the glove does things for me

Some of my fave Merlin bloopers:
  • when colin does the cartwheel into the tavern
  • when gwaine dies and percival leans in like he’s going to kiss him and gets like a cm away from his face and they both crack up
  • “pub’s not that way mate”
  • the one with the glove
  • when merlin and arthur run into the room and shut the door and it breaks and colin laughs but bradley just drags him away
  • when anthony stuart head pushes colin’s chair over
  • every single one where eion macken just like. falls down.
  • but esp the one where colin is walking in front of him and eion falls and he keeps doing his line then turns around and laughs at him
  • “bradley, not bradley that’s arthur!”
  • when katie’s dress got caught on the prop and she almost fell
  • how nathaniel parker couldn’t get through a scene without giggling
  • *quirks eyebrow* hello
  • “This is one of those rare occassions………….” “you forget you’re line”
  • “Why would I forget that word I’ve been saying it all day?”
  • all of them basically
  • every single one
Keith unintentionally spies on Lance in the training room  … (Part Three)

where the Blue Paladin is kicking ass. And Keith’s kind of mesmerized by it. Then he’s more than mesmerized — he’s freaking out because he’s actually kinda sorta into this brutally efficient soldier version of Lance.

(Part One Here) (Part Two Here)

Lance tilts his head at Keith, his rifle bayard sheathed and one hand coming up to run through the damp strands of his hair. “What was what?”

“All of … this.” Keith gestures helplessly to the now empty training deck. “Since when do you use my battle sims?”

“Since, uh, you started designing them?” Lance replies, sounding wary. “Um, was I not supposed to?”

“No, but, I made them … They’re meant to be hard, nearly impossible —”

“Ah, so you’re offended I actually managed to finish it?” Lance grins, and Keith half expects a fight to come out of this, but instead Lance says, without any bite to his tone, “Dude, maybe I’m not super ninja awesome badass with a blade, but I can hold my own. I’m sure I’m not nearly as —”

“You just beat my time by four minutes,” Keith blurts out.

Lance stops mid-sentence and stares. Keith shuffles his feet, ventures to take another couple of steps. He’s close enough to see how truly drenched with perspiration Lance is — to see the sweat dripping down from his temple, along the side of his face and then his neck … Which is not at all important or worth noting or whatever his brain was doing right now, damn it, stop.

“Wow, seriously? You’re serious right now?” And when Keith nods, Lance puffs out his chest and fist pumps. “Hell yes! You know what? I stand corrected, I am a super ninja awesome badass with a rifle, and I will take you down any day, any time, Red, you just —”

“How often have you been practising?” Keith asks, genuinely curious and also more than a little desperate to stop the boasting which was actually attractive, what the actual hell. “Because you did not just get that good today.”

“Huh, like, three or four times a week? More when we’re not on mission, or when you’re not in one of your moods that means pretty much no one can get in here until you’ve worked out whatever crawled up —”

“So whenever I’m not in here, you are,” Keith surmises, and somehow this bothers him. Maybe because instead of spending hours in here on his own, with only his demons for company, he could have been spending hours in here with the loudmouth Blue Paladin — that this seems the better option terrifies him, so he shoves down the thought, buries it in the furthest, dustiest, least visited corner of his mind.

“I’m not that obsessed,” Lance continues, wiping at his face with his now armourless hands. “I actually have other stuff to do — pester Pidge, play Jetpack Frozen Tag with Hunk, swap ridiculous weather stories with Coran — he is so totally fascinated by tornados. Apparently they were never a thing on Altea, which means they never would have had classics like Twister or Sharknado, and that’s a crying shame, let me tell you…”

“Lance,” Keith starts, then stops. Then he stares rather helplessly at the Blue Paladin, who has begun taking off pieces of the armour, making relieved little noises as he does so. 

“Yeah?” Lance is holding his gloves, vambraces, and his chest plate, which is probably the worse part, because the flight suit underneath is … “Keith, buddy, you’re being weird. Well, weirder. What’s up?”

“I was coming in here to train and you —”

“Uh-uh, no way, you are not training after you almost died, did die, you stopped breathing, jackass — only yesterday!” That Lance has the energy to be pissed at Keith is actually almost as impressive as everything else he did just a few minutes ago. “I’m not working my butt off here for you to just —”

And he abruptly snaps his mouth shut, his blue eyes impossibly wide.

Keith suddenly feels like he might have the upper hand, and he seizes the opportunity like a drowning man snagging a life preserver.

“You haven’t been practising for me to just … what, Lance?”

Author’s note: You know who’s bad at feelings? Keith. You know who I always have the hardest time writing about? Keith. You know whose POV I’ve written from the most? Keith.

I have a problem.

But it’s not the fabulous people that are following along with this random, spur-of-the-moment fic. *hugs* Thank you! And now, Part Four Here!

“Well, sah, not everone agrees with what he does, sah.”
“Are we by any chance talking about Wallace Sonky? The manufacturer of rubber goods?”
“Boots and gloves seem noncontroversial to me, Acting Captain.”
“It’s… er… the other stuff, sah!” Colon coughed nervously. “He makes them rubber wallies, sah.”
“Ah. The preventatives.”
“Lot of people don’t agree with that sort of thing, sah.”
“So I understand.”
Colon drew himself up to attention again.
“Not natural, in my view, sah. Not in favor of unnatural things.”
Vetinari looked perplexed.
“You mean… you eat your meat raw and sleep in a tree?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing.”

– on unnatural things | Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

I have to live with the fact that I will never be as edgy and rebellious as Yuri fucking Plisetsky when I was 15 like are you kidding me.

This kid goes behind his coaches back, does his own damn thing for the exhibition skate because he fuckin wants to, he met a cool new friend that rides a motorcycle, and is automatically like shit I can roll w this dude and when he finds out Otabek DJs, he follows him and gets in the club somehow DESPITE being told No you can’t, it’s a club and ur 15, has that same friend pick out a song for him, skates to some hard ROCK, wears a punkass outfit complete with sunglasses, fingerless gloves and some prime smokey eye and gives exactly NO SHITS.

What the HELL

loud and clear...

Working through my creative block by writing some fix-it fics for things that bugged me in 6B. This is set right after Killian’s conversation with Nemo on the docks after the first proposal. I also pulled two of my kiss prompts into this “surprise kiss” and “I’m sorry kiss”. 

“Seek forgiveness. Because whatever happened, it will always stay with you.”

Nemo’s words churn wildly in his gut long after he’s gone, the man’s friendly advice, while what he knows he needed to hear, putting voice to the only choice he has left. He’s been through too much with Emma to hide from her. She deserves to hear the truth, her entire family does.

Lifting his flask to his lips he takes another long drag of the strong rum, remembering when it had once given him solace, or at least an escape. Now, it just tastes like his past. A past he’s worked hard to forgive himself for.

