well sorry for my english~ is not my first language

Bad girls don’t get to cum

Originally posted by davidxhaller

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 4415
Warning: Smut

Notes: Hello everyone! I’ve been reading (stalking) everything about Vikings lately(well mostly Ivar because let’s face it I’m Ivar trash right now) and you guys made me want to write something of my own. So there it is! My first one-shot. English is not my native language so I’m sorry if there is any mistakes. This is my first smut as well so please bear with me! Feedback are always welcomed. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Becoming a skilled shieldmaiden was the only thing you ever dreamed of since you were a child. But your parents did not like the idea of you risking your life so they never wanted you to learn. They always said that you would become a farmer like them and take over the family’s farm, like they did. When you turned thirteen, you did not listen any longer and escaped every morning to go train all by yourself with a sword you found one day near the river. Without any experience, your training was not helpful at all; all you did was swinging your sword, desperately trying to gain some skills. One afternoon, while you were practicing, you heard laughs behind you. The Ragnarssons, princes of Kattegat, were watching you. Since that day, they helped you training and fast you became really good at this. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd treated you like a close friend and you saw in them the brothers you never had. As for Ivar, it was deadly complicated. At the beginning, he did not like you at all, always mocking you, telling you how bad you were or how your body was not fitted to be a warrior. He was hurting your feeling but you had never showed it. One day, you had enough and challenged him. Unfortunately, you lost the fight but it was enough to show him that you were not just a poor girl trying desperately to become a fighter. Since that day, he was more careful with his words; he even helped you and showed you some tricks. With time, you both fell for each other.

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Soulmates AU / Jughead Jones

Prompt: Hey could you do maybe a Jughead X Reader Soulmate AU? One where Jughead and the reader have a tattoo of a crown on their wrist, and they are best friends but neither of them had ever seen the tattoo on each other. (They were blind, but so where the others) But one day Jughead sees it and knows that they are soulmates, so they meet at pops and he kisses her and after it is really cute. They tell the group and it is really fluffy. In the story the other ships could be Beronica and well the Jughead X Reader. If you do this please send me the link and tell me you did it! Please?

A/N: I’m sorry if at the end it isn’t how you wanted it to be and if it’s REALLY REALLY short.
This is my first imagine in another language so yeah I’m a little excited and terrified. English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if it sucks and there are any mistakes.

Originally posted by nessa007

You stared at the engraving of ink on the pale skin of your wrist: a little crown. This tattoo was supposed to be the same your soulmate had on his wrist too. You had always thought about him, how he would be.
-How did you know she was your soulmate?- you suddenly asked to Veronica who was laying on her bed, a pen on her hand and her history book on her lap. She has already found her soulmate Betty, and everyone could see how perfect they were for each other.
-I felt it. The moment I saw her, I knew she was the only one for me and then I’ve seen her tattoo and, well, it was obvious we were meant to be. One day you’ll feel like this too.- she smiled, probably thinking about the moment she met her girlfriend.
-I hope so.- you sighed.
-Have you ever thought that maybe your soulmate is next to you and you don’t even know it?- she asked curiously.
-What do you mean?-
-Nothing at all. It’s just that sometimes things are way easier than what you think.- she smirked, probably hiding something.
-I just want to find him.-
-What about your enormous crush on Juggie?- she asked.
-I’ll always like him but it would be different with my soulmate, you know.-

The next day you were at school, stood by your locker as you kept watching the faces who crowned the hallway. Maybe your soulmate was one of them.
-Hey, Y/N.- You turned around and face Jughead, your bestfriend and big crush since forever. You have never really thought about him in that way cause of all the soulmates thing but you like him anyway.
He smiled at you, waiting for a reply.
-Hi, Jug.- You smiled back and looked at him. He was wearing his usual beanie but something was different. You didn’t know exactly what it was but you felt it.
-What are you thinking about? You seem really concentrated.-
-Oh you know, the usual.-
-Your soulmate?- he asked laughing.
-Yes.- you replied. -I just want to meet him. What if he isn’t what I’m looking for? What if he isn’t…?-
-Hot?- he said and smirked.
-Oh, shut up! It’s not what I’m thinking about.-
-Sorry, I know you’re not that type of girl.- when you heard his words your smile got bigger than it was before. Then he spoke again: -Why don’t you let me see your tattoo?-
-Well, I could ask the same to you.-
-I asked it first.-
-I just want my soulmate to see it first.- you said.
-But if you don’t let other people to see it, then how would he be supposed to know the person he’s looking for is you?- he stared at you intensely and for a moment when you met his eyes you felt like your own world collide. You liked him even if ut was wrong.
-I just think I’ll recognize him.- you whispered. You placed your books on your locker and then you closed it. Cause of your action, your sleeve raised and your tattoo showed for a moment. You quickly covered it, than you turned to face Jughead who had a shocked expression on his face.
-Jug, are you okay?-
-Yeah.- he whispered, keep looking at your now covered wrist. -I have to go.-
-Wait, Jughead…- But he was already down the hallway, direct to the exit.
What was his problem? You thought.
During the morning you tried to text your bestfriend but you never got an answer. Then before the bell rang you received a notification from him.
Meet me at Pop’s after school.
You walked down the street thinking about what he would say to you. At the diner you pushed the door and enter in the building. You looked for Jughead when you saw him in your usual booth. You walked up to him and you sat in the cough in front of him.
-Could you explain me why you left school today? Oh, and maybe why you didn’t text me back?- I said angrily.
-Well, hello to you too.- he laughed then turned serious. -I just needed time to think about something.-
-What?- you asked.
-I could tell you but maybe it’s easier if I show you.-
-Show me what?-
-My tatto.- he said simply.
-No Jug, you don’t have to.-
-I want.- he said raising his sleeve. Then you saw it, that little black crown. For a moment your breath caught.
You looked at him and saw how worried he was. But his face was different, it seemed like it was the first time you actually saw him, how his eyes brightened and how handsome he really was. He was your soulmate, the person you would spend your life with.
-How did you know…?-
-Today at school I saw your wrist, that’s why I left. I needed time to elaborate it.-
-You’re my soulmate.- You whispered. -My best friend is my soulmate.-
-Are you sad?-
-Not at all, I just didn’t expect you to be him.- then you added: -I always wished it would be you.-
-Really?- he smiled softly and my heart skipped a beat.
-I know it sounds like a cliché but I’ve always had a crush on my best friend.- you blushed.
-That’s good cause I think I’m in love with you.- you smiled at his words. -There you are. I’ve been looking for you.-
He stoop up from his seat and he sat next to you, just a few steps between us.
-I was so blind before.-
He didn’t reply, he just cupped your face and pressed his lips on yours. You didn’t expect them to be so soft and taste so good. He intensified the kiss and you gasped against him, forgetting about the fact that you two were in a public place and everyone could see you.
-Woah, what is happening here?- you heard the voice of Betty and you two split, both blushing.
-Why were you two making out at Pop’s?- Archie joked.
-We have just discovered we’re meant to be.- Jughead said.
-Are you soulmates?- Veronica asked with a shocked expression.
-Actually, yes.-
-Omg, that’s great! We’re so happy for you guys. I’ve always shipped you two together and I knew you were perfect for each other.- she yelled happily.
Your face turned even redder at her words while Jughead took your hand under the table. You looked at him without saying anything.
-Look at them, they’re so in love.- Betty commented sitting on the other cough.
-I really am.- added the boy next to you kissing your nose. -I finally feel complete with her.-

@succmekomaeda I know that it has been a while since you did that one post where you said that you weren’t feeling well (If I remember correctly??) But I hope you’re feeling better now :’) I love your art and specially the Pokemon AU (That’s why I drew you this). I’m sorry if my English is lacking, btw.. It’s my second language, after all. But keep on drawing and posting some stuff on your blog! There’s a reason why you’re the first in my ‘Most visited’ list ♡

anonymous asked:

(1/2) hello! i read that you guys aren't specialized in Asian history, but bc i couldn't find promising results from my search, i have to try and ask - in 17th century Japan, there were the Emperor and the shogun, the latter of which was a military leader and was often seen as the center of power instead of the Emperor, and i'm wondering how titles work with this system?

