that i tried to make silly

ok you know that ‘make the princess laugh and you can have her hand in marriage’ thing?

imagine so many come in.

they try, so hard, to make her laugh.

she just sits there, morose, ignoring every man who tries to coax a smile.

one day she’s sitting on the balcony. she just looks so sad.

of course that little thief tries to make her smile.

a girl who goes through the (semi public) royal gardens every day to pick flowers, even though technically only the royal family is allowed to do that. 

she sees the princess while she’s picking them up to sell on the streets, and she’s just… so sad. this princess needs someone to cheer her up.

and she tries. she’ll do silly dances when she comes in, she’ll bring up frogs from ponds and act out comedies, she’ll make flower crowns and exaggerate just how hard it is.

the first few days, the princess doesn’t even look at her.

then she starts noticing. this girl, trying so hard to cheer her up. she probably hasn’t even heard of the hand in marriage thing, she doesn’t know she’s trying so hard for nothing.

but she does it anyway.

one day, the princess starts talking to her as she does these things. “You do know that it’s useless?”

“What?” the thief says. “No way! I’m going to get you to laugh!”

“The best jesters in the kingdom have tried, don’t bother,” the princess declared pessimistically, staring down at the girl.

Then the thief puffs out her chest, “Of course I am! I’ll find the best jokes, even better than the jesters have found! I’ll… fight a fire breathing dog for them!”

There’s no laugh, but the corner of the princess’s mouth twitches. it’s sad how she thinks she can make me laugh…

the girl keeps trying, for years, making more silly stories and trading flowers for jokes rather than food or money. the princess slowly realizes the girl is getting closer and closer, asking her for responses in knock knock jokes and encouraging her to speak when she wouldn’t respond immediately.

the princess eventually had the girl hanging from her balcony, holding on tight to the rail and feet wedged between the columns, grinning and telling yet another iteration of that already old chicken joke.

the princess has been smiling, slightly, but she mostly just looks unresponsive. the girl is happy, it’s better than looking so sad, like she had been years before.

the girl moves on to puns, pointing at the exotic lunch the princess was eating. “Why do the melons have to go to get married? They cantaloupe!”

“You only know that word because of me,” the princess snarks, but there’s a small smile there, a bit of happiness. This little flower girl, this thief has grown into an amazing friend, a wonderful person who genuinely just wants to help. she doesn’t know of the deal, only nobles and jesters could know, not the commonfolk.

“Well, it makes quite the pun,” the girl says, proud of her joke. a smile! what an accomplishment!

“Say…” she continued, “What would you call a princess who got swept up in conversation a thief?” she pulled a flower out of her pocket, waving it in front of the princess’s face. the princess’s eyes crossed to see the flower before they rolled at the obvious setup.

though, it was interesting that it obviously involved them.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, sighing in preparation for another horrible pun. “What?”

the girl grinned. “A pretty theft!” she exclaimed, ticking the flower against the princess’s nose.

the princess froze for a moment, stunned. she had been complimented a million times over, called graceful by etiquette instructors, been called beautiful by many a suitor, been called wonderful by her mother before… she stopped thinking about that. 

she had never been called pretty.

she burst into laughter at the commonplace compliment, as if she was some sort of milkmaid who had somehow grown up to be good looking! it was ridiculous, the notion, yet somehow it had her blushing all the same.

then she suddenly stopped, realizing what she’d done.

the flower thief was staring at her in amazement, a blush of her own speckling her cheeks. her flower tilted out from in front of the princess’s nose, as if it had it’s own amazement.

“Wow…” the girl breathed. she’d never heard something so beautiful in her life.

The princess was silent, knowing what she had just done. She had just laughed for the first time in years.

The girl may not have been aware of the arrangement, but she was quickly swept up in it. A maid had heard the laughter and burst in, to find the thief and the princess, caught up in each other’s eyes, reveling in what had just happened.

The wedding was beautiful, a flower filled affair, a wonderful nod to how it happened. The king was so happy to see his daughter with someone who made her smile for once, tearing up as they were wed.

The princess’s laugh was still incredibly rare. She still had a hard time smiling. But a well timed joke from the girl– no, her wife– and another flower that had a hidden meaning behind it, than maybe, maybe you would hear it.

After all, the princess had finally laughed with the one she loved.

i swear tho if Lance does become the black paladin i want blue lion to like, give him away

like Lance will come to blue when he finds out that he has to pilot the black lion and he tries to go into blue but blue won’t let him in and he thinks ‘oh no she thinks i don’t love her anymore she’s rejecting me, just like everyone else has’ and

he hears this sad rumble in his mind and chest and a low soft voice echoes inside him that says “my silly pilot, you will always be welcomed back”

but Lance makes this broken noise and thinks “then why won’t you let me in?”

and blue lion whines small and deep “bc, dear cub, I’m afraid if you do, i will not be able to let you go”

then, with utter delicacy, blue lifts one paw and places it in front of lances chest and nudges him back

“find your leader and then come back. until then….”

and lance’s mortification and awe, blue bows her head to him. and the tears start streaming down his face, only able to stand there in complete silence.

