more cheese than i know what to do with

TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+


‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

~A series on miscellaneous world building tips~

On Creating Fictional Cultures

Culture is not shared. Nor is it meant to be.

  • My Catholic family had Brigid’s cross over the doorway. My Catholic neighbors did not know who Brigid was.
  • My family called it a clicker. Mostly everyone else in my town called it a remote.
  • My friend assumed from a young age that she would attend an Ivy League university because her father had “connections”. I didn’t know what the hell an Ivy League school was until I was a teenager.
  • Everyone drinks orange juice cold. My cousins warm theirs up in the microwave. God knows why.
  • Cheese curds are  found in abundance in Wisconsin and in parts of Minnesota and Illinois. Everyone else in America is deprived of cheese curds.
  • My friend knows a lot more about Confirmation within Catholicism than I do. We both went through it, together, but all I can tell you is that a Bishop is there and it’s like Baptism Part II.
  • My family’s idea of a vacation was a cabin in the woods. My friend’s idea of vacation was going to the beach for the day. My neighbor’s idea of vacation was spending a week at a resort in Mexico.

You should have variation like this when you create fictional cultures. Your characters will not be aware of everything within their culture. They will have different ideas of what something is/should be. Religion will vary by place and even by family (even if those families are from the same place). Not everyone in the same town will practice a holiday the same way. Not everyone will attach the same significance to elements of their culture, their religion, or their home/country/ancestral land.

If all of your characters (including the background characters) walk around with the same knowledge about the same topics, your culture is going to lack depth. 

One character might have been told X about a certain magical creature where another character might have been told Y. One character might have many family traditions whereas another character’s family might not have any. 

In summary:

  • Characters should have varying levels of knowledge of their own culture, heritage, history, nation, etc.
  • Variances in language, religion, tradition, etc. should exist among characters who belong to the same language/dialect, culture, religion, etc.
  • When creating these differences, consider how certain factors such as place of origin, age, socioeconomic class (past, present, class of parents/grandparents), religion, education, family, and language create these variances.
  • Think of the family unit (defined by your fictional culture) as a subculture within a larger culture. Family A, Family B, and Family C all speak the same language, practice the same religion, and celebrate the same national holidays, but they do these things in different ways.

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode three - head full of snow

  • ❝ no, no, it’s too early to fry the onions. ❞
  • ❝ no mistake. you are to come with me, [] . ❞
  • ❝ i wish i was but a thief. i am not. ❞
  • ❝ i am of death. ❞
  • ❝ that is me
  • ❝ they will be sad for a time, and then they will find happiness again. ❞
  • ❝ this is how they will find me ❞ 
  • ❝ it is my thanks. ❞
  • ❝ come. ❞
  • ❝ it is perfect. ❞
  • ❝ this is not queens. ❞
  • ❝ i was using that
  • ❝ i tried my best. ❞
  • ❝ your best is good. ❞
  • ❝ choose. ❞
  • ❝ careful !
  • ❝ what are you looking at up there ? ❞
  • ❝ it is a ––– thing. not a god. like a god. it is a bad thing. ❞
  • ❝ if it escapes, it will eat the whole of everything. ❞
  • ❝ if he escapes, the thing in the stars, the world is over. like that. ❞
  • ❝ cold doesn’t bother me. this time is my time. ❞
  • ❝ when is your time
  • ❝ i don’t want my fortune told. ❞
  • ❝ virgins have the advantage. ❞
  • ❝ oh, no. you have nothing. you believe in nothing, so you have nothing. ❞
  • ❝ you are on a path from nothing to everything. ❞
  • ❝ you had something, recently, you lost it. ❞
  • ❝ you keep giving away your life. you don’t care much whether you live or die, do you ?
  • ❝ the world’s not what i thought it would be. ❞
  • ❝ you’d rather die than live in a world with bears in the sky. ❞
  • ❝ i can help you. but first, you must do something for me. you have to kiss me. ❞
  • ❝ i have not ever been kissed. i do not know if i like it. ❞
  • ❝ kissing is disgusting. but in a nice way … like … bleu cheese, or brandy. ❞
  • ❝ just take it. here. ❞
  • ❝ don’t lose this. don’t give it away. ❞
  • ❝ you’ve been given protection once. you had the sun itself. i can give you the moon. it’s the daughter, not the father. ❞
  • ❝ i think you got weak. ❞
  • ❝ no one needs to know but me. ❞
  • ❝ you deserve better than this. ❞
  • ❝ there is food, there is roof, what more do you need
  • ❝ in the old country, you were draped with pearl. loved, feared, waited upon. excess suits you. ❞
  • ❝ things will be better again soon enough. ❞
  • ❝ this thing you want to do, you will fail. and they will win. ❞
  • ❝ come, walk with me. ❞
  • ❝ it will rain. ❞
  • ❝ since when were you afraid of getting a little wet 
  • ❝ you only get to fool me once. ❞
  • ❝ still so beautiful. ❞
  • ❝ i want knowledge over comfort, over all things, always. ❞
  • ❝ they will kill you this time. ❞
  • ❝ do you remember when we were young
  • ❝ what have you done
  • ❝ i can taste you on the rain. ❞
  • ❝ what else can i taste
  • ❝ we’re gonna rob a bank. you want some coffee
  • ❝ you won’t shoot. ❞ 
  • ❝ don’t push your luck. ❞
  • ❝ you okay there ?
  • ❝ you a rapist ? murderer
  • ❝ i’m not a drunk. ❞
  • ❝ why are you smiling
  • ❝ it was a long time ago. ❞
  • ❝ i spent the day waiting for a man who will not see me. ❞
  • ❝ i have been in this place for a week and it has done nothing but eat my money. ❞
  • ❝ they know nothing about my people here. ❞
  • ❝ i’m in room 318. ❞
  • ❝ i wish you can see what i see. ❞
  • ❝ i do not grant wishes. ❞
  • ❝ have a little faith, [] . ❞
  • ❝ you’re my bodyguard. that means you guard my body. is that right ?
  • ❝ you do not look happy. ❞
  • ❝ do not bleed before you are wounded. ❞
  • ❝ c’mon, let me buy you a hot cocoa. ❞
  • ❝ why are you talking about marshmallows ? like i’m WORRIED about marshmallows ! … yeah, i like marshmallows. ❞
  • ❝ think ‘snow’. ❞
  • ❝ we’re here. well, i’m here. you’re somewhere else. ❞
  • ❝ plenty of suffering to go around. ❞
  • ❝ i think that’s enough. ❞
  • ❝ i thought of snow. ❞
  • ❝ i love this place. food’s not particularly good, but the ambiance ? unmissable. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not hungry. ❞
  • ❝ who says you have to be hungry to eat
  • ❝ one of those things is science, okay ! the other is fantasy. you’re talking about them like they’re apples and oranges. ❞
  • [, at best, you suffer from a lack of imagination. we’re gonna have to fix that. ❞
  • ❝ you look like a man who’s fallen on hard times from a great height. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t afford to be too careless with a lucky coin. ❞
  • ❝ i plucked it out of thin air, is how i plucked it out of thin air, you bug eating nonce. ❞
  • ❝ i threw it. away. ❞
  • ❝ oh, you fucker. ❞
  • ❝ nice to meet you, asshole, i’m [ ] , [] to my friends. ❞
  • ❝ i’m going to leave you with one question. if, at the end of this night, you do not end up in jail, will you believe in me
  • ❝ you believe in me now
  • ❝ i think i deserve a little more faith than that. ❞
  • ❝ this is the only country in the world that wonders what it is. ❞
  • ❝ it’s still just pretending, like i’m pretending now, like you. ❞
  • ❝ what am i pretending
  • ❝ you are pretending you cannot believe in impossible things. ❞
  • ❝ i’d be genuinely deluded if i believed in that shit. ❞
  • ❝ if you are deluded, i believe it’s genuine. you don’t strike me as the disingenuous type. ❞
  • ❝ no, see, delusions feel real, okay, that’s why they’re delusions. none of this feels real. it feels like a dream. ❞
  • ❝ what a beautiful, beautiful thing to be able to dream when you’re not asleep. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve crossed enough paths to know one in four people are rock stupid. even the smart ones have got some kind of delusion they believe in, whether it’s gods or ghosts. ❞
  • ❝ do you believe in love ?
  • ❝ so you didn’t believe until you did, and then the world changed because you believed. ❞
  • ❝ belief is only a product of the company we keep and how easily we scare. and you do not scare easily. ❞
  • ❝ the only thing that scares me is being forgotten. i can survive most things, but not that. ❞
  • ❝ very best part of memory is that it’s mostly about forgetting. ❞
  • ❝ we remember what’s important to us. ❞
  • ❝ i wonder what’ll be the first thing that drifts through your mind when you look back on this evening. ❞
Concuss and In Love

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight injury (mild concussion), Language (I dropped the f-bomb a few times, sorry I swear like a sailor), So fluffy it will rot your teeth out

Word count: 2088

A/N: So, this was written spur of the moment today. No outline, no plan, I just picked up my phone in the car and started typing. This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing or as most of you know her by Kari’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 7. The prompt was “Stop filming me, moron!”. I added a word to it to make it flow in the story hope that’s ok. I am not a nurse or doctor, but I did do research on concussions and at home treatments so if any of this is wrong I apologize. Sorry if this is complete shit like I said it was written in like a few hours. No beta so all mistakes are mine. And I always forget to add this but none of the GIF’s or pics are mine except for the text and social media posts and supply basket edit. Those were created by me. 

