this is a stupid post but look at his face

yes, i can stick magnets on my arm.

but i only do it for a good cause. the letters are magnetic. repainting the arm is too much work

steve decided he wanted to draw this because the last time i did something like this there wasn’t anything to prove it had happened. (last time i painted ‘die nazi scum’ on the side of a tank which id stolen from the nazis. the 40s were a wild time my friends)

(This is for sale on redbubble, both with and without the text and red circle. A black background version is under the cut, just because it looks cool.)

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Ok so we know canonically Wash’s first name is David, yeah? Its his last name that hasnt been revealed to us.

The funniest shit to me is if like, Wash himself doesnt even remember his own last name (maybe those implants/Epsilon’s freakout messed with his memory a bit, maybe Wash’s taken one too many hits to the head, who knows) and so starts the quest to find out Wash’s last name

and the crew manages to get their hands on some PFL documents or files and Wash and Carolina are going through them, and then they just kinda stop and stare at this one document, and the Reds and Blues are just like “Did you find it?” “Whats his last name?” “Is it something stupid we can make jokes out of?”

and Tucker’s like “Well?”

and Carolina just looks so done

Wash turns to look at Tucker, with the most unamused expression on his face

“Washington. My last name is Washington”

“…Wait, Wash, Seriously?” “Seriously.”

“…YOU’RE TELLING ME WE WENT THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT–” “Grif, calm down” “NO SIMMONS, I WILL NOT CALM DOWN”

“Well, I am glad. This means Agent Washington will not be a different person.” “Thats not how last names work, Caboose”

Protected | R.M.

Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.


I miss you.

You received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.

Well, not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.

You took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response for the text message.

A wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly, bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh indentions against your palm.

The moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of trying to forget all about him.


Everyone had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.

You were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.

Reggie was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.

You and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.

He was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.

You never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.

The thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent dependency that held itself with tension.

You loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.


“Are you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch table.

“Talk to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.

“[y/n], a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after your life post-Reggie Man—“

“Damn, Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”

Your words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation with Chuck Clayton.

You couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.


“I thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs, and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.

It was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.

“I couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.

“Watch it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”

“A young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”

“—yeah,” the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”

“If my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’ back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.

However, the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.

It was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.

“[y/n]?” Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”  

“Fuck off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible, though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.

The other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”

And it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.

Reggie showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.

“What the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything in horror.


“—fighting on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.

“This is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him to board—“

“It was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’ tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“

“No, I fought him, she had nothing to do with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his father—and you had realized that this could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you knew that it was your call to turn things around.

“No,” you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.

That led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s not here, of course.


“Sorry, that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion, as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person who’d heard of what happened.

The memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even be caring for anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say. The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“ The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget about you.”

His silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the boy you really, just really, really loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag, that serpent, just to forget about you. So, fuck you.”

The response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you from the start if it was going to lead this way.”

“Protected me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.

“Yes! I’ve always been protecting you. I love you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“

This time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you, shocked.

“You stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”

Reggie stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”

You could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.


It was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.

He loved you more than he loved himself.


omg i’m so sorry. whenever i write i’d always get so carried away with excessive details and annoying character musings!!! please tell me what you think! feel free to reblog or like or message me! always open to hear what you guys think huehue. :) 

Snowstorm

This was supposed to be posted earlier in the week but I just now managed to finish it. Special thanks to @permanentcross for yelling at me to write it (and for not being mad at me for calling it Snowstorm - she’s cool with it). Let me know if you guys enjoy it! Much love, B xx

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Being stuck at the hotel during a snowstorm, having nothing to do except looking at each other’s faces, Harry’s bored out of his mind. So, while you watch some stupid tv show, he’s lying on his tummy, scrolling through his phone and you’re lying on him, cheek smushed against his bum, cause it’s why not? Even though the heating is on, the view of the city covered in white fluffy snow on your window is giving you chills and you yearn to be close to him but he’s too focused on his damn phone to pay attention to you. 

Tired of the silly TV show and of being ignored in order for him to scroll aimlessly through social media, even though he’s never posting anything, you sigh, moving your head to look up at him, your cheek smushed to his bum as you look at the back of his head. His hair is messy, curling at the ends and with no sunglasses to hold it back, you can truly appreciate just how long his hair has become over the past few months, his sweats are clinging to his long legs and the long sleeved t-shirt make his broad shoulders look even wider with the white fabric straining against them.

He looks good and warm and so cozy that all you want is to snuggle up to him and be close, share languid kisses that make your tummy flutter with butterflies and your toes curl when he presses closer. But he’s on his phone. And, even though your hand is pressing to his back, scratching lightly over his shirt and you’re very much resting against him, he shows no signs of letting go of the small piece of technology he holds so dearly in his hands any time soon.