“lead us to victory. black paladin.”

more silly ladynoir things

continuation of this 


  • chat noir, after being possessed by an akuma: oh my god please tell me that we didn’t make out and i forgot about it again!!
    • ladybug: no
    • chat noir: oh thank god
    • chat noir:
    • chat noir: …just checking that’s still off the table right?
  • when they were really bored, ladybug tried to see if she could use her yoyo to hypnotize chat noir. she was honestly convinced she was uncovering his repressed memories of being an orphan from italy until he admitted that he was just messing with her. 
  • sometimes when chat noir is getting into a really good spar with an akuma he’ll shout for ladybug to take two minutes to video tape it really quick with her compact
    • ladybug: why?????
    • chat noir: because i wanna see how cool i look later quick before he breaks out of my headlock!
  • they once spent an embarrassingly long time running across the city trying to catch an akuma in a glass mason jar before it akumatized anyone. ladybug just wanted to see if they could do it, but chat was convinced that he could reason with it and convince it to join their team as a sidekick. 
  • chat noir really loves making fun of ladybug’s height. like really loves it. like to the point where whenever ladybug is scouting the city and says she can’t see the akuma, chat noir lifts her up by her armpits, holds her over his head, and says, “can you see it now?”
  • they have an unironic list of ways to take down hawkmoth if they eventually meet him in person 
    • chat noir: okay so if we use my staff and your yoyo string…we could totally make a butterfly net
    • ladybug: …holy shit you’re right
    • chat noir: like we could trap him in an actual net my lady 
    • ladybug: alright i’m adding it underneath “100 cans of bug spray”
  • honestly civilians see them sitting around the city in these intense conversations and sometimes people ask them if they’re planning hawkmoth’s capture or they’re discussing a patrol but ladybug just snorts and is like “oh no i’m doing his natal chart can you believe his moon sign is cancer?”
  • ladybug: for the love of god chat do you think before you do things?
    • chat noir: of course i do, i think “oh shit i hope this works”
Vodka

This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?

Vodka
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.

2

This was me at Capital Pride last year. I was walking around dressed as Xena, posing for photos and giving hugs, when I noticed these religious zealots with their microphones and signs spewing their messages of hatred. I always ignore them, but I noticed they were making some people in the crowd visibly upset. A few people were even crying. I couldn’t stand by and let that happen. I hopped over his little chained off section and stood next to him. He immediately turned and began yelling at me and telling the crowd I was going to hell. So I just kept smiling and making funny faces. He eventually gave up yelling to me and about me and tried to go back to taunting people. But no one was taking him seriously with me standing there posing. I’m sure they will be there again this year….and so will I. :-)

Paper Hearts (Part 13)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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It pisses me off so much how in the books Parvati and Lavender are just pidgeon-holed as ‘fashion obsessed hair heads’ for most of the books?

I mean, they might not be, but that was the impression pre-teen!me got from reading the books?

And now I’m all … okay, okay Hermione is awesome and we all know it.

But that doesn’t mean Lavender and Parvati are stupid just because they are geared differently from Hermione.

Fashion is hella hard and it requires a lot of memorization and attention to detail? And honestly Lavender and Parvati seem to be pretty nice people, in the little glimpses we get of them?

And all I want is Harry, following the Weasley without getting noticed (because he is used to sneaking around without disturbing people or attracting their attention, owing to the Dursley for that) and getting through the barrier and on the train.

And Lavender’s father helping him out with his baggage, jokingly asking him to keep an eye on his little girl? You seem like a good lad, my Lavender is the most beautiful girl, I need a strong gentleman to keep an eye out until she gets to Hogwarts and she starts to learn magic, so are you up to it?

Which is, of course, not true. Lavender has been going to self-defense lessons for years.

But the man noticed that this was a little kid with no parents around, looking all alone.

He thought 'hey, maybe I can stick him with my kid and they’ll make friends’

(btw, as Lavender is not, as far as I know, confirmed as pureblood in canon, I am going with half-blood or muggleborn for her, I’m thinking muggleborn for this specific AU?)

And Lavender is all “Daddy!” and apologizing to Harry for her dorky dad the moment he is out of the door.

And very nicely avoiding to comment on his clothes because she knows how it feels to be conscious of how your clothes look on you and it’s clear to her eyes that the way Harry is dressed he is probably from some orphanage or something because those are huge hand me downs.

