thank you for letting me do this :p

anonymous asked:

Could you pretty please make opening number 18 with Natsu looking absolutely dashing in his suit and shades? 12/13th second in the song. If there's time to add in the group portrait of the guys standing that'd top it off! That ends around 18th second. But really, Natsu with that fierce stare and I'll love you forever. Many thanks! P.S: I think your blog, consistency and rapport with requests is fantastic. Thanks for everything you do.

hi, I’ve actually posted that gif already! Natsu does look fierce and handsome mmmhm

also, thanks for letting me know the exact seconds! you’re a doll ♡ ♡

Updated Masterlist | 4.23.17

{Every time I update, I will change the date }

T O M  H O L L A N D 

Dating Tom Holland Would Include
You and Me
A Total Mess
More Like Her
Hands to Myself
Honest  |||  Part Two 
Tom & OFC
Prank Imagine 
Ex-Girlfriend Interview Imagine
Lovey Dovey Interview Imagine
Celebrity Crush Interview Imagine
Dressing Formal Imagine 
Thanking Tom Imagine
Facetiming Tom Imagine

P E T E R  P A R K E R 

Let it Grow 
Atoms
Just Smile
Secrets
Stay Away
Savior
Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman
Closed Door
Rain-Check
Finding You Outside Imagine
Finding Out Imagine
Finding Out (shorter version) Imagine
Project Help Imagine ||| Part Two 

J U G H E A D  J O N E S 

What Do You Feel ||| Part Two 
Black Sheep 

A R C H I E   A N D R E W S 

Misplaced Trust
Never Alone

C H R I S  E V A N S 

Stolen
Stone Cold Sober
Far From Boring 
Fatherhood Interview Imagine
Father Chris Imagine
Spilling The Beans Imagine
Taking Off Shirt Imagine
Giving In Imagine
Meeting New Boyfriend Imagine
Laughing Game Imagine
Divorcing Chris Imagine
That Look Imagine

S T E V E  R O G E R S 

Age Of Ultron Imagine
Asking For Permission Imagine
Disagreeing Sokovia Accords Imagine

S E B A S T I A N  S T A N 

Drunken Nights
Simple Hello  ||| Part Two
First We Had  ||| Part Two
Parting Ways
Annoyed Imagine
Don’t You Do That Interview Imagine

B U C K Y  B A R N E S 

Doll
Ghost 
Flawed
Brain Scrambled Imagine
Steve Telling Bucky Imagine
Afraid To Leave Imagine
Finding Out He Killed Imagine
Sent To Kill Imagine

T J  H A M M O N D 

She’ll Be The Death ||| Part Two 

J E F F E R S O N 

Wildflower

S H A W N  M E N D E S 

Roses

H A R R Y  S T Y L E S 

War Is Love |||  Part Two
Reaction Imagine
Caught In Interview Imagine

E D D I E  R E D M A Y N E 

Three Words
Panicked Interview Imagine
Platonic Interview Imagine
Platonic Interview Part Two Imagine
Costar Imagine

N E W T  S C A M A N D E R 

Newt Dating a Muggle / No-Maj
The Greatest Creation |||  Part Two
Yer A Wizard
I Wouldn’t Mind / OFC
Talking About You Imagine
Amazed By You Imagine
Dramatic & Sick You Imagine

E Z R A  M I L L E R 

Low-Cut

C R E D E N C E  B A R E B O N E

My Credence Plea
Under The Mistletoe
Monsters Lyrics
Helping Him Imagine
Helping You Imagine

D R A C O  M A L F O Y 

Bite The Hand That Feeds
Last Straw
Change Of Heart

H E R M I O N E  G R A N G E R 

Flustered Times
Good Advice
Crush Imagine

F R E D  W E A S L E Y 

Sentimental Gift Ft. George Weasley
Lost & Found
Take Care Imagine

S I R I U S  B L A C K 

The Return Of The Jackal
Son Imagine
All This Time Imagine
Getting Killed Imagine

R E M U S  L U P I N 

Sneaking In Late Imagine

H A R R Y  P O T T E R 

A Nervous Wreck
Dumbledore’s Army Imagine

H P  A E S T H E T I C S / M O O D B O A R D S 

Slytherin 
Slytherin 2
Herbology

S C O T T  M C C A L L 

Innocently Deadly
Finding Out Imagine

S T I L E S  S T I L I N S K I 

Denying You Imagine

P E T E R  H A L E 

Being The Reason Imagine
Leave Me Alone Imagine

S P E N C E R  R E I D 

Being Late Imagine
Your Voice Imagine

A A R O N  H O T C H N E R 

Jack’s Favorite Babysitter Imagine
Jack’s Favorite Part Two Imagine

SENTENCE STARTERS (life-threatening/dangerous situations)

“ Thank you, but I could’ve done it myself somehow. “
“ I seriously don’t know what I would’ve done without you … “
“ So, that’s your thing, huh? Risking your life saving strangers? “
“ That was close! “
“ Do you realize how crazy that was? You could’ve get yourself hurt! “
“ That was fun! Let’s do it again sometime! “
“ There’s no way I’m going back in there! “
“ Wait! You can’t just leave me like this! “
“ It hurts… P-please… just make it end… “
“ I thought I’d never see you again! “
“ Thank god, you’re alive! “
“ I thought you were dead! “
“ You! Don’t you EVER do that again! “
“ Why are you still here? “
“ Just leave already … “
“ Can we please just keep moving? “
“ Why are you always so damn stubborn? “
“ And that’s exactly the kind of attitude, that’s going to get you/us killed. “
“ I don’t want to say I’ve told you so but … I kinda did. “
“ Don’t you remember? “
“ What happened? You look awful! “
“ Would you please just let me take a closer look? “
“ It’s nothing. I’m fine! “
“ Take it off! I can’t help you, if I can’t see it. “
“ We’re going to die. Simple as that. “
“ Just… stay still! It won’t take long. “
“ This might hurt a little… “
“ Please don’t die on me! “
“ Get it off your mind! I’m not leaving you behind! “
“ Don’t move! I’m going to get help! “
“ So, I guess that’s it. There’s no way out of here. “
“ We’re stuck! Give it up already! “
“ We’ll find a way. We always do. “
“ WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! “
“ Please tell me that’s not your blood! “
“ You’re bleeding! “

things i’ve wanted to tell my friends of certain signs

aries: i couldn’t wish for a better friend, but sometimes i want you to listen to me rant. just bear with me on my feelings, though you may not agree don’t look past it. talk to me.

taurus: i’ve always loved talking to you and i understand that you know you’re right, you probably are - but don’t be afraid to be wrong. open up to change. it adds a lot to your life.

gemini: i could listen to you talking for days, but i think i shouldn’t. for the better of both of us, you should learn to listen. i get that you don’t want to agree with me, but i can’t keep saying it’s fine.

cancer: i wish you would want my attention as much as i want yours. you manage to peak my interest with the most meaningless things. i also wish you’d be less moody, because it doesn’t seem like you’re trying

leo: from all the best friends i’ve had, you’re the one i miss the most. i genuinely felt loved when i was with you, but i think us parting was for the best. you wanted to control my life and if you hadn’t left, i would’ve let you.

