watch out for idiots

  • [during sex]
  • Hinata: NARUTO!
  • Naruto: SASUKE!
  • Hinata: ...
  • Naruto: ...
  • Hinata: ...
  • Naruto: I can explain
  • Naruto: It's a habit
  • Hinata: What?
  • Naruto: No, wait. What I mean is- the only person who shouts my name like that is Sasuke and I usually shout his name too, like, when we fight
  • Hinata: Why?
  • Naruto: I don't know. It's kind of our thing. We've been doing it for years.
  • Naruto: Well, not doing IT, you know, not like we just did. But that name thing, 'it.' I'm not in love with him, I swear! At least, not the same way I'm in love with you.
  • Hinata: Naruto
  • Naruto: I mean, we only kissed once, and it was totally an accident.
  • Hinata: Naruto
  • Naruto: Or, twice, unless you count that other time-
  • Hinata: NARUTO!
  • Naruto: SASUK- Hinata, I meant to say Hinata, see? It's like a reflex.
  • Hinata: Go sleep on the couch while I think about this relationship.
  • Naruto: Fine, but can I ask you something?
  • Hinata: *hopeful* Yes?
  • Naruto: By 'this relationship,' did you mean yours and mine or mine and Sasuke's?
  • Hinata: Get out.

anonymous asked:

I was watching my brother play xbox when I realized... professional sports teams have video games. With avatars that look just like the players and have their stats. Sooo professional exy teams could have a video games.. and when Neil and Andrew went pro they would see their little video game selves

okay so listen:

  • andrew never pays attention to literally anything going on with his exy career
  • like seriously? he goes where they tell him and does what he’s contractually obligated to do 
  • so when he had to wear a weird suit and pretend to block a bunch of fake shots he thought it was probably some weird form of monitoring his health or muscles
  • of course he doesn’t tell neil about it in their nightly skype calls becuase it’s unimportant in his mind
  • unknown to andrew, neil also did the same thing but doesn’t much care for video games so he also says nothing
  • basically a literal day after it’s happened they’ve both forgotten about it 
  • but then the game comes out 
  • and everyone starts tweeting them about it
  • and making funny vines with 6-foot whatever kevin day being checked by 5′0″” andrew minyard
  • (it’s probably some thing where you can just like assign the players any position for fun idk)
  • neil picks up on it an favorites a bunch of videos on twitter
  • (poor boy didn’t know other people could see his likes)
  • and of course matt calls neil the day it comes out
    • “neil! you didn’t tell me we’d both be in a video game together?!? how sick is that! you totally have to come over and play, bro”
  • basically neil loves it because he gets to play as andrew and ends up mimicking him as he does it 
    • “my names andrew and i squish garbage in the can until it’s too full and i refuse to take it out”
    • “hey guys, watch out! i have the ball and i’m not afraid to beam it at your ankles if you look at me the wrong way!”
    • “i’m andrew and i pretend to hate the cats but wheni think neil’s not looking i make kissy noises at them and hold them in my arms”
    • “neil’s bothering me so i’m going to pretend he’s a vegetable and pretend he doesn’t exist”
  • of course andrew catches him doing it one time when neil thought he was home alone and was playing online with matt
  • (he was home alone but had jumped into a monologue as andrew and was too distracted to hear him walk in for his weekend visit)
  • of course andrew decides to get him back by doing the same thing as neil
    • “my name is neil and i’m an idiot who has no self preservation”
    • “watch out kevin, i’m here to steal your one true love away, the court”
    • “did you guys know that i leave my socks all over the apartment becuase that’s where they belong?”
  • it definitely turns into a way for them to get out their petty aggression on one another
  • and if one of the foxes just happens to post multiple videos of it online and create a small phenomena, then that’s between them and the thousands of views
Beating major d*ck.

Some people just like to use their power to bash people and degrade people publicly. Whenever I encounter these people I like to grasp the situation firmly in hand and beat them down. In this case I give you special piece of crap we shall call D*ck. D*ck is a older guy who has worked for a branch of state law enforcement for many years. He was very vocal about being three years away from full state retirement and about his rank in state gov.

I was working as a contractor doing some I.T. work. We had a large group to move the department forward at least 10 years technology wise. It was all hands on deck to prep computers for the incoming new computers and of course setting up the new ones. In my case as a coder/network grunt I was being ‘borrowed’ and more than happy to help.

D*ck was the only jerk out of at least 300 people I had enjoyably encountered. He complained about anything he could figure to complain about and would go over the departments managers heads to complain. Part of what I was asked to do was inventory their software used, directories mapped, and to copy files to their new network folders. Keep in mind we did a copy of the data and not a move. When new computers arrived the network copy served as a way to making sure the data was backed up before it was cloned over to the new system. D*ck was livid that someone touched his computer and swore we deleted a file we could not find.

I was marched up to his office with my management team and the department’s senior. I promptly found his file on his new system (and on the network). I happened to notice that he had newly installed a newsreader but did not say anything about it. I knew if I called him out on it I would get canned and they would not look into it. Instead I opened the reader while D*ck was bashing me in the hallway to his audience and changed his preferences. Now the files would not delete when they were read or deleted. Keeping in mind this was in the late 90’s and the internet was still a new thing for many. A lot of people would download their porn from newsgroups (usenet) by using a newsreader to download everything new dumped in the selected group (think like a folder). Groups would follow a theme or where supposed to. The reader would put all the pieces together so you could see the images or video and copy them to folders. I was made to apologize  in front of him and marched off in shame. D*ck was really throbbing with all of his smugness.

I was passed off from that project to just doing a rework of some DOS based software. I told my suck up manager that a lot of people were downloading and installing software on their own. My manager clicked that it was work we could be tasked with doing to create billable hours and that he could score suckup points with. This in turn created various email distributions and policy updates. I also point out that we need something about appropriate usage - great! The policy also now highlights that any private use on government equipment is subject to the same rules as fraud - perfect. This helps later because there is NO wiggle room for offenders. In turn my manager was more than pleased with me and treated me golden - hell he even bought me lunch.

I quickly forgot all about D*ck and found myself expanding the list of software that needed to be rewritten by me. This kept me busy and extended my contract. My boss was happy, my agency was happy, and my clients were very happy.

Fast forward few months later. I get back to the office and the bosses are there looking for a coworker. They asked me if I knew anything about d*cks new system and I told them HELL no. They walk off and told me if I saw the coworker to send him over.

When my coworker (who was an employee and not a contractor) returned I told him about the managers, my encounter with Major D*ck and tipped him off about the newsreader. My coworkers eyes lit up and he stood straight like a huge weight had been lifted. It turns out that D*ck once again had senior staff watch the 'stupid idiot’ fix the computer that the “tech broke being incompetent’. Surprise - It turns out it was out of disk space and would not re-start. The tech had to boot from a disk and delete temp files just to boot. In front of everyone the tech points out that one directory was filling the drive with images. Once he had everyone’s attention he then popped open some images. Porn immediately filled the screen including some very sketchy stuff from what I hear.

The tech was ushered out and D*ck lost his job. Instead of putting D*ck into jail they covered asses and terminated him. No job, no power, and pension for you D*CK.

