why did this take so long and why isnt it that nice

public question: will stranger things fans ever stop complaining?

inhale i have many things to point out abt billy’s character. im not defending his shitty behavior im just trying to explain to this hellsite why hes an interesting character and why it isnt necessary to keep dismissing his storyline when people only want to discuss it.

1) lets make it clear that billy and will are not comparable. will has been through hell and back but the entire time hes been surrounded by love and comfort and family and friends. billy has none of that and is in a new environment.

2) abuse in teenage boys tends to translate into anger most of the time. the fight scene with steve was really really interesting. u can see how billy just absolutely loses control, maybe the anger from his earlier fight with his father fueling his rage. people who arent familiar with abuse need to keep their opinions to themselves with the whole “but why cant he just try to be a nice person” thing.

3) the way billy’s dad treats him is really disturbing. the physical abuse and on top of that the way that his dad made him address him as “sir” is all so, so wrong. its obviously fucking with his psyche on a whole other level, hes still a teen and hes learning all of this from his own father.

4) this doesnt really have a major impact but,, dacre made a good point that billy’s character is probably just very insecure and feels threatened by max’s new male friends. 

5) billy is no different from like. fuckin loki or whoever yall stan. hes just another villain so idg why yall are treating him and dacre as the devil himself. just cause u stan/are interested in someone whos a compelling character (supervillians, moriarty, whomever the fuck) doesnt make YOU the same. pretty sure thats common knowledge

6) it would be rly rly interesting to take a closer look into how things added up to finally make billy snap. some fans are literally getting MAD at other fans for simply throwing up theories in the air. let people breathe man.

7) i agree i hate it when our community is given terrible lgbt characters or lgbt characters with a sob story but we also have to realize that stranger things isnt really the show that people should be looking for representation in. its the 80s, its about monster hunting, the good and bad of the decade, and kids being kids. if billy ends up being the first gay character in the series then whatever, man. its not like the show’s creators are trying to make him into some icon for the community, it would most likely just be a backstory explanation and not even a big part of the show. (also, as much as i love will, i think that a californian older teenager is more likely to be aware of his sexuality, rather than a kid who’s only experienced life in a small town in fuckin indiana. IN THE 80′S)

8) theres most likely gonna be a redemption arc, idk why else they would give a “human antagonist” a backstory if they werent going to follow up on it. same with the scene between max and billy in the final episode, directors dont just do that for no reason. so can yall just give it a break and enjoy the show, dont hate on dacre, dont hate on the producers and writers, and stop assuming that the duffers are trying to mould the show to the fans liking. they literally said in that netflix interview that when they were first planning st2, they did so without thinking of the fans reactions and they liked it that way lol

tldr: billy is a FICTIONAL character with a real storyline. let people talk about him if they want to, as long as everyone recognizes that hes done some pretty terrible things. lets stop complaining and just watch the show. exhale

Smut hoe is back? *temporarily*


I’ve been working on this fic for like ever. and I never finished it.  And tonight  decided to. The *smutty* part isnt that good but whatever. I did it.

“Bottled up”

You x Jackson Wang (GOT7) 

Feat best friend Bam Bam (non-sexual friendship)

Rated M 


One Shot.

*Disclaimer*: If you dont like smut dont read it.  Just dont do it. 

“You didn’t have to pay for my flight! What the hell Bam!” You yelled on the phone with your best friend Bam Bam.  You had discovered a notification in your email that your round trip to Thailand was booked. Only you didn’t book anything yet.

“Just think of it as a late birthday present,” He said laughing.” “I can afford it love.”

“Yeah but you know I’ve been saving up to come to Thailand! I got the money silly.”

“Use it to go shopping!” He said, chuckling in the phone.  You hated when Bam Bam paid for you. Especially because you work.  Sure he was your best friend and an idol, but you didn’t want to use him for his money. Your eyes rolled. You wanted to make it up to him but had no idea how. The boy had everything. He was the fashion king so you couldn’t buy him a new outfit. He’s already ahead of the fashion game.

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12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

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au where isak is moving out and even’s the guy who helps with that/taking his stuff to his new place and while theyre outside packing into the car, isak hears a familiar voice greet him and he freezes and turns around and its julian, his ex, holding another boy’s hand and isak screams inside but puts on a smile “hey julian. what are you doing here?” and julian looks at his boyfriend, “we’re on a house hunt. moving in together” and isak clenches his jaw bc fuck that, THEY were supposed to do that months ago before they broke up. then he looks back at isak “and you? moving out?” and isak panics and doesnt think twice about what he’s saying, “yeah actually im moving out to move in with my boyfriend” and he wishes he could take it back or just run but he stands still and julians like “boyfriend?” and isak wants to wipe that smirk off his face, “where is he then?” and then isak hears the car door close and then even is walking towards them with a smile, work finished, and isak just. “here.” and even stands next to isak and is looking between him and julian, “hm?” and isaks like “this is even, my boyfriend. im moving in with him” 

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Lost (Reddie) (5/8)

Summary : Richie Tozier is struggling with something. Something he’d never thought he’d have to struggle with. Sure, his parents can be pretty shitty, but he never thought it would come to this. It’s now been about a month since Richie has been kicked out of his house. He has made do with sleeping in his truck, and passing out on nights that all the losers are together, but things are becoming more dire. With what was left of his money stash gone, Richie is forced to make a living by prostitution. There’s also something going on with Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrak, mommy’s boy and pill expert has been put on a new pill. This time, it was of his own doing, and not his mothers. What it’s for, no one knows.

Pairings : Eventual Reddie with hints of Stenbrough and mentions of Bikeverly (Ben/Mike/Bev)

Warnings : Cute shit, mentions of jizz, uhhhh, cute shit, uncomfortableness, slight harassment.

AN : Ayyyeee! So, as you can see, I’ve got it all worked out now and I know where the ending is placed. Things are still looking up in this chapter, but they’re gonna start going down again soon. Keep in mind that all of the characters are 18/19 at this time, and in their senior year of high school. The characters in no way have any relation to the child actors that have portrayed them. IT does not belong to me, however if it had I would’ve changed a lot of things in the book.

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“Man up.” Reader X Reggie Mantle

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Reggie Mantle imagine where the reader is Archie’s twin sister and she’s a feminist, she’s feisty and everything and like maybe he always tries to ask her out as he’s like in love with her but she always turns him down until they make a deal where if he leaves Jughead alone, she will go on a date with him? Thanks.

A/N: I am finally posting this after years of not posting💕-Lilia

“Its absolutely disgusting!” I say angered at The Blue and Gold paper in my hands.

“I knew nothing about it.” My brother assures me as we walk towards the lunch table that we sit at normally.

“Why wouldn’t they tell you?” I question while putting my lunch tray on the table to sit down in between Kevin and Veronica.

“Probably because of you and your yelling about this. Everyone knows how passionate you are about this stuff. And me being your brother, I would probably tell you and risk them getting caught.” He explains as he sits next to Betty and Jughead.

“So you read the paper?” Asks Betty happy at how passionate I am about it.

“Yes and Elizabeth Cooper you are extremely talented. Not only in writing but for getting justice for those girls! Absolutely beautiful.” I say smiling and she just smiles back.

“You really care about this stuff huh?” Asks Veronica.

“Feminism? Yes. I believe all men and all woman and everyone in between should be equal.” I smile brightly with proud while she just nods impressed.

“Well I think its amazing. Your head strong and ready to fight the fight of inequality, I hope in the future there is more woman as willing as you.” Betty says and I chuckle at the flattery.

“Andrews.” A voice yells from behind us from the jocks table. Naturally me and Archie look. But I am guessing they are calling for Archie since he is apart of the team.

“Keep it cool y/n.” Archie says patting my back trying to keep me from screaming at Reggie for taking part in the playbook.

“I’m always cool.” I say smiling at him tightly. Trying to bite my tongue.

“Now that Clayton is off the team only one of us can be captain. The question on everyones mind is, will you finally man up and try and take it.” He says chucking. He is joking but I still can’t help being mad at him. Hold it in Y/N, hold it in.