virgo: you were my last best friend i’ve lost and you picked the time i was already on the ground, just to kick me a bit further. you changed when i wasn’t ready to do so yet, but that encouraged me to do the same. thank you for that, i’m happy we’re growing closer again

libra: thank you for wanting to spend time with me and making me smile. i’m sorry i let you out of my life but we took different paths and it’s for the best. even though we don’t fit together, it was always so easy to talk to you

scorpio: you’re another person i need more than you do me. i see you there and i can’t figure out what you’re thinking - and that’s what makes me love you and hate you at the same time. i think if you had let me in, we could have been happy

sagittarius: you love making me feel loved and that’s why you’re a person i need in my life. i sometimes feel like you don’t understand me completely, but i’m thankful you’re always there for me

capricorn: thank you for never ignoring me and always listening. you’re the one i go to when i want to talk to someone and i always feel welcome, though i wish you would come to me every now and then to talk. but till then i’ll come and spill my own problems on you

aquarius: when i’m down i long for the day i see you, because you’re my weirdest friend, who knows a lot though you don’t get credit for it. i know we barely ever agree but i’m happy we can still always talk about it.

pisces: you’re the one that always tries to make me feel welcome when i don’t. you’ll always laugh at my jokes and it feels genuine, because i just think we’re on the same level all the time. but i think you should speak up sometimes, people want to hear what you think

7

“Don’t trap me inside walls
Where I can’t see, no
If you won’t have me, then let me go”

//SCREENSHOTS FROM WILSON(Expensive Mistakes)//

//Honestly, I love how Patrick always found a way to bring this plastic hand up during music videos, even after The Youngblood Chronicles ended.//

//Okay… Where do I sign??//

//Yes would you look at that… Just look at it.//

//Okay that face made me laugh..//

//YESSS OMG OMG OMG… JUST YES//

//Pete had us like…//

//No Patrick… Stahp//

//Okay I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love this//

//I had more but Tumblr wouldn’t let me add anymore//

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Young Blood by @glaciya

***Please full view*** the last piece drawn for the @dcubang​ event!  Thank you to Glaci for the lovely fic and amazing inspo… and most of all for letting me live my dream and draw these boys on a sexy piece of machinery ; D woowoo! ilu Glaci thank you again <3

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Clearly Not Dead (Loki x Reader)

Note: I had so much fun writing this! It’s the first time I’ve written the Guardians but they’re great and I hope that you like it! Please let me know what you think! Based on this anon request:

Hello!!! Could you do a loki x reader where they were married but after Loki ‘died’ she left Asgard and went to earth? And then when infinity war rolls around Thor gets her to come help fight and when she sees Loki again she totally trashes him in front of all the avengers/guardians? Thank you!! I love all your work!!!!

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               "I am Groot.“

You ran a hand through your hair trying to comprehend the utter strangeness of the day. First a portal in the sky. Then out of the blue you received a message from Thor, the prince now King of Asgard, saying he’d be arriving soon to pick you up. Now you were on a spaceship which, despite the protests of the man that owned it, Star Munch or something, definitely hadn’t been cleaned recently. And you were talking to a tree.

Turning to the racoon, momentarily feeling bad for the poor creature, at least until you remembered how rude it had been on your arrival, you waited for the translation. Rocket - you were pretty sure that’s what one of the others had called him - was busy improvising some kind of weapon and didn’t look up when he explained, "He says he hates your hat. She’s not wearing a hat though, you idiot. Hey. Don’t get angry at me because her head’s shaped weirdly. Maybe if you looked up from that stupid game of yours more often you’d notice these things! I told Quill it was a bad idea to let you have it.”

               "Thor!“ you exclaimed, running over to him and throwing your arms around his huge frame, grateful for the distraction from that frankly bizarre conversation. As thrilled as you were to see him, you certainly wished your meeting had been under better circumstances. Pulling away, you ran your eyes over him with a smirk. The eye patch. The short hair. It actually kind of suited him, but you certainly weren’t going to let him know that. "My prince, I’ve missed you.”

               "King.“ It was well hidden - you certainly wouldn’t have been able to recognise it if you didn’t know him so well - but there was slightly sad note to his voice. Whilst you didn’t know it yet, he had lost everything but seeing you alive and well gave him a tiny flicker of hope. Brushing the sadness aside, he said, "While you’ve been here on Midgard, you missed an awful lot.”

               "You know better than any why I had to leave Asgard.“

Rubbing the back of his neck, Thor scrunched up his face and said, "Yeah… About that…”

               "Brother, I do believe…“ That oh-so-familiar voice slowed to a halt as its owner stepped up onto the main deck and laid eyes on you. "Y/N? Is that you?”

You stared blankly at Loki wondering what sort of elaborate illusion this was. You looked between the crew of the Milano, searching for any sign that they too could see your husband - your husband that was supposed to be dead.

They didn’t seem surprised that he was there, at all; in fact, the only thing about this entire situation that convinced you it could actually be happening was Gamora’s complete and utter distaste when she looked upon Loki.

Crossing the deck, you stopped just in front of Loki and poked him in the chest. He certainly felt solid enough. Convinced he wasn’t an illusion, you slapped him as hard as you possibly could. “How dare you do this to me, Loki.”

The heavy silence was broken by a surprisingly excited, “I am Groot?”

               "What?“ you hissed, whipping your head around to where the adolescent tree and his furry friend sat. Realising that you were practically growling at the pair, you took a deep breath to calm yourself and repeated, "I’m sorry. What did he say?”

               "He wants to know what the trickster did to deserve that. And if he can hit him too.“

               "Now, darling, let me explain…” Loki began.

You pulled a dagger from your belt and threw it at him, a warning for him to stop talking immediately or face the consequences. The blade caught his cheek as it flew past, drawing a neat line across his skin. Catching his smirk, you whipped another knife from your side, your fury returning with full force. “If you call me that again, I swear you won’t like where this ends up.”

Almost proud of your threats, and believing entirely that you would follow through every word, Loki grinned, “My beautiful wife.”

               "You don’t get to call me that anymore, Loki. Not after everything that I’ve been through since you died saving your idiotic brother on Svartalfheim. No offence, Thor.“

               "But he is clearly not dead,” Drax pointed out, earning him a piercing glare from not only you but practically everyone else on the ship too. Looking up from the enormous knife he was sharpening - such a nice blade, in fact, that you were actually considering stealing it, if only to stab your husband with - the oblivious man asked, “What? It’s true, is it not?”

               "Maybe for now,“ you said, your face darkening. "Do you have any idea how I grieved you, Loki? Everywhere I turned I was reminded of you and every wonderful place we’d ever been together seemed tainted because you were no longer there to share the joy. Asgard, for all its beauty, was dead to me. I had Heimdall send me to Midgard - Midgard of all the miserable places in the universe! - just to get away from the daily reminders that you were gone.

               "And now I find that you were alive for all that time, no doubt enjoying your life while I grieved the loss of my beloved husband! How could you do this to me? I accepted you for all your faults, of which there are many, and I forgave your trespasses when others could not. I thought we were in this together, Loki, but I see that I simply overestimated your affection for me.”

               "Dick move, dude,“ Quill yelled, having heard your shouting all the way from the cockpit.

At the same time, Gamora stepped forward and handed you back the knife you’d thrown earlier. With an almost gleeful smile, she suggested, "Look on the bright side, Y/N; since he’s not dead, now you get the chance to kill him yourself.”

It suddenly seemed to dawn on Loki that you may actually be furious with him, rather than the mild exasperation you used to reserve for him. He took a tentative step forward and said, “Now, darling, let’s be sensible about this…”

               "When have you ever been sensible, Loki? No, Thor, let’s see if he can do this on his own.“ You were actually quite enjoying watching Loki squirm under the scrutiny of the entire Milano crew, each wondering whether the trickster - who they knew to have worked with Thanos, the very man you were off to fight - had any redeeming qualities.

