talk about them eyes

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[au’s that exist elsewhere]

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.

[southern gothic witch winchesters]

queenconsuelabananahammock  asked:

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.

Rumors started because a tabloid published they were together after Mila went with Danny to the premiere of one of Ashton’s movies, ‘Just Married’. They were holding hands on some of the press pictures:

And while I understand some people take this as OH THEY ARE DATING, well– No. We sexualize every human touch so much we take some people holding hands as being intimate in a romantic way. But Danny was dating someone and so was she, and even with all his crap, he has always show certain respect for his couple. So I don’t believe this means anything.

I understand some people don’t hold their loved ones’ hands if they aren’t sexually together, but not everyone is like that. I do hold hands with my friends, male and female, and my brother, and my mom, and my nices and nephews. So honestly? Some respect to the actors that gave us such an amazing fictional couple to care about, would be great

Not just that, but Danny Masterson is a very touchy and handsy man. So really, don’t take it so serious.

Now, another thing I understand is that people may think something happened. But as long as they say no, I believe them and I respect them enough to not gossip about it, especially so many years after these things happened and she’s married to one of Danny’s best friends if not his best friend.

To finish, some cute facts about their friendship because they are adorable:

  • It is said he took her to her prom, (EDIT 11/03/2017: IT’S REAL! Mila said it herself: “He was my prom date too.”, source)
  • But other people say this information its flase, that in fact because of filming, she couldn’t make it to her prom, so the cast took her to a club instead and he was her ‘date’.
  • EDIT 11/03/2017: on Mila Kunis’ words, about going to clubs with Dan as her date:  “[…] And Danny [Masterson] took me to my first club and bought me my first drink,” Kunis recalls. “He was my prom date too.” (source).
  • He was the one who told Ashton to kiss Mila, who had never kissed anyone at that point. Danny told him he would pay him 20 bucks if he did it. He did. EDIT: I’ve been told Danny told him to give her tongue in one of their early kisses in the show, and he would pay him. But Ashton didn’t do it.
  • That one time they appeared in MadTV in the CHiPS sketch with Wilmer Valderrama. His character spends half the episode flirting and touching Mila’s character. He grabs her boobs and her ass, and they just kind of roll with that (and she laughs about it, so). (source)
  • She participated in plenty of his Scientology acting events, there’s plenty of pictures of that, that are honest to god kind of cute.
  • During season 8 filming, she would still sit on his lap between takes and be with him most times. This was informed by peopel who went to the tapping of the episodes and suffered the season in live and direct.
  • They were very comfortable around the other, which make their on-screen relationship incredible. Their chemistry is something I feel added a lot to Jackie and Hyde’s relationship.
  • She said she felt Jackie became less shallow because of Steven.
  • He called her a ‘small russian fairy’ because she pretty as hell and well, she’s ukranian. The quote: “Mila is this awesome, really smart little Russian fairy.” (I haven’t found a source for it).
  • There’s lots of interviews with Danny happily saying Hyde became better around Jackie, because he is like the captain of the ship.
  • Added on 11/04/2017: I found that, while filming season 7, there was a special for the show that aired only in Canada. In it, Mila and Danny give their interviews together and spend most their time joking between them and saying things like, “I was like, look at all these cute guys!” “Me being the cutest” “Of course, Danny”. (source)
  • Added on 11/04/2017: From this same special, fans say Danny and Mila were smiling and talking to the other while in the background of a scene, and even after the director called ‘cut’, they kept like flirting between them and kissed a few times. This I don’t know how to take it, but… yeah. (source)
  • Danny answers lots of stuff on twitter. When asked how it was to kiss Mila he answered, “my work doesn’t suck” (source). He also bashes both, Kelso/Jackie and Fez/Jackie, and hate son season 8 every chance he gets because he bitter af like all of us. (source).
  • Added on 11/04/2017: He said Mila would totally guest star in The Ranch if he asked her nicely. (source). Which means they are still good friends. Makes sense since, like I said, Ashton is one of Danny’s best friend, if not his best friend.
  • This picture:

If there was ever something more than friendship between them, which I don’t believe, they have decided to mantain it with themselves and we, as fans, must respect that and their personal lives. So, better not gossip about it.

