tv: have i got news for you

via a friend: A dispatch from a friend on the ground in Portland yesterday:

“I would guess 4,000 people showed up in downtown Portland today, to shut down an alt-rigt, racist, neo-nazi event. Even anti-fa was nonviolent, and really we acted the way you would expect Portlanders to act. Largely passive, glowingly Caucasian, and way too polite (in an self policing sort of way). This went on for hour upon hour until the police got bored and decided to pick a fight with two thousand of us that were standing in the park that anti-fa had rallied in. I was like, “are they really doing this? are they actually doing this?” Which are ridiculous questions for me to be asking myself because I was a LEGAL WORKER for almost a decade, and specifically worked on dealing with PROTESTS, and have had plenty of experience really critically analysing these riots afterwards. I damn well know THAT THEY DO THAT. That being said, it still spun me to see it happen AGAIN. Tear gass, flash bang granades, rubber bullets, dramatic orders and commands. WHY? WHY?

The police completely protected the group of Nazis, and decided to incite the locals to make us appear violent. And you should have seen us all. It couldn’t have been a nerdier group of people. Anyone who thinks antifa is made up of agro dudes, has it wrong. They are a very young, principled group. Our kids? They were giving out ice cream. For sure, many of them have never been in a fight in their lives. You can tell. And this is Portland, after all.

So PLEASE do not believe the local tv news that protestors rioted today. I wish we had, but we didn’t. The police got sick of waiting and attacked us. A very political move to paint a very specific story where the white racists, and perhaps the television viewers at home, are the real victims here…“

i’ve heard the police are claiming a brick was thrown and that’s why they HAD to start the violence.

I’ve heard from people on the front lines that someone threw tampons and one person threw a water bottle.
regardless, even if a brick HAD been thrown, that was one brick, 4,000 people, and cops covered in armour and helmets using gas, noise grenades, and batons against thousands of people who were unprepared for any of it.

and in the meantime the people in body armour with the guns chuckled and sang that basketball song.

anonymous asked:

Can u do an angst imagine when yoongi calls you clingy, you change and then regrets it

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“I love you,” you sang with a giggle into Yoongi’s ear. He seemed to cringe, a flash of annoyance passing over his brow, before he removed your hands from around his headphones which you’d lifted and replaced it on his head. “I’m trying to work right now, (y/n),” he drawled. “What,” you pouted playfully, “just my name? No baby, sweety, or honey? No milk, no suga?” You laughed at your own joke. He didn’t.

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Jack gets hurt in an away game. Since he isn't out, Bitty can't get any information.

He’s in Madison, sitting cross-legged on his bed, clutching Senor Bun. Mama’s volunteering at the church tonight, Coach is downstairs watching tv. Bob and Alicia are in Italy for some retreat, and he couldn’t call if he wanted to. He very much wants to.

Jack is 2000 miles away, and he might be dying.

He’s called the hospital twelve times. He tries different departments, lies to a half dozen nurses and tells the other six people the truth. Jack Zimmermann is his ‘friend’, and he just wants to know if he’s okay. Please. 

Every single one apologizes and hangs up.

TMZ says ‘critical’. 

ESPN says ‘stable’.

HuffPo says ‘questionable’.

When the silence gets to be too much, he tears the throw off the foot of the bed and makes his way down to the living room, wrapped up like a burrito, trying not to think about the fact that he may not have a significant other by the time the night is over.

“Junior, you alright?”

Bitty throws himself onto the couch and stares blankly at the tv, following the ticker tape on the bottom of the screen quickly eating the end of Jack’s name.

“Jack’s hurt,” he says, and Coach makes a sympathetic noise.

“I saw, they’ve been replaying that hit all night. You heard anything from his family? He doing alright?”

“His parents are in Rome, and they won’t tell me anything.”

“Really? That doesn’t seem like them.”

“No, the hospital.”

Coach shifts in his chair. “You called the hospital.”

“I just want to know if he’s gonna die. Is that too much to ask? They just think I’m another reporter not his boyfr-”

Bitty catches himself, just barely, but he knows it’s enough, and he pulls the blanket over his head. He can hear the reporter start to recount the scene from the Falcs v Kings game when the room goes silent. Coach has turned off the tv, and Bitty startles badly when a soft hand touches his shoulder.

“C’mon, Son, if you have to be stuck here waiting on bad news, I’ve got some of Uncle Greg’s hooch stashed away.”

At least there won’t be two tragedies tonight.



Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (mentions of platonic!Harrison x reader)

Summary: You pick Harrison and Tom up from the airport and sleepy boys give sleepy cuddles.

Warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

You weren’t having a particularly busy day. You were trying to do some cleaning done before the boys came home this evening but you had gotten side-tracked scrolling through Instagram so you hadn’t got time to do the vacuuming before Harrison rang.

“Afternoon, ugly.” Harrison’s voice filled your ear and you heard the unmistakable sound of Tom laughing in the background.

“Now is that any way to talk to your best friend?” You berated him, “I take it you’ve landed?”

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hold my beer

Ok so this is yet another idea that I will NEVER have time to write (for those that follow my Cross the River one shots, I’m still sorry for inflicting the half finished fics on you haha. But I’m not sorry for inflicting this idea on you

Three words:

Drunk. Ladynoir. Wedding. wait is ladynoir even technically a word?