Summary: You are enjoying a nice relaxing morning in your home, when your husband Jensen comes home early scaring the crap out of you. This fright, however, may have been a little more dangerous than Jensen thought.

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

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Voltron Characters as Shit I've Said/Done pt. 2

Part 1

Shiro: I don’t think I’m dead, but just to make sure… *pokes self with pencil.* Yeah, still alive.

Keith: I’m going to go live with Bigfoot and call him “Chewy” just to piss him off.

Lance: Maybe if I ignore my self deprecating thoughts, then maybe I could say one nice thing about myself.

Hunk: I say I’m too innocent to know anything you just said, but in reality, I know too much about all of it.

Pidge: *Laying down of the floor with the lights off and playing All Star on repeat* What is like, the point? Shrek 2 should have been the end of the series.

Matt: *Texting Pidge in the same room* Make me mac and cheese you gremlin.

Allura: I’m too gay for this and not gay enough at the same time.

Coran: *Making food* In another dimension, the food is making me.

Lotor: My hair is the best out of everyone’s and you know I’m right.

Zarkon: I’m too old to know exactly what you’re talking about. Am I ashamed? Maybe. Should I be? Yes, most likely.

Haggar (Honerva): I trust that cat that hissed at me more than I trust you. And I saw that cat five minutes ago and known you for 12 years.

CaptainSwan One-Two-Three Shots  Recs p.3

Hello Beautiful Fandom, here is a list of some wonderful one, two and three shots that I ‘ve read and enjoyed. Let’s show our talented writers some love and support, thank you all for the stories you share with us. Hope you enjoy. 

You can also find the first part here and the second here

One-shots:

All our friends want us to fall in love,  @julietohara

“I don’t do relationships,” she says as Killian takes a large bite out of his half of the grilled cheese. He raises an eyebrow at the non sequitur.

“Okay,” Killian says, dragging the word out, once his mouth is no longer full.

“I just don’t want you to get any ideas about what this,” she motions between them, “is. I’m not interested in anything more than what we’re doing now.”

(emma swan meets killian jones at a wedding. you know where that leads.)

The greatest sandcastle in the history of sandcastles, @a-city-dove and  @the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt 

Killian was not expecting this turn of events. Of all people he could’ve been teamed up with for the sandcastle competition, he ends up teamed with Emma Swan.

You don’t wanna be my boyfriend,   @swallowedsong

they met in jail (trumped up charges, they swear!) and somehow, they keep meeting. and meeting. and meeting.

Inter office relations,  @a-fictional-life

Secretly dating coworker.

Not Quite a Coffee Shop AU @a-fictional-life

She needs a second job and The Library needs a barista. Who knew she would end up with more than free coffee?

Missed Connections,  @captainswanluver

Emma Swan doesn’t think she’ll ever see the handsome stranger she spilled coffee all over again. Killian Jones doesn’t believe he’ll ever see the beautiful blonde who ruined his shirt. So they couldn’t be more surprised when their paths keep crossing, only to find that something keeps standing in the way of them making a lasting connection. But when you keep meeting the same person over and over again in a city of 8 million people, is it mere coincidence or fate?

While You Were Sleeping, @captainswanluver

Officer Rogers doesn’t know who the blonde woman is that he found lying unconscious in front of his apartment building. And he certainly can’t explain the immediate connection he feels towards her or why he feels the need to visit her in the hospital everyday.

Faking It, @phiralovesloki

Killian Jones had just been joking when he’d told Emma Swan they were actually married. But in his defense, the doctors hadn’t mentioned that her concussion had given her amnesia.

Of Dates And Misunderstandings,   @word-bug

Drunk Emma makes questionable life choices - signing up to a dating website being one of them. It was a way to blow off steam fending advances of sleazeballs, until it wasn’t. Her life takes an interesting turn when a message from a guy, who shares a name with the actor she hates, pops up. It’s easy to fall for him but is Killian Jones really what she was expecting him to be?

Hold On, @lifeinahole27

we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop.

Marshmallows vs Cinnamon, @emmaswanchoosesyou

Emma and Killian are keeping a secret from her brother, David, and his wife. And the secret isn’t that cinnamon in cocoa trumps cocoa with marshmallows.

Always look forward, @joneskillian 

“I need to break into this classroom to get my pencil bag back, and someone told me that you’re good at picking locks sTOP LAUGHING I NEED MY PENCILS”.

World’s End,  @justanotherwannabeclassic

f it’s the end of the word, then I want to be with you.” (Captain Swan College AU).

Survivors, @tnlph

CS Survivor AU.

Roomies, @thesschesthair

‘Captain Cobra as roommates under the curse’ and so I tried to deliver. I hope this is okay. Mild vague spoilers for season 7.

Prompt, @thesschesthair

That damn paul mccartney, @jmosfreckles

“We bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realize i’m wearing your shirt ”.


Two-shots:

When Killian met Emma, @lenfaz

They met when they were 22, fresh out of college and ready to embark on a two-day journey. Killian was looking for a partner for the trip that would take him to his new work in advertising in a new city. His former roommate David had mentioned that his girlfriend’s friend, Emma, was headed to Chicago to work in social services. Friends with Benefits AU.

The Fallout of Fall Festival, @beardetective

Emma and Killian were well on their way to becoming an official ampersand couple in their small town of Storybrooke, Maine, until a surprise visitor caused a rift between them. 

Last call, @luscipher

Best friends (of sorts) turned lovers (of sorts) AU, just a short little two-shot filled with fluff, banter, and— dare I say it— a smidgen of crack.

The Favor,   @madjm

Emma Swan doesn’t do relationships, but her annoyingly attractive neighbor, Killian Jones, might change her views. 

Sexy Retribution, @thatsmuchbetter

Offering her help to her boyfriend’s brother, Emma had no idea what she was getting herself into. Jealous!Killian. 

 

Three-shots:

X-Factor,  @midnightswans

When Emma Swan auditioned X- Factor as singer, the last thing she was expecting was being put as group with the most dashing, but a really pain in the ass, man Killian Jones. Singer!Killian Singer!Emma 

 Best laid plans, @emmaswanchoosesyou

  Everyone wants Ruby Lucas, but she has her eyes on one person and one person alone. When neither Emma nor Killian are the one she chooses, they turn to each other. Friends with benefits, friends…and maybe more, if their other friends and family have any say in the matter.

Let’s Just Be Us, @cutieodonoghue

Based upon a prompt about rockstar!Killian and movie star!Emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out.

Traits of a Cat - G Dragon HybridCat!AU

Originally posted by gwonae

Summary: Living with a cat can include:

Genre: fluff 

Warnings: None really 

A/N: THIS IS TOTALLY INSPIRED BY THIS PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT! So this is the first thing I’m posting. I thought I’d start off with fluff cause the next chapter of 3B$ isn’t the must fluffiest thing on Earth. So enjoy I have more stuff on the way! Thank you so much to @doubleb-nyongtorytrash because not only is she amazing at writing but also cause she is just great in general!

