yeah they did hate each other

anonymous asked:

were you two close before you started doing unsolved? have you gotten closer since starting? did you think the show would take off so much??

R: We had done Test Friends before Unsolved and we also sat next to each other from the time we were interns to now. So, yeah, I’d say so. As the show has progressed, I’ve definitely gotten to the point where I can appreciate how much I HATE him… jk we’re pals. I did not think the show would take off the way it has, and I’m thankful that there’s now a community of people who not only enjoy the show, but also, a community of people who I relate to. I just think that’s so cool, thanks for that. 

S: Yeah, we were always in close proximity to each other at work and have shared interests, so we’ve always gotten along. Beyond enjoying spookythings we also have a mutual appreciation for things like popcorn and the motion picture Speed Racer, a movie Ryan loves maybe even more than I do.

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Batfamily NSFW headcanons

Well, here it is. Because of the nature of the questions, IT IS NSFW, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, do not read, I have PLENTY of other work that aren’t NSFW at all that you can check ;-) (right here, my masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com). Anyway, I’m not great at writing headcanons so thought I practice a bit…hope you’ll still like it :

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The Goodies-

Bruce Wayne

  • What turns them on?

✶When you touch him inappropriately in public. Especially at charities, galas and other balls. It drives him crazy the way you do it so sneakily so that no one but him notice. It’s a sure way to convince him to go home earlier. 
✶Seeing you putting someone in their place with your wits and sarcasms after they’ve been rude to you…Oh he lives for this, and will have trouble to concentrate on anything else but wanting you. 
✶Your smile. Your laugh. The way you light up his dark World.
✶That man has a thing with lifting your skirt slowly, and putting your panties aside. He couldn’t even tell you why, he just loves it. And obviously, it instantly turns him on when you let him.
✶Knowing that the emotions he feels for you can outlast the orgasm you both had. Oh yes. Knowing he’s loved, and can let go with you. 

  • What turns them off?

There is very few things that turns him off when he’s with you, if not nothing (like literally, even when you’re being annoying, or when he’s being an ass, or if you just woke up and are disheveled and not really attractive…he’d still want you), as everything you do is just…Wow. He can’t get enough of you. Everything you do turns him on really. But He had experiences with other women before… :
✶Women who couldn’t handle a simple conversation. No connection at all with them, just sex. In and out, and then they’d be gone. He hated that. Which makes him love you more when you just spent time in each others arms talking about anything and everything. You’re the only one that makes him want to talk about what he feels and such…It’s a big relief. You’re his big relief. 
✶He use to hate SO MUCH when he took a woman out that had a “fake hollywood accent”, or any fake accent. A lot of fake French one. They thought it made them more interesting, but the only thing it did, was making them super annoying to hear so…Yeah, massive turn off. He cringed more than once because of a high pitched voice, or an annoying one with a stupid fake accent.
✶Narcissism turned him off instantly. Oh the many women Alfred had to escort out because Bruce misjudge them…It happened to him a lot when he was younger, long before meeting you. He thought he’d find a kindred spirit, but turned out, it would just be a woman who wanted him for his money and fame, and who thought she was irresistible. Spoiler : those kind of women were rarely irresistible, to him at least. He could resist them very well. He could resist most women very well…But you. Oh you, it’s impossible. 
✶Lack of passion. He just cannot even think about dating someone who isn’t passionate about anything. 
✶Fake tits. That doesn’t even remotely look (or feel) natural. Fuck them. And oh the women he went out as a younger man had a lot of fake things physically (fake ass, tits, teeth, nose…), every thing was fake in them really, to their personality and smiles. He hated that with a passion, and often wished he could drop the “womanizer” and “playboy” persona, that wasn’t like his real him at all…Everything changed when you came in. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, nothing fake about you (for real though, if you wanna tell him to fuck off because he’s being an asshole, they you’ll do so, and he loves that!). 

  • Kinks?

Nearly violent sex. Bitey, grabby, pinny, not-holding-back sex. Paired with sweet words of encouragement and gentle forehead/Cheek kisses.
✶Surprise sex. You waking him up because his cock is in your mouth. Him whipping you around while you walk around the Manor, and boom.
✶Sex after an injury. He loves the way you’re careful with him, or how he needs to take care of you because you’re hurt. 
✶He likes giving more than receiving. WITH YOU. Because he feels like he has to thank you to put up with his shit and antics…And you do it so well, oh he just has to please you. Doesn’t mean he’s against a good old blowjob though. Oh, and damn, the good old 69 am I right ? 
✶He can be vanilla and/or rough, and you love it. He would never really hurt you (even if you ask him too, just light biting really), and most of the time you make love, rarely just fucking (unless you haven’t seen each other for a long time and you just need it)…He’s all for the sweet and cuddly aftercare. Cheesy man. 

Richard Grayson

  • What turns them on?

✶You. Your mere presence. A slight touch of your fingers on his arms. And he’s gone. It’s not always great, like, you’d be in public and you’d just touch his thigh softly, as you do, and he’d give you “that look”…
✶Snuggles. Cuddles. Oh yes. 
✶Neck kisses. It drives him beyond wild. 
✶He will get harder inside you by the mere sound of your moans…And hearing you orgasm, clenching around him, is a sure way to send him over the edge too. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Being with someone boring. Glad he found you. 
✶If he’s with a “selfish lover”. He doesn’t mind giving at all, but for him, making love is a way to show mutual respect, to show how much you mean for each other…so if he’s with someone who only think about themselves ? No.
✶When his partner is too forward about wanting sex. “Want to fuck ?” Oh. Nope, he likes when it’s subtle. When you give him sultry looks and such. He likes the building up. 
✶Bad breath. As simple as that. 

  • Kinks?

✶Once, he was arguing with you and in the heat of the moment, you slapped his face. Of course you excused yourself profusely, until you realized he went from being annoyed to argue to being very aroused…You both learned something about him that day. So, light BDSM. Who would’ve thought ?
✶He lives for silly giggly sex. Pleasure, your moans and bad puns, how could it get better than this ? 
✶Women’s mid sections. He loves slight belly and curvy hips. As simple as that.
✶He’s a sucker for romantic evening, that turns hot and steamy. 
✶Rubbing your legs, ass and back during the act. Oh yeah. 

Jason Todd

  • What turns them on?

✶Seeing you punching people. It sounds awful, but the way you don’t let anyone walk on your feet and don’t hesitate to punch people even twice your size…He loves it. 
✶If you wear a dress, your legs will instantly turn him on. He loves your legs. Especially when wrapped around his waist. 
✶You love to dance, and hum songs you like…Big turn on every time, as he can’t get enough of your voice, and you’re damn sexy when you dance. 
✶When you’re trying to contain yourself, but simply cannot. Muscles spasm and contort as you climax.

  • What turns them off?

✶Judgmental people. The kind who decides what you are before knowing you.
✶The daddy kink. Oh God, NO. 
✶It’s something kinda silly, he knows, but he hates long unclipped toe nails. Ew. You laughed the first time he told you. Well, yeah, it’s super gross. 
✶Lacks of enthusiasm and initiative. He can’t be with a woman who lets him do everything, chose everything for her. And who never initiates anything. Basically, the opposite of you. 

