the behind in all its glory


✿ Gemanimate ✿ A Steven Universe Reanimate Project ✿

It’s finally time! Here is Gemanimate in all its glory! A total of 49 animators across the globe have come together to create this beautiful reanimated theme song from Steven Universe. Everyone who has contributed shots has donated their time and skills to pay tribute to the best animated series out there, Steven Universe.

We want to extend a huge thank you to everyone who has supported this project. It’s been a lot of work behind the scenes from your producers (Katie Elle and Ciera Troy) and our extremely talented animators. We’re so, SO proud of everyone. Click through for a complete list of animators by shot.

So what are you waiting for?! Watch and enjoy! 

Summary: Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore when the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?

Read on AO3

(Sooooo, I’m watching Riverdale and my feels about Bughead are over the moon!! And now that we learnt some bits and pieces about his life and that he doesn’t have a house anymore (my heart is broken, I just love Jughead) I had no other choice but to write this, hope you all like guys!!!)

Jughead knew the routine by now. Scrunched down and trying to make his trademark combat boots as soundless as possible, the raven haired boy cautiously popped his head from the corner he was hiding, icy blue eyes scanning the empty corridor in from of him. A quarter to nine, the great clock over the entrance of Riverdale High informed him and he slightly frowned, biting anxiously on his down lip and drumming his slender fingers on the tiled wall next to him in anticipation. Radio commercials along with the icky sound of track soles stepping on wet floor could be heard faintly inside the now lifeless school building, a tell-tale sign that his misery for the day will soon be over and Jughead could be nothing but relieved about it. He was tired and even more so mentally tired, with all the small town drama and its joke of residents as well as his spiraling thoughts about his novel and the newfound reality he had to adjust to, that being his current situation of well, yeah, being homeless, plus the here and there thoughts about a certain girl next door, a girl he knew all his life and a girl he always knew belonged to his best friend, that lately seemed to invade his mind an awful more lot. Yeah, Jughead needed a place to lie down, even if that was the dusty floor of the Blue & Gold.

Keep reading

Signs as H.I.M Lyrics
  • Aries: "World was on fire, no one could save me but you/It's strange what desire will make foolish people do" -- Wicked Game
  • Taurus: "A drop of her blood tastes like wine/I answer her call with a rhyme" -- Serpent Ride
  • Gemini: "Side by side: darkness and light/Play their game so unafraid, their heartbeats synchronized" -- Into The Night
  • Cancer: "I admit my defeat and want back home/In your heart under the rose" -- Under the Rose
  • Leo: "Today tomorrow seems so far away/And the wait in vain, yeah/So safe, in the blinding light of love unchained/In yesterday's grave, yeah" -- Sweet Pandemonium
  • Virgo: "It's poetry carved in flesh/This beautiful hell of ours/To the deadliest sin we confess" -- Passion's Killing Floor
  • Libra: "She'll be the light to guide you back home/Just give her a kiss worth dying for" -- Venus Doom
  • Scorpio: "We steal the fire from a sacred heart/And bleed the wine unholy/We fall in love with the serpent's song/And fear nothing" -- In the Night Side of Eden
  • Sagittarius: "We will be so free from all that has been./So free from all that we’ve seen." -- I Will be the End of You
  • Capricorn: "Death served wine for lovers/Brought from the world where devils reign/And intoxicated angels with sorrow/They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves" -- Behind the Crimson Door
  • Aquarius: "My church is not of silver and gold,/It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls/The commandments are of consolation and warmth" -- The Sacrament
  • Pisces: "Labyrinth in a shape of a heart/Love's secret architecture/I find myself to be lost in the/Arms of your fate" -- Face of God
Bowling date

Characters: Jeongguk & You 

Genre: fluff fluff fluff (i was supposed to write something else but watching his vlive distracted me and apparently i haven’t written fluff with him before)

Words: 2422

Summary: Jungkook is trying to be cool but fails (because he’s too cute for his own good) featuring you trying to impress him with you non-existing bowling skills.

Originally posted by jjks

Keep reading

New paths

Just a little post TFP drabble i wrote. And as my eyes are drooping, any mistake is mine and am sorry for that.

The winds were strong but surprisingly not very cold. The clouds were supposed to bring a dip in the temperature but other than split the sun’s rays in various shades of grey, they did little else. The salt in the air made her feel fresh. It wasn’t every day that she managed to get away from the confines of the hospital and London and get away to the coast.

But she did. And it seemed to be an excellent decision, no matter the pressing reason behind it. Mild clouds, fresh air and green all around did wonders for her spirits.

She wondered why she hadn’t done this earlier.

But then she hadn’t felt such a mixture of emotions before. There had been anger, pain, frustration, sorrow…relief. The smorgasbord of feelings had made London seem claustrophobic. So she had left at first light, catching the first train out of town, not even sure of her destination.

She had always loved the sea, always loved the sound of waves as they crashed on the shore. There was something calming, something tremendously soothing about the repetitiveness of that action. Something that gave her a faint glimpse that things would be alright, that she would survive. She’d always had and she always would.

She was stronger than they gave her credit for.

She looked at the now tepid tea in her hand, placing the cup down and leaning on the table as she gave the scene in front her whole undivided attention. The season meant that there were hardly any crowds; she had the terrace to herself and no one to disturb her reverie.

After the last few days…especially that evening, all she wanted was to be left alone, to be undisturbed.

She’d jumped a little when the waiter interrupted her thoughts to ask her order.

“I am going for a walk, maybe I’ll have something a bit late,” she replied.

The walk by the cliffs felt exhilarating, her hair getting blown this way and that, the breeze almost uncomfortably strong at some spots. She persisted, walking till she couldn’t see her hotel. The steep drop to the beach below would’ve terrified her at other times, but all she could think right then was how high above the water she was, and how she intended to remain so.