               "Y/N, I’m sorry,” Loki breathed, the words so quiet that you only knew he’d spoken because his lips had moved.

You turned around, no longer able to face him or find a morsel of humour in the situation. “I don’t believe you.”

               "He means it,“ a soft, almost childlike voice said. The woman immediately jumped away from Loki, lifting her hand from his shoulder and leaping across the room like nothing you’d ever seen. Cowering behind Drax, she apologised, "I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

               "Don’t ever do that again!“ Loki shouted. "I will not have my mind muddled by an insect!”

               "How dare you speak to the poor girl like that!“ you screamed, closing the space and shoving him against the wall with ease. "You are above no one, Loki. If you remembered that there are people that care about you so deeply that it tears them apart… That you don’t need to be above us and actually treated people with the decency they deserve then I’d…”

Loki pushed you backwards, the challenge in his eyes clear. “You’d do what, Y/N?”

               "Uh, guys,“ Quill called down from the cockpit. "Sorry to interrupt wherever this was going but I think we’ve got company.”

Peering out the window, you saw the Sanctuary come into view. You tensed at the sight of the looming vessel, sure that if this was going to be your last battle that at least it would be glorious. You felt Loki slide his hand in yours and knew that, even after everything he’d put you through, you would always be able to rely on your husband in the end.

Starting Over

Chapter One: Lost and Found

Pairing: Prinxiety, Roman/Virgil

T/W: None? I don’t think there is any, most of this is fluff

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Summary: Moving to a new town and basically restarting your whole life sucks. No place to live and no job, Virgil wouldn’t say his life is the best until he meets a single dad and his two sons.

A/N: Hi everyone, my name is Bear and I write trash. I had this idea for an AU for a while but I never posted because I suck at writing. I had some encouragement from @a-valorous-choice and some others so I decided to just post it and hope for the best! I hope you all enjoy it and If you do and you want me to continue, then let me know! I have a ton of ideas for this AU! Enjoy (p.s OMG THIS IS LONG. I DID NOT I TEND IT TO BE THIS LONG)(Also a big thank you to my Beta! @josephine-norman!)

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To say life sucks was an understatement, for Virgil life was a living hell. Being kicked out of his bo-Ex boyfriend’s apartment and onto the street was bad but also being fired because you just so happen to date the boss’ son was even worse. To make matters worse, their family was so well known and respected in his home town that made finding a job there impossible, which is why he’s here.

In a new town that he knew nothing about with nowhere to stay, except for the sleazy hotel, and whatever cash he had saved up, which wasn’t much. He’s been job hunting since he got to town and he would like to say things were going well but considering he was just kicked out of his latest interview, he knew it wasn’t true.

“Excuse me.” A woman pushing a shopping cart asked him, bringing him out of his thoughts. He muttered a quick apology before stepping out of her way. He gave his surroundings a quick once over. Why was he at the grocery store again? Dinner, right. He couldn’t really afford to eat out and the hotel didn’t have a proper kitchen so he had to settle for microwave food…yum.


He sighed before scanning the wall of freezers. He walked by each one, scanning it’s contents before realizing he was at the end freezer. Don’t really need ice cream he thought. He was about to step away from the treats before something caught his eye inside. He opened the door, shivering slightly at the sudden temperature change, and received the foreign object

“Well you aren’t ice cream.” He told the stuffed rabbit. It looks extremely worn down. The left ear was hanging on by a thread and the once vibrate colored shirt was dull and stained. No way this is for sale. Maybe I should trash it? Virgil thought but then shook the thought out of his mind. No, It has to belong to someone right? A kid or something.

“Maybe I should hold ont-You found Mrs.Fluffybottom!” His sentence was interrupted by a child’s sequel. He turned his attention to the source of the sound. A little boy, clad in a bright blue shirt and a wide toothy smile, came running over to him. He chuckled before crouching down the boy’s level.

“Yea…might want to take better care of your stuff kiddo.” He grins happily at the little boy. His face was peppered with freckles and his bright blue eyes shined with wonder and excitement. His thick black glasses only amplified them. He clasps his hands in front of him and teeters back and forth on his heels. He looked guilty.

“I didn’t mean to lose her. I promised daddy I’d take super duper good care of her..but I lost her.” He pouted at the end of his sentence, warming Virgil’s heart. This kid is too cute.

“…Well what daddy doesn’t know can’t hurt him right? Here ya go, bud.” He smiled at the boy while extended the stuffed rabbit to him. He squealed at the toy before taking it and hugging it close to his chest.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He repeated as he bounced up and down slightly. This rabbit..Mrs.fluffybottom must mean a lot to him. Virgil chuckled at the name and the boy’s excitement.

“She…uh..she means a lot to ya huh?” The little boy nodded enthusiastically, he zipped down his grey hoodie placing the toy inside with him before zipping it up again.

“Now she won’t run away.” He said happily with the same wide smile. Virgil chuckled softly at the little boy’s cuteness. “She was daddy’s when he was little like me.” He added, beaming up Virgil.

“Guess she’s important then. Lucky I found her for ya. ” He suddenly started noticing how young this boy was. He couldn’t be older than six. Virgil glaced around the aisle. He frowned when he found it empty, expect for him and the kid. Where the hell are his parents?

“Yup! Daddy would’ve been really mad if I lost her. He said only big kids like Lolo get to bring toys to the store. I told him I was a big kid and-yea kiddo, speaking of your dad…where is he?” Virgil felt kinda bad cutting the little one’s story off but he had to know. He couldn’t be all by himself. His parents had to be here somewhere.

The boy tilted his head slightly before looking around the aisle. His face fell when he realized he was alone with Virgil. His lip began to quiver and Virgil could sense the tears before the came rolling down his chubby cheeks.

“I-I don’t…don’t k-know.” He sniffled between words and rubbed at his eyes. Virgil’s heart sank when his smile disappeared and now the tears, he wanted to help him. He hated to see him cry.

“Hey, hey come on buddy…no need for tears ok? Want me to help you look for you dad?” He gently brushed the shaggy brown hair that fell in front of the boy’s face. He gave him a warm smile, as warm as he could be with a crap ton of eye shadow on. He mentally cursed his sense of style, thinking he scared the little boy even more, when the boy shook his head.

“D-daddy doesn’t l-like stran-strange-strangers.” He hiccupped between his words but Virgil was partially glad that his tears weren’t as frequent. He thought for a moment. He couldn’t let him wander off by himself. Who knows what could happened to him? Virgil grinned at him when a thought came to him.

“…Then I won’t be a stranger.” He held his hand out for the boy to take. “I’m Virgil, call me Virge kiddo.” He tried to be as warm as possible to help convince this boy to trust him. He was concerned about his safety. His smile widened when the young boy giggled before taking his hand.

“My n-name’s Patton….but Lolo and daddy call me Pat sometimes.” He said while rubbing the last bit of water from his eyes. “Can..can you really fi-find daddy and my brother?” He asked between sniffles. Tear tracks stained his face, Virgil lifted a hand and wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

“Course I can Pat. Come on.” He stood, stretching a bit, and held his hand out for Patton to take. He looked at Virgil’s hand and then back up to Virgil. He stretched up his arms to him, he wanted to be picked up. Virgil hesitated a moment, he really shouldn’t touch Patton but he couldn’t tell him no, so he leaned down and picked up the little boy. He shifted him to his hip as Pat pulled Mrs.Fluffybottom from his hoodie and hugged her close.