~ Brooklyn

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Needy

Lazy Sundays were always spent on the couch. You would be sitting on the couch, the TV playing in front of you, serving as background noise. Ji Yong would be laying down, his head on your lap. You’d be on your phone, scrolling through Instagram while aimlessly petting Ji Yong’s head, raking your hand through his hair. Lightly dragging your nails against his scalp, and lightly stroking the soft black ears he has.

What Ji would do varied each day. Some days Ji Yong would also be on his phone or watching TV, but today he was playing with your knitted sweater. Ji Yong was dragging his fingers through the knots of the yarn. He was so consumed in doing it, that you didn’t want to stop him.  After a little while though Ji Yong started to whine.

“I’m hungry,” he said, making you look down at him. He stared up at you, looking at your eyes.

“Go get food then,” you say. He started to pout. His bottom lip extended out a little and his eyes were wide. He stared into your soul, bring out the nicer side of you. You sigh and began to push his head off of your lap. He whined once more, wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing you back against the couch.

“Ji Yong if you want me to get you food you’re gonna have to get up.” He pouts and groans again. He shook his head like a child, not letting you go. You pet his head once again, stroking his soft ears calmly quieting him. You go back on your phone, scrolling through your feed.

After a few minutes, Ji Yong starts to whine again. Twisting on the couch and groaning. You sigh and put your phone away. Looking down at him you watch as his face contorted in discomfort.

“Ji, what’s wrong?”

“Hungry,”

“Okay,” you say getting off the couch, his head falling from your lap. He frowned as you walked away from the couch. As you pass the couch you felt something wrap around your leg stopping you. Looking down you see Ji Yong’s silky black tail wrapped around your leg, preventing you from leaving. You look at him, seeing his sheepish and pleading look.

You unwrapped the tail from around your leg, stroking it as you back to your spot the couch. You pulled out your phone and called someone. Ji Yong stared at you with curiosity sitting up in the middle of the couch. He smiled as he realized what you were doing, fully knowing he had gotten his way.

“Hi, I would like a plain cheese pizza delivered please.”

Jealous/Insecure

You look yourself over in the full body mirror one more time, eyeing your figure in the short dress. You were taller than normal, the black heels that showed off your legs, elevating you and your attitude. Ji Yong watched as you mentally critiqued your outfit. He sat on the bed, his ears relaxed and his tail lightly dragging against the bed’s comforter as it moved back and forth. You looked beautiful and he couldn’t stop staring.

“How do I look?” You ask, turning around to face Ji Yong. His eyes raked up and down at your outfit.

“You look great,” he said making you smile. You grabbed your purse and left the room. Ji Yong raised his eyebrows in surprise and followed you out, ears now perked up. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out with friend remember?” You said, checking your purse one last time.

“Will there be guys?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and smiled down at your purse. You look up at him, your smile still on your face.

“Yes Ji Yong, I have friends that are guys as well as girls,” you say. He frowns slightly. His ears lowering a little, although they weren’t fully hidden. He pouts as you open the door, saying a quick goodbye as you leave.

Ji Yong’s tail sways slowly as he paces in your room. You were always happy to leave when your friends took you anywhere. You weren’t that happy when you went out with Ji Yong though, not that you went out together often. He started to think that maybe it was him. He looked at the mirror, staring at his reflection. His silky black tail easily shown off for the world to see. Along with his cat ears that could barely be hidden in his hair, when it was black anyways.

He grabbed a beanie and placed it on his head, easily hiding his ears without needed to dye his hair. Although Ji Yong noticed the little pointy mountains would appear on his beanie if he didn’t tuck his ears as best he could. Hiding his tail would be a little harder, and more uncomfortable. After successfully hiding both, his tail now in his pants effectively hiding it at the expense of his comfort, he looked human. Although occasionally his little pointy canine teeth would show, but that’s easily fixed by not talking. As he looked at his reflection he became satisfied with his now fully human look. He went to the couch and sat down, waiting for you to get home.

When you came home you were a little tipsy, not even noticing the little changes he made. You opened the door, stumbling in. You were slightly drunk, the sway in your step giving it away. You laughed aimlessly at the pic of you on the wall. You called out for Ji Yong, giggling lightly as his name left your lips. Ji Yong came up to you, not talking, his face frozen in an emotionless state. You swung your arms up and wrapped them around Ji Yong, having him hold up you up.

“HI YONGIE!” You said loudly. He only nodded his head and took you to your room. Ji Yong half carried you down the hall and pushed open the door. He set you on the bed only for him to be pulled down onto the bed with him. Your grip was tight as you clung onto him. He pried himself out of your grip, causing you to laugh. He took off your shoes and tucked you in, staying with you until you fall asleep.

You woke up with a pounding headache. You look around your room, taking in your surroundings. Your shoes were in the corner and there was a glass of water and a bottle of Advil on your dresser. You got out of bed, the pain in your head increasing as you stood up. You made your way towards the dresser, taking the pills and leaving the room.

The smell of food hit your nose as you walked into the hallway. You smiled softly knowing that Ji Yong was cooking, which managed to pick up your more than crappy mood. As you looked into the kitchen you saw Ji Yong. He wore a beanie and an apron, cooking on the stove. You went over and sat at the kitchen table. He looks behind him and waved hi to you.

“Morning Ji Yong,” you say tiredly. Ji Yong hummed in response, not turning around from the stove. You watch as he finishes making pancakes, setting them on the table waiting to be eaten. Ji Yong then goes to grab you a plate, the kitchen filling with silence. You ate quietly as Ji Yong stared at you. You looked at him confused. “Why aren’t you eating?”

He shrugged in response. You frowned, not liking that he isn’t talking to you. “Why aren’t you talking?”

He remained silent, his cheeks slightly turning red. Ji Yong looked away, staring now at the corner of the room. You frowned again, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” He said quickly, surprising you. You started at him as he looked at you. He seemed to be hurt. His face contorted in discomfort as he shifted in his seat. You frowned as he continued to wince in pain until finding a comfortable spot.

“Ji, what’s wrong?” You ask. He blushes and looks down at the table, not wanting to have this conversation. He looked up at you, who was clearly waiting for the truth. He sighed.

“You always seem so happy to go out with your friends, but you’re never that happy around me. I thought that maybe you don’t like to hang out with me because of my cat parts.” He said, looking both sad and hurt. You stood up from your chair and went towards him. You knelt down in front of him looking up at him. You slip his beanie off his head and toss it somewhere else. You slowly began to massage his soft ears, running your hand through his hair as well.

“Kwon Ji Yong, there is not a single thing I don’t like about you. If I didn’t like your cat parts you wouldn’t be here. Okay?” You asked. He looked at you and smiled lightly, his pointy canine teeth showing. He nodded and nuzzled his head against your hand. You smiled back and hit his head lightly.

“Good now go and fix your tail then come to the couch. I’m still hungover and I need to cuddle.”

Everyday moodiness

When you woke up today you were meet by a cuddly Ji Yong next to you. Although you don’t exactly remember him coming in last night and crawling into bed with you. You sighed, his habit of coming and cuddling in the middle of the night was one that you secretly loved. You tried to lightly pry yourself out of his grip, only for his tail to wrap around your leg. He was being extra clingy today. You lightly stroked his hair, slowly easing the grip his tail had on your leg. As you relaxed him, you managed to slip your leg out of his tail. You escaped the room quickly and headed towards the kitchen to make breakfast.

After Ji Yong woke up and eaten breakfast, still clinging to you, you had settled down on the couch. Ji Yong laying on your lap, as usual, while you played on your phone with one hand. The other hand was occupied by Ji Yong, who was messing around with it, mindlessly lacing your fingers together.

“I want to light something on fire,” Ji Yong said out of nowhere.

“No,” you replied, used to this behavior. He frowned as he continued to play with your fingers. He’d put them together, only to separate them in the next second.

“I’m half human, half predator. I should go hunt animals for my primal instinct to kill.”

“Ji Yong, you’re half human and half house cat. The only hunting you will do is in the pantry for chips.” Ji Yong pouted, letting go of your hand. He frowns at you. He begins to stare at you, thinking of something he probably shouldn’t be.

“You’re just a normal human. I could kill you if I wanted too.” Ji Yong says, bringing out his retractable claws. You look down at him, giving him a look. He slowly brings back his claws and goes back to playing with your hand. He plays with your fingers again, lacing them together in his fingers, opening and closing your hand. After a little while, he stops and you look down at him.

