who cares it's one of my favourite parts of that movie

She doesn’t like to be called babe because it’s sort of a lazy way of saying baby, she loved it when I called her by nicknames, babygirl, princess, tiger (because she wants to reincarnate into a tiger if she one day dies) beautiful, etc, she doesn’t like when others call her by her name, because she prefers “soph” but she loved it when I called her by her name and she sat there smiling at me for ages. Her favourite drinks are iced coffee, those frappe things from McDonald’s and rubicon (the mango one though) she loved coffee and I’ll never understand why. Shes insecure of her face and when You look at her too long she’ll cover it, she’s insecure of her body, though it’s perfect just the way it is to me, she’s insecure of her smile but I find it beautiful. No matter how many times I called her beautiful she didn’t once believe it because she believes she isn’t. No matter how many times I tried to prove to her she was beautiful she didn’t believe it. She’s insecure, she’s scared of being hurt, she’s scared of wasting time, she’s scared of putting her all into somebody to be left alone, her guard was up, even after I showed her the craziest amounts of love, because she’s afraid of letting people in and it’ll take her ages for her to be able to trust you and open up, the way she is stubborn drives me crazy because I want her to tell me what’s wrong but she won’t. She’s spend all night crying over me but has been happy for me the next day because whose wants to see a smile on my face, she will be emotional, she’ll cry, she’ll cry and lot, she won’t tell me she’s crying though because she’s scared to bring attention to herself. She gets jealous but only because she doesn’t want to see me with anybody else. She has days where all she wants to do is be alone and cry, there’s days she’ll have no motivation but all you need to do is try to be there for her regardless of how much she acts as though she doesn’t care because deep down she does and her pain is too much to explain so she’ll keep it in rather than tell me what’s wrong. She thinks she’s stupid and not intelligent (which I think and believe she is) and regardless of what i tell her she will never believe it, she always believes she isn’t enough but she is more than enough, I look at her and see my future, I look at her and it will physically hurts me because i know that she is worth much more yet she sticks around just for me, I think back to all the times I’ve hurt her and made her cry because of stupid arguments, I’ll look at her and my eyes will light up from the way her smile forms and the way her pupils dilate, the way she turns her head to the side so I won’t see her smiling or laughing. she never wants to see me upset, she may never say much but she knows, she wants to say things but her shyness takes over, she wants to be here for me but she will have no idea what to say, she will try her damn right hardest to be there for me and even though i don’t realise how much effort she puts in she will still carry on doing so. Even though I don’t thank her enough for making you happy she will still carry on doing so because she wants me to be happy. She never really speaks about what’s on her mind until i physically beg her to, she hates to talk of her past and her future and if I’m lucky she’ll tell me a story or two about her past, I need to pay attention because she hates to repeat herself, i need to reply to her like I’m interested or she’ll think i don’t care. She hates to talk of her future because it’s “depressing” because she doesn’t believe in herself but now is the part where i should interfere and motivate her to believe that everything she wants will be hers as long as she tries. She hates it when i give her “positivity rants” on the phone because it makes her overthink. She hates feeling like I’m not paying attention to her. She hates when I don’t realise everything you do for her. She hates feeling depressed and alone so i much bring as much happiness to her as possible, she hates knowing that I’m not okay. she loves sci-fi movies and that’s another thing I’ll never understand why she loves but when we’re married I’ll sit with her through 3 hour sci-fi movies because it’ll put a smile on her face and I’d do anything for that, She loves to mess and play with her hair, she is so downright passionate about photography and she loves relating to somebody, she loves when I know things about her, she loves having deep meaningful conversations, she sometimes stays up until stupid o clock to check up on me and to see if I’m okay or just to speak to me because she craves me and the feelings I give her. She stays up some nights doing things for me which I would never expect and some nights she will cry herself to sleep because I upset her or because im not okay. She loves to play fight and she loves it when I look into her eyes and she loves it when I lay in bed with her and just talk absolute shit. She loves long walks and pleasing sights, she loves going to pretty places, she loves the nights and one day she would love to travel the world with the love of her life, even though she’s never been an an airplane before but it’s fine because neither have I. she would love a long car journey to wherever as long as it’s with somebody she loves, she loves old music and she loves to make you happy. She loves wearing casual clothes and rarely ever wants to look “feminine” but I love it because its her character and who she is and she will never change that. She will make me happy even if I’m not making her happy because she loves me and will do anything to see a smile on my face. She doesn’t like going to busy places like concerts or crowds etc, she loves dogs and practically develops bonds with them, she dislikes her dog because she’s ‘boring’ but she still loves her and sees her as a sister, because she’s grown up with her. She is sometimes so full of life and so happy that its literally contagious, her smile makes me smile and her laugh is honestly the best sound ever, I see my future every time I look deeply into her eyes and i realise that she is worth so much more than me yet she sticks around, once she loved me she has not once stopped, ever since that day 3 years ago. Sometimes she will act heartless but only because she wants me to show her that I care, sometimes she’ll cry and not tell me because she wants me to figure it out. She doesn’t like to be around many people, she doesn’t want to go to college because she hates the whole school vibe but I respect her for that because going straight for a apprenticeship takes guts, she doesn’t have many friends and although people think they know her, I can assure you they don’t, she will make you feel as though you know her but you really don’t, even I don’t know/understand her to the full extent, because she doesn’t really let anybody in unless she really wants to tell them something, she doesn’t really open up to anybody, she may talk a lot on the phone sometimes but in real life it is the complete opposite because she will become shy. She loves her dads car because of it’s blacked out windows so people can’t see her. I’d describe her as mysterious and as every single day which goes on I carry on learning more about her. She is the book I’ve opened and I will carry on reading her till I am finished reading her which will be never because she is an endless story. She loves it when I hype her up when she looks beautiful when I replay, screenshot and reply with endless emojis because her beauty takes away my breath. Sometimes she’ll have an attitude because she’s upset about something and she wants me to figure it out. But her attitude is nothing to fuck with at all because she can talkkkkk I assure you, she will fight her opinion onto you and she will make her point, but she won’t say a word in person, regardless of the arguments and regardless of the heartlessness she will love me entirely and will carry on doing so and I will never question that. Her heart is made of gold and she will always want what is best for me. I’d keep on going because this isn’t everything about her, if I could, but quite honestly I’d be going on for hours, I could never lie, me and her have made the most happiest and craziest memories together, and I could never doubt that. If forever does not last for me and her and you’re the next person who falls in love with her, take this all in and realise what you’re getting yourself into. Treat her well because she is honestly a queen, you’ll learn to love her, but let me assure you something, you will never love her half as much as I do. But for now and hopefully till forever, she is mine and I will carry on loving her till the day I die.
—  dedicated to my wife.
Harry's interview on Quotidien
  • I: Can you hear me?
  • H: Yes
  • I: Welcome to Paris!
  • H: Thank you
  • I: How are you? Can you answer in French?
  • H: Good! A little bit. A tiny bit. Très bien et toi ?(very good and you?)
  • I: Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.
  • H: Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)
  • I: OK, that’s good.
  • H: That’s all I have.
  • I: Do you say it very often?
  • H: No... Yes
  • I: What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?
  • H: Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.
  • I: Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.
  • H: I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.
  • I: Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?
  • H: Thanks!
  • I: Do you have friends working at Billboard?
  • H: I don't know anyone at Billboard.
  • I: When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?
  • H: I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.
  • I: Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.
  • H: I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.
  • I: Why him?
  • H: I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.
  • I: When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?
  • H: No!
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy...
  • H: Great tie.
  • I: You think so? It's French.
  • H: It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?
  • I: Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.
  • H: No.
  • I: That's from the European Union!
  • H: Probably yeah.
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?
  • H: Was what simple?
  • I: Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...
  • H: I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.
  • I: What were the unpleasant things?
  • H: *thinking*
  • I: I don't know, say only one thing.
  • H: I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."
  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.
  • I: How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?
  • H: It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.
  • I: Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?
  • H: I don't have that.
  • I: Why?
  • H: Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.
  • I: This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?
  • H: Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.
  • I: Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?
  • H: I don't know, man!
  • I: Really? You don't know?
  • H: I don't know. I don't think I want...
  • I: Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.
  • H: Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.
  • I: Everybody sees what they want to see.
  • H: Yes exactly.
  • I: Have you seen this?
  • *video of people reacting to Harry's single*
  • I: Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit.
  • *The public disagrees with Harry*
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.
  • I: Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?
  • H: Yes, I do mine.
  • I: Do you still vote in Redditch?
  • H: In?
  • I: Redditch!
  • H: That's where I was born?
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I don't live in Redditch.
  • I: So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?
  • H: London, yeah.
  • I: What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!
  • H: Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.
  • I: Yet, you are in favour of equality of rights, men, women, gay people, straight people... That's politics.
  • H: I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.
  • I: Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?
  • H: Oh ok.
  • I: Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?
  • H: I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.
  • I: Which one is the latest?
  • H: The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*
  • I: Jackson? All of them?
  • H: Yes.
  • I: What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?
  • H: Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.
  • I: You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.
  • H: Yes.
  • I: How did you do?
  • H: I auditioned.
  • I: Look at you there.
  • H: I am, that's me.
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.
  • I: Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.
  • *video of Harry's X Factor audition*
  • I: You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?
  • *video of fans around a car*
  • H: I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.
  • I: I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?
  • *video of Harry and Lou*
  • I: Can we do it?
  • H: No.
  • *does it anyway*
  • I: What is the weirdest question someone asked you?
  • H: I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.
  • I: Ok, that's weird!
  • H: It was the first question, the first question.
  • I: It puts you in the mood.
  • H: Yeah.
  • I: What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?
  • *Harry asks the public*
  • H: Which one? Oh crush.
  • I: What?
  • H: Crush.
  • I: Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.
  • H: Oh! Is that true?
  • I: Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Have a safe journey home.
Advice on how to move on

There is something I have realised lately that I think a lot of people on this website need to know. There will always be people who hate the way you do things. There will always be people who judge others. There will always be people who feed off others misery and there will always be times where you feel you are to blame.  Losing great people can be tough and can make you feel as if you are the scum on this planet.  I honestly would sit and think of the best way to kill myself and recently, it seemed more appealing than ever. 

