sorry the other one was weird

Glade Headcanon #1

The Glade is divided in a weird way. There are Ten different Kingdoms scattered arround the world, each one with different inhabitants, wildlife and vegetation. They’re governed by different Lords, usually refered by their colors. (Also, Maps for reference coming soon!) (ALSO, if you are interested in a specific world / Kingdom / God / Entity, ask more about it? :’3)

So, to start it off, the Glade is a universe of it’s own, but the unstable magic it blows on other universes make it an ideal spot for plane travelers to visit this unique sighting. Let’s talk about the ten major Kingdoms.

First there is the Land of Light, the place of Lu’Xara, Lady of Lights. She is the youngest of all Glade Gods, being seen as the most naive one aswell. She will give her gift to all travelers who come to her domain, but those that seek to steal too much of her light will often find themselves turning mad and remaining in her Kingdom forever, as worshippers of her blinding light. The good spirits and most travelers visiting The Glade reside there, as it’s by far one of the safest places to stay. Most of the vegetation is short grass and the ocasional oak tree, as she wants to share her gift with as many things as she can, and keep as little shadows as possible. It has three main cities: The City of Gold, the Port of Trust and Thaigor.

Then comes Toratoqui, a barren ashland where the light does not shine upon. No vegetation ever grows on it, all of it’s inhabitants being otherworldly creatures, such as Ghouls, Necromancers, Devils and other nefarious beings. Their leader is Mó, King of Shadows, a fat Spirit who self-proclaimed himself as God. He devours all light that would shine over Toratoqui, and only the bravest and most insane travelers even dare to proceed in his domain. Only the most crooked, twisted beings would think about trying. The only city that exists there, other than scattered ruins that lay arround, is Pukro.

Following comes The Glade Jungles, or as it is known by it’s inhabitants, Tipo. It has two rulers, a man and a woman. Tumanapi, Mother of all Glade Gods, and Tukroo, Father of all Glade Gods. Tumanapi is a blessed nymph that stumbled on this plane when it was still frail and weak, creating oceans and forests so other beings could live on it, and her husband came soon after, looking for his love that disapeard and never returned. The two got so attached to the plane that they became one with it. Now, Tukroo is the ground below, and Tumanapi is the one thing holding the plane together instead of letting it become a magical anomaly that would be destroyed. They were the ones that made the Glade what it is today. Where they originally resided is today a giant, inpenetrable jungle, with fabled secrets hidden away, and forgotten treasures waiting to be rediscovered. Not much else is known about it.

In a land ravaged by volcanoes and meteors, resides Litario, Flame Keeper. The soul of a great Pyromancer and plane shifter, Tukroo found it unfair that the art of fire would be forgotten and never used in a land that revered the elements and primal things of life as Gods, so he offered the Pyromancer a deal. He would have his own Kingdom to rule and he could do whatever he wanted with it, but in return, he would bind himself to the plane so that he could never leave. Agreeing to the offer, The Pyromancer now ruthlessly tests anyone who enters his Kingdom, purging the weak so that only the best of the elite may survive and talk to him. Once they pass the near impossible set of tests, they are offered free passage to come and go. Flame elementals and Ash Djiins sneak arround the wastes, looking for easy prey that thinks can complete their Lord’s Challenge. There are no cities here, only ruins, and the massive Fortress that Litario resides in.

Liarya, The envious one, is one of the Gods of the Glade. No one knows what they look like, some describe him as a man, others as a woman, others as a creature, like a dog or a cat… she lives in a swamp, small villages of witches and spies scattered arround as people trade information and learn the various arts of shape shifting, invisibility, how to completly cover up tracks and much more. Bog Monsters, snakes and insects plague the Swamp, disguising themselves as part of the scenario for one deadly surprise attack.

The thing about her Kingdom is, one cannot enter unless they know where it is. But it keeps changing places, and disguising itself as other Kingdoms, making it close to impossible to find it unless you have been invited by Liarya themselves… or, of course, if you can follow someone there.

Krim, the lonely Vagrant, is a God of the Glade who commands the seas, winds, and cold. He’s the most human-looking God there is, a long beard of snow  adorning a face made out of ice, hands made out of soft snow, and a Ship chirped out of the greatest Iceberg to ever float on the Glade. He swore to never step on land, as it is too warm and would melt him, and it would be a disgrace, betrayal even, to the thing he was born to protect. He has created a giant Ice island away from the Mainland, filled by Pirates who want to explore the Glade, fishermen, Ice Golems and all sorts of bards, corsairs, Captains and sailors. Most people who visit this land want to either try and raid the Glade (wich, never works out, just so you know),  or to touch Krim’s hand, so that they shall always have good luck when out in the sea.

And, of course, the Sea of the Glade is littered with Monsters, Sea Serpents, Dragons, Ghost Ships and much more.

In an attempt to mock the “fairy” tales, Azaralios resides in a valley with beautiful trees, valleys, waterfalls and lakes. The inhabitants are always smiling, no monster ever seems to approach the land, and the fairies love to dance! That is how most would to describe The Fairy Land. The poor bastard who wanders in this Valley will most likely be swarmed with fairies and, with luck, instead of binding you and making you a mindless slave, they will just eat you. The Fairies need not to work or hunt, as the humans and beasts willingly offer themselves as meals and create all that the fairies want. This was where Lulu landed when she came to the Glade. There are lots of giant cities and pallaces scattered arround, each one bigger and more beautiful than the other, but the story behind each one of them would haunt the nightmares of most. Most fairies are as tiny as Pix, but Azaralios, Fae Lord,  is as tall as any human male.