She stopped at an area that had a sturdy railing, looking back at the path she had taken. It seemed tough, with dips and rises and gaps in the cliff face that looked frightening from where she stood. But it didn’t seem like that while she was walking.

She barked out a laugh. How appropriately similar to her own life.

She was shaking her head in proper mirth when something magical happened. The sun appeared from behind the cloud cover on its way down, casting a magical pink glow on the cliff face. The cliffs were glowing in their rosy golden glory and it was beautiful, so beautiful-

“Makes you want to cry, doesn’t it? It looks so glorious.”

She had no idea how long he had been there, but somehow she wasn’t surprised to see him. She turned to look back at the cliffs, and in good time ‘coz the sun disappeared behind clouds and then it was all normal, boring white cliff face.

Something otherwise majestic had now been reduced to ‘boring’, just because of a glorious moment. Not fair, she muttered.

But the air was still fresh, the breeze still warmish and she still felt fine. In fact, she felt wonderful.

They fell in step as they walked back to the hotel, not feeling the need to use words. The silence was companionable, almost soothing. The path now seemed a bit rough, Molly cursing herself for not realising that she had been walking downslope all this while.

She came at a particular spot that she had just jumped down from, the small climb now looking difficult in the fading light.

Sherlock got up halfway in just two steps, but instead of going ahead he turned around. And offered her his hand.

She looked at it for a moment, suddenly feeling breathless, not able to take her eyes off it. Until he gestured with his fingers for her to come closer and take his hand, which she did. He pulled her up as he made the small climb, easily hauling her up over the edge.

She smiled in relief when she finally made it to the top, she’d never been very agile that way.. Her smile faded as she looked up at his grave face, realising then that he still held her hand. He simply stared back at her.

She waited. He was the first to break their gaze, lowering his eyes to their joint hands. He then slightly tightened his grip and looked up, slowly smiling.

It was the most intimate expression she’d ever seen on him. The smile conveyed a lifetime of apology, a lifetime of gratitude…and a lifetime of promise. So much promise.

It wasn’t the smoothest of paths in the fading light but she made it back with ease. He never did leave her hand during that time.

Wishing Wells [a.a]

Archie x reader in which she is special and he wants her to know.


(Y/N) (L/N) was a genius. everyone knew it. She just didn’t tend to show it very well. She sat next to Jughead Jones in biology, and they could both safely say that they were best friends with each other, especially after Jughead and Archie grew apart.

(Y/N) sat silently, not listening to the lecture being given on the way RNA turns into DNA…or something like that. She didn’t really care. Hell, she could teach the class and still be able to add extra information to the lecture.

She had her arm on the desk, leaning her head heavily on her right hand as she skillfully twirled her pen around in her left.

“Who can tell me one of the common sequences that can be found in DNA?” the teacher asked as they looked around the room. “How about…(Y/N)?”

Jughead, noticing that the (H/C) girl was not paying attention, quickly nudged the girl, bringing her out of her daydream and accidentally causing her to flinch, making her pen go flying across the room, only stopping due to the fact that it had hit Archie Andrews’s head.


Archie, sitting with Reggie and some of the other guys on the football team, straightened up when he felt something hard hit his head. He glanced down to see a black, metallic gel pen. He knew that pen. Hell, he had spent lots of time “secretly” admiring its owner.

He looked back at (Y/N) in time to hear her answer the teacher’s question without hesitation. When she looked in his direction, he held up her pen and began wiggled it back and forth in a teasing manner. She blushed at his antics and looked down at her desk, but not before smacking Jughead, who was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face.


“I believe this belongs to you.”

(Y/N) looked up as she heard a familiar voice speak. She looked up to see Archie Andrews, in all his redheaded glory, standing in front of her with her pen in his hand.

“Yes it does,” (Y/N) replied as she sheepishly took the pen from him. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“No problem,” Archie smiled. “Its not everyday a pretty girl throws her pen at you.”

Feeling particularly confident, Archie threw a wink her way before leaving the classroom, leaving a bright red (Y/N) behind.


“So…Pop’s?” Jughead asked as he caught up with (Y/N) after school.

“Sorry Jug,” the girl replied. “I wanted to go to the meadow today. Tomorrow?”

Jughead nodded, knowing that (Y/N) only went to the meadow when she needed creative inspiration. “Yeah, of course.”

The meadow was a grassy field along the bank of Sweetwater River near the outskirts of town. It was the site of the historic Riverdale Water Well, which was rumored to grant any wish you made if you threw a quarter into it. Not many people knew about it, and those who did tended to avoid it nowadays because of the whole Jason Blossom issue.

(Y/N) usually went there to write. Whereas Jughead sat at Pop’s and typed away, she liked to sit in the meadow, leaned up against the wishing well, and write away in her leather-bound journal. It was how they had originally met. (Y/N) was sitting in the meadow when she had heard a voice coming her way. It had turned out to be Jughead, who had been cursing his little heart out after he had gotten stuck in some rosebushes. They had begun talking, and a beautiful friendship had emerged.


(Y/N) let out a sigh as she leaned against the well and took out her journal. Flipping it open to a new page, she began to write about whatever came to mind. After ten minutes of writing, she paused to drink some water and noticed that she had been writing about the little incident in biology.

She felt her face flush at the memory. Archie Andrews, the guy who suddenly became hot over summer. She definitely had feelings for him. She had had feelings for him since they were in sixth grade and he asked her to be his partner for some stupid dance.

She couldn’t believe that she had thrown her pen at him. She had been mortified. I mean, what teenage girl wouldn’t be mortified if they threw their pen at their crush. But he had been so nice about it and that had made her heart melt just a little bit more.


About an hour had passed when (Y/N) felt someone sit next to her. Not looking up from her journal, she proceeded to address the person.