  • Kinks?

✶Clothed sex, because it feels like you two are so hungry for each other, that you just can’t bother getting all the clothes off. 
✶Sex games. First one to come loses. 
✶Public and semi-public sex. Hey, he likes danger. When you two are almost caught…Oh the thrill.
✶He’s very creative when it comes to sexual position. As long as your comfortable of course…He’s sure glad you’re flexible by the way.

Timothy Drake

  • What turns them on?

✶Intelligent woman. Intelligence in general. 
✶The way you look at him, with so much love, that makes him feel like he’s really wanted and needed…Sometimes, he just needs validation, as he doesn’t always gets it with his family. Fortunately, you’re here for that. 
✶Nibbling on his ears and neck, while whispering sweet nothing.
✶Eye contact. He just loves it. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Loud people. Oh God can’t they shut up ? He hasn’t slept for the past 36 hours and they’re making his head explode. Instant turn off if there’s too many noises. Though he loves your screams…It’s different ok ? 
✶If you starfish. Making love is a thing he wants to do with you, not to a very passive you. Fortunately, you’re never able to “starfish”…you’d do it as a joke sometimes, because you know he doesn’t like it, and then you wouldn’t be able to resist moving in sync with him.
✶Nothing to talk about but yourself. Someone obsessed with themselves. Oh he hates it. He’s so glad he didn’t find someone who didn’t had any subject else than themselves. He’s so glad he found you. Because with the name “Wayne” comes a plethora of women only interested in money and fame, who loves no one else but themselves. 
✶He hates feigned incompetence. Like a girl who acts like she doesn’t know anything about sex, while she’s clearly experienced. He always feels manipulated when this happens…

  • Kinks?

✶He loves to “discover boundaries”. Like what you like, dislike, what you two are willing to do, the extent you can go etc etc..Knowing just until where both of your boundaries go. 
✶You two nerds invented a secret “sex langage” to be able to talk about it in public. Of course you would.  
✶Nerdy dirty talk. Oh the puns about technologies, and pop culture you two are able to get out while making love : it’s endless. And he loves it. It makes him feel like he found just the perfect person for him. And you really are. 
✶Lazy morning sex. Bath sex. Those private moment with you, where you can just both enjoy each other. Domestic moment sex if that makes sense. 

Damian Wayne (older than his current age of course)

  • What turns them on?

✶Training together, seeing you fight and such. The way your body moves…Gets him every time. 
✶The way you look at him and tell him “I love you”. He’ll never get tired of it. Seeing the love in your eyes for him, knowing you mean it, that there’s at least one person in the world that really love and appreciate his bratty ass. 
✶When you caress his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Soothing and arousing at the same time. 
✶The way you bite your lips or stick out your tongue when you’re focused. 

  • What turns them off?

✶He tries to be nice about it but…Body odors. If you smell because you two jumped on each other before you could take a shower…Instant turn off. Even his own smell could turn him off. Basically, if it smells bad, he won’t be able to concentrate on sex at all. He’s a living paradox however as he loves the smell of your sweat.
✶Hurting you. 
✶Rude and vulgar people. 
✶Lack of empathy.

  • Kinks?

✶Sensory deprivation. Like blindfolded, so you have to rely on trust and such. Or handcuffed, so you can’t touch and…again trust comes in. Sometimes, he would put headphones on your ears, so you wouldn’t know what his next move is by the sound…Basically, knowing you trust him and letting him do all that. 
✶He likes trying new things.But will never do anything you’re uncomfortable doing of course. Consent is key.  
✶Always the tease though. 
✶Sometimes, he’ll argue with you ON PURPOSE just for the amazing make-up sex afterward…Each time you’ll give him a look meaning : “really Damian ?”, and he’ll just smirk back at you. He knows how to push all your buttons, and oh, he just really like the way you are during make-up sex. 
✶You come first. He loves you, he wants you to be comfortable, but he also like trying new things and he’s so damn glad he found someones like you who’s willing to be adventurous. 

Missing Person (Jughead One-Shot)

Summary: Part one of a Jughead series I’m writing.

Part one: Archie and Veronica talk about old days

Word count: 797

Requested? No

Prompts: None

A/n: I will be taking requests for Jughead as of now.

Part 2 Here


Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Archie and Veronica walked side by side, each step another second of the present wasted on focusing on the past. They spoke of simpler times when your school year was designated by a number rather than a name. Archie shared a story of his younger days with Betty which soon ended in a comfortable silence, followed by Veronica’s query.

“What about him?” She asked gesturing down the road to a beanied author walking away from hanging a missing person’s poster on poles and mailboxes. “Doesn’t he fit in to your tales?”

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

Archie was hesitant. “Yeah, we were friends.”

“What about them?” she asked gesturing to the person in the photo. “I’ve seen the posters around town. I thought this place was a quiet one but so far there’s been a dead body and a missing person.”

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Love Letters

Originally posted by joeck


Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: zach dempsey fluff please!! 

Words: 1.735

A/N: This is my first Zach imagine and I hope that you guys like it. This is my last post until friday night, since I’ll be going back to school tomorrow. I am still writing and I can see the feedbacks and requests if there are some. I hope that you guys bear with me and I hope that you understand. Thank you so much, guys.

- G.

Warning: Swearing


Peer Communications was one of the subjects you looked up to everyday and you loved it because you learnt how to behave with people and how to communicate with them. You sometimes asked for help whenever you were down and needed some advices. You also studied some psychological topics and it helped you to be more empathic towards other people.

One more thing you liked about it was the notes of encouragement bag. You could write some anonymous notes to people and put it in their bag. Its purpose was to encourage people so they would value their self-esteem and their existence in this world.

You thought that the idea was amazing and innovative, because it has been awhile since you’ve been secretly receiving love letters from someone from your class. You could admit that the person perfectly cheered you up, making you more confident whenever they would leave one in your bag, but it didn’t help you to kill your curiosity to find out who the person was.

“(Y/N), you look so pretty whenever you smile and it melts me every time I see your lips curving and with those perfect white teeth of yours exposing.” Alex read that little piece of paper with a smirk as you were talking about your secret admirer.

You two were in the library with Zach and Jessica while you were waiting for your next subject: Peer Communications.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Jessica complimented as she took the piece of paper from Alex’s hand and read it once again, with a lower tone this time.

“It is.” You bit your lip as you tried not to smile too much because of it. “I wonder who it is.” You wouldn’t sleep sometimes because of it and, being your ultimate crush, you kind of wished that it was Zach.

“Jesus Christ, that’s too damn corny!” Zach complaint and shook his head.

“Stop being jealous, Dempsey.” You winked at him as you teased him, but you were absolutely broken hearted for his reaction. You shrugged it off since you hinted that he was having a bad day, because he just gathered his things and walked away. “Zach!” You shouted as you tried to stop him.

“Zachary Dempsey!” Jessica tried to stop him too, but he just ignored you and he got out of the library, annoyed and vexed.

“Shh!” The old and stressed librarian scolded you and you just flashed her an apologetic smile. You were embarrassed, because you got some looks from your other fellow students and you heard soft giggles from Alex.