(2/2) i searched for Japanese honorifics throughout the history and there were terms like King/Princes if translated to English, but there wasn’t info on who those were addressed to. could the shogun also be called ‘King’? if so, would their sons (both by blood and by concubines) be called ‘Princes’? were the shogun and their family considered as royalties, monarchs, aristocrats, or etc.?

Sorry for the long wait and thank you for your patients! 

First of I need to make a disclaimer! I’m not well versed in Japanese history (my knowledge is rudimentary) and I’m not very familiar with the culture or that good with the language. (My two years of studying Japanese 10 years ago doesn’t get me that far, really.) There’s simply a lot of history that hasn’t been much of a part of my education because it’s such a vast field. Therefore, this information that follows is not to be taken as absolute fact. (So if anyone is educated in Japanese history or has Japanese as their first language, do feel free to correct any mistakes I may have made!)

So, to try and answer your question, anon!

There are a lot of difficulties trying to even relate Japaneses titles to a European concept since Japan did not have the same kind of peerage as, say, England. In fact, they had no similar peerage until the mid-1800s; when the court nobility (”kuge”) and feudal lords (”daimyo”) were combined into an aristocrat with titles corresponding to the European peerage.[1] (More on the European, specifically English, peerage can be fond here). Being a shogun was heredity and the shogun would name his son as heir and it was the noble families (the landowning feudal Lords “daimyo”) which fought to hold the title and political power that came with it. The title as such was no hereditary noble title, though.[2]

When it comes to formal titles you’d have “no kimi” for Lords and Ladies. It’s used as a suffix and though not really in use today, it was common during the Heian period. You also have Tono (pronounced with a “d” rather than “t”), which means roughly “master” or “lord” and has a usage similar to the English “milord” or the French “monseigneur”. A polite title rather than a mark of nobility. You’d use “sama” for someone who outrank you. You’d use “san” for someone you don’t know very well, who are of the same or lower rank than you. “Kun” is often used for boys but can be used for girls, for example daughters or employees by their parents or seniors. When used by male friends or family, it’s a more familiar way to address someone than “san”.[3]

I am not sure how the shogun would be addressed exactly since I can’t seem to find information. I would assume that they were addressed as their title and “sama”. Or with their name and “no kimi” or simply by the word “tono”. It would likely depend on who is addressing them and in which setting. It’s a rather complex system for an outsider to be honest.

What this means is that the sons of a shogun would, if addressed in a formal way, be addressed with “san” if they are children and, maybe, “sama” as an adult. Possibly “no kimi” for an adult son of a shogun. It would also seem that the word “shogun” was not used during the Tokugawa shogunate - which is the one you are interested in. They used “kubo” (short for “kuge no kata”, “people of the noble houses”), “taiju” (great tree) or “taikun” (great prince/lord).[4] This means this is what you’d use in formal settings for other characters to address your shogun character. The Tokugawas did use “king” (kokuo) but that created problems in their dealings with China, as it suggested subordination to the Chinese emperor. Thus the usage of “taikun”. Unfortunately this still created problems in their dealings with both Korea and China and the Tokugawa shogun went back to the title of “king” with the added “of Japan” (”Nihon kokuo”).[5] Despite these different titles, they weren’t monarch, kings or princes the way a European would be a king. The words don’t carry the same connotations. They were the ones with political power, absolutely, but they were not divinely chosen as European kings were chosen by God and Chinese and Japanese emperors were Sons of Heaven. They were feudal lords (”daimyo”), similar to those in Europe.[6] 

That’s the best I can do, hope it was helpful! Good luck with your writing!

Signed, Captain.

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[1] https://wiki.samurai-archives.com/index.php?title=Shogun

[2] Ibid.

[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_honorifics.

[4] https://wiki.samurai-archives.com/index.php?title=Shogun

[5] https://wiki.samurai-archives.com/index.php?title=Taikun

[6] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daimy%C5%8D

anonymous asked:

I like your Headcanons a lot! Could you write RFA + V and Saeran reacting to MC being pretty good at drawing but they don't know until she hands them a drawing of the two of them together? (Sorry If I made any mistakes, english is not my first language)

Your English is good, as a matter of fact, English is not my first language too. Hope you enjoy it! I’m always amazed by the people who can draw well, I can’t even draw a straight line :D


  • In the drawing MC and him are holding hands in a park
  • He’s so impressed
  • He doodles during lectures but his artistic abilities are incomparable to MC’s
  • Keeps the drawing in his uni binder so he can look at it whenever he wants
  • It’s like keeping a photo only it’s more personal because it was drawn by MC


  • The drawing depicts them singing together
  • Gushes over how talented MC is
  • He’s so proud of them
  • “You managed to fully capture my beauty ;)”
  • Probably asks MC to design his merch 


  • She’s a pretty decent artist too actually
  • Definitely has drawn some fanarts of Zen
  • Doesn’t show them to anyone though, she’s quite humble
  • Praises MC’s work
  • In MC’s picture they are chatting over coffee


  • In the picture they’re in a rose garden
  • Elizabeth 3d is in the picture with them too 
  • Jumin frames the drawing
  • Buys MC a bunch of different art supplies so they can experiment with their style 
  • He keeps everything MC has ever drawn, every sketchbook and rough draft


  • He actually found some of their art while he was doing the background check
  • But the quality was so good that he thought it might have been reposted
  • Since he knows MC is not a professional artist (if they were, he’d know)
  • In the picture MC and Seven are in space
  • Jokes about 2D!Seven (technically he’s 2D as it is but still)
  • Asks MC to draw him in a maid outfit


  • He’s a talented artist too
  • The drawing is recreating one of V’s landscape photos as a background
  • Shows MC his own drawings
  • They critique each other’s work (Jihyun only points out the good things)


  • He’s flustered
  • He’s holding a cone of mint ice cream and is hugging MC in the picture 
  • That makes him crave ice cream
  • Awkwardly thanks MC for the drawing
Vincent Bauer x Reader - Feeling you Part 1[SMUT]

My first fanfiction’s about Norman Reedus’ character in Air (2015).

Maybe this won’t be the only one fic about him I’ll write.

Hope you like it babies ♥

WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (Oral [Reader receiving], a little bit of daddy kink because I’m an horrible person)


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Summary: You just decide to test Cass, because you don’t know if he likes you or not.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warinings: smutty smut, kinda fluffy (if it needs a warning lol)

Words: 1389

A/N: | Again, sorry for every mistake I made, English isn’t my first language. |

Well, I was wondering if I should tag you or not, but I thought that you may like it, so here you are.


