just happy that i was finally able to make one xd

Vikings Preference "How they react when they get jealous"

(WOOOOO first Vikings preference :3 Yay for our faves being jelly XD hope it is as requested and you all like it :D PS. I meant Porunn not Torvi XD my bad Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)

Ragnar-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d put on an act, pretending to be fine to see you around other men but from his sarcastic tone and smile as well as his exaggerated actions, you could always tell who is bothering him, making you just want to walk over to him to reassure him.

Rollo-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d clench his jaw and fists as he keeps his eyes on you and whoever is flirting with you. He’d just try his best to maintain his composure until he can’t anymore and finally goes over to whoever it is to back the hell up.

Floki-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d be his usual giddy and excited self but he’d stop once in a while just to glare at whoever is flirting with you and bring them down with a rather mean remark. He’d just want them to leave you alone, making him have his fun with the insults.

Athelstan-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d try to deny he ever felt that way and pretend that everything is alright. He’d avoid your knowing gaze and give you a curt nod or a smile to reassure you that he is indeed alright, only to sigh rather loudly, making you walk over to him.

Bjorn-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d glare at whoever is flirting with you and just stare back at you to hint at you that he isn’t happy about this. He’d find his way to get closer to you and make it clear by holding your hand that you’re his, before walking away with you.

Ubbe-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d want to deny he felt that way and do his best to keep his serious and be “mad” at whoever is flirting with you but as you could always tell with the way you would look at him, he’d end up just calming himself before walking over to take you away with a playful smile.

Hvitserk-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d get cocky and be overconfident about anything. He’d want to prove himself to you as well as to whoever is flirting with you, that apart from himself no one is better suited for you, resulting in him just making you laugh.

Sigurd-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d pout and act as if you weren’t around to avoid your gaze, only to steal glances at you and whoever is flirting with you, making him get closer and closer. He’d want them to know your his, so he’d just end up intruding in the conversation.

Ivar-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d have a hard time hiding it as it would show in his eyes and his actions a little too much. He’d do anything he can to bother you to get your attention, before smirking at you and giving you a warning look about what is about to come for you and whoever is flirting with you.

Halfdan-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d try to ignore you and whoever is around flirting with you, only to end up not being able to and get up to pull you away to keep you for himself. He’d put his trust in you but with his brother’s constant teasing, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from walking over to you.

Harald-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d talk shit about whoever is flirting with you to his brother and try to compose himself before occasionally losing it. As he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, he’d walk over to you to pull you to keep you behind him before starting a fight with the other person, sometimes resulting in their death.

Aethelwulf-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d usually sulk on his own and wait for your to return to him before saying anything. He’d just want to hear it from you that whoever was flirting with you didn’t mean a thing and want you to prove yourself to him, making you kiss him in the moment.

King Ecbert-Whenever he gets jealous, he’d just laugh it off and act indifferent about whoever was flirting with you, only to tease you about making him feel that way once you are both alone. He’d tell you about how he felt and all before getting closer to whisper that he’ll “punish” you for that.

Lagertha-Whenever she gets jealous, she’d act like she was confident about herself and just laugh and smile at you whenever you would lock eyes. She’d find herself someone who would flirt with her as well before leading them closer to you and whoever was with you, just to get “back” at you.

Aslaug-Whenever she gets jealous, she’d deny and tell herself and you that she has no reason to feel that way. However, from her gaze and the way she would handle herself it would all be the opposite, but still she wouldn’t ever recognize it.

Porunn-Whenever she gets jealous, she’d try to distract herself from looking over at you, only to end up doing the exact opposite. It wouldn’t matter as to what she is doing, she’d keep her gaze and an ear to you and you conversation, making sure that the other person isn’t crossing any lines.

Crush Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: nicky10876

Prompt: Hi! I’m really loving your stories so far:) I was hoping maybe you could do one where during an interview, Bill admits that he has a crush in the reader? I would be super happy if you did💚

You hummed as you scrolled through the tv channels looking for something to watch. You were bored out of your mind since it was your day off but none of your friends were able to come over.

Well you had texted your friend Bill and he told you he had an interview today but he SHOULD be able to stop by real quick around noon. It was noon but it looked like he wasn’t going to show up.

You finally put it on Nickelodeon and quickly sat up noticing Spongebob was playing. The old one too, Tea at Her Tree Dome. (Don’t judge I’m still in high school but I remember every Spongebob episode! I love the old ones more like Tea in her Tree Dome, Pizza Delivery, Survival of the Idiotics, etc. If Spongebob is on I’ll watch it. Doesn’t matter who has the remote I’ll fight for the remote! XD!)

You heard a loud knock on your door and in a split second you were off the couch and at the door. You swung open the door and squealed when you saw it was your friend Bill.

“Billy!” You squealed nearly tackling him.

“Hey (Nickname).” He chuckled patting your head.

“Thank GOD your here! I was bored out of my freaken mind without you. But I found Spongebob so I’m all good now!” You giggled.

Bill smiled his cheeks turning a light pink from your compliments. He couldn’t help but notice also that you were wearing a black tank top that showed more than enough cleavage and your Lilo and Stitch lounge shorts that had Stitch on the front and Ohana written on the back.

Not to mention your innocent and crazy personality where once second you’d be happy as a bee and then the next you’ll turn into Satan himself with a fiery rage if anyone pissed you off.

“I uh…I just wanted to come by for a few minutes.” You said.

“Well then come on in and let the party begin!” You said stepping out of his way.

(I’m sorry I’m a Nickelodeon Nerd B 3 !)

Bill grinned and stepped in and you closed your door before plopping dowjmon the couch next to him. When he looked at the tv Patrick screamed, “WHAT KIND OF PLACE IS THIS?!?!?”

He chuckled and looked at you grinning, especially at your adorable giggles. Suddenly his smile turned into a tense, straight line and he pursed his lips in thought.

He started to bounce his leg nervously and you finally ripped your eyes away from the tv. You looked towards his bouncing leg before looking towards his nervous expression.

“Is something wrong?” You asked tilting your head cutely.

“Uh…(Name)? Um, may I ask you…something.” Bill said fidgeting.

“Sure. What is it?” You asked eagerly.

“I uh…”

Bill looked towards you and you smiled which only made him stutter and fidget worse. He glanced towards the clock and bolted up from the couch startling you.

“I’m sorry I need to go. I-I’ll see you later!” With that Bill rushed off and you sat there dumbfounded for a few seconds but didn’t say anything.

“Oooo Kay then.” You turned back towards the tv and your smile came back on when you saw Patchy the Pirate on the tv.

A couple days later you hadn’t heard much from Bill since he failed to ask you the question. You had texted him but he never replied back so you figured he was just busy with interviews and other work-related stuff.

That is until you got a message from one of your friends, Shelby,  sent you a link and put under it WATCH IT NOW!!!. You didn’t ask but tapped on the link anyways and it brought you to a  video of Bill being interviewed for his role as Pennywise.

Which was basically the interview he had to go to when he tried to ask you a question. You decided to watch it and hummed as you laid on your bed with your feet in the air like a school girl.

You tapped on it and idly kicked your legs well listening to it giggling occasionally on how Bill was nervously fidgeting. He had a habit of doing it.

“So, do you have any girlfriends?” The male interviewer asked.

“Girlfriends? No. I uh, I do have a crush on a certain person.” Bill said biting his lip.

“Oh and whose this person?” He asked.

“Uh. My friend (Name).” You couldn’t help but gasp and feel your cheeks heat up.

“She is the most sweetest, kindest, and beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen. Heh, but ah, she’s a bit innocent so it just makes it hard to tell her cuz, which I tried to do this morning but…she’s just…god I just…I can’t get over her.” Bill gushed.

“Do you think she might be watching this video now?” The interviewer asked.

“I uh…I really hope not.” Bill chuckled nervously.

“Alright, uh, moving on fans have been-”

You had to stop the video and replay that part over again. Bill was in love with you? You were in love with him but you knew…well thought you weren’t his type. Your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t help but fangirl and grab one of your teddy bears pulling it to your chest as you rolled around, screamed, clapped, kicked your legs, cried, and squealed like a retarded seal.

You were rather surprised you hadn’t heard anything from your neighbors thinking you were dying or something like that. But then a thought crossed your mind. How could you tell Bill?

Or could you perhaps convince him to tell you?

You hummed in thought looking down at your stuffed teddy bear.

A few days later you heard a knock on your door and you calmly walked over to the door and opened it to see it was Bill. In his hand was a stuffed bear.

“Hey uh…for some reason Shelby told me you seemed to be sad for some reason…and for me to get you a teddy bear.” The man explained making the adorable giant teddy bear in his hand wave to you.

You had a painted on frown of sadness, even when you took the bear from him and held it to your chest.

“Thank you.” You muttered softly.

“What’s wrong?” Bill asked noticing your sad demeanor.

You were wearing a cold shoulder shirt and sweatpants which was no your usual clothing. Just to not even nearly tackle him or make a cartoon reference was so unlike you.

You seemed so sad.

You were very rarely sad, especially at this depressing low.

Bill closed the door and walked over to where you were sitting in the living room sitting criss crossed on the lap nuzzling the back of your bears head.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Bill asked sitting next to you.

“I tried to send a message to my crush but he…rejected me.”

Tears slipped down from your eyes and Bill frowned and gently touched your shoulder, “Who would reject you?”

“His name is Billy. You wouldn’t know him.” You said your voice watery.

“Well, this Billy is out of his mind for rejecting such a sweet and cute girl like you.”

You looked at him confused your eyes sparkling, “You think I’m cute?”

“The cutest.”

“I am not.” You denied shaking your head.

“Yes you are, you are the most beautiful, kindest, girl ever and he missed out on a one and only opportunity.” Bill said.

“You really think that?” You muttered.

“I know so.”

You turned back and sniffed before turning back to him in a flash smiling and happy, “So you love me?”

Bill blinked confused until he realized he had just been duped by you his face turned a bright red as he realized he just basically poured his heart out to you. You chuckled and wiped the fake tears off your face.

“You…you jerk.” He teased pushing your shoulder.

“Did I do good?”

“There’s a possibility you can get an acting job.” Bill chuckled.

“But seriously do you really love me?”

“You saw the video didn’t you?” Bill chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yep. Shelby sent it to me. Thanx for the bribe by the way.” You chuckled squeezing your new bear.

“Don’t you already have like a hundred?” The man sighed.

“60. And I actually like you back too.” You said blushing.

“So uh… do you wanna?”

You silenced Bill with a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Your so awkward it’s cute! Now shut up! Spongebob and Patrick are about to fight over whose Dirty Dan!”

Once again…Bill loved your craziness.

Ending Notes: So I’m almost 16 but I still watch Spongebob. It’s just so nostalgic to me since I used to watch it with my brothers all the time. If my siblings had the remote I used to black mail or call my parents to tell them to give me the remote.

The youngest gets the most power XD!

Also why doesn’t Spongebob have Patchy the Pirate anymore??? I LOVE his episodes like Shangied, The Christmas Special, and the House Party one—oh my god I love the house party the most :3! Okay enough about Spongebob enjoy life and watch Spongebob. Or don’t. It’s your life. Thanx for reading!


Hi are you making a part two? For Working for Roman Roman. 😊


billsgirls23 said:
Hey, love your works! Can you do an imagine for me? So one night Bill come home stressed out. His british girlfriend (Orchi) tries to talk to him but he snaps. When she tries to tell him she’s pregnant he tells Orchi to get out and never cone back. 5 years later Bill goes to the park with Alex and Gustaf, when he bumps into Orchi and their 5 year old daughter Rosalia. And then you can end it however you’d like.


Maybe a Bill Skarsgård x reader mermaid AU where the reader saves Bill from drowning but swims away quickly because she’s scared even though she’s always admired him from afar but her family doesn’t like humans until there’s a really bad storm and she gets washed up on shore cos her tail gets caught in some stray nets and Bill patches her up and fluff fluff but they face the dilemma of how they are going to keep the relationship since one on land and other is in the sea. Thank you! Ily *hides*

An Arranged Marriage (Newt x Reader)

**Gif not mine**

I know I said 11:00AM but I had to post it

Request:  Hi can you make newt × reader where they are in arranged marriageand she hates him but he adores her and after year of hating him she finds out that she actually loves him?(sorry if this is confusing😁)  - Anon

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: So this amazing imagine was written by my good friend Bevin @imherefromninospizza!  But it was edited by me.  She’s bluebird0904 on Wattpad, and her book “Misfits” is  A M A Z I N G!  It has over 345K reads so maybe go check her out!  

Also, if this isn’t an accurate wedding we apologize xD

You nervously fiddled with your diamond earring, watching silently as maids rushed around, hurrying to make you look flawless for your wedding.  A white dress hung around you, a pretty thing with white lace and silk imported from India.  Your hair tumbled around your ears in tight curls, and white gloves hid your long, willowy fingers.  A light blush tinted your cheeks, and your lips were stained a dark red.  This would have been a wonderful day for anyone else, but you weren’t anyone else.  While wedding days usually stuck in your brain as a good and happy thing, you knew it was going to be a bad memory.

Then again, arranged marriages weren’t a happy thought.

Your parents had run out of options for you.  Every man that was eligible to become your husband had left after the first meeting, not being able to handle your disdain towards them.  Newt Scamander was the only one that lasted to the wedding day.  He adored you, but you just wanted him to leave you alone.

“Are you ready dear?” your mother asked, walking into the room and wiping away a tear.

You just glared at her as you picked up the hem of your dress, pushing past her as you stalked out of the room.

Her scurrying footsteps followed you in your wake as you march into the cathedral.  Your father was there waiting for you, his arm out for you to take.  You weren’t exactly happy for the moment, you know, with the whole arranged marriage papers your parents signed.  You sarcastically smiled at your father, who was nearly in tears as well, and linked your arm in his.  The doors to the cathedral flung open.  Your feet dragged down the aisle as the music played, and you had to force the bile crawling up your throat back down.  This was against everything you believed in.

When you reached Newt, he held out his hand for you to take.  You scowled at it, but you could practically feel your parents burning holes into the back of your skull, so you took it, and your father took his seat in the front row next to your mother.

Newt’s smile somehow brightened, and you wanted to slap his puppy-dog face.

The priest started his speech, saying you were connected and yada yada yada.  Newt’s hands were sweaty and warm in yours, but when you tried to wiggle your gloved ones away, he only held on tighter.  You let out a sigh of defeat as the priest turned to you to say your vows.  The recited words flew out of your mouth monotonically.  There was a hurt look on his face when you ended, but he said his vows with all the sappy romance that a person in love would have.

You wanted to rip out his chestnut curls.

“Do you, Y/N, take Newton Scamander to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest said.

You hesitated, but finally spat out an “I do.”

The priest nodded, satisfied, before turning to Newt.  “And do you, Newton Scamander, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Newt said automatically, a huge grin on his face.

“Then you may now kiss the bride,” the priest said happily.

Disgust rolled in your stomach as you turned to face Newt.  His eyes were gleaming.  “Are you ready?”

“I’ll never be,” you sighed as you closed the space between the two of you.

Cheers erupted in the crowd.  You pulled away from him.  There was a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly fell away when you spoke.

“Don’t expect me to be anything other than hostile to you,” you murmured in his ear before the reception began, leaving him with a sad look on his face.

This was never going to work out.