“I’m pulling your septum ring away if you don’t stop.” You threatened him and he suddenly closed his mouth, rolling his eyes. “Just kidding, Standall!” You and Jessica then giggled silently and Alex shook his head.

“(Y/N),” Alex became serious as he looked at you, straight into your eyes. “I think he’s jealous.”

“Jealous? Who?” You corrugated your forehead as you couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” He let his face fall on his hands as he unleashed a long and deep sigh. “Zach!”

“What the fuck are you saying Alex?” You snatched a piece of paper from Alex’s hand and you started to gather your things. It was impossible that Zach was jealous, how could he? Didn’t he think that those stuffs were damn corny? “Don’t think about it that way, Mr. I jump into conclusions easily.”

“Why the fuck are these people so touchy?” Alex complaint as he looked at Jessica and pointed at you. You and Jessica both chuckled because Alex thought that you were annoyed and frustrated.

“I’m not being touchy, bro!” You defended yourself and you looked at your wrist watch for the time. “We’re going to be late if you don’t get your ass up.”

“Alright, let’s go.” They started to gather their things and you all went out of the library as you headed to your next class.

“Wait, I forgot my book!” Jessica exclaimed as she was controlling the books in her bag. “(Y/N), mind joining me?”

“Oh, sure!” You smiled at her and you were about to go away, when Alex stopped you.

“I’ll go with her, go inside the class (Y/N) and save us our seats.” Alex proposed and you just shrugged it off. They both went to Jessica’s locker and you entered your room.

“Zach?” You were surprised to see Zach and he was about to put a piece of paper inside your encouragement bag. How? You thought he never liked those stuffs.

“(Y/N)!” His eyes widened as he saw you entering the room. He didn’t expect to see you and he was frightened because you caught him. “Uhm, I- I…” He stuttered and he didn’t know what to say.

“You are my secret admirer?” You corrugated your forehead as you brought your hand to your slightly opened mouth, shocked of the revelation.

“Uhm,” He wandered around the room as he felt nervous and you could see that he was blushing. “read this.” He walked closer to you and handed you the paper, instead of putting it in your bag. He was already caught in action, why would he even escape?

“Thank you.” You shyly said as you carefully accepted the paper from his hand.
You slowly opened the folded paper and you were honestly excited to read what was written in it.

Dear (Y/N),

Hi! How are you? I know that it’s been awhile since you started receiving love letters from me and your curiosity is killing you every time, I always see you frustrated after reading my notes.
Anyway, I know that I suck at writing, but I wanted to let you know that I am liking you more and more every day. I am happy to be your friend and being just a friend is enough for me, if you don’t feel the same way. I sometimes hope that you feel or will feel the same way about me too, anyway. I am keeping my fingers crossed,

Take care always,
Zach
.

You silently read the short letter as the two of you stood in the middle of your classroom. You looked at Zach and you flashed him a sweet smile. Your heartbeat was getting louder and you became nervous and enthusiastically happy at the same time.

You wondered, though, why he acted strange earlier if he felt that way? Why would he be jealous, like what Alex hypothesized? Damn, look what Alex could do at you!

“Zach, you are the sweetest person ever.” He smiled at you and he pulled you into a hug.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me,” You hugged him back and you were amazed by the height difference that you both had. He was surely tall and you had to admit that you felt a little bit small. “your friendship is enough.” He murmured and you could hear in his voice that he was wishing for more.

“Zach,” You broke the hug so you could see his handsome face. “you are sweet, kind and funny. It’s not impossible to not like you back.” You honestly confessed back and you quickly saw a wide smile forming on his lips, while he fidgeted with his fingers and looking at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

It was true that you had a crush on him for a while now and you never had the guts to admit it because you thought that it was the boy who should do the first step. Yup, old style.

“Rosie’s tonight then?” He happily asked. “So, we can talk about it.”

“Yeah, sure!” You hyperactively nodded and he let out some soft laughs.

You and Zach stared at each other for a while and you both didn’t know what to say because the awkward atmosphere. At that moment, you hated your classmates for not coming inside the classroom until the bell rang and you hated Jessica and Alex because they were taking too much time to get the freaking damn book.

“Zach!” You suddenly blurted out as you remembered that something was bothering you. “Why did you say that those stuffs were corny if you were the one who writes them?”

“The one that Alex has read wasn’t from me.” He seemed disturbed at the thought of that little letter.

“So, you were really jealous?” You smirked as you teased him and he rolled his eyes.

“Uhm, yes,” He almost whispered as he answered your question sincerely. He looked at the ground as he tried to hide his reddish face. “because I saw that you were so happy because of it and I thought that you didn’t like me and you liked that one, instead.“ He explained and you just giggled. You didn’t know that he was that possessive and you honestly loved it. A possessive and overprotective boyfriend was what you were asking for.

“Silly!” You shook your head because he thought that you didn’t like him. “I still wonder who wrote that note though.”

“My fault!” Alex entered the classroom and winked at Zach, who was already giving him a death glare. You raised an eyebrow as you asked for explanations from that vexatious friend of yours. “I knew that he liked you and I told you that he was jealous.”

“Damn it, Standall!” Zach complaint, but Alex didn’t seem to care that much. You smiled because you understood what he tried to do and you couldn’t help but to love that idiot even more, of course, as a friend.

“Congrats!” He cheerfully teased the two of you. “By the way, I really thought that you have a really nice and perfect smile, (Y/N), and I can confirm it now.” He pointed it out as he saw you smiling widely for his actions.

You shook your head together with and stopped as soon as the bell rang. You went to your seats as the other students came inside the room. You kept on getting smirks and teasing winks from Alex, but you just threw him a crumpled paper in response.

Your favourite subject was about to start and you wanted to thank your teacher for making those bags of encouragement up. It was really a useful and a pleasant idea.

At least, it helped you to be more confident and it has got you a date for that night.


Dating Jughead Jones would include:

Originally posted by phebobuffay

• stealing his beanie and him hating it every single time

• “You know, I do need that.”

• “but my head is cold.”

• him showing you his writing and asking for your opinion, especially when he’s stuck

• spending hours and hours at Pop’s with him, helping with Blue and Gold stuff, even though you aren’t technically a part of it

• letting him steal the cherry from your milkshake even though you love them

• stealing fries off his plate as your twisted revenge

• “Hey! Fries are off limits!”

• “I’m paying for both of us!”

• him being slightly possessive over you and you loving it completely

• helping him when he has no where to stay

• he takes a while to open up but after that he confides in you with everything

• literally

e v e r y t h i n g

• from his emotional issues to his mildly unconventional sexual fantasies

• helping him play out those fantasies

• sticking by him when he joins the Serpents

• also secretly loving the dangerous side that comes out in him because of that

• staying with him all the time when his south side host family let’s him stay at FP’s empty place (which is often)

• stealing his Serpents jacket

• he doesn’t hate that at all, in fact it’s one of his favourite things to come home to

• “Hey babe, I’ll be home in an hour.”

• “That’s so long though!”

• “Put on the jacket and I might make it back in 45 minutes.”

• “That’s literally all I’m wearing.”

• “… I’m coming home now.”

