there’s whispers around town about the two boys who live in the forrest. the locals will talk about them with their eyes cast downward and their voices hushed, worried that they would hear them.
there would be moments, in the dead of night, that shrieks will pierce the hot. humid air and people will shudder.
they’ll warn the foolish tourists who come to their town, seeking out the two boys who makes their home in the woods and they’ll tell them to watch out, beware.
beware of the boy with gold in his eyes because if you see him then the one with emeralds won’t be too far behind.
and if you see him, your shrieks will fill the night air, shouts and pleas for help and the locals will turn their heads, ignoring the way that goosebumps rise on their flesh and pretend that they don’t have two witches who haunt their town.
Were Mila and Danny a thing??? I mean I had ~a feeling~ that they may have been at some point but...what's the tea 👀
They weren’t, as said by them plenty of times and the facts one can add.
I’m not much of a RPF fan, so I’m going to try and make this response as clear and informative as I can. But,
She was underage for most part of the show. He being 7 years older than her would had been a little bit crazy and honest to god disgusting if they were a thing. Which I don’t believe they were because
Both were on relationships by the time the rumor of them being a thing was spread. He has always present as a very monogamous man, liking and having serious and long-term relationships, which he had during the show and after, before marrying Bijou Philips. While Mila was also in a long-term serious relationship with actor Macaulay Culkin.
Another thing to add is the fact that both had refer to the other as their brother/sister, which makes sense since he seemed to have bonded with her pretty early during filming.
After the show ended, and their relationships too, they didn’t had a reason to hide if they had been together, but to this day they keep saying the same: they never dated, they see each other as brother/sister, it was only a rumor.
IMPORTANT, 24/06/2017: This post is constantly updated. It has gotten to long, so the rest is now under the cut. You can ask me whatever you want about it.
They all talk about addictions,
Addicted to pills;
Addicted to drinking;
Addicted to the pain.
None of them ever mention you though.
They don’t talk about the curls of your hair hanging down your face.
They don’t discuss the scar on your left thigh, or the stretch marks that cascade around your body as if your skin were a rock behind a waterfall of beauty.
None of them told me about your morning laugh over coffee, and the way you bite your bottom lip before you speak each time.
They didn’t say how you’d love sneaking up behind me while I’m writing only to cast your arms around my shoulders like a net and pull me back into you without ever disturbing my process.
They all talk about addictions,
Addicted to fake love;
Addicted to abuse;
Addicted to the things that are bad for you.
None of them ever mention your eyes.
They don’t talk about the way you lose yourself between the pages of book after book.
They don’t discuss the way you only focus on the positive things around you and you avoid the negative because you are so damn gentle, far too pure for this world.
None of them told me about the feeling of your fingertips scattering across my skin, and the way I would almost beg you to drag them down my arms or my back or anywhere on me just one last time.
They didn’t say how you’d wake me with kisses, or tell me the story about the elderly couple you saw from across the room today at lunch - still as in love as ever.
There are so many addictions in this world,
So many habits that are hard to break and drop.
There are so many terrible dependencies that surround us that are utterly damaging to our daily lives.
Yet, you’re not one of them.
Yes, you’re an addiction.
Yes, you keep me up at night and I lose sleep over you
But it has never been a negative source in my life.
You have never been a habit of mine that is anything other than love.
If love were a drug, then I’d be damned; I’d use you every single day.
Addictions are hard to kick, and I just want to hold your hand.
Just wanted to point out that (like @hufflepuffpanda said in her post, his heart eyes are on) BUT ALSO LOOK AT HIM, HE NODDED!!!!!!! If Adam wasn’t there, he would have totally said something like ‘‘yeah, she really is’‘ and Kristen would have figured it all out (you know that he is incredibly in love with Amy)
Warnings: angst(ish), a use of the swear word f*ck, FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF
Author’s Note: Yeah so this is the second part of Moments and also the monthly song challenge! I used the song Only Us from the musical Dear Evan Hansen, and of course, this is really really late (again). My apologies! But I hope you enjoy! :)
Albus Potter knew from the beginning his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and beyond that he had been deemed “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” by the media. After growing up in a home where everyone had been filled with so much love and adoration for each other, Albus has never considered for one minute that his parents would have been disappointed in him for being different. But the media was a powerful tool that helped instill the “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” mantra into the heads of thousands, including Albus himself.
So when the end of his third year rolled around, and Albus had finally admitted to himself that, yeah, he was pretty gay, his first thought was great, another adjective to add to my “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” list. Along with stupid, slytherin, and doesn’t like quidditch he could now add g a y.