  • It’s quite a few years into the future and Adrien and Marinette are happily revealed and happily married. Everything’s just friggin peachy
  • One day there is an akuma, a girl who got dumped by a dickhead bf for another girl and then goes on a rampage to show everyone she is ‘good enough.’ After they defeat her, they try to cheer her up
  • Chat, being Chat, thinks that being a flirt will help boost her self-esteem, bc, you know, getting flirted at by a superhero is an ego boost no matter how sad you are
  • Lo and behold, it backfires
  • The girl (lets call her Ada) gets pissed off that Chat is flirting with her right in front of Lady, because “Aren’t you guys like, together??”
  • Chat backpedals, Lady facepalms. No it’s still not official or public that they’re together (keep work separate from home, yknow what I’m sayin, and besides, it’s unwise to let Hawky know the full extent of how much they care for each other because they don’t want to be emotionally manipulated in battle)
  • The girl is like “shit I thought you guys were like.. the perfect relationship. Obviously not. If even you aren’t together, then where’s the hope for me…. sighh….” :’(
  • Ada is so upset that they decide to let her in on a little secret. That in their civilian lives… they are married
  • Ada is all,  :’D omg seriously
  • (^..^) and >(:-:) are like, yeah, but dont tell anyone. It’s a secret. ((SLAPS YOU WITH HEAVY-HANDED FORESHADOWING)) Hey I know what’ll cheer you up, Ada. Lets go out for drinks!
  • AND SO MY FRIENDS, that is how Adrien and Mari end up spending a night on the town with a recent akuma victim as Chat and Lady…

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Moon, Stars, and Sun

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,577

Request: Yes.  -Leave requests here

Warnings: none my sensitive loves

Summary: Anon asked:  can you do a reid x reader where the reader has a son from when she was raped and her and spence have been dating a while and the biological father is dead and she asks spencer what to tell her son when he starts asking about who his dad is and spencer sees it as the perfect time to propose since he was planning on it anyway and the next day, emily sees the ring and freaks out with joy and tells garcia and jj and the rest of the team?

Originally posted by bau-obsessed

You curled your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself tight.  You had just gotten off the phone with Hotch, and he broke the news that Daniel Gunther, the father of your child, was dead.  He died that evening in his prison cell, and although you were relieved that your rapist was gone for good, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for Charlie, your son.  He was the moon, stars, and sun in your eyes and you didn’t know what you were ever going to tell him when he asked who his father was.  

Although he wasn’t old enough to understand much about it yet, you knew he would eventually ask who his real father was, since you met Spencer well after he was born.  He was bound to know that he wasn’t his real dad.

Sighing, you turned the TV on in Spencer’s bedroom.  You had moved there with Charlie a few months back since you’ve been dating for a while.  To your relief, both of the men in your life loved each other immensely, and that just gave you a truly warm feeling in your heart anytime you thought about either of them.  Spencer may not be his dad, but he was the perfect father, and that is all you could ask for.

You uncurled your legs and stretched them out in front of you on the bed, focusing your attention back to the TV.

“He’s finally asleep,” you heard a soft voice say from the door.  You looked over to see Spencer entering the room and your heart skipped a beat, the love you had for the man evident every time you saw him.  “That kid has got so much energy.”

“I know.  It’s a miracle when you get him to bed any earlier than midnight,” you said.  Your voice was softer than it usually was, and Spencer could tell.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shook your head and turned off the TV.  “I just got a call from Hotch.  Daniel’s dead.”

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly at the news.  “When?”

“This evening.  They found him dead in his cell.  The guards think it was a suicide,” you replied, looking down at your hands folded in your lap.

“Wow,” was all he said.  After a few moments of silence, he grabbed your hands and you looked up at him.  “What’s the problem?” he asked gently.

“Charlie.  His dad is dead.  What do I tell him?” you asked.

“Well, you don’t have to tell him anything right now.”

“But he’ll start asking questions, Spence.  He knows you aren’t his actual dad and he’ll want to know about him.  I’ve tried to come up with a million lies to tell him about his dad, and I know that when the time comes, I won’t have the strength to lie to him,” you said.  You surprisingly weren’t crying.  Your voice was soft but rushed.  He knew you were trying to be strong for your son.  That you would do anything for him.  And right now, in that moment, he knew he would do the same.  Charlie was moon, sun, and stars in his eyes, too, and looking at you in that moment, with your hair unwashed and wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, he knew you and Charlie were going to be a part of him for the rest of his life.  

“Stay here for just a second,” he said to you, getting up and walking out the door.  You had no clue what he was doing, but you watched him walk out the door and waited until he returned moments later, with a hand behind his back.  You narrowed your eyes at him as he sat in front of you on the bed, cross legged, his crazy mismatched socks touching your own bare feet.

“I get that you’re scared about Charlie, but the truth is, he’s a really strong kid.  There are plenty of things you can tell him about who his father was and what he did for a living, really the possibilities are endless.  But why don’t we wait until he is old enough to truly understand?  When he asks who his father is, just say it’s me.  Because as of right now, it is, isn’t it?  I mean you both live with me, and I love you both and I see us as a family, don’t you see us as a family?”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face as you nodded vigorously at him.  You did see the three of you as a family.

“And I think the best way to secure that picture,” he said, bringing forward his hidden hand.  He was holding a small red velvet box.  “Is to ask you this question.”  His voice was shaking, as was his hands as it opened the box to reveal the radiant cut diamond ring.  You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding your shy smile.  “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.  Make me the luckiest and happiest man on earth by allowing me to be in you and your son’s lives for the rest of mine.  Will you marry me?”  Tears began to fall from his eyes, too.  You looked at the ring, small and delicate, but bright and beautiful.  All you could manage was more nodding and a choked out yes.

The smile on Spencer’s face was priceless.  In a hurry, he took the ring out of its box and put it on your finger, holding onto your shaking hands with his.

“I love you so much, Spence,” you said through the happiest tears you’ve ever cried.

“I love you, too, y/n,” he replies in a croaky voice.  He pulled you into his arms, enveloping your body in his.  And that night, without the words, Spencer showed you just how much he loved you.

“Briefing in five,” JJ said, passing by your desk that Monday.  You and Spencer kept quiet over the weekend, keeping the news of your engagement to yourselves and Charlie.  Going into the bullpen that day, you managed to keep your left hand occupied as not to notify anyone of your news just yet.

“Hey, y/n.  I heard about Daniel,” Prentiss said, coming up to your desk.