• going with him to see FP every week at least once

• FP l o v i n g you and insisting Jug at least introduce you to the Serpents

• he does, proudly, and they all welcome you with open arms

• going to visit him at Southside High whenever possible

• he gets more and more open with PDA the longer you’re together, even more so when someones making eyes at you

• him standing in the hallway when you’re in the shower because you sing when you shower and he loves your voice

• watching movies you hate all the time because you know how much he loves them

• gentle, sweet kisses in the morning and right after you sleep together

• him constantly making sure you’re comfortable

• “Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third!”

• “what did I do now?!”

• hanging out with the gang and constantly being asked about your intimate details

• “okay, but who takes charge?”

• “why would we tell you th-”

• “Jug does.”

• he pretends he hates it but you don’t miss the little smirk on his face when you brag and gush about him

• him never being afraid to cry in front of you

• texting snail emojis back and forth when you aren’t together just to make sure each other is okay

• “why did we choose snails?”

• “because it takes you six years to text back”

• *three hours later* “oh yeah”

• “you did that on purpose”

• not saying ‘I love you’ often but meaning it so deeply when you do

• feeling safe

• making him feel safe

• being his family

anonymous asked:

I want all the angst in the world. So harry and reader have been dating for 2/3 years now and he's absolutely in love with her and she loves him and he writes an entire album about her and she realizes while he's on tour and that maybe he deserves better than her bc she's afraid of commitment bc her parents didnt have the best marriage and she's just pessimistic so she decides to break up with harry after tour's done and he's heartbroken and shes a mess (to be continued)

And he starts working in his next album and its all sad and heartbroken and he starts tour for that album and she shows up to one of the shows and comes clean about how shes scared and all that and says she misses him and still loves him and he says the same and just all the angst and all the fluffly make up. Idk feel free to play around with it lol

hello, here’s some songs i listened to while writing this: what i know - parachute, alright - keaton henson, crowded places - banks, youth - haux

You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the window, the rain pattering against the glass is the only sound that’s grounding you. The sight of dripping of water sliding down the glass is hypnotizing. You can’t think of anything else because you know the second you let your mind wander, you’ll start crying again and your body has had enough of that.

The same questions continue to echo in your head whenever you let yourself think.

Where is he? Is he thinking of me? Does his chest feel tight when he breathes, too?

And the most damning question, the one that has you hyperventilating whenever you make yourself really think about it.

Does he hate me?

He has to, he has every right to, after what you did.

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i feel like some movie/ tv show creators seriously underestimated me like did they honestly think i didn’t have it in me to ship 2 characters who look good just standing next to each other????

i like that one scene from the ember island players where actor katara was like “i’ve always had eyes for you” or something like that to actor zuko and then katara and zuko awkwardly look at each other and shift away. i feel like a lot of people write it off as bryke trying to dissuade watchers from shipping zutara but like honestly??

the look they give each other is not one of disgust. they’re uncomfortable with the statement because guess what? oh shit, when they were in the crystal catacombs they saw each other in a completely new light (obviously not to the extent of being in a relationship but i’ll get to my point). so as a “delusional zutara shipper” i like to think they were more unsure of the prospect of where their relationship might be if the zuko betrayal never happened in the crossroads of destiny, rather than being disgusted at the statement

they were uncomfortable with the line because they probably realised it was lowkey true. that whole crystal catacomb scene when they were talking about their mothers and zuko’s scar and katara’s hate for the fire nation, that is a really significant conversation to have considering they barely even knew each other at that time? they were so quick to accept and trust each other (and if azula hadn’t manipulated zuko into changing his mind, imagine how immense that trust and respect would be at that same time)

so like yeah, they did always have eyes for each other. they always knew they trusted each other. they always felt as if it would be easy to work together. they saw themselves in each other, and were willing to put their past aside to work together. and it was ruined and yet even when they (katara especially) tried to hate the other, they couldn’t shake those thoughts of how quickly they would’ve dropped everything to give the other a chance. they had eyes for what could’ve been

for katara, i’d say she uncomfortably shifted away because she knows this and she’s thought about it a lot. for zuko, he did it because he also knows this and he regrets his decision to give their alliance a shot. because they had eyes for each other, they subconsciously knew they would make the perfect team even without directly knowing it

Just Hamilton Things

Recently, I’ve been reading Ron Chernow’s ‘Alexander Hamilton’ biography, and there’s a few things in there I find note-worthy. (If you’re as obsessed with Hamilton as I am, I do recommend reading this book. It is, after all, the foundation on which Lin-Manuel Miranda built ‘Hamilton’ and it gets into a lot of depth about Ham’s life. The excessive amount of research done for this book amazes me. I applaud you Ron Chernow.)

  • One time during the war, civilians in Broadway tore down a large statue of King George then melted it down and made 42,088 bullets, a fact which I find, for some reason, utterly savage
  • It’s no wonder people thought Hamilton and Laurens were gay, the letters they wrote to each other, primarily, the letters Hamilton wrote to Laurens… ah, I’ll just leave the examples down below

Hamilton to Laurens: “Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my dear Laurens, it might be in my power by action rather than words to convince you that I love you.”

Not enough for you? But wait, the letter goes on to say later:

You should have not taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent.”

Another one from Hamilton to Laurens: “I have written you five or six letters since you left Philadelphia and I should have written you more had you made a proper return,”

Looks like Ham is being clingy. He even admits to it:

“But, like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued.”

After his engagement to Eliza, he writes to Laurens again saying:

“In spite of Schuyler’s (Eliza’s) black eyes, I have still a part for the public and another for you.”

  • Hamilton made dick jokes. He wrote to Laurens about finding a wife making bawdy references to ‘the size of his nose’.… his dick, guys. He was talking about his dick.
  • Before their famous duel in 1804, Burr was so broke, he asked even Hamilton for help. (Note, they already hated each other at the time.)  Burr came to Hamilton early in the morning and you can imagine the awkwardness of the situation. Like, “Hey bro,  did I wake you? Yeah, sorry about that. Hey, I know we hate each other and stuff, but could you like, help me out here, since you’re so good with money and shizzz?”
    The best part was, Hamilton did help, and managed to raise 10,000 dollars in cash for Burr…… and still Burr shot him. Savage.
  • Hamilton impressed Adams’ cabinet and there was a conversation that went a little something like this
    Adams: Whom shall we appoint Commander-In-Chief?
    Pickering: Hamilton
    Adams: lol no, pick someone else
    Pickering: But sirrrr, Hamilton is fully qualified-
    Adams: NOT HAMILTON.
  • While the Reynolds affair was going on and Eliza was away, Hamilton wrote letters urging her to stay far, far away from home as he was “greatly concerned for her health”. Yeahhhh. Riiiiight. You two-faced little LIAR.
  • To make the above worse, Eliza, despite the affair, did remain wholly devoted to Hamilton. In fact, when she was old, she is supposed to have said, “I am so tired, it is long, I want to see Hamilton.”
    IT’S OKAY ELIZA, I DIDN’T NEED MY HEART ANYWAY
  • Okay, last fact to wrap things up. After Burr shot Hamilton in the duel, he showed no remorse for it, he took the entire event with a touch of humor. Burr is supposed to have made facetious references to, “my friend Hamilton, whom I shot.” What a savage.
Your Name and Kiss Belong in the Same Sentence

Summary: Neither Dan or Phil has ever had a boyfriend before and they think that part of the reason might be because nobody even realises they like boys.  So, as best friends do, they decide to pretend to date each other, that way at least it’s obvious they aren’t straight.  And with an agreed upon set of boundaries, nothing can go wrong.  Right?