- hong jisoo is the definition of gentleman - for your first date, jisoo takes you out for a picnic at the park and the basket is filled with delicious food the other members probably helped him make - the date goes amazingly well because the food is great and jisoo is so easy to talk to - but then it starts raining - neither of you checked the weather that day so now here you both are, standing under a tree and waiting for the rain to pass - but it doesn’t look like the rain will be stopping anytime soon and jisoo apologizes nonstop for not double-checking everything - you assure him that you’re not upset at all but seeing how he still kind of is, you grin “well how about this? there’s a convenience store right across the street. last one there buys the umbrella!!” - and before jisoo could say anything, you start running towards the store and you’re both pushing each other out of the way to get there first - but at some point, you both just find yourselves laughing and holding each other under the rain - and that’s when you both share your first kiss - he may have been suave and cool the entire time but when he got back to the dorm, he was all red in the face - the other members were like !!! JOSHUA YOU’RE SOAKING WET AND YOUR FACE IS ALL RED OH MY GOSH I THINK YOU’RE CATCHING A COLD !!! - but no he’s not sick at all, he’s just embarrassed because of how cliché your first kiss was LOL but let’s be real, he probably replayed it over and over in his head before going to bed - i cannot emphasize enough how much of a gentleman jisoo is - he holds doors for you - he walks closest to the curb - he pays for your dates - he gives you his jacket when you’re cold - he carries things for you - do you see where i’m going with this - plays the guitar for you whenever you ask him to, and he knows how to play all your favorite songs - also does pin drops to try to impress you - he gets flustered really easily like once you kissed him on the cheek because he did something really sweet and his whole face just heated up - when you asked him if he was all right, he gave you a really long answer…… by mixing up all five languages he knows - so you heard fragments of korean, english, japanese, chinese and spanish and you were like what - he was really shy when you guys first started holding hands but now that he’s used to it, he holds your hand whenever he can - the type to cry while watching sad movies with you - panics a lot - like when you’re sad, he just runs around like WHAT DO I DO??? - jisoo’s a big worrier but it just shows how much he cares for you - “are you sure you’re not hungry?” “aren’t you cold?” “is this enough?” “is this okay?” “are—” - jisoo loves taking pictures with you but not as much as taking pictures OF you, his favorite ones are candid shots - whenever you guys go out shopping or even something as simple as walking around the city, everyone admires you two because you guys make such a beautiful couple?? - everyone also thinks he’s so cool and amazing omg who is this model - like jisoo’s holding your hand while the other’s casually in his pocket, his skin is glowy under the bright sun, and his hair is blowing in the wind - everyone’s like where can i get my own hong jisoo?? - but you’re like LOL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MY JISOO?? THIS SOFT MARSHMALLOW WHO BLUSHES EVERY .23948 SECONDS AND CRIED AT THE END OF NARUTO?? - stays up late watching dramas with you - you’re pretty sure his eye smiles are going to be the death of you - spoils you A LOT and you feel so guilty so you spoil him too and then he feels guilty and it’s an endless cycle of guilt - jisoo doesn’t get jealous very often but when he does - may the person rest in pieces - he may be smiling and all but there’s death in his eyes like he probably killed the person with 89374 different anime attack combinations in his mind - speaking of anime, he loves telling you about his favorite anime, movies and characters and he just looks so happy while talking about them like his eyes are sparkling and his voice is loud and excited - you once showed up after seventeen’s dance practice to see him and you were wearing his sweater and when he saw you he nearly died - like jeonghan, hoshi and seungkwan had to calm him down because he was so flustered - the other members still tease him about it to this day - jisoo always thinks about you before he thinks about himself - always tries extra hard to look nice if he knows he’s going to see you that day - he loves lazy days where he’s sitting on the couch and you’re sitting between his legs and he has his arms wrapped around you while his head is resting on your shoulder - you have matching bracelets and whenever he’s nervous before a concert, he looks down at it and thinks of you and he knows he’ll be fine - he always cups one of your cheeks and stares into your eyes before leaning in and slowly kissing you on the lips - jisoo considers the words “i love you” really powerful so he’d only say if he truly does mean it - but now as you’re both watching the sunset after having a picnic at the park - jisoo takes your hand in his and whispers the words “i love you” - your mouth falls open in shock for a second before slowly turning into a smile as you whisper - “i love you too, jisoo”
You know, talk about unreasonable expectations, all it takes is for Niall to not tweet once when he's expected to, and it's held against him forever. Liam stans are still salty and self-righteously angry because he didn't tweet when STD was released, and it seems to be him they're maddest at even though the others didn't either. Why, because Niall's real job is supposed to be head cheerleader and not a solo artist who is also busy with his own career? (Sorry, just needed to rant!)
