misread signs

*driving down the road*
  • Minghao: make sure to check your blind spots
  • Mingyu: did you just say to check my bald spots? first of all I don't have bald spots tHanks. second of all fuck you-
  • Minghao: MINGYU WATCH OUT YOU ALMOST HIT THAT OLD LADY
Reaction To Their S/O Having A Bad Period Day

Suggested: ‘Lowkey need a nct 127+smrookies reaction to the reader having a bad day with periods. Cramps, mood swings, chocolate cravings, the whole shabang.’

A/N: I’m going to make the SM Rookies one separate and link it later… Enjoy^^
- Admin Finn



Taeil:

Originally posted by taeiljaeh

Taeil is always smiling himself when he wants you to smile.
He’d know you’d had a difficult day and would try to uplift your spirit, suggesting an evening of staying and watching Chopped as the two of you binge on an assortment of snacks.
“I want cookie-dough…”
“No, you could get sick… You already feel bad-”
“Only like 0.43% of people who eat raw cookie-dough get sick-”
“That’s a chance I’m not willing to take… I’ll give you a foot massage instead-”


Johnny:

Originally posted by pawjohnny

Initially, I don’t he’d be fond of your mood swings or sudden snarky behavior. However, once he realized you were having a difficult day due to your period he’d feel a bit sympathetic, assuring you he would take care of everything and that you should just rest.
“It hurts ㅠㅠ”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would have made you breakfast and let you rest this morning…”


Taeyong:

Originally posted by taesyong

In all honesty, he’d try to be sweet and comforting, noticing your irritability. However, once you nag him and scold him harshly for making small mistakes he’d probably misread that as a sign that you wanted to be left alone…


Yuta:

Originally posted by hey-uta

He wouldn’t really be sure what to do, texting his sister to ask for any quick fixes or tricks, etc…
He’d do a lot of spontaneous things for you, babying you as he told you to rest and take the pain reliever he offered.
“Babe, take this and then you can go back to napping.”
“Okay…”
“I’ll nap with you~”


Doyoung:

Originally posted by tenrais

Doyoung is someone who you’d probably easily find annoying when dealing with your cramps and cravings.
He’d misunderstand why you were so snappy, nearly starting an argument. Once you complained to him about it all he’d ask way too many questions and most likely fail to satisfy you.
“I got you chocolate- I’ll give it to you if you ask nicely this time tho-”
“Just give it to me… This is white chocolate…”
“Yeah-”
“Why are you such a terrible boyfriend?”


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

He’d be a bit down that you were down, sad to see you in pain… He’d do everything you asked, still knowing it wasn’t enough.
Falls into an angsty stupor in blaming himself for being useless… You’d have to assure him it was alright and that you appreciated his help.
“I’m sorry I’m a terrible boyfriend-”
“Buddy, you’re not-”


WinWin:

Originally posted by nctaezen

He’d feel awful, hoping that snuggling and spoiling you would be enough to make you happy once again.
It’d be a really sweet and diligent side of him that you hadn’t seen before, usually you’re the one who looks after him, not the other way around-


Mark:

Originally posted by haecha

A bit lost, but he still tries to be a happy virus and cheer you up.
“Do you want cheese in your ramyun?”
“…Yes…”
“Alright, I present to you extra cheesy, Mark style, ramyun!”
“You’re so cheesy…”
“I know^^”


Haechan:

Originally posted by haecha

Similarly to Taeyong, he’d probably misread you…
He’d crack a few jokes once you told him the situation, hoping to cheer you up.
“At least you’re not dying.”
“…I feel like I am.”

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy II

Previously on Monarchy

The wedding was a celebration that didn’t want to end. The halls were decked and the church was set with al manner of ancient allies and long forgotten grudges. For a week, the entire thing was all over the news, all over the world, in fact. It was a party akin to a United Nations summit, and it had the makings of an infamous reception.

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The Wolf’s Domain

Words: 15, 795

Everyone writes about Werewolf!McCree, and I love it, but I tried my hand at Werewolf!Hanzo. It… got a bit out of hand.


Few ever branched into the wolf’s domain. It was not a place that wanderers could merely find themselves after a single missed turn or misread sign. This was the heart of the unsettled land, secluded, safe. People did not come here on their morning walks; beautiful as it was, it was simply not the place for man.

Few that wandered here possessed kind souls, not this distance from the beaten path through the forest. Those that meandered these grounds with a weapon in hand were only looking for trouble, and, most often, they would find it. The warnings posted at every entrance to the forest that bid travelers be wary were not decorations meant to be admired and forgotten. Those that freely disobeyed these warnings would come to regret their actions in time.


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Frenemies  (part 4)

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Description: Archie begs the reader to join his and Jugheads road trip, and then ditches last minute.

Word Count: 3184

A/N: Sorry this is so long! I wanted to wrap it up so this could be the end of Frenemies (But I can also do a part 5 of when Jughead and the reader go back home idk). 


The beach. You had been driving for two and a half days with Jughead to arrive at the beach. After the first night, you two didn’t know where you were supposed to be going or what you were supposed to be doing. Archie had only told you a little bit of information, wanting the three of you to take it day by day.

With that being said, you had secretly hoped for something with a little bit more…pizzazz. Maybe a big city, or a cheezie tourist attraction. But here you two were, on a beach, in a quiet little town with the population just hitting one thousand.

Now, you can’t deny that the past few days with Jughead had been absolutely amazing. After the initial struggle of having the two of you around each other, you both realized that the other wasn’t so bad after all.

You had ended up holding hands almost the whole drive to the beach.

In this quaint little town, the two of you had pulled into the parking lot of a tiny motel. The vacancy light was on, glowing red. You walk in, and request the double room (although, both you and Jughead had a strong feeling that one bed would go unused tonight).

When you walk in and see the window, with the view of the ocean below, you smiled softly.

“Want to go for a walk?” Jughead asks. You nod.

And there you were, the both of you walking down the small, narrow path to the unoccupied beach below. Taking your shoes off, you let your toes sink into the sand, feeling relaxed. The wind picked up, and your sundress blew around at the force of it.

He grabs your hand, a gesture that feels almost normal now, and you both begin to make your way down to the waters edge. You let the water hit your toes, loving the coolness. The both of you trek down the beach, taking a seat on a cluster of large rocks. The waves crash against the rocks, misting the both of you.

“You know,” you start out “This place is extremely beautiful. I wonder how no one knew about it before.”

It was silent for a second, and you look over at Jughead. There was a sort of sadness in his eyes. Before you have time to ask what was wrong, he explains.

“I actually did know about it,” he says, looking out at the horizon. “This would be the prime vacation spot for my family when Jellybean and I were little,” at this, you grab his hand. “We stopped coming a few years before my mom left. We actually stayed in that motel, we’d come down to this beach.”

“What else would you do?” you ask, slightly happy that he was able to confide in you.

He smiles at this, giving you a grateful look. “This is where I’d learn to love writing. I was only ten at the time but a ten-year-old has an active imagination. We’d also stop in at a little restaurant up the road, once on the way into town and once on the way out,” at this, his smile falters “I don’t even know if it’s still around, it’s been 4 years since we’ve been here. But my parents, they’d always get a slice of peach pie. They’d say it’s the best in the country. Jellybean and I would share an ice cream sundae. She hated the cherries so I’d always eat them all.”

There’s a silence between the two of you, and you assume he’s done.  You take a glance over at him, noticing his eyes becoming glassy with tears. He furiously blinks them away.

“There’s also a really cool camera shop here, we found it during our last year. I’d spent almost the whole vacation in that shop, getting the best tips from the guy that worked there. And the sweets shop, that was Jellybeans favorite. She loved their handmade gummy bears. Always would get some for the road.” He says. You nod, waiting for him to continue. When he doesn’t, you speak up.