“Yeah,” is all you said.  I mean, what could you say.  Without thinking, you ran your hand through your hair, flashing your ring to a gaping Emily.

“Um, what is that?” she asked.  You quickly hid your hand behind your head.

“What is what?” you asked nervously, pretending to scratch.  For a profiler, you were bad at lying.  Emily grabbed your hand and pulled it to her, eyes widening at the diamond upon your finger.

“Oh.  My.  God!” she yelled just as Garcia walked by.

“What are you screaming about that I am not included in?” she asked.  Emily shoved your hand out to let Garcia get a good look at it.  “Oh my god!” she said, grabbing your hand too.

“Guys, please,” you said grinning.  “We need to get ready for the briefing.”

“When did this happen?” Emily asked with a smile.

“Friday night.  He said he was going to do it later this month but he just couldn’t help it I guess,” you told them, grinning even bigger.  

“Aww.  My heart is so happy for you two,” Garcia said.  Her eyes were still on your ring, probably calculating how much money it costed.

“Am I interrupting something little ladies?” Morgan said as he walked up to the group.  Penelope grabbed your hand and stuck it out to him.

“Reid proposed Friday.  You’re boy didn’t even tell you, did he?” she asked him with a smirk.

“Guys, we need to- oh my god,” JJ said.  “Did Spence propose?”

“Well, I guess the cat is just totally out of the bag,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“What are you guys talking about?” Everyone turned their heads to Spencer, sitting at his desk with a fresh cup of coffee, oblivious.

Gingerly, you hold up your hand to flash the ring to him.  He pressed his lips together in obvious embarrassment.  You shot him a look of apology as you knew he wanted to be the one to tell everyone.

“How did you propose to your girl without telling me?” Morgan asked, but he was still smiling.

“Guys,” you all heard Hotch from the briefing room.  With that one word, everyone straightened up and made their way to the room where him and Rossi were waiting.

“JJ, mind telling me why all of you are late?” Hotch asked, handing out the files for her in frustration.

“Pretty boy asked y/n to marry him,” Morgan answered for her.  That made Hotch look over at you and Spencer in surprise.

You shrugged and held up your hand once again to show David and Hotch the diamond.

“Well, I say that as soon as this investigation is closed, we celebrate with a few drinks and dinner,” Emily said taking a seat.

“Congrats,” is all Hotch said to you two, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

“I’m buying,” Rossi added before turning to the board to listen to JJ for the briefing.  You looked over at Spencer with a wide smile, and he smiled back at you, grabbing your hand across the table to hold.

You were absolutely the happiest woman on earth.

yaknow I really wonder if what eventually became The Emoji Movie was in development before movies like Wreck-It Ralph and The Lego Movie came out, or maybe an animator at Sony saw WIR and thought “Man this is so inspiring, I’d love to make a film sort of like this. What kind of story could I tell about the characters that might live inside some more modern technology?”

optimistic about this idea they pitch it to their bosses, after all the studio’s been hitting it out of the park with Genndy Tartakovsky and his Hotel Transylvania movies lately. it gets the greenlight and starts development when suddenly The Lego Movie comes out and their bosses demand they make their lead female character like Wyldestyle. our animator friend tries to make a slightly similar character but each time it gets sent in for review the higher ups keep insisting to make her more and more similar, to the point where she becomes a little too similar, and there’s no arguing with orders from the top.

oh well, our animator friend thinks, maybe it won’t turn out so bad. after all the executives here are finally letting us make Smurfs: The Lost Village instead of those live action atrocities. they’ve definitely realized by now copying and trying to cash in on other popular movies like the live action Alvin and the Chipmunks is a bad idea right?

and then Inside Out comes out

and some corporate goon struts into our animator friend’s office and proudly proclaims “good news, buddy! your movie is now about emojis!” “um… emojis, sir?” “yes, emojis! yaknow those little face things when you send texts? I shouldn’t have to explain it to you you’re a millennial.” “I’m 32.” “right, right. anyway we got a lot of sponsorship tied up in this thing now… candy crush, facebook, dropbox… gotta say, great idea setting a film inside a smartphone! incredibly marketable!” “actually I wanted it to be inside a computer, kind of like this TV show I grew up with called ReBoot but modernized and–” “phone, computer, same thing these days right? they’ve all got apps and more importantly, in-app purchases! anyway you’ll have plenty of time to work on it now that we canceled Popeye!” “you WHAT?”

and so our poor dear animator friend resigned to their fate, dreading the day the critics’ screenings began, seeing their worst fears inevitably realized when the film just narrowly escaped 0% on rotten tomatoes. should this tragic tale indeed be true, let us hope with all our hearts that this animator eventually finds their way to pixar, disney or dreamworks instead, so they can take The Emoji Movie off their resume and put what must have been a traumatic and miserable time in their life behind them

Not Happening (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Spoiler Warning for Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Summary: You’re Harry’s daughter. When you saw him get shot, you thought that was the last time you’d see your father. The next time you see him (at the Statesman headquarters) you were absolutely shocked, it’s not common someone survives a shot like that. However, between that day at the church and that moment you saw him, you had grown quite close to the new Galahad. Eventually your father gets his memory back and the aftermath is…interesting.

Word Count: 962

A/N & Warning: Whyyyy? Why did it have to be the pug? Poor J.B.! I’m probably way too upset by that but ugghhhh I’m very upset. Anyways. There will be some swearing. There are many F-bombs…but I think that’s fairly obvious when dealing with this character.

When you got the call, you weren’t doing anything notable. Maybe reading? TV? It was hard to remember after you heard the vibrations of your phone, seeing Eggsy’s contact picture light up your screen. Knowing that he was on some sort of mission, you quickly picked up. “Hello?” You questioned, hoping that the news wouldn’t be too bad. You heard the distinct accent through your phone, “Um..Harry…” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Eggsy. If you’re going to tell me my father’s dead, then I alrea-” Cutting you off, he said three important words, “No! He’s alive.”