“Are you gonna man up Andrews? Gonna respond or will your little sister have to for you?”. The rooms silent. Everyone stares.

At me.

Waiting to see my response.

So I respond.

I stand up and Archie grabs my arm while he is still sitting. I yank him off the chair while trying to get him off my arm.

“Man up? I think the real person who has to "man up” is you! You stood by while stuff like this-“ I grab the Blue and Gold off the table and throw it at him. ”-is happening. Did that make you feel like a man Reggie? Because if thats what a man is to you, I am happy my brother isnt manning up! You’re not a man Mantle, you are trash" I grab my lunch tray and dump it on his head. “Trash for the trashcan.” I say before walking away.

I see the girls locker room and walk in. Not long before someone walks in too.

“What? Hoping to take a couple pictures to sell?” I scoff.


“Then what do you want Reggie!” I yell at him finally facing him.

“You stood up for yourself and that was so hot.” He chuckles.

I see the sport equipment.

I grab a bunch of baseballs and throw them at him. He puts his hands up yelling stop and calm down. I finally run out and he just smiles at me.

I grab the baseball bat.

And before I can use it he yells. “Woah woah woah easy tiger.”

“I don’t say stuff to be hot! I take this stuff so passionately and you just say I’m hot? Do you even understand how demeaning that is?! I want to be taken seriously Reggie.” I say gripping on the baseball bat tightly.

“I know and I am sorry.” He says smiling. And for once it look genuine.

“Why didnt you stop that book.”

“I was scared okay! I have pressure to be this jock! I couldnt say no or no one would respect me. I couldnt speak up. I was weak.” He says sighing. Tears form in my eyes.

“Woah why are you crying?” He asks looking concerned. “Something I said?”

“I was in that book. Thats why I hate it. Thats why I am who I am. I know what it was like to be an object to them. To be simply a point to their overall score.” I whipe my tears.

He makes his way towards me and I raise the bat slowly.

“I am so sorry. I am so sorry y/n.”

He puts his hand on the bat and slowly pushed it away. He hugs me and I just stay there stiff as a board until he lets go.

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“You have to make it up to all those girls.”

“I will. I promise I will.” He says smiling.


I move back and grab a basket ball and throw it at his stomach. He bends over in pain but from the smile on his face I could see it didn’t hurt that much.

“That’s for telling my brother to "man up”.“ I smile at him and walk out the locker room.

Thats the day I befriended my brothers shallow friend. Not ever thinking he could be my soul mate. Until one day…

"So y/nnnnnnn.”

“Yes Reginald.” I say walking to class as he follows me.

“I was wondering if you, would like to-”

“What makes you think you even have a slimmer of a chance of going on a date with me.”

He stands there shocked. I smirk at him while I keep walking.

“Y/n, I changed! I made it up to those girls! And I have been such a good guy lately! Just one date y/n.” He says giving me the cutest puppy eyes ever. But I don’t give into temptation.

“Nope Reg.”

“One night?”

“Alone with you? No thanks.”

He sighs and begins to walk backwards infront of me to face me.

“Come on.”

“Even if I did say yes, what makes you think Archie would let me?” I say chuckling at the unlikely chances.

“Since when do you care about what he thinks? He’s your older brother SURE, but that has never affected you before!”

“Older by AN HOUR!” I say with a smirk.

“Even more of a reason he doesnt matter!”

I stop walking and sigh. My eyes search the room for my bestfriend. Jughead Jones. I make eye contact with him and he waves.

“You’re friends with the weirdo but wont date me?” Reggie whines.

An idea forms in my head. While a smirk forms on my face.


“Okay what?”

“I’ll go on a date with you.”

He smiles.


His smile fades away.

“You have to be nice to Jughead.”

“What? Why!”

“Deal or no deal?” I ask and he tries to negotiate.

“Deal or no deal?” I repeat.

“Deal. Be ready by 8:00.” He says smiling and I watch him as he walks away. He bumps into Jughead and has an insult ready, I know the look. He sighs and looks back at me and keeps walking.

My two most important boys are getting along. I smile.

“Who said you could date Reggie!” I hear my twins voice from behind me.

Well…two out of three of the most important boys are getting along.

Timebreaker - A Summary
  • Sabine: do I look good
  • Marinette: yeah mum you look fine
  • Tom: ???me?
  • Marinette: you lOOK FINE
  • Marinette: GO AND EAT YOUR FOOD
  • Tom: thanks love u
  • Sabine: don't forget this! really! important! thing! kid!
  • Marinette: lmao don't worry I'll remember
  • Marinette: bye
  • Marinette: merDE THE BET
  • Alya: HURRY UP
  • Mr Kubdel: Alix did you have to just wear the same thing u always wear
  • Alix: father don't question me I know what I'm doing
  • Me Kubdel: okay
  • Mr Kubdel: listen u want a cool-ass pocket watch with a hologram
  • Alix: hell yeah I want it
  • Mr Kubdel: here u go my child
  • Mr Kubdel: now go forth and win that bet you made with the tall kid
  • Alix: I will not let you down father
  • Alix: key Kim imma beat ur ass
  • Kim: well imma steal your rollerblades that are way too small for me
  • Max: listen would you two shut the fuck up
  • Marinette: I'm FINE I MADE IT
  • Alix: wait a hot minute I forgot Alya please hold this very sacred and important thing that is 100 times more important that your blog
  • Alya: but my blog
  • Marinette: BUT THE BANNER
  • Marinette: AGH THERE IT GOES
  • Adrien: (I forgot to mention that this is the one episode Adrien and Nathanael actually stood next to each other, which is the only content I'm ever going to get) o h n o
  • Chloe: lmao what's this trash
  • Adrien: Chloe nO
  • Chloe: oops my hand slipped
  • Alix: *skates over the top of her watch*
  • Alix: wait
  • Alix: you actual fools
  • Alix: I'm going to kill you that was priceless
  • Everyone but Sabrina: Alix we feel so sorry for you
  • Sabrina: *evil smiling carrot*
  • Marinette: Alix wait
  • Alix: no listen you piece of shit
  • Alix: that had a HOLOGRAM
  • Alix: leave me alone
  • Marinette: *races home*
  • Marinette: I'm so sorry I was at this other thing
  • Nadja: no problems kiddo just give me my cake
  • Tikki: Marinette have you noticed that people are freezing up
  • Marinette: oh
  • Marinette: OH
  • Marinette: THAT IS NOT GOOD
  • Tikki: NO IT ISNT
  • Timebreaker: try my
  • Timebreaker: time to die
  • Titanic music: baaaa ba ba ba ba baaa ba ba baa ba baaaaa baaa
  • Chat: dead
  • Ladybug: ASDFGHJKL WHY
  • Timebreaker: BACK IN TIME
  • Ladybug: yo past me go home and come back
  • Hawkmoth: YES MORE
  • Akuma: flap flap
  • Timebreaker: *multiplies*
  • Ladybug: *also multiplies*
  • Chat: puns
  • Fight sequence: lasts a long time
  • Ladybug: YEAH IM DONE
  • Other ladybug: ok bye
  • Other ladybug: *fades from existence*
  • Alix: woah you fixed my watch thanks bro
  • Hawkmoth: ffs why
  • Marinette: nice anniversary?
  • Sabine & Tom: alright

Steady (Stozier)

Gregory’s Diner was the sort of place one could have a conversation without being overheard; with it being the only diner in town, it was almost always busy, even when there was a foot of snow outside and the temp was well below freezing. Music blared out of the jukebox constantly, someone new putting in another couple of dimes every time a song ended, and on top of that there was the chatter, the laughing, the singing along. Everyone was so involved in their own conversations that you could be as inconspicuous as you liked; no one even glanced at you if you werent inside their inner circle. This reason was presicely why Stanley Uris had chosen it to meet with Bill Denbrough.

He’d chosen a booth near the back window, and the two teens had ordered a plate of fries each. They sat across from each other; Bill happily eating his fries in silence, occasionally bringing up small anecdotes from his recent winter holiday in California. Since their childhood, Big Bill had grown even bigger, now towering over Stanley at 6'3 and with a hell of a lot more muscle from joining the football team, and Stanley, who had hit 5'7 in the nineth grade and had since stopped growing, found this wholly unfair. Through the help of lessons, even Bill’s stutter had gone down (not gone entirely, but not enough to be considered a problem any more).

