look me in the eye and tell me that he is a bad person i dare u

anonymous asked:

writing prompt (if u want) : andrew and neil met before while neil was someone else and broke andrew's heart by leaving/vanishing/faking death/idfk and then neil just shows up like no ?? u are like chris or some name and u r dead what is going on and how dare u

so we’re going to pretend im not the shittiest person ever and didn’t take like a week to write this 2000 word thing but anyways hope u like it :)

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The shock of the exy racquet crashing into Neil’s stomach was secondary to the shock that came from seeing Andrew Spear again.  While his lungs screamed for air, his brain screamed for an escape.  To run.  And never stop running again.

The edges of his vision turned as black as the shirt Andrew wore the first time they’d met those few years ago.  It had been a startlingly warm day, aided by the fact that Nathaniel and his mother had just migrated south again from Montreal.  California was everything and nothing that Nathaniel, no, Chris, had expected.  It was hot, and there was the smell of salt in the air from the Pacific Ocean – that Chris had known would be there.  He hadn’t counted on people being so open.  Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to Andrew, a spot of darkness against the ever sunny sky.  Andrew had never been an easy read.

The first time Andrew spoke to him, it was because he had gotten into a fight with a teacher.  Neil had left the classroom at the end of the day with his head down, hugging his books close to his body.  He didn’t know how long he’d stay here, but the fact that his mother had let him attend school was a good sign that they’d be in California for a while.  Still it wasn’t a good idea to make friends or have ties here.  Nobody should remember his face.

“You know,” Neil had heard him say as he passed a tree on the edge of the school’s property, “For someone who’s trying to keep a low profile you sure do love to get in a fight.”

He turned and came face to face with the blonde.  Andrew hadn’t mastered the look of complete apathy yet and his eyes revealed the tiny spark of interest Neil had put there.

“For someone who’s barely four feet tall you sure do love antagonizing people,” Neil responded.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, can I ask for Akira, Yusuke, Ryuji liking someone that's just kind of oblivious to flirting and romantic gestures. Like they're the "if you drop me a hint, I will pick it up and give it right back to you without understanding" type person. I mean they're only just bad at understanding when someone likes them and thinks it's just close friendship. Hope that's fine, thank you!

That’s so tragic lol. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!


Akira:

  • Akira’s a natural flirt, so he drops hints and makes innuendos all the time.
  • “Should I hold your hand? It’s looks kind of cold.”
  • S/O simply says, “No thank you. It’s kind of you to offer though.”
  • He isn’t fazed one bit. In fact, he approaches it as a challenge or a game, testing out how far he can go before S/O understands. 
  • He’ll brush their hair behind their ear and whisper into it, “You should be careful. Someone might just whisk you away for looking so cute.”
  • “Thank you for warning me. I’ll be on my guard,” they reply seriously.
  • The entire power of the universe was required to hinder him from kissing S/O on the spot. 
  • He becomes quite daring after that. One evening, the two agreed to purchase hot chocolate from a nearby street vendor; it was winter, and their breath was visible in the chilly air when they ordered their beverages. 
  • S/O excitedly sipped their freshly-made cocoa, and some whipped cream fastened itself on the corner of their lips. you know what happens next
  • Akira chuckles and wipes the cream with his thumb. He proceeded to thrust his thumb in his mouth and suck on it, never breaking eye contact with S/O the entire time.
  • S/O wore a baffled expression as they stated, “Thank you for the gesture, but that was very unsanitary. I’ll go fetch us some napkins.” He smirked as they departed, and he patiently awaited their return. 
  • “Why don’t we take a ride on the Ferris wheel?” The smirk remained plastered on his face while he asked. S/O agreed and they hastily boarded the ride upon arriving.  
  • Akira sits so close to them that their shoulders brush together.
  • “S/O,” he suddenly says. When they face him, his face is inches away from theirs. “Will you let me be your boyfriend?”
  • Realization hit S/O like a ton a bricks, and Akira’s lips twitched upward in satisfaction as he witnessed the blush manifesting on S/O’s cheeks.
  • “U-u-um, yes, that would be nice,” they said, averting their eyes away from him.
  • Akira snickers and gently takes hold of S/O’s chin, making them face him again. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.”
  • He lightly flicked their forehead.


Ryuji:

  • Ryuji was utterly frustrated. 
  • Here he was, dropping some of his best one-liners with a rosy tint on his face, and S/O had the audacity to remain so adorably oblivious.
  • “I-I really like you,” he stuttered to them, after assembling all of his courage.
  • “Aw, I like you too, Ryuji!” S/O replied.
  • Ryuji beamed, but his face quickly morphed into suspicion when he asked, “Whaddaya mean by that?” 
  • “Huh? You’re just a lot of fun and you’re a great friend.”
  • Friend.
  • Awakening to his Persona paled in comparison to how much pain he felt hearing S/O say that word.
  • “Ryuji? Are you okay? Do you need to use the restroom?”
  • Good idea, maybe I’ll flush myself down the toilet while I’m at it since I feel like shit. 
  • “N-nah, I’m fine. Thanks,” he squeaked. “H-hey, do you wanna come with me to the park later?”
  • “Sure! Does six work for you?”
  • “Yeah, that’s cool. See ya later!”
  • The two ‘friends’ meet up and stroll around, discussing numerous subjects and exchanging anecdotes.
  • They took a seat on the bench by the lake, and Ryuji spotted a couple holding hands and pecking each other on the lips.
  • Grateful that the darkness hid his ferocious blush, he nudged S/O and nodded in the direction of the couple. “D-do ya think we could do that?”
  • “We could, but we’re not dating,” S/O casually answered.
  • “…Can we change that?”
  • S/O was also grateful to the darkness for disguising their flushed cheeks. “Y-you mean it?”
  • “Y-yeah…” He waiting for the rejection when…
  • “T-that would be amazing.”
  • Ryuji.exe has stopped working
  • “C-cool! S-so uh…” He swiftly pecked S/O on their lips, and the couple couldn’t even look at each other as they continued their walk holding hands.


Yusuke:

  • Yusuke is extremely clueless himself; he’s clueless that they’re clueless.
  • S/O accepted his invitations for dates, and they permit him to embrace them when the two are alone in his dorm.
  • When they visited him in his dorm once again, he pulled them into a hug and whispered, “I have missed you, my love.”
  • S/O pulls back and laughs in his face. “Why are you acting like we’re dating? Did one of your friends tell you that we were? I swear, just because we’re close…”
  • Their voice became a distant fuzz, and Yusuke felt his soul disassemble on a molecular level.
  • This is too cruel to be a joke.
  • “You’re so gullible sometimes, Yusuke. I really worry about you…”
  • “U-um yes. I apologize. I will try to… read between the lines more often,” he replied, barely concealing the disappointment in his voice.
  • How had he not realized it sooner? He felt like such a fool.
  • “You look awful… did something happen?” S/O’s eyebrows furrowed with concern, and the urge to kiss them was overwhelming.
  • “P-please, there’s no need for distress. I’m all right, just a bit… drained.”
  • “Is there anything I can do to help?”
  • Yes.
  • “No. I’m fine, I assure you,” he said with a sigh.
  • S/O stayed with him for a bit; they tried to make him laugh from their outrageous ideas, and paid him a plethora of compliments.
  • When they were making their exit, their hand had just grabbed the doorknob when Yusuke spoke. “S/O. I’m sorry to further take your time, but I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
  • S/O turned around questioningly. “What’s wrong?”
  • He took a deep breath and his cheeks glowed with a peachy hue. “I would be interested in furthering my relationship with you… as your romantic partner. Will you accept?” you could have just said you want to be their boyfriend
  • S/O is speechless, and Yusuke nearly has a panic attack until they say, “I… would love nothing more.”
  • Art boy has died and went to heaven.
  • The blush crept back on his cheeks as he beamed and exclaimed, “Wonderful!”
BEST FRIEND! YOONGI

Originally posted by cyyphr

(word count is like 2000+ oops)

- First things first, let’s be real,, best friend yoongi would roll his eyes at you a LOT n0 doubt

-   your friendship is probably built on insulting each other, in like an affectionate way lmao

- also music,, that would definitely be a major factor of your friendship

-   he’d have such good song recs aaaaa

-   i’m still screaming about his playlist on Spotify !!!!!!

-  ok but like imagine trying to wake him up

-   He’d probably hit u over the head with a pillow n prolly swear at u to get lost

- The most effective way to wake him up was to tip water on his face,,, which he hATes lmao

- But it works s0,,,

-  Sometimes when he’d go a night without sleeping and was feelin kinda cheeky,, he’d pour water on u at 4:30am and justify it as payback

-   loWKEY Cuddles

-   like you’d just be sitting on the couch watching a movie n he’s just flop down and use your lap as a pillow and you’d be all like “yoongi wyd” and he’d be “shh ur comfy”

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mattysandwich  asked:

Oh! What about the inquisition companions reacting to a teenage herald being the victim of a racist slur for the first time in their life, and for the herald being visually upset about it?

Cassandra: Whoever said the slur has made a bad decision. A very bad decision. Cassandra looks between the offender and the upset Herald, and her eyes harden as they slowly turn to the racist. Her fists are clenched, turning white at the knuckles, and they realize they have fucked up. They have fucked up so bad. U kno they ded. After handling the matter, she checks up on the Herald and sees that they’re alright. “I know it’s not fair and it’s not right,” she says, “but hold your head high. You are above them.”

Blackwall: He drops whatever he’s doing and immediately gets in the asshole’s face, intimidating them with little effort. The offender jumps back, obviously thinking that nothing would come of their insult, but Blackwall persists and seems to loom over them. “You need to leave. Now.” he snaps. They take off, and Blackwall turns to reassure the Herald. “Are you alright?” he asks, suddenly softer and worried. “You let me know if anyone ever says that to you again.”

Iron Bull: He stands at full height, towering over whoever said the racist thing, looking down at them with a cold, calculating eye. His shadow looms over them as they look up at the massive, furious qunari. “Do you want to repeat what you just said?” he growls before shoving them down. They scramble to their feet as his hand reaches up towards his ax. The Herald is fairly certain he was just doing it to intimidate them, nothing more, but the look in his eye was enough to make the asshole bolt.

Sera: As soon as she sees the Herald is upset, she reaches for her arrows at holds one at length in her bow. “Say that again.” she dares, glaring. They run off, but that isn’t the end of Sera’s revenge, oh no. The racist in question becomes victim to numerous, merciless pranks, and no one dares to stop her. If the offender is a noble or wealthy, she asks her Friends to help take care of them. Sera has the Herald join her– payback will make them feel better.

Varric: He pulls Bianca out and strokes the wood tenderly, looking up at the asshole calmly. “Do you have a death wish?” he starts coolly. “As soon as I tell the others that you’ve upset the Herald… well, the results won’t be pretty. For you, at least.” The person flees, and Varric scoffs before turning to the Herald, eyes soft. “You alright, kid? Don’t let them get under your skin. They’re not worth it, and you’re better than them.”

Cole: He spends more time comforting the Herald than intimidating whoever said the racist thing. He does want to kill the person who said it, if only for a moment, before remembering that’s a bad thing and won’t solve the problem. As soon as he’s finished soothing the teenager, he tells Leliana. Leliana will handle it and he’ll heal the hurt.