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: swearing, anxiety attack, underage drinking/alcohol

A/N: me actually finishing a fic?? who knew this was even possible anymore lmao (although i found 6k of this already done in my drafts from october so?? does this even count).  also tysm to leah for letting me scream at her about this and for editing it for me, you’re the best <33

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Dan and Phil had been best friends for what felt like forever.  They had grown up together, in houses only a few blocks away and couldn’t remember a time where they hadn’t known each other.  They had always been Dan and Phil, their names never separated.

Everyone had warned them that friends often grow apart over time, especially as they moved from middle school to high school.  For some reason people seemed to think that there was no way that the two boys could stay as close friends as they were forever.

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The Arrangement (Part 9)

Originally posted by grumpycatdixon

Summary: You and Dean have an interesting morning, but Sam interrupts. Later, you and Mary have a little heart to heart, and Dean says something surprising.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings (don’t read unless you want some spoilers): mild smutiness / smutty thoughts, language, sexual tension per usual

A/N: Because the response to this fic has been so amazing, and I love you guys, here’s part nine early!! (Also I feel bad because this is MORE buildup to the gala. But I think you’ll like it) Once more, feedback is always welcome!

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Being Best Friends With Peter Parker And Liking Each Other Would Include:

Hey everyone!!! This is my first time writing something like this. I’ve seen these on Tumblr and these are some of my favorites to read so I thought ‘why not?’ I hope you guys enjoy! Don’t forget to leave requests and things in my inbox (it would make me super happy if you did). I love you guys! Hollanders for the win <3

- Xoxo K


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Warnings: None really. Just some kissing, but nothing to be worried about.

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Being Best Friends With Peter Parker And Liking Each Other Would Include:


- Everyone waiting for you two to get together.
- All of the Avengers, all your friends from school, even Aunt May was trying to get you two together.
- Tony trying to play match maker.
- Aunt May listening in on you and Peter when you’re hanging out in his room, even if you’re just doing homework.
- Just in case one of you makes a move.

- “Peter, I think you should just tell her how you feel”

- “How do you know about that Aunt May?!”

- “You talk about her all the time, Peter what am I supposed to think?”

-“…”

- You knowing that he’s Spider-Man because you trust each other with your lives.
- Him ALWAYS coming to your window at night.
- EVERY.SINGLE.NIGHT.

- “Peter, you need to be more careful. I hate it when you come to my window in the middle of the night with injuries. I hate seeing you hurt”

- “I’m really sorry, Y/N”

- “I’m serious, Peter. Be careful!

- "Y-Y/N-”

- “What if there’s one night where you don’t come to my window?

- "Y-Y/N-”

- “That w-”

- You being taken aback by the fact that Peter JUST KISSED YOU!!!

- “Did you just… kiss… me?”

- “Yeah… I really like you”

- Him being taken aback by the fact that YOU kissed HIM.

- “I like you too, Peter”

- “I kinda got that from the kiss”

- Aunt May being excited when she finds out that you and Peter became an item.
- You and Peter being super cuddly and touchy around each other.
- Aunt May being even more watchful of you two since you guys are totally all over each other.
- She once asked Peter to leave the door open while you two were studying.
- Everybody shipping you two.
- You and Peter being a match made in heaven.

[I’m On Fire] - Part 3

AU!Jeffrey x Reader

[Prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: I wanted to write a flashback on how these two met, especially since they have such a huge age gap. In case any of you were curious – Also, I have been having such a serious struggle writing part 3 so if this is shitty or disappointed you guys in anyway…I’m so sorry in advance >.< I’ve written two different versions which I hated and now that I finished this draft I just wanted to post it without thinking. UGH again I’m sorry if its shitty. 

Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Fluff

Part 2 || Masterlist 

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Alma was bustling with life.

Students, lovers and friends gathered together in the tiny narrow restaurant bumping elbows by the dinner tables and getting to know one another as they crowded the bar. The walls were painted an aztec blue, decorated and adorned with textiles of white, orange and mustard yellow. The eclectic music was drowned out by the sound of heavy chatter and the clinking of wine glasses.

Juxtaposing this lively atmosphere, you found yourself seated across Phoebe and Regina spending the first half of your night dealing with their chilling stares and withdrawn attitudes.

No matter how many times you profusely apologised to them, they didn’t appear to be in a forgiving mood.

“Did you guys forget how we became friends in the first place?”, you argued after they continued refusing to accept your hurtful “excuses”.

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“Hey, are you free Wednesday afternoon?” Chowder asks.

Dex checks his phone. “Yeah, man. Project time?”

“Sure thing.” Chowder enters it in his calendar. “Should I text Chad?”

Dex shrugs. “Can’t believe we have to work with a lax bro.” He imitates their professor’s voice. “Good, good. A team of athletes. No trouble scheduling.”

“Except our practices are all mornings,” Chowder says, and groans. “What is it with Bitty and Soviet morning calisthenics?”

Dex shrugs. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

Chowder shudders. Then he nudges him. “So,” he says. “I’m not gonna pry. But–okay, stop me if I’m going too far.” Dex looks curious but not alarmed. “So I go down to start my laundry in the basement, and you were down there fixing the dryer, and so was Nursey, yeah?” Now Dex looks alarmed. “And I went back up the stairs as soon as I figured out you guys were busy.” Chowder puts giant air quotes around ‘busy.’

“Thanks,” Dex says.

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Eddie had no idea why he was so nervous. It was just Richie. His Richie, his best friend. Trashmouth. They’d hung out countless times before. However even Eddie knew that this wasn’t like any of the other times they’d hung out. For starters, none of their other friends were going to be there, it was just the two of them. Second they were going out for dinner to the new Pizza place that opened up and then they were going bowling, and third, it was a date.

Richie Tozier, his best friend since fucking pre-school, and the guy whom he’d had feelings for since he was at least fifteen had asked him out on a date…and it was not followed up by some rude joke about his mom.

He checked himself in the mirror again, making sure that everything was perfect, and he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. 6.55pm. In five minutes Richie would be knocking on his door to take him out. He was picking him up in his car that he’d spent all summer saving up for. Personally, Eddie thought it could use a good clean with extremely strong disinfectant but he didn’t say anything because the car had meant so much to Richie. It was something had he’d gotten all by himself, all because he worked hard for it.

He was broken out of his thoughts by the doorbell ringing and he reached into his pocket and pulled out his inhaler, taking a puff. Even though a few years ago he’d found out that he actually didn’t have asthma, having the inhaler there to use was a comfort to him. He was also very touched to find out from Bill that Richie keeps a spare inhaler in his bag, just in case Eddie loses his.