“I could start a fire right now.”

“Kwon Ji Yong I swear to God.” He looked up at you. His tail was dragging against the couch. Silence passed as you stared at each other. You were slightly glaring at him, while he stared up at you with innocent eyes.

“I could strangle you too.”

“OH MY GOD JI YONG NO”

After his violent phase, he started to get clingy again. No matter where you went his tail would be wrapped around some part of you. Currently, you walked down the hall with a basket of laundry, his tail wrapped around your arm, with Ji Yong shamelessly following you by your side. You gave him a look, the basket of laundry becoming heavy in your arms. You kicked open the door to your room.

“Ji Yong, can you help me with this?” You ask looking at the basket of clothes. He looks at it and grabs one of the items. You give Ji Yong a look, which is returned by a sheepish smile. You spill the clean laundry all over your bed as soon as you could, your muscles now relaxing. Ji Yong’s tail had left your arm but was now wrapped around your leg. He laid down in the clean laundry, his nose twitching into the soft clothes.

“It’s so soft,” he said, rubbing one of your soft and fuzzy blankets that came out of the laundry. You smiled at his light and began to hang and fold clothes. Ji Yong happily stayed in the blanket and pawed at your clothes. He watched as you organized your clothes, your lips slightly parted and a small little crease in your forehead forming as you focused. He would whine as you tried to put your clothes away. He’d tighten the grip his tail had, and pull you closer to him.

“Ji Yong I have to get work done,” you say after the third whine. Ji Yong frowns at you and groans, the blanket still wrapped around him. You roll your eyes. You slowly stroke his tail, slowly relaxing his grip on your leg for your escape.

“No fair,” Ji Yong mumbled as you walk towards your closet. You scoff lightly as you go back to the bed. You sit on the bed next to him. Ji Yong looks away though, not wanting to look at you. You playfully pout at Ji Yong and run your hands through his hair lightly stroking his ears. Ji Yong’s head starts to lean into your touch more, and soon your cuddling on the bed together.

Ji Yong’s fuzzy blanket now being shared between you two. You continue to run your hands through his hair, paying attention to this one little spot behind his left ear. As you continue to pay attention to that one little spot, he starts to purr. You smile as he snuggles into and you spend a good few hours together, drifting in and out of sleep.

Dinner time came around and Ji Yong’s mood changed again. Although it was one of your least favored ones. You were cooking dinner, deciding that you’ve gone out enough and your wallet can’t take it anymore. Ji Yong stepped into the kitchen, smelling food being cooked.

“What are you making?” He asked, looking at the stove.

“Tacos,”

“I want salmon,”

“We don’t have salmon, Ji Yong.” He groans and sits at the table pouting. You brush it off and continue cooking. Only a few minutes pass and you hear groaning again.

“Yes, Ji Yong?”

“Why can’t we go somewhere to eat?” You sighed and shrugged.

“I don’t know. Maybe because only one of us makes money and my wallet is kinda low in cash.”

“Then get more.” You turn around to face him. He sat in his chair nonchalantly, his ears laid back. You glare at him. Today was an emotional rollercoaster, mostly good, a little annoying at times, but right now was not good.

“Kwon Ji Yong you have done nothing all day but sit. I work almost every day and you don’t do anything. Do you know how unfair that is?” You say. Ji Yong looks at you, knowing that he hit a sensitive subject. His ears perk up and he looks at you with regret.

“Sorry (Y/N)-ah,” he said. You sigh, and nod your head and rub your temples to rid yourself of a headache. Ji Yong frowned and guilt started to set in him. He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you. You gladly hug him back, resting your head on his shoulder.

When you pull away you stare at each other. He smiles lightly and you return one. He looks down at your lips then back up at your eyes, a shy idea forming in his head. Although it’s something he’s been thinking about for a while, he can’t seem to muster up enough courage to do it. Well until now. He leaned in, lightly pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widen in shock, as you felt his soft lips. Ji Yong pulled away, his cheeks blushing and his ears perked up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too. If you don’t like it I can go. I’m sorry, I should’ve-” Ji Yong was cut off by you. Your lips were against his, your hand gripping his shirt. He was surprised, his tail shooting up in shock, but he kissed back instantly. He cupped your cheek in one hand and pulled you against him by your hip with his other hand. You ran a hand through his hair, pulling away for air.

“You don’t have to go anywhere,” you say, smiling up at him. A smile never seems to leave his lips either. The smell of burning caught your attention, bringing it back to your stove.

“Shit,”

“It’s okay. I wanted salmon anyways.”

Protector of the Apprentice

Request: “Hey friend! if it’s no bother, would you please do a Reader x kylo where the reader gets attacked one time and afterwards kylo always follows her around sometimes even without her knowing, to keep an eye on her because he feels guilty and he wants to protect her from now. Then she finds out why he’s being strange and reassures him? Thank you!”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: violence?? AND FLUFF!!!! 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

The stormtroopers marching the perimeter of the temporary base on Adarlon stuttered to a halt as they spotted a black robed figure walking up the mountain face. They drew their weapons, aiming at the girl who came into view. She was whistling a tune, her right hand clutched to her left side. She left a trail of red, her ironic smile the same hue. The soldiers lowered their guns when they saw it was the Commander’s apprentice.

“Well boys,” she said as she approached them, “seems there are Resistance snipers in the valley.” She took in a shaky breath, letting out an amused huff. “There were Resistance snipers in the valley. And they ruined my lunch.”

She frowned at the prospect, and then collapsed.


The days that followed the ambush felt like years. All you wanted to do was get out into the field again and be a useful asset to the First Order. But your master convinced you, well, more like forced you to stay in bed until you were fully healed.

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"Vasquez, Jess, Pam, and Jessy walk into a bar" what would this story be about?

Yall know Vasquez, Jess the Secretary and Pam from HR, but in case you don’t know Jessy the Pizza Guy (who always brings the Danvers girls their pizza), here’s his story: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160323068864/flafflewaffles-dealanexmachina-the


“Wait, so how do you know about this place, Jessy?”

“What, are you gonna check me for clearance, Vasquez? Please, I’ve been delivering pizza here since freshmen year.”

“Pizza. To the alien bar.”

“Pam, do you honestly think humans are the only ones who like pureed tomatoes and cheese on bread? Have you met Kara Danvers?”

“You know Lena never ate pizza until Kara? I mean, should would once in a while, on the sly, when she was having a more terrible week than normal. But then Kara? It’s one of her happy foods now.”

“I know, and she lets you give me such great tips. Hey, Vasquez, when’s the next DEO pizza party?”

“We don’t have parties, kid, those orders are just Supergirl’s lunches.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she needs them after spending all that alone time with your boss, Jess – “

“Don’t even! The amount of paperwork those Danvers girls cost me – “

“You really telling me you don’t like knowing everyone’s dirt, Pam? Knowing exactly when and where and how Danvers and Sawyer – “

“No one needs to know that, Vasquez! They’re just still bitter that they weren’t Alex’s gay awakening – “

“Nah, that’s Lane – “

“Extra peppers on Lucy Lane’s orders – “

“Do you seriously memorize all your customers’ orders?”

“Listen, brain exercises are fun – “

“Hey, Jess, isn’t that Lena? With – oh… um. Between Kara’s legs?”

“M’gann’s gonna kick them out again.”

“Yeah, and somehow the paperwork’ll land on my desk. I don’t even work here.”

“Well at least you’re not the one in charge of keeping it out of the press.”

“Should I just go grab sixteen pies now? Looks like they’re gonna need them.”

“That poor pool table.”

“That lucky pool table.”

“Vasquez!”

“Am I wrong though.”

“Nope.”

“Not at all.”

“Nuh uh.”

Hugo Date Answers

Date 1:


  • American Longfin   /
  • Blue nosed wigglyfish  ❤
  • Humphead Wrasse   /

  • Paranormal fish trivia.   /
  • Psychiatric fish trivia.   /
  • Political fish trivia.  ❤🍆💦

  • Serious as a heart attack.   #
  • Absolutely not.  ❤

  • I’d rather stare at you   #
  • We can learn a great deal from mother ocean  ❤🍆💦
  • Are those two sharks kissing?   /

  • We don’t have time for games here.  ❤
  • That’s an easy five to ten in the clink.   /
  • I’m not afraid to hit a child.   #

  • Lay down the law.
  • Try to relate to her.
  • Bribe her.

