the more i think about this the stupider it sounds

anonymous asked:

“You’re in love with her” Clizzy

nice!

9. “You’re in love with her.” 

“She’s so stupid! She almost got herself killed tonight because she couldn’t let well enough alone. I can’t believe she never thinks about anything but herself in the moment,” Izzy rants, pacing back and forth in between sparring sessions with Alec, glaring at the floor in front of her. 

“Sounds like Clary to me,” Alec says, swinging at her with his staff. Isabelle blocks him, and shoves with more force than she intended, actually making him lose his footing. 

He gets his balance back and jabs at her. She jumps out of the way and continues, “She doesn’t stop to think about other people. I had to save her.”

Had to is a strong phrase,” Alec replies lowly, earning himself a crack to the side of his head and an admonishing look. 

“Of course I had to. She’s Clary. She doesn’t think about other people worrying about her, but other people do. Other people want to look out for her, and have her back, and help her, if she’d ever stop and let them in,” Isabelle says, bracing her staff and leaning against it. 

Alec drops his defensive stance and says, “And do other people plan on telling her about how they feel?” 

“What do you mean?” 

His raises an unimpressed eyebrow, and says, “You’re in love with her.” 

Isabelle opens her mouth to argue, throwing back her shoulders to disagree, but then looks at Alec. It’s Alec she’s talking to, and she can tell him anything. “I don’t know. I feel something, definitely. Aside from worry. She’s just so much. It’s so much.” 

Alec sighs at her, very deliberately. “She doesn’t deserve you.” 

“Does anyone?” Isabelle flashes him a confident smile, but then it falters. “Do I tell her?” 

“I don’t know, saving love confessions for near-death experiences has worked well for me,” Alec says with a diplomatic shrug. Isabelle laughs, and Alec smiles. “If she rejects you, we can always kill her.” 

Isabelle nods thoughtfully, and then kisses his cheek. “Thanks, Alec,” she says, and then heads for the infirmary. Clary is there, still being patched up after her encounter with several massive demon hybrids. 

“Clary?” Isabelle says, and Clary looks up from her healing rune sheepishly. “Can we talk?” Clary nods and waves Isabelle in, and Isabelle closes the door behind herself. 

send me a prompt and a ship!

4

I’ve been thinking about this game. Personally to me it represents a lot of lost potential - it’s a great concept but it’s brought down by a less than stellar execution. The cartoon designs look more like stickers than anything, just barely resembling a stereotype of a stereotype of the 1920′s-30′s cartoon style. While I don’t like complaining about people’s choices in design and art, I guess the theme is one that I’m rather passionate about, and a little bit of research from the developers would bring the game to a much greater level of quality than it is at the moment. The monsters in the game are also just unimaginably lame, and to me represent just plain blowing off the original idea in favor of more “serious” horror.

(Continued under a readmore because I say a lot; tl;dr I talk more about where the game went wrong in my opinion and how I would recommend changing it.)

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anonymous asked:

I really don't think you have a firm grasp of how sex work actually is. And you're still inserting what seems to be a personal bias about it. To "abolish" sex work would lead to more dangers to sex workers than the other option of decriminalization would. Trying to dictate how somebody should feel about their work and saying that their work should not exist does not sound very feminist.

Actually if there was no sex work, there would be no sex workers to be harmed, because they’d just have other jobs. Nine out of ten prostitutes want out, are they too stupid to know what’s good for them? You thinking that sex is something that can and should be sold is what isn’t feminist here, my guy.

random rp sentence starters

  • “ What are you doing here? “
  • “ I didn’t know you cared. “
  • “ Who are you? You look kind of familiar. “
  • “ I’m not just gonna sit by and watch while you’re getting hurt! “
  • “ I thought you cared. “
  • “ What happened to us? “
  • “ Hey, watch out! “
  • “ You’re not supposed to be in here. “
  • “ I care about you, you know! “
  • “ You’re lying to me. “
  • “ I was lying, okay?! “ 
  • “ I didn’t mean to push you away. “
  • “ You know this is a terrible idea, right? “ 
  • “ Don’t lose hope. “ 
  • “ What the hell are you doing? “
  • “ I can’t do this anymore. “
  • “ You can’t give up, not now! “
  • “ I should really practice more often. “ 
  • “ Am I supposed to know who you are? “
  • “ Get out of my house! “
  • “ I’m not in love. “ 
  • “ You’re always welcome here, you know. “
  • “ I really think we should turn around. “
  • “ This is stupid, this is so stupid… “
  • “ What was that sound? “
  • “ Tell me you see that too. “
  • “ Come on, get up! “
  • “ Wake up, please! “
  • “ I can’t lose you too. “ 
  • “ I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to this. “
  • “ I just want to keep you safe. “
  • “ You don’t think I’m annoying, do you? “
  • “ I don’t want to be a burden. “ 

@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she’s Tinker Bell’s daughter??


Word Count: 5251

Also, warning. I started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. It kind of turned a little angsty.


“…What? This is a joke, right?”

You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.

Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”

“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle, you’d be totally for it?”

“No, of course not–”

You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried. To. Kill. You.”

“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.

You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben. “Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”

“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”

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Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 


You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

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9908032gtr  asked:

dude I love your drawings are amazing !! very well designed and colorful! Can you give me some drawing tips? is that I draw much inspiration from yours to draw ;w;.

I can give some tips but only if you want to go for a cartoony style, I don’t knwo shit about realism

- color your lineart

it sounds stupid, but there’s a huge huge difference! also avoid using black, unless the character’s palette is around black/grey

- curves

it does make your character less stiff and more alive, which is cool

- variety

I’m still not great at this, I’m a same face syndrome survivor and I’m still slowly getting out of it. Don’t be afraid to try different traits because you think it’ll turn out ugly, with a tiny bit of effort you will realize it’s not that bad
same thing works for body types or similar stuff, variety makes your work much more interesting and easier to understand

- carefully choose your colors

self explanatory (and no!!!! bright eye-kicking colors aren’t a bad thing to use, tho it’s not easy to make them look good)

Can I Be Her - Part 2

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: fluff, sad, happy ending

Word Count: 1,106

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: Don’t hate me… lol. 

Part 1 |Part 2 | (Alternate Ending Here!)

~Masterlist~


You didn’t know what to feel. You were numb all over. You got your answer, but it wasn’t what you had expected it to be. Tom choose Zendaya and that was final.

You and Tom lost what you thought was a never ending friendship. You lost touch over a years time. You completely isolated yourself. You didn’t want to let anyone in, afraid you’d feel that heart wrenching pain that Tom left you in. The only person that you could only let in was Harrison. At least he had the decency to mend your broken heart, while the rest of your friends encouraged Tom and Zendaya’s relationships, not bothering to check up on you to see if you were okay.

“You just going to stay there forever?” Harrison said at the edge of your bed.

“Until I die!” You voice was muffled under the comforter.

“Suit yourself” He rolled his eyes.

Harrison walked over to one side of the bed and yanked the blankets off you. He instantly covered his nose with the back of his hand looking down at your horrid state. “What died in here?!” He grimaced at the smell.

“My heart” You whined.

“You need to get over him Y/N. You can’t keep doing this to yourself!”.

You knew he had a point, but how could you get over the only person you loved.

“Come on then, lets get you in the shower”. 

Harrison picked you up like a baby and entered your connected bathroom. He told you to raise your arms to proceed taking off your shirt. “Turn around” He motioned. You slowly turned not caring if he was about to see you bare and naked. He felt him remove your bra slowly pushing in down your arms. Your bare back now facing him. “You can’t bottle this all up Y/N. You have to let me in at some point” He whispered in your ear. He continued taking your shorts and underwear off. He also removed his shirt and shorts leaving him in nothing but his boxers. 

He stepped in the tub sitting down before pulling you down on his lap. You sighed in relief at the feeling of the warm water. You nuzzled your head on top of Harrison shoulder.

“Thank you” You whispered closing your eyes.

“Your welcome darling” He kissed your hair.


You were finally able to pull yourself together with the help of Harrison. He was the only one who could bring back the old you. The only thing missing was to get his two best friends to make up. You still haven’t spoken to Tom, which Harrison kept trying to get you to contact him or just talk to him even if it was for a mere second.

“At least talk to him!”.

“Why? I have nothing to say to him!” You flailed your arms around.

“I can’t keep watching my two best friends fall apart over something so stupid!”.