Patrick Hockstetter || Guilt

A/N: I say this a lot, but I mean it on this one, this was hard to try to come up with. I tried to hold true to Bower’s Gang as much as I could but I wanted to also humanize them more I guess. I hope this turned out well and everyone enjoys!

“Listen, I wouldn’t have came to you loser’s in the first place if I didn’t need the help.” Patrick’s voice was raspy, he growled out the words with his eyes hard on Bill, Stan, Richie, and Eddie, who stood in front of him while Henry, Belch, and Victor stood behind him. Patrick’s face was scratched up, his body bloodied and bruised from his narrow escape from that god damned clown. When he got back and found that you had been missing as well, something in him… broke.

When Patrick first started dating you, his violent and sinister nature eased as he began regularly taking his medication, with a little convincing from you. It took nearly six months, six long strenuous months, but he slowly warmed up to treating you and others decently. It was a lot of work for you, but despite the sexual gestures and the harsh words he would give you and others, you saw the glimmer of good in him. Patrick slowly became more affectionate and loving than just possessive and obsessive over you, he treated you more like his girlfriend than just his personal toy. He treated you like you were real, as terrifying as that was for him. He grew to love you in how own special way.

Patrick shot a glare behind him at his friends, who looked away in shame, his gaze turned back to the losers, “I would’ve thought that they would’ve kept an eye out for Y/N, but obviously not.”

“Listen, man-“ Belch was cut off with another glare from Patrick. Y/N, his girl, was taken when the others clearly should have been with her.

“Wow, what does that make you assholes if you’re asking us losers for help? Huh?” Patrick gave a warning growl, “R-Richie, n-not the t-time.” Bill stuttered out, he looked over at Patrick, despite the constant bullying Patrick and his friends did to the loser’s, Bill understood the desperation Patrick felt to find Y/N. Hoping she was alive.

“W-we’ll help.” Bill’s words cut the tension, Patrick’s eyes moved from Richie to Bill, “on-n one con-condition, st-stop the b-bullying.”

Henry scoffed, “Patrick, let’s just-“

Patrick turned on Henry, his finger pointed directly in Henry’s face, “you don’t get to speak.” Oddly enough, Henry shut his mouth in a tight line, “deal.”

“Woah-“ Richie began to speak, “shut it trashmouth.” Patrick stepped forward threateningly, “go get the other losers and let’s go.” The boys nodded and scurried off, “meet at Neibolt in an hour!” His yell was loud enough to reach the four boys riding off on their bikes, arguing over what was happening, he turned on his friends, “we aren’t upholding that deal.” Henry’s arms crossed over his chest, Patrick closed the distance between them, “oh, we are upholding it. You fuckers got us in the situation in the first fucking place. I had to fight way way out of that god damn sewer just to find out you idiots didn’t even give a damn about watching over Y/N or making sure she was ok. I was missing!” His words were becoming increasingly angrier, the last sentence he yelled aggressively in Henry’s face.

“And if you don’t hold up the deal, that’s fucking fine by me, don’t even fucking come. If she-“ his voice almost broke, he cleared his throat and kicked his chapped lips, “if she’s dead, I’ll kill you all myself.” Patrick stepped back from the boy, stomping in the direction of the Neibolt house, he could hear a scuffling behind him as the others caught up to him in silence.

The stood outside of Neibolt, waiting for the losers, well, the others to show up. They showed up after forty minutes, Patrick shot them the closest look he could give for being grateful they came, it almost looked like a pained grimace with a hint of a genuine smile. He was working on it and it did not help as an unfamiliar feeling washed over him, his stomach churned and he looked away in shame. Guilt.

“Let’s go.” Patrick marched into the house without a second thought, his head set on finding you, alive.

Patrick marched through the house, leading the ten behind him as he came across the well. The rope that he climbed out of still hanging there. He gave it a strong tug, “I’ll go down first.” He muttered as he latched onto the rope, “there is an opening about halfway down, we’ll go from there.”

One by one, they slowly climbed down the rope until they were all huddled together in an awkward silence, “this way.” The light from the loser’s flashlights surrounded Patrick as he lead the way, his lighter lit in front of his face. His eyes were darting around, clearly on edge about being back in the sewers, “you ok?” Patrick shot a glance over to Victor before he gave almost a barely noticeable nod, but no answer.

The sewers opened up, they stepped out of the pipe, their eyes immediately drawn to the mountain of… stuff. All eyes slowly trailed up to see floating kids, “t-the m-missing k-kids.” Bill whispered, his frantic eyes searching for Georgie as Patrick looked for Y/N.

“Y/N!” Patrick’s voice was loud, his tongue swept across his lips as his eyes landed on your body in the air. Your head was leaned back, your hair falling freely, your arms hung loosely at your sides, blood trickled down the side of your face as you stared blankly at the ceiling.

“She’s too high for me to reach her, someone help me get her down!” Patrick turned his rage onto the boys as Victor and Belch moved and helped Patrick up, despite the height they came to, she was still too high. His eyes landed on Richie, knowing he weighed the least, “Tozier, come here.”

Richie stood frozen, eyes wide. Patrick let out a calm huff to tone down his anger and fear, “please help me get her down.”

Richie moved and Ben and Mike helped Richie up, holding him up to Patrick who grabbed him and lifted him to grab Y/N. Slowly, the four boys began to pull Richie, Patrick, and Y/N down with Henry catching Y/N as she fell forward.

“Is… is she breathing?” Patrick had to catch himself from his voice breaking.

Henry laid her down and Mike pressed his head against her chest, “I hear her heartbeat and she’s breathing. It’s faint, but she’s alive.” Patrick’s face strained as he fell to his knees, his hands grasped her face, “Y/N.” His gave her a light shake, “Y/N, you have to wake up.”

A bone chilling laughter echoed off the walls, it sounded like it could have came from anywhere in the room. Heads turned wildly before Beverly’s voice called, “to the right!”

All heads snapped in that direction, It stood a few feet from them, it’s eyes stared at each one in hunger, drool pooled on the concrete below him, “ah, the one that slipped away.” It’s voice growled at Patrick, who stood up defensively in front of Y/N’s body, blocking it from its view, “well, you aren’t as dumb as you seemed.” It hummed as a twisted grin rose on its face, “the loser’s and the asshole’s: what a crowd, what a meal.”

Bill caught it off guard, slamming a metal rod against the back of its head. All ten kids piled on it as that time and began their merciless beating.

“It’s not real.” Bill’s words echoed throughout and a smirk rose to Patrick’s lips, he jumped forward and tackled the clown, sending him down to the floor and he repeatedly punched the clown in the face. With a harsh shove, Patrick flew off of him and landed near Y/N, her eyes still stared blankly at the ceiling, “what the hell did Hockstetter do to it?” His head turned back to the group huddled around the frantic and panicked clown, who stared horrified at Patrick, “I don’t believe he’s real. That’s how I got away the first time.”

“What the fuck?” It was a quiet whisper, almost unheard. Simply not believing in It is all it took?

“Solipsism,” Henry’s voice was rough as he stood threateningly behind the clown so he could not escape, “he doesn’t believe anything is real… other than himself.”

