these two need to stop touching each other


A Richonne Ranking: 40 Moments
[23] Toothpaste – The Next World, 6x10

Now this, this is the show I want to watch: casual co-parenting in the apocalypse. The Next World is probably my favorite episode ever. It’s bookended by two perfect Richonne scenes, starting with this one, which serves to effectively reset the narrative after Carl’s near fatal gunshot wound. If you were anticipating dramatic aftermath, tough luck! We got ourselves some heavy domesticity instead! What a timely reminder to us all of how slight the shift will be when Richonne becomes official. In about… ooh, 40 minutes. Set your watches.

Michonne’s never been more relaxed onscreen than in this moment, robe-clad and grinning away as she rolls her head from Rick to Carl. (And just look at the way she watches Rick with Judith in the eighth gif.) Likewise, Rick is in embarrassing dad mode without a care in the world. We see two people who are exactly where they’re supposed to be. She even says to him, in some high-key flirting, “You be good out there.” The sweet little hand touch as they walk away reminds me of tennis doubles players between points; they don’t need to stop and check in with each other – they’re on the same page without words. And for one playful extra detail, as if to support my unnecessary tennis analogy, the ball gets passed back to Michonne just at the very last second. It’s in her court now.

  • Danai: The bonding of [almost losing Carl in No Way Out] and the fact they have a newly formed life now — it’s two months later, they get Carl back, and they’re able to rebuild Alexandria. Rick transformed as well. He’s able to take on all that Deanna used to say and that Michonne would encourage him to believe — to come to Alexandria and consider himself one of these people. He’s now much more hopeful and I think that’s something that appeals to Michonne as well. They’re in a place where they can actually allow their hearts to express themselves. Things are stable and better, they have a new lease on life.
  • Andy: It makes complete sense. It was that sort of domesticated, familial relaxation between old friends.
A list of quotes my band director has said

This martini isn’t dirty enough

We need a stronger bottom

Think of the ding dong, I need a lot of ding dong

Have your parents pick you up at 9:010

I want it tasty

Yeah I’m not liking the uterus either

I want you guys to learn beef

Judd: The band is only as good as the weakest link.
Anthony: Fuck we’re gonna lose

Don’t try not to lose time

How can I breathe without no air

I changed my mind, I’m not changing my mind

We got six on the bottom and five on top.

Play an A# instead of an B-flat

Try not to sound like a duck

You fracked your climactic one note of glory

Mikey, stop being pointy

Ziggy, stop hugging Malakai

You can’t frack and never return

If you’re not making Juddy proud, you’re wrong

Stop being an ice cream truck

The leaning tower of Luke Choi

You can all take a breath together after your ding dong

Add a curvy linear

Try not to have a bulge in the front

You need to have a strong d

You’re teasing me melodically

It’s getting a little tight in Darren land

The ding dong is being lost

Ziggy and Daniel are joining the ding dong

Your higher note on the ding dong has even more stress

The ding dong was well projected

I don’t hear enough of the dong

Now we know where we are at. THANK GOD

It needs to be the creepiest 3 blind mice you’ve ever heard

It’s just not big enough

Just grab me, it is destiny

Add weight, like my stomach

Finger the air

Jesus that sounds like cattle

We are not playing Frogger with our instruments

Yo, what’s with that gangster hat

We’re Swiss cheese in the clarinet block

There’s just too much body language, and I don’t appreciate it

If that amp was your mother, she would be proud

It sounds so much better when we don’t breathe

Even though I changed the music, I really haven’t changed the music

You need to have confidence on those bitches

Breathe through 8 counts without taking a breath

Are you a G?

Dylan, you’re an ass

You need to have laser eyes on Lexi

We have to be more smart at rehearsal

I’m a Facebook like Nazi

Dylan, sound like Mickey Mouse


Will’s on fire, somebody put him out

Is there a way to pause without pausing it

I’m literally turning into a parrot

I want Kaitlin on top and everyone else under her

More trumpets, more sex

Hey there J-dog(Justin)

This is Amish paradise


You need to listen for Lexi’s cut-off

Stop yabbadabbading

You’re not good

French horns, don’t put your hand in the bell

I’m hearing wrong fingers

Turn on a new hat

Finger with me

Play it as written, nice and long

Please stop touching each other

You’re the Toungey McToungerson I’ve been hearing the whole time

Just pull it out

You’re not matching the windses dynamics

There’s 2 counts of horse

The best way to spread Christmas cheer is, oh look at that, lunch detention! Congratulations Nikko, Donovan, and Nathan!

Oooo, that was a big one

A bunch of you guys need to be the icing on the cake

*plays invisible banjo passionately*


Here’s my time for glory

Imagine you’re in an algebra class, taking a test on trigonometry

Sing your finger one two ready go

I just wanna touch it

*stops band* Jesus, guys

Start at number C

You can play those notes more fuller

You sound like an elementary band learning how to play mallets for the first time

Oh Jesus

Never blink

Jesus, try again

I changed my mind, I haven’t changed my mind

It did got better

Lower my thing

You’re talking into the horn

Play the ding bum

I know you wanna shake it

Hey guys can we get rid of that chair? No chair left behind

Pull out more, more than the D would normally take

We learned how to use our tongues today. You do 16th notes until you are happy

The good ol’ sleight of glove


Take Nikko’s stick and hit it right on the downbeat

I have a guide to fingering and tonguing

That’s enough men for 2 months

Mrs. Mocha and myself might get a little excited

We can’t waste any time (plays G minor as a round twice)

You are a ninja

No girly birds!!!!!!!!

Shake this as you’re doing the wawa

I don’t hear no wawawa

Thunder where are you

Get your life together!

Jacob, you’re nothing

Be smart

I have other beaters in my office


You come when it’s time

There’s a lot of ding dongs, I feel like hostess

F all

Speak now or forever hold your run through

Play good

I’m honking my horn, get out of my way

Blend to the beef

Someone strike a D


The hunchback of Notre Justin

Don’t think of a snare, think of an instrument

Oh hello! What’s for dinner? COMPOUND TIME

I feel like I should rent a babysitter and put you in a play pen

Get better

We’re not in a smoking club here saying *cough cough cough* I’ve been doing this for 20 years, like there are like 5 band kids that need cough drops

Right now, you’re playing like a drunken sailor ballerina

*sings* be dahh boo dahhh DINNER TIME

It’s hard for Ryan because he has the runs

It sounds emotional, but it’s the wrong emotion

CUT, wow that’s a mess

Margaret you sound like the recorder version of Titanic on YouTube

You want candy, I want notes

Make it more shapey

FLINGER FLINGER FLINGER. I say FLINGER because it’s not quite there. It’s like you’re playing with octopus hands. Tentacles

This is the sound of not music

We are under the sea

Put your hand on your finger

How to tame your dragon

Right now, you’re a nike check mark

I feel like I’m feeding bread to a duck

We have a lot of articulation problems in the goat heard


It’s so bad, I feel like I’m on American Airline

Sound like a butterfly. FLY AWAY TUCKER, FLY AWAY

We’re not going to the zoo trombones, no butterflies today

Ba be ba da FORTSZANDO Ba be ba da AAHHH

WOAH! Wait that wasn’t Kaitlin, liar

Oh so you do have it on your stand. Hm. Two liars today *squinches eyes*


I want to hear a C, not an AAAAAAAA

Your guys’ bad phrasing gave him a bloody nose

Stop looking at me with your glossed over eyes

Why not, HA you thought

Here comes the Dylan!