In the past 3 years I’ve made some stupid mistakes and stupid decisions. I stayed in a relationship that I was unhappy in because I craved affection, I focused on self pity and developed into someone that no one wanted to be with and I harmed myself everyday because I felt I deserved. In the last couple of months, I decided to take a break from life.  

In those months; I dealt with a bad breakup in a really unhealthy way, I prepared myself for the day that I would drive my car into a wall, I lost a good friend because of my own selfish ways and I drove everyone away.  The loneliness, isolation, pain and self hatred I felt was well deserved and I hated every second of it.  My friends didn’t speak to me much and I felt that was because they didn’t want me. I lost a lot of them because they had been waiting for me to speak to them first. My depression was at the lowest point it had ever been and I didn’t want to live with my mistakes and guilt anymore.  A small part of me still doesn’t. But let me tell you now that suicide shouldn’t have to be your last option. 

So, here are my top ten tips for moving on and loving life again. 

1. Take a break 

Whether this is by leaving social media, cutting back from social events or just going out for a walk. A break from the real world will help you put things into perspective and the time to yourself will have great benefits. It’s important to not rush the passage of time and to not rush yourself.  The recovery can take a long time. 

2. Evaluate your relationships 

If you are unhappy with someone, miss someone, or feel someone isn’t a good friend then don’t keep going at it.  If things aren’t getting any better, then maybe its time to think about who you’re real friends are.  Toxic relationships of any kind will only make things worse. 

3. If its not too late, reach out to those you really care about

Don’t let people slip away if you can help it. Express your gratitude, make them feel loved and cared about and keep the good ones around.  Whether it’s your parents, your best friend or your sibling.  Losing a great friend is the last thing you want to do. If they don’t reciprocate, then don’t work yourself up over it. 

4. Make a list of your qualities, strengths and the things you love

If you go back and add things to this list everyday then you will eventually feel better about who you are. Write down the little things then work yourself up to the bigger things.  Sometimes, we may feel like there is nothing good about ourselves.  Don’t set up standards or self expectations.  

5. Don’t hide your emotions 

If you want to cry, laugh or scream; don’t bottle things up.  It’s okay to cry and be happy. It’s okay to not understand how you feel. If you keep emotions inside then you will become overloaded and you will release your emotions when it all becomes too much.  This usually makes people feel tired and worse off in the end. You should know that it’s okay to be stuck in a slump.  You are not alone.  

6. Surround yourself with things you love 

Replay that video game, watch that movie series, listen to your favourite music, relish in the things that once brought you joy. The happiness it once gave you will help you rekindle your love and the endorphins it will release will make you physically feel better too. 

7. Celebrate small victories 

If you manage to refrain from self harm, eat that healthy meal or go a day without seizing up. These small changes are a sign of better days to come.  Keep up the good work and feel good about yourself for it. 

8. Let yourself think positively 

Don’t be afraid to say to yourself that things are getting better, that you feel better in yourself and that the future is bright.  The more you say this to yourself and the more you believe in yourself, then the more likely you are to find what you are looking for. Whether, this is seeking redemption or earning self respect, you will achieve your goals and you will succeed. 

9. Self acceptance 

You may have made mistakes, bad decisions and lost good people; but they don’t define you. You are not your mental illness and you are not a failure.  Learning to accept yourself is the hardest step and it can take a very long time. It can be hard to look in the mirror and see someone you are proud to be. You must accept that these things happened and come to terms with what has come because of it. Learning how to heal and love yourself is key to moving on. Only you can do this, I can’t tell you how because everyone is different.  Go at your own pace and don’t let anyone else drag you down. 

10. Reconnect and live your life 

Once you feel that you can get back to the normal grind, make sure to go at your own pace. Reconnect with your loved ones and make new ones. Go outside and watch people go about their day. Learn from your mistakes, make new memories and let people in.  Realise that you are a better person now and that the people around you are happy to be with you. Live life to the fullest and take risks. You will soon come to realise that you are much happier and better off the way you are now.    


If you feel like you want to commit suicide, this is your reason not to; we care about you. Tomorrow can be better if we make it better. Its not easy and it can be hard to move on with life.  Living with mental illnesses is a daily struggle for many people.  If we all help each other and don’t judge others then we can save lives. I don’t want anyone to feel like I did. 

Please reblog for people who may need to hear this right now and for the people who feel like nothing matters anymore. Seek professional help if you need it and don’t hide anymore. 

“Hey princess” part II - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request(s): -  I neeeeed more flirty Jeff imagines!!!! Maybe with a kiss at the end? The rest is completely up to you😘

-  Can you please please please do a part two to hey princess. 

-  do a fluffy Jeff but please don’t let him die

-  for the jeff atkins imagines can i get one for his and the readers first date. like they go to rosie’s or the movies. anything really as long as it’s super fluffy. thank youuuu


You saw Jeff waiting by your locker at the end of the day. 

“Finally” he said with a smile.

“Aw, poor Atkins. He thought I wasn’t coming” you mocked. Jeff laughed. Oh, God, that laugh…

“Actually, yes. I was afraid you could change your mind about this” you smiled, he was so cute. 

“Of course no. I’m ready, are we walking to Monet’s or…?” 

“My car. Follow me to the parking lot, princess” he said with a funny voice, making you laugh.

The journey to Monet’s was really nice. You discovered that he was a huge fan of Oasis, just like you and you learned that his favourite song was ‘Don’t look back in anger’. Then you two had a playful argument because he said Liam was better than Noel.

“C’mon, Jeff. Noel is the one who wrote most of the songs. He is a lyrical  genius” you said while exiting the car.

“Princess, I really like you but Liam Gallagher is God to me, so you have to stop or you are gonna break my heart” he said, opening the door for you.

“Oh, who knew that Jeff Atkins could be a gentleman? But if you think it’ll help, stop trying. Noel is the best one” Jeff let out a loud laugh.

“You are gonna be the death of me, Y/N”

You two found a place to sit in the corner. Monet’s was full of people from the school and you really didn’t want rumours about you and Jeff dating to spread. The corner was perfect.

“I’m gonna order. What do you want, princess?” he asked.

“Coffee and cake for me please” You said with a sweet smile. He smiled back at you and went to order. You were feeling relaxed in the car but now you were starting to feel nervous. Really fucking nervous.

You’re in a date with Jeff Atkins. Jeff, your crush since you were around ten years old. You never thought you’d ever have a chance with him but here you were. C’mon Y/N, do not screw this up. 

“What are you daydreaming about? Don’t tell me you’re already fantasising about me naked, Y/L/N?” you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t sae him come back from the till.

“Stop dreaming, Atkins”

“You always say that. What do have against dreams, huh?” he joked.

“Actually, I’m always dreaming. My mum says I should be more realistic” you explained. You were always daydreaming, most of the time about Jeff.

“Reality is overvalued” he said. You agreed.

“What’s your dream? he took a long breathe.

“I want to be a professional baseball player. But I don’t know if I’m good enough”

“Dude, you’re awesome at baseball” you said “I’ve seen you play. You should apply to Vanderbilt. They have the best baseball program in the country”

“How do you know so much about Vanderbilt?” he looked impressed. 

“My dad loves baseball. We watch it together so I know a lot about it” you winked at him.

“Can we get married already?”  you laughed. 

The afternoon had passed quickly between jokes and laughs. You learned a lot about Jeff, he was really nice and he cared so much about his family and friends. 

As the clock struck 7, you both knew that it was time to go home. Jeff parked outside your house but you didn’t move from your seat.

“So… I had a good time” “I lied” you both spoke at the same time. You looked at him confused 

“When I told you that I only have one dream. I lied, I have two”

“Oh, okay. Well,  what’s your other dream?”

“ To kiss you” 

“Dreams should come true, don’t you think?” you smiled, getting closer to him. Jeff didn’t hesitate to lean it.

Kissing Jeff made you feel a mix of emotions. You felt something explode inside you, and its better than anything you could have ever imagine. 

“God” he says as you two broke away “you are amazing”

“I know” you tried to play it cool but your hands were shaking and as soon as he noticed it, he took your hands into his and smiled.

“So.. what do you think about a second date, princess?” 

“I say yes to that. And yes to the third and the fourth and…” he interrumped you with another kiss.

Oh, man. That boy was going to be the end of you.

Drive In Confessions

Word Count: 1,711    

   A/N: This was requested by NoaCohen17 on Wattpad, i hope this is what you wanted!

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


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    It was the last night that the Drive In was going to be open, and as expected Jughead was upset. He had been a mess all night, although Y/N was the only one who knew it, he wouldn’t dare to show anyone else how he actually felt. They knew he was upset of course, but they never saw him cry over the matter like Y/N did, she was his absolute best friend and his crush. The Drive In had a final showing, and everyone left as soon as the movie was over, everyone except for Jughead and Y/N. They sat on the ground on a blanket discussing the next movie they were going to watch.    

    “Whats next?” Jughead asked quietly, and Y/N shrugged.    

    “Whatever you want Juggie, this is your night.” she said tenderly.    

    “No, its our night, this was our favourite hang out and its about to be demolished. This is just as much your night as it is mine.” he said, sniffling and trying to hold back tears. Y/N rubbed small circles on Jugheads back, and leaned her head on his shoulder, staring off at the screen.    