**One Year Later**

Sunlight dripped through your curtains, waking you up from your deep sleep.  Your arm was stretched out across the bed, which was still slightly warm.  You and Newt had been sleeping together ever since your mother found out that you were sleeping in different rooms.  (However, you did put a pillow between the two of you).  You first detested it, but now it felt almost… nice.  Although you were never willing to admit it.

Your bones popped as you got out of the bed and stretched.  You were about to open the door when the knob turned, opening to show a confused Newt.

“Oh… I thought you were still asleep,” he muttered, blushing.

“I’m obviously not,” you replied, walking past him to go to the kitchen.

You heard him sigh behind you, and suddenly he had gripped onto your arm, a dejected look in his eyes.  “Why are you so mean to me?” he whispered.  “I just want you to be happy, and if you hate me that much… then I’ll leave.”  Newt let go of your arm, and started to walk away, his shoulders slumped.

You realized you had made a big mistake.  “Wait!” you called out, Newt turning around.  

You realized it wasn’t the fact that you hated Newt, it was the fact you were mad for being forced into a marriage.  But you did love Newt, it just took you a bit to realize it.  You took out your anger for being forced to marry on him, which you know wasn’t right.  You would have liked it much better though if you had the option to marry the person you wanted by your side forever rather than being forced to marry a random person.

But now you realized Newt was that person you wanted by your side.  Forever.

“Newt… oh Newt, I’m so, so sorry  for the way I’ve treated you,” you said, holding both his hands in yours and looking right into his tear-filled sea green eyes.  “I took out my anger for being forced to marry on you, which I never ever should have done.  I know now that you’re the person I want by my side forever.  An intelligent, sweet, charming, and handsome man.  I know I’ve treated you like dirt from the beginning… but now I want a fresh start.  If you want to leave… I understand… but please… maybe give me another chance…?”

A bright smile shined on his face, and he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.  “Of course I do, love.  It wasn’t your decision whether you married me or not.”

You leaned in and kissed him.  It was the kiss you had always wanted with Newt, a passionate, romantic, and sweet kiss.  When you pulled away you rested your forehead on Newt’s.

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you… the truth is… I-I love you, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.”

He smiled.  “I love you too.”

Please let me know what you thought of it!

anonymous asked:

How about todomomo getting caught (either by aizawa-sensei or another student) making out? I think this would be hilarious XD

Note: Hope you enjoy! School festival version :) Sorry its been eons since this ask was sent and I only finished it now. Mainly humour + fluff

In which Class A does a maid cafe

“So it’s time for our last annual school festival, everyone,” Iida fixed his glasses as he slid the door behind him to a close. All eyes were on him. Through the window, crisp autumn fog and dewy grass greeted the start of their morning.

“Iida spill it,” Kaminari called out, “What are we assigned this year? For the past two years, we weren’t able to get what we wanted.”

“I don’t want anything to do with this,” Bakugou added, chin on his desk, “I fucking hate school festivals. Last year, we had to do the shitty …what was it again? Julio and Romiette?”

“Romeo and Juliet, Kacchan.”

“Shut up Deku, I knew that, I fucking played Julio.”

Iida tapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden surface of the podium, waiting for the troublemakers to quiet down. When he saw Bakugou snap his mouth shut with boredom emitting from his expression alone, Iida straightened up.

“This year, we got EXACTLY what we wanted. After all, we are third years, so we get first choice.”

Kaminari’s gasp was the start of the domino effect.  Everyone cheered and clapped with happy faces all around. The Class President held his hand up to calm his audience down, clearly having anticipated their uproar.

“Since, we will be doing the ‘maid café’ theme this year, why don’t we start by delegating tasks?”


“Hurry! Kirishima, please set up the rest of the tables on the left side of the class!”

“I got it Iida. Let Hagakure and Ojiro know that they forgot candles on some of the tables.”

With only 15 minutes to spare, their class was almost ready. A makeshift tent, which was really just a bunch of chairs stacked up with a large curtain hanging over, collapsed; yells of profanity broadcasted across the room. Under the chair tetris came Bakugou, pulling his black tight skirt down to hide more of his skin. His bare shoulders were covered with white lace and frills while the rest of him became adorned with flowers from his floral apron.

“Oh my god, he actually wore it,” Kirishima mused, tears falling from laughter. His eyes widened at the idea that just popped in his head and took out his phone to snap pictures along with a few others. The subject of entertainment was wrestling around like a wild beast in a cage.


“You reap what you sow,” Jirou raised her arms, securing her own apron, “who told you to fall asleep when we were discussing the roles. It’s your bad luck that the only position left was the sixth maid.”

The boy was red with anger and embarrassment, “WHY CAN’T I JUST BE A HOST LIKE ALL THE OTHER SHITHEADS.”

Jirou shook her head, the knot behind her neck finally made tight enough, “Because the maid outfit was the only thing that’s left! How many times did Iida tell you, holy crap!”

Bakugou didn’t bother to reply and grunted. In the corner of his eye, Kirishima pushed his phone in front of Kaminari, pointing at the screen. Kaminari covered his mouth, chuckling, and whispered into his friend’s ear, prompting the latter to nod incessantly. Something was brewing amongst those two and Bakugou wasn’t ready to find out.

Jirou looked over to the back corner of the room. Below the dangling banners, portable stove tops and grills now replaced the normal desk formation. Yaoyorozu stood there, fixing Todoroki’s uniform. Todoroki, being one of the hosts along with Kaminari, Kirishima, and Midoriya, donned a silver neck tie over a white dress shirt with black pinstripes. Opposite of him was Yaoyorozu wearing the same outfit as Bakugou (except looking a thousand times more attractive, Todoroki must say) and she had her hair done in a bun.

“Todoroki, I think it looks better now,” Yaoyorozu pressed the wrinkle out of the front of his tie, “If you have trouble with it again, let me know.”

“Thanks,” The fire and ice hero said, “Sorry, I’m not really good with ties. My sister used to always do the Windsor knot. I have no clue as to what it even is.”

It’s these types of small talks with him that made her happy.

“Of course! I’m always here to help!” Yaoyorozu answered, cheeks glowing, “I must allow Tokoyami and Sato to take their positions now.” She did a slight bow out of habit and continued, “Let’s have fun together!”

“Ah, sure,” Todoroki smiled back.

The two stepped away from the cooking station just as Tokoyami and Sato entered. No one knew how good Tokoyami’s yakisoba and Sato’s dorayaki was until they were the first to volunteer for the chef roles. After the first taste test, everyone knew they were fit for the job.


When Kaminari opened the door signalling the start of their business, there were already parents and students from other departments in queue, waiting to be seated. Iida was in his element, shuffling his ‘staff’ along (he insisted that he was the café manager) and made sure operations went smoothly. Midoriya had a crowd of girls surround him whenever he took orders to Uraraka’s obvious dismay, who acted like she didn’t give a rat’s ass but actually did. Bakugou kept screaming at Monoma to leave but achieved the reverse effect instead.

“When will I ever get the chance to see YOU OF ALL PEOPLE in a maid outfit?!”  Monoma had said with an arrogant grin chiselled onto his face. If it weren’t for the law, Bakugou would’ve straight up strangled him alive.

Around 1pm, the smiles began to peel off their faces. Rush hour was still in session and everyone was beyond fatigued.

Tokoyami was running out of soba noodles too, which was the bestselling item.

“Can someone run to the storage,” the birdman was stirfrying while speaking, eyes not leaving the pan, “I’m almost out.”

Bakugou scoffed, “Hell no, I ain’t leaving this mothereffin’ room in this girly shit.”

Tokoyami wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, “Come on man, I need it.”

“I’ll get it.”

It was Todoroki.

He pushed away his many fangirls who had their notebooks and pens extended in hopes to get his autograph, and Yaoyorozu came forward also, noticing Tokoyami’s concern.

“I can help you carry as well, Todoroki.”

“Just stay here,” the boy suggested. Thinking about how more guys would ogle Yaoyorozu in maid attire irked him. She should stay here, away from the halls where the perverts roam. Though he still had Mineta to worry about.

Yaoyorozu blinked a few times, unsure of why he was so adamant on her staying.

“You two should both go. I saw two big boxes of noodles in there and one guy can’t carry them all,” Tokoyami replied, obliviously destroying any forms of hope that Todoroki had.

He wanted to object some more but that would make it too suspicious. Todoroki sighed. Guess there was no other way.


“Yaoyorozu, do you see it?”

The two of them were scrutinizing every word that was printed on the cardboard boxes which lined the shelves. None of them said soba.

“No,” the girl tiptoed a little, “if you don’t mind, how about I climb onto your shoulders and you lift me up? I think that’d be easier.”

Did she forget about how short her skirt was? Being in such a small room made every motion of their bodies graze against each other. He could feel the warmth of her breath tickle his neck.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Todoroki quickly turned his back to her, afraid he might say something stupid. Images of Yaoyorozu in my head, begone!

“Why not?” Yaoyorozu was pouting, “Tokoyami is relying on us! We must find it!”

Her sense of responsibility would be the end of him. And her.

Before he could prepare a counter fit for a lawyer, Yaoyorozu let out a surprised yelp, arms swinging to maintain balance. Todoroki’s fast reflexes caused him to spin around, reaching to catch her flying form. Falling face first, her body weight settled on him. Given the gravity of the situation, it was lucky that Todoroki plunged backwards onto a pile of empty flattened boxes with Yaoyorozu (skirt lifted and her apron in disarray, amongst other things) in his arms.

“Crap,” Todoroki rubbed a growing bump on the back of his head. That hurt more than when Bakugou kicked him in the shin yesterday.

Yaoyorozu supported herself up from his chest, accidentally pulling his tie loose, “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I tripped over a broken tile on the floor and –“

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal, “Todoroki grumbled, “Just be careful next time.”

The girl’s gaze lowered, having no care for herself, and noticed that they were literally pressed together, faces barely centimeters apart. She picked up her head, examining his translucent irises. They were the prettiest thing she had ever taken a note of, and he stared back at her. They were so close and in such a compromising position. So damn close.

Her mouth began to open agape, wanting to bring the discomfort to a permanent close. But rather than listen to whatever she had in mind, Todoroki leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. Yaoyorozu’s chest heaved once. Her eyes grew wide, thoughts spiralling into a mess that she had no desire to reorganize. The boy held onto her waist tighter, as if he wanted her to know that she was his alone, and after a minute, he pulled back. Both of them hurried to catch their breath, smiles teasing.

“I want…more, Todoroki, “Yaoyorozu gasped, “Please-“

Her sentence fell to an abrupt silence as he flipped her over.

“I guess Tokoyami’s gonna have to wait awhile.”

His tone was sensual and his voice aroused her interest even more than usual. Within seconds, their lips touched again. She wanted to ask him if he was enjoying it himself, but decided the way he let out the deep moan just now answered her question. Annoyed at the tie that fastened around his neck, her nimble fingers untwisted the knot, hauling it off him. He looked relieved at the sudden freedom and found his hand trailing up her skirt.

The tips of his fingers stopped right below the string of her thongs and both of them reciprocated their horror in the middle of tugging breaths.

What is that horrifying sound outside the door?

The door slammed open, hinges about to give in.

“YO GUYS, DID YOU-“ Bakugou cried out, right leg lifted from the kick on the door. He still had his maid outfit on but that wasn’t what he had issue with at that very moment.

“What the actual …fck,” His voice became feeble. The two, still lying on top of each other, stared back at their intruding guest, wondering what to do next.

Bakugou’s fight or flight response surged, retreating away from the obscene sight that he just laid his bare eyes on.

“Wait!” Yaoyorozu cried as Todoroki scrambled to get himself upright, “It is not what you’re thinking!”


“Calm down! Nothing happened!” Yaoyorozu said again, taking a glimpse at a quiet Todoroki. She extended an arm to catch Bakugou’s shoulder, “Could you listen?”


Disgust was etched deep on his face and Todoroki finally took a step forward, hands reaching down to grab the tie under him. Bakugou didn’t faze him one bit.

“If you choose to tell the others, I don’t really care,” was all Todoroki uttered, and began to drag Yaoyorozu along the halls; she, however, was flabbergasted at his implication.

Bakugou watched as they left, silenced by Todoroki’s straightforwardness. He thought for a second whether he was trying to provoke him. Bakugou could make anything related to Todoroki a challenge.

The reflections from nearby windows that whirled by the two made Yaoyorozu even more stunned. They were a mess. Unkempt hair and clothes dishevelled. Frankly, everyone else was upstairs enjoying the festival so they had time to gussy up.

She took a glance back at Bakugou’s receding figure and wanted to giggle. He looked like an angry lost lamb in an apron about to explode.


“Job well done, everyone!” Iida shouted as he did a bow in front of the class. The students slumped down on chairs and empty tables with however much energy they had left from the day’s work. Smiles gleaming, a few people gave each other a thumb’s up.

“Tokoyami, we are so sorry,” Yaoyorozu turned to apologize and Todoroki did a nod, “And Bakugou, thank you for grabbing the boxes at the end. We couldn’t find it at all!”

Bakugou didn’t face them, arms crossed. Yaoyorozu was quite good at acting.

“They were underneath the shelf, not on the racks,” Bakugou groaned, and his voice turned more like a whisper, “not that you two were looking for them anyway.”

“What did you say? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Shut it, I didn’t say nothin’.”

Todoroki did a lopsided grin. Bakugou was probably too embarassed to tell anyone about his encounter. Either that or he actually had a heart. 

“Speaking of which, you know that your picture is being circulated as the newest mobile wallpaper right?”


Yaoyorozu and Todoroki exchanged knowing glances as Bakugou chased the red riot hero down. 

Their secret should be safe for awhile. 


Bakugou Katsuki isn’t scared of anything. And though some people might argue otherwise, he’d torch them all, burn them straight to the ground.

Fear isn’t an emotion he’s able to admit he’s familiar with—among many other emotions.

Like the way he gets even hotter (if that’s even possible) when he looks in her direction, or when he sees her smile. It’s an emotion similar to infuriating he’s deduced, because he can only feel frustration when this happens.

Sometimes Uraraka catches him staring, and it makes her cheeks redder. Still, she always smiles awkwardly back, offers him a wave from time to time. Any acknowledgement however, is met with a grunt and the turning of his head away from her.

But Bakugou Katsuki is not a wuss. In fact, he’s anything but, and he takes what he wants, when he wants it. (Even if he’s not 100% sure of what he wants exactly.) And when they end up in the classroom alone together one afternoon after school, he takes the opportunity to touch his warm hands against her cheeks. He brushes his thumbs over the gentle redness on her cheeks, as though he’s painted the color on himself.

She doesn’t pull away, or twitch. Actually she’s completely content, happy even, as he notices her eyes flutter shut and her lips curl up into a slight smile. But after a moment of silence between them, she finally she opens her eyes and mouth to stammer, “B-Bakugou-kun? What are you-?”

“Shut up.” He says it bluntly, and follows it with a kiss, pressing his hot lips to hers harshly. He just wanted to know, needed to know, what it felt like. From the way she kisses back, her hands slowly coming to rest on his shoulders, it seems those awkward smiles and slight blushes were for a reasonshe wanted to know too.

Her lips are probably the softest things he’s ever touched, and he doesn’t want to stop. His heart trembles, and the fire which constantly boils under his skin, pools in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he’s a little scared of one thing, of this feeling…but that’s not something he needs to admit aloud.