“There you are.”

Startled by Emma’s voice, fingers numb from the cold lose grip on the flask and it clatters to the wood of the dock at his feet. His reflexes are a bit dulled by the alcohol and she’s moved to pick it up before he’s even thought about bending to retrieve it. Her eyebrows narrow as she obviously notes how empty it is, but she still smiles before taking a sip of her own. Cold muscles beneath his skin tighten slightly at the sight of her as thoughts of Neverland and tasting the same rum on her lips for the first time come rushing back.

When she steps forward to place her free hand on his chest and press her lips softly against his, he’s all at once reminded of how far they’ve come. He feels like a thief in the night when he leans in for more, his hand at her back stealing her warmth and grasping for her love before it’s potentially ripped away.

“Sorry, didn’t meant to startle you,” she whispers, her breath warm against his numb lips.

“Happy surprise, love.” He nuzzles her nose with his in hopes of selling the half truth, despite knowing he won’t be leaving these docks without relieving himself from this guilt that’s threatening to devour everything he holds dear.

Her hands are warm as she burrows them around his back beneath his jacket, but the green of her eyes look a bit icey as she pulls back from his lips to lock him in her gaze.

“So, wanna tell me why you’re hiding out here all by yourself? I knew something was wrong when you didn’t want to come to the loft and now I find you half drunk and freezing your ass off.”

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A Strong Dislike (William Nylander)

Anonymous said:

hey! Could you maybe write one with William Nylander where you act like you hate each other but you’re actually in love with each other and too afraid to admit it? Thanks!!💕 (you’re such an amazing writer btw)

Anonymous said:

Could you do #3 with William nylander please ❤

#3: “Come with me to the other room.” - “We’re not going to talk about this now.”

Word count: 1226

Originally posted by wiillmajohansson

You don’t hate people.

Growing up, your parents always taught you that you never hated people, you just strongly disliked them. You took their advice; at least, you took their advice until you met William.

From the very moment that you had laid eyes on William, you had thought that he was really cute. Sydney Esiason, your best friend and the reason you were at the Leafs event in the first place, immediately started heckling you when she saw your face go bright red. When you had finally gotten up the courage to talk to William, though, things took a turn south.

William Nylander was a jerk. You hadn’t expected him to make a face when he saw you and comment about how it didn’t surprise him that Sydney had brought one of her puck bunny friends along. From there, the two of you had just gotten along swimmingly. Between the dirty looks thrown between each other to the little jabs about anything having to do with your ‘enemy,; you could say with ease that you hated William Nylander.

You still couldn’t manage to get over your crush on him, though. When he would glare at you, you couldn’t help but to notice how pretty his eyes are. Everytime he would get into an argument with you, his voice would send chills through you. However hard you tried to hate him, you also loved him, just a little bit.

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anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran reacting to MC having a miscarriage (sorry guys :,(


~Did somebody order angst with a side of tears? {-this is long i’m sorry-}

(This subject hits a sensitive spot for me so I had to give them all a nice finish.^^ “Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.”)

◉ Yoosung

  • He was at the computer playing LOLOL when you approached him
  • He thought you were going to ask him to get off and eat dinner
    • “Just a few more minutes MC, there’s a rare monster.”
    • “Yoosung, I think somethings wrong…I’m bleeding…”
  • His face went pale and he tossed his headset on the desk
    • The baby?…”
  • You nodded tearfully
  • He placed his hand on your tummy before rushing you to the doctor
  • Yoosung is a mess
  • He’s trying to keep it together for your sake but his hands are shaking
  • When the doctor tells you two the bad news he let’s go and cries
  • You both are just hugging each other
    • “You’re still a very young and healthy couple. There’s plenty of time to try again. Please rest easy for the next day or two.”
  • He’s treating you like a delicate flower
  • Cooks and brings you food in bed and makes sure you eat it all
  • Really he’s just trying to preoccupy his mind because he can’t bare to think about it
  • You ask to take a shower
  • Yoosung passes by the door and hears you sobbing through the running of the water
  • He broke down there in the hallway
  • When you get out he just lays in bed with you and you are both crying and comforting each other until you fall asleep
        • -After-
  • He was nothing but ecstatic when you found out you were expecting again
  • He got a mug made with the sonogram picture on it and uses it at work
  • It’s a boy!
  • He’s not a very good sleeper (the baby)((well Yoosung too lol))
  • Yoosung stays up all night holding him
  • Or rocking him with one arm and playing LOLOL with his free hand

◉ Jumin

  • You hadn’t gotten out of bed all day
  • There was a lot of pain in your back and you just wanted to lay down
  • When Jumin got home from work and saw you were still in bed and hurting
  • He was pissed at his staff
  • No one called him?????
  • He sent for a doctor right away and then just laid with you on the bed
  • Stroked your hair
  • Said everything was going to be okay
  • After examining you he pulled Jumin aside
    • “There’s no heartbeat, Mr. Han…I’m so sorry…”
  • When he walked back into the room with tears in his eyes you knew…
    • “Oh God…Jumin…”
  • You just broke down in sobs
  • He met you on the bed and pulled you into him
  • Let you cry into his shoulder
  • He glanced at the bassinet at the corner of the room
  • He was so elated he bought it the day you announced you were pregnant
  • Jumin buried his emotions about it after that day
  • He stepped away from work completely because you stopped eating
  • He turned his phone off
  • which is very unlike him
  • And doesn’t let anyone visit the penthouse
  • Just devoted himself to caring for you and helping you recover
  • Which helps him recover
        • -After-
  • Nothing could wipe the smile from Jumin’s face when it was confirmed you both were expecting once again
  • Kissed you so hard
  • It’s a girl!
  • Literally so spoiled omg
  • She’s a daddys girl from the start, he soothes her instantly when he picks her up
    • “This was your big sisters bassinet…we miss her so much. But she watches over you now.”
  • Sings lullabies to her omg it’s literally the cutest thing ever
  • You stand outside the door and just listen