You were taken back. That hurt way more than you thought. You stared at him in shock.

“You think my heart being broken is stupid…” You muttered.

“W-what no no no that’s not what I meant. Y/N your feelings are not stupid” He approached you quickly. He embraced you in his arms reassuring you.

“I just can’t face him right now Harrison. Please tell me you understand that”.

“I do. I get it okay. You just need time okay” He nodded.

“Yeah” You nodded as well.

“How about we go out to take your mind off this. You need it more than ever” He smiled at you.

“That sounds great actually” You breathed out.

Harrison took you around New York to your favorite pizza place, and your favorite park.

“It so peaceful” You breathed in the air watched all the people go beyond their days.

“It is isn’t it”.

“Harrison thank you for this” You turned to face him.

“It was nothing rea-”

“No not this. I mean thank you for being there for me. For getting me back to my feet” You smiled gratefully at him.

“I’d do anything for you” He shook his head.

“Come on now there’s still lots more to do” He held out his hand to which you took and stood up as well.

“Where are we going?” You laughed as he kept dragging your hand at a fast pace.

“Anywhere you want” He looked back at you smiling.

He continued guiding you out of the park passing New Yorkers who were in a rush. You both exited the gate proceeding to walk amongst the busy sidewalks. You were walking behind him as you past a magazine stand, when something caught your attention. “Harrison hold up” You tugged your arm back from his grip. He stopped too.

You approached the stand closer and picked up a magazine. On the front cover was Tom and Zendaya together, they truly looked happy together. Although that wasn’t enough to break your heart, it was the caption that was underneath their photo that did the trick.

Hollywood's young lovers Tom Holland and Zendaya soon to Mr and Mrs. Pg 9.

You stared at it with your mouth agape. You could feel a stream of tears about to emerge. 

“Y/N…” He spoke hesitantly.

“T-they’re…engaged?” You breathed out.

“I’m sorry Y/N”.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” You looked at him in disbelief.

“He was”.

“When!? Before or after their wedding?”.

“You have to let him go Y/N”.

“How do I do that!”.

“You find someone else”.

“Like who” You shook your head.

“Someone like me” He whispered.

“Harrison-”.

“No you just listen, okay? I love you Y/N L/N. You are the best thing I that has ever happened to me. And yes, I was somewhat hurt when you told me how you felt about Tom, but I love you. I can’t keep watching you tear yourself apart over someone who doesn’t deserve you. Tom doesn’t love you Y/N I do and I always have”. He finished with a sigh.

You stared at him in shock. How come you’ve never noticed it before. It was never Tom, it was Harrison all this time.

You took a step forward and cupped his cheeks pulling him down for a kiss. It was short but sweet.

“What would I do without you” You muttered. Your forehead touching his.

“I don’t know…but all I know is that were going to be okay. You’re going to be okay” He gave you one more tenderly kiss.


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Tips on writing Southern style for Leonard McCoy.

Here’s a link to part 2 of McCoy writing tips.

Being a native southerner and living in Georgia - the home of the great Dr Leonard McCoy and DeForest Kelley - I thought it would be fun to offer some tips for writing about the South.  I love reading Bones fanfics, but I see a lot of misconceptions about my home state and city, Atlanta.  THIS IS NOT MEANT AS CRITICISM OF ANYONE’S WRITING!!!  Hopefully people will see it in the fun spirit with which it’s intended!  I’ve also tagged a few people who have written Bones stories that I’ve really enjoyed.  I hope that’s ok!!  I love everything you creative writers do!!

2. Georgia is the peach state, but we’re not drowning in peaches.  The state doesn’t smell like peaches, taste like peaches, or drip peach juice.  1.  Y’all is plural.  And yes, we say y’all all the time, but only to refer to groups of more than one person.  It’s never you guys or even you when referring to a group - ALWAYS y’all.  I can’t talk without using that word!

3. What we are drowning in is Coke.  AKA Dixie champagne, the elixir of life, the secret formula.  Nobody calls it Coca-cola, it’s just Coke.  Coke is headquartered in Atlanta and employees are not allowed to have any other soft drink on pain of being fired if they’re caught!  (True!!)  I’ve known people who wouldn’t attend a church event because someone was serving Pepsi!  Also, all soft drinks are called Coke.  If someone says, “Would you like a Coke?”  It means “Would you like any carbonated beverage of the Coke family?”  It’s never called pop or soda or anything else (especially Pepsi.)

4. Atlanta is not a small town.  It’s a city of about 5 million people if you count the whole metro area! If your story setting is Atlanta, then remember that there are no rolling fields or country roads here.  But there is Lenox Mall, Phipps Plaza, lots of nice restaurants, and lots of streets named Peachtree.  Peachtree Street, Peachtree Way, Peachtree Avenue, and Peachtree Battle Ave. are all within about a mile of my house.

5. We don’t call each other “Darlin’”.  Sometimes we call each other “hon’” or “sweetie” or I might call a boy “bud” or “buddy” but I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone called “Darlin’

6. I would suggest not writing in Southern dialect.  It’s hard to read and frequently sounds more country than Southern.  And yes, there is a difference.  Country is more redneck, Southern is more elegant.

7. We frequently say “Bless your heart”, but it’s sort of a way of saying “Isn’t she/he sweet but stupid…”  For example, “She ordered a Pepsi, bless her heart.”

8.  Outside of metro Atlanta is rural.  Really rural.  Georgia is a beautiful state that has both beaches and mountains and we love to take advantage of both!  But not everyone lives on a farm.  I would love to read a story where Bones takes the reader to Amelia Island or St Simon’s Island - it would just be so real!  Also, we don’t ever call it the shore.  It’s always the beach.

9. It does get hot here.  REALLY hot!  And humid. But it also gets cold here - but cold to us is anything below about 45 degrees.  And the reason we’re so cold is because nobody knows what to do with it - we might own one winter jacket, so when it goes down to 20 degrees everyone just freezes.  But it’s not hot here year-round.

10. Manners are super-important.  Children are taught to say “Yes Ma’am” and “Yes Sir” from birth.  I still say yes ma’am and sir to people older than me. Gentlemen pretty much all still open doors for ladies, pull out their chairs, and stand when a lady approaches your dinner table in a restaurant (then the lady always says “Go ahead and sit!! Don’t stand on my account!”) McCoy would totally be into doing this. We ladies enjoy it.  Nobody is insulted.  But ladies also open doors for gentlemen.  We just try to be nice to each other.  I apologize if anyone ever met someone met someone rude from Georgia!  They must have been having a bad day, bless their heart. (Maybe someone offered them a Pepsi…)

11.  It’s true that tea is always iced.  And sweet. And we drink it all the time. Unless we’re drinking Coke. 

12. To me, McCoy does not sound like he has any accent, - I just don’t hear it. But Kirk sounds a little funny sometimes! 

 OK - I’m going to stop here.  If anyone has any questions please feel free to ask!!  I’m hoping to read a lot more Bones stories and I hope this helps!

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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS? - ETHAN DOLAN *SMUT*