Stan does not contribute much to the conversation, instead opting to sit slouched against the window, playing with his fries from time to time (but not eating- he didnt have as much as an appetite as he thought he had). He hummed in response to the anecdotes, asked “What?” when appropriate, and nodded in response to anything Bill asked him. He’s not trying to be rude, but his mind is preoccupied, his palms are sweaty, and he’s seriously doubting whether or not he should even approach Bill with a topic like this. And every time there’s a pause between stories, Stan loses his nerve to bring up the topic, resorting to picking at his food in a sullen silence.

“Everything alright, Stanley?” Bill eventually asks, when he realizes that half of his plate is gone and Stan’s barely touched his. “You’ve hardly eaten anything.”

“Hhm,” Stan responds, and he wants to kick himself. The words he wants to ask sits on the tip of his tongue, the story he wants to tell is caught in his throat. His chest burns with the weight of it all. He chews on his cheek and pushes his plate of fries towards Bill. “You have them. I’m less hungry than I thought.”

Bill furrows his brow. “You’re the one who asked me if I wanted to come,” he comments, then, cautiously, “I-is there something you wanted to talk about?”

Stanley doesnt respond this time; he glances away, already feeling stupid about the whole thing. Bill lets out a huff of air. “You know I cant h-he-help you when you get like this,” Bill says, pointing a french fry at him accusingly. “We’ve been over this. I’ll help you, you just gotta tell me whats wrong, S-Stan.”

“How do you know you’re in love?” Stan asks, quickly, before he can lose his courage, before the words get caught in his throat.

Bill blinks at him and drops the fry; this clearly wasnt what he was expecting. “What?”

Stan can feel his face heat up. “Nevermind,” he grumbles, slouching further into the purple pleather seat. “Forget it.”

Suddenly, Bill lets out a laugh. “Well M-Mercy Lewis, Stan the Man thinks he’s in love! Who is it thats captured ol’ Stanley’s grum-umpy heart?”

“Shut up,” Stan snaps, and he’s positive his face is as red as the checkered tile underneath him. For good measure, Stan takes a fry and throws it at him. It hits him square in the chest and falls onto the floor. “Just forget I asked, alright?”

Bill’s laughter stops, and his face turns serious. “Hey, relax. I was just teasing you.” Bill pauses, his face turning thoughtful and sincere. “B-Beverly once told me that it was like having someone’s face in your heart, all the time- buried somewhere deep and warm. L-l-like, I think its their flaws dont seem to matter as much, and you’ll do anything to make them happy, and you just always want to be near them, even if you’re not talking, just enjoying each other’s company. You cant turn a corner without hoping they’ll be there, and everything reminds you of them.”

Stanley is sitting up, now, and staring at him, soaking in every word with a stab to the heart. Finally, Bill stops talking and looks at him. “Does any of th-th-that sound familiar?”

Stan slouches over and glares at the table. “Shit,” he mutters.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Bill notes. Stanley doesnt say anything, but he’s not looking at Bill in the eyes. After a moment, Bill prompts, “Who is it?”

Stan can still feel their kiss, quick and hesitant and and tasting strongly of chocolate. He can feel a hand on his wrist, and another buried deep in his hair. He can see their eyes, hear their laughter, their voice. He wants to tell Bill this, he wants to tell him who it is, scream it from the rooftops: but Stanley Uris is a cautious, hesitant boy who knows what the truth can do. The truth can ruin everything. Stan doesnt know what Bill’s views on homosexuality are, but he grew up in Derry just like everyone else, and Derry isnt exactly known for its open world views. So instead he says nothing.

“Is it Beverly?” Bill asks, apparently unwilling to give up. His eyes have a certain light to them; this is a puzzel he wants to solve.

“No,” Stan says.

“Good, because I-I think Ben would cry,” Bill says, probably hoping the joke would lighten the mood. “Well, you dont exactly hang out around a lot of girls, so I can probably figure it out. Is it Peggy Guilderson? I saw her making eyes at you in Spanish the other day.”

Stan shakes his head, refusing to look him in the eyes. Bill hums thoughtfully. “Esther Rosencrantz?” He asks after a moment. “I see you talking with her in the halls sometimes.” Stan shakes his head again.

“Come on, St-Stanley, do you not trust me?” Bill asks, with wide, curious eyes.

Stan drums his fingers hesitantely along the table, he can feel his heart in his throat. “Its not a girl,” he says, quietly, probably too quietly to be heard over Elvis Presley. But Bill hears him anyway, and his eyes go wider.

“O-oh,” he says. “We-well shoot Stan, why didnt you just say so?”

Stan risks a look up at him. “What?” He asks, numb.

“Its a-a-alright if you’re queer,” Bill says, then gives a bit of an awkward laugh. “Aw, hell. I-I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but you know Eddie?”

“Eddie who?” Stan asks, eyebrows raising.

Bill makes a face. “What do you mean, ‘Eddie who?’ Kasbrack, you numbskull. Who else? Well, the truth is, Eddie and I are dating.”

This, most certainly, is news to Stan. “What?” Stanley repeats, unable to process this new information.

Bill looks sheepish. “Y-y-yeah, for two months now. Eddie didnt want to tell anyone so we’ve kept it a secret. But its going real well, we have our two month anniversary tomorrow.”

Stan tries to think about all the things he had ever heard Eddie or Bill say about one another in the past two months- now that he thinks about it, this is the first time he’s seen Bill without the smaller boy by his side. “Uh- congratulations, then,” Stan says, because he feels its appropriate. “Two months? That’s- wow, I had no idea.”

“Yeah, well, that was the way Eddie wanted it,” Bill says, smiling a little. Then he points a fry at him. “Your turn. Who are you in love with?”

Stan feels more comfortable talking about it now, but his face still gets warm when he admits the name outloud. “Richie.”

Stan waits for Bill to laugh, or to tease, or to call him ridiculous, but instead he just raises his eyebrows. “Rich-Richie?”

“Yeah,” Stan says, hesitantely. He pauses. “I- he- we kissed.”

This seems to get Bill’s attention more than learning that Stan was in love with the boy. His eyes go wide, and he says a little too loudly, “You kissed?”

“Keep it down, would ya?” Stan hisses, nervously glancing around. The diner is just as busy as when they’d entered, and everyone is still too absorbed in their own conversation to notice two seventeen year olds sitting in the back. He sighs. “Yes. We kissed. I kissed him.”

“YOU kissed him?” Bill repeats, quieter this time. He holds up a hand. “Back up Uris, start from the beginning.”

Stan lets out a breath of air. “It happened five days ago. Richie invited me over to spend Christmas with his family and I accepted the offer.”

“But you dont celebrate Christmas,” Bill says, eyebrows furrowed.

“I know,” Stan says. “But he was so insistant and he seemed so excited about it, I couldnt say no. Anyway, I go over, right? Its a nice time, his family are good people. We play board games and have a nice dinner. Then, after dinner, Richie and I are sitting at his fireplace drinking hot chocolate. We’re talking, and laughing- I dont even really remember what about. Anyway, I dont know what overcame me, but I just got this really strong urge to kiss him, so I did.”

“Just like that.” Stan continues, quietly. “It wasnt a very long kiss, just a quick little peck, you know? God, I dont know why I- anyway, Richie kind of just went really, really quiet, and he had this look of shock on his face- I started apologizing and got up to leave because I was so embarrassed, and then Richie stood up and grabbed my wrist- he didnt say anything, but he spun me around so I was facing him and he kissed me.”

“Thats p-pretty cute,” Bill observes, making Stan flush red again. He shifts in his seat.

“Yeah, but then his mom called us to the other room to play some more games, so we had to stop, and then it got late and my folk’s called to say that I had to go home, and we never got to talk about it.” Stan says, chewing on his lip. “I keep wanting to call him, or go to his door, or something, but then my damn nerves get the best of me and I keep thinking, 'Well, why hasnt he called? He should have called by now!’ And he should have, right?” Stan’s looking for confirmation more than anything else. Typically, when you kiss someone, you call after, right?