The Florest is as weird of a place as you can imagine. This was the second place Lulu visited, and the last, before Pix took them both out of the Glade so he could explore Runeterra. Everthing there is alive, everthing. The stones crawl and smash other beings so it can feed, the Trees strangle bushes that are foolish enough to get in range of their branches. Flowers observe like little spies, and try to starve each one out to death by strangling each other’s roots. Mushrooms grow and make things such as trees rot, so they can claim ground all for themselves. Sticks are easy prey, but not as easy as humans or animals.

Instead of being a place where previously inanimate objects kill each other for fun or for food, there’s also a certain… thing, that loves to watch them suffer instead of dying. Tu’tao, Seed Carrier, is a massive bumblebee that resides in it’s own hive, spreading enchanted Polem all over The Forest so the trees, flowers and others can grow stronger. But it also enjoys seeing things suffer, so it gave the Flora that lives in his Florest the ability to spread it’s spores and seeds to living creatures. Lulu was thankfully spared from this fate, but many others have been twisted and corrupted by the seeds and spores of The Florest.

(SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE TEXT WALL! I really wanted to write about the Glade and I got a bit TOO excited so.. uh.. i’ll try to reblog this once or twice today so people can see it and then just link this to a page. Thank you if you read it all? :’v tell me what you tought of it :3)

In stream the other day, we started talking about an Avengers Mall AU, and now I can’t stop thinking about it, because I have so many years of bad retail stories built up in my head and non-powered AUs usually don’t work for me, but the longer I think about it, the funnier this gets.

Steve and Sam are two guys who retired from their military branches and teamed up to run an artesian bespoke candy shop.  Steve has no idea half of their sales comes from the fact that Sam put the candy pulling hook in the front window and teenage girls just stand there, drooling.  Sam is totally aware of this, and uses it to ALL his advantage when he’s doing the sugar work.  

Bucky took a part time job at the Hot Topic across the way because hell, he was spending all his time hanging out with Sam and Steve, might as well get paid.  He was the only reliable employee over the age of seventeen; he is now the manager and he’s FURIOUS about it.  His staff is made up of Nico, Kamala and Sam Alexander and various people who get hired and then don’t make it through the training because Bucky glaring at you while you take register training is just SO HARD TO HANDLE.  No one is sure if he’s after Sam or Steve or both.

The SHIELD crew runs a pretty decent mall restaurant, but yeah, used to be a Golden Corral and Fury reserves the right to yell “Do you see a buffet here?” at anyone dumb enough to think it still is.  He doesn’t actually do it, because most of the people who are confused enough to ask are retirees who remind him of his grandma, but still.  He reserves the right.  Nat is a truly terrifying line cook, Maria’s front of house, and Phil’s the head waiter.  Clint doesn’t actually work there, but he’ll put on an apron and belt out an impressive rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ in exchange for free food, and no one else on staff wants to do it, so he eats there A LOT.

Clint is always in the mall.  In the back corridors.  Hanging out in the food court.  Wandering up and down the anchor store escalators.  Everyone thinks he works somewhere else.  No one knows where he actually works.  There is a betting pool.  It has been building for YEARS.

Jan runs the sort of high end boutique that has like, four outfits in two sizes on six gigantic racks.  There are no prices.  You do not ask how much it is. You know if you can afford it.  If she likes you, you can afford it.

Thor runs the hardware store.  No one knows why the hardware store is there.  This is not the sort of place one would see a hardware store.  Thor says he inherited it from his father, and it was there before the mall, and no one really wants to look into it.  Mostly, they seem to get by on selling knives..  Big knives.  Little knives.  Knives as long as your arm.  They get by on selling knives, because who’s buying screws at this place?  Oh, right, anyone Sif TELLS to buy screws.  "You need screws.“  "Oh, no, I-”  "You can always use more screws.“  "Y-yes, ma'am.”  She might be domming half of their customers without knowing it.  The Warriors Three run the stock room.  Badly.

Bruce runs the used bookstore down on the lower level where he can’t really afford the rent but the mall management like saying there’s a bookstore, and no one else is going to rent that hole, so he gets to stay, hiding in his piles and piles and piles of used books.  Mostly science and history, but he does a brisk business in romance novels and murder mystery paperbacks.  He likes it down there.  He wishes people would stop trying to get him to come upstairs to socialize.  He also kind of wishes people would stop coming down TO socialize.  His cousin Jennifer runs the register and helps the customers most days, she’s very quiet and very mild mannered and wears very lumpy clothes and giant eighties style glasses, so no one recognizes her when she goes to her second job, as a crossfit instructor for the gym on the top floor.  Jenn is, as they say, RIPPED. Put her in a leotard and her whole personality changes, it’s like she’s a different person.

Carol is a recovering alcoholic ex-pilot who runs the bar at the ‘bad’ chain restaurant down on the far end of the ground floor.  Other than the SHIELD place or the food court, it’s the only place to eat in the mall, and honestly, you’d be better off in the food court.  The food is trash, but she can mix a mean mojito and she knows every secret of every worker in the place, and she’s paid double on Saturdays because she’s her own bouncer.