(Because fuck you 90s, being fashion conscious doesn’t mean you are an elitist bitch).

And her parents are looking at her from the Platform and instead of asking about Harry’s life, not wanting to put him on the spot, Lavender waves to them and starts talking to Harry all “Those are my parents, they are so fascinated with the idea of magic and what I will learn at Hogwarts, I can’t wait to write to them all about the castle. My dad works in an office as an accountant and my mother has a column in –” Insert popular teen magazine for 90s UK.

And Harry is a bit overwhelmed but Lavender isn’t staring at him, she is not forcing him to talk and she looks nice.

So he kind of starts to tell her about the Dursely y'know, not like he did with Ron about how terrible they are, but about Vernon working for Grunnings (Lavender giggles and says 'Oh I am so sorry but it just sounds like a really silly name? Grunnings.’ and she tries to stretch the word a bit and Harry laughs a little and says yes, because it does sound silly the way she’s saying it, he just had never thought about it. 'I think it’s Swedish or something’ he offers and Lavenders nods sagely because yes, that makes sense) and how Petunia lives at home and reads all sort of gossipy papers, but not teen ones so sorry, he has never seen Lavender’s mom’s column.

And then the door to their compartment open and Parvati and Padma’s mother (I don’t know if they are pureblood but I’m headcanoning them as pureblood for this one) politely asks if there’s space for two more girls and when Lavender and Harry, after looking at each other, agree, Madam Patil levitates their trunks in (much to the amazement of Harry and Lavender) and settles them above and then guides her daughters in.

She introduces them, putting her hands on her shoulders, cautions her girls to not get wand-happy and wishes everyone a happy Hogwarts year and then leaves them there, going back to the Platform to join her husband and tell him how she left their daughters in the presence of Harry Potter.

“He looked dreadful. Hard up at the very least. I think you should look into his family situation. His clothes, at the very least, were terrible.” She murmurs, softly. “I am sure our girls will adopt him before the ride is over, so you should look forward to hearing about him in their letters.”

Her husband, who knows all about his beloved’s wife tendency to take people under her wing and adopt dangerous animals and fell in love with her for it (as well as for other qualities she has) because he’s very much the same, smiles fondly at her for the last bit and nods seriously at the first one.

It doesn’t matter who the boy is. Well it does, because Harry Potter of course, but it also doesn’t matter because no child should be mistreated.

Also it’s kind of strange that Harry Potter would look hard up, considering it’s common knowledge his parents left him handsomely provided for, full tuition to Hogwarts already paid.

Lavender gushes about how beautiful the Patil twins are, which immediately conquers Parvati, who gushes right back at Lavender’s sparkly accessories.

(Look, I might be wrong because this was the UK and not Italy, and if I am please let me know, but I was a child in the 90s, I bought italian teen magazines, sparkly shit taped to the cover under a plastic sleeve was the shit with fashionable people.)

Of course the moment Harry introduces himself, the Parvati twins try really hard not to goggle, though they do look at his scar, and then Parvati starts asking a storm of questions about where he grew up, whether the Harry Potter adventure books right about all he did since he was a child, if not that what did he do since beating You-Know-Who.

Harry 'Do you mean Voldemort?’ is greeted by soft gasps, right until Lavender asks 'Who?’ and then Parvati starts telling her all about the horrible Voldemort and how Harry and his parents saved them all from that monster.

Padma’s brain on the other hand is whirring and she is the one who reassures Harry that he will do just as fine as everybody else, when he says that.

Lavender and Parvati interrupt their convo because Lavender needs to assure to Harry that she’s muggleborn too, so they will have to learn together and he will be just on par with her, while Parvati explains that magical kids do get a leg up because some of them are allowed to practice at home but that really, she will make sure Harry is up to date with everything that is 'stupefy’ about the magical world.

At which point, Lavender asks what 'stupefy’ means and Padma explains that it’s the stunning spell, so don’t say it while pointing your wand at anyone and Parvati adds that it means, well, the most stunning things around.

(What? Wizarding children should have their own slang).

So by the point Hermione and Neville come by, the group as already made the first basic ties and while Neville is greeted and introduced by Padma and Parvati to the rest of the group, Hermione goes on fine right until she hears Harry’s name.

Padma and Parvati thinks it’s … whatever wizarding equivalent is there of gauche, that Hermione would throw that torrent of words at Harry and just … presume to know about him.

Lavender is just hella protective of her new friend.

Tightly knit protective of Harry formation is achieved in 0.2 seconds.

