the boys break their necks

New Beginnings

This an AU that popped into my head one night and I just had to write something for it.

Jughead and Betty are two single parents in Riverdale who meet at the local park.

Usually it was just her and Juliet at the park. None of the other parents in her neighbourhood seemed to go out to the park, preferring to stay at home, or maybe they were all at the country club she thought with amusement. Kept in a comfortable lifestyle by their wealthy husbands. Betty didn’t have such luxury, not since He had left her, no word where he was going, no note, no nothing.  She has spent her savings on a private investigator to try and find him, at least make him take on his responsibilities where Juliet was concerned, but there was nothing found and Betty had had to adjust to life as a single parent, moving back in with her parents when she could no longer afford the mortgage.

She still struggled every day to find the balance, her heart ached when she had to leave her little girl during the day with her own mum, while she went to work, but she needed to work, it was a necessity. But days like today where she had a day off made up for them. When she could dedicate herself solely to her.

She was surprised when she saw a little boy, about Juliet’s age running into the park, a lone figure strolling carefully behind him, carrying a monkey backpack in his hand.

Juliet was near the boy within seconds, Betty admired her daughter’s social skills and confidence in herself. It was one of the things that made her proud as a mum, made her feel like she had done something right along the way.

The man approached the park bench where she was sitting, leaving a generous space between them. Betty stole a glance at him. He must have been around her age, handsome, but not in the classic meaning of the word. There were a set of beauty marks dotted along the side of his cheek, high cheekbones, and soon she found her eyesight lingering on his lips.

A laugh from Juliet caught her attention and she shifted her gaze back to the playground. She mentally scolded herself for being so obvious, but she hadn’t even been on a date since He left.

“Are you giving mum a day off?” She found herself breaking the silence between them.

“Not exactly,” he replied giving her a sad smile. Betty scolded herself for going and putting her foot in it. She had a habit of saying the wrong thing.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said sympathetically.

“What about you? Giving Dad the day off?” There was a slight teasing in his tone as he asked her and she offered him a small smile.

“Not exactly.” She replied with a quirk of her eyebrow. “It’s always my day.”

“Yeah I know that feeling.” He leant back further on the park bench, relaxing.

They continued to sit on opposite ends of the park bench watching as the two toddlers, chasing each other through the playground. The blonde girl with her hair in pigtails chased while laughing maniacally, as Betty put her hand over her face in mock embarrassment.

“I think it’s cute,” he said as he watched his son hiding behind the slide, waiting for her to come and find him and upon doing so she let out a loud shriek which had both parents laughing.

“I’m Betty by the way.” She held out her hand casually across the bench and he took it eagerly.

“Jughead.” She looked at him quizzically as if he must be joking.

“Yeah, it’s a nickname but trust me it beats the alternative.” He said with a mischievous wink, which made a heat flush Betty’s cheeks.

“Which is?” She challenged, shifting a little closer on the park bench.

“You would have to get to know me better before I divulged something like that.” Betty was sure that he was flirting with her, she thought she could remember what flirting was like and that this was it.

“You live around here?” She hadn’t seen him before.

“Just moved here, from New York City. Pretty embarrassing but I moved in with my kid sister.” She shot him a sympathetic look.

“I had to move back in with my parents.” Her eyes glancing towards Juliet who was picking up stones and arranging them on a piece of play equipment, the boy soon began copying her.

“Thought there might be more people here.”

“People tend to keep themselves here.”

“Well good thing I ran into you then.” He leant towards her slightly and she felt the flush running up her neck, scolding herself for such a reaction, she was a grown woman for God’s sake.

“Yeah.” She breathed out meeting his eyes.

“Mummy.” Juliet was running over to her, break neck speed as usual, the smaller boy trying desperately to keep up with his new companion.

“Hey Honey,” She said as she leant over to capture her daughter’s hands in her own.

“Slide.” Her daughter exclaimed, before pointing over to the yellow slide in the middle of the playground. She pulled herself up, continuing to hold Juliet’s hand, as she turned to Jughead.

“We still need help going down the slide,” she explained. As she followed her daughter to the big yellow slide, holding her as she climbed up the structure to the top of the slide. She could see that Jughead was at the bottom, pointing up at her, his son, holding onto him as they both watched. Betty put Juliet on her lap as she sat on the slide, pushing herself off, making a ‘whee’ sound as Juliet laughed as they whooshed down the slide. As they landed at the bottom, Juliet clapped her hands in delight, as Betty set her down on the ground, as she stood up from the slide.

“See Jackson, that looks like fun doesn’t it?” The small boy looked at his dad, sceptical of what he was saying. He then looked up at the slide before looking at his dad again and shaking his head. “I’ll come with you.” He crouched down low to his level, taking his small hand in his own, stroking it gently with his thumb. The little boy shook his head again, and Jughead nodded, and put his arms out for a hug which Jackson quickly accepted, wrapping his arms around his dad’s neck.

