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Hwanung’s fan project!

Guys! Remember when I said yesterday that we can’t do anything for Hwanung anymore? Well, I was wrong! 😄 I have seen this project on twitter that a fansite is intending to do and I have to say that it sounds amazing. They are collecting fan messages and fanarts and with everything they receive they’re going to make a book that will be sent to Hwanung.😍 You know what is the best thing about this project? They want us, international fans, to participate too! 😭 We have an opportunity to show him that, even if he has been eliminated, he still has a lot of people supporting him and I know that he would be very happy to see that he has many international fans too. 

If you want to participate, here you have all the info that the fan site posted with the instructions. I think that it’s a great way for us, international fans, to give him love and make him happy! Hwanung deserves it guys! 😙 Let’s debut Hwanung!

ask and you shall receive | one (m)

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pairing: jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings: smut, lots of oral, slow burn, dirty talk, dom! hoseok
words: 13,865
summary: your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

 a/n: in the end I had to split this into two parts rip. It was already nearly 14k with just one smut scene haha. but oh well, that means more detail for part two…

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Not All Men

“Not all men are rapists,” my Dad would grunt as he scrolled through his friends’ Facebook profiles and read the articles about sexual assault they’d posted.

“Not all men are abusive,” my Dad would mutter as he did research to disprove the domestic violence statistics that bothered him so much.

“Not all men are like him,” I’d mouth to myself, as Dad threw Mom across the room for having the temerity to contradict something he’d said.

After hurting her one night, he came to my room a few hours later. “You’re a sweet boy,” he told me. “I know you’d never harm a woman, no matter how much she deserved it. Not all men are like me. You don’t have a temper.”

I did have a temper, though. And I seethed.

Years later, I left for college an angry, confused young man.

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Current mood. Lately my life has been in such a pleasant flurry in the best way. Things have just been falling into place simply from me keeping a positive mindset, speaking things into the universe and manifesting the things that I want. I’ve been so unbothered and just happy it almost feels too good to be true, but I’m grateful for what’s happening now. Also, I think this might be the happiest I’ve ever looked.. photographically at least. lol what was even going on? Also ..how are you guys?! Are you all well? How are you guys mentally? I love you all🌻

Quiet - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

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A/N -  Thanks so much for the ongoing support for all the one shots I keep spamming you guys with. Any requests would be appreciated 

Bucky x Reader - Bucky gets jealous over Steve’s constant need to save you.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut.

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You'll Miss Me When I Go

Part 1:

Keith didn’t understand why he had to go to these stupid group counselling sessions. His brother wasn’t dead he would be back.
Since Shiro had disappeared after the ship sank everyone had said he was dead.
But Keith knew better. He knew he was fine and would come home as soon as he could.
The doctors said he just wasn’t coping with the loss well, that he was still in the stage of denial.
The therapist suggested that a group session could help him move on.
Move on was all they wanted him to do?
To give up on someone that could be back any day.
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He looked through the glass to the room. There was already four people inside, all sitting on chairs in a circle.
Keith took a deep breath and walked in.
Immediately four faces turned to look at him, one who he recognised as Hunk from college smiled at him.
The girl next to him gave him a nod not really seeming happy to be there, looks like they were in the same position.
The other woman smiled as well nudging the man with an orange moustache, as if to remind him of his job.
The man jumped to his feet and enthusiastically shock his hand “ah you must be Keith, lovely to meet you. Take a seat and we can do introductions. I’ll start, im Coran I lead these group sessions and I lost my wife a few years ago.”
He sat back down gesturing for Keith to do the same.
Begrudgingly he took the empty seat next to Hunk who frowned but didn’t say anything.
Coran pointed at the woman next to him indicating she should go next.
“Hello I’m Allura. I lost my farther many years ago and I am here to assist Coran and all of you in anyway I can.”
“My names Hunk, I’m here because my grandpa passed away a few months ago.”
Keith looked at the girl on the other side of Hunk waiting for her to introduce herself. She just crossed her arms and glared.
“The names Pidge and my dad and brother are alive! And are coming back!” She yelled standing up.
“Pidge please sit down.” Coran spoke softly but firmly and the girl did as he asked grumbling under her breath.
Suddenly Keith recognised her.
Her brother and dad had been on the same ship Shiro had been, she had been there the day Keith had said goodbye and wished him luck on his artic voyage.
He never even considered someone else may be going through the same stuff he was…
“The names Keith and I lost my brother.” He decided to leave out the part that he would be back considering the reaction Pidge had received. He made a mental note to talk to her later.
Coran nodded a kind smile a constant on his face. “Well it’s lovely to meet you all… though I was told we would have one more…”
As if on cue the door was flung open and a way too happy looking guy came bouncing in the room.
“Sorry sorry I’m late.” He held up a box of donuts as some kind of peace offering. “But I come baring gifts.” He laughed setting the box down on a empty chair.
“Ah yes Lance I wondered when you would get here.” Coran shook his head but didn’t seem at all mad at this. In fact looking at the obnoxious guy Coran had an expression of fondness on his face. “Take a seat and let’s get on with it.”
Lance stared at Keith for a moment before pouting with his hands on his hips.
“Oi Mullet your in my seat.”
Keith looked at him for a moment. This guy couldn’t be so full of himself that he would demand a stranger to move when there were plenty of empty seat.
“No way I was here first.” Keith snapped crossing his arms.
“Coran” Lance whined looking over his shoulder at the older man.
“Just Sit here Lance there is plenty of room.” Allura answered before Coran got a chance to do so.
“If you wanted me so bad why didn’t you say so.” Lance winked taking the seat, but he still looked pretty annoyed. “So we were up to me right for intros?” He asked Coran nodding in confirmation.
“Right then, I’m Lance remember the name” he joked “and im here to grieve for myself.”

——————————————-part 2: https://langsty-mc-langstface.tumblr.com/post/160637029010/youll-miss-me-when-i-go
Please Watch “Orange”

Ok everyone. I’m sure some of you have probably heard of this anime, and those people who have heard of it have probably strayed away from it for the same reasons I did. 