QUARTET NIGHT LIVE Evolution 2017 - 2017/02/12 - REPORT Part ②

*Do NOT Repost*

Read Part ① here

They had intro music for ONLY ONE and it was really kakkoi!

And also about Shoutan’s hair!
You can barely see in photos, but one side of his hair was partly braided, one braid had green infused in it!

So, I know I scared a few of you by saying how I noticed Shoutan was off with part ① of my report.
I never seen anyone else mention about it at all, so I really wondered if it was only me who noticed?
So I asked my Japanese Shoutan friend, who, if there was anyone, would notice for sure. And she said she did notice he was off too. She said it could also be the technical difficulties they had which may have bothered Shoutan.
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who noticed, I knew I wasn’t imagining things!

Winter Blossom

There was a piano on stage and a silhouette next to it. IS THAT SHOUTAN?!??

He sat down, both me and Yukina screamed and were about to cry
He started playing!! 😭😭😭😭
A bit before his line starts in the song,
He stopped playing.

He picked up a mic that was sitting on top of the piano with his left hand.
We all kinda laughed

He got up, walked forward and paused.

Shoutan: Ne? (Hey?)

Waratte. (Smile)

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Auston Matthews- Play with me too

Request:  i just started following XD and i have a feeling that your page is gonna be amazing! would it be alright to request and Auston Matthews imagine where he takes y/n back to Arizona with him and all the little kids (like nieces and nephews) love y/n and want y/n to play games with them?

Author’s notes: I have no idea where this went but I’m actually pretty happy with it. I hope you enjoy!


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Until I Turn to Dust

(A/N) I can’t believe it took me until my last fic to include Declan and Matthew smh
It’s been so much fun writing for pynch week this year!!!! The prompts were fun and it was cool to see what everyone else’s takes on them were as well~
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, COMMENTING, AND PROVIDING SUCH AMAZING SUPPORT IN GENERAL I CAN’T THANK YOU ALL ENOUGH <3 You gave me the motivation I needed to actually sort of stay on schedule xD;;

I really hope you enjoy the final fic, and thank you so much again!! :’)

P.S. The Script song I used for the quote and the title of this chapter is very pynch in my opinion, please check it out!!

I fell for you and I never got up

I stay here forever ‘til I turn to dust

Just take every minute make it last for life

24/7 baby 3-6-5.

-“The Energy Never Dies” by The Script

Every moment of his waking life, and often his sleeping one too, Ronan feels like he has accidentally stumbled upon happiness.

He never thought he would meet someone like Gansey, who sticks with him even through all of Ronan’s worst hours, who was and always will be the friend that Ronan has needed more than anything. He never thought he would meet someone like Blue, who challenges him every day for being an asshole by also being an asshole, something he didn’t realize he loves as much as he does until she came into his life. He never thought he would start to get along with Declan, that he would actually maybe look forward to the times when all three Lynch brothers can be together.

And most of all, he never would’ve thought in a million years that he would meet someone like Adam Parrish. Someone who is so bright and sarcastic, someone who was given the shittiest hand in the entire world and through pure grit and determination got himself to someplace better. Someone who can and dares to fight back with Ronan but then can also pick him out of the dust and remains of his worst fears and give him something to hold onto. He’s been in love with Adam for two whole years, and not once during that entire time did he think he would ever get to kiss him. That Adam would kiss him back. That Adam goddamn Parrish would say yes when he asked him out.

But he did.

It hits Ronan especially hard in the early hours of the morning, when he’s watching Adam sleep peacefully beside him, that he is so incredibly lucky to have stumbled upon this kind of pure and relentless happiness. Just earlier, Adam had let Ronan leave kisses all over his body, especially his hands, and he’d blown Ronan so hard that minutes after he could still see nothing but stars and Adam Adam Adam. Ronan learned that Adam looks gorgeous with sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead and with that tiny little smile that Adam saves just for him. Ronan also learned that Adam is extremely ticklish on his ribcage, something that he plans to take full advantage of in the future.

He feels blessed every moment that Adam Parrish has let him be this close to him, for allowing him to love him and to be loved in return. Ronan is closer to Adam than anyone else has been before, he’s pretty sure, and it blows his mind.

It’s literally the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

When he wakes up that Sunday morning, Adam is practically sprawled on top of Ronan—not an unusual occurrence, considering that Adam’s mattress is the smallest thing in the entire universe—and Ronan has never felt so content and happy. There’s drool drying on his shoulder where Adam’s head lolls and one of his knobby knees is digging uncomfortably into Ronan’s thigh, but he never wants to move again. Adam smells like his pine-scented aftershave and oil and his warmth against Ronan is perfect enough to make him think he died and went to heaven.

Because this would be his heaven – getting to lie in bed with Adam for all of eternity, drawing his fingers gently through his incredibly silky hair and admiring his beautiful hands.

There is no place he would rather be so he refuses to get up, even though he knows Declan and Matthew will be here soon for church and that he actually needs to put a suit on. Instead he entertains himself by counting the freckles on Adam’s shoulder blades. He keeps losing track and having to start over again, but he’s at ninety-three when someone knocks concisely on the door, rousing Adam.

It’s obviously Declan, so Ronan stubbornly remains in bed as he calls out, “It’s open!”

Declan walks in, scans the room for a moment, and then swears and puts a hand over his eyes. “Jesus, you didn’t warn me you were indecent!”

“I’m always indecent,” Ronan snorts as a very sleepy Adam rolls off him and nearly onto the floor in an attempt to get up. “Relax, it’s not like we’re naked.”

A blessing that only occurred because Adam had predicted last night that they would not be able to wake up and get dressed before Ronan’s brothers appeared. Ronan loves how right Adam is about these things.

“What time is it?” Adam asks between a loud yawn that gives Ronan an amazing view of his teeth and bruised lips.

For this first time in his entire life, Ronan kind of wants to skip church.

“Nine – Ronan should’ve been ready ten minutes ago,” Declan says irritably, hands on his hips.

“We’re above the church, it’ll literally take us ten seconds to get down there,” Ronan argues as he pulls himself off of Adam’s mattress and pokes around the room in search of his dress pants. He knows he brought them to Adam’s place last night, but he lost track of them in the heat of the moment.

“And yet we’re still going to be late!” Declan snaps.  

Ronan ignores him and, finally finding his pants, starts to get dressed. Matthew, ever the ball of sunshine and never one to be deterred by his older brothers’ bickering, dashes into the apartment and nearly tackles Adam to the floor in what must be a spine-crushing hug. “Adam, my man! Are you joining us today?”

“No, I have some homework to catch up on,” Adam says as he awkwardly pats Matthew’s head. The idea of church has always been a little bit uncomfortable for Adam, Ronan knows, but he’s pretty sure he’s the only one who picks up on the uncertainty in his tone. “Say hi to Ms. Bertha for me, though.”

Ronan snorts loudly. “Ms. Bertha! Everything’s always about Ms. Bertha.”

He doesn’t actually have anything against the old lady; she’s been kind to Adam, like secretly leaving food on his doorstep or bringing him clothes she convinces him no one else will take, methods that Ronan greatly approves of. It’s just that every time he talks to her now she asks him things like: “How is Adam today?” or “Are you treating Adam well, Ronan? That boy deserves the world.” And while Ronan agrees, it’s fucking annoying; he hates having to talk about his feelings for Adam, especially to other people. It’s embarrassing.

Adam, knowing all of this, just smirks at him. His bedhead and the still sleepy look in his eyes makes Ronan want to pounce him. “You jealous, Lynch?”

“No, why? Should I be? Didn’t know you were into old hags, Parrish.”

Adam throws a pillow at him, making Ronan snicker. Declan scoffs loudly and taps the expensive watch on his wrist impatiently. “As riveting as this old married couple bickering is, we’re late, Ronan!”

“Christ, calm the fuck down will you?” Ronan snaps back, irritably tugging his tie on. “I’m ready, I’m ready – it only took me like two minutes!”

“And yet you can still never bother to be on time!” Declan rolls his eyes before grabbing Matthew and pulling him out the door. “Come on then!”

Ronan’s about to follow, complaining all the way of course, when Adam suddenly grabs his shoulder. “Wait.”

“Can’t get enough of me, Parrish?” Ronan teases, leaning into Adam and wrapping his arms around his waist.

Adam rolls his eyes, but doesn’t gift Ronan with the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, he just starts fixing his tie, his long fingers making deft work of the shimmery fabric. “You’ve been going to church every week of your life and you still can’t tie your tie properly.”

“It’s a fashion statement,” Ronan retorts, deciding to be annoying by attempting to kiss Adam while he straightens his tie.

“You’re a menace,” Adam says, making Ronan cackle. But suddenly Adam is pulling him forward by his tie, leaving a firm kiss on his lips. Ronan stares at him in wonder, his knees starting to wobble at the suggestive smirk on Adam’s face. “You’re much more attractive when your tie is on straight, though.”

“…Why do you always do this when I have to leave, Parrish?” Ronan groans, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Adam’s hair as he kisses him desperately.

“You only ever dress up when you’re going to church – what else am I supposed to do?” Adam teases, but Ronan is about two seconds from deciding to wear a tie for the rest of his life.

He’s about to say this out loud, but Declan’s annoying voice hollers up the stairs, “Ronan! We’re missing the service!”

Ronan growls and kisses Adam one more time before retreating reluctantly. “My suit will still be on afterwards, Parrish,” he says as he pounds down the stairs.

When he looks back up, Adam is leaning on the handrail, grinning at him. His hair is a mess and he’s wearing nothing but one of Ronan’s tanks and his boxers and for the millionth time Ronan is almost drawn back upstairs. “I look forward to it, Lynch.”

Declan pulls him away before he can say anything more, and Adam’s words replaying over and over again in his head is the only thing that keeps him from growling at him for it. Matthew sidles up beside him as they walk into the church, quietly sitting down in a pew near the back, and whispers, “You two are cute.”

Ronan blushes, but he can’t respond to that either because the service has already begun.

The three brothers fall into silence; going to church is the only time the three of them are still and quiet around each other instead of yelling and roughhousing. Ronan tries his best to pay attention to the sermon, but more often than not he finds his mind trailing back to Adam. He wonders what he’s doing right now, if his eyebrows are furrowed in that cute little expression of concentration he has, or what his hands look like working right now…

Every time, he has to forcibly derail his thoughts before they become too graphic for the inside of a church.

When the sermon is over and the space becomes open for confession, Ronan gets in line behind Declan, like he always does. As he’s waiting in line, he thinks about how different of a place he’s in now. He’s spent most of his life hating himself for who he is, either because of his dreams or because of his sexual orientation, and now he has a boyfriend, one that he loves openly and with his entire being. Declan, Matthew, and some nice old ladies (including Ms. Bertha) that are friends of the family know about Adam and don’t shun them for it. It’s amazing to him. He’s in love with another man and no one has struck him down yet.

But he still hasn’t said it out loud. He’s introduced Adam as his boyfriend to a select few people, but he’s never said those three little words, or told anyone else in words how much he loves Adam. Though part of it is because he’s extremely bad at talking about his feelings, he wonders now if part of him had always been afraid that something terrible would happen if he said it out loud. If it would somehow ruin his happiness instead of expanding it.

He thinks of Adam’s sleepy little smile and wonders if it’s time to stop being silent.

He makes up his mind right as Declan comes out of the confession box and pats him on the shoulder. The touch could mean anything, and probably means behave yourself, but Ronan likes to think of it as encouragement.

Ronan shuffles into the confession box and sits down. He can see nothing but the grated window and it makes it easier to pretend he’s alone, even though he can hear the minister breathing on the other end. He takes a deep breath, rubs his hands over his buzzed scalp. Father Arnold is always patient with him, more patient than Ronan thinks anyone in his entire life has ever been with him, and best of all doesn’t push him to talk. They’ve had many confessions where they just sit in silence, Ronan either struggling or disinterested in saying anything. As he takes his time finding his words, he knows that Father Arnold knows it’s him. He always seems to know, even though it’s supposed to be anonymous. To be fair though, Ronan is probably the only person who has sat here for years, fighting with himself to say out loud what he hadn’t even let himself think until recently.

His second secret. The one he’s kept so locked up that for a long time he’d even kept it from himself.

Except, it’s no longer a secret: he’s told himself, and maybe even more terrifying he’s showed Adam. He showed him his deepest darkest secret, and by showing Adam he’d also shown Declan, Gansey, Blue, Matthew, Henry, and those old ladies.

And now, for the first time in a long time, Ronan has something to say.

“Father, I have sinned,” Ronan eventually murmurs, though it still takes him a while to force the words out. He takes a deep breath and clenches his fists at his sides as he continues, “But it doesn’t feel like I’ve sinned.”

Father Arnold doesn’t even sound surprised as he says, “And what is it that you did?”

This part is even harder to admit. Ronan has never uttered it aloud, not even to Adam. He doesn’t know how to form the words in his mouth. He has kept this secret for so long that it’s hard to tell, even though he wants to.

“I kissed Adam Parrish,” he finally blurts out, and he feels free, elated, terrified. Something tight in his chest throbs and releases and suddenly he’s free falling, open and unrestricted but with absolutely no idea where he’s going to land. “You know, the guy who’s renting the room upstairs? I kissed him and asked him out and he said yes. And Father, it’s the best goddamn thing that has ever happened to me.”

Realizing belatedly that he shouldn’t have used that particular curse in confession, he mumbles, “Sorry.”

Father Arnold is silent for a long time, silent for so long that the wide open space inside Ronan starts to close up again and suddenly he’s purely afraid that he fucked up. That Father Arnold will break his code and go out and tell the bigots at the church and they’ll be shunned and mocked. Adam could lose his apartment and God Ronan hasn’t thought this through at all…

“Being in love is not a sin, Ronan,” Father Arnold finally says, and the use of his name almost surprises Ronan more than the actual words. “Love is compassion, and compassion is what makes this world our Lord has created great. Compassion is what makes connections, brings you fulfillment, and improves the lives of yourself and those around you. You hold so much compassion within you Ronan that I’m sure it must be hard for you contain it, but it is never a sin. You have found someone that means the world to you, and that is okay, even if he is another boy. You will help each other and grow together, and I sincerely believe that that is a good thing. The Lord is happy as long as you are happy.”

Ronan has no idea what to say to that, his heart is pounding so hard he isn’t sure he can say anything at all, but before he can figure it out Father Arnold continues, “Are you happy, Ronan?”

“Yes, Father,” Ronan replies immediately, his fingers loosening their tight grip on his pants. “Adam makes me so happy that I don’t know how to handle it sometimes.”

“Then you are where you are meant to be, my child,” Father Arnold says, and Ronan can hear the smile in his voice.

He swallows thickly. “Thank you, Father.”

And then he practically runs out of the confession box because he needs to move, to expel the sudden elated energy that explodes inside of him. He ignores Matthew’s surprised expression as he runs out of the church, feeling wild and hyper. He wants to laugh, he wants to cry, he wants to roll on the grass and set the world on fire because he feels so alive. Everything is going his way for once and he feels like he doesn’t have to hide who he is or be afraid.

He’s never felt so light and free in his entire life.

Declan is standing outside waiting for them when Ronan crashes out of the church like a crazy person, and he jumps a little as he looks up from his phone. “Ronan, what the hell—?”