“Wow Jughead, I didn’t know you were capable of leaving Pop’s to come and find me,” she said, sarcasm very evident in her voice.

The person chuckled and (Y/N) froze as she realized that it wasn’t Jug who was sitting next to her. Quickly slamming her journal shut (where she had been writing a very personal poem) she turned to face the person.

It was Archie Andrews.

“How did you even find this place?” (Y/N) asked the redheaded boy in surprise.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied smoothly. It was only then that (Y/N) realized that Archie was holding a guitar.

“You play?” she asked, slightly in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he replied. He then motioned to her book. “You write?”

The girl nodded.

“No wonder you and Jughead are such great friends,” Archie quipped.

“So, what brings you the great wishing well of Riverdale?” (Y/N) asked, striking up a conversation.

“Woah, was that sarcasm I heard? Do you not believe in the great powers of the wishing well?” Archie’s tone was teasing yet filled with incredulity.

“Well, I can’t say that I’ve ever had something worth wishing for,” the girl replied.

“Well today’s your lucky day,” Archie said while standing up and pulling (Y/N) along with him. When they were both standing, he pressed a quarter into her palm.

“Go on, make a wish and throw it in.”

“I wish I could just throw myself in,” (Y/N) mumbled, feeling completely childish with the ongoing situation.

Archie chuckled but nudged her towards the wishing well. “Just do it.”

(Y/N) grumbled under her breath but did as Archie told her anyways.

‘Well, it can’t hurt to try’ she thought to herself. ‘I wish for something amazing to happen to me.’

She threw the quarter into the well.


“I still think its stupid,” she grumbled as she stepped away from the well. As she walked backwards, she managed to trip over her journal, which she had left lying on the grass.

She felt her world shift as she lost her balance and braced herself, waiting for her body to hit the ground. That moment never came however, as she felt a pair of hands grab her waist.

“You really have to watch where you’re going,” Archie said as he helped her get her balance. She straightened up, only then realizing how close Archie was standing.

“Yeah, I know I do,” (Y/N) replied. She nervously glanced at his face, and quickly looked away when she met his eyes.

Archie’s heart was beating a thousand miles per second. His eyes flickered down to her lips and he quickly weighed the pros and cons that his next actions would have.

The pros greatly outweighed the cons. ‘Fuck it’ he thought.

“(Y/N). I hope your wish comes true,” Archie whispered. The girl slowly looked up to meet Archie’s eyes, only to shut her eyes as his mouth met hers. The kiss was slow and passionate and just the slightest bit awkward. Archie’s grip on her waist tightened slightly and she immediately reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

They pulled away from each other, breathless. “Well Mister Andrews,” (Y/N) began. “I can definitely tell you that I now believe in the magical powers of the Riverdale’s great wishing well.”

Archie chuckled. “I’m very glad to hear that,” he said, pulling her in for another kiss.


Broooooo. So I wanted to try my hand at an Archie x reader…not the best. Buttttttt, I feel okay about it so I’ll post it.

Also, I’m pretty sure I activated my asks so if anyone would help me try it out I’d be eternally grateful. Also, does asks work on mobile or just on like laptop? Someone please explain lolol.

Hope y’all enjoy this and hopefully, “Whatever it Takes Pt.3″ will be up by tomorrow and “Time Waster PT.4″ by Wednesday. I’ll try my best :)


Tag List: @blisshbee, @wisestydia14, @cleohalestilinski, @do-somethinglovely, @divastar777, @localagoraphobic, @gabiwella, @loveinfxnitelyx, @kanye—west, @unicornqueen05, @that1chic-xoxo, @melinadufort, @casismyguardianangel, @stilinskis-baby, @demigodofthesun, @katshrev, @professionalphangirluniverse, @jugheads-lawyer, @cyberfoxlili, @iwannadiehere, @lostinpercyseyes​, @millygwiazda​, @theselfishllama​, @pegacorn24​, @apocalypticangell​, @fandomsrlove​, @mcheung0314

, @jxggie-jxnes
When Blue Meets Red Meets Blue

Sypnosis: Just your usual boy meets mermaid tail tale (heh.).
A/N: For our resident Dragon Queen and Koi Goddess @redhothollyberries, her beta-ing skills, her bewitching head canons, and her beautiful art that’s coming our way. Inspired by her headcanon here (x).

Tobirama remembers a time when great beasts flew in the sky to disrupt the calmness that engulfs him.

Lithe bodies spanned the sky, the force of their flight tickling his hairs when he dares to venture above the surface. It would always be worth it; to see their iridescent scales, darker than his own, breathing in the daylight and shimmering with the undulations of their leathered tails and necks. Trailing behind them, like an entity of their own, are long wisps of whiskers, shaping their path for all to admire.

And when they breathe their ire, the sky glows with their wrath. Tobirama had no name for it, only a bated breath. The heat would travel with the waves, and touch his soaked skin. It would be years later that the reverent whispers piercing the murky depths of his home would give acknowledgement of these divine creatures.


Tobirama is tranquillity embodied in all its glories and its curses. A still gradient ranging from the shallows pierced by blades of light to the darkness that skims the core of their land. Tobirama is serenity incarnate, a frozen line that has never bent high enough or low enough to taste the heady relief of catharsis. Trouble won’t touch him, excitement won’t find him, and he’s never ventured at the right time to earn the privilege of meeting a storm. The silence of the deep sea is his only constant companion.

Despite that, he closes his eyes and sketches the sky with the same glow that he saw from long ago. Time hums on and he refuses to forget.

Then he meets a boy.

A boy who dives into his merciless home to capture a brother lost to him. A small cretin against the endless sea, gasping and reaching with small hands for another body that’s jerking and clawing at his own throat. Their hands strain to grasp each other.

The boy struggles, but his intent does not falter. Tobirama can see that glint in his eye, burning impossibly bright like a little koi fish swimming against the current of the Yellow River.