Neville, who has been around other pureblood children but has been condescended upon by most of them (not Padma and Parvati, given that Parvati will stick up for him later on, but still, it was a general tendency towards a potential squib) has found in Hermione one person who has been nice to him to the point of going out of her way to help him look for his embarrassing toad, so he gets protective of Hermione right back.

So basically, Parvati tells Hermione that she should not barrage people with informations like that, Neville replies timidly that Hermione didn’t mean anything bad, she just like quoting sources, Lavender tells Harry that he doesn’t have to worry, they’ll look up all that stuff when they get to Hogwarts, Hermione gets huffy because of course she didn’t mean anything bad, she just thought Harry would know about that stuff, Padma asks why Hermione would think that when Harry has been raised in the muggle world, Neville goggles at the news that Harry was raised in the muggle world.

It’s a mess.

And then Draco Malfoy arrives, because he’s been making the rounds of the train to look for Harry Potter (saying hi to family allies on the way).

I am not sure who says what to whom for most of the ‘chat’ but what I am sure of is that by the end of it, Neville and Hermione are going to be best friends forever and an united front against snobby purebloods, Padma has icily informed 'Mister Malfoy’ that she will be writing to her father about how low the raising standards of the Malfoy have fallen to produce Draco as a result, in response to a snipe Draco made about telling his father about the Patil twins and the rabble they are sticking with, Parvati has informed Crabbe and Goyle that she had not thought they were better than this but they definitely need to find themselves friends who don’t just treat them like dumb muscle and Lavender has vowed to herself that it doesn’t matter to her how cute Draco Malfoy is or how attractive his silver hair are she will spell his hair and robes to look like something an 80s hairband groupie would wear, just as soon as she learns the necessary spells.

To make it simple, battle lines have been drawn, metaphorical blood has been spilled on all sides and the Harry-Lavender-Parvati-Padma friendship has been set in stone.

Ron, if you are curious about him, found a compartment that had Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in it and spent a really amazing first ride to Hogwarts.

They both made sure Dean knew how Gryffindor was the best house there ever is and then they explained Quidditch to him and became fascinated when Dean explained football (to americans: soccer) to them, especially once Dean started sketching out schemes and stuff.

There are too many players, but it looks like exactly the kind of team effort chasers have to put together only spread through eleven people and that’s just wow.

Every Breath You Take

Originally posted by the-loving-twin

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve went at Snow Ball and the latter ended up admitting something

Word count: 1.520

Posted: 12th of November 2017

A/N: Heeey guys! It is my first imagine of Dad Steve! I didn’t know how to end this and I think that it’s horrible. Please let me know what you think about it and tell me if you’d still like to read some Steve imagines.

Thank you, guys! Pardon me if it sucks.

- G. x


“Henderson, you’re such a creep!” The annoying and deep voice of your best friend suddenly woke you up and broke your profound and depressing thoughts. You hated him for stopping you, but you silently thanked him too, since you were just being a masochist because of them.

“Just go away, Steve!” You bitterly pushed him away, still not detaching your eyes from the couple that you were observing. It was your habit to push people away when you were not feeling well, but Steve never left you, he has always stayed by your side and he would never leave until you felt better.

“Can I, please, have this dance?” He hard-headedly insisted as he put his hand out, trying to reach for yours. You let out a small and vexed groan, but you still grabbed his hand, meaning that you accepted the gentleman’s proposal. He was your best friend, after all, and he didn’t deserve to be treated like a trash.

It was your school’s Snow Ball and you really planned to stay at home at first, but your brother, Dustin, forced you to come with him and Steve. He spent months to convince you and he never gave up. He was willing to have a positive response from you that sometimes he would even bribe you with flowers or your favourite chocolate bar. In the end, you just promised him that you would go, not because you wanted to, but because you were tired of Dustin’s endless stupid reasons and motivations.

“You still love him, don’t you?” Steve downheartedly asked as he noticed that you were still searching for someone else’s gaze. You shot him a confused look as your bodies both swayed to the rhythm of the music.

“Huh?” You managed to consider his hazel coloured eyes, nevertheless the poor lighting in the room. You diminished the space between the two of you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on the crook of his neck. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you perfectly know what I am talking about.” He simply stated while a cheeky grin formed on his face. You unleashed a heavy sigh as you brutally slapped his chest with your hand. “Jonathan.”

“I just need a closure, Steve.” You then seriously told him as you looked at him once again, now standing properly. You focused your attention to your best friend as you stopped worrying about your ex-boyfriend.

“Closure?” He curiously asked. He knew how sad you got when your topic was about Jonathan. You loved the boy so much, that you still couldn’t accept the fact that he left you for someone else. “It has been two months.”

“Steve, he just stopped talking to me. He never told me that the relationship was over, I just busted him kissing Nancy.” You explained for a thousand time now. Of course, he knew what happened: he was there and he busted Nancy too.