“Is this a joke?” You sighed.

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Sanders Sides fic Exchange

I have written for @nightmaresandpasta with the mashing of two prompts : slow burn prinxiety and anything fluffy (^u^)
Hope you enjoy~

((I’m so sorry for being late, there were some technical difficulties but it should be fixed now))

Prinxiety, Logicality, Human!au, mentions of a head cold
Word count: 3,293

“Come on Pat, you’ve been staring at the screen 30 minutes.”

Well, technically, they both have been. But Patton did volunteer to type in everything they needed himself, so, there’s that.

The usually energetic man, stares intently at the ordering page for custom made pizzas, biting his lip.

He sighs (dreamily?worriedly?), “What if he delivers the pizza?”

Virgil pulls the laptop closer, pointing to his face. “You see this face? It’s unimpressed.” He smirks at the resulting pout,moving on. “You want a medium?”

Patton gets up and bounces to the other end of the room, pulling the first movie of their weekly marathon up on Netflix. “Yep! With sausage?”

His eyes flicker away from the screen to meet his eyes for a moment. “ Of course. Anything else?”

“Nope” He says, popping the p.

“Alrighty then.” Eyes trailing to the special requests box on the form, an idea pops into his head.


Angling the screen discreetly away from the other, he fills it in, and finally hits send.

“Should be here in 15.”


The doorbell rings, 15 minutes on the dot.

Virgil motions Patton to the door, nodding his head in encouragement.

Shakily, he steps up and looks through the peephole, before promptly opening his mouth in a silent scream, repeatedly pointing at the door.

Virgil raises a brow, “You gonna open it?”

Calming down and acting ‘natural’, Patton opens the door to reveal the pizza being offered to him, focusing with special attention to the man holding it. Or, more specifically, his expression.

A quickly deepening blush took over the man’s face, and he fidgeted with his glasses. Carefully completing the payment process, he finally hands the box over.

Patton’s usual sunny smile takes over his face as the other turns to leave, “Thanks Logan! See you in class.”

“Wait.” He bites his lip, carding his fingers through his hair. “Did you want me to say it?”

Patton tilts his head, “Say it?”

Logan glances past his shoulder and sees Virgil lounging on the couch with the laptop. He looks up and makes the ‘go on’ gesture.

He takes a deep breath.

“You’re pretty.”

Staring dumbfounded between Logan and Virgil, Patton hurries to put the pizza on the table, then rushes out the door to join Logan, shutting the door firmly behind him.


Virgil chuckles, as Patton reaches out to rub his fingers over the number scrawled in precise handwriting on the top of the pizza box later that night.


Here they were again, a week later, Netflix pulled up and the laptop pulled out.

With the addition of Logan.

They had all actually gotten so engrossed in their analyses of what was going on so far that they didn’t even take the time to order pizza until their stomachs spoke up.

“You up for it Patton?”, Virgil asked, standing up to stretch while gesturing to the laptop.

“Sure thing sport.” Logan pulls it closer to the both of them, as he heads to the bathroom. “Hey Logan?”

“Hmm? Yes?” He looks up to see a mischievous glint in his eye.

Typing out a special request, he points to the screen, “Will your work do this?”

Logan quickly scans the screen, “Knowing my associates? Absolutely.”


And then Virgil answers the door, to see a man dramatically presenting the pizza to him. Faltering for less than a moment when he’d seen him open the door. For a second, he slightly regrets setting up Patton via the request box.


Patton was smart, he knew how to get ‘revenge’. He also knew for a fact that he’s had a crush on Roman since freshman year of college.

He’d always encouraged him to ask him out, but Virgil had been adamant about where he stood. He didn’t have a chance. So, like a logical human being, he appreciated subtle observances of his butt from afar and left it at that.

Except, this wasn’t “from afar”.

This was less than three feet apart.

With pizza.

“As per request, Big Ricos has sent their cutest deliverer,” Roman says cheekily, winking before proceeding with the transaction.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replies casually, signing the receipt. He smirks, handing it back, when he sees a light dusting of red find its way across his cheeks.

And then Patton comes up to wind an arm around his shoulder. “Hey Roman.”

“Hey Pat.” He glances at his arm. “You finish your paper yet?”

Patton shrugs, laughing good-naturedly. “I’ll start eventually. You?”

He sighs in relief, “Yes, early this morning.” His face scrunches in confusion. “Ah? You remember it’s due by midnight tonight, right?”

Patton blinks. Taking a step back while absentmindedly gesturing them inside, he faces Logan, starting to panic.

Luckily, Logan quickly gathers everything they need and begins ushering them out the door. “It’s okay, there’s coffee and a quiet place for you to finish where we’re going.” He turns to Virgil, “Patton invited him to view the movie marathon with us,” addressing them both, he says, “My apologies for leaving you two in such a haste.”

And then he’s out the door, shutting it firmly behind him in much the same way that Patton had only a week ago.

They stand silently, staring at the door. Roman breaking the silence first.

“I hope he is able to finish on time.”

Virgil hums his agreement, “I know him though. He’ll pull through.”

He flashes him a smile, “I have the utmost faith in your boyfriend. He has proven himself many a times to be quite capable in our shared class.”

Virgil blinks, “Ah-right. But, uh, we’re not boyfriends?”

Well this was weird.

Talking about your non relationship status with your crush. Time to change the subject.

“So your boss is okay with letting you have a movie marathon instead of working?” Perfect.

“Well, I’m pretty sure the answer is no. It just so happens that you were my last delivery.”

Speaking of which, Virgil sets the pizza box down on the coffee table, turning to set up the tv.

“I hope you like disney,” he says over his shoulder.

Roman immediately lights up, practically running his way over to sit on the couch. “I love disney.”

Virgil smiles softly, relaxing minutely. “Me too.”