    “I honestly don’t care what we watch, as long as I’m with you this night will be special.” she said, and Jughead nodded, standing up. He held out his hand to Y/N and she took it, and he pulled her up. She stumbled and crashed into his chest and he caught her, chuckling and staring down at her. She backed away and tried to hide her crimson blush, brushing herself off.    

    “Whats so funny, Chuckles?” she said, and Jughead laughed even more.     “Whats so funny? Maybe the fact that apparently you don’t know how to stand on two feet. Have you been standing long, princess?” he teased, and she blushed even more at the nickname.    

    “You’re an ass, why am I friends with you?” she asked, walking towards the film room.    

    “Because I’m your ass.” he called, walking after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned around.    

    “Wow, cringe alert.” she said, and Jughead rolled his eyes.    

    “You know what I meant.” he said and she shrugged.    

    “Do I really?” she teased and he gave her a slight shove.    

    “Yes, you know me better than anyone.” he said in a serious tone, and she nodded.    

    “I better, I’m your best friend and I don’t want any secrets between us.” she said, and he nodded.    

    “Are you keeping any secrets from me?” he asked and she tensed up slightly.    

    “You don’t need to know.” she said, and grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away.    

    “Woah I don’t think so, you just said there shouldn’t be any secrets between us.” he said, staring down at her.    

    “"Are you keeping any secrets from me?” she asked cheekily, and he stared down at the floor. “Wow, your poker face really crumbles when it comes to me.” she teased.    

    “Yeah whatever.” he huffed. “We should probably get these secrets out of the way, shouldn’t we?” he asked and Y/N blushed, slowly nodding her head.     “Yeah, I guess.” she looked up at the raven haired boy. “You should probably go first.” she quickly added, earning a chuckle from the boy.    

    “Fine, I guess I will.” slowly he walked the rest of the way to the little shack at the back of the Drive In and stopped in front of the door and turned to face the (Y/H/C) haired girl. “Please don’t get mad at what I’m about to tell you.” he said quietly, and she looked at him worriedly.    

    “Okay…” she said. Slowly, he opened the door to the little room and let her peer inside. Her eyes fell onto a small mattress with blankets and clothes on it. She saw a few pictures around the small place, and she turned to face Jughead. “Are you…?”    

    “Yeah.” he said quietly. “You already know whats going on with my dad of course, but I got tired of it so I moved out. I didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go so I came here.”    

    “What do you mean you had no where else to go, you could of come to live with me!” she exclaimed, and she saw his face fall even more. “Im sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, its just you could have come and stayed with me. You know that right?” she said quietly, grabbing onto his shoulder and forcing him to look at her.    

    “Your parents wouldn’t of allowed it.” he said, and it was her turn to spill a secret.    

    “About that.” she said, giving a nervous laugh. “I don’t exactly live with my parents anymore.” she said, and he looked at her wide eyed. “Please don’t tell the others, they’d take over my house and throw a party, and I cant stand seeing people at our school already, I don’t need to hate them at my house as well.” she said and Jughead laughed.    

    “I wont, I promise, but what do you mean you don’t live with them anymore?” he asked.    

    “Well, as you know my parents aren’t all that great either. You know how they were never home and I practically take care of myself anyways, so I got a job and moved out of my house. I’m in a small two bedroom one bathroom apartment and its super cheap but kind of shitty but hey, its better than living with parents who don’t care about me.  At least this way I have a reason to take care of myself, and its my own roof so its my own rules.” she said. Jughead slowly nodded his head.    

    “Why didn’t you tell me before, you have to be careful Y/N, theres a murderer on the loose and having you alone scares me.”’ he said worriedly and she giggled.    

    “You’re the one to talk, this place has the shittiest locks ever, I could kick down your door in .02 seconds. And I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d freak out.” she said, and he nodded his head in agreement.    

    “Touché.” he said.    

    “Anything else you have to take off your chest?” she asked, leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms across her chest.    

    “Well, there is one thing, but I don’t know if I want to say anything.” he said and she rolled her eyes.    

    “Come on, you can tell me.” she said, and Jughead sighed. “Wait, don’t tell me, I think I know what it is.”      

    “"What?” he asked, tensing up. There was no way she would know, is there?    

    “You’re an alcoholic.” she said seriously, and Jughead shook his head. Y/N giggled. “I know that’s not it, you’re just taking way too long to tell me whats actually up.”    

    “I didn’t find it very funny.” he said, staring down at the ground.      

    “Wow, and there goes your sense of humor. Seriously Juggie, whats up, just tell me.” she pleaded. A sudden burst of confidence coursed through Jughead and he took a deep breath.      

    “Fine, here it goes.” he started, and Y/N perked up. Jughead took a few steps forward until he was right in front of Y/N. His gaze fell upon her face, and she looked up questioningly up at him.      

    “Jughead, what’s going on, I thought you were going to…” she trailed off as Jugheads gaze went from her eyes to her lips, and she quickly caught on to what was about to happen. “Oh…” she said as he started to lean down. He paused right before his lips met hers.      

    “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his breath fanning out across her face, sending shivers up her back. She stood on her toes, closing the gap between the two of them. They stood there for what felt like hours, his lips on hers. pouring every emotion they could into this one kiss. Y/N finally pulled away breathlessly, staring up at the handsome raven haired boy that stood in front of her.

    “Thats quite a secret you’ve been holding onto.” she joked, earning a smirk from Jughead.      

    “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like you were keeping the same one.” he said, grabbing her hands and leaning down close to her again.    

    “Its a shame you didn’t tell me earlier.” she whispered and Jughead chuckled, moving to close the gap between them. She quickly pulled away, moving towards the shelves of movies, searching for one to watch. Jughead watched as she looked through the films, and she slowly turned around smirking.      

    “You’re such a tease.” he said, walking towards her.      

    “Not a tease, just impatient to watch our last movies here.” she stated bluntly, still smiling. “We have our whole lives to celebrate our little secret, but we only havetonight to celebrate the Drive In.” Jughead nodded, looking through the movies as well. He pulled out (Y/F/M) and showed it to her, and she lit up.      

    “My favourite!” she exclaimed, and he laughed. “Are you sure that’s the one you want to watch?” she asked, and he nodded.      

    “I don’t care what we watch, as long as I’m with you this night will be special.” he said, and she leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips. Jughead set the movie up, and it started rolling.    

    “Well then, shall we?” she asked, holding out her hand.      

    “We shall.” he said, taking it. They exited the small shack and Jughead turned to close the door.      

    “You do realize I’m being serious about you living with me.” Y/N said, walking back towards their spot. Jughead watched her as she walked backwards, smiling at him. Sure he was heartbroken about this being the last night he had at the Drive In, but this night still was a good one. He may be loosing one important part of his life, but he gained another, and he felt like Y/N was going to make it all okay. For once in a long time, he felt happy, truly happy.      

    “I never doubted it.” he called, jogging to catch up with her. She plopped down on the blanket and Jughead sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her. She snuggled into his side, and they sat there in silence, enjoying the last night there in eachothers company.


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RWBY Musings: I didn’t go into RWBY Volume 5 expecting to ship RoseGarden as much as I do now. I didn’t even know this ship existed in the first place...

…But then I saw the way Oscar practically gazed at Ruby in Episodes One and Three…and that was it, I got bit HARD by the RoseGarden shipping bug. This ship got me hook, line and sinker.

I saw Oscar’s face and now I’m a believer!

“…I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve never met real huntsmen and huntresses before..” says the boy who literally just met a huntsmen 5 minutes ago at a bar and has the spirit of a huntsmen living in his body.

But, sure, I’ll accept you saying that totally-not-BS excuse to the girl you just tried to sneak a peak at, looking at Ruby the same way Scrat from Ice Age looks at his nuts.

I just don’t know how much more I can voice about my interest in this ship that I haven’t already said before. I know it’s something that certain shippers are against but I, for one, really would like to see this become something.

I truly want Oscar and Ruby to have a close friendship that could/would ultimately turn into something more.

As a matter of fact, let me tell ya’ll what I want for this ship:

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anonymous asked:

Since it's Valentines day tomorrow, how about what the chocobros would do with/for their s/o. Could be SFW or NSFW

Happy Valentines Day everyone! I hope you all like it! I’m gonna make a full story out of all of these soon! I DID THIS IN BETWEEN CLASSES AND IN SHORT STUDY BREAKS. I WAS DYING. THIRST IS SUPER REAL.


Prompto

  • He’ll take you to the carnival and even win you a bunch of prizes!!! (After A LOT of tries)
  • Dinner consist of cotton candy and a bunch of carnival food (Yeah, that’s right, Prompto loves his carnival food)
  • He’s going ti keep taking candid pictures of you like one moment you’re both laughing at something someone said laughing and the next thing you know you hear a ‘snap’ and he has his camera pointed at you.
  • “What was that for?”
  • “Nothing. You just look so… beautiful.” You don’t know who’s redder when he finishes saying this, you or him.
  • He’ll bring you home but he’ll want to get off the bus early so he can have more time with you.
  • Once he drops you off at your place, he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead then leave in the slowest pace known to mankind.
  • You watch him walk away from the doorway and when you call his name, his head snaps in your direction.
  • “Wanna stay the night?”
  • You’ve never seen him run so fast in your entire life, he practically knocks the door out of its hinges.