Solas: He thinks little of it until he sees how upset the Herald is, and he feels bad for them, especially if they’re an elf. He stares icily at the racist. “How ignorant and pathetic you must be to stoop to insulting a young person in a weak attempt to soothe your own self esteem. You will never accomplish as much as this da’len, even if you try.” His words bite and simultaneously make the kid feel better. If they try to fight him in anger, he freezes them with little effort, and a careless yawn.

Dorian: He was angry before he saw how upset the Herald was– now there’s pure rage, and it manifests itself in insults, because violence wasn’t an option. He scoffs derisively. “What a pathetic thing you are. Hurling racist insults at someone you hardly know to satisfy your need to feel bigger than someone else? Sorry to disappoint you, but even a demon of sloth is better than you. Now, run along– the spymaster’s no doubt heard about this incident already. Best sing your prayers while you still can. Ta-ta. Good day.” He checks on the Herald immediately after and reassures them repeatedly. “It’s okay now, Leliana will tear them apart for you. Anyone who stoops to such pathetic insults is even more pathetic than the insults themselves.”

Vivienne: They’ve made a terrible mistake calling the Herald such a thing in front of Madame de Fer. She gently puts a hand on the Herald’s shoulder, reassuring them softly, before sizing up the racist and ripping them to shreds with words, much like she did to the marquis the Herald met at the soiree she met them at. After they leave, thoroughly humiliated, she finds out who they are and ruins their career with an easy grace. 

Josephine: She’s actually shocked at their disgrace and dishonorable actions, and she puts a protective arm around the Herald. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” she says stonily. “We do not want you here, not anymore, if you cannot be civilized and respectful.” If they resist, she summons the guards to handle them, and frets over the Herald– she wants to cheer them up.

Cullen: “You need to leave. Now.” he snaps, irritated. “We have no room for a racist in our midst. Get. Out.” If they do not leave immediately, he has a soldier or two forcibly escort them out. He sighs and takes time to reassure the Herald. “Don’t let them disparage you. There is nothing wrong with you. It’s them; if anyone else gives you any trouble, you let me know. I’ll have them escorted out.”

Leliana: They either didn’t notice the spymaster standing there or they were too stupid to consider their words. In either case, they have fucked up. The woman’s eyes turn cold and calculating and she steps forward with a serene grace. “Would you like to apologize to the Herald?” she asks, giving them one last chance. If they refuse– she has her agents learn everything about them and she gets to work. U kno they DEFINITELY ded.

Unexpected ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘’Hey sweetie💜 I wanna ask u about G imagine where He has as bad relationships w his girlfriend as She has w his boyfriend, and one day they just meet each other and fall in love uncontrollably🙌 thanks xx💞 ‘’    

Response: Hi there ♡ Thanks for the request :) I hope you like it! xxx

Warning: I don’t speak English, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Your POV

‘That’s it, I’m out of here,’ you say to your boyfriend while you stand up from your chair. ‘Yeah, you better go back to that boy, you dirty slut. Go back and just make out with him. God knows that’s all you have been doing these last months,’ he says with a disgusted look. You sigh deeply, you were so frustrated. The fact that he just called you a slut didn’t even bother you. ‘Oh my god! How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not cheating?!’ ‘How many times are you going to lie to me?’ he asks.

You were furious. Seeing him sitting at the table, acting like he was always right and the best person in the entire world, made you want to punch him in the face. But you rather didn’t and just leave, so you grab your bag from the kitchen counter and walk with fast steps to the door. ‘If you won’t be home tonight, I’m going to fight that boy,’ your boyfriend yells. ‘Yeah, good luck,’ you chuckle humorlessly, knowing that there wasn’t one.

You close the door behind you and look up to the sky. Tears were falling down your cheeks, and you felt very sad. Why were you the one crying? You hadn’t done anything wrong. Your boyfriend was always accusing you of things you never did. You didn’t know if you still loved him. Clearing your mind was the only thing that you had to do now, so you decide to take a walk to the park. At least the weather was nice today.

Graysons POV

The sound of a breaking bowl that splintered on the ground fills the living room. ‘And now it’s enough, Em,’ you say as you walk up to your girlfriend. You try to calm her down by gently grabbing her hands, but she aggressively pushes you away. You have to take a step back to keep your balance, surprised by how strong she was – and that she actually had hurt you. ‘Leave me the fuck alone,’ she says with an angry voice.

‘Please,’ you beg her when she picks another bowl from the table, threatening to drop it. ‘I’m going to throw it to your face if you don’t tell me who that girl is.’ You raise your hands in confusion. ‘What girl?! There is no other girl!’ you loudly say. She was going mad. ‘Don’t you dare raise your voice at me! Then where are you going to every other day?!’ she yells, throwing the bowl in your direction. You cleverly know to avoid the heavy bowl that’s now flying against the wall, breaking into a thousand pieces. ‘To Ethan!’ you say. ‘You liar!’ she says.

‘Emma, why are you acting this way? Why are we fighting all the time? I hate this,’ you sigh, slowly walking towards her. She had to believe you; of course she was the only girl you were dating. She slaps your hands away. ‘I hate you!’ she creams. There is a short moment of silence. ‘Well, if you hate me, then I think that this is over.’ You wait for her answer, but you actually couldn’t really care what she was going to say.

‘Okay, then,’ she says eventually, looking at you with narrowed eyes. You look at her one last time before you turn around, walking to the exit of the apartment. When you’re outside you feel like a huge burden had fallen of your shoulders. You let out a deep sigh, feeling very relieved.

Your POV

You hear someone sitting down on the bench you were sitting at. ‘Eh, hey there… Is everything okay?’ an unfamiliar voice on your left asks. You sniff and wipe over your nose, trying to stop yourself from crying. ‘Yes, everything’s fine,’ you murmur without looking up. ‘Well, you don’t exactly look fine,’ the boy says. Who was this annoying stranger (with a very pleasant sounding voice)? Why couldn’t he just mind his own business? ‘Well, thanks.’

‘No no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just –‘ he tries to apologize quickly, but you chuckle and look at him. ‘I’m joking, it’s fine.’ Your eyes meet the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, but they weren’t as beautiful as the rest of his face – not to mention his body. He was very tan and his muscly biceps were clearly visible through his tight shirt. His hair was very messy - like his hands had went through it multiple times today. Even that looked cute. But his cuteness couldn’t take away the question you had on why he just had started talking to you.

‘Who even are you?’ you ask without trying to sound rude. He blinks his eyes like he just realized that you were nothing but a stranger. ‘I’m sorry, my name is Grayson,’ he says and reaches out his hand. ‘I just saw you crying and I would feel really bad if I just let you sit here alone.’ Your eyes flicker from his face to his outreaching hand. It was very large; it looked like it could carry a lot. ‘I’m Y/N,’ you say, gently shaking his hand. His hand was soft and warm and for some reason you felt better after you let go of it.

You wipe the mascara away from under your eyes and sigh. ‘I just had a huge fight with my… Well, I guess I should say boyfriend. But I’m going to end what I have with him. We fight like every day and now he thinks I’m cheating on him.’ ‘I’m so sorry… I actually just broke up with my girlfriend too. She also thinks I’m cheating on her,’ he says. You frown your eyebrows. ‘Really? You don’t seem like the guy who would do that.’

Grayson chuckles, which made him even ten times more cute. You quickly look away to prevent yourself from blushing. ‘Thanks. I could say the same to you, though. Well, you’re obviously a girl, but you understand what I’m trying to say,’ he nervously says. You giggle. Grayson was very sweet. Why were you having this weird feeling in your stomach, and why was your heart beating so fast? ‘Wait,’ Grayson says.

He leans in as he puts a hand on your thigh, moving his big hand towards your face. You’re very aware of his hand on your leg as he removes a lost eyelash from your cheek with a concentrated look. He blows it away. You bite your lip as you look at his hand that was sending an electric shock through your body. ‘Oh, eh, I’m sorry,’ he says softly while removing his hand, his cheeks turning red. You smile. ‘It’s okay.’

Grayson and you start to feel less awkward and start to talk. About the fight, about your boyfriend, about everything. You ask him questions too, slowly getting to know him better. You had to admit that you were beginning to like him. After a while it became quiet, and you realize you had been talking for half an hour straight.

‘Hey, ehm… Do you have any plans for tonight?’ he asks. You shake your head slowly. Why in the world were you hoping that Grayson would ask you out? You had a boyfriend, for God’s sake. But not for long, a voice in your head said back. Grayson strokes a hand through his fluffy hair. He looked nervous. ‘Look, I know that this is very weird because I just met you and everything, but eh…’

‘Yes?’ you encourage him. ‘But – would you – do you want to grab some coffee? Like, right now?’ he asks. He studies your face in anticipation while he waits for a reaction. You chuckle and look at your hands. Then you look up to him again.

Why was he so beautiful? ‘Yeah, I would really like that,’ you answer with a soft voice. He smiles and stands up, reaching his hand out to you. ‘Shall we?’ With a happy feeling you grab his welcoming hand, and together you start strolling through the park.

Originally posted by thedesire

Oceans - Stuart Twombly

inspired by the song Oceans by Seafret
word count: 4614

The scene was picture perfect.  Bright smiles, twinkling eyes, the fairy lights hung around the outside of the cafe illuminating the dark night.  Every time I looked at the picture, I could feel my heart beating in my chest.  My friends, all sitting around this horrible metal table.  Arms loosely wrapped around each other, cheeks pressed together, peace signs, a typical picture of a bunch of goony young adults.

The rose gold frame sat on my desk, catching my eye every time I typed away on my laptop, or watched Netflix, or worked on a new project Google handed to me.  I’d look at it for a few moments, it was never just a glance.  It probably took a good chunk of my day actually.  I’d stare at it, eyes flickering to every little detail.  The whiteness of Neha’s teeth, Lyle’s glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose, one of Billy’s eyes was half closed, my hair was messy, spilling over my shoulders from under Stuart’s beanie.  My gaze would linger there, and if I was feeling peculiarly nostalgic or depressed, I’d gently caress the glass protecting the photo with my fingers, then go back to my work like nothing had happened.  Oh the vicious cycle of depression.

Today was the day where I got up early, ready for whatever my job would bring me.  Some days were harder than others, but never usually too difficult.  Though every night I walked back into my apartment with heavy feet.  But that had nothing to do with the difficulty of work.  No that was just plain anxiety and stress.

See, it used to be incredible.  Working on the greatest team of delinquents, that had quickly become my closest friends.  Winning the intern competition last year was probably one of the greatest moments in my life, that I’d remember forever.  Us dorks felt like we were on top of the world.  We’d even gone out for celebratory pizza afterwards.  That’s when things started happening.  That’s when I grew closer to Stuart Twombly.


The irritating and sarcastic boy that couldn’t handle being away from his phone, had seemed to transform into a completely new person in a matter of forty five minutes.  I hadn’t spoken much with him, in fact we’d never even been alone together or held a solid conversation without the rest of the team being there.  So when he’d sat in the same booth with me, I was slightly confused.  Neha had quickly slid in across from me, which I silently thanked her for, seeing she was the closest person I had on the team.  Lyle was on the other side of Stuart, fitting three of us into one booth (which left absolutely no space between our legs) and Billy and Nick and Yo-Yo were squashed in with Neha.

The night was fun though, we’d ordered many pizzas, and stayed until closing.  We joked around, made fun of Gharam, and his relentless act towards asking me out. 