He heard his mother answer the door and a familiar voice float up the stairs, “Hi Mrs K! Looking stunning as usual, is that a new dress you’re wearing?” Eddie rolled his eyes as he heard his mother scoff and warn him to have Eddie home before midnight.

He took that as his cue to head down the stairs and when he saw Richie at the bottom, leaning against the wall with his trademark smirk, his glasses just falling down his nose slightly, Eddie swore he felt his heart stop. “Wow Eds, you brush up nice, hoping to get lucky?” He teased, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Instead of Eddie smacking Richie, or glaring at him like he usually would, he just blurted out, “Did you know that when hippopotamus’ are upset their sweat turns red?” Eddie could swear his face was bright red at this point. What was wrong with him? He cleared his throat, as Richie let out a very light laugh.

“Good to know Eds, you really are full of surprises aren’t you?” Richie fixed his glasses and opened the front door, “Ready?” Eddie just nodded and followed him out of the house and towards where he’d parked the car.

Eddie stopped short as he took in the vehicle in front of him, as it was spotless. Not a single ounce of dirt that Eddie had noticed before could be seen and he realised that Richie had cleaned the car out completely just so Eddie would feel comfortable sitting in it. This fact alone made him fall just that little but more in love with his best friend, not that he’d tell Richie that, not yet anyway. They had to get through this date first.

The ride to the restaurant wasn’t as awkward as Eddie thought it was going to be, they talked about school, and the football tryouts, and Ben and Beverley’s new found relationship. Hell they even talked about Stan and Bill who’d been together since the beginning of Sophomore year. Richie even made his fair share of ‘your mom,’ jokes that earned his glare from Eddie.

When Richie pulled up outside of the restaurant however, the nerves from before came back, setting in the pit of his stomach. What if he messed up? What if he said something and Richie realised it was all a big mistake asking him out? There was too much riding on this date, Eddies heart was literally on the line and it scared him a little.

“-arth to Eds?” Richie’s voice broke through his thoughts and he glanced up to find Richie mere inches from his face, prompting another blush to rise up his cheeks. “You’re such a cutie when you blush Eds,” he offered him his arm, “C’mon.”

“Did you know that in 2015 more people were killed from taking selfies than from shark attacks?” He blurted out and Richie blinked, looking perplexed for a moment before he grinned.

“Better not take any selfies then huh? Wouldn’t want to deprive the world of this awesomeness would I?” He winked and gestured to himself, pulling Eddie into the restaurant and they were led to their table.

And that was how the rest of the date went from there on in. Whenever Richie made a comment in regards to how Eddie looked, how cute he was or even mentioned one of the many nicknames he had for him, Eddie would blurt out another random fact.

“Did you know Heart Attacks are more likely to happen on a Monday?”

“Did you know bananas are curved because they grow towards the sun?”

‘Did you know that movie trailers were originally shown after the movie, which was why they are named trailers?”

Yeah, you get it.

Also not to mention he got pizza sauce all over his shirt, spilled a glass of water and tripped over his shoelaces when he went to use the bathroom. Richie was never going to want to come out with him again and they hadn’t even made it to the bowling yet.

Richie however, was taking it all in his stride. It had taken him to when Eddie started rambling about bananas to figure out that his best friend was nervous. Extremely so, and Richie thought it was the cutest thing ever. Damn, he had it bad. Once he’s paid the bill, much to Eddie’s protest - “I asked you out Eds, therefore I pay.” - they headed back out to the car. They stopped by the door and Eddie looked at his shoes again. “Ed-“

“Did you know that a baby-“ he was cut off by Richie’s finger on his lips, effectively shutting him up. He held back the urge to comment on how many germs would be on Richie’s finger that was now pressed against his lips as Richie looked as though he was going to start talking.

“You don’t have to be so nervous Eds,” he said simply, no joke behind his words as he removed his finger

Eddies mouth opened and closed a few times before he sighed, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Richie- it’s just I tend to spout out random facts when I’m nervous.” He pressed his back up against the car and looked down.

Richie frowned and reached a hand out to tilt Eddie’s face back up, so he was looking at him, “Don’t be sorry,” he said softly and Eddie couldn’t look away. Richie face was so close to his and all he desperately wanted to do was lean forward and close the distance between them, but he didn’t.

A comfortable silence stretched out between them before Richie spoke up again, voice much softer than Eddie had ever heard it before, “Forgive me if I’m misreading things-“ he stopped and Eddie’s eyes widened, opening his mouth to ask Richie to finish the sentence, when a smirk broke out on his face, and in pure Richie fashion he finished, “But do you want to make out?

Eddie’s jaw dropped as he registered Richie’s words and could barley manage a nod before a pair of chapped lips were covering his own. Now no mental preparation or discussion could ever have prepared him for the way Richie’s mouth felt on his, and he didn’t even think about how many germs would be in mouth, on his tongue that was-oh- that was running along his bottom lip, coaxing his lips apart so he could give Eddie a proper kiss. None of this closed mouth shit.

When the need for air was too prominent, they slowly pulled away, but instead of taking a step back, Richie pressed his forehead to Eddies. Eddie opened his eyes- when had he closed them?- and met Richie’s with a soft smile on his lips. They stood their in silence for a while longer, enjoying each others company before Richie spoke up again, “You’ll come with me to homecoming right?” He asked and Eddie’s stomach did flips because he knew that Richie hated all those school dance things, but Richie knew that Eddie loved them.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “Yes of course.”

“Wanna skip bowling and make out in the back of my car? Maybe if you ask nicely you’ll get to see how long my wang really is!” Richie suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows, earning him a smack to the arm from Eddie. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

Eddie just rolled his eyes and got into the passenger seat, “If you beat me at bowling I might just let you kiss me goodnight Tozier.”

“Oh it’s on.”

It's a Date (Grayson Dolan)

warning: sad in the beginning :( also some hateful comments

“Grayson I love you!” “Grayson marry me.” “Grayson please notice me!” “Grayson over here!“  

The girls continued to scream things at my boyfriend and his twin brother Ethan. I guess I can expect that dating one half of the famous Dolan Twins. His fans weren’t exactly accepting either. I opened instagram and looked at the recent photo I posted a week ago.

I started to read all the comments underneath.

username: you’re so ugly

username 1: leave Grayson alone.

username 2: I love Grayson but why did he choose you?

username 3: I don’t ship this at all, sorry not sorry.

username 4: please go kys

username 5: you don’t deserve Grayson, you’re just using him for fame.

username 6: stop rubbing it in our faces bitch.

Not all the comments were horrible, but a majority of them were. They made me feel horrible about myself, telling me how much I didn’t deserve to be with Grayson. This was why I was currently at home watching the Teen Choice Awards instead of attending with him. All the hate was tearing us apart.

"perfect.” I said feeling a tear fall down my cheek.

Grayson and Ethan had just won choice male web star. I was happy for them, I really was but that meant they were about to get even more popular and with more popularity came more mean girls. I turned the tv off, curling up into a ball and letting out all the tears i’d been holding back. My phone started ringing, Grayson’s name appearing on the caller ID. I wiped the tears before answering.

“hey babe.” I said trying my best to sound happy.

Grayson knew me better than that though.

“were you crying?” He asked his voiced laced with concern.  