But Ronan ignores him too and pounds up the steps back to Adam’s apartment, not even bothering to knock as he barges his way in. Adam is sitting exactly where he imagined he would be, huddled over his desk, his eyebrows furrowed as his brain works out what appears to be a complicated calculus problem.

He looks up as Ronan enters, not even surprised. The soft smile on his face makes Ronan’s heart soar even higher. “Hey, you. How did it go?”

Ronan doesn’t bother to reply, he doesn’t think he can express the flurry of emotions in his chest, so he just runs over and scoops Adam up in his arms, holding him as tightly as he can and swirling him around in a circle. Adam lets out a surprised yelp, looking frazzled as he grips onto Ronan for dear life. When Ronan sets him back down on the ground, he frowns and presses the back of his hand to Ronan’s forehead, like he’s worried he has a fever. “Are you feeling alright?”

And Ronan laughs, because really, what a question.

“I’ve never felt better in my goddamn life,” Ronan says, and he leans in to kiss Adam breathlessly, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you, Adam.”

It’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud, and it feels like a giant weight is lifted from his back. He feels like he could run a marathon, swim across an entire ocean, pull at least ten things out of his dreams at once. Seeing the startled look on Adam’s face, though, he hurries to add, “I don’t expect you to say it back or anything, I just…I just needed you to know.”

For a moment Adam just blinks at him, but then he’s smiling a shy smile and Ronan can’t help but lean in and kiss him again. When they part, Adam draws a finger down Ronan’s jaw and whispers, “I think that’s the first time anyone has ever said that to me.”

This piece of knowledge makes Ronan angry and sad and everything in between, but instead of indulging these emotions he just kisses Adam’s good ear and whispers back, “Then I’ll say it as often as you need to hear it. You deserve to hear it all the goddamn time, Adam.”

“Oh God, please don’t say it that often, I don’t think I can handle that,” Adam laughs shakily, and he’s blushing as Ronan presses another kiss to his lips. That’s fine – he won’t be able to say it that often either, if he’s being realistic. He’ll just throw it in when Adam needs the reminder.

Or when he’s least expecting it. That blush is doing wonders to Ronan’s heart.

“Hey, Matthew’s done – are you two lovebirds ready to go to lunch, or—?” Declan says, walking into the room right as Ronan had parted his lips so Adam could sneak his tongue into his mouth. “Jesus Christ!!”

“Declan, please, we’re above a church,” Adam says, and Ronan drops his head down onto his shoulder as he dissolves into laughter.

Declan opens his mouth and closes it again about three or four times before throwing his arms up into the air and stalking back out of the apartment. Ronan chuckles and hugs Adam’s waist, swaying gently as he kisses his neck. “You know, we could go for lunch, or we could do something else, taking full advantage of my suit…”

“Hm, I’m actually pretty hungry though,” Adam says and to Ronan’s utter dismay steps away from him and walks to his desk, stuffing his wallet and keys into his pockets and heading out the door. Ronan’s still gaping at him when he turns around to face him again, raising an eyebrow. “You coming?”

“Never mind, Parrish, I take it back!” he shouts, but he obviously doesn’t mean it as he runs to Adam, leaving one last kiss on his lips before they walk down to Declan’s Volvo, hand in hand.


A couple of weeks later they’re at the Barns, lazing around in the faint afternoon sunlight that lingers on the living room couch. Ronan is lying on his front, shirtless, and Adam is huddled next to him, absentmindedly tracing his tattoo with his calloused fingers. They’d been talking about meaningless things before and now are perfectly content to sit in silence, just appreciating the other’s warmth and presence. It’s a rare moment when Adam is fully caught up on work and school and Ronan wants to take complete advantage of it.

“Hey, you know?” Adam says quietly after a while. Ronan turns his head to the side to stare at him questioningly. But Adam just shakes his head and laughs to himself, pulling a hand through his sweaty hair. Ronan watches the action with way too much attention and interest. “Shit, that was the stupidest way to start this.”

Ronan is even more confused than before. “Just spit it out, Parrish.”

“I love you,” Adam blurts; his direct gaze on Ronan when he says it nearly shatters him. “I mean it – I’ve never been happier than I am when I’m with you, Ronan.”

“…Adam,” Ronan chokes, and for a horrifying moment he’s worried he’s going to start crying. He never could’ve guessed how intensely happy hearing Adam say that to him would make him, and he’s thus unprepared to deal with it. It hits him like a tidal wave and warms his entire body, leaving him shaking, ecstatic, and so very alive.

He tackles Adam, pressing down onto him as he hugs him as tightly as he can at this awkward angle. Adam laughs and wraps one arm around Ronan’s shoulders while using the other hand to caress the back of his head, his fingers automatically rubbing through the fuzz on top of Ronan’s head. “Ronan…!”  

“I love you too,” Ronan gasps, high from the way Adam had said his first name as he nuzzles into Adam’s neck. “God, I love you so fucking much.”

Adam laughs again, cutely embarrassed like he is every other time Ronan says it, and it just makes him love him more. “Careful, God might strike you down for saying that.”  

But Ronan knows God is chill with it, and that just seems to make today that much brighter. 

TMNT Raph x Reader: Sorry For The Pain (Part 1)

Originally posted by alltheturtlegifs

“Can you do a thing where like Raph accidentally hits a semi-shy reader and it was completely by accident but when she avoids him he just cracks from guilt? Can you make it kind of long please? Thanks ^-^

I kind of like the concept of a really really guilty Raph *cackles* and I’ll try to make it as long as I can I’m splitting into two parts:)

WARNINGS: Occasional Curses, Violence

“It says you have to put the sugar in the pan,” you mutter, your voice laced with confusion as you lift the cup full of sugar towards the stove. Before the contents of the cup could spill into the pan you’re startled by a panicked cry from beside you. With amazing speed and precision the cup is snatched away from your fingers and you’re pulled to the side counter away from the stove. 

Mikey scratches his head with relief, eyes crinkled with mirth as he laughs at your near accident. “Aha, maybe cooking isn’t your thing after all,” he nervously chuckles, “but we can order pizza and I’ll show you how to make a pizza smoothie! It’s easy, there’s no way to stuff it up. Unless you shove your fingers into the blender and turn it on,” he rambles, eyes clouding over a little and you can almost imagine him picturing the horrific scene in his mind. You shudder at the picture he’s painted for you and wring your hands together. 

“Um, okay. Thanks for that mental image, Mikey,” you grimace as you turn towards the bowl he had guided you to. 

“No worries! So, just mix that stuff up and then dump it into the pan and I’m pretty sure that will make the pancake,” he exclaims, clapping his green hands together and turning back to the stove, humming a tune beneath his breath. You raise an eyebrow and grip the whisker laying on the counter, about to get to the task he had set for you. 

You briefly wonder about the other brothers, where were they, they must have come back from patrol by now. Mikey was tasked with entertaining you as it was deemed to be a quiet night by Leo and he thought that some quality time between Raph and himself might serve to patching up the rough relationship between the two. Raph. A blush crawls up your neck as that particular turtle appears in your mind. 

He was so rough, angsty, mean, tough and untamed and he was an enigma that fascinated you to no ends. You were quiet to the outside world, slightly shy and unable to engage in a proper fight with the fear of being ripped apart by your opponent. Polar opposites to Raph yet you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. You knew that he wouldn’t pay you any heed. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” A voice roars from the lounge area, startling you into knocking the bowl full of ingredients off of the counter. A dull but loud thud and a grunt of pain sets your heart into a panicked fluster of beats. Both you and Mikey share a concerned glance before you race to see what had happened. 

You enter the room and your eyes widen at the chaos that has broken loose. The entire area is completely trashed, broken objects scattering the floor everywhere and hazardous glass shards strewn across the carpet. Your gaze is drawn towards the centre of the room in which two figures are beating down upon each other, punches raining from left, right and centre. Loud grunts and curses are clearly heard along with the brutal sound of violence echoing throughout the lair.The breath leaves your body as you recognise the two fighters: Leonardo and Raphael. 

Leo is brought to the ground after a direct hit to his jaw and is pinned to the ground by the leading warrior. You think that maybe Raph will stop after seeing he had brought down his opponent but your mouth falls open with horror as he continues to raise his fist and bring it downwards upon his vulnerable brother. Leo struggles with blocking the hits, unable to find an opening to retaliate with his own. 

Donnie rushes forward, appearing from within his lab in an attempt to break up the death match. However, although it is a valiant effort, an elbow to the face from Raph swiftly launches Donnie backwards. 

Mikey, who had followed you out of the kitchen, shares a hesitant look with you. “Stay here and stay back!” He warns you before launching forward, nunchucks drawn. Leo grunts in protest as Mikey is knocked backwards and away from the fight. 

And then there’s you, armed with only a cooking whisker. Raph would never hurt you, despite his aggravated behaviour. If he saw you he would never intentionally hit you. The idea that Raph won’t see you doesn’t cross your mind. 

You propel yourself forward, hoping that if you get the element of surprise you may be able to knock Raph off guard and get him to come to his senses. You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, Leo’s safety was your first priority you don’t even register the amount of danger you subjected yourself to. 

You land on Raph’s shell and you see Leo’s eyes widen as far as they could, his mouth opening to yell a warning. In an attempt to stop the fight or at least make it pause you begin to tug on Raph’s shell with all your might, trying to throw him off balance.

It happens as if it is in slow motion. His body twists, muscles rippling and clenched teeth bared. Raph has had enough of being interrupted.  A large arm is pulled back into position before being launched in your direction, a balled fist directed to make impact on the side of your face with all the force he could muster from within his being. If you were one of his brothers this would put you down for at least a couple minutes to recover. If you were human it would break your jaw. Your eyes widen as you realise what is about to happen and you’re too late in raising your hands as his fist meets its target like a sledgehammer. The sheer force behind the blow sends you spinning and airborne, landing on your back as the impact takes the air out of you. Black stars cloud your vision and your left gasping for air as you lay in shock, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. Everything is silent for a split second and you’re almost numb as the hit registers with your body.

 And then you feel it. 

It was slow at first, a stinging ache blooming throughout the right side of your face. Then it registered and the onslaught of feelings washed over you like a tidal wave as an agonising pain rips through your entire being. You curl up immediately, clutching your jaw as you keel over onto the floor, a gurgled cry ripping itself from your throat. It was almost primal, you never intended to scream but the pain itself took over your body, you had never felt this much agony in your entire lifetime. 

Violent sobs rack from your body and everything seems entirely surreal, it felt like this was just a bad dream, a nightmare. This couldn’t be reality. Arms wrapped around your shoulders as chaos ensued in your surroundings. Voices were screaming and you knew that the fight had stopped. 

“Fuck! I’m so sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, are you okay? It’s okay!” The words repeat themselves in your ear like a broken record and somewhere in the unaffected part of your mind you realise that the person speaking has gone into a form of shock. Almost as if they were unable to register what had happened. 

“Move away from her, Raph” One voice shouts, fury burning through their tone. 

“Is she okay, Donnie?” A distressed cry from another. 

“I need to see if you’ve broken her jaw,” An almost clinical voice claims as the arms holding you slip away. Your moment of disorientation is gone and you can finally register your surroundings. Your eyes land on the figure before you through your watery gaze. Your jaw is hanging loose and open, you were unable to close it without feeling extreme bouts of pain. It almost feels like it had been unhinged.

“It’s been dislocated but not broken, I’ll need to pop it back into place.” 

At Donnie’s words, your eyes roll into the back of your head and the black stars once again consume your vision. 

Cliche ending yeah I know but I needed to end it before I ended up writing a full fanfiction XD Part 2 will be up soon. I’m not very happy with the quality of this but it’s all i can give you right now my friend :)

Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PART 7.

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner everyone <3 Thanks for your patience xD Apparently my free weekend, ended up with an impromptu random family friend of my dad’s inviting themselves over to our house, so we have to go tour them around today (sigh). So I banged out this update x_x and I wanted to post it right away! I’ll probably be answering messages and inboxes during the long car ride. I can’t wait! I missed you all! Enjoy :)

Originally posted by mochixhamster

           The entire crowd reacted with a mixture of gasps and squeals.

           "Um… give us a second.“ You chuckled nervously.

           You tugged at Yoongi’s hand, turning him towards you, and whispered frantically, "What do you think you’re doing?”

           "You can’t go with him.“ Yoongi stated.

           "Why not?”

           "What if he’s… you know?“

           "All the more reason to go with him!” You argued.

           "Absolutely not. He could take you to some secluded area and–“

           "We’re not doing this right now, Min Yoonji.” You hissed.

           "I got this. Don’t worry.“

           "What do you –”

           "We both have dates already. That’s why.“ Yoongi turned around, displaying his brightest smile.

           Surprisingly, there was a collection of disappointed "Aww’s” from the crowd, to which you raised an eyebrow towards them questionably.

           "Oh, I had no idea.“ Prez smiled warmly. "Boyfriend?”

           "Um…just an old friend.“ You blushed, making it up as you went. "I didn’t think anyone would ask me at first…so I had asked him to come along…”

           "Too bad.“ Prez chuckled. "Definitely save a dance or two for me then.”

           "I’m so sorry.“ You handed the flowers back, a bit disheartened. But Prez wrapped his fingers around yours and nudged the flowers towards you.

           "Don’t be. These flowers were yours regardless of your answer. I’ve been wanting to give you something like this for awhile now.” he smiled warmly.

           You couldn’t hide your giddy grin. “I love them.”

           Prez’s stare lingered on you for a few more seconds than Yoongi liked, but he held it in because your expression of absolute happiness and gratefulness hindered him from acting selfishly. Who was he to stop your face from looking like that? All the while, he was slowly being reminded of all the things he didn’t do for you. Why had you stayed with him for so long back then?

           "I’ll see you around, Y/N.“ Prez waved and the crowd dispersed with him.

           You continued to play around with the flowers lovingly, while Yoongi was submerged in his own vortex of dark thoughts. You noticed his peculiar silence and looked up to catch him with his concentrated, blank expression, which always meant he was thinking too hard about something.

           "Yah.” You poked his forehead. “Why did you skip practice to come all the way here?”

           He blinked and glanced at you in front of him. “I just…I just…”

           I was jealous and selfish.

           The words fell dull at the tip of his tongue.

           "You were right anyway.“ You shrugged, buying his fake excuse for stopping you earlier. "It’s probably for the best I didn’t get carried away with my desire to go to a dance with a date for once.”

           Yoongi shut his eyes. He was supposed to have asked you back then, but you two had broken up before the dance, then you had completely disappeared from his life soon after.

           "Do you not feel good?“ Your hand was at his forehead. "Let’s take you to Mr. Park.”

           Yoongi nodded, willing to use any lame reason to have all your attention on him for any amount of time.

           "You really must not be feeling well. You’re not making any snarky comments. Come on.“ You held onto his hand. "Ji– Mr. Park wanted to talk to us anyway. This is perfect.”

           Yoongi clasped your hand tighter, reveling in the feeling once again. He needed to pull himself together. No good can come from his clouded mind, especially with a mission as dangerous as this one.

           Just for a little while. Just for a few moments. He wanted to be Min Yoongi and Y/N. Not secret agents. Not students. Not anyone, but yourselves.

           But this would have to suffice for now.

           You knocked brightly on Jimin’s office door, despite the sign reading “Do Not Disturb”. But if you knew Jimin, he had installed cameras to monitor the outside of his office and was doing so at the moment.