Warnings: daddy kink, smut

Song: power trip - j Cole

Requested! You and Ethan lied in your bed as you both watched the tv in your room quietly. You were both tangled in the bed sheets as the movie baby driver flashed on the screen in front of you. You both had watched this movie before but it didn’t take away the fact that it was an amazing movie. You were both laying next to each other, a bowl on popcorn separated you two. You and Ethan had been friends since you were young but after you guys grew up, you both kind of agreed on being friends, but with benefits. You could both still hang out, but you both could still have fun in bed, no strings attached. At least that’s what you both thought.
Ethan’s hand came between you two as he moved the bowl of popcorn,
“You know, I’m getting kinda tired of this movie.” He slid his hand up your thigh, “maybe we could do something else a bit more entertaining?” He smirked as he gave you a look. He lightly flipped on top of you, grinding down as he brought you into a rough kiss. You kissed back with the same amount of roughness, neediness, passion. You tongues danced together as everything went by way too fast, just like every other time you and Ethan did something sexual together. He was always so needy and you couldn’t blame him, you were too. But something just didn’t feel the same anymore. You felt like every time you hung out, you fell more and more for his deep brown eyes. You moaned as he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck, coming back to reality.
“E-Ethan.” You stuttered as he hummed against your neck. He continued his movements as you cocked your head back, giving him more access to your neck. He slowly sucked on your collar bone as he paused to lift your shirt over your head. He massaged your left breast with his left hand through your black bra as his right hand reached behind you to unclasp it. His soft hands slowly slid your straps off your shoulders, discarding your bra as he hungrily attacked your right nipple, making you gasp. His soft hands roamed your body as he bit and flicked your nipple with his tongue. It hardened under his touch as you felt his painful hard on against your leg through his now tight jeans. Your hands reached down, tugging at his shirt until he reached up and took it off quickly, revealing his toned chest that pressed against your stomach. He switched nipples as you moaned quietly, watching him work lightly to pleasure you. Your nails raked up his muscular back lightly as he sucked on your nipple. Ethan groaned into your skin as he trailed wet kisses down your stomach, keeping his eyes on yours. His deep brown eyes were hooded and filled with lust, his neediness was radiating off his body as his large hands pulled your shorts and panties down with one tug.
“Ethan!” You moaned unexpectedly as his tongue dived into your core. He rested your thighs over his shoulders as he moved his tongue against your walls. You gripped at his thick hair, feeling him moan against your entrance.
“You taste so good baby girl.” Ethan praised as he licked a stripe up your core to pay attention to your throbbing clit. He wrapped his plump lips around your clit and sucked lightly as he poked his middle finger at your entrance. He slowly slid it in as he immediately rubbed the pad on his finger against your g-spot making your hips buck. He looked up at you with a smirk, god, he was so cocky when it came to knowing how to pleasure you. You gripped the bed sheets as he returned his warm mouth to your clit, slowly adding another finger as he pumped them in and out of you. His biceps flexed, the veins in his arms protruding as he pleasured you. He rubbed your g-spot with the pads of his fingers as you clenched around him tightly.
“Don’t stop, Ethan!” You moaned, pulling at his hair. You felt Ethan smirk against your clit as he sucked harshly, wiggling his fingers deeply inside you. You began to convulse around his fingers as he prodded at your g-spot over and over.
“Oh my gosh, E.” you moaned as he flicked his tongue across your swollen clit repeatedly. You bucked your hips in hope for more as Ethan pumped his middle and ring finger in and out of you at an inhuman pace. You clenched around his fingers, pulling at his hair as you lifted your hips off the bed, grinding into his face. He hummed on your clit as his eyes gazed up to meet yours. Your head flew back against the pillows as you moaned, his fingers curling inside you. Ethan slowed his pace as he eventually discarded his fingers from you. You whined at the loss of contact, you were so close. Ethan licked up your slit, collected your juices. He hummed in satisfaction as he slowly came up to hover above you,
“Suck baby.” He demanded, shoving his fingers in your mouth. You obliged and sucked roughly on his fingers as he watched you, his mouth hung open. A deep groan emitted his mouth as you swirled your tongue around his fingers. He hummed, “I would love to feel your mouth around my cock but I can’t wait any longer.” Ethan groaned, flipping off the bed as he discarded his tight jeans and boxers, his cock stood hard and red. You slowly crawled to the end of the bed as you lapped up the pre cum that dripped from the tip. Ethan’s cock twitched as you slowly wrapped your mouth around the tip, taking him all the way. Ethan’s eyes bored into yours as his mouth hung open, his breathing uneven as you got his cock ready for you. Ethan laced his fingers through your hair as he took you off his cock, laying you down.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Ethan spoke deeply as he hovered over you, rubbing his cock over your clit. You moaned lightly, impatience took over as he rubbed his cock against your slit. Ethan’s teeth clenched as he entered himself inside you slowly. You moaned as you immediately clenched around him from pleasure. Ethan moaned deeply as he began thrusting deeply into you. The sheets were tangled underneath you two as the sunset lit the room. The television was now in the back of your mind as Ethan fucked you roughly. His hips bucked into yours, causing the bed to creak with every thrust as you clawed at the bed sheets. Your thighs clapped together as he moaned,
“You’re always so tight, y/n. Holy shit.” Ethan groaned through gritted teeth as he pushed himself deeper inside you.
“Fuck me harder, daddy.” You moaned as Ethan got taken aback by the name.
“H-how’d you know?” Ethan suddenly stilled. You smirked,
“We’re best friends, we know everything about each other.” Ethan’s eyes darkened as he began thrusting faster inside of you,
“You have no idea what you got yourself into.” Ethan growled as he pushed you farther on the bed so he was able to kneel at the end. His hips snapped into yours roughly as he pinned your hands above your head. You moaned loudly as Ethan grunted with every thrust,
“What’s my name?” Ethan smirked.
“Daddy!” You screamed as he thrusted deeper with every moan. Ethan groaned loudly as his hips rolled into yours, sweat forming on his forehead and chest. His body glistened as his hands quickly moved to your hips. He lifted your hips up slightly as he continued his hard thrusts deep inside you. You screamed unexpectedly as he found your g-spot. He hung his head back, moaning as you clenched around him. His biceps flexed harshly as he pounded into you. He slowly leaned over you as he began sucking roughly on your neck. Your hands flew to his muscular back as you clawed at him. Ethan moaned in your ear, reaching a hand down to toy with your clit.
“You gonna cum for daddy?” Ethan edged you on as you moaned louder. “You gonna cum all over my hard cock?”
“Yes daddy!” You moaned loudly as you bucked your hips into his. Your thighs began to shake around his as he quickly grabbed the back of your knees, spreading your legs wider for him. You cursed loudly as he thrusted deeper inside you, his hips slapping the back of your thighs. You moaned uncontrollably as Ethan fucked you into next week.
“Come on baby girl, I know you’re close.” Ethan groaned as he rubbed your clit with his thumb roughly. You began convulsing around his hard cock, clenching tightly as he groaned. He hit your g-spot over and over as your legs began shaking.
“I’m gonna cum daddy!” You screamed, clenching around him as hard as you could, cumming around his cock. Your hips lifted off the bed as he kept rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly, clawing at the sheets beneath you. Your hips began to stutter from over sensitivity as Ethan pulled out, jerking himself off. You quickly got on your knees as you swatted his hand away and began bobbing your head up and down on his cock, sucking roughly. Ethan began moaning louder as he grabbed your hair and started fucking your mouth. His hips thrusted roughly into your mouth as he chased his high. You ran your tongue across the underside of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” His abs clenched as his cock twitched in your mouth. You made eye contact with him as he threw his head back and moaned loudly, cumming deep in your throat. You swallowed every last drop as you kept sucking and hollowing your cheeks. His hips bucked sensitively as you let off his cock, lightly sucking the tip before letting him go.
“You’re so good to me.” Ethan groaned, going to the edge of the bed to toss you your clothes and get his. You forced a smile as you thought back about how you guys were just friends. You got dressed as you lied back in bed as Ethan joined you.
“Y/n.” Ethan got your attention as he lied beside you. You looked over at him and raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘what?’.
“I’ve just been thinking…” he trailed off, “this is going to sound so stupid.” He covered his face.
“Ethan, it’s okay. It’s not like we just met yesterday.” You reassured him as you rubbed his shoulder.
“Okay you’re right.” He sighed. “I just-” he took a deep breath. “I like you, like, more than friends with benefits. I want to be able to call you mine.” Ethan let out in one breath as he studied your face for any sign of disagreement.
“Ethan, I feel the same way.” You smiled, turning to face him.
“Really?” Ethan’s face lit up as a smile grew on his face.
“Yes, really! You goof.” You lightly slapped him as he pulled you in for a small hug. He held you there in his arms for a few minutes before pulling away.
“Can I kiss you?” Ethan asked nervously. You giggled at his sudden shyness.
“Ethan it’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”
“I know but like, it’s different now. We’re dating now.” He smiled shyly as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. You could get used to this.

Masterlist!