Minigame: PENGUINS SO MANY PENGUINS. I literally have no idea, but try to hit the penguins without letting them escape until the game says “Bribe that teen!” then you have to somehow get the hand to hit the girl. There is no “winning” or “losing” that I could tell. Even if you let lots of penguins escape.


  • I bribed a child.  ❤
  • I don’t know what she’s talking about.   #
  • You can’t play by the rules when there’s penguins on the line.   /

  • I love cheese boards.   /
  • I’m all about cheese boards.  ❤
  • There is nothing on earth more satisfying than a good cheese board.  ❤🍆💦

Date 2:


  • We’re just here for the cheese too   /
  • We’ll see what we can do to not hurt your feelings too bad  ❤
  • I will destroy you   #

The name of your team doesn’t seem to make a difference.


The correct answers are:

  • Endor
  • Edgar Rice Burroughs
  • The Count of Monte Cristo
  • Their Mother
  • Hulk Hogan
  • Poltergeist
  • Dogs
  • Zyzzyva(a type of American weavil)
  • Otter

  • If you win  ❤🍆💦
  • If you lose   #

  • Ask again.
    • Ask again.  ❤🍆💦
      • This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen  ❤🍆💦
      • Uh… wow…   #
      • Not a lot of people have seen this, huh?  ❤
    • Drop it.   / (END DATE)
  • Drop it.   / (END DATE)

Date 3:


  • What… did I just watch?  ❤🍆💦
  • I don’t know what’s happening but this is amazing.  ❤
  • KILL HIM, JOHNNY   /

  • It’s just okay   #
  • It’s actually really cool  ❤
  • I’m glad I’m here with you  ❤🍆💦

  • This is a sneaking mission
    • Hide behind merchandise rack   /
    • Duck under the snack counter   /
    • Quick, get inside of my shirt  ❤🍆💦
  • Create a Diversion
    • Do a cartwheel   /
    • Run away   /
    • Just scream   /
  • Just walk back to your seats   ❤

  • Give the crowd what they want  ❤🍆💦
  • Protect Hugo’s identity  ❤
  • Try to ignore it   #

  • Bomb Clancy   /
  • Mario Brawltali   /
  • Dad   /

  • Go for it  ❤🍆💦
  • Tap out, you coward   #

End.

CaptainSwan Fanfictions Rec

Hello Beautiful Fandom, here is some of my favorites ONE-SHOTS of our now married couple!!! Some are old, some are new, hope you enjoy!

We Got Us,     lifeinahole

How they got together is mostly a run-of-the-mill story. Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. A strange and complicated courtship followed. All that really matters to either of them is that they’re happy. They’re in love. They’re miles away from anyone who cares if they are in a relationship or not. Which means their peace can’t last, of course.

The Morning, and Then Some, of the Day After,   Sambethe

This wasn’t exactly the trip he’d had in mind. He’d be an idiot to say he minded in the least. 

Fake Your Deathliteratiruinedme

Hospital attendings au.

Access GrandedSwanandapirate

This is a AU where Emma works for FBI  and Killian is a hacker.

Life with(out) you,   Swanandapirate

Ship It,  lifeinahole

College professors turned secret dating au.

280 Dayscanwetalkaboutcaptainswan

Captain Swan twin pregnancy fic! 

It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That)alwaysaprilia

Prince Killian of Misthaven was never meant to rule-as the second son, he was content to let the limelight and responsibility fall upon his older brother, the Crown Prince Liam, while he lived a carefree life of adventure, tempting danger at every turn-much to the consternation of his body guard and best friend, Captain Emma Swan.

After Liam’s untimely death, the entire Kingdom is thrown into a tailspin, and none worse than Killian and Emma. Killian must now step up to the role he was never meant to play, and Emma must deal with the consequences of falling in love with her charge, the Prince who would be King.

AND ALL THIS DEVOTION,  stophookingatmeswan

Kiss me, I’m Irish ☘startswithhope

Just a little smutty Friends to Lovers (with no pining!)

Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicergoddesswan 

Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat.

Savior Ink,  startswithhope

“Every artist has their signature and hers, well it’s cover-ups. Sometimes it’s to mask a now unwanted tat but her favorite is to cover a scar, or as she likes to explain to her clients, honor it. She gets a rush at taking something unwanted and turning into something to cherish.“

Classroom Distractionsbeardetective

Everybody taking one of Professor Killian Jones’ lectures knew Mrs. Jones. Or, if they didn’t know she was actually his wife, they knew the blonde woman who he called “Swan” and who occasionally snuck into the room and made their professor’s always excited grin grow even wider. (NOT StudentxProfessor)

I’m Stuck in Here with YouTryingforTrueGrit

Emma and Killian have a big brother kid sister dynamic. They each have feelings for one another but believe those feelings to be be unrequited. Trapped in Dave’s closet, those feelings become harder to suppress.

Not Quite On The Same Page,  Nostalgia_101

Roommates AU where best friends Emma and Killian keep choosing the most inopportune times to confess their deeper feelings to one another.

Rm 6725,  HelloTragic

Emma Swan is having a horrible day, and just when she thinks things might look up, she gets stuck with a very cranky patient, but God is he gorgeous.

Nurse Emma Swan.

Off The Menu,   kissmelikeapirate

The kitchen was too small for two chefs: especially when one was an arrogant flirt who was after HER job.

An Open Book, hookedonbooks22

Emma Swan moved to Storybrooke in search of the sense of peace she’d always longed for.

She hadn’t realized that she might find it between the pages of a book.

Or in the person who wrote it.

Dumbledore Guy,   dameofpowellestate

When Emma was born she was marked with, in her opinion, the worst soulmate mark anyone could ever have. People are born marked with the first words their true love would ever say to them, and Emma’s happened to spoil one of the greatest plot twists of all time.                                                             

 A Seasick Crocodile,   nowforruin 

After one too many bad setups, Emma thinks the best way to get out of another blind date is to tell her sister-in-law she already has a boyfriend. But when her brother makes the assumption she’s dating Killian Jones, Emma just might need a Christmas miracle to pull it off.

To Repair a Heart Ice_Cube44

In the 1950’s Pediatric Cardiology was a fairly new field. But that didn’t stop Doctor Killian Jones from accepting that as a challenge. When Emma Swan brings her young son Henry to his office with a rare birth defect that threatens his very life, they will have to fight together in order to save his life. That’s all there is - she’s his patient’s mother and he’s her son’s doctor. Until that isn’t all there is. 

Take a Picture It’ll Last Longerimhookedonaswan

Emma Swan doesn’t want to lie about her relationship with Killian Jones, friend and roommate of her best friend’s boyfriend, but she cannot face Mary Margaret’s “I told you so” face. The easiest thing to do is just pretend to hate each other.

UnexpectedHookedonapirate

“I don’t know how to say this, love, but I think you’re pregnant

Between Brothers,   madjm

Killian never meant to fall for his brother’s girl.

all our friends want us to fall in love,   midwestwind

“I don’t do relationships,” she says as Killian takes a large bite out of his half of the grilled cheese. He raises an eyebrow at the non sequitur.

“Okay,” Killian says, dragging the word out, once his mouth is no longer full.

“I just don’t want you to get any ideas about what this,” she motions between them, “is. I’m not interested in anything more than what we’re doing now.”

(emma swan meets killian jones at a wedding. you know where that leads.)

And Now, Here’s Your Hostcereal

“We need to pick a lane, Emma. We go full on with the internet-friendly bits and schtick, or we give the viewers another reason to watch — our numbers are too dependent on the guests right now, we want everyone tuning in every time.” (a ‘Tonight Show’ AU with Emma as the host and Killian as the new bandleader!)

Civic Duty,  VickyVicarious

After three months of Killian going on about some girl named Swan, Liam gets impatient with waiting for his little brother to introduce him to his girlfriend, and decides to take matters into his own hands. …In a suitably embarrassing way to punish him for the delay, of course. 

Hat Trick  bookstoreromantic

When Killian Jones, the Rangers’ star right-winger, breaks his hand after blocking a shot, Emma is tapped to get him healed and back on the ice. 

Holding On For Your Call,   seastarved

A little fic because I have feelings about them growing old together. Inspired by the Underworld phone line in 5x16 and set in some happily ever after where Killian and Emma have the time to build their lives together.