You’ve tried everything already - calling his name, to which he only gave you a mumbled “hum?” and when you continued to speak, you were left with no response from him; you’ve tried pinching his sides but the boy has a brain of steel and when he’s invested in something like he is on his phone, it’s hard to break him away from it. You’ve tried turning up the volume on the TV to see if the movie playing in it would catch his attention and make him move you up to him for a cuddle while you both watch it but not even then had you managed to catch his eye and you were sick of it.

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michael!!
jeremy heere
michael!!

anonymous asked: yo idk if you are still making audio posts/taking requests but just. in more than survive when michael shows up and jeremy yells his name 💯👌👌👀👀👀

i didn’t know if you wanted me to do something stupid with it so i left it alone, enjoy!

  • Ivy: *Pointing to ed on the tv* Is that the guy who you loved and then shot you?
  • Oswald: Yes
  • Ivy: No offense but he looks like a geek
  • Oswald: He is a geek a stupid intelligent loser with his smug cute face i hate him so much i cant wait to kill him.
  • Ivy: Wow you really like him bad still don't you?
sleepyhead

this was an anonymous request, hope you like it love!

Word Count: 1000+

Rating: PG

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you scrolled through your Instagram. 

“What’s funny?” Joe asked, looking down at you. You were on your back on the couch, your head on his lap, his fingers running through your hair. You passed your phone to him, showing him Caspar’s Instagram post with Maddie. 

“They’re so cute,” you said, reaching up to toy with the strings of Joe’s hoodie. 

“We’re cuter,” Joe smiled at you.

“I know,” was all you said, but Joe knew you well enough to read what you didn’t say. He took your hand, kissing the back of it gently. 

The two of you were a very open couple when it came to each other, but not when it came to the rest of the world. Joe wasn’t really one to share his personal life, and that included you. You understood it, of course. After seeing all the hate on Maddie’s profile, or any girl who could possibly have any connection with any of the boys for that matter, you didn’t have to question why Joe wanted to keep your relationship a secret. 

That didn’t mean it didn’t suck though. From no PDA in the vlogs to no social media posts, it was hard to keep up with sometimes. Joe was Joe, but Joe was also thatcherjoe, and not being a part of that side of his life was almost like missing a big part of him. Sometimes, you just wanted to post a cute picture of your boyfriend. All the thoughts made you feel selfish, so you never brought them up, but Joe saw right through you anyways.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide either,” he murmured to you. “I’d show you off to the whole world if I could.”

“You can you know. I’m sure I’ll develop a tough skin,” you replied.

“You shouldn’t have to.” His voice was sharp, and you tread carefully.

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Saeran and V waking up with MC for the first time

Hey! Here are Saeran and V in addition to that Waking up with MC for the first time post. Sorry it took a while to answer, I wasn’t really inspired to do them, so… I’m sorry if this isn’t as cute as the original post.

Saeran

  • He wakes up feeling something tickling his nose.
  • Is his brother pulling that stupid prank he pulled on Yoosung? Does he have whip cream in one of his hands waiting to get splashed on his face?
  • For fuck’s sake, his brother is such an idiot and… oh, wait! That thing tickling his nose is your hair.
  • And Saeyoung isn’t here, but you are. Beside him. IN THE BED!
  • Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Have you two…? Are you… naked? No! He can’t look! He won’t look! No! No! No! Shit, he looks.
  • And you have your clothes on, so has he. Whew, what a relief!
  • Relief? Yeah, maybe a little, but… what if something actually happened? Would it be wrong? Bad?
  • Is he ready for this kind of intimacy? Is he ready to let himself get all of your affection? Does he deserve it?
  • He doesn’t feel like he deserves. Yes, the reason why you’re with him right now is because he had one of his episodes last night and you stayed to calm him.
  • It worked, apparently, as he actually slept. Well, that was new, he rarely has any sleep, he’s so scared of his painful dreams, he didn’t had any that night…
  • But… what about you? Are you okay with this? With him being like this?
  • “Saeran? Are you okay?” you rise your head and he feels his breath being taken away, your hair is a mess, you have bags under your eyes, and yet… you look beautiful!
  • “Y-Yes. I’m… I’m fine. I… am sorry for last night, MC, I…” “Don’t worry, it was all a nightmare, just rest a little more…” you make him nuzzle at your chest.
  • It wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. Yet you stayed until he fell asleep. When did you actually get a chance to sleep that night?
  • He’s so self-conscious and worried, but… your heartbeat… is calming him down… he’s feeling sleepy again…
  • This isn’t a dream, this is real.