@katymacsupernatural  @splendidcas @casbabydontgoineedyou  @greenappleeyes 

P.S. I love your work <3

(not my GIF)


It was exactly a year since you were living in the bunker with boys, exactly a year since you hadn’t any action and it was a year since you decided that you need to be with the Angel. That year was difficult; Cass was… weird. One time he was overprotective, no matter if it was a monster, ghost or just a men that was trying to pick you up, and the other times, you felt invisible to him. Boys were making jokes about that.

One day, Dean heard you pleasuring yourself and moaning the Angel’s name and he was teasing you about that for two weeks. And you were sick of this by now.

So, that one evening with your boys and whisky you thought about a great plan. You decided to test your Angel. If he won’t be madly in love with you and your body after the attempts, you will stop and find yourself a date.


The next evening was the perfect time for your first plan. Castiel showed up and was doing research with boys, they were looking for a new case, so you went to your room and changed. Well, you just take off your flannel and bra, leaving yourself in just your tight tank top. You loved your boobs and you knew that no men can take their eyes off of you. You made sure that your nipples were hard and then you headed to library.

One step in the room and six pairs of eyes were on you. Dean shift in his chair, Sam tried to not look, and Cass… Well, Cass covered himself more in his trench coat and licked his lips not even trying to not be seen. You smiled to everyone and pretended that you saw nothing.

“What’s up, boys?” you sat beside Sam, opposite Castiel and Dean.”Found something?” That look on their faces… They had no idea what you were talking about, so you laught. “Guys, I live here a year now, you should get used to it.” your words hit Dean and he smirked, but before he could answer you, Cass caught.

“You live with two guys, you shouldn’t walk around this place like this.” said your Angel, which caused you to raised your eyebrows.

“That’s just Dean and Sam and you shouldn’t care.” you smiled kinda horridly, but deep down you knew that this was the reaction you wanted. “I will walk around this place naked,”you stood up and started walking away without turning around.”and you have nothing to say, because this place is my home, and, oh, look” you took off your tank top and tossed it somewhere”in my home, I do what I want to do.”

You were sure you heard all of them moaning, when they saw your naked back, but you went streight to your room.

That night you heard not only your moans, but Dean’s and Sam’s as well. You had no idea that both of them would whispered your name, but it was really amusing and it turned you on even more, but you wanted Cass to break.

You stoped wearing a bra and get used to see Winchester brothers with boners or not see them at all. It was strange to you, but funny. Both of them knew that you wanted to break Castiel and, guessing by the groans and moans at night and smiles in the meantime of the day, they didn’t cared as long as you were okay with them pleasuring themselves to the thought of you.


And then, after a week, Cass showed up again, just before you went to the shower. Your fate wanted you to met Dean in the hall so you told him about your second plan and he joined it with a huge smile. You went to get a shower and he stole your clothes, it was this simple.

“Dean? What is it?” asked Castiel just after older Winchester crossed threshold of map room. “Is that… These aren’t (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, they are.” he smiled. “You can count the seconds, she will be here any minute, wet, angry and only in…”

“Dean!!!” you screamed, knowing you have to be really mad at him. “Dean Winchester! Where are my clothes?!” you stood just at the door. Your hair wet, only in a fluffy towel. You met Cass’ blown eyes and before you knew it, you where standing in your room, opposite Castiel.

He rushed twords you and crashed his lips on yours. You never thought that Castiel would be this great at kissing. His lips were soft, but the kiss was taking your breath away and made your knees weak. Leaning on his chest, you felt his erection pressed at your stomach. His hands hugged your face, just so you couldn’t break, and he just throw that towel on the floor. Not breaking the kiss, he put you on the bed of yours and made himself comfortable above you. He nestled his head in your neck and left there a few kisses then he traveled lower.

You moand when his lips found your nipple and sucked it. His hands were everywhere, but not where you needed his touch most and it was driving you crazy.

“Cass..”you begged. “Cass, please.” he groaned and rocked his hips into yours which caused you to squirm. He lowerd his mouth, kissing his way through your belly and he easly found your throbing clit and licked it. “Cass!” you were sure that Winchesters heard you, but you didn’t care, the only thing that was important right now was that men between your legs.

He pressed his tounge flat to your clit and started doing circles around your entry with his finger. Your hands found its place in his hair and when you pulled him, he moand.

“(Y/N),” he started softly, ”I never thought that you could be this wet for me.” his words tickled you in a way that you never felt. He started to kiss and lick your sex like a primal, but you found in it a lot of a plan.

You felt your climax even before he slip his long fingers in you, but when he curled them, you fell of the edge, screaming his name and squirm under his touch. He rode you through your orgasm and got up to look at you. His smile was your blessing.

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). Are you gonna cum for me one more time?” you couldn’t stop that smirk that climed up to your mouth.

“Just one more?” you raised your eyebrows.

“I was waiting for it since the day I met you, I can’t wait any longer to fuck you.” he said simply, starting to rock his hips into yours which took your breath away, so you just nodded.

“Please, Cass, make me yours.” you murmured between moans and your lust made him want you even more.

He snapped his fingers and was completely naked. Skin to skin, finally. He thrust into you easly and nestled his head in your neck again, moaning. Starting pace was slow, but soon, it was really fast, at the same time - not rough.

You felt that tightness in your lower belly and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming.

“Come, (Y/N), come on, love.” he whisperd and you fell another time, screaming, begging, moaning. Soon after you, he began to be a mess, crumbling and leaving kisses everywhere on your body, you back up your hips to give him the realise you wanted him to have; you just simply rode his orgasm.

“Oh my, (Y/N), don’t stop, please… Don’t you dare stopping…” his tone was everything you wanted; he shook and then he reached his own climax, losing his breath.

Cass fell beside you and tried to catch his breath. You cuddled to his chest, happy that you made him such a mess.

“Wow” he whisperd. “Dean should steal your clothes more often.” Castiel kissed your temple.

“I don’t think we need him to butt in again” you smiled. “I love you, Cass.” you said quickly.

“Rest, (Y/N).”he hugged you hard and covered carefully. “I love you too, love.” he said right to your ear and you fell asleep with a huge smile.


A bit late releasedddd !!! I doing this while got a bit lazy so I’m sorry if my word choices weirder than usual… (i’m not too liked this chapter)

this time is about Detective Agency’s daily life from Kyouka side so maybe it’s bit boring (I once said that I liked atsushi x kyouka but this time really boring, well I liked chuuya x dazai more   lol)

okay then like always, japanese isn’t my first language (my kanji still suck, manytimes I know what this kanji means but I don’t know how to read it) and english isn’t my forte so I really appreciated it if someone can make it better…

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He Is Safe

Summary : You wake up from a nightmare, then make sure everyone you care about is safe.

Prompt : “I had a nightmare and came here to make sure you were okay”. (I saw this on a blog from last year but I can’t freaking find it now!)

Word Count : 776 words (It’s quite short)

Warnings : None, I think. Tiny bit of angst? Fluff?