I am a huge fan of romance anime. I’m basically addicted to anything involving love, but I was weary of this show, called “Orange,” because (1) you learn from within the first few minutes of the first episode that the love interest is going to die, (2) it looks really cliché, (3) it is not very popular, and (4) it looks sad. 

I was wrong. So very wrong. 

(1) Yes, the anime has it’s bleak, raw moments, but those moments were the ones that I never had anticipated that I would appreciate the most. Something that definitely became an admirable point of the anime was it’s very real, non-sugar-coated portrayal of depression, mental illness, suicide, and grief. This series does what most shojou romance series shy away from and actually shows the audience what depression is like through Kakeru, the fated-to-die protagonist, and the seriousness of suicide. 

As someone who has personally battled with clinical depression for years and has been to therapy and counselling, this anime hit home for me. The faking smiles, pretending everything is okay, the self-loathing, thinking you are at fault, thinking you are a burden to others, denying yourself happiness, not allowing yourself forgiveness, and the thoughts of death; they are all things that I could relate to. They even included how you can still experience moments of true happiness even if you are depressed, but how it never really goes away. Sure, this anime might not be as light-hearted as others, but it’s the heart-rending instances in this show that give it so much impact and substance. 

(2) This anime does have some clichés (i.e. cultural festival, giving chocolates on Valentines Day, new kid at school sits next to the main character), but the plot completely colors these events in ways that make them so much more meaningful and different than you have ever seen them. One of my main concerns going into this show was that I would be bored, but I ended up watching it all in one sitting simply because of how much I needed to know what would happen. Additionally, the secondary characters are wonderfully fleshed out and are actually important to the plot, instead of feeling like accessories. 

(3) I know this anime was based off of a manga (which I had once picked up on a whim, but put down once I saw how sad it was probably going to be), but I have never heard people talk about it, like ever. Even when the show came out (which it did recently), there was no buzz about it. Although the lack of chatter surrounding Orange only made me more pessimistic regarding the quality of the show, if there is anything I have learned from watching hundreds of anime, it is that sometimes good shows can fly beneath the radar. I am glad I decided to pick it up after it’s completion and give it a chance, because I just found a series that has easily earned a spot on my top 10 list. 

(4) Is this anime sad? Yes. Is it too sad to watch? No. The biggest obstacle that stood in my way for this show was the fact that it pretty much promised from the get-go to be sad. “But love is supposed to be happy and have a happy ending,” you might say, “so how can that be possible when one of the protagonists is destined to commit suicide.” I don’t want to spoil it, so all I can tell you is that I was very pleased with the conclusion and it ends much differently than you are lead to believe it will. Trust me guys. My heart is made of glass. I would not recommend this show to anyone if I didn’t think the denouement was really good

So, in conclusion, set aside a few hours one day and let this series show you its magic! 

anonymous asked:

Thank you for this amazing hadcannons. I love them so much! May I request a hadcannons about RFA+Saeran+V preparing to meet MC's parents for the fist time? Thanx!

Thank you! And this was a cute one! Hope you like them:) 


Zen:

  • You told Zen that your parents had invited you both to dinner for the first time
  • He tried to play it cool, but he was super nervous
  • He was scared they wouldn’t approve of him
  • Also scared they’d seen some of his plays…
  • Promiscuous Jalapeno Toppings
  • He goes through a hundred outfits trying to find the perfect one
  • “MC, does this tie say ‘mature’ or ‘I’m too poor to provide for your daughter’?”
  • “Zen, relax.” 
  • When the night finally arrives, he realizes he had nothing to worry about
  • His parents have never actually heard of him
  • They’re impressed by his career and his ambitions
  • Zen is literally the perfect gentleman throughout the night
  • Offers to help your mom clean up
  • He’s pretty chill when it comes to your dad
  • He’s been in meeting with directors so he controls his nerves well
  • Your parents love him by the end of the night, and want you to bring him around more often

Yoosung:

  • Surprisingly, he isn’t nervous at all when you tell him about the invitation
  • That is…until the day of the dinner
  • Gets super nervous that your parents think he’s too immature
  • Realizes he only has tshirts and hoodies in his wardrobe
  • So he goes out and buys a whole new outfit
  • He asks a billion questions about your parents on your way there
  • He almost pulled out a notebook to take notes
  • The night starts out really awkward
  • Yoosung ends up talking a lot because he’s just so nervous
  • He starts to calm down after the meal since he sees how your parents are
  • Everything is going great until…
  • “So, what are your hobbies?”
  • That’s when you swoop in “Oh, he likes to work on computers for fun.”
  • Your mom appreciates how traditional he is, considering his background
  • Your dad likes how innocent he is and how he’s never dated anyone before you 
  • On the way back, he can’t stop talking about how good of a time he had
  • He loves your parents

Jaehee:

  • You and her decided to go on a road trip for a mini vacation
  • You’re near your hometown when your parents call and tell you to stop by on your way
  • While Jaehee agrees, she’s also a little nervous
  • What if your parents hate her from pulling you away from your original career plan to run a small cafe?
  • Also, considering she never had good family experiences, she feels a bit awkward and out of place
  • Unconsciously slips into her super formal behavior
  • Your parents are super impressed with her manners
  • She helps your mom with dinner
  • When she finds out your father is into business, she gets into a deep conversation about various business topics
  • That’s when the cafe comes up
  • She’s happy to find that they’re very proud of the accomplishment you two built together
  • You didn’t catch when your mom and Jaehee exchanged numbers
  • You’re half way through your road trip and Jaehee is just like
  • “Your mom and I were talking about having a beach day soon. What do you think?” 
  • Your family basically adopted her

Jumin:

  • The dinner was his idea
  • Considering he never met your parents, he thought it the proper thing to do
  • He meets a lot of important people, so he’s used to this
  • But he’s still a little nervous because it’s your parents and he wants to make a good impression
  • He of course gets a gift–just something small though
  • He gets them a small set of wine glasses with a small but intricate design
  • He’s easy going when you first get there
  • But you can tell it’s the manners he usually reserves for business meetings
  • After a while, he loosens up a bit
  • He really loves the feeling of a small, close family
  • Your parents really like him
  • He really bonded with your mother
  • He never really had a mother figure that was as caring in his life
  • Your dad liked him, but was a bit worried because Jumin seemed stiff and emotionless at first
  • He wanted to make sure his daughter was loved
  • But then he witnesses a small moment between you two as you both are getting ready to leave
  • He has no doubt about Jumin’s love now
  • Your mom sends Jumin home with a lot of food, even though he mentioned he has a chef at home
  • He savors every bite of that food, it’s so cute really



Seven:

  • He actually brought it up
  • He’s big on family and he wants to make sure you keep connected with your family as you two get a new start on life together
  • He gets super nervous thought when the dinner is planned
  • He’s tempted to do some hacking to find out about them, but he resists
  • Instead, he asks you a lot of questions about your parents and what they’re like/what they like
  • You notice that he asks more about your mother though
  • You notice that he’s really antsy on your way there, and you try to assure him that it’s all fine
  • He’s uncharastically stiff when you get there
  • Dinner is a little awkward until in the middle your dad just kinds of blurts out
  • “Uh…You’re different from what MC described.” 
  • You had told your parents he was a kind, but funny jokester/ “memeking”
  • After that, he loosened up feeling how relaxed you parents seemed to be
  • He offers to help your mother with the dishes (miracle cuz he never cleans)
  • She was impressed and asked if he used to help his mother when he was younger
  • He gets a bit emotional and vaguely tells her some of his story
  • She gets quiet before saying “Well, if you ever need some motherly nagging, you can call me.”
  • He tears up and your mother embraces him
  • Your mother also gives him an abundance of food to take home he needs it
  • You guys end up having get togethers really often

Saeran:

  • He’s trying to avoid it for awhile
  • But when it came up, he couldn’t refuse
  • He was pretty sure your parents might hate him
  • So he brought cupcakes from a local bakery
  • Who can hate someone who brings cupcakes?
  • He’s trying not to be too edgy
  • So he smiles a lot….way too much really
  • He’s genuinely happy to experience the feeling of a family, considering his own background
  • But he’s so self-aware about smiling, he was forcing it
  • So it was bit awkward when he nearly sliced off his finger with a knife and was still smiling
  • Your parents were a bit wary because of the incident
  • After a bit of coaxing from you, he relaxes
  • You also tried to warn your parents ahead of time  that he didn’t have a good childhood
  • So the topic of his past was never brought up
  • Your parents try to make him as comfortable as possible
  • In the end, your parents thought he was really sweet
  • They knew he meant well and could see you two cared for each other deeply
  • It took him a few visits to loosen up and be himself, but he eventually got accustomed to your parents

V:

  • Your parents invite you two over for dinner
  • V is actually excited for it
  • He gathers a few of his favorite photos and frames them as a gift
  • When you guys get there, he’s so good with breaking the ice
  • He compliments your mother’s cooking
  • Both of your parents like how he treats you gently  and sweetly
  • He has a lot in common with your dad and delves into philosophical topics
  • His mother also loves how mannerly he is
  • Your parents like how he respects tradition as well
  • You all were having such a good time, you lost track of the time and went home really late
  • But your parents invited you over again frequently

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Bitty is lounging on the couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to either cheer or weep.

Bitty swipes the screen and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges. Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.

Chowder is out of breath. Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.

Bitty sits straight. “Pardon?”

“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.

“WHAT?!” he finally shrieks.

Chowder laughs, assuming that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.

Jack appears, blinking against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.

Bitty just holds up a finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack holds up his hands and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out. Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.

“It’ll be great, Bitty,” Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”

Bitty is just shaking his head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now, Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from me again.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.

“But, Bitty,” Chowder begins to argue.

“No, you listen to me. Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”

Jack’s laughing now. Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to giggle.

“I love her, Bitty. I want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.

“Chowder. Don’t put her on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“My family will be there,” he attempts to argue.

Bitty sighs. “That’s intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”

There is an exhaled breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that good enough?”

Jack makes a gesture to put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully awkward man.

“Hey, Chowder,” Jack says.

“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when talking to Jack.

Jack smiles. “So what’s going on? Proposing to Farmer?”

Chowder sighs again. “Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to approve of his plan.

“Well, what’s your idea?”

“I wanted to propose to her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”

Jack’s face relaxes into that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you rather she says yes because she really wants to?”

The silence at the other end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.

“Yeah. You’re right, Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.

Jack’s still smiling however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”

Bitty eyes his boyfriend with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.

Jack winks. Normally this makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”

Bitty scoots out of the room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule, y’all. One he does not deviate from.

“Good Lord, babe. What did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”

Jack shrugs. “Just some stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.

“What did you do?” Bitty mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.

“Do you think you could make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.

On Friday, Jack loads the pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would get that boy to talk.  Thankfully, Jack did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.

Bitty continues to say nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber. Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.

“What are we doing here?” Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.

Jack just climbs out. “You’ll see.”

They grab the pies and walk into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they see who is waiting in the benches.

“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench. “I’ve missed this fucking place.”

“Shitty was just telling us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Dude. Naked hockey sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.

Holster agrees.

Dex and Nursey are arguing as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.

Bitty eyes the group and the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”

Ransom grins. “Jack had us grab some stuff on our way in.”

Shitty steps forward, eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”

Jack smiles and immediately starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.

“Oh my God,” Bitty exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.

As the sun is about to set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”

The group ducks behind the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”

Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he says. Shitty laughs silently.

The team watches, peeking over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex on the ice without a blanket, babe.”

Holster and Ransom hear this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.

Shitty just smiles and wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”

Bitty just watches as Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but still videoing the moment.