Thank you for your question! :)

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Overgrown Community Pool @ 11:34PM 

D(ANGER): PART I [Next]

anonymous asked:

hi hannah!! could you do some cute facts about the venus signs? thank you~

aries venus are always so giddy and giggly around their crush, they are so excited to be with them!

taurus venus are extremely good at comforting, and have a very soothing voice that can calm anyone down instantly

gemini venus loves to listen to their crush, and in general. they ask questions all the time and love hearing about your day

cancer venus is super caring and loves to give advice or help out crushes or loved ones. their heart is huge

leo venus loves to make their crush laugh. they love to entertain them and tell them stories and make them smile

virgo venus is very subtle, but their actions speak loudly. they are the type to bring you coffee at work or do something small, but very convenient for you to make your life easier

libra venus loves to charm and impress their crush. they are very gentle and loving, and let out their sensitive side just for them

scorpio venus loves to stare. a ton. they will stare at you and gauge your reactions and movements, fascinated with you

sagittarius venus are very open and honest. they will blurt out their feelings and thoughts, but their honesty is always appreciated

capricorn venus is very secretly sensitive. they do good deeds behind people’s backs and are very humble about them

aquarius venus can always turn an awkward situation into something fun. their energy is casual and light, and they are great with people

pisces venus have so many ideas and thoughts, and if you get to hear them, you are very lucky. their eyes light up when they talk about them

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.
—  ARH // The addiction of holding your hand
Boyfriend Series; Joshua/Jisoo

- 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”

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@hpqueernet | introduction event - @ginnyweaslcy, gay albus potter

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

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This Entire Time

 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.

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hansaera-art  asked:

Kiss Prompts; Breathtaking Kiss! And if it's okay with you, may I request for it to be as passionate as you can make it? :D and Solavellan pairing, please and thank you <333

Thanks for the prompt :D Hope you enjoy the little kiss snippet ;)

The night had been a long one.  The soft fabric of her dress feeling stifling against her skin.  She had thought that nothing could be redeemable about this place.  Cold marble.  Cold night.  Cold people.  Everything hard and shiney and a facade, a pretentious show put on for others, and her, the shining rarity.  The odd collectible everyone wanted their hands on.

Then, Solas had come to her.  Coming out as soon as the woman Morrigan had left.  He had leaned next to her on the railing, his voice that deep sing song that she found so soothing.  It was unique, like everything else about him, it didn’t quite fit.  Though oddly, it seemed to fit more here than anywhere else they had been.  Though she could not fathom why.

When he asked her to dance she thought of saying no.  Her feet were weary and her head pounded.  In truth, all she wanted at that moment was to bury herself in bed and then leave with first light.  But, when he bowed to her, offered his hand with a slight tilt of the head and soft half smile, so rare and beautiful; how could she say no?

So, she took his hand and they danced.  They danced as the music died away and then continued a bit more, their bodies moving to a kind of internal sway that was over them both.  He held her close and his body chased away all the cold, bringing her back to life and making her blood hot once more.

He bent his head to her ear, whispered so the words danced across her skin, “I wonder what would happen if I kissed you here?  Kissed you were any of those stuffed peacocks could see it.”

She laughed, “I’m sure it would be the scandal of the year.”

He shifted so he could look down at her, “Perhaps we should do a favor to Dorian.  I imagine he is tired of being the main focus of Mother Giselle’s displeasure.  Shall we give them something to talk about, Inquisitor?”

Then their eyes were locked and something passed between them, hot and white like lighting.  She knew there was no going back, both of them had been wanting and waiting for too long.  And she wanted his kiss, wanted it so she could hold it close like a treasured secret, a promise kept between them.

His lips brushed against her cheek, her nose, feather light but still she shivered, trembled beneath his fingers as he gripped her tighter.  

“Tell me to stop.”

“Don’t.  Don’t stop.”

She reached up, hands going to the back of his neck to pull him down to her.  Their lips met and his kiss was gentle, testing, soft.  A kiss that felt like he feared he might break her.  Not the kiss she wanted, needed.  Not now, not after tonight, not after she had waited so long for him to find her again like this.

Her hands moved to the collar of his clothing, fingers knotting into the fabric as she pulled him harder to her.  She opened her mouth, moaned, flicked her tongue out to press against his lips.  He gave a low rumble in response and then his hands were on her ass, pulling her flush against him as his tongue found hers and the kiss went from gentle to devouring.

He tasted like wine and heat.  The taste and sensations combining to make her head spin so she clung to him tighter in fear she might lose her balance.  Somehow, he had backed them up, pressed her against a wall, his leg found the area between her thighs.  Then he was pushing up, placing pressure on her most sensitive spot as he swallowed her moans like they were the breath of life to him.