A/N : Okay! So this is a drabble that I wrote November last year. It’s short, shitty and halfway through it I didn’t know how I was going to end it. So it may feel incomplete. I’m sorry about that! Feedback is very much welcomed so hit me up! Same goes to requests!
I decided to post it anyways because my first fic EVER posted went really well and there was generally great feedback that I honestly didn’t expect, and this was just a sort of ‘look’/’feel’ of my writing style when it comes to drabbles. I have a shit ton of drabbles just rotting in my laptop that I want to re-visit, re-write and hopefully post one day. But for now, all I can post is this.

Note that English is not my first language so… yeah. Any mistakes, report it to me (:

You sat upright, forehead glistening with sweat as you tried to control your erratic breathing. Your eyes were wild as cold fear gripped your heart. You look over the clock on your bedside table, where it read 3.48 am.

You tore your blanket off of you, and saw your bed sheet was a mess –you clearly had been tossing and turning in your sleep. It was only when your feet had touched the frosty marbled floor did you remember what had awoken you.

Abandoning your robe and bunny slippers you dashed out of your room, not bothering to close your door behind you before scrambling to another door at the opposite hallway. Your hand grabbed the doorknob and turned it slowly, knowing the resident of the room had a sharp hearing –even in their sleep.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the moonlight that poured in from the window. You saw a body tucked underneath a blanket, curled up and sound asleep. Nat’s red hair was still noticeable even in this lighting, and your heart lightened a bit at seeing her safe. But the list was still long, and you retraced your steps outside.

You were in another room, this time Wanda’s; a book was next to her with her hand on the spine as she slept. Okay, she’s fine. You moved to the next –Clint, Sam, Vision, Tony and Steve. All of who were sleeping at this hour (Yes, even Tony), and with every room you checked, you came out feeling relief wash over you. But you still had one more person to verify, so you walked over to the last door of your late inspection.

Now standing in front of another door, you steadied your breathing. The occupant behind this door was the one you were most terrified for. You kept telling yourself it was just a nightmare, a sickening dream that did not at all affect any one of them in this reality. Like everyone else you had checked on, this one was the same like the rest; asleep and safe. But you needed to see them with your own eyes.

You were too busy trying to calm yourself that you didn’t realize the door had been opened, until his voice tore the silence of the hallway.

“(Y/n)?” he asked, clearly startled to see you standing there. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked when all you did was stare at him with unblinking eyes. He reached out for you, and it was the solid touch of his hand on your shoulder that anchored you down. He is safe.

I had a nightmare and came here to make sure you were okay” you finally spoke, confiding to him the reason you were standing there in your mismatched pajama set in the dead of night. You thought you saw Bucky’s face twitch in amusement but thought it was your imagination –it was dark after all.

“I’m okay” he told you. It was then that you released a breath you realized you’ve been holding, soon the weight on your shoulder lifted off of you, making your heart feel lighter since waking up from your nightmare.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly when he neared you, his hand running down your arm before grasping your hand gently. You could only nod in response.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, and he kept noticing you lick your chapped lips repeatedly in a futile attempt to dampen it. The gentle rise and fall of your chest meant you were calming yourself, but the clouds in your eyes suggested you were having trouble with it. So Bucky did the only thing he could offer.

“Let’s go to the kitchen. I wanted water” he said, dragging you with intertwining hands down the empty hallway and to the kitchen. Your gentle footsteps echoed with every step you took, and it was when you sat yourself onto one of the stools that aligned the counter did you realize how cold the air was.

Bucky handed you a glass of water, to which you took after mouthing the words ‘thank you’ to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. Not now anyways”

You knew his intention wasn’t to pry; Bucky knew how you felt. He’d suffered enough of it to know that talking about a nightmare that haunts you was the last thing you wanted. The only thing that could calm someone after a thing like this was silence and company. Two things that sound contradictory but it made sense nonetheless.

And you’re grateful for that –he understood. Always had been and, perhaps, always will.

FIRST DRABBLE POSTED! I know it’s not great but I really wanted to post something. I’m a uni student and things are getting hectic sooner than I expected, so I didn’t want people to look at my blog and say “ah, one of those new blogs who can’t commit” blah blah blah. So yeah :/
Tagging @imaginingbucky and @avengersnthings because they’re my courage (tell me if you want to be tagged / untagged)

House of memories

Words: ~1750 (this is way too long for what it is)

Genre: Nostalgic fluff (I was sad don’t judge me)

Warnings: A bit of swearing, but that’s all.

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My first one -shot!

So , now here it is, my first attempt to write something about our favourite character Eric.

Title: Little Warrior

Warning: none just a lot of fluff

Words: 1622

I want to thank my fellow jai-sisters and the lovely @pathybo for encouraging me to post this! You rule! Lots of love!

P.S. I’m sorry for every mistake in this text, English is not my first language.

When I left the infirmary, I was stunned. Not about the pregnancy, I was well aware about that, but Eric. He had shown up and seems very interested about the child. He even stayed behind to asked the Doctor a few more questions. With a big smile on my face I walked back to my Apartment.

Halfway there suddenly Peter stopped me, a malicious smirk on his face. „Well, well look who’s here. Heard you’ve been knocked up.“ Ok, rumours spread as fast as light at Dauntless. „ you think you can take advantage of this, don’t you? Carrying a leader’s Baby would gain you respect?“ he took a step towards me and started poking my belly with his index. „You are nothing but a cheap whore! Everybody knows that, and this little brat inside you…” The next moment a dark shadow rushed past me and Peter was pinned on the opposite wall. Eric! With his hands tight around Peter’s throat he glared angry at him. „This is MY woman and MY child you’re talking about“ he hissed between clenched teeth. „If I ever saw you around May or my child again, I swear to god I’ll show you the chasm from a very different perspective!“ Peter gurgled and turns violet. I laid my hand on Eric’s Arm. „Honey please! He’s not worth it. Let’s go home ok?“ He let go of Peter with a deep growl, took me by my waist and left further down the hall with me. Around the next corner he stopped and looked at me with worried eyes. „Is everything ok? Did he hurt you? Did he hurt the Baby?“ He laid his big Hand on my stomach. I shook my head. „No, everything is fine, but I think we need to talk.“ He nodded and followed me.

The second I closed the door behind me his lips crushed on mine. But it wasn’t that usual heated sex-driven Kiss, but a soft and sensual one. When I break the kiss a few seconds later, I saw nothing but genuine love in his eyes. We sat down on my couch. „We’re really having a Baby, don’t we?” Eric noted. “Jepp” I just answered. He shoved his hand trough his hair. “Wow….that’s wow. I’ve never thought of me as a father!” “Nor I’ve been thinking of me as a mother, at least not for now. Somewhere in the future of course but not yet.” Eric slides himself closer to me, wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder and with the other Hand he started to rub my non-existent belly. “Move in with me” he whispered to my ear. I look at him in shock, that was unexpected. “Eric…I..” He took my hands in his. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, since you told me” I scoffed lightly. When I broke the news to him, he went pale as a wall, excused himself and run for the hills. No one saw him for nearly two weeks! Today he finally reappeared. He laughed a little. “I know I know, I’m sorry about that, I was a little overwhelmed. But as I said, I thought about it. If I would ever had to have children in this world, this faction, it would be with you!” I sighed. “Babe , I’m normally not the kind of relationship-guy, and I can’t promise that this will work , but I want to try it, for you and the Baby.” I layed my forehead to his. “I also don’t know how all of this will end, I never was in an relationship before, but I want this Baby, our Baby to grow up in a real family.” He gently kissed me again. “So it’s set? You’re coming with me?” I nodded and snuggled into him. Slowly he shoved his hand on my stomach again. “I… I think…I love you!” The next moment he grimaced. “Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought.” I laughed. “I love you too….Yeah, you’re right, it feels good!” We sat there for a couple more minutes, hanging on our own thoughts.

