this was obviously a good use of my time

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modern disney aesthetic
↳ aladdin

I’m obviously a huge fan of snail mail (as I’m finally replying to all my letters!). I think it’s a fantastic way to interact and connect with other people

You can use any combination of the 50 suggestions below to give your penpal a better idea about who you are. It’s all about sharing and connecting!

Lists

  • States and countries you’ve been to
  • People you’d invite to a celebrity dinner
  • Your family members, and something they each like and dislike
  • What you’d put in a time capsule
  • Parts of society that you’d like to change
  • Things you’re really good at
  • Everything you’ve eaten in the past twenty-four hours
  • Things that you do every day
  • Your favourite TV shows, movies, bands, or books
  • The things you’ve dressed up as for past Halloweens
  • Unusual facts about you
  • Things that make you happy
  • Your duties at work
  • What you’re currently seeing, smelling, hearing, tasting, and feeling
  • What you collect
  • Goals lists for this month or year
  • Times you’ve performed for other people
  • Awards you’ve won
  • Nicknames you’ve had (and how you got them)
  • Sports you’ve played and/or hobbies you’ve had

Other

  • Your favourite colour
  • Your favourite cuisine
  • Your favourite beverages
  • Your favourite season
  • Your favourite word
  • Your favourite number
  • Your favourite holiday
  • Your favourite quote
  • Your favourite blog
  • Your favourite superhero
  • Your favourite Disney movie
  • The type of letters/mail you like to receive
  • The most adventurous thing you ever did
  • Your preferences: hot vs. cold, cats vs. dogs, ketchup vs. mustard, etc.
  • Whether you believe in God, ghosts, aliens, and/or magic
  • Your main mode of transportation
  • How tall you are
  • When your birthday is
  • The last movie you saw in theatres (and how it was)
  • How you would describe your fashion style
  • Your life story in six words
  • What shoes you wear the most of
  • Any fears you have
  • What you were like in high school
  • Weird/awkward dates you’ve been on
  • Something illegal you’ve done
  • Why you like mail and how you got into it
  • The silliest thing you did in the past week
  • What you would wish for right now
  • Something funny or cute your pet did

anonymous asked:

Hey !! Can u say whereabouts it says about spock's long hair in collision course ??? I have it and i've read it but i don't remember that ! Obviously i need to reread it what a good and beautiful piece of information

It’s mentioned a couple of times in the book but this is my favorite part 

Because it makes me think of this happening

His || Jungkook || 0.17

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Obviously, I’m not the best with drawing hands. But that basic shape helped me with drawing hands best. (Circle works for me too but not as good as that ‘fan shape’ my professor taught our class).

Don’t forget to keep practicing and using real life references–It’s the best way to draw good hands! Take your time drawing them! Don’t rush (unless you really wanna) It’s not a competition.

Got questions? Feel free to ask!

anonymous asked:

Get the boi some dry clothes David! And more hugs will probably help

fancy that, this is the exact uniform i was gonna give you the first time! it’s been in storage for awhile, hopefully it hasn’t been too gobbled up by moths!

Anonymous said:David, he almost killed your campers and possibly you! Why are you being so nice to him??

Anonymous said:why are you helping him he tried to kill the campers lmao

i may have missed most of what happened, but the kids have told me all about it! he tried to do some fucked up shit- and did do some fucked up shit! how can you just let him back in here!?

i won’t deny he did some bad things, i still have nightmares about the campers all wearing white and staring at me, but i’ve heard so much about him being a killer or trying to kill everyone, i haven’t seen any proof! i don’t know if i’m missing anything and i don’t know how many stories i can trust, but doing headcounts every day proves nobody was lost- well, besides daniel himself for a bit, but the point is we fixed things.

just… look at him. even a moron can see he needs help! he’s obviously not in a good place, and he obviously hasn’t had anything planned out very well like he did the first time. even if he did have some weird plan i doubt he has anything he can use besides the shirt on his back, which isn’t even his shirt at the moment.

if it’ll make you feel any better, i won’t let him out of my sight, he won’t leave my side. if he wants to get to the campers, or to you, or to the quartermaster, he’ll have to go through me! if i get hurt, who cares. best case scenario is we can take care of him, we can figure things out and help him and maybe he can become a full time counselor with us to help out! the only worst case scenario i’ll let happen is i’m the one who gets hurt and you have enough time to keep everyone safe and hold down the fort in time for the police to get here, i doubt he can do very much on a large scale. heck, the kids are probably more dangerous than he is at the moment!

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(Some context: The players had just survived killing a mind flayer and duergars to find a torture chamber. Said torture chamber sends our Dhampire PC into a PTSD-induced panic attack due to back story. In a back room, they find a ladder in a lavish hallway that leads up into an equally lavish house. The DPC uses a grapple sleep hold to put a maid unconscious, and when they encounter what is obviously the teenaged son of the person who lives here, DPC attempts the same thing… but crits.)

Me (DM): So you accidentally snapped his neck.
DPC: No! I didn’t mean it!
Battle Sorcerer (ooc): Can I parry her attack to prevent the crit?
DPC (ooc): Yeah! I’m willing! Good call.
Me: Yeah, absolutely. So the kid hollers “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” You interrupted his video game time. He’s like.. 16.
DPC (who is currently disguised as a 38 y/o man, but still sounds like a 14 y/o girl, attempting a deception check directly after the attack was parried): I’m a doctor, and these are my patients, and we come from the underground hospital that belongs to your father.
NPC kid: “My father? I’ve never known him. What are you talking about?”
Bard (ooc): Wow, that’s quite an assumption.
BS (to the DPC): Oh my god, please stop talking.
DPC: Your father has been close, living under your house this whole time.
NPC kid: “W H A T?!?!”
BS: Please stop saying things.
BS (ooc): CAN I PARRY HER IN THE FACE??

peaches (cheryl blossom x fem!reader)

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Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 767

Request: A Cheryl Blossom x Fem Reader for your riverdale ones. You’re at one of Cheryl’s parties and you’re really drunk and keep embarrassing her in front of the gang by saying soft things about your relationship and ruining her HBIC image but every time she try’s to get mad you say something cute and then run off to do more stupid things “Stop being cute I’m trying to be mad at you”

Even if Cheryl Blossom’s manor seemed gothic at times, you still felt completely comfortable as you lounged on the couch during one of her parties, waiting for her to return from wherever she went off to.

“God, Y/N. I don’t know how you do it, she scares the shit out of me.” A mutual friend your current state of mind couldn’t recall commented.

You easily laughed. You felt you were the only one who truly knew your girlfriend. “Trust me, she’s not that scary. She is waaaay too beautiful for that!” you hiccuped, the red solo cup in your hand finally getting to you.