“We could go to those places, if you want. Grab some dinner and then go look around in the shops and stuff. We could recreate it, kind of. I know it would be so much better with your family here but – “

“I am really thankful that you’re here, actually. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with anyone else. Even Archie.” He interrupts, and you blush. “Sorry for laying this on you, and sorry for not telling you what I had planned. I just felt like you wouldn’t have wanted to come. It was selfish.”

You laugh a little, “Jughead, I don’t think it’s selfish at all. I am really happy that we did this. There’s no better way I would’ve wanted to spend my road trip.” You say.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in for a little side hug. The both of you sit like that for a second, before he pulls away.

“So, wanna go get dinner?”


“This place is so cute,” you gush, walking into the little restaurant. You both stand at the podium, waiting to be seated.

“Well, bless my heart, its Jughead Jones in the flesh!” you hear being called across the room, and you both turn to see a short, chubby woman fast walking toward you. She had jet black hair that was pulled back in a bun, and a kind face that was void of any makeup. You look up at Jughead, to see him smiling. It was the widest you’ve ever seen on him, and it made you insanely happy.

“Pam!” he says, holding his arms out and pulling her in for a hug.

“It’s been too long! How have you been?” she asks, and then her eyes move from his and find their way to you. You blush softly. “Is this your girlfriend?” Pam asks quietly, but you could still hear her.

Jughead doesn’t answer for a few seconds. “No, we’re just friends.” He says, and quickly changes the subject. “But I’m good, how are you?”

They get into a conversation, but you can’t help but overthink things. Just friends? You thought. Maybe you were misreading signs and signals. You thought that Jughead had thought of you more than just a friend. You shouldn’t even be complaining. Three days ago you hated one another. At least it’s not hate.

“(Y/N), Jughead, lets find you a table yeah?” you hear your name being called, and snapped out of your thoughts. You nod.

Pam starts walking away, towards the corner booth. Jughead gestures for you to walk ahead of him, and when you look up at him you see him smiling at you, eyes filled with pure happiness.

Once you two sit down, Pam hands you the menus and grabs your drinks. You quietly look over the menu, scanning the items. It seems like these are the type of dinners your grandma would make, nice and warm and made with love. You decide on the pot roast and potatoes, and set the menu down. When you look up at Jughead, he’s already staring at you.

“Thank you for this.” He says quietly, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Why are you thanking me?” you ask, and he shrugs, grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers. He wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“Just for coming with me, for being so understanding. For just being there. Not many people are there for me. And today just…shows that you care.”

“I’ll always care, Jug. I mean, we may have hated each other less than a week ago,” you joke “But I’m not that heartless. I care.”

“Why didn’t we like one another, anyways?” he asks, and you gasp.

“You can’t tell me you don’t remember. You got upset at me for finding your name slightly amusing and decided to throw mud on me!” you say, jokingly.

“I threw mud on you? That seems like a stupid reason to hate me.”

“Jughead it was my absolute favorite shirt at the time! And you stained it! And embarrassed me in front of Archie!” you say in defense, and he laughs.

“And look, Archie is still your friend.” He says, and his eyes soften. “Me too?” he asks quietly.

Before you even have time to answer, Pam comes back over to take your order. You tell her what you want, and she rushes off in the back to put the order in.

You were about to answer Jughead’s question (one that you didn’t know how to answer, because your head and heart were battling against the other over your feelings), but your phone started ringing. When you looked at it, you groaned.

“It’s Archie.” You say, about to hit the red ‘decline’ button. Jughead stops you though.

“Answer it, (Y/N). You should just emphasize how great of a time we’re having without him.” He snickers, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re such a child,” you say, but hit the accept button anyways “Hello?” you say, and you can almost hear the red headed boy smiling into the phone.

“(Y/N)!” he yells, and you had to pull your phone away from your ear. “How are you? I’m so sorry about this whole situation, what did you two end up doing?”

“You’re an ass,” you say, but continue “We’re good, actually. We honestly are just hanging out. Grabbing some dinner.”

“Wait, you two didn’t kill each other yet?”

You sigh. “No, Archie. We didn’t kill each other.” Before you can hear Archie’s response, Jughead pulls the phone away from your ear.

“Yeah, we’re actually like, best friends now. Sorry man, you’ve been replaced.” He says into the phone, but after a few seconds his face turns beet red. “N-no.” he stutters, “Here’s (Y/N).”

You take the phone from him, sending him a confused look. “Hey Arch, gotta go. Our foods coming. Bye!” you make an excuse, hanging up the phone. “What did he say to you?” you snicker, motioning towards his face which was getting lighter.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He says, and you stick your tongue out at him.

By now, your food has arrived, and you both dig in, savoring every bite. There was almost no interaction between the both of you, the food too good to wait. Once you were both finished, Pam comes over, clearing the plates.

“So, any dessert for the two of you?” she asks, and you were shocked when Jughead said no.

“Actually,” you interrupt “Can we get an ice cream sundae? With two spoons?”

Pam nods and scurries away, and you look over at Jughead. He’s giving you a look, one you’ve never seen before.

“What?” you asked shyly, and he shakes his head.

“You’re great.” He says, and it’s your turn to blush. You both sit in silence, then, him still playing with your fingers, both of you staring into each others eyes.

Pam comes back, setting two spoons down and then the sundae. She gives you both a knowing look, before leaving.

The first thing Jughead does is pull the three cherries off the sundae, popping them in his mouth one by one. You watch, a small smile on your face. When he turns to look at you, his eyes widen.

“Did you want some?” he asks after swallowing “I’m sorry that was so ignorant of me. I’m just used to doing that first.”

You giggle, making him blush. “No, no. It’s fine. I’m not the biggest fan of cherries anyways.”

You both dig into the sundae, keeping your silent composure. Once you were done, Pam comes back over, handing a separate receipt to both of you. Before anything, Jughead immediately grabs yours. You frown.

“Jug, I can pay for my own dinner.” You say, and he shrugs.

“Yeah, but just let me do something nice for you, for once.” He says, and you can’t protest that. You just nod, as he grabs his wallet and stands up, walking to the front counter.

Pam walks over to you when Jughead was away, sitting down in his empty seat.

“So, (Y/N),” she begins “How long have you known Jughead?”

“Since the summer after third grade,” you say shyly, wondering where she was going with this.

“Okay, and how long have you liked him?” she asks, and you almost choked on air at the accusation.

“Sorry, what?” you ask, and she laughs.

“I can see the way you two look at each other. And you were holding hands the whole time. You can’t tell me that you two don’t feel that way for one another.”

Your face blushes red, and you can’t even think of a reply before Jughead comes back.

“What’re you two talking about?” he asks, giving each of you a look. Pam smiles, standing up.

“Oh honey, wouldn’t you like to know.” She said, patting him on the shoulder. “It was so nice to see you, Jughead. Come back soon!” she says, giving him a tight squeeze, knowing that we were ready to leave. He nods.

“Will do, Pam.” He says, and she walks off to go serve other customers. “Ready, (Y/N)?” he asks you, and you nod. He holds his hand out to you, helping you stand, but not letting go after you’re on your feet.

You both walk out of the restaurant, still hand in hand.

“So, what was Pam saying to you? Your face is still red.” He snickers, walking back in the direction of the motel.

“Wait, don’t you want to see if that camera shop is still open? We can go!” you say, avoiding the subject. After a second, Jughead sighs and turns around, walking the other direction.

“That isn’t getting you out of answering my question, nice avoidance though.” He says. You roll your eyes.

“She just thought we were in a relationship, or liked each other, or something crazy like that.” You say, trying to play it off as nothing.

“But you blushed when she said that, which means you must have to feel that way about me!” he teases, and you scoff.

“Yeah, you wish.” You say. You could’ve sworn you heard a small ‘maybe’ muttered under his breath, but you couldn’t be certain.