Jessica Drew runs the arcade on the main floor, one of those stupid ones with 'glow mini-golf’ and games that constantly spit out tickets, you know, legalized gambling for children.  It’s a chain, but the give out far too many prizes and she and her staff (Peter, Miles, Anya) would be fired if they also weren’t the highest grossing location on the eastern seaboard.  They throw the best birthday parties in the state, and have a waiting list that’s like, months long.

Wanda’s shop sells… Something.  No one knows what any of this stuff does.  Or if it’s legal to own.  But when you find something you want, OH GOD YOU REALLY WANT IT.  She mostly sits and reads, and drinks tea from Hank McCoy’s tea shop. 

Stephen Strange quit his job as a surgeon and retired to run a magic and joke shop.  If you ask him why, he just shrugs and said he made some very bad choices.  A relative somewhere oversea, Asia, Clint says it was somewhere in Asia, died and left him some sort of inheritance.  So now he just sells fake rubber vomit and teaches slight of hand.  Buy him a drink, and learn more than you wanted to know about card tricks.  Walk into his shop, and be prepared to sit through at LEAST four card tricks before you can escape.

Greer run’s “Tigra’s Treasure Trove” on the second floor, it’s the anime and manga and gaming and comic shop.  She wears cat ears and a tail.  Every day.  No one’s sure if she does it to bring in the otaku, or if it’s a lifestyle choice.  No one wants to ask.

Tony owns the mall.  Owns like a hundred malls across the country.  No one knows, Obie does the day to day running of the management company, but Tony owns them.  He’s mostly in it for the buying and selling, but he likes this mall.  This one.  He likes it here.

He has a Sharper Image type store on the top floor.  It’s him and Rhodey and Pepper and Pepper will kill them both one of these days but he sells the sort of stuff you do not need but God you want it.  You walk into his store and it’s all apple store chic, white and chrome and gleaming surfaces, collapseable tablets and robots and holographic projectors and all the geek chic that you want and everyone in the mall wants something from him, they’ve all got something on layaway (he only does layaway for other retail workers because he doesn’t want to keep track of this stuff) except Steve and it makes him insane.  He spends far too much time trying to figure out what he can stock or create or build that will get Steve into his shop.

Pepper calls them “Steve-Grabbers,” Like 'grandma grabbers’ but designed to attract the most sincere hipster she’s ever met and she’d kill Tony over adding this stuff to stock without telling her, but it all sells.  It all sells.  In his desperate attempt to attract Steve, Tony misses and attracts EVERYONE ELSE.

another ‘Humans are Weird’ post

so, sorry if someone has mentioned this before, but i saw a post about how humans were apex predators a little while ago, and one of the points it mentioned was that it’s cause humans have such a wide diet you don’t find in a lot of other animals.  plus, we’re pretty poison resistant to things that would hurt/kill most other animals (we’re the only species that is lactose tolerant as the norm, chocolate isn’t poison to us, plus other things that surprised me and i wish i had kept the post :c)

what if most aliens have limited things they can eat?  the Susutians can only eat plant matter of a specific color, or Luttans can only eat certain meats from certain types of insects on their planet.  so, when they come to earth they’re all like ‘on so what do you eat?’ and they’re thrown through a loop at what choices we have!  and they find out that a LOT of the food we eat on the regular is super poisonous to a majority of the known universe!

like, “oh hey, human-steve, thank you for visiting my planet.  we’re about to eat the meal of the tirid sun, will you join us?”

“o yeah cool what’s the apple looking thing on that tree?”

“apple….. oh, you mean the highly poison and deadly Punnadix Fruit? those are a scourge of my peopl- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“uh….. eating it?  it’s delicious?”

cue an alien having a heart attack, or whatever the equivalent is.  on top of all the other weird shit they’re known for, this makes then rise higher in the list of ‘creatures we are REALLY glad are on our side’.

anonymous asked:

Aliens reacting to someone with braces? Thanks!

The human problem was growing bigger at an alarming pace. Back when they first started travelling through space, most had viewed their efforts as cute. Some had even cheered them on from afar. Of course, that was before they realised what kind of creatures humans really are and what kind of planet they originate on. Before they knew what humans did for fun.

The humans as a whole hadn’t attacked yet, but it was only a matter of time before they gathered their forces. The Ktynarian species had to be prepared.

As a result, they had commandeered a human craft, and with eight Ktynarians to every human, they’d managed to gain control of the vessel and the horrible creatures within.

Unfortunately it was common knowledge that getting a fully grown human to talk was a near impossible feat. Fortunately, there were several younglings on the ship. The majority were younglings actually, which was a surprise. Upon further investigation it was revealed the ship was operated by a training facility of the category ‘school’.

After separating the humans into smaller groups to minimise the risks of organised resistance, Commander Yldrik picked one of the medium sized younglings to interrogate – having heard that the bigger posed a threat in size, but that the smallest were often quick and nimble

Yes, the medium sized one were surely the easiest to make a first attempt on. And if that failed, they still had a plethora of other humans to interrogate. One of them would surely give them some useful information.

Some of the humans were secreting some sort of fluid from their optical organs, some making noises the Ktynarians couldn’t identify, but instructing them to be quiet seemed to just make them more intent on making the noises. Deciding it would be best to leave xir soldiers to deal with it, Commander Yldrik turned xir focus to the youngling xe had selected.

“What is your objective,” xe asked. Getting straight to the point had seemed like the best method, but the human didn’t seem to comprehend.

“What?”