“Well, yeah,” Bill says. “But shoot, Richie may act confident and like he doesnt care but he’s got more insecurites than you and me put together. He’s probably at home doin’ the same thing you’re doing.”

“So you think I should go to him?” Stan asks, helplessly.

“Yeah,” Bill says. “I do.”

“I guess you’re probably right,” Stan says, finally reaching over and grabbing a fry to nibble on. He huffs. “But why do I have to be the mature one?”

Bill snorts. “I-its Richie,” he says. “You’re always going to be the mature one.”

Stan hits his head on the table. Bill laughs again, then reaches out to rub his hair. “You sure chose one hell of a kid to fall for,” Bill comments, a smirk on his face. Stan groans in response, swatting his hand away: he knows.

it-happened-one-starry-night  asked:

Hi, can you do a short piece where Betty finds Jughead after the dance and tells him that she loves him?


Her toes were bleeding and the bottom of her dress had come completely unhemmed, dragging behind her like a makeshift wedding veil. She was frantic, her silky blonde hair now had streaks of red caused by running her bloody palms through it in frustration and she was freezing, the soon to be winter chill seemed to pierce right through her bare arms as she searched the Southside Trailer park for her boyfriend.. or ex boyfriend? The thought made her heart instantly ache. How had it gone this far? How had she let it? Every time she tried to do the right thing she failed, it was inevitable at this point.

She had just come from Pops, her jaw was still tense at the memory of her friends betrayal. it was so wrong, so selfish and inconsiderate of Archie and Veronica, and like always she found herself pulled in, lumped into the same selfish category. Finally grabbing her heels from her feet, Betty slammed the pointed article at a wooden fence, angrily stabbing the rotted wood. She was angry, disappointed, hurt and at this point? Just tired. Where could he be? The town wasn’t that big, he wasn’t home, he wasn’t at Pops, his father wasn’t around he was in….
Oh my god.

Pulling her other shoe off, Betty raced through the quiet streets of Riverdale, it was way after midnight and she knew her mother would be anxiously waiting up, but she couldn’t care, not now. Squinting at Sheriff Kellers makeshift prison, Betty slammed through the doors, her eyes dragging around the room, he had to be here, there was no where else to go. She spotted F.P instantly, he was leaning against the bars and his eyes had gone wide when he saw the blonde standing in the doorway.

“Betty?” He asked confused, his face leaning further into the metal as he scanned her concerned, eyeing the bloody streaks in her hair and her absolutely destroyed hands.

“F.P” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around the bars, her eyes filled with tears “I’m so sorry, we’re going to get you out of here. I know you didn’t do this, there’s no way they can think you did. Just give me a minute.. let me think..” she mumbled as he slid a hand through the bars and touched her arm

“This isn’t your fault darlin, I know that someone’s out to get me, but you know how it looks, wrong side of the tracks and all that, you need to calm down.. you’re bleeding.”

Betty shook her head and opened her mouth to speak , when she was cut off suddenly by a very familiar voice from behind her


Whipping around, Betty gasped slightly when she made eye contact with jughead, his eyes were red rimmed and his beanie was gone, he looked exhausted but by the look on his face, she assumed she looked worse.

“Elizabeth? What are you doing here?” Sheriff Keller asked the blonde as he brought forward a tissue to wipe her hands.

Betty’s face turned nasty and she threw the tissue dramatically
“Don’t try and be nice to me Sheriff Keller, I saw what you did to F.Ps trailer, I saw the way you wrecked it! You can’t do that, even if you think someone is guilty you can’t destroy their property!”

The older man had the decency to look ashamed, he had gotten caught up in the moment

“No!” She cut him off “this isn’t right, you can’t do this! You know that he’s not guilty, you know he’s being framed! Why can’t you do your job! You need to find the real killer, but you’re just here wasting everyone’s time!”

F.P shot a glance over the fighting pairs head at his son and nodded quickly, nudging his head towards the door and mouthing
“Go. I’ll see you tommorow”

Jughead took the cue and gently took Betty by the arm, pulling out the door as she continued her rant. When they finally hit the fresh air, Betty stopped and looked up at him

“Juggie.” She whispered “I am so sorry, I should have told you but I didn’t know for sure, I thought maybe just once my mother would let me have something, let me have something that makes me happy!” Her lips were quivering and jughead fought the urge to take her in his arms

“Why are you here Bets?” He asked exhaustedly, the day finally catching up to him, he felt a sense of calm in Betty’s presence and it was enough to allow him to breathe.

The gorgeous blonde sighed softly, dropping her hands limply to her sides
“I’m doing this because your father isnt guilty, I’m doing this because you don’t deserve this, any of this and.. and I’m doing this because.. because I love you.” She whispered so quiet he had to strain to hear, his entire body tightening at the words, his heart was pretty much out of his chest at this point and he could do nothing but look at her wide eyed, how long had it been since he had heard those words?

“I know that this is terrible timing and we can pretend it never happened, but I just had to tell you.. I just had too…” she was cut off instantly when Jugheads hungry lips attacked hers with a passion she had never seen before, pinning her up against the wall her took her scarred palms in his own and dropped his lips to her hands

“I love you too.” He whispered, eyes finally coming up to meet hers, Betty gasped quietly and rested her forehead against his.

This had been the longest night of her life and this was definitely not how she expected to hear those words for the first time, but standing here under the harsh street lamp with jughead hands in hers, she couldn’t imagine another way.

Flags (Part Two)(#PrideFic)

Happy Pride Month!
Welcome back to our Spideypool #Pride Fic

Enjoy :)

Part One

Part Three

It was already the next weekend before Peter sat down on his bed and pulled out the card from “Pansexual Man.”

He turned it over and over in his hands, tracing the rainbow lettering, the raised numbers, tapping it against his lips as he closed his eyes and relived that fucking kiss that had been keeping him up at night and had him daydreaming through classes.

The mysterious stranger with incredible blue eyes and a mouth that had been chapped but perfect and a hard thick body that had been on display for everyone to look at and ogle and touch

And Peter had barely got to touch.
Damn he should have touched!

Peter dropped back into his pillows, running a hand down his chest to his belt, hesitating. It seemed… wrong to do this while thinking about a stranger at a Pride event. He didn’t even know the mans name. All he had was a card.

And that fucking kiss.

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isak had a lot of things planned for his friday afternoon with no eskild in the flat, things that involved lying on the couch for the rest of the day and watching animal planet, maybe playing fifa after a big unhealthy dinner.

what he did not plan, is the two knocks on the door and the bell coming shortly after interrupting his relaxing day, making isak having to press pause on the game and get out from under his comfy blanket he’s had his legs wrapped up in.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so YES I love the long distance internet friends au but consider! Long distance wrong number au

honestly anon, thank you so much for this tonight. 

i took long distance and made it loooooong distance to the point where it probably doesn’t make sense, but ~~suspension of disbelief~~

texts between adrien and the mystery person (wow i wonder who) are in italics because theyre in french. also i didnt want to bother anyone so ‘numéro inconnu’ is from google translate so im sorry for….that

finally i tried to streamline how i do texts for this just because the way i do texts is usually a lot clunkier? so it looks more like wanna chat but isnt in like….the contact names are still what the other person would see? like when it says pretty boy thats ninos contact name for adrien and—

frick just tell me if its too confusing and tell me how to fix it im really tired

[on ao3 in case the read more is a butt and wont open]

2:51 PM
unknown number: Did this work?????
unknown number: a;slkdfjadj its me btw
unknown number: I mean duh its me who else would it be
unknown number: If you screenshot this conversation al I swear to go d Ill kill you

Adrien squints at his phone. Not only does he not know this number, but the text are in French. That’s…unusual. He thinks that it’s a lucky coincidence that his father is from France and insisted he learned the language before replying.

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Worth the Wait

Anonymous asked: Please, do “I was pining for you for years, but I’ve moved out of the city but now I’m back and apparently you’ve been in love with me the entire time too” for Bellarke. THANK YOU <3 

and this is sort of that. hope you like it!