Ding dong ding dong, don’t be a ding dong

I don’t want to expose everyone right now, but it has to be done


I guess I don’t yell enough

There’s limited times when we do that, like the McRib

It sounds like you’re in the bathroom

Don’t look like the hunchback of Notre Clarinet

This is like a daycare or something

It sounds like dinner time

Guys it sounds dorky

*turns to clarinets* bitch

I’ve always wanted to adopt Tucker

Light beer is like pee

Wow Hector, you’re like Jenni Craig

I was a lethal weapon

You have a secret affection for your clarinet

Figure out your life

It makes us sound like the asthma band

Saudade (Part 2)

pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi
✥ genre: angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au)
✥ word count: 3.863
✥ warnings: none
✥ author’s note: 

Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3                                 

Saudade;                                                                                                           ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost


You coughed, surprising yourself. A burning sensation started to travel up from your abdomen to your throat.  You started to cough so hard you felt like throwing up.

A wave of pain suddenly washed over you; it was exquisite and debilitating. For you, it was the worst burning sensation you had ever felt. Your throat gurgled as you struggled to breathe, spitting blood. Your body was shaking. Slowly breathing hard, your hand shot to your side, clutching it as an electric shock from the pit of your stomach ran throughout your body, and then caught fire. The pain was merciless without escape. You fell to your knees, hands stretched out in front of you on the ground for support.

You felt something caught in your throat. Then, you sputtered out something – something dry.

There, you saw it.

Your eyes went wide and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You scooped it up in your hands, fighting the urge to cry.  

In your palm lay a familiar cluster of rose petals.

With a burst of anger, you threw away the petals, now littering the washroom floor. Biting back tears, you slumped your head against the cabinet in defeat. You watched the petals splay across the floor with an unwavering gaze as their fiery red orb of light slowly sank into threads of light, dyeing the petals first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the petals were a chalky mauve.

Coughing out flowers sounded like a curse out of a fairy-tale – one that could never and would never exist in the real world. It was too beautiful, too unearthly to be true. However, when you first started coughing out tiny rose petals, you found out that you were cursed with the Hanahaki disease.

The disease started when you met Jungkook. The two of you were five-year-olds, innocent as day. Jungkook moved next door and he had reluctantly joined your tea party and a friendship slowly blossomed between the two of you. You had not have begun to cough flowers just yet. The two of you were far too young to experience any form of puppy love.

The first time you coughed out rose petals, the two of you were ten. Sitting near the edge of a lake, Jungkook had opened up to you and as his best friend, you listened. He told you about his crush on another girl in your class. When he first mentioned her name and how much he had a crush on her, your chest tightened, and your throat felt as if something was clogging it up. You gasped for air, and Jungkook thumped your back and a handful of rose petals fell onto your lap.

Screams erupted from both your lips and Jungkook practically carried you all the way back, even though you resisted his offer. Jungkook went home that night, thinking that you had accidentally eaten some flowers as a joke and everything was normal again. It was that night when your mother explained the Hanahaki disease to you for the first time.

It was said that a witch once cursed the entire women of a village for loving the village head – someone who wasn’t their soulmate. Although finding your soulmate was, and still is a rarity, the witch cursed them with the Hanahaki disease. The flower that grew within you would be different for each person – it would reflect the splashes of colors you had painted for their soulmate to see.

Your mother had explained how she too, used to cough out flowers when she was a little girl because she was in love with your father but he never reciprocated her feelings until later. It was a fatal disease, for the growing flowers would eventually clog up your respiratory system. The disease could only be removed if one undergoes an operation to remove the flowers, along with their feelings.

Jungkook’s crush with that girl in his class didn’t last very long, and thankfully, the flower petals stopped for a period of time. However, flash forward to your second year in high school, things were different now with you and Jungkook. Sure, the two of you were best friends, and the two of you spoke and hung out together a lot; but the only thing that was different was your love for Jungkook and Jungkook’s love for someone else.

It was like history repeated itself when he had told you that he planned to ask out your sister. He’s always fancied her, you’ve just been in denial for the entire time.

You sat under the sunset, reading a book when he first told you.

“Y/N, I’m going to ask Hyojin out,” he had mentioned out of the blue. Your chest tightened, the same way it did when you were ten. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look like your –“

“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on my water when I laid down,” you lied, clutching your chest and covering your mouth to prevent yourself from coughing out any more petals.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”

You thumped your chest and the tightening feeling disappeared for a while. “Just go straight up to her and tell her,” you said. “Look she’s right there,” you pointed out to your sister, who was much prettier, perfect and definitely much more of Jungkook’s type than you ever were.

With a small smile, he ruffled your hair. “You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for,” were his last words to you before Hyojin accepted his confession.

That night, you tossed and turned in your sleep, until you gave up. It was three AM, you sat on your bed, coughing out petal after petal, tears streaming down your face as you clutched your chest. The endless stream of petals seemed as if it would never stop, likewise with your tears as one single word ran through your mind. Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook. How ironic was it that he was as beautiful as the flowers you were coughing out?

You shut your eyes, trying to compose yourself before you were forced to go outside once again. On your knees, you and gathered the petals and dropped them into the toilet, flushing them away. You stared at the bowl as the petals swirled through the water, whirled away from you.

You stood up, gripping the side of the vanity. The pain had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at your stomach. You felt slightly nauseous, just enough to make you hold onto the table for support and breath slow. You’ve often prized yourself in ignoring the pain and just rocking on regardless, but that just wasn’t possible right now. It owned you, dominated every thought, and controlled your every action.

You stared into the mirror in front of you. Your hair was sticking to the sides of your face as a thin sheet of perspiration glistened on your neck and forehead. Your cheeks were flushed and the tip of your nose was pink from crying. Dried up tears were streaked across your face, glistening under the fluorescent lighting. There was something solemn swimming in your eyes. Their stunning, deep brown held a truth that your face could not hide. The despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken. You looked away; you couldn’t bear it. A lone tear rolled down your cheek.

And so, the world turned into a blur along with all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. You paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside of you but you couldn’t. Another tear traced down your cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. Your chin trembled as if you were a small child. You breathed heavier than you ever had before.

You heard the door creak open, the sound of footsteps coming to halt.

“Oh shit,” you heard a panicked voice curse from the doorway.

Your heart missed a beat.

“Sorry, the door was unlocked…” his voice trailed off the moment his eyes landed on you.

Through the mirror in front of you, you saw him.

“I-I was j-just leaving.”

Immediately, your hand flew to your face, wiping away your tears. You quickly removed the strands of hair sticking to the side of your face. You didn’t wait for a response as you tried to leave the washroom – you were beyond mortified.

You felt a hand firmly grasp your arm, halting you from moving any further. a soft whimper left your mouth as you desperately tried to wriggle out of his grasp. you tried your hardest not to look at him. you didn’t know what would happen if you did.

Jungkook,” you choked out as you wilted under the heat of his stare. Your eyes trailed up to meet his. The two of you were standing in the washroom, staring at each other. Your stomach filled with a sense of fear and excitement. Time seemed to stop as those eyes met your own.

His touch was as gentle as silence but was still firm, unwilling to let go of you. You brought your head down to look at his chest instead.

“Jungkook, l-let go of me,” you repeated, your voice came out as a whimper. The familiar scent of his cologne infiltrated your nose and invaded your senses. You needed to get out. Now.

When Jungkook spoke, his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy – similar to when you two were on the rooftop a few months ago.  

“Y/N,” Jungkook paused, it was the first time in months you had heard his voice say your name. “I-I’m sorry,” his voice was as light as a whisper but heavy with emotion.  

You tilted your head to look at him. Your eyes landed on his jaw and trailed up his cheeks to meet his eyes. His eyes were heavy with unshed tears.

“For what?” you felt your stomach as it clenched and unclenched, You were worried that the petals would come straight back up.