Gladio

  • He’ll take you camping on a cliff overlooking Insomnia (Yep, THAT cliff)
  • He kidnaps you from work by saying “Official Crown Business” and it works. Mainly because no one wants to contest the claims of an Amicitia (Or it could be because everyone’s scared terrified of Gladio)
  • He blindfolds you the entire way going there and mind you, IT’S A PRETTY LONG DRIVE.
  • “Gladio, the inner part of my thigh is not the wheel. Hands off.”
  • “STOPOVER!”
  • “Great, can I take my blindfold off?”
  • “No.” 
  • OHHH BOY. That’s gonna happen quite a few times and by the time you get to the cliff, you’re gonna have a lot of bruises.
  • When you (finally) get there, he asks you to wait in the car and to promise not to take the blindfold off.
  • A few minutes later he helps you out of the car and asks you to take the blindfold off
  • A tent’s pitched up in the middle, blankets and pillows are sprawled near the edge of the cliff, and CANDLES. EVERYWHERE.
  • Who knew he could be such a romantic????
  • “Wait. I’m in the woods in my office clothes, you couldn’t have let me change first?”
  • “Don’t bother. You won’t need any clothes tonight.” He winks and SIX IT TAKES ALL YOUR WILLPOWER TO NOT LOSE ALL YOUR CLOTHES RIGHT THEN AND THERE.

Ignis

  • He’ll cook a nice dinner for the two of you and he even gives you a bouquet of your favourite flowers.
  • He managed to “borrow” a projector from the Citadel so you guys can watch movies on the wall.
  • Don’t worry, before the night ends he’s gonna have you up against that wall moaning his name.
  • Best. Meal. Ever.
  • You guys watch the movie on his couch and the cuddling begins.
  • “I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out tonight” boom your heart shatters because you hear the pain in his voice and you know that he would’ve wanted a more romantic evening but work has got him swamped.
  • “Iggy, this is perfect.”
  • *beep beep*
  • “Royal duties?”
  • “Actually, it’s King’s Knight.” …… Iggy plays King’s Knight??????
  • “Do you want to play a game?”
  • “Get ready to have your ass handed to you, Ignis Scientia.”
  • You guys play all night long and neither of you have had this much fun in so long, you both needed this break away from work. You both needed this time to be with each other.
  • “Hey what are we having for dessert? You never served it.”
  • “Oh wanna hear about dessert? It’s you.” He gets a can of whipped cream from the fridge and a bowl of melted chocolate from the microwave.

Noctis

  • He doesn’t really believe in Valentine’s day but he buys into it for you.
  • He has an elaborate night planned for the both of you and he even picks you up from your place in his car. (Which is amazing because he doesn’t really drive)
  • You’re both dressed formally for a night at the fanciest places in Insomnia.
  • Dinner at the best restaurant in Insomnia? Opera? Drinks at the rooftop of the Citadel? A dream come true for any girl.
  • “Hey Prince Noctis, how about you let me show you around Insomnia plebs style?”
  • He looks at you incredulously but then he says “Why not?” and just like that you guys ditch the fancy night.
  • You and him end up having dinner in a rundown diner in your formalwear. (Your gown now doubled as a mop)
  • Who needs the opera for entertainment when you can skip stones at the lake?
  • The view from the top of the Citadel is breathtaking? Okay, let’s go for a walk in the park. Wait! Let me take off my heels!
  • “No, Noct, get off that bench—I will not dance with you on top of that bench!”
  • You end up dancing with him on top of the bench. Barefoot.
  • “We look like idiots”
  • “I don’t care” you see him smile, a genuine smile, and it’s absolutely priceless.
  • Either of you don’t want the night to end but it’s getting late and you’re both plastered with sweat and mud so he drives you home.
  • When the goodnight kisses and I love yous have been said, you say one more thing…
  • “Stay the night?”
  • And he says yes.
  • P.S. King Regis doesn’t even ask where Noct is because he knows that you guys are probably together MAKING HEIRS. WAT???? (He was right)
Man In Uniform {Part 4}

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: James Barnes is the local neighbourhood cop known for saving cats from trees and walking people home at night. It just so happens that he lives in your apartment building, in the apartment across from yours.

Prologue X, Part 1 X, Part 2 X, Part 3 X

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Cinderella

(In celebration of 100 followers! Love you guys so freakin’ much <3)

In a talk, you tell Tony about how you needed to take care of your alcoholic father and couldn’t remember him reading you any bedtime story.
He decides you need to know how it feels to be taken care of.

Relationship: Father!Tony x Daughter!Reader (no incest.)
Characters: Tony Stark; Mutant!Reader
Word counting: 800+
Notes: A bit of Angst, bad childhood, childhood memories, Tony is actually a very good father. Reader is a… Reader. 

This is a part of the Who is In Control series and happens around a month after the prequel (and 10 years before the actual chapters) . See the Masterlist and read the story

Y/N = Your name
Y/F/C = Your favourite colour
Y/L/F/C = Your least favourite colour
Y/H/C = Your hair colour

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Originally posted by iwantcupcakes


Tony watched as Y/N read a book, completely focused on its words and pages.

They’ve been together for a month and a half, and he was still learning a lot about her. Her favorite color was Y/F/C and her least favorite color was Y/L/F/C. Her favorite season was spring – because it wasn’t too warm nor too cold –, and least favorite was summer. She didn’t have a favorite food yet, because she loved food in general, and she ate like a frigging bodybuilder.

Also, she had a huge dictionary of curse words she had learned on the streets, but never used. (Thank God, because he didn’t know what he’d do if she did.)

Y/N had no idea what she wanted to do in the future, so she was interested on everything he would show her. Of course, Tony was always showing her something about engineering, but he was trying not to put pressure on in that department. He didn’t want to make her feel like he had high expectations for her future, but wanted the girl to feel free to do whatever she wanted to.

Her powers were a thing he had to learn how to deal with during in their first week. When Y/N had a particular bad nightmare – she had nightmares often, but didn’t tell him –, she could turn her room upside down in a blink of an eye. Once he had woken up to the sound of her windows and closet door slamming several times, only to find all of her books spread on the floor as well as some pieces of furniture and decorations in the wrong places.

“What are you reading?” He finally asked.

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Reasons why tumblr should calm the fuck down about Le Fou being gay 

1. Luke Evans, Bill Condon, and Ian McKellen are all openly gay men. They were all very influential in the creation of the movie and character profiles (and given how respected Ian is, they will do what they can to make him happy) so you know they won’t resort to 90s stereotypes

2.The articles have at least stated that Le Fou will get a (probably redemption style) arc to himself where he comes to terms with his identity and goes through legitimate character development. While we do not know what will happen, we can at least be sure that he won’t just be a walking stereotype with three scenes and four homophobic jokes.

3. Did you REALLY think that Disney would go all out with an LGBT character? People freaked out over Gravity Falls and Star vs the Forces of Evil. You can’t just jump from that to something like a lesbian Belle.

4, We haven’t heard anything about Cogsworth and Lumiere. Yeah Lumiere is hitting on the maid, but who knows?

5. This movie will be shown in openly homophobic countries. They know that they have to ease people into this sort of thing.

6. A business is a business. Don’t expect them to make every character gay just to appeal to tumblr. These people need to make money, and they know that they will lose a certain amount either way by giving Le Fou screentime and an arc. 

7. Many people have had experiences of unrequited love and abusive relationships-gay or straight. The articles at least implied that Le Fou will have a happy ending, so why do you care if part of that involves getting over an unrequited crush and shitty relationship? As long as they do it well (*cough cough* OUAT) and believably, I’m all for it.

8. It is much better for them to use a well-known character and have them come out in the movie than create a side, one note character just for pandering purposes. They are giving Le Fou an arc. I would be much happier with a well developed, morally ambiguous gay character than a side character in a random town scene.

9. A lot of conservatives and people from the more homophobic areas will boycott the movie because of this, and that will hurt sales. If people boycott the movie because of one character that doesn’t fit their moral standards, the movie will suffer and Disney will immediately (and rightly so) root out Le Fou as the cause of it. You will end up setting this shit backwards.

10. Not every queer character needs to be attractive or in a position of power. It is important to display a variety of characters who happen to be queer.

Now, I am still skeptical of all of this myself. I hope that they give Le Fou some more characteristics outside of his love for Gaston and sexual confusion. But it is way too early for people to be freaking out like this over the movie.

Beauty and the Beast was the movie that defined my childhood, as well as that of many other kids. And now, a new generation of kids will be introduced to Belle’s world and see different kinds of outcasts fall in love. The story at its core, is beautiful in so many ways. It makes me very sad to know that many people find so much offense in one gay character that they would boycott what otherwise looks to be a visually stunning, intelligently updated remake of my all-time favourite Disney movie.

Just give it a chance. Nobody really knows any details about it. For the next two weeks, this is still all just speculation. 


And now…I humbly await your threats. Feel free to unfollow me at any time!

(in all seriousness though, I would be more than happy to debate this subject in a cordial manner. just message me with your thoughts!)