“Y/N!” You heard Cheryl shout, grabbing your arm and pulling you up from the couch. “Are you drunk already? The party’s only been going on for half an hour!”

“But, Cheryl!” You whined. “That’s a whole thirty minutes!”

“Exactly. That’s such a short amount of time.” She said sternly, and people around the room fell silent, knowing she was taking her place.

“Uhh, that’s the same amount of time it took you to ask me out. That was a reeeaallly long time, remember? You couldn’t find the words and you just held my hand, talking about—“

“Dont!” Cheryl put a hand over your mouth. “Bring that up here!” She turned on her heel and walked away from you swiftly, going to take care of other matters while you pouted.

“Aww shit, I was hoping she would make out with you again!” A random jock high-fived another jock.

You sat back down. “Well, honestly, same.”

Reggie laughed. “Oh damn, she’s agreeing with us— she’s really out of it.”

“I do want her to kiss me…” You stated obviously, confused. “She stares into your eyes really hard right before, and her lips are so soft… and I always tangle my hand in her hair, because that’s soft too…” You grinned stupidly.

“Aww, that’s so adorable!” Betty squealed.

“Peaches!” Your girlfriend stormed into the room again, this time sitting next to you on the couch. “I told you not to tell any stories about us!”

“But whyyy? They’re so good!” You complained.

“Hey, why does she call you peaches?” Archie asked, knowing you would launch into a story and anger her further.

“Well, right before we had our first kiss—“

“Y/N!” Cheryl nudged your shoulder, but she couldn’t stop you even if she screamed, which she knew would be ridiculous.

“I was eating a lollipop, right? And she asked me what flavor it was, and I was crying and annoyed from that day because someone outed me when I didn’t want to be, so I just crossed my arms and told her to figure it out herself. So she walked right up to me, pulled it out of my mouth, and kissed me. Long and hard. And I stopped crying.” You smiled, staring off into the distance.

“That’s somehow hot and cute at the same time.” Veronica stated.

“Yeah, and then she just told me, peaches, and walked out.” You giggled.

Cheryl crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe you just told that story, and you left out the part where you avoided me for three days after that.”

“That’s because I couldn’t deal with my feelings for you… they were so much and I was just scared of myself, and I was scared that I wasn’t enough, because— you’re like, you’re everything…” You slurred again, trying to make sense through your clouded head.

Cheryl smiled softly at you and took your hand. “You are enough, how many times do I have to say that? And— wait!” Cheryl yanked her hand away from you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to be mad at you!”

“But you can’t be!” You protested.

“Oh, and why’s that?” Cheryl went back to crossing her arms, tilting her head in her typical mean-girl fashion.

“Because I love you,” You stated this as if it were obvious.

Cheryl dropped her arms, falling silent for a moment, before abruptly grabbing your face and kissing you hard as some on-lookers cheered. “I love you too,” She stood up again. “But don’t think for one second that I’m not still angry you said that for the first time in front of everyone, and drunk!”

She stomped away angrily, and while other people in the room seemed slightly uncomfortable, all you did was laugh. You were familiar enough with your girlfriend’s antics, and you shouted, “You love me!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Cheryl echoed down the hallway, and you smiled.

a/n: first kiss = true story

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hollywoodreporter.com
How Syfy's 'Wynonna Earp' Is Paying Homage to 'Buffy'
"The one thing that I strive to emulate from Buffy above everything else is that despite its camp factor and its low budget, it really was about something — about being a woman in the modern world and carving your path and making your own family," showrunner Emily Andras tells THR.

Much like Buffy, there’s some apologizing that goes along with admitting to watching Wynonna Earp. But if online fandom reveals anything, it’s that there’s an audience, and that audience is starved for strong, well written female characters. What do you hope viewers takeaway from the show?

Look, it’s a big concept, and it’s almost a hard sell. The title is slightly ridiculous, and the budget is like, $10. It’s a lot like Buffy in that way. I always say, you can see the zipper up the back of the werewolf’s costume. The one thing that I strive to emulate from Buffy above everything else is that despite its camp factor and its low budget, it really was about something — about being a woman in the modern world and carving your path and making your own family. You can enjoy Wynonna for both things. I don’t apologize for anything. Especially in today’s political landscape. I think about people who come home after a long day working, and there’s no shame in turning on a show that is pure escapism, that makes you feel joy and laugh out loud, and cry. And maybe make you feel a little empowered for 42 minutes. I want to show that there is more than one type of woman in the world, and there is more than one type of a way for a woman to be a hero. I really relate to people that have struggled to define themselves and to become who they want to be versus what society thinks they should be. It’s something I’ve fought against my whole life, and I think that’s why I feel so passionately about representing good LGBTQ on TV, as well. Obviously, the LGBTQ community is one that never sees themselves represented in a way that feels real and fresh and diverse. It’s time that our entertainment delivered real characters to us wherever possible. I just want people to feel inspired. I don’t care which character on Wynonna Earp inspires you because I think they’re all flawed and heroic in a different way. The way that people have embraced Wayhaught is huge to me, the sister relationship is huge to me, the bromance is huge to me. I tricked everybody and wrote a sci-fi show and then added a billion female characters in the traditional male roles, and it seems to be working.

You need to get to at least season 6 for your Buffy-inspired musical episode. Do you think Wynonna Earp could ever possibly go there?

Tim was on a show called Instant Star where he played a boy band manager. Obviously Dom [Provost-Chalkley as Waverly Earp] can sing as we’ve seen on an episode, Mel has a beautiful voice, Shamier is an incredibly talented singer and I believe dancer. I think Kat Barrell can sing, and if not, we can help her like they helped Amber Benson who was so shy on Buffy. And if not, she can rap. Full Haught gangster rap. With Nedley.

The online fandom, lovingly referred to as Earpers, are dissecting scenes, analyzing hand placement and making gifs four minutes after every “Wayhaught” scene.

They’re zooming in and looking at backgrounds, graffiti, outfits…

And there are Twitter handles for pieces of furniture and body parts.

Every body part of Nicole Haught has a Twitter handle
It’s hard for me to explain to people. As an artist and as a goof, how gratifying is that? That people are so in love with it that they appreciate the time and care we put into it. The online community has probably been my favorite part of this experience. When everybody’s live-tweeting together on Friday night … People love this show, but they’re also making fun of the campiness and joke about it, and it’s a safe place for us to do that. We can still be critical and tease each other about this thing we absolutely love. They’re so passionate and dedicated, and I think that’s what helped our show stand out in such a crowded landscape. Again, this is an underdog show, and it’s a hard concept to spout on Fridays at 10 p.m. I’m just really happy that it’s being judged on what it is as opposed to what it should be. I could spend the rest of my life with the Earpers. I’m so proud of them, and so lucky to be a part of it.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve getting catfished.