Suddenly Eric jumps up and took me with him. “Come on, let’s seal the deal. Pack up a few things, you’re living with me now! Later we will visit the Housing-Department to get you registered to my Apartment. I don’t want you and our Baby to be on your own. If something happened, I’m not here to help!” I smiled. There he was again, Eric the leader. Any other day I would be angry about someone ordain my life like this, but maybe it were the hormones or because deep down I know that he was right, I simply agreed. So I took my Dufflebag and threw random clothes out of my Wardrobe in it. Eric went to my bathroom and collected my toiletries. A few minutes later we were ready and headed out to Eric’s . As I closed my door Eric laced our Hands together. This was the first time he showed any affection towards me in public.

After we put my belongings at his home we went to the Department. Carlene, the assigned Dauntless smirked widely at our request. “Finally! That step was long overdue!” She laughed hardly at our confused looks. “What? Do you really thought nobody knows about you two? We even placed bets on how long it took you to admit it to yourself! As for that…..” she spins herself around and shouted to a fellow Employee “Tell Andrew he owes me a lot of points now. I told you it would took them over a year!” Eric and I looked at each other staggered. Was it that obvious that there was more between us than just occasional banging each other? Beside that we hadn’t much in common….till now.

We get everything done and went back to Eric’s…No, our Apartment. Eric opens the door and pointed inside. “Welcome home, Babe” Albeit I had been in here countless times before, this was the first time I took a real good look around. It was as I expected: Neat, very structured and a bit cold, to be honest. On the right side of the door was the living room with a big black couch, a fireplace and a TV above it. On the left lays the kitchen with a cooking island as the central element. There were three more doors to the Master bedroom, a guest bedroom and a little bathroom as Eric told me. All walls had a light grey colour like concrete and most of the furniture was black or dark brown. On the ceiling was a big surface light which makes the whole room light up nicely. Eric dropped my bag on the bed. As I opened the wardrobe I saw that Eric had already made room for me. I looked at him in question and he smiled “when I thought this whole thing over, I already made a few arrangements” I chuckled lightly and shocked my head.

In the next few ours, the rest of my stuff was delivered to us. Soon you could tell that a woman was now living in here: There was a sand-coloured rug in front of the couch, a few pictures on the walls, a candle holder on the sideboard and a basked of fruits on the dining table. Now the bathroom holds two toothbrushes and a few more care products. Eric looked around in awe. “Wow, I liked my flat bevor , but now it looks really vivid!” He slipped his arms around me and kissed me lightly. “Thank you” he said tenderly. “For what?” I asked astonished. “Just for being here with me, for giving me something to live for aside my job” A tear formed inside my eye, as I kissed him eagerly as an answer.

Later we laid in our bed together. Suddenly Eric laughed to himself. “What’s up?” I asked. He props himself up on his elbows and turned to me. “I just realised that this is the first time I’m in bed with a woman and not having sex with her” I looked at him “Never bevor?” He shocked his head. “Nope. Either I was in the girl’s room or I throw her out afterwards.” I thought about it. As in my case he was right. Every time we were done I soon left to my own home. We never really slept in the same bed. “So, should I sleep on the couch as long as we have no sex?” I said smirking. He laughed again. “ No, of course not. To be honest, now I can’t think of anything better than to wake up beside you every morning!” I looked at him ecstatic. “Aww, big bad leader Eric, soft as a little kitten” He glared at me playfully. “Don’t you dare tell anybody! I have a reputation to loose!” He reached for the covers, took them down and lifted my shirt up. Lovingly he caresses my stomach. “So, how are you two?” I laid my Hands on his. “Good, great actually. I’m happy and comfortable” He nodded satisfied, laid his head beside my belly and kissed it gently. “Hey little warrior, it’s me, Daddy. You have to grew fast and become strong. Me and your Mommy can’t wait to see you!” I fondle his hair softly. “And if it is a girl?” His eyes sparkled “Then she will be as brave and as beautiful as her mother!” Wow that whole Baby-thing has engulfed him entirely! I put my head on his chest and my arm around his waist. I closed my eyes and drifted slowly to sleep. There was a big adventure for us ahead!

Originally posted by ladanvm

ask-nyolietbel  asked:

It's seems that Bertholdt has a crush on Annie, right? Did he try to impress her at some point? Like, giving her little gifts, or saying her cute little (and not too obvious) compliments...? And how did she react at this? ((Sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language! ^^U))

He did, yes, but she didn’t like it. Bertholdt was being a bit too subtle as well, because he’s so shy

Okay let’s talk about the new video. The 10 years later part 2. I don’t really like the new versions -except Dani, like holy shit-.
I get the storys behind all it but I just don’t see them like that in the future.

I don’t see Jack as a half-robot or ecto-whatever. I really liked the secound design like a older Jack that’s ok.

I always thought that Jazz does tries to help the team more in the future but I also think the she really would do something in the psychological area. She always cares about Danny’s wellbeing especially mentally.

I don’t really know what to say about the new designs for her. I think she would change lesser just like how I think about Jack.

Okay I really like Dani’s design. That she comes back to help Danny and becomes part of the team and family. Can’t really say anything against it.

Well these are my opinions about the new designs. Sorry for any errors English is not my first language.

Edit: I forgot Vlad but like no just N O
Christ On A Biscuit (John X Reader)

WC: 2076

AU: Soulmate AU where the first words you hear your soulmate say are written on your body

Warnings: A looot of cursing, fLuFf

A/N: I’ll be going on holidays to a place sans internet while the @hamwriters write-a-thon is scheduled to take place, so I’m posting it early. Here is Day 1!