Bellamy wouldn’t have said he’d particularly missed anything about Arkadia, and for the first week that he’s back, that holds true. It’s a pain to park the moving truck he’d rented on the street in front of his apartment, a pain to get his furniture up four flights of stairs, a pain to assemble the dresser he’d ordered. Ark is louder than the small town where he’d been at school the past six years, and everything is about twice as expensive.

But then Friday rolls around and he wakes up for the first time without a to-do list, and he remembers there was one thing he liked about Arkadia: Eden Coffee.

The thought is enough to get him up and moving.

Most people probably don’t feel as fond toward their first minimum-wage job as he does, but Bellamy has worked enough crappy shift jobs to know that he had a good thing going at Eden. The hours were flexible, he made a little extra in tips each shift, Octavia could hang out, and the owner, Marcus Kane, looked out for his employees really well. There’s nothing in particular drawing Bellamy back beyond nostalgia and a need for caffeine, but he wouldn’t mind catching up with Marcus if he’s there.

Besides, it will probably be nice to return to familiar surroundings.

At first glance, it seems like a lot has changed. The place has gotten a facelift since the last time Bellamy was in (understandable, given how long it’s been) and at least half of the menu is new. But their signature mini donuts are still prominently featured, the air is still filled with the sound of steady conversation, and he feels a little bit like he’s been physically struck with the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee, so maybe not all that much has changed after all.

He’s still evaluating, taking in all the new and recognizing all the familiar, when he gets to the front of the line. He’s so distracted he doesn’t notice for a moment.

“Can I help you?”

His eyes snap back down and he shoots the barista a sheepish grin. She looks to be in high school, wearing a politely forced customer service smile, and has a fox pin on her apron where he kept his name tag.

“Yeah, sorry. Can I get a large coffee and a half order of minis?”

“Room for cream?”

“No, thanks.”

“Show off.” This comes from another voice further down the counter and Bellamy is already grinning when he turns. Because of course it’s Clarke Griffin standing by the pastry case, smirking at him like no time at all has passed.

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anonymous asked:


Well, only the first episode for now but yeah!!! I can’t wait for my favs to show up aaahhhhhh!!!!!! 

Anon said: Omg, Kirishima, please teach me how to put on eyeliner, your eyeliner game is on point! (Seriously, tho, I love how you draw their eyes and how you draw Kiri in general. He seems so soft. Damn, Bakugou, I’m jealous that you can cuddle him)

THANK YOU!!!! And Kiri has really really pretty lashes in the manga too, doesn’t he? Bakugou too! They have seriously pretty eyes I spend a lot of time trying to get that right when drawing haha still not as good at Horikoshi tho after all, but what can we do~

Anon said: Every time I get a notification you posted something I get extremely happy! That’s what your drawings did to me. How can one be so talented.

SOB thank you so much!! You being happy makes me happy so it’s happiness all around!!! What a good!!!

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Misunderstanding x Misunderstanding

Eyes x Eyes

Lets take a look at more about this episode. I thought im not gonna give my small thoughts but habits die hard.

1.Nina and Favaro

 Favaro is one of the people that who see things more than as it is. It is due to the fact that he is matured and well thought about something. Thats why he definitely realised that Nina is important to Charioce and he come to the conclusion that Charioce will never hurt Nina. After what Onyx captain said to Nina, Favaro remembered Amira’s pain, it is really sad that he had to see both his important people broken down. No matter what happens for Favaro, Nina matters thats why he understood her, thats why he is looking after her more than anyone. But Onyx captain said something hurtful thing that Nina didnt even thought about. Favaro and Nina is similar to how they react fast, but difference is Favaro is adult and look at situation more mature way, but Nina is still in her childish age. Also i still believe that Favaro didnt reacted because he thought Charioce tried to kill Nina but reacted because Nina hurt. I mean, it is most likely that Favaro didnt believe Onyx captain, because Favaro already know that Charioce loves Nina, thats why after their fight he didnt even say “ I will not forgive Charioce that tried to kill Nina”. He was just concerned about Nina. Most likely Favaro knows Charioce didnt ordered him, but Nina misunderstood the situation.

2. Onyx captain and Alessand

As i thought Onyx captain thinks he is trying to make a way to Charioce. For Onyx captain other people’s are nothing but hinder to Charioce.  For Onyx captain what is he doing is the right thing and he believed himself to the point there is no going back. 

Onyx captain trusts Charioce, he pledged his loyal to him, he disposes any other things that might harm Charioce and his goal. Also he believe that what Charioce did up until now and what he is trying to do is the one “Righteous” thing. 

I think this is the where Onyx captain decided to tell Charioce that “Red dragon died”.

What he did in this not forgivable but understandable, Alessand has been always loved being center of Soldiers. He wants to be worthy soldier that which he believed himself that right. He remembered Onyx captain’s words that “He isnt worthy”. But for person who likely wanted to be worthy soldier, it was huge slap in the face. So after seeing Mugaro who is Holy Child that hinder to Onyx captain and Charioce, Holy Child that even Onyx task didnt win, so may he thought killing Holy Child make him worthy. Also this is where this show’s misunderstanding take into account.  He is also same as others he do what he think is right. Also Alessand was worthy to Kaisar, but he most likely that he didnt believe Kaisar’s words, because Kaisar failed Alessand and betrayed their King. But Alessand choose Onyx task over Kaisar. He loves materialistic thing over nice words. Kaisar failed him so he didnt believe in Kaisar’s words. Alessand has a guts to do this even though it is not right. To be honest i like what they did to Alessand. It is another great thing about this series. Human character

3. Dromos 

This was the confirmation that Charioce attacked Sacred shrines to obtain power, not because he has some revenge or grudge on them, he just dont believe them. Ancestors who once ruled the lands - at this point Charioce learned about Dromos through them or he found out about book and information. Ancestors are really interesting. I dont know what to thought because there is less informations about it.

Also yeah Kaisar asking the right question that we have been wondering about for so long. Cant wait to see more about it.

4. Mugaro/El and his relationship with others

Both Azazel and Jeanne thinks about Mugaro first. Azazel thinks Mugaro being with Jeanne is right. But Jeanne doesnt really believe that. She even asked that question, because she thought may El dont want to be with Jeanne but Azazel. She even concerned about her child’s want first before she force herself as a good mother she is.  I also love how Jeanne call his son El but Azazel calls him Mugaro. For Azazel, Mugaro is Mugaro, he cared the child that he spend time with. 

Bacchus words are the one of my favourite thing about this episode. Before big talk Coexistence and Peace, be more concerned about your surroundings.

Mugaro is saying that he will bring Peace but if he dont concern about his own mother how can he bring real Peace without realising and understanding his important people. So this was another point of me that this story is not Coexistence as a whole world but coexistence and understanding between characters that connected with each other. 

I dont know why but Sofiel thinking about Bacchus give me thought about death flag for him.

This scene taken my attention, when Mugaro appeared Nina was positive as the way she is, but after she crushed the necklace she suddenly gone to Mugaro, i think this is a foreshadowing that Nina will choose Mugaro over Charioce because after Alessands attack, but im not saying that she will abandon Charioce. Nina maye will think Charioce is the one who hurt Mugaro and she will not forgive it especially it will help because Nina thinks that Charioce even tried kill her but Mugaro is no exception for him. Thats why in the future she will choose the path that  stop Charioce no matter how she loves him or hurt.

5. Charioce and his relationship with others

So as expected we didnt really get to see Charioce’s reaction(he definitely hurt), but it can be that Charioce just didnt took Onyx’s bait that judging Charioce’s concern for Nina. He has to act as the way it is, so that Onyx captain dont have to attack Nina. I think creators are saving something for us. Also about the conversation between Onyx captain and Charioce, showed how Charioce is good actor but his reactions are bad. Thats why it was easy for Onyx to realise his feelings since he was with him for so many years. We know that he cares for Nina more than as it is. Also this conversation pointed out again that struggle between goal and his love life. Charioce is not open minded person but it affects his surroundings. In the last episode he choose the decision that better for both Nina and him, mostly for Nina, but for him unexpected thing is  that Nina showed up when he himself said that he will meet Nina again, but Nina couldnt wait also he didnt know Favaro and others planned that Nina is going to be bait that take his bracelet from him. He did know that meeting with Nina would be harm to her and to him, but he could have said Nina to when they are gonna meet, also another example that  Nina didnt understood Charioce and his goal, thats why she didnt thought about outcome. 