Okay, so it’s like 2AM right now but I thought of this. Basically, bts decided to drop a new logo change and photos and shake the entire world. Anyways, as I was looking at the photo (one above ), it’s obvious Jungkook is the only one wearing white and not waking through the doors. What I was thinking is that, what if jungkook didn’t die or none of them really died, but instead their youth did and it was as if they did as well. White and black are colors you’d wear at a funeral, they basically represent death. I was thinking, since jungkook is the youngest, and has said he relates to Sinclair from Demian, a boy trying to make it through the world and figure out who he is without the help of others, what if jungkook has realized he’s an adult now and his youth years, or teenage years, are over but he doesn’t want to move forward into an “adulthood” lifestyle. My brain kind of ranted, and this might be sounding stupid but think about it. The wings trilogy is basically centered around the idea of youth. From no more dream to not today, it’s basically all been about youth, and how the world perceives the youth. The wings trilogy is ending, so could it be so is their youth? All the other members have condoned to this, but jungkook the YOUNGEST member, hasn’t. Because, he just isn’t ready for that. He doesn’t want to believe his youth is over and that’s it. ALSO! In the logo animation video in the beginning it’s says see you there, SEE YOU THERE AS IN SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CYCLE OF GROWING UP!! Look, I’m not sure if this is correct, but it’s a thought I wanted to voice out. Feel free to voice out any other ideas you guys have on this sudden drop. Bts has me pulling an all nighter since my brain won’t stop thinking about it. I might do a theory about the logo too, I’m still thinking if I should.

“Jungkook Cheated.” Finale [1]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] Finale: [1] [2 - Alternative Ending] 


Originally posted by jjks

Jungkook’s p.o.v ~

17/06/10 00:00am, I’m standing outside her door waiting on myself to gather up some courage to knock on the door or ring the doorbell. I’m nervous and slightly terrified of what would come next if I pressed the doorbell. Is she home? Is she out having the time of her life? Is she even going to bother opening the door for me if she sees me through the peephole? Millions of questions ran through my mind all at once, not one of those questions came with a positive answer. But I took my chances and pressed the doorbell anyway, hoping she’d acknowledge my presence. As she opened the door, I was again reminded of her beauty. A bare faced beauty who looked stunning dressed in her favourite baby blue fluffy pyjamas, I was left speechless, just staring at how beautiful she looked even without trying. I knew I was just stood staring when a small noise came from the back of her throat brought me back to reality.

“Hi” was all I could say, I didn’t prepare for this moment - all I could think about prior was her opening the door, seeing my face and slamming the door shut again without giving me a second chance. But here we are.

“Why are you here Jungkook? Especially now of all days?” she said ever so slowly, her eyes directed towards the floor.

“I know I don’t deserve this, I know what I’m about to say is selfish but could you please hear me out?” I looked at her intently, hoping for a positive answer. It took what seemed like forever before she agreed and stepped aside, signalling for me to go into her home. I took my shoes off whilst eyeing the area, nothing has changed since I was last in here. I walked through into the familiar living room, where my eyes met the photo frame that was sat on the coffee table. In that photo frame I could see a picture, a picture that held so many happy memories; a picture in which consisted of Y/N and I sat on the park bench eating our favourite ice creams. This gave me hope and confidence - if she didn’t want anything to do with me then that photo wouldn’t be there, especially not in a place where it’s so visible. If she hated me then she wouldn’t have even opened the door…right? I stood in front of the sofa, unsure of what to do next. Do I sit? Do I stand? Would it make her uncomfortable if I just sat without permission? Actually scrap that, me being present is probably already uncomfortable for her.

“Jungkook you can sit you know?” I nodded and sat down before she faced the direction of the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?” she offered.

“No it’s okay, could you possibly come sit down?” I asked wearily. But she complied and came to sit beside me, there was a gap between the two of us - an unfamiliar space that I wanted to close, but didn’t. It was silent for a while before she spoke up.

“Aren’t you here to say something?” she asked quietly, as if she had no confidence in her own words.

“Look Y/N” I paused for a few seconds before turning to look at her and continued. “I lied. I lied when I said that I hoped that you’d find someone better.” At that moment she looked at me, probably wondering what the hell I was saying and whether or not I was in the right of mind to even say such a thing after what I had done but she said nothing and so, I continued. “I know what I said, and it’s true that you do deserve better but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to be a better version of myself for you. It’s been hell without you, I can’t be without you, I really can’t and I don’t want to be. Asking you to take me back is ridiculous of me to even think about, and you don’t have to I’ll give you time the space you need if it meant that we could just, even be friends again. Even if you’re not my girl, being friends is more than enough if it meant that I still had you in my life.” I chuckled realising how ludicrous I sounded right now, asking for her friendship when I did all that to her. “Saying all that out loud made me realise how much more selfish it sounds.” I looked ahead of me shaking my own head thinking about how stupid I must have sounded saying all of that. There was a long silence, a silence that grew intense and somewhat ‘off’.

“Jungkook-ah” I turned and faced her but her eyes were low momentarily before looking up and meeting my eyes. “You know I love you right?” she said whilst her eyes started welling up, everything right now was so unpredictable and I was scared, no terrified even for the outcome. But I was also in shock because she told me she still loved me, my mind was starting to drift away until she spoke up again. “You really did hurt me, and today of all days you come to my door, today was supposed to be special and you come and ask to be friends or even more than that, but I don’t know if I can give that to you right now.” she told me as a tear slipped from her eyes and rolled down her now red cheeks. I nodded, completely understanding. “I’m sorry” she said as tears started to fall more consistently, and I realised that I was too doing the same, I was crying. “You meant everything to me, you were my everything. My world revolved solely around you and I thought it was the same for you too. But I’m not always right.” Although tears kept streaming down her face, she remained calm and not once did she break the eye contact we had.

“I’m sorry Y/N I really am so sincerely sorry and I hope you know that.” I wept, I wept like a child in front of her.

“I know we need closure, and let this be it. If our paths ever cross again then maybe we could start over, on a clean slate if our feelings were still the same. Just know that I forgive you Jungkook, and I’m thankful you came to me in person to apologise and tell me how you felt. I’ll never stop loving you.” She smiled at me, a smile that broke me. I grabbed ahold of her hand and placed something in the palm of her hands and closing her fingers around it, I stood up.

“Thank you Y/N, really.” I couldn’t stop the flow of my tears as I walked out of the door.

Y/N’s p.o.v ~

I sat there silently as I heard the front door open and close. I uncurled my fingers to see a beautiful necklace with Jungkook’s initials and the date of when we first started dating engraved into it, seeing that there was a charm in the shape of a key attached to it, I turned the heart shaped silver plate over only to see a quote engraved, “You are the key to my heart.” I couldn’t help but cry until the sound of my phone vibrating distracted me momentarily. I opened the text and saw:


Second is the Best.

Prompt Credit: @dxncekiiing
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No one was thrilled about the lion switch that undoubtedly had to take place upon Shiro’s disappearance.

Everyone had been assigned to their lion for a reason, and now that some of them were changing it was…odd.

Keith took the black lion, following in their leader’s footsteps until further notice.

Lance was forced to move to Red, even though he did not in the slightest want to abandon Blue.

Allura took the blue lion, and that was how it just had to be. It was said and done.

When the switch was made, and Lance strode up to ‘his new lion’, he decided to try and be optimistic.

Red couldn’t be that bad?

He had worries from the very start. And he had his insecurities and things that kept him uncertain about the change.

Red was Keith’s lion, originally.
She had trained with Keith, fought with Keith, and grown attached to Keith in general.

That’s how a bond worked.
But Lance would have a hard time living up to that bond, however long he had to.

Because.
Lance wasn’t Keith.

He wasn’t used to her controls, he wasn’t used to her style. He wasn’t used to the vibes she let off, or her personality.

Keith was his rival for a reason.
They were polar opposites.

But it would be fine, right?

Besides, this wasn’t the first time Lance had to alter his entire self to live up to Keith’s name. His character.

Cargo pilot?

Well, now you’re fighter class and you’re only here because Keith is gone. Better be just as good as Keith or you’re outta here.

Red paladin?

Well, you’re the red paladin now and you’re only here because Shiro is gone. Better pilot like Keith otherwise the universe is at stake.

Lance sat in Red now, these thoughts running through his head and left him shaking slightly.

None of it was familiar.

The suit.
It felt like an alien had abducted his body and took over, and he hadn’t gotten use to it quite yet.

The lion.
He felt like he was invading some form of privacy, like Red didn’t want him here just as much as he didn’t want to be there.

The battle is underway, why are you pausing? Keith never hesitated, he was brave and always took action.

Lance tensed, shocked as the ‘words’ went through his brain and he looked around, biting his lip.

“Okay, fine… Let’s go.” He mumbled.

The blu— no, red, paladin leaned forward on the controls a little bit, and suddenly the red lion was racing forward.

“Woah woah woah!!!” Lance yelped, yanking back on the controls and Red stopped abruptly.

“You nearly gave me whiplash!” Lance panted, heart still beating a little faster than normal.