“I know, (Y/N).” He nodded. “But you would never get a closure if you just keep on stalking him. Did you know that? Your brother also told me that you once followed them at the Wheeler’s house.” He playfully mocked you as he revealed your secrets.

“Oh, what?! You’re best friends with Dustin now?” You sarcastically asked him as you detested your brother for having a loud and uncontrollable mouth. You got it that he was cute and irresistible, but he should learn how to keep the secrets that only him knew.

“Well, can’t the Hendersons be my best friend?” He smirked to annoy you. You once asked yourself how could Steve manage his relationship with Dustin and his friends. He used to hate kids the year before, but then suddenly became their dad, their babysitter.

Well, it wasn’t hard to deal with Steve. Before you created your bond together, you have always judged him as the stupid one, being the stereotypical annoying jock and bully. You even hated him for a short period of time, because he punched Jonathan for his jealousy. In the end, your bond became stronger as soon as Jonathan left you for Nancy and Nancy left him for Jonathan. You understood each other as you were both wearing the same shoes, having your hearts severely and violently crushed.

“Oh, listen to the song!” He naughtily exclaimed as soon as he heard the beat of the next song. You shook your thoughts away and you gave him a death glare.

“I hate you, Steve.” You whispered, noticing that the song was Every Breath You Take by The Police. It was a nice and catchy song, but also a creepy one as it was about an obsessive stalker.

“No, wait.” He seriously halted you as you didn’t catch what he meant to say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m done with your stupid lies, Harrington.” You slowly pushed him away, breaking the physical contact that you were having. You let your arms fall on your sides, quickly walking away from the boy.

Your school’s gym wasn’t that big and it was even too crowded. It was hard to run away from Steve as the kids were dancing with their partners. They seemed so happy as they swayed to the song’s tempo.

“Oh, can’t you see?” He sang as soon as he reached for your arm. He gently stopped you from walking by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, sweetly whispering something in your ear.  “You belong to me.”

“Stop it, Steve!” His hot breath hit your cold and soft skin, sending shivers up and down your spine. You were confused because your heart was racing. You loved Steve, but just as your best friend. You never felt something more than friendship, but it seemed that everything was more than that.

“Don’t be blind, (Y/N),” He exhaustedly sighed, making you turn around to face him. “I accused you for being a stalker, but I was obviously the one who followed you everywhere. I followed you, not because I was a creep, but because I started falling for you, I fell in love with you, (Y/N).” He nonchalantly blabbered, obviously not watching for his words. Steve Harrington just admitted that he loved you and you were petrified in your place. You didn’t know what to say, because it was really a shocking thing for you, but he didn’t mind it. Not at all. “I know that it’s not a right thing to do and I am so sorry for that, but-“

“Steve,” You caressed his cheek with your right hand. He knew that you didn’t feel the same way about him, but he never wanted to hear it from you. He was feeling guilty as he blurted out some things that he shouldn’t had. “it’s just, I am afraid to hurt you.”

“I understand everything, (Y/N),” He nodded, gently grabbing your hands. “and I am ready to help you, no matter what it takes! I don’t care if you still love him, I would help you to move on.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier, Steve?” You sadly pouted as you noticed how broken Steve was. He tried to hide it, but you knew him too well. Of course, you were his best friend.

“I was afraid to ruin the little friendship that we have built. I also loved your presence and I will always cherish the moments that we spend together. I thought that if I admitted it to you, you would avoid me.” He honestly answered your question.  

You somehow realized that maybe you have been a horrible best friend to him. You never noticed that he was craving for your presence. You wanted to have Jonathan back so much, that you never paid attention to your best friend’s feelings. You felt terrible because he kept on holding on your friendship, nevertheless you wanted someone else by your side.

“Harrington, I loved your presence too, seriously.” You sweetly smiled as you realized how important your best friend was to you. He hasn’t been just a best friend for you but also a crying shoulder in times of need, a driver, a clown that has always tried to make you laugh, everything!

“So, does that mean that I didn’t ruin anything?” He cutely asked with a smile. He really cared about you and your relationship. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

“No, you didn’t and you never will, silly!” You said with a laugh. You knocked the walls that you built so high and you gave your best friend a sweet and tight hug “So, is that help still available?”

You were willing to move on and you promised to yourself that you would leave Jonathan behind. You would try to pay your attention to your best friend, just like before Jonathan courted you. You needed Steve in times of need, now it was Steve who needed you and you were willing to help him.

“Always, (Y/N), always!” He quickly hugged you back. Slowly flashing a wide and lovely smile as he felt your fast heart beat against his chest.