◉ Zen

  • You had been throwing up all day
  • But it wasn’t the normal morning sickness you had been feeling
  • There was a lot of pain and you just knew something was wrong
  • Zen came home from rehearsals to find you on the bathroom floor
  • He immediately freaked out
    • “BABE! Why didn’t you call me?! What’s going on?!”
  • He ran to your side
    • “I think something’s wrong…”
    • “Oh my god…Ok, let’s get you into bed. C-Can you walk?”
    • “I don’t know, I have a lot of pain right now”
  • He picked you up and carried you to the bed
  • His mind was racing, he didn’t know what to do
  • He kissed your forehead
    • “I’ll be right back, okay. Just rest”
  • His hand lingered on your tummy
  • Stepping into the other room he pulled out his phone
  • He could barely dial, his tears were clouding his eyes
    • “Yes, hello?”
    • “Jumin…It’s Zen. I-I need a favor”
  • After explaining what was going on, Jumin didn’t hesitate to agree to send a doctor right away
    • “Please let me know if you need anything else. All of us will have you in our thoughts.”
  • He was a mess waiting
  • Though he tried not to show it
  • He paced around the living room taking deep breaths to calm himself before planting a smile on his face and returning to you, he wanted to be strong for you
    • “The doctor is on the way. I’m going to get you a glass of water and you have to drink it all, okay babe?”
  • It seemed like forever until he arrived
  • You described your symptoms and he took a good look over you
    • “Yes, these things are to be expected with the loss of a pregnancy early on…Make sure she relaxes for a while and call me if you need anything else.”
  • Zen couldn’t find the words to say
  • He felt so powerless in that moment
  • He got so excited when you both found out that he posted a selfie of you two with the pregnancy test
  • He felt this guilt in his chest, maybe if he hadn’t been working so much…
    • “I’m…so sorry, Zen” you cried
    • “Hey hey hey, cut that out,” he wiped your tears, “everything is going to be okay. I’m here with you…”
  • He let the director know he would be taking a few days off and pretty soon word got out to his fans about what happened
  • Gifts, chocolates, flowers, and sympathy cards all came pouring in
  • You got a lot of letters from fans that had also lost babies, and reading them together at night really helped you get through it
  • Jumin sent over a maid and chef to take care of things for a while, and although Zen grumbled about it to you, he was thankful
        • -After-
  • Couldn’t stop himself from shouting to the world that you’re pregnant
  • This time around he did his best to stay home more, as much as you tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary and you were fine
  • It’s a girl!
  • He’s constantly holding her
    • “You’re the most beautiful child to ever grace this planet. You’re not allowed to date until you’re 45. Don’t worry, daddy will protect you from those beastly boys!”

◉ Jaehee

  • It had only been five weeks since you found out the pregnancy took
  • You were feeling kind of odd and excused yourself to the bathroom
  • When you came out, face red and sobbing Jaehee rushed to your side
    • “MC! What’s going on??”
    • “It didn’t stick…we’re losing it…God, I’m so sorry…I don’t know what I did wrong I-”
  • She cut you off and grabbed your face in her hands
    • “Shh…Don’t ever say that,” she was crying too but kissed you, “You.Did.Nothing.Wrong. These things happen. That’s what we knew going into this, right?”
    • Mmhm
  • She wiped your tears
    • “It’s okay. Are you in pain?”
    • “…Not much”
    • “Alright. Well, let’s get you into bed.”
  • She made some tea and you spent the night watching DVDs together in bed snacking
  • She could be sad but keep a level head and positive mind
  • She spent the night reassuring you that it would happen for you both one day
        • -After-
  • Threw a small get-together when it was confirmed that you were expecting
  • All the RFA members were elated
  • It’s a boy!
  • Jaehee is super mom
  • She’s got this babies schedule down to a science
  • She knows how much he’s eating and how much he’s pooping and when and how long he sleeps
  • If there’s every a change in his patterns she freaks and calls the pediatrician lolol

◉ Saeyoung

  • You two were going to your scheduled check-up together
  • It was going to be the first time hearing the heartbeat and you both were elated
  • Saeyoung was dancing around the room as you laid on the table waiting for the doctor to come in
    • “Stop snooping through the cabinets before someone comes in and sees you!”
  • He had stolen a wooden tongue depressor and put it in his mouth
  • And was now grabbing gloves and putting them on too
    • “Excuse me ma’am I’m doctor cotton swab please spread your legs for me I need to inspect you. Stop laughing, that’s very unprofessional. I didn’t go to medical school for this!”
  • The knock on the door interrupted you and he jumped to your side as the doctor walked in
  • Trying to pull the gloves off before he saw
    • “Good evening you two,” he didn’t glance up from his paperwork, “Mrs. Choi, I’m a little concerned about some declining levels I see from your test…”
    • “What does that mean?” Saeyoung had a lump in his throat and he grabbed your hand
  • The smiles had faded from your faces
    • “Let’s just check one thing here before I go any further”
  • He put the gel on your tummy and placed the device on your skin, rolling it around with a furrowed brow
  • It was silent
  • The doctor sighed and removed it from you
  • He started to say some condolences but he didn’t even finish his sentence before you were sobbing
  • Saeyoung leaned down into you, running his hands over you in a soothing manner
  • It was tearing him apart to see you like this
  • On the drive home it was silent except for your crying
  • You noticed him gripping the steering wheel pretty tightly
  • When you got home Saeyoung pushed his own grieving aside, all he wanted was to be there for you
  • Though his usual way of cheering you up was jokes, and he couldn’t bring himself to make any
  • He only let himself cry when you were asleep
        • -After-
  • He was very very protective of you when you told him you were pregnant again
  • If Yoosung breathed too heavy around you he was smacking him
  • It’s twin girls!
  • Dr Cotton Swab™ passed out in the room when he saw two babies wiggling around on the monitor
  • He’s a master diaper changer
  • He keeps a timer by the changing table and is always working to beat his records
  • Falls asleep in the arm chair with them
  • A lot

◉ V

  • You had some intense cramps and V could tell you weren’t feeling well
  • He was pleading with you to take you in and be seen
  • It wasn’t until it hurt so bad that you stumbled (almost passing out) and grabbed onto him that he wouldn’t take no for an answer anymore and had someone drive you both to the hospital
  • It was hard for him to even get the words out to the doctor
    • “I think my wife is…having a miscarriage” his voice wavering
  • He didn’t let go of your hands the whole time the doctor was talking to you
  • He wished so badly that he could see your face
  • When the sound of your soft cries hit him he brushed your hair to the side lovingly and let go of his own sadness welling inside of him
  • V was so gentle with you when you got home
  • You both kissed each other and wiped each others tears away
  • And fell asleep in each others arms
  • The next day you didn’t want to sit still
    • “Are you sure you’re feeling up to this?”
    • “I’m sure. I don’t want to be cooped up right now… Let’s pack some food and go to our spot.”
  • It was a place you both frequented, a beach
  • V couldn’t see the sunset anymore but the sound of the water and the fresh air was therapeutic for both of you
  • You didn’t want to cry anymore and you both just cuddled and sat together quietly
        • -After-
  • Kissed you so many times when you finally told him you were going to have a baby
  • It’s a girl!
  • He was so nervous about being a new dad and being blind but he quickly adjusted
  • Has supersonic hearing, like, if the baby yawns from across the house he freaks out and runs to her
  • Jumin is constantly over playing with the baby and buying her ridiculously frilly outfits that you and V thank him for but stick in the closet never to be seen again