“I especially love the amazing messages every film tells.”

Virgil smirks, walking towards the couch, “Buddy. Have I got news for you.”


Just like that, the four of them hanging out together became a regular thing.

Movie marathons, study sessions, lunch breaks, and generally just… enjoying each other’s company.

Of course, there were times when Logan and Patton would break off to go have a bit of alone time together.

Those times would often lead to Roman and Virgil hanging out at cafés, the library, the mall.


As friends (regardless of how much Patton wiggled his eyebrows behind Romans back whenever he was around) thank you very much.

But it was fine, because now Virgil actually knew him.

He knew that he loved to sing, knew that he was always looking for a grand adventure, and that he was quite the writer. He knew that he was ridiculous and loved to give out nicknames, that he was very much aware of the state of his butt, that he was selfless and constantly trying to help someone and- he was amazing.

And they were friends.

It was cool.


“How am I just hearing now that you’re majoring in art?” Roman says, practically kicking in the door, waving a black flyer back and forth.

Patton looks up from the stove, “He tends to keep it on the down low,” he looks pointedly to Virgil, who’d come out of his bedroom groggily.

“You never did ask.”

Roman slaps a hand to his face, moaning incoherently about how he should have figured it out, that they’ve known each other for months now. The clues were all there, right in front of him the entire time, etc. etc.

Patton pours Virgil a cup of coffee, ruffling his hair as he passes to sit with Roman at the little dining table, where he’d gone oddly silent.

“Virgil taps him with his foot, slumping into the empty seat across from him, “S’okay Ro, you didn’t know.” He muffles a wide yawn with the back of his hand, smirking slightly, “You aren’t exactly,” he glances at Patton briefly before finishing with a whisper, “Sherlock Holmes.”

Roman shrugs, setting the flyer, on the table top, saying wistfully, “I’m observant enough.” He looks up to see him cover another wide yawn, and smiles fondly, “Especially enough to notice that, for whatever reason, you’re still tired at two in the afternoon.”

He taps the flyer, “Tell me about this.”

Virgil waves his hand dismissively, “It’s just a showcasing of some of my work for a class grade. Paintings mostly, a couple loose sketches that my professor approved of from my sketchbook.”

“Would you mind if I went?”

Virgil stares at him carefully, searching for something in his expression, before nodding his head thoughtfully. “Like I said, it’s not a big deal.” He smirks, “Would you like me to give you the grand tour?”

“I would be delighted,” he says sincerely.


It was a large room, each piece hanging an equal distance apart. It had a clean, almost clinical feel to the place, due to the white walls, but.

The lighting was soft, and the people viewing everything spoke in calm tones. Roman felt relaxed, being lead from piece to piece, Virgil’s running commentary providing context for what he was looking at.

And then they’d made it to the final piece.

Virgil let’s out a defeated sigh, “Look. If I really had to choose a favorite? This wouldn’t be it. But, it does… mean alot to me.”

Roman scans it intently.

Two planted flowers sit in relative proximity. One a luscious rose, and the other a wilting forget-me-not. The petals of the dying flower falling onto the dirt just around the dirt of the rose, each individual petal in various stages of decay.
Giving the rose life.

He looks to the name.


“Yeah. Real original, I know.”

Oh, he’d read it aloud?

For lack of anything to say at all, Roman links their hands together, squeezing gently.

Virgil squeezes back.


“I really do wish you’d just tell us what you were wearing so that we could all hang out together,” Patton sighs out, adjusting his own mask, “Well, almost all of us. Roman is a bit sick, I don’t know if he’ll make it.”

Virgil nods in understanding, then smirks, “You want us to reveal our identities? Now where’s the school spirit in that? It’s supposed to be part of the fun, not knowing who everyone is. I really thought you would be more into this masquerade thing.”

Patton checks the time then heads to the door, “The heart wants what the heart wants Verge, and what my heart wants is to see you later.”

He rolls his eyes fondly,“If you can find me, you will.”


Virgil doubted that he would see Patton later, not that that would necessarily be a bad thing.

He’d spent last year’s masquerade, relatively alone, save the few dances he’d done when asked. The entire school really went all out every year, dressing in the gaudiest outfits, decorations lavish and, honestly, not that bad.

There was a fun faux air of nobility, and everybody got into it.

Admittedly, so did Virgil. The casual anonymous feel of the entire event helped him feel more relaxed, knowing that most everybody was in the same boat as he was (discounting people like Patton who bent the rules slightly when it came to identity).

He straightens his tie, tucks his bangs back, and looks into the mirror. He didn’t look too terrible at least. You could never really go wrong with an all black suit.

He takes a quick breath, and puts his mask in place.


Making his way into the ballroom with a wave of people, Virgil is met with the sight of a dancing crowd and a live orchestra playing in the corner of the large room, plenty of balconies to look at the hundreds of dancing couples from the upper levels.

Staying on the edges of the milling crowd, he climbs the stairs and makes his way to an empty bench near a large window, just in time to view the sun setting.

And then a hand smacks into the glass.

He jumps up, then steps forward, opening it to see a man in white and red, climbing up the thick vines growing along the wall. He’d made it to the fifth floor.

Shrugging, he offers the stranger a hand up.

“You do know that they keep a tight ship around here, right?”

Once the man steadies himself, he coughs lightly into the crook of his arm.

“Thank you for your assistance, I am much obliged. As for the security? Well…” he trails off, smiling slightly. “They’ve already caught me, and are no doubt sending someone up to apprehend me, but, I had to come here.”

Virgil quirks a brow, tilting his head in confusion, “Why?”

He fidgets with the gloves on his hands, “To tell you the truth, it was really just a point of pride. I wanted to be here, so I tried the first grand idea that came to mind when I came too late. I am nothing, if not a man up to a good challenge.”

“The security guard?”


And that makes Virgil laugh. Gesturing to the open bar, the two walk, and begin to talk.