You walk the rest of the way in silence, the sidewalk transforming to a small board walk. There were different shops there, with a Ferris Wheel and neon lights – just like the carnival. You smile, but when you look up at Jughead he’s frowning.

You can see his reflection in the abandoned storefront window, the outline of stick-on letters spelling “New and Used Cameras!” on the dirty glass.

“Oh, Jug. I’m sorry.” You say, and he sighs.

“It’s fine, (Y/N). I wasn’t banking on it being open anyways. Just a little sad seeing it all…empty.” He says, pulling you away from it. You don’t say anything else, knowing that Jughead wouldn’t want to talk about it.

You two walk down the boardwalk, Jughead pointing to different stores and reminiscing about his memories. You don’t say anything, letting him explain every detail for you.

Suddenly, he’s pulling you in a different direction. “We didn’t get to go on the Ferris Wheel at the carnival so…” he trails off, stopping at the end of the short line for the ride.

You both wait in line, and when you’re about to get on, he asks the guy that runs the ride if our car could be stopped at the top.

“It’s one of the prettiest views I’ve ever seen.” He explains, and helps you into the ride car. You were the last two on, and once the seat is checked you are lifted into the air. The ride goes around twice, before slowing down and stopping, you two sitting at top.

Jughead was right. This view is breathtaking. The sun is setting, splaying pinks, purples, and oranges all over. The water is a deep shade of blue.

“You’re right, this is gorgeous,” you say, and sit for a few seconds more. Before the ride starts to go again, you turn to him “If this is one of the prettiest, what’s the absolute prettiest view you’ve ever seen?” you ask, and he looks away shyly, before answering.

“You.” He says, and your eyes widen. You definitely weren’t expecting that answer, and as the ride makes its descent, you try to think of something to say.

 Nothing was coming to mind, though, and as you both step off the ride, you awkwardly begin walking back towards the motel.

Your heart is beating fast, still in shock from the bluntness of his words. It can’t be true can it? Does Jughead really think I’m the prettiest view? Could that even be humanly possible? What’s even going through his mind right now?

You walked yourself through the past few days, the bickering in the beginning, followed by the fully intentional cuddle session last night and earlier this morning. All the sweet words, hand holding, truthfulness. Everything coming to mind bringing butterflies to your stomach.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize you were already back at the motel, the sun just finished setting behind the horizon. Jughead uses the keycard to unlock the door, and you both walk in. The door shuts behind you, and he turns around.

“I’m sorry.” He said. You must’ve looked very confused, because Jughead continued “I shouldn’t have said that. I was so wrapped up in the moment, and just thinking back to the past few days, I dunno. I just don’t want my stupid, impulsive words to ruin whatever we have… or had.”

Your mouth opens and closes, almost fish-like, as you try to find the words to say. The only thing you wanted to do to the boy was kiss him.

So you did.

It was a sweet kiss, just a little peck, three seconds at most. The second your lips touched his you felt a shock, and when you pulled away its almost like your breath was pulled away too.

You both stare at each other, not making any type of sound, shocked at your bravery. And then, suddenly, Jugheads hands were on your face. They pulled you closer, his lips teasingly hovering just above yours.

When this kiss happens, it’s full of passion. It’s harsher than before, but you welcome it. Your heart was about to beat right out of your chest and your stomach wouldn’t stop doing flips. It was so blissful, so peaceful. Your heart was on Cloud Nine and you never wanted to come down.

You both pull away at the same time, the need for air a more pressing matter. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply. It’s almost like this was how things were meant to be. You two, here, now.

And the rest of the night went on like that. Laying in bed watching cheezy movies, cuddling closer to one another and the occasional kiss (or make-out session) here and there. And in that moment everything felt perfect.


A/N: OK SO I can finish it here or I could make part 5, where Jughead and the reader go home & its just nothing but fluff. Let me know!! 

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Lost Time - Cheryl Blossom

Anonymous said:

Could you do a Cherylxfemale!reader where Cheryl asks out the reader then spoilers her affection and attention?

Originally posted by phebobuffay

I tried my best, sorry if it’s not good enough.


Having been born and raised in Riverdale, you knew of the mysterious Blossom family. You heard the tales about how they truly gained their fortune and listened to stories about how some thought the family was cursed. But never, did you ever hear anyone speak of Cheryl Blossom’s dating life. Sure there were a few parties where people would say they saw her kissing a football player here, someone else there; but other than that, no one talked about actual dates.

Until recently, you hadn’t had any interest in Cheryl’s dating life either. That all changed during Biology class one day. You gazed down at your textbook, reading through the chapter on ecosystems when you felt someone sit beside you. You looked up, to your left and met the heated gaze of the remaining Blossom twin.

“Do you understand any of this?” Cheryl questioned as she gestured to your open textbook. You curled your lips together nervously. Cheryl had never spoken to you before and you had alway been hesitant to. It wasn’t just the stories you heard about her, Cheryl was just very intimidating. To you, her beauty was unmatched by any other girl at Riverdale High, making it hard to even look in her direction. Like right now, your throat had grown dry.

“Y/N? Hello?” Her voice snapped you out of your trance and you felt a hot blush bloom on your cheeks.

“Uh yeah, sorry. I understand it, why?” You mentally chastised yourself for being awkward. Cheryl’s full, red stained lips quirked upwards in a bright smile.

“Do you think you can teach out the chapter over dinner?” If you weren’t dying inside already, you sure were now. “ Text me your address and I can pick you up at five. Pop’s sound okay?” You nodded at her words, but then frowned slightly.

“I don’t have your number-” as you spoke, Cheryl grabbed your phone off your desk. Luckily for her, your phone was unlocked and she punched in her number. You put your phone on top of your still-open textbook and gave you another award-winning smile.

“See you at five,” she said flirtatiously. You stared dumbfounded, as the Cheryl Blossom walked back to her assigned seat. You looked back down at your book and then your phone. Cheryl Blossom’s name was written in your contacts list, with a red heart emoji beside it.

You texted Cheryl as soon as you got home, sending her your address. Your mind was still whirling from fifth hour Biology class. The mysterious girl, who you had been intrigued by since high school, talked to you. You, of all people. You and Cheryl never ran in the same crowd, making that interaction surprising in and of itself.

In your room, you stared at some clothes you had pulled out, wondering if you should even change. Would it be too obvious then? You let out a groan and fell back against the floor of your bedroom. You rested there for around an hour, too nervous to move. What if this was all a set up to get you to come out. From the stories you heard about Cheryl, you couldn’t put it past her; but it was also unfair of you to pass such harsh judgement on her. Suddenly, a new text dial went off and broke you from your thoughts. You sat up and grabbed your phone from you bed.

Cheryl : Hey I’m outside ;)

With a new outfit forgotten, you stood up and rushed out of the room. You pushed out the front door, grabbing your backpack. You walked outside and your gaze landed upon a cherry red car, with a pleased Cheryl Blossom sitting behind the wheel. You walked over and opened the passenger side door. You greeted her with an awkward smile when you settled in the seat.

“Ready to go?” You looked at your house then at Cheryl, who was wearing a large pair of sunglasses.

“Yeah,” you said, and Cheryl started the car. The first part of the drive was quiet, since you were too scared to speak up; but Cheryl filled the silence after a while. She went over what she understood from the chapter, summarizing the key ideas but missing some important details. As she talked, you realized that maybe you misread the signs. You grade in Biology wasn’t bad, so maybe Cheryl knew that you would know what to study for.

You swallowed your hurt feelings as Cheryl pulled into the parking lot of Pop’s. It was more less empty and you let out a small sigh at the sight of the familiar diner. Cheryl turned off the car and jumped out. You opened the door and walked towards the entrance of Riverdale’s star attraction. Cheryl beamed when you held open the door for her, making your heart skip a little more than normal. Cheryl lead you to a secluded booth in the corner and watched as you unpacked your Biology materials.