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Kai Parker x Reader 
word count
: 4 366
summary : Reader and Kai have loved each other before he got sent to Hell and when he comes back they meet again. 
 *gif by jake-riley
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A sigh came from behind her just as she was putting on her shirt but before she had had time to turn around, Kai placed his hands over her eyes.
“Kai what are y-”
“Shhh…” he shushed her. “Come with me.”
Kai led her down the hallway , as she stumbled every few steps. It had been the 7 month anniversary since the day they had met and Kai wanted to make something special to surprise her. He wanted to celebrate every moment they shared together. Preparing the surprise however had been a little trickier with her in the apartment. He had been trying very very hard not to let her see any of it before things are ready.
“You are the most special person I’ve ever had in my life.” he said as they walked to the balcony right outside his apartments living room. “And I know you said you didn’t want me to do anything special for today but I feel like we should celebrate the little moments , you know. Though meeting you was quite possibly the biggest moment in my life and without you I just – I don’t know who I would be anymore.”
“You will never be without me , Kai.” she said smiling. “I will always be by your side. Always and forever , remember ?”
 Kai removed his palms from her eyes and Y/N opened them , finding the balcony arranged so beautifully  her breath got caught in her throat. There were flower petals on the ground and a couple of flower pots here and there. On the small table there was breakfast for the both of them and a small vase with her favourite flowers along with her favourite pancakes with coconut whipped cream , coffee and fresh berries enough for the both of them. Y/N turned towards him with a wide smile on her face , finding him smiling back at her.
“D-do you like it?” asked Kai smiling nervously. “I didn’t have much time this morning. You wouldn’t let me leave the bed and I ju-”
Y/N pressed her lips against his not letting him finish. He was always so nervous when doing things like that , afraid he’s going to mess it up somehow.
“I don’t like it.” she said with a serious tone , gazing into his eyes. “I love it!”
  Kai laughed pulling her into his arms. Y/N was the best thing that has happened to him in his life. There were days where he’d just sit and look at her , not saying a word just thinking how lucky he was that they had found each other. After all the bad things he had done , somehow the universe had decided to reward him with her and he wanted to be better because of her.
“Happy 7 month anniversary since the day we met.” he said pressing his lips on hers. “Remember ? You were at Skull bar studying or pretending to study while drinking beer on the bar when I sat there and in your rush to get back to classes , you somehow spilled all of it on your clothes and you had to borrow my jacket.”
“OH I remember.” she smiled at the memory. Y/N hadn’t had a clue who he was at the time but the moment their eyes met it was already clear he is
the one. Though she still wondered how she had spilled the drink on herself … “I also remember how you couldn’t stop starring at my chest through wet shirt -”
“HEY it had been a while since I had seen anything like it.” he raised his hands in defence. “I’m quite happy you spilled that drink on yourself though. Other ways we might’ve missed each other.”
“Not possible. We would’ve found each other some other way. I’m sure of it.” she smiled at him as Kai sat on one of the chairs and pulled her down on his lap , wrapping his arms around her tightly.
“I hope so. OH and I have a surprise for you. Well , another one.” he said , taking a small box she hadn’t noticed hidden behind the flowers. “This is for you.”
Y/N took the box and opened it finding a key inside. She looked up at him with curious look in her eyes. There had been a lot of things she had expected to find in there but a key was not one of them.
“A key? What does it open ?” she wondered , holding it with her fingers.
“Y/N , we’ve – we’ve been together for more than 5 months now. I don’t even know how I got that lucky to have met you in the first place , let alone to have fallen in love with you and have you loving me back.” he started , not taking his eyes away from her. “You are staying over most nights anyways. I just thought that – maybe you’d like to move in with me ? Officially ?”
“I would love to.” said Y/N smiling. “But are you sure ? You know how annoying I can be. I’ll eat your pork rinds and sing at the top of my lungs when my favourite song plays on the radio , distract you all the time - ”
Kai laughed under his breath , gazing into her eyes. Nothing Y/N did could ever annoy him. What they had was special. It had been this instant connection you see in movies. From the moment he had first seen her , he had felt something towards her - even before the merge. There was just something about her that drew him in like a magnet.  After the merge it had slowly started becoming clear to him what those emotions meant and eventually they found their way to each other. Y/N had changed his life and he had changed hers.  They loved each other more than any of them could put into words. Y/N would do anything for him and Kai was the same when it came to her.
“I love you more than anything Y/N… and I don’t ever ever want to know what its like to live without you.” said Kai , his eyes sparkling like never before. “And I want to wake up next to you every morning. Forever.”
“I don’t want to what life without you is like either. ” she said smiling. “Losing you would mean losing a part of me and I know I wont recover. I love you.” she said softly. “More than words.”


Y/N opened her eyes , feeling a tear roll down her cheek. Every time a moment she and Kai had shared returned as a dream to her , it was always like this. It wasn’t like the memories were sad , no - the memories were happy , but the hole in her heart had never healed. It had been four years since Kai had died and Y/N would still stop by his grave at least once a day or more. Some days her ‘stopping by’ meant spending hours sitting on the ground next to his headstone , talking to him. At least Stefan had been sensitive enough towards her feelings , understanding that they loved each other and had helped her bury him. Damon had had other intentions.
Damon.
The past few years Y/N had spent hating him and that had drawn a rift between her and her friends. Every time the subject was brought up they’d just start arguing with her how Kai had never changed and had fooled her into believing that he had. Not that it mattered to Y/N. The heart wants what the heart wants and she would’ve loved him either way. None of the people she grew up with was willing to admit that Bonnie stabbing Kai in the back , literally , and ditching him in 1903 had caused the chaos at the wedding. Kai had even said it himself. Damon and Bonnie had had tricked him and Kai had believed them because he had wanted to , not realising what a huge mistake that was. How was he not to snap again ? He spent weeks in 1903 used as a human blood bag to Lilly’s heretics. Being left alone again in another Prison World was going to have it’s consequences. Yet Kai hadn’t been completely gone even then , he never had been. Why else would he stab Jo first , making sure she is dead before killing himself and taking his entire coven with him ? No , Kai cared about his sister enough to spare her the slow painful death the rest of the coven would have to endure after he jammed that piece of glass in his neck. Everyone always expected the worst from him and in the end he had given in , living up to their worse expectations. Nothing Y/N said to her friends mattered though…

A sigh left her lips and she placed her hand on her forehead , trying to blink back the tears. Four years and it was still him. It had always been only him and it would always be him. Losing him didn’t hurt any less with time as people always said. Stefan had offered to take away her suffering , make her forget and help her move on but Y/N had refused. There was no way she’d ever let someone mess with her memories of Kai and – moving on ? How does someone move on after losing their other half ? No. It wasn’t possible.
Y/N’s phone rang interrupting her thoughts. DAMON said the caller ID. A groan left her lips and she clicked ignore. Last thing she wanted was to talk to her least favourite person on this planet. Her phone rang again , and again. Finally she picked up realising there was no other way to get rid of him.
“What is it Damon?” she said sounding more annoyed than ever. “If you have called to gloat again I swear -”
“Don’t hang up , just listen.” he said starting to talk really fast. “I know you hate my guts and you don’t ever want to see my face or hear my voice ever again. You made that very clear but … I think I can make it up to you.”
“What ? Did you invent a time machine that would take me back to the time I tried to stake you so I can finally get some peace of mind?” she rolled her eyes. There was no way for Damon to make it up to her. Not now , not ever. He had tried apologising and she had told him multiple times that  ‘Sometimes I do things I don’t have to do.’  does not count as an apology. One of the few times he had tried that half-ass apology , she had tried to stake him and almost had succeeded if it hadn’t been for Stefan intervening.
 “Let me say HI. Let me say HI.” said a very familiar voice from the other end of the line. Y/N blinked fast a couple of times sure that her dreams were now turning into full blown hallucinations. And even if that was true , all of the sudden Damon had he complete attention.
“No. Not a time machine but something happened.” said the vampire. “Meet me downtown in 30 minutes near the diner ? You know , the one you tried to stake me in after I tried to apologise?”
“Wait , who’s in the car with you?”
“Just come meet me. ”
“Wait , Damon if you don’t tell me who - ”
“And wear something nice. BYE.” said Damon , hanging up a second later.
Y/N stared at her phone screen shaking her head. It wasn’t possible was it ? No. Her mind was playing tricks on her … or Damon was playing another twisted game but either way she had to know. She opened the nightstand’s drawer pulling out the same wooden stake she had tried to use to kill him the first time. If he was messing with her , things would get ugly and this time he was going to get it.
Quickly she got up and put on her favourite jeans and one of Kai’s tshirts. Y/N could never bring herself to give them away or any of his things. Why would she? After he had asked her to move in with him officially , he had practically packed her things for her with magic and they moved in the same day , a few hours after he asked actually. Living in his apartment had been the only thing to keep her from falling apart 100% after his death. Y/N could feel him everywhere around her - sometimes she could literally see him smile at her from across the room or motioning for her to come sit on his lap while watching TV. Everywhere she looked , he was there … only it wasn’t really real. It was all her imagination. Y/N brushed her hair , pulling it in a loose ponytail , grabbed her phone and put the wooden stake in her backpack before running outside.

Y/N walked down the street taking a turn just to where the diner was with her phone in her hands just about to dial Damon’s number when she spotted him in standing at the beginning of one of the alleys talking on his phone and there was someone incredibly familiar with him.
  “Come on Damon. Next victim won’t find itself.”

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MORP? (Colby Brock Imagine)

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“Never have I ever been to prom.” I said to everyone.

“You’re joking?” Corey said.

“Wait what? You’ve never been to prom?” Sam said.

“Yeah I’ve never been to prom.” I said shrugging.

“Why? Aaron asked.

"No one asked me, all my friends had dates except me and I didn’t feel like being a third wheel to anyone. So I had no interest in going.” I explained.

“Well if we were in school together, I definitely would’ve taken you.” Colby said laying his hand on my thigh giving it a tight squeeze.

“Thanks Colby, but it’s whatever really.” I said.

“No, not whatever. I refuse to let you go on with life without having a prom experience.” Corey said.

“What do you want me to do? Sneak into a high school prom?” I joked.

Corey gave Colby a look in which he returned and I gave the camera a look. We were currently filming a “Never Have I Ever” video for Colby’s channel. I don’t know why everyone was making a big deal about me not going to prom. They know I’m not a party person.

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pLEASE your writing is so damn good! Could you write a bit more for "Leave Right Now"? It's so damn good and the story is so sweet! Deadass love your writing. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Deadass I love you, thanks for the message :)

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“It’s not weird if I invite Harry is it?” You question as you’re looking up the movie times for tonight. The Forest was officially out and you and your friends - Trisha and Kev - were in need of a horror movie kinda night. Ever since they reminded you of going to see the movie this Friday evening, you were thinking of how to get Harry to come along.