“Hey, so I can explain.”

 Steve looks up at the familiar voice he hears. “Bucky, why are you here?”

 Bucky sits down in the seat opposite Steve. He looks really nice- cute, actually. He’s wearing a powder blue button down shirt and a pair of khakis, both of them Steve’s pretty sure came from his closet. His hair is tied up at the back of his neck in a little knot and some of it is escaping, falling in front of his face as he slides his chair in. He tucks a strand of it behind his ears. “I told you I was about to, he says, sounding a little annoyed as he fluffs his napkin before sitting it down on his lap. “Well, I- uh-”

 “Bucky.”

 “Okay well first of all this is all your fault. Who doesn’t know who “The Rock” is?”

 “The what?”

 “The Rock, Steve. Dwayne Johnson? That’s who’s picture I used on my profile. You know the- really not ringing any bells for you? Huh. Okay. Guess you’ve been really living under a rock-”

 “Bucky.” Steve’s becoming less amused and more confused by the second. He raises an eyebrow in his friend’s direction.

 Bucky sighs before looking Steve in the eye for the first time since he’s sat down. “Well it was just a joke profile I made to mess with Sam. Obviously Sam knew right away and it was hilarious but apparently nobody ever taught you about anything good since you’ve been back. Then you messaged me and somehow managed to not figure out we were located in the same apartment. I don’t know, I kept figuring you’d figure it out and then before I knew what happened I had agreed to a date and-” he shrugs his shoulders, “it just got really out of hand.”

Steve blinks at him. He thinks that’s the most he’s heard Bucky say at once since 1945. Then it hits him, “I was flirting with you.”

“And I was flirting back, punk. I have eyes, you know and you’re easy on ‘em. Been easy on them for as long as I can remember now.” Then Bucky actually blushes and Steve finds himself being the one to look down at the napkin in his lap. His heart pounds, since this is the first time Bucky’s even hinted at remembering what they used to be. He takes a long slow breath to keep himself from smiling too hard.

“Well we might as well eat,” Steve says, breaking the tension a bit. “I hear the pasta here is good.”

“Sure. I didn’t steal these clothes from your closet for nothing.” Then after a moment, “Say, uh, do you really like to do that thing,” Bucky makes a vague gesture with his hands. It’s Steve’s turn to blush. He had honestly forgotten that he mentioned all that to ‘Dwayne’. He’d be actually embarrassed instead of flustered if he didn’t know for a fact that he and Bucky had done that quite a few times back when.

“With Dwayne? Definitely.” He’s still red as ever but manages to keep speaking, since doing that thing with Bucky sounds like the best thing in the world to him. “With you? Buck, I’m pretty sure you invented that move. You definitely taught me it.”

“Huh,” Bucky says, his eyebrows lift in surprise. “Care to be the teacher this time?” Bucky bites at his lower lip and okay, maybe they should just skip this date all together.

“I hear the pasta here is overrated, actually. We should just go home.”

Bucky smiles, “Dwayne agrees.”

Ariana is coming back to Manchester to do a concert with loads of people raising money for charity and it’s amazing. It’s so good and heart-warming because obviously, I lived in Manchester for two years and it’ll always be one of my favourite places and I know for a fact how amazing the community of people that live in Manchester are, so I think that’s good. I think it’s horrible situations like this, we have to look to the goodness that it reminds us all of, which we… you know, don’t take for granted on a day-to-day basis how kind and generous and you know when people come together as a community to support each other, how nice humanity can be. ‘Cause we spend a lot of time thinking humanity is terrible and society is doomed and things like this can just go to show, I mean I’m very happy about that kind of stuff.
— 

@danielhowell​ during his live show on the 30th of May 2017

Quotes from Dan (51/?)

What happened in Manchester was horrible and vile but the way people have come together and reacted afterwards is so beautiful.

amillionsummers  asked:

Hi Cassie, I have two questions. The first one is: can you tell us what kind of danger they are going to face? You can give us a clue (if you want obviously) but since the threat from LM is out, what's coming? And the second is: are you coming to Argentina in the near future? because you are my hero literally and I NEED to meet you so bad

TDA Team Good? They face the wrath of faerie kings and ancient immortal warriors, the schemes of the Seelie Queen, the restless dead and the bigots of the Clave; just a Tuesday in the life of Shadowhunters, really. 

As for Argentina, I’ve been invited and I’d love to go, just trying to scrape out some time!

UNBELIEVABLE : PART ONE

RACE X READER

[NEWSIES]

REQUEST(S):  “Any Race imagine but if it could be funny that would be amazing because I love Race and I’m in the mood for funny. Thank you for doing this!”

“If you wrote race x reader I would love you forever”

SUMMARY: Y/N is breaking one of the most important and enforced newsie rules. And, worse than that, she’s got a crush on her way too attractive selling partner that simply won’t go away.

A/N: okay so apparently i’m incapable of writing short imagines because this’ll have a part two coming soon. there’s not too much race x reader in this one because it’s more of a buildup, but next part will have more of that. i tried my best to make it funny, i guess? and by that i mean i just let the narrator (reader) go with barely any filter on their thoughts so, enjoy!

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When it came to being a newsie, there were rules in place that really should be followed. I had never been one to really favor breaking the rules without necessary, so I followed as many as possible:

1. Pay for your papes
2. Do whatever it takes to sell them
3. Don’t steal anybody’s anything
4. Do not come back with papes left unless you want to be eating them for dinner

There are some rules, however, that just have to be broken. Such as lucky rule number five:

5. No girls allowed

This rule in particular was bullshit in my opinion, and really it was there for no reason. Why would The World deny having more papers sold just because a girl was selling them? Honestly, it’s like these guys know nothing. But, you know, it wasn’t too much of a setback. It just meant getting up earlier than all the other boys to make sure all my hair stayed tucked in my cap, wrap up my chest a little bit (since boys aren’t exactly supposed to have breasts) - oh, and no talking. Ever.

Me attempting to imitate a boy’s voice was just too pathetic, and this way I would never slip up. Sure, it takes a lot of restraint to not scream at some of the boys sometimes, but it pays for the food. Plus, the minute the boys found out I was “mute” they rejoiced - according to them I was a gold mine. All I needed was a selling partner, and we’d make easy money.

Race had jumped at the opportunity. Sometimes I wish he hadn’t. It’s much harder to pretend to be a straight boy when your partner’s smile is so cute you’re pretty sure it’s not even legal. And, God, that damn smirk of his. How’s a girl supposed to stay in control when he’s making some dumb joke, sporting that smirk with his hair all messed up from a day of selling papes? It’s just unfair.