“just really happy for you guys.” I said covering my hurt voice.

“thanks babe.” Grayson said thankfully dropping it.

Whenever Grayson and I talked about all the hate we always ended up fighting with each other. 

“so after the show, how about I drop by and we can cuddle and watch a movie?” Grayson said.

I took a deep breath knowing very well I wasn’t prepared to see him tonight.

“Isn’t there some after party you famous people go to?” I said not meaning for it to sound as rude as it did.

“well yeah there are after parties but i’d rather spend time with my girlfriend, who doesn’t sound like she wants to spend time with me at all.” Grayson said his voice getting lower.

I could tell that he was mad, but so was I. I was mad that he knew about the hate and did nothing about it. What could he do though? These were his fans he worked hard to gain them and he didn’t want to lose them by telling them off.

“tonight isn’t a good night that’s all.” I said in between shaky breaths.

I could feel tears swirling in my eyes.

“you’re being ridiculous y/n.” Grayson huffed.

“I’m being ridiculous? Grayson I just don’t want to hang out tonight okay.” I said raising my voice a little bit now.

I feel like we aren’t even together anymore. We don’t hang out much anymore and when we do, all we do is fight. I’m tired of it.” Grayson says slowly like he was afraid too.

His words broke my heart but I knew he was right.

“then maybe we shouldn’t be together.” I said letting the tears fall.

don’t say that y/n.” Grayson said his voice cracking.

I knew that Grayson and I could not keep going on like this. I knew what I needed to do and it killed me. I loved Grayson. I loved him so much but I was hurting us both by staying with him.

“Grayson I love you so much, but we can’t keep going on like this. I need time, you need to focus on your videos it would be easier if I just stayed away. Goodbye Grayson.” I said hanging up before he could protest.

I knew this was the right thing to do. Or was it? I threw my phone across the room breaking down even more now. I got up and started trashing my room, letting out all the anger and frustration I’ve been holding back. My mom ran in taking me in her arms.

“it hurts so bad.” I told my mom crying in her arms.

“I know sweetheart I know.” My mom said stroking my hair.

I cried in her arms for about a good hour and a half. There was a knock on our door, breaking me from my crying. My mom ran downstairs and soon a somber looking Grayson was standing in my doorway.

“what are you doing here? Your supposed to be at the award show." I said standing up.

"I don’t care about some stupid award, I care about you.” Grayson said a tear falling down his cheek.

“Grayson.” I started but he quickly cut me off.

“no you’re going to let me talk now. You’re right it would be easier if you stayed away but I don’t want you too. I love you. Nothing you or anybody else says is going to change that. Tell me how to fix this.” Grayson said coming over.

He took my hands in his and made me look at him.

“I want to fix this.” Grayson begged.

I didn’t know if it could be fixed and that scared me more than anything.

“Grayson you can’t make your fans not hate me.” I said crying a little more.

Grayson took a deep breath and looked at me. Then he left. He just left me there. I sat back down on the floor continuing my cry. About two hours later my phone lit up telling me the Dolan Twins had posted a video. It was probably a thank you video but I couldn’t fight this urge to see him even if it was behind a computer screen. I clicked on the video it was simply titled "we need to talk”

“you should watch that.” A voice said from the doorway.

I looked up and Grayson was standing there with a tear stained face. I clicked play and the video started playing. It was Grayson and Ethan just sitting there. Grayson had a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Ethan starts talking.

“hey guys Grayson is a little upset right now and so am I. We love you guys more than anything and we will NEVER be able to thank you guys enough for all you have done for us but we need to talk.”

Grayson starts talking now.

we can’t stay single forever guys and I was really happy with my girlfriend but the hate that some of you were sending her way caused her to pull away from our relationship. It hurts alot that my fans can’t love someone that I love. I want you guys to understand that we are against bullying and it isn’t okay for our fans to go against something we believe so strongly in. I just needed you guys to hear me out. If you did hate on her and are feeling guilty I’m sure she’d accept an apology. No matter what we will always love you guys but right now I need you guys to love and support me.”

The video ended just like that and I had tears in my eyes. I looked up at Grayson who was just standing there biting his lip nervously. I went on instagram and pulled up a random selfie.

I started to read all the comments.

username: you are so beautiful!

username1: we had no right to hate you I’m so sorry!

username2: please get back with Grayson you deserve him!

username3: I should have never said hurtful things to you. I guess I can’t really call myself a Dolan Twin fan if I was bullying you.

username4: I’m so happy for you I love you so much!

username5: I hope you can forgive us and go back with Grayson, he looks so sad without you ):

username6: we don’t deserve you, you’re such a goddess!

I couldn’t help the smile that spread to my cheeks. Grayson took a couple steps forward taking my phone out of my hands. I don’t look at him right away. He cups my cheek with his hand making me look at him.

“did I fix it?” He asks biting his lip again.

I don’t know how I got so incredibly lucky to have the sweetest boy on earth.

“well you fixed that issue, but.” I started holding in a laugh.

“but what? I will do anything.” Grayson says panicking.

“but my lips kind of hurt alittle bit, do you think you can fix that too?” I asked smirking.

Grayson leans down and gives me a long kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer if that was even possible. He pulls away and I see his beautiful smile again. He pulls out his phone taking a picture of us.

“what are you doing?” I asked him laughing.

“well I have to tell my fans that there apologies worked.” Grayson says laughing.

I kissed his cheek looking in his eyes.

“I really do love you Grayson and I’m sorry I ruined the Teen Choice Awards for you. I’m so proud of you guys though you deserve it.” I said feeling ashamed of myself.

“you didn’t ruin anything, but next time I’d like you to be my date.” He smiles cheekily.

“it’s a date then.” I said smiling.

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Do you have KakaObi headcanons? I adore the way you write them 💕💖

- Kakashi is Kinky

- Obito is entirely up for any challenge ever at all, which is…not always the best combination.

- Good thing they know a medic, right?

- (Rin hates them both. SO much. She truly Did Not Need To Know That about her teammates.)

- They lowkey trolled everyone in the village for an entire year by pretending they weren’t together.

- Kushina ran the betting pools and split the (truly massive) payout 3 ways when they finally announced they’d been making like bunnies for years already.

- Minato has never recovered from finding out.

- Either at each other’s throats or Nauseatingly Cute with no in between.

- Bendy ninja sex on every solid surface all the time - life is a honeymoon and will be Enjoyed Or Else.

- Everyone else is very Tired. Please stop. Please. Don’t you ever sleep.

- Lowkey wars where Obito hides the porn Kakashi’s books and Kakashi finds them and makes a show of reading them in the most obnoxious way possible. 

- Obito cuddles, Kakashi sprawls. They make it work.

- They make Rabid Over-protectiveness look cute. At least if you’re Kushina. 

- Minato draws the line at them serenading each other in the streets. Why are you like this. Make up with noisy sex like normal couples. 

- Kakashi’s nin-ken are resigned to Obito’s crows riding them around like horses.

- (Kakashi won’t say anything to Obito because he thinks it’s cute.)

- Rin gave Obito away at the wedding and totally didn’t cry.

- Minato did. He sobbed. So did Gai, though. 