“I mean, how many times did he try?” Nick snickered.  I blushed and looked down at my lap. 

“Seriously, the creep should’ve left you alone after the sixtieth decline” Lyle said, an awkward laugh following.  “How about a date with a real man?” My eyes widened slightly as I tried to see of he was being serious or not.  I couldn’t really tell.

“Come on man, Gharam just started leaving her alone give her the space to breathe” Stuart spoke before I could say anything at all.  I looked up at him for a moment, just as everyone began laughing again.  But he somewhat ignored my glance, pretending to be interested in whatever Billy was saying.  When I realized he wasn’t going to look back at me, I turned away and picked at my meal.

We’d stayed for another few hours that night, until a waitress came over and told us that she couldn’t let us stay any longer.

Her eyes were bored, dull as she looked over our table.  I’d figured we’d annoyed her.  We weren’t exactly a quiet group.  But they landed on Stuart, to which she’d grinned mischievously, and her blue eyes lit up with what I could only describe as desire.  Though the look didn’t bother me, it did confuse me greatly.

“Alright, we’ll be on our way” Nick had said, and everyone began sliding out of the booths.  Stuart stood, and our waitress opened her mouth to speak, but he turned away from her, smiling softly towards me as I scooted out of the seat.  Stuart held his hand down to me, and it landed on the small of my back as I stood.  It stayed there as I walked with him to the front door of the restaurant.

Again, confusing me greatly.

But as soon as we were out of the view I looked wildly up to him, my eyes wide and brows furrowed with confusion and question.  But he shook his head, just barely, but enough for me to close my mouth before any questions could be asked.  The others had caught up to where we were waiting and we all left.

We walked up to the Golden Gate Bridge, as we’d done a few times before to go relax.  I’d been there countless times, (I lived in San Francisco) but every time I went it was still just as breathtaking.  The group of us laid down in the grass, enjoying the view of the night sky.

“Does anyone know any constellations?” Yo-Yo asked, a few feet away from me. 

“Yeah I do” I said, already searching the sky for familiar ones.  “There’s Orion” I said, pointing up to where I recognized his belt.  “That’s Delphinus, Taurus, Pavo” I looked for more, licking my lips as I tried to remember them all.  “I think.. Yeah thats Scorpius, and that’s-”

“How do you remember these all?” Stuart asked from right next to me.  I turned my head, meeting his whiskey brown eyes.  I blinked for a moment, then chewed on my lip.

“I uh… I minored in astrology for two years” I murmured.  I didn’t mean to be quiet, my voice just sorta failed me.  Stuart smiled at me, eyes flickering between mine and making my breathing shallow before he looked back up at the stars.  I continued to stare at him for a moment, how freckles scattered over his jaw, and long strands of chocolate brown hair poked out from under his beanie, slightly over his ear.  When I felt I’d stared for too long, I blushed and quickly looked away.

I think I was growing very fond of this Twombly boy.

When it became so late, the sun began to poke up, I was nudged.  Apparently that night I’d fallen asleep in the grass.  

My eyes fluttered open to see Stuart and Neha hovering over me.  I waved them off and closed my eyes again, turning on my side.

“Come on y/n” Stuart sighed, and a few seconds later I felt strong arms pull me up.  I yelped, jolting and opening my eyes quickly, only to hear his chuckle.  “You’re fine, just go to sleep” Again, I’d found myself confusedly staring at him.  But he didn’t see.  He was talking quietly with Billy and Nick.  This time I fell back asleep. 

When I woke up again, I was being shook gently.  I yawned, eyes landing on Stuart.

“Wha-where am I-”

“Calm own would you? Don’t you trust me?” I thought for a moment, opening and closing my lips.  That was when I registered I was sitting in a taxi cab, and my head had been laying on his shoulder, cushioned by his beanie.  Which still sat there.

“S-sorry did I fall asleep o-on you?” He chuckled and shrugged.

“Your fine.  This is your complex right?” He asked, pointing up at the building lot we just pulled into.  I nodded.  “Good, that’s what Neha told me” He said.  I straightened up, cracking my back as the driver parked.  Stuart opened the door, stepping out and holding his hand out to me.  My eyes locked on his for a long moment, before slipping my palm into his and letting him help me out of the car.

In fact, he’d walked me inside, and into the elevator to the third floor, down the hall to my room as I’d directed.  I stuffed my hand into my pocket, grabbing my key and unlocking the door.  When I stepped inside, I realized our hands were still conjoined.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked, not wanting to let go for an unknown reason.

“U-uhm sure” Stuart nodded, and I gestured my head for him to come inside.  I released his hand, kicking off my shoes and padding my bare feet into the kitchen, and searching in the fridge for a beer.  “I-I’ve never been here before” Stuart spoke, looking around.  It was a pretty open apartment, the kitchen and living room practically conjoined.  Only two doors, one leading to the bathroom, and one to my bedroom.

“No one has, really” I said, plopping two glasses onto the countertop, then searching for a bottle opener.

“Seriously?” Stuart walked over to me, standing on the other side of the counter.  I nodded, going through drawers until I finally found it.  I easily popped off the caps of the two glasses, and slid one over to him.  He took it happily and I picked up mine. 

“No, I don’t have company over for anything” I said with a shrug, heading to the living room.

“Not even Neha?” 

“Not a single person” I said, plopping onto the couch.  Stuart sat next to me, turning sideways to face me.  “To you Stuart Twombly” I said, raising my glass.  “For being my first guest” He rose his glass, to clink with mine.

We must’ve sat there for an hour, drinking until I was out of beer, and glasses of empty alcohol bottles were all over my coffee table.  Not necessarily to get drunk, but we were having too good of a time.  It was as though if we’d stopped, then the night would be over.  We were enjoying ourselves so much, talking and laughing about little things.  To think, the day before, that the only thing  could tell you about Stuart Twombly, was his name, and he had an obsession with beanies and his phone. 

“Okay okay okay…” I giggled and slurred drunkenly.  “I’ll pick… truth” I said with a big smile.  He was pensive for a moment, then grinned when he came up with an idea.

“Why’d you move here when you were so young?” 

“I wasn’t that young.  I was nineteen” I started, taking a swig of my beer.  “My hometown sucked.  I was bad at making friends so I didn’t have any, my parents… I didn’t have daddy and mommy issues by any means… but I needed a change” He nodded, content with my answer and took a drink.  “Now, truth or dare?” 

“Dare” He replied and I clapped my hands. 

“I dare you to do a handstand!” I squealed, and he eagerly jumped off of the couch, then awkwardly laid his upper back and neck on the floor, propping his legs up, then laying his hands flat on the ground.  He was able to hold himself up for a few seconds, but toppled over in a fit of laughter right afterwards. 

“I almost did it” He slurred, still chuckling as he sat back up on the sofa across from me.  We clinked glasses. 

“Oh so close” I said with a giggle before drinking.

“Alright y/n, truth or dare?” Stuart asked, and I thought while he took a long drink. 

“Okay… I’ll do a dare” I gave in, to his surprise.  I had been dodging that choice the past fifteen minutes we’ve been playing.  “Give me a good one though, not some lame ass prank call, you can do better than-” 

“I dare you to kiss me” He said, in the softest voice I’d heard all night.  My rambling was cut short, and I felt for a moment like I’d completely sobered up.  I was staring straight into his honey eyes.  I licked my lips hesitantly, then slid forward on the couch.  I set my beer on the table, as did he.  The entire environment of the room changed, and I realized my eyes had lingered on his lips for too long.  I sure had a problem with staring at this boy.  I looked up into his eyes for a moment, before closing mine and leaning in.

Our lips touched in a gentle kiss, my hands sliding up to frame around his face, pulling him ever so slightly closer.  Stuart’s arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me further against him on the couch, until our chests were pressed together.  I sucked in deep through my nose before we parted.  His eyes stared into mine, and neither of us moved.  Just our chests as we breathed deeply. 

“Th-that was my first kiss” I told him softly between quiet pants.  His brows knit together, confused. 

“What? H-how?” I blinked a few times, unsure of how to answer.  Maybe because I’d never had a boyfriend? But I wasn’t about to admit that now.  Stuart released my waist, a hand raising to tangle his fingers slightly into a strand of my hair. “Can you promise me something, y/n?” He asked in a murmur.  I nodded as he intricately placed the hair behind my ear.  “Promise me you won’t forget how beautiful you are” He said quietly.  I nodded my head after a moment.

“I promise” I answered, cheeks pink in a blush.  Stuart smiled a small but genuine smile, and pulled away from me.

We sat back on our respective sides of the couch, and continued our game. 

I thought for a moment as I remembered that night.  We were so carefree, and maybe it was the alcohol, but maybe it was just how we were in general.  Maybe we were just two young adults, enjoying our Friday night, getting to know each other.  Or maybe it was what I had thought.  Maybe we were falling in love.

Two weeks later, and Stuart and I were still complaining about our killer hangovers from our long night of drinking and talking.  I’d woken up the next morning on the couch, my head in his lap, cradling an arm that didn’t belong to me.  He was sat upright, his head hanging off the top of the couch and groaning about a headache.  I’d remembered the events from the night before, and somehow managed to get up to retrieve aspirin. 

Stuart and I became close friends.  Very close in fact.  The kind people constantly think are dating, not that I minded.  I wasn’t sure if he did.  I wasn’t even sure if he remembered what had all taken place that night, but I didn’t push the subject.  We became the kind of friends who walk around holding hands, or hug, share food and drink, kiss on the cheek here and there- hell even I would think we were dating.  (i wish).

We were sitting in my apartment, the night after our photo was taken at the cafe, his infamous beanie resting on my head.  In fact, I was wearing it as of this moment.  The both of us were sat on the sofa, watching tv.  He was scrolling through his phone while I laid across his lap, my head on the armrest of the couch. 

“Hey Stew” I said softly, not sure if I really wanted to ask the question I’d been hung up on for the past days.

“Mhm?” He dropped a hand to my arm to show he was paying attention, seeing that his eyes were glued to his phone. 

“Do you remember the night you came over?” 

“Mhm, worst hangover of my life” He snorted, glancing to me for a short moment.  “Why? Wanna get drunk?”

“No, no Stew it’s important” I said as seriously as I could, but my voice was still quiet.  His brows furrowed as he turned off his phone and looked at me. 

“Alright” He said, meeting my eyes.  “What’s going on in that messy head of yours?”

“Do you remember anything besides the hangover?” I asked, finding it difficult to hold his gaze.  “At all?” I asked when he didn’t answer. 

“Hold on I’m trying to think… I drank a lot that night” His eyes were squinted, and my heart managed to sink and beat faster at the same time.  “I… we played truth or dare…” He started slowly and I nodded eagerly. 

“Yeah yeah we did”

“And.. and I did a handstand?” I chuckled quietly and nodded again.  “And… and you told me ab-”

“You asked me to kiss you” Stuart’s brows raised.

“Well that would’ve been something to remember” Normally I would have laughed. 

“But-but you don’t?” Stuart shook his head.

“No… why was I bad?” He chuckled awkwardly to himself.  I pushed myself up, and crawled off of his lap.  “Why- are you alright?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d made things awkward for you that night” I just shook my head repeatedly, staring down at my lap, where my hands were wringing together.  “Hey is there.. Is there something else going on?” Stuart asked, turning to face me but I shook my head again.  “y/n/n don’t lie” He put one of his hands on mine.  “y/n” He said more sternly.  I hesitantly turned my head meeting his eyes and I felt my foot tap quickly on the ground.