◉ Saeran

  • You were hurting the night before, and he pulled you into bed and held you close, hoping you would just sleep it off and be better in the morning
  • When you woke up you felt a wetness and sat up to reveal blood
  • Saeran freaked out and immediately began inspecting you
    • “Are you hurting bad?? Oh God, MC.”
  • You shook your head no, you weren’t hurting much anymore…
  • And that thought made you break down in sobs
  • You knew what had happened now
    • “Don’t move, I’m calling the doctor”
  • He was frantic and his hands were shaking
  • When he finally got a hold of him on the phone and explained what had happened, he was furious at the nonchalant tone he had
    • “I’m very sorry but there’s nothing we can really do at this point. There’s no reason to bring your wife in at this point. You just have to let these things run their course and call me if she starts to feel her pain worsening.”
  • He almost threw his phone against the wall and shattered it
  • That’s what he wanted to do
  • But you were more important than his anger right now
  • He found you back in the bedroom trying to clean the sheets while crying
    • “Stop stop stop…I’ll take care of that. Let’s get you cleaned up…”
  • He kissed your head and drew a bath for you
  • Letting you soak while he worked in the bedroom
  • The sound of your crying was like a knife in his heart and he allowed himself to silently sob while he cleaned up everything
  • You both were a melancholy mess and couldn’t even bring yourself to tell anyone
  • You spent the whole rest of the day and night laying with each other, both of your hands rubbing your stomach together
        • -After-
  • He still couldn’t fight that feeling in his chest when you said you were pregnant again
  • He felt at any moment it would be taken from him again
  • It wasn’t until he felt that first kick that he cried and kissed your tummy with joy
  • It’s a boy!
  • He won’t let the baby sleep in the bassinet you bought, he sleeps with the baby always
  • Loves when he has the baby and you both snuggled up with him, you both are his whole world
  • Secretly has the picture of that first ultra-sound still in his wallet, and looks at it often, wondering what it would be like to have both of his children alive in that moment
  • Makes Saeyoung use gobs of hand sanitizer before he comes near your child

That’s the thing about Dockery: She’s kind of unsinkable. Whether it’s her British unflappability or her love of her work, she keeps calm and carries on. She wears her celebrity—overwhelming as it can be, especially in grief—as elegantly as Lady Mary’s gloves. “What I’ve learned to do is to have as much fun with it all as possible,” she explains. “I’ve traveled, I’ve seen and met extraordinary people and been to amazing places. Things I never dreamed I would experience in my life.”

But when it comes to her personal life, Dockery will never be “Access all areas.” “It’s important for me personally that I keep a little bit held back. Well … a lot, in many ways.” She smiles and pours another cup of tea.

That’s It (Kylo Ren x Reader Smut)

Warnings: This is shit, please don’t read. I liked Good Boy better. Semi-violent, dubious consent(??), glove kink. Fucking on top of dead peoples ashes? While grandpa vader watches? Orgasm delay/denial. Other stuff..

Word Count: A lot. 2.7K

A/N: Ok um shit i….  This is a thing i did, idk if anyone’s done this yet.. Why does this shit turn me on??? Why couldn’t I be normal? I’d like to apologize to jesus and my dad. Also, the fucking tub of ashes is in his Vader room bc that makes more sense than a random cell. 

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Opinionated Riverdale Highlights:

Episode 12-

•This episode was better considering RAS didn’t write it. Oops

•Omg Free FP dammit, whose ass are you covering??

•Jughead can’t catch a break.

•Really Momma Jones your nonexistent, non casted ass is rejecting Jughead in a time of need.

•FP why you lying?!

•Fred why you gotta do Jughead like that?!? I trusted you!

•Fred don’t say that to Archie you’re just scared take those words back!

•Archie hug your boyfriend ooops I mean bro. Bro hug because then RAS might get offended.

•Um okay is anyone gonna report Hal for breaking into the Sheriff home? Also was really hoping for Alice to accidentally shoot him, I mean c'mon it was obvious it was him who broke in.

•Poor man never had a chance with the nickname ‘Mustang’

•Still no Reggie (I just lost 26 more years off my life/ Lili & Madelaine confirmed his recasting in a Facebook Live video right before this episode aired) 😭😭.

•Still no Josie and the Pussycats (which performance wise is understandable bc well in words of beanie loving philosopher ‘A KID IS DEAD ARCHIE!’).

•We find out in this episode that Sheriff Keller isn’t the only cop in town.

•But did he really OD? Or did the illuminati make it seem that way?

•Did y'all see the flash of jealousy in Veronica’s face when she called Archie and he said he was with Betty? Petty Love triangle bait.

•Did they just say “Grandpappy” wtf

•Eww not twincest just incest…

•I bet Veronica’s ears are burning for calling it.

•"I’m sorry to distrupt the witching hour at Thornhill" -Alice My Queen

•"Pure Blossom" stooop you creeps

•"THIS IS SOME JERRY SPRINGER SHIT!“ (Ha get it bc Betty’s dad was in white chicks? Yes? No? Okay byyee).

•Okay but like you write incest into the story but we don’t get a scene as to how Polly is reacting to her former love which was her third cousin or something. The girl can’t catch a break can she. You drag her out of a home expecting her to be fine with these news???

•Kevin protecting his dad and his job and his boyfriend is so cute.

•"I’m sorry Cheryl” -Jughead Jones
And now he gets bitchslapped by Cheryl. (I’m a sucker for someone getting slapped 😬😂).

•But like Jughead didn’t stop her, he let her get out her rage. That is such a noble thing to do even if at the moment he feels like shit because of his father.

•"I barely touched him" *insert white guy blinking meme here*

•Someone just hug Cheryl dammit.

•Seriously you could’ve had a sweet moment where Betty hugs Cheryl like when she was there for Ronnie, but the writers are too scared bc this fandom is fierce for the ships.

•Joavin is dead 😭

•Technically Kevin still doesn’t know he only dated him for the sake of the investigation. 😭

•Who’d a thought it would be Mary Andrews who reveals Joaquin’s last name.

•Mary being there for Jughead thanks to Archie *heart is feeling something*

•Joaquin DeSantos everyone (FYI Rob just updated that on his Twitter Bio)

•Kevin and Joaquin kiss, my poor fragile heart.

•Where can I get a Southside Serpent leather jacket?!?

•FP talking to Jughead in the jail cell *My poor unfortunate soul*

•"Nancy Drew strikes again" -Kevin Keller

•But like is anyone gonna comment on the fact that Betty could’ve told any guy to put on the letterman. Like she did it to feel up Archie, just saying 🐸☕️😂.

•But like I’m surprised they didn’t bughead this too much.

•Does nobody in this town know that when sleuthing you wear gloves!!