           "Y/N. Yoonji.“ He welcomed you two in fake pretense, in case anyone passed by. "Thanks for coming. How’re your injuries from the incident?”

           As soon as the door shut though, Jimin’s demeanor turned grim. It sent shivers down your spine, and apparently Yoongi’s too because he tightened his grip on your hand, pulling you closer.

           "This mission is a lot more complicated and dangerous than we had anticipated.“ he solemnly stated.

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Two Year Tumblr-versary!

   Holy moly ya’ll. I can’t believe it has been 2 years already! Feels like just yesterday I was bookmarking CC on here and finally decided to make a Simblr. I remember being so nervous to even reach out to anyone and I’m really happy I did. I have made some of the best of friends on here! Having a simblr was more than just the sims to me, it was about meeting new people and friends. 

   My situation as a military wife is extremely hard and making friends irl is just near to impossible because of always moving. Ya’ll have kept me thriving and never bored and just yea, this saved me. I thank ya’ll from the bottom of my heart<333 SO, instead of a “Follow Friday” I decided to do a Follow Forever with a few honorable mentions. Love you all!

My Best Friends;

@myfireheartt: I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. You are hands down the ultimate best friend<3 Thank the heavens we were actually able to hang out last summer! I don’t know where my life would be if you were not in it. Thank you for being my best friend boo!

@selaronosims: To my first friend on here! I have and always will look up to you. From our long conversations about our babies, to playing WoW with your boys. Thank you for being a shoulder to lean on<3

@coliswonderland: In the last few months I have really gotten to know you! We were always friends from a far but now we talk everyday xD You are my go to girl anything CC! It helps we are both HP fanatics haha.

@lizillasimming: I LOVE YOU. No, seriously, I do. One of the happiest and upbeat person I have the pleasure of knowing<3

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@this-nerdy-sim: Another one of my HP lovers and amazing friend! I love how you always see the good in people and it makes me happy when you really let loose! You deserve all the happiness in the world hun.

Follow Forever;

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Really hoping I didn’t miss anyone! I love each and every one of my followers and the people I follow <3 Ya’ll mean the world to me! Thank you so much for always bringing a smile to my face! Happy Simming!

What it’s Like to Be Bisexual

About the flag

The bisexual flag was created on December 5, 1998 by Michael Page. Page felt that although the rainbow flag was great, that bisexuals deserved a flag of their own. The pink/magenta stripe represents same-sex attraction, the blue stripe represents opposite-sex attraction and the lavender stripe represents attraction to both.

What does bisexual mean?

To me bisexuality is the potential to be able to love two or more genders.

Myths and Misconceptions:

  • People thinking bisexuality is just a sexual thing and reacting to you coming out in the same way they’d react to you randomly saying you have a foot fetish or bondage kink.
  • People have stereotypes about you that you sleep around a lot and won’t have a solid stable relationship for a long time and think you’re really sexual
  • People often think that bisexual people cannot like non binary or trans persons. They are wrong!! Whatever the two or more gender identities a bi person is attracted to is not exclusively within the gender binary.
  • Another one is “Aren’t you just half gay and half straight?” NOOOOO I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE HAD TO REPEAT THAT NO.
  • One of the most common myths is that bisexuals are always down for a threesome. No. NO.

What is it like to be bisexual?

  • Being bi is awesome for several reasons, but I think the best one is that your options are open; you can date almost anyone. Of course, it sucks when you realise that literally everyone else in your town is straight, but hey, I got over it pretty quickly xD. I’m only out to certain people irl, but to pretty much everyone online, and the latter have always been supportive (at least the ones whom opinions matter to me), which I’m very grateful for. However, the people I’ve come out to irl didn’t take it that well. My parents (especially my dad) are still getting over it, and besides them, only three of my friends know. My best friend was weirded out, but doesn’t really give a s*** anymore, and my two other friends were very surprised, one almost vomited (rude, but whatever). I don’t really care what they think, I’m me and have no intent on changing, so they can either accept me for who I am or gtfo of my life, please and thank you. It didn’t make a big difference when I accepted that I’m bi, I was finally able to relate my feelings to something. Also realise that I’ve had a crush on one of my friends (none of the ones above) for several years now, but that’s a story for another day.
  • I thought I was straight for a long time but girls always made me nervous and I didn’t know why. I thought it was because I didn’t relate to them but it turns out those were nervous crushy feels, not outsider feels! I’m so happy to have come to terms. I’m still figuring it out because even though it was under the surface for a long time I didn’t “come out” to myself until after I met my male partner.
  • You don’t just get nervous around the same or opposite sex, YOU ARE NERVOUS AROUND EVERYBODY IT SUCKS
  • I’m a 21 year old dude from Cincinnati. I’m bisexual. I’m mostly closeted and there’s only a few of my friends I’ve come out to. I’m afraid to tell my parents because they will probably kick me out of the house or maybe worse. I was raised Baptist so I was always told homosexuality was a “sin” and I suppressed my sexuality for a long time. I was afraid of what would happen if I told people. I know I saw many students in all years of school who were openly gay and they were bullied and harassed nearly every day. It’s not until about 4 years ago that I finally realized/accepted I was bi. And I’m not exactly sure how it’s affected me so far. I censor myself around people who I’m not out to. And I know that they would be supportive. But there is still that stigma and all that harassment I’ve seen. I fear coming out. I’m privileged in a way. If I want to hide my sexuality I can. I can simply pretend to be straight. But that forces me to suppress the other half of myself. And I guess sometimes I feel a little bit trapped.
  • What it’s like to be bisexual:
    • Making a s*** ton of bi puns
    • Making bi jokes
    • Constantly being invalidated
    • Never knowing if you can be open even when talking to someone from the LGBT+ community
    • Crying because there’s no representation
    • Lesbian and gay individuals always talk over us when discussing issues regarding the bi community
    • No one ever talks about bisexuals who aren’t attracted to the binary genders
    • Answering no to the “Are you straight?” and “Are you gay then?” questions and not offering more explanation for fun
    • I don’t think I have ever seen the bs of “Do I date my female crush or male crush?” dilemma irl
    • Wanting to scream “bisexual” or “bisexuality” when someone treats these words like they’re dirty and shouldn’t be uttered.
    • Saying “I’m gay” even though you technically are not.
    • Your parents/older people saying that it would just be easier to say you were gay instead of bi
  • I’m still trying to figure it out, it can be confusing. I’ve grown up in my home and in an environment that tells me you’re either gay or you’re straight. So I always felt confused as to why I liked guys, but also liked girls. I’m out to only my closest friends. And I’m still coming to terms with it. The best advice I can offer is that you have to be patient with your self discovery.
  • When you crush on/get into a relationship with someone and you aren’t out to them yet, you’re constantly afraid to tell them you’re bi because of biphobia in both the gay and straight communities.
  • So I’m bisexual bi the way and it’s taught me about how I view relationships and how I view gender roles. I currently have a boyfriend, and have had feelings for boys and girls in the past. I won’t let my bf buy our meals every time we go out; we both buy each other flowers. I think there’s less pressure for either of us to fit into a certain role (sometimes we like to be traditional, not always). It’s just nice to be us.
  • What it’s like to be a young bisexual
    • They say I’m gay when I’m with girls and straight when I’m with guys
    • Starting to doubt my attraction to one gender when I’m with someone of the other
    • People waiting for you to come out as your “real” sexuality
    • Having to come out even if people know the gender of your partner
    • Feeling to straight for the LGBTQ community but not straight enough for everyone else
    • After you come out they still assume your partner is one of the other gender unless you say they’re not
  • I’m a bi trans guy. Coming out into a very supportive environment, with my peers anyway, was quite a relief. For a while I called myself nonbinary and queer. Before I came out, many of my supportive friends assumed I was pan. It was hard when I was first questioning my sexuality at first I wanted to call myself but that was before my transition and all of the bi girls I saw were called fake and I didn’t want to be grouped with them. For a while I set aside my sexuality to question my gender. My “lesbo mom” as I like to call her, was so proud of me. Coming out to my father has been a rollercoaster of good and bad, he still won’t let me come out to my little half sisters. My mom is mostly supportive, but we’ve fought more. She has let me come out to some extended family. Questioning my sexuality was difficult because for a while my attraction towards guys was basically gone for a long while. Me being me, I came out to my friends by deepthroating a cucumber. There was a lot of “impressives” going around and one person said “I thought you were into ladies”. To which I replied “I’m flexible”.
  • My life as a bisexual person has been interesting. I’ve faced discrimination from within and outside of the community, but I’ve loved finding people who understand that I just love and am attracted to human beings of all gender identities!
  • What is it like to be bisexual? Great, I love it. Also a lot of people will give hate so be careful. Ttyl bi.
  • When I was younger I had no idea that bisexualty existed. I thought that I had to be either straight or gay. I was confused and scared. I tried and tried to force myself to be straight and every time I was attracted to a girl I’d end up feeling worse and worse about myself. That changed when I found the online community. I learned about bisexuality. I learned that other people feel the same way that I do. It was incredibly validating. It still took a very long time to fully accept myself, considering I’d done so much to change how I felt. Of course, as much as online communities were great, there was the whole bi discourse. That kinda set me back a ways in feeling good about my orientation, especially because I was a lot more comfortable with my attraction to men, since I never policed myself on that. Outside of online, I was super lucky to have people be mostly accepting. My coming out to my group of friends started a chain reaction of everyone in the group feeling comfortable to come out as some LGBT+ orientation. My mom had no idea and did nothing but apologize for using gay as a slur for months after I came out. When I came out to my dad he made it clear that he still expected me to end up with a man, and that hurt. Which reminds me, I hate how much the LGBT+ community as a whole prioritizes my attraction to women, while straight society prioritizes my attraction to men. I’m bi. Neither my attraction to men or to women defines me. My attraction to more than one gender defines that part of me. And it also overlooks that I can be attracted to people who aren’t men and aren’t women as well.

Tips for being bisexual:

  • I always like dropping little hints, like I’d wear bracelets in the colors of the flag, or paint my nails, or wear earrings with the pattern, small things like that. So far, people are oblivious to it, but I’m not surprised. I live in an in-the-middle-of-nowhere country, where people are just now being introduced to gay people, so bi’s don’t exist for them. I’m waiting for the day someone will notice though xD.
  • Make your boundaries and what you want in relationships clear. Really I think that’s a good tip for anyone of any orientation, but for bisexuality, with there being so much misunderstanding around it, you have to make a lot of effort to clarify things, so if you’re upfront about things it can make everything a little easier on you.

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BTS reaction: Them being shape shifters and having their cute ears and tail pop out after a kiss.

A/N: This was so cute, I was fangirling just imagining how they would look. I just can’t even right now. Anyways I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made. Requests are open.

Requested by: Anonymous 

Request: “  Can you make all bts members reaction where they are (mammal) shifter. So they’re kissing you, then when you pulled away from their kiss, you tell them that their animal ears and tail are just popped out accidentally? P.S. I think they gonna look cute and adorable with their ears and tail XD 


  I see Jin looking at you, then reaching up and touching his ears.He would blush slightly and try hiding them again.He will start acting silly because of the shyness as well

Originally posted by choazy

Min Yoongi/Suga:

  As the serious type I see him pouting. “I am not cute, I am scary!” but no matter what he says, to you he will always be cute. After you start pinching his cheeks, Yoongi will start slowly turning into a cute little fluffy baby.

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Jung Hoseok/Jhope:

 I feel like Hobi will stay silent for a second and then lay his head onto your lap.”Jagya, jagya, pet me!” he will start acting silly. It will be a cuteness overload.You won’t be able to say no, not like you want to. He is just too adorable.

Originally posted by jungsoojung

Kim Namjoon/Rap Monster:

  Jooni would start laughing from embarrassment and try to hide his ears with a hoodie or something. He will look around a lot and maybe even blush a bit, but he won’t be able to run away from you. When you pat his head he will stop moving around, he will lay onto your lap and stay there. I think Namjoon likes being patted.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Park Jimin:

  Jimini will start blushing and smiling widely, as wide as he possibly can. He won’t be able to keep himself in one place and will start moving around. When you look at him, you will decide that you want to touch his ear.He would be shocked, but also a bit happy. Yup he likes being scratched behind the ear.

Originally posted by kookiemonster1997

Kim Taehyung/V:

 Tae is very playful. The moment his ears pop out, he would look at you and try to brush it off and kiss you again. But your eyes would be glued onto his cute and fluffy ears.Out of curiosity you might trow a stick and the moment he brings it back you will know that Tae won’t stop playing. 

Originally posted by ohparkjimin


  I feel like kookie would be a bit serious, but at the same time blush. When you ask him if you can touch his ears, at first he would say no, because he thought it wasn’t manly. After you beg him, Jungkook would finally let you touch them, which will lead to him placing his head onto your lap and you patting him. Keep in mind that if you want to have him like this for a long time, you will need lamb skewers.The boy needs a treat when he is good.

Originally posted by yngissi

Christmas Miracle

RequestImagine with George Weasley! when the reader sneaking out with him on Christmas Holidays while they are staying at Hogwarts, they are spending whole night together, giving each other smol cute gifts and running away from Flinch (I knooow that Christmas are so far away but I’m reading Philosopher’s Stone and I have those vibes you know 😂). @bluegreyme

Word Count: 2557

Author’s note: TYSM for this request! It now has me in those Christmas feels. Imagine Christmas at Hogwarts xD. It would be soooo much fun to explore an empty castle. I loved writing this, and I hope you love it as well!

Christmas was her favorite season of the year. It has been ever since she was a little girl. The holiday songs, decorations, food, presents, and most importantly snow always filled her heart with warmth during the cold holiday. She had already packed everything up to go home for the holidays, but that was before her Barn Owl came through the dorm window with a letter from her parents stating that they wouldn’t be able to celebrate at home for the Winter holidays. Her parents both had to work throughout the break, and would rather Y/n stay at Hogwarts than be alone.

Now, instead of drinking eggnog and eating sugar cookies by the fire she was forced to spend her holidays at Hogwarts without her usual holiday traditions. Staying at Hogwarts still had it’s perks; The House elves still cooked some amazing food for the few students who did stay, and since the halls were empty it was much easier to explore the castle than usual. However, none of those thoughts were able to put her back in her usual jolly holiday spirit.

She sighed into her palm that was resting against her chin as she pushed around some food on her plate not really having much of an appetite anymore. She was just about to get up to head back to the y/h common room before two identical red-heads sat down on either side of her.

“Y/n, love why the long face? It’s the holidays!” Fred exclaimed while he plopped himself down right beside her with his elbows rested against the table.

George smiled as he rested a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “No one should have a frown on the holidays. Especially not while at Hogwarts over the holidays. I mean have you ever stayed here before? It’s like a haven for us with no one here.”

“Yeah,” started Fred again, “we are able to prank Filch a lot more over the holidays, and the best part-” they both smiled at you before saying in unison, “no classes!”

Y/n’s frown turned up only a little as she whined back, “Look, I appreciate you guys trying to cheer me up right now, but I love Christmas. It’s my favorite time of the year, and now since I can’t participate in my usual holiday traditions…It just doesn’t feel like Christmas.” She pushed her plate away, crossed her arms, and laid her head down on the table. She knew she was acting like a brat, but this was the first year ever that she had to spend Christmas entirely away from home. She only stayed in that position for a second before she abruptly stood up and began to walk away.