“Sorry, sorry no I don’t know what- I don’t know what got into me” He frowned, but eventually got up and stretched a little.

“I’m gonna get a drink” He said, walking over to the kitchen.  I watched as he opened the fridge, and surprised me by pulling out a pop can. 

“No beer?” He shook his head.

That was the last time Stuart and I talked to each other.  Three months passed, and he hasn’t bothered to talk to me whatsoever.  I can’t really tell why, I don’t remember having done anything that would’ve driven him away.  The rest of that night I hadn’t mentioned the kiss, and it’s not like I admitted to him that I was in love with him.  At first, it just really pissed me off, but now I just keep more to myself than before, and tried to ignore him at all costs. 

No, that does not mean I’m happy.  In fact, I’m beyond miserable.  I don’t remember the last time I’d spoken to any of them, I’d hardly spoken at work at all.  Just on the phone when a customer or my boss called.  I’m not sure when Neha and I’s friendship ceased, somewhere along the line we just stopped talking.  Sometimes she sits at my small table in the cafe for lunch, but we still don’t converse.  Just sit there silently.

I walked in this morning, not anywhere near as dressed up as I used to get for work.  I was in jeans, old and worn biker boots, and a tee shirt.  My hair was in a ratty and messy bun, I don’t think I brushed my hair at all this morning.  In fact, I don’t even remember walking to the building (I lived just two blocks away) but I can’t tell you remembering the scenery or people I passed.  I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat down at my desk.  My elbows propped up onto the desk as I dragged the skin around the edges of my eyes, hoping to rub the sleep out of them.  It wasn’t working.  A small groan left my lips as I turned on my computer and began to sign in. 

“Good morning y/n” I jumped slightly, dropping my computer mouse onto the floor by my foot.  “Oh I’m sorr-” 

“It’s okay Lyle” I mumbled.  “What did you want?” He seemed to swallow thickly, and readjusted the glasses on his nose.  It made me think of the way Stuart used to always crinkle his nose before pushing his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.

“Well uh, I’ve actually noticed your lack of interaction with the rest of the team, are you alr-” 

“I’m fine, is here something important?” I snapped a little, but didn’t raise my voice.  I didn’t want the others to notice my ‘coming out of the shell I’d been hiding in’ moment. 

“Actually yes… someone from Communications is here to speak to you about your performance” I nodded my head.

“Well where are they?”

“At the door actually” I turned, and just as I did, Gharam walks over and stands himself next to Lyle, in front of me.  I stared with wide eyes up at him, having heard many stories from Neha and Stuart about Gharam and his… foolish charms.  “You look surprised darling” He spoke in an English accent, but something was off about it.

“I am, I wasn’t informed of any meeting, until here you are now” I straightened up, seeing that he was trying to intimidate me by leaning over, eyes downcast towards me.  I pulled a slight smirk on, just small enough to be noticeable but not questionable.  He only reciprocated it.

“Well love, I have an important question for you” You nodded, prompting him to continue.  “Attention! Low life Google team!” Gharam held his hands out, earning the attention of Neha, Billy, Nick, Yo Yo, and Stuart, who watched me intently.  But I looked back to Gharam.

“What’s this all abou-”

“Your very own lovely y/n here,has been given the opportunity of a promotion!” Besides Graham’s clapping, the room was silent.  I continued to stare at the englishman.  “What? No applause for this stunning creature?” I wanted to be flattered by his strange way of flirting, but instead I felt like regurgitating.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stuart walking out of the room, shaking his head.  It would’ve broken my heart, if it wasn’t already shattered

“Why do I get a promotion?” I asked quietly, and Gharam grinned widely down towards me.

“Because you, my dear, would be a lovely head of the Communications department” My eyes widened like a cartoon, and my voice caught in my throat.  How? My work has been average.

“I-I think you’re at the wrong-”

“Oh don’t be so modest, we can discuss the paperwork over dinner” Gharam smirked and winked, and I took a step away from him, huffing angrily.

“But I like working here!” I stated loudly, and angrily.  My hands were in fists by my sides.  “I like my group, I like my job I like my payroll, I don’t want a promotion” The man laughed loudly, holding his hands over his stomach like it was the most comical thing he’d ever heard anyone say.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling” He said, reaching a finger to swipe his thumb over my cheek.  I smacked his hand away with a slap that seemed to silence the room even more.  I didn’t notice that this was when Stuart came back into the room, I was too focused on the man in front of me.

“I’m not taking a job just so you can go out with me” I snapped at him, and moved to walk back towards my work space, but he followed me quickly.

“Problem? Gharam?” I spun back on my heel in shock of the voice I hadn’t heard in what felt like years.  Stuart Twombly was standing in front of me, his back towards me and Gharam trying to tower over him.  In seconds I watched as Gharam backed away, shaking his head and standing silently frozen.  “Come on y/n” Before I could say anything, Stuart took my hand pulled me with him out the door of our large office flat.  I walked quietly beside him, my hand still stuck in his as he led me through the hallways.  I looked over at him, but he kept his focus on his walking.  Dead ahead.  He was on a mission it seemed.

“Stuart?” I spoke, my voice practically a mumble as we neared the exit of the building. 

“Where have you been?” He asked as he pushed open the doors, with me still following right next to him.  It was the first time his hand released mine.

“I haven’t been anywhere” I muttered, my eyes narrowing slightly at his apparent anger.  “What, you’re mad at me because I haven’t been around?” He ducked his head down, instantly realizing his mistake.  “Wow.  Wow Stuart” I laughed bitterly, a passive aggressive grin on my face as I looked up.  My palm pressed to my forehead as I calmed down my laughter.  “If you don’t mind, I have work to get to” I said, turning to go back inside. 

“N-no don’t leave” He quickly ran in front of me, hands out and a pleading expression on his face.  “Please don’t just go” 

“And why the hell not?”

“Because I miss you y/n!” He yelled exasperatedly, and my mouth hung open in shock.  “I really fucking miss you” His voice softened, and I blinked, licking my lips before closing my mouth. 

“I missed you too” I said weakly. 

“And I do remember that night, I remember it vividly, every goddamn second of it” I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes off of him. 

“Y-you did? Then why did you-”

“Cause I didn’t want to say the wrong thing… guess I did anyways” I frowned slightly, stepping a little closer to him. 

“What did you think that you were going to say that would make me upset?”

“Upset’s not really the word… more like.. More like distant.  I thought you’d be distant and I didn’t want to lose you or anyth-”

“What were you going to say?” I cut off his ramblings, stepping closer again, if I took one more step, then our noses would ‘bump together. 

“I was going to tell you that..” He trailed off for a moment, looking down at his feet.  “That um.. That I…” My eyebrows raised in anticipation.  “y/n I really like you, I don’t know how you did it but you got me to fall for you in a matter of one night and I swear it wasn’t cause we were both drunk off our ass it was because you’re the first person I’ve ever met that’s… that’s real you felt real to me and I- I wanted to tell you that and I almost did but I didn’t want to mess things up-”

“You would’ve messed everything up” I told him. 

“I know” He said quietly.

“Absolutely everything, you would’ve ruined everything” I heard him sniffle, and he still stared down at his feet.  I chuckled quietly, and curled my fingers under his jaw, bringing his face up to look at me, even though he was practically above me.  “But it would’ve been in the best way possible” I told him solemnly.  I watched his eyes light up, and I smiled softly.  Next thing I knew he leaned down, and gently pressed his lips against mine.

“I’m sorry” He mumbled between sweet kisses.  “I shouldn’t have lied around it I should’ve just told you” I opened my eyes as his arms wrapped around my back, tugging me against him in a tight hug.  I smiled, arms winding around his neck and holding myself there against him.

“Try not to ‘forget’ that kiss, okay?” Stuart chuckled against me.

“I’m not sure how I could”


guys i can’t tell you how happy i am to post again :)
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Run (Suga x Reader)

You just have a natural tendency to run away from your problems. Including your eon-long crush on Yoongi.

fluff + comedy, 2.6k words, yoongi/reader, college au


You vaguely register that Taehyung is asking you a question about some date he’s planning for his girlfriend, but you can’t be bothered to listen. There are more important and immediate issues at hand for you right now. “Yeah, sure,” you say distractedly, not even knowing what you’ve just agreed to. Yoongi’s just sent you a Tumblr post of cute animals and you’re too busy squealing over the adorableness and also the fact that oh my god Yoongi is texting me.

You’ve only been crushing on him for like two years. Maybe more. He’s also probably the only reason why you still try to remain relevant in the world instead of fully accepting the void with open arms.

“You’re not really paying attention to me, are you?”

You finally look up from your phone. Taehyung’s pouting at you over his own burger; the kid barged into your dorm twenty minutes ago with food and about a million questions. “Uh, sorta? Ish?” You give him a nervous smile. He sighs.

“Whatever, it’s okay. I’ll just ask someone else.”

“I don’t understand why you’re freaking out so much about this though,” you say, picking up your burger. “It’s not like it’s your first date with her anything; you guys have been dating for a few months. It doesn’t have to be all that perfect right?”

Taehyung regards you for a minute. “It’s my one year anniversary with her.”

Okay, so maybe you don’t do a very good job at staying relevant and connected to the social world. You stare at him in utter shock. “Wh-Uh, yeah. I know. O-Of course.”

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Free To Be You And Me

Request made by @veritytyleruniverse

Hey, so about the prompts, how about jamilton where they are dating but because they insult each other so much, everyone thinks they hate each other.

Wordcount: 1783 words

Beta-ed by my lovely @smolchinerd

Note: It’s finally done! I liked writing this! <3 I’m sorry it took too long, but I’m quite pleased with the result! Enjoy! <3


There was a routine. Alexander Hamilton would always arrive before seven in the morning with tired eyes, plodding heavily his feet across the lobby. He would stop for a coffee in a shitty cafe and he would bring the hot berbage to the office, still warm and humming in his hands. His briefcase hanging from his shoulder, and his clothes clean but a little wrinkled in some spots.

He would greet the receptionist with a smile and head to the elevators. He would go up to his floor and enter his office. Then, five minutes later, Thomas Jefferson would come out from the elevator and smirk at him from his office door. The southern would occupy his place in the office across Hamilton’s, and then they both would start to work.

Along the day they would snap or fight each other. Jefferson denying his approval of Hamilton’s plans, Hamilton yelling at him to ‘sign the fucking paper’. They would fight over how coffee should be prepared like: Jefferson says with milk and sugar, Hamilton says ‘as black as my soul’. They would fight over anything they could.

And then, there were the meetings.

For anyone with the honor of being in the meetings, the fights Jefferson and Hamilton have along the day are nothing. Nothing, compared to the disastrous fights that usually took place in the meetings.

So yeah. That’s the way today started. Everything was fine. Or so it seemed.