This kiss was killing her, she felt like she was exploding inside.  It was too much, too consuming, too everything.  He was swallowing her whole and she knew that there would never be another like this, like him.  Even if they didn’t last after all this was over, this kiss would be the kiss that changed her.  The one that would never leave her and would settle itself deep in her soul.

She surrendered to this completely.  Gave herself up to him, rocked against him begging him to take more, take all of her, take everything until there was nothing left but this.  

Then, he pulled from her, breath hot against her lips as the both stood there, pressed together, panting and hearts racing.

She managed to speak through her breathlessness, “Kiss me like that again and I’m afraid the world will explode.”

He laid his brow to hers, the fingers of one hand coming up to tangle in her curls, “Oh, vhenan, mine already has.”  

Achluophobia: Friday

Title: Achluophobia: Friday, Part 1 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Notes:  A HUGE thank you to @bohoartist for holding my hand through writing this, sending encouraging feedback when needed, and just being a badass beta in general.  Media credit to @bohoartist as well. I don’t deserve you.  So much love to @kateyes224 my baeta, for polishing my words and making them better.


PROLOGUE

Yellowed porch lights from neighboring houses punch orbs of brightness into the colorless night that hangs heavily behind the living room windows.  

“Lindsey!”  Her mother’s voice carries down the stairs to the couch that Lindsey sits on.  Joey, her younger brother, glances at her over his tower of Legos that perches atop the coffee table.  Ignoring his glare, she pulls her comic book closer to her face, her eyes straining to make sense of the jagged lines of the drawings at a too-close distance.

“Linds!”  She hears her mother’s sing-song call again.

“Mom’s calling you, you should answer,” Joey says as he rummages through the plastic toy pieces in front of him, before settling on a long red plank and places it at the top of his creation.  Lindsey chuckles and rolls her eyes as she snuggles herself deeper into the couch cushions.  Her little brother is the personification of innocence with his bright blue eyes and freckled cheeks, both of which lend credence to his invariably angelic attitude.

“She’ll come down and get me if she needs me.”  She can feel his eyes on her still as she nonchalantly flips the page of her book and smirks.  “Lighten up, punk.”

In a flurry, their mother enters the living room with her arms full of dirty laundry and her curly mahogany hair wisping wildly in every direction.  Recently laid off from her job as a bookkeeper, her days are spent doing laundry, meal-prepping for the week ahead, and whirling throughout their house like an F5 tornado with a purpose.

“Didn’t you hear me calling you?”  she asks, her voice as weightless as the flowy blouse she’s donned.

Lindsey shakes her head ‘no’ as her little brother speaks.  “She did.”

“Tattletale,” Lindsey mumbles. Joey shrugs.

Their mother sighs, and then chuckles as she flits around the furniture, dusting here and there with a stray sock.  “Linds, you really need to remember to blow out your candles before falling asleep.  You’re gonna burn the house down.”

“I like the light,” Lindsey responds as she flips a page of her book.

“Well, then we can get you a night-light.  A night-light won’t catch the curtains on fire.”

“Mom!  I’m fifteen, I can’t have a night-light.  If my friends saw that, it would be like freaking social suicide.”

“Language, please,” their mother warns.  “You know I don’t like it when you say freaking.  That’s just another variation of a cuss word, and we don’t talk like that in this house.”

“I have a night-light,” Joey offers.

“You’re eight, no one cares if you have one,” Lindsey replies.

“Linds, being afraid of the dark, at any age, is nothing to be ashamed of,” her mother says as she crouches and begins to pull stray socks from underneath the couch, tucking them to the heap of clothing under her arm.  “I know plenty of adults that sleep with the bathroom light on.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark!”

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deranged

“Move.” You hear someone mumble behind you in an low and irritated voice.

You turn around startled by their rudeness. He was looking right at you his face  clearly annoyed. He made your nervous right away. He was good-looking, the type of good-looking guy you only see in movies or models. His features were sharp and perfect. His hair was a nice shade of brown, it wasn’t that dark or that light and you liked the way it slightly covered his eyebrows. He had on a grey cardigan and white button up underneath, with some black slacks clearly showing he had a good sense of fashion. A backpack hung lazily off his left shoulder showing he was a student just like you.

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Cold Nights.