“So, I’m doing this here because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going to do this after the Sharks won.”

“Go Sharks!” Farmer cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!” sounds.

Chowder beams and Bitty is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.

“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”

There is a long moment of silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.

“Yes!” Farmer shrieks finally. “Oh my God, yes!”

She tackles Chowder onto the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”

Ransom and Holster are the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are. And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.

Jack turns off his camera and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay? Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty just laughs.

“Thank you for helping Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still bothering him a little…

Bitty nudges Jack as they all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes, though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.

Jack slows his walk and the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.

“I always thought,” Bitty begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to say.

“What?”

Bitty sighs. “I thought that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”

Jack tenses. For a moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.

“Don’t worry, Bitty,” Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”

With that, Jack pulls away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”

Jack just laughs and Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! First of all... I wish you the best of luck for mid terms! ❤ and could you do chocobros's reactions to their crush doing the "hey, could you hold something?" and puts their hand in theirs and leaves it there. Thanks!!! 😄

I could not stop smiling when I got this request! I just kept imagining it all and I could not contain my smile and giggles. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it, nonny! *heart heart*


Prompto

  • He’s gonna be busy taking pictures around Lestallum when it happens
  • You guys are walking around together and you just finished buying a bunch of stuff from the camera store
  • “Hey, could you hold something?
  • “Sure” he thinks that you need help holding on to the things you purchased but nope
  • He’s gonna extend his hand thinking you’ll give him some bags to carry
  • “You sure this is all you need help with?” He says without looking
  • “Yep” and you squeeze his hand AND THAT’S WHEN HE NOTICES
  • He’s screaming internally and he’s turning 50 shades of red (HAHAHA), he’s also beaming and for some reason his face is stuck that way.
  • Once you get back to your hotel he’s not gonna wanna go inside because that means he’s going to have to let go of your hand
  • You guys walk around Lestallum 3 more times
  • When you tell him that he can hold your hand anytime, he finally agrees to retreating to the hotel.

Gladiolus

  • It’s gonna happen while you guys are on your way back from a hunt
  • He’s carrying a carcass on one arm while you carry some mushrooms in a bag
  • “Hey Gladio, can you hold something for me?”
  • He’s too tired to ask what it is so he just holds out his hand and wait for it
  • When you put your hand in his, he’s going to light up
  • He’s going to have this huge grin on his face and the carcass he was carrying? Doesn’t weigh like anything anymore.
  • He’s walking a lot taller now and he’s so happy it feels like he’s going to hug the hell out of the next person he sees 
  • Once you get to camp, he’s going to come up with some lame pick up line that has something to do with holding hands
  • But damn yo, Gladio’s gonna like you even more because you’re smooth af

Ignis

  • You and Mother Ignis will be out and about looking for ingredients when it happens
  • You guys haven’t bought anything yet
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Iggy looks at you a bit suspicious because you aren’t holding anything
  • “Come on! Just hold out your hand.” He needs a bit of convincing
  • When he finally does agree, he holds out his hand while inspecting you carefully
  • You put your hand in his and give him a big smile
  • You can see the gears in his head working trying to process the situation
  • He walks around while holding your hand, he adjusts his glasses A LOT
  • Poor guy is trying to keep his composure and he’s failing. He’s fidgeting a lot and is he stuttering???
  • Needless to say, you had a hard time getting the shopping done because Ignis seems to have misplaced his shopping list (Spoiler alert: It was in his pocket all along)
  • When you guys arrive at the hotel he’s going to be all gentlemanly with the “Thank you for allowing me to escort you around Lestallum”
  • You’re like “WTH Iggy” and now you’re both laughing so hard that everyone’s looking at you both

Noctis

  • You guys are off scouting for Havens together when it happens
  • “I could’ve sworn that I saw it around here… meh, maybe the other group found it already.” You guys are walking the opposite direction of everyone and the sun’s going to start setting soon
  • You’re carrying a small bag of supplies
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Noct’s going to hold out his hand to you while he’s walking
  • When you place your hand, he’s going to stop midstep and he’s going to look at your hand then his hand
  • “I’M HOLDING HER HAND???”
  • He’s just going to be standing there for a solid minute or two trying to process what’s going on
  • When he turns to face you, his face is beet red
  • Here he goes with the awkward head scratching
  • Poor guy probably already died 5 times in his head
  • The rest of the walk is silent but he rubs his thumb on your hand a few times
  • The guys call him saying they found the camping spot and asks you guys to follow
  • You and him walk REALLY REALLY slow, taking the longest way possible
  • It’s night by the time you guys arrive and camp’s all set up
  • The guys exchange looks with each other as you guys arrive in camp still holding hands
  • “That was nice” he says before letting go of your hand

What about an AU where everything is the same except it’s Makkachin that dies instead of Vicchan so it’s Victor who bombs the FS instead of Yuuri. The nerves still fuck with Yuuri somewhat but not nearly as bad, so he ends up getting bronze, but Victor is such a wreck that he misses the podium entirely, doesn’t come in last, but fourth place is not something that happens to Victor Fucking Nikiforov. Chris ends up getting gold, but neither him nor Yuuri can really be all that happy about beating Victor when the poor guy is so heartbroken about his best friend dying (even Yakov doesn’t have the heart to yell at Victor much.) So Yuuri has conflicting feelings about everything, wants to be proud of getting a medal at his first Grand Prix but doesn’t feel he earned it, wanted to compete with Victor but not like this, is actually really worried about Victor…and still ends up getting drunk and asking Victor to dance because ‘you’re way too pretty to be so sad.’ And he wants to make Victor smile again! Come to Hasetsu, Victor! A soak in the onsen will make you feel better! And my mom can cook for you! And you can cuddle with my dog! And you can coach me, so next year I can win the GPF and feel like I earned it!!!

And then of course Yuuri blacks out and forgets all about it until a few months later when Victor shows up at the inn, petting Vicchan with a bittersweet smile on his face.