Keith was fast. He understood everything needed to be done as quickly as possible to ensure the safety of others.

Lance swallowed thickly, and he bit his lip a little harder. “I know people need saving but can’t you take it easy, Red?”

It was getting to him more now.
He wasn’t Keith.

Red wouldn’t stop comparing him to her previous paladin and it made Lance feel an emptiness in his gut.

He could never be good enough.
He could never be Keith.

He wasn’t the red paladin.

Lance leaned on the controls again, this time bracing himself as Red surged forward and into battle.

No more delays.
No more screw ups.

Pft, this was Lance we were talking about.

It ended up being a hard victory, and although Team Voltron had won this round no one felt that way.

They were exhausted, and upset.
It was the first battle without Shiro and although they had won it had been by sheer luck.

Back in the hangar, Lance sat in Red, collecting himself. The whole battle had been spent with Reds critique, and it left Lance feeling sick.

Keith did this.
Keith didn’t do that.
Keith always did it like that.
Keith would never have done it like that.

Lance shook in the cockpit, old wounds in his mind opening and tears formed and fell.

He wanted Blue back.
He wanted HIS suit back.

The new red paladin felt alone and foreign within this lion. He didn’t belong here.

Lance choked on a sob, practically ripping off his helmet and he sniffled hard. He wanted out of here.

The former blue paladin didn’t want to be in this stupid lion, in this stupid suit. He didn’t want to trip in Keiths footsteps anymore.

He would run away.
He would run away and never look back.

Lance started to stand while rubbing his cheeks of tears, only to be shoved back down by a wave of energy through his skull.

Lance recognized that feeling.

It was much more gruff, and felt a lot different, but he recognized it based upon Blue.

The red lion was…purring?

Where do you think you’re going?

“Away from here. I’m not your Keith and I never will be, you’ve proven that to me.” Lance grumbled, crossing his arms.

Don’t pout.

Lance blushed and uncrossed his arms, glaring at the floor instead. Stupid lion and her stupid knowledge.

Think about it. Leaving Voltron with no word and leaving the others to deal in your footsteps? Who does that sound like.

It hit Lance like a punch to the face, and the sick feeling grew. He knew the answer.

Shiro.

Guilt crept into his heart, and his shoulders sagged as fresh tears came.

He couldn’t do well at being ANYBODY.
Lance sniffed, tears dripping onto the floor.

Do not cry, little one. I will help you, my sister has told me much about you and I know your heart.

Lance smiled a bit, another wave of energy and affection going through his body. “Thank you, Red…”

It was going to be hard.

It was going to be tough love from the red lion but Lance decided he could probably deal with that if there were after battle confidence boosters like now.

He wiped his tears away, “Goodnight, Red.” Lance said, standing and leaving Red as she shut down.

Goodnight Lance.

He wasn’t Keith.
But the title of red paladin didn’t revolve around the mullet haired boy or his tactics.

Lance wasn’t Keith.
But he was going to damn well be the second best red paladin there ever was.

First is the worst, second is the best, right?

5

The Incredibles AU
Part 1 (as a pilot version with scribbles)

YAS, i did it in the digital version, maybe not so neatly as i could

There`s some things i want to describe about this au:

  • I changed a little design of costumes (ahah, i wont get tired to do it, but i just added kind of hero`s signs) just to make them in this cartoon`s style
  • There are no kwamies, characters have their powers/abilities in genes, so they just … wear their costumes without transformation, i guess (wow, how is it possible). About their powers.. Hm, they`re almost the same, if someone is interested i will tell about that more.
  • I want to mention about the kids. Yes, everithing is almost perfect, if talking about Emma, Louis and Hugo as Violet, Dash and Jack-Jack. But i have reaaally, um, strong headcanon that, firstly, Emma is the secong child and, secondly, her character is more like Dash`es as Louis is like Violet. You can say that`s all sounds stupid, but i wanna think about it like that. Sorry @luullaby, bc you mentioned about the kids first.
  • And the most important thing.. Turtle Nino as Frozono, yas. Ive never been so into this idea and Im not sure who created it, but, damn, i like it now. His costume was inspired more like by Frozono and another designes of Turtle costume. 

Jade Turtle is a good name for the superhero, i hope @thelastpilot you wont be mad :0 (or who created this name, im really confused, im so sorry, if im wrong about it).

Thats all, i still have no idea whats happening here, just tell me if something is really not okay (with me or with this au, idk)

Help Me Get The Girl part 13 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,192

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Well, here is chapter 13, it’s more laid back but I really enjoyed writing it!  Thank you for joining me on this journey so far for this series!  I hope you enjoy this part!

Your POV:

I had walked up the stairs to Theo’s room which was up higher in our home, almost excluded from the rest of the rooms.  I was leaning against the doorframe while he typed away on his computer.  At first I thought that it was homework that he was working on for his online high school, but I soon realized that it wasn’t.  He was mumbling under his breath what he was typing.

“He laid, still as can be with his hand tightly clenched around her necklace that she had given to him days ago.  What a beautiful memory to drift away to.”

Smiling to myself, I realized that he was writing which was something I didn’t know he liked to do.  I’ve been told that writing can be therapeutic to people, but I had the feeling that he had been doing this in secret for quite some time.  

“That was beautiful.” I told him.  He jumped up, twirling around in his chair with wide eyes.

He quickly turned back around, saved his document, and closed the window.  “Shit!  Don’t you know how to knock, Y/n?”

I laughed at his outburst, taking a step into his room, “I couldn’t see anything, really, all I could hear was what your were grumbling.  I came up here to catch up and see how things have been for you.  You haven’t been too talkative lately.”  He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, seeming unsure of what to do, so I prompted him some more, “I brought you an orange soda and skittles!” I brought them forward from behind my back, dangling them in front of me.

Eyeing his favorite treats he squinted in thought, obviously contemplating whether or not to take the bait.  After thinking it over for a second he smiled and said, “Can we go on the roof?”

“Of course we can!” I chuckled, tossing him the soda.

We were sat on the roof, chugging our drinks and popping the skittles like our lives depended on it.  Theo kept tossing his up in the air and catching them in his mouth while I tried to catch them before he got the chance to eat them, but he tossed them in a way that I was always a second away from snatching them.

“So,” I started as I set my drink down, “How’s online school going?”

He shrugged, “It’s meh.  I mean, it’s nice because I don’t have to deal with those neanderthals always pushing me around, but I do miss being at school with my friends.”

“A specific friend?” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

His cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he bowed his head, “Maybe.”

“Layla.” I dragged the final ‘a’ out.

He ran a hand through his hair, “She makes my bones ache when I see her, but a good ache.  It the kind of ache that reminds you that you’re alive and that the person who is making you feel that way, is there for just that reason; to remind you that you’re alive.”

I raised my brows at him, an impressed expression covering my face, “That was poetic and I didn’t know you could talk like that.” I said truthfully as I bumped my shoulder against his.

“She makes me a poet I guess.” he said as he leaned back and stared up at the night sky.

“Gross, that was mushy.  Too far.” I groaned as I joined him, my back resting against the roof.

“You’re right,” he laughed, “I’ve written for a long time.  I’ve just never shared it with you guys.  I will say though, she inspires me to write more romance within my stories.”

“Romance,” I scoffed, “Romance obviously has love at the center of it and love causes problems.”

He snorted, “What’s up your ass?”

“Nothing, I’m just being realistic.  Love is like this monster that sits on your shoulder continually telling you to take one road and when you get to the crossroads it steers you in a completely different direction that takes you right back to the beginning.  And once you’re there, you’re still all alone, driving in hopes that you’ll finally get to your destination.  It’s tragic, honestly.”

“My gosh.” he grumbled uncomfortably as he shifted a bit, “Could you be more negative?  I think love is a beautiful thing.”

Sitting back up, I pulled my legs to my chest, “As I said, love is a monster, but I will admit… it’s a damn beautiful monster.”

Theo dumped the remaining skittles into his mouth, chewing as he said, “Fuck monsters, man.  I’ve got an angel.”


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“So, why not sleep with both of them?” Ayla asked as she stared at the table across the cafeteria.  Both Ethan and Grayson were sat at the table together, but there was no Grace.

I had gotten so used to sitting with Ayla, Jason, and Nicole that it just became my permanent spot.  Neither of the boys seemed to mind, they continued to banter back and forth, quite a bit of the time there were a few other guys who would join them partway through.  