// Here’s this smol little bean of a short story.

Yes, this is going to be short.

Sorry not sorry (but yeah it’s going to be really short, so sorry about that)

Title: Cold Nights.

Warnings: Non.

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 newest plans.

“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.

“What?”

“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.”

Teenagers

(A/N): I’m sorry this is so short but I am sorta proud of it even with it’s small length so! 

Request:  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

Warnings: none


Originally posted by insanityofthemoon

  
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,” 

i can’t stop thinking about what kind of criers dan and phil would be. i feel like dan’s crying would be a slow build up. his eyes just get watery at first, and he tries so hard to keep it in, but eventually the tears start cascading down his cheeks. he’d get a runny nose and his forehead would crease out of frustration because he hates crying, but he does it all the time. when his crying hits its peak, he’d be a blubbering mess, wiping furiously at his tears and constantly blowing his nose. he doesn’t like to be comforted while he’s crying, but when he’s finished and all that’s left is tear stained cheeks, he’d cling to the closest thing, preferably another person that would play with his hair, rub his back, and comfort him quietly.

phil on the other hand is a quiet crier. it happens really suddenly because he’s not afraid to be emotional and soft. his tears build up and he doesn’t try to hold them back. his eyes get red and puffy, and he tries to wipe away the tears quickly with his sleeve. he gets sniffly, but hides it by taking deep breaths through his mouth. his eyes are glossy and doe-like when his crying reaches the climax. he likes to be held the whole way through, even if it’s just someone holding his hand or resting a hand on his knee. physical contact calms him down and helps him feel more real. his favorite thing is when people rub their fingers up and down his arm, it nearly lulls him to sleep, but it distracts him from whatever it is he’s crying about.

The One That Got Away [Chapter 7]

Originally posted by jypnior

Chapter 7 of The One That Got Away

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut


Your heart dropped to your stomach as nausea crept over you. How did you not know he was seeing someone else? Your job was to promote them. You definitely would have known if he had a girlfriend.

And furthermore… why did JYP send you all those signals to reach back out and make up for lost time if Jaebum HAD A GIRLFRIEND? Why didn’t Jinyoung tell you before you foolishly traipsed over here, hoping that you’d see him and sparks would fly?

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that-one-ninja-fan  asked:

For the one word prompt :) Klance, 35

35: goodbye

Before every operation, Lance had this brief moment of panic. 

Will I never come back?

Will one of my friends not come back? 

Will I ever see my family again?

All of his regrets would twirl around his mind, weaving in and out of his thoughts until he could practically hear himself speak them. 

He regretted not becoming closer with Pidge before being ejected into space. He regretted calling himself Keith’s rival when he wanted so much more. He regretted not being the teammate Shiro wanted, or Allura for that matter. He regretted not being a better best friend to Hunk. 

He regretted that he didn’t get to say goodbye to his family. 

Before hopping into Blue, sometimes he wondered if he should tell his team goodbye. Just in case. Tell them to make it out of the battle alive, tell them to go home and see his family. Tell his family Lance loved them with all of his heart. 

He would open his mouth, to say what he wanted to say. How much he admired Shiro, Allura, Coran. How much he cared about Hunk. How much he wanted for Pidge. How much he admired, cared about, and wanted the universe for Keith. 

Then he would slam his mouth shut, make a comment about seeing them on the other side, and hurry to Blue. 

Something felt different this time. Big fight, hundreds of fighters and hundreds of battle cruisers. He knew they’d fought worse, but he didn’t want to have even more regrets…

…just in case. 

He turned to search for the team, words brimming against his lips. They had already gotten to their lions, except Keith, who adjusted his armor. 

“Keith!” Lance called. 

Keith turned to him, curiously. Lance breathed in, out. He would get his words across. 

“If I don’t make it out of this one, tell my family I said goodbye,” he requested. “And tell the team how much I care about them.”

Keith’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?” he asked, horror lacing his voice. “What do you mean, not make it out? Lance, you aren’t going to die.”

Lance laughed nervously. “Oh, yeah. I know. But, like, it doesn’t hurt to play it safe, you know?”

Keith hurried to him, eyes frantic. He grabbed Lance’s shoulders, shaking lightly. “You will make it out. You’ll see the team again, and your family. I promise. I couldn’t take it if something happened to you.”