I don’t care if you’re afab, you wear make up and dresses, you like the color pink, you have long hair, you haven’t transitioned yet, you want to transition in some ways and not others, you don’t want to transition at all, etc.

If you want to be called he/him, I will call you he/him. And anyone who doesn’t wanna get blocked will too.

The Game Part 1/3

Hi guys! Here’s the story I was really excited to share! I am exploring a new way of writing that’s a little challenging for me, so please tell me what you think! Also, I am LIVING through this character holy moly. Happy Saturday! 

Things to know: Time Period: 1940′s Bucky, tiny Steve, Info: Reader and Bucky have mutual friend in Steve, but Reader and Bucky don’t really know each other too well….UNTIL NOW BOOM BABY 

No Warnings

“Oh-ho-hooooooh-my-god, oh my god, Bucky Barnes just asked me to dance.” 

Your friend, Maria, had just walked over to the corner table of the bar and whispered her news to you and Steve. Well, she tried to walk, but her excitement had her practically galloping over to you. And her whispering sounding more like breathy shouting as she waved her hands in the air like she was shaking off water at a sink.

As she rambled on about how she hoped her hair and lipstick were still in place and she smoothed down her already perfect dress with her dainty hands, your eyes floated over to Bucky Barnes. He had absolutely heard Maria’s little freak out based on the way his head hung to hide his proud grin that was probably more of a smirk. 

“Well, go! Don’t keep him waiting!” you shooed her away playfully.

“Alright,” Maria said, smoothing down her dress once again. The second she turned to walk away, she spun around to you again and asked, “But, do I look-”

“You look absolutely beautiful, right Steve?” you interrupted her worries.

Steve suppressed his eye roll and smiled. “Yes. Go get ‘em, Maria.”

Maria nodded nervously, her hands glued to the soft fabric on her slim figure. She pivoted and spun on the toes of her new black heels and sashayed over to her dance partner. His soft, lopsided smile was the last thing you saw before you looked down and distracted yourself with the straw in your watered down coke. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve loosen his tie that looked a little too long for his small torso. He slid his chair away from the table and stuck his hand out to you. “You wanna go dance?” he asked. 

You smiled at him, but wrinkled your nose. “Nah, s’okay. I think I’m gonna go grab another soda. You want anything?” you said, pointing your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of the bar.

“Oh, come on,” he said and leaned in to you so you would hear him over the loud music. “I know we were both dragged here, but we could try to have some fun.”

He watched your features soften and your smile grow bigger than it had been all night. “You’re right, let’s go.” You took his hand and quickly kicked off your heels and left them under the table.

The band was roaring, the trumpets blared in your ears and the drums shook your core. You and Steve pretended to swing dance and laughed at your attempts that included unbalanced sugar twists, kicks, and spins. 

You pulled Steve closer to you so you could shout in his ear, “We look ridiculous, but this is the most fun I’ve had all month!”

A laugh escaped him that you could hardly hear over the music. “I look ridiculous, but you look pretty good!” You read his lips before he spun you around one last time as the last chord of the song was played.

The whole dance floor spun to the platform that held up the band and applauded. The next song was a slow one, the sound of a saxophone singing the high pitches made your heart sink. You started to return to your table when Steve grabbed your hand.

“Hey, (Y/N), one more,” he said, suggesting another dance.

You nodded and placed your hand on his shoulder while he gently held your free hand. His quick surge of confidence ran away from him as he awkwardly placed his hand high on your waist and began rocking you back and forth. Your smile wasn’t as bright anymore, but Steve knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t miss how your eyes flickered over to Bucky and Maria.

After a verse of quiet dancing, Steve’s voice caught your attention. “You’re a good friend, (Y/N).”

You patted his shoulder. “Aw, shucks, Steve-o. You’re makin’ me blush,” you joked.

“Shut up,” he chided as he spun you around, making you giggle, catching the attention of some of the other dancers. You didn’t care though.

When you landed back facing him, he continued. “I mean it, (Y/N), there aren’t many people like you out there. Hell, you’re dancin’ around the dirty bar floor in your bare feet just so I won’t feel so short.”

You snorted and felt heat rise to your cheeks. 

“Didn’t think I would notice?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows.

You shook your head, making him scoff. He rocked you back and forth as the music swelled, and when it lulled he said, “And you’re a good friend to Maria.”

“So are you, Steve,” you said, wondering where he was going with all this. 

He sighed, like he was having trouble saying what he wanted to. Finally, he practically whispered to you, “I know you have feelings for Bucky, (Y/N), you don’t have to hide it from me.”

Your eyes narrowed and you shook your head. “Bucky Barnes? Steve, I hardly know the guy, I don’t like him-”

“You do. But you won’t even admit it to yourself because you know Maria has a crush on him now.” When you didn’t shoo him away, he continued. “But maybe Maria’s not the girl for him.”

“That doesn’t matter-”

“(Y/N), you know Maria, she’ll get over him and move on to somebody else in a week-”

“Don’t say that about her,” you hissed over the music.

“You know it’s true!” He didn’t try to hide how irritated he was. 

The song had ended and the dancers were clapping as you yelled over them. “Just leave it alone, Steve!” you shouted and turned walked back to your table. 

You slipped your shoes back on and wrung your napkin in your hands, trying to calm yourself down. Guilt began to pool in your stomach as you thought about how that wretched conversation started. You just screamed at Steve after he told you what a good friend you were. 

Something thumped on the table in front of you and you looked up to see that Steve had replaced your warm coke with a fresh one.

“I’m sorry. I’m just watchin’ out for you and I poked my nose too far in your business,” he said with a sip through his straw.

“S’okay,” you said with a mock pout that quickly turned into a grin.

“Just don’t count yourself out so soon, okay?”

You sipped your soda and shook your head, making Steve roll his eyes. “Stubborn,” he mumbled, and you laughed.

By the time you and Steve finished your sodas the band was halfway through their last song of the night. You gathered your things just in time to applaud the band after the loud swing tune. Maria met you and Steve by the door and as you walked out, she gave you all the details of her night.