What if Prompto is just a normal kid, trying to get a degree at his local city college while holding down a part-time job so he can save up for his own apartment, but every time he closes his eyes he dreams of Insomnia? It’s like one of those long, continuous dreams that people talk about having, but this one doesn’t ever pick up where it leaves off. The dream keeps going during the hours he spends living his normal life and then, after he turns off the light and climbs into bed, he blinks into awareness in a car speeding through the Leiden landscape and an entire day’s worth of memories come flowing into his head all at once. Sometimes he dozes off in the middle of the world’s most boring history lecture, and suddenly finds himself in the middle of a battle, his arm bracing against the recoil of a gun he doesn’t remember firing, a large body shoving him out of the way of an attack as he hesitates, brain struggling to catch up.

The first time he sees Noctis in real life, slumped fast asleep over the edge of a biology lab table, he nearly faints. Prompto isn’t sure how a character from his dreams can exist in the real world, but it doesn’t stop him from taking the seat next to the other boy and striking up a conversation when he finally wakes up. After all, there’s nothing to be anxious about. Prompto already knows that he and Noctis will be friends.

Doctors don’t know what to make of his dreams. As far as they know, aside from a bit of anxiety, there is nothing wrong with Prompto. Neurologists and therapists and medication can’t find a way to stop the dreams from coming, and after a time, Prompto isn’t sure that he wants them to. The dream world may be full of sacrifice and violence and loss, but it is also full of friendship and hope and… love.

Prompto dreams of a man with pale green eyes and a soft smile that makes his heart flutter whenever he is graced with it. A man so selfless and intelligent and passionate and kind that the Prompto in his dreams falls in love quickly and hopelessly. Prompto spends years of dreams memorizing the curve of Ignis’ lips, the pattern of the birthmarks that dot their way across the right side of his face, the way his fingers feel as they drag roughly through his hair when they kiss. He wakes in the morning, disoriented and lonely, reaching across the bed for a man who won’t be there.

On the day of Prompto’s 25th birthday, ten years after first meeting Ignis in his dreams, Prompto catches sight of him stepping briskly through the station away from a departing train. And though the doors are closing and Noctis has already claimed their seats, Prompto can’t stop himself from pushing his way back onto the platform, dodging commuters and tourists as best he can while he tears through the crowded station after him.

Prompto calls out his name and Ignis turns.

His eyes, wide and confused behind the rim of his tasteful glasses, are undamaged.

But they are also without recognition.

Ignis, the man he has spent the past ten years of his life falling head over heels in love with, has no idea who he is.

Experiment #2 - Request

Originally requested by @newts-fan-caseSo could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;)
& Anon:  Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you!
Requested by anon:  The “Experiment” was awesome! Can we have a part 2? Pleeeeeaaaaseeee
& a shit load of other people.

This is Sequel Friday first winner.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,886

Warnings: Smut (unprotected), un-edited, secuel (yup, it’s a warning)

A/N: Amazing way to wrap an amazing week. Thank you to everyone who voted!

Enjoy!

|PART 1|

After Sherlock’s little “experiment”, his relationship with (Y/N) turned somewhat odd. They would continue to work together and act professional during the cases, but the tension between them was too much.

He had showed her a side that not a single human thought existed, or at least didn’t want to see. He had been patient with her, loving even, making sure to make her feel comfortable at all costs, complimenting her, being gentle and respecting her limits… Definitely thing a real gentleman does, but not the kind of traits one would expect from Sherlock Holmes.

Then there was also the fact that John was sensing some change of vibes in 221B. Of course, he figured it had something to do with Sherlock’s usual arse behaviour, but it was weird to see (Y/N) affected by it.

Sherlock was sitting on his seat, Watson was on his and (Y/N) was between them on the “victim’s chair”. Watson had a stern, determined look on his eyes and Sherlock was calm as usual, thinking that John was too dumb to have figured anything about him and (Y/N).

“What is going on?” John asked carefully.

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My grandma lived under the house

by reddit user chewingskin

Before you read these moments from my life, I’d like to apologize for the language, but I’m trying to recall it from the exact detail.

During the months of June, July, and August, I spent many hot summers of my childhood at my Grandmother’s house further west on the island of Cape Breton. The forest was plentiful, the plains were a vibrant green, and my Grandmother’s house was a rickety old two-story that was built sometime in the 50’s and looked like it didn’t belong.

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Not So Berry Challenge (TS3)

So you might have heard of this little thing called the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge for The Sims 4. This a conversion of those rules for The Sims 3! You can read the original rules to the challenge here.

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want to mess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do I have the challenge for you!

Welcome to the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge, a ten generation legacy with a focus on bright colors and new experiences.