“What are you doing?” You looked up from the textbook, as you were trying to find the right page, and met Cheryl’s gaze. Her brown eyes were glued on you and you felt nervous again.

“I was getting the chapter up,” you said quietly, “so I could go over it with you.” Cheryl let out a sweet laugh, one that made you smile.

“Oh Y/N, there’s been a misunderstanding,” she leaned over the table and whispered, “I’m into you.” She leaned away just as the waiter strolled up to your booth. Cheryl ordered a vanilla milkshake for herself and a basket of fries. When the server asked you what you wanted, you shakily replied with your favorite drink. With the order done, Cheryl smiled slyly at you. You met her gaze and felt a wave of courage roll over your shoulders.

“I was under the impression you were straight,” you said, slightly above a whisper. Cheryl smile broadened as you spoke. She shook her head and sighed.

“I date who I want, when I want,” she stated simply, “no one can put me in a box.” You marveled at her confidence and wondered why you.

“But we’ve never talked before,” you said and Cheryl grinned.

“I’ve caught you staring at me in the halls. Don’t worry, I was staring too. You’re quite the interesting girl, so I figured we should go on a date.” The waiter returned and placed the drinks and fries between you and Cheryl. With a quiet ‘thanks’, the waiter walked out of earshot.

“I’ve been through a lot since school has started,” Cheryl continued, “and I realized I need to be happy despite all of it. I’m simply making up for lost time, sugar.” You blushed hard at the nickname and you wondered if she’d call by it again; you wanted her to.

“Well,” you said, regaining some composure, “I’m happy to be here.” Cheryl smiled at you brightly and you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. The rest of your first date with Cheryl Blossom went over rather smoothly. You shared trivial things about yourselves and found that Cheryl wasn’t as mean as everyone thought she was.

“My parents…Jason was the golden child so when he disappeared, their hate for me only grew. Now with Polly and the babies, I hope things will turn around.” You nodded and gave her a sympathetic smile. With Cheryl opening up to you like this, it was easy to tell she trusted you; despite only truly knowing you for three hours?! You galnced at your phone and saw the time.

“I don’t mean to rush but my parents are probably waiting for me and-”

“Oh, that’s fine babe. Don’t worry about it.” You smiled and searched for your wallet. By the time you found it Cheryl had already placed a tip on the table and was paying for the food.

“I can pay for my drink at least,” you offered, but Cheryl shook her head.

“No, it’s fine. You’ll just have to go out with me again sometime.” She looked up at you and you blushed at the grin on her face. In all your stolen glances at school, you had never once seen Cheryl smile like she was now. Pearly white teeth framed by red lips and crinkles by her eyes. It was a beautiful to see.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you said and you held Cheryl’s gaze. After she had paid, you and Cheryl walked out of the diner and into the cool night air. You got into the car and Cheryl started it in the direction of your house. On the way to your home, Cheryl’s hand brushed against yours and you wrapped your pinkie around hers. The small gesture caused sparks of warmth to dart up your arm. You looked over to Cheryl who was facing the road smiling. Before you knew it, you were in your driveway. You sat silently in her car, wanting spend another brief second with the girl you liked. You turned your head against the headrest and found Cheryl already looking at you.

“You should go inside,” she whispered, “so your parents don’t think I’m a bad influence.” You let out a dry laugh because, like everyone in Riverdale, your family wasn’t really fond of the Blossom family. After another moment you nodded.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered as you pulled your pinkie from hers. She nodded, her smile fading slightly from her full lips. “I’ll try to get your attention, talk to you.”

“You don’t need to try, you’ll always have my attention Y/N.” You blushed as you opened the car door. With your backpack on, you rounded the front of the car and stopped in front of the driver side door. You leaned over the car and pressed a small peck to Cheryl’s cheek.

“Like you said,” you whispered, “you gotta make up for lost time.” With that, you walked inside you house and wondered what tomorrow will bring to you and Cheryl Blossom.

Boatsex

Posting my own little #boatsex fic. Can’t stop thinking about how it will go down, and had to get all of this out. If anyone wants more, let me know and I will finish it!!!

He knew this trip south was going to be difficult. He knew the Dragon Queen would be a challenge, that his physical and emotional strength would be tested. That was confirmed by their first meeting. She had not executed him, like the Northern Lords had believed, but they had not started off on good terms.

It’s hard to believe after all of the disdain and arrogance he had seen in her eyes that day, that she was now looking at him the way she was now. Or maybe he was imagining it. After everything that had happened, he would not blame her for wanting nothing to do with him. Without knowing it, or even wanting it, something had bloomed between them. When he awoke on that boat, with her tear filled eyes staring down at him, he realized what that something was for him. But she pulled away?

As Daenerys continued to look at him, he felt the need to say something, anything to break the tension and get a read on her emotions. They had been alone in her chambers, he was trying to comfort her after the armistice; words were exchanged between Daenerys and Cersei that had clearly struck a nerve, and when they had a moment to themselves on the return trip to Dragonstone, the world seemed to crash down on her all at once. He had sat with her as she cried and offered words of condolence and reassurance, and after some time, the sobs and gasps had stopped. He had already attempted to attack the last person that hurt her, fighting off a dozen wights to get to the Night King in a fit of rage, and it was all he could do now to keep calm. He was doing it for her, but also for himself. He did not want to leave this room; he did not want to leave her alone.

Looking away, so not to betray the fear in his eyes, he said, “Your Grace, if you would like some time alone…” But before he could finish, her hand was in his again. The softness had surprised him at first, expecting her palms to be rough as rough as the scales of the dragon she rode, as harsh as their first interaction. But when he reached for it from his bed to show her how deeply sorry he was, it was as soft as silk. Looking down at it now, so small in his own hand, laying across the armrests of the chairs between them, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t leave.” She whispered. “Not now” laying her head against his shoulder both of them staring down and their intertwined hands.

He leaned his head down to rest his cheek in the top of her head. “Not ever, My Queen.” He whispered.

Her head slowly lifted and she turned in her chair so she was facing him, a look of surprise and curiosity on her face. Her eyes were scanning his face for any hint of the true meaning of his words. When they met his again, he lost all control he had been grasping onto for so long. His hand moved to her cheek, stroking it gently where the tears had been earlier. He gaze wandered to her lips that parted in the shock of his touch. A small quiver of her bottom lip broke his restraint and he leaned towards her, bringing her face to his. Their lips met, and his senses filled with her sweetness. For a moment, he feared that he had made a mistake, that he had misread all the signs, until she kissed him back.

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy II (Preview)

The wedding was a celebration that didn’t want to end. The halls were decked and the church was set with al manner of ancient allies and long forgotten grudges. For a week, the entire thing was all over the news, all over the world, in fact. It was a party akin to a United Nations summit, and it had the makings of an infamous reception.