•Like I’m so surprised these people don’t get caught sooner or later. They’re hiding spots are just terrible and they don’t seem to grasp that their fingers can leave traces or DNA.

•These poor kids straight up watch Jason die. We all watched it! These kids need support.

•Cheryl baby she warned you to leave not confront the killer…

•"You did a bad thing daddy" super cringy for me.

•Poor Cheryl just wants happiness.


•Clifford keep your dirty hands off Juggie!

•Omg his name is Clifford like Clifford The Big Red Dog and he’s a ‘redhead’.

•All because of Maple Syrup?

•That ring I swear holds a single drop of every redheads blood and that is why it is so dear to their hearts.

•You killed your son bc of a ring? Maple Syrup? You were okay with Incest! So what was it? We need a better explanation!

•I’m sorry but if you wanted to get away with it you should’ve checked them cameras.

•I’m sure Hades is happy to have Clifford Blossom back, but I feel sorry on how this ended.

•R.I.P: Mustang, Jason, Clifford.

•Bye Molly Ringwald just like other every other characters we may never see again. 👋🏽

•Every character in this show needs a therapist please make them seek help, especially after all they’ve been through.

•Y'all get mad at others shows *cough* 13RW *cough* for being triggering even though that one has warnings unlike this show which has shows pedophelia, Mental Illness, emotional and physical abuse, drug abuse, suicide and it has no warnings and no one calls them the it on this.

***Feel freed to add on***


next in the psych gem au, gus

he came out of the ground shortly before homeworld’s discovery of earth, and then quickly rose to stature from his success in the courtroom. as an era 1 zircon he had much more innate ability than later zircons, and was able to keep evidence and records in his gem without the use of added technology. 

during the beginnings of the gem rebellion especially, he served as both prosecution and defense for a great number of cases, some of which took place in front of the diamonds themselves. 

for a couple thousand years he worked toward aristocratic treatment and actually got relatively close to being granted his own pearl - but he wouldn’t have wanted it, and thanks to a certain rebellious sapphire he was meant to defend, he realized that he wanted NONE of it.

that sapphire (shawn) convinced him to fuse and escape to earth, at which he was thrust head-first into the revolution and embraced it. only after spending time on earth did he discover his thermokinesis, as he’d had no use for it before.

even thousands of years later, he prefers a neat, symmetrical aesthetic. but he of course still indulges in more human-like pleasures with shawn. especially eating.

[ shawn + context / juliet / lassiter ]

nerdyfrogisderpy  asked:

Is it just me or does Lance from Sym Bionic Titan sort of look like Keith without the gloves and jacket?

dude the first thing I thought of when I first saw a Voltron gif like a year ago was “wait that’s…..that’s Lance” it took me so long to get Keith & Lance’s names straight bc I kept calling Keith Lance bc HE IS EXACTLY LIKE HIM I CANT GET OVER IT… this was I think the very first Voltron post I made

high points:

- they look almost. EXACTLY the same. same mullet, same shirt, same broody expression

- excellent fighter

- quiet/moody demeanor

- not [fully] human

- pilots a robot that can combine with other robots to make a bigger robot


- ????????????????? they are twins????

Happiness Can’t Be Arranged, Chapter 10

Cora comes to dinner; Robin and Regina have a picnic in the park with the boys and plan their trip to the hunting lodge. And, there’s a small side of a budding Red Beauty romance for @glindalovesshoes. Thanks to @x-wishes-on-fallen-stars-x, who helped with some of the details of this one.

Previous chapters can be found HERE.

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In honor of me finishing Persona 5 and planning on getting to work on Jamais Vu and streaming the Persona 5 fanfiction run, here are some things that are definitely a thing with me in regards to the characters:

  • No one on the team is straight.
  • Poly Phantoms is a thing.
  • Ryuuji has ADHD.
  • Ryuuji is too far into the closet that he’s found Narnia. (He’ll get better when he comes out, tho)
  • Protag has anxiety and does things to ease it (things like adjusting gloves a lot, plays with hair when answering, and so on)
  • Protag has cat-like fangs (because Protag was based off a cat and I thought let’s take it a step further since Ryuuji has sharp teeth so aaay teeth buddies)
  • Protag was a former gymnast and is very flexible. (adds more to the cat thing and explains the confidence in doing all those flips and so on)
  • Ann sees Shiho as more than just a friend. (I ain’t ignoring that “I love you” from Shiho to Ann in Rank 9)
  • Yusuke is nonbinary. (Usually goes by him/his pronouns since it’s what he’s used to, but otherwise, he doesn’t really have a preference)
  • Yusuke is autistic and so is Futaba.
  • Futaba and protag get along rather well because of anxiety issues.
  • Makoto is lowkey bi with a preference for girls.
  • Makoto drives the cat bus in Mementos after joining, no ifs, ands, or buts, she’s taking control of the wheel.
  • Makoto manages to money the team earns while out in Mementos or in Palaces. It’s absolute chaos when she isn’t around to monitor spending.
  • Morgana is prone to doing cat things, like following after laser pointers and getting affected by catnip.
  • Haru is trans. (it was a headcanon I had in mind before the game came out, which got SUPER validated when the Catherine DLC outfits were revealed and Haru ended up with Erica’s outfit)
  • Protag goes to Haru for tips on how to care for the plant in the attic. In their spare time, the two like to talk about gardening.
  • Sleepovers at Cafe Leblanc are a thing. Especially after a Palace heist. Soujiro pretends he minds, when he really doesn’t.

This is about all I have for now, but yeah, just something I thought I’d share, since I’ve had these on my mind for a while.

Ego Incorporated (pt. 8)

“You shouldn’t be allowed to treat people that way,” Amy scolds as Wilford leads her along. The other Egos share the next two floors. Ed Edgar has a room full of used cars, and Amy has no idea how they got the cars up here or how they could possibly get them back down again. She only assumes that the Egos can do just about anything they put their minds to, if they should have the inkling. They’ve kept Wilford from blowing up the place thus far, and that’s a great achievement in and of itself.

“And besides, Bim is such a sweetheart, and he’d never speak up for himself on his own.” Amy peers into an old pickup. It’s full of old magazines and extra cowboy hats, and it smells leather and sawdust. “Where is Ed?”

“Out trying to sell his son most likely,” Wilford spits. He’s annoyed with Amy because she’s annoyed with him, and the cycle of annoyance continues as he ushers her into Silver Shepard’s section of the floor. It’s mostly full of his own memorabilia. “Come on, there isn’t anything else to see.”

“What about the top floor? Oh, and the roof!” Amy tries on a pair of Silver’s gloves and wiggles her fingers. “How does wear these things?”

“His hands are quite large,” Wilford mumbles, kicking over a standing lamp.