Tobirama tilts his head. He has perseverance, one that will be wasted in his home.

With a billow of his tail, he surges forwards, jerking the boys in surprise. He sweeps them into his arms – tiny critters compared to the creatures that lurks under – and swims towards the aimless boat floating on the surface.

Once their heads break the sea level, Tobirama is gone. At least from their sight.

Down below, he watches them scramble onto their tiny boat and closes his eyes, sketching behind his eyelids the glimmering intent of the boy that dared to dive into the sea.

Keep reading

Early [Bucky x Reader]

Warnings: idk bucky going to war, crying, drama, shitty writting

A/N: so here’s the long awaited sequel to late- early [so original, ik ik] 

It can be reader as an individual part! It does have a part before this, called Late, which explains some of what has happened, but isn’t necessary to read it!

have fun!


Feeling lonely and being alone were two different things. And since those two were so consistently termed as being the same, you didn’t really know how to explain how lonely you felt in the middle of a crowded room.

You didn’t give yourself much time to remember Bucky. You tried desperately to cover it up, but deeper wounds take longer time to heal.

You had to allow yourself time to let the blood clot, to form the tissue that would still pain you when you touched it, but would protect you from outside threats anyways.

But watching him from the corner of the room, his face trained down on the floor, his hands shoved deeply in his pocket, picked on the scab of the cut like an inexperienced toddler.

His eyebrows were furrowed and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew they were clouded over with thoughts you could never fully decipher.

You knew for a fact that he was leaving the next week for the war, the thought closing over your heart like an icy clamp as you thought of it every time.

People swished around you, their laughs and giggles filling the air as they danced to familiar tunes. A sense of nostalgia drifted though your mind like the fog of a dreary morning, slowly and wistfully as you continued to glance at him occasionally.

“May I have this dance?” He winked subtly at you, a wide grin filling his face as you laughed loudly.

“We’ve been dancing together the whole evening, you ridiculous being.” You giggled, feeling the grip around your waist tighten.

“I was told it was good manners to always ask someone before dancing.” He breathed out, an expression of awe weaving itself at your laugh.

“I think you get the point since we’ve been dancing for close to thirty minutes now, Bucky,” you teased him, eyes crinkling at the corners as he revelled in how utterly gorgeous you could possibly be, even with sweat threatening to drop down your forehead, a tired expression creeping it’s way to your face. But he was Bucky, and he was selfish and if could, he’d dance with you for as long as he could because he just wanted to feel the closeness of you to him.

“So do you want to dance with me, Y/N?” he asked with a small smile gracing his lips.

“I do,” you admitted, laying your forehead against his chest as you breathed in his scent with a content smile.

“Wait for a couple of years and you’ll be saying those words to me at the altar,” he said and you could feel him press a kiss to your head as a promise.

No words exchanged as he already knew your answer by the smile he felt against his chest and subtlest of nods.

Keep reading

Little Avenger - 6

Pairing: peter x reader

Summary: peter and you liked each other and it was the best feeling in the world. Your happiness however was short lived. How were you going to break the news to the over protective avengers?

Author’s Note: it’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!! Okay this one’s got naughty peter and protective avengers. And it’s the final part of the series. Thank you all for liking it! I didn’t know it would get so much love. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): swearing

Word Count: 2245

Part 1,2,3,4,5

Originally posted by comicbookfilms

Peter shuffled in his bed trying to find a comfortable position. He was exhausted but he couldn’t sleep, he had so much going through his head at that time. What would you say tomorrow morning? Were you telling the truth when you said you liked him? or was it the alcohol in your system speaking?

He took in a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. He pulled up his covers and then kicked them aside again. He never had such feelings for someone. He did have crushes but with you… it was so different, something so deep and new, something so lovely. You were unique and beautiful. You were harsh but so tender. His smile dropped when he realized something. How much would it hurt to lose you when you turned him down? he puffed his chest, turned to his side and strutted his eyes.

The next morning, he woke up before the alarm and sighed as he sat up on his bed. He hadn’t felt such anxiety and stress before. Love did hurt. He took a shower, dressed up in his best clothes and entered the kitchen. Aunt May greeted him with a bright smile but he couldn’t return it. there was so much on his mind.

‘what is it, peter? You look so blue.’ A crease of tension formed on her forehead.

‘nothing.’ He gave her a tight smile and ate his cereal.

‘I know it when you lie. Stop bottling it up, speak up.’ She stood in front of him.

‘I am very stressed. I-I am afraid I might fail in this, uhm, thing I have to do today. I don’t know what I would do if I lose this thing I am trying to get.’ He said while keeping his gaze fixed on the bowl.

‘peter parker, you are a winner. You shouldn’t be afraid of losing, whatever is it you are trying to get, will be yours if you want it with all your heart.’ She smiled at him. the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile and he stood up.

‘thanks, aunt may.’ He hugged her. ‘I needed this.’ He said before leaving.

He was walking in the facility taking in sharp breaths and thinking a thousand thoughts. He rubbed his face and groaned internally. This was so hard.Peter stood there for a while before his phone buzzed. He took it out and was both delighted and dismayed to see your message.

‘gym area. Right now. We need to talk. Don’t keep me waiting.’ The message read.

He felt a wave of anxiety again, you never texted without using emojis nor by being dead serious. He took in a deep breath and headed to the gym area He walked fast paced, but his footsteps felt heavy, his heart was pounding, his jaw was clenched and so were his fists.

He was about to enter the gym before he was grabbed and pinned against a wall in some dark corner. With wide eyes, he looked at the face of his attacker. He felt a mixture of emotion on seeing your brightly smiling face. Your face had a dewy glow, your lips rosy, your hair down and your beautiful eyes had a glint he couldn’t read. You looked as beautiful as morning flower, blossoming in its full glory. He tensed again when he realised it all could be taken from him at that very moment.