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- Reyna and Annabeth bond over their love of hot chocolate and hot-messes-of-friends who are trying (and failing) to run the demigod camps
- Reyna doesn’t like Annabeth that much when they first meet
- She can’t understand how anyone so smart would date that sweet, kind-hearted doofus child named Percy Jackson
- She eventually grows to love Annabeth’s sense of humour and smile and witty intelligence
- Annabeth doesn’t understand why Jason never dated Reyna (she’s super strong, crazy smart, beautiful, kind, stubborn)
- Doesn’t understand until she hears Jason’s stories of trying to set Reyna up with a couple of girls in the legion
- For which, he says, he got smacked in the back of the head
- “how was I supposed to know she didn’t want me to set her up with a cute girl after she told she was gay? I’m her best friend, that’s my JOB.”
- Annabeth is a little surprised, but then she notices Reyna staring at Calypso’s butt and getting a little discombobulated whenever a really cute girl talks to her
- Annabeth finds herself flirting with Reyna just to mess with her
- Reyna is slightly offended but also not because a cute girl is flirting with her
- Percy has changed a lot since their trip through Tartarus
- Annabeth and Percy slowly drift apart after the war with Gaea
- They start fighting a lot and they can’t figure out what’s wrong
- They’re not really sure why, but they end up going their separate ways
- Reyna is the first person Annabeth goes to after the breakup
- She holds Annabeth as she cries, wraps her up in a blanket, makes her some hot chocolate, and calls Hazel and Piper over for a girls’ night
- They don’t ask questions, they just bring takeout and feel good movies over to Reyna’s quarters and they all cuddle together on the couch and watch movies
- Annabeth is squished closest to Reyna and she falls asleep with her head in Reyna’s lap
- Piper and Hazel take over Reyna’s bed (Reyna doesn’t ask any questions)
- Reyna doesn’t have the strength to wake Annabeth up, so she ends up falling asleep with her hand tangled in Annabeth’s hair
- She wakes up early with Annabeth curled around her and snoring softly, so she goes back to sleep
- Piper and Hazel wake them up while whispering and giggling and just being super attached to each other (Reyna finds it so cute it’s gross)
- Annabeth slowly removes herself from Reyna and apologizes for grabbing on so tight
- Reyna doesn’t mind one bit, but she just tells Annabeth “it’s fine, I totally understand. If you need anything, just let me know”
- And Piper gives Reyna a knowing smirk but Anabeth just smiles shyly and thanks her
- Reyna and Annabeth start spending a lot of time with each other over the next few weeks
- Reyna tells herself it’s only because Annabeth needs a friend, but she lets Annabeth cuddle with her whenever she needs to
- Annabeth is so thankful for Reyna and for some reason she’s started to notice a weird tingling feeling in her stomach whenever she sees Reyna??? and she doesn’t know why
- Annabeth finds herself really really looking forward to their movie nights and hot chocolate dates and walks through New Rome
- They don’t fall asleep on the couch anymore, now they have the frame of mind to lay down on the bed when they start to fall asleep during the movie
- Annabeth and Reyna both wonder to themselves if this is how normal best friends act, if normal best friends cuddle and fall asleep together in bed
- They both decide that it has to be normal, there’s nothing weird about it
- One day Annabeth grabs Reyna’s hand and pulls her along to make her walk faster so they can get to Leo’s party faster and the contact makes Reyna’s stomach flip
- When they finally get to the party, Reyna interlaces their fingers and looks at Annabeth to make sure it’s okay and Annabeth just smiles really big and runs her thumb over Reyna’s hand and everything’s just right
- A few weeks pass and they don’t really discuss it or mean to but their relationship gets a lot more touchy
- They’re not afraid to grab each other’s hand or to hug each other randomly and they no longer question if it’s weird to cuddle with your best friend
- Neither of them know exactly what their relationship is
- Reyna wants the relationship to be more than just friends, but she doesn’t want Annabeth to think she was just using her the whole time
- And Annabeth is so fucking in love with Reyna it’s not even funny and when she realizes it she tells herself that she really needs to tell Reyna before she does anything stupid and scare Reyna off because it’s possible that Reyna has no romantic feelings for her whatsoever and she doesn’t want to overstep her bounds
- Reyna plans to ask just what in the world their relationship actually is one night during movie night
- Which is also the same night Annabeth was planning on asking Reyna out on a date
- So they’re both super hella awkward that night and can’t figure out why the other person is acting so weird
- Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, Praetor of Camp Jupiter and Daughter of the war goddess Bellona actually gets nervous and trips over her words and spills popcorn and Annabeth can’t help but laugh at this beautiful and adorable dork in front of her
- Annabeth Chase, Daughter of the Wisdom goddess Athena herself, can’t quite gather up the courage to say anything before the movie starts
- Reyna doesn’t pay any attention at all to the movie and when Annabeth asks her a question about it she doesn’t even know what was said or what’s going on
- Annabeth waves a hand in front of her face “Reyna? Are you okay? You look a little si-”
“I love you.” Reyna blurts out before she can stop herself
- Annabeth is taken aback and isn’t really sure what to say and Reyna is freaked out by her silence and then proceeds to disentangle herself from Annabeth and tries to get up from the couch all while apologizing profusely and saying that of course she misread the signs and that she’ll go back to her own place and that Annabeth never has to see her again
- But then Annabeth smiles and grabs ahold of Reyna’s hand and pulls her back to the couch, intertwining their fingers
- They’re both silent for a few moments as Reyna tries to avoid looking anywhere but directly at Annabeth and she’s expecting to hear that Annabeth loves her too, that she always has, but only as a friend
- When she finally looks at Annabeth she sees Annabeth staring at her lips
- And suddenly Reyna is excited and extremely confused
- Annabeth opens her mouth to reply with “I love you t-” but before she can finish Reyna’s mouth is on hers and it’s basically the best thing ever
- She really likes grabbing at Reyna’s flannel and Reyna really likes grabbing at Annabeth’s hoodie and it’s a lot to take in all at once
- They eventually need air and when they break apart they realize that Reyna somehow ended up straddling Annabeth’s hips and that Reyna’s flannel shirt is gone and Annabeth’s hand is on Reyna’s stomach
- Reyna rests her forehead on Annabeth’s and whispers “I love you so much”
- Annabeth whispers “I love you too” in between gentle kisses and while running her hand over Reyna’s abs
- For some reason Piper shows up at Annabeth’s door the next morning, banging on it incessantly before unlocking it herself and following a trail of clothes to Annabeth’s bedroom to find Annabeth and Reyna peacefully sleeping in the bed, curled around each other and very much clothes-less
- Piper clears her throat and scares the absolute shit out of both women in the bed
- Annabeth almost falls out of the bed
- Then she proceeds to yell at Piper for five minutes while Piper laughs and Reyna sits back and just smiles at her girlfriend and best friend
- After allowing just enough verbal abuse towards Piper, Reyna snakes an arm around Annabeth’s stomach and peppers kisses across her shoulders, trying to calm her down
- Annabeth is startled and not amused “Rey! Piper is RIGHT THERE” and when Reyna just pulls her back towards the mattress to hug her close Annabeth tries to glare at Piper but she’s having a hard time and instead just manages to get out the words “Go away now and don’t tell anyone and we’ll forget this happened”
- Piper giggles and says “Bye love birds”
- When they finally make it out of bed and into the public to eat lunch, Hazel winks at Reyna and high fives Annabeth, Jason shouts “IT’S ABOUT TIME” from across the pavilion, Leo shouts something inappropriate and Piper and Hazel have to hold back Annabeth and Reyna so they don’t attack him, Calypso smacks Leo and then congratulates them, and everyone goes to see Frank for some reason and it looks like money is changing hands, but Reyna decides not to ask what’s going on
- They’re just really cute together
- They steal each other’s clothes and cuddle a lot and they love to watch movies together and drink hot chocolate and kiss a whole bunch
- Annabeth knows judo and Reyna asks her to teach her some
- It becomes one off their favourite couple activities
- A few years later, Reyna retires and decides to go to college in New Rome
- The retirement ceremony is really beautiful and Piper and Annabeth and Leo all cry while Hazel hugs them all and playfully rolls her eyes at Reyna
- Reyna is happy to pass the job on to Frank, she knows he’ll be fantastic at it
- Frank is really happy and definitely the captain of the Reynabeth ship
- Piper insists that she’s the captain, and they argues so Leo and Reyna suggest they just co-captain the ship
- They finally agree to it
- Annabeth is the one to propose to Reyna
- She does it at none other than the coffee shop where they love to have hot chocolate dates
- Of course Reyna says yes and there’s lots of hugging and cheering and kissing
- THEY ADOPT SO MANY DOGS AND THEY END UP WITH LIKE FOUR KIDS AND THE RAMIREZ-ARELLANO-CHASE FAMILY IS SO FUCKING CUTE

anonymous asked:

Mr. Older Gentleman, as it turns out, yes, you were truthful about telling me the price of the item you purchased when the register asked me to key in the price (as this happens on occasion in my GreenWalls), however, I *cannot take a customer's word* on such situations, because fun fact: People fucking lie. They misread signs. So please, get all snooty with me about the fact that you're OH SO RIGHT about the price. So. Yeah. Choke on one, ass. I *have* to page someone to confirm the price.