V

  • He wakes up with your breath against his chest.
  • It’s so calm and soothing and… wait, are you two actually cuddling?
  • How did this happen? Oh yeah… he remembers.
  • You two are camping in this beautiful mountain, he managed to bring you along so you could help him with the photos.
  • It was cold at night, really cold as the blankets you brought weren’t enough, so he suggested you two hugged to keep each other warm.
  • He chuckles remembering you clearing your throat in embarrassment, but it was very cold…
  • And you are very warm, indeed. And soft… and your hair smells like heaven and… how can someone be so perfect even at such a vulnerable state?
  • Or is the vulnerability that makes you perfect like this? He grew some afraid of vulnerability for some time after… well, you know
  • But right now, he wants to allow himself being vulnerable around you as much as you are around him.
  • He also wants having you in his arms like this every day and night, but… no, maybe that’s too much.
  • “Jihyun?” oh, your sleepy voice calling his real name… is he really awake? Isn’t this a dream? “Are you still cold?”
  • “A little, MC. Can’t you come a little closer?” you are too sleepy to feel flustered, so you just put your leg over his body.
  • He wasn’t really cold, but now he’s definitely shivering.
Vampire Fic Snippet #3

(And the last one before the fic is posted!!!!!!!!! yay, sorry this is taking ages)

As always, I want to note that this is from the draft of the fic, so some things may be changed for the final version.

Warning: Mentions of vampire biting and so on, but still nothing graphic.

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anonymous asked:

okay but please also consider: Yuuri coaching Minami and Victor coaching Yuri. They end up being potrayed as "rival teams" by the media but its all just ridiculous flirty banter between Victor and Yuuri which gets more and more suggestive every time they meet at competitions (meanwhile Yuri is screaming that they are the worst coaches ever)

Okay, Nonny, trust me. I have considered it. I have thoroughly, thoroughly considered it.

Basically:

–Vicchan never died, and Yuuri didn’t screw up the Sochi GPF. BUT ALSO drunk banquet shenanigans did not occur, and so Viktor never came to him, and they basically just turned into competitors for a few years (more on that later). Because of this, Yurio took longer to figure himself out, get invested in the Seniors, and possibly had a minor injury that set him back, etc. In the meantime, Minami finally hits his growth spurt. Three years later, and we have the start of this AU: Yurio’s 18, Minami is 20, and Yuuri has just retired at 27 and been asked (ahem: begged) by Minami to coach him. Yakov is trying to transition his students over to prep for his own retirement, so he tests out the idea of Viktor coaching Yurio (Lilia smacks him in the head for thinking this is at all a Good Plan). Both Minami and Yurio are the hot favorites for the gold.

–Minami spends half of practice at Ice Castle Hasetsu drooling over his idol, Yuuri, and Yuuri spends most practices with his face in his hands because Minami hasn’t forgotten a single factoid about him since he became a skater when he was 12. “Minami, no, you shouldn’t reference that skate, that was my dark past!” “Coach! Sir! My lord!” “Please don’t call me that.” “Didn’t you win gold at Worlds that year?” “Okay, I did, but–”

–At the beginning, Viktor spends half of practice “subtly” needling at Yurio to see how far he can push him and to try to grant him some humility, while simultaneously sending him on what Yurio likes to call BS Spiritual Quests. “How is babysitting Makkachin supposed to make me a better skater?” “Makkachin is the dog of a champion, Yurio, if you have to ask then clearly you are not a talented enough skater to understand. Also, I’ll be back at midnight! Watch this choreography video while I’m gone!”  

–Hot Springs on Ice still happens after Minami releases a video of him and Yuuri skating side by side to Stammi Vicino. ”That bastard thinks he can do MY COACH’S ROUTINE?” Yakov blows a gasket. “Have you seen this, Viktor, your student’s run off to Japan! Control him!” “Oh no,” says Viktor cheerfully. “Don’t worry, Yakov, I’ll be responsible and go collect him.” Yurio bought the plane ticket with Viktor’s credit card, which he miraculously found lying out on Viktor’s front room table. Viktor definitely spent the last week playing the viral video on repeat to an increasingly aggravated Yurio. “What a surprise, ending up here!” He announces to Hiroko upon arrival, and flips open his trip itinerary on his phone to ask for her opinions. “You’ll never believe who showed up!” Minami exclaims to Yuuri, who frantically drags him into one of the onsen’s bathrooms and keeps him there for an hour.

–After Hot Springs on Ice, the media gets really amped up about the rivalry between Minami and Yurio. Minami does not realize it’s meant to be a furious rivalry, and excitedly shows numerous hungry reporters pictures of him and Yurio from their Juniors days. “Yeah, we’ve skated together since forever!” “BLOODY SKATING RIVALRY IS SIX YEARS IN THE MAKING,” the papers scream. Yurio, to deal with his Viktor-inspired anger, is often caught kicking over tables and flinging objects. “RUSSIA’S PRODIGY CAN’T CONTROL HIS FIERY PASSION OVER THE RIVALRY!” Eventually, they drag the coaches into it too, especially after Viktor and Yuuri make searing eye contact for a solid twenty minutes during Skate America. “COACHES JOIN BROILING RIVALRY BETWEEN PLISETSKY AND KENJIROU! OLD HATRED FLARES UP!” By the time the NHK trophy rolls around, it is downright ridiculous. “PLISETSKY FIRES HIMSELF UP BY COMING TO WATCH BITTER RIVAL, KENJIROU, IN THE NHK TROPHY!” This part is true. Kind of. “NIKIFOROV AND KATSUKI RUN OFF TOGETHER AFTER COMPETITION, PROBABLY TO… FISTFIGHT IN THE PARKING LOT!” Well, there were certainly bruises that developed after that encounter, so the media’s not totally wrong.