Another interesting thing is that Mugaro is pure child but Charioce has a dirty hand. And both big talk about bring greater good, but Mugaro has a people who will help him, people who will teach him that harming yourself for others bring nothing. But Charioce hadnt people like that, person that already chose the lonely path, there is no one besides Nina that who found late. I just thought about if there were people that who helped Charioce when he was a child, when before he choose this path. I wonder outcome would have different? I wonder Charioce would have different life? But i hope he achieve the things that he think is right.

The necklace that Charioce gave to Nina broken and abandoned, just like both Nina and Charioce’s broken heart. As i said in the above, foreshadowing that confrontation and struggle of Nina.

I love how Tale always focus on little things. The necklace that Nina cherished, the music that Mugaro cherished, both broken and abandoned in this one. Also this episode was more focused on eyes, Eyes tell no lie.

This episode was outcome and result that characters has a bad understanding for each other. All characters have a different thoughts and claim different things as their own “Righteous” and colliding with each other. Mugaro and Nina is the pure ones that attacked by all of this conflict. And it will be more conflict, others will try to kill Charioce and Favaro try to help Nina. Nina might think Charioce is the one who ordered to kill Mugaro. Everything broken at Mugaro’s blood and Nina’s tears. What Charioce trying to do is harming himself and his surroundings, he already choose this lonely path with knowing that, there are so many things are waiting for him and he aware of that. He was trying to avoid too much conflict, he was trying not to kill anyone but now his lonely path bring him everything that he didnt want. The conversation about coexistence between Charioce and Kaisar will more take into account from here. “Do you still not give up on Coexistence?” question will be answered thanks to this small conflict between all these characters.

Like A Latte

Part 6 in the No Place Like You Series

Jensen x Reader, Y/F/N (Your Friend’s Name), Jared, Kim, Brianna

Series summary: Your best friend finally convinces you to put on your big girl panties and go to a Supernatural convention while you are in Atlanta. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought you would catch Jensen’s eye. Little does he know, you have your own spotlight. (I’m terrible at summaries)

Word Count: 1678

Warnings: none, unless you count the fact that this is a rough edit, and therefor they may be some grammar/spelling/autocorrect fails haha sorry bout that 

A/N: Remember, THIS IS FICTION, there is in no way hate intended to his family. For the purposes of this series, Jensen is single. 

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Originally posted by thefanaticallife

Fast forward to the day of meeting for coffee. 

Jensen’s POV

Today’s the day. I can’t believe it’s really happening. I stand in front of the mirror in my hotel room here in Nashville, surrounded by my best friend, and two of the coolest women I know, and I can’t stop freaking out. Jared hands me my jacket, and I shrug it on over my shoulders, adjusting the collar and sleeves. My breath comes in shakey waves as I try to steady myself. 

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mynameisquiche  asked:

:OO can you give me hanahaki lance, but like hes with hunk already and hes poly but he doesnt know what that is so he feels like shit for being in love with keith too and hides both his attraction to keith and the hanahaki until ?? (its too late? theyre just in time to save him?? you decide fam) (also actually the whole time keith liked him too but he was with hunk rip) klunk isnt my thing, but you can do that! or just an open, understanding relationship would be fine too (what i prefer tbh) <3

hmmm, I’ve never really looked into the klunk ship tag before, but I’ve always thought it was a really nice idea, so hopefully, I’ve done this prompt some justice. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get this out to you.

Lance loves Hunk. no doubt in his mind at all. he’s so lucky to have Hunk not only in his life, but to be able to call him his boyfriend is the best thing Lance could ever ask for. they’ve gone through so much to together, some of it good, others not so much. Hunk was there when he came out to his parents; Hunk was there for him when Lance had his heart broken by so many before him; Hunk has always been there for him, and Lance wouldn’t want anyone else to be with.

and yet, here he is, heaving into the toilet in the middle of the night alone. throwing up red and white flower petals as the burning in his throat makes it almost impossible to breathe. after minutes of clutching onto the toilet seat, he finally stops coughing out petals and is able to get a full breath into his burning lungs. this doesn’t make any sense; why is he coughing up red petals? he might need to talk with Coran about this, he might know what’s going on.


“ahh! yes, I have heard about this before. it’s called Hanahaki disease. it is when flowers grow in the lungs and around the heart, usually when it comes to unrequited love. lost a few Alteans to it long ago when traveling the universe, although I’m not sure how a human has caught it? it’s quite interesting.”

“Yeah, yeah super interesting, but there’s a way to get rid of it, yeah? I mean, if you’ve lost people because of it-”

“Don’t worry lad, there are ways of curing it. the simplest way is to confess your feelings to the person, but there is always surgery. but of course, there are drawbacks to going through with the surgery.”

“Alright, thanks Coran for the information.”

“glad to help number 3, I hope that your confession is well received and that you feel better soon.” Coran pats Lance’s shoulder before leaving Lance alone with his thoughts.

all he has to do is confess, and then this…hanahulahoop, or whatever it’s called, will go away. except…Lance knows that it’s not because of Hunk. he knows he loves Hunk, and those feeling are returned. but it’s also the fact that…Lance knows who it is about. it’s something that he’s been beating himself up about for weeks on end, and many nights he hates himself because of it.


it’s Keith. somehow that hotheaded, impulsive man has weaseled his way into Lance’s heart, creating chaos for his heart because he still loves Hunk, unconditionally. He wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt him, and yet he’s done the worst thing possible.  he’s found himself in love with Keith as well. And it’s been tearing him apart whenever it crosses his mind. He’s spent countless nights trying to figure out why…why did this have to happen.Lance hasn’t been able to figure out what to do, and now his health is on the line because of the debacle in his heart that has been destroying him mentally and emotionally.

he needs to tell Hunk. it’s unfair to him to keep hiding this from him. but even after everything they’ve been through, all of the ups and down, Lance is scared. He’s scared to tell Hunk, let alone tell Keith. He can’t do that to either of them. He loves both of them too much to bring that kind of pain onto them. Lance groans into his hands, unsure of how to solve any of this mess that he’s put himself in. he just needs time to figure out what to do. Just a little time to sort out his head.

He can hide this for a few days, just until he figures out how to tell the both of them.


Lance is hiding something from him. Hunk is sure of it. Lance has never been good at hiding stuff from others, especially from Hunk. Usually Lance will come to him on his own after a couple of days of trying to hide from him and they’ll talk things out about what’s been bothering Lance.

So when Hunk can tell that Lance is hiding something from him, he doesn’t mind waiting for him to come on his own accord.

But after two weeks of Lance avoiding Hunk and the others, making up weird excuses about why he’s late to training or dinner, Hunk is seriously contemplating about going to Lance and getting him to talk to him. Yes, it will be much harder than when Lance voluntarily comes to him, but Lance is worth it. He’s always worth it.

Hunk walks up to the blue Paladin’s door and gives it a few knocks. But there’s no response.

“Lance? It’s me. Can you open the door?”

There’s still no response. Hunk lets out a sigh and starts working on the panel to try and get the door to open, but finally, he door opens and Lance hangs out of it halfway looking paler than usual.

“Oh. Hey Hunk.”

Man, Hunk is pretty sure that he’s never heard Lance’s voice be so hoarse before, not even when he had to get his tonsils removed because they were affecting his voice.

“Hey, are you okay? You don’t look too good?” Hunk takes a step closer and places his hand on Lance’s forehead, getting a resounding hum from his boyfriend.