Freezing Cold

For an anon who requested 19 and 28 with Hotch  “Is that my shirt?” “Did I just say that out loud?”

It was after one by the time you all landed, and having been trapped on a plane for several hours together, you were all ready to get into your own rooms, shower, sleep, and start fresh. Hotch stepped away from the little check in desk, “Alright, bad news, we’re short a few rooms so we’re doubling up tonight, one person can get a single and -”

“I get the single.” JJ claimed and Rossi looked more than ready to argue. “I’m pregnant, I get the single.”

“Then I call Reid!” Emily grabbed a hold of him, “He never snores, unlike some people.”

“I do not snore!” Morgan argued, and you laughed, pushing his arm.

“You know, Emily you don’t get to call Reid, mostly because I do not want to be stuck with Morgan all week.”

“Stuck? Listen baby girl no one is stuck with Derek Morgan!” You bickered amongst yourself, trying to divide the rooms in a way that pleased everyone but it wasn’t happening.

“Okay enough!” Hotch called, shutting everyone up. “Morgan snores- and Rossi snores. They can room.”

“(Y/N) Mumbles.” Emily smirked and you stuck your tongue out at her, “Spencer and I are silent.” Both you and Hotch gave her a firm look. In your opinion she wasn’t fooling anyone; she wanted you and Hotchner to have to room together, because last week at girls night you might have let slip how handsome you thought he was.

“Fine, you and Spencer can share.” Everyone grabbed their bags and keys before breaking off and heading to your rooms, set on meeting by 8:30 to go to the station. Your room was small and cold and smelled like how you expect most motel rooms to smell; musky and cheap cleaning supplies.

“You’re welcome to the shower first.” Hotch smiled, setting his things down on the bed closest to the door. You gave a silent nod and grabbed your go back before going into the bathroom and locking the door.

“Get it together, (Y/L/N)” You muttered quickly stripping down and jumping into the shower. You washed up quickly, and jumped back out of the shower, trying to make sure Hotch had enough hot water. You brushed your teeth and change, cursing at your past self for the pack job you did. “No sweat shirt? What were you thinking.” When you slipped back into the room you smiled at Hotch who was sitting on his bed, still in his suit.

“All yours..” You don’t know what made you do it, but mid shower you got off your bed and shuffled over to his go bag looking in. He had two sweatshirts, and your wet hair was making you uncomfortably cold. You decided he wouldn’t mind so you nicked the first one out of his bag and pulled it on before sitting back on your bed, reading the case files one more time as you waited for him to be done.

“Is that my shirt?” He asked and you looked up from the page you’d been staring at while dozing off.

“I’m sorry I should have asked, but it’s freezing in here and I didn’t pack a sweatshirt.” You gave him a small shrug and a tired smile. “You had two…” Hotch shook his head, smiling.

“You’re fine, it is cool in here.” You nodded and relaxed again now that you knew he really didn’t mind. You shut the files and put them on your night stand.

“And it’s not like they give you great quality blankets to combat the cold, we’re going to be freezing all week.” Hotch agreed with you and set his own files to the side before climbing into bed.

“Can I turn off the light?” He asked and you nodded, sinking down into the covers. Once you were plunged into darkness you allowed yourself to blush and press your hands to your face. You stole your attractive boss’s sweatshirt, and now you have to sleep less than five feet from him.

“Fuck..” You muttered to yourself, and you heard him laugh.

“You do mumble.” He spoke and you could hear the grin.

“I’m not asleep yet.” You rolled your eyes, shivering slightly, teeth clicking.

“Are you cold?”

“I’m fine.” Delayed silence.

“You can come over here?” You weren’t sure if you heard it, or if your brain completely made that up, so you laid there, trying to formulate a coherent response, “Did I just say that out loud?” You didn’t respond again, because now you weren’t sure what to say, your boss really did just invite you into his bed. “(Y/N)? Are you asleep or uncomfortable because I’m sorry.. I just I thought, I guess I misread the signs I-”

“Shh.” You hummed, grabbing the covers from your bed and shuffling over the three feet to his bed, “Move over.” You whispered before dropping down in the bed beside him, tossing the blankets over both of you. “Much warmer.” You agreed, curling up on your side, smiling at Hotch. He smiled back.

“Goodnight?”

“Goodnight.” And with Hotch’s smell covering the odd motel scent, and with his warmth keeping you from freezing, you were soon asleep, and it was one of the best ‘on case’ sleeps of your career.

The Paladins First Kiss With You {Headcanon}.

This is for @hotemotionalmess. I hope you like it!

   Shiro:

  - Your first kiss with Shiro would probably be so planned out it’s not even funny.

  - Not planned out by you. By Shiro.

  - From the moment you said yes to being his s/o, he’s just been plotting how this moment is going to work out, and yet when he finally does it, it goes to complete shit.

  - Like, he thinks he’s being swift by leaning in all of a sudden and pecking your lips, but he’s too fast and your heads end up slamming together.

  - “Shiro, what the hell?”

  - “I’m sorry. I tried to kiss you.”

  - Upon hearing this, you, of course, grin and pull at his lapels, dragging him in for a good kiss that catches Shiro off guard so much, but he loves every moment of it.

Keith:

  - Kissing??? What is this???

  - Honestly, Keith is just glad you said yes to being his s/o. He doesn’t even know there’s other things he should do.

  - So about three months into your relationship, he still hasn’t even showed interest in kissing you so you have to take things into your own hands.

  - I can imagine it just being quick. Barely even comprehended for the first few seconds of it. Like, you literally just lean in, peck his lips, pull back and go on with whatever you’re doing.

  - And he’s just standing behind you like “….” because what just happened?

- He’s super surprised that he liked it. He never saw the appeal towards the joining of mouths, but it’s different when you do it.

  - So he grabs your wrist, spins you around and kisses you again this time – sloppy and unpracticed, but it’s Keith so you let him off with it.

  - “I like doing that. I like doing that a lot.”

Lance:

  - Y'ALL BETTER KNOWWWWWW

  - This bitch is so god damn slick.

-  Honestly. Kissing you is probably the way he asks you out in the first place.

  - You’re just standing by the counter trying to make a sandwich and Mr Worldwide slides up beside you, wraps an arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your lips.

  - He winks when he sees your reaction – just complete confusion. Not exactly the reaction he expected.

  - He tries to play it off, but he starts to think you didn’t like it because you’re just staying silent, and he’s like Damn, misread the signs again.

  - Genuinely acts like he didn’t do a thing. Like, he just starts eating food and is like “What’s wrong with you?”

  - But then you pull him towards you and kiss him yourself and you know he’s gonna be smug af because he’s Lance and the people love Lance.

Hunk:

  - Baby boy asks permission.

  - Like Shiro, it’s probably all planned out and he’s probably gushed about his plans with Pidge and Pidge has been giving him top notch advice on how to get his lips on yours.

  - So he takes you out. On a date. A real date.

  - In the castles kitchen, because you’re floating through space.

  - But it’s nice nonetheless. He cooks you food, sits you down, even wears a suit even though he’s literally sitting in the dining room of the ship.

  - He’s nervous the whole time.