And of course I had wished for someone to confide in. I hadn’t talked at all in months, and I could barely remember what my voice sounded like. When I got time alone, sometimes I would whisper to myself under my breath just for relief purposes. There’s just so much to talk about, and I haven’t gotten to say any of it all because of some stupid rule that says I can’t be a girl if I want to sell papes. From the very beginning I had been dying to find someone who I trusted enough to tell without them blabbing to everyone, but I just hadn’t worked up the courage yet. I certainly hadn’t planned to have Katherine find out because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

She was walking with me on the way back to the lodge and she was working on an article, thinking out loud at she wrote. “Ugh, I need a good synonym for amazing. I’ve used that word like five times already.” She ran a hand over her face, obviously in distress, and it just kind of slipped out.

“Phenomenal.” Her eyes widened and she looked up from her paper at me slowly, shock overtaking her face. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I felt the panic start to take hold of me.

“You - you can talk? Oh my god, oh my god. Were you just pretending to sell more papers? That’s some damn good commitment you got there…”

“Please don’t tell anyone!” I squeaked, which was very much the wrong thing to do, because up until this point she had only heard me say one word - and gender is kind of hard to determine from four syllables. However, when you’ve said an entire sentence in your much-higher-than-a-boy’s voice, that kind of gives it away. For a second time, she freaked.

“You’re a girl! That’s why you don’t talk! That’s hilarious!” She broke out laughing as I stood there, still scared out of my mind but a little bit calmed by her lack of anger. “I won’t tell any of the boys, promise,” she breathed, smiling. “Oh, but this is so great! Finally, another girl I can talk to about these damn boys!” I laughed at that, and soon we were both giggling like idiots.

Suddenly, her face lit up. “How long has it been since you got to, you know, lose the getup?”

“Don’t know, lost count.” I shrugged and she squealed. Grabbing my arm and dragging me in the opposite direction of the lodge. “Kath, we’re going the wrong way.”

“Nope, you’re not going to the lodge.”

“I’m not?”

“No, you’re staying at my place and you’re going to get to be a girl again for tonight.”

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“Hey! Anybody seen Mute?”

A chorus of ‘no’s came as a response, and Race sighed. He’d left his partner with Katherine, but they had yet to make it to the lodge and it was already dark. Jack was worried as well, both of them concerned that something had happened. Mute was a great selling partner with all the sympathy he ignited, but he was a scrawny guy and if someone had attacked them, Race wasn’t sure Mute would’ve been able to fight them off. Eventually, it got too late, and both he and Jack fell asleep.

__________

An hour before the boys woke up for the morning, I came sneaking through the lodge door, already prepped and ready for the day (hair clipped in place thanks to Katherine, and breasts securely flat). I’d spent the night with Katherine sharing stories and finally talking about all the things I’d been dying to say. Saying Kath was excited when I went on a rant about how annoyingly attractive Race was was an understatement - the reporter was ecstatic. I tried to calm her down - “it’s never gonna happen, Kath, to him I am and always will be a boy. And even if he’s gay, I can’t even speak” - but it was no use.

We hadn’t actually ended up sleeping. Instead, we’d spent the early hours making me look like a boy again, with some added improvements. Before I’d left, Kath had given me a book, so when I arrived back at the lodge and there was a little while before the morning bell would ring, I sat on my bunk and read.

The minute the morning bell rang, the lodge filled with noise. All the boys were waking up and fighting for space. In order to avoid the chaos, I walked outside, leaving the book on my bunk. I was enjoying the small noises of a New York morning when suddenly someone was standing next to me.

“You and Kath get back alright last night? Didn’t see you before I fell asleep.” The mere sound of Race’s voice made my face heat up and I hated it. The fact that he had noticed my absence made my heart skip a beat, even though I was sure it was more of a brotherly type of “this kid can’t even talk he needs to be protected” kind of way. I nodded as a response and he gave a little nod of his own.

After the previous night I wanted more than ever to tell Race everything. Maybe if he knew I was a girl things would be different. Maybe if I could actually talk to him, this whole thing would be easier.

“Mornin’ boys!” Jack came up behind us with Crutchie beside him. “Hey Mute, Kath get home okay?” Before I could respond with a nod, Race was talking.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He pointed down the street a little where Katherine appeared to be sprinting toward us at full speed. When she reached us she was panting heavily, attempting to relay what must’ve been important news.

“The Delanceys… they’re coming here… heard something about a girl Newsie,” she said in between breaths. I felt my heart stop in my chest. Being discovered as a girl by the boys or Katherine was one thing, being discovered by the Delanceys was another. They wouldn’t hesitate to take me away for breaking the rules, and I don’t think the fact that I’m a girl would stop them from roughing me up a bit.

“I think we would’ve noticed if one of was a girl,” Romeo said, causing all the boys to laugh. By now everyone was up and gathered. Katherine kept glancing around and I could tell she was panicking. I made brief eye contact with her and I’m sure she could see the fear in my eyes. She was doing a better job at hiding it. I was about to start shaking uncontrollably. In the distance, The Delancey brothers could be seen walking in our direction.

“You smell that boys?” Race called out, smiling as the Delancey brothers scowled. “It smells like we got the bad kind o’ company!”

“I’d shut your mouth if I were you,” Morris growled.

“We got reason to believe one of you maggots has been breaking the rules. Youse hiding a girl in that lodge of yours.” Jack stepped up to Oscar confidently, no hesitation  in his stance.

“What - you sayin’ we wouldn’t be able to tell if we’s had a girl selling papes with us? We ain’t hiding no girls.” I wondered what would happen if Jack knew that he was lying. More importantly, what would happen if the Delanceys started poking around? They so much as knock my cap off my head an I’m a goner. It was too late to pull it down to hide my face more, it would be too suspicious. Plus, it was already blocking my face some, as usual.

I tensed as the brothers started walking through the crowd of boys. They were met with plenty of laughs and jeers, and quite a few jokes made. The world stopped.

And then started again as the Delancey boys begrudgingly left, not having found what they were looking for. The newsies taunted them as they walked away and I let out a sigh of relief.

“That was a close one,” Katherine gave a little laugh.

“Whaddya mean?” Jack asked, and I froze again. “Why was it a close one?” I watched as Katherine tensed up, trying to form some sort of explanation the wouldn’t give me away.

“Well, you know, I - uh…. I thought that, maybe, he was gonna… hit you? Yeah! I thought he was gonna hit you, but he didn’t…. So it was a close one?” Jesus Christ, Kath, really?

Murmurs were starting to get louder throughout the crowd as everyone began to search for the supposed girl among them. Race wasn’t looking at me at all, and I really don’t know whether I was relieved or offended. Maybe he trusted me too much to think I would lie. Not that I ever actually said I wasn’t a girl. Or, you know, said anything at all. If I was any of these boys, I would honestly choose myself as suspect number one. Who trusts someone you know nothing about because they can’t tell you? Ridiculous.