They searched around the near aisles, by ‘searched’ Virgil means walking down each and every aisle and asking Patton if he sees his family which always resulted in a no. They had made it to the other end of the store, closer to the front, before Virgil asked him again.

“See him Pat?” There were about three men in the aisle and none of them had another child with them so Virgil knew the answer. Patton lifted his head from Virgil’s shoulder, he was getting tired fairly quickly, and shook his head. No, again. Damn.

“…Alright. Don’t worry buddy. We’ll find hi-…hey come on Patty. Don’t cry kiddo.” Virgil saw the same fat tears roll down his cheeks and it broke his heart. Pat laid his head back down on his shoulder before mumbling something.

“You gotta speak up buddy.” Patton sniffled and opened his mouth to speak but a sob came out first.

“I-I w-want dad.” He said again, clearer this time but still full of tears. Virgil sighed. Where the hell could his dad be? Was he even looking for him? He gently rubbed up and down Patton’s back to comfort him.

“I know you do buddy. I promise I’ll find him ok? I’ll make sure you get ho- Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. We have a lost child somewhere in the store. We’re looking for a little boy, aged 5, wearing a bright blue shirt and grey sweatshirt. If you have seen this child or have any information, please report to the customer service desk.”

Both boys beamed as the listened to the announcement made over the speaker. Patton perked up and began bouncing in Virgil’s arms.

“That’s me! That’s me!” He squealed. Virgil chuckled at his excitement before quieting him down. People were staring and whispering to each other. What were they saying? What if they think he took Patton? What if they get security? He felt his anxiety taking over before calming himself down. Patton came first. He had to make sure he was safe. He could panic later.

“Y-yea buddy. That means your dad’s looking for you.” Patton beamed at him with his toothy smile that Virgil grown to love. He was sad he wouldn’t see it again. “Why don’t…why don’t we get you home huh?”


It only took a few minutes to reach customer service desk but it felt longer with Patton bouncing up and down constantly. Virgil almost dropped him a few times. After calming him, Patton decided to hum happily to himself instead. As Virgil nears the desk, he could immediately point out the boy’s father. His back was to them as he angrily argued with the woman behind the desk, most likely about Patton. Virgil couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying. His eyes landed on the young boy by his side. He was pacing and looked extremely concerned. That must be Pat’s brother. As if Patton heard his thoughts, he noticed the boy at that exact moment and let a loud and happy "Lolo!“

The boy, 'Lolo’ froze and turned in their direction. Virgil could see the concern melt away from his face. He took off towards them. Patton squirmed in Virgil’s arms and with a small chuckle he set him down to reunite with his brother.

"Oh my god Pat.” His brother said when they reached each other, embracing one another. They pulled away a bit after and his brother grabbed his shoulders.

“Don’t you ever do that again! Dad and I were so worried about you!” He told him sternly, his voice wavered meaning he was on the verge of tears. Virgil heard a small sniffle and knew Patton was as well. Virgil took a good look at Patton’s brother. They looked very similar but his eyes were green and he didn’t have as many freckles. He was also much older, maybe around 10 years old but he was quite tall. He wore a plain black polo and the same black glasses as Patton’s. Virgil diverted his attention back to Patton when he heard another sniffle.

“I’m sorry Lolo.” He sounded guilty and Virgil saw him bring his hands in front of him. The same thing he did when he spoke to Virgil. He heard his brother scoff and embracing him again while muttering.

“At least you’re safe." The moment was cute and Virgil wishes it went on longer but it was interrupted by a very loud and worried sounding call of  "Logan!”


The three of them look to the source and found the man arguing with the desk lady had turned around. He must have noticed his son, Logan, was gone as well. Both boys called back to their dad and he turned to them. Virgil saw his eyes widened before rushing over to them. The two ran to him but their dad had covered most of the distance. He embraced both of his sons before picking up the youngest, holding him close. He was close enough for Virgil to hear.

“Oh my goodness. Patton. My darling…I thought I had lost you, my little prince. Thank god you’re safe.” He held Pat close and kissed his temple. Virge heard Patton mutter something, most likely an apology, because his dad spoke again.

“Oh no sweetheart. it’s alright. You just scared me, it’s alright sweetheart. Don’t run off like that again, you understand?” The dad pulled Patton back so they were face to face. Virgil saw the guys white shirt was wet and frowned a bit that Patton was crying, again. He was happy they were together again.

“I’m sorry daddy.” Patton muttered and his father’s stern features softened. He pulled him in once again. Virgil knew where the boys looks came from. His sons were like smaller younger copies of him, with some differences. The dad didn’t have glasses and he had one hell of a jawline, while Patton still had his baby fat for obvious reasons. The man had the same green eyes as Logan and the same freckles as Patton. He was taller then Virgil by just a few inches, Virgil was around 6'0 so he had to be at least 6'4. He was also very robust and Virgil couldn’t help but stare. Virgil was brought back to reality by a tug on his jacket. He looked down a bit and found Logan looking up at him, his head tilted just like Patton’s.


“Did you find my brother?” He asked. His voice was only slightly child-like. If Virgil hadn’t been looking at him, he would have thought Hot Dad was speaking. Virgil chuckled. He brought his hand to the back of his neck.

“…Well..actually, he found me.” Logan nodded in understanding. Hot Dad looked in their direction but it seemed like Patton was falling asleep so he kept quiet, slightly bouncing him. Logan held his hand out for Virgil, adjusting his already perfectly straight glasses.

“Thank you and I’m Logan. Patton’s brother.” He said with only a slight smile. He seemed too serious for a kid. Virgil didn’t like it so like any reasonable adult, he decided to mess with him.

“Oh, so you’re little Lolo.” Virgil said with a smirk. He saw Logan’s face scrunch up in distaste. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“I am not little and my name is Logan. L-O-G-A-N. Not Lolo. Pat’s the only one who calls me that and I do not like it.” He huffed out a breath before turning his head away from Virgil. Before Virgil could speak, Hot Dad interrupted.

“Lolo, don’t be rude.” He said sternly but with a hint of playfulness. He was obviously messing with him too. Logan groaned and turned to his father with a whine.

“Dad….I’m a very serious person and Lolo is not a serious name.” He stated. Hot Dad chuckled at his son before shrugging at Virgil. Virgil grinned at him before kneeling down to Logan’s level.

“Serious person huh? You don’t look serious.” He said. Virgil glanced down at his own attire and decided something right then and there. He was already reaching for his dark blue tie when Logan piped up.

“Well I am. I’m smarter than all my kids in my class.” He said proudly, with a small smile. Virgil chuckled before removing his tie completely. He popped the first few buttons of his black dress shirt and didn’t miss Hot Dad’s glance. He chose to ignore it for now. He focused on Logan once again.

“Well…here’s a little tip for ya Lo.” He threw the necktie over him and buttoned up his polo. He quickly tied the tie, making sure it was secure but not tight.

“Serious people wear neckties.” He finished with a smirk. The tie was a lot longer on Logan then himself and it somehow suited him more. His smirk turned into a smile when Logan’s face lit up. He grabbed the tie and examined it in wonder.

“Really? I can have it?” He asked excited, he shared a rare smile but quickly covered his mouth. Virgil noticed he had a slight gap between his front teeth. Wasn’t that cute? Virgil never thought he’s seen someone get so excited over a tie, especially a kid. Virgil nodded and laughed at his excitement.

“It suits you more then me. I got plenty others” Ok, well that was a lie. He had like two other ties but he wasn’t going to tell Logan that. Not after how happy he had gotten, the poor kid probably never gets excited about things. He heard a deep laugh from above and stood up to full height to see Hot Dad had moved closer to them. Patton was most definitely asleep.