Betty watched the exchange, feeling like she was intruding on a private family moment but also felt the ache for Juliet to have something like that, to be able to have her own dad to wrap his arms around her. She blinked back the tears that had started to form and smiled at Juliet, who she felt tugging on her arm ready to move onto something else.

“Would you like to go out for coffee?” She blurted out. It was like her mouth had a mind of it’s own sometimes. Apparently all she has to do is have a handsome stranger talk to her and her brain takes a vacation.

“Um, yeah, sure.” He was nervously shifting from foot to foot, and Betty was glad she wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

“There’s a diner near here, I’ll give you the address.” He looked nervous, “Juliet loves the milkshakes there,” she added, trying to make it sound more like a play date then, a real ‘date’ date.

“Do they do dinner?” He was adjusting the beanie on his head as he asked.

“Yeah?” Her eyes narrowing as she wondered what he was asking.

“Well how about we change coffee to dinner, tonight?” She could hear a hopefulness in his voice and she eagerly nodded her head, before replying casually.

“Yeah sure, I’ll just text my mum. Right after the swings,” she said quickly as she ran after Juliet who was already running for the swings on the other side of the park, with Jackson soon heading in the same direction.

Part 2

anonymous asked:

Hey Bee, I'm just feeling really crummy and worthless- like nothing I do is enough. And had an argument with my family that makes me feel like they think the same. So I came to your blog for a smile. Thanks for such a lovely blog. I was thinking that the things I'm going through sound like something shy!sid might also have gone through. If that sparks any creativity in you or the other anons that would rock

I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way!!! :(( I know that feeling and it’s definitely really rough. Here’s some shy sidney, if that helps a little:


Sidney doesn’t date. Spending effort to go out to impress a guy who may or may not be as interested in him in the end is draining, and Sidney’s been on enough awkward encounters to kill enough of his self-esteem. He likes his routines a certain way, he likes quiet Friday nights to himself at the rink, when all the players are gone and he can practice without the memories of the terrifying jeers and boys trying to break his neck surging back. He likes the stability of knowing the sameness of his schedule.

Sidney had a long term boyfriend before, and his parents made such a big fuss about it, telling Sidney how happy they were that Sidney found such a nice person. And he was nice. Nice enough before finally throwing in the towel and saying, kindly but quite honestly, “I can’t imagine living with you forever. You’re…boring.” It’d hurt more than any hockey injury, because exactly a month ago, the same man had held him close and told him warmly, “I love how there’s no surprises with you. You’re one in a million, Sid.”

Sidney believed him.

His parents ask him why his boyfriend isn’t coming over for Christmas, and Sidney tells them why, hoping the Skype call would conceal his throaty voice.

“Well, he’s not…wrong,” his father says.

Without hockey, Sidney’s always been less than enough for his father. It stings just a bit more today to hear it.

“Troy!” his mother says, smacking him on the arm before turning to Sidney. “He wasn’t worth your time, sweetheart.”

(He doesn’t tell his parents about his later boyfriends, or lack thereof, anymore.)

He keeps himself busy with work, running to and fro to keep things running in the Pens PR team, making calls and not thinking of much at all. Retweeting the player’s Cup days when he’s bored (it’s intern work, but Sarah had called in sick that week) and staring at happy families gathered around the Stanley Cup. Evgeni Malkin, the team’s captain, holds up the Cup triumphantly in one photo. There’s real penguins waddling around, flowers and streams and expensive champagne along the table, and so, so many people, all the people who love and adore Geno. A beautiful woman kisses Geno’s cheek in another photo, and Geno looks so happy.

Sidney is a little bit in love with Geno. Geno always puts on a big smile for Sidney’s cameras, strikes a silly pose and points in his direction so Sidney’s little team always gets the perfect shot. He always stays to chat with Sidney after he showers and changes out of his sweaty jersey, if Geno can find him, asking cheekily, “You see hat trick? Do for you.” And Sidney would laugh that embarrassing honking noise and tell Geno’s that he’s so full of shit when really his heart is bursting with hope.

“Have to go out with team now, you come too?” Geno asks. “Celebrate?”

“I have work left to do, have to go home,” Sidney says. It’s a Friday night. “I really can’t.”

“One day I’m find your house, make you go with us,” Geno teases, grinning. For a moment, Sidney dreams of Geno coming to his house and saying sheepishly, ‘I’m keep you company? I’m little bit tired tonight, maybe we keep talk.’ It makes Sidney’s chest flutter, but then Geno adds, “Know you really not that boring!”