“For everything,” his voice cracked, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Just like that, your brain powered down, unable to process what was happening. A thousand different thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he let out a tiny exhalation, as though saying the words gave him relief. “I’m sorry I left you like that, for what I said to you,” he took in a breath, “ever since that night, I’ve physically felt your absence.” His voice got softer, “missing you is the hardest part of my day.”

You couldn’t speak, it felt like you were swimming through a fog.

“Then why did you leave?” the back of your eyes burned with tears.

“I—I, I was confused. I didn’t understand what I was doing,” he shook his head.

Confused?” you pressed. A swinging, seasick feeling took over your head, “you were my best friend.”

“I know,” again he looked troubled, as though trying to recall the meaning of the words. “I–,” he opened his mouth to apologize again when you stopped him.

“Don’t,” you couldn’t stop your voice from rising. The anger was vibrating, ripping through you like a live current. “Don’t say it because I know you don’t mean it,” your vision got blurry. “I loved you. You were my one thing. My—,” the sickness surged up and you took a step forward, clenching your fists, blinded with rage. “Why did you have to take the one thing that made me happy? Why did you take it? Why do you always take everything?” you felt hot tears rolling down your face. “Did you even miss me?”

Jungkook’s mouth opened, but for a reason unknown to you, he closed it. You waited for an answer, but you were met with silence.

You scoffed, “I knew it.”

“Y/N –,” his eyes flashed with guilt.

You wriggled yourself out of his grasp and pulled yourself away from him. “Why do I even waste my time,” you said under your breath as you tried to push past him once again.

“No,Y/N!” Jungkook grabbed you by your shoulders, “I missed you every single hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me,” his voice was strained by the time he finished talking.    

You saw how he was staring at you. You couldn’t bear to see the way he was looking at you. His eyes bore into yours and became glazed with a glossy layer of tears. As he blinked, they dripped from his eyelids and slid down his cheeks. Jungkook bit his lip tightly in an attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from his mouth – your heart sank. You swallowed hard and looked away, hating the weakness of your spirit. You were more than this. You were stronger than this. But damn it, this hurt.

It hurt because he was the man responsible for making you burn. For making you feel like a woman. It hurt because it had been a trick. An illusion. And it hurt most of all because he did not see you the way you saw him.

“Y/N, please. Just listen to me,” Jungkook pled, “Don’t walk away from me,” tears had poured from his eyes. It was from pure pain and surrender.

Your eyes enthralled on him. His eyes were like crisp toffee drizzled in melted chocolate and framed with darling lashes. A blade nose and burrowed cheekbones, his appearance only to die for. You couldn’t help to notice leathery black strands flopping over his face which to your distaste was veiling some of his enticing features. So perfect, yet so frustrating that you could bear no social contact with that sensuous man. Damnit.

Jungkook did not belong to you, he belonged to your sister – Hyojin. She loved him, and you loved your sister. But you also loved Jungkook. You couldn’t break your sister’s heart, even if it meant breaking yours

“I’m good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject,” you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you said it. You immediately regretted your words as soon as you thought of them, but you had no other choice.

You felt his hands drop from your shoulders in shock. Without sparing him another glance, you raced out of the room.

Your muffled sobs went unheard as you entered the living room. Immediately, you were hit with a suffocating wave of humidity. The air stunk with sweat and alcohol. Music blasted from the speakers and bounced off the walls of the house at a deafening volume. You could hear everyone screaming with joy and could feel their feet disturbing the ground around you. Without looking, their smiles extended towards you, attempting to rope you into one of their conversations. You saw people dancing – their bodies moved together as they celebrated, rhythmically breaking into shapes and colors that you were resentful of. You saw your sister, Hyojin, catch your gaze and attempted to pull you towards her group of friends. You simply looked away and headed towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was closed off and separated from the living room to which you were immensely grateful for. Along with you, there were a couple of people in a circle off to the side of the room, happily chatting amongst their selves.  You walked to the counter and spotted a jug full of what you assumed to be water and poured some for yourself. You were never a fan of parties, especially not your sister’s and his first anniversary.  

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” you heard a light voice come from behind you.

Scared, you dropped the cup and splashed the contents of your beverage all over the kitchen counter and onto your dress.

Shit, you swore under your breath as you vigorously tried to rub off the liquid from your clothes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man step toward you. His hand was stretched out to stop yours from moving. You turned to look at the man that caused you to ruin your dress and for a moment, you stopped breathing.

His hair was black as the wintry night; eyes as deeply dark as were the desert skies. His beauty was as fervent as a fiery moon.

“Oh, did I scare you?” you heard him say with a small smile. “Ah, don’t worry about your dress. Vodka doesn’t stain.”


He nodded. The man offered you a comforting smile as he leaned against the wall. “Mostly vodka, there’s a whole lot of other shit in there.”

You laughed and immediately regretted it as you felt your head begin to hurt. You pressed your hand against your temple, feeling it pound under your fingertips.

“Normally people get head splitting migraines after they get drunk,” he playfully teased you. You lightly hit his arm.

“Do you want some water?” he asked you. You nodded your head before you clutched your eyes together. The pain was getting worse.

He walked to the back of the kitchen, bringing back a bottle for you. “Here,” he gave you a plastic water bottle. Grateful, you muttered a rushed thank you and immediately gulped down the clear liquid. You hadn’t realized how parched your throat was until that moment.

“Whoa there, slow down. You’re going to ch—“

You coughed out some water as you choked on it. A warm hand patted your back as you gripped onto the edge of the sink in front of you.

“Today just isn’t my day,” you awkwardly laughed.

You turned around to face the man once again. His eyes were as dark as ebony, looking straight at you with a hint of curiosity. He reminded you of the night – he was as fair as a star when only one was shining in the sky.

His eyes smiled as he stretched out his hand towards your own, “Min Yoongi.” You were slightly taken aback at the sudden introduction, but slowly, you returned the handshake, feeling his soft hands carefully grasp your own and shake it. You told him your name and you heard him hum in acknowledgment.

The man’s eyes slowly crinkled at the corners, his lips twisting from the side. His eyes formed into small crescents, similar to Jungkook – the ones you fell in love with.

Your chest began to constrict and you felt yourself about to cough at the mere thought of Jungkook. Hastily, you reached for the water bottle again and drank from it, trying to suppress your urge to throw up right there and then. You looked back to see a concerned expression on the man’s face.

You offered him a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry you had to witness all of that. I’m normally not like this. On regular nights, I can drink water without choking on it,”

He kept looking at you, his face grew serious, “what makes tonight any different?”

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before you made any motion to respond. You mentally debated if you should tell him about Jungkook. You hadn’t talked - couldn’t talk to anyone about this particular matter and Yoongi looked genuinely interested in what you had to say. You heaved a sigh and turned to look at him. “Tonight, I lost my best friend because I was stupid enough to fall in love with him,” the reality of the situation hit you after you admitted it out loud.

Yoongi made no comment. Instead, he leaned in, resting his arm on the counter top. His eyes flashed with concern as he waited for you to continue.

With an intake of breath, you poured your heart out to a complete stranger.

“For months now, a - a stone has been sitting on my heart. I’ve shed a lot of tears over him, lost a lot of sleep, and eaten a lot of cake batter. But now, after tonight, I have to move on. Life is going to be hell if I don’t shake loose from the grip he has on my heart. Even if he feels like the one. Even if I’ve always thought we’d end up together. Even if he still has a choke chain on my heart. But I can’t,” you looked at him, “Yoongi, I can’t shake him loose from the grip he has on me. I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.”

His eyes showed you the kind of gentle concern your mother used to show you. He laid his hand lightly on your shoulder, and instead of flinching like you thought you would, you were soothed by it. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words. It felt as if you were wrapped in a blanket of his caring.