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markhyuck headcanonz

‘im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ a very specific headcannon if you want , I’m sorry - requested by an anon :’) <3

- ok so mark is a popular athlete, good student and all but his fiends r kinda… dumber jocks. so one time he is over one of his friend’s w the squad and they have a stupid contest over something like who can hold his head under water the longest

- and mark loses. and as a punishment he has to egg his friend’s neighbour’s house. he isnt looking forward to that tbh bc he isnt a bad person but… peer pressure

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Why John Laurens Shouldn’t Be Allowed to Own a Turtle

Or, Alternatively Titled, Just How Wrong You Could Be

pairing: john laurens x reader fluff!

word count: 1400

warnings: some sassiness (i hope its not… too mean), i don’t think there’s any swears, but i could be wrong

prompt/request: “Can you do a fic of laurens x Reader and the reader is head strong and sassy and they get a pet chocolate lab and a turtle? Thank you if you get to this!” from @bluu-lane

a/n: this is such a cute request, i thought it would be really good to start off the week with! lil’ fluffy, and a lil’ silly <3 also, ‘Y/G/N’ stands for ‘your grandpas name’! just a helpful tidbit for you as you read along :) enjoy! <3


John,” you told him sternly. “We are not getting a turtle.”

John stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “But have you seen them?” he asked, turning his phone towards you. “Look how cute they are, with their little faces and-”

“They look like my grandpa,” you told him. “Every. Single. One.”

A laugh escaped his mouth and he shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t want a turtle, do you?”

“I don’t want our pet to die because you neglect it,” you answered.

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skippinginclouds  asked:

when you have time, would you ever be willing to talk about how you think ronan and renee each view religion? like what it means for them/what they get out of it/why they choose to follow it when so many other people (esp their age) don't seem to?

you betcha babe, I’m gonna give a little of my experience for ref, if that’s okay?

There are only three things that lodge in my mind about the ten years of my life I spent going to church every Sunday:

1. I got to dress up, Sunday best, pinched cheeks as my accessory. If I was lucky they’d let me and one of my brothers carry the candle and bible to the front, and I’d have a staring contest with the flame while we trailed after the choir procession. Everyone watched, endeared by the children symbolically carrying protestantism in their chubby hands. I liked that church was gaudy. I liked that there was a script, and that I got to sing and shake hands with strangers.

2. If there’s a God, I thought he belonged to me. He was the helpline that was always open. Religion was offered up to me like a wish-granting factory. Believing in something is hard work, and it kept me entertained, for a while. If I was in trouble, or if I really, really wanted something, I dialled God’s number. I had private fights with God. I wished on him and hated him and forgot him.

3. My brother and I used to sneak off and explore the church before service started. I vividly remember sneaking through the supply cupboard down what we thought were “secret” stairs. My brother is older, and I would’ve followed him even if he lead me straight past the floorboards of the musty church to hell. We found something new every week. It’s amazing what can feel like an endless gothic castle when you’re seven. Sometimes I think of my brother as he was then, clever and funny and absolutely everything I wanted to be, and I ache to be in the quiet of the church basement, asking him about the dusty props in the corner, spinning in my pretty red dress for the wall to wall mirrors, happily lied to about the secrets and magic and God all around us.

I think Renee sits somewhere around a more dedicated number two, and Ronan is a 1-2-3 — heavy on the three.

Renee wants to keep her hands busy. She tried carving herself a new future and it turned out to be a double-sided knife, slicing her hands in the process. God is more than a second chance for her, he is something to constantly, relentlessly pursue. When Renee says she’s trying very hard to be a good person, she means it. Believing in God is a struggle for her. The world is cruel (or like. the people in it, Neil, okay, same diff), and scrubbing the blood away so she can look God in the face is almost impossible when it keeps welling up (taking her friends, throwing her prayers away).

Renee needs that prayerful helpline on speed-dial. She needs the hard work or she might fade away. Religion is her new talisman, the handle of a new, sturdy weapon, and she keeps it as her defence, something to learn and use and put away when she needs to.

She’s not casually religious, she’s putting all her money on God. Christianity is really and truly all she had before she met the foxes.

It’s gruelling, being a “bad person” and believing in God, trying to understand A) what you are, B) why you’ve been made only to be treated so poorly, C) How you’re supposed to lever your burden up and keep believing, how to make amends

—which is where Ronan comes in. 

please God what am I, tell me what I am

Sometimes I think Renee and Ronan would respect each other too much to be friends.

Ronan is in a self-loathing depression a mile wide when we meet him, and he sees himself as a bad person trying to be a bad person (until the day that he fights some demons, gets some help, digs himself free, and actively tries to be good)

His life is a shitshow of loss and longing, and he’s absolutely ravenous for answers. He doesn’t even doubt God, he just wants to brawl with him for a while there, call the bastard down and piss in his cornflakes, you know

Religion isn’t hard for Ronan. It’s the number 1 I mentioned before, something he can perfect and impress with. I bet he even liked how good he looked in his crisp shirt before everything went down, unbuttoned at the collar like his father’s. He likes an honest, unrepentant performance.

I bet he was determined to believe in God that little bit more than everyone else, memorize the bible verses (he likes learning niall’s languages, and those were largely latin, holy, or slurred and drunk)

He also called passages out like his father did for being “rubbish” whenever things got too close to condemning their magic, their Otherness. He’s a selective Catholic in a lot of ways, hand-picking the good stuff because he knows that religion belongs to him, that it’s exactly what he makes it.

His dad taught him that what was in his head was the only real thing other than God. Ronan negotiates the two. When he’s brave enough, and okay enough, he pins his sexuality to God’s forehead and dares him to have a problem with it.

Renee goes to church to think, and so does Ronan. When everything gets a bit much, and gore fills their heads up, the church is their sanctuary.

Where it’s a puzzle for Renee though, it’s easy for Ronan. Old hat. He walks into the church and he feels the incense and dust fold around him like his mother’s dreamy embrace. He asks questions to the empty pews like he’s talking to his dead father. Renee walks in feeling unworthy, feeling too big for the vaulted ceilings, and she gropes for God’s hand in the dark. (The first time she prays and she feels like she’s being heard, she cries. She goes home to her new mother and cries some more, her past in tatters, her future tasting of sacramental wine.)

More than anything though, Ronan is lost in number 3′s nostalgia

As you may have gathered, Catholicism IS Ronan’s father, wow, nifty,

He goes to church for the comfort and the sting, just like visiting Niall’s grave. His religion is a relic from his childhood, when they were so arrogant about how their lives would play out.

I’ll bet you anything that Ronan walks into church, breathes in, and tastes his first swig of alcohol under his father’s watchful eye, not flinching because he wouldn’t. He sees Declan-Ronan-Matthew, heads bowed over abridged Sunday school bibles, Matthew pleasantly not following along, Declan pointing out the bad illustrations so that Ronan snorts. His mother smiling placidly and combing her hand through his hair until he focuses enough to sing hymns with the rest of the crowd. His father boasted the largest voice in the room. Declan was embarrassed. Matthew and Aurora delighted. Ronan’s mouth curled like dead leaves because his father could make a scene like no one else.

Ronan’s relationship with God can’t be snipped because it was cast in iron, welded in place by Niall Lynch when he burnt his way out of Ronan’s atmosphere. 

Renee’s faith can’t be stomped out because she’s shielding it with absolutely everything she has. (Andrew understands her faith because he gets what it’s like to protect your hope even if parts of you have to die.)

End of the day, foxes or ravens, their friends aren’t religious for a lot of reasons — not raised with it, hurts too much, they need proof, etc, etc

but they all understand the way it sits with Renee/Ronan

they know that religion is a pattern that holds them together, a someone when there’s absolutely no one, a lil flickering reminder of the things they’ve lost & hurt for

I think I lost my religious inclinations because I wasn’t willing to fight for it tbh

but man Ronan and Renee are nothing if not fighters

MAGI 349 Full Spoiler Translation.

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Jump.Netabare’s texts ^^

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UPDATE: I added the jump-Netabare info that was missing. I checked it while looking at the korean scans so i would be able order it as if the texts were the in word balloons ( you can read it that way if you want to, while you look at the pics on the korean scans) ^^

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Narration:

The Battle to decide the fate of the world… There is something abnormal in Alibaba’s bright idea?

* On the left side of the page it says: volume 33 now on sale! ( i already have my copy, i love the vepar!sin back cover)

Sinbad’s Thoughts: What’s your plan, Alibaba-kun?

Alibaba: With my “great magic that connect dimensions” I will take down both the vertical and horizontal walls of the world.

Arba: In other words, will that be the abolition of God’s multilayered structure and the complete integration of the Rukh?

Aladdin: Doing both never came to my mind.

Alibaba: really?

Sinbad: ….

Night 349 “Involved Human Beings”

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mafia!luhan, 14.8k, was wondering if u could do a bad boy! luhan scenario []

warning: possible triggers (death, murder, illness, etc), smut (oral and some lovely luhan kisses!!)

Luhan is trying to hold onto his own reality. You wouldn’t do that. He thinks you wouldn’t. He knows you’ve been hiding things from him and he knows there’s truth behind your words but he thinks that everything you’ve told him is not a lie. You love him. You do. 

Originally posted by 7thvelvet


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“Gah,” Jason Todd exclaims, slamming one hand against the steering wheel. Dev, to his credit, does not jump but looks up briefly from the article he is reading on his phone.

“Problem?” Dev asks, glancing ahead at the road from the passenger seat.

“I’m so fricking hungry,” Jason growls, twisting in his seat to look out the rear window. “Tim’s right there. Why the frick did we decide to wait until after her recital to eat?”

“Because it’s barely five in the evening, mate,” Dev answers, sounding vaguely amused. They left the Arts Hall after going to Cassandra’s afternoon ballet recital en masse, and managed to talk Alfred into take-out burgers instead of the older man skipping the recital to prepare food for afterward.

“It’s a stupid time to eat lunch,” Jason snaps. “And why did Tim pick it all up, anyway.”


Dev pockets his phone and gives Jason a level look as the car crawls forward in traffic.

“Mate.”

“What?!” Jason exclaims, throwing his head back. “AUGH.”

“We’re having dinner. Did you not eat lunch?”

“What the hell,” Jason throws an arm in the air and slams the gas to close the gap that’s suddenly opened ahead of them. A second later, he pounds the brake just as hard at a red light. “Alfred told me not to eat!”

“He didn’t mean all day, mate,” Dev says, a little startled now. “You could’ve had lunch.”

“Hold on,” Jason snaps. “Fuck it.”

The younger man throws the gear shift into park and before Dev can even yell in protest, Jason flings the car door open and tumbles out of the car, shaking off his seatbelt.

“Jay!” Dev says, pointlessly, craning to see.

Jason jogs ten feet back and bends down at the window of Tim’s car. Dev can make out Tim’s confused expression through the glass, but a moment later a brown paper bag of food and a drink are extended through the open window.

Jason snatches them and sprints back to his car, sliding into the seat amidst the car’s angry beeping at being left on while the door is open. He buckles again just as the light changes to green and the engine makes an awful revving noise when he presses the gas.

“Drive,” Dev says and Jason whips the gear shift around and they’re moving forward again.

Somehow in those few seconds of running or buckling, Jason has already gotten a cheeseburger out of the bag and is chewing a mouthful.

“I slept in,” he mumbles around a large bite. “Didn’t have time. Goodness gracious, this is heaven.”

“It’s only Park Avenue,” Dev jokes, peering into the bag Jason had thrown onto his lap.

“Listen,” Jason insists, “I love this cheeseburger more than I’ve loved anything or anyone ever. With all my heart. See if there’s another one.”