“What is your objective? What are you here to accomplish?” xe repeated, seemingly surprising the human. Perhaps they hadn’t expected to be confronted, or for the Ktynarians to be suspicious of them. Clearly the humans had underestimated them.

“Well, I mean, a B would be great, but I’d settle for a C too,” the human responded, something in their mouth gleaming slightly. Under different circumstances Yldrik would have paid it more attention, but xe was preoccupied deciphering what the human had said.

A bee was a creature from the humans’ home planet, and apparently vital to their ecosystem. A sea however, was a large body of a particular kind of water, and their planet seemed to be largely consisting of it. Why would they possibly want more of it?

“Why?”

“It’s not my best subject,” they said, elevating an upper part of their anatomy. Yldrik knew xe had been informed of the meaning behind the movement, but xe had finally noticed something different about the human’s teeth. Something worrying.

“Bare your teeth.” The human seemed surprised by the order, but complied after a brief hesitation.

The sight that met xem was terrifying, even for someone with as much experience as Yldrik.

“W-what are those?”

The human looked perplexed at first, but seemed to understand what xe was referring to fairly quickly.

“You mean my braces?” the human asked before baring their teeth further. A grin. At least that was what xe thought the action was named by the humans. “It’s just metal. You see, my mouth had too many teeth in it, so they got a bit out of order. Crooked and all, you know? So when I was about thirteen my parents took me to a dentist who basically attached metal to them to force them to stay in place. Cool, huh?”

The tone in which the human spoke did no justice to the horrors that laid in their words. They spoke as if they didn’t realise how terrifying this information was – no, come to think about it, they spoke as if they enjoyed the horrors they’d clearly been put through.

“And this was necessary for your survival?” xe asked, seeing no other reasonable explanation.

“No, no it’s just because it looks better,” the human said, repeating the elevation of an upper part of their anatomy. They did something else too, with an appendage of theirs, but Yldrik was done paying attention.

In record time, every single Ktynarian had vacated the ship, control of which had been returned to the humans. Fortunately their ship had a far higher maximum speed than the humans.

Their only chance at survival would clearly be to stay as far away from the humans as possible. If they attacked, the Ktynarians would have no other option than to flee. A species willing to do things like that to their own young – for aesthetic reasons no less – was not a species one wanted to go to war against.

anonymous asked:

Helloo sorry do you have any about one of them talking their language and the other not understanding them? (I worded that weird sorry)

Thanks for these requests! I think I know a few fics you’ll enjoy! (I added in some language kink in there because I reALLY LIKE IT OKAY DON’T JUDGE ME)

Originally posted by viktvr


Language Barrier 


Call Everything on the Ice… by shysweetthing, Explicit, 43k (WIP)
Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn’t tell Yuuri, and things get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese. Repeatedly. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH

Unwritten by kaizuka, Teen, 34k
Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be. Great soulmate AU!

Language of Love by OrionsProdigy95, Gen, 694 words
Victor is going to propose to Yuuri, but he’s just not sure how. So what’s the harm in trying it in Russian? Yuuri couldn’t understand it anyways, right? Cute and quick one shot!

Talk to Me by SuggestiveScribe, Explicit, 3.9k
There was a bouncing shift of weight, and suddenly a silky voice was at Yuuri’s ear, “Hey Yuuri, is it possible you like when I speak Russian?” Yuuri groaned. Viktor’s lips ghosted right beneath Yuuri’s ear, gently sliding over the sensitive flesh of his neck, “I can speak Russian to you, if you like.” OMG SO GOOD

put my heart on my chest, so you can read it too by driedupwishes, Teen, 3.2k
“Is it hard for you,” Yuuri asks, “being in a country where you don’t speak the language?” Cute!

I Wanted To Check by insatiablerealist, Gen, 4.2k
Yuuri is an artist, Viktor is a ballet teacher, and they find themselves sharing an apartment in Barcelona. The only problem is they speak two different languages, but despite that, they fall in love. A LOVE ACTUALLY AU DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING READ THIS IT’S SO GOOD OMG

Assuming Makes An Ass Out of You and Me (or how not to find out someone is multi-lingual) by Stories_to_be_read
Yuuri learns to never assume that the cute guy you have a crush on doesn’t speak Japanese. Great fic!

Repeat After Me by queenieofaces, Teen, 5.8k
Victor learns language through mimicry, hears phrases and repeats them back until the inflection becomes second nature. Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back. Thumbs up!

Koi by Ash_Lumos, Explicit, 7.3k
Viktor is always curious to know more about Yuuri’s culture, so the boy takes his coach to a traditional Japanese Summer Festival. Their special night together turns out to be even more magical than they had predicted. Yuuri loves it when Victor speaks Russian…like… a lot

Eggs, Coffee, Bread, Butter by LittleLostStar, Teen, 2.9k
Yuuri has a small adventure at a grocery store in St. Petersburg and everything is just adorable. So fluffy and cute!

Mille-Feuille by hanakoto, Teen, 1.7k
Yuuri discovers that Victor is fluent in French. LOVE!