“It’s only a close one if one of us is actually a girl,” Crutchie spoke up. I could tell he was trying to save Katherine, God bless his pure little soul, but Kath and I were in deep shit now.

“Well, I mean…” She shot an almost unnoticeable glance my way, as if asking if it was okay. I almost nodded yes. Almost. Except then Morris Delancey was back and standing behind Katherine, and I was ready to just drop dead because this entire situation was one big piece of shit that I was not planning on when I didn’t sleep at all.

“You got information you’d like to share?” Morris asked Katherine. Her face contorted with anger as she spun on him.

“If I did I certainly wouldn’t tell you!

“I think we left a little too soon earlier, didn’t get a chance to really check.” Oscar Delancey was standing directly behind me and his voice sent chills down my spine. How the hell did he even get there? It’s not even noon and this has got to be the worst day of my life.

And then Katherine did exactly what she shouldn’t have done. She glanced at me. And Morris saw it. In seconds, he was walking towards me. As I prepared to exposed, or maybe even hit, Race stepped in front of me quickly. He stood defiantly, staring Morris down.

“Move out my way.”

“Leave ‘im alone, he ain’t done nothin’ wrong. He can’t even speak.” Okay, maybe not the worst day. Some good things have happened. For instance, Race has showed that he cares about me twice already. Plus, if I looked down just slightly I’d have a great view of his ass (not that I’m thinking about that at all).

“Aw, have we got ourselves a poor little mute?” Oscar taunted from behind me. He was closer to me now, making it much harder to stay calm.

“I said leave ‘im alone,” Race spoke, his voice much more demanding (which was damn attractive but now’s not really the time for that).

“Whatchya gonna do 'bout it?” Oscar Delancey’s hand came down on my shoulder and my entire body tensed up. And then I was off. I sprinted past Race, Morris, and Katherine. I heard the Delanceys shouting and running after me, and I was sure the boys were in absolute chaos because by now they would’ve realized that I’m the girl who broke the rules and became a newsie.

As I reached a familiar alleyway I took a sharp right and tucked myself against the wall, watching as Morris and Oscar ran past my hiding spot. I headed further down the alley, coming to what appeared to be a dead end, but really it wasn’t. Race had shown me this place our first week as partners. After a little bit of squeezing, I was through the other side and strolling leisurely down the street, headed in the direction of the lodge. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I returned, but I really had nowhere else to go.

As I got closer I could sense the commotion. I was positive at least some of the newsies had gone out to sell papes, but Race and Jack would’ve stayed behind to question Katherine. Davey would be there by now, and I wondered if he’d been filled in yet. As I walked into the lodge I got five pairs of eyes all suddenly on me. Race, Katherine, Jack, Davey, and Crutchie were all sitting and talking.

“Mute! Thank god you’re okay, we were so worried!” Crutchie was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but be confused. It was Crutchie after all, but even he seemed a bit happy considering he should’ve just found out that I’d basically been lying to him. No doubt Kath had explained that I wasn’t actually mute, and I had a real name that definitely wasn’t Mute.

“Oscar sure scared ya, but you’re safe with us,” Race smiled at me (and my heart melted).

“Sorry I missed it, Mute,” Davey gave me an apologetic smile. “I can’t believe the Delanceys really thought one of us was a girl,” he laughed.

Wait, what?

I caught Kath’s eye and she winked at me. No way. Absolutely no way. I sprint away while they’re talking about a girl secretly being a newsie and they still don’t figure it out?

“Unbelievable.”

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side note: I don’t mean to offend anyone with the picture of what a girl is painted in this imagine, I’m basing it more off standards/expectations of girls during the time period

exhibitionistatheart  asked:

I ended up with a following and it's exhausting. Getting a little snarky is human. Most of the time I check myself, but lately it's really hard. I never blocked anyone, till I someone told me I was basically an object and if I didn't meet the expectation they had come to believe about me, I was the problem. Wrong. It's not our responsibility to be anything other than ourselves. And if someone chooses to take it and attach their bias, that's on them. Get on with your bad self. Meow. 🐱❤️

Getting a little snarky is human. Most of the time I check myself, but lately it’s really hard.

I don’t want to presume to know your leanings, but for those of us on the Left, and for a lot of the women I know, we all feel raw right now. Every fucking day brings some new fresh hell, as we are forced day after day after day to watch the very worst of humanity (with a fucking abuser at the top of the whole thing) attack and destroy the things we love and care deeply for. That takes a toll (and I say this knowing that I am in a position of incredible privilege, so I can only imagine how a vulnerable human must be feeling right now.)

I was basically an object and if I didn’t meet the expectation they had come to believe about me, I was the problem.

I’m not saying that this is happening to me right now, but it does happen. It happens to all of us who are in someone’s life in a way that’s intimate for the audience, but doesn’t involve reciprocal intimacy for the artist: we stop being people, and we start being things. 

Most of the time, it comes from a place of genuine goodness, (Like if I ever met Dita von Teese, I know that I’d faint, because OBVIOUSLY, but I don’t harbor any illusion that I would be special or memorable to her, because we don’t have that kind of two-way relationship) but it can cross a line and become a kind of ownership, which is harmful and not okay.

I do my best to be patient and understanding when someone gets excited at me the way I got excited at Neil deGrasse Tyson, or Billie Piper, or Edward James Olmos, or President Obama (I’m thrilled to be that person to someone else, to be honest). But when someone demands that I jump through a specific set of hoops because of reasons, I tend to knock the hoops over and set them on fire.

…and to think this all went up like a tire fire today because I made a joke about cats.

Monsta X Reaction to: Being on a Date & Their GF Getting Surrounded by Flirtatious Men

Hello! :D Can I request a Monsta X reaction when they are on a date with their gf, they leave her to go somewhere and when they return (minutes later), about 3-5 men are flirting with her? She is confused as hell. :D Thank you!


Shownu: Rejoins you and sits for while, unsure of what to do. The guys act as if they can’t see him and he knows they must understand he’s your boyfriend. Yet why haven’t they left?

“Excuse me,” he tries to say, but they keep talking.

He clears his throat. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you but we’re on a date so I’ll have to ask you to leave.” He’s so polite and his voice so soft, that they simply laugh at him. His take charge instincts kick in and he stands, towering over them both height and build wise. “I’ll repeat myself one more time but I won’t say this again. We’re on a date. I’d like it if you all left.”

Originally posted by xhownu

Wonho: Tries to use his physique to his advantage, knowing that muscles can seem intimidating. While flexing for all he’s worth, he’ll approach and ask you;

“Baby, is there a problem?”