“Yeah, it’s just a….cold. I’ll be fine.” Hunk frowns a bit at the hesitant reply but is more worried about the heat coming from Lance’s forehead. “You might have a fever too. How about I bring by some space noodle soup and look after you.”  Hunk is a bit surprised when Lance moves away from him, hiding behind his door more than before. “ no. No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.” Hunk moves closer to the door, trying to get Lance to come back out again. “But I want to. I want to take care of my boyfriend.” Lance shrinks further behind his door, coughing raggedly into the crook of his elbow. Hunk is now extremely worried by how bad his cough is, Hunk keeps following Lance farther and farther into his room, and it’s when Lane tries to say something, Hunk sees the blood stain on Lance’s sleeve. Hunk immediately takes hold of Lance’s arm, his eyes trained on the large blood stain in such horror. How could it be so bad? Why didn’t Lance come to earlier? Why is Lance shaking his head? Did Hunk somehow break Lance’s trust so much that he didn’t trust him to tell him about how sick he was?! No. no, right now he can’t let himself worry about why right now. Lance needed serious medical help. Now.

Hunk is pulled out of his head as Lance starts to hack again, still trying to hide behind his free arm, but the coughing doesn’t stop. It only gets worse and worse with no sign of stopping in the slightest. Lance starts to go down to his knees, foregoing trying to hide the blood he continues to cough up in favor of trying to find a full breath. Hunk watches in horror as he watches the love of his life slowly die right before his eyes. He doesn’t stop to question the flowers and vines being coughed up with all the blood; he doesn’t want to stand by as he watches his boyfriend’s life bleed out of his mouth.

Hunk scoops up Lance and runs for his life for the infirmary. Whispering reassurances and support into Lance’s hair. He can’t lose Lance. He can’t. He can’t think about all the blood on Lance’s floor. He can’t think about how much blood and flowers into Hunk’s shirt. If he thinks about it too much he’s going to be sick himself, and he can’t save Lance’s life if he’s freaking out about how is boyfriend is dying in his arms right now.


Hunk doesn’t want to look down. He doesn’t want to see how pale Lance looks. He just needs to make it to the infirmary. He just passed the main deck, he’s almost there.

“-Hu-cough cough-Hunk…”

Just a little further. He’s almost there now. He barely acknowledges the rapid foot steps behind him. Just get to the infirmary that’s the only thing on his mind. Just get to the infirma- a weak tug on the collar of his shirt finally makes look down at the man cradled in his arms. Blood and red-ish petals sticking to his mouth. He looks so fragile, and yet he’s still trying to smile up at Hunk as if nothing is wrong in the world. But everything is wrong. Lance is dying and he doesn’t know why or how it got to this point.

Lance weakly reaches up and rubs at Hunk’s tear stained cheek. He coughs up more blood and vines into his lap, but he still somehow smiles up at Hunk.

“-unk, I’m so-sorry. I nev-cough cough-never wanted to hurt you.”

“You’re going to be fine Lance, I swear! We’re going to solve this like we always do. Together. Just hang on a little longer.”

Hunk practically runs down the doors of the infirmary, the rest of the team just behind them. Hunk looks around, not quite sure what to do now that he’s finally there. Coran doesn’t miss a beat and gets a pod setup for Lance.

“Hu-Hunk. ‘m sorry. I…Love you.”

“I love you too Lance, so don’t leave me yet. Please. Just hang on a little bit longer.”

“Hunk! The pod is ready!”

Hunk doesn’t waste any time and places Lance into the pod, the glass appearing between them and Lance as they watch with bated breath. Hunk praying to whatever god may be up there for Lance to be okay. For any sign that Lance is going to make it.

Just to even hear his heartbeat on the holographic monitor.


Loki’s Song (Part 9)



So they lived.
The mechanic and the demi god, in their big house on the edge of a wild lake.
Eventually neighbors moved in around them, and then, because Tony demanded that Loki be sociable,  they hosted poker nights, and barbecues on the big deck on warm summer nights.
They had a standing invitation to dinner on every holiday with the sweet old couple who bought the land next to them.

When the winters were too rough, they left to spend weeks in Arizona, passing the time exploring the desert and sipping cold drinks by the pool.
Tony’s money never ran out, even though Loki would have been content to glamour in and out of stores, snapping his fingers and summoning whatever they needed, Tony always insisted on ordering things and paying for them.

One day, when all the news anchors could talk about was the seemingly miraculous return of Captain America, and how refreshing it was to have real heroes back, Tony tossed the television into the lake, and Loki had retrieved it with a roll of his eyes and a stern lecture about littering and not letting his past make him so unhappy.
Tony had cried that night, for what had once been the happiest time of his life, and Loki had held him, pressing his mate’s head to the Mark on his chest, his hand wrapped tight around the corresponding one on Tony’s arm.

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Library AU! w/ Namjoon
  • this is really cheesy and cliche but in this you are a sucker for cliche
  • youve always gone to the library at least once every week, and when you became too busy it was once every two weeks
  • when you were little, you loved the story of beauty and the beast because she had the love of reading
  • the beast made a bad choice and then he got turned into a thing that everyone called a monster
  • which is bull bc who lets a stranger in their house during midnight wtf
  • anyways
  • you wanted your very own prince charming 
  • in the story, they dont like each other at first but fall in love slowly and the idea of falling in love just like a fairy tale seemed so 
  • magical
  • to you
  • but this isnt a beauty and the beast au lmao but thats a good idea im copyrighting that shit
  • anyways yea your favorite library was 3 stories high
  • the first floor was the lobby area, kids place, and a smol lil used bookstore with a cafe next to it
  • it never got loud in any of the floors, even the first one w/ the cafe bc it was just really nice and relaxing
  • it was a place you go to with no one bc the library magical feel would be gone
  • the second floor was the nonfiction sections and computers and shit
  • the last one was the reading area and fiction
  • your love of beauty and the beast also drew you to fiction rather than nonfiction 
  • you always chose the most fantasy like books and read them on the one loveseat sofa in the back
  • you always spread yourself out comfortably and once you even fell asleep in it
  • the security guard woke you up and told you to scram
  • you cried and then he felt bad so he gave you a lollipop 
  • anyways yea
  • you went to the library after a shitty week
  • your boss yelled at you for something you didnt do and you almost lost your job over it and when she found out she didnt even apologize
  • like cmon common courtesy 
  • your music theory professor got mad bc you didnt finish your assignment even tho you got so sick you could barely move and had to cram 4 days work in one night
  • and yea the sickness
  • it was usually every six months that you got that sick bc you apparently have a vvv weak immune system
  • and your professors were very done 
  • then you missed your bus this morning making you late to a meeting with your friends who then got pissed at you even tho it wasnt your fault and the whole week had been terrible
  • you pulled out one of your favorite books and went to sit down but some guy had spread all his books out
  • nonfiction books
  • its not like you had a stigma against them its just if he was gonna sit in your seat the least he could do is read good books
  • and you were extremely unbelievably so very incredibly done with this week so you tell it to him straight
  • “get out of my chair”
  • he looks up at you and for a moment youre stunned by him
  • hes more handsome than you predicted
  • “this doesnt have your name on it”
  • youre so overwhelmed by everything that happened that you just shout 
  • “would you please just move?! im sure youve seen me sit in that chair more than once!” 
  • you know youre being a bitch about a fucking seat but you want that seat so badly
  • “its a seat why are you so upset” he muttered before turning back to his book
  • you drop the book you were holding and storm back home 
  • next time you had a day off, you got up early and waited for the doors to open before racing up to the same seat as before
  • and handsome guy was still there
  • “what the fuck?!” you snap
  • “im a volunteer here, i guessed youd come early”
  • you take a deep breath and say “would you at least move your stuff so i could sit too”
  • he stares at you for a moment and you stare at him
  • and his stupid nametag that somehow he makes look good even tho it ugly
  • you were so close to fainting bc god even his name looks attractive
  • anyways
  • hes not a complete ass so he moves his books to leave the seat open
  • you flop down and start reading
  • you guys stay like that until he has to actually do work 
  • from then on it becomes a routine
  • you two still hated each other tho
  • neither of you knew exactly why but you just did
  • this is turning into an enemies to lovers sorry
  • but he brings one of his friends one day
  • the second you looked at your seat and him and some other dude was sitting on it, and their books and shit covering a good 2 foot radius of the sofa
  • you march up to that fucker 
  • “whAT THE FUCK” you snap 
  • he opens his mouth to reply but you cut him off
  • “why are you here yoongi?!” 
  • the other dude was yoongle man 
  • he was in a few of your lectures and also worked at the same cafe as you
  • “how do you know this lady?” 
  • poor yoongi was being bombarded with questions
  • “she’s in a few of my lessons, and we’re co workers”
  • and namjoon loses it
  • he started yelling at you, but you couldnt really make out what he was saying? 
  • it was just a jumble of “rights blah blah blah library blah seat blah blah wHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE blah blah bLAH AGGRESSIVELY BLAHHING”
  • in the midst of him  talking  yelling yoongi grabs your hand and drags you out
  • “dont mind him, he’s been getting pretty jittery and angry for no reason lately”
  • youre kinda confused so you just go with it and he buys you hot cocoa and a scone (i know some ppl think theyre nasty but have you even tasted vanilla scones from starbucks ok)
  • the next time you come back, namjoon isnt in your seat
  • hes sitting as far away as he could get
  • youre so grateful? but as you start reading, you cant concentrate on the words 
  • you brush it off as you just being tired from work or something
  • when you get home you still feel kinda sad
  • your whole vibe rn is a pale baby blue ish 
  • you just wanna go back to bright green
  • your visits to the library are more frequent simply bc you wanna e n j o y the book instead of longing for that asshole
  • after a good 5 visits later, you go up to that kim namjoon
  • he looks up at you with this questioning expression
  • and w o w did your heart just turn into a butterfly from fluttering so much
  • “youre going to catch flies if you leave your mouth open like that” he chuckles, and goes back to reading
  • you blink in surprise
  • did he just speak to you without insulting you
  • he looks so good with those glasses and his mouth is slightly open in concentration on the words
  • and jesus christ you have a crush on him
  • “why arent you sitting in my seat anymore?” you blurt out
  • “i was under the impression that you didnt want me there, especially after you left with yoongi? arent you two a thing?” 
  • shit
  • was he j e a l o u s
  • he took your silence as a yes and sighed
  • “its okay, i knew it was a short lived crush”
  • no joke
  • you started choking
  • he jumped up from his seat and thumped you on the back
  • he was r e a d y to perform the heimlich 
  • “you like me?” you choked out
  • “y-yea? so what?” he grumbles in a very non namjoon way
  • “we hate each other” 
  • “no, you hate me. i like you”
  • “well i like you too. youre the one who was being an ass”
  • “i cant believe that my girlfriend’s first nickname for me was ‘ass’ “
  • pretty sure everyone’s heads turned when he called you his girlfriend
  • you fell on the couch in mock surprise
  • “g i r l f r i e n d? ? ? ?” 
  • he smiled and nodded
  • “as our first time not pretending we hate each other, why don’t we go have coffee together? it could be a date?”
  • cue the oxygen masks and stretchers for you
  • need less to say you accepted and he was the sweetest man
  • you were literal goals
  • he thought you were the most beautiful person ever and vice versa 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I ask for a hc regarding Jumin trying various "commoner foods" with MC for the first time? He talks a lot about being raised on "proper food". (Also your writing is amazing and you're a blessing thank you :'>)