“Thank you. That was sweet of you.” He said with a blinding smile. Virgil temporarily forgot how to breath but quickly regained his composure and hoped Hot Dad didn’t noticed. He cleared his throat.

“Uh..yea..yea. It was nothing. Like I said I got others,so…not a big deal.”

“Not to you maybe, but it is to Logan.” The young boy in question didn’t seem to be paying attention to them, too fascinated by his new piece of attire. They both chuckle at him before Hot Dad shakes his head in realization.

“I seem to have forgotten my manners. You know my sons names but not my own. Roman Sanders.” He introduces himself. He holds his hand out for Virgil to take, a recurring thing in this family. Just like the boys Virgil takes his hand.

“Virgil Thompson.”

“Virgil.” Roman repeated the name as if testing it and damn did it sound good coming from him. Virgil swallowed hard then cleared his throat. Was it hot in here? Roman spoke again, a bit quieter as to not wake his sleeping son.

“Well Virgil Thompson, I have to thank you. You returned my son to me and you don’t know how grateful I am. Truly.” His voice so smooth and almost regal and Virgil loved it. He couldn’t listen to him talk all day if giving the chance. He scratched the back of his neck again.

“It…It really was nothing. Couldn’t let Pattoncake there wander off by himself.” Roman chuckled at the nickname.

“Pattoncake huh? Didn’t take you the type to like dad jokes?” He grinned at him, his green eyes shined with amusement. Virgil chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Didn’t you learn not to judge a book by its cover? I don’t act like how I look.”

“Oh really? So you’re not the stereotypical high school bad boy type?” Roman asked with a smirk. He readjusted Patton on shoulder just bit.

“More like that awkward kid in the back of the class that never talks to anyone ya know?” He shrugged slightly. The truth never really hurt him and he was, ironically, confident in his awkwardness.

“Oh don’t I know. That kid was exactly me in high school.” Roman laughed and looked away as if recalling memories. Virgil let out a breath in disbelieve.

“Pffft you? A loner? I doubt that. You don’t look the type.” Roman smirked.

“Didn’t you learn not to judge a book by its cover?” He repeated. Virgil opened his mouth to speak but closes it. He made a face of agreement which made Roman laugh and soon he followed. Virgil looked down and Logan, who was still mesmerized by his tie, and then glances at Patton who was sleeping peaceful in Roman’s arms. He spoke without thinking.

“They’re beautiful by the way. They look just like you” He froze for second. Did that count as flirting? Was he flirting with a dad? Was he married? Oh god he’s probably married. I’m a homewrecker. He quickly stammered out an addition. “Y-you and your..uh wife must be p-proud.” He gave an awkward smile .

Nice going, Virge. He’s gonna hate me. He’s gonna know I hit on him and hate me. He has kids. He’s probably not interested in guys. He’s probably straight. He’s prob-..wait was he..laughing? Virgil raised an eyebrow at Roman’s response. Roman chuckled once more before addressing him.

“Uh..I don’t have a wife and….I don’t think I’ll ever have one. I’m not seeing anyone right now actually. I’m gay but I am proud of them. My greatest joys in life are these two right here.” He said, while ruffling Logan’s hair. Logan whined once more and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it. Virgil nodded.

“..Oh..uh good..I mean…Me too….uh..The gay n-not th-the other part. I-I mean not that you shouldn’t..shouldn’t be proud of them. I meant that uh..” He was cut off by Roman’s laughter once again. Great, he thinks you’re an idiot. Virgil swallowed as Roman’s laughter dies down. He’s slightly panting from laughing and having to keep it quiet for Patton’s sake.

“You-You are amazing. Goodness, why haven’t I meet you before?” Roman asked, running a hand through his hair. It seemed to fall back in place perfectly. Virgil looked down, slightly ashamed and ran a hand through his own.

“Well..uh..I’m kinda new around here. Moved in last week.” He admits, sheepishly. Was Roman gonna think he was strange…well stranger then he already is. Was he going to think he was some out of town freak? He literally wore a leather jacket to a job interview. Who does that? Virgil, apparently.

“Ah, of course. I’m sure I would have recognized that pretty face of yours if I had seen it before.” Roman smirked. Virgil felt his cheeks warm up and he thanked himself for wearing foundation today. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was a nervous chuckle.

“I..uh..I’m us-usually not this uh open and…talkative. I’m just…ya know…trying to find my way around town ya know?” Virgil chuckled nervously. Roman nodded in understanding. He seemed to think for a moment then grinned at Virgil.

“How about I show you around? I grew up here so I would like to think I know my way around town.”

“Oh no no, I couldn’t ask. I can find my wa-oh come on.” Roman stepped closer. Virgil can hear Patton’s soft snores. Virgil lost his breath for a moment. Roman’s eyes weren’t just green. They had flakes of gold and a blue ring around them, up close they were a beautiful sea green .

“Think of it as a thank you. You found my son and returned him safely to me. The least I can do is show you around town. Besides I wouldn’t mind spending a bit more time with you.” That damn smile. Virgil’s knees felt weak but he kept his face plain. His voice may be a bit breathless but no one had to know why.

“I…I mean I guess. If-If you want too.”

“Great. It’s date then.” He said with s grin.

“Uh a platonic friend date, yea. I-I just got out of a…ya know so um..I’m not really looking for.” What are am I saying??? Who cares about Devin. This guys is hot, And gay, And single, AND INTO ME. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?  Quick, say something before he-

“Don’t worry. I understand. Breakups are hard so I’m alright with being your friend…for now.” He said with wink. Virgil blushed deeper. He was about to retort until Roman’s bomber jacket was tugged on.

“Yes love?” He asked his eldest. Logan looked up, guilty at his father. He probably didn’t want to interrupt the conversation.

“I’m hungry.” He said simply. Roman pulled out his phone and checked the time.

“Well it is dinner time. Sorry darling. We’ll leave in a bit ok? Just hang on a moment.” Logan nodded and Roman addressed Virgil once more.

“I’m sorry. It seems I have to go. I hadn’t realized how late it was.” Virgil was already waving off his apology.

“Don’t. Kids come first. I understand.” Virgil shuffled awkwardly. He didn’t want to keep Roman here. His kids were more important.

“I uh I gotta go too anyway.” He turned to leave before Roman stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Virgil raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Did you think I was gonna let you walk away before I got your number?” Roman chuckled out. His phone was already in his hand. Virgil’s eyes widened for second before taking Roman’s phone and putting in his number. He didn’t really think Roman was serious. He handed the phone back and Roman sent a quick text to Virgil. Roman smiled when he heard Virgil’s phone buzzed.

“I’ll text you later then?” Roman asks, he looked hopeful. Virgil cleared his throat and nodded.

“Uh yea..yea sure. Just uh…make sure these two are taken care of first.” He chuckled nervously at the end. Roman chuckled as well and readjusted Patton. He extended his free hand down and Logan took it in his own.

“I always do. I’ll see you around Virgil.” With that he turned and walked off. Logan waved back at him, his new tie waving with each of his steps. Patton lifted his head slightly, he seemed half asleep still,and waved back to Virge. Mrs.Fluffybottom was held tight between him and Roman.

“..Yea…see ya around.” Virgil replied but the family was already gone. God, he was falling for the Sanders already.

this is for @clotpolesonly‘s birthday (which was like a week ago BUT SHE DIDN’T TELL ME SO IT’S HER OWN FAULT HER PRESENT IS LATE) but jess i hope you like this and i love you!!!!