Originally posted by thot-el

Minhyuk: He feels kind of bad for the men. Obviously, they have good taste but unfortunately for them, you’re taken. He doesn’t want to start a fight so he approaches them calmly, yet firmly tells them;

“Gentlemen, sorry to interrupt! But my girlfriend and I are busy on our date so I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Kihyun: Smol but fierce. He’ll march up, ready to Fight™ and doesn’t even let the men speak before he tells them;

“I have one thing to say … You have five seconds to get out of here. Or else I’m ringing the police. Do you know who I am? No one will believe the word of a thug over an idols. It’s in your best interest to leave right now.”

Originally posted by kihqun

Hyungwon: He’ll be immediately suspicious of them, once he sees that they’ve crowded around you. He’ll slip in beside you, giving them all a scathing smile.

“Ah, (Y/N), do you know these men? If not, they really shouldn’t be here disturbing our date, should they?” Makes smart remarks and shoots dirty looks until they decide to leave.

Originally posted by hyungvon

Jooheon: His natural facial expression can look scary so the men are immediately put off when he approaches and slings an arm over your shoulder. They make an excuse and run off. With them gone, a dimpled smile breaks out on his face.

“I’m not surprised they ran away! I was a tiger in my previous life, you know!”

Originally posted by imjooheon

I.M: His eyes look dark and murderous. But he’d rather not start a scene. Instead, he forces a smile and wraps you in his arms. “Babe, who are these guys?” If they don’t get the hint or start becoming aggressive, his words will turn harsh and he’ll drag you away.

“You were ‘keeping her busy?’ Is that a new way of saying ‘being creeps’?”

Originally posted by lim-changkyun

roasteddoge  asked:

Why dont you make Pay??????

Eh… I don’t want to.

But for real. You got a seat and some snacks?

I love Pay. I really do. I’m a sucker for secret twin/sibling stuff. And @trashpandaballs did an amazing job when he created him. He’s complex and well rounded enough that a lot of people can relate to him in someway.

And being such a great fandom character, many use his character go over addictions, mental issues, and emotions in general. As well as play out humor, practice cute outfits, and think about sibling bonding.

But some of those reasons why he’s relatable is also why I’m hesitant to draw him. Mostly, I end up changing him from his original design.

You see,under all the sass and fun, Pay is a drug and alcohol addicted man, who suffers from depression, at least that’s what I’m perceiving. He also is a rent boy ( ?is that what it’s called?) so that he can make ends meat and is in some why hurt from tough dealings all the time.

And the Pay I draw, ends up being a depressed man that is seeking to get there life together, because they’re learning that they deserve to have a life and to experience happiness. And sometimes gets bruises because he knocks into furniture due to having long limbs.

I honestly don’t see Pay that way. Or at least the way he is portrayed. It doesn’t make very much sense to me. (I also doubt that Pat would ever let Pay get to that level of homelessness or starvation without doing something.)

Knowing who Pat is, the character that is, and how he acts, gives no indication of a rough up bringing. Most of the time, Pat is shown being a pretty good adult. So however Pat was brought up, Pay would have been brought up the same way. Though that’s not to say twins will be exactly the same if raised in the same environment.

Take me and my brothers for example. (not exactly twins but) We all have loving parents who taught us to be kind, generous, independent, and responsible. And yet being raised the same, taught the same, and loved the same. We could obviously not be any more different. But we have the same morals, mannerisms, humor, and some other base stuff.

So again, whatever Pat learned as a kid is what Pay would have learned too. Not to mention how loving and attentive Pat can be. If Pat were to act like my brothers or me, he would love and care for Pay through all has mental issues and help him wholeheartedly. And Pay would give the same care and love to Pat. Most siblings who have a healthy family bond, will stick together and take care of each other.

Communication is also a big thing between me and my siblings. I doubt that Pat would just drop all contact with Pay because of work. And even with the distance between them, Pat being in the Red Army, they would still find time to talk with each other. I think I should have some experience in this, especially with my brother being in the US Army now.

But yeah. To sum it all up. I just can’t think of why Pay would ever be that way. Or at least a drug addicted rentboy.

I can definitely see him being a recovering alcoholic who has depression and is finally seeking therapy for said depression. Men who are depressed tend to turn to alcohol to “get over it” Statistically, that makes the most sense to me. (especially since i know Pat would keep Pay from doing illegal substances) But with all this kinda going through my head for Pay, I hesitate to draw him because I respect for other people’s ocs and au’s.

 I love trashpandaball’s idea and concept of Pay. And if I could, I would ask if it was okay for me to do that. But with Del gone rn, I have no concrete way of asking for permission to put out my headcannons of Pay like that. I’ll still draw them, but rarely. Mostly because I wouldn’t want it to seem like I’m trying to push my interpretation of Pay over Del’s.

Then again, Pay is just a hypothetical sibling made up by the fandom for a fictional character in a cartoon to give more content and entertain us while the actual show is at a standstill. So not much of this actually is serious, it’s all for fun.

sketchwolf17  asked:

Hey cookie, I have an art question. I used to own the cheapest, smallest wacom tablet you can buy cause it was on sale and a birthday gift from two years ago. Recently my dog broke it and I'm in a market for a new one. I noticed your tablet is the same I'm using at college so I'm wondering, should I get what I used to have or buy a Bamboo to get used to it?

Wacom is obviously the best choice when you don’t kno’ the tablet market. You can buy the same as you had, i dunno’ which one it is but maybe it’s worth it? ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

Howeveh, i’ll recommend you to not buy mine. Not for the quality. but bc it’s over-priced. 

If you’re as broke as meh and search for a cheap but very good tablet , take a look at Huion tablets. Even the most cheap one will be as effective as a Wacom.

IF you have the time to command it. please,do it. If not, my wacom bamboo pen and touch is the most common one so yea’, you’ll get used to it VERY easily.

It’s just that for more or less 60-70 $ you can get a huion that worths a 180 $ wacom one. (*◕ᴗ◕*)

Huion-H610PRO on Amazon  / there are other less pricey !

                                              Please Jeff, stay.

A/N: It’s been a while since my last imagine and as you can see this time it’s not one about Reggie.

I just love Jeff so much and he obviously DESERVED BETTER, so I hope you like it. He doesn’t die in this one and honestly I don’t think I will ever write one of those because I lost someone ina¡ a car accident and I can’t even read the imagines about Jeff dying because I literally cry.

Please don’t ever drink and drive and always be careful on the road. Be safe. ❤️

Warnings: Maybe some misspelled things, but I’m Spanish, I try my best.  😁

Words: 1.604

Masterpost

Requests are open


I wasn’t someone new at all in Liberty high even though it seem like I was. I went to school with most of the people in this high school, I was their classmate until the first year in high school when I moved to another city, but now I was back for my junior and senior year.