Amy rolls her eyes at him. “Quit pouting. It doesn’t suit you.” Amy pats his cheek gently and strides over to the elevator. “Come on, show me the top floor and the roof.”

Wilford brushes his fingers through his pink hair a few times and huffs. “You don’t want to see the top floor. We’ll just go up to the roof.”

“Why? What’s on the top floor?” Then Amy thinks about it, and she realizes that the only major Ego whose humble abode she has yet to see is Dark’s. “Oh.”

Oh, is right,” Wilford chortles. “I imagine you aren’t quite ready to face…”

The elevator doors open slowly to reveal a pale man in a fine suit, his hands folded behind his back. He tilts his head to the side at the sight of Amy and Wilford standing together before him, and it almost seems to amuse him. “Hello, Miss Amy.”

The way he says her name immediately unnerves her, and she takes a few steps away from the elevator. Wilford Warfstache prickles up like an angry cat. “I’m not in the mood to deal with you, Edgelord. Scurry back to your little den of iniquity, won’t you?”

“But aren’t you giving our guest a tour? She really ought to see my office, of course!” Dark looks past Wilford to Amy, and his eyes seem to try to swallow her whole. He traces his tongue along his top lip and quirks his mouth into a half-smile. “Wouldn’t you like me to handle the rest of the tour?”

Amy backs into a display case containing of a plethora of Silver Shepard figurines. Dark tries to take a few steps forward, but Wilford puts a hand up on the other Ego’s shoulder. Wilford smiles and wiggles his mustache at Dark. “Do I really need to resort to violence, Darkipoo? I sure would hate to make a scene in front of Miss Nelson on her first visit.”

Dark’s gaze flicks from Wilford’s eyes to his feet and back before settling once more on Amy. He fixes her in place with his calculating glare, and she feels his gray aura envelope her in its embrace for just a moment before it recedes. “No, I suppose we shouldn’t frighten her away so quickly. Should we?” Dark knocks Wilford’s hand from his shoulder and spins around on his heel as calm and collected as can be.

He disappears into the elevator, and Amy slides down the display case to the floor. She’s never encountered anything or anyone like… whatever Dark is. Wilford takes a staggering breath and pulls a dagger out of thin air, roaring and sinking it into the wall somewhere behind Amy.

Silver Shepard, hiding behind his hands, clucks like a startled chicken as the dagger hums in the wall only inches from his head and asks, “Did I come in at a bad time?”

Wilford rolls his eyes and pulls Amy rather roughly to her feet. “We were just leaving.” Warfstache punches the elevator button and waits impatiently for it to come. Once he and Amy are inside, he crosses his arms over his chest again and properly pouts. “Dark always ruins all my fun.”

Amy, finally returning to her senses, shakes the last of the gray aura from her head. “Thank you, Wilford.”

It takes a moment for Wilford to realize what she’s talking about, but then he shrugs. “I couldn’t let him take you. If anyone is the building is going to kill you, Miss Nelson, you can be sure it’ll be me,” he winks at her.

Amy laughs and nods. “Alright, Wilford. I think that I’ve seen more than enough today.”

Together they ride back to the lobby, and Wilford walks Amy to the revolving glass door. “Will you ever come back?” he asks quietly.

Amy looks back over her shoulder at him and raises an eyebrow at him. “You won’t get rid of me so easily, Wilford Warfstache. I’ll be back sooner than you can blink.” With that, she steps outside into the warm sunlight as a breeze tosses her golden hair.

And that’s how all the trouble began…

(Wow, another ending to another story already! I hope you’ve enjoyed this one, even though it’s been rather sporadic in updating. Don’t worry, though, hopefully I’ll have another story started soon! Stay gold, cutie pies!)

the punk!tracer au

*sings* happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, lexa is dead and i am crying, happy birthday to me; suggested by an anon! tw for guns so be careful!