And that’s all it comes down to. They’re different people, after all. Maybe Sidney’s just in love with an idea of Geno. Maybe Geno had just been amusing Sidney when Sidney ramble-mocks the latest bizarre concept he saw on the History channel, telling him, “No, no, is interesting. I’m want to know. Keep going.” It’s not the first time he’s been lied to. Maybe Sidney had just become so unwittingly lonely that anyone who could stand him for more than five minutes would do.

“Geno, the rookies say they’re going to find you someone tonight for sure!” someone yells. “Hurry the fuck up!”

Sidney smiles tightly. “Good night, Geno. Great job out there.”

He leaves, down the hallway, and Geno doesn’t stop him.

He ends up staying at the rink until he’s sure that everyone else is gone.

He skates until his knees hurt. And practices.

And practices.

And practices.

And practices.

-

He’s getting ready to go home for real when Geno’s voice says from behind, “You lie about go home.”

Sidney whips around. Geno’s in skates too, gliding over slowly.

“You didn’t go out,” Sidney says.

Geno shrugs. “You play good,” Geno says. “Really good. I watch.”

“Oh.” Sidney fiddles with his stick and pushes at the puck a little. “I used to play.”

“You not play anymore?”

“Not with people.”

“Why?”

Sidney bites his lip.

“Why?” Geno asks, again.

“I like boys,” Sidney says, looking at the ground. Might as well break his own heart completely, there and then, so he stops hoping for something so impossible and dumb. “Got my leg broken by someone in peewee. Mom got scared.” He exhales through his nose, as quietly as possible. “I got scared.”

Geno doesn’t say anything for a long time. Sidney can feel the tears welling up already.  

“Hey, I should go home,” Sidney starts.

Geno reaches out a little. “Wait.”

Sidney waits.

“We practice? Little bit?” Geno asks. “More fun two people.”

“I’m really tired,” Sidney says.

“Next time?”

“Maybe,” Sidney says. “I don’t know.”

Geno shuffles a bit. “You want eat? Know great place nearby. I’m treat.”

Sidney could eat. He braves a smile. “I have to warn you, though, I’m really as boring as you think I am. I just watched an entire season of Planet Earth, so you’re going to be hearing a lot of that.”

“You not boring,” Geno says, sounding pained as he shakes his head so earnestly. He covers Sidney’s hand that’s resting on the stick with his. “You kind of amazing.”

Geno’s hand is warm and gentle against his, and Sidney doesn’t pull away.

It’s kind of amazing.

anonymous asked:

maybe you could do a marauders era 'dating Sirius Black' headcanon? 💗

okay okay okay so

  • this boi is known by everyone as mr. badass who will break your neck and break your heart
  • and you’re totally aware of that.
  • so when he slides next to you in potions and asks for help with his project, you are 100% aware you’re being played. 
  • you automatically say no and are a bit surprised when he goes back to his table with a crooked frown.
  • that afternoon, you’re in the library looking for some references for an Ancient Runes exam, and can’t help but notice a few familiar gryffindors sitting in the next aisle. 
  • you shift around a couple of books, peeking an eye to find sirius black in a heated discussion with james potter, remus lupin, and a distracted looking peter pettigrew.
  • you know they’re his friends, but right now, they seem more like confidants, like a jury, or like investigators uncovering a clue.
  • “moony, you said she’d agree to the whole studying thing.”
  • “she’s a good student. I figured she might agree to helping you with classwork.”
  • sirius looks to james, who seems to be in deep thought (how odd)
  • “woo her. take her for a broom ride, and by the end of the night, she’ll be riding whatever you want.”
  • you’re surprised when sirius rolls his eyes.
  • “no. she’s not like not. she’s not every other girl.”
  • you accidentally let out an audible “awe.”
  • you cringe as all four pairs of eyes meet yours, a few books being knocked to the floor while you jerk away from the scene.
  • as you’re trying your best flee the scene, you clumsily trip, caught by a cliche, cocky looking sirius.
  • “spying on me now, are you?”
  • you gawk for a second before dusting off your skirt and humphing.
  • “you know, spies get persecuted when caught.” 
  • as fear begins to seep into your eyes, he crosses his arms, blowing a tendril of hair from his forehead.
  • “since I like having you around, I’ll find another way to make you pay for your crime.”
  • you narrow your eyes
  • because
  • he’s not about to
  • oh bugger
  • he is
  • “hogsmeade this weekend. you and me. i’ll meet you in front of the old merlin statue.”
  • you stand there for about ten minutes before you’ve found the library to be empty, and sirius has left with a goofy looking grin.
  • the date, however, is entirely different.
  • he’s dressed…nicely
  • he’s done his hair. well, tried.
  • and he’s actually trying his best to maintain appropriate conversation
  • it’s when you accidentally let a raunchy pun escape that he snorts a laugh, remembering why he fell for you 
  • the rest of the date is fun, and weird, and slightly amazing
  • why did you not see this sooner
  • this beautiful boy isn’t as bad as you thought, like, he’s actually kind of cool
  • and so are his friends?
  • they’re actually nice and not complete douches???and love you???
  • remus becomes your mom 
  • james is completely a dad friend
  • believe it or not, peter becomes almost like a baby brother to you
  • and you, surprisingly, become very close with lily and marlene 
  • sirius is Proud Boyfriend That Becomes Slightly Obnoxious But Only Because He Loves You So Damn Much
  • and you’re Overprotective Girlfriend That Gets Mad When He Gets Into Trouble But Forgives Him After He Gives You Puppy Dog Eyes And A Long Cuddle
  • and you forget that time in your life when you even considered disliking him
  • and years later, when he takes you back to that booth at that hole in the wall restaurant at hogsmeade, and he places a simple, velvet box in front of you, with that same ‘say yes, if you dare’ look in his eye, you remember the first time you agreed to play with sirius black, and once again, you can’t help but accept the challenge
THE WEDDING SINGER SENTENCE STARTERS
  • I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad 
  • All I wanna do is grow old with you.
  • I’m sorry… I just couldn’t do it.
  • Well, if you need more time, I guess I could wait.
  • No… I don’t need more time, _____. I don’t ever want to marry you.
  • Gee, you know that information… really would’ve been more useful to me *yesterday.*
  • I’ve still got the Spandex; I’ll put ‘em on right now.
  • Once again, things that could’ve been brought to my attention YESTERDAY!
  • But it all was bullshit.
  • It was a goddamn joke
  • All right, remember - alcohol equals puke equals smelly mess equals nobody likes you!
  • Hey, buddy, I’m not paying you to hear your thoughts on life. I’m paying you to sing.
  • Well, I have a microphone, and you don’t, SO YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!
  • He’s losing his mind.
  • Oh, I don’t think anybody could puke more than than kid. I think I saw a boot come out of him.
  • You hit two cones back there. Those could have been people… they could have been guests at her wedding!
  • Hey, psycho - we’re not gonna discuss this, OK, it’s over. Please get out of my ____ t-shirt before you jinx the band and they break up.
  • Oh, man, I heard what happened to you at your wedding, that was so cold! You must’ve felt like shit!
  • No, sir, I have no experience but I’m a big fan of money. I like it, I use it, I have a little. I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator. I’d like to put more in that jar. That’s where you come in.
  • That’s not nice… Very creative, though.
  • No. Your penis is too small.
  • Sir, one more outburst, I will strangle you with my microphone wire. You understand me.
  • Excuse me! Just because he’s going out with me doesn’t mean he’s going to get laid.
  • If you find somebody you can love, you can’t let that get away.
  • What I’m saying is all I really want is someone to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be all right.
  • Hang on, hon! I’m watching Dallas! I think J.R. might be dead or something - they shot him!
  • I don’t know, man. I would lose that glove. You look nuts.
  • This is a great idea. I’m glad you came around. You want to do some gambling and have some fun right away, or you just want to get married?
  • Hey. I kissed her, but it didn’t mean anything, I just brought her the jacket.
  • We’re living in a material world and I am a material girl… or boy.
  • How about this? You talk about her ass again, I’ll break your neck.
  • I don’t. I think she’s a beautiful girl, but she’s about to marry that jerk-off.
  • Listen, I know you’re shy and I know you’ve been hurt, so I’m going to make this really easy on you. If you come upstairs, you’re gonna get laid.
  • Oh man. You know what sucks though? Once you get married, the party’s over, right?
hideously green jacket

sooooo i went back to writing because she @k-raftboeck made me. also those two posts: 1 & 2