Patrick gave a shrug as the losers looked at him with wide eyes, “I knew he was crazy.” Richie whispered quietly.

“You took my girl.” Patrick stood up and walked in front of the clown, “real or not, I’m going to kill you.” Patrick took his foot and kicked it into It’s face, smashing it between Patrick’s foot and the edge of the well. He repeatedly brought his foot down on him before Henry pulled him off, “Ok… It’s dead man.”

Patrick pushed his black hair out of his face and wiped his face with the back of his hand, all anger he had left disappeared when he faced Y/N once more, still unconscious. Eddie was next to her, shaking her. To Patrick, it felt like the world stopped when Eddie began doing chest compressions, “She’s not breathing! Patrick, come here!”

Patrick walked forward and fell to his knees, “what do I do?” His eyes began to water as he looked down at Y/N, “tilt her head back to open her airway, when I tell you to, pinch her nose and blow two breaths into her mouth…. now.”

Patrick did as instructed, his lips met hers and he blew two deep breaths into her, “C’mon, Y/N, c’mon.”


Patrick repeated his steps as he did before, this time after the two breadths, he placed a kiss on her lips, “Please, Y/N.” Tears began to run down his face as Patrick cried for the first time since he was a baby. The ones that were standing around, observing, looked away. Ben and Beverly had tears in their eyes.

“I got a pulse!” Mike called, Patrick did not even realize he moved over to them. Patrick wiped away a tear that fell on your cheek with his thumb, “Y/N, wake up.”

With a raspy cough, Y/N’s eyes returned back to their bright iris instead of the dull white, her eyes met Patrick’s wet ones, “Pat-“ his arms pulled her up to his chest and held her close, “you… you were… Patrick, you were missing, what the hell?!”

You pulled back and took in his bruised and scratched face, his nose was broken but reset, his lip split open. His hands came to your face, her eyes swelled with tears, “This is real, right?” You ask through a sob as you took in your surroundings, the ‘losers’ and Patrick’s friend’s stood around you. The first genuine laugh you had ever received from Patrick broke through his throat as he held you close, “I’m normally the one who asks that.” You note that whatever happened to him since you both went missing possibly changed him, he was showing emotions.

“You’re safe.” He whispered into your hair as he held you close, your eyes sending a grateful look to the others behind you. Patrick was safe and you were safe, to him, that was all that mattered.

Civil war

“If we wanna make billions of dollars, then I think we should start with the Tupperware movie!”

Right, start with the black superhero.”

“Marvel is making a black superhero movie.”

Sticking up for your boyfriend, 10/10, good boyfriend



His Date ~Draco Malfoy Imagine~

Summary: You are in Hufflepuff and one of the kindest people in Hogwarts. When you and Draco go to the Yule Ball together, this shocks everybody.

Author’s Note: I wish there are more Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader imagines. 

Originally posted by strongerbloger

To be honest, it was him falling for you. When Snape made you two partners for Potions. Every time he’d insult you, you would respond back with a compliment. With every compliment you gave him, he would blush a little and would start to fall for you. It felt like yesterday he was insulting you.

“Watch out, you clumsy idiot,” Draco said to you.

“You have such nice hair,” You smiled over at him.

“Is that sarcasm?” Draco asked you, seeing if he had push a button.

“No. You really do have nice hair,” You smiled softly. Draco stared at you in confusion. Then it happened again the next day. 

“You’re suppose to put in three elf dust not four! Can’t you focus?” Draco asked you.

“I’m sorry Draco. I’m not as smart as you,” You tell him.

This went on for almost a month. Until Snape separated you both from getting annoyed by you two. That’s when Draco started to miss your compliments. When you were reading by the lake, Draco saw you reading alone. 

“Why so alone? No friends?” Draco asked you. You looked up to look at him.

“I like to be alone. You look nice today, Draco,” you tell him.

“Why do you do that?” Draco asks you confused. 

“What do you mean?” You ask confused.

“You always give out compliments whenever I’m rude to you,” Draco said. 

“Because I like spreading positive compliments. Even if the other person isn’t as nice,” You tell him. Draco stared at you for a while. 

“Well, the Yule ball is coming up, would you like to be my date?” Draco asks you.

“Why? Why me? You hate Hufflepuffs,” You tell him.

“I don’t hate all of them. I like you,” Draco admitted. After he had admitted his feelings for you, this made you smile. 

“You’re cute when you blush,” You complimented. 

During the beginning of the Yule Ball, you ran into your friend Hermione Granger

“Hello, Hermione. You’re looking very beautiful tonight. Your date is very lucky,” You tell her.

“And so is yours. Who is your date anyway?” She asks you.

“Draco Malfoy,” you smile. 

“What?” She asked in shock. 

“It’s alright,” You tell her. 


“He asked me by the lake. Oh, there he is. I should be off,” You tell her before walking off. Draco stared at you in shock. You were beautiful. You smiled as you walked downstairs. 

“Hello, Draco,” You smile. 

“You look beautiful,” Draco said. 

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself. Shall we go?” You ask him. 

“Yes. This way,” Draco said holding his arm out. You held onto him before walking to the Great Hall. You were memorized by the whole scenery that you didn’t notice people’s stares and whispers about you and Draco.

“Is that Y/N with Draco Malfoy?”

“A Slytherin and a Hufflepuff? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“He would’ve been better with someone else.”

“Can you all mind your own business?” Draco almost yelled at the fellow Hogwarts students. They all stopped their whispers but their stares were still on you both. 

“You look cute when you shout,” You smile up at him.

“And you look beautiful admiring everything,” Draco compliments. You smile at him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

Things Said in my Household but With Fairy Tail Pt.11


Erza: *yelling at everyone*

Natsu: Erza….

Erza: WHAT?!

Natsu: *holds laughter in* you’re not you when you’re hungry…

Gray: Eat a snickers..*takes snicker out*


Wendy: May they reeses (rest in) pieces. BADUM TSS





Bully: where you going ugly

Wendy: Away from you.

Bully: what you said punk?


Bully: I dare you to say that my face.

Wendy: *walks up to their face* LOOK, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT. SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. YOU CAN KISS MY ASS GOODBYE. *turns around and walks off*

Natsu: *wipes tears* we raised her right..

Gajeel: I’ve never been so proud.



Wendy: GUYS!

Natsu: What.

Gajeel: what do you want?

Wendy: *puts leg out on table* LOOK HOW SMOOTH MY LEGS AREEE! *just shaved*

Gajeel: Holy shit how!?

Natsu: *pokes leg* Are YOU EVEN HUMAN.

Gray: so smooth ☆-☆


Gray: When I say pop! You say tart! Ready!

Gray: Pop!

Wendy: TART!

Gray: Pop!

Gajeel: TART!

Gray: Pop!

Natsu: FART!

Gray: fuck you natsu


Gajeel: I knew we shouldn’t have played hide n’ seek.

Natsu: where the FUCK is wendy?!

Gray: I swear to fucking God we checked everywhere!



*All three start arguing*

Wendy: *hangs upside from ceiling and watches them argue* idiots. *climbs back to ceiling*


Natsu: *pops out from behind couch* Eagle 1 is a go.