And talk.

And talk.

And talk.

He does not ask his name, and he is not asked. Maybe they flirt a little bit. It’s a little surreal that this attractive stranger was with him, especially for this long.

And then the man’s eyes catch on the crowd of dancing couples hopefully, and Virgil understands that, now, he will leave him. He accepts it.

But when the man stands, he offers him a hand as well, “Would you like to dance?”

“I’m not really much of a dancer.”

He takes his hand anyway.


Having been lead to the floor, a slower song begins to play and, sure, Virgil can manage these simple steps without hurting anyone.

And then he’s being held closer to a broad chest and- oh.

This was rather nice.

One dance.

Two dances.

Three dances.


And then they’re walking back to rest near the window that the man in white had climbed through.

Outside, the night sky had filled with dark clouds, pouring out a steady stream of rain.

“This has-”, the man tenses, indicating an approaching security guard.

He takes both of Virgil’s hands in his own, speaking in a rush, “This has been a wonderful night, one of the best of my life and it’s all thanks to you.”

The rain outside falls harder.

The security guard comes closer.

The man glances towards the window he’d come in from. “I have a terribly awful grand idea.”

Getting to know this man for only a night, Virgil had the sense that he could do anything. So he links their hands together properly, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Good luck.”

He opens the window, and clambers out into the rain, gripping the frame.

For a second, he waits, and gestures Virgil to lean in.

Confused, he obliges, and then-

Soft lips catch his own by surprise, making him gasp, before reciprocating enthusiastically.

Just as quickly he stops, lips trailing up his jaw, stopping next to his ear to whisper one final time, “Thank you.”

And the security guard was getting close but this man was closer, and Virgil realizes that he may never see him again.

As he pulls back, Virgil reaches for his hand, but.

He’s too late.

He catches the edge of his fingers, accidentally taking his glove.

And then the guard is leaning over the edge, yelling uselessly after the man in white, as he begins to run off into the rain.

The sound of his euphoric laughter just making its way to Virgil’s ears.


“I’m telling you Virgil, somehow Romans gotten worse since I’ve seen him yesterday. He said he’d had a headache, but now he’s got the cold and-”

Virgil takes the soup delivery from him, “He’ll be alright Patton. Especially with all of us making sure he’s doing what he’s supposed to do to take care of himself.”

“I still worry though,” he says with a sigh.

“I know you do,” he fixes him with a kind smile, “It’ll be okay.”


Opening Romans door was second nature after knowing him for this long. Heading inside, Virgil makes his way to his bedroom.

He knocks on the closed door.

“Patton I told you I was fine, you didn’t-”

Virgil opens the door, “I come bearing the gift that is Patton’s soup. Broth based because Logan was against giving you something cream based.”

Roman sighs tiredly, albeit fondly from his place on the bed, “Alright. Thank you for bringing it to me. I’ll be sure to thank Patton in person when I see him again. Make sure you leave soon.”

“Aww, and here I thought you liked me,” he teases.

“Oh hush you, you know it’s not that. This is just a 24 hour bug that I caught in the rain, and I don’t want you to needlessly put yourself in a position to catch it.”

Virgil nods in understanding, stepping forward to set the soup on top of his little side table. “It’s still hot, so if you’re up for it, try to eat a few spoonfuls once in awhile.” He straightens his blankets, satisfied that he was comfortable.

“Call if you need anything.”

“Yes dad.”

Virgil rolls his eyes, closing his bedroom door, ready to leave.


Something flashes out of the corners of his eyes.

He heads towards the balcony, and, there was an all white suit hang drying.



“Patton. What am I supposed to do?” Virgil, felt oddly calm about this revelation, though his shaking hands hadn’t gotten the memo.

He squeezes the glove he’d taken from the man- Roman.

“Do you want to tell him who you are? That you know who he was?”

He takes a deep breath.

And then another.


Roman had been correct when, he’d guessed that he’d only be sick for 24 hours. When he’d come around to hang out, and thank Patton for his suit, Virgil had coincidentally been out.

Again and again.

After telling Patton everything (almost, that kiss was for Virgil to remember and cherish,Roman too if he really wanted to. He hoped he wanted to.) Virgil had made up his mind.

“It’s just like ripping off a band-aid.”

Glove in hand, he rushes to go see Roman.


He can’t bring himself to just step inside, as he’d done so many times before.

He knocks on the door.

It opens to reveal a surprised looking Roman, and then his face turns to guilt.

“Look, I don’t know what I did to make you mad at me, but I am so so sorry, please just tell me what I did wrong-”

Virgil thrusts the glove out to him, stopping him short.

“It was one of the best nights of my life too.”

And then Roman is slamming into him, picking him up and spinning him around, and he can’t help but to laugh for the rush of joy coursing through him.

Roman sets him down gently, looking at him with shining eyes, and Virgil can’t not tell him.

“I love you.”

It was as simple as that.

And it meant so much.

And then it had meant so much more when he’d replied, “I love you too.”

Say You Won’t Let Go

Requested: Can you do an imagine based of Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur?


When you first awake, you groggily rub your eyes before reaching for your phone to see the time is 6:56am. You sit up suddenly, realizing you were supposed to be up nearly an hour ago, but your alarm must not have gone off. When you turn to check if Shawn is still asleep, you’re surprised to see your seven year old son sitting in the bed beside you instead of Shawn. He’s fully dressed and working on putting his socks on. 

“Good morning, where’s your dad?” You ask him, confused. Normally Shawn is still asleep right now, and since he’s up, you’re wondering why he didn’t wake you. 

“In the kitchen. Daddy said stay here.” He tells you, as he finishes pulling up his sock. 

“Why didn’t he wake me?” You question, not fully expecting him to have an answer. 

“It’s a surprise,” He says with a cheeky smile that makes you smile when you realize how much he looks like his dad. You lean over to kiss him lightly on the cheek before quickly getting out of bed despite the fact that he had told you to stay there.