‘top of the morning to you, sugar.’ You smiled and winked. He didn’t speak anything just stood there staring. ‘okay, so it’s the only place there isn’t any camera and where they won’t look for us.’ You ran your eyes behind you too look if anyone was approaching. ‘so let’s get straight to the point. I like you.’ you smiled.

 He let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. A great relief washed over him as he heard those words. He grinned like an idiot and cupped your face. ‘what?’ he asked.

‘I like you, a lot.’ You wrapped your arms around him. he couldn’t hold back and kissed you. you smiled into the kiss before moving your lips in sync.

‘cherry?’ he quirked one brow when he pulled back and you nodded. ‘I love it.’ he said before kissing you again. You pulled back but he didn’t let go of you. he felt the need to hold you close.

‘it was my first kiss.’ A blush crept to your cheeks.

‘really?’ he furrowed his brows. ‘you seemed like you had a lot of practice. I mean you were so good.’ He said.

‘I am come with many surprises, sugar.’ You grinned.

‘stop that.’ He mumbled.

‘what?’ you asked in an adorable manner.

‘calling me sugar. It makes me wanna do,’ he tightened his grip and jerked you forwards. ‘things to you.’ he said and you chuckled. ‘that’s why I like you so much, you are unique in so many ways.’ He brushed some stray hair locks out of your face. you couldn’t stop smiling but you realised something and it faded away.

‘Pete?’ you asked and he hummed in response. ‘how are we going to hide it from them?’ you asked with wide eyes.

‘Bucky and Natasha.’ He said.

  ‘tony.’ You said.

‘oh no.’ you said in unison.

‘we’ll figure something out, let’s go out somewhere, somewhere they won’t find us.’ You offered.

‘that’s my girl.’ He smiled and held your hand.

‘uh-uh, PDA, sweetheart. It’s the key.’ You retrieved your hand.

You were loving each other’s company. Being friends was great but being a couple was something else. It was difficult to steal kisses when you were around the avengers but it was one adventure you both loved. You had even made a few games based on how many kisses or hugs one could steal, the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted.

Peter was waiting for you and Bucky to stop fighting so that he could go out with you. tony entered the common area and sighed witnessing what he was seeing. Steve was trying to separate you both while you refused to give Bucky his phone.

‘you won’t text her!’ you tumbled down the couch and ran away from Bucky. ‘she isn’t good enough.’ You shouted.

‘that’s none of your business! And I am not going out with her again!’ he tackled you to the ground.

  ‘Bucky get off her!! you are going to crush her!’ Steve shouted and pulled him away.

Tony and peter were watching it all. Tony turned away but noticed something and stopped. He moved closer to peter and noticed a side of his lip had a bright red mark.

‘why the hell do you have a bite mark on you lip!?’ tony questioned and peter struggled with an explanation.

The three of you stopped fighting and moved to their side. You slid the phone in your jacket’s false pocket and Bucky shot you a glare.

‘what’s the matter?’ Steve asked.

‘peter has a girlfriend he never told us about!’ tony said.

‘so what? It’s his personal life.’ You tried to change the topic.

‘well, you are his mentor, what do you expect?’ Bucky said. ‘I am proud of you. you are not as wild as the kids these days.’ Bucky kept an arm around your shoulder. Only if he knew….

 ‘I don’t owe you any explanation, I am leaving.’ Peter said and stomped out of the room.

You were sparing with Natasha; it had been two rounds and you both were even at this point. She didn’t tell you but she was proud of how much you had learned from her. You punched her in the side which she dodged with ease.

‘concentrate, chip.’ She warned.

‘can you stop calling me weird nicknames?’ you complained.

‘shut up and focus, red!’ Bucky shouted as he entered the gym with Steve.

You groaned and kicked Natasha in the shin. She fell and you got her in a choke, she tapped and you let go of her.

‘good work.’ She smiled and you grinned. you tilted your head in the other direction as you were getting up but she grabbed your arm.

‘is that a..’ she moved the neck of your t-shirt downwards. ‘IS THAT A HICKEY?!’ she said out loud and Bucky looked at you with wide eyes.

‘what!?’ both Steve and Bucky said in unison. They both paced towards you.

‘what hickey?!’ Bucky examined your neck. You slapped his hand away.

‘for god’s sake!’ you said and he moved backwards. ‘you too!’ you said to Natasha.

  ‘how – who gave it to you?!’ Bucky asked getting angrier every minute.

  ‘no one! I hit myself with the case of my sword.’ You lied perfectly.

‘wait a minute,’ Natasha said and looked down trying to remember something ‘you are dating peter?!’ she exclaimed.

‘no!’ you got up.

‘so it was a onetime thing!?!’ Bucky said furiously.

 ‘no! there is nothing like that!’ you tried to explain them.

‘I am going to find stark.’ Steve the only calm one said.

‘I am going to get peter.’ Natasha and Bucky said in unison.

You were running around the base until you found peter in Tony’s lab.

‘holy shit!’ you cursed and ran to get peter.

‘hey! Babe,’ peter got up as he saw you.

‘peter, just run!’ you said trying to push him out of a window.

‘the hell you going, punk?!’ Bucky entered the room with Natasha. Natasha didn’t look that angry but Bucky was blowing off steam.

‘no!’ you put up a protective shield over you both.

‘the hell did I tell you about fooling around with her?!’ Bucky said.

‘who told-‘ you nudged him in the ribs.

‘they already know, dumbass! Shut up!’ you said. ‘okay, I know you guys are angry- ‘you said calmly.

‘(y/n)! peter! What am I hearing!?’ tony entered the room.

‘oh god,’ you whined. ‘everyone calm the fuck down! and let’s talk about it in the common room, okay?!’ you said.

‘fine by me.’ Tony said.