The sun had disappeared some hours ago, even before the start of the competition, so it not only was pitch dark but also very cold. Andi zipped up his jacket and pulled his purple beanie over his ears, walking from the hill towards the parking where the car, that would bring them back to the hotel, was waiting. He already was a bit late, coming from the victor´s ceremony as he had ended up 3rd in the competition, and hurried past the little huts and containers for the equipment, the media and the jumpers. The buildings were throwing shadows on the already poorly illuminated, gravelled way and the boy was careful not to trip. A few metres in front of him, next to a white bungalow, he spotted someone in a green jacket, just as ugly as his own, standing with the back to him and slightly leaning on the wall of the building. He just could make out the outlines of the person waiting because there were no lights at all but the silvery light of the moon and the pungent blueish light of a phone illuminating the man. Andi could make out rumpled brown hair and a slender silhouette but nothing more. Approaching the boy in front of him, he remembered that earlier Stephan had said something about waiting for him after the ceremony but due to all the action before and during the victor´s ceremony he had not thought about it until now. A smile appeared on his face thinking about his teammate, his warm brown eyes, his messy hair, the dimples that appeared every time he laughed (and he often laughed when he was with Andi), his clumsiness in the mornings when he still was tired. Andreas chuckled silently when he remembered how his room-mate had tripped over his luggage this morning, searching for socks, the toothbrush in his mouth and how he had almost spit the toothpaste on his shirt. He heard a sudden cough and blushed; he felt caught even though no one could have known what he was thinking. Andreas looked around but saw nobody but the boy in the green jacket still standing in front of him. He must have been the one to cough. Approaching the person Andi grew surer that it was Stephan; the way he was leaning on the building seemed familiar and weren´t those the shoes he had worn today? He slowed down and made sure his steps were as silent as possible. In this manner he sneaked up to the boy in front of him. Andreas had just intended to scare him but he spontaneously changed his mind and quickly put his hands in front of the other boy´s eyes. “Domen? To ti?” At the sound of those words, Andi drew his hands back in surprise. The man in front of him turned around and they both stared at each other for a while until Andi´s stuttered “uhm… sorry” broke the silence. He had blushed to the roots of his hair and avoided eye-contact with Peter, who smiled awkwardly. “Did yo-,” he began, but the German boy interrupted him. “I´m terribly sorry, I mistook you for someone else, my bad. Those terrible jackets… look the same,” he mumbled, nervously adjusting his beanie – that´s what he did in awkward situations. “It´s alright,” the older boy giggled, “I agree though, the jackets are terrible. Seems we have the same sponsor this year.” Andi sighed in relief that the embarrassing situation had passed and Peter had handled it so well. “Whom did you expect to find though?” the Slovenian asked. The question immediately made Andi stutter again and he nervously licked his lips as he was searching for an innocuous answer. “Uhm… I just w-” “Sorry, have you seen And- oh! There you are, I´ve been searching for you.” Stephan had appeared behind Andi and just recognised Peter at the first moment but then spotted his teammate. “I have been waiting for you, where have you been? The car is going to leave soon,” he asked Andi who just was relieved to take the excuse to escape the situation. “Sorry, I´m coming. See you tomorrow, Peter.” The two Germans said goodbye to the other jumper and hurried towards the parking. After a few steps, Andi couldn´t help it any more and burst out into laughter. “Oh dear,” he sighed, “you´ve just saved me from quite a situation.” “What kind of situation,” Stephan asked, slowing down his steps. They had reached the end of the jumper-area and the following meters to the parking were completely dark as no lamps illuminated it and the moon had disappeared behind the clouds. “Well,” said Andi, “I remembered you said you´d be waiting for me.” “Which I did,” the boy walking next to him replied, “Why didn´t you come to the press-room though, didn´t we want to meet there?” “I´m sorry, I must have overheard it over all the fuss before the ceremony…” “It´s alright,” Stephan chuckled and jokingly poked Andi in the arm. “But back to that situation you were having with Peter.” “It´s your fault actually,” Andreas giggled. “I remembered you would be waiting for me and when I saw someone in a hideously green jacket standing in front of me with uncombed brown hair a-,” “Hey,” the smaller boy exclaimed in fake disapproval, “my hair is not as messy as yours!” “Not sure about that,” Andi snickered and tried to pull down Stephan´s beanie over his eyes. “Just because your hair is covered by a purple million dollar cow shitting chocolate doesn´t mean it´s better,” Stephan joked. “What did I do that you´re always so terribly nice,” Andi laughed but added “noo, I love your hair.” There was a moment of silence and their steps on the stony way were the only sound disturbing it. Andi cursed himself for his last words and in the darkness he couldn´t see how Stephan had blushed and now had a little smile on his face. Suddenly there was a sound of shoes slipping on stone and Andi heard Stephan breathing in sharply and the he felt his hand on his arm. “Uh, shit, it´s so dark I think I tripped over something,” Stephan mumbled and was about to remove his hand from Andi´s arm but he seemed to hesitate. “You better continue holding onto me or you will break your neck,” the taller boy giggled, “I just want to remember you of this morning when yo alm-” “Oh shut up, “ Stephan answered but then moved his hand from Andi´s upper arm, that he had held onto when he stumbled, down to his hand and almost shyly grabbed it. At first their grip was weak but it grew firmer and their fingers entangled. “I still sometimes can´t believe someone as clumsy as you makes it down the hill safe and sound,” Andi giggled and stroked the back of Stephan´s hand with his thumb. Again they fell quiet and just walked; the lights of the parking already appeared at the end of the way. “Anyway,” Andreas cleared his throat, “back to what I was telling earlier. So I spotted this person in the green jacket and with messy hair,” he gave Stephan a cheeky look and felt him slightly squeezing his fingers, “and somehow was very sure it was you. So I decided to scare you and put my hands over the person´s eyes… well turned out it was Peter…” “I imagine he was quite flabbergasted,” Stephan giggled and then grinned cheekily as he asked his next question. “But what were you going to do then?” “Huh?” The boy walking next to him looked at him doubtfully. “I mean,” Stephan stopped and turned to Andi, a smirk on his face, “ what would you have done if it had been me and you had put your hands around my eyes?” Andi, who now understood where this was going, grinned. “Well,” he began, “I guess you would have turned around.” He came a step closer to Stephan, their faces were just a few centimetres apart now. “And then?” Stephan whispered, his voice slightly trembling from excitement and maybe fear. “And I would still have my arms around your neck,” Andi breathed and hesitatingly lifted his free hand to Stephan´s face, the other one still was tightly holding his hand. “I would have been surprised but then I would have realized that it was exactly the situation I had been waiting for and imagining all this time,” Stephan said softly and put his free hand on Andi´s waist, slowly pulling him closer. Andreas just had the time think how small Stephan was next to him and how he had never realized it until their lips touched. He felt Stephan´s lips slightly trembling and as if to calm him he put one hand on the back of his head, minimizing the distance between their bodies, and with other one, that had been holding Stephan´s hand until now, he slowly moved up his arm. Stephan had now put both arms around Andi´s waist and lifted himself a bit on his toes. For a second, Andreas pulled back to catch his breath and looked into Stephan´s face. His amazingly cute dimples had appeared and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Is this what you imagined,” Andi asked tenderly. “No,” Stephan sighed and chuckled at the look on Andi´s face. “This is so much better!” And with this words he pressed his lips on the other boy´s lips again. Andi gasped and slightly opened his mouth; the feeling of Stephan´s soft lips on his, of his hands holding him tightly made him forget everything around him. He felt like falling and flying at the same time, it was like ski flying only so much more intense. Eventually, Stephan gently pulled his head back and whispered:”We should really hurry now if we don´t want the car to leave without us.” They still were standing tightly hugged and Andi was softly stroking Stephan´s cheek. “Alright,” the taller boy sighed, “you´re probably right. Let´s go!” “I am right,” Stephan grinned cheekily, “but before we do go I think I´ve got to fix you up a little because you look like…,” he examined Andi´s face, searching for the right phrase. “Like I just heavily made out with somebody?” Andi laughed. “I suppose so,” Stephan giggled while adjusting the other boy´s purple beanie. “Well, lucky for us that it´s so dark,” he smiled. They continued walking towards the parking, their hands subtly touching. Just as they reached the light of the first lamp illuminating the parking place – they could already see the car and their teammates waiting impatiently – Stephan leaned over to Andi and whispered:”We definitively have to repeat that.” “Yes, we do,” Andreas giggled and both smiling they hurried up to the vehicle. “What have you two been doing? We have been waiting for hours!” Richi complained. “Sorry,” Andi mumbled, “the interview took a bit longer.” As they already were sitting in the car, Markus turned around from the front seat. “Why are the two of you smiling so mysteriously all the time anyway? Stephan and Andi looked at each other and trying to contain his laughter, Stephan said: “Nothing, really…”