- Get drunk and hit on each other in bars, even after they’re together. 

- “Hey sexy, want to come sit in my lap” “I’M MARRIED YOU CREEP SEE THE RING?” “To me.” “Oh. Yeah.”

- Public Displays of Affection

- Everybody loves them and hates them in equal measure. 

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stevetony - "I didn't know how I felt until...", with a happy ending if you have the time for it *hugs*

I always have time for you, darling <3 I’m doing AA verse here because it suited it better, okay?


“He’s not coming”

Steve knew those three words, he could hear them crystal clear especially in the dead silence it followed, but he couldn’t understand them.

“He’s back though,” he said, staring at Sam and brows crinkling in a frown, “Strange confirmed that he got him out. What - what’s the problem? Is something wrong?”

Strange had forbidden them from going to the Kamar Taj and they had camped out in the Tower till they got a signal from him - a plan nobody on the team had liked. Thor had gone into a furious rant about teammates and them having every right to be there before Natasha had taken him outside. Clint had gone quiet, adjusting his bow with a clenched jaw while Scott leaned against him firmly, shoulder to shoulder.

Steve had agreed. He had hated it but he had agreed. There was a voice in his head that suggested that he would have agreed to anything at that point if it meant bringing Tony back to this dimension and home.

They had searched for him, tried to go through every way possible to solve the problem of bringing Tony back from his isolation over the past nine months but nothing had worked till Tony himself had found a way.

Strange had been their main point in this operation and he had cut off all technology and communication from Tony to focus his magic. Steve still heard and remembered the last words he had heard from Tony three days ago.

I’m never leaving home again, okay? Not going out anywhere for at least a week. A week isn’t never, I know Clint, shut up. But I just - I’m staying, alright Cap? Just home.

Steve had recorded it in his mind. Every syllable, every pause and hitch. He could hear it now, running on a loop in his mind. Tony was coming home. He was staying.

And now Sam said that he wasn’t.

“Did the plan not work?” he asked, knowing that they could figure it out. It didn’t matter, plans failed, people made mistakes and he was going to cry at night when nobody saw but it was okay; they would find a better way.

Sam’s eyes shifted, flicking to a blank-faced Natasha and back to Steve, a nervous tell that he hadn’t outgrown even though he wasn’t 17 anymore.

“The plan worked,” he said, taking a breath, “but Tony - he’s not coming.”

“What -”

“He chose not to come,” Sam blurted, too loud and too heavy before he swallowed a word, some word, “He said he won’t come back, Cap.”

Steve had once drowned, felt water choke the air out of his lungs and sound out of his ears. He had once let water freeze into ice and ice freeze over his time. It had been gradual, slow and torturous, painful in every inch but Steve had done that. He had once died. It had been slow.

He wondered if this was a quicker version of that.

“What does that mean?” he heard Clint ask, anger and confusion bleeding into the archer’s voice, “What the hell does that even mean?”

“Strange did what he was supposed to do,” Sam explained, shoulders drooping in exhaustion, “Tony was supposed to skip through three dimensions before he could get here and Strange helped him do that. But something happened, something happened in the third dimension and Strange cannot bring him here. Because Tony terminated the link from his end.”

“He needs us then,” Thor spoke up, eyes determined even as his fists were clenched, “He must be in trouble.”

“That’s the thing,” Sam looked like he wanted to look anywhere other than at Steve, “Tony told Strange he won’t come back before he terminated the link. It’s not - I heard the recording, Cap. He knew what he was saying. He knew what he was doing.”

“He still in trouble,” Hulk said, a scowl on his face, “He never asks for help.”

“Guys - he,” Sam sagged and took a shaky breath.

“He said he doesn’t want to come back,” he said quietly, “And he meant it.”

Steve knew that he should say something, ask something, do something. The team had begun shouting, arguments and anger pouring out to hide fear and despair. He knew that he should stop them.

He simply stood up and walked out, something freezing within him with every step.

-x-x-x-

It took three weeks before Steve broke.

He had come back from the gym and entered his room when he sensed the presence of someone. His fists clenched and he was ready when he heard it.

“Not switching on the lights yet?”

Steve had never told anyone but there had been something worse than freezing under ice. Something worse than feeling cold creep up into your body. It had been the feeling of the ice breaking. The mild stirrings of awakening that came with a rush of awareness that he was trapped, he was in a mass of ice, he was alive and trapped again.

He felt the ice of three weeks crack at the voice that haunted his mind and Steve felt his knees buckle.

Tony,” he whispered, hating this, hating the hallucinations that had begun, the reminders of nothing and everything.

“Hey, Cap,” the voice said again and Steve didn’t fall, didn’t break but he slid down to the floor, his shoulder leaning against the nearest wall till his ass hit the ground. His knee connected with the dresser near by and a sharp noise echoed in the room but Steve didn’t care. He couldn’t care about anything more.

He was losing his mind and the ice was breaking inch by inch, making him feel something he had refused to feel for nine months and three weeks.

Alive. It was the most painful thing to happen to him.

“Cap?” the voice, Tony’s voice asked, concern seeping into it, “What was that - JARVIS? Lights to full!”

Lights bathed into the room and Steve buried his head in his hands, shutting his eyes, keeping them closed against this hallucination that was determined to make him face a reality he didn’t want. A reality where what he wanted wasn’t there and he would have to accept that. Understand that.

“Cap?” the voice came closer, footsteps against the carpet, “Oh shit, Steve? Steve, it’s okay. Breathe. It’s okay, you’re okay. Come on, sweetheart, breathe -”

Steve couldn’t hold back the choked noise at the endearment because now he knew it was a hallucination, a cruel taunt to a broken dream.

“Shit, shit, sorry,” the voice cursed and became softer, closer, “I’m sorry, Steve, it’s okay, alright? I’m not going to do anything, okay? I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving here. I’m just going to sit here and breathe with you, okay? Just sitting here. I’m staying.”

Something snapped in Steve when he heard those words, the words Tony had said before he had lost everything. His eyes flew open, wild and furious but he stilled when they met the sight before him.

Tony crouched in front of him, sitting on his haunches, eyes concerned and dark circles under them. His hair was unkempt and he wore a ratty old t-shirt that had a small tear on the sleeve. His goatee was shabby and face tired.

But Steve had eyes only for Tony’s eyes. The eyes that were staring at him, brown and concerned and Tony.

“Who are you?” he asked, trying to swallow his panic as his mind raced through possibilities, “Who are you?!”

Tony’s face fell but then his eyes turned thoughtful and a realization dawned on his face, horrifying and crippling in its wake.

“Steve. it’s me,” Tony spoke, his voice shaking but insistent, “It’s me, me. I’m Tony, I’m not - I’m not a - JARVIS, scan me, now!”

“Scan confirmed,” JARVIS spoke up, “Identification: Anthony Stark.”

“Which universe?” Tony asked with his eyes fixed on Steve’s.

“Origin: Earth 12041,” JARVIS declared, “Born on May 29, 1981 in Manhattan. Parents: Howard Stark and Maria Stark (nee) Carbonell. Current designation: CEO of Stark Industries and Iron Man, Co-Captain of Avengers.”

“Other identifications”

“