‘come on, Barnes.’ Natasha kept a hand Bucky’s shoulder and led him out.

Everyone was sat in the common room. everyone had varying expressions on their faces. Thor, wand and Pietro were happy, Bruce, Clint, Sam and vision didn’t care much and were okay with it. Steve, Bucky, Natasha and tony were however angry. You both were standing with each other’s supporting parties.

‘its all your fault.’ Bucky turned to tony. ‘you let your ‘kid arachnid’ go to that party alone with my (y/n)!’

  ‘my fault! I am the one who should be worried about my spider son! (y/n) calls you two,’ he pointed at Natasha and Bucky. ‘her family, what if she can’t control her powers, when they’re-‘

‘don’t say it!’ Steve interrupted. ‘and stop fighting! It’s no one’s fault.’ He sighed and leaned against the table.

‘I won’t allow them to date.’ Natasha said. ‘(y/n,)’ she turned to you. ‘It’s not safe.’

  ‘the kid shoots webbings out of his arms for fuck’s sake!’ Bucky pointed at him. ‘who could know it better than me, I was stuck in that shit once.’

‘that was at the airport and he was only doing what was right!’ tony shot back. ‘and she’s deadly too,’ he looked at him and then at you. ‘no offence, (y/n). I love you and all but, like tin man, I’ve had a bad experience with you too. You once almost strangled me thinking I was some invader.’

‘I said I was sorry!’ you shot back.

‘would you guys relax,’ Wanda stood up. ‘I have heard peter’s thoughts and I can assure you he’s good for her. And (y/n)? she could use her powers and change your minds in a matter of seconds.’

‘let them have some normalcy, they are out there saving the world at such young age. If they find comfort in each other, then what’s wrong?’ Sam said.

‘I second this.’ Bruce said and Clint nodded in agreement.

‘Nat?’ Clint looked at her. ‘let the kids be.’ He said.

‘fine.’ She sighed. ‘but I know where you live.’ She pointed at peter.

‘tony,’ Steve faced him.

‘alright capsicle,’ he sat down. ‘I never really had much problem, to be honest.’ He leaned back. ‘maybe I was hungry and sleep deprived so overreacted.’ He muttered.

‘Bucky?’ you turned to face him. ‘trust me? He makes me too happy. He makes feel normal and I feel like I belong. Do I have to give you this ‘dad I love him’ shit? Can’t you just see?’ you half smiled.

‘you win, red.’ He ruffled your hair. ‘if you are happy, so am I.’ shrugged. He turned to peter and hardened his expression again. ‘take good care of her. Hurt her and I’ll kill you.’

‘yes, sir.’ Peter smiled. you hugged him and kissed his cheek.

‘before you go any further, let’s set some ground rules.’ Steve said.

‘yeah, that’s important.’ Bruce said.

  ‘keep the PDA at minimal.’ Bucky said.

‘no cute nicknames around me.’ Tony added. ‘

you could’ve said a plain no.’ peter said.

‘are you being-‘Natasha was interrupted mid- sentence by you.

‘let me just clear it all up, we didn’t ‘do it’ and we made out multiple times. One time with my shirt off but that doesn’t matter. Okay, bye!’ you said everything way to quick before running off with peter.

‘did she say ‘shirt off’?’ Bucky asked and Steve nodded. ‘I’m going to beat him up.’ He set off to find you.

TAGS:@andaddalittlesarcasm, @tmrhollandkay, @ginnyweasels@143amberrose, @skeletoresinthebasement , @fandomsrlove

This House is a Home

Words: 1.6k

Description: Dan and Phil have finally moved into the ‘burbs, and their surprise house tour video includes another surprise reveal!

“Ready Phil?” Dan said hopefully. He watched as Phil nodded to him. Dan leaned over and switched the camera to recording.

Phil waved and in sync, Dan saluted the camera with two fingers.

“Hi guys!” Phil began, peppy as always.

“Hello internet!” Dan continued. “So, you may notice- we’re not in our flat at the moment.”

Phil glanced around, feigning curiosity at the new surroundings. The walls of the lounge were blank, and so white they seemed sterile. Empty.

Keep reading

why not both? pt 2.
  • pairing: eisuke ichinomiya x MC x soryu oh.
  • rating: mature, ofc.
  • word count: ~2800.
  • content notice: somehow spanking made its way into this, idk how that happened ://
  • author’s notes: this threesome relationship is just really important to me?? so here’s part two. might make it into a series of sorts, i’m not sure yet. enjoy! 
  • part one.

Keep reading


Want to get a sneak peek at a groundbreaking new show? Here it is in all its glory: an adaption featuring a female Holmes and Watson. It’s truly a work of art, something that anybody who enjoys well-written mysteries and characters can get behind. Want to keep tabs on this up and coming production? Follow @2213-tv on Tumblr to stay updated!

((thank you @mindonaledge for writing this lovely promo for me!!!!))

Mindless (M)

Originally posted by kths

Min Yoongi. 5 048 words. Rated M for adult content. Brother’s best friend AU.

❝“Look, his roommate just moved out and it’s a pretty good place–“

“Jin, I’m not sharing an apartment with Min fucking Yoongi.” There’s no mistaking the cringe on your face, as though the name on your tongue tastes too bitter for your sweet little tooth.


“I promised Seokjin I’d take care of you.”

“Then take care of me.”

“Like a brother would.”

━Desperate to get out of the god forsaken dorm and get as far away as you can from your slob of a roommate, you find yourself knocking on the smooth white door of apartment 104 that belongs to you brother’s best friend who just so happens to be your arch nemesis for as long as you can remember.

Keep reading


Prompt:  “Keep your morals away from me.”