So as I was saying I wasn’t a new student, but people acted like they didn’t know who I was, they treated me like if I didn’t knew the place or the students and after explaining a few people the whole story I gave up and I just went along.

It has been a week since I arrived and I still noticed the stares I got in the halls and how when I passed next to a group of girls they would start whispering. I knew they were talking about me, I knew there were rumours out there but I didn’t care at all.

One morning while I was grabbing a book from my locker and thinking about nothing in particular I heard someone calling me from behind and when I turned I realized it was Jeff Atkins.

“Hey! You are Jedd right?” I was trying to make a joke but I saw that he was taking it seriously so I stopped trying to be funny “Just kidding, I remember you Jeff” when I said that he smiled again.

“I just wanted to know how are you handling being in Liberty high again” Jeff has always been one of the few good people around here, he wasn’t afraid to talk with everyone even though he didn’t know that person, and he was so nice with every one, that was one of the reasons why all the girls always liked him and I was sure that hasn’t change a bit.

“Fine, I guess” I said closing my locker “it is like no one remembers me tho”

“If it makes you feel better I didn’t forget about you” I gave him a smile “and Clay and Tony remember you too” he sounded like he was trying to play down about what he said first.

“It makes me feel better, indeed” we remain silence, it was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know why he came to talk to me in the first place, I was grateful because it really felt good to know that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me, but still it felt odd having in account he was one of the most popular guys in high school.

The bell saved us from that silence, we had to go to class so I just say goodbye and I started walking to my next class, but Jeff called me again and I turned to look at him.

“Are you going to Jess’ party tonight?” I didn’t know why he was so interested suddenly, but it didn’t bother me at all.

“I don’t know, are you?”

“Definitely”

“Then maybe I’ll show up” I answered giggling and turning again to leave that hall.

Was I being flirty with Jeff Atkins? I had no idea how I got to that point, but I had done it and I think he wanted me at the party, despite that fact I didn’t want to create false illusions to find out that it was all part of some fantasy of mine.

I didn’t think about that for the rest of the day until I saw my new friend Hannah Baker and she talked to me about that party and how Clay asked her if she was going to go. Neither of us knew what to do, we had thought of doing something more relaxing than a party, but we decided to go.

I was designated driver for the night, so that way Hannah could drink whatever she wanted. I didn’t have a problem because I actually didn’t like alcohol like most of the teenagers, so I drove very happy.

When we arrived to the party it was pretty crowed, the house was full and also was the front yard. Most of the people there were already wasted.

We went to the kitchen while I was looking for a certain someone, but I wouldn’t say that out loud, I think Hannah was looking for someone too and she was the first to find him.

We approached Clay and a big smile appeared in his face when he saw us.

“I didn’t know you were coming!”

“We are full of surprises” Hannah answered almost sounding nervous.

“There are drinks in the kitchen… we can go there”

“Not form me, designated driver” I said pointing at me.

“I’ll drink for you” Hannah added.

We followed Clay to the kitchen, but I looked outside in the way and I found who I was looking for. I tapped Hannah in the shoulder so she could see me going to the back yard.

I laid on the wall and I looked at him until he looked in my direction and when he noticed me I saw a bigger smile in his face.

I waved at him and started to walk in his direction, but he reached me before I could walk more than two steps.

“You came” I don’t know how he did it, but his smile was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah… but not because I like parties” I answered giggling “I’m…” I looked around before ending the sentence “working as cupid” I added in a whisper “Hannah obviously likes Clay, so I came to make sure they spend time together and hopefully something happens in the process and I’m proud to admit that I’m reaching my goal”

“Wow, we have more in common than I thought” did he really spend time thinking about what we had in common? “Because I’ve been trying to get those two together since Hannah came to Liberty” I couldn’t help but smile when I talked to him.

“We’re really good friends, they own us so much” I laughed.

“Hey (Y/N)!” we both looked in Jess’ direction; she was calling me from the door “Do you want to join us? We’re playing suck and blow”

I felt Jeff’s gaze on me even before Jess could finish her proposal and to be honest I couldn’t help but grimace thinking about kissing some drunk teenage by accident.

“No Jess, thank you, but I’m good” she was pretty wasted because she almost fell when she tried to go back inside the house.

I looked at Jeff again and I found his blue eyes on me, which made me a little nervous, but I controlled myself

“Do you want to play beer pong?” he offered

“I have to drive, I can’t drink”

“You can drink Coca-Cola, like me”

“Then count me in, I can teach you how to aim” I laughed passing by his side as if I knew where I had to go.

I joined him and a couple of his friends, who were drunk already.

I wasn’t joking when I said I had a good aim, I got the ball in every cup, making Jeff’s friends to drink even more.

I was having so much fun, Jeff and I were in the same team and we were clearly winning so we got to the point where we throw the ball in different funny ways like for example shooting while I was on Jeff’s back.

We were flirting all the time, teasing each other when it was each other turn, Jeff covering my eyes, tickling me and me trying to tickle him. I almost forgot we weren’t alone.

“I should look for Hannah” I said breathless for all the laughing.

“She’s over there with Clay” I followed Jeff indication and I saw them sitting by the pool, just talking.

“Hey Atkins! We need more beer!” I turned to look at who was saying that, but I didn’t know who he was.

“No problem!” Jeff answered.

My facial expression changed suddenly and I think Jeff noticed because his changed when he turned to me.

“Are you really going?”

“Yeah” he looked confused by my reaction.

“They had enough for tonight; they won’t even notice the lack of alcohol in their systems”

“Hey you don’t have to worry, I had two beer two hours ago, you’ve seen me drinking Coca-Cola” but that didn’t calm me, I wasn’t a big fan of driving in general, I lost someone in a car accident and I’ve been pretty scared since then.

“I know, but… maybe there’s someone out there who is driving drunk and you pay the consequences”

“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone” he said caressing my arm, trying to calm me.

I saw him leaving, but I couldn’t let him go so I called him again and he turned in my direction.

“Please Jeff… stay” he remained silent, looking my way, probably really confused, but he smiled again and came to me.

“Why it is so important? I’ve done this a lot of times, I’ll be fine”

“Because…” I looked to my side, thinking if I was going to do what I was thinking right now. It was now or never, so I cupped his face with my hands and sorted the distance between our lips.

He kissed me back and I could hear people whistling around us, something that made me laugh in the kiss.

“Is this a good reason?” I asked when we broke the kiss.

“A really good one” he answered kissing me again before I could say anything else.