“I don’t think anyone can give you advice when you’ve got a broken heart. But, think of it this way: you can’t have heartbreak without love,“ he pointed out. “If your heart was really broken, then at least you know you really loved him.”

You took a minute to let his words sink in. Yoongi kept his hand on your shoulder, now sliding down to hold your arm, squeezing it slightly. You couldn’t help but ask him a question that’s been eating at you ever since you were left alone on the rooftop.

“Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?’

“Always,” he said. You could see the silver of pain hidden deep inside his starry eyes.


He looked at you intently, from what seemed behind the veil of a grave experience. Then slowly, he said something that sent chills down your spine.

Y/N, the heart was made to be broken.”

Protecting Us

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Mafia au, angst, slight smut at the end

Warnings: Strong powerthankyou language

Word Count: 1.8k

“Stay here” Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to open the car door when he turned to you. “I know you can take care of yourself but if something happens to you I won’t be able to get through it, ok? So please don’t do anything stupid” He sounded loving. He cared about you, and you knew that.

Anyone would say he was cold and hateful, a killer. But what they didn’t know is that he wasn’t like that on the inside. Obviously, you will let them believe that, as being cold hearted was his job, but still. He was the most loving person you have ever met. He was there when you were down, even if your problems were stupid, he never judge you. He wasn’t like that at all.

“Yoongi, I work from this too” You said, trying to calm him down. You have killed just as much people as he had, that’s how you met each other.

Many people would think you were the bad ones, when there is actually not a good or bad side. The government was fucked up and Yoongi and you worked for the people trying to stop this shit. You were the “good” ones, at least until you talked with one of the guys on the other side, and then the story iwas completely different.

“I know, I know, babe.” He shuffled his hair as his eyes went to the floor and up to you again. “Just promise me you won’t risk your life, ok?” Yoongi seemed really serious right now, and, if you had to be honest, that scared you.

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The Flyler/Sanvers Glaad

- Chyler in a suit. Ok. So Chyler can do dress, can do jeans, can do suit, can do streetwear, can do sportwear, can do glasses, can do beanie, can act, can sing, is a friend, is a girlfriend, is a mom, is a wife, is protective, is generous, is invested, is funny, is beautiful…. She is not Human, She is GOD.

Speaking of God, let’s talk about God’s Angel: Floriana.

- Floriana, simple is easy : She went to the Glaad without rings, necklace, earings, purse, phone… Just her, in a blue dress and a pair of high heels,and she is just beautiful. WHAT KIND OF MAGIC IS THAT?

Then :

- How many tattoos does Chyler have?

- Chalet Leah? Ok, so it was April 1 but still: Why Chyler’s name is so hard to spell, write or pronounce? I mean come on !

- Floriana is so shy, she is the cutenest.

- Flo’s hands, tongue, arms, smile, eyes.

- Chyler touching Flo’s arms, dress’s belt… well in fact Chyler couldn’t stop touching Her Lovely Date Floriana.

- The way they look at each other.

- “For us, to be in a relationship…” this line is Gold.

- They are really protective and proud about being Alex and Maggie. They really want Sanvers to be as real as possible.

- Sanvers didn’t win, but to be honest, I’m glad that Malec won. Because well, the two actors are doing a great work, but also because the representation of m/m relationships on tv shows is so poor. M/M relations need to be shown, they exist, they are real.

- The What The Fuck Fact: Chyler and Floriana represented Supergirl last night and of course Sanvers. But, we can all notice that the entire cast and production were radio silence about it (no tweet, no word, nothing). Is there a true honest explanation? or they just don’t care?

- Chyler and Floriana: are natural, gorgeous, real and they care.

Oh and I almost forgot: Floriana Lima’s got a special bodyguard: Leigh. Chyler Leigh.

Two Weeks

“Two weeks?” Jack blinked over at his brother.

“Two weeks.” Conor nodded, his eyes darting between the two sat across from him, “Think you can handle it?”

“You make it seem like we can’t live without each other,” Joe responded, crossing his arms.

“You two are sat so close together you’re practically in each other’s laps.” Josh casually pointed out, smirking as Joe and Jack blushed and inched away from each other.

“Two weeks. No touching.” Conor repeated, “If you can manage it, all of us will do one thing each for the both of you. Anything you ask.”

“It shouldn’t be difficult,” Jack said, turning his head to look over at Joe, who shrugged in response.

“I think we can manage it easily.”

“Yeah,” Josh scoffed, “I think you’ll make it a day.”

“Oh shut up.” Jack said, throwing a pillow at his former roommate.

The boys had all decided to challenge Joe and Jack to absolutely no touching for two weeks.

Not that either thought they touched each other that much, but their friends claimed they were the most touchy feely best friends they’d ever met.

Joe had always brushed off the comments, because he just felt comfortable around Jack, that was all. And Jack was just a naturally touchy person, so he didn’t think anything different of it, even though when he did stop and think about it, he touched Joe more than anyone in their group. But it was all innocent little touches. A hand to the knee to get his attention, grabbing Joe’s hand to lead him somewhere, or leaning close together while watching a movie, because Joe tended to get tired and apparently Jack was comfy.

That was all.

Purely innocent.

And so both figured two weeks of no touching should be easy. Simple. They’d win no problem.

Three days in and Jack was regretting agreeing to the challenge.

It wasn’t until now that he realized just how much he had grown used to having physical contact with Joe.

There were many times where he had to catch himself before his hand landed on Joe. Like earlier that night while they were sitting together watching a YouTube video, Jack’s arm slung across the back of the couch, and Joe’s body had naturally moved closer, so Jack’s fingers were close to brushing through the soft locks, something he knew helped Joe relax, but then Jack saw Caspar watching him closely, a little smirk on his face.

Jack quickly removed his arm, and sat on both of his hands.

Maybe this challenge would be more difficult than he thought.

Or maybe he just needed to be more aware of his limbs.

A couple days after that, Joe began to realize how much he was struggling.

He couldn’t even be on the same side of the room as Jack, because his body seemed naturally drawn to the other man.

He also hadn’t noticed how much he relied on Jack’s touches to relax him, meaning Joe was constantly fidgeting; his knee would bounce, his fingers tapping against his knee, or he’d constantly shift in his position to get comfortable.

All the while, he would feel Jack’s eyes on him, that small frown surely on the younger man’s face, because he knew he could stop the fidgeting that everyone was getting annoyed with. But both Jack and Joe were determined to prove that they were able to go without touching for two weeks. They could do it.

Surely they could.

A week into the challenge, Joe and Jack decided that they needed to stop hanging out. At least alone.

Because there were a few close calls when it was just the two of them, and while they knew they probably could have gotten away with it, since there was no one to witness it, they were both stubborn in completing the challenge properly.

And so, they stopped hanging out alone. And if they could avoid being around each other at all, even better. Although neither really liked that option, because they were still best friends and wanted to see each other.

Joe felt like he had lost a part of him, not being able to be how he usually was with Jack. It felt odd to see Jack on the other side of the room, or glance at him from a completely different room, when normally they were always side by side.

Jack was feeling the absence just as strong, trying to busy himself with other activities to distract himself from the weird empty feeling of not having Joe around.

The challenge was opening both of their eyes to something they hadn’t expected to find.

Perhaps this was the boys plans all along.

When the two weeks were nearly up, Joe was very much ready to throw the challenge out the window.

He didn’t think he’d slept properly since the challenge started, tossing and turning in bed as he tried to force his body to relax. It felt constantly on edge, leaving his mind exhausted, but at night unable to sleep. The conscious effort to not touch Jack was wearing down on him heavily, and his muddled mind was greatly confused.