Security by Harlequinade13, Explicit, 5k
Victor and Yuuri attend a Christmas party. Yuuri gets some unwanted attention. Victor gets jealous. Yuuri learns some Russian during a steamy make-out session. Bonus jealous Victor!

in the spaces between by sixpences, Teen, 7.2k
Yuuri’s life in St Petersburg is spread between four languages. Definitely recommend!

from a script i overanalyse by windupbirdgirl, Teen, 4.4k
Sometimes new things can be overwhelming. Yuuri learns to cope with them. Lovely fic that shows how Yuuri struggles with living in Russia.

groundedvindaloop  asked:

something not specific - a cute kyle doing cute kyle things

i guess these arent specifically cute things but hes always cute so it doesnt rly matter

Clueless (M)

Jimin/Reader

Words: 9.4k

Summary: After your apartment gets flooded, Tae let’s you stay at his apartment for a few days. But things don’t go as you had expected. Your problem? Having a crush on Jimin. His problem? Well, you’re about to find out. 

Disclaimer: You all know the drill: strong mature content ahead, clueless Jimin, sharing beds, and an unexpected suggestion. Enjoy!

It had been decided that you’d be spending at least three days at V’s house.

Apparently, your plumbing hated you, and a faucet decided to blow up without you noticing, leaving most of your apartment completely flooded. You’d managed the water flow to stop, but the damage was already done, and it seemed as though you had an entire river filling the place up. Nothing you couldn’t deal with, so you picked up your phone and texted V to ask for help.

He sent you the plumber number.

Asshole.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Tae? We’ve been friends for years, and you send me a number? It’s two in the morning!” You had yelled at him, your patience wearing thin.

“Fine! You can come to my house until that’s fixed!” He had growled before hanging the phone in your face to go back to sleep.

You managed to stuff your bag quickly with your laptop, phone charger and a few clothes before exiting your ruined apartment. Not to mention, you’d have to call the plumber and some house service to deal with all that water first thing in the morning.

After half an hour, you’d finally reached his apartment, pressing his doorbell and waiting for him, and it didn’t take long for the door to abruptly swing open to reveal a shower-dampened and half naked Jimin dressed only in some sleeping shorts.

You had not expected to be confronted by Jimin’s bare torso, but it wasn’t as if you had never seen that before.

But more importantly, it had been quite a while since you’d last seen Jimin. And your feelings for him had never wavered even apart. It had been at least a month, and it felt like too damn long. Watching BTS live videos on Youtube wasn’t quite the same, especially considering how you felt towards him.

He had dyed his hair a soft pink color again that was slightly darkened from being wet, but he somehow seemed different besides his hair color. Something about the way he was eyeing you.

Your body reacted before your mind could, a big smile on your face “Do you greet everyone dressed like that?”

Jimin leaned against the door frame, eyeing you from head to toes. “Only you, of course.”

It as a harmless tease, you knew. However, it still made your stomach do a summersault at his sultry tone.

And then he unexpectedly swung his arms around you, gripping you into a tight embrace, and you tensed briefly before you returned the gesture, hugging him as you smell the sweet scent of his shampoo.  You felt your own shirt dampen as droplets of water fell from his hair.

“I’ve missed you!” You laughed, finally breaking the embrace.

“Me too,” Jimin stepped aside, allowing you to enter before shutting the door. “You look great.”

And so did he. More than great.

You looked around, dropping your bag by the nearby couch. “Where’s Tae?”

Jimin arched one eyebrow, drying off his hair with a towel. “Tae is not here. He’s with Jungkook on some trip that lasts the three days we have off. I thought you knew.”

What? Why hadn’t he told you anything? That was weird.

“Oh,” You started, slightly confused at that information. “So, what are you doing here?”

You tried your best not to let your eyes linger too much on any part of his body that wasn’t his face, but it was proving to be harder than expected.

“I’ve been staying here whenever we get some off time. We keep each other company.” He flashed you his trademark cute grin.

Well, it made sense. They had been friends long before you had met any of them.

Jimin yawned, rubbing the towel through his hair one last time. “I’m sorry to hear about your apartment. It sucks.”

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hand in hand

Now that he thinks about it, Castiel can’t remember the last time he had any physical contact at all.

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touch-starved cas, college au

music

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“Cas, hey. Hey. Hey, Cas!”

Castiel looks up, finally registering that the voice he hears is directed at him. He finds Dean Winchester standing in front of him. How long has he been there?

“Ah, hello Dean. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Dean leans against Charlie Bradbury’s kitchen table and eyes Castiel critically. “You okay, man? You’ve been standing here for, like, a while.”

“Yeah. Yes. I was just thinking.”

Dean gives a smile, Castiel likes to think that it’s fond, but maybe that’s just wishful thinking. “Come on, they’re about to start the movie.”

“Alright.”

Castiel lets himself be led back into the living room, loud and chaotic. The sounds of talking and laughing and shouting are enjoyable, but Castiel can’t handle much of it at once, which is why he’d fled to the kitchen a while ago. He hopes Dean was the only one who noticed he was gone, he doesn’t want to seem rude.

In the living room Charlie, Gilda, and Kevin sit on the sofa, Gilda’s feet tucked up under Charlie’s legs. Jo is curled up on a beanbag chair. Dean sprawls out on an overstuffed armchair that could easily fit two, and Benny is sitting on the floor with his back against the couch.

With all the seats taken in his absence, Castiel opts for the floor. He settles himself down in front of Dean’s seat.

“What are we watching?” Asks Jo.

“Legally Blonde!” Charlie announces.

“Not again!” Kevin moans.

“Suck it up, Tran! My house, my movies!”

“It’s not just your house!” Kevin points out.

Charlie rolls her eyes, sighing. “What do you guys think?” She asks Gilda and Jo, who also live in the house.