Relationship: ex-mentor

Fandom: DC

Character: Batman

All the Bats had it and you hated it; morals. They all had they one moral code they kept them from killing, Jason was the exception. You had almost followed that moral, had almost become a Bat but you saw the flaw in it and you wanted no part. Leaving you took only a few clothes, couple bucks, and your training. In no time you made your own personal code, your own morals and that was all you needed. West Gotham was your place to look out for and so you did, you didn’t kill a lot just when you need to. Tonight was one of those nights.

Keep reading

Sunday At The Beach // 2Jae x Reader (Polyamourus Relationship)

Originally posted by demfluffycheeks

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader x Youngjae (Poly Relationship)

Genre: Fluff

Summary; Your two boyfriends take you out for a day of fun at the beach!

Keep reading

The End of the Road

Written for @tas898 for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 gift!

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1,696
Warnings: ANGST, implied smut, fluff, character death, canon divergence
Summary: Set during/after 5x16, “The Dark Side of the Moon” - Sam relives one of his best memories, knowing that one day, it won’t be a memory, but a reality.

Find the road.
Find the road.
Find the road.

Sam opened the door in front of him and walked into the main room of a grimy, poorly-furnished cabin. Postcards from several states and landmarks covered a portion of one wall, and the room was poorly lit. A rickety coffee table was perched in front of a brown couch with collapsing pillows, several blankets thrown over the seat cushions to hide the peeling fabric. A full-sized bed sat in a side room, covered with a red and white quilt. Two pillows lay at the headboard, one bright blue, the other a faded tan. The place seemed oddly familiar…

Keep reading

Stay By My Side | Levi x Reader (lemon)

Side note: this is literally the very first fanfiction I have ever written so bear with me pls.

He never wanted to have feelings for anyone. He never wanted to look at someone and feel his heart skip a beat. He never wanted to have to lose someone or leave someone he had given his heart to. He never wanted to fall in love.

And that’s why he hated you.

Everything about you made him crazy. The way you fought with unmatched passion in battle. You’re fire hot anger that burned constantly, waiting to be kindled though you had a strangely nurturing behavior towards your subordinates. The way you walked when you were still wiping away those last remnants of sleep. The way you had a tendency to make everyone around you laugh and leave smiling. The way your (H/L) (H/C) hair fell into your face when you bent your head down. He was insane with a passion and heat in his chest that proved merciless every time he was around you. He wanted it to stop and he wanted you to be far away.

But of course with that furious resilience of yours whenever in battle, you quickly moved up through the ranks and ended up right beside him. He had to see your face and sit with you in meetings every single day and he could feel himself slipping over the edge.

You were scared of him, because he seemed to only talk when he was criticizing someone’s character or yelling about god knows what. He made people do unnecessary tasks when he was annoyed and seemed completely heartless in every situation. But he was also kind of funny with his constant use of poop-based puns and his ability to see even a speck of dirt. His anger seemed to make up for the inches he was missing and he was always aggravated because he never knew the next time someone would call him “shorty.” Being friends with Hanji, you used the term quite often in feeble attempt to cover up your fear of him in any situation.

This particular morning had started like any other. You pulled on your uniform out of muscle memory, still half asleep. You clambered your way to breakfast and sat with one of the several groups calling out for you to share that one joke you had come up with on the fly last night that made a kid actually pass out from laughter. Afterwards, you made your way back to your room when your eyes were met with the terrible sight of piles upon piles of paperwork that had graced your desk. You let out an exaggerated groan and slumped over to your desk. Upon looking at the stack you realized that the situation was only growing worse because someone had given you Levi’s papers as well. Your eyes widened as you realized you would have to be the one to take them to him. Your hands shook as you grabbed the papers and slowly made your way to the hallway. Your short walk to his door was filled with fear of him yelling at you and nervousness of simply talking to him alone. Though you were scared you couldn’t deny that you felt something for him, especially when you caught the way he looked at you with a seemingly unfulfilled hunger in his eyes whenever he thought you wouldn’t notice.

You approached his door and knocked with caution. “Name. Business.” You heard a voice say from within the room.
“It’s (Y/N).” you heard footsteps and the unlocking of his door, then he was in front of you.
“What do you want?”
You spoke quickly, hoping that he wouldn’t be angry with you, “um, our papers got mixed together so I came to give you yours.” You shoved the stack into his arms and began to run back to your room as you heard a voice behind you.
“Wait.” You turned around. “I want to see you tonight after dinner. Come back at eight.”

You quickly nodded and ran back to your room, locking the door behind you. You were shaking as you sat back in your chair, fearing what your punishment would be. You had been assigned cleaning the stables several times the past month and prayed to everything holy that you wouldn’t have to do it again.

The hours seemed to drag by as you worked your way through paperwork and several cups of coffee, debating whether you should find a way to skip out on corporal and he’d maybe forget he was angry at you by tomorrow. ‘Who am I kidding, Levi is an expert at holding grudges’ you thought to yourself as you made the final decision that you must abide by his wishes and take whatever punishment you received like the upstanding individual you were. You did, after all, have to set an example for your subordinates.

You made your way to dinner and sat with yet another group of those starry-eyed kids wanting to, coincidentally, hear that one embarrassing story you had about the corporal back when you were still trainees and he already thought he was best. As you finished your story you realized that it was about the time you needed to be at Levi’s room. You excused yourself to a harmony of “boo’s” and “aww’s” and made you way back to that fuming shorty’s room.

Upon arrival, you noticed his door was already open so you simply walked in. He turned around in his chair, the usual stoic expression on his face, and told you to close the door behind you. “(y/n) do you know why I called you here?”

“I think so, but I sincerely hope I’m wrong Corporal.” You saw a faint look of hurt in his eyes and couldn’t help but wonder why.


“My name is Levi. You’ll call me by name.”

“O-okay. Sorry… Levi.”

“Anyways, I summoned you here because I need to have a word with you.”
‘Oh god, here it comes’ you thought to yourself, preparing for your inevitable punishment as you suddenly found the floorboards alarmingly interesting.