I’ll Cover You,   PhiraLovesLoki

A contest radically alters the relationship between Emma Swan and Killian Jones, lead singers of two local bands. Captain Swan Battle of the Bands AU.

It Was Certain,   tnlph

When your best friend insists you marry him for free health insurance, you go with it.

Calum Hood You Get Upset And The Boys Have To Restrain You BSM

SUMMARY: Someone stole Y/N’s chocolate bar, and she’s out for blood.

MASTERLIST

After a long day at school, you liked to come home and decompress for a little while. Maybe watch some TV, eat a snack, and just generally vegetate. Your body needed recovery time both physically and mentally after the horrors it was exposed to at school.

You were totally craving chocolate and were rather giddy when you remembered that there was a whole bar left sitting in the fridge with your name on it. No really, you had taken a sharpie to it and written “PROPERTY OF Y/N” in big block letters so that nobody would steal your food.

You were so excited about your chocolate that you walked home slightly faster than usual, picking up the pace just a tad in the hopes of getting to your snack sooner. You charged up the sidewalk all of the way to your front door.

“I’M HOME!” You yelled to no one in particular. Your journey was coming to an end but hadn’t stopped yet, so your fast pace continued to carry you down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen.

“HI Y/N!” Ashton yelled from the direction of the living room.

You heard several other grunts in reply, but your mind was otherwise occupied to reply. You ran right to the fridge and pulled it open. Only your square of sugary goodness wasn’t laying where you thought it was. The spot where it had been was mysteriously bare.

You gasped in shock, what could’ve happened to it?

“IS EVERYTHING OKAY IN THERE? I HEAR WEIRD BREATHING SOUNDS!” Luke screamed.

You would normally sass him for that but you were too upset, “WHERE’S MY CHOCOLATE?” You yelled in reply.

The other room went silent for a moment. You knew that they knew and also that they wouldn’t want to tell you.

“YOUR WHAT?” Michael yelled back, a layer of dread in his voice.

“MY CHOCOLATE BAR! IT WAS IN THE FRIDGE THIS MORNING!” You clenched your hands into fists and stomped into the living room.

Calum lazily paused the show to address you, “we didn’t touch it, so you probably ate it and forgot.”

“Uh no, I don’t forget chocolate,” you scoffed, “and I know for a fact that you guys totally would touch it.”

“Whaaaaat?” Ashton’s voice raised an octave.

“That’s not-” Luke flinched when you looked at him, “-true…?”

You harrumphed, “somebody in here ate my food.”

“So,” Calum unpaused the show, “even if we did there’s nothing you can do about it now.”

You shrugged, “nothing I can do to get my chocolate back sure, but I can still exact my revenge.”

“Only if you know who ate it,” Luke pointed out.

“I could just get mad at all of you,” you grumbled and crossed your arms.

“Yeah but we’re bigger than you and three of us are innocent sooo,” Calum yawned like you were boring him instead of talking about being the victim of a despicable crime.

“I don’t know three of you are innocent, I’m beginning to doubt that even one of you is,” you said cheekily.

“She got us there,” Luke nodded at you.

“SHHHHH!” Michael launched himself over to the blonde, covering his mouth with his hands, “DON’T ADMIT GUILT!”

“I. Want. My. Chocolate!” You pouted like a small child. You were grumpy and you didn’t ask for this at all.

“Awww Y/N c'mere,” Ashton opened his arms. You huffed and walked over like it was some big chore.

“Lick my hand all you want, I’m not moving it,” Michael chuckled dryly.

“Ew,” you muttered while dropping yourself in Ashton’s lap.

“At least you know his hands are clean,” the oldest boy said as you curled into him.

His arms came down and wrapped around your torso, letting you snuggle into his chest while trying to put all of the pieces together. Ashton cuddles were almost as good as chocolate bars, and you found yourself enjoying his warm softness.

“True. Better than Calum,” you agreed.

Your brother whipped his head over, “excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you raised your eyebrows, “who knows where your hand have been Calum.”

Luke finally managed to pull Michael’s hand from where it had been silencing him, “nowhere I’d like anywhere near my mouth thank you very much.”

“Oh yeah. Because your hands are sooooo clean,” he rolled his eyes.

“At least my hands didn’t touch someone ELSES CHOCOLATE BAR!” You yelled.

You felt Ashton tense up around you and pull you in a little closer as if it put any more distance between you and Calum.

“WHO CARES ABOUT THAT? YEAH I ATE IT YOU SNOOZE YOU LOSE!” He sneered. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but you weren’t going to back down.

You scrambled up, untangling yourself from Ashton and stalked over to Calum, “I WASN’T SNOOZING! I WAS AT SCHOOL.”

“Same thing, I actually have to work Y/N,” Calum rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah because high school is such a breeze. Easy for someone to say when they dropped out,” you scoffed and leaned back.

Calum’s face began to flush as he grew more angry.

“Oooo,” Michael said quietly.

It was Luke’s turn to slap a hand over his friend’s mouth, “lick all you want but my hands aren’t as clean as yours.”

You heard Michael recoil but you didn’t turn to look. You and Calum had begun a stare down. You were glaring deep into his brown eyes and he was doing the same to you. It was the tense calm before the storm.

“Why don’t we all take a step back?” Ashton suggested lightly.

“Yeah Y/N,” Calum mocked you, “back. Up.”

“Oh THAT’S IT!” You launched yourself forward, beginning to fight with Calum. You landed right on his lap, your knee landing directly where you knew it would hurt him the most.

“AUGHHHH!” Calum groaned loudly in pain and leaned forward.

You shoved him back off of you.

“You little,” he gritted out, grabbing both of your wrists and throwing you to the side.

You used your new leverage to jump up and land right on his back. You grabbed his hair and pulled while he reached backward to try and get you.

“That’s enough you two!” All three of the other boys got up to help break up the fight.

You kicked at Luke and Michael when they got too close.

“HEY!” Michael jumped up when your toes narrowly avoided his face.

The momentary distraction gave Calum the advantage he needed to reach back and grab your arm. Before you knew it he had pulled off of him and down onto the floor, you landed on your back and gasped in for air.

“ENOUGH!” Ashton yelled again. He pulled you to your feet and then handed you over to Luke and Michael.

Calum glared at you while you tried to pull yourself from the other boy’s holds.

“Stop squirming! You’re making it hard to grab you!” Michael whined.

“Why do you think she’s squirming stupid?” Luke replied, tightening his grip on your wrist.

“How am I supposed to know? Maybe she was inventing a new dance move? Maybe she needs to pee? Maybe she has an urgent appointment to get to,” Michael suggested unhelpfully.

“Or maybe your just dumb,” Luke said again.

“I can’t believe that you guys started fighting over a dumb chocolate bar,” Ashton shook his head in disappointment. He was acting more adult than anyone else there.

“I can’t believe that he ate my last chocolate bar. I had been looking forward to that,” you stopped moving around as much as you had, finally beginning to give in as Michael and Luke had tight grips that were pretty painful.

“I can’t believe that you shoved your knee in my balls,” he countered, still looking a little green.

“I take my food seriously. You metaphorically kneed me in the balls by eating it and then trying to brush it off like it was no big deal without even saying that you were sorry,” Luke finally managed let your  right hand go free. You brushed the hair out of your face and brushed Michael away from your left hand.

“Good point,” Ashton looked over at Calum expectantly.

“Hey! She attacked me!” He looked incredulous.

“After you provoked her. What if we told you we were ordering pizza and then ate it all before you got home?” Luke asked.

“Then you’d have a stomach ache because we always order a lot of pizza,” Calum said sassily.

“But how would you feel?” Ashton pressed him to say something deeper and admit his wrongdoings.

“I’d say, ‘sorry I can’t come any closer I don’t want to be in the puke splash zone’,” he continued.

You crossed your arms, fully ready to just walk away and leave them all there.

“Calum just say you’re sorry for eating chocolate that you knew wasn’t yours,” Ashton sighed exasperatedly.

Luke interrupted, “That reminds me of a joke! What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?”

“Literally everyone knows this you doofus,” Michael face palmed.

Luke grinned goofily and continued anyway, “NACHO CHEESE!”

“But what do you call the chocolate that isn’t yours?” You asked him solemnly.

“Stolen,” he replied.