Y/n walked only a few feet before she turned back around to address the two again, “I’m sorry, I just really want to be alone with my thoughts so I can fully take in the fact that this really just isn’t Christmas this year. I know I’m a brat just- I’m sorry.” She turned and walked off without a reply from either Weasley twin.

Fred looked at the girl with his face squished together before stating, “geez, I guess that’s what we get for trying to cheer up someone.” He spun around in his seat so he faced the table properly before dishing out some food on a plate.

George however, never took his eyes off the frustrated girl. Instead his mind began to brainstorm of ways to put the cheerful holiday spirit back into Y/n. 

Y/n finally emerged from her bedroom at 11 am the next day. She still had no motivation to do anything, and considering it was Christmas Eve today she really just wanted to sleep the entire day away. However, she couldn’t ignore the grumbling in her stomach any longer. She emerged from the y/h common room door to a surprise, George Weasley was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, head looking up towards the ceiling. 

“George? What are you doing?” She giggled when the boy jumped from the sudden noise breaking the silence he had been sitting in for quite awhile. 

“Bloody hell, don’t scare me like that Y/n.” He pushed himself up off the wall and walk towards her with the corners of his mouth almost touching his ears, “Well, I know how bummed out you’ve been as of late, and I just wanted to spend the day with you to show you how much fun you can still have at Hogwarts.”

Y/n’s small smile turned back into a frown before she answered, “That’s very kind of you George, but honestly I really was just going to grab some food and go back to bed.” She tried to walk around him, but George grabbed her arm before she could get too far away. 

“Please, just let me try Y/n. If you’re not happy by this evening then I’ll leave you alone the rest of break. Deal?” He stuck out his hand offering it to the girl. Y/n moved her right hand forward and connected them together before shaking it up and down.


“Okay so tell me why this is going to be so funny?” Y/n and George just came back inside the castle from making some snowballs and were now about to attempt to charm them to hit the back of Filch’s head. “Wait, haven’t you done this before?”

“Well, technically yes, but never to Filch. I just feel like it will be twice as funny, because Filch acts like a moron sometimes. Just watch.” They were both hiding behind a curtain that acted as a secret hallway passage. Filch was just starting to walk by when George bewitched a snowball to follow and eventually collide with the back of Filch’s head.

Y/n bit back a laugh as Filch began to turn around frantically searching for whoever just hit him in the head with the ball of snow. Filch walked in circles like a puppy chasing his tail before looking up at the ceiling, and then at Ms. Norris who only purred at the side of his feet. 

Filch shrugged his shoulders and began to walk again before another snowball collided with the back of his head once again. This time Filch let out a gruff, “Who’s there?!” He yelled back down the hall only to be greeted with complete silence. He looked up and spun around again before screaming, “Peeves I swear if that’s you I’ll go to Dumbledore and have you thrown out!” He raised his fist in the air while spinning around looking up at the ceiling again in all directions. 

“Man he really is a complete git.” George whispered with a small chuckle leaving his lips. He looked over at the smiling girl who was now turning red from trying to hold in her laughter. “Do you want to try Y/n?”

“What? Oh I don’t know George. Pranks aren’t usually my area of expertise.” She shrugged and looked back towards Filch trying to contain her laughter as Filch began to ask the pictures around him if they saw anything. 

“Oh Y/n come on this is newbie stuff. Ron could even do this. Come on now.” He placed a snowball in her hand before turning back to look at Filch from the crack in the curtain. Y/n took a deep breath and casted the spell leading it out of the curtain and towards Filch. However, she hadn’t been paying attention to the direction Filch was just facing.

“Y/n no wait!” George whispered yelled, but it was too late. The snowball emerged from behind the curtain and was hurtling towards Filch hitting him square in his nose. Filch was taken aback by the sudden feeling of the snowball colliding with his face, but he recovered in an instant hurtling himself towards the curtain on the wall.

“Run!” George grabbed Y/n’s hand and began to drag her in the other direction towards the curtain at the other end of the hallway. Y/n’s heart began to race from the adrenaline of possibly getting caught, and soon her feet began to run on their own. Once they got to the opposite end of the hallway George threw open the curtain and dashed off to the left towards the staircases. 

“Wait you two! Come back here!” Filch’s screams were getting closer and soon he would catch them.

“George, please tell me that you have some kind of plan?” Y/n’s panic becoming evident in her voice as they ran down the stairs and towards the Hufflepuff common room.

“Well, this isn’t really when I wanted to start my next activity, but just follow me.” George threw open a door Y/n never really paid much attention to before and hurtled herself inside while George was holding it open. After Y/n was safely inside he threw himself in closing the door as he went.

“Master Weasley, it’s so very good to see you again!” Y/n jumped and turned around at the sound of a squeaky little voice coming from behind her. 

“Dobby, it’s good to see you as well, have you ever met Y/n Y/l/n  before?” George nodded in Y/n’s direction while the house elf’s smile grew even bigger.

“Oh, Dobby is so very happy to make new friends. Especially ones of master Weasley’s!” Dobby stepped forward and Y/n held out her hand towards the elf so he could shake it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Dobby. Might I ask where exactly are we?” she began to look around before she noticed all the cooking wares around the great room.

“Well, you be standing in the kitchens of Hogwarts! Master Y/l/n. It’s where we elves prepare the meals.” Dobby looked up happily towards her before grabbing her hand and pulling her further into the room.

“Say, Dobby, do you mind if me and Y/n use the kitchen for a bit? Then later can we take some snacks?”

“Oh, certainly! Master Weasley, and Y/l/n are always welcome here.” Dobby stated before bowing and walking away towards the other house elves who just look a little disgruntled to see them there.

“Come on, Y/n let’s make some cookies.” George walked over to one of the stoves and turned it on before grabbing some of the ingredients they would need. 

Y/n only stood in her place with a small smile beginning to form on her lips, she coughed and then hid the smile before replying, “No, George you move aside. I only like them a certain way, and you’ll just ruin them I’m sure.”

“Kinda like how you ruined the prank and almost got us caught?”

“Oh- shut up Weasley.”

The two had joked around in the kitchen all afternoon. Preparing the cookies put Y/n back into her usual happy self, and now the two were sitting by the fire in the y/h common room munching on the sugar cookies they had just prepared in the kitchen. The two had been talking in the common room for hours, and it was getting really late into the night, but neither showed signs of tiredness, not yet anyway.

“Okay, so tell me why are you so upset about spending the holiday here?” George sipped some of the cocoa they had stolen from the kitchen and looked deep into her y/c/e eyes.

“Okay, well I told you yesterday George I always have these holiday traditions with my family. They usually consist of; baking about a dozen sugar cookies, decorating the Christmas tree while listening and dancing to holiday music, exchanging goofy gifts on Christmas eve night, and playing in the snow Christmas morning. That’s just to name a few though because we have so many that we do as a family, and it’s just my favorite time of the year, because we are truly all together during this time. It’s always made me so happy to have me and my parents goofing around like that. However, this year I just feel like they wanted to celebrate without me.” Y/n adverted her eyes from George’s and took another small bite out of her cookie.

“Oh that’s rubbish and you know it. Your parents would be more than happy to see you on Christmas! It’s not your fault that they got caught up working. You really shouldn’t be so hard on yourself you know.” He leaned forward and slowly put his arm around the girl and she leaned her head against his shoulder with a sigh.

“Thank you George, I know that they would have me at home if they could and I know I’m being a brat about it all. I just can’t help it because I really just wish everything would slow down. I feel like I’m growing up too quickly and I don’t want those little traditions to end you know?” Y/n picked her head up from his shoulder to look into his eyes. A small blush grew on her face as she gazed and took in all his handsome features. The light of the fire was illuminating his face so his eyes sparkled, his nose had a hint of red to it, and his hair was perfectly cascading over his eyebrows. He looked so dreamy right then. 

“Well, new traditions can always be made you know?” George turned his face to look directly at the girl, his face leaning in towards hers as he finished, “I don’t know about you, but I liked the little traditions we made today.”

Y/n gasped as she slowly leaned up towards his red lips as she licked her own wetting them, “me too.” she whispered before their lips softly touched. 

Soon, George’s hand went to the back of Y/n’s neck bringing her face closer to his as he pushed his tongue through his mouth attempting to gain access to the inside of hers. Y/n eagerly gave him access as she slowly laid back against the armrest of the couch, George following her every movement gradually moving on top of her.

Their tongues danced on the inside of each other’s mouths as Y/n ran her hands underneath his shirt feeling his abs on her fingertips before slowly moving their way to his back. George received shivers at the sudden feeling of her warm fingertips grazing along his back. He had wanted to kiss her for so long, and this was quite possibly the best present he ever received.

All too soon though the kiss was broken by Y/n who had desperately needed to come up for air, “That is certainly one tradition I hope sticks around.” She giggled between breaths as George shifted his body to lie parallel with the back of the couch wrapping his arms around the girl in the process. Y/n shifted her body so that her back was pressed against George’s front side, so she could be his little spoon.

“I will make sure that this tradition sticks from here on out.” He laughed and kissed the back of her neck before nestling into her hair. The two where just about asleep before Y/n finally noticed it was well past midnight. She tapped his hand lightly gaining a small “hmph” from him in response.

“George, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas love.” George whispered back before the two fell asleep next to the dying fire on the couch on the best Christmas Eve night she ever had. 

Kiss Me? (Moriarty x reader)

Word Count: 1155 

Summary: Moriarty makes a grand comeback from the dead, and you just need his touch to convince yourself he’s actually back.

Author’s note: I’ve been working on this one for so long (maybe like 6 months lol), I’m so glad it’s finally finished XD I significantly shortened it because I went way too off track with the plot.

Warnings: Leading to Smut

After a long day at work, you collapsed on the couch. Without wearing a formal dress, high heels, and a bunch of makeup you could finally relax. You had previously popped a pizza in the oven, so now you were going to watch some telly while waiting for it to be finished. 

With your legs spread across the loveseat, you reached over to grab the TV remote off of your little coffee table. You pressed the red button to turn the television on, and you surfed the channels until you came across something interesting.

You rested your head on a throw pillow as you mindlessly watched the show. After about ten minutes, you were completely immersed in what was happening on screen. The screen glitched black and white for a second before going back to the original channel. 

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly in confusion. You had a wonderful TV show provider that had never lost signal before. You shrugged; there was a first time for everything. You fidgeted on the couch to get comfortable again.

You tried to focus on the people on the screen, but it glitched back to the black and white static again. Then an outline of a man facing the other direction appeared. You could tell that it was him automatically. It was Jim Moriarty; your deceased boyfriend. He turned around, and you saw his face for the first time in three years. 

Your mouth opened in shock, and your heart raced as hope began to bubble up inside of you. “Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me? Did you miss me?” His haunting voice repeated over and over in the edited video. 

It was on every television screen in London, and you could hear it across the city. The answer was yes, you certainly did miss him. Suddenly, your television screen went completely black. There wasn’t any noise coming from your sound bar, but the echos of Moriarty’s message were still going on around London. 

A new clip of Moriarty showed him looking down at the ground before slowly lifting his head to look at you. Jim’s dark eyes stared into yours, and you smiled even though you knew that he wasn’t really there. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he made a big show of rolling his eyes at you. 

“Did you really think I’d commit suicide, (y/n)? I guess I did go out with a bang… but it’s still a bit boring don’t you think?”

You grinned widely, and you murmured under your breath, “You find everything boring.”

In the exclusive footage, Moriarty leaned closer to the camera. His eyes momentarily sparked with impish delight, and he tilted his head to the side. He licked his lips slowly before asking, “Will you kiss me?”

At the exact same time, an irish voice muttered the same thing next to your ear. You didn’t think twice before swiftly turning around to connect lips with him. Your eyes fluttered closed, but Moriarty’s eyes stayed open. He hasn’t seen you in years, so he didn’t want to prolong his misery. 

He reached up to brush some hair out of your face, and your eyes met his warm brown ones. Tears blinded your vision, and some split onto your cheeks. He was alive. You had wished for this moment. Dreamed about this moment. But now that it came true, you didn’t know how to feel. What to do. You were happy, sad, and angry all at the same time. 

Moriarty wrapped his arms around you, and you reached up to caress his lightly stubbled face. You brought your lips to his again in another kiss, but this one was more passionate. You needed to know that this was real, that he was back in your life. You shut your eyes again as you deepened the kiss, and he followed suit. 

You felt the need to be closer to him after being apart for a long time, so you took a handful of his suit jacket. You pulled him to you, but he lost his grip on the back of the couch. You fell onto the floor narrowly missing the table, and Moriarty tumbled over the couch to land on top of you.

You burst into laughter, and Moriarty could feel the vibrations of your chest. You were so stressed out at the moment, all you could do was laugh to release all of your pent up feelings. Moriarty rolled his eyes at you and he tried to act annoyed, but he couldn’t stop a devilish grin from appearing on his face. When you finally stopped, you had more tears in your eyes. They were happy tears.

Moriarty propped himself up on his elbows, so he could properly look at your whole face. You were smiling widely with your cheeks still damp from the tears. He knew that love was a silly little chemical defect, but the defect was hardwired into every human being. 

Sentiment tended to make people overlook faults and flaws but Moriarty firmly believed that you were complete utter perfection. You were on the side of the angels, but he couldn’t have cared less. Moriarty had been searching for someone just like him for the longest time so he wouldn’t be bored, but he now knew that wasn’t what he needed. 

What he needed was you. You were an ordinary person, but you understood him. You accepted him for who he was, and you didn’t try to change him. However, that didn’t mean you wanted to be a part of the crime in his life. You were able to uphold your own morals, as well as support Jim when he needed it.

His eyes flickered to your lips before he said in a whisper “You haven’t changed. You’re still stunning. My beautiful angel.”

You didn’t want to spoil the moment by addressing the fact that he left you depressed for years, or that you were still mad at him for not telling you he was alive. You just wanted to enjoy your reunion; you could talk to him about that later. You slung your arms around his neck, and you asked softly, “Did you miss me?”

Moriarty playfully rolled his eyes, but his traitorous lips curled into a small smile. His leaned forward to kiss you, and he mumbled against your lips, “Oh, you have no idea darling.”

“Give me an idea, Jimmy.” You demanded with a small smile. You wanted him to kiss you, make love to you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear… the whole package. 

“As you wish.” He murmured in a low tone before his lips made their way to your neck. The oven beeped in the background, signalling that the pizza was done. However, the two of you were making too much noise to take notice of it. 

That’s all folks!


blindiemac  asked:

Lets go with Natsume Yuujinchou for the fandom ask, please!

Yesss <3 Thank you, honestly I love being able to answer Natsume asks and if not for you I doubt anyone else would ask for them XD Ilysm.

Favorite Male Character: Natsume Takashi

Originally posted by kaworubunga-surfs-up-shinji-kun

He’s precious and beautiful and deserves all the love. He had such a sad childhood, and I’m so glad he has so many people now that adore him <3

Favorite Female Character: Natsume Reiko

Originally posted by gurikajis

Aka my GODDESS. Every flashback we see with her in it makes me so sad for her. I wonder if Natsume would have become like her if he’d never met the Fujiwaras? We still don’t know anything about how she died, and a part of me is hoping that maybe, just maybe, we’ll get a plot twist and find out that she became a youkai or something, and Natsume will finally be able to meet her.