–By the GPF, there has been a slow realization among certain internet groups. “Look at how Katsuki and Nikiforov behaved around each other during their last few years of competition,” posts Katsudominate14 on Tumblr. This is accompanied by a flurry of screenshots of them together. “Are they holding hands in this one?” Meanwhile, Otabek is the only one that’s heard a whisper of the other developing issue with the ‘rivalry.’ I HATE HIS GUTS, is typically how Yurio’s text messages start. Look at his stupid face in this stupid interview! He’s so cheerful! Who the hell does he think he is to compliment my skating like that? He makes me want to throw him on the ground! And straddle him! And yell into his face from two inches away! Finally Otabek sighs, and sends Yurio a playlist in response. This is for when you finally get him alone and start making out with him. Yurio doesn’t respond for twenty minutes. Crap, he texts, I like him

–After the GPF, when Yurio’s got his gold medal in hand and silver winner Minami is excitedly engaging him in competition about Worlds, Yurio yanks him around by his medal and yells “you’d better dance with me at the banquet!” Minami thinks being pulled around is surprisingly fun. They do dance at the banquet, but this is overshadowed by the media catching a picture of a tipsy Viktor and Yuuri kissing in the corner. When Yurio is questioned, he goes a bright, furious red and hollers “I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THOSE IDIOTS! THEY’VE BEEN FLIRTING ALL SEASON! I AM A GOLD MEDALIST! Ask me about skating!” When Minami is questioned, he curls up his cute little nose and laughs, “Oh, you didn’t know? Coach’s liked him since he started skating; Viktor was his inspiration.” Minami is Katsuki Yuuri’s number 1 fan. Nothing gets past him.

–The “rivalry” is disbanded. Yuuri and Minami start training in Russia the next year.

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Ahhh, geez. I’d have to actually put more thought into this. But thanks for asking, Nonny! SO MUCH FLIRTY BANTER, you are right!!

marvel’s looking for extras for a lab scene in wakanda and seb just posted a selfie hinting he’s gonna start filming for infinity war, like my son bucky barnes is back, free him from the refrigerator 

Ficlet: Predicting the Future

(Note: inspired by this AmazingPhil video, “PREDICTING DAN’S FUTURE!”, that came out today—it really has no point if you haven’t watched the video)


Dan was so happy they’d brought the old sofa to the new house. He slouched into his sofa crease as he scrolled mindlessly through Tumblr, enjoying the aesthetic posts.

Phil was sitting at the other end of the sofa with his laptop, occasionally typing something, occasionally giggling. “More puppy videos?” Dan asked idly, still staring at his phone, but got no response. He looked up, catching Phil with a slightly guilty look on his face. “Um … what’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Phil said, all sunshine and innocence. Dan wasn’t sure if he believed it, but it was true that sometimes Phil just giggled over stupid shit for no apparent reason. Dan just shrugged and went back to his scrolling. His stomach rumbled.

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked. Phil just shrugged, still absorbed in his laptop. “How about curry?” Phil looked up and smiled, nodding. Dan considered the contents of the kitchen, wondering whether they had all the necessary ingredients. “We need to place another Tesco order soon.”

Phil, still staring at his laptop and not looking up, said, “Put bananas on the list.”

Dan put his phone down and got up to go take his turn at making dinner, shaking his head fondly. Phil and his new banana obsession.

He heard another series of giggles coming from the living room as he began preparing their curry and hoped later Phil would show him whatever was so funny.

anonymous asked:

Aomg Gray and Jay fic where ur grays girl and u always catching him staring at other girls tiddies making u yourself feel insecure cause small ones right here and Jay just out here to show u small tiddies r important and cute too with a side of jealous gray too praising, daddy kink, spanking some dirty talk just fuck me up

Thank you to @silhouetted-beauty for helping me brainstorm this out<3 that’s my sis ya’ll check her out. 

Itty-Bitty-Tiddy-Committee:

The music blared through the speakers as you danced around in the little spot that you had in the audience close to the front of the stage. You were in the pit area, looking up as your boyfriend Gray performed the last few numbers to his set. You had come out to support your man loving all of AOMG but your baby was looking damn fine in his white skinny jeans and half button black shirt. You saw him wink to you and give you as much fan service as he could before he had to play along with the rest of the crowd. You had dressed up in shorts and a custom-made shirt with his name on it. No one knew about you but you didn’t care because he and you knew what was up that’s all that mattered. When the concert was over, you lined up with the rest of your section waiting for the photo op to happen with the idols. You had been nervous to have some type of skinship with Gray so that you could lie like it was just a photo and post it on your IG but you knew what that really was. You were bouncing in your spot, the excitement written all over your face as the line inched closer, but slowly that excitement was beginning to be replaced by sadness. Your eyes watched as Gray scoped out many of his fans from head to chest, making it obvious where his mind was.