“Do you realize what you do to me?”

Shocked, you looked up to an expression in his eyes you had never seen. He seemed genuinely troubled and looked like he was experiencing an immense amount of pain. Worried, you replied “What do you mean ‘do to you’? I’ve never meant to harm you in any way if that’s what you mean.”

“(y/n) I swear I’ve tried to hold back these past few years but I can’t anymore.”

Still confused, you didn’t realize what was happening until his lips were against yours and he had pushed your back against the wall. Your eyes widened as you finally understood the situation and you began kissing back even though every fiber of your being was telling you to resist. Before you were fully aware of what was going on, Levi was kissing his way down your neck and had already removed everything obscuring his view from your upper half, save your bra. As he reached around to unclasp the last bit of fabric that had been hiding you from him and tossed it out of view, your hands shot up to cover your now exposed (s/c) skin. He pinned your wrists above your head and glanced back down at your now fully exposed breasts as he mumbled “finally.” You let out a small laugh at his reaction as his mouth made his way to your right bud. Hearing your laughter, he bit down, making you bite your lip to fight the moan that attempted to make its way into the room. Levi looked up from his position with annoyance, “don’t you dare play like you’re quiet now, I wanna hear you. In fact, I want everyone to hear you.” He smirked and picked you up, making his way to the bed.

“I don’t really think this is fair” you pouted, motioning to his still fully clothed body, as he laid your half-naked frame onto his bed. At that, you removed his jacket and began working on the straps that made it so difficult to quickly reach your goal. You achieved in discarding the straps, letting them fall to the floor, and didn’t hesitate to unbutton his shirt and make it follow. You then decided to one-up the oh-so-great corporal and add his pants to the growing pile at the foot of his bed. Before Levi could stop you he was already standing there in all his glory. Your eyes wondered the entirety of his body, taking in his toned abs, his powerful arms, his broad shoulders, and, admittedly, stopping for a moment to assess his length, which was now at its full potential.

Your eyes widened as he growled and practically ripped the fabric from your lower half. He began teasing you, running his fingers along the inside of your thighs making you groan in protest. He kissed down your body, a trail of goose bumps following close behind where he’d place his lips. After slowly kissing down the insides of your thighs, his tongue made its way into your folds, accompanied by a long and slender finger. You let out a gasp, this being a new feeling to you. Levi smirked and added another digit to the mix, making you grab his hair and let out a moan that you had been holding in far too long. A knot started to grow in your stomach as you let out a series of moans at his ministrations. “Levi… I” and just before you felt you would fall over the edge, you were left bare as Levi moved back to be face to face with you once again. He placed a series of kisses along your collar bone. “This is probably gonna hurt for a bit. Just bear with me.” And before you could reply, he had already entered you. You screamed as the pain hit you. It felt like you were being ripped apart. Levi slowly made his way out and back into you again as your pain faded to a sense of pure pleasure. “Levi. Please, move.” You said barely loud enough to be considered a whisper, but Levi seemed to hear you loud and clear as he began thrusting faster, causing the room to soon fill with sounds of both of your moans mingling with the resonating slap of skin against skin.

You soon felt that same knot forming in your stomach and soon reached and spilled over the edge you had been climbing towards. As you reached your climax, Levi let out a string of “(y/n)’s” and “fuck’s” in every octave he could manage and soon reached that same point, filling you with his warm seed that had been longing for you this whole time. He collapsed on top of you, a sweaty mess, you both breathing heavily from the actions you had just committed.

Levi moved to lay beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist as the other moved the hair out of your face. After debating whether he should let out the words he’d been holding in for so long he said “I love you, (y/n)” hoping he’d receive a response. Without a moment’s hesitation you responded with words that made the breath catch in his throat and his heart stop for a moment “I love you too, Levi.” A genuine smile crept upon his features, making you beam because you had never seen his face display such features. Levi grabbed his blankets and covered the two of you, soon falling asleep, the smile never leaving his face. You drifted off at his side, deciding that you would never leave it.


First bit of Numa is done: her base cap. Her patterned kerchief will go over this. I used another pair of Hera-style lekku to drape my pattern over, though I will probably go ahead and make new lekku as Numa’s sit much lower and are much straighter, hanging straight behind rather than fully framing the face.

This meant that I draped an entirely new cap pattern on the stand rather than re-using Hera’s. Differences: a much wider central panel at the front that narrows significantly at the root of the lekku; a very square cap-line alone the brow; lekku are rooted much further back and closer together; no earpieces as I can just add latex pieces externally to show through the kerchief; black leather rather than white, obvs. Also there is generally more head coverage and a tighter fit as Numa has no chinstrap, so I’m relying on the fit to keep the lekku on my head. We’ll see how we go!

The foam at the root of the left-hand lekk got flattened while setting, apparently, so that’s why it looks terrible: it is mid falling out.

Peppermint (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by newt-and-pickett

✯ prompt: cHRISMISH

✯ word count: a lil bit short soz

✯ warnings: none :) just fluff!

✯ notes: sorry it’s been so long! im going to try and crank out at least three this weekend :)


She wishes she can capture this moment, wrap it up and keep it with her wherever she goes because Newt’s smile is far sweeter than the gingerbread houses they’re baking.

It’s as if he has intoxicated her because she sees stars every time she looks at his freckles and his words seem to build worlds and she can’t stop wondering if his lips taste like the peppermints he has been sneaking.

She can’t but smile as she catches Newt in the act, freckled fingers far from conspicuity reaching for another glittering sweet, his eyes flicking to hers as a sheepish blush dusts itself across his cheeks like the confectionary sugar strewn across the table.

He lifts his hands, fingers still grasping the wrapped mint, “I swear it was for the gingerbread house-” He tells her, a grin playing at the edges of his lips.

Keep reading