Also on AO3

Title: Get The Cake (And Eat It Too)

Derek’s terrified.

It’s not like he’s never been on a date before. He’s gone on a lot of dates: with people from real life, people from the internet, blind dates courtesy of Laura – but never before has he been this fucking terrified.

Because this is Stiles.

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And I Thought You Might Be Mine

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Written by: Nai | @hiddenpolkadots
Prompt: Tol: is that my shirt?
Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: … no
words: 2500


Bellamy is aware that living with Clarke was going to come with some challenges.

(Or, as Octavia put it, rather excitedly, “It’s going to be a total fucking shitshow, and Raven and I have a bet going on who would commit murder first.”)

But despite their friends utmost certainty that things were going to crash and burn within the first week, they’ve been happily living together for the past six months, so he made sure to tell them to suck it after they hit the two week mark, because he’s a responsible adult.

That isn’t to say that it’s a walk in the park either. He and Clarke still argue about every little thing, but that’s just how they communicate. Now they just add arguing about domestic things such as whose turn it is to do the dishes, or why hasn’t he taken out the trash yet into the mix as well. He maybe likes it a bit too much, but no one needs to know about that.

He’s also become privy to a lot more of her quirks which- he likes to think that being friends, or at least acquaintances, with Clarke for over four years meant that he knew her fairly well, but once they move in, it becomes a whole other story.

For example, he learns that despite being left handed, she brushes her hair and teeth with her right, she always has to keep a full cup of water on her bedside table at night, and she needs more pillows than necessary to sleep.

Perhaps the most interesting quirk of hers is that she’s always stealing his clothes, all the fucking time.

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rhys: i have a high lady 

thesan: i have a high lord 

helion: well i have a high lady AND a high lord. who’s laughing now, losers

daughter-of-rowan  asked:

As requested, I'm checking in. I'm doing better; there was some good advice in the reblogs and also a website I've checked out but not properly used. At the moment, I'm enjoying watching my daughter play with her new mini Spirograph set. She's the best thing I've accomplished, and she's proud to call me Mommy, so I can't be all bad.

Thank you for letting me know you’re doing better! It makes me feel good, and it’s an important reminder to all of us who live in the Super Happy Brain Club that we can and will get through our bad patches.

And you’re not all bad. I don’t know you, but I’m pretty confident that you’re not even a little bit bad.

Please hug your daughter and tell her that you love her. Those moments are gone so quickly, you’ll wish you did it more when she’s a teenager and you are SO LAME.

towercursed  asked:

hey there! i just want to let you know that i'm amazed with the series finale! i was so worried that fred's behaviour was going to brushed over, but you and your crew has done a fantastic job on making him apologise and firmly admit it was his fault. thank you so much for gifting us with this. it means more to me than i can ever explain, and all i can do is promise to support this series in any way i can, along with pass on my sincerest thanks.

Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk a little about this subject.
SPOILERS AGEAD… OBVIOUSLY… FOR THE SEASON FINALE OF TANGLED “Secret of the Sundrop”

The truth of the matter is that from the very beginning the first season was ALWAYS meant to be about Dad and his heart. I’ve always said how big a fan I am of the original movie and, just like EVERY ONE ELSE, I was incredibly moved by the brief yet powerful moment we spend with The King & Queen. As a father of two teenage daughters myself and knowing that you should always “write what you know” I chose to focus this first season on something I struggle with personally, every day. Seeing my daughters as powerful, capable, responsible young women.

For so much of their lives, my job has been to protect them from things. Not from a selfish perspective, but rather from a place of indescribable love for them. It’s taken me SO long to see them both as the adults that they are becoming and not the little girls I once played with on my lap. And King Fredric is going through the same challenges… in a fairytale way of course. The last time he saw Rapunzel, she was this innocent baby in a bassinet. He doesn’t really KNOW Rapunzel as a woman. So he’s treating her as if she was still a baby in need of protecting. He missed those important days of her life, he feels responsible for losing those days. So, like me, he’s grasping to hold onto those memories of her.

I know that I can be very immovable in my ways, so I chose the rocks (in THIS season and in THIS WAY) to represent her father’s heart. There has been a (hopefully) clear parallel between Dad and the Rocks this season. In the early episodes he was happy and complaisant with having her home. His job was back to being her protector. Locking windows, arresting anyone who could possibly pose a threat. But as soon as she showed signs of her independence, he started to feel uneasy. Remember his reaction to the proposal? It’s no coincidence that his action of shooting up out of his seat mirrored the rocks shooting out of the ground.

So he became more “immovable”, “unbreakable” in his position of having low expectations of her. Ribbon cutting, was a great example of how he saw her role in the kingdom. Passive. But Rapunzel chose this opportunity to shine in a way he never expected. Capable of much MORE.

Which lead us to the mid-season. Queen for a Day, where he started to give her more responsibility. Started to show her what she would be doing as a leader, BUT still expecting her to do things HIS way. The family business. Without talking to her about what SHE wanted. So even though things turned out well for everyone, at the end he still thought Eugene needed to take care of her should something happen to him. He still hadn’t changed his way of thinking. And neither did the rocks.

So, cut to the finale. The Rocks are becoming more active. But always only pointing in ONE direction, the castle. They are SO stubborn. And the king makes one final desperate move to do things HIS way, locking Rapunzel up instead of seeing her as PART of the solution… still seeing her as a child and not as a powerful asset to the entire kingdom. And that ends up hurting him even DEEPER. Arianna is taken.

It is only when he comes clean to her, after he is broken down, after he feels he’s lost them both and after Rapunzel comes to HIM that finally share with her the truth. That he’s scared. He’s scared of losing her. But it’s Rapunzel, not the baby in that bassinet but the woman in front of him, that ultimately shines. Now she has her OWN issues of believing in herself that I can talk about later, but it’s DAD that finally changes his viewpoint. Remember the BRIEF shot of Eugene wanting to run to PROTECT Rapunzel when she was holding the rocks at the end, seemingly in danger? Who did we put there to stop him? Who has grown so dramatically from OVERLY protecting Rapunzel to the point of confinement to this point? Dad, he stops Eugene in an effort to communicate “This is what she was meant to do. She doesn’t need us to protect her, she needs us to HELP her. And right now, all we can do is watch.” And what do the Rocks do at that point? They change their direction. Having ALWAYS pointed left during the entire season, at the same time he does. They did the same thing Dads heart did. They tore down the thing that, in HIS eyes, has been holding her back. Giving her the freedom to be the woman she was meant to be, trusting her 100%.

People often ask me, “Couldn’t Rapunzel have left Corona whenever she wanted to? Why did she need her fathers permission?!” She never needed her fathers permission. She’s 18! She can do whatever she wants to do! But another thing she is, is honorable. She KNOWS her father loves her in a different way than Gothel. And again, I can speak to her issues in season one later. But it’s important to point out that she never NEEDED his permission. She CHOSE to stay and try to do the things she was asked from a perspective of love and respect rather than the guilt that motivated her in the movie. The rocks did their job. And I will even say that VARIAN (obviously) did his job. Getting people to see the things that were changing right in front of their eyes. Again, more about Varian and his story later.