“Well that got dark,” Michael grinned at Calum.

Ashton glared at Calum again.

“Fiiiiine,” he cleared his throat, “Y/N I’m sorry if you’re mad that I ate your chocolate.”

“That wasn’t a real apology! You were basically telling me to not be so sensitive!” You accused him. He was only making you more angry.

“Well if you weren’t so sensitive than maybe-”

Michael cut him off, “SUE HIM!”

“GUILTY!” Luke screamed.

“Hey!” Calum protested.

“NOT GUILTY!” Luke corrected himself.

Michael swung around to face Ashton, “Judge, on behalf of my client, Y/N we demand that the defendant repays her the chocolate bar that he stole!”

“BORROWED!” Luke corrected him.

“Ahem,” Calum cleared his throat.

“Didn’t touch,” Luke clarified.

“Mhmmmm,” Ashton stroked his chin, “I’ll hear it.”

“OBJECTION!” Luke screeched right away.

“What’s your objection?” Ashton asked him.

Luke glanced back at Calum who shook his head, “withdrawn.”

“Prosecution?” Ashton turned and looked at Michael.

“I CALL ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN TO THE STAND!” Michael pointed at Ashton.

“You can’t call the judge to the stand,” you hissed at him.

“I CALL CALUM THOMAS HOOD TO THE STAND!” He yelled instead.

All eyes turned to Calum.

“You’ll have to be sworn in first,” Ashton said, “do you promise to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?”

“Yes,” Calum said with a nod.

“Did you eat the chocolate bar in the refrigerator labeled with Y/N’s name?” Michael asked bluntly.

“No,” Calum was full-on lying and everyone knew it.

“Did you just lie under oath?” His own lawyer, Luke, asked.

“Maybe,” the brunette replied skeptically.

“Are you aware that that’s a federal offense?” Ashton raised an eyebrow.

“Wait what?” Calum looked wildly over at Luke.

“Time for sentencing,” Ashton decided despite that there had been only one poor witness testimony in the whole 'trial’.

Michael winked at you, feeling rather conflict.

“I find Calum Thomas Hood, on the crime of stealing a chocolate bar from Y/N as,” he paused for dramatic effect, “guilty.”

You and Michael shot to your feet, you gave each other high fives and cheered.

“-and your punishment is,” you stopped so you could hear, “replacing the chocolate bar. And life in prison.”

“Oh fin- WAIT WHAT?!” Calum’s jaw dropped along with Luke.

The blonde looked ready to yell again but Michael stopped him, “if you say objection one more time then I will give you something to actually object to.”

“Oh I was just kidding, no life sentence for you,” Ashton cracked a grin.

“Don’t look so disappointed Y/N.”

What are you worrying about?

Sorry I’ve deviated from the requests for today, I had this idea and was just so inspired to write it, I hope you like it.

Newt is worried about becoming a father, the reader reassures him. Harmless fluff with mummy newt

Newt x fem reader

Master list

Originally posted by pixalysparkelz

Your eyes fluttered open, allowing the first rays of spring light in, as your husband traced the curve of your ever growing belly with his always gentle hands. Knowing how likely it was that he hadn’t yet closed his eyes, you intertwined your fingers with his, enticing a slightly gravelly ‘g’morning love’ from his lips, as he placed a tender kiss to your temple.

“how’s our scaly little friend coming along?’ you asked, as you snuggled into his side, knowing that he more than likely spent most of the night with the abandoned welsh green hatchlings, as he wouldn’t even humour the idea of you coming down to lend a hand.

“he’s grand, he’s taken to eating the lamb that you suggested, I drew the line at feeding him rarebit, I don’t think the cheese would have agreed with him.’ He joked lightly, still tracing patterns across your swollen abdomen, worry hidden behind the laughter in his sea green eyes.

“do, what do you think it’ll be like with this little chap?’ he asked apprehensively, although you knew that wasn’t what was bothering him, you answered him nonetheless, ‘ I don’t know, but we’ll find out together,’ you answered honestly, setting a reassuring kiss to his clavicle before smiling up at him, as he relaxed slightly. 

“I should go down and check on the hatchling, it’s about his breakfast time. Do you want a cup of tea, love?’ he asked with a slight groan as he sat up in bed, reluctantly untangling himself from you.

“you go on sweetheart, I’ll bring you a cuppa down’ you persuaded him with a chaste kiss to the corner of his full lips, before he gave you a proper kiss, a light giggle escaping your lips, before he flung his long legs over the edge of your cosy bed, padding his way to the brown leather suitcase that sat in the corner of your shared bedroom before disappearing inside, but not without one last kiss to your forehead and one to your abdomen.

A fond smile grew at your lips, as you shuffled past the case, drumming your fingers on the top, newt’s deep laughter reaching your ears from the depths of the case, before you wondered off to the kitchen , to collect your favourite mugs, before heading down to newts work shed yourself, tea tray in hand.

You found him sat cross legged in the lush green grass, his back resting against a strong tree trunk, the acid green scaly creature coiled around his strong arm, as he snacked on his lamb.

You could feel your heart swell at the site, as you made your way over to wrap your arms around his middle, resting your chin on his shoulder, with a kiss to his cheek. “ I don’t know what you’re so worried about Mr Scamander, you’ve been a dad for years’ you murdered, as you looked down at the welsh green, newt turned his head to give you sweet kiss, ‘thanks Mrs Scamander’

 

Have a great day and be safe

@fiddlesticksimagines

Video Games ~ A Chanyeol One Shot

A Park Chanyeol one shot 

Requested by lalahiatus

Genre: Romance

Member: Park Chanyeol

Summary: (of this one shot) After a long and stressful day at work, you come home to your loving boyfriend, Chanyeol, who cheers you up with his talkative and goofy personality.



Stomping out of your boss’s office, you angrily make your way to the break area to get a cup of coffee, to try and calm yourself down. She suddenly dropped a huge burden on you, asking you - commanding you to work two more hours overtime to cover for one of your co-workers who had gone home sick a few hours ago. When you get to the break room, you see a sticky note stuck on the coffee machine.

Coffee machine doesn’t work!

Great. So now you had to do extra work for you and your sick co-worker, with the other problem of not having coffee. You didn’t even get to have your morning one, the line at Starbucks was too long and when you arrived this morning, there were way too many people crowded at this one, shitty, and now broken coffee maker. Pulling your hair into a tight ponytail, you walk to the vending machine to see that they had run out of your favorite beverage. Even better, your workplace wants you to work an extra two hours, and they want you to stay dehydrated until you get home. You were supposed to have a night in with Chanyeol, who had just so happened to have today off, unlike you. You usually got home before he did, him coming home just as you’re about to drift off to sleep. It was alright, you still had the weekends and you still saw each other in the morning while getting ready for work.

But today was not your day.

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☰ Pairing🍐: friend!seungcheol/ boyfriend!seungcheol 
☰ Genre📚: Fluff, Cheese
☰ Summary📖: He confesses to you before you were able to, but at least one of you did it.
☰ Em🖤

This is based (??) on my Woozi text right here if you want some more cheese!!

A/N: The number of times I’ve had to fix the last two pictures, rewriting and rearranging because I messed up on the last picture, is sad but you wouldn’t have thought I messed up if I hadn’t told you huh 😏😎


He didn’t know what kind of gift to get you, he had a gift ready for your birthday knowing you’d been wanting it for quite awhile now, so he went out of his way to buy it before you did, but he felt that this was a more appropriate occasion for the gift than your actual birthday, since you wouldn’t mind doing something chill. 

When he arrived at your home, which he had the keys to, he went up to your room where he knocked before looking inside, the gift still behind his back as he entered.

“I’ve arrived!!”

“Cheol!!” You cheered, standing from your bed, and hugging him tightly.

As best as he could he hugged you, gift still in hand, “I have a gift for you.”

“Really??” You asked, “and I couldn’t even get you something!!”

He laughs and kisses your cheek, “your confession to me was enough, and you admitting that you were going to confess to me was also enough, but if you so badly want to get me a gift just wait for my birthday.”

You glared at him, “just show me the gift,” you mumbled glaring at him playfully.

He smiled and sat down with you on your bed, placing the gift on your lap, as you opened it he watched the excitement slowly creep onto your face causing him to smile the biggest he could.