  - And then he just looks you in the eyes, stops speaking and just stares at you.

  - And then he’s like, “Can I kiss you?”

  - OF COURSE YOU SAY YES AND THEN HE LEANS OVER AND HIS KISS IS SO GENTLE AND SOFT AND HE PULLS AWAY AND ASKS IF IT WAS ALRIGHT AND HE’S SO CUTE.

  - Keep in mind, when he pulls away and asks if it was alright, his voice if gruff af and you’re just like Hunk? Because damn.

Pidge:

  - I always imagine hers being so simple and nonchalant.

  - You two are just sitting down somewhere and she goes to get up and leave, but before she does she leans down and pecks your lips like it’s no big deal.

  - She leaves and you’re just like ??? What?

  - Because she just left. Like, there was no explanation or no after speech about why she did it, which is weird since it’s Pidge.

  - When you pull her on it later, she looks at you like you’re crazy.

  - “It’s our first of many, Y/N. Might as well get the ball rolling early.”

  - And it was the first of many. I can see Pidge liking kisses a whole lot.

When the guys find out you’re dating Junmyeon and are super surprised

So I haven’t actually heard back from my anon on this…I hope you still like it Anon!  If not, just let me know along what lines you were thinking and I’ll rewrite it!

Originally posted by myeoneandonly

Suho:

He will probably find this to be a little funny and a little embarrassing.  He had wanted to keep the relationship low-key for as long as possible, not because he didn’t care about you or because he was embarrassed by you or anything crazy like that, but simply because he wanted some quiet alone time with you before chaos descended. Let’s face it: exo is nuts.  We all know it’s true.  It’s a large part of why we love them so much, right?  “Aw, come on guys!  Don’t crowd her/him!  Jeez, and you goofs wonder why I didn’t say anything!”

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Xiumin:

I feel like out of everyone Minseok would be the least surprised.  I don’t see him being the type to project ideal types for people around him.  If anything, say the girl/guy that ends up with Junmyeon is a little on the loud side, that might surprise Minseok merely because the rest of Exo is rowdy af.  But outside of that, I really don’t see Minseok being all that surprised.  I mean if anyone is going to understand want a relationship and also wanting to keep in on the down low, Minseok would get that the best, you know?  Instead of surprised, this guy is going to probably pull you aside and start sharing all Junmyeon’s secrets.  Let’s put it this way: Junmyeon will never win a fight against you. “I’m just saying!  You can take this ammo or leave it, but it might work out in your favor” (winkwinkwink).

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Torn Up (Part Eleven)

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Look who’s back, back again

Katie’s back, tell a friend

Hey y’all, guess what I finally fucking finished? Its been a tough two weeks, guys, let me tell you. And I had to drive 20 minutes to the closest coffee shop to get wifi to post this. But that’s no excuse, and I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing. So, sit back , relax, and enjoy! (The next part should be up… before I leave for college Tuesday). I also don’t remember which gifs of Willy I’ve used so far… so forgive me if there are duplicates

Warnings: Cursing, dirty jokes

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The next day, Mitch and Auston came into Espresso Yourself as boisterous as ever. I wondered if Auston and Willy had made up.

“Y/N, you will not believe what happened at practice today,” Mitch said in a low voice as Auston walked off to use the restroom.

“Practice? But it’s only September, and hockey is a winter sport,” I asked, but then immediately brought my hand up to rub my face as I remembered. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the fact that y’all are professional athletes,” I joked.

“This is serious, Y/N,” for the second time ever I knew that he was. “At practice today Auston and Willy got into a fight. An all-out brawl. Coach had to have them separated, like Willy isn’t Auston’s wing anymore. Matts is only in a good mood because he thinks he won, but really it could’ve gone either way.”

“Shit,” I whispered. “What do we do about it? What do I do?”

“There’s nothing to do. Business as usual,” he paused, “Just don’t lead Auston on.”

I was confused; lead Auston on? Had I been doing such a thing? “I’m not-”

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Acting Your Age

Title: Acting Your Age

 Summary: When you run off to do some errands, leaving your husband Thorin and the little Fili and Kili alone at your house, you don’t expect to return to the sight you see.

 Warnings: None?

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Originally posted by tinysofia

 It was a cold winter’s day in Ered Luin.  The snow was gently falling over the land, the wind was slight, but still could cut through any amount of layers you wore, but it was peaceful.  You would have liked to stay at home, curled up with your husband and nephews as Thorin spoke of stories of old, but you had a more important mission to go on.  

Fili and Kili, both under the age of ten had given you that look, that pleading puppy look when they asked if they could have some hot chocolate while their uncle told them a story.  It was so sweet and innocent, so of course you said yes…but you didn’t realize you were out of the ingredients, so out you went.  Thorin was in charge of keeping the boys entertained and distracted while you slipped away quickly.

It only took about twenty minutes, if that, to get the ingredients and get back home.  But even still, nothing could prepare you for what you saw.  

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Johnny As A Dad

Johnny  -  Doyoung


A/N: Not a daddy™, smh
- Admin Finn

Originally posted by nctinfo

  • He’d be the dad who’d try to be friends with his kids
    “I’m not a regular dad, I’m a cool dad.”
  • He’d make a lot of lame dad jokes and think they were the funniest shit
  • He can be an embarrassment…
  • He’d be a bit of an oblivious dad too…
    He’d misread signs from his kids, not understanding why his daughter was locking herself in her room
  • Since he’d be a bit oblivious… his kids would be able to get away with a lot of shit lol
  • He’d have a lot of parties/events tho
  • He goes wild for the 4th of July cookout he hosts every year
  • He’d want to have a lot of the traditional American Dad™ moments with his family
  • Shit like teaching his kids how to drive by practicing in the cul-de-sac, having the conversation with his wife about how to teach the kiddos about the birds and the bees, etc…
  • He’d also be an odd dad, having weird nicknames for everyone in the family
    “McPickle!”
    “Billy Bob!”
    “Honey Pie!”
  • He’d be a super active dad too, scheduling hikes and pushing his kids to pick up a sport
  • He wouldn’t get upset often, but when he does he’s serious
  • He’d want his kids to have fun since they’re kids, but would still have rules
    He’d have stricter rules for the girls vs. for his boys because he would fret over the girls more
  • His punishments usually included a lot of scolding, nagging, and grounding
  • Actually, he’d have issues with his wife on occasion because what she sees as a serious issue wouldn’t seem a big deal to him…
  • Even tho he’d fumble a bit with being a dorky dad, he’d still make a great friend and dad!!!!!!!1

gameofmarvelanddc  asked:

Do you still believe that theirs is a song of ice and fire if Jon Snow is the ice and fire himself?

At this point, we’re inclined to believe that it’s a combination of Jon and Daenerys, not just Jon–so yes, we believe that theirs is a song of ice and fire.

“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.  (Daenerys IV, ACOK)

Dany’s vision in the House of the Undying is of Rhaegar, ruminating on the prophecy he had discovered as a boy and which he thought meant he was the Prince that was Promised and then, subsequently, that his sone Aegon was the Prince that was Promised.  He believes that the song of Ice and Fire is that of the Prince that was Promised.