7

Scrolling down this tag gave me ptsd. I will never be the same person again (top oldest bottom most recent)

Well…Kagami is probably one of my oldest characters, hung around for the full 2+ years. In fact a few of these pictures were posted on my original blog before I even made THIS one. I also jus recently gave the dude a REAL name, which I know maybe confusing but it’s Kagami now. His previous name was just a turf alias.

His appearance evolved slowly, the major change is that I decided to flush his colors out a bit in the end. He got his Pringle ponytail rather early amusingly.

The thing that changed the MOST was DEF his story and shit. He started from a simple concept of “smart nerd gets his glasses broken he will break you” kinda trope, but it eventually evolved into some angsty alter trope?? Where he was severely mentally damaged and his original self is socially inept and spontaneously violent (and murdered someone lol) and his alter was the perfect and calm sona people see? Apparently breaking his glasses triggered for the original to break ur neck apparently lol. Boy that was…overly angsty but neat concept.

Now he’s just an overly stressed Asian kid that is smothered by expectations and needs to express himself more lollll wow how things come around. His violent nature in turf is just him getting his frustrations out instead of being some alter behind it. Break his glasses you’re still dead, but now it’s just cause he’s just tired of all the shit happening to him that he is like fuck everything??? My life sucks can I have a break

Touken Fic: A touch

Title: A touch

Requested by Anon

Kaneki gets in fight with Touka’s boyfriend and later she tends to his wound and now he’s in love.

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He sat with his back against the wall, hissing in pain. There was blood dripping from his hand and it fell on the ground. He had thought he wasn’t capable of getting hurt like this again, not after he became a … ghoul.

The boy shouldn’t have done it. If he had behaved himself, Kaneki wouldn’t have ended up sitting here and cursing in his mind. He stared at the blood after raising his hand. So, so red. Yet it wasn’t the pain that made him angry, it was that stupid boy’s face and his words.