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Release (Bucky x Steve x Reader- NSFW)

Originally posted by piscesandpercy

Prompt: I absolutely love your writing and I’m so excited that you’re taking requests again, even if it’s tentatively. I wanted to ask if you could do another Bucky x Steve x reader smut? I’m a horndog and I’m so embarrassed to be requesting this, and u totally get it if you don’t write it. I love your writings, and I hope you have a great day!! <3 <3

Man, I would love a Steve x Bucky x Reader when they’re all on a mission together and after the last day (and a particularly hard day) they take the pressure off one another by indulging in frenzy of hot rough sex.

A/N: Well, mysterious anons, today is your lucky day. Because I like a little threesome every now and again with these two fellas too. Thanks for requesting! 

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My Favorite Superhero (½)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: In which surprise Bucky by dressing up as your favorite superhero for Halloween, which is himself.

A/N: Part two is comming soon. Tag list is open, all you gotta do is ask. Also, the art is not mine. If you know the author send me the link so I can link their work here.

Part 2

You went down the elevator straight to find Tony. “I need your help” You stated as soon as you found him.

“Shoot” he said looking up from where he was fixing Bucky’s arm.

“Yeah. About that… Buck, would you do me the favour of bringing me the USB I left on the coffee table?” You asked with a smile. He rolled his eyes but nodded and left the lab.

“You do know I could just ask Friday to get the info in it instead?” he stated.

“I need him out” You said and he gave you a puzzled look. Bucky was the person that you trusted the most on the tower and it was weird for you not wanting him to know something.

“I’m intrigued now. Speak”

“So I’ve been working on my Halloween costume” you said and he gave you the look you would have expected from someone who knows nothing of costume making “I know… but I’m working on a metallic arm prototype”

“For Barnes” he completed.

“For me.” You corrected.

“You made his new arm. Even if you need one. Which I don’t see how you would. As both of your flesh arms are active and perfect. You could make it yourself. You have a masters degree on robotics for fucks sake why would you need my help?”

“Because I’m trying to make an armour. One that fits my arm and looks as identical at his as possible. But I’m having a little trouble with it and thought you might be of good help. As you made the iron-man suit and stuff”

“Because you want to be Barnes for Halloween” he finished correctly this time “Sure, you have a basic model?”

“I’ve already sent it to your mail” you said with a smile.

He nodded and turned back to his desk. “I’ll see what I can do” you smiled and went to the entrance when you collided with Bucky.

“I couldn’t find any…” he started but was interrupted by you.

“Yeah. Turned out to be on my pocket but I’ve taken care of it now. Wanna go for some icecream?” I asked “I have some on my mini fridge”

“But what about my revision?” He asked.

“Can I hijack Bucky now Tony? Or do you still need him?”

“Oh, take him if you want. I have what I need anyways” he stated and you pulled Buck to the elevator.

“So why did you come here?” He asked as the lift moved towards your flor.

“I needed some help with a robotics problem. Plus I needed to find someone to eat ice cream and I was sure there would be someone there that I could take with me afterwards”

Once you arrived you went to your mini fridge and opened it revealing a bunch of different flavoured ice-creams. “Are you kidding me?” He asked from close behind when he saw all the boxes and little cones and stuff.

“I sometimes get cravings on late binge watching nights” you said as you grabbed a small container of (Y/F/I/F) ice-cream and motioned him to grab one.

He grabbed a blueberry ice-cream and followed you to the couch.

“Why do you have your own floor and a better TV system that me and Steve who share a floor?” He asked when he saw you turning on the gigantic TV that had been hidden on the wall.

“Well. First off I’m part of the science Bros, I’m like Tony’s little sister and I’m amazing at my job”

“Or maybe you manipulated Tony’s mind into it”

You played offended “How dare you to accuse me of something like that. I’ve never manipulated the mind of someone in the team, besides yours when you were about to kill me back on Berlin after Zemo forced you onto attacking everyone, but that one doesn’t count”.

“Lets not go back there” he stated as he opened his ice-cream “Anyway… What are we watching?”

“The nightmare before Christmas, its a Halloween classic and you have to whatch it before the party” You stated as you looked through the list of movies on Netflix.

“Talking about the party. What will you dress as?” He asked.

“Oh… I’ll be my favourite superhero” you said giving him a smile and shoving a spoon of icecream to your mouth.

“Oh. Hell. NO. I’ve already asked Steve to borrow me his suit” he said to which you laughed.

“Captain America is not my favourite superhero” you stated “I mean, I like him and his amazing but not my kind of superhero”

“Will you be Nat then?” He asked afterwards.

“I said superhero not the most badass woman on earth. Anyway, shut up I found the movie”

We started watching the movie and as the intro song started he turned to you.

“Will you really make me watch a musical?” He asked.

“Shush and watch!” You stated as you mumbled the lyrics of the song you knew a little to well. But he noticed.

“Are you serious?”

“Pay attention is a piece of art.” You said and he finally seemed to do as you said.

“The toons look off” he said about half way trough the movie.

“It’s because they’re not drawn. It’s stop-motion” you said.

He shoot you a look.

“It means they’re this little like dough dolls that they move and take a picture and repeat that until they get a scene”

“What? That must have been a tuff job”

“It’s why it’s so epic”

“Anyway. Is it Clint? Will you be hawkeye?” He asked.

“James” you complained “Watch the movie”

“But…”

“No, it’s not Barton, now shut up and enjoy”

By then Jack had entered the Christmas land and you were singing along that song as well.

But you were interrupted by Steve calling your name from the elevator.

“Now what?” You asked rather done. You were about to pause the movie but you knew Buck would probably follow you and never finish it. “You stay here and watch the movie. I’ll see what your boyfriend wants”

“We’re not dating” he said as you walked towards Steve.

“What’s up Stevie?” You asked when he entered your floor.

“Is Bucky here?” He asked.

“Yeah, he’s been kidnapped by me and he’s watching the nightmare before Christmas, and there is absolutely no way you interrupt him before it ends”

“Uhh, I see. Did you ever say that to anyone when you forced me to the marathon of the most important movies of the last years?”

“There’s a chance. Anyway, why’d you want him?”

“He wanted to try my suit on for tomorrow’s party”

“I’d totally fit. And if not I’ll adjust it” you said as you extended your arms to receive it. He rolled his eyes and handed it to you. You sent him a smile and waved him as he left.

“What did he want?” Asked Buck as you got back to the living room.

“He brought his suit for you to try on”

“Then I hav…”

“Nope. You’ll finish the movie and we’ll see if it needs adjusting later”

He rolled his eyes but ended up finishing the movie.

“Did you like it?” You asked as soon as the credits showed up.

“It was quite epic” he stated and stood up, “That Jack fella is really nice”

“I know, anyway, let’s go to my sewing studio to adjust that. Put it on and meet me there”

“You have a sewing studio?” He asked then.

“Well I didn’t buy my supersuit on eBay” you said as if it made sense “Spider-man did his first suit too, and DeadPool. We didn’t just get it handed in by Mr. Stark or the government like most of you”

He rolled his eyes “Imma go put this on”

“I’ll be waiting. It’s the door in front of my studio”

Once he headed to the bathroom you ran to your sewing studio and grabbed your copy of the winter soldier’s clothes on a bag that you later on threw in a little ‘Costume closet’ as you called it.

He arrived after a while with Cap’s suit on and he couldn’t look cutter.

“So after all you ARE thinner than Steve. Nat owes me 50”

“Did you really bet on that?”

You shugged as you motioned him to get closer.

You stated pinning the suit so it would fit him better.

“Will you sew this?” He asks rather worried.

“I’ll make it easy to turn back to normal” you said and kept pinning.

“How?” He asked.

“Stop making so much questions or I will end up pinning your flesh along with the fabric” you stated and proceeded to Pin.

When you were done you looked at how it would look and nodded to yourself.

“The pants seem to fit you well so I’ll be only adjusting the top, so if you don’t mind… take it off” you said extending your hands to grab it.

He rolled his eyes at your typical attitude and unzipped the top to hand it to you, once he had, you forced yourself to continue your job before staring at his perfect torso for too long.

“Wait” he said as you were about to start sewing “Wasn’t Steve’s suit super strong not even knives could go through it?”

You chuckled a bit and started your job, “And you think mine isn’t? Of course I have a special needle you smartass”

“No need to get all angry doll” he said before looking around. “What’s this?” He asked when he saw the giant wardoarobe.

“It won’t take you to Narnia that’s for sure” you stated.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Sorry, movie reference” you said “I have to get you to watch Narnia” you mumbled to yourself, then you turned your volume up again “I call it a costume closet, I’m quite a geek and I have a bunch of random shit I’ve done through the years in there” You said entirely forgetting about the bag with your copy of his suit.

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What The Stars See  (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Bucky writes about his adventures with the love of his life as they travel the world together. 

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sad pasts, otherwise just fluff! (for bloody once)

This fic can be read alone, although it is part one of my new series which you can read more about here!

I’m really excited about this series, and I hope you guys enjoy it too! 

Requests and tag list are open :)


26.10.17

I never thought I’d get here. I remember lying on that stale mattress, staring at four moulded walls and knowing that my only release would come with my final breath. Or that’s what I thought, at least. Times have changed since then. Steve found me, protected me despite everything, and gave me the life I have today. Those days of being painfully alone are just a memory, haunting my dreams, yet so far away when it really matters. Most importantly, I have her. Y/N. Looking back, I think that I’ve written about her in every page of my many journals since I met her.

I was going to stop writing in these, you know. I had no real reason to jot down everything I remembered, instead looking forward to the memories that were sure to come. Y/N convinced me otherwise; she said that when we’re old we can give these journals to our kids, and even our grandkids, telling them all about the years we’ve spent together, and the years we are yet to. I cried when she said that. To hear that she thinks about starting a family together as much as I do means more to me than I can put into words.