Gajeel: *rolls but fails miserably to the side of the couch with a marker* Eagle 2 is a go.

Wendy: *walks up to the sleeping Gray and pokes his cheek* ….*no budge from him*

Natsu: say it Wendy…

Wendy: *sighs* shorty…inbound…it’s a go…

Natsu: hehehe

Gajeel: *starts drawing on Gray*


*A few hours later*



*The next morning*

Natsu: *sees gajeel and starts laughing*

Gajeel: what’s so funny?

Natsu: your face!!!


Natsu: wait wh– *sees self* WHAT THE FUCK.

Gray: what the hell is all the yelling about– *sees and starts laughing*

Natsu: gray. …you…BASTARD!! *tackles*

Gray: w-wait no it wasnt me–*gets tackled*

Wendy: *stands in doorway with a marker in her hand, completely oblivious to the others* that’s for calling me short. *walks away* idiots.


*And this is the story of how we got lily, our cat**we were children**

Gajeel: I want that one.

Cobra: are you sure you don’t want like a lizard..

Gajeel: I want that one!

Natsu: let’s get a snake!!


Gray: I don’t want a stupid cat!

Cat: *mews*

Wendy: *giggles* kitttyyy.

Erza: why don’t we just get a dog.

Gajeel: I. WANT. THAT. ONE.

Cobra: fine! We’ll get the cat! Jeez.


Pt. 12???

anonymous asked:

For the prompts: "is this your first time?" "So...what are we now?" And "rise and shine, sweet thing." Some prinxiety of you don't mind. ;)

[cough] so I might have made this angsty… sorry? [cough]

Tag list: @zadi-jyne @musicphanpie-b @ajumbleofwords @love-sanders-sides @lostin–translation @holdnarrytight @strange-dark-son @mikey-girl12

Warnings: self-hatred, self-depricating thoughts, mentions of transphobia at the end, physical and verbal fighting (though v little on the physical), angst to fluff ending

They’d been sitting on Virgil’s back porch for just over an hour, silently staring up at the stars, before Virgil finally piped up.

“So… Why are you doing this? I’m clearly not your type–I mean, I’m ‘the epitome of of all things dark’ and you’re… You’re basically glitter personified; just a giant ball of shiny stuff that everyone loves. Did someone set you up to this? Oh, god, is this one of those pranks where you try to get close to me and then humiliate me in front of the school? I thought you were at least better than that.” Virgil’s voice grew bitter and quiet as he stood up and walked to the railing.

Roman’s head snapped to the darkly-clad boy standing a few feet away. “What? No! That’s–I’m not… Why would you even think that?” He moved to stand up when Virgil whipped around, tears streaming down his face.

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wit-craft  asked:

Hey​ mom (I can call you that right?) Since you seem to be the resident romance novel expert, I was wondering if you knew any good wlw ones? Preferably with a historical setting? Sorry to bother you I just thought I'd ask

You absolutely can :)

The Oregon Series by “Jae” ( honestly just delve into any of her stuff, I really like her style and there’s a lot of stuff to choose from) is also well worth reading. When the series was first doing the rounds some people argued against it being included in w/w circles cause one of the characters, “Luke”,   prefers to present as male, even though at other times they definitely talk about themselves in fem terms as well, so it’s basically a western story with a gender fluid cowboy and their hot wife. Again, take a wander through Jae’s stuff, not all of it is historical but she does a fair amount. I’ve got my eye on the Victorian one for as soon as I have the funds.

@gailcarriger has also started doing romantic one-off spin offs from her Parasolverse, and has a romance between Madame Lefoux and a young maid called Imogene in her novella Romancing the Inventor which I found enjoyable. ( It’s steampunk themed so there’s your history.

In the Company of Women by Kate Christie is a sweet romance that takes place between two women flung together in the army during the time period of WW2. I was hesitant about this one at first because well, every romance I ever read that was about WW2 was always a tragedy cause someone dies, but this one is blessedly free of the Kill Your Gays trope so often prevalent in historical fiction. Also there’s cute girls in uniforms flying planes so  👌👌👌

I’ve also currently got Christie’s quite literally titled Gay Pride and Prejudice sitting on my kindle but I haven’t had a chance to start it yet.

Popcorn Love by KL Hughes while not historical is a very fun, sweet read. It’s basically the fanfic trope of X doesn’t realize Y is their one true love even though they are now practically living together due to circumstances, lets watch these two idiots figure it out while screaming internally for 200 pages.

Also I’m not so sure she counts exclusively as romance (I know she doesn’t) but Sarah Waters is one of my favorite historical writers featuring lesbian protagonists. Finger Smith and Tipping the Velvet, were my first novels by her and I loved them. Both titles are slang for pickpockets but also quaint Victorian euphemisms for ladies who enjoy the company of other ladies so she’s got me over a barrel with that wordplay.

Also I can’t not mentioned @finnglas‘s short story Swelter which while not historical, is just a really sweet w/w heavy on the feels erotica short story, it’s like a half hour read and 99cents at the moment and just, I wish you’d make it into a full novel Jules I really do, I’d read that dynamic for 60,000 words in a heartbeat.

If anyone has any recs they’d like to add in, I’ll gladly edit the post to include them :)

Spilled Coffee || KakaSaku

This is a bit late @do-you-even-kakashi but here is your little gift. I hope you like it. Happy birthday 😚💖


Sakura Haruno hummed quietly to herself as she waited in line for her coffee, foot tapping out a rhythm on the floor.

It was a good day, summer was coming to an end and the weather was a pleasant mix of sunny and cool. She finally was on a break from uni and being out in a crowd and seeing people was a nice change of scenery after being holed up in her apartment studying day and night for the past three months. The fact that she graduates after one more year was a bonus.

Of course, the good day couldn’t possibly last.

“Well if that isn’t Sakura!” The sound of her name made her look up, and oh boy, she wished she didn’t.

Walking her way was a couple she was all too familiar with. A dark haired man with black mysterious eyes and a lean strong build known as Sasuke Uchiha. Also known as her ex-boyfriend. He had his arm wrapped around a redhead’s waist. Karin Uzumaki, the name came to her without much struggle. The woman was a famous actress and a gorgeous one too.

She didn’t hate Karin, not really. It wasn’t her fault Sasuke was a cheating bastard. But she couldn’t help but resent her a little for ruining her perfect image of said man. Of course, that all was years ago, when they were still in high school.

Now, three years later, Sasuke was still with Karin. What was it that Sakura lacked, exactly? The rosette couldn’t help but wonder as she studied the approaching couple.

They were now within greeting distance and she steeled her nerves. It wouldn’t do to let him know he still had a small effect on her. “Oh, is that you Sasuke? Wow, it’s been so long!” Wish it’d been longer.

He smirked easily, guiding the redhead into line. “It has indeed. I haven’t seen you since graduation.”

Sakura hummed, mentally preparing herself for an emotionally exhausting conversation. She wondered iff she could somehow escape as soon as she got her coffee, and wished the workers would hurry up. “well, you know how life works. I’ve been busy.”

He nodded in agreement, with that same familiar smirk she once liked. Ugh, puke. “Hmm, I know. What are you studying?”