I stumbled my way through the crowded Manhattan streets, a latte clasped in my right hand. I glanced down at the words so elegantly tattooed on my forearm, reading them for the 7 billionth time in my life. That was the greatest profanity I have ever heard. I had a tendency to curse like a sailor, and my curses were, creative, to say the least. My go to one was ‘mother of god in a fucking hand basket.’ Clearly, my soulmate will have a wonderful first impression of me if the first thing they say to me is a compliment on my handle of the English language. “Sorry.” I muttered as I accidentally nudged someone, a look of exasperation on their face. “It’s not my fault you can’t keep your goddamn arms to yourself.” I heard the man say and I froze, feeling my blood boil with rage. “What was that?” I said, louder this time, and the man turned around to face me. “What was what?” He said, mock innocence in his voice. “You know bloody well what. I can’t keep my arms to myself, huh?” I said and the man sneered, nodding his head. “It’s so nice to know that you agree with me.” He jeered and I felt like I probably had steam pouring out of my ears. “The only thing I’ll agree with is a foot so far up your ass you can taste it.” I said, my voice laced with fake sweetness. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened in shock and anger. I simply turned on my heel, and walked as far and as fast as the street would allow me to. I took a sip of my coffee, proud of my victory of the asshole I had just confronted. What I didn’t notice, in my state of pride, was a man with long hair and freckles approaching me at a breakneck speed. He looked up and noticed that I was in his way far too late, trying to stop but instead slamming into me. “Jesus motherfucking Christ on a biscuit.” I said, feeling the hot coffee burn my skin and soak my clothes. The man started laughing and I frowned at him, wondering whether the scalding coffee or my anger was heating my skin. “That was the greatest profanity I have ever heard.” The man said and I gasped, my eyes immediately darting to my forearm. The man followed my gaze and gasped as he read the words he had just uttered. His eyes met mine, shock on both our faces. He tugged the collar of his shirt down slightly, and there, tattooed in dark ink, were the words Jesus motherfucking Christ on a biscuit. He coughed awkwardly and his eyes widened slightly when he saw something that was clearly out of my line of vision. “I’d just like to point out that your previous statement, which was hilarious, was probably not that appropriate given that we’re in front of a church.” He said and I turned my eyes to the building, confirming that it was in fact Trinity Church. I smiled and shook my head at the irony of the situation. “My name’s John Laurens.” John said, stretching his hand in my direction. I shook it warmly, looking him in the eye. “Y/N Y/L/N.” I said and John smiled, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it. “Stunning name for a stunning soulmate.” He said and I felt my cheeks heat up involuntarily. “I could say the same for you.” I said and John chuckled awkwardly, dropping my hand reluctantly. “I don’t know. John’s a pretty bland name.” He said and I frowned, stepping closer to him, almost subconsciously. “I don’t think so. A name is only as extraordinary as the person who bears it. In this case, John is an incredibly extraordinary name.” I said and John’s jaw dropped, his cheeks flushing bright red. “You an English major?” John asked and I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’m actually majoring in the dramatic arts. I just love to write and play with words.” I said and John smiled, nodding slightly. “Well, Y/N, oh mighty wielder of words, what would you say to a cup of coffee to replace the one you blasphemed over?” John said and I let out a loud laugh, nodding eagerly. “I would love one. New York winters are a right pain in the ass.” I said, and the smile on John’s face widened as he grabbed my hand, almost dragging me alongside him. “Easy Laurens. I don’t know a lot about anatomy, but I’m fairly certain that my arm will come out of its socket if you pull any harder.” I said and John chuckled, lessening the speed he was pulling me at. We continued walking in comfortable silence, John’s grip on my hand like a somewhat comforting vice. “I still can’t believe the first thing you said to me was Jesus motherfucking Christ on a biscuit. Some wordsmith you are.” John said and I scoffed, taking my hand out of his to smack his shoulder playfully. “Shut up. I was covered in scalding hot coffee, so cut me some slack.” I said and John chuckled, taking my hand back into his. “Ok, ok. You remind me of my friend Alexander. He, too, has a penchant for writing, coffee and gloriously constructed profanities.” I laughed at John’s description to his friend and went to say something  but I was cut off by John stopping abruptly. “Here we are.” John said, taking his hand out of mine to open the door. I immediately noticed the absence of the warmth of his hand, but followed him inside. “John! You have a visitor today!” A young woman with dark skin and curly hair said, a smile on her features. “That I do Maria. This, is Y/N Y/L/N. My soulmate.” John said, stage whispering the last two words. Maria chuckled and turned her eyes to me. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Maria Reynolds, John’s favourite barista.” She said and I chuckled, shaking her outstretched hand. “The same goes for you Maria. That it’s nice to meet you, that is.” I said and Maria smiled. “You don’t strike me as the kind of person that would say something like 'Jesus motherfucking Christ on a biscuit.’” Maria said slyly and I groaned, burying my head in my hands. “I just can’t catch a break, can I?” I said and Maria and John chuckled, John squeezing my hand reassuringly. “It’s all good Y/N. So, what can I get you two lovebirds?” Maria said and I glanced briefly at the menu behind her. “I’ll have my usual. Y/N, what do you want?” John asked and I paused, biting my lip in thought. “I’ll have a caramel macchiato, thanks Maria.” I said sweetly and Maria nodded, jotting our orders down on a piece of paper. “I’ll have those ready in a jiffy. You two have a seat, get to know each other.” Maria said, shooting us a wink before moving around the kitchen, making our coffees. “There’s this one booth I know that’s like right near the heater.” John said and I smiled, the adrenaline and excess caffeine in my system convincing me to lean up and press a kiss to his cheek. John froze momentarily, a steady blush creeping across his cheeks. “That booth paired with a coffee will work wonders for my half-numb fingers.” I said and John broke his trance, laughing lightly at my comment. We sat down at the booth and I immediately felt a wave of warmth roll over me. “This was a brilliant idea John Laurens.” I said and John smiled sheepishly. I reached across the table and laced my fingers with his, the warmth of his hand warming mine. “So, Y/N, how’d you end up studying the dramatic arts, as you so eloquently put it?” John asked and I chuckled, licking my lips. “Well, I grew up in Philadelphia and I always had a passion for theatre. I started my wonderful theatrical career as a doorknob in a second grade production of Beauty and the Beast.” I said and John let out a loud, booming laugh. “Seriously? A doorknob?” He asked incredulously and I nodded, a wide smile on my face. “It’s true. I was so untalented they cast me as a doorknob! That didn’t stop me from loving the theatre.” I said and John smiled brightly, looking at me with something unidentifiable in his eyes. “Here you go lovers. One caramel macchiato for Y/N, and a cappuccino for Johnny boy.” Maria said, handing us our drinks. I held the mug in my free hand and felt the warmth seep into it. I took a sip of the drink and let out a hum of delight. “Oh my god. This is the best coffee I have ever tasted in my life.” I said and Maria chuckled, sticking her pen behind her ear. “It’s no biggie. You want anything to eat or is this good?” Maria said and John shook his head. “I think we’re good, given Y/N’s reaction to the coffee.” He said and I blushed a bright pink. Maria laughed and nodded, walking away from the table towards another group of customers. “This is nice.” I said softly and John nodded, looking at me with his bright hazel eyes. “So, Johnny boy, what’s your major?” I asked and John laughed a little at the name I used for him. “I’m a visual art major. Third year.” John said and I nodded in approval. “That’s so cool. I can’t draw squat. My artistic skills are few and dismal.” I said and John smiled at me softly. “We can work on that, don’t worry.” He said and I felt my cheeks heat up under his gaze. We continued talking long after our coffees had disappeared, and my cheeks were beginning to ache from all the smiling and laughing. I looked at my watch while John was in the middle of telling a story about a turtle that nearly bit him and gasped when I saw the time. “What? What’s wrong?” John asked, immediately cutting his story off. “I just noticed the time. We’ve been here for at least 3 hours.” I said and John’s eyes widened, a sheepish smile settling on his face. “I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s not every day you meet your soulmate. I wanted to get to know you a bit better.” John said and I smiled, placing my hand on top of his. “It’s fine John. You’re my soulmate too.” I said and John smiled brightly. “I should probably get your number.” John said and I nodded, passing him my phone. “Just put your number in.” I said and he smiled, nodding as he typed his number into my phone. I did the same on his, entering my contact name as Church Kid, hoping he picked up on the joke. “Well, it was a pleasure running into you today Y/N.” John said, taking his phone back and chuckling at the newly added name in his contacts. “The same goes for you John. I never thought my soulmate would be that attractive, and appreciate my awful profanities.” I said and John let out a loud laugh, his eyes brightening as he did. “It has been my pleasure.” John said and I nodded, standing up from the booth. We walked outside, waving goodbye to Maria as we left. “It’s been wonderful meeting you Y/N.” John said and I smiled at him, stretching my arms out for a hug. John wrapped his arms around me tightly, the heat of his body filling me with warmth. “How do you feel about dinner tomorrow night?” John mumbled into my hair and I disentangled myself from his embrace. I looked into his eyes and pressed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. John’s eyes widened briefly, but he quickly melted into the kiss. He rested his arms on my waist and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling a few strands free from his ponytail. John pulled away from the kiss and a dumb grin was painted on his face. “I take that as a yes to dinner tomorrow?” John said and I laughed, nodding my head. “Of course, you idiot. I’d love to.”