The King had literally NO WORDS in the movie, but he spoke volumes with his performance and expression. To me he, had spent 18 years bottling up his emotions. The movie was about Rapunzel’s journey and not his. It didn’t make sense for him to blab on about his feelings. But because this whole first season revolved around his evolution as a father, I thought it was necessary for him to be clear about what his feelings were to Rapunzel. He had spent too much time bottling them up, and I wanted his words to be as honest and vulnerable as he had ever been. Clancy Brown did a PERFECT job of expressing his heart. I love that guy! If you ever get a chance to rewatch the season, it’s much more clear knowing how we told the story from this particular perspective.

Now as much as I talk about the Rocks and how, in season one, they reflected the King’s heart, I don’t want people to leave this season thinking that’s all they do. They clearly have a new job. And there was obviously WAY MORE going on in this season than just this, but I thought it would be nice to shed some light on Dad’s season one arc.

Hope this answers your question. None of this was an afterthought. All of the writers and directors knew exactly what I wanted to do and everyone pulled it off SO beautifully! Sitting in the couch Saturday morning with my two great kids, I could not have been more proud of the episode, looking at them watch the King say the things I say to them daily. I hope fathers watch this show with their kids and realize that they are growing up in ways we could never imagine. We can do what we can as fathers, but ultimately it’s up to them to take their OWN steps toward their own futures. Couldn’t possibly be more happy with the season. I hope you guys were too!

See ya next season!

-C

anonymous asked:

hello, if you could do a culinary au with chef!Jin and his rival (the reader) and they're both competing for some kind of prestigious chef award…that would make me happy for the rest of my life pls&thank you……💞💞

this is so cute (and im trying to compensate for jin content LOL)

  • you’ve never been in a cooking competition before, let alone cooked for a live audience of people that wasn’t your immediate family or close friends,,,,,,
  • but as nervous as you thought you would be - you’re not,,,,,all your nervousness has been gouged by your competitiveness towards the only other person standing beside you
  • kim seokjin
  • he’s the proud owner of many awards, he’s graced the cover of cooking magazines, you’re pretty sure some girl fainted behind the judges when he’d walked in
  • and all of the glitz and glam, his handsome smile and wave toward the wave of cheers that erupted once he took the spot next to yours
  • it made your blood boil
  • so what if no one knew your name? you might have been a rookie but you weren’t one to lose - no matter the challenge
  • and when seokjin has returned his gaze to you, sizing you up with one measly glance - that had broken the straw atop the camel’s back
  • he wasn’t going to even offer a greeting? ask your name? where you that much of an easy hurdle in his eyes
  • so now you were flaming, half not even listening to the host of the competition introducing you two, taking double the amount of time to talk about seokjin than he had about you
  • nope, you’re tying your apron around your waist a little tighter, clenching your fist at your side and waiting for the judges to tell you and seokjin what they wanted you to cook
  • “the theme is,,,,,,,,italian. you’re free to do anything, as long as it’s italian.”
  • words start running through your head, gnocchi, carbonara, risotto, god damn breadsticks
  • but even as you’re processing, you see seokjin start rushing to grab ingredients - already on the warpath to victory
  • do pasta! any kind of pasta!
  • your head screams, but you see seokjin grab a bag of fettuccine 
  • “what will you be making chef kim?” the host runs beside him as seokjin starts plucking fresh cheese from the pantrey
  • “classic fettuccine alfredo!” he grins and you feel yourself start sweating
  • ok- we can’t do pasta, that’d be too boring - to cliche ok ok what else whats the other thing that’s italian - OH
  • you turn around on your heal, rushing into the pantry as well. you get a hold of some dough as fast as possible and then start looking for artichokes
  • “artichokes? what’s going on here?” the host calls from near seokjin and you grin
  • “pizza quattro stagioni.”
  • seokjin freezes, looking over at you “you’re making four seasons pizza? in the time frame that we have?”
  • you give him a sharp smiles, “i didn’t want to go small and make some spaghetti.”
  • with your little jab thrown in, you start getting to work
  • you don’t focus on seokjin, this pizza of yours has to perfect. especially since it’s not just one kind of pizza - it’s like making four pizzas in one
  • but as you start prepping dough, slicing mushrooms and olives and all the usual
  • you feel yourself falling into your grove, pretending that you’re not being watched by others or seokjin but that you’re in your little kitchen having fun
  • seokjin is doing the same, but his concentration breaks just a bit as he checks over on you
  • you look determined, sleeves rolled up - eyes blazing with passion
  • he’s done a lot of these before and usually people just get discouraged by his presence as their opponent
  • but you look like you’re high on it, delving into a real chef mode and seokjin has to admit
  • he’s just the tiniest bit impressed,,,,,,,,perhaps how cute you look chopping those mushrooms is a plus too but he’ll think about that later - you know, when he still wins this 
  • the time ticks by, the host blabs about this or that ingredient and the judges are all worried about you and your damn four seasons pizza
  • when it’s almost over, sixty seconds you’re doing your best to slice your pizza equally, decorate it with the right amount of toppings on each section
  • and make it actually look presentable - because when seokjin finishes, fifteen seconds before you and the limit
  • you see his plate of pasta and it’s beautiful,,,looks like it should be beside the mona lisa
  • finally, you hear stop and you drop the last amount of basil you were holding before letting out a content sigh
  • you finished,,,,,,,,,but you hadn’t got to taste the ending product
  • your dish and seokjin goes to the judges, you stand beside him - noting his stature again
  • how lean and fit he is, but how broad his shoulders go - the curve of his jawline is that of a models and you have to tell yourself that who cares if he looks like that, he’s the enemy. he’s what’s between you and that trophy he’s -
  • “i have to say, chef kim made a great dish, a beautiful dish even. but ,,,,,,,the pizza is so good and the variety of toppings? it’s like the ones you’d find in italy i gotta go with the pizza.”
  • the other two judges nod, and you almost feel like you’re hearing it wrong
  • “sorry to say chef kim looks like you’re second this time.” the host tilts his head, and grins at you “which means you are our winner!”
  • you hear the crowd gasp, almost in disbelief - but still there’s applause
  • and you feel your hands tremble when the trophy is set in them and you turn to look at seokjin
  • who you assume must be fuming,,,must be so pissed to have a title stolen by a competition rookie
  • but he’s not,,,,,,,he’s smiling - warm and genuine
  • he pats you on the back gently “pizza is better than pasta today at least!” 
  • you feel your heart thump a bit when his warm hand stays on your back for just a second
  • and after you’re done taking photos and talking to people about the win and your pizza, you notice seokjin packing up his cooking tools
  • you walk over, asking shyly if you could shake his hand before you go. you two didn’t get to do it at the beginning
  • he puts his tools down and offers his hand, but when you take it he picks it up and gives it a kiss
  • “im sorry i didn’t introduce myself, that was rude. you can call me seokjin.”
  • you blink, eyes casting down and your face turning red
  • just hours ago your dislike for this guy was fueling your win - but turns out he’s,,,,,he’s just so charming??!?
  • you mumble your name and seokjin let’s your hand go 
  • “i don’t suppose after the competition you’re hungry?”
  • “well - i- i didn’t actually get to eat my pizza so,,,”
  • he grins, clapping his hands together
  • “well then, would you mind getting dinner with the loser?”
  • his tone is joking, at least about the whole loser part but the dinner invitation is quite serious
  • when you agree he goes “we can go anywhere,” he crinkles his nose “just maybe not italian you know - for my pride and all hehe” 
Riverdale’s Romeo & Juliet Part II - Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by the-red-and-black

A/N: WHOAAAA! Was not expecting such a response to my last post. Thank you so much for all of the love! <3 I am flooded with requests, followers (I’m gonna follow back!), and just so much positivity. If you guys want to be included in the tag list, let me know! I, unfortunately, won’t be writing/taking other requests because senior year of high school sucks (:P) and I want to focus on writing this first before I venture to other topics. 