The problem is that Martin very much plays with how prophecy works:

“An ant who hears the words of a king may not comprehend what he is saying,” Melisandre said, “and all men are ants before the fiery face of god. If sometimes I have mistaken a warning for a prophecy or a prophecy for a warning, the fault lies in the reader, not the book. But this I know for a certainty—envoys and pardons will not serve you now, no more than leeches. You must show the realm a sign. A sign that proves your power!” (Davos V, ASOS)

“No,” the old man said. “It must be you. Tell them. The prophecy…my brother’s dream…Lady Melisandre has misread the signs. Stannis…Stannis has some of the dragon blood in him, yes. His brothers did as well. Rhaelle, Egg’s little girl, she was how they came by it…their father’s mother…she used to call me Uncle Maester when she was a little girl. I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope…perhaps I wanted to…we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe. Melisandre most of all, I think. The sword is wrong, she has to know that…light without heat…an empty glamor…the sword is wrong, and the false light can only lead us deeper into darkness, Sam. Daenerys is our hope. Tell them that, at the Citadel. Make them listen. They must send her a maester. Daenerys must be counseled, taught, protected. For all these years I’ve lingered, waiting, watching, and now that the day has dawned I am too old. I am dying, Sam.”  (Samwell IV, AFFC)

“Born amidst salt and smoke, beneath a bleeding star. I know the prophecy.” Marwyn turned his head and spat a gob of red phlegm onto the floor. “Not that I would trust it. Gorghan of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is…and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.” (Samwell V, AFFC)

So Martin’s clearly not setting up a prophecy to be at face value, which means that Rhaegar’s view of the Song of Ice and Fire is not so much about the true meaning of the prophecy, so much as Rhaegar’s failure in interpreting it accurately.

So yes, you can say that Jon’s is the Song of Ice and Fire, that he is of both Ice (Stark) and Fire (Targaryen), that he was born amidst salt and smoke (as people argue).  Or you can keep your mind open to the idea that it might not be just Jon, especially given that almost all of that prophetic fulfillment also has possibilities in Daenerys and, of course, 

“No one ever looked for a girl,” he said. “It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought… the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King’s Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it.” Just talking of her seemed to make him stronger. “I must go to her. I must. Would that I was even ten years younger.” (Samwell IV, AFFC)

anonymous asked:

“the prince that was promised" IS the same as azor ahai reborn. they're exactly the same. they carry the same meaning to the very different people melisandre and maester aemon.

Oh no, I very much disagree with that, anon. Even if the person referred to is the same individual, Melisandre wants and expects different things from Azor Ahai than Aemon wants from the Prince that was Promised (and that other Targaryens wanted and expected before him). Even if these two believe the individual prophesied is the same individual and the signs of each are the same in both prophecies, the prophecies themselves still carry a different meaning to each.

Aemon gives us an excellent introduction to what the prophecy of the Prince that was Promised means to him and his House in Samwell III, AFFC.

“Dragons,” Aemon said. “The grief and glory of my house, they were.”

He introduces the topic of dragons and prophecy as a double-edged sword turned against his birth family as much as it was wielded for them, and continues in that vein.

“My brothers dreamed of dragons too, and the dreams killed them, every one.”

It’s in Samwell IV that we see some concrete analysis from Aemon. 

“No one ever looked for a girl,” he said. “It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought… the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King’s Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it.”

Aemon is referring to a long search for this prince, a search which has shaped several generations of Targaryens profoundly. In this passage alone (to say nothing of what we may learn from Dunk and Egg later), we see that the prophecy affected Aemon’s relationship with Rhaegar (most likely in the fact that they had one). The Prince that was Promised is very much a family affair for Aemon, and to him the signs mean dragons - grief and glory, greatness and ruin, all his blood brothers, and all their deaths.

We do see that Aemon believes that the prophecies are the same in content, though.

“Tell them. The prophecy… my brother’s dream… Lady Melisandre has misread the signs.”

I believe his analysis of Melisandre is right on the money, actually.

“[W]e all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe. Melisandre most of all, I think. The sword is wrong, she has to know that… light without heat… an empty glamor…”

Aemon’s response to the epiphany about Dany is, immediately, to demand that she receive teaching and guidance, lamenting the fact that he’s too old to help directly himself, as family.

The Prince that was Promised is an intimately Targaryen prophecy. Their family’s blood and tears and fortunes have gone into it for a very long time, and by virtue of not being part of the Targaryen clan, Melisandre just cannot attach the same meaning to that prophecy as Aemon does.

Equally, Aemon cannot share in Melisandre’s experience with prophecies, which is every bit as intimate, but rather more isolated to herself.

Melisandre is proud of her skill in reading the fires, which she has practiced for “years beyond count, and […] paid the price.” (Melisandre, ADWD) Her religion rescued her from slavery, her faith saves her from nightmares. Unlike Aemon’s haunting assessment of the Targaryen prophetic obsession, Melisandre’s black-and-white view of good and evil manifests itself in a belief in a straight saviour figure and a straight evil to be defeated. Melisandre sees plenty of danger, yes, but to her, Azor Ahai is salvation granted by R’hllor.

For all Melisandre’s emphasis on sacrifice, too, the visceral and personal loss due to misinterpreted prophecy is also not apparent in her narration.

The red priestess closed her eyes and said a prayer, then opened them once more to face the hearthfire. One more time. She had to be certain. Many a priest and priestess before her had been brought down by false visions, by seeing what they wished to see instead of what the Lord of Light had sent.

- Melisandre, ADWD

Misinterpreting prophecy is something that still happens to other red clerics.

This difference between the two is critical in GRRM’s broader view of prophecy, most memorably articulated by Marwyn the Mage (quoting Gorghan of Old Ghis):

“[P]rophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is… and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.”

- Samwell V, AFFC

Note that the key actor in that colourful metaphor is the person who receives the prophecy, not the subject of the prophecy. Prophecy is most important to the listener, and in what the listener chooses to do with the information received.

ladyofthesevenfandoms  asked:

With everything that has happened in the show, I was just wondering how much Daenerys and Jon know about eachother in the books, if anything? *Ps I just want book quotes about them, Ive asked so many people about this (so I'm hoping you've read the books because I've only just found your blog so not 100% sure if you have) and Im dying out hereeee).

We don’t have confirmation that Dany or Jon know anything about each other in the books to my knowledge. The closest thing we get is Maester Aemon talking about Dany, but that happens after he has already left Castle Black so Jon isn’t there to hear it. He says this to Sam in AFFC:

“The prophecy … my brother’s dream … Lady Melisandre has misread the signs. Stannis … Stannis has some of the dragon blood in him, yes. His brothers did as well. Rhaelle, Egg’s little girl, she was how they came by it … their father’s mother … she used to call me Uncle Maester when she was a little girl. I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope … perhaps I wanted to  … we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe. Melisandre most of all, I think. The sword is wrong, she has to know that … light without heat … an empty glamour … the sword is wrong, and the false light can only lead us deeper into darkness, Sam. Daenerys is our hope. Tell them that, at the Citadel. Make them listen. They must send her a maester. Daenerys must be counseled, taught, protected.

So Aemon mentioned Dany, and believes she is Azor Ahai, not Stannis. Just like Missandei reveals in season 7, he realizes that they were wrong to assume gender in the prophecy based on translation errors. 

But he only says this to Sam, not to Jon, and this is after they’ve left the Watch and Sam is bound for the Citadel. Sam could discuss this with Jon down the line, but in book!canon so far he has not done so. He does tell the archmaester when he meets him, but the archmaester dismisses it.

As for Dany’s knowledge of Jon, again, none that I know of. Dany doesn’t remark upon Ned Stark’s children in my memory of the books. She thinks of Ned Stark as the Usurper’s (Robert Baratheon) dog. 

She does reflect in ADWD that she might have married her brother Rhaegar’s son if he had lived! This is kind of huge Jonerys foreshadowing. She wasn’t talking about Jon–she was talking about Rhaegar’s first son by Elia Martell, who was also named Aegon. But this son was killed. Dany knows that, but she laments that she might have married her brother’s son, Aegon. As we now know, Jon is also her brother’s son, Aegon!

Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. Aegon would have been closer to my age than Viserys.

Interestingly, that last bit is true, too. Jon is roughly 8-9 months older than Dany while Viserys was several years older. 

So anyway, they don’t know about each other. But there is the chance that they will in book!canon before they actually meet :)