Because it shouldn’t be this difficult to go such a short time with not touching your best friend.

Jack on the other hand, while also feeling the effects of the challenge, had come to a realization just past the halfway point. And that realization had actually made it a little easier to avoid Joe, because he wasn’t entirely sure how the other man would react.

But Jack’s tired mind finally revealed why he touched Joe so much, more than what best friends should do.

And although he hadn’t told anyone yet, Conor had that smug look on his face, meaning he knew what Jack had come to accept. And Jack really hated that his older brother knew how to read him so bloody well.

“Only one more day, boys!” Josh announced as they were all hanging out one night outside at Joe’s.

Joe and Jack were sat on opposite sides of the couch, as to avoid losing the challenge, although Joe was ready to curl up against Jack’s side so his body would finally relax for once.

“And you thought we wouldn’t make it,” Jack said, running a hand through his hair as he glanced over at Joe. He wanted to pull Joe close as well, although for entirely different reasons than before.

“Nope,” Josh shook his head, “Honestly didn’t think you’d make it this long.”

“You two haven’t been cheating, have you?” Caspar asked, studying each in turn.

“No.” Joe sighed, “We haven’t laid a single finger on each other since you idiots issued this stupid challenge.”

“Thought it would be easy?” Conor smirked, sending Jack a silent look who rolled his eyes in response. Just one more day to get through.

“It has been!” Joe protested, although it sounded weak to everyone’s ears.

“Mate, you haven’t stopped moving since last week.” Oli casually pointed out, nodding towards Joe’s bouncing knee.

“I’m fine.” Joe snapped, forcing his knee to stop. One more day.

Jack decided he couldn’t handle watching Joe fidget any longer, not when he knew what could help, and so he pushed himself off of the couch, announcing he needed another drink before slipping inside.

He was stood at the worktop, hands braced against the counter as he tried to think of anything but touching Joe when he heard a warm and familiar voice wash over him.

“You okay?”

Turning around, Jack smiled over at Joe, who’s blue eyes were shining with worry.

“I’m fine. Just had to get away from them for a moment.”

“I get that,” Joe nodded, his eyes locked on to Jack’s.

“How’re you doing?” The younger man asked softly, noticing the way Joe twisted the hem of his shirt around and around his finger.

“M’fine. We probably touched each other too much for best friends anyways,” Joe answered, a nervous chuckle following his words.

Had he realized what Jack had?

“Yeah, probably.”

The two stared at each other for a moment, the sound of their friends laughter filtering in from outside.

“Jack…” Joe started, a new emotion flashing through his eyes as he worried at his bottom lip.


“Are we….do we….I mean….”

“You gotta use your words, Joe.” Jack smiled gently over at the nervous man.

Yup, Joe had the same realization as him. But now one of them needed the courage to do something about it.

“Did you ever think about why we always have so much physical contact?” Joe finally blurted out, his body still for the first time in almost two weeks.

“I did,” Jack nodded, stepping closer, “But then about a week ago I figured it out.”

“You did?”

“Mhm,” Jack’s fingers hovered around Joe’s, only a hair’s width of distance between them, “Have you figured it out yet?”

“I think so…”

“Do you want to wait until tomorrow?”

“No.” Joe breathed out before his one hand moved to the back of Jack’s neck, pulling him down into a long overdue kiss.

Jack’s arm wound around Joe’s waist, their bodies flush together, both relaxing instantly at the familiar touch as their fingers laced together at their side.

“Fucking finally!” Conor’s exclamation caused the two to break apart, even as their hands remained joined together, neither wanting to let each other go now that they’d finally been reunited.

“I’m actually surprised it took this long,” Oli said, shaking his head, “I figured they’d give up within the first week.”

“We should have done this ages ago.” Caspar commented as he headed for the fridge.

“I’m impressed,” Josh said to Conor, “Didn’t think they’d make it almost the two weeks.”

“I thought two weeks was going to be too much for them,” The older Maynard replied, “And that they’d give up a lot sooner and just get together.”

“Wait,” Joe shook his head, “What?”

“They planned this,” Jack laughed, “They knew how we felt before we did.”

“You knew?” Joe looked over at Jack.

“No, I figured it out a couple days ago though. Because Conor was giving me smug looks.”

“Because you finally figured out what we all knew!” Conor said to his brother, “And I knew it was only a matter of time before you caved and did something.”

“But I wasn’t the one to break it!” Jack protested, “Joe did!”

“You initiated it!” Joe fired back.

“I did no such thing!”


“Oh my god!” Caspar called out, slamming his water bottle down on the counter, “Shut up! You both lost, that’s the point! We knew you couldn’t go two weeks without bloody touching!”

“Did they lose though?” Oli chuckled, nodding towards the new couple who were talking softly, standing very close together.

“I think we’re the ones that lost,” Josh rolled his eyes, spinning on his heel and heading back outside.

“Oh well,” Conor shrugged, following after the taller man, “At least we don’t have to watch them send each other pathetic looks now.”

“Thank god for that,” Oli muttered, him and Caspar heading outside as well, leaving Joe and Jack to make up for the lack of touching from the past two weeks.

jimingotmelike  asked:


okay but Jungkook leaned in a bit too????? there are so many things I’m confused about

  • Jungkoook said there was no one in the room to help him with the wifi connection so there’s no one who could’ve opened the door when Jimin came so did he have the key? Why? How? He literally broke in the second time and fell while running down the hall
  • Jungkook said there was no way Jimin could’ve heard him because his room was on the other side of the hall. How did he know? Had he already been to Jimins room? Definitely
  • The look Jimin gave Jk when he was talking about that one time he roomed with Tae in Mexico? And how Jungkook wasn’t even listening to him because his chest was too distracting?
  • How Jk was so visibly disappointed that Jimin wasn’t coming back to his room but when Tae entered he was suddenly so annoyed?
  • The thing Jimin does when he talks to Jk and his voice is really soft?
  • The way Jk just froze when Jimin touched his hair??????
Dreams - Dean Wincester x Reader

Title: Dreams 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,634

Warnings: None

Prompt: I have a request,so maybe dean and the reader fell in love in high school or some point and then dean had to leave, but they made love the night before he left. He comes back to the town however many years later you want it and he sees the reader with a little boy and he’s distraught because he wanted that with her when the little boy turns dean just knows it’s his little boy because nobody could mistake those candy apple green eyes, im sorry for being so specific, and please choose the ending.

Dean had never forgotten about this town. From the moment he drove into town with the Impala, from the moment his eyes casted on the welcome sign, he felt his heart leap up to his throat. Even if his mind forgot about the name and about all of it he knew that his heart wouldn’t let him. He knew that his feelings were always going to be there and come heaven or hell there would be something to remind him of this town, even if all of his memories were wiped out.

But now they weren’t. He had all of his memories and he wished he would never let go of them. They were the only ones that kept him going in his darkest moments.

What do you mean you have to go?” the hurt in your voice and the way you pulled your hands from his shattered his heart in ways he never thought it was possible.

I-” he ran a hand through his hair “My dad said that today is- was our last day here. He got done with the case and we-we leave. First thing in the morning.” he swallowed thickly, holding back his own tears. He feared that this moment was coming, he knew it would inevitably, but he liked to pretend he had forever with you- or at least the rest of his life. That maybe by some miracle, that he didn’t believe in but you did, he would end up staying and his father would have no objection at it.

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Jess Mariano is NOT Luke. Logan Huntzberger is NOT Christopher. Rory is not her mother.

I’m getting so sick of people saying that the revival proved that Jess is Rory’s soulmate and her one true love. The “Jess fans” say that he had the most in common with Rory because they both read a lot… 

However, Jess Mariano had emotional baggage which is understandable but Jess never talked to Rory about  it. When he left he ran into Rory on the bus and never said anything.. 