“He’s such a great dancer, (Y/N)!”

“I saw you guys! It looked like you were having a great time.” You smiled, genuinely happy that your friend had a nice night.

“It was such a great time. And, hey, I saw you got Steve up on the dance floor, nice goin’!” She added. 

“Actually, it was Steve-o here who dragged me up there,” you giggled and cocked your brow. You linked your arm in Steve’s after he growled and patted his arm. 

“Wow, Steve look at you being-”

“Oh shoot!” you interrupted her. “I left my shawl on my chair in the bar. My sister’s gonna kill me if I don’t give it back to her in the morning.”

“We can go back,” Steve shrugged.

“Nah, I’ll just go. I’ll meet you guys in a minute,” you waved and started back in the direction you came from, the bright light of the bars and convenience stores lighting your way.

When you walked through the doors of the club, only the janitor remained with the band members who were packing up their instruments. You quickly walked over to the table where you and Steve had been sitting for most of the night, but when you arrived, your sweater wasn’t there. You frantically leaned down to look under the table, hoping you had simply dropped it and not lost it. 

There was nothing under the table but crumbs and a napkin, which you picked up and tossed next to the coke you had been drinking. Just as dread plagued your stomach, you heard someone say your name. 

“Hey (Y/N), this is yours, isn’t it?”

You looked up to the door of the bar to see Bucky Barnes holding out your shawl. His cheeks were flushed and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. “I saw it sitting here and ran to find Steve, but he said you had already come back for it.”

You swallowed thickly and walked over to him, nodding your head. “Yeah, it’s mine. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. Before you could take the sweater from him, he was hanging it on your shoulders and ushering you out the door. “Let’s get you home, huh? It’s late.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Steve and Maria are waiting for me about a block down,” you excused, propping your hair behind your ears and glancing at the sidewalk.

“I told them to go ahead, that I’d walk you home,” he cleared his throat. “Is that okay?”

You nodded quickly, which probably looked more like a neck spasm because of your nerves.

After a few silent steps, Bucky shifted his gaze from the ground to you and asked if you had a good time.

“Yeah, I did. What about you?” You returned.

“Yeah, I had a nice time. S’a good band, ya know?”

He swung his arms as he walked, but you felt yourself moseying along as stiff as a board.

“Ya know what’s funny?”

“What?” you asked, looking up at him for the first time since you left the bar.

“You and I are both such good friends with Steve, but we never see each other. We don’t spend any time together.”

You hummed in agreement.

“In fact, I think this is the first time you and I have said more than three words to each other,” he said. 

You laughed and felt your shoulders relax a bit. “Yeah, I think it is.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and easy.

“I saw you two dancing out there tonight, looked like fun,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, he dragged me out there, but I had a great time,” you said fondly.

“Really?” he asked. “I thought it would have been the other way around.” 

“Maria said that too,” you laughed, pointing a finger at the coincidence. 

He shook his head. “I’ve never heard of Steve asking a pretty girl to dance.”

You tried to ignore the compliment, but your efforts were useless. You looked at the marquees hanging on the buildings beside you to hide your red cheeks. “We’re good friends, that’s all.”

“I know,” he nodded his head, suddenly serious. “I’ve never seen him open up to someone the way he does with you. It’s nice to see.”

When you glanced his way, you saw his bright blue eyes already on you. You hummed in agreement. “He’s a wonderful friend to me. He babies me too much, but hey-” your own laugh cut you off as you shrugged. 

Bucky chuckled with you. “Well, he cares a lot about you.” You didn’t miss him lick his lips. “I feel like I know you inside and out from the way he talks about you all the time.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” you teased. 

“Oh, boy.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Hopefully, you only hear the nice stories,” he said, which made you giggle. 

“Don’t worry,” you reassured him. “Steve shines the brightest light on you.” You caught his lopsided grin before he turned his head away from you. Was he blushing?

As you came up to your apartment, you said to Bucky, “I’m glad Steve has you. He needs a guy friend,” you said with a crinkled nose. “Someone to keep him up to date on the Dodgers.”

That made him laugh. 

He followed you up the stairs to the front door. When you reached the landing and turned to face him he said,  “And I’m glad Steve has you. Someone to dance with.” He winked when you chuckled. 

His eyes flickered from you to the ground and his tongue shot out to graze over his pink lips again. “Maybe I can steal you from him sometime.”

His suggestion made you stand a little straighter and a smirk played on your lips. “You’ll have to take that up with Steve.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and pushed down until you thought the seams would rip right then. “I will,” he said with a nod.

His eyes stared into yours until you felt your cheeks turn pink at the contact. You pushed your hair behind your ear and thanked him for walking you home.

“My pleasure.”

You turned around and opened the door, but before you could step inside, the urgency in his voice stopped you, like he forgot something. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You smiled at him one last time, stepped inside and closed the door behind you. In the dark, you leaned against the door and took a shaky breath, afraid your legs would give out.

Steve was right. You shouldn’t have counted yourself out so early in the game.

Part 2 

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The OUAT fandom
  • Swan Queen shippers: So, we ship Swan Queen. Isn't it an awesome, beautiful ship? Too bad the writers are still queerbaiting.
  • Rumbelle shippers: We feel you. They screwed up our ship too. We see the chemistry btw.
  • Outlaw Queen shippers: We totally respect Swan Queen, but we ship Outlaw Queen. It was nice to see Regina happy for a change. But, yeah, one of them is dead so that sucks.
  • Swanfire shippers: Sorry you guys have to go through that, our second half also died and we still miss him. :( Most of us now ship Emma/happiness, so we're with you, Swan Queeners!!
  • Snowing shippers: Hey y'all, we just want to send you some love, our ship isn't handled in the best possible way either, but at least they are both alive and canonically true love.
  • Swan Queen shippers: Group hug!!
  • *Rumbelle, Outlaw Queen, Swanfire and Snowing shippers join in for the hug*
  • CSers: HA!!!!!!!!!! Your ships all suck. So glad Neal is dead, Rumbelle and Snowing only steal screen time from Killy the saint and ew.. two women as mothers of a child and lovers? It's a family show for God's sake! NOW BOW DOWN TO THE GLORIOUS ONE AND ONLY SHIP!!!!

anonymous asked:

more slytherin!percy headcannons?