Sakura could help but smirk, she worked damn hard to get into a good university and she was proud of herself and her achievements, “medicine. Almost done with it… you?”

Sasuke shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a slight stiffening along his shoulder line, “finished law school and went back to playing football.”

Yikes, the last thing anyone wanted was for Sasuke to be a cop. That spoke of disaster.

“Yeah, maybe stick with football.” She agreed, moving to accept her drink with a barely concealed sigh of relief. “Well, I should get going, I have an appointment. Nice catching up with you.”

She was about to leave— scramble the hell out of there because his presence brought back really unpleasant memories of an insecure past-self she wished to banish— when Karin’s voice caught her attention, “go on. Invite her.”

Sakura reluctantly turned back to face the couple with a curious eyebrow raise, “invite me to what?”

“Our wedding. It’s next week.”

Sakura froze, and she had to make a conscious effort not to look like she walked into a solid brick wall. Wedding? …wedding!?

That little bastard— piece of fucking trash— asshole— little fucking— “oh. Oh, congratulations you guys!”

Her voice came out a little strained and she winced. Ugh, way to show him I’m over him.

“It would be lovely if you’d attend.” Karin said, smiling in that same pretty way she did on camera. Ugh…. “bring along a date too.”

“Um,” Sakura was a breath away from declining, claiming she needed to be on the other side of the country because she sure felt like it at that moment but then she caught sight of Sasuke’s challenging gaze and wow, fuck him, fuck that asshole, I’ll show him, “sure. I’ll be there. Just text me the details.”

She finally waved and hurried out of Starbucks. Once outside, she paused to take a deep breath and violently swear in her mind for agreeing. She was already regretting her decision— She didn’t even have a date! She’d rather die than show to his wedding with a dating. I’m a fuckin’ idiot.

“Hey, watch out!” She didn’t think this day could get worse but lo and behold, a man on a bicycle was hurtling towards her at insane speed and she barely had time to jump out of the way and avoid an early death.

Her coffee slipped out of her hold, splashing both her and nearby passerby’s pants and Sakura fell backwards, and it all seemed to happen in slow motion, much to her horror. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the shocking impact.

Firm arms however, caught her just in time and she and another person went crashing into the ground. Her back met something firm and warm, knocking the breath out of her and something sharp dragged across her palm causing her to she wince. She was only dimly aware of the feeling of a warm liquid trickling down her hand.

She looked down dazedly to see a piece of glass sticking out of her hand and gasped, a pained cry echoing from her throat.

“Hey— hey, are you okay?” A quiet voice rasped worriedly from behind her and she slowly turned to come face to face with…

She gasped again, and not in pain. The man holding her was Kakashi Hatake. One of her favorite authors of all time. Oh hell, apparently this day could get worse.

“I-I…” she stuttered, biting her lip to stop from letting out a pained sound. Her palm was pulsing and throbbing like there was no tomorrow and much to her displeasure, it was staining her clothes.

His dark irises slid to her palm then and they widened slightly, “damn,” he breathed reaching to carefully hold her palm up to inspect, “hey that looks pretty serious. Come on, you should go to the hospital.”

The pain had numbed her brain and she was barely aware of him lifting her up to her feet. “H-hospital?” His words suddenly registered in her mind. “W-wait, it’s fine. I'm— I’m a med student.”

He stared at her, somewhat surprised. “Med student?”

She nodded in confirmation, staggering out of his hold. She needed to get out of there, take care of her hand and hate Sasuke’s gut for the entirety of next week. And speaking of that bastard, the last thing she needed was for him to walk out and see her in her miserable state, hot coffee soaking her coat and blood dripping from her hand. “I’ll just go home.”

Kakashi eyed her disbelievingly for a few seconds before sighing in acceptance, “come on, I’ll drop you.”

She stared at him, speechless. He was even nicer than she expected, and he looked even better in reality. She’d only ever seen him on TV doing interviews about his new books. The scar running down his left eye looked even deeper face to face. She wondered how he could still use his eye… okay, she was drifting off topic here and he was now staring expectantly at her.

“Y-you don’t need to…” she stammered, embarrassed at having zoned out. “It’s a two block walk.”

He snorted and completely ignored her. He boldly wrapped and arm around her waist and began to guide her away, “don’t be silly, you’re leaking blood everywhere. I can’t leave you like this.”

Her mind was grumbling about how troublesome he was being but who was she even kidding, she definitely wanted this man’s company for a little while longer.

Kakashi walked her to his car, a shiny black thing that was rather enchantinh. She had no idea what kind it was, she really wasn’t into cars. But it looked nice, and the seats felt even nicer. She gave him the directions in a daze, her eyes roaming his side profile, mapping every detail.

His hair was darker than it looked on TV. In every interview she watched it was almost white, but looking at it now, it was a platinum shade that really complimented his pale complexion.

Faint freckles dotted his nose and cheeks and why wasn’t he a model, anyway?

Sakura stumbled her way out of the car when Kakashi parked outside her building and to her doorstep, aware of said man following her, looking ready to catch her if she fell.

They made it up the six flights of stairs and she fumbled for her keys until they unlocked her door, her fingers now shaking in pain.

She faintly remembered her manners and she turned to him as she hurried towards the kitchen, “make yourself at home!”

Once inside the familiar walls of her kitchen, she retrieved her first aid kit and got to work, grunting in pain as she extracted the glass shard from her skin.

He showed up just as she drenched her hand in antiseptic. They both winced.

The silver-haired man moved to inspect her work. “Will it need stitches?” He asked curiously, a hint of worry in his tone.

Sakura shook her head. “No, I just need to wrap it up.”

He nodded and watched her work. A few moments passed before he broke the silence, and sounded a little awed. “I didn’t imagine you were a doctor, what with the pink hair.”

She felt her cheeks flush slightly but didn’t look up from her injured hand as she wrapped it up, “it’s just pink hair, it doesn’t impair my ability to learn.”

He nodded absently. “Well it’s nice that you can take care of your injuries by yourself. I wish I could. I hate hospitals”

Her mouth quirked up and she comforted him, “I don’t do this often. I rarely get injured, but today’s just a bad day it seems.”

“Something happened?” He wondered, and when she raised her eyebrow, amended, “other than this I mean.”

Sakura sighed dejectedly and got into explaining her morning. “I ran into my cheating ex-boyfriend and his fiancé. He invited me to his wedding. And I don’t have a date. I really shouldn’t have accepted.”

“Then why did you?” Kakashi arched a questioning eyebrow and she was momentarily distracted by how attractive that simple action was.

“Because… I don’t want him to think I’m not over him or something.” She muttered embarrassedly and got up. “I’m going to change,” she announced, looking down at her coffee stained clothes. “There’s tea and coffee in the second cabinet, cups in the third, help yourself.”

As she hurried to her bedroom, it occurred to her that Kakashi was a stranger—an incredibly attractive one at that—and yjag it was unwise to have strangers go through your belongings unsupervised but somehow, she didn’t mind that much. Besides the fact that she desperately wanted to jump him, the man was a living breathing legend. His books were bestseller worldwide. She doubted anyone could call themselves a thriller fan and not know who Kakashi Hatake was.