Kaneki had been making coffee when he had noticed the boy dragging Touka with her arm outside the shop. Unease had flared up inside him as he made a decision of following them. He was in a dilemma since he knew Touka could handle whatever situation it was and was more than capable of smacking someone to their senses if she needed to.

When he had set the cup down and made it to the door, he had realized that the reason he was following them was not just because he was worried about her but…he was curious too. He had seen her with that boy before as well, when he had come to the shop and drank latte and had made her laugh at a very stupid joke.

He had found them at the back of the store and he had heard that boy yelling at Touka about something. Kaneki had stood by the wall and heard him speak for a minute or so before he had lost it.

‘’I didn’t date you so you could whore around and-’’ Kaneki and rushed towards the boy, whirled him around and punched him straight in the face. What happened after that resulted in Touka yelling at both of them, the boy almost breaking Kaneki’s hand and Touka getting close to breaking her boy- no, ex-boyfriend’s neck.

‘’You shouldn’t have done it.’’ He didn’t heard her coming there but when she spoke, he looked up to find her staring at him, there was a box in her hand and frown on her face.

‘’I’m sorry’’ He replied as she sat down beside him, so close that their shoulders were touching. He didn’t move and a part of him was glad that she didn’t either.

‘’For what?’’ She asked him and opened the box,

‘’For you having to deal with a person like that.’’ He looked at her and their gazes collided, suddenly he could hear his heartbeat a little louder than before and suddenly, her stare became too intense.

When she finally looked away from him, he let out a sigh of relief. Touka snorted, ‘’You should worry about yourself idiot.’’ She told him but this time her tone was soft. No sarcasm or hatred or annoyance. She unrolled the bandage and cut it with a scissor.

‘’You need to disinfect it first.’’ Kaneki told her, holding out his hand and trying to hide his smile.

She glared at him, ‘’I know that!’’ He felt a laugh bubbling inside him from her reaction. But he didn’t laugh because he didn’t want her to get angry at him. It was one of those moments when she was talking to him - actually talking with him. He wasn’t going to let himself ruin it.

She disinfected the would, grabbing his hand first and cleaned the blood. Some of it smudged on her hand as well, red against her cream ones, but she never complained. As she dressed his wound, her face was bent and her eyes were trained on his hand with focus. But his eyes…he couldn’t take them off her.

He noticed that her hair were really dark without being black and it was a color of midnight and her eyes were like jewels. He noticed that her lips were pink and soft and he could have -

Shit! No! What was he thinking? This was Touka, this was a ghoul and she probably hated him.

When she was done, she looked up and Kaneki quickly averted his gaze, scared of being caught. She was way to perceptive.

‘’Its done’’

‘’Thank you’’

‘’I’m the one who should say it,’’ she replied, surprising him. He turned to face her, unable to hide his shock, ‘’but what to do? I’m not good at words.’’ No she wasn’t.

She didn’t thanked him at all, instead she closed the small distance between them and planted a kiss on his cheek. Her lips made contact with his skin and something inside him exploded. She didn’t pull back right away and let her soft lips linger there and Kaneki swallowed, acutely aware of his impossibly beating heart.

And he realized why he had followed her and that guy out.

Because he was jealous.

anonymous asked:

I still can't believe how easily henrik spit the water out of his mouth mid kiss (when they resurface, in the pool scene).. I'd drown to death if I had mouth full of water while kissing someone :( kissing with mouth full of water and not dying? Check. Going up the stairs while looking backwards and not breaking neck? Check. This boy is gifted as fuck.

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HamilSquad™ - Chapter 1

Tags: College AU, Hamilton Musical, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan/Lafayette

Story Summary: Alexander Hamilton is a freshman in college, and when his roommates Thomas, James, and Burr kick him out within the first month of him living in New York, Alexander needs a new home, and new roommates. Luckily, John Laurens is a dork and hangs flyers around school stating that he and his two other roommates (Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan) are in need of a fourth person to pay rent, and Alexander hits them up. They’re all hilarious and click really quickly, the triplet easily becoming a quartet. Plus, Alexander would get to live with three attractive guys, including one REALLY cute John Laurens. Definitely a welcome bonus.

Words in Chapter 1: 1076

Story Rating: T (Teen and Up) for the reason of curse words, terrible innuendos, and alcohol mentions in much later chapters. All TW listed at start of chapter.

TW for Chapter: Mention (very very briefly) of Hamilton’s mother’s death, food (only coffee and flan are mentioned but I thought better be safe than sorry), and homelessness

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Chapter 1: The Roommate’s Pamphlet

           As of 5:00am this morning, Alexander Hamilton was homeless. Burr always told him that his mouth was going to be the thing to get him in trouble, but he never guessed Burr would actually be right about something for once. He had been dorming with a three guys from the debate team for the first month of his college career when they suddenly decided they’d had enough of him. Ok so, maybe it wasn’t so sudden. Alexander just could never resist his constant urge to roast Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. They’re both assholes, Alexander told himself. They deserved it.