Elias is gay and he likes Mikael

I’m sure that you are a little skeptical reading this but trust me, this makes sense.
So, i’m going to analyze what we know about the relationship between Even and Mikael, the fight in the karaoke bar, and Elias’ character.


What we know about them is through Youssef, and I’m sure that’s Mikael’s version. I think Even and Mikael were in a “relationship”, that the kiss Youssef told Sana about was consensual.
But honestly, i think Mikael doesn’t accept his homosexuality, so he tried to put some distance between them and told the balloon squad a whole diferent story. This situation was mixed with Even’s episode and his attempt of suicide and they broke their relationship with him.


So, we can see the balloon squad entering in to the karaoke bar, Mikael is with them. Even sees them and suddenly he stops singing. When we see the balloon squad again, Mikael was gone.
The only ones that react to Even were Mikael and Elias, who stared at Even and look like he was shocked.
Then, we see how Elias and Youssef look outside the bar, were Mikael, and probably the boy squad, are.
When we see the fight, the only one that look furious was Elias, and the rest of the balloon squad (including Mikael) were trying to calm him down. That makes me think that Isak said something that deeply hurt Mikael and Elias punch him.

I remind you that these season theme is the misuderstandings (don’t let me be misunderstood), and EVERYONE thought that they were fighting because the balloon squad are muslims (and consequently, homophobes🙄) so, what if the reason of the fight wasn’t Elias being an homophobe, but being gay and in love with Mikael?


We don’t know that much about Elias, but we can see that he is having a hard time. When he was wasted (in the middle of the afternoon, without partying) he was alone with Youssef.
What if Youssef knows about Elias feelings and he was comforting him that afternoon? Maybe the reason Youssef didn’t help in the fight (and, come on, you all agree with me that it’s weird and doesn’t make sense that Youssef was making out with Noora instead of helping his friends, right?) is because he didn’t like the selfdestructive way Elias is managing his feelings.
We can see that his mother is worried and monitoring him, and Sana maybe knows Elias drinks, but she seemed worried too. Maybe been this wasted is not characteristic of him. And Youssef seemed so secretive about this too.

Another thing is the interaction between Elias and Eskild that we didn’t see, but Julie told us about THREE TIMES. THREE. First, in a text, then Noora told Sana, and the next was Eskild telling that maybe he has posibilities with him. And this isn’t casual yo, this scenes have a reason people. Nothing is casual in Skam.


This capture of the pause trailer is clearly Mikael’s large and light hair. Youssef hair is darker. Now, the hand? I doubt is Even’s, and we have seen Elias touching Mikael’s hair (in the job video in hei briskeby)

Well, this is my theory, spread the word and we will make it reach Julie’s ears. Please tell me your thoughts
And sorry about my english, it’s not my first language.

anonymous asked:

Mostly to least of BTS to be LGBT? (In my opinion Jin is at last idk why) ((also sorry,,,, english isn't my first language;;;)

Idk if this is a most to least but it’s at least like a What Type Of Gay each member is:

Yoongi - Unapologetic gay. I’m pretty sure we all know he’s LGBT that’s just who he is but honestly most likely to just come out and not give a shit
Hobi - Idk why but he just seems really gay to me?? He just gives off the ~vibes~ but he’s probably most likely to accidentally fall for a nb person or a boy but just be so happy with that person that he doesn’t give it a second thought
Taehyung - The ultimate “Gender Is Fake” dude. U bet he’s like “I guess I’m not straight but who really cares” bc he’ll respect your gender 100% but honestly doesn’t see how it’s important if he’s attracted to u 
Namjoon - Brogay. He’s probably the most likely to be accepting of himself but man he’s also gonna write in “no homo” to his wedding vows when he’s marrying another man
Jungkook - My soft young boy. If he’s LGBT it’ll probably take a few years for it to really Form™ but I don’t doubt it. I really just see him as sweet and gentle and caring so he’s prob gonna be most likely to date a guy for like 3 years and then be like “Oh wait shit this isn’t straight” when they’re at their anniversary dinner
Jimin - God I honestly don’t know?????? I don’t know. He’s honestly such a sub though lmao it’s impossible to tell. He could be so attracted to someone that he literally cannot think about anything else whatsoever and u still wouldn’t be able to tell
Jin - Jin is the guy who’s like “oh yeah lol I’m married btw” and then a guy just walks in and no one questions it even if it’s surprising. You never really know with him

(add on if you wanna i love this shit. also write some stuff and @ us for different groups too)

Reggie Mantle x Reader

This is based of a request I read somewhere. It’s also my first ever published story/imagine so sorry if it sucks :))) enjoy! (also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes!)


Being a teenager is hard. Being a teenager in Riverdale is harder. But being a Jones and living in Riverdale is the hardest. My family had a rough history in this town and the present wasn’t any more pleasant. My father was an alcoholic, my little sister and my mother left my brother and I with said alcoholic dad and my brother and I, well we were homeless. We could go home if we wanted to don’t get me wrong but there wasn’t much of a difference between living at home and not living at home. My brother Jughead and I used to live at the drive-in but when it got sold to be taken down we fled the place and wandered around for a few days before finaly setteling in a tiny closet under the school’s stairs. It barely fit the two of us but hey, we got a roof AND working showers, another thing we didn’t have at home. Besides all that my life was fine I guess, I had my friends and I had my brother so I liked my life. “Hey, Y/N… wake up school starts in 3 hours” I groaned as I slapped my brothers hand away and pulled the duvet over my head “you go shower first” I mumbled and I could hear my brother sigh before grabbing his stuff and leaving the tiny space. I closed my eyes again and decided 5 more minutes of sleep wouldn’t kill anyone. That was until 15 minutes later the closet door opened and I sprung up “Oh Y/N” I could hear a familiar voice say. I rubbed my eyes and looked at Archie who looked at us with a sad look on his face “How long?” He asked and Jug sighed “Since the drive in closed, that’s where we used to live before” “Well, why the hell are you not living at home?” Archie questioned and I sighed before answering “Truth is, things aren’t good… at home” Archie picked up on of the empty cans before asking “With your dad?” “Yeah… he kind of fell of the wagon, after your dad fired him” I looked at the clock and saw that school started in an hour and quickly put on my clothes “He’s been without a job ever since. He keeps saying he’s going to get his life together but our mom couldn’t take that rollercoaster anymore and took Jellybean and went to live with our grandparents” I could hear the first kids approaching and grabbed my bag, phone and school books before leaving the closet. “C'mon” I said and closed the door “Well why don’t you guys come live with me?” I chuckled and shook my head “This is temporary Archie… look we’re going go figure something out. But just please, please don’t tell anyone” I said and squeezed his arm before leaving the boys alone.