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Bad days.

Bad days are inevitable, bound to happen. Maybe you heard some bad news, got a bad grade, a friend betrayed you, or someone passed away. Throughout my life, I’ve had many of them. And after I found my happiness, I still have them. I find myself wondering, Why? Why are people so rude? Why did this have to happen to me?

Though it is sometimes tough to think this way, I try to focus on ways to make myself happy through these bad days. I listen to music, I cuddle with my dog, I watch my favorite TV shows, I eat my favorite foods…my focus is not, why am I having a bad day? My focus is, what can I do to change how I am currently feeling? Once I changed my focus, I became so powerful. I feel in control of myself and my emotions. I have the power to change how I feel. I rule my emotions, they do not rule me.

It is okay to not be okay. Let yourself feel those emotions. But, also, know that you have the strength to also pull yourself out of those emotions. Feelings are much like waves touching the shore, they come and they go.

You will be okay.

Distractions pt 11

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Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4856

Originally posted by yoonmin

Yoongi laid in bed as the noon sun pierced through the blinds painting glimmering golden stripes across the bedroom. It’s already been a whole week since he collapsed and finally, he seemed to be recovered but he chose to stay home for one more day to make sure that he had fully gotten rid of his illness. He didn’t want to get you or anyone else sick at Music Box.

After hours of just laying in bed, Yoongi’s stomach finally decided to make a desperate call for help. All this week he had no appetite because his brain just refused all ideas of eating while he was sick. Now that he was better, he felt like he could eat an entire grocery store or something. 

The dorm was empty as expected. It was already afternoon and everyone would probably be out doing their own thing, but Yoongi was surprised to see Jimin in the kitchen eating lunch. He thought that he’d be out with one of the others, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Yoongi could sense that there was something up with Jimin. After living together for so long, he had grown accustomed to the way Jimin acted. Just by the way the younger poked at his food and zoned out, Yoongi could tell that there was something wrong.

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Sweet Obsession #9 ~FINAL~

Originally posted by rapmini

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Summary: Taehyung finds himself having a sweet obsession with you. is it dangerous? Or is it a mere children’s crush?

Pairing: Reader X Kim Taehyung

Genre: Stalker!Taehyung, Psycho!Taehyung


“Y/n” he breathed. Tears were rushing down your face, his tight grip on you got tighter.

“Remember I love you”

7 hours before hand


“I have to go to my dad’s firm and then class, I’ll be back around 6. I love you.” you read the note that he laid out for you, you walked to the couch and plopped down turning on the tv.

Eating your cheerios you were wondering what your other friends were doing at the moment, Jimin was sure to be stressing out about you, knowing Mina she probably hasn’t left her bed all week and Jungkook will probably be getting on with his life.

Emptying the bowl and cleaning it, you rested it near the sink. Going back to the bed, you picked up the book that Taehyung was reading. Depressing sentences were underlined and highlighted, “He needs help” you whispered flipping to new pages.

You rested back in it’s place.


After painting your nails and reading all the magazines in the apartment you were officially bored. You reached for the phone and clicked on the only contact that you had, Taehyung.

Me: I’m v v v bored

Taehyung: I’m in a meeting right now

Me: Yes, but I’m very very bored.

Taehyung: Yes, but I’m working : )

Me: I understand but…I’m bored.

Taehyung: Well what do you want me to do about it?

Me: Well you could’ve left me some movies…

Taehyung: I did



Me: When will you be home?

Taehyung: missing my lips already?

The text made you blush, you never knew at how flirty he could be. You picked up the phone again, carefully replying with the best answer you could.

Me: Maybe

You waited for what seemed like hours, you smiled at your perfect text. You threw the phone on the ground not wanting to seem like you were waiting for his text.

Taehyung: I’ll try and get off early ; )


You were near to finishing the box of cheerios you started today, shoving the a hand full of the cereal in your mouth you watched ‘The Simpsons’ intensely. Looking at your phone you were wondering if you should text him again, just to see what he was doing.

The door opened revealing a very tired Taehyung, his tie was sitting loosely on his chest and his hair was a mess, he threw the suit jacket to the side. You got off of the couch and walked over to him, immediately he engulfed you into a hug.

Wrapping your arm’s around him tightly, you smelled the cologne you got him for his birthday.

“What’s wrong Tae?” you whispered

“I missed you” he whispered back.

“Let’s watch tv” you suggested dragging him over to the sofa, he sat down first and you practically laid against him. His arms wrapped around torso and your head leaned against his left arm.


“I’m going to get a drink” he got up walking over to the kitchen.

Switching to the news, an update about your story was being talked about, listening carefully.

“The police have identified the suspect”

“Although they do not know who he is, they have tracked down the buyer of the one of a kind silver ring that was left at the scene. The police are now on their way to the buyer”

As soon as the news caster said this sirens began to play, a mix of emotions were happening. You were happy to be leaving from captivity but also frightened on what will happen to Taehyung.

“Come on” he reached out for you, pulling you over the couch. You kicked and screamed, he continued to pull you down the steps and threw you into the car.

“Shit, Y/n. Shit” he hit the wheel of the car.

“Did you call them!?” He yelled, again hitting you. “You fucking called them didn’t you!?” he screamed.

“Please, stop. Let me go!” you sobbed.

It was silence for a couple of minutes, you questioned if this was all worth it. If you loved him or not, if the love you felt was just your nurturing instinct that comes along with your personality.

“I know where we’ll go” he whispered.

You looked out at the night sky, falling tired as you watched the stars become a blur as Taehyung sped up.

Pulling into the driveway of a two story cottage, the car suddenly stops. You looked up to see your childhood friends waiting there, you cried at the sight of them.

“Get out of the car” Tae revealed the gun from the glovebox.

The two of you got out at the same time, the gun was pointed at you. You could hear Mina crying in the distance.