“That’s not how you settle things like this.” I snapped, sending her a quick glare.

“She’s right, Ayla.  The correct way is to see which one buys her more gifts.  Especially lingerie, oh yes.” Jason said before they both roared with laughter.  I could tell that Nicole was trying her best not to laugh, but was failing to do so.

“You both suck.” I let them know as I threw a napkin, hoping it would hit one of the two of them.

“The truth is,” Nicole started, “You go with whichever one makes your heart happiest, and if you feel like that’s going to be a decision that you won’t be able to make, you let them go, because it’s unfair to them and it’s unfair to yourself.”

Both Ayla and Jason stared at her with their mouths hanging open and their eyes wide like deer in headlights.  Nicole’s eyes shifted back and forth between the two of them, even taking glances at me.  I’ll admit, I was equally as shocked as them.

“What?” she squealed, throwing her arms up.

“That was the deepest thing you’ve ever said.  I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that you’ve never been that serious in your life.” Jason told her, resuming eating, the initial shock calming.

“Well, I mean, I wasn’t quite done.” we all groaned when she spoke those words.  “I was also going to say that I hope you end up with Ethan because dangly earring over there is too delicious for me to handle.”

“There she is…” I joked, sending a smile her direction.

She shrugged innocently, “It’s not my fault that God blessed him with perfect assets.”

“They’re twins.” Jason stated as if she was an idiot.

“They don’t look exactly the same.” she defended, “They’re both good looking, but I want to be the conductor of that train,” she gestured towards Grayson, “Choo choo!” she gestured like she was sounding off a train whistle.

“Gross.” Ayla said under her breath.

“HEY!” Nicole shouted, “HEY TWINS!” she said again.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

She ignored me, “ETHAN AND YOU!”

“His name is Grayson.” Jason said in between bites.

“ETHAN AND GRAYSON!” she corrected, finally getting their attention.  “COME SIT WITH US!”

Exchanging looks, both of them got up with their trays in hand, walking over to our table.  Ethan took a seat next to me while Grayson sat next to him with Ayla on his other side.

Looking at the twins and then in my direction Nicole said, “What a dream.”

“A dream?  What dream?” Grayson asked, clearly confused.

She looked him straight in the eyes, “My dream.  My ultimate fantasy.”

“Okay…” he said, looking over to me, “How’s your day going?”

I tilted my head a bit, “Fine.  Routine.  Basically on autopilot as usual.  What about you?”

“Just going through the motions.” he replied, looking back at Nicole who was still eyeing him.  “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.  Just waiting.  Waiting for that green light.”

Eyes still on her he leaned and whispered something in Ethan’s ear.  A few seconds later Ethan leaned over and whispered, “Gray thinks she’s a bit… odd.”

“She is.” I quietly said back, my lips unintentionally brushing against his ear.

After finishing lunch Grayson grabbed me before Ethan had the chance.  We talked about school and life.  He asked about Theo and how his schooling was going.  He just kept the conversation casual which I appreciated because normality was what I had needed in that moment.

“So,” he said as we came to a stop in front of my classroom, “I know that between Ethan and I, we haven’t made things easy for you.  But, I want you to know that I meant what I said whole heartedly, and in no way am I trying to say that I feel more for you than Ethan does, because it’s impossible to compare the two of us and our feelings.  I just… I don’t want to pressure you more, but have you thought about it at all?”

I should have known that it wasn’t going to continue to be small talk.  I should have known that we would come back to this conversation, but stupid me fell into the trap.

“I think– I think that I’ve been thinking too much lately.” I told him honestly.  “I’m starting to feel like maybe it’s my heart’s turn to take the wheel and when it’s ready, it will let me know what it wants.”

He nodded, “That’s understandable.”  The warning bell sounded off, telling us that we only had a minute left to get to class.  “I have another question and it’s not about that,” he reassured me, “Who is that Nicole chick?”

I giggled, “She’s the self-proclaimed new girl.  She’s amazing and we’ve become really good friends, which I needed because…” I trailed off thinking about the situation with Grace who I haven’t spoken to in a couple weeks.  “Because I feel like it’s time for me to have a fresh start and rid myself of negative vibes.”

“That’s understandable as well.  She’s kind of a weirdo.” he laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah she is, but I love it.” I smiled.

“She’s pretty entertaining,” he started to back away, “I should get going though.  I can’t be late for class again.”  With a contented smile I nodded to him and watched as he walked down the hall, not noticing all of the girls ogling over him as he passed.  He would never know how amazing he was.


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“Okay!” Nicole said as she jumped in front of me right as we entered my house, “Screw, marry, kill with Ethan, Grayson, and Jason.”

Each time I tried to move past her she shifted her body so that I couldn’t get around her.  “Fine!” I shouted, dropping my bag inside the door, kicking my shoes off, “Screw Grayson or Ethan, marry Grayson or Ethan, and kill Jason.  I’m pretty sure that Jason would rather be dead than marry or have sex with me so…”

“Oh gosh that’s not how it works, you can’t say both of them.  I’d totally marry Grayson though because then I could screw him whenever I wanted.” she covered her mouth and then gave me a look full of fear.  “That was so rude of me, Y/n, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” I asked, finally moving past her, shutting the door behind me.

“I just… I know you’ve got a thing going on with the two of them and me making these comments isn’t appropriate, no matter how badly I want to jump his bones.” she smacked her hand against her head, “I DID IT AGAIN!”

I nearly cackled, “It’s fine!  It doesn’t bother me.  I know that you mean no harm.”

“But, you’re my friend, I shouldn’t be so outwardly flirtatious and verbal about it.  I apologize.” she said sincerely, following me to my room.

I sat on my bed, Nicole making herself comfortable next to me, “He asked me if I had been thinking about things.  I told him I was done thinking and that I was allowing my heart to lead me.” I told her as I leaned my head against her shoulder.  “I just want this to be over.  This never should have happened.  I’m a high schooler, I should not be feeling these emotions already, right?”

“It’s life, Y/n, you never know when or what you’re going to feel.  It just happens.  But, I have an idea and I want you to trust me.” she slowly pulled her shoulder out from under me.

“What?” I asked, nervous for what was to come next.

She clapped her hands together, “I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to answer it with the first thing that comes to your mind.”

Hesitantly I answered, “Okay.”

“If right now there was someone approaching your front door ready to whisk you away on the greatest adventure of your life, who would you want it to be?  Grayson or Ethan?”


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Mine - a Peter Parker/ Spiderman imagine

Woah two Tom Holland imagines in one day! Ya girl got a new obsession.

Originally posted by hardyness

“Hey Pete! It’s Y/N…but you already knew that because your phone probably said you had a voicemail from me… and like 20 texts…because thats how phones work… haha… Anyways I was just calling to see if you were still coming for our movie night tonight. You kinda bolted from school today and yesterday… aaaand the day before that so I haven’t really had the chance to make sure you were still on. Yeah, um call me or text me.” Y/N paced around the floor of her room, her had running through her hair as she stared at her phone after pressing the end call button. 

Y/N and Peter had been best friends since diapers. And Ned of course, but Y/N and Peter were inseparable. She plopped her self down on the edge of her bed, a heavy sigh escaping her lips and she glanced around her room, her eyes landing on a set of Photo Booth pictures of her and Peter each one more silly than the one before. She grinned as she picked them up, holing them gently in her fingers as though they would shatter under her touch. Things had been so different lately, her parents were constantly fighting and slamming doors and leaving and Peter had been seemingly avoiding her like the plague when she had needed him most. 

She pressed Ned’s name on her phone, hopping Peter was with him and that maybe he had just forgotten his phone or something. But to no avail, Ned was ignoring her also. She tossed her phone across the room with a groan. “I guess friend night is just for you and me now.” Y/N said to her dog who was curled up at the bottom of her bed before pressing play, turning the volume up to drown out the sounds of her parents screaming.


“Ned you can’t tell anyone.” Peter stared at his friend who already was beginning to lose his shit. Peters phone began to ring yet again in his pocket, he let it continue to ring while and New continued to talk. Ned phone began to ring only a moment later, the ringer specifically picked out for when Y/N called echoing In the room.

“Does Y/N know?” Ned asked and Peters eyes widened. He shook his head quickly. “No she doesnt. And she never will. After everything she has been through lately she can’t know that people try to kill me everyday. I’m pretty sure t would give her a heart attack.“Peter couldn’t bare the thought of hurting Y/N. She was his person, at least that’s what he liked to call her, if anything happened to her it would kill him. He already felt bad enough ignoring her and leaving her hanging so often but he couldn’t risk it. 