His books were turned into movies, and he even acted in one of them. It was almost disorienting being in the presence of someone so great and successful.

She made a quick work of shedding her clothes and replacing them with a clean red dress that reached her knees.

When she made it back to the kitchen, she found him by the kettle heating some water, back facing her. The sight of his muscled shoulders was definitely distracting. She could almost see every detail, every dip and corner of his beautifully contoured body beneath his tight shirt.

He turned and smiled almost sheepishly at her when he noticed her there. Ridiculously, her stomach knotted.

He pointed at a blue book on top of her microwave as he stated. “You read my work.”

She wondered why he looked surprised. Most people read his work. “Yes. I love your work.”

He grinned in that way she was sure gave a few females a heart attack along the way. What with his sharp canines and dimple, “what’s your favorite?”

“Um,” she paused, going over her mental list of every book of his that she read. It really was hard to pick a favorite, “I really liked House of Crows… Will Of Fire too.”

“Ah,” he said, almost delighted, “my old work.”

“I like your recents too,” she assured, “especially Icha Icha, I didn’t think you’d ever write romance.”

“How badly did I fail?” He joked easily, turning to pour water in his tea cup.

“Oh hush,” she rolled her eyes. Silly man, it was a bestseller. “It’s awesome. I’m glad someone is continuing Jiraiya’s work. It was really unfortunate he quit.”

Kakashi shrugged and admitted, “he asked me to continue his work— his wife isn’t too fond of his more… lewd literature.”

Sakura snorted and moved to get herself a cup and a teabag, “too bad. But hey, you made them even better so I ain’t complaining.”

Kakashi smiled as he took a sip of his tea, “honestly I’m facing somewhat of a writer’s block lately. Everyone is demanding a new Icha Icha book but I’m not very inspired. I hate repetition. I want to write something different.”

Sakura poured herself tea and turned to regard the incredibly sexy man in her kitchen. How desperate is she that she almost entertained the thought of him having her on the table… “take your time. A good book is a well-thought out one.”

He hummed thoughtfully. He then started, “oh, wow, I didn’t get your name?”

Sakura couldn’t help but laugh, “right, it’s Sakura.”

“I’m Kakashi… as you already know.” He said with a slight awkwardness that was really funny coming from a man who’d written and published erotic novels.

He was slowly proving to her he wasn’t all what he showed in interviews. He always looked so self-assured and confident. And yet, here he was in her kitchen, smiling almost bashfully at her.

“Let’s make a deal.” He suddenly said, almost seeming like he’d gathered his thoughts. “If you let me… base my next character on you— forgive me but you’re just terribly intriguing— I’ll… accompany you to your ex’s wedding.”

Sakura nearly dropped her tea cup. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him in astonishment.

He hastily began to apologise, thinking he’d offended her but she quickly interrupted him, “you’d do that? You’d be my date if I just let you base your character on me?”

Kakashi paused, eyes wide in surprise, probably at her acceptance of the idea, “well, yeah… it’s a big deal to me. Just like your ex’s wedding is a big deal to you.”

“Nice.” She grinned and hopped onto the counter, excitedly, “please feel free to then. I expect a nice male protagonist.” Preferably you.

Kakashi threw his head back and laughed. “You got it.”


The next week blurred by, and Sakura saw Kakashi every day. A sudden bout of inspiration appeared to have hit him and he started spending more and more time with her, claiming that talking to her is keeping his inspiration running.

She really didn’t mind, he had a brilliant mind and she immensely enjoyed bantering with him. In that single week they seemed to have built something like a friendship with the undertones of sexual tension.

Sakura tried to convince herself that only she was aware of that tension because there was no question when it came to wanting to jump his bones but hey, you can’t blame her, he was a really attractive man. However, she could’ve sworn she’d sometimes catch him staring at her mouth like he might lunge over the table and kiss her. She surely wouldn’t have minded.

She held onto his arm as they walked into the reception. It was packed and overflowing with people dancing and drinking themselves into a stupor. Strangely, it didn’t feel as bad to be there anymore, especially with the company of someone like Kakashi.

She led him to where Sasuke and Karin were greeting people.

They both stared at the silver-haired man next to her, looking almost gobsmacked as she introduced him as her date. “Sasuke, Karin, this is Kakashi. Kakashi, these are Sasuke and Karin.”

Kakashi nodded politely, a small charming smile tilting the corner of his mouth, “congratulations. I wish you happiness in your marriage.”

They continued to stare until the silver-haired man quirked an amused eyebrow.

“A-ah, forgive me but… are you Kakashi Hatake?” Sasuke asked, eyes drifting between Sakura and the tall man holding her.

“The one and only.” Kakashi winked and Sakura had to admit he surely could charm about anyone. “I’ll see you two around, yeah? It was nice meeting you. Come on Sakura, I’ve been dying to try that strawberry tart.”

Sakura giggled, following him away. She gave him a thumbs up when out of the newly wedded couple’s view. “That was perfect. I can’t thank you enough.”

“You sure you don’t want to make out where they can see for the final touch?” He teased lightly, but something in his eyes told her he wasn’t entirely joking.

Her heart pounded. It was moments like this that convinced her the silver-haired man found her attractive, too. “That would make a terribly convenient Icha Icha scene wouldn’t it?” She raised a challenging eyebrow despite the heat pooling in her belly.

Kakashi paused and now they were at the edges of the room, next to a pillar and was it just her or was Kakashi backing her into a corner? “Hmm,” he hummed contemplatively. “It depends on whether I would have to drag you back to the car and peel this lovely dress off.”

His voice dropped to a smokey whisper and her breath hitched. She hadn’t realised how badly she wanted him until she could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. His hands landed on her hips and he gently pressed her against the wall, keeping her hidden from view.

“And then what?” Her voice wobbled slightly as she felt his hot breath on her face, electrifying her skin.

She felt his hand on the exposed skin of her thigh, where the slit of her dress extended all the way up to her hip. “And then,” he murmured, their noses almost brushing together. His thumb traced the waistband of her panties, “maybe find out if you taste as nice as you look.”

He swallowed her gasp as his mouth captured hers in a hungry kiss and she couldn’t help the embarrassingly needy moan that escaped her as his hot tongue traced her lower lip and slipped into her mouth to tangle with her own in a heated dance.

The sound of the wedding faded from her ears to be replaced by the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. His hand traced her sides, pinching her hips closer to him so that their bodies pressed together.

Sakura was about to completely lose herself to the raging fire in her body when Kakashi pulled away from her, lips kiss-swollen and eyes mischievous and dark with something that made her toes curl. “So… car?”

This man was going to be the death of her. “Definitely.”

Request: Could you do something where the reader has just moved to Derry in order to be closer to her relative, Richie and while out for a walk she goes into the House on Neiboot street? Sorry if thats to much

Tag: @ciertoonz

A/N: AHHAHhdksjask; I love this wow. Thank you! I hope you don’t mind that I made reader in college. 

Words: 1.7 K +

Warning: None

You unpacked your bags with a huff, seeing that your clothes were already wrinkled from the trip, having to be stuffed into the tight space of the only bag you had, you scrunched your nose. You had only been in Derry for two hours and it seemed to be just your luck that you wouldn’t have a nice pair of clothes to change into. 