I don’t know why they need Niall’s validation so much. Niall has ALWAYS been the most supportive of his boys, and the one time he didn’t do something they expected him to they lost their shit. Like… Why? Hint: Because it’s not about Niall supporting Liam at all. It’s about getting what they want as fans. And if they don’t get it, they throw a tantrum. And then if they do get it, like they got with GL, they’re all like ‘I mean I know I was petty about him before haha but he’s in my good books again hahah’.
I honestly think that Niall has taken all the other stans by surprise so much that they’ve begun to view him as a threat – and, by default, he’s become a target for bitter, petty people who have nothing better to do (like stan and support their fave) than drag others down. Niall wasn’t seen as a threat in 1D because the others (Harry/Liam/Zayn) got the most attention for their talent, and when the hiatus started, their stans didn’t worry about Niall because everyone assumed that he would just be drinking beer and playing golf and waiting for 1D to come back – and yet here he is, being successful with a solo career and dominating charts. Suddenly he’s a threat.
Sorry not sorry (but
yeah it’s going to be really short, so sorry about that)
Title: Cold Nights.
Rating: Fluffy fluff.
Need to know: Y/n is
a part of the Maniax. //
“You can say you’re
not cold, but I can see you shivering from all the way over here.”
Y/n lays down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. All
of the rest of the group members are gathered around, talking about their
“So, I was thinkin’ we take out a bunch of old people. Maybe
a bingo game night, an old person’s home…” Jerome rolls his eyes at this.
“Oh, snore. But, I do like how your thinking.” He sits up
from his spot on the ground, and eyes y/n. “What do you think, y/n?” Her gaze
meets his, and a chill runs up her spine. She shivers, sitting up.
“I wasn’t really paying attention,” she says, still shaking
from the cold.
“Well, dollface, youth, or elders?” He asks. She wraps her
arms around herself to try and keep warm, and shrugs.
“I dunno. Youth? They’re the newer generation…they’d
probably make more of an impact. Assuming you’re talking about killing them.”
Jerome cocks his head, and his eyes narrow in concentration.
“Are you cold?” He asks, moving forward. Y/n stares up at
him, shaking her head.
“No. I’m not.” His head tilts more as a smile spreads across
his face, and he shakes his head.
“You can say you’re not cold, but I can see you shivering
from all the way over here.” He murmurs, moving forward slowly. Y/n shakes her
head, a small smile spreading across her face.
“Why do you care?” She asks, pulling her knees to her chest.
He shrugs, slinking forward towards her, his head down. He looks up at her
through his lashes, a smile spreading across his face. He raises his eyebrows,
stopping when he gets in front of her.
“You know, you could be warmer.” Y/n cocks an eyebrow,
scooting closer in the corner of the couch.
“What…? What do you mean?” She asks, her gaze traveling
across his body, looking for any possible threats. His smile turns into a
goofy, lighthearted one, and he holds out his hands in a hug.
“Come here,” he says giddily. Her eyebrows furrow, and she
tilts her head.
“Come here. We can cuddle,” he says.
“What are yo-” Before y/n can finish what she’s saying,
Jerome tackles her, rolling them off of the couch and pulling her in a tight
embrace. “Wha-J-Jerome!” She shouts, pushing against his chest to try and get
away. This sends Jerome into a fit of giggles. Y/n huffs and stays still, her
face bright red. Not only because Jerome is pulling this off in front of
everybody, but the fact that his body is actually really warm. The heat that spreads from him to her starts to make
y/n tired, and her eyes close. She buries her face in his neck, causing Jerome
to freeze in shock, his eyes widening. She yawns softly, and Jerome curls
closer to her, wrapping his arms around y/n. He sighs contently, and looks up
at everyone else, an expression of pure childish bliss on his face.
“Let’s talk about this later…” He murmurs, stroking y/n’s
hair gently. “I didn’t think she’d actually…you know,” Barbara rolls her eyes.
“I don’t think it surprised anyone else,” she remarks,
standing up and smacking Tabitha on the shoulder. “Come on you guys, let’s give
these kiddos some privacy.”
summary- The Winchester’s took you in when your mother was killed by a Demon, during a hunt, Crowley accidentally lets slip about who your real father is.