“Do you see how he checked her out? I hope he looks at me the same!” You heard some fans giggle behind you and you felt your body become flush with anger. You felt stupid, and betrayed. He asked you to keep the relationship a secret for what?! So that he could freely check out other girls? Well then, be that way. You looked down at your chest, your eyes dampening a bit as you saw almost nothing there, you willed yourself not to cry as the line pushed out and it was your turn up with a few other girls. You put on your best fake smile and walked on stage, everyone expected you to go towards Gray because AOMG knew you were his girl and the fans saw your shirt, instead you past him up going straight for Jay. Your arms wrapped around Jay’s waist holding him close to yourself you rested your head on his shoulder. Though he was shocked he wrapped one arm around your waist smiling down at you.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked softly stroking your waist with his fingertips.

“Not really but it’s stupid.” You sighed softly knowing Jay would want to pull from you what you were feeling.

“Nothing you say or do is stupid Y/N. What’s wrong?” Jay asked but you didn’t answer, looking at the people get ready to take another picture. Unconsciously, your eyes roamed down to your breast before you looked around at the other women and their curves.

“Oh.. I see.” Jay hummed moving his hand up to cup your small breast and you slapped his hand.

“JAY!” You squealed, he chuckled hugging you closer. He looked down at you kissing your forehead.

“Did Gray check out other girls again?” He asked remembering your countless arguments when the male did wrong.

“No, it’s just that. I don’t go around looking at how big guys dick are in front of him so I feel that he should at least respect me. I know we are all fans but I’m his girlfriend who had to keep hush and he keeps just. Not appreciating me.” You shrugged sighing. “Maybe we should break up? Maybe he doesn’t want this life with me and that’s fine that’s-“

“Y/N. Calm down. No one needs to break up okay? You’re taking this a bit overboard. Let’s just show him how it feels? I don’t care about breast big or small they are nice to feel in my hands, nice to suck on and play with always. I believe that Gray does feel that way, but I do want to have some fun with you, not every day I get to touch you.” Jay grinned as the cameraman called your attention.

The next few minutes passed by slowly as if time stood still. Jay was giving you all the attention that you had wanted from Gray. His hands were all over you gripping you and pulling you close as he posed for a few photos between you and him. When you were done, you were going to leave but Jay had other plans. “I want to keep her here in all the photos since she got shoved around a lot, but other beautiful woman can come and stand on my other side.”

“I bet you have a nice pussy too. I think that’s why he’s always leaving work early so that he can smash am I right?” Jay teased grabbing at your ass causing you to slap his arm and gasp, the playful remarks meaning to fluster you and make you smile as he tried to lighten you up.

Gray frowned watching the both of you. You should have been in his arms on his side because he wanted to take photos with you and be able to finally be able to post them on both of your IG’s. He thought it would be a way for him to finally confess to you in front of the whole word and all his followers. But seeing Jay all over you touching your ass and on your hips, touching on your breast and cupping your cheeks. You were a giggling mess! Responding to his touch and pressing your hand on his chest. It burned Gray up to the max to see his girl all over one of his closest friends and boss. Instead of letting himself get too mad about it he tried to ignore it until the whole things was over. As soon as you were all done, Gray walked up to you grabbing you by your hand pulling you behind him. You tried to jerk away from him frowning at how he was acting but Gray did not stop until he was pushing you against the wall, his chest to your back shutting the door behind him.

“What do you think you’re doing? All on Jay like that you are my girl.” Gray growled and you shook your head.

“No I’m not! You walk around all day staring at other girl’s and checking out their bodies but you don’t look at me like that! And you don’t find me attractive so why don’t you just break up with me?” You shouted looking up at him. Gray was taken aback but he didn’t let that phase him for a moment. He gripped at your shirts pulling them down his hands started to slap at your ass causing you to gasp and curse. “Why are you hitting me!”

“Because you’re foolish!” Gray shouted out digging his nails into your skin. He rubbed your reddening cheeks starting to slap your ass again. “I love you! I was going to take pictures with you today so that I could post and tell my followers about us! Your breast are fine! I love them and I adore them. Why would I even be with you if I didn’t fucking love every single thing about you?” Gray growled as he continued to slap at your ass pushing himself against you. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. You have worked up my interests so now we will practice self-love and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you because I couldn’t help but notice how fucking good you look and daydream about this pussy all day.” Gray kneaded your ass cheeks spreading him apart as he watched you. You whimpered slightly, you felt embarrassed by all of it and his words made your heart feel happy.

“Say that you love your breast.” Gray commanded gripping at your hips rolling against you.

“I- I love my breast.” You muttered softly, your hands pressing against the wall. Your pushed your hips back wanting to feel more of the slaps as he made you chant out that you loved your body until your ass cheeks were blistering red and becoming numb.

“Whose girl are you?” He asked softly slapping your ass watching as your legs bucked.

“I’m yours.” You bit your bottom lip trying not to cry and ruin your makeup.