Basic Rules:

  1. Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke). This is optional, but it is a big portion of the fun.
  2. The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.
  3. Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.
  4. Keep the lifespan on normal.
  5. If you play this challenge and want to share it, go ahead and post with #notsoberry so we can see!

My good friend @alwaysimming​ and I created the original version of this challenge for The Sims 4. We wanted to make something that forced us to play with parts of the game we’ve never explored before. I tried to capture that same goal for The Sims 3. All of the generations follow the same theme as they do in TS4, but with a few slight differences to fit the limitations of this game.

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Patton isn’t coping and no one is listening.

This post is a bit long and goes through the video, analyzing Patton and his various behaviors and reactions. SPOILERS cuz I do talk about every part of the video. Enjoy! 

P.S. I do love Logan. This was written entirely from Patton’s perspective and I feel like it might seem as though I dislike the logical side and i do not. If anyone wants me to do something like this from his perspective, please lmk!



- Patton appears and says “Hi frustrated, I’m sad” as opposed to Dad. He tries to make his typical silly pun and slips up, letting us know his emotional state.

- Logan forces Patton to take off the cat suit, even though Patton clearly likes it. This is the first time in this video that Logan ignores and writes off Patton’s wishes.

- When Guys and Dolls is first mentioned, Patton immediately tries to distract them by talking about the Harry Potter play.

- When Logan refocuses him, Patton claims that he would know if Thomas wasn’t ok, but then makes song puns instead of addressing the issue.

- Patton then makes a bad pun, something he normally doesn’t do

- Logan suggests nostalgia. “But what if looking at the past makes him feel kinda iffy about the present?” Patton knows that he/Thomas haven’t healthily processed their feelings and that reflecting on the past is not a good idea.

- Logan says that circumstances can improve. Virgil AND Patton said “Can they?” SIMULTANEOUSLY. Patton is Thomas’s emotion, this tells us exactly what headspace Thomas/Pat is in. He doesn’t feel hopeful for the future, at all. Going back to the past and relishing in the good times is only gonna make the current moment seem more dismal. Patton knows this.

- Also, after he says “Can they?” Patton immediately perks up and smiles cheerfully. He’s repressing all of the sadness he just showed a moment ago, and it can be implied by this that he’s used to hiding and just pretending to be the happy side.

- Patton is extremely uncomfortable when talking about his room. He says its “not quite like that” when Thomas compares it to sunshine and rainbows, and says its “Messy.” Emotions are messy and not clear cut like Logan would like. He doesn’t want anyone seeing it because he knows what they expect it to be like, and he knows its not that. Patton is hiding.

- “I’m at the core of a lot of your feelings.” Thomas and the others ignore this statement, but Patton is fully aware of the fact that he is not the pure happiness Thomas is expecting.

- Roman says, “Patton holds onto everything in the past that you cherished.” This is says positively, but its not necessarily a good thing. Patton can’t let go, and he lives in the past. Thomas is his “kiddo,” even though Thomas is an adult. That’s why he’s afraid of the future.

- Logan blows him off AGAIN. When Patton tries to protest people coming in his room, Logan says “Patton don’t you want to help Thomas move on?” which is a guilt trip. Of course Patton agrees, but is still clearly hesitant, and Logan says “Good, then it’s decided.” Logan makes the decision for everyone to go into Patton’s room, without his consent. Remember this for later.

- As soon as he’s in his room, these hesitant feelings disappear. Of course they do, he’s comfortable now. He’s surrounded by the past and things that make him happy. More importantly, this room is emotion, meaning that judgement is clouded. This is where he represses his feelings, this is the core of the problem. The room isn’t full of stuff from now, its stuff from Thomas’ past. Patton, his emotion, feels happy and content now in his room because he’s literally living in Thomas’s past. And as we know, memories and glorified and romanticized, which makes the past seem much better than now.

- Logan mentions that he abandoned chemical engineering and science, and that he could abandon his current lifestyle to pursue it. Its brief, but Patton looks uncomfortable and says “fun memories.” This is Patton’s room and space, and its always been safe to him. As said before, when we reflect on the past we see it in a positive light, hence the shiny filter in the room. Logan bringing up not so nice memories makes Patton uncomfortable because it breaks the charade he’s made for himself.

- Logan makes fun of acting, and again we see Patton get upset. It comes off as excitement, but he forgets Thomas’ name for a moment.  He’s disoriented, there is a person messing up his happy memory world. He keeps handing Thomas’ items to remind him of good times, and is completely ignoring everything Logan says about the future. Again, this shows how he’s ignoring his problems.

- “And sweet and good and and pure happy and wholesome and-” I find this part interesting. I think it’s both Patton just repeating what the past is, but also it sounds almost like a mantra? In a way, I think Patton is talking to himself, reminding himself what he has to be. Just keep being good, and happy, and wholesome. Just keep showing more memories, don’t let Thomas think about the future or be sad.