Warnings- Angst, Swearing.
A/N- I’m not sure about the way this turned out, I kinda feel like it was rushed but I haven’t posted a fic yet this week aha<3
\REQUESTS ARE CLOSED//
You stared at the small British man in front of you with your eyes furrowed in confusion, “I’m sorry.. What?” You asked, shaking slightly. You looked at Sam and Dean, “what’s he talking about?” You asked them, Crowley narrowed his eyes Sam and Dean, “she doesn’t know, does she?” He asked, but the lack of eye contact he was getting from the boys answered that question.
“What don’t I know? Sam, what the hell is he talking about?” You spat, glaring at him, he sighed and ran a hand over his face.
(A/N): I’m sorry this is so short but I am sorta proud of it even with it’s small length so!
½ Ooh can I request a Charles x reader (technically x Moira but anyway) based on Lying To You by Keaton Henson?? This is complicated but like, the storyline would be that Charles knew Y/N since they were kids and she was really special to him, and they were even closer as teenagers. Y/N was basically the opposite of him (rebellious, daring, v energetic and funny etc) and yeah they had a..unspecified romantic relationship as teenagers(point is they were basically soulmates) but smth happened to 2/2 Y/N when she was like 19 and she died. Now the actual story takes place like after First Class when Charles is dating Moira (ignoring the thing where he erased her memories) and it’s about how he looks back on his memories w Y/N + how he thought he’d get over her when he got together w Moira but he still can’t?? This was soo long I’m sorry but hopefully you get what I mean? xx
As we lie in bed, I feel lonely Though we’re young, I feel eighty years old And your arms around me are keeping me warm But baby, I’m still feeling cold Baby, I’m still feeling cold
"Charles,“ Moira whispers as she peppers kisses all along his bare chest. "Charles my dear, it’s time to wake up,” Charles groans softly, rubbing at his eyes as the sunlight streams through his windows.
“Moira?” Charles asks, hoping to keep his disappointed tone out of his question.
“Who else would it be silly?”
(Y/N). It should be (Y/N) sleeping beside him.
“No one love,” Charles forces a smile as he kisses Moira’s head gently. “I’m just a bit tired is all,"
"Well, you were up all night in your study,"
No, he was up all night looking at pictures of (Y/N).
"Ahh yes, of course, that must be it,” Charles nods, biting his lip to keep his rather negative thoughts at bay. What are you doing? What would (Y/N) think if they saw you lying beside another-
“I could make you some coffee if you’d like?” Moira asks softly, pressing another kiss to Charles’ chest.
“Yes, coffee sounds splendid,” Charles hums as Moira gets up, wrapping a robe about her naked body. She gives Charles one last smile before sauntering off, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the mansion.
Charles sighs, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he attempts to clear the voice out of his head (Y/N)’s voice out of his head. But no matter how hard he willed that sweet, soft voice away it stayed, like a damn fly stuck to some honey.
He remembered the first time they met, (Y/N) had been thrown out on the streets after their parents had discovered the could talk to animals, a mutant, just like
Him. He of course took them under his wing and from there a friendship had formed.
“I’m (Y/N),” they had whispered shyly, hanging their head in shame as they looked down upon their dirty clothes.
“I’m Charles,” Charles squeaked, his voice still holding it’s childlike quality. “Say, what is such a young child like you doing out in the streets?” To this (Y/N) sniffled, wiping at their dirt stained nose.
“Well, I haven’t a place to live,” they had whispered, shuffling their dirty feet into the cobblestone road. Charles hummed, looking (Y/N) over once before deciding to take them home, he always had wanted a play friend. Little did Charles know that that day he would take in the kindest, most beautiful soul on the planet.
It was years later, (Y/N) was sitting out On the green grass as a bird perched atop their finger, chirping merrily to the content mutant. (Y/N) chirped back, mimicking the birds noise as they did. The two were in a seemingly very deep conversation when Charles meandered up, hands stuffed in his pockets and a smile of amusement overtaking his expression as he does.
“What do you talk about with these birds?” Charles asks as he takes a seat beside (Y/N), placing his arms out behind him to steady himself.
“Many things,” (Y/N) stated softly, twisting their head this way and that to get a good look at their feathered friend. “The weather, the other birds, what it’s like to fly,”
“Do you ever talk to other animals?” Charles asks, staring at (Y/N) with curiosity.