Our first anniversary is tomorrow, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve never celebrated a year’s anniversary before, and I think I’ve driven the whole team mad with my ramblings about it; what can I say? This past year with her has been the best of my life, and that’s coming from a guy who’s lived a hundred of them.

Coming up with a gift idea has been difficult. I’d give her the stars if I could, but they’re already in her eyes. I’d give her the moon, but she already holds its grace. I’d give her the sun, but it already shines for her.

I think I searched near enough every shop in Manhattan before I got the perfect idea. Well, I guess she gave it to me.


Bucky watched Y/N as she gazed upon the stars, lost in her own head. He loved moments like this, where he could just stand back and admire her, like a piece of art in a gallery.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Buck?”

“You sure are, doll.”

Y/N laughed, punching Bucky’s arm softly. “Not me, Buck. The stars.”

Bucky chuckled under his breath, unable to contain his smile as she spoke. Her voice was like velvet to him, soft and smooth. He loved to listen to her voice.

“I wish I could see what they do. Every ocean, every mountain, every sunset; from anywhere in the world. Can you imagine that? To be able to see the whole world?”


My heart ached as she spoke. I know all about Y/N’s desire to travel, to see the beauty in a world that had treated her so cruelly. HYDRA had stripped her of everything she had, confining her like a bird in a cage, unable to spread its wings. She was going to do so much, and they fucking took it from her.

It was at that moment, under the stars, that I thought of the perfect gift. I may not be able to give her the stars, or the moon, or the sun; but maybe I can give her the world.


27.10.17

One of the greatest lessons Y/N has taught me, of which there are many, is that happiness is not selfish. During my younger years, I chased happiness like a dog does its tail. I searched for it in bars, in women, in armies. Ultimately, my search was fruitless. It wasn’t until I met Y/N that I realised all those years were wasted, because my happiness came with hers. It came with the smile on her face when I make her favourite breakfast, or the giggles that escape her mouth when I make a joke. So, when we sat together on our bed this morning, my cheeks hurt from smiling so damn much, and yet I couldn’t care less as we exchanged anniversary gifts.

I would never admit this anywhere else, but only Y/N reads these journals and I trust her with my life; I cried when she showed me her gift. She had lifted the left sleeve of her (my) t-shirt that hung over her shoulders, unveiling a red star that lay stark against her skin, the area still looking sore. Do you know how much that means to me? That she etched the most painful part of my past into her own skin? It means everything.

She cried too when she opened the manila envelope I had given her, with her name on it in my neatest handwriting and a heart beside it.


Bucky… I don’t… are these plane tickets?”

Bucky grinned as realisation dawned on Y/N’s face.

“You’re taking me to Toronto? I’ve always wanted to go there!”

Y/N went to hug Bucky, but he lightly held her wrists and brought her backwards just slightly, still smiling uncontrollably despite her obvious confusion.

“Yes, doll, I’m taking you to Canada. And then, I’m taking you all around Europe, and Asia, and Australia, and Africa, and South America, and then back home. You’re gonna see what the stars do, baby.”


There’s a huge sense of pride at knowing that I’m the one who made her so happy today. Even more so, I can’t shake the utter joy I feel in the moments like this morning where I realise that I mean as much to her as she does to me. I keep looking down to her left arm; infected, yet so stunning. I still admire how she can make anything beautiful, no matter how ugly, and I often wonder if that’s why my life has become so much brighter since she entered it.

We had the perfect day today. After spending the morning crying into each other’s arms, we made breakfast together and danced to shitty 80s pop songs, lost in our own world of love and light. 

I feel so weightless with her. 

We already had a pile of movies picked out, alongside enough snacks to keep us going for weeks, and the rest of the day was spent pigging out on the couch and just being together, away from the glare of the outside world…

Well, I guess that’s it for now. Y/N and I are going to spend our day tomorrow planning our trip around the world, and I’m so excited at even the thought of everything we’re going to see and do together.

Yeah, things have been tough. But truthfully? I’d do it all a hundred times over if it meant I got to see the earth move beneath my feet with the love of my life by my side.


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anonymous asked:

What about a fic where Tony outs himself in public conference completely by accident? And doesnt realize it until he gets home and the team is like "what, you're really bi?" and they see the color draining from his face in seconds

You had to wait a very long time *scratches back of her head awkwardly*, but finally I got around to write something. I hope it fulfils your expectations, anon! Enjoy :)


“Yo, Stark! You’re really bi?” Clint yells across the community floor the second the soft ‘Ding’ of the elevator announces its owner’s return.

Steve resists the urge to facepalm—his new favourite gesture ever since Clint taught it to him—but only just. Ever since the end of the press conference Tony lead thirty-seven minutes ago, Clint has been cracking jokes about Tony’s decision to ‘come out of a not-literal, sexual-attraction-concerned closet’ on national TV.

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RPG Maker Fever Returns

Warning:This article may contain spoilers and the content inappropriate for children…or may not contain.But get the children away from the screen just in case.

Guess who’s baaaack?It’s a Bird? It’s a Plane?it’s maskedpeach the RMK-maniac!Heh,I’ve finally played enough RPG Maker games to make a new part of my RPG Maker Fever.There isn’t much horror games this time,but RPG maker games aren’t about horror only,right?

1.Dreaming Mary

Dreaming Mary is one of those “not-what-it-seems” games.,where beneath the sweet dreams lies the nightmare.Story in this game is somewhat bland,but it doesn’t matter much.‘coz the things that make this game really enjoyable are outstanding visuals and very good sountrack,which helps you to fully dive into that unusual dream world.Btw,it’s actually the first game for a long time,which creeped me out with its Sweet Dreams-gameover.

2.LiEat

One of my personal favourites among the new RPG-maker games.This is a short story-oriented adventure game made by the same author as Alice mare.There’s some battles in turn-based RPG manner,but they’re all very simple.The game’s story lacks of originality,but still fun to follow thanks to bright well-developed characters,stylish illustrations and great soundtrack,which unlike Alice mare’s is fully original.

3.LiEat 2

The second game in the series is pretty much the same as first.Story in my opinion is more interesting than the first game’s one,but still I suggest you to play the both in the order,because LiEat is planned as trilogy,so their stories are connected and some things may be unclear,if you play only the second one.Overall both parts are nice and comfy games,which is good if you need to play something relaxing.

4.LiEat 3

If two previous games were pretty similliar,the third one is quite different from both of them,the game’ve become more challenging.Unlike first two games,LiEat 3 has a lot of puzzles(simple,but still tricky and fun) and fighting lies and leveling up this time actually affects the ending.The story is interesting,characters are good(especially a new police officer Iris),dialogues are well-written.Overall it’s a very decent conclusion of the trilogy,so if you haven’t played the first two games-now you can play all three and watch the story through the end.

5.Re;member

I’ve already written the full review on this game some time ago,so I’ll make it short.Pros:Interesting puzzles,beautiful illustrations,neat atmosphere,touching bittersweet story.Cons:Poorly written,long-pacing dialogues,huge and uninspiring maps.If you’re the fan of RPG Horrors,I recommend to give this game a try,since it’s a quality horror adventure game.Maybe somewhat flawed,but still very enjoyable.

6.Pom gets Wi-Fi

This a game is one of those WTF-games I really enjoy.The first weird thing about this game,that all characters are dogs.And the main heroine is the weirdest among them-where else you’ll see a pomeranian who likes to seat in social networks and represents a walking image of forum troll?This game has cute unique visuals and good humor.To someone jokes may seem rude,but personally I laughted my lungs out.The only bad thing in this game is slow-pacing,easy battles,but there’s very little of them.

7.Dear Red

Dear Red turned out being a nice surprise for me.I thought it would be something like Hello?Hell…o?-welll,technically it is-this game is extremely short and has many endings.But that’s where the good thing lies-from all those endings(they depend on your decisions during the game) the whole story consists.Every time you get different ending you discover more curious plot-details.So I recommend to spend 20 minutes of your life to play this game-it’s worth it.

8.Densha

This one of don’t-judge-by-appearance games.Don’t get fooled by it’s simple looks-it’s a very interesting and deep puzzle-adventure with outstanding opening and ending credits.Puzzles in this game are well-constructed and follows pretty simple logic,so you can handle them without a guide.Additionaly I want to praise the music,which helps to create the unique nostalgic retro-atmosphere and makes the game more enjoyable.

9.Skinwalker\The Visitor

I’ve decided to combine both these games in one mini-review,'coz they’re both by the same author and have pretty similliar conception.In both games you listen a story,solving puzzles time to time in order to proceed.Skinwalker is more story-oriented and reminds something beetween old text adventures and old horror B-movies,while The Visitor is closer to common RPG-horrors like Majo no Ie or Paranoiac for example.Both games are perfect if you want a short horror game to play with lights off and headphones on.Additionally I want to praise Skinwalker’s creepy and detailed illustrations and The Visitor’s storyteller-granny Agatha(infernal grannies rules!).

10.Infectious Nightmare

Infectious Nightmare is very much common RPG-horror.another story about amnesiac girl with extremely easy and uninspiring puzzles and poor mapping.But it’s still worth a playthrough,'coz it has pretty decent story and a very nice true ending.This game isn’t bad,it’s just no different from others in any way.