 Y/N leaned her head inside her locker, sniffling away the tears she had been crying all night and morning. Her dad had completely abandoned her and her mom. Packed everything and left them screaming nonsense. Her mom couldn’t handle it and left Y/N to go drink and didn’t return home. She had tried to reach out to Peter and of course was sent directly to voicemail. Y/N reached her hands up, forcefully rubbing them over her tear stained face. With a deep breath she slammed her locker shut. Peter and Ned stood on the other side of the door both with cheesy grins plastered on their faces. The grins quickly fell as they saw how Y/N looked, no makeup which never happened, puffy red eyes, tear stained cheeks and stain covered baggy sweatshirt drowning her already small frame.

“Y/N.. you look..” Peter stared.

“Awful.” Ned finished. Y/N rolled her eyes shoving past the two, hitting them both with her shoulders. 

“Definitely the way to any girls heart. Tell her she looks awful.” MJ leaned against the wall near them staring as though she had been there the whole time. The two looked at her for a moment before quickly turning to go and catch up with Y/N.

“Y/N waits whats wrong?”  Peter ran quickly and grabbed her hand, pulling her into an empty classroom and shutting the door before Ned could come in. He had a feeling this was something just the two of them needed to talk about. Y/N stared ahead at the empty chairs, not turning to Peter who stood behind her. Tears threatened her eyes once more and she took in a shaky breath. “please… you can tell me anything… Its me." 

 Y/N let out a sad and sarcastic laugh. She could feel her anger building up inside of her the closer Peter got to her. She turned on her heel and looked him in the eye. "Anything? I can’t tell you jack shit! You haven’t been here for weeks Peter! You bolt the second the final bell rings and when I talk to you during school you are always staring at the clock or your phone." 

 "Y/N I can explain! It’s the internship I- I have been waiting for a really big call and it takes up all my time!” Peter begged. But Y/N just shook her head an annoyed smile plastered on her lips honestly scaring Peter. “I thought you were happy about me having the internship!”

 "Would you just shut up about that stupid Internship!!“ Y/N screamed, Peter stepping back slightly. ” you aren’t listening to a word I say! I can’t tell you anything because you don’t listen! If you actually cared you would have actually listened to me and been there for me when I needed you Pete! And I fucking needed you. If you even cared a little bit you would have been there. But you weren’t, so clearly you don’t. You have completely shut me out Peter. If you want to end it and not be my friend any more please just end it instead of dragging me along like this because I can’t take it anymore.“ Y/N wasn’t even trying to hold back her tears at this point.

“Y/N… Please…” He reached out to her, they were standing so close yet they had never felt so far apart. 

“No Peter. If you won’t do it then I will. Don’t talk to me ever again, its the least you can do.” She sniffled, wiping her tears away before walking out of the room, walking past Ned and MJ and walking straight out the school doors. Peter stood frozen in his spot, silent tears slipping down his cheek as he stared at the empty space where his best friend and the love of his life had been standing just moments before. He was at a loss of words, the only sound filling the room was that of his heart breaking. He was so worried about hurting Y/N because of being Spiderman that he didn’t realize how much he himself had been hurting her. 


Peter sat on the rough of the apartment building across from Y/N’s home, he could see the window he had snuck into countless of times before to Y/N’s room, the flickering of a candle as the only light coming from the room. Her curtains blew slightly in from the light breeze that was blowing through her wide open window. He hadn’t seen or heard from Y/N the rest of the day no matter how many times he called her and looked around the city for her. He ripped his mask from his face feeling suffocated suddenly. He let so stupid for being so blind to how she had been feeling. Its not like she didn’t reach out to him, he was just so caught up in everything that he flat out ignored it. He could hear her mom yelling something at Y/N from where he was sat followed by a loud slam and her mom storming out of the townhouse with a large packed bag. This was his chance, slipping his mask back on he slung his web to attach to her roof, swinging down to land outside of her window.

“Fuck you too mom.” Y/N spoke with no emotion as she closed the door to her room, leaning against it and letting her body slide down it to be sitting on the floor in front of it.

“Now thats no way to talk to your mom.” Y/N’s gaze shut up as she stood quickly, Her eyes grew wide as she stared at The Spider-Man standing in the middle of her room. “Now I know what your thinking and no I’m not here to put you in jail or anything for using that language. I had heard from my pal Peter through the Stark Internship that his best friend Y/N was having a tough time and that he was a complete dumb ass. I figured I would come and try to patch things up. I hear you are a fairly big fan of me.” He stepped closer to her as she stood still, her mouth dropping open in disbelief. “Close your mouth sweetheart,  it would be a shame if a bug hereto fly in here.” He laughed slightly as he reached his finger up to gently lift her jaw and caress her cheek for a moment. 

“This can’t be real life.” Y/N shook her head quickly, pacing slightly in front of him. “I must be dreaming. Or I finally died, jeez that was a bit morbid…” Peter chuckled in front of her and her attention was drawn back to Spider-Man again. A small smile on her lips.

“What?” He asked as she stared at him.

“Oh nothing, you just..  your giggle sounds a lot like Peter’s. I love his little laugh.” She smiled as she bit her lip, thinking of all the times she had heard him let out his stupid little giggle. 

“Sounds like you love a lot more than his laugh.” Spiderman pushed stepping close to her once more.

“What? I mean- oh hell this is all a dream anyways so I might as well just say it. Yeah I love everything about Peter. I love him more than anyone or anything in this world. Thats why it hurt so much. Because no matter how much I say I hate him or how much he hurt me,I will always love him. I know he was just so caught up in the amazing Internship he got. I mean its his future, And I know how much it means to him. I know I was just being selfish. I think I will always be in love with him.” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge her bed, playing with her chipped paint on her finger nails.

“Well… I know how hard it was for you to tell me that secret. Can I let you in on my own big secret before I give you some advice on what you just said?” Peter was trying his hardest to not stumble over his words, he knew what he said didn’t make the most sense but the love of his life just admitted she loved him too. Y/N glanced up at him her eyes shining with tears. 

“Go for it.” Peter took a deep breath as he reached his hand up, grabbing the top of his mask and pulling it off. Y/N’s eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of her face as she stood up and looked at Peter who had a small smirk on his lips. 

“I’ll always be in love with you too.” Peter said as he closed the distance between the two, pulling Y/N against him and connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. The two finally pulled away as Y/N continued to stare at him her brain unable to think of anything to say.

“This is why I have been so distant, I couldn’t risk you getting hurt from knowing but I was so caught up in that that I didn’t see how badly I was actually hurting you.” Peter admitted. Y/N reached up and punched him on the shoulder with all her strength. He jerked back slightly, his arm reaching up to nurse the light ache.

“Thats for being an asshole.” Y/N said sternly. She reached up again, Peter flinching and closing his eyes only to be pleasantly surprised when Y/N was kissing him once more.

“What was that one for?” 

“Thats for being my asshole.”

Last night I saw Great Comet for the second time! I sat on the onstage banquettes and wanted to share some things I noticed now that I’m familiar with the show.

  • When Anatole kissed Natasha during The Ball, she raised her hand like she was going to slap him, but wrapped her arms around him instead.
  • Helene got really upset about Pierre’s imminent demise during The Duel. When she yelled HE WILL KILL YOU, STUPID HUSBAND, she sounded like she might cry.
  • At one point (I think during Letters?) Lucas Steele randomly held a ridiculously long note to raucous audience applause. When we stopped clapping he gestured for more, and he got it.
  • Anatole spends an awful lot of time looking at himself in the mirror
  • Sonya’s dialogue in Sunday Morning came off as her explaining to Natasha that she should be seeing a man.
  • THE LIGHTING IS SO AMAZING. From the banquettes you can see all the little lights that come on in the orchestra section and the mezzanine and it really adds a lot to the show.
  • Helene and Anatole were uncomfortably close. They kept caressing each other, Anatole whispered in Helene’s ear a few times, he kissed her on the cheek, and it was wonderfully disturbing.
  • There was a lot of physicality. Pierre really seemed like he was about to throttle Anatole and I for one was Afraid
  • Andrey angrily shoved Pierre when telling him not to speak of that again
  • I love Dave Malloy in the cast recording but his performance has evolved SO MUCH since 2013. He was incredible.