Also, when they had that phone call Rory said that she “THINKS I MAY have loveD you…” and Jess doesn’t say anything. Rory never says I love you to Jess and the only time she comes close it’s a vague reference about maybe having loved him but it was past tense. 

Then when Jess returns and is miraculously ready to work with Rory on their relationship… she shuts Jess down.

Logan has also read the books Rory read, and even shares the love of journalism with Rory which I think does not come from being the heir to a newspaper empire but a real love and interest for journalism like Rory he also has a talent for it even Doyle says so in one episode. So Jess is not the only other person in Rory’s life that is an avid reader and is on the same intellectual level as Rory and shares interests that require hard work, natural talent, and critical thinking. And Jess isn’t the only guy that understands Rory’s popular culture references or challenges her in a way that gets her out of her safe bubble to have fun.

But the big difference between Jess and Logan is that Logan did not go running away when things turned serious. Logan supported Rory in all of her endeavors even if they would be mistakes like quitting Yale and joining the DAR. Logan was not afraid to own his mistakes and do everything he could to show Rory that he was truly sorry and when Rory needed him by her side in emergencies he was there and Rory was there by his when she needed him. And here’s a big difference I’d like to point out when it came to Jess and Logan and how they approached the issue of sex for the first time…

And Rory’s first time with Logan…

So please stop telling me that Jess is Rory’s intellectual match, he is her one true love, her perfect soulmate, and the person who knows Rory the best out of everyone in her life. 

When we pick up with Rory and Jess in the revival, the two have not seen each other in four or maybe more years. The two are not in touch anymore and if you bring up that he knew that her life was in a mess and something was deeply wrong… well, that had nothing to do with Jess knowing Rory but more to do with making a very obvious observation like saying, “water is wet,” and Jess is one in a long line of people to observe this about Rory in the revival. Now some would argue that he set her on the path to correcting her problem by telling her what to write her book about and yes, it did help but when Rory tells Lorelai all about the book and they get into a huge fight which causes them not to speak to each other which upsets and hurts Rory, who fixes that problem or more importantly who does Rory want to help with that problem because she’s in need of someone who will make her feel better so she calls the only one that can help her… Logan. 

And the last thing to deal with is that long and lingering look at the end of Jess’ final revival scene. There a chance that could be an “I’ll always love Rory Gilmore, no one will ever be better, I was stupid to let her get away, and if I had a second chance I’d spend the rest of my life with her.” Of course, since Jess turned out to be arguably the character that has the best development since we last saw him and he’s now a stable, mature, well rounded, got his shit together guy that has grown up and moved on finally able to let his demons and baggage go as well as leaving the past where it belongs… now, Jess Mariano is not a lovesick stupid teenager anymore so that look could also have been something more like, “Rory’s finally going to be alright and she seems happy. I hope things work out for her because I did love her once and while I no longer feel anything romantically for her, she helped me in so many ways and I am happy that maybe I helped her find her path like she helped me find mine.”

‘ good mythical morning ’ sentence starters ━━━━

❛  i have been repeatedly spooned by this man.  ❜
❛  what i discovered is that i bleed…  &  then i heal.  ❜
❛  he had a dream vomit.  ❜
❛  i am a modest princess.  ❜
❛  whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat  !!  ❜
❛  bikers wanna do more than kiss.  ❜
❛  hey…  hey girl…  hey.  hey girl…  i like your boots.  ❜
❛  laughter is like farting out of your mouth.  ❜
❛  i sleep with reckless abandon  !!  ❜
❛  just call me sugar daddy.  ❜
❛  soft tacos are wannabe burritos.  ❜
❛  i’m gonna be a rapper,  i’m gonna call myself ritz cracker  !!  ❜
❛  it’s made from the muffin tops of men.  ❜
❛  my cheeks are sweating…  all four of them.  ❜
❛  the fastest way to a woman’s heart is through a worm’s anus.  ❜
❛  dare me to eat the anus  ??  ❜
❛  i could,  at any point,  share something inappropriate.  that’s part of who i am  &  i embrace it  &  constantly battle with it.  ❜
❛  embrace the taste.  ❜
❛  when in doubt,  whip chocolate out.  ❜
❛  question:  how do you eat a fart  ??  ❜
❛  when in doubt,  choose humping.  ❜
❛  everybody wins a goat.  it’s like oprah,  except it’s goats.  ❜
❛  cheese pizza is for kids  &  sad people.  ❜
❛  do you wake up with melted booty dents  ??  ❜
❛  you gotta cross a few lines to get to the circle.  ❜
❛  uneven sideburns are off fleek.  ❜
❛  paint me like your french fries,  jack.  ❜
❛  elbow points are a sign of intelligence.  ❜
❛  you show you mine,  i’ll show you yours.  ❜
❛  these have been boiled for safety.  ❜
❛  i was an anxious child.  i felt safest on the couch.  ❜
❛  you heard of that band  ‘ vomit launch ’  ??  i heard they’re coming into town in a few minutes.  ❜
❛  we’re eating the stars.  everything is stars  &  that makes everything okay.  ❜
❛  we are living in an instant world  &  i am an instant girl.  ❜
❛  let’s talk about that  !!  ❜
❛  i don’t want to  ‘ lady  &  the tramp ’  with you  !!  ❜
❛  now don’t go with too much gusto or you’ll pop through.  ❜
❛  you can do it,  serpent king  !! 
❛  volcano boarding is real.  ❜
❛  nachos are for sharing.  ❜
❛  what the–  what the crap  ?!  ❜
❛  which type of poop do you want to make  ??  ❜
❛  are you harboring a bad relationship under your left butt-cheek  ??  ❜
❛  she’s not gonna go to pittsburgh with me to open the put-put palace with me.  ❜
❛  bubbles are the answer.  ❜
❛  today we master the art of the contour.  ❜
❛  this is like the first thing people see see when they arrive in hell.  ❜
❛  i want you to glow,  man.  i want to be the glow boys.  ❜
❛  i could be a bird.  that’s what i’ve learned.  ❜
❛  when it comes to turkey,  i am a breast man.  but when it comes to humans,  i am a wing-man.  ❜
❛  me  &  my sports bra dance amongst the windmills.  ❜
❛  there’s no real crotch under here.  ❜
❛  i think they’re just making sarcastic remarks directly into each other’s mouths.  ❜
❛  there are moments when you really frighten me  &  i question why you’re my best friend.  ❜
❛  answer the question  !!  what color are your nipples !?!
❛  i’m on top of you  !!  ha-ha !!  i’ve got you right where i want you  &  that’s under me  !!
❛  my rectum is so tight.  ❜
❛  i’ll be caressing your dinosaur fossil on a regular basis,  if you’re okay with that.  ❜
❛  a cookie solves a world of problems.  ❜
❛  this has got to stop.  this,  us eating  &  drinking gross stuff,  has got to stop.  ❜
❛  you’re the mouth king  !!  you’re the mouth king  &  nobody knew it until today.  ❜
❛  you need me  &  i need you.  we need each other at certain points in our lives, that aren’t the same times.  ❜
❛  when you serene really hard you start chillin’.  ❜
❛  let’s touch our sword tips.  ❜
❛  everybody’s got a butthole,  but i got two.  ❜
❛  go to bed.  don’t pee on your ritz crackers.  ❜
❛  the sun is always shining on a unicow that’s milking itself.  ❜
❛  i’m always thinking about women in corsets  &  i’m always thinking about getting my piercings snagged.  ❜
❛  before i apply my face,  i like to mist myself with a light film of my signature scent,  febreze.  ❜
❛  i always say nothing livens up a party than a pair of chaps.  ❜
❛  ever pooped out an engagement ring  ??  ❜
❛  there are also professional butt slappers.  ❜
❛  lotta foreskin going around these days.  ❜
❛  i don’t know if you can feel how hard i’m breathing,  but that’s the sound of winning.  ❜
❛  hey,  i’m a bird of paradise.  ❜
❛  i might say stupid things,  but at least i know they were stupid.  ❜
❛  you began to thrust your pelvis out to meet the bat.  ❜
❛  you seem to be getting a little too much of a thrill out of beating the crap out of me.  ❜
❛  there’s nothing like the feeling that your balls are impervious.  ❜
❛  i’d like to see the root of that sternum.  ❜
❛  he must look  &  feel amazing.  ❜
❛  oh gosh,  i can’t look away.  ❜
❛  you’ve never worn panties before,  huh  ??  ❜
❛  kids,  this is how you make a baby…  first,  you get a belly bongo.  ❜
❛  i think it’s gonna become clear as i take my clothes off what i am.  ❜