Yes

also my head canons change so much like Sally is sometimes a wizard sometimes she’s not it just depends but this is the basic story currently in my head.

  • Percy is a half-blood.
  • Sally is a muggle that always had a knack for seeing odd things and her gut feelings are scary accurate.
  • Poseidon is a pureblood, nomadic wizard that descended from a long and powerful line of greek witches and wizards. (The backstory is fairly the same - Poseidon and Sally meet at a beach, spend a summer together, and Poseidon has to leave)
  • Because Sally is broke and is trying to support her son she still marries Gabe. It’s not until Percy goes off to Hogwarts that she finally feels mentally and financially comfortable enough divorce him and start on her own career.
  • No when Percy is a kid though his accidental magic is off that charts. He’s around seven by the time Sally tells him of his heritage - in a burst of anger towards Gabe, Percy had hurled an entire bookcase across the room with accidental magic.
  • Poseidon was slytherin.
  • Because Sally knows most of her knowledge of the Wizarding World through Poseidon, she simply tells Percy to be himself and to not let anyone take advantage of him.
  • It’s the Hogwarts express that the Trio™ is born.
  • Percy sees a kid getting picked on for being disabled and promptly punches the bully in the face. Then as they’re being chased down the corridor, a blonde girl hides them out in her compartment.
  • Percy thinks Annabeth Chase is a little snotty at first because she just has that judgmental, patronizing stare down to a T and you can tell from her clothes that she comes from money and who is she to tell him that he’s a bit “rash” but obviously she can’t be too bad after calling that guy Octavian a Prat and letting them hide in her compartment.
  • Annabeth thinks Perseus Jackson is a bit of a troublemaker at first because he was barely in the train for two seconds before he broken someone else’s nose and his entire appearance is way to unruly and even the way he smiles looks like he’s up to no good but hey if she’s being honest she totally would’ve broken Octavian’s nose too if she had the chance so the guy can’t be that bad.
  • But we all know they’re gonna love each other in like three/four years.
  • Grover’s just really happy to have friends.
  • Annabeth Chase is a pureblood. She ends up being sorted into Ravenclaw
  • Grover Underwood is muggleborn and walks with a limp. He ends up in Hufflepuff.
  • As we know Percy ends up in Slytherin but his sorting is one of the longest in Hogwarts history because the hat feels he fits so well in most of the houses.
  • I also really like this because the trio contains a pureblood, halfblood, and muggleborn and each are in different houses.
  • But Percy is so disappointed with being a Slytherin at first?? He knows very little about Hogwarts and magic in general, and very quickly finds out that Slytherin is seen as the “evil” house. Then even worse his own House just helps perpetuates the distinction because half of them are obsessed with blood purity and remind him of the rich snotty kids that he went to his school with in the muggle world and god even Octavian is a Slytherin????
  • But then he meets two other of his housemates - Connor Stoll and Zoe Nightshade. Honestly they are just so weird because Zoe seems like she doesn’t like anyone even if she does and Connor seems like he likes everyone even when he doesn’t and somehow the three of them become friends.
  • It’s the two of them that play a huge role in his development and become his closest friends beside Grover and Annabeth.
  • With the guidance of his friends and mother Percy recognizes that there are bad people in every house and that he can’t let himself be stereotyped as “evil” just for being sorted into Slytherin nor can he stereotype all of his housemates as such. On the other hand he also refuses to let anyone in his own house talk down to muggleborns or bully anyone.
  • Basically canon Percy standing up to bullies is canon.
  • Also Connor constantly saying “You think Slytherins are bad? Wait till you’ve seen the bloody Gryffindors, that bloke Travis is a real prick.”
  • But the very first “real” talk Percy has with Annabeth is her telling him she doesn’t give a flying flip if they’re in different houses because they’re friends.
  • And god, the teasing House Rivalry is so intense between the Trio because “Oh you really think Ravenclaw is going to beat Slytherin for the House Cup? Sure. Whatever you say WiseGirl.”
  • But the percabeth friendship is so great because you know all of those posts that say to fear the ravenclaw/slytherin duo?? That’s Percy and Annabeth to a T.
  • Connor shows Percy all of the secret passages throughout the castle.
  • Both Percy and Annabeth play for their respective Quidditch Teams. He’s a Beater. Annabeth is a Chaser.
  • The matches between Gryffindor and Slytherin are already so intense but there’s this unspoken rivalry between him and the Gryffindor Beater Clarisse la Rue and they spend a good portion of their energy just trying to knock each other off their brooms.
  • The matches between Slytherin and Ravenclaw are pretty entertaining too considering Percy and Annabeth just competitively flirt half the time.

I just really love slytherin Percy

Brown Eyed Girl (Steve Rogers x Brown Eyed! Female Reader)

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

(TOP GIF NOT MINE CREDIT GOES TO OWNER)

(The picture is actually of my eyes so I guess that belongs to me :))

Words: 767

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Dancing, Reader wearing only Steve’s shirt and Steve checking her out, Also I think there’s like one swear word

Summary: You’ve always had mixed feelings about your eye color. But Steve loves you, his one and only Brown Eyed Girl.

A/N: So I was inspired by Van Morrison’s song, “Brown Eyed Girl”, and also seeing my eyes in the sunlight. The reader’s feelings towards her eye color are based on how I feel/felt about my eyes. This one’s for all my brown eyed beauties out there! (For those of you who don’t have brown eyes, your eyes are beautiful too!!). I hope you guys enjoy!


Brown Eyes.

Some people love ‘em.

Others hate 'em.