“Oh. My. Goodness. You actually bought it for me?!?!” You stare at him and without thinking you kiss him on the lips and then hug him. “Thank you so much,” you whispered, your mind still not processing that you kissed him, but he was frozen still.

“Yeah… yeah, it’s nothing,” his heart was beating out of his chest.

“I’m so sorry that was so abrupt and-” he cut you off with a kiss of his own.

“I’m really happy right now so don’t say sorry.”


☰ Em🖤  (I lob cheese)

you know what I really want? I want bodyswap fic 

with the kwamis and their holders >> 

  • Adrien is tiny and can FLY and DOESN’T HAVE ANY RESPONSIBILITIES EVER OMG PLAGG DO WE HAVE TO SWITCH BACK?? Plagg is like “ehhhh well I don’t see why we need to rush it, not like I don’t have WAY more experience kicking evil’s ass than you do anyway”. Adrien is DELIGHTED. He doesn’t even mind the cheese thing. Actually the cheese is tasting pretty great, go figure. 
  • Plagg is also gonna kill somebody, however. Not maliciously, just … god, those poor photographers and the Entire Lack Of Fuck Plagg gives about their wants and needs. Plagg is like “no I’d look stupid in that. and also posed like that. oh my god do you think I am TWELVE put that sweater away RIGHT NOW.” 
  • (5ever headcanon that Plagg hates Gabriel Agreste’s taste with a burning passion and Would Sooner Die than be seen in his designs >>)
  • All fear Chat Noir and his extremely impatient kicking of their asses. He was NAPPING, you BASTARDS. 
  • All fear LADYBUG and HOLY SHIT, TIKKI, HOLY SHIT YOU JUST FUCKING WASTED THAT GUY 
  • he’s fine
  • Tikki he’s bleeding, Tikki there’s so much blood–
  • yeah yeah I’ll Miraculous Ladybug that up later WHOOPS the akuma’s getting away, hold up, gotta get that 
  • T-TIKKI 
  • Marinette is way, way less chill about being tiny and able to fly. This is kind of ironic, actually, since Tikki cares way more about being “correctly” Marinette than Plagg cares about being “correctly” Adrien. Exhibit A: the SHIT-EATING GRIN and looooong look-over that Plagg gives Tikki when he sees her in Marinette’s body. In front of the entire class. As you just do, when you are destructo-kwami. 
  • He is also a terrible influence on Nino. Like. TERRIBLE. They don’t even make it to lunch before Plagg’s got him cutting class. Nino’s all “shit this must be something serious I hope Adrien’s okay and nothing happened with his dad” and Plagg’s just like “hello Nino we are buying this entire cheesecake and eating it right now. we are buying FOUR of these cheesecakes and eating THEM right now.”  
  • Look, humans are humans and gods are gods. Neither Plagg or Tikki is really quiiiite as concerned about the difference as they should be. Also Adrien, Adrien is not as concerned about the difference as he should be. Adrien is learning to float through things and how to appreciate Camembert and literally chasing his own tail, Adrien why. MARINETTE IS REALLY THE ONLY PERSON WHO IS APPROPRIATELY CONCERNED HERE, TBH, SHE IS REALLY THE ONLY ONE. 
  • Wayzz and Fu don’t even notice they’ve swapped for like half a day. Whoops? Also, weird. Should they be worried about this? Ehhhh, whatever, they’ll get to it after dinner. 
  • Nooroo is just staring at Gabriel and Gabriel is sWEATING. 
Do No Harm - Chapter 9

I will abstain from all intentional wrong-doing and harm

Wanna read previous chapters?: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch.6, Ch.7, Ch.8

6866 Words

Read it on AO3!

Angela thought about putting up a fight when the other doctors shooed her out of the room, but she instead decided that wouldn’t get her anywhere positive. She would be gracious in her success. She could be.

Besides, Amélie was a bit too out of it to want to talk to her much. She spent a lot of time staring at her hands and offering brief answers to the long questions she was being asked.

So when a parade of more doctors came in, followed by a team of lawyers, Angela was content to leave the crowded room. She allowed herself one little glance back, and could swear she saw those golden eyes lift from examining cyanotic skin to follow her to the door.

Angela could hold on to that a while. She could wait. She could.

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anonymous asked:

What kind of music do you like (in general)? And which kind do you prefer listening to while writing?

I listen to a variety of things depending on my mood, but I’m a bit of a pop/cheese princess at heart, so you’d expect a lot of Selena Gomez, Marina and the Diamonds, Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande etc… ABBA, Queen, 80s classics, Scissor Sisters, Sia, P!nk, Rihanna among some other chart stuff. I also love musicals and listen to a lot of them, along with film soundtracks and Disney songs. Then you’ll get stuff like Kina Grannis, Heather Dale, Laura Marling, The Smiths, First Aid Kit. So, as I said, some variety. I also pick up various cool things that my twin recommends me, because she follows and seeks out new music a lot more than I do and knows what I’d like. Obviously, this is not a comprehensive list of everything I listen to.

I don’t listen to anything specific when I’m writing in general. I make playlists for different novels though if I know I’m going to be working on it for a while and because mood-boarding playlists and pinterest boards for my novels is something I enjoy. 

Can We Please Make A Point Because:
  • People: Killian is no good for Emma! He's so selfish and doesn't have her best interests at hea-
  • Killian: Your hand, it's cut, let me help you.
  • Killian: You are bloody brilliant. Amazing.
  • Killian: Well I offer my ship and my services to help follow them.
  • Killian: Doesn't mean I'd leave your father to perish on this island.
  • Killian: I came back to save you.
  • Killian: Magic is a part of you, Swan. It's time you embraced it.
  • Killian: I'd go to the end of the world for her. Or time.
  • Killian: You're the Saviour, Swan. You can do it.
  • Killian: You can do this!
  • Killian: Are you okay?
  • Killian: I'd rather save yours than hers.
  • Killian: I apologize for overreacting.
  • Killian: You okay?
  • Killian: I'd love to know more about your beginnings.
  • Killian: I just wanted to be a better man for you, Swan.
  • Killian: Swan! Are you alright??
  • Killian: Grilled cheese.
  • Killian: I don't intend to let you down.
  • Killian: And I with you.
  • Killian: Emma, are you alright?
  • Killian: Be careful, Swan.
  • Killian: It's my job, or at least I hope it's my job, to protect your heart.
  • Killian: Save Henry.
  • Killian: I awoke moments before your parents, and came up here looking for your boy.
  • Killian: What is it?
  • Killian: Emma please! NO. Don't do this.
  • Killian: We'll find another way, together!
  • Killian: You can tell me anything.
  • Killian: No, Swan! You can't use dark magic!
  • Killian: It's too much for her!
  • Killian: Emma. Are you alright?
  • Killian: I liked your walls. I liked being the one to break them down.
  • Killian: There's no one here. It's just us. You and me.
  • Killian: I'll never stop fighting for us.
  • Killian: Be careful, Emma.
  • Killian: The Dark One is immortal. Emma isn't. Bring her home to me.
  • Killian: I love you, Emma Swan. No matter what you've done.
  • Killian: Easy, Swan. You got tagged pretty good there.
  • Killian: It's alright! Emma, it's alright!
  • Killian: I'll just be happy knowing you'll have one.
  • Killian: It's okay.
  • Killian: You shouldn't be here. Nobody should.
  • Killian: You alright?
  • Killian: What's wrong? I know when something's bothering you.
  • Killian: I'm sorry, Emma. You were right.
  • Killian: I'm glad you did. Do you realize that's the first time you've slept since you rescued me?
  • Killian: Well as for maybes and hopefullys, I've learned never to question yours. I'm coming with you.
  • Killian: I didn't want Emma to do this.
  • Killian: Emma, please.
  • Killian: Get your heart!
  • Killian: If I helped you take off that armour don't put it back on just because you're gunna lose me.
  • Killian: I bloody well need to find a way to save her!
  • Killian: I can't do that! Not while she's still in danger.
  • Killian: I'm so happy you're alright.
  • People:
  • Me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (◡‿◡✿)

hello~! nisi and i have our very special ANNIVERSARY COMING UP!!! so we did some ~*couples questions*~ again (the old one got deleted, wah T_T). since neither of us want to show our face, here’s what we said, transcribed like a court record podcast. enjoy! 

(warning: there is a mention of bugs, and a very small + brief mention of sex) 

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