also i’m gonna write this on foods common in america, since i dont know a lot about Korean food `~`

*cracks knuckles*

Hot Dogs

  • MC insists Jumin has an authentic hot dog from a street vendor, just like they did growing up
  • “hello sir. i’d like one plain hot dog please”
  • MC grabs Jumin’s arm and pulls him away
  • “Jumin, you cant talk like that to a street vendor. he’ll way overcharge you”
  • “but why would the price be different based on how i ask for a hot dog?”
  • oh, Jumin. you’re so hopelessly adorable
  • MC sighs, smiling
  • “just watch. i’ll get us both hot dogs”
  • MC approaches the vendor
  • “gimmie two dogs with ketchup”
  • “that’ll be two bucks”
  • MC turns back to Jumin, smirking, and mouths the word
  • see?
  • Jumin applauds quietly
  • “alright, Jumin. ready for a taste of my childhood?”
  • Jumin wants to say yes but honestly he’s not sure
  • how…how do they get the meat into this weird tube shape?
  • he asks MC
  • “you dont wanna know, sweetheart. now eat your hot dog”
  • Jumin shrugs and bites into it, looking extremely awkward
  • MC giggles watching him try to eat it
  • “i dont really understand this, but i will admit it’s quite delicious”
  • only Jumin can say that he doesnt understand hot dogs and still be the cutest man on the planet


  • MC takes Jumin to an old school diner
  • “this is so…quaint”
  • geez Jumin, you might as well just say you hate it
  • MC picks a booth to sit in and Jumin is just like ???? whY IS THIS CHAIR SO LONG???
  • “MC, i have a few questions about this menu”
  • “dont worry about the menu, Jumin. we’re here for milkshakes”
  • “milkshakes? what is-”
  • “you’ll see”
  • Jumin is ???? but decides to trust MC
  • they order one vanilla milkshake and one strawberry milkshake
  • when the milkshakes get there, MC gives Jumin the vanilla one, leaning forward
  • “well? take a sip!”
  • Jumin takes the cherry from the top of his drink and gently sets it on a napkin, placing it on the table
  • he sips up the thick, sweet milkshake
  • Jumin looks at MC with wide eyes
  • “this is incredible!”
  • MC smiles
  • “i know, right?? and they’re romantic, too”
  • “romantic? but how-”
  • MC takes a bendy straw and puts in Jumin’s drink
  • then, pulling oh Jumin’s sleeve they say
  • “we can drink together”
  • Jumin’s cheeks turn bright red
  • so close!!! in such a public place!!!
  • h e  l o v e s  i t


  • “it’s so loud in here”
  • MC ignores that
  • “alright Jumin, here’s what we’re working with. you can get a salad, quesadilla, burrito, or burrito bowl. i suggest the bowl”
  • there are police sirens screaming in Jumin’s brain right now
  • what,who,i’m,wh confused
  • “wh….what’s in the bowl?”
  • “it’s basically like a deconstructed burrito”
  • “whats in a burrito”
  • oh god, this was a mistake
  • “just stand behind me, i’ll order for you”
  • *while MC is ordering*
  • “MC, doesnt that seem like too much corn?”
  • “okay Jumin why dont you go pick a table and i’ll meet you there in a sec”
  • when MC brings Jumin his food he’s even more confused
  • he sifts through the food with his fork
  • “Jumin, you’re acting like a little kid. just take a bite!”
  • MC happily munches down on their own bowl
  • is takes a few seconds for Jumin to even get enough food on his fork
  • finally, he’s ready to take a bite
  • “oh, interesting. this ‘bowl’ isnt exactly aesthetically appealing but it tastes quite nice”
  • MC rolls their eyes but still smiles
  • “i’m glad you like it, weirdo”
  • they take a small cup of guac out and eats some chips with it
  • “MC, whats that youre eating now?”
  • “just finish you’re bowl, Jumin. one new thing at a time”


  • Jumin was working hard, even though it was saturday
  • MC comes into his study, singing
  • “lunch is served!”
  • Jumin looks away from his papers, beaming at MC
  • “my darling, its so pleasant to see your face. what are we having for lunch today?”
  • MC dramatically places a plate with a sandwich neatly cut diagonally, and a few apple slices with triangles cut out at the top
  • Jumin tilts his head
  • “whats all this?”
  • “my favorite lunch since i was little! PB&J and bunny apple slices”
  • “PB&J?”
  • “it means peanut butter and jelly. it’s what’s in the sandwich!”
  • Jumin doesnt have the heart to tell MC that peanut butter and grape jelly sounds like a terrible combination, so he just smiles and bites into the sandwich
  • boy, was he wrong
  • “MC, this is incredible! how did you come up with this?”
  • MC laughs
  • “i didnt come up with it!”
  • “who did?”
  • “…i…i dont know….?”
  • Jumin takes another big bite of the sandwich
  • he wonders if there are cat friendly peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
  • elizabeth has got to try this

PS: this is what bunny apple slices look like

cute, right? i feel like Jumin would go nuts over them

thanks for the request, i really hope you like it!!