You had a memory of telling your parents that you wished you had blue or green eyes. You had said that yours were too boring. You remembered how they laughed and said to be happy with your eyes. That there were some people who couldn’t even see the color of their eyes because theirs didn’t work the way they were supposed to.

So you just stopped mentioning it.

Through your teenage years you slowly began to think that they might be pretty, but maybe it was just the eye makeup talking.

You still felt insecure.

But then you met Steve.

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Strawberry Ice Cream

“I love you,” Zach mumbled while kissing the top of your head. You two were cuddling in his bed watching a movie.

“I love you too,” you said while looking up at him. You adored everything about him. The way his eyes would squint whenever he would laugh. Or the way his laughter filled the room and made your heart flutter. The way he could make you happy just by looking at you. This cuddling session was the most you guys have hung out recently, Zach has been getting busy with basketball. Either always at practice or always at a game.

He started putting his fingers through you hair,

“We rarely hang out anymore.” You looked up at him and frowned,

“I know baby, but its because of basketball. You know I love hanging out with you.” He stopped stroking your hair and grabbed both your hands. You hugged him,

“Can we go get ice cream?” You mumbled,

“Sure babe,” Your face lit up. You jumped out of the bed putting on your shoes,

“Slow down babe,” Zach laughed,

“No you hurry up slow poke!” You were up and ready while Zach was barely putting on his shoes. You kept on whining telling him to hurry up. He was done and you two started walking to the ice cream shop.

You two soon arrived and got in line,

“Babe go sit down I’ll order,” You told Zach, he nodded and walked over to an empty table booth. You ordered for the both of you, strawberry ice cream for you and mint chocolate chip for him. You walked over to the table and handed him his ice cream. He grabbed some ice cream on the top of his fingers and placed it on your lips,

“Let me clean that,” he said while leaning in and kissing you.

“Got a room you two!” Yelled Justin as him and Jessica walked in. You and Zach just laughed and you nudged Zach.

“That was pretty smooth babe!” Zach said in his defense. Jessica and Justin sat in the same table as you guys. Zach was leaning in to lick your ice cream,

“IT HAS STRAWBERRIES YOU DORK!” You yelled pulling away your ice cream. Zach frowned,

“It looks good…you know what else looks good?” Zach smirked,

“What?” You questioned,

“You,” he burst out laughing,

“Why can’t you be like Zach?” Jessica questioned Justin while laughing,

“Because I already make you feel good in bed,” Justin smirked, Jessica pushed him while blushing.

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

willyoubemybuddy  asked:

61 solangelo

61. “Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself?”

Highschool AU because why the hell not

“Hi! You’re Nico, right?” The aforementioned guy had let out a small yawn and a not so subtle grunt of annoyance. It’s way too fucking early in the morning for this level of enthusiasm and he haven’t had the time to get his morning coffee.

“What do you want?” Okay, that sounded a little to rude but as of the moment, Nico can’t find it in himself to really care. Not that the girl actually got deterred by his attitude.

“Personally, nothing. Well, not at the moment but you see, I just really have to ask for a friend” The girl edged a little too near for his liking. “Do you have a date for the upcoming school dance?”

“I don’t do dances and I don’t do girls” It was a straightforward reply in hopes that it’ll end up sending the girl on his way. To his immediate shock, the girl simply beamed up to him.

“Perfect! I knew it! Will’s really overthinking things!” Nico perked up at the name but quickly disguised it to simple curiosity.

“Will?” Of course he knew Will. He had been crushing on him for way too long now it’s starting to become addictive.

“Will Solace. Tall blond guy who can put toothpaste commercial models to shame. Always happy it’s either contagious or really annoying. Secretly watches way too many sappy romantic movies. Very much Bi. Yeah, that Will Solace”

If he didn’t have a reputation to keep up, Nico seriously would have done one of those happy dances he sees on TV. In the end, thankfully, he managed to simply raised a brow and talked as confidently as he could.

“Why didn’t he come and talk to me himself?”


“Since I am raised to be merciful, tell me Lou Ellen how do I make your death as comfortable as possible?”

“Oh come on, stop being ridiculous. I did you a favor”

“You did not. You just made things complicated”

“I helped you with the first steps of landing a date with your crush for the upcoming dance. All you have to do is to ask if he’ll say yes. How is that complicated?”

“You don’t understand. It’s Nico!”

“I am well aware of who he is, Will. You have stolen photos of him inside your cabinet and a discarded quiz paper that suspiciously had his name on it. What a stalker”

“What the- I told you not to touch my things!”

“And I told you to just seize it! You know, if you don’t ask him now someone else might end up going to the dance with him and you’ll be seething with jealousy cause you won’t be able to wrap your arms around him and kiss him during a really magical song that connects you two together. Just imagi-

-’kay, fine. I’ll talk to him. Now stop trying to torture me with possible scenarios that aren’t in my favor”

“That’s my boy! I’m just so proud of you, I’m going to cry”

“Oh shut up”


“Uh, Hi”

“Hey, Will. Need anything?”

“Yeah, about that. Lou told me she asked you to be my date for the dance?”

“She did, actually”

“Sorry about that. I swear I didn’t ask her to” Will turned a certain shade of pink “Uhm, if you want you can just forget about it?”

Nico looked really confused before managing to compose himself.

“Don’t you want to? The dance, I mean attending it with me because your friend said that you really do”

“I do! S-sorry, I do want to go with you. But I’m not sure if you feel the same” Will asked, nervously placing a hand at the back of his neck and rubbing it while facing the floor not being able to see the other. So when he felt a soft and quick kiss on his cheek, he was in for a shock.

“Good. I was really hoping you didn’t change your mind”

He looked up and saw Nico with his lips slightly curved up into a smile. He handed him a piece of paper.

“That’s my number. I’ll let you pick me up at five and I trust you to not wear something too bright”

With that he walked away leaving Will still staring at the piece of paper as if it was a gem of some sort. And in it’s very own way, it really is one.