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have i ever

talked about how..


sits on Asher in the car???

on the one hand, Asher is to blame for wanting to take up ¾ of the backseat
on the other hand, Gunner never capitalizes on his opportunities, letting Asher lay down first

but they come to a compromise eventually, as you can see

Mulligan headcanons!!


  • Just the right amount of physical contact
  • He won’t admit it but he looooves cuddling 💕
  • Actually the best cuddle buddy in the world
  • Hercules is usually on his back and you are on your side, hugging him with your head on his chest
  • If he’s very tired or has had a bad day, his favorite stress reliever is cuddling with his head on your chest as you stroke his hair
  • When the two of you sleep there has to be some sort of physical contact, even if it’s jusr hand holding
  • In winter you mostly sleep on top of him with a lot of blankets!! 🙈
  • You leaving kisses all over his face
  • Sometimes while he’s working, Herc will hum some tune and when he notices you listening he stops with a sheepish grin
  • Says he doesn’t like his singing voice
  • But you love it!
  • Always brings you new clothes or sews them himself
  • He knows your style so well and you look amazing in everything he makes
  • I have a feeling he gets jealous easily but doesn’t really show it
  • Ready to fight anyone who looks at you, let alone touches you in an innapropiate way
  • He’d do anything for you BUT don’t steal his beanie without asking
  • The squad is also pretty protective over you
  • Doesn’t dance but will do it if that’s something that makes you happy and you enjoy it
  • Binge watching shows like WAGs, KUWTK and such, just to laugh your asses off at the drama and overreacting
  • Herc is always so warm which is a blessing in winter
  • Making hot cocoa and snacks for your movie/show nights
  • Saving up some money for Broadway shows
  • Your apartment/flat(?) Is pretty small but cozy feels like family and you love it
  • Carpooling
  • But Hercules mostly watches you sing your heart out and smiles like an idiot in love
  • The squad knows how much you mean to him and he really, really loves you more than anyone (especially because he was nervous when asking you out- that really said something)
  • Working out together 💪💪
  • Also having cheat days when you go to your fast food restaurant and knock yourselves out
  • He loves meeting your friends
  • During horror movies it’s hard to say which one of you gets more scared 😄

[A/N] Herc fluff, as requested by mi amiga @claire-says ✨ I hope it’s fluffy enough gurl 😉 you can send me requests for headcanons and imagines, and have a great day!! 🌻

Lunchtime Drabble: No Rest

Pairings: Jim x Pregnant Reader, Bones x sister reader
Words: 574
Warnings: cuteness?
Summary: Jim calls Bones in the middle of the night to check on his very pregnant wife.
A/N: this might get a second part written for it if there’s enough interest. Let me know if anyone is interested in being on a lunchtime drabble or permanent tag list!

Y/N woke to a noise by her head. WIthout opening her eyes, she knew it was a tricorder in the hands of Dr. McCoy.

“What are you doing?” Y/N grumbled.

“Just checking,” came the rough response as Bones knelt next to her on the bed.

“It’s the middle of the night!” Y/N whined, rolling over to bump into yet another person kneeling on her bed. “Jim, why?”

“I just got worried, Y/N.” her husband responded, one arm wrapping around her swollen belly. “I called Bones because you were making some noises in your sleep.”

“Noises?” Y/N finally opened her eyes and looked at Jim. “What kind of noises?”

“Sounded like normal snoring to me when I came in.” Bones replied for him.

Y/N groaned. It was hard enough being pregnant, about ready to pop, and still trying to work in the medical lab. But with a paranoid captain husband and annoying doctor brother, this baby needed to make an appearance sooner rather than later. For everyone’s sanity!

“Is Y/N okay, Bones? Is the baby okay?” Jim asked nervously, rubbing a hand on Y/N’s belly.

“They are both fine Jim, same as last time you called. Y/N, honey, your blood pressure is just a little high, but I’m pretty sure that’s Jim’s fault.”

“What? High blood pressure?!” Jim jumped out of bed. “That’s bad, right!? Y/N you have to rest. You are relieved of duty until after the baby is born. Or maybe forever, I haven’t decided yet.”

“JIM!” Y/N called tiredly over his rant. “Please calm down and shut up. Leo, everything’s really okay?”

“Yes, darlin’. You and baby are fine. But we might need to talk about you taking leave from the lab.”

“All I do it sit at the computer! What harm can come from that? I don’t touch any of the chemicals. Besides, at work I’m literally right next door to the Medbay, what better place to be when I go into labor?”

“She has a point, Jim.” It’s about time her brother took her side on something.

Jim scrubbed a hand down his face as he paced at the end of the bed, evaluating the siblings and the situation.

“Alight. But I will hold you personally responsible, Bones, if anything happens.”

“I think I’m capable of watching out for my little sister, Jim, even if she does make idiotic choices when it comes to men.” Bones kissed Y/N’s head and told her to go back to sleep and headed back to his own bed, grumbling as he went out the door.

“Come here babe,” Y/N held her hand out to Jim, pulling him back onto the bed next to her. He gently rubbed her belly with one hand while the other went into her hair.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” He asked, his eyes searching hers. “I know I’m driving you crazy but I just need to know that you’re okay.”

“Jim, I promise you, I will tell you if I feel anything other than what’s normal.” Y/N smiled into his worried beautiful eyes. “Now, snuggle me back to sleep.”

Jim finally allowed himself a smile as he laid down behind his wife, pulling her to his chest, resting a hand where their child grew. As he felt her drift off to sleep, he promised himself he would protect them both until his dying breath.

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NCT 127 reaction to you being a rapper on SMTM

When you first told him you were going on the show he was worried because he didn’t want you to get hurt, but once the show began and you became a contender for the win he couldn’t hide his excitement for you. He was very supportive and always there to help you compose lyrics and beats for your raps.

He was constantly stressed, he understood that part of rapping on the show was dissing, but he still hated hearing how some of the contestants talked about you. He knew they were just mad because you were a talented rapper as well as pretty, but he still wished there was a way he could protect you from such negativity.

The man was hype. Any chance he got he was boasting about you. Even on the radio when he was a dj with Jaehyun. Didn’t mater the guest he was going to find a way to promote you. He sometimes would rant about how rude and disrespectful the other rappers could be, but even then he loved how your raps handled the situation without him.

He liked to help you with your lyrics, but since your flows as rappers were so different that’s all he was really capable of. He was your number one fan and always promoting you on the show. He even showed up for some of the live shows; without SM knowing of course. He liked to brag about you and knew you were easily enough as soon as the show ended going to start topping charts.

Win Win:
He struggled a bit with Korean already, but after your raps were out to the public he always was searching for the Chinese translations right off the beat. He would listen and read over the translations and just be in awe of you really. He couldn’t believe his cute S/O was doing so well and was being so strong in the face of the public. He was high key supportive as well and very openly turning up to watch you perform.

The man wouldn’t shut up to anybody. He called his parents just to boast as well. He promoted you and was your number one fan. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was president of one of your fan clubs. He was always there to protect you and comfort you as well. You may be a tough rapper on camera, but he knew that sometimes you just needed to breathe and let things out. There was no one better than him to support you on your journey you felt.