Toxic Love

Part Five (1,500 words)

Part [1] [2] [3] [4]

Pairings: ReaderxJensen, JensenxDanneel, JaredxGen

Warnings: Jealously, cheating

Summary: Jared organises a night out not knowing what’s going on and things get pretty heated.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Oh, c'mon!“ Jared was currently following you around set, barely ever two steps behind you as he continued to beg.

“No way Jar.” You shock your head, a slight chuckle escaping you. He had persistence, you had to give it to him.

“Please!” He threw his arms up in exclamation, his eyes huge in a way to persuade you.

“Those Sam Winchester puppy dog eyes have no effect on me Padalecki.” Despite what you said he stopped you dead in your tracks, his hands on your shoulders as he knelt down to you height causing you to shake your head. “Still not happening.” 

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hi!! can u please write this prompt with Keith from voltron?? if not that’s okay thank you ((: “Do me a favor?” “I swear to god if this is like the last one-” “No, no, calm down, this one is legal.”

Sorry this took so long! I just started a new semester at school so I was a little busy! Hope you enjoy anyway.


“Do me a favor?” “I swear to god if this is like the last one-” “No, no, calm down, this one is legal.”

Keith sat in the lounge of the castle reading an old book he had brought from Earth, just enjoying the silence that was so rare among his comrades. All of a sudden the door to the lounge slid open revealing his girlfriend, *y/n*, leaning against the door frame. She slid across the room and plopped down on the couch, making herself comfortable.

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A Winmills Mother’s Day

Set in my Winmills ‘verse: A Winmills Christmas, A Winmills Valentine’s Day, and A Winmills St. Patrick’s Day.

Word Count: 900

Warning: Angst, Jody mourning the loss of her child

A/N: Still in love with these two. Sorry this one got sad. XOXO

Sam gets out of his car and walks over to the gravesite. Jody’s already there, looking at the headstones, bouquet of flowers in her hands.

It’s too sunny, Sam thinks. The gorgeous weather makes her face look all the more haggard by comparison, a deep sorrow in the lines around her mouth and eyes that he’s not seen before. One he wishes he could erase.

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Say It

Originally posted by pea-ky-blin-ders

“We agreed before we started this John, no feelings.” You say angrily, jumping into your dress. John just watched you struggle to get dressed as rush out of the room.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it…”

“Oh, so now you didn’t mean it?” You ask furiously, rushing out and down the stairs.

“Y/N, wait can we talk about this?” He says running after you. His hand grabs at your arm before you reach for the door, causing you to turn and look at him.

“John….I…I can’t.” You say and after looking at you and licking his lips like he wants to say more to you he gives up, letting you go.

It takes longer than you thought for the tears to come. You hugged yourself, fighting against the cold as you walked home and the whole time the night played again and again like a movie in your head.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any fic recommendations already where Derek and Stiles are best friends? If you have, can you please link it? Thank you very much! I'm starved for these kinds of fics.

  • This MIght Be Irony by thepsychicclam (M, 38k) Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.
  • Little Dumplings by DevilDoll (G, 8k) “You and Derek are going to sit next to each other,” she said. Derek had already put his mat down off to the side, near the window, and was sitting on it, glaring at his Batman sneakers. “And you’re going to hold hands.“ "What?” Stiles blurted. He looked over at Derek, who was looking back at him, mouth fallen open in shock. His eyes were so wide that for once his eyebrows weren’t his most noticeable facial feature. “If you refuse to apologize to each other, you’ll have to make up another way,” Miss Blake said firmly, steering Stiles over toward Derek and standing there while he obediently—if somewhat grudgingly—put his mat down.
  • Mating Habits of the North American Domesticated Werewolf by lielabell (M, 35k) Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
  • Help me get in touch (with what I feel) by alenie (E, 3k)  “Stiles, what happened?” Derek says as sternly as he can (which isn’t very). Nevertheless, there is a pause on the line, and a small sigh. “I was just…having some Stiles personal time, you know? And…I may have gotten something stuck. Um, in me.” “In you?” Derek says incredulously. “What do you…oh.” Enlightenment strikes. “Like, in your…” “Yes, in my butt!” Stiles snaps.

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romancoin's Prompt - Part One: Walter.

Premise of the Prompt: Claire goes back in time with the help of old war friends to bust Jamie out of Ardsmuir.

1958, Boston

“Wait, what did you say his name was?” I caught the nurse’s arm as she was about to slide back the privacy curtain.

She glanced down at the clipboard and repeated, “Walter Holden. Know him?”

“You could say that.”

1944, France.

“…and Private Holden. Leg wound.” The head nurse finished the list of patients in the ward.

I bent and lifted the thin blanket away from his limb. The bandage was clean, having recently been redressed, and even. “He came in last night with the others?” I asked.

A battalion of American infantrymen had suffered considerable casualties after an attempt to reclaim important territory nearby. We were the closest aid station and, due to the critical condition of several of their men, we treated them.

He was young, barely eighteen by the looks of him, and seemed to be one of the lucky ones. While the cut was deep, the matron explained, it shouldn’t cause any permanent damage to his leg.

1958, Boston.

Parting the curtain, I found myself face to face with Private Walter Holden. The years had been good to him and he still had that boyish gleam in his eye.

“Been a long time, Captain Randall.” He grinned.

“It’s just Dr Randall now,” I smiled back. “What have you done this time?”

Walt had earned himself a reputation of being accident prone in the short time he had been at my field hospital. He once managed to tear open his wound while casually walking between his bunk and the mess tent. To this day, I still had no idea how he did it.

His deep laughter rang thru the room. He wasn’t in too great of pain, apparently.

“I cut myself again,” Walt held up his left hand, an impressive gash running song the side of his palm

I shook my head in mock disapproval as I took a closer look. It would need stitches, but, once again, the cut hadn’t damaged anything important.

Sending the nurse out for proper supplies, the two of us began to chat.

“I hope life’s been treating you well. How’s Frank?” He asked jovially.

My stomach clenched as I answered, “He was killed in a car accident, about two years ago now.”

Walt’s face fell. “I am so sorry, Claire. I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s alright.” I brushed his apology aside. “I haven’t seen you in over ten years, you’d have no way of knowing.”

The truth of the matter was that, while I did miss him in my own way, I no longer mourned for Frank. The last years of our marriage had been strained at best and I had now moved on with my life

The nurse returned, carrying everything i needed to stitch and bandage his hand.

I set about cleaning the wound, “What about you? Have you settled down?”

The charming smile was back in an instant.

“Do you remember Marie Kline? She was a nurse with you at the field hospital.” He asked.

Marie Kline… Oh yes!