Least Favorite Character: Matoba Seiji

Originally posted by hakumai-tou

I mean yeah, he makes things hella more interesting every time he shows up but like? He’s kinda an asshole??? I would definitely be super interested to learn more about him though. It seems like he does have potential to become something of an ally though, if he just kinda improves his character XD I mean, he hasn’t technically done anything evil…yet.

Favorite Ship: Shigeru and Touko <3

Originally posted by seihanndas

they have this sweet, quiet, calm kind of love. And I adore them, honestly. Their little aquarium date in s5 was adorable. And they’re the best foster parents ever and they love Natsume so much!!

Favorite Friendship: Natsume and Nyanko-sensei

Originally posted by mochi

Nyanko-sensei is literally the only person Natsume can be completely honest and unguarded with, and their friendship is just the sweetest thing on Earth. I love that Nyanko-sensei always pretends to not care about Natsume at all, but as soon as someone threatens him, he gets super super protective XD

Favorite Quote: “We know the flowers’ petals will fall someday, and yet still, we’re entranced by them.”

Originally posted by sarahayasaka

No you don’t understand, I cried actual tears when I heard that line. WHY would you end the season on that note!?!?!?!? I love this quote because it just shows how much the Middle Class youkai adore Natsume and it hurts me to think how they’ll feel when he does die.

To youkai, a human’s lifespan is over in the blink of an eye, and there’s something just something so tragic about Natsume worming his way into the hearts of all these youkai, saving them time and time again, only to destroy them in the most painful way possible as they watch him slowly age and wither away and disappear one day. How is Nyanko-sensei going to deal???

Worst Character Death (if any): Natsume Reiko.

Originally posted by mirayama

There aren’t very many character deaths in this series, but this one in particular hurts me so much. We start off the series knowing she’s dead, and we don’t particularly care much because we don’t know her. But we learn about her, little by little, and she’s selfish and capricious and lonely. And I hope desperately that she was able to find something to make her happy before she died.

We’re told she died young, but how young? Did she ever get to hold her daughter? Did she ever get to know the pure, uncomplicated, irrevocable love of a child? Did she get to tell bedtime stories and give goodnight kisses and dream about seeing her daughter grow up into a beautiful, strong, confident young woman? Because God, I hope so.

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment:

Originally posted by lazyfebruary

BEST!!! FOSTER!!!! PARENTS!!!!! EVER!!!! Look how happy he is!! So precious!! They love him so much!!! And living with them, it’s the first time he’s ever had somewhere to belong so completely, since his father died when he was a young child. He finally gets to act his age, and he has a place that he’s happy to call home, he has people he loves to come home to.

Saddest Moment: When Natsume temporarily loses his “sight” and can’t see Nyanko-sensei, despite him being right there in the room with him.

This series has no shortage of sad moments, but this one completely broke my heart. It’s just heartbreaking and horribly lonely for the both of them. For Natsume, who finally found a friend who he didn’t have to hide anything from, who understood him and didn’t try to change him, and after all these months of having him as a constant companion…he is suddenly alone again. And it’s heartbreaking for Nyanko-sensei, who found this little boy he’s come to care for fiercely and become so protective of, and suddenly his precious boy can’t see him anymore, despite being so close they’re practically touching.

Favorite Location: Just…Natsume’s entire town. It’s so beautiful???

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2x20 Beside Still Water

Warning: This review contains spoilers


Moly motherfucking God! Boy! Damnit! Note to self - don’t piss off jace Herondale! Or don’t threathen Clary’s life! OMGOMGOMOMG, how I liked him in this episode! Now he was more heroic and less pain in the ass yesssss. Too bad he choose to lie to Alec… And the hell is happening with him? Like… Really… And I must admit I cried when he died… It may be beceuase of Dom’s and Kat’s acting but also beceause of the music… Damn…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries


I’m both happy and mad. Happy because I’m really proud of her how she handled almost the whole sitiation. Like literally when she was about get to be killed she simply laid her haid on that tree… She was in fear but also she looked like… Okay with this. And woah girl, your fighting skills upgraded! nice! And she killed Valentine! yaay! But… FOR TO LOVE OF GOD REALLY?! I HATE the trope with that one wish. She could have pleaded Raziel for anything. I know, she loves Jace. But… She could wish for Jace being alive and something else too in one wish. She’s smart she could have sneek two wishes in one!

But okay… i understand that book readers would eat the writers alive if that wouldn’t happen in the show so I’ll give it a pass… 

Originally posted by takemetohometoday

3. Clace

Nice. Sweet. A bit selfish but okay. I’ll give it a pass. It wasn’t forced at least. You could have seen that they truley do care for each other and that was sweet. I approve this ship :P

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

4. Valentine

Hail and farewell, motherfucker. May the Edom demons make you suffer for all of this. Dad of the year I swear to God. I mean… What to say after killing your daughter’s bf? ‘ugh, I’m sorry,lol… wanna kill all the downwolders?”… I mean?? WTF?? But well he’s dead everyone’s happy yay. Valentine WILL NOT be missed. Alan will…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

5. Luke

yesss. My dad is happy! And carefree! Fina… OLLIE GTFO! It’s so refreshing to see Luke like this. First being extremly worried about Maia, beating Meliorn to get to her, speking up to the Seelie Queen… And then they are awardong him with being all happy and tipsy celebreating! Omg yes please, Luke deserves happiness! And well if Jace doesn’t wanna hug him I will! With a pleasure!

Originally posted by harry-daddario

6. Simon

Okay. But. What have you promised to the Queen? Boy, you KNOW that you CAN’t trust her! So why would you do that?! But… Putting that aside… I loved ho he was worried about Maia too. Like literally he would have done everyhing to get her out of this place… And he probabbly done this… God, I’m scared about him… And I’m super happy that he and Clary are both in peace now ^^

Originally posted by twyllodrus


Girl was so good today! 1st Malec shipper I swear to God! She knew EXACTLY what she was doing. Award for best sister goes to her definitley! And best freind! I mean her talk with Clary at the end was so, so sweet <3I love when they show Izzy like that ^^

Originally posted by jemmasizzy


I am reapting myself. I’m doing this in EVERY review and I have no idea if i ever stop doing this. he. Is. An. AMAZING. Leader. And the Head of the Institue. He was VERY fast in his actions. And I really appreciate that he didn’t want to drag Magnus into this, even when it was for personal reasons. But ahhh he showed how of a warrior he is! Book Alec who? Never heard of him. Especially that he HAS felt Jace’s death and felt it rather painful… Btw… There’s no better feeling than walk into your parabati, who you supposed was dead, kissing his gf…

P.s. Alec don’t kid yourself you’ve never been able to think staright… :P

Originally posted by cassiopeiajuliablack


Gotta love this Prince of Hell, At first I was slightly annoyed by how he had acted torwards Luke and Simon, but I understand. He got betrayld TWICE in a very short peroid of time. It’s understandable. And then… Holy f… Man he is SO powerful! I’m really happy that they’ve started to show that! And that quote “I’m a High Warlock of Brooklyn” is iconic alongside “Duh…” XD And i love how caring he is. OMG. That strong contarst between Alec’s words (Magnus is not intrested in helping Shadowhunters) and Magnus’ words and actions during the whole episode… *.* (Also, Magnus… i would KILL for this jacket!)

Originally posted by lynne-monstr


OMG!!! I KNEEEW IT!!!!!! I knew that they will reunite! And be protectibe over each other even if they mad at each other! I mean look at Alec’s face when he saw magnus falling! Omg he looked so worried! So did Magnus when Alec was in pain! And how Alec reacted when they saw that Valentine summoned Raziel! And that talk outide and in Hunter’s Moon. Alec is SO in love with Magnus and vice versa. They DO love each other so y’all haters who bittched on Malec for 2 weeks can kindly shut up! <3 “I can’t live without you” *.* And Magnus being speachless… That’s love. That’s a real relationship: they have arguments but they still deeply care for each other and love each other so much that they will find their way back together *.* 9Besides this scene were so aestheticly pleasing omg)

Originally posted by alecslittlesnores


Your Highness kill yourself, how dare you. How dare you do all of this things! Omg. I’m so, so mad. What did Valentine promised you/ What have you made to Simon? Damnit. I hate her more and more. I want her to die, honestly… but on the other gand I know that I’m gonna struggle with her and her games for a loooong peroid of time… (Maia is me on this gif…)

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

12. Maia/Saia

Kind of sad that this time I don’t really have much to tell about her… I enyoed having her on the screen. I love how she had none of Queens bullshit. And I agree with Jace, she and Simon look So cute together. He really cares about her *.* And she looked STUNNING.

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

11. Sebastian

I knew that he wasn’t deeeeaaad!! it would be too easy!! But… Omg… how in the freaking hell he opened the pit? Like… literally… HOOOOW… But well…. he is… um.. “safe” in… Edom? And now we know that at least his mother cares about him…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

12. Ollie

Girl… Why… Would you… Destroy.. Luke’s… Happiness? You could easly wait a few days! But nooo you came to hunter’s Moon and demands answeres… And like… Why… Please don’t piss me off… I swaer, she’s gonna die like soon… Or she’ll get turned into something…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

13. Meliorn

I trusted you… But well… on the other hand… i could expect that… Like… I know how annoying he has been in the books… In the show I like him more… Ugh…. Why would you do that…

14. Malachi

Traitor. I’m glad you had die. Like seriously I was rolling my eyes during his passionate speech about how Valntine is right… I’m glad he died…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

15. Raziel/Lilith (?)

I really enyoed both of their apperances. Raziel’s voice was amazing. And I’m really glad we haven’t seen his face. It felt… Right. But one thing… I understand that he just calmly watched how father and daughter were fighting to their death? I’m… Okay…

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

And for Lilith… Yay Caring mother. Bravo Sebastian, someone trurley loves you! And I can’t WAIT to see more of her! I mean we saw only a bits, but I’m SUPER exited for her!!

Originally posted by nephilimdaily


Woah that was a REALLY good season’s finale. I know that I’m gonna cry when I re-watch this ep with my friend on Agust 21st. Kat’s the winner of the best acting performance in this episode, really. So let’s sum our cliffhangers.

1. What’s going on with Jace

2. What Simon has promised to the Queen

3. Ollie cofronting Luke

4. Sebastian’s case

A lot to be expected in s3. And I simply can’t wait for it. The waiting is gonna be hell though… Especially adding school… Bet well. For an episode I would give this 5/6. But as a finale I’m gonna give it 6/6. I’m really glad to say that this show begins to spread it’s wings! Catch you guys later! Sonia’s out! ( And yes I love how retro I look on this gif XD)

Close As Strangers- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by temipanarin

Do they make happy songs anymore? Like I’m curious. Or do you guys just like seeing me cry? XD Anyway… I’m not sure how I like this one, so please let me know! Enjoy!

Warning: sadness

Anon Request: Hey !!! Do you think you could write one about Andre Burakovsky based on the song Close as Strangers by 5 seconds of summer?? No rush, I know there’s a long wait :) thank you!


              It had been almost month since you had last seen Andre.

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Marichat - A Midnight Chat

Turns out there was another headcanon that I had forgotten to post?! Oh well, here it is!

Apologies for any mistakes!

Chat Noir’s heart soared as he flung himself over the Parisian rooftops. Nothing helped calm him down more than letting off steam through his night patrol. He felt so cooped up when he was in the Agreste mansion that it felt like the walls were pressing into him, despite how large his room was. He simply couldn’t stand to spend so much time alone in his room, a place in which he had spent almost the entirety of his childhood, excluding any business such as photoshoots or formal dinners he was required to attend. He finally had freedom, and he wasn’t going to waste it.

Chat carried on with no particular destination in mind until he caught sight of a very familiar rooftop. He stopped on the roof across the street as he gazed at the patisserie. His gaze wondered up from the dark shop front to the window on the top floor. Light seeped around the curtain shielding the room from his sight, only lending him glimpses of shadows from within.

He paused for a moment to consider what he was about to do, but he quickly leapt over to the rooftop balcony, landing with a gentle tap as he completed the jump that he was quickly becoming accustomed to. Chat crept over to the hatch leading into the room, pawsing (XD) to check that the owner didn’t have any company.

He smiled as he heard a quiet humming coming through the cracks, and he recognised the tune as Ragged Stone’s latest single. He lifted a gloved hand to rap at the hatch as purr (;D) his usual routine, but a deviant grin worked it’s way onto his face as instead he began to lift the hatch, praying that the hinges would continue to stay silent. He peeked through the slither of an opening he had created and was happy to find the girl inside slumped over her desk with her back facing him. Good, this would be even easier than he had expected.

The boy finished opening the hatch and slid silently to the floor of the bedroom, his grin widening at the obliviousness of his target. He slinked forward, paying careful attention to his surroundings (his tail had a habit of swaying when he was excited and he didn’t want to ruin the element of surprise now). The girl continued to hum, her fingers lightly tapping out the beat beside her open sketch book.

Surprisingly he managed to make it across the entire room without attracting her attention and he held his breath as he leaned over her back, moving his mouth until it was beside her ear.

“Nice song, princess.” He jumped backwards as his target let out a shriek and shot around to face him. Upon seeing his face she placed her hand over her chest, letting out a large sigh of relief. However, her expression quickly morphed into an unimpressed look.

“What did I say about sneaking up on me, Chat?!” He couldn’t answer as he chewed his lips in an attempt to keep himself from laughing. “You need to knock before you come in! What if I had been getting changed?!” His eyes bulged, the thought had never crossed his mind and he could feel his cheeks inflame at the thought. God, that would’ve been awkward…

“Marinette, honey, is everything alright?” The call from downstairs made them both jump.

“I’m fine, maman! Sorry for shouting!” Marinette turned her head back to him, one eyebrow pointedly raised.

“Ok, ok I’m sorry! I only wanted to surprise you…” he rushed, his arms flailing in front of him. Another sigh escaped the girl and afterwards she was wearing a smile. Albeit a noticeably small one.

“I know, sorry. It’s nice to see you, though I’m beginning to wonder if this is going to become a weekly occurrence…” He huffed quietly in amusement, unable to excuse the frequency with which he visited his princess. “It’s a good thing I’m always prepared!” He watched curiously as she made her way across the room to a jar which she brought over to him, revealing the sugary treats inside. Model diet be damned. He would NOT refuse one of the Dupain-Cheng’s chocolate chip cookies!

After he had finished licking any crumbs from his hands, he looked back up as he gave his thanks, glad to see a brighter smile on her face. That didn’t mean he could forget her previous expression, though.

“Is everything alright?” he asked seriously, his tone obviously shocking Marinette. He could see the polite refusal of his worry rising to the surface, but his face must’ve shown his disapproval since she quickly let out a tired sigh. “You don’t have to tell me what’s up, but I’m willing to listen if you’d like…”

“Thanks, Chat.” He warmed slightly under the look of gratitude that she sent his way. “It’s stupid, really. There’s a guy in my class who means a lot to me, but I just can’t face him properly. I want to be able to find out what has been bothering him lately, but I’m just too awkward to start a normal conversation with him…” Adrien’s eyes widened before he looked down, realising that she must be referring to his low mood recently. His father had been piling even more jobs and responsibilities on him over the last month, meaning that the precious little time when he could normally hang out with his friends had become virtually nonexistent, and the fact he hadn’t managed to spend time with Ladybug as well just worsened his mood further. He hadn’t realised that Marinette had noticed his sour mood, but felt so dense to not have noticed her own slightly sullen expressions in class.