“The sack’s full of them,” Dev answers, sorting through the wrappers. “No chips, though.”

“Tim said there’s another bag of those,” Jason says, wadding the paper and foil wrapper. He reaches over and grabs another burger. “Alfred will understand.”

“We’ll say I gave you mine if anyone’s miffed,” Dev says, folding the top of the bag shut.

“Well, now I feel bad,” Jason protests, taking another bite anyway.

“I just want chips, mate. I ate lunch like a sane person,” Dev says with a grin.

“Har har,” Jason answers with his mouth full. “Gimme Dick’s next.”

Dev’s hand tightens on the bag and he edges it away from Jason’s reach.

“I’m not gonna eat it,” Jason says, putting a hand up in a gesture of assurance. “I’m just gonna lick it and put it back. I’ll tell him later.”

Dev raises an eyebrow and moves the bag further away.

“You are zero fun, Dr. Frankenstein,” Jason grumbles, turning off the main road stretch they’d been on. “It’s like you’ve been spending too much time with Bruce.”

“Don’t act surprised,” Dev says. “If you get him ill, guess who has to take care of it?”

“Alfred?” Jason asks. “Okay, yeah. That’s a deterrent.”

“I meant me, you plonker,” Dev says, his tone offended. “I’d not leave him to Alfie alone.”

“Oh, in that case, hand it over anyway.” Jason shrugs and slurps soda from the cup and then makes a face. “This is fucking gross. Why is this orange.”

“Your da’s, and I’ve tried to talk him out of it,” Dev says, pressing his shoulder against the door to brace himself. “Bloody hell, Jay, slow for the turns or we’ll both end up zombies.”

“You aren’t a Wayne,” Jason scoffs. “What makes you think you’d come back?”

“Steph’s not a Wayne and she came back,” Dev retorts, taking the cup out of Jason’s hand. “If you don’t care about us, at least have mercy on your sodding suspension.”

“It’s Bruce’s car. I don’t care,” Jason says, speeding through a yellow light. He glances in the rearview mirror. “And Steph didn’t actually die. Good. We lost Tim.”

“Were we trying to lose Timothy?” Dev asks, turning his head to look out the back.

“We’re racing,” Jason answers. A second later, he cuts the wheel hard and they slam around a corner into an alleyway. “Fish-fucking-sticks, I forgot about that new bridge. I bet Tim took it.”

“I did not agree to racing,” Dev says firmly. “Not in the middle of Gotham.”

“We have to get you away from Bruce. He’s rubbing off on you and it’s awful.” Jason doesn’t slow down coming out of the alley and takes a u-turn almost immediately on the road he joins.

“Have you ever been in a car with Bruce, mate,” Dev says. “Bloody hell, at this point, I’m not even going to want chips. Your da drives like a bat out–” He stops abruptly.

Jason turns to him with a wicked grin.

“Finish it,” he orders, blowing through a yellow light.

“I’m just going to stop talking,” Dev says instead. “I’m going to close my eyes and whinge to Alfie when we get back and never get in a car I’m not driving, ever again.”

“If you don’t want your fries, can I have those, too?” Jason asks, slowing suddenly. They crawl down the street at five miles under the speed limit and Dev watches out the window as they pass a squad car tucked back into an alley with a radar gun. “Do you know if they jokerized them?”

“If they what?” Dev replies, his stomach turning. As soon as they’re around a corner, the car picks up speed again.

“The fries. Did they jokerize them. The seasoning?” Jason says, as if this is obvious. “They’re crap without it but sometimes Tim skips it because Bruce gets weird about it.”

“How dare your da get weird about remembering you died,” Dev says dryly. “The sodding audacity.”

“Hey,” Jason says, coughing. He picks up the soda and drinks some. The younger man makes a face at the taste and then sips it again anyway. “You’re doing better. You didn’t pause all funny before you said it this time.”

“Audacity?” Dev says with a grin. “I’m shite at writing, but I can manage some big words.”

“You know what the frick I mean,” Jason laughs. “I’m pretty sure we lost, by the way. Check Tim’s location.”

“I’m not ringing him, mate. If he’s still driving, he’ll answer anyway. The lot of you have no self-preservation skills whatsoever,” Dev refuses as they drive over the bridge toward the more secluded Manor.

“You’re so old,” Jason complains. “Just open your texts and go to his contact info. It should be right there. Dick made him share his location with everyone after that insomnia thing.”

Dev slides his phone out of his pocket with his free hand and taps on the screen.

“Huh,” he says. “This is bloody convenient. He’s half a mile from the Manor and not moving. I hope Dames is okay.”

“Why wouldn’t Damian be okay?” Jason asks, looking over sharply.

“He was in the back, yeah? And if Tim was driving anything like you were…” Dev trails off as if this is enough information.

“You lost me,” Jason says. “Damian’s an idiot but he wouldn’t try to take over.”

“He gets carsick in the backseat, mate,” Dev says, typing a text while he talks. “Did you not know?”

“How do you know that?” Jason demands. “Gah, it’s like you’re turning into Alfred.”

“He was sick all over my car on the way to Lake Vernon last summer. He was too sodding stubborn to ask me to stop.”

“I don’t even know why you stick around,” Jason exclaims, braking to a stop. Tim’s car is on the shoulder of the road but the car is empty.

“Mostly for tea,” Dev says, opening his door. “I’ll look about.” He sets the bag of cheeseburgers on the seat when he stands, then he stoops over and gives Jason a skeptical glance and takes the bag with him.

Jason flicks the hazard lights on and climbs out. He squints, looking down the road.

“They’re up there, walking,” he says.

“The petrol tank says it’s empty,” Dev adds, looking through the driver’s side window of Tim’s car.

“Get back in,” Jason says quickly. “Hurry. He saw us.”

Dev obeys and barely is buckled again before the car speeds forward.

“What the bloody hell,” he yelps as the speedometer tips toward 60 miles per hour. They rush past Stephanie and Cassandra, who are holding bags of food and trays of drinks. A second later, they speed past Tim and Damian, who are both sprinting.

“We can still win,” Jason says. “And loser has to tell Bruce that we broke the T-Rex’s head before the recital.”

“You what,” Dev exclaims. “Does this mean we’re free? We can burn it in the yard?”

“He’s going to fix it. He fixed it last time.”

“Then what’s the bloody point?” Dev demands, sounding defeated. “How did you break it, anyway?”

“Um,” Jason says reluctantly. “We shot it. But it was an accident. And we won!”

The car skids to a stop on the drive in front of the Manor with a whining screech.

“You accidentally shot…the head of…the massive dinosaur…” Dev summarizes faintly.

“Mhmm. With a crossbow,” Jason says. “We didn’t think it’d just fucking shatter like that, but I guess it’s gotten brittle. And now Tim gets to tell Bruce and I swear to god someone will die if they didn’t season those fries.” He’s already out of the car and he bangs on the roof. “You coming?”

“Yes,” Dev says in a detached voice. “But only because Alfie’s inside and I can find some semblance of sanity there, otherwise I’d just spend the night right here, thanks.”

“Can I still have your fries?” Jason asks, turning to give Tim and Damian the finger as they stagger onto the front lawn from the road. Tim gives it back and sits down on the grass and Damian runs faster. Jason yells and bolts up the stairs. “Answer me inside! If I’m still alive!”

Dev waves to Tim who waves limply before falling onto his back on the lawn.

“I’m so hungry!” the faint yell carries to the car. “Can you throw me a cheeseburger?”

“What, did none of you eat before?” Dev shouts back, his grip tightening on the bag.

“I slept in!” Tim replies. “And then the burgers were stolen.”

Dev sighs and turns toward the Manor.

“Drag your sorry arse inside,” he calls over his shoulder. He stops and takes a cheeseburger out and sets it on the steps. “Here. I’m luring you.”

When he glances back, Tim raises a hand in a thumbs-up gesture.

“This sodding family,” Dev mutters. Alfred appears just inside the doorway and doesn’t flinch or blink at the sound of crashing behind him.

“In one piece?” the older man asks calmly.

“Just barely,” Dev replies. “I thought ballet was supposed to be calm and civilized.”

“Not for the Waynes,” Alfred says with a slight smile, stepping aside. “But I hardly think this should be news to you.”

Jason steps around Alfred and back out onto the top step with a struggling, protesting Damian thrown over his shoulder.

“Did you jokerize the fries?” he roars down toward the lawn where Tim is still lying. Tim sits up and cups his hands around his mouth to shout back.

“Of course I did. They’re gross plain.”

“Eat them outside!” Bruce’s voice carries out of the house from somewhere down a hallway. “Or I throw them away!”

Jason drops Damian, who just barely manages to land on his feet, and he tips his head back and growls.

“You’re repressing everyone!” he complains loudly.

“I’ll clean the patio table,” Alfred says, disappearing inside.

“My house, my rules!” Bruce answers and Jason turns and slams the door shut.

The girls are at the edge of the lawn now, still carrying food. Cassandra is slurping slushie through a fat straw. A window above the steps opens and Dick leans out.

“Did Jason lick my cheeseburger again?” he demands of the crowd in general. “Jay. Jason.”

“Frick yes I did,” Jason says.

“He didn’t,” Dev answers, holding the bag aloft. The window shuts.

“You have no sense of fun,” Jason moans, snatching Damian up again. The boy is as tall as Tim now, so it’s less like watching a child being picked up and more like watching someone be abducted. “Come on, Demonbird. We’re going to jump in the pool just like this.”

Tim has dragged himself to his feet and joins Dev on the steps. He leans over and picks up the cheeseburger sitting on the ground and unwraps it.

“I have to tell Bruce about the T-Rex,” he mutters. “Wanna come?”

“Why not,” Dev answers with a shrug. “It’s safer than being by the pool.”

no more secrets / regulus black

requested by two lovely anons, i changed things a bit but i swear i meant well (also reader is a hufflepuff) love u xx

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You didn’t fancy it, not even in the slightest. Having to spend the entirety of your days watching couples and their incredulous PDA from afar as you walked through the dark corridors, only slightly illuminated by candles, cold fingers adjusting the mustard yellow scarf around your neck that kept you warm all day. It was bad enough you had to presence all their playful touches and passionate kisses without a care in the world when you couldn’t even hold your own boyfriend’s hands openly.

It was draining your energies, and worse, you had to watch him walking around the same halls pretending not to acknowledge your very existence, yet you knew you couldn’t complain - because you had agreed to it. He wasn’t disrespectful to you at all and his stares seemed to always follow your shadow, but the agreement consisted of pretending the other didn’t exist and you said yes to it. It was, after all, only to keep you safe from his mother. He had explained everything in solid details about how awful she had always been towards his brother and himself and how worse she had become when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. She had this obsession with keeping the bloodline pure, said Regulus, she believed being a Black made you practically royal and he couldn’t even imagine what she would try to do if it ever come to her ears her sweet son was in love with a Hufflepuff.

However, even with all of that, he needed to keep seeing you, he wanted to be with you arduously but could never put you in danger, ever. So you had agreed to keep your relationship secretive, after all, Walburga had her eyes everywhere even at Hogwarts and it only took one scared soul to spill it out you’d been seeing each other. But you still did, it’d been one year since you’d meet every day in one of Hogwarts secret rooms and be together. It felt so good and so right to be next to him, he was kind and took such good care of you, it was hard to believe it wasn’t just a big dream, a really fantastic one. He’d often read to you, bring you gifts and just spoil you in every way possible, you’d drown in each other’s scents and tastes and the world would just stop turning. You had this incredible adoration for the other and he made you happy. All that hiding was for your own good. But it had you thinking further, was it going to last?