Lance’s eyes widened in surprise. “Keith-”

Keith furiously pulled Lance towards him, slamming their lips together. It wasn’t a sweet kiss by any means, it was furious and terrified and desperate. Yet somehow, it was perfect. 

Lance could barely breathe, and Keith pulled away before he could kiss back. Keith licked his lips, looking away with red cheekbones. 

“This isn’t goodbye,” Keith said, determined. “If you go down, I’ll go down with you. The whole team will.” 

Lance was frozen, limbs numb and unmoving. When he could finally piece thoughts together, he murmured, “I…yeah, okay.”

And with a gentle smile, a genuine smile, Keith stepped away to go to his Lion.

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GOT7

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You’re out at a bar and he sees someone eyeing you up and hears them talking about what they would do to you

You being comfortable enough to walk around the house with little clothing like very short shorts for example and a tank top *

You find them crying due to stress/hate/other problems and trying to comfort them *

They encourage you for your finals *

You walking out of your boyfriend’s (GOT7 member) in just a tshirt and underwear without realising that all the other members are watching and you reaching up to get something // also their reaction // (woah that was long) *

You being dressed really well for an event *

You giving them the silent treatment *

When another guy ruffles is gf/crush’s hair telling her she’s cute *  

You being able to speak English *

Them being jealous of your friendship with BTS *

They begin to fall in love with their best friends’ girlfriend *

They begin to fall in love with their girlfriend’s best friend *

Them falling in love with their best friend *

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JB leaving for the military and you (his gf) watching leave and not knowing when you’re going to see him again *       

You have an argument cause of his temper and end up leaving for a while and Mark regrets it, gets super sad and begs you to come back to him *


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Kinks *

On tour *

Coffee shop*

The type of school mates they’d be *

Festivals/Concerts *

JB let me bless your timeline real quick  (gif)

Dating!GOT7:

Jaebum

Mark

Jinyoung

Yugyeom

Jackson

Youngjae *

Bambam *

Vampire!GOT7:

Jaebum *

Mark *

Jinyoung *

Yugyeom *

Jackson *

Youngjae *

Bambam *

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Jaebum *

Mark *

Jinyoung *

Yugyeom *

Jackson *

Youngjae *

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Mark *

Jinyoung *

Yugyeom *

Jackson *

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Bambam *

BTS

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Soulmates*

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Best friend *

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Kinks*

The type of school mates they’d be *

Festivals/Concerts *

Tae coming off stage and giving you a hug

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Jimin *

Taehyung 

Yoongi *

Jungkook *

Jin *

Namjoon *

Hoseok *

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Jimin *

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Yoongi *

Jungkook *

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MTL

BTS & GOT7 mtl likely to date a petite girl

This post started out as a response to @linkspooky​‘s meta about Mutsuki and it grew completely out of control so now it’s it’s own post. But please read that meta first [x]

First of all, I agree that Mutsuki’s sheer brutality, in parallel’s to Juuzou’s, is a way to further show the kind of institution the CCG is, though I’m not sure I used the exact same logic. Here’s how I see it:

In TG we are shown the CCG as supposedly hesitant to let Juuzou be an investigator, and we see a CCG that is doing it’s best to curb his violent impulses. The specific nature of Juuzou’s recruitment makes it seem like the CCG was hesitant to use his violence because of his lack of morals, and Shinohara was trying to give him a second chance. 

So we are set up to think that the CCG does care about the morals of its investigators, to an extent. 

Of course, even in TG, we see the CCG exploit Suzuya’s ability and test his potential. We see that they are willing to use it during the Aogiri raid.

But because of that recruitment scene, and because of Shinohara’s specific personality, we are set up to think this isn’t the sort of thing the CCG seeks out. Even if we know that the CCG takes advantaged of traumatized kids and their anger, in TG it isn’t so explicitly made clear exactly the lengths they will go. 

Mutsuki’s narrative shows us that. TG:Re started hammering that in even before we knew Mutsuki’s backstory. The Quinx were all kids from broken homes who all agreed to such a surgery for reasons any moral organization wouldn’t except. Saiko didn’t even sign her own consent papers. 

But Mutsuki’s actual backstory makes it even more clear. The CCG doesn’t actually care about morality or the moral character of its investigators. They just need people capable of committing the violence the CCG perpetrates. They don’t care why that violence is committed, as long as it is. 

Showing the extremes of Mutsuki’s instability and violence is a way of hammering home just how little the CCG actually cares about this stuff. 

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