- Patton doesn’t have an answer to Thomas saying “I don’t know why you’d wanna leave it ever.” Because he doesn’t.

- Thomas says, “Logan, shh its fine. It’s fine.” Now we see Thomas displaying the same repressing behaviors as Patton has this entire video. Ignoring logical thought, not thinking about the future, and relishing in the past.

- “All of this because Patton can’t let go of one person?” That is a direct attack against Patton. In his own space. Which Logan forced them all to be in.

“Logan can you stop? Please?” Finally. Remember when I said to remember from earlier? How Logan has not listened to Patton this whole time, even when Patton had clear reservations about letting people into his room?
    Here we finally see Patton stand up for himself. Logan has forced him to let people into his space. Told him to reminisce and relive his happiest memories with Thomas and the others. And then? From Patton’s perspective, Logan takes it away. He gives Patton the thing he craves most, reliving the past with people he loves, and then tells him they need to stop and it’s illogical. 

- Patton should have been listened to way sooner than this. His thoughts and feelings are important. He is more than just sunshine and happiness and adorableness. He is just as vital and serious as the other sides, and should be treated as such. He’s been forced to bury his feelings, and no one listens when he does speak his mind. Let Patton be heard.

Unrequited (Peter Parker x Reader)

a/n: Okay, I’m not new to writing or anything but this IS my first post on this brand spanking new account! I hope you guys like it!

warning: lots of angst and all that

summary: reader pines after Peter, who doesn’t realize it as he’s infatuated with Liz



I can’t say my heart didn’t break a little more each and every time I caught Peter staring at or blushing over Liz Allen. She was so freaking gorgeous, and in all honesty perfect in every single way, except for her personality maybe. Even though Peter and I had been the best of friends for years, I could never compare to how much love and adoration he had for the girl, and it broke me every single day.

I sighed heavily, trying to shake the depressing thoughts from my mind as I continued walking to school. I don’t know how it happened and I wish it never had, but one day I just woke up and saw Peter in a whole new way. He had just come over to my apartment for our weekly movie night, which had been our tradition since we were little kids.

I heard a knock sound from the front door, signaling that my best friend was probably waiting on the other side.

“Come in Peter! The doors open!” I shook my head, since he should already know that after coming to my house countless of times.

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“Yeah?” Stiles smiled.

“Yeah,” Derek nodded, and after a moment, they moved to erase the foot of space that had still been between them.

Stiles rested his forehead against Derek’s, and he shivered when Derek rubbed his nose against his in a gesture that felt close to an eskimo kiss, but not quite.

Stiles let out a shaky breath. “My heart is beating out of my chest.”

“I can hear it,” Derek smiled, and Stiles let out a shaky laugh, his hands coming up to rest on Derek’s shoulders as Derek wraps his arms around Stiles’ waist. “Mine’s beating crazily too.”

Stiles huffed, a big smile on his face as he whispered, “can I kiss you?”

“Of course,” Derek whispered, and then Stiles bridged the space between them and kissed him softly on the lips, and the kiss was as comfortably familiar as it was shockingly surprising. Stiles knew the touch and taste and texture of Derek’s lips, but the zing in his blood always shocked him and made him inhale sharply, his already rapid heartbeat speeding up as Derek deepened the kiss.

Their bodies plastered together, arms around each other, they got lost in their kisses, in each other.

They had been together almost a year, but they hadn’t said “I love you” to each other until then, and it had been a long time coming, truly. Stiles knew he had been in love with Derek before they had even gotten together, but he had waited to confess because it had felt a little too soon to declare his everlasting love after a week of dating.

He had also been scared of Derek not returning his love, and just the thought alone of Derek saying “thank you” in response or “I don’t love you” to his declaration of love had been enough to make Stiles to hold back the words whenever he had been on the verge of saying them and take things slow with him.

Derek was so incredibly important to him that he didn’t want to mess it up, and so he had held back so they could just enjoy the experience of dating each other.

But there Derek had been, smiling softly as he tried not to dance to the music he had on as he cleaned the living room, but then failed and ended up dancing silly, singing a little off key to the song, and Stiles had just felt so enamored by his boyfriend that when Derek finished and turned off the music, Stiles had pushed off the wall he had been leaning on and walked toward Derek, who had looked surprised when he saw Stiles, and then smiled widely.

And then Stiles had just blurted it out.

And here they were, having to break apart to get some much needed oxygen into their lungs.

“I had a whole scenario in my head where I said it first,” Derek murmured, resting his forehead against Stiles’ once more, and Stiles grinned.

“You did?”

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