“Mina I’m fine” you said, clinging onto Taehyungs arm that was wrapped around your waist.

“Taehyung put the gun down and let her go, we don’t tell the police it was you everybody get’s their way” Jungkook reasoned.

You and Taehyung went around them, backs never being in front of your friends. You heard the ocean clash against the rocks below you, indicating that you were walking towards the edge.

“Everybody gets what they want?” you felt tears that weren’t yours splash onto your grey shirt.

“What I want is Yn” he sobbed “What I wanted was to be accepted into your fucking group in senior year, to not be the outcast of that fucking school and to not be the same outcast again” he cried.

“Taehyung” you whispered, you were both getting closer to the ledge until he stopped before he could fall.

“Taehyung what are you planning on doing for the rest of your life? You think Y/n will love you after you threatened her life? You think you two will live happy fucking ever after?” Jimin tested him, walking slowly towards you.

“Jimin back off!” You shouted, surprising everybody. Taehyungs arms gripped tightened at the sound of you defending him.

“You’re defending him?!” Jungkook shouted.

“You don’t know him like I do! All he needs his help and love, can’t you all understand that?” you shouted.

“You think you can give it to him Y/n? He’s fucked! Too many years of the same bullshit going through his mind. That does something to him that even the best therapist can’t help” Jimin laughed and screamed.

“Taehyung drop the gun and let me go” You whispered, you began to cry. You felt his lips press against the back of your neck, “I’ll get them to leave and we’ll live here.”

Taehyung shook his head.

“No, I can’t torture you anymore” he whispered.

He pushes you into Jimin’s arms, dropping the gun.

“I’m sorry” 

You looked up at him, he smiled, not the usual devious smile but the soft angelic one.

“Taehyung…” you whispered getting up.

“I love you Y/n” he whispered.

Leaning backwards he fell, Jimin turned you sharply around into his chest hugging you tighter than ever. The sound of Taehyung’s body hitting the ground, the snap and the crashing of the waves was the only thing you heard.

You screamed. Your screams and cries muffled into Jimin’s jacket.

“Oh my god” Mina whispered crying in shock, Jungkook turned her around and hugged her.

“Taehyung…he-he’s dead” you whispered, sobbing. Jimin shushes you swaying you back and fourth, “Get the car ready” Jimin whispered to Jungkook and Mina. The two of them ran to the car and started it.

“Y/n we have to leave” Jimin whispered, sirens were getting closer. The police had figured out where Taehyung took you.

“No…” you whispered.

“Y/n come o-”

“No!!” you screamed louder.

Jimin had no choice but to lift you off of your feet and drag you to the car himself. 

2 weeks later

“So that’s what happened?”  The police officer asked you. You nodded, holding the damp tissue in your hand.

“Right. Miss Y/l/n you can go now, I’ll get in contact with your parents” the officer thanked you as you walked out.

“Come on sweetie” Your dad whispered smiling at you.

Climbing into the car you rested your head against the car window, looking out at the beautiful scenery. You drove past your high school, you teared up at the sight of the building of where it all began.

Getting home you immediately went to your bedroom and laid down on your bed. Your phone buzzed revealing a text message from Mina.

Bestie: Come down stairs, I spoke with your parents and I’m taking you somewhere.

“Mina where are we?” you asked looking at the familiar cottage.

“You never got to say goodbye” she whispered.

The realisation hit you, you thanked her and got out of the car while she stayed in it.

Walking over to where it happened two weeks ago, you sat down on the soft grass placing the white orchard which Mina gave you on the ground.

Your thoughts trailed on what to say, when the simple three worded sentence came to you.

“I love you”
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SFX: CRACKLE (thunder)

Deku: Eep

Kacchan: What’s up, Izuku, are you scared of something like a little thunder?
Deku: Kacchan…
SFX: Sob sob
SFX: Sniffle sniffle


Kacchan: Izuku, it’ll be okay.
SFX: Zaaa (rain pouring down)
Mitsuki-san: Katsukiii!! Don’t step out the house!!

Deku: —and so

Kacchan: Uuuun (groan)
Deku: Kacchan!! (><)

Deku: In the end, after that, Kacchan got a fever. (Fufu)
Kacchan: I don’t remember such unnecessary things. (I’ll kill yoouuuuu)
Deku: Ah, you sneezed…
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A Bad Idea

A/N: I had to write this for myself, after J2′s hilarious video on ig last night. It made me so damn happy so I had to fanfic it. Warning: Drunk J2

“Hehehe.” You could hear the giggling from across the room where you were sitting with Ruth and one of the gals from set, Sarah.

“What’re those two doing over there?” You wondered out loud.

“Probably nothing good.” Ruth replied.

More muffled exclamations followed. “No, man, don’t do it!” “It’ll be fine!” “Whatever.”

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Sid the Kid - Sidney Crosby #1.3

Originally posted by nerdthor

about/request: When are you doing part three to Sid the kid? and When are you posting part three to Sid the Kid? Just curious and do you plan to write part 3 of crosby’s imagine? maybe sid meets his sons and the kid finds out he is his father. (btw i don’t like him but the imagine is so good omg) and i bunch more

warnings: cursing and the usual angst

authors note: here it is! probably what you have all wanted the most. i was originally going to make this the last part, but it got to be so long, i’ve decided to split it up. just to keep the anticipation even stronger for ya. hope you like it!! 

word count: 1674

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Secrets: Liam Dunbar

requested: by @fluffystiles

pairing: Liam Dunbar x Talbot!Reader

word count: 2k

warnings: fluffy, a lil bit of angry Brett, and minor season 4 spoilers

summary: Liam wants to go public about your relationship, while you’re hesitant your brother, Brett, won’t be as accepting as others.

a/n: This one was a lot longer than I expected! Keep sending in those requests you guys!!

There wasn’t a word that could describe the bond that had formed between you and Liam.

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