11.Monster Love Party

Monster Love Party(I’ve just noticed that it can be abbreviated as MLP-oh,God!) is a short and pretty typical Halloween-story.The game has well-drawn illustrations and mapping(but there’s one upleasant thing about it-sometimes you can easily stuck in decorations-so be careful) and nice logical puzzles,so if you have 30 minutes to spare-you can give this game a try.

anonymous asked:

Hello :3 I'm the anon who requested for the kids to walk in on their dads "makin" Dadsona and I would just like to apologize for this misunderstanding. I really meant like more of a sweetheart situation than a lewd display is what the kids would've been seeing, like cuddling, cheek pecks, nose kisses or even some gentle flirting. I am not even into stuff that goes beyond making out, I just have a weird vocab -w- Please ignore my stupid wording and go on with your wonderful life

Hi there! Thank you so much for clarification and I’m sorry if my reply came across as rude or judgemental. I hope you’ll like what I’ve written! There’s a little extra something at the bottom ;)

🥃 Robert isn’t really one for public displays of affection and you could respect that; he is a very private person in general, even if that statement would surprise most people. Sure, he talks a lot, he tells stories, but they barely contain any truth. The most you expect when it comes to physical stuff when you’re out is an arm around your shoulders or him squeezing your thigh or arm, so when Robert pulls you close against him and guides your head to rest on his shoulder, you’re surprised. Judging by her expression, so is Val. She is staying the week at her father’s place and the three of you are hanging out at Jim and Kim’s. They had come a long way since Amanda’s graduation party. There still are obstacles, but they’re getting there, step by step. Sometimes, it feels like they’d never been apart in the first place. You look up at Robert, about to ask why he’s so touchy-feely today, but his expression makes you pause. He’s smiling. And his eyes, they’re sparkling, like the ice in his drink. It takes your breath away. You turn your head to Val, who returns your gaze with a shrug and an eye roll addressed to her father, who throws a grape at her. But she’s smiling too.

🍸Joseph, much to his children’s annoyance, is a very tactile person. Perhaps it’s got something to do with him being happy and wanting to let the world know, perhaps it’s just his personality. Either way, his children don’t like it. Part of you suspects he might be taking it up a notch just to annoy them. Something hits the back of your head and you don’t have to look to know it was one of the tiny rubber balls Chris likes to play with. You move to turn around, but Joseph curls his hand around your nape and gently keeps you in place so he can continue rubbing his nose against yours in little nose kisses. It’s silly and you love it. Again, the kids, not so much. “Stop,” Christie whines and dramatically flops down halfway across Joseph’s legs. Without stopping the nose kissing, he nudges her until she lies more comfortably with her head in his lap. “Stooop.” Again, he ignores her, a faint smirk on his lips the only evidence he heard her. Apparently Christie recruited her twin brother for her efforts, because Christian suddenly flopped down on Joseph too. “Stooooop.” Joseph tries to ignore the two, but then Chris decides to join in on the fun, which sends Joseph flat on his back, the children on top. He laughs and tries to push them off, but they hold on. For good measure, you place Crish on the top of the pile.

☕ Mat is a very, very affectionate person. It doesn’t matter whether you’re in private or in public, he’s almost constantly touching you in some way or the other, even if it’s only a brush of his arm against yours. You’re spending some of your free time in the Coffee Spoon while Mat works behind the counter. He makes sure to drop by your table whenever he can to kiss the top of your head or give you a free refill – dating the owner of a coffee shop has its perks. That’s the scene Carmensita walks in on, coming home from school: Mat kissing your forehead, his hand resting on your shoulder; you nosing along his jaw, intending to find his lips for a quick kiss. Her backpack falling on the ground next to you causes the two of you to break apart, the moment gone like a bubble that burst. Mat blushes deep red, but you can feel the heat in your own cheeks, too. Carmensita giggles and sits down on the couch next to you with a wide grin. “That was gross.” Being the mature person you are, you stick out your tongue. After making sure her day at school went okay, Mat goes back to work, leaving you two alone. You’re about to go back to surfing on your phone when Carmensita leans in. “Thank you for making Dad happy again,” she whispers. Mat shoots you a confused look when you pull her into a hug, your eyes wet.

🌹 Damien isn’t big on public displays of affection, but once you’re both past the initial stage of awkwardness in your relationship, he warms up to it at home. Apparently, his favourite thing to do, is to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your cheek. Some evenings, you will cuddle on his couch. Like you are now. Your head is cushioned on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your middle while he draws patterns on your back which you try to guess, and you couldn’t be more content. “What are you smiling about, my love?” You lift your head to find Damien looking at you with a curious expression. Instead of answering verbally, you crane your neck and kiss him. He hums, tightening his grip a little, and settles his hand on the small of your back. There’s no sense of urgency behind the kiss; neither of you attempts to deepen it. You just buried your fingers in his luscious hair when the front door opens and Lucien walks inside. It takes you two a few moments to realise you’re not alone anymore and to draw apart. Your instinct is to move off Damien, but he gently keeps you lying on top of him. “How was your movie, Lucien?” The teen shrugs. “It was fine. I’ll be in my room.” Once he’s gone, you turn back to Damien and raise an eyebrow. “I’m surprised by his lack of care.” Damien chuckles. “I’ve raised him well.” You fondly roll your eyes and kiss his chin.

🎣 Just like he’s always bragging about, well, anything, Brian seems to really enjoy showing you off. The easiest way to do that in public is by wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing you, no matter the situation. At home, his love for physical affection doesn’t lessen – if anything, it increases. You quickly become used to him randomly pulling you into his arms, picking you up or kissing whatever part of your body, shoulders-up, he can reach. It’s no different today. You’re outside; the sun is shining with just the right intensity, there’s a light breeze, and Brian is mowing the lawn without a shirt on. All in all, you muse, life is good. He finishes with his next set, having divided the lawn into quarters, and gets off the lawnmower. You know exactly what’s about to happen as he walks up to you and so, you’ve already lifted your head by the time he stops in front of you. All he has to do is lean down to kiss you, cradling your face in his big, but gentle hands. “Hey Dad! Hey Y/N!” Brian draws back again and turns just in time to catch Daisy, who launched herself at him. He laughs and lifts her up into his arms. “I’m just going to finish mowing the lawn real quick. We’ll eat dinner afterwards, alright?” He puts her back down and, before resuming his work, kisses you again. Daisy doesn’t even twitch. She’s more than used to it by now.

👟 It’s one of the biggest games of the softball season and so, emotions are running high. You’ve been on the edge of your seat ever since the opposing team took the lead. Thankfully, the rest of the audience is just as excited as you are; even Craig, who usually gives off an aura of pure calm and optimism, is agitated, varying between shouts of encouragement and orders. Then, finally, one of the Maple Bay girls scores the match-winning point and the audience goes wild. You’d definitely be hoarse tomorrow from all the shouting you are doing. Somehow, you make it through the rows of celebrants down to the field, where Craig is celebrating with his team. Later on, you would blame the heat of the moment, the excitement still running through your veins. You grip Craig’s shirt and pull him down into a kiss. After a second of surprise, he tugs you closer and wraps his arms around you, reciprocating just as eagerly. It’s only the loud “Eww”s coming from the girls that reminds you of where you are and, more importantly, that you have an audience. You flinch away from Craig and immediately blush deeply. Craig’s face isn’t any less red than yours. “C-congrats, girls! You were awesome.” They stare at you with blank expressions. Briar and Hazel turn to look at each other in disgust and roll their eyes. “We’ve changed our minds. You can’t date our dad anymore.” The seriousness of that statement makes you laugh. “I’ll get you ice cream.” They communicate without words, in the way only twins and drunk people can, and finally nod. “Okay, you’re on probation.”

📖 You throw the door open with more vigour than necessary and let out a “whoop”. Damn, you’re pumped! You and Hugo went to the final match of the championship, the fight for the title, and The Eastern Dragon won. There’s no longer blood running through your veins, but pure adrenaline. You’re almost more ecstatic than Hugo. Or he’s just better at composing himself. “That last throw!” You turn around, literally bouncing on your heels, and grasp his arms in an attempt to ground yourself. He grins and tugs you closer until your chests are pressed together. “You mean the Headlock driver?” You huff. “I don’t care what it’s called, it was awesome! Thank you for taking me.” Hugo’s grin softens, makes way for a loving smile. You raise your arms to wrap them around his neck as he embraces you around your waist. The adrenaline slowly fades, but your skin is still buzzing and you feel energised, almost like you’re high. You lean in at the same time, your lips meeting halfway. You just stand there, kissing, for some time. Just as you thought about heating things up when the door is thrown open for a second time. Ernest barely spares you two a glance, but, storming past you, he still manages to scowl and bark out “Get a room!” You look from the dust he left in his hasty retreat back to Hugo and chuckle. “Want to get a room?”

Bonus: 🐼

Thanksgiving, Amanda comes back to Maple Bay from college to spend the holiday with her father. Well, her father, his boyfriend and boyfriend’s family. It’s still weird to see her Pops, the most socially awkward person she knows beside Mat, in a relationship – not because of her Dad, but because… when did he up his date game?? She’s excited to see how things progressed ever since she left for college. She knows her Pops practically lives in [Dad]’s house now, since he told her over skype, but there are more things than just that. Have they picked up some of their partner’s quirks and habits? Who cooks (she sincerely hopes it’s not Pops or someone might die of food poisoning), who makes the laundry? She parks in front of their house and immediately hops out. She doesn’t waste any time, just heads straight over to [Dad]’s home. The door is open when she tries the knob, so she pushes it open and barges right in. “Guess who’s—“ Amanda trails off. Her father and [Dad] might have jumped apart the moment they heard her, but they weren’t quick enough for her not to have seen what they’d been up to. Pretty G, all things considered. Doesn’t mean she’s not going to do her daughterly duty and act grossed out. “Ew!” She mock gags. “That’s so not what I wanted to see first thing I come back home.” Her father scrambles to his feet and pulls her into a bone-crushing hug. Across his shoulder, she sees [Dad] stand up as well. She winks. Glad her old man still has it in him.