“I like Legally Blonde.” Says Gilda.

“We’re watching Legally Blonde.” Says Jo.

Castiel suspects, by Kevin’s scowl, that they’re messing with him. It’s hard to tell. Castiel has never been to one of these “movie nights” before. These aren’t even his friends, not really. Acquaintances at most. They’re Dean’s friends.

“Drinking game?” Asks Dean, hopefully.

“Of course.” Charlie responds, “Should we do whiskey or vodka?”

“I’ll get the shot glasses.” Says Jo.

Castiel needs to get out more, that’s what everyone says. Well, that’s what Dean says, and Dean is his only friend so, really, Dean is everyone.

Castiel would point out that he’s almost never in his dorm, but more than likely in the library, which is where he met Dean in the first place.

Dean always argues that the library doesn’t really count as out, but Castiel disagrees. It gets him away from his current roommate, and that’s out enough for him. So what if he doesn’t leave campus? So what if he doesn’t really talk to anyone?

He’s doing fine, alright? He’s okay. He’s great.

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lassitudeian  asked:

I too am procrastinating!! I'd really like to see Dex and Nursey sharing Lardo's room, Dex becoming more comfortable with himself and Nursey, and realizing that the team has his back

hooray for procrastination! okay room sharing, lets bullet point this shit (also i kind of stuck to the prompt but the main focus is on room sharing and being comfortable with each other and less on everyone having each others’ backs, sorry it kind of ran away from me)

  • to start, dex gets the top bunk and nursey gets the bottom obvs bc honestly can you imagine nursey successfully climbing up to the top without falling off the ladder at least once a week?
  • music is a big point of contention for the first month 
    • dex blasts dad rock whenever he’s coding and nursey listens to his indie shit so loudly that even when he’s using headphones dex can hear it from the top bunk
    • they reach a weird understanding one day when nursey puts a playlist on shuffle and they end up both singing along to the middle by jimmy eat world and they discover they both  are still in  went through a punk rock/pop phase (yes i have been reading @heyfightme‘s punk au)
    • from there on they reach a pretty easy agreement that when they’re both in the room and neither are studying, it’s tb punk from the 2005 era or anything they’ve recently discovered
    • (for the sake of avoiding arguments) 
    • (also because both love watching the other get lost in the music as they scream the lyrics)
    • (please take a moment to imagine two 6′2″ hockey players yell the words to i don’t wanna be an asshole anymore by the menzingers to each other as they jump up and down in the middle of their bedroom at 4pm)
  • it takes a while to get a bathroom routine down bc nursey has A Lot of skincare products and he likes to bathe william, not all of us are neanderthals that enjoy feeling crusty

the rest is under the cut bc i got carried away

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how to pronounce JoJo italian names
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how to pronounce JoJo italian names

hi this is something i really care about but in the end it’s just me stuttering and fucking up for 10 minutes, please listen to it

[transcrip of what i’m saying or trying to say under the cut]

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All these “humans are the weird ones” posts always assume humans are the everyman, and talk in slang and colloquialisms, while the aliens in these posts, for some reason, always talk in scientific terms and technobabble. Why? I mean, why would human scientists and astronauts suddenly stop talking in scientific terms, or the other way, why would aliens talk in these scientific terms in situations where humans use colloquial, or simple language? Why not the other way round?

“Excuse me, crewman Qlurx?”

“Yes, crewman Smith?”

“The electron microscope is broken. Do you know who can fix it?”

“I’m sorry, the what?”

“The…electron microscope. You know, the white machine in the lab that we use to examine organic specimens?”

“…or-ga-…”

“…the plants and mushrooms.”

“Ooooooh, you mean the ‘Look At Small Things Machine’! Sure, I’ll send a thing repairer over to look at it.”

“…okay. Good thing that’s settled then. I was afraid there was a problem with your xenotranslation module.”

“My…”

“…ear talking thing.”

I’m not properly back from my hiatus. I’m just checking in to post something for no one other but @nightofthefury-3d. :)

Happy belated Birthday, Mr Fury! c: You’re such an amazing person, and there is no way I deserve all the things you offered me <3 ( (sorry my gift is so sketchy <3)

morethanlittlesinister  asked:

*bangs fist on the table frantically* Zenyatta and Genji outfit switch god yes I'll wait 20K years to see that!

YOU WILL NOT BE WAITING MUCH LONGER MY FRIEND. 

LIKE.

TOMORROW.

TOMORROW.

I love yaaaa tomorrow you’re only a daaaay aaawaaaaay

I just Humans Are weird man

Humans are weird right just imagine humans watching a sports game or any type of competition let’s say football and you have to humans A madridista and a Cule screaming at the tv and at each other things like “YOUR TEAM IS GOING DOWN” or “WE WILL DESTROY YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A TEAM” and aliens being like “What is causing you anger towards each other” and one goes “I Hate his type of people” the alien looks confused yes he had heard of Racism and Speciesism that some species have towards each other “but your both human and are of the same race?” The humans both pause and looks at him and proceed to explain that they don’t really hate each other but each other’s sports teams and it’s just a competition but it isn’t because it’s also a way of life these sports “so you like each other but when the two teams play each other you pretend to hate each other because of a variation in teams” “we don’t pretend in that moment we do” “but why would you hate each other?” “Because his team are a bunch of dirty little cheater that’s why” “MY TEAM HAVE YOU LOOKED AT YOURS” the alien preceded to just walk away confused, seeing that there was no actual threat but man “humans are fucking weird” he muttered

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Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Tony, Clint.

