put my finger on why until now. The dialogue in the scene above hints that Keith and Shiro were close and knew each other well. This scene always struck me as an exchange between close friends or brothers even.

Season 2:

I highly doubt they’re just talking about that one instance that he said those words in the first season. To me this feels like something Shiro would have told him many times when he was taking care of Keith. There’s also the bit that Keith says about how his life would have turned out different if it weren’t for Shiro. Again the way the dialogue is structured suggests that Keith isn’t talking about the immediate past visible in the show but something that runs far deeper. 

In regards to Shiro’s choice to have Keith lead Voltron should anything happen to him, who better to trust with such a huge responsibility than your own brother? Shiro’s made it clear time and time again during season 2 that he trusts Keith completely and sees potential in him that no else does. 

I’m sure that there’s more evidence out there because this really has been hinted at throughout the series but here were the main things that stood out to me. I feel like this theory is very plausible since we still know next to nothing about Shiro’s family going into the third season of the series. 

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Look what happened… @katieamazeballs @spicegirl99 @rae1105

“If you could pick, who would you want it to be?”

“If I could pick?”

“I mean, obviously it depends on scheduling and availability, but yeah. If you had your choice…?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

“No, probably not, huh?”

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“Hey, you,” James said happily, answering on the first ring. “Nice to see your face again.”

“And yours. It’s been a while. Glad to see you haven’t shaved your head or got any facial piercings.”

“Nah. I’m good.”

“Are you though?” Sharna asked with concern. “It’s only been a month.”

“Or it’s been a whole month. But it was a long time coming, so I think I grieved longer than a month. I really am okay.”

She gave him a small smile. “Any of your friends trying to set you up yet?”

“A few,” he confessed with a shrug. “But I’m not -.”

“Not ready yet? That’s fine.”

“No. That’s not it, I don’t think.”

“Oh?” A hopeful bubble swelled in her chest, but she kept her face passive.

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Chris Evans Imagine

Originally posted by chrisxchrisxchris

I loved being with friends even if they were actually Chriss friends but non the less I was happy because I had him by my side. Since I didn’t live in America, so me coming to visit him didn’t happen a lot. Looking around and acting a memory picture of the moment I noticed Chris was acting weird. Usually he would be making jokes, laughing. But not now he was closed in and looking into the distance.

After we got to his place I tried talking to him but all I got were some sounds. Not wanting to ruin the mood I was in, tried my best not to talk about his attitude but then I had enough. When I tried to sit next to him he got up and walked away.

“Is there a problem?” I asked trying to sound calm not to make him mad. Since I didn’t know what was going on I didn’t know how to really act or speak.

“I’m fine” simple and without emotions. Since I’ve used those words so many times in my life I knew he was lying,

“Doesn’t sound like it” i said but right then regretted it. Hearing something hitting the ground, jumped up and saw everything that was on the kitchen table were not on the ground. Chris looked at me in anger, i had never seen him like that.

“I do have a problem. I have a problem with you and Sebastian.” his words shocked me. But before i could say anything he kept talking “Since you two are so close and have so much fun together why don’t you go to him and ask how he is” everything he was saying made no sense to you.

“I don’t understand” i said trying not make him mad,

“I saw it (Y/N), the way you two talked and laughed, the way he looked at you” he turned the other way.

“You think there is something between me and Sebastian? You don’t trust me” he turned around so fast that it made you jump.

“Yes” a short answer that left along pain in your heart. His words hurt you like hell. Holding in the tears that were forming in your eyes you spoke

“I’m not going to yell or throw things. But I need you to tell me what you need me to do so you would understand that I love you. And that you are the only person I want to be with. Tell me.” He looked at me and in a blink of an eye he said

“Move in with me.” We just looked at each other “move to America and live with me.” at first i thought he was just saying things to end the argument but he wasn’t. 

“You want me to move across the world because you don’t trust me? You want me to leave everyone I know and love because you can’t understand my love for you? If that’s the only reason you want me to move here…I can’t do that.” I didn’t yell. I just couldn’t. “I can’t make such a life changing move because of your lack of trust” But I did walked away. Went to the bedroom and stood by the window with a phone in my hands. Trying to figure out if this was it and I had find some place to stay. I didn’t want it to end like this but trust is important in a relationships, especially in one that is long distance. 

I wasn’t standing by the window a long time when his foot steps were heard coming my way. Felt him come and heard him call my name. I took a calming breath
“I trust you, Chris. I have always trusted you. You are the one who is meeting all these beautiful women, I should be the one having trust issues but I don’t. I trust you. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me” Tears formed in my eyes as I turned to look at him. “So why can’t you trust me?” Looking at the man I loved so deeply. Loved so hard like I never have. He showed me what real love felt and looked like. So will he be the one to take it all away?
His eyes said sadness. But his lips said nothing. 

“Please answer me, Chris. This is real right now. This is the moment that mike make or break our relationship. So for god sake speak” i might have loved this man but I couldn’t just jump and move. I want to but not with this reason. 

“I’m scared” Chris finally spoke and moved closer at the same time. 

“What are you scared of?” his answer did confuse me. 

“I’m scared of losing you. Of not being enough or not being there when you need me to be. Seeing you with Sebastian just scared me. The thought of some other guy making you laugh killed me. This thought of you meeting some other guy came to my mind. I don’t want that to happen, I love you too much” Chris now was right in front of me, I was looking up at him and his tear filled eyes. 

“The only way you could lose me is if you don’t tell me truth about what you feel. You have to tell me these things and not when we are fighting.” I gently touched his cheek. I

“I want you to move here with me but not because of what I said. I want to be with you till the end of our lives. I want to be with you till we turn gray and have kids with you. And I know I’m busy a lot of times but I’ll try harder to be here more. I’ll take some time off. But please don’t leave me.” He pulled me closer to him, making me feel the fear he was talking about.

“I love you Chris. But this wont happen so fast. I have things to woke out back home. “ he smiled at me, realizing what I was talking about.

“So you mean?” he said smiling even bigger.

“Yes. I will move here. I see future with you but now I finally know you see it with me too. I love you” Chris kissed me sweetly

“I love you too” our future we both wanted so much was now a step closer.

@miraculousfluffmonth day 12

Mon Coeur

I went for the literal translation, ‘My Heart’, since putting a single other language word reminds me too much of the weeaboo Ouiaboo days. Theme still stands.


               Vixen waited on the rooftop, scanning for anything that could be danger. It was an oddly quiet night, though maybe that’s just because she wants something to happen. Still, there wasn’t anything to hear until-

               “Hello, Vixie!”

               Vixen screamed, almost falling off the roof as she jumped. Heart racing, she scrambled to the side and glared at the voice.

               “Are you okay?” Chat Noir asked.

               “Yeah!” she panted. “Just my heart feels like it’ll explode! Why’d you sneak up on me?!”

               “Oh, sorry,” he smiled sheepishly. “I forget how quiet I can be. You know, silent cats and all that. You’ll get used to it. Ladybug has. I can’t even try to sneak up on her.”

               “Hopefully I ‘get used to it’ before my heart gives out,” she sighed. “So, what do you guys do on your ‘patrols’? It seems so secretive. You didn’t even tell m-the Ladyblog.”

               “Honestly?” he shrugged. “Not much.”

               Vixen only raised an eyebrow at the answer.

               “Okay,” Chat said. “So, our ‘patrols’ had originally been just practice. Like, we have powers now, but the first time we met, Ladybug launched herself into me and we ended up tied in her yo-yo and dangling upside down. It’d be better to learn to use them instead of doing that the next time an Akuma showed up.”

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