“Good girl.” Gray said softly, unzipping his pants he rubbed his dick against your red ass cheeks, only pushing your panties to the side a little bit for your entrance he slammed into you. You gasped out, arching your back as he pulled you away from the wall some more kicking your legs a bit wider with his feet he started to slam into you slowly, filling you up to the brim as he pounded away into your insides.

“Fuck this little tight pretty pink pussy always wraps around my dick. You should know how much I love being deep inside of you.” Gray husked out his hands moving up your body up your chest until he was pulling your bra down to grab onto your small breast rolling his fingers against your nipples pulling on them as he continued to snap his hips forward brushing against your spot. Having to fuck you quickly because he didn’t want you to both get caught and he had to take off his concert attire. He let his dick brush deep inside of your silk walls, stretching you out and making sure to leave no spot untouched. Your head rolled back as you moaned his name your sensitive breast throbbing for him to give even more attention and he kept his hands there his balls slapping against your wet pussy as he groaned and moaned for you.

“I’m close Gray.” You whimpered slightly shutting your eyes, he nodded his head biting his lip.

“Cum for me baby girl, I want to feel your walls all tight around sucking me in. I want to feel your cum.” He moaned bending down to kiss up your back licking on your neck sucking on a spot besides your ear. In a few more thrusts you were cumming and tightening up around his member, letting him continue to pound you deeply until he was spilling his cum inside of you painting your insides white. You took deep breaths as he held onto you before a knock on the door made you both jump.

“Uhm Gray.. You might want to get your official statement for the press ready.. Your mic is still on. But as always so glad you two made up!” Jay said as he walked away from the room leaving both you and Gray embarrassed and coming down from a post orgasm together.

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Grimmjow and Ichigo’s co-inhabitance adventures! Because I keep thinking of stupid scenarios and they won’t go away until I draw them.

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The Shooting Star

A/N: Oh boy, here we go. This is my first entry one-shot for @doodledrawsthings human bill AU (which they helped edit and illustrate). For those not familiar, it’s an AU based on the Flat Dreams lore by @pengychan, basically a “what-if” scenario of Bill coming back during the Pines Twins second summer in Gravity Falls. If you’re unfamiliar with it, CHECK OUT THEIR PAGE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE. Hope you enjoy this one.

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“And this is the time DipDop and I were voted Best Dynamic Duo! Man, I can’t imagine not having my bro to count on!”

“Can we do something else.”

“Nope!”

The occupant of the kitchen chair groaned loudly, burying his face in his arms. “Tell me, Shooting Star, is TORTURING ME with POINTLESS HUMAN SENTIMENTS glued onto pieces of colorful paper some kinda elaborate revenge scheme you’re executing?”

“First, they’re not pointless. I’ll have you know I worked very hard on each of them! And second-” Mabel jumped up from her chair and smacked Bill lightly across the face. The demon recoiled with an half-annoyed half-startled snarl. “You’re being a jerk! So you get a frowny-face sticker.”

Bill slowly pried said sticker off his cheek, slowly ripped it in half with a disturbing satisfaction, and tossed the remaining pieces on the floor, his eyes never leaving Mabel’s. The demon silently got up, fixing the girl with a sneer before turning to leave. Well, that could have gone better.

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yoi fanfic rec list

hey guys, i promised to recommend you a few victuuri fanfics and here goes the list!

FLUFF:

When He’s Not Even Trying by qwartooty (2,8k words, chapters 1/1)

“Do you have any kinks?”
Viktor looked down at Phichit, surprised. “Excuse me?”
“Fetishes. Turn-ons. Things that make you go, ‘Oooh! Wow! Yeah!’”
“I know what a kink is. Why are you asking me that kind of question?”
“Don’t look so scandalized. It’s for my psychology project. Which I just told you about, but you were too busy drooling over Yuuri to listen,” Phichit said.

One Night to Blow by qwartooty (3k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor’s and Yuri’s bachelor parties (incl. Victor throwing money at pole dancing Yuuri)

Stupidly Happy With You by qwartooty (3k words, chapters 1/1) 

“You have that stupid look on your face again,” Yurio said, skating up to where Viktor was watching Yuuri.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Viktor said, putting on a very deliberate frown.
“Face it- Katsudon is sucking the cool right out of you.“
“He’s not sucking anything out of me.”
“Ohoho?” Phichit glided by them with a gleefully scandalized look on his face.

i’m not upset by bixgchan (2,5k words, chapters 2/2)

Yuuri-is-only-mine-please-back-off (aka possessive! Victor)

Addicted (to the taste of you) by smudgesofink (6k words, chapters 1/1)

post ep. 7 universe, dinner with friends (Phichit, Chris etc.) after the Cup of China: Yuuri can’t focus on anything other than Victor, incl. lots of teasing, lots of making out

From The Moon by ButterBeerBitch (5k words, chapters 1/1)

that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom

Look & See by icterine (3,5k words, chapters 1/1)

This year, Victor Nikiforov falls in love at the Grand Prix Banquet. He’s so glad he decided to show up.

kairosclerosis by celestialfics (1k words, chapters 1/1)

St Petersburg, domestic Victuuri - this should explain it all :)

Unwritten by kaizuka (34k words, chapters 6/6) - a total classic

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate.