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if you’re not real?

Y/N: What if we’re just movie characters?

Y/N: What if we’re comic book characters?

Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!

Tony: We are real.

Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.

Y/N: But Wade has a point!

Y/N: I swear…  When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?

Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.

Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR

Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.

Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH

Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING

Tony has added Wade.

Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!

Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.

Clint: I’m starting to see it too…

Tony: See what?!

Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS

Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.

Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON

Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.

Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL

Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!

Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU

Clint: They’re kinda cute.

Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.

Y/N: THAT’S ME

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.

Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.

Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!

Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?

Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!

Tony: Oh not you too.

Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.

Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?

Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU

Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF

Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.

Bruce: He can’t die.

Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.

Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.

Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.

Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.

Wade has left the chat.

Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.

Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM

Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.

Nat: I can hear music too…

Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT

Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?

Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?

Tony: Requested…?

Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.

Tony: BRUCE

Bruce: It’s true though.

Tony: …Yeah.

Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!

Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION

Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME

Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.

Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?

Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.

Tony: Can we stop it?!

Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.

Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: I feel you.

Pietro has left the chat.

Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?

Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.

Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE

Clint: what the… Calm down.

Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?

Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.

Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE

Y/N: HUH?!

Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!

Y/N: you know what’s weird?

Clint: What?

Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.

Clint: OMG

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?

Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.

Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.

Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.

Thor: We are worthy!

Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?

Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!

Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!

Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!

Tony: Can I be worthy too?

Natasha: No.

Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!

Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE

Thor: DO NOT DO THIS

Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.

Thor: I knew that…

Y/N: No you didn’t.

Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?

Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?

Tony: Right, but how?

Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.

Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN

Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?

Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.

Tony: I AM CALM

Steve: …

Y/N: Dang son!

Clint: Dang, language!

Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!

Clint:  He’s my friend, dang!

Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.

Clint: Dang, Bucky?!

Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.

Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.

Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?

Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!

Steve: That walk…

Natasha: And the hair!

Y/N: another movie I was not in!

Clint: Me too :(

Tony has added The Author.

Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.

The Author: Nah

Tony: PLEASE

The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.

Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!

The Author: … How?

Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW

Y/N: What is happening nOW

Natasha: Good question.

Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!

Tony: I’m waiting.

The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.

Steve: What?

Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.

Bucky: WHAT IS THIS

Tony: MORE!

Natasha: Not surprising.

Thor: I am shocked…

Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.

Vision has left the chat.

Steve: Please, no more!

The Author: BLAME TONY

Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!

Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: And you’re very out of character now.

Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.

Bucky: With you on that.

Bucky has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.

Bruce has left the chat. 

Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?

Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.

Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.

Tony: Can you fix this now?

The Author: It’s fixed.

Tony: it was that easy, really?!

The Author: I AM The Author.

Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: DANG STEVE

Clint: DANG STEVE

Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!

The Author: ily

Steve: What?

The Author: What?

Y/N: Same

Clint: Can I name the chat?!

Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”

Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?

The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?

Clint: Why can’t I name it?

Steve: We all know why.

The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!

The Author has left the chat.

Clint: Y/N

Y/N: CLINT

Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!

Y/N: Good idea!

Steve: No! That is a bad idea!

Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU

Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS

Clint: I’M DEAF

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: This will be fun to witness.

Tony has left the chat.

Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?

Thor has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.

Sam: I told you! I was right.

Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.

T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?

Wanda: Me?

T’Challa: No. Not you.

Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?

Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!

Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.

Scott: But it is an honor.

Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.

Scott: Wow.

Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.

Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?

Sam: Me?

T’Challa: No, she means the reader.

Peter: Denied.

T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.

Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.

Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU

Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!

Wanda: We should go now.

T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.

Scott: We can’t tell because we’re in here.

Sam: Goodbye, Y/N!

Sam has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Scott: I REALLY THINK YOU’RE GREAT

Scott has left the chat.

Sasuke’s handcrafted flower crown.

Thank you to those who left little welcome messages and support (whether in your tags or via other methods, asks, likes, reblogs, etc.). I read and truly appreciated them all!

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Thank you!!

Rhythm of the Beat- Part 2

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Part 1

Word Count: 2350ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut,

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for the love you showed the first part! One more part coming soon! XOXO

“Sammy?” Dean’s long hair is starting to curl as he sweats, and Sam tries not to think about how it would feel wrapped around his hand as he pulled it.

This is too fucked up. Too weird. And they will just have to find another way.

“I know, Dean.”

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anonymous asked:

imagine victor finding that buzzfeed 'who to eliminate(?) yoi game' and seeing him and yuuri as the final choice lmao im p sure he'd eliminate himself, that utter sap / or he'd sue tf outta them lmao what a qtie

play along with victor !!!

Which Yuri must go?” Victor reads, licking his lips nervously. Yuuri sits beside him, head on his shoulder as he watches the phone screen. “I don’t want either of you to go.”

Yuuri laughs and ruffles his hair affectionately. “It’s just a game.”

“Well, Yurio isn’t here, so I’ll pick him.” He clicks. His face pales. “Seventy-four percent of people said they’d want Yurio to go instead of you? But he’s, but… But both of you are…” Helpless, he looks at Yuuri, who puts his finger on the phone screen and scrolls down.

“Just a game. We won’t show it to him. Let’s see what else there is.”