Can I keep you? Pt. 4

(A/N) I just pressed the wrong button and uploaded it without all the tags! :D I’m a genius. Either way. I hope you like this part. Side note: I haven’t seen ‘Homecoming’, but I heard something about Tony giving Peter a suit or soemthing like that. If you know more, feel free to let me know!! :)

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Original: here

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Originally posted by literallymybritishlife

Even though it was the middle of the night, the city was as bright as day thanks to all the lights. Loki still had his arms wrapped around my body, while I lied my right cheek against his chest and stared out at Manhattan.
Neither of us spoke, the only sounds were those of the people and cars and me sniffling from time to time. Silent tears still ran down my cheeks and Loki’s shirt already had a wet stain on it.
“I’m sorry ‘bout your shirt.” I tried to take a step back and distance myself from the god, but he immediately pulled me back against him.
“Have I ever told you how I found out that I was adopted?” His chin rested on top of my head, while he slowly stroked my back. Shaking my head, he took one of my hands and let me to the edge of the flat roof. Sitting down, with me leaning against him, he started telling me the story, while using his magic to produce images.
“To be honest, I’ve always felt different from Thor. Not just because we are so different in every single aspect, but I’ve never felt as if I really belonged with him, Odin and my moth-Frigga. Odin always treated me differently, he obviously liked Thor better. I just told myself that it was because Thor was older and was more brutal than me. I was just as good in fighting as he was, but I…I was more graceful. And as a bonus, I studied ‘magic’. Thor tried, but didn’t get very far. But, that’s a story for another time. Either way, my suspicion was finally confirmed when I visited, well ‘visited’ is not the right word, we somehow attacked Jotunheim. For our defense, they attacked us first. That somehow was my fault as well, but I’ll tell you about that another time. So we attacked Jotunheim and the ‘Frost Giants’ didn’t really liked us being there, so they fought against us. During the battle, I was touched by one of them. You see, normally, if someone, that isn’t a ‘Frost Giant’ is touched by one, they will suffer wounds from the cold, but I…I just turned blue. Or better said, the part where he touched me turned blue.”
“That sounded sexual.” “Oh hush! Where were we? Right, during the battle, Odin appeared and rescued us all. He banished Thor, since it was his idea to attack and break the peace agreement. Shortly after, I confronted Odin about my true heritage, but he, being the weakling, he is, broke down. Again, story for another time. My mo-Frigga told me that they loved either way, but…well…how was I supposed to believe that? Odin always chose Thor over me, and it finally made sense why. At that time, I wished that old oaf would’ve just left me on Jotunheim to die when I was just a baby, aft-“
“Don’t say that!” I hit his chest, causing him to look at me with wide eyes. “I’m happy that Odin took you with him! I’m happy that everything turned out the way it turned out. If it didn’t…well…you wouldn’t be here right now. And I don’t want that.” I didn’t look at him while ranting about my feelings.
I still couldn’t look at him after I finished. Well, not until he took my chin and made me look at him. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that, my sweet Y/N.” He kissed my forehead and pulled me down to the floor.
Peter and my father were long forgotten. I would have to face them soon enough anyway. That’s why, I decided to enjoy my time up here.
“Does your story continue?”
“There is not much to be honest. I tried to take over Asgard, and failed. I tried to take over New York, and failed. Now I’m here and my main goal is to annoy the Avengers as best as I can. Other than that, there is nothing.” I didn’t need to be the goddess of mischief to know that he was lying to me. There was more. But for now, I’ll leave him be.
So, we stayed up on the roof until, I had troubles keeping my eyes open.
Loki picked me up bridal style and teleported to his room. Outside, we could hear a commotion going on. The others were apparently searching for me and Loki. Loki! I forgot! The others still hated him! They will never trust him after today! I’m such an idiot.
“I need to go to my room.” I was already at the door, when Loki grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him. “I won’t let you go tonight. You need someone, and unless you don’t want me to, I’ll be that someone.”
He was right. I needed someone. Plus, I didn’t have enough energy to face my father or Peter yet.
I allowed Loki to pull me back, towards the bed, and tug me in.
Without asking, he picked up Pride and Prejudice and continued reading where he left off yesterday. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep, and again, just before a dream took over my mind, I felt Loki lay down next to me.
In my dream, I was on a cold and dark planet. I’m positive, I would’ve frozen to death, if it wasn’t for a blue giant, with red eyes, protecting me.

Natasha POV

After Loki teleported out of the room, with Y/N in his arms, shit got real. Tony send most of the guests home and everyone that was left, helped searching for the two of them.
I didn’t trust Loki, why would I? He, kind of, kidnapped Clint and tried to take over planet. No reason to trust him. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling, that this time he was the knight in shining armor and Tony and Peter were actually those who we should protect Y/N from.
I searched the floor where the living room was located on, together with Steve and Peter. We looked into every room, searched every storeroom and broke open every locked door. Still, we couldn’t find Y/N or Loki. Sitting down on a couch in the living room, only an occasional sigh or huff was heard. Well, until I couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
“What did you do to Y/N?” I turned to Peter, who looked at me startled and with fear in his eyes. “Ah…I-I didn’t do anything!” His lie was as obvious as Thor’s pride. “Spit it out boy!” Steve towered over Peter, while still sitting. I guess, I’m not the only one that developed a liking towards Y/N in those two days.
“I-I made a deal with Mister Stark. He helped me learning to control my powers and gave me a suit. In exchange, I looked after his daughter at college and played her boyfriend. Just to, you know, keep the other guys away from her. I never thought she would really lov-“ He was cut short by Steve grabbing his collar and lifting him up. “What the actual fuck were you thinking?!” I looked at Steve stunned. You really made him mad kid. That was the first time I heard Cap swear.” I walked over to the patriot, glaring at Peter. He was clearly scared, looking between Steve and me, never setting his eyes on one of us.
“What is going on here?” Tony walked in and Steve let go of the boy. Peter ran out of the room, fleeing from the scene.
“You are asking us?” My voice was laced with venom. All I wanted to do right now, was to kill Tony then and there. “What do you mean?” Pepper, who has returned this evening, stood beside Tony, and looked at me with confusion written all over her face.
“Well, just that great Iron Man here, bribed your daughters, now ex-boyfriend, into faking a relationship with her. In exchange, he gave the boy a suit.” Pepper’s eyes narrowed and she turned towards Tony. “Are you serious?! And you say Loki is the bad guy here!”
Pepper continued to yell at her husband, who had nothing to say in his defense.
I decided my job here was done. Walking to the elevator, one final idea, where to find Loki and Y/N popped in my head.
Going to their floor, I quietly opened the door to Y/N’s room, but found it empty. Okay, that would be too easy after all. Checking Loki’s room, I found the pair, sound asleep on Loki’s bed.
Smiling at the sight, I decided for myself that I will support the two, no matter what.