SMUT:

Patience by martialartist816 (3,5k words, chapters 1/1)

"You said you wanted me to do something that would excite you.” Yuuri’s voice sounded cool and even above him. Victor suspected he wore a small smile. “This is what I thought of.”

Russians Do It Differently by martialartist816 (3k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. Yuuri isn’t complaining.

Appreciation by anonymous (4k words, chapters 1/1)

Victor takes care of Yuuri after the Cup of China

This Could Be Worth the Risk, Worth the Guarantee

season 12 stories [part VI]
ao3

“Tom, put daddy’s guitar down, please!” Holy crap. “Wait, JJ, stop poking Odette!” Christ, these kids are acting like they’re on crack. Where’s the goddamn food? Where’s Jared?? “Shep, stop trying to do flips off the couch! You’re gonna break your neck!”

Jensen finally gave up on his attempt to run in six different directions at once and stood up, surveying the pandemonium playing out in front of him. He and Jared had all their kids for the weekend holiday, and it had been great, really great, but it was Sunday evening and they were absolutely wired. They’d been waiting for their food to be delivered for over an hour, and as the kids had gotten hungrier they’d also gotten grumpier, so Jared (and fine, maybe Jensen would admit he was a willing participant in the horrible decision) finally broke down and gave them all snacks. Unfortunately, the only snacks they’d had available were, of course, candy. (The fact that the only edible things they had in their entire kitchen were sweet tarts, rainbow ribbons, miniature Reese’s cups, four bags of gummy bears, a twelve-pack of Coke, and eight beers was totally Jared’s fault, Jensen decided.)

But Jared had disappeared a few minutes ago, leaving Jensen all alone to try and make sure the six (were there really only six? it seemed like twenty) kids didn’t set the apartment on fire…or worse.

“Jared!” Jensen bellowed, and Jared popped his head out of their bedroom. Jensen just stood there and lifted his hands up casually, inviting Jared to notice and perhaps help control the mayhem.

“I was calling the delivery place,” Jared explained as he stepped out of the bedroom and walked down the short hallway until he was standing right in front of Jensen. “They fucking canceled our order and didn’t even let us know!” Jared’s whisper was angry.

“Well, that would’ve been helpful to know,” Jensen growled, but he was less angry and more just frustrated, resigned to the fact that it would be at least another half hour before they could get something else delivered, which meant another half hour of acting not so much like a father as a freaking zookeeper. He loved and adored every single one of their kids, but there was a reason the original plan was to just have four. Because having six children all within five years of each other was…something else. Bang-your-head-on-the-wall, cry-until-you-laugh something else.

“Okay, well, what else could get here quick? That isn’t pizza,” Jensen rushed to add, knowing exactly what Jared was about to say. And any other night, pizza would have been perfectly satisfactory, but it was Easter weekend and it was the first time that all eight of them had been together. Together without any other…family.

Jared didn’t offer up any suggestions though; he was busy ranting to himself under his breath. Jensen knew with a sudden clarity that this was not going to be one of those times when Jared just let it go. Jensen could practically see the gears whirring in his head as Jared stared intently at his phone. Jensen knew Jared had decided on a course of action when his hands stopped fidgeting and he let a large breath of air out of his body, deflating like a balloon.

Jared looked up at Jensen with a crease between his eyebrows and his teeth biting at his bottom lip. He stared at Jensen like he was waiting for his permission or something. Jensen just raised his eyebrows; it was Jared’s choice, but Jensen figured it probably wouldn’t hurt to point out the obvious.

“You’re gonna get a lot of flak if you do it,” he said. His tone was light but still matter-of-fact. Jensen had expected Jared to hem and haw, or to groan knowingly, or to roll his eyes in exasperation; what Jensen wasn’t expecting was for Jared’s eyes to be glinting darkly like he was coming up with some evil master plan.

“Yeah. But…I think I can make it worthwhile,” he said with a shrug and a smirk.

“Umm…” Uncertainty flashed through Jensen’s mind as Jared’s thumbs tapped quickly on his phone. “Whatever, I’m ordering pizza,” he muttered to himself with a sigh as he brought out his own phone and scrolled through his contacts, finding their go-to pizza place and calling in an order. It only took a few minutes, and as Jensen ended the call a Twitter notification popped up on his phone.

He groaned; he knew this could only mean one thing. Jared was already back in the living room, his attention fully on their kids, so Jensen took a quick second to check and see what Jared had posted. It was a picture—a screenshot, actually—and the caption read: .@jensenackles and I waited over an hour for @Favor for 6 combined kids. No phone call or text to let us know it got cancelled. #NeverAgain.

Jensen had to reread it four times before it completely sunk in. He stood there speechless; maybe to a casual observer it didn’t seem conspicuous, but Jared had just publicly stated that he and Jensen were together with all their kids—and no wives—on Easter.