Which skater must go?” Victor reads out loud, then, after narrowing it down to Emil and JJ, chooses JJ. Yuuri raises an eyebrow at his lack of mercy, and he reminds Yuuri that this is, in fact, just a game. A stupid game, and a morally corrupt one, at that.

For the next question, he selects Michele, though apologizes as he does so. Then, he’s faced with Minami, Phichit, and Seung-gil. “I can’t say Phichit,” he says, casting Yuuri a glance. “Minami is too young…” He sets the phone down. “Yuuri, don’t make me keep playing this.”

Yuuri is biting his lip to hold back a laugh. “I know this game is horrible, but it’s kind of funny watching you play it.”

Victor rolls his eyes and kisses his hair before selecting Seung-gil, another apology readily leaving his lips. “It’s weird that they’re making games like this about us. I wonder what other ones there are. Guang Hong or Leo? Yuuri, I can’t…”

Yuuri taps one at random. “Move on, then.”

“Minako, Celestino, or Yakov.” He hums. “I know Celestino the least well,” Victor decides, then presses the button. “Yuuko, Sara, or Mila? Sorry Sara. Hang on–which one of the triplets?” Victor’s jaw drops.

Yuuri shakes his head, scrunching up his nose. “That’s too far. Skip that one.”

“Hang on–which Yuuri Katsuki must go?!” Victor’s hand flies up to cover his mouth, and he stares at Yuuri in shock. “On the ice or off of the ice? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Would you rather I live on the ice or never touch the ice again?” Yuuri asks, and strokes his arm, laughing again. “I hope you choose what I’m thinking.”

“Off of the ice,” Victor says, and Yuuri nods when he selects it. “But I would never want that. Now you, me, and Yurio. That’s…” He sighs. “I’ll skip this one. Now it’s…”

He pauses.

Which Skater Must Go?

Victor Nikiforov or Yuuri Katsuki.

Without a word, Victor taps his own image. Then, he sees the results.

“More people chose to… More people…”

Yuuri glances down, feels his cheeks flushing. “More people voted to get rid of me,” he realizes. “I’m not offended–it’s a hard choice, after all, and besides, more fans have probably heard of you than–”

“I’m calling Buzzfeed,” Victor decides, and stands up, his shoulders stiff. “I’m calling them right now.

Over The Summer - Jughead Jones

Could you do a riverdale imagine where the reader and Jughead are really close and flirty with each other. The reader goes missing and is eventually found dead near Jason Bloom and Jughead gets the call about the police finding her? Sorry if it’s a weird ask.


Why must you guys request such sad stuff? I’m sorry if it’s too short and bad, if you want more please message me.

The past summer didn’t go to Jughead’s plan. He spent most of the summer days playing video games and avoiding social interactions. He barely had any friends coming out of Freshman year, only one decided to stick by his side; that person was you. Despite his protests, you would drag him out of his room and walk to Pop’s diner. You would spend most of the day there, talking, eating, laughing, and flirting. It was painfully obvious that you both had mad feelings for each other, but either of you dared to act upon them. It was the days spent with you that Jughead looked forward to the most. You knew him like the back of your hand and he could read you like a book. Time spent with you was time that was never wasted.

One night, You managed to convince your parents to let you hangout at his place two days before school started. The night had started off rather up beat and innocent until you randomly asked him about his thoughts on dating. “It seem pointless at our age,” he said truthfully, but he immediately regretted it when he saw your face fall. “But then again, if you like someone you should go for it.” His voice wasn’t his own when he spoke. It was daring and wild, pushing the limits of your friendship. You nodded at his words and scooted closer to where he was sitting on the floor. “I should?” You asked, raising your eyebrow with fake confusion. Jughead almost started to laugh. You were doing this on purpose, playing him like a violin. “Yeah,” he said, finding his confidence again. You leaned in even closer and asked, “How?”

“Like this,” Jughead leaned in a pressed his lips to yours quickly. It was his first kiss, but the technique would come with time and hopefully, practice. When he pulled away, the both of you were a blushing mess. You leaned in again, kissing him longer this time. You cupped his jaw, bringing him closer to you. Jughead pulled away smiling and you started talked about what you were going to do next.

“Tomorrow we can go out,” he paused, “like on a date.” You smiled wide at his words and agreed. Soon after, your parents texted you that you should come home. You headed out and Jughead led you to the porch, where he kissed you one last time. “See ya tomorrow.” He whispered, and watched as you walked away.

But he never did see you tomorrow.

The night of your date, just a few hours before, his phone rang. “Hello?”

“Yes, is this Jughead Jones?” Asked a man over the phone. “This is him,” he said, nerves prickling down his spine. “We were told to inform you of Y/N L/N’s disappearance. You may have been the last person to see her and we would like to question you.” Jughead just stood there in disbelief. “No, you don’t understand, I’m suppose to see her tonight.” He said through his confusion. “Son,” said the man, his voice turning somber, “I don’t think you will.”

So, Jughead went to the police department, where he was prodded with questions he didn’t know the answer to. He told the officers of what had occurred last night and they just sent him home. He locked himself in his room, tears burning in his eyes. He knocked down his belongings, torn his posters, and yelled until his lungs gave out. He sat on the floor, crying, trying to figure out where you could’ve possibly gone. An idea struck him and he rushed over to his laptop and opened an empty page. His fingers hit the keys as fast as they could, writing down his opening line. He would find you, save you if he had to. Little did Jughead know what was in store for the little town of Riverdale.