           But, understandably, one could only take so much roasting, and Jefferson and Adams soon reached the end of their ropes. Aaron Burr, never one for confrontation, tried to remain completely impartial to the quarrel going on between the three; the only opinion he voiced being that they were all being extremely immature. His un-alignment shattered, however, when Alexander got fed up about having no one on his side and accused Burr of having no opinions on anything. Alexander could remember exactly what he had said to the stoic man clear as day. “If you stand for nothing Burr, what do you fall for?” Burr immediately chose a side after that and, unsurprisingly, it sure wasn’t Hamilton’s.

           So that’s how Alexander Hamilton, Political Science major and straight A student, ended up on the streets after only a month of living in New York. It’s not like Alexander was super worried. It was summer still; classes hadn’t started yet for people who took the summer semester off. Plenty of freshmen were moving in soon, Alexander just happened to be early. Surely there’s going to be plenty of people in need of roommates. Alexander told himself as he approached Starbucks, in desperate need to put his duffle bag down (with everything he owned in it, he never was a man of many belongings) and a break.

           Alexander ordered himself a Caramel Flan Frappuccino (he deserved a break, sue him) from a cheery barista named Maria and sat down at the booth closest to door. It was situated against a large window, which Alexander ended up people watching out of when he decided it wasn’t worth digging through his duffel bag for his laptop. It was really just an excuse for Alexander “Non-Stop” Hamilton to actually relax for once. The coffee was nice. It reminded Alexander of his life in the Caribbean.

           More specifically, it reminded him of the flan his mother used to make for family dinners before his dad left. The flan his mother used to make for the two of them before they both got sick. The flan Alexander learned to make in the days he had gotten better, the days before she died. The flan Alexander made for his cousin the night before he-

           “JOHN NO GET BACK HERE!” Alexander is shocked out of his revere. A boy comes running down the sidewalk, looking to be about Alexander’s age, all mischief and freckles, his shoulder length brown curly hair bouncing wildly behind him as he runs at a break-neck speed. The boy stops abruptly in front of a lamppost, whipping out a bottle of superglue and a piece of paper from god knows where, and expertly glues the edges perfectly to the post in record time just to take off again. Another boy, more of a man really, comes running up just as boy number one (John, Alexander assumes) disappeared around the street corner.

           The second guy stops at the lamppost just like the first one, but doesn’t seem to have anything to add to it, laughing (why was he laughing?) at the paper as he attempted to take it down. The paper holds fast. As the guy struggled with the paper and shook his head in disbelief, Alexander got a good look at him, much better than the glance he’d gotten of John. This guy was tall, really tall, and really buff. He had his small afro contained in a headband stretched across his forehead, and he was dressed too fashionably to be chasing someone. Clearly he hadn’t planned on it. He had on nice white jean jacket over a navy blue t-shirt (matching his headband) with a pattern of tiny white stars. Not to mention the widely ripped blue jeans, showing off large expanses of his chocolate colored skin. “John I swear to god!” The guy takes off again, still laughing without a care in the world.

           Alexander shook himself out of his staring, closing his mouth all the way, realizing he had been gaping the slightest bit. He decided to take his coffee to go, the air conditioning was making him rather cold anyways, and walked outside to see just what, exactly, was this mysterious John posting around town that had his friend so hysterical.

           When Alexander made it to the post, he leaned in closely to read what seemed to a letter of sorts. This should be good. What Alexander got was even better than good, better than great even. The letter stated:

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           Hey! Are you looking for a roommate? How about 3 obnoxiously loud males who occasionally drink too much and have board game night on Wednesdays and movie night on Thursdays? Don’t like cooking your own meals and enjoy having a 6”2 burly guy constantly doting on you and forcing delicious food down your throat? Don’t mind a French foreign exchange student walking around in his underwear 24/7 because he doesn’t understand American culture? (It’s all a lie he just wants an excuse to not put on pants.) Have enough sanity to listen to a college student rant about how cute turtles are, how amazing Disney is, and how fun football is? Then you’ve come to the right place!

           But in all seriousness though, we have a room open in our four-bedroom apartment and we could use the extra person paying rent. It has a big living room and Frenchy bought a giant flat screen TV with a Netflix we all use and a sweet kitchen. You’ll even get your own bathroom! That has to sound at least a little bit enticing. Right?

           Call us @ (431) 591-3332

Signed,

John Laurens <3 (And Hercules and Lafayette who didn’t agree with the beautiful and extremely elegant choice of words in this flyer but were too lazy to write it themselves so they can deal with it)

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         Perfect, Alexander thought.


[Chapter 2]