I hope I don’t disappoint with part two. You guys are amazing. Sorry that it’s shorter (I’ll make part 3 longer). Based on my schedule I most likely will be doing weekly posts/updates.

Thanks once again, sorry for the long A/N hehe.

Part I

Word Count: 888

Warnings: None

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“What’s a Northsider doing here? Did your fancy little GPS in daddy’s favorite car get you lost?”

You could feel your heart beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings as he stares you down. You’re a person with average height, but his towering build easily makes you feel like a dwarf. As your eyes quickly flit to his crossed leather-clad arms, you notice the numerous rings adorning his fingers and can’t help but think how much your face would hurt if he punched you right now.

Then you see it, as he cocks his head slightly to the right. The mark on the left side of his neck is undeniably distinguishable, resulting in your eyes widening in shock.

Crap, of course, your mind registers as you process the infamous tattoo. They’re Serpents!

However, your heart isn’t racing because you’re scared, although you do admit that you’re slightly frightened. You haven’t feel this alert in days, a sudden jolt of electricity coursing through your body and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. During these past weeks of experiencing Riverdale everyone you’ve met seems dead…lifeless…

Except him.

“Cat got your tongue, Northsider?” His lips tug into a lopsided smirk, totally aware that the amount of time you’ve spent staring at him far exceeds the normal limit.

You fold your arms defensively and roll your eyes, attempting to dispel his smug tone while also trying to ignore the shivers you got when he smirked at you. “I’m here to talk to Jughead, not you.”

He raises an eyebrow again, slightly surprised that you actually responded. “Well, he’s not in the mood, Northsider.” He turns to a silent Jughead, whose lips are set in a hard straight line as he intently watches the scene in front of him. “Right, Jones? I’m curious though…how many girlfriends did you leave behind?”

The tall boy’s eyes meet yours again as he quickly glances at you from tip to toe, a devilish, challenging glint to them as they await your next reaction. “She’s definitely different from your other chick.”

“Sweet Pea, leave the girl alone,” interjects the pink-haired girl, exasperation evident in her face and voice.

But you certainly won’t let him off that easily. His last words make your blood boil, and you feel the need to accept his challenge. In fact, you welcome it. “Sweet Pea, huh? Is this your ‘sweet’ way of treating other girls? Wouldn’t be surprised that you’re just some lonely, jealous perv.”

You didn’t think it was possible but suddenly the boy closes the small gap between the two of you, to the point where you lose your footing while stepping back and almost fall down. His face flashes with annoyance, and you wonder just how in the hell such a short-tempered person got paired with an innocent nickname.

“Jesus, you’re all the same! Privileged snobs who think you’re all better than––”

“SP, stop!” yell Jughead and the other girl, using brute force to push him back.

You step further away, suddenly aware of the fact that everyone else has stopped their activities to see the scene unravel before them. How does nobody hear your heart beating out of your chest? Because you certainly do.

“You’re insane!” you exclaim at the trio in front of you, your finger pointing exactly at the raven-haired boy.

“Well, the feeling’s mutual,” Sweet Pea retorts back, bangs covering his pissed-off face as his fists clench so tightly. He’s never punched a girl before but you sure were asking for it, and boy, was it tempting.

“Y/n, leave. Now.”

You blink at Jughead’s order, taken aback at his words. His response was quite the opposite of how he had treated you before; when you, Archie, and him were younger and someone had broken something or taken another person’s toy, he always defended you, even if you were the culprit or in the wrong.

And at this moment, you are so in the wrong.

If it were any other time you would be feeling embarrassed, but it’s rather the opposite. Your body is a confused mess of anger, curiosity, and excitement. This Sweet Pea has your interest piqued, even if he’s currently annoying you. The electricity that coursed through you earlier is still present, if not amplified.

You’d never act like this, even if provoked. You don’t know if it’s because of the place you’re in, or him, but you definitely aren’t yourself.

What is wrong with me?

With that question nagging your brain, you and Jug exchange one last look before you curtly nod and turn away, beginning the walk back to your car.

“Yeah, go back home Northsider! Better not see you again!” Although you had only met him less than ten minutes ago, that voice unmistakably belongs to Sweet Pea.

Yet you can’t help but laugh at it. Because it no longer sounds angry––rather, it sounds as if he’s challenging you once again. Like he knows this won’t be the last time he sees you.

As you begin to enter the parking lot you raise your hand high enough in the air and proudly flip him off.

Because you know you’re bound to cross paths again. And, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re excited for the moment that you do.

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Breaking the Winchesters

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 541

A/N: This was completely unplanned and I blame @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for everything that is to follow. But congrates I am posting 2 things tonight. This and part 2 to my GoT series in a bit.

I forced @percywinchester27 to beta this idiocy for me, so thanks for letting me be bossy and being a good girl, doing what I ordered Ana :P ;)

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Dean stood with his phone pressed against one ear and the gas pump in the other, completely frozen as he tried to process what Y/N had just said.

“You broke my brother?” Dean asked dumbfounded only to have Y/N hiss back at him through the phone.

“I didn’t say I broke him! I said I can’t get him off the floor!”

Dean couldn’t help but smirk now, trying to imagine what the hell Y/N had asked Sam to do to throw out his back. She had been on a cleaning rampage the past few days trying to catalogue everything in the Bunker. Sam knowing the place inside out had taken the heat of it while Dean had managed to sneak out on supply runs every once in awhile.

“So what you are saying is, where the British dickbags and freaking Lucifer failed, little Y/N succeeded,” Dean teased while getting back into the Impala, holding the phone away from the his ear, fully expecting the scream that appeared right on cue.

“This is not funny, Winchester! Get back here, and help me get your brother to the freaking hospital, you idiot,” she bellowed through the phone, “and I didn’t break him!” She concluded before hanging up the phone and Dean could no longer hold back his laughter.

“Poor Sammy,” he chuckled heading back towards the Bunker, with a smirk plastered on his face.

Dean headed inside as soon as he parked the car close to the entrance of the Bunker, grumbling to himself when he realized he probably had to carry his moose of a brother up and down two flights of stairs to get him to the hospital.

“Y/N? Sam? Where the hell are you?” Dean called out into the seemingly empty library.

“Down here!” Y/N answered, followed by Sam’s whining, telling her not to let Dean see him like this. Dean let out a chuckle as he headed down the hallway towards Y/N’s voice.

“Y/N what are you doing in your ro… OH GOD!” Dean turned around the second he walked into the room, but it was too late. The sight of his butt naked brother lying on the floor, face down with the ass in the air was already seared into his brain.

“Great! Forget hell, this one is gonna give me nightmares,” Dean grumbled, “get some goddamn pants on him,” Dean shuddered, quickly heading for the whiskey in the library before he knew he had to return to his nightmare and help his idiot brother off the floor.

“Dean it’s not what…” Sam called after him, making Dean close his eyes from the mental exasperation before yelling back, ignoring Y/N’s gigglefit.

“I don’t wanna know!” Dean yelled back before his eyes landed on an old ‘mating rituals’ book laying on the table. It was open on a page with the image of a man and a woman contorted into the most awkward position Dean had even seen, and he could no longer hold back his laughter.

“Points for trying, Sammy,” he chuckled, heading back towards the room, hoping his brother’s ass wasn’t the first thing he was gonna see this time. Nightmares aside, he was never gonna let his little brother forget this one.

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