Gently he placed both of his hands on her shoulders, ensuring that he had Marinette’s full attention before he continued.

“You don’t need to beat yourself up over something like that. It’s not always easy to talk to people, but you should just give it a shot. I’m sure he’ll appreciate knowing that you’re worried for him!” It was admittedly weird to give Marinette a pep talk so that she could speak with him. He couldn’t imagine what her reaction would be if she ever found out. He held eye contact with her as her bluebell eyes scanned both of his, searching for something. Whatever she saw seemed to please her as she smiled brightly at him.

“You’re right. I’ll go ask him tomorrow!” He smiled at her determination. He honestly couldn’t understand how her personality could be so different depending on whether he approached her as himself or as his alter ego. He treasured her friendship all the same, finding comfort from being around her cheerful and adorably goofy self.

He was suddenly tugged towards the chaise lounge, Marinette pulling him along as she began to chat about trivial occurrences in her life, before questioning him about his patrol. She never asked about his personal life, and he appreciated the unspoken promise to never pry. That didn’t mean he never divulged anything. Using Marinette as a speaking board had helped him a couple of times in the past when he felt low or unsure, and just being in her home made him feel ten times more comfortable and relaxed than usual.

Still, as he sat with her, laughing over the latest happenings in Paris (honestly some of the villains he faced were truly bizarre), he couldn’t help but wonder if this easy relationship would disappear if she ever found out. Would she hate that he kept it from her? Would she no longer allow him to visit her, to see her whenever he wished? Would she stop speaking to him…?

“Chaat~!” He jumped slightly, not noticing that Marinette had been calling him.

“Sorry, purrincess, my mind wondered off fur a bit there. What did you say?” He laughed at her long-suffering groan.

“I was reminding you to be careful on the rooves. It’s getting cold enough for ice to form, and I’d prefer not having to test whether you’d land on your feet or not after falling two storeys.” He giggled as his heart warmed at her concern. He would tell her. One day, but first he wanted to enjoy more of their time together. Both in and out of his disguise.


Aaaand there you have it! I hope you enjoyed it! Please feel free to drop me prompts or to just chat!

Wow! So I can’t believe I’ve hit this milestone, but I hit 1000 followers this week! When I first started this blog I thought I would be lucky to get even 200. I am so excited and happy to share fandom with all of you beautiful and wonderful people!

I have gone from being mostly Mass Effect to mostly Star Wars to mostly GoT content so I feel pretty lucky to still have so many awesome mutuals from across fandom! To celebrate my milestone and all of you, I decided to list and say something nice about EVERY SINGLE ONE of my gorgeous mutuals!

I put a couple of my ultra-faves up top first to give my best fandom friends their time to shine. After that it is alphabetical, but just know that I love and adore all of you so, so much.

I just want to thank everyone, mutuals, followers, and blogs I follow, for making this blog what it is and allowing me to share my thoughts and emotions with all of you. I am so happy to be here :’)

P.S. I will probably do some sort of small gif or drabble giveaway as well sometime in the next couple of days so keep a lookout for that!

@sweetorganza MY BEST FRIEND ON TUMBLR! The love of my life. I am so grateful for our friendship. I sometimes sit back and think that if I hadn’t had the courage to share my embarrassing boatsex fic, we never would have met. Talking to you every day keeps me sane and I thank the old gods and the new for helping me find another sassy Scorpio Jonerys lover who supports my writing, makes me laugh, and reminds me of what’s important. You’re seriously one of my favorite people in the world Jenn and one day when we’re rich retired ladies we’ll travel the world together sipping wine and reflecting on the war for Jonerys in 2017 hahaha <3

@oadara The queen of Jonerys and Dany defense. One of the first Dany-positive and Jonerys-positive blogs I found. I am so lucky to know you, Yara. You’re smart, you are kind and respectful, and you tirelessly defend our faves and our ship in an ocean of negativity. I’m so glad I met you here on tumblr and am so grateful to share in this ship with you. Being mutuals with you is an honor :D

@angels-are-robots One of my best friends from tumblr. I love you Jeannie! Thank you for beta-ing my atrocious writing and being a good and supportive listener and friend. I hope you are having fun at Comic Con because I am literally dying of jealousy haha. Long live Spider-Man and Jonerys friends XD

@ellimomo One of the kindest and most positive people on tumblr. The queen of reaction gifs and Jonerys AUs. Always supporting me and cheering me on. You’re beautiful inside and out EJ and I love you so much. Thanks for being a good friend.

@annabelleebythesea You make the most amazing gifs and I am so grateful for them. You showed me so many Jonerys parallels that I hadn’t even thought of during Jonerys week last year! I am so glad to share this fandom with you, Tiffany, and every time you say something nice on my gifs it makes me so happy because I aspire to your skills! So glad we are mutuals <3

@luvd80s2 One of my best Jonerys friends! I love chatting with you about our faves and our love for 90s hunks and alternative music haha. Keep being wonderful!

@batfleckwaynes I love your content! You make the coolest gifs and edits and your blog shows the best stuff in the DCEU. Cool url too!

@bellarkes100 We share two controversial OTPs haha. I love Bellarke and I’m so glad to have you in the Jonerys fandom with us XD

@blackfyre-queen We have only been mutuals for a short time, but I am always happy to see notes from you! I love your beautiful icon and that URL—SO COOL!

@blackleias One of my favorite blogs. Epic mix of discourse and humor, and we both love Star Wars, GoT, and a lot of the same ships. You’re amazing.

@blue-roses-in-a-wall-of-ice You are the actual sweetest! And such a good writer. I will never stop being amazed that you’re a young whipper snapper, because you are wise beyond your years. You have a great future in writing ahead of you. I just know it. Your fics are a gift to our fandom!

@cataclismnoir A great blog! Thanks for supporting my content and loving Jonerys with me!

@clairelessly One of my favorite humans. We just became friends this year but already I feel so close to you and trust you so much. You make me smile all the time and I am so grateful that Alex worked with you so that we could meet. You’re a beautiful person in every single way. Oh, and Happy Birthday!

@daenerystubborn You make some of the most beautiful edits I’ve ever seen! I am such a big fan. And your blog is so beautiful omg.

@daisysy You make my blog feel so loved! I always love getting notes from you on my answers! And I love your blog too and your awesome icon. Long live Emilia love <3

@danykinkfic The official Jonerys stand-up comic. Makes me actually lol at least once a day. You writes great fanfic and are a good friend :)

@doublehex The king of snark. I can never tell how you really feel about anything but I know that most of the time it’s good haha. You’re a good writer, a fierce defender of Jonerys, and some I’m happy to share this fandom with. It turns out we don’t disagree on everything.

@dreamofspring My favorite GoT gif maker. I love your trademark style, your colorings, your fonts. You are the actual best. I am so honored that one of my favorite blogs ever follows me haha. And it always makes me happy when you share my content on one of the fandom blogs you’re a member of!

@elephantirrelephant One of the hottest women in the world. The queen of Hannibal discourse. A cinnamon roll of perfection.

@eliamartvll Okay I mean this when I say it—you are the nicest person I have met on this website haha. I have never seen a negative thing from you, only kindness and love for every person and ship in this fandom. You are a gift and ilysm.

@emison-evak New follower but I love love love your blog! You have the funniest and most excited reactions to Jonerys, just like me. I love reading your asks and answers :D

@fbdarkangel I never get to hear from you but I always love seeing you on my dash! We share a lot of the same fandoms and I am so happy we are mutuals!

@gendryatrash One of the nicest people I know. You leave nice comments on my embarrassing selfies and I am so blessed to know you haha. I love Gendrya and all of your Gendrya content. You’re amazing.

@gendryxaryatrash A great blog. I love your Gendrya content!

@gera-3-blog Weirdly enough the first time I saw the boatsex leak wasn’t even reddit. It was your blog with the flailing Kermit gif hahaha. I instantly followed you and then wrote my first Jonerys fanfic. I’m so glad we love BioWare and Jonerys together <3

@guileandgall Another one of my oldest and fave mutuals! Even though my content has changed so much I’m honored you still follow me. I love your writing and your BioWare stuff. You’re a great writer and a good friend and you’re always positive and nice to everyone!

@heylowday You make the cutests sort of fanfic/gifset hybrids for Jon and Dany and I love them! The one of Jon introducing Dany and Sansa was SO SWEET. I love them :D

@hileywwe Always able to make me laugh. A hardcore Jonerys defender and hilarious women I adore.

@i-likecalibrations We’ve been mutual so for long now! I hardly ever post Mass Effect anymore so I am so honored and grateful that you still follow me. I still love your blog!

@insomniarama Honestly one of my favorite people on my dash. You are the khaleesi of funny and interesting tags and like your descriptions says, you have some quality shitposts haha. Excited to watch your live blog of the episode tomorrow night XD

@jon-snuuu A fellow Jonerys lover and defender. I love sharing this fandom with you and you’re blog is wonderful!

@jonvalyrian Badass url and wonderful blog. I am a proud follower haha and love seeing notes from you on my content!

@junsnuh One of my fav mutuals. Thanks for always giving interesting input on my posts and also for giving me a laugh with that icon haha.

@jxlight Your art is so good and I miss it so much. Please make more Nat I miss you!

​ Such a nice person and great blog. Your blog title is very fitting for you because you seem to be a multi-shipper who treats EVERYONE with respect and kindness. It’s rare and I’m so glad we have kind souls like you in the fandom. Also it always makes my day when your reblog my mediocre gifs and tag it “beautiful edit.” You’re kind of the best <3

@khaleesiwhitewolf I love seeing the funny stuff you add in reblogs haha. Glad you love Jonerys with us <3

@ktwrites One of my first Jonerys mutuals! I love having you in the JonerysChat! You’re so friendly and kind and I love talking fandom with you!

@lightning—farron You’re awesome! I’ve seen your edits in the tag for months so I was thrilled to get a follower from you. Cool url, too! Love Final Fantasy.

@lindsattt My friend in real life. Spent too long in China so now I am sad. I miss you and hope I can see you for the wedding. Love you forever.

@lizstargaryen Such a sweetie! I love seeing your commentary on Jonerys and your side blog is great! So glad we have you in our ship.

@maitsiak Another one of my real-life friends who is trusted enough to see my trash side. I know nothing about K-Pop or K-Dramas but everything on your blog is adorable, as are you. I love you so very much. You’re an angel.

@misshoneywheeler The person I can go to when the wank is too much to bear haha. Thanks for tolerating me and providing pep talks sometimes. You write freaking amazing fics, too. Oh and I love your blog and all the beautiful people on it.

@mpaty1475 A Jonerys veteran! One of the first Jonerys blogs I followed. I love seeing your comments and kudos on my fanfic because I have a lot of respect for you. Thanks for following me :D

@mrsharington You’re so kind! I love seeing you on my dash and in my notes, and I love your delicious Kit content haha.

@msariayoureakiller The queen of my inbox hehe. I love getting asks from you. They are always so interesting and you give me such great ideas and valuable insights. And you do all of this as yourself instead of anon so I know who to thank for the awesome discussions. So grateful to have you as a follower!

@mudinyourlungs Idk how you got left off the first time! I am so sorry! But you know I love your blog and your analysis of Dany and Jon! You’re smart and you take no shit haha. I love it <3

@naerysv Thanks for doing so much for our fandom! I love our JonerysFics and JonerysOnline blogs so thanks for all you do! You’re the best! Your blog is so beautiful! I’ve been following for a long time and I am

@princessdany One of my fave blogs! Your edits are great and your blog is so cute. You’re the best <3

@repeat-script Love talking with you about Jonerys and sharing your love of Jon. You’re the best!

@sansastarkthequeen I really enjoy your blog :) I’ve read some really interesting metas/discussion AND you make cool edits. What’s not to love?

@seleya A quiet mutual but someone I still love to see on my dash and in my notes. Your blog is beautiful :)

@she-3p0 This is my real-life best friend guys. She never uses tumblr but I’m including her because she’s one of the most important people in my world, my maid of honor, my closest friend, and one of the only people from my real life who has access to my embarrassing fangirl side hahaha.

@sleeplessme Another Jonerys veteran! I can always count on you for the latest content and to defend and love Jonerys with me. You’re amazing Irina!

@soulisthirsty One of my fave mutuals. So funny and awesome, and you love The 100 and Vampire Knight with me! I love chatting with you and freaking out over fandom wank with you haha. Your blog is amazing. Stay wonderful!

@starsandskies Another one of my oldest mutuals! You have the best Dragon Age and Mass Effect content! Thanks for always tagging me in stuff and being so sweet and awesome. You’re so wonderful and I absolutely love your blog and you forever.

@stray-arrows I’m new to your blog but I really like it, especially your defense of Jon.

@tayl0crow I am so glad you still follow me after all this time haha. I know you’re mainly a J/S shipper so thank you for tolerating my constant Jonerys hype. Your blog is beautifiul!

@thatgirlnevershutsup I love your blog! You provide some much-needed humor to my dash and you always throw a like at my personal posts and other crap I think no one will care about haha. I love being mutuals with you :)

@thatryderasshole Your blog and icon are so funny. I’m glad you follow me even though my Mass Effect content is few and far between lately!

@thefairfleming My actual fave. Your blog is so lighthearted and fun. I can always count on you to bring some positivity when the fandom drama is too much. You also wrote one of my favorite Jonerys fics EVER. The best :’)

@thepathtovalhalla I love your blog! Great GoT content. Thank you for following me and supporting my content!

@thereddoorhouse Your blog is so beautiful! I love following you and I love your URL!

@tiramisu-with-dorianp We’ve been mutual for a long time and I’m so glad you still follow me even though I don’t post much gaming content lately. You’re so kind and your blog is amazing!

@truegodofthearena Awesome content creator with beautiful gifs! I love talking Jonerys with you! I feel like I’ve really made some awesome friends in this fandom and you’re one of them.

@trueloveforeverbeautyandthebeast One of my oldest mutuals! I love your beautiful blog! We share some of the same fandoms in addition to Jonerys and I love all of your content! You’re just wonderful and so kind to everyone. I love following you <3

@tudorstuart A real-life friend haha. I am so lucky you still follow this trash blog. Also embarrassed that you have access to my absolutely filthy fanfic. Oh well! Hahaha. Still the best professor I’ve ever had. I try to be like you as a teacher and I don’t think I could have had a better role model :’)

@unapologeticreylotrash I am so honored that you still follow me even though I am a primaril GOT blog which has nothing to do with ours haha. I love your Reylo content and your sense of humor. I hope we get some Reylo love in The Last Jed!

@valiantnedspreciouslittlegirl One of my top favorite GoT blogs. Your tags are always hilarious and your content is such high quality. And your writing! That Jonerys fic you wrote for the contest gave me LIFE. I love following you so much :D

@vorchagirl The first person I followed on this blog haha. I LOVE your Mass Effect content. Your love of Shenko made me love it even more and your fanfic is some of my favorite of all time. Your blog is amazing and your content is wonderful. I am so honored to be someone you follow after all this time and even though I have basically become a place for GoT discourse haha. You’re so cool Lena and such an awesome writer and person in general. I admire you so much.