  • they meet in unusual circumstances
  • amelie’s father is in town for a business meeting
  • he glances at her as he walks out the door that evening, detours for a moment to step into her space and pretend to kiss her cheek- the picture of familial devotion. a paparazzi coos, snaps a picture.
  • ‘no matter what, don’t go into whitechapel,’ he hisses, breath heavy and wet in her ear. ‘i don’t need the bad press.’
  • amelie fakes a brilliant smile. ‘yes, sir.’
  • he ‘hmphs’ at her, then pats her head and walks out, trailed by his guards and a group of people in suits asking questions.
  • amelie reaches for her phone and looks up the directions to whitechapel.
  • she drives there, through the dark grey stones, ominous and looming and ugly and half-destroyed. she hates england, she decides.
  • amelie parks in front of a seedy club front and climbs out, looking around. a man eyes her from across the street, and she shoots back a condescending glare.
  • ‘ooh, love. makin’ eyes like that ain’t gonna get ya nowhere. not here, at least.’
  • amelie startles, turns to see an unfamiliar girl leaning up against the doors of her car. she does a double take.
  • the girl is all spikes and vibrantly pink hair and union jacks and, as amelie watches, she runs a finger down the impeccable paint job on the maybach.
  • ‘twin turbo v12,’ she says appreciatively. ‘nice.’
  • amelie swats her hand away, and the girl laughs, hopping back and studying her closely.
  • ‘little too nice for this part of town, though. maybe out in surrey. but not here.’ she leans in. ‘my advice, love? ‘less you want your car pinched, go on and out.’
  • amelie scoffs. ‘please. as if.’
  • the girl shrugs, fiddles with her goggles. ‘well, that’s your choice. y’know, my granny always said that carelessness gets you the hippo. then and again, the old bat was mental, so-’
  • she’s cut off abruptly by a bang! amelie jumps, hissing when she slams her hand into the window.
  • ‘shite,’ the girl says darkly, and then she produces a gun out of nowhere and shoves amelie back.
  • ‘get in the car,’ she says, not looking over. ‘get in the car and go.’
  • her expression is changed from its previous playfulness- amelie can see this girl with blood on her hands, standing in near-darkness. she fumbles for her keys, unlocks the car with a click, and just as she’s stepping over and bending to slide inside, a man emerges from the alleyway, whistling, the subtle bulge of a gun inside his jacket.
  • ‘hey,’ the girl says, demeanour abruptly casual, and he turns, eyebrows flicking up.
  • ‘well, if it ain’t tracer. where’s the cavalry?’
  • ‘tracer’ tightens her grip on the gun, tilts it up a little further. ‘what’re ya doin’ back there, roy?’
  • ‘nothin’ much,’ roy says. his teeth are pointed when he smiles. ‘just hanging around. you got a problem?’
  • ‘i wouldn’t if i hadn’t heard a shot.’
  • ‘you wanna hear another?’
  • ‘hey. you know the rules.’
  • ‘i do.’ roy says, and then looks at the car, and amelie, frozen beside it. ‘that’s a real nice car, sweet cheeks.’
  • ‘lay off her.’
  • ‘i might have to lay on her first.’ he grins, predatory.
  • tracer’s expression shifts into something darker; the gun rises. ‘sure you wanna go there?’
  • ‘oh, honey. i’m already there.’
  • and then he pulls a gun and whirls and points it at tracer. she doesn’t even seem to move, but then there’s a blur and he’s on the ground and tracer’s foot is planted in his throat and tracer’s tossing his gun up and down.
  • ‘roy? ya good there, mate?’
  • silence. the voice sounds suspicious when it asks, ‘roy? how ya doin’?’
  • footsteps.
  • shit.’ tracer whispers, peeking around the corner. ‘aight love, move your bottles.’
  • amelie blinks at her in confusion for a moment before squaring her jaw. she is a lacroix, and she will not be ordered around. ‘no.’
  • ‘okay. then i’ll leave you to the fella with a mach, then.’
  • ‘mach?’
  • the footsteps are getting closer.
  • ‘machine gun. get in the goddamn car.’
  • ‘fine.’
  • the guy rounds the corner, blinks stupidly, looks between roy’s unconscious figure and tracer, and then howls and raises the gun.
  • ‘go!’ tracer yells, and amelie slams the accelerator.
  • the next morning is disorienting. amelie scrolls mindlessly through the endless points on her tablet, still trying to work out whether all of last night was a dream.
  • an article catches her eye; she clicks on it idly.
  • druglord killed in face-off in whitechapel with unknown shooter- the blood of three people was left on the scene, one of the man, mr. alwood, one of his guard, in critical condition from a gunshot wound, and the blood of the unknown shooter.’
  • it might be a coincidence, she thinks, and the internalised voice of her father is screaming at her no to go.
  • but because amelie lacroix has never listened to anyone, least of all her father, she does, pulling into a slot in a half-trashed car that she ‘borrows’ from the lot on fenchurch street.
  • the place is surrounded by yellow tape and blue-coated officers and distrustful eyes and amelie knows that tracer won’t be anywhere near. 
  • so she drives.
  • she finds a seedy-looking alleyway, makes inquiries with a few sources. her father is a little more than just an honest businessman.
  • tracer is hidden inside a lair; the woman guarding it mutters a few words into a com, then frowns, evidently displeased, but waves her inside.
  • she travels down path after path in the twisting halls of the evidently enormous underground. 
  • amelie finds tracer behind a sheet marked ‘307′, the familiar voice shouting obscenities.
  • amelie ducks around the sheet and sees a blonde tuft of hair and a lab coat and a lot of blood.
  • ‘stay still, lena.’
  • ‘well, i goddamn hope that- bollocks- dammit, angie, are you even trYING TO BE GENTLE-’
  • tracer- lena, apparently- stops short when she catches sight of amelie.
  • ‘what the hell- fuck- are you- angie- what are you doing here?’
  • ‘um.’ amelie says. ‘to thank you? i don’t- i’m not sure.’
  • tracer laughs, half-hysterical. ‘thank me? well, shit. wouldn’t have thought the princess would’ve summoned up the humility.’
  • amelie’s spine stiffens. ‘don’t call me that.’
  • lena yelps as the doctor plucks the last piece of- glass?- out of her stomach, and sighs, swabbing disinfectant over it and bandaging it.
  • ‘stop getting into trouble,’ she warns, and then pulls on a new pair of gloves, pausing to study amelie for a quick moment.
  • ‘if she dies, call me. or anyone. she does stupid things.’
  • ‘like save both of your lives.’ lena says, and amelie does have to admit that’s a fair point.
  • angela sighs fondly and leaves, the curtain falling back. lena huffs.
  • she’s not wearing the goggles, her face small and naked without them, her brown eyes quizzical as they study amelie’s profile.
  • ‘how’d you find this place?’
  • amelie laughs a little, humourlessly. she wishes she’d never come. ‘my father isn’t an angel.’
  • ‘hey. if it makes you feel better, neither was mine. had a nasty habit of goin’ at it with people on top of tables.’
  • amelie snorts.
  • they sit in silence for a moment before she speaks again.
  • ‘thank you. you saved my life.’
  • ‘well, no shit. do i get a prize?’
  • ‘i’ll kiss you,’ amelie fires back, and relishes in tracer’s shocked silence until she realises what she said.
  • ‘wha- pardon?’
  • ‘i- did not mean to say that.’
  • ‘well, no shit, sherlock.’ lena fires back, dissipating the awkwardness.
  • she sits there, and lena doesn’t question her presence. they bicker, and talk, and discuss the horridness of english food and traffic and lena complains about being shot.
  • the idea gets stuck in her head; kissing her. lena’s hair is soft, probably, her lips softer. amelie wonders. she went to an all-girls school; it was a common occurrence, but lena is different. they talk and they talk and they smile and amelie finds herself laughing (english humour is horrible but wonderful simultaneously) explosively, the opposite of prim and proper
  • the next time she checks her watch, it’s eleven. lena’s on painkillers now, a little drowsy, and as amelie rises to go, she grabs at her. amelie relinquishes her wrist to lena’s searching grasp, and her brown eyes blink up.
  • ‘you’re good, y’know. shitty dads can’t keep everyone down, otherwise feminists wouldn’t exist.’
  • ‘thank you,’ amelie says, and then, before she can stop herself, asks, ‘can i kiss you?’
  • lena blinks at her, then smiles drowsily. ‘sure.’
  • she’s soft in her exhaustion, and amelie is careful, and they are clumsy against each other, but lena smiles against her mouth, and that is all amelie needs.
— the night i saw you; son hyunwoo

Pairing: Street Fighter!Shownu x Reader
Words: 3.4k
Genre: A bit angst-y, street fighter Shownu, mafia au
Warnings: slight violence ahead
Rating: M
Summary: Shownu spotted you in the streets and decided to take you to ‘that’ place.

Note: Unedited, please forgive any errors! ;-;

You’re exhausted. The feeling of heat covering up your body making you sweat in all your pores are visible in your clothes. You just ran away from home. And it wasn’t home for you. It’s hell, if you’d call it.

Hearing your parents throw hurtful words against each other and the fist of your father landing between the walls of your house is enough for you to scream at them and ran away. If they wanted to end their marriage so bad, why would they make it even harder?

You think they are selfish, too selfish for thinking only about their own selves.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket but it didn’t move you in one bit. Knowing it’s your mother, you ignored the call.

Right now, you don’t know where to go. You tried to be nonchalant as possible so the happenings between your family wouldn’t hurt you that much. But there’s a pang in your chest everytime you ignore it. You know by now that you’re gonna live your whole life without either your mom or dad.