Ever since Archie found out we were living in the closet things just got worse. I tried living with my dad again but I just couldn’t. Jug was staying over at Archie’s and I told them I was staying with Melody but truth was, I was back at square one. Also it didn’t help that the bullying got worse. Jughead and I were used to some teasing and pushing but lately they’ve gotten meaner and harder on me than ever before. Especially Chuck and Moose, they couldn’t leave me alone for some reason and normally I would ignore them and shake it off but this time they got too personal and everything in me just snapped. “Hey dirty girl” I heard Chuck’s voice boom and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning my back to them, but was blocked by Moose “You know, he would call you a slut but no one wants to touch you so why waste a word that’s too nice to describe you” my heart was pounding in my chest like usual but I didn’t show any sign of emotion “Oh c'mon not even a laugh? Did your mother not teach you how to laugh at a joke? Oh wait, your mom left you I forgot” Wait… how do they even know “Probably because you’re such a huge dissapointment. Is that why daddy started drinking? To forget you? I know I would you worthless piece of flesh” I could feel the tears welling up and pushed past them, hearing the laughter behind me “That’s right baby girl, run to your non existent home you homeless freak” I slammed the door of the locker room shut, threw my jacket and backpack on the floor and fell to my knees as I finaly let it all out. I kicked a locker that was in front of me and suddenly a voice spoke up “wow easy tig- hey… are you okay?” I looked up to see Reggie with his sports bag in his hand and I realised I must have walked into the boys locker room “Can you just… please leave me alone?” It was silent for a few seconds before he stepped foreward and sat on the ground next to me “Chuck and Moose?” He softly asked and I nodded, another tear leaving my eye “It never gets to me, never but this time they said some things that were way to personal and why am I even telling you this?” I said as I whiped away the tears on my face “I don’t know, I wouldn’t probably tell me this” he replied and I giggled “It’s just… never mind you don’t care” I said and went to stand up before he stopped me “Y/N, would I Mantle the Magnificent sit on this dirty ass sweaty floor if I didn’t care?” I smiled and sat back down “Thank you Reggie, you’re really nice” I said and he smiled softly before scratching his head “Is it-is it true you’re homeless?” I bit my lip and waited a few seconds before nodding “How?” He whispered and I shrugged “Just some good old family issues” I smiled and he shook his head “This is serious Y/N, where do you sleep?” “Well where ever Juggie goes I go. We first stayed in the drive in but it got demolished so we moved to the tiny closet under the big stair case but now Jughead stays with Archie and I told them I’m staying at Melody’s… but truth is I’m not. I tried living with dad again but I can’t stand that place so I just roam around” I said and he looked at me with a hurt and confused look on his face “I’m so sorry Y/N… I never knew” I squeezed his hand and shrugged “It’s okay, no one knew” suddenly he perked up as if a light bulb turned on in his head and stood up and lifted me off the floor. “I know where you can live… my house” I opened my mouth to say something but he kept rambling “My brother just went to college, we have a spare room! I’m sure my parents won’t mind, we had exchange students before! Yes you’re living at my house, that’s it! We both get advantage out of this, you get to live in a house with an amazing family including myself and I-” suddenly he shut up and pursed his lips together as if he was going to say something but couldn’t and I tilted my head, smirking at him “What would you get out of this Reginald Mantle?” He smiled innocently and chuckled “I get to wake up with a beautiful girl in my house, even though it’s not in my bed” he said and I burst out laughing and looked at him as he smiled. Before I could control myself I leaned foreward and kissed his cheek “I’d like that Reggie, and maybe we can bring a change in the latter” “Oh count me in”

Originally posted by riverdalesource

anonymous asked:

I read Honenuki got in through recommendation like todoroki and yaoyorozu why do you think he ended up in class B instead of A?

Oh, I’m pretty sure the sorting is somewhat casual - I say somewhat because I think the classes are made trying to keep the overall strength balanced between the two groups, but that’s about it? It’s not like class A is inherently better than class B just because they’re called “A”, it’s mentioned more than once during the story that the potential should be overall the same and the only difference is the battle experience class A has

Anon said: holy shit I lose my shit bc of that text of yours. I mean I knew already how the case was between Baku and Kiri, but it still hit my heart to read that all in one text. I’m so blessed welp X’D

I nearly cried while writing it so guess what you’re not alone anon we can cry together ( ձ ̥̥̥ ヘ ձ ̥̥̥ )

Anon said:  I started watching BNHA because I love your art and I wanted to understand it (came for Haikyuu!! stayed for everything) and oh wow I’m only 7eps in so far but I really like it!!!! Thank you! Your art is incredible keep up the good work! : D

AHHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! I’m glad you’re liking it!!!!!!!!!!!! <3<3

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ecruteakcity-trainer  asked:

Hi, Hajimama, I'm new! First of all, sorry for eventual mistakes, English is not my first language. Then, thanks from me and my brother, we love Shingeki No Kyojin! And finally my question: pros and cons of LeviXSasha (yes, I ship then, I'm weird XD)? Hugs from Italy! <3

No problem, English isn’t my first language either ;)

Pro: They’re both kinda outcasts and could probably understand each other’s struggles pretty well if they decided to open up to each other
Con: Sasha would probably be a bit polite and people pleaser-ish for Levi

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just wanted to ask if my autistic character (a mermaid) who suffers from sensory overload if outside of the water is plausible...I mean, underwater sounds are silenced and the light is toned down as well...but I wonder if making her cold and distant would be stereotypical (sorry if I've used any wrong words, English is not my first language)

It makes sense for a mermaid to be affected by the sensory changes of being outside of the water - not only are there differences in light and sound above and below water, but there are lots of other sensory differences - think about the feeling of air and wind against her skin, the change in temperature between below and above water, and the vestibular input of ocean currents and/or waves. Another big sensory input to consider is water pressure - if she is used to having the feeling of hundreds of meters of water pushing down on her, she may find having only sea-level atmospheric pressure difficult to cope with.

In terms of her seeming “cold and distant”, I have some hesitation. I think it is ok (and realistic) for her to react to being overstimulated by having flattened affect (showing less emotion) and withdrawing from (or having greater difficulty with) social situations. This could easily be perceived by onlookers as being “cold and distant”. However, I think it would be good to show why your character is acting like this - if you can find a way to show that the character is not deliberately being “cold”, but that in fact she is overwhelmed and at this point in time can’t manage “normal” social interactions. Alternatively, maybe she would still be able to have typical social interactions, but this would make her tired much more quickly, and so she would be able to spend less time above water before having a meltdown/shutdown. This might mean that your character chooses to conserve her energy by ignoring unnecessary “social niceties”, and sticking to purely practical matters.

Finally, I will leave you with something to consider: are there cultural differences between mermaids and other species in the world of your story? It can be difficult for autistic people to understand the different social rules needed in different situations, and this is even more difficult when cultural issues are taken into account - behaviour that is considered polite by one culture is very rude in another, which might add to your character’s difficulties (and mean that other characters perceive her as rude or aloof).

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