Laughing, I responded. “I can’t say that I’m entirely surprised. The two of you were quite the item, nurse and patient. You stayed in touch, when you left?”

“Actually, we didn’t. Ran into each other at a bus stop about a year after I got back…” He trailed off as he watched me remove a small piece of debris from his hand. “Got married six months later, and here we are.”

“You live here in Boston, then?” I asked, giving the wound a final swab of disinfectant.

“Yep.” He flinched.

Hoping to distract him from the coming stitches, I inquired, “Any children?”

“Just one. Robert. He’ll be twelve next month.” His jaw clenched as the needle went in.

“My daughter Brianna is about the same age,” I smiled, trying to keep him at ease. “She just turned ten.”

Six stitches later, the wound was closed.

“The two of you should come over for dinner sometime.” He offered as I bandaged his hand. “Marie would love to see you, and I’m sure the kids will find something to do.”

“We would love to,” I smiled.

Winter’s Terrors

Based on the request by @melconnor2007

WC 1084

Bucky x Reader, Steve, Sam

Bucky and reader have been together for ages, and the reader has been coping with Bucky’s nightmares and talking down the soldier when he turns into him. Bucky and Steve think it’s a good idea to hire someone else to deal with the nightmares, not realising that it will hurt reader’s feelings and makes her think Bucky doesn’t want her anymore. She tries to leave him.

A/N: Kind of angsty but it ends with fluff. Of course there’s swearing.

You were awoken again by the sound of screaming. Quickly, you jumped out of the bed and crouched at the foot of the bed. Waiting to see who you were dealing with, you held your breath. As you slowly let it out, he made eye contact and you could see that his eyes were void of any emotion - they looked flat and dead.

Shit you thought. “Bucky… it’s me…” you said, no louder than a whisper.

The eyes looked around the room and focused on you as you slowly stood with your hands in the air. “It’s me” you said, more firmly this time.

He stalked towards you and you held your ground. “Bucky, it’s me, Y/N. I’m your girlfriend. We love each other. We’ve been together for two years. I love you. I love you. I… “ you stopped talking as he approached you.

You were nose to nose and you held your breath. Bucky looked into your eyes and blinked a few times. Then, “Y/N?”

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Secret Feelings (Alec x Reader) Imagine

One hit, two hits, three hits. Alec just kept on hitting the punching bag.

“Just tell him how you feel already” a voice from behind me said. Turning around I see Jace with his arm cross and a smirk on his face.
“Like now because I’m getting tired of both of yours guys love sick attitude” you rolled your eyes,
“You’re one to talk, you follow Clary around like a love sick puppy these day” Jace stood there looking shocked.
“You and I both know that’s a completely different story” he said defending himself. “You keep telling yourself that” you answer back.
“Hey guys what are you two taking about?” Alec asked as he walk out of the training room taking a sip from his water bottle.“Nothing” you both quickly answer and left the room, leaving a very confused Alec behind.

  “Do you ever plan on telling my brother that you like him?” Izzy asked as she sat on your bed.
“Have you been talking to Jace lately? Because all you two do is ask me that same question every time we talk” You said as you lay down next to her on your bed. Izzy laugh then look at you with a smile.
“You know that’s means that more then one person can tell then right?” You went to answer back but then your bedroom door open to revealing Clary. “It’s time to go”

You three walk through the halls of the institute heading to the main area. Knowing that’s where the boys would be waiting to leave for your guys mission. Today mission was the same as always go out and kill a demon, then come back make a report about it then it would be done.
“You all ready?” Jace asked as you guys walked up to where him and Alec were standing.
“Let’s go!” Izzy said cheerfully as she grabbed yours and Clary arm and walked out of the institute.

“So Y/N you and Alec huh?” Clary said teasing you on your way back from the hunt.
“OH MY ANGEL” you yelled causing Jace and Alec to stop walking ahead of you and turn around to see what the matter was. You had enough, couldn’t they all see that you just wanted to keep it to yourself and not tell him.
“Could all three of you stop asking me that,I had enough” you shouted while looking from Clary to Jace to Isabella.
“Stop asking you what?” Alec asked standing there between all of you looking more confused then ever.
“It’s nothing so don’t worry about it” you said back.
“That’s a lie. It’s is something important dear brother so we will leave so the two of you alone so you can talk about it” Izzy said pulling Jace and Clary away with her. God damn Izzy you thought as she left, leave it to her to do something like this leaving you no choice but to face your fears.
“What’s so important? Alec asked. Isn’t he full of questions to day you thought but you knew if you were in his situation too you would be doing the same.
"Do you really want to hear something that would change our friendship forever? There’s no turning back after you hear what I have to say” you said looking him in the face staring at his eyes. His hair was a bit messy from fighting the demon earlier and he looked tried but he still smile at you.
“Go ahead, say it. You never know if I feel the same way. If you don’t ask.” he said as he walked closer to you.
“Well hear I go Alec I- wait what did you just say?” You ask looking dumbfounded. Did he really just say that he had feeling for me you wonder.
“Me and you both know what I said, Yes I have feeling for you Y/N. You and I both know you have them for me too. It doesn’t need to take a genius to figured that out.”
“But why haven’t you said anything before” you stated. Alec just shrugged “I guess every time I try I just chicken out of it” he said looking at you
“I always got nervous and back out, thinking that when everyone said you have feeling for me was just a lie”
“Oh Alec, I do like you” you said looking at him “A lot really”
“Good because I like you too and now I can do this” he while bending down to kiss you.
Your guys lips touch and it felt like home. Like this is what you always needed but never knew you did until now. It had so much passionate from all the years worth of feelings you had built up inside. You guys pulled away from the kiss and rested your forehead together. Finally this moment that you always dream of was here and it sure was hell worth the wait.
“Would you two hurry up sucking each other face off because it cold” Jace yelled. Causing you guys to stop kissing and laugh along with Izzy and Clary.
“Come lets go” Alec said as he pulled your hand making your way back to the others to head home.

A/N: if you guys have any requests or idea please send them along. I will happily do them.

anonymous asked:

#4 and 14 with Reggie Mantle. Maybe him looking out for you after what happened with your ex?

Originally posted by riverdalesource

4: “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”
14: “I promise that i’ll protect you.”

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x reader
Warning: [N/A]br>Fandom: Riverdale

You and Reggie were having a good time at Pop’s when… he walked in. You looked down immediately trying to hide your face. It was your ex boyfriend. He hurt you really bad and now you just wanted to get out of here before something started.

“Reggie can we leave” you muttered standing up and trying to rush Reggie out of the door but it was too late. You had been spotted.


You went extremely pale and Reggie who’s been confused up to this point finally seemed to understand what had gotten into you. His expression quickly became filled with rage.

“Can we talk?” Your ex said taking a step toward you once you turned to face him. You flinched and Reggie quickly rushed to stand between the two of you.

“Back off” Reggie growled. You gripped the back of his shirt. You knew Reggie wanted to protect you but you didn’t want him to get into a fight either. You began to shake as you watched things unfold.

“This isn’t any of your business” you ex snapped trying to step around Reggie to get to you but as soon as he did that Reggie lost his temper and shoved him away roughly. That’s when the fight broke out. Reggie proceeded to grab your ex by the collar of his shirt.

You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” Reggie growled.

“Reggie stop!” You yelled.

“Take it outside!” Pop yelled right after “I don’t need you two throwing each other around my diner”.

“Don’t worry” Reggie breathed pushing your ex into a counter “we’re done. I think I made myself clear”.
With that Reggie grabbed your by the arm and you both left the diner.
“Don’t worry about him [Y/N]” Reggie breathed heavily “I promise that i’ll protect you. That prick isn’t getting anywhere near you”.