You sat at the pavement of an empty street. Not minding the ghost stories and the danger the moon tries to tell you.

“I’m fucked up.” You breathed, putting your knees together and covering it with your arms.

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Snow Day (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Words: 1000 (?)

A/N: Hey guys, its me after over a week again (lol sorry final exams suck). Anyways, pls send me those dank ass requests because this bitch is writing again. I feel like this imagine kinda sucks but I’ve been gone for so long I wanted to post something so enjoy I guess. 

I flip another page of my textbook, scanning the words on the page. Midterms were coming up and I had been spending all of my free time studying. I peer out my window, surveying the growing amounts of snow piling up on the frozen ground. Sticky snowflakes clung to my window and dripped down the glass like tears.

Suddenly, I hear a loud knocking on my window, almost making me spill the tea I was about to sip. I rush over and open the latch, prying the window open. A tall figure dressed in all black clambers through the window, followed by a cold gust of air and a collection of snowflakes.

“Connor?” I ask, “What are you doing here?”

“Bored.” He responds, as if it was so simple. He dusts the snow off his clothes and straightens up, greeting me with a kiss.

“Care to elaborate?” I question, slightly confused but welcoming the interruption.

He shrugs, examining the papers I was studying before he arrived. Since he obviously wasn’t going to talk, I gaze out the window at the lightly falling snow. It looked like something straight out of a Christmas card.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I lean my head back against Connor’s chest, relaxing into his embrace.

“We should go skating!” I exclaim, almost bumping my head on his chin from my sudden excitement.

“You’re joking, right?” He chuckles.

“You could fit into my dad’s skates.” I say, freeing myself from his embrace, “It would be really fun!”

“No way.”

“Come on, Connor.”


“Pleaseee. Because you love me?” I pout.

He’s quiet for a few seconds, thinking it over.

“Fine.” He grumbles.

“Yes!” I immediately get to work, grabbing scarves, hats and gloves for us to wear as armour from the cold. Connor takes them and reluctantly puts them on, grumbling about ‘the things he does to see me smile’.

“Come on!” I laugh, grabbing his hand and dragging him through the door.

We drive to the ice skating rink in the center of the town. It was empty due to the freezing temperatures, which Connor pointed out and I ignored. 

We hop out of the car and head into the shack to put on our skates. I sit down on the cold, metal bench and slip on the skates, weaving the thick laces around the white canvas. I glance over at Connor who was trying to copy my movements but failing horribly. He dropped the black laces in frustration, brows furrowed. I chuckle and move to help him. Connor looked like he was going to stop me, but relented and let me tie his skates.

“Ready?” I ask, standing up and balancing on the blades of the skates.

“Yeah.” Connor sighs, going to stand up and immediately falling back onto the seat.

“What the fuck.” He mumbles, attempting to get up again.

I chuckle, grabbing his hand and wrapping my arms around his waist to prevent him from falling. He stumbles a little but we make it the rink.

“I had trouble just walking out here and you expect me to go on that.” Connor questions.

“You’ll be fine!” I insist, climbing onto the ice.

“How are you doing that!” He stares in amazement as I step onto the ice with ease.

“I used to come here all the time with my brother.” I smile, the memories flooding back.

He taps his skate against the slippery ice, testing it.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy.” I say. He scowls and climbs onto the ice, hanging onto the railing for dear life.

“There you go!” I exclaim.

His brows are furrowed in concentration as he takes a small step, his feet almost flying out from under him.

“Don’t step, you have to glide.” I guide.

“Shut the fuck up.” He mumbles, obviously frustrated by his struggling.

“Come here.” I say, grabbing his hands and pulling him away from the wall.

A string of curses flies out of his mouth as I drag him towards the center of the rink. The sharp blades of our skates drag across the ice, scratching designs into it.

“There you are. You’re doing amazing!” I laugh as Connor stumbles across the ice.

“Not really.” He says, but I see the small smile on his face.

Connor lets go of my hands and slides slowly across the ice, his long legs wobbling. Right before I was about to praise him, his feet slide out from under him and he falls right on his butt.

“Fuck.” Connor moans, laying down flat against the ice.

“Get up!” I laugh, skating circles around him.

“Help me up.” He yells, reaching out one of his gloved hands for me to grab. I take it, and yelp when he suddenly pulls me down to the ground with him, wrapping his arms around me.

“Connor!” I scold.

He chuckles as I punch him lightly in the stomach. Eventually, I settle down and relax next to him, his arm still wrapped around me.

“This was pretty okay, Y/N.” He mumbles.

I chuckle quietly, resting my head on his chest. He kisses my forehead lightly, making me inch closer to him.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” I whisper back, facing him. I look at him, his messy curls fanned out on the ice, ice shavings tangled into them. His blue eyes seemed to pop against his pale face, glimmering lightly in the fading sunlight. A small smile spread across his face, a rare sight for Connor.

I press my lips to his slightly chapped ones, resting my hand on his cheek. We break apart, smiling.

“Now, let’s get out of here before we literally freeze to death.” Connor says, holding tight onto my hand as we get up and skate (slowly) off the ice, laughing to ourselves.

anonymous asked:

Five things you love about Chuuya? >3<

I love the way the sun kisses his him in the morning. The way it casts the perfect illumination on soft and silky curls. The way he glows like my own personal god, still succumbed to peaceful slumber. The pure illumination of him that I know and not the darkness within he sees when he looks in the mirror.

I love the way he laughs. Whether it’s happy, cruel, bitter, even sad. Something about it always makes be feel alive. Like there’s so much emotion he puts into one expression and it’s intoxicating. It spreads like a virus that’s hard to cure and it’s always surprising, even after all this time, that he can make me feel something so strongly.

It’s going to sound odd but I love it when he yells. When he’s so angry he can’t contain it and I hear everything. I hear everything that’s pissed him off, unsettled him, bothered, annoyed, disturbed… it’s all there. It’s all directed at me but I’d take every angry bit over him keeping that in and yet you must understand him….how hard it is for him to trust but it’s me…me who gets to know all of those little inconveniences and even bigger issues.

I love how much attention and pampering he gives himself. Some might call me a bad husband for the things I don’t offer to do for him but he does so much of it for himself. You’d think after years in a Mafia he’d have rough hands but no, they’re so soft. Soft enough he could wrap them around my neck and I’d know only the caress. You’d think there’d be dirt and blood under his nails or stains on his gloves but no. He takes such good care of himself it…makes me happy.

I love that he knows me. That he’s put effort into breaking down masks and walls and yelled at me to stop with the bullshit and to be the man I am. Even when we were kids he was the only one…who would let me act my age. Encouraged it. If I have any bit of humility left in me I owe it to him. I might be the one to bring him back, to make him human again when he brings out the thing lurking inside him but he’s always kept me…me. How could I not love him for that?