Where were you even going with it? Walburga would never just let Regulus make his own decisions after finishing Hogwarts, and would probably disinherit him if she was ever to find out. And eventually, his mother would find some girl at his level to betroth and you’d be all by yourself. Did he have plans for you or were you just a toy until his mother found someone for him?

Watching him from across the room, during a Potions class had you realising: there was no happy ending for you. You had been cultivating all this love for him when you knew it had to come to an end, for your sake. You stared at all his features as he quietly laughed at something his partner had just said, his black hair a little bit messier than his mother would like. The slippery hot tears sprinkled through your eyes as you tried to suppress all those feelings, you’d miss him - but to your surprise, his eyes fell on you and he saw you. He saw your tears and he saw you grabbing your ink pot to stop your hands from trembling. He saw you looking down and drying the silky teardrops with the fabric of your sleeves and he saw you tidying your table and the rest of the ingredients as you claimed to Professor Slughorn you didn’t feel well and were wondering if you could leave the classroom once you’d already finished the potion. He saw you when Slughorn nodded and you quietly disappeared, not leaving a trace behind except the faded ink on your fingertips and the smell of mandrake root and bicorn horns, that evaporated from the Pepperup potion you had been asserted to make, lingering in the air.

He excused himself from his partner and Professor and carefully followed you, he could heard the echoes of your whimpers and sobs across the empty large corridors and he felt his heart tighten at every little sound that escaped your lips. Had he done something? Had someone else hurt you? And at that thought, he forgot about all the carefulness he should take with the secret of your relationship and stopped caring about what his mother would do, and he ran after you, entering the kitchens corridor, he proceed to the shadowy stone recess on the right-hand side of the corridor, where your sobs followed to.

You were in front of the barrels which led to your common room, trying to concentrate to tap the barrels rhythmically and correctly, not to be drenched in vinegar by one of the lids who repelled non-Hufflepuffs, when your name was shouted closely from you.

The entrance to the Hufflepuff basement opened as you finished tapping the lids but a large hand caught your arm before you could enter the earthy passage, making you turn to face the person.

“(Y/N), are you okay? What’s wrong? Did someone harm you?” Regulus questioned as he held your face looking for bruises or any sign of harm, however, all he found was the tears slipping down your cheeks, your face coloured from the amount of crying you’d done since you left the dungeons used for potions classes, lips drenched by tears.

“Baby, what happened? You know you can tell me anything, don’t you? Talk to me, angel, use your words.” He tried to sooth you quietly, kissing your cheeks.

“Reg-, someone could see u-us.” You stuttered, looking through every inch of the corridor searching for any eyes.

“Don’t be silly, there’s not a soul in here and honestly, (YN), I don’t bloody care about any of that. I just want to know if you’re alright.” He replied pulling you to his chest, enlacing you with his arms, now safe and warm in his embrace.

You wanted to forget everything you’d thought until that moment and just be there with him, just calmly stay in his arms but you knew in your heart if you stood there, you’d back away and melt onto him like you had done many times. As you clutched the fabric of his robes and engulfed your face in his soft chest, his scarf covered in the Slytherin colours underneath you, you inhaled his intoxicating scent and repressed a sob. You didn’t deserve him, his mother was ought to be right.

“We need to break up.” You muttered, pushing yourself from him, using all your strength to do so.

“What?” He stuttered, the hurt in his face was too evident and it shattered your heart into tiny pieces, and his grip around you only tightened, as if he could stop you from leaving him. “You don’t mean that.” He mumbled, “Why would you-?” He muttered more to himself, the same tears so very familiar to him were now streaming down his face as well, the same tears who were there when Sirius ran away, the same droplets of remorse and emptiness of when his mother screamed and burned his name from the family tree. It was all too familiar, she was leaving him like his brother had done.

“Because you deserve more, Regulus, and this will go nowhere. Your mother will never aprove and I’m so, so tired of ignoring each other down the halls, it’s so tiring to hide us, to pretend this doesn’t exist, that we don’t exist. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it when your family finds a suitable pure-blood Slytherin for you and you finally realise that you’re better off without me.” You spilled, “I love you, I love you so much but I just can’t do this anymore, the only way for us to be together is if we stop hiding and if we do so your mother will most definitely disinherit you and I would never, ever, ask you to do that, so I’m breaking up with you. Because I don’t want to be a secret and you deserve better than a stupid Hufflepuff who decided falling in love with a Slytherin wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” You added smiling sadly at your own foolishness and he cried because yet again, his mother was taking the ones he loved the most from him.

“Do you seriously think I’m better off without you? (Y/N), you’re possibly the kindest gift the universe has ever given me and no ‘suitable pure-blood Slytherin’ will ever make me as happy as you do, so don’t you dare leave me like that, baby, you’re m'sweet girl. Please.” He breathed, “I’ll talk to my brother, he hates her just as much as I do, he can help us, I know he can. I don’t think she’ll actually disinherit me once she needs an heir and it’s not as if she’s swallowing her pride and taking Sirius back, but regardless of that, if she does, I’ll leave them and I’ll spend summers with my brother until I’m old enough to buy us a home, okay? Just please don’t leave, yeah? Don’t leave me.” He begged, kissing the tears that insisted on falling down your cheeks again.

“We’ll stop with all this secret bullshit and I’ll hold your hand and I’ll kiss you in front of everyone,” he said trailing his delightful kisses down to your neck as he softly pushed you to the closest wall, “I’ll tell every witch and every wizard that I love you and I dare my mother to try to do anything to you, I want to see her try to take you away from me.” Trailing his kisses slowly back to your lips, he kissed you as if he hadn’t seen you in years, the fear of never doing that again still palpitating his heart and sweating his hands. He embraced you in his arms like a shelter, and tangled his hands on your hair, pulling them ever so lightly not to hurt you in pure adoration and you, you kissed him back with all you had. Because even though the future was always uncertain and all the possible disapproval you’d face from his family, you knew you would be safe with him - and most importantly of all, you’d be happy with him.


A/N: I feel like the end sucked but I got too emotional over my baby Regulus and had to stop, hope you like this and remember likes, reblogs and feedback mean a lot to me, love u xx

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Dating would be like... | V (Taehyung) Edition

tHIS SQUISH PREPARE YOUR HEARTUS CAUSE IM NOT

  • Being the giggly couple 28/8
  • him being your best friend
  • the rest of the maknae line tagging along on your dates
  • and Tae doesn’t mind at all
  • you don’t mind either
  • Inside jokes gALORE
  • the type to message you CONSTANTLY
  • like, you could be in the bathroom
  • and he’s just like “i miss you :(”
  • “Babe I miss you where are you”
  • “Taehyung please i’m in the bathroom”
  • “Without me? D:”
  • “TAEHYUNG IM POOPING S T O P”
  • lots of play fights or tickle fights that lead into something more once and a while ;D
  • you could be cooking or doing laundry on the bed or reading on the sofa and he would sneak up behind you 
  • and just wait there for a minute, taking in the sight of you
  • you looked so peaceful and cute with your comfy clothes on and your hair up, little wispy bits surrounding your face in a way that was cherubic 
  • and then he would let out a war cry and attach himself to your waist, kissing your neck and tickling your sides, wrapping his feet around your legs so you couldn’t escape his little ninja attack
  • somehow you wiggle your way so that you’re facing him, and you’re both just laying there with his arms around you and he’s hugging you so close that your nose is touching his and his warm breath is fanning across your face
  • and it’s just a very peaceful moment after the two of you had your fight
  • you’re laying there on the floor with the sun’s warm rays kissing the two of you and the sun is right on Taehyung’s face and the light is hitting his hair so that all the little highlights are glistening and the little specks of dust are floating around like tiny snowflakes and he’s looking at you with such love in his eyes that he’s taken all the words out of your mouth and the only thing you can do to convey how much you love him back is to just gently slip your hand up to cup his cheek as you press your lips onto his
  • and as he gets more and more into it he moves so that he’s sitting up and you’re on your knees, chest pressed against his as your arms loop around his neck and his hands slide down your waist and then down further ;D
  • i’m so single holy fuck 
  • anywAYS
  • slow, long kisses. sometimes he can give fast, teasing kisses depending on the mood and his energy level but mostly he just loves slow kissed bc he just adores being able to f e e l you and it’s one of his favorite ways to say “i love you” 
  • also depending on his mood: your lips will practically be bruised from how much and how hard he kisses you during a makeup session
  • he’s a v v touchy person so hugs and cuddles are a MUST.
  • when u two go to bed he’s spooning you but u wake up at like 4AM bc ur suffocating bc Taehyung has rolled on top of u in his sleep loL
  • his idea of couple shirts is him cutting up one of your favorite shirts to match his 
  • and ur mad for a lil bit but he’s so excited to show you and he looks so sweet and he really didn’t know and it’s okay bc he loves u and u love him and u know he did it bc he wanted to do a couple-y thing w you
  • Jimin and Jungkook give u guys hell but it’s okay Taehyung kisses ur forehead before he gives a shriek and tries to jump kick Jungkook’s butt
  • u cheering him on as suga and hobi take bets on who will win while Jin tries to separate them
  • Rapmon is just ignoring y'all 
  • listening to him rap the cyphers
  • you rapping the cyphers with him
  • him singing you to sleep in that delightfully deep voice of his
  • speaking of his voice sIN TIME HELL YEAH HELL Y E A H
  • i think we are all on the same page with this
  • he’s a loud one in bed
  • i’m talking moaning, groaning, gasps, dirty talk, the whole package.
  • and on the topic of packages: his isn’t small u lucky duck u 
  • he’s a v experimental person so he’ll try anything at least once, maybe twice. Hey, how about a third time? gotta make sure you both really like it
  • he’s INCREDIBLY good with his tongue, just making out with him will have you weak at the knees, can u imagine what else he’s good at with it?
  • sex w Tae wouldn’t be super hot an heavy, i mean, maybe once and a while, like if he jus got back from touring or he’s been away for a while and he NEEDS you, but mostly it’s just super fun, happy sex
  • like the kind where the two of you will accidentally knock heads while you’re in the middle of your business and just stop and laugh for a good 5 minutes until you kiss each other and move on
  • will still tickle u durning sex he won’t care he’ll do it anywhere lol
  • anytime you have sex w Tae, it won’t be the same. every time is VASTLY different, and one-of-a-kind. no two times will ever be the same
  • you dared him to rap cypher while u 2 were at it once and he just started rapping at the top of his lungs while he was taking u from the back u swear u almost broke your nose bc you collapsed face first onto the bed from laughing so hard and to this day u can’t listen to Yoongi’s part without cracking up
  • SIN TIME OVER THAT’S ALL YALL GET UR THIRSTY HOES
  • this boy is so gentle and fun and loving and crazy
  • and he adores u so much like
  • even old people who u dont even know come up 2 u and tell u how cute you 2 are and how in love you look 
  • introducing you to his grandmother
  • she loves you but she demands that u do a better job of keeping him chubby
  • you agree wholeheartedly 
  • Tae gets slightly nervous at how well u and his grandma get along like dont misunderstand him he’s thrilled to bits but like
  • his grandma has BABY PICTURES
  • THE BAD KIND OF BABY PICTURES
  • he adores seeing you interact with his little cousins and his sibling and his parents
  • basically just interacting with his family
  • he’s such a family guy like he said he wanted to have as many kids until he got tired or whatever it was lmao so prepare urself
  • he gets very super excited when you play w little kids and he starts to imagine that they are yours and his kids and he has to stop himself otherwise he’ll cry from joy lol 
  • you guys have 3am talks about your future together and discuss baby names and how many kids and what you think they’ll look like with his ears and your eyes 
  • he goes out and buys u a little animal onesie the next day and ur like ily and i love this but slow ur roll my darling lover boy
  • your and his love is just so pure and beautiful and exciting like no day is like the last and even if you’ve had a bad day and he’s away on tour just hearing his soft deep voice telling you that he believes in you and he loves you to the moon and back a thousand times over to infinity is enough to get you through until he gets back and you can hold him in your arms and bury your head into his chest and just inhale his scent and feel like you’re home
  • i’m in too deep jesus cHRIST SEND HELP 
  • please love him forever and ever

end my existence i feel empty inside now i need to go watch a drama or something i’m in TEARS SOMEONE SEND ME SWEET STUFF LIKE U SEND TO ADMIN KT (shoutout to her for starting this for me as well like damn KT you really help inspire me for these when u start them A+ good job my love)