“I happen to like the squirrels nesting in your trees,” (Y/N) turns to look at Charles with a small smirk. “I suppose I like talking to you as well,” Charles laughs, taking a handful of grass and throwing it at the other mutant.
“Oh be quiet you,” He chided, his smile nearly infectious. “I’m far more civilized than any creature you know,”
“Is that so?” (Y/N) challenged, their tone holding a bit of a teasing tone to it.
“I’m much more civilized than you, look at you, sitting out here in the dirt talking to a rabies infested creature,” (Y/N) laughs, throwing their head back as beautiful little bubble of happiness rise in their throat. Charles wants to laugh as well but his eyes are stuck on (Y/N) and his mouth runs dry, his throat constricting as he does.
They looked so beautiful, the light hit their hair just right making it shine in the early spring morning, their lips were curved upwards in the most beautiful smile, but what truly enraptured Charles was (Y/N)’s eyes, gleaming with happiness as they talk and laugh with him, or chirp and sing along with the bird. Charles’ stomach drops when he comes to a sudden realization, it had taken many years for him to figure this out, nearly an entire decade but he loved (Y/N), he loved them with every beat of his mutant heart.
It was only a few months later, with the two teenage mutants perched happily upon a couch that Charles finally decided to act upon his feelings.
“(Y/N)?” Charles asks as she shifts his position, allowing his head to rest against (Y/N)’s thighs more comfortably. “Have you ever been in love?” (Y/N) hums as they reach down, running their gentle fingers through Charles’ hair.
“Yes, I suppose I have,”
“What does it feel like?”
“Well, it feels like a lot of different things- it’s like knowing that every morning you’re going to wake up and see that beautiful smiling face and you know that your day is going to be so much brighter, it’s knowing that when you’re sitting out on the lawn that you’re not going to be alone whilst you talk to the fishes, it’s knowing that the love of your life is only sleeping just across the hall and that at any moment in the night you could sneak out and go talk to them but you don’t because you want them to sleep peacefully,”
“Well in that case,” Charles smiles as he closes his eyes, allowing (Y/N)’s fingers to glide through his hair. “I do believe I’m in love with you (Y/N),”
Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause once I found her, but now she is gone
God- Charles should have tried harder, he shouldn’t have let them run off like that. He shouldn’t have let them leave the mansion, not with all the rising contentions and all the wars and weapons and-
“Charles,” (Y/N)’s lip quivered as they reached up to touch Charles’ cheek, their bloodstained hand painting his cheek an angry red. “Do not blame yourself for this, please,”
“(Y/N),” Charles sobbed, his hand pressed tightly to their stomach as blood oozed from the bullet wound there. “Oh god, this is all my fault, this is all my fault-”
“Remember how you asked me what I talk about with the birds?” (Y/N) asks, a completely irrelevant time to be asking said question considering they were dying in Charles’ arms.
“Of course (Y/N) but how-”
“I used to talk to them about how much I loved you, your smile, your sweet eyes, your amazing voice, I told them about how kind you are, how accepting, I told them that you’re going to change the world some day, they’d just have to wait and see-”
“(Y/N), please, you’re only going to waste your breath-”
“I want you to look in my head Charles,” (Y/N)’s voice quakes as they speak. “I know you promised me you never would but I want you to, it’s my dying wish,” Charles sobs at their words, the pain to much for him to bear.
“(Y/N) please don’t make me-”
“Charles, I want you to,” Charles looks at (Y/N), at their watering eyes and small smile, even now they still looked like an angel, even coated in blood and dust and dirt they still looked heavenly. With shaking hands Charles pressed his fingers against (Y/N)’s temple, delving inside their head for the first and last time.
There wasn’t much to see or hear, in fact there was only one thing and he couldn’t even see it but rather he could feel it. All he felt was an undying sense of love, a love (Y/N) had felt for him. It was so powerful that it nearly took Charles’ breath away but he clung to that feeling, to those last fleeting feelings of (Y/N), of warmth and security, of love and happiness, of everything he could possibly ever want in life-
“Charles,” Moira’s gentle voice is what pulls Charles away from his thoughts. His thoughts clear and suddenly he’s no longer clutching a deceased mutant but rather a warm steaming mug of coffee, made by his very own girlfriend. “Are you okay?” A look of concern flashes her features but Charles doesn’t acknowledge it, too focused on the steaming black liquid before him to even spare her a glance.
“Yes,” Charles murmurs, even though he knew he was far from okay. “Yes, I’m quite well,” He gives Moira a fleeting smile before sipping away at his drink. “Thank you my love,”