The tweet was already racking up likes and replies and retweets or whatever, so Jensen quickly scrolled through the comments. As predicted, some were rude or downright cruel; most were supportive; and a handful were people freaking out over the exact thing that Jensen was kind of freaking out over.

Jared had soft-outed them.

That’s what Jensen had taken to calling moments like these, when one (or both) of them said or did something that just seemed to make their relationship so blatantly obvious to anyone who was willing to see. There had been many of them over the years, but over the last two or three—probably since Jensen had moved to Austin—it was like they were rapid-fire shooting them.

Little rocks and pebbles hurled at the constricting and reviled glass closet they’d been forced into so many years ago. And boy, did Jensen love the look of those cracks.

“Jay!” he called loud enough to be heard over the whines and laughs and shrieks of six little ones. Jared looked up at him from where he was wrestling on the ground with JJ. Jensen pulled up the camera on his phone and took a quick video, wanting to remember everything about this moment. “I liked your tweet!” he said, knowing that his comment could be heard in the recording.

“Hey babe, I was just making a statement about poor customer service,” he said casually, tickling their daughter into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, well…” Jensen trailed off as he walked over to them, bending forward and drawing his arm back at the same time so that he could be seen by the camera now too. He dropped onto the floor and leaned over JJ to give Jared a kiss.

“Eww!” Shep squealed right before jumping onto Jensen’s back.

“Daddy and Jensen sittin’ in a tree,” Tom sang loudly and off-key, “K-I-S-do-bo-me,” continued, changing the lyrics halfway through because he didn’t know how to spell the word ‘kissing’ quite yet.

“Where’d he learn that?” Jared asked, mock-scandalized. He looked into the camera. “Oh, right…I taught him.” He winked as Jensen cracked up and planted another kiss on Jared, his mouth still open and laughing.

“So that’s how you spend your time in Austin without me?”

“Well, I try to do all the important things while I’m there,” Jared replied. Tom tumbled over Jared’s legs and joined the group on the ground. Jensen stopped the recording and stuck his phone back in his pocket before it got stepped on by tiny but surprisingly damage-inflicting feet. The three babies were sitting in their little baby seat-things, not able to join in with the roughhousing but providing a very substantial background track. The commotion grew when the doorbell buzzed, probably the delivery guy with their pizzas.

Jared hauled himself up, Shep clinging to one shin and JJ the other, and shuffled over to the intercom to buzz the guy in. Minutes later, there was knocking on the door and Jared opened it immediately. Jensen appeared with his wallet and Tom hanging onto him in a piggyback ride.

“Looks like you’re having a fun evening,” the guy commented as he handed the pizzas to Jared and took cash from Jensen. Jensen had seen him enough over the last few years of him and Jared ordering pizza to know the guy’s name—Chris—and to have spent a few minutes here and there chatting.

“Yeah, loads” Jared said as he tried to balance the pizzas while walking towards the kitchen, dragging the two kids who were still on his legs.

“Have a good night,” Jensen grinned at Chris, who chuckled and waved before turning and heading back down the hall to the elevators.

“Okay, guys,” Jensen spoke loudly to get their children’s attention, “if you keep hanging on to us you won’t get to eat pizza—“

“PIZZA!” JJ shrieked and immediately released her grip on Jared, thumping down onto the floor. The others followed and Jared grabbed paper plates and napkins while Jensen poured drinks and heated up milk for the babies.

“You know,” Jared muttered to Jensen, “I’m kinda glad that stupid app screwed up our order.”

“Yeah? And why’s that, Padalecki?”

“Because, Ackles, now I have a good excuse when my manager calls me tomorrow to yell at me about saying I was with you and not Gen.”

“That won’t shut him up,” Jensen pointed out, internally wincing at the thought of yet another of Spilo’s red-faced meltdowns.

“True,” Jared agreed, then slipped his hand inside Jensen’s pocket and whipped out his phone. “Actually,” he said thoughtfully as he looked through something on the phone, “if I’m gonna get yelled at anyways, why don’t I just go ahead and post that video you just took?”

“Jay!” Jensen said in alarm, but there was no heat to it. Frankly, he didn’t give a shit if they accidentally (or not-so-accidentally) got outed, right here right now. However, he’d imagined the moment to be a bit more romantic and, well, epic.

“Yeah, babe, I know. I’m just kidding,” Jared sighed before handing the phone back. Jensen smiled sadly and ran his hand through Jared’s hair a few times.

“Soon,” he promised.

Later that night, Jared snored softly beside him as Jensen lay wide-awake in their bed; he’d been unable to fall asleep for hours now. He plucked his phone off the nightstand and flicked through it. His fingers shook as he composed a simple but sweet tweet and attached a video to it. He stared wistfully at the screen, his thumb hovering over the ‘tweet’ button for several minutes. He finally let out a long and slightly-pained sighed as he hit ‘X’ instead, deleting his declaration of love before anyone got the chance to see it.

Soon, he repeated to himself.