He was more calm about it. He tended to try and act more mature around everyone and simply complimented you in public here and there. He didn’t run his mouth and he tried not to cross lines. However as soon as he was alone he would pull out his phone and watch your performances and grin like an idiot. He was low-key very proud and rooting for you.

He was one who stressed the most. He was constantly worried and asking how you were doing. Sometimes you had to ask him to calm down and relax. Some of it was for show and the rude comments that weren’t were nothing you couldn’t handle. He was rooting for you always, but constantly telling you to be careful and mindful.

The boy was your hype man. You didn’t know how you felt about your lyrics he would listen and reassure you that it was amazing. He was your shoulder to lean on and your first listener to all your raps. He watched the show, he watched re-runs, then he would watch your clips on YouTube. He loved you more than words and was extremely proud at how well you were doing.

Originally posted by dovounq

A/N: Thanks to anyone who’s reading these. I hope they are alright and to everyone’s liking!

Dark Side of Your Room | Episode 4

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

This is a sequel to At the Drive-In. However, having read the prequel is not necessarily a requirement. I leave that up to your discretion.

At The Drive-In: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 + Epilogue

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairing: Jughead x Reader, Jughead x Betty
Word Count: 3,759
Warnings: I swear, mentions of drug and alcohol use. Them’s fightin’ words. I also did not proofread :) because I am Trashlord Quill :)
Summary: Jughead and Reader reconnect at Southside High where he notices that she’s wearing a very familiar leather jacket. It’s not long until he has a jacket of his own.
A/N: Part four yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas. My love for this story is slowly being re-ignited. How about yours????

I don’t believe in saints
They never make mistakes
I know it’s not my place
Who am I to tell you that you need to change?

She’s sitting on the sagging couch with her weight balanced on her right hip pretending to pay attention to a hockey game on the 32” tv screen screen sitting in the corner. Across the small living room The Man is relaxed in his reclining chair wearing his lucky jersey and loosely holding his first beer of the day. She can tell his heart isn’t in the game. As much as he pretends not to care, she knows that he is listening just as hard as she is for the crunch of gravel beneath tires.

Sean Cafferty has been a foster parent for almost two decades and is known as The Man, short for The Man of Few Words. Y/N hasn’t figured out if her foster father doesn’t have much to say or if he’s just too tired after work to waste his breath on words that have no real purpose being said.

What she has figured out is that The Man is utterly devoted to his wife and that his aloofness towards her was not an indicator of his feelings. He shows people how he cares with small actions that could go unnoticed for days: a hinge that no longer squeaks, a flower on her bedside table, a plush toy on her bookshelf. She would feel invisible and then he’d do something to show that he saw her: hiding her vegetables in his napkin, giving her a cookie before dinner, and plugging in the heating pad when she has cramps. The Man of Few Words has one catch phrase and it was “call me when you get there” the implied so I know that you’re safe goes unspoken.

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Home, Usnavi de la Vega x Reader

Prompt: Reader is new to Washington Heights, Usnavi helps her adjust + Usnavi de la Vega

Words: 826

Author’s Note: Usnavi, my old love, I always go back to him. Remember in my last fic when I promised my next one wouldn’t be Lin? This doesn’t count, right? Also, we hit 300 followers and this is my 30th fic!

Warnings: They drink beer at the very end.

Askbox | Masterlist

Less than a week after Vanessa moving away, Usnavi noticed a moving truck taking up a spot in front of her apartment complex. He would glare at it from the window of his bodega, knowing that whoever moved in made it official that Vanessa was gone.

Then he saw you, struggling with a few of the heavier boxes, and knew he was wrong to be upset with you. He considered going out to offer you help, as you looked completely helpless in the heat of Washington Heights, but Sonny had yet to show up for his shift and he couldn’t leave the bodega unattended.

So he watched you from the corner of his eye, as you politely turned down offers of help from some passersbys. You took a seat on the stoop in front of your building, trying your best to stay out of the way.

As soon as Sonny showed up, Usnavi was out the door, crossing the street to you. You watched as he approached, not really in the mood to have to fend off anyone while you still had a dozen boxes to move.

“Hi,” Was all he said. You waited for a moment, wondering if there was more.

“Hi?” You finally responded.

He didn’t really think this through. He spent the morning watching you brush off men much stronger than him. How was he supposed to get a cohesive sentence out without looking like an idiot?

“I’ve been watching you,” He physically facepalmed when you sent a questioning glance at him, “I mean, I own the corner bodega,” He shoved his thumb in the direction of the store, where Sonny was excitedly watching him from the window, “I saw you struggling a bit, and wondered if you wanted some help.”

He braced himself for a rejection as you looked him up and down. He wasn’t particularly tall or threatening. He had kind eyes and an innocent smile. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jeans; casual and approachable.

“Okay,” You said, pushing yourself up into a standing position. He seemed shocked that you were letting him help you. You gave him your name, holding out your hand for him to shake. He fumbled to get his hand out of his pocket, finally freeing it with a few rolled up dollar bills flying out as well.

He cursed under his breath, mentally kicking himself for being so uncool.

“What’s your name?” You giggled, moving to the truck to pick up a box.

“Usnavi.” You stopped in your tracks, turning and tilting your head at him.

“I don’t know how, but that name suits you.” You elbowed him lightly, causing him to fumble with the box he was carrying.

“Thanks, my parents gave it to me.” He shot back, a new and easy attitude radiating off of him. You couldn’t help but feel attached to him already, but you shook the notion away, “New to the city?”

“New to everything. Never been anywhere like here before, it’s pretty overwhelming, honestly.”

“Well, I know this place like the back of my hand. I could show you around? Teach you the ins and outs?” He asked, pausing as you hit the elevator button.

“I would really like that, thank you.”

He definitely knew the place like the back of his hand. Practically everyone on the street stopped to engage him in a conversation, and a lot of them took interest in you.

Turns out, you basically represented a new era for the few blocks of Washington Heights. They saw you as living proof that times were changing, possibly for the better. You took their fascination as a compliment.

Your final stop was Usnavi’s bodega, where his charming cousin had been waiting to hit you with a few pick-up lines, which Usnavi rolled his eyes at.

Much to their surprise, you shot back just as much as Sonny had given you. Sonny whistled in astonishment.

“Quite a catch you got here, cous.” He tisked as he moved to the back room, leaving you and Usnavi to make small talk until the sun began to set.

“Still feel like this place is overwhelming?” You leaned against the doorway of the bodega, peering out at the gentle bustle in front of you. Parents coming home from work, children finishing their schoolwork and going out into the street to play, older women hanging out clothes on their fire escape.

“It’s not home yet.” He moved to stand behind you, admiring the average day in Washington Heights, “But it can be one.”

“Well, Sonny seems to like you. Hate to break it to you, but you’re stuck here.” He offered an ice cold beer, which you happily took.

“All things considered, I have a feeling I’ll be happy here.”

He lifted his bottle in a cheers. You clinked the neck of your beer with his before taking a long, satisfying sip with nothing but Usnavi’s smile on your mind.