<3 you! ~Admin Hedgehog

<3 ty bae ^_^ it beautful -KT

anonymous asked:

Headcanon for the boys & Candy at a sleepover party before starting their relationship? :)

Hello lovely ^^
Thank you so much for requesting, I really hope you enjoy these headcanons.
Also, I don’t know if I really got what you wanted, but I really hope I did?!
Anyways, if this wasn’t what you wanted feel free to request, I won’t feel bothered. :P

Here it comes :D




GERAL HEADCANON: First, maybe (almost) the whole class went to someone’s summer house or something next to a beach (let’s imagine that) during a weekend.
Also, boys and girls were sleeping in different rooms but there wasn’t an expecific rule about not being able to enter in each others rooms unless someone was naked… 

(if you wanted a sleepover just between the two of them, pls tell me sweetheart)

Nathaniel:

  • So, Nathaniel really didn’t want to go but since he heard you’d go and you were the one who was inviting him, he went.
  • Believe me, this kid was determined to get your eye as much as he could, and would do subtle things to get your attention.
  • Everyone was on the boy’s room playing some games like: truth or dare, etc.
  • The things were getting funny, but he really didn’t seem to be paying attention to these games, he was REALLY interested in admiring you
  • And since you weren’t doing much as well, you two started to talk and laugh together 
  • So he would just grab your and take you out of the room
  • They were having so much fun they didn’t even realise you two had left the room
  • You were in the balcony talking while looking at the moon (cliche?)
  • After talking and laughing for so long, you could tell how much of a great person he was
  • He couldn’t deny his feelings for you grew even bigger that night
  • There was a kind of silence for a while
  • His eyes were on you and how gorgeous you were while watching the moon
  • “You really are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met…” these words slips Nath’s mouth accidentally
  • Oooppss?? 
  • You both got as red as Castiel’s hair tbh
  • And since you weren’t really far from each other
  • tbh, you were a bit too close
  • You turned your head so you could face him while he was still admiring you
  • You really thought it was cute 
  • “Really? Thanks” you answered in a low tone
  • “Really.” he says in a raspy voice getting a bit closer
  • You both realised what you were doing and turned your faces like really quickly
  • He will think about it all night and day, how stupid of him… he should have kissed you
  • You got up and gave him a hand, that he accepts quickly
  • You both get to the corridor next to your rooms, and look at each other
  • “Have a good night Candy.” he says placing a kiss on your forehead
  • And then you both get in your rooms
  • And you’re both going to have a lot of questions and eyebrows wiggles from your friends, great hu?

Castiel:

  • Well, if Nathaniel didn’t want to go, imagine Castiel
  • But since Iris and Lysander insisted with him, he went
  • He also couldn’t leave you alone with all those idiots, they will droll all over you
  • He also would never admit he went because Iris said that you’d feel lonely
  • That day, he was pretty calm (i know, wow) and didn’t mess with people in general
  • Not even Candy
  • He also learned that you weren’t that much of an ironing board
  • Actually, you were hot as fuck, and he’ll never get over the fact that you didn’t take your shirt because you were ashamed to
  • But the fact that you told him that makes him feel warm because you trusted him enough to tell him that
  • So that’s why it is 11PM and he is still dreaming about you in a corner of the boy’s room while everyone is making a mess
  • He was staring at you too, so he could make sure no one would get too close to you
  • But after a while you were the one who sat really close next to him and started a conversation
  • At first he was shocked, like he didn’t expect you to leave your friends and your laughs to talk with him
  • So he’ll ask you about it
  • So you tell him you’re worried since he hasn’t been in a bad mood that day (ironically ofc)
  • And that you find it worrying that he doesn’t want to see other people doing stupid things and make sassy remarks
  • But in the end you were really worried, his face was slightly red and he was really quiet
  • “Hey, being serious, are you sick?” you ask with a worried face
  • “No?” he asks (?)
  • You place a hand on his forehead and cheeks and suddenly he turns his head away
  • But he is really pleased ~~
  • He calms himself in seconds and pushes you lightly
  • “I’m fine, I’m just tired because of the beach, you know…” he says.
  • Then you agree with him, it was tiring but a lot of fun
  • You decided to stay there with him talking 
  • I mean, he was a sweetheart on inside
  • But he just wants to keep that “cold” person outside
  • And you can help but find it cute 
  • And you told him straight in the fucking face
  • “Jesus, I really find you cute!”
  • He was talking normally with you but after this his heart started to beat soooo fast it almost came out through his mouth
  • The girls started to go to their rooms and called you so you gave him a kiss on his cheek and went
  • HE DIED GURL U DID IT RIGHT HAHA

Lysander:

  • I really think he is a conservative person but I believe he would want to go this time
  • Not only because his loved one was also going but because he wants to go somewhere besides their small village
  • He is a pretty calm person but I can see him getting jealous really easily
  • And it would show off a bit but you find it amusing
  • Like you were helping Nathaniel washing the dishes after dinner and he would look at you two and “kill him with his eyes”
  • He would ask if you needed help but you didn’t get he was jealous nor upset so you said no
  • Because if you knew you’d totally tell him that you needed help
  • But you got that he was acting weird, he was sitting away from everyone in the balcony probably writing something on his notepad (is that how you call it in mcl/sweet crush servers???) distracted from the world
  • You came and placed a hand on his shoulder and sat really close to him
  • You really enjoyed being around him and you were afraid you were starting to fall in love with him
  • You started the conversation and he answered but he seemed upset
  • You got a bit sad over it and asked if everything was okay
  • He didn’t say anything so you slowly started to get away from him
  • But he grabbed your wrist and pulled you really close
  • He loved to be by your side, only the two of you together
  • He dreamed about the day he’d feel your lips against his and love each other together, he really couldn’t handle you standing with another man besides him
  • He held your hand and apologized for acting rude
  • You placed your head against his shoulder while he caressed your hand
  • Both of your hearts were almost bursting, let’s be fucking honest
  • You loved each other’s company so much
  • You were silently sharing this moment alone and to be honest it has been the best moment of this trip
  • But you weren’t feeling that well
  • You sneezed several times and you were feeling cold with maybe 38ºC
  • Lysandre took you to the girls room and you just laid there covering yourself
  • And you dragged the boy to be next to you, just like a little child
  • He was having the time of his life (but feeling bad because his baby aka you was sick)
  • So he could check if your temperature was high he placed his lips agains your forehead
  • You blushed a lot don’t deny it
  • He gave you some medicine his mother tells him to carry around “just in case” and turned off the lights
  • He then sat on the floor next to your bed and he had his hands on your hair, caressing it untill you were asleep
  • He also kissed your forehead a few times singing something to you
  • Even though you started to feel sick out of nowhere, you felt glad to have a person like him by your side
  • You grabbed his hand and kissed it before falling asleep
  • And he couldn’t stop admiring your beauty
  • And how much of an angel you were
  • He loved you and he hoped to have you soon as his girl
  • He would write a song about these kind of moments too
  • or a poem

Armin:

  • This child only went to have fun with you and with his friend
  • He hates sun and summer, so going to beaches with sun on summer it’s like hell (or something worst)
  • However, he would have a lot of fun
  • Teasing you was just a hobby of this trip
  • But he got you mad…
  • Boy, even though he has a crush on you he never thought his jokes would offend you
  • Like he really liked you and didn’t meant to hurt you and felt so sad
  • He really didn’t know what to do, so he started to apologize
  • But you pretended you didn’t heard
  • So he locked you both in the kitchen
  • You didn’t want to talk to him so he came to you and hugged from behind
  • HE DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN MIND
  • Like that idea passed through his head when he walked to you and he did it
  • His voice was sounding really sweet saying sorry 
  • And believe me he was sorry
  • Tbh you got mad over nothing what he said was nothing that offensive
  • You were blushing a lot
  • But you said sorry to him too
  • And since you both love games he invited you to play with him 
  • You said yes but he said only if you promised to don’t get mad at jokes
  • be honest, you wanted his attention ~~ 
  • He was being a sweet child, showing you a game he really loves and you never played it
  • So you hug his arm asking him for teaching you
  • He blushed, congrats
  • You sat in the middle of his legs (idk how to explain) and he was the happiest person alive
  • I mean, how many people beside the 5 boys mentioned in these headcanons have their crush liking them/hugging them
  • His hands were on the top of yours and your fingers were a bit intertwined
  • You laid back and kissed his cheek
  • This shit was lame, why the fuck did you get mad at him you could’ve been hugging him all day
  • And you played all night long I guess
  • And had a lot of fun
  • i love armin and lysander too much to write good things for them i’m so sorry, why am i like thissssss!

Kentin:

  • Kentin went because you went, simple
  • If he could get your company he was great
  • He was more than in love with you and he was having a lot of fun with you
  • Like you ran the whole beach during the day and found really pretty things and views
  • He was really surprised to see you that happy around him
  • You also played in the water too
  • You were happy, and he was radiant
  • This boy couldn’t take the smile from his face
  • You both were really tired and everyone decided to watch a movie
  • You two sat together and since you were really tired you leaned on him
  • Like “yea boy im going to sleep be my cushion or smth”
  • JK!
  • The movie was something romantic, tbh, he enjoyed things like that but he didn’t say it outloud
  • But damn girl you knew
  • Either ways you feel asleep on him, so he layed a bit back on the sofa and placed you on top of him hugging you
  • He then covered you with something
  • Maybe his jacket
  • He caressed you and hugged you
  • and tbh he didn’t fucking care about who was around if he was with you
  • Like he feels so secure and safe when he’s with you its just adorable
  • Everyone went to their beds and you two fell asleep together laying on the couch
  • Hugged
  • And loving each other
  • What could be better?




THE END!

hope you like it tbh
i really like them toooooo much to make good things
I WILL IMPROVE I PROMISE
DON’T GIVE UP ON ME
Also, i’m sorry bcz sometimes i get on/in/at confused
i’m not an english native person

LOVE YOU ALL

- diana xx