+ some onstage things

  • I was at the end of the aisle facing Bolkonsky and when he was talking about how people enjoy him during Private & Intimate Life a spotlight came on me and the end of my row and I just stared at him grinning like an idiot while he waved at me and I’m pretty sure he thought I was insane
  • Actors maintained really long and uncomfortably flirty eye contact with me which I hated but was also fun
  • I got another letter!
  • One of the ensemble members condescendingly explained a visual gag about playing someone’s tattoo like a cello to me (which I’m pretty sure is scripted?)
  • Anatole leaned into one of the rows in front of me to whisper into a woman’s ear and I really want to know what he said
Seventeen Reaction to: You Being Upset That Their Clothes Are Too Small For You

Hi^^ can i request a svt reaction where you want to be cute by wearing their clothes but theyre too small for you and you get really upset by it? Thank you if you do!!♥


S.Coups: Starts nervously sweating. Seeing you upset just crushes his soul. While giving you a bear hug, he promises that he’ll buy better clothes in the future, big enough to where you can both share.

“I already want to share my life with you. Why not clothes too? Everyone will be jealous of how cute we look! Let’s go shopping!”

Originally posted by wunwu

Jeonghan: Brings you close, lovingly stroking your head. “Why are you upset? That top was ugly anyway. I want my baby to wear only the nicest clothes! I’ll find you something nice, okay? And when I come back, I hope I see a smile on your pretty face ~”

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Joshua: Koala hugs you right away. “Why do you look so sad, babe? Is it because my hoodie doesn’t fit? It’s fine, don’t be upset! I’m sure I have more clothes that will fit.” Goes through his closet and pulls out his baggiest hoodie and is so extra when it fits you.

“OH MY GOD, YOU LOOK SO GOOD!! WOW!!”

Originally posted by jisooosgf

Jun: At the first sign of your sadness, he’s pulling the clothing item from your hands and saying “Oh, isn’t this the hoodie that shrunk in the wash? Let me find you a better one! What about the one I’m wearing now?” And damn well would give you the clothes off his back just to make you happy.

Originally posted by withjunhui

Hoshi: Tries his best to squeeze you into his sweater, until you hear a loud riiiiip. And this brings on your tears: “I - I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced it on. I knew I was too big anyway.”

Frantically wanting to stop your tears, he insists, “No, it was my fault!! I pulled too hard and - uh - you really do look cute in it. Better than me, even with that hole down the side.”

Originally posted by fyhoshi

Wonwoo: Doesn’t care that his jacket is too small on you, to the point where it won’t close and the sleeves squeeze your arms. “You look so cute!!” he coos. “The cutest thing I’ve ever seen!! You should wear my clothes more often!”

Originally posted by ftwonwoo

Woozi: ”What did you expect?” He’s blunt. Despite his age, he’s very small and “fairy-like.” The only ppl who could actually fit in his clothes would be children. So you getting upset is strange to him. But as he thinks it over, he starts to wonder if this makes you feel insecure.

“This is why they manufacture clothes in different sizes. If you want, we can go to the store and see if they have your size in this item?” This is his way of cheering you up while also being realistic about the situation.

Originally posted by wonuflake

DK: Finds it hilarious. “Look, the zip won’t even close!!” He doesn’t realize how harsh his words sound until your face drops even more. Then his laughter fades. “S - sorry, that didn’t come out how I meant.” He was laughing at how silly the jacket looked on you, not at you. Now he realizes his mistake, but it’s too late. “I wasn’t trying to be mean. You looked silly but in a cute way, that’s why I was laughing. I didn’t … I’m sorry.”

Originally posted by 12fools

Mingyu: Notices your forlorn look right away. “What are you thinking? You’re not thinking something stupid are you?” Afraid that you might be feeling insecure, he immediately takes you out on a date. “It’s such a lovely day anyway! Leave those ugly sweatpants alone and come to the park with me! We could get something to eat too, maybe?”

Originally posted by giantgyu

The8: ”Why are you sad?” Not everyone’s the same size, so you being upset is ridiculous to him. It isn’t unless you see it as a sign of being fat, that he’ll take the moment seriously. It’s not just you not fitting in some fabric, but your insecurities rising to the surface.

“Aah, stop being so upset! I’ve got other, nicer clothes you can wear! Let’s look through my wardrobe now ~” he offers, squeezing your cheeks affectionately.

Originally posted by wonnhao

Seungkwan: Has also struggled with feeling “too big.” So he recognizes that look on your face, since it’s one he was once familiar with. He panics and rips the shirt from your hand.

“Oh, you want to wear this? But it’s old and ugly, I outgrew it years ago! I should throw it out … Let’s go buy new clothes together! A matching couples shirt, does that sound good?”

Originally posted by lunarjun

Vernon: As the big brother to a sister, he knows right away what you’re thinking when your eyes well up and you sadly tug his jacket off, mumbling “It doesn’t fit …”

He opens his arms, bringing you close. “Why do you look so sad? This doesn’t mean you’re too fat - if anything, I’m just lanky.” He tries everything to convince you you’re not “fat” and show how he loves you regardless of whether you fit in his clothes or not.

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

Dino: Starts to buy baggier clothes, swearing that he needs a bigger size because he’s growing and becoming a man. But he says this since he doesn’t want to embarrass you by admitting it’s for you. He hated seeing you so upset over not fitting into his clothes. Now that you could fit, and looked so cute in his hoodies, he hopes to have made you happy.

Originally posted by 12fools

Frost  (Chapter Four)

Tony and Loki try to get closer. Thor and Tony talk about the hjartslattur bond. Loki has a break down.
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“Why do you call Thor ‘Our King’?” Tony asked as they headed back into the castle when it was finally too dark to continue gardening.

“What else would I call him?” Loki sent him an odd look. “That is his title, just like you are Sir Anthony, though I will admit to having a more difficult time with that one.”

“Yeah, no I think we all know Sir Anthony sounds stupid.” Tony agreed with a laugh and the tiniest smile creased Loki’s mouth. “I guess I mean, why don’t you call him brother? Or Thor?”

“He is not my brother.” Loki hated that the words sounded so bitter. “And I have no right to address him by his given name. Not only is he King, but he and I– he and I–” Loki cleared his throat. “Addressing him as ‘Our King’ is just prudent.”

“That’s fair.” Tony nodded. “Well, since I’m never going to refer to you as ‘Prince’, feel free to never call me Sir Anthony.”

“You never even refer to me as Loki, I certainly don’t expect you to address me as Prince.”

“Yeah, well Reindeer Games, you threw me out a window once. So you know.”

“I would ask your forgiveness for that.” Loki stopped halfway down the hall and grasped Tony’s wrist. “I am not sure if you are aware of all that preceded those events but–”

“God you guys talk like you’re out of Knights of the Round Table.” Tony rolled his eyes. “It’s fine. Thor has tried to explain it, it’s all very Norse Mythology and I can’t say I understand it but I do know you weren’t really acting under your own power or whatever, alright? No harm no foul.”

“Anthony.” Loki’s grip tightened and he stared down into deep brown eyes. “I would ask your forgiveness.”

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Problem Solved II

Originally posted by jisatsusakuru

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

Problem Solved II
[It seemed your little solution may have complicated your problem │Christian Yu │DPR Live]

◇ Problem Solved I 

You’ve really only made two promises to yourself your entire life. And you lived your life by these promises. No matter what. And as childish as it may seemed, you carried them in your heart.

Promise number one, you’d never give up on a dream.

Promise number two, Christian Yu was your best friend for life.

And right now, any chance of being clingy immediately jeopardizes promise number two. How were you going to not be clingy to your own best friend? Anything that you deemed normal, now seemed too much.

When you weren’t at work your days were filled, at his apartment, or his office. He was the first person you called in the morning, first person you called before bed

Pacing back and forth you groaned. Christian was right, your first time wasn’t all that bad. If anything it was…tiring. How did people do that on a regular? Sure it felt good. But so did sleep. You just kinda felt sticky and heavy. But there was a lot of it that was… You bit your lip thinking about how Christian’s lips, ghost against your body. A warm blush creeping on your lips. “No! No. It was just a favor. A favor between friends. Amigos. Homies.” you sighed. “Yup…friends…like fixing a spare tire.” you flopped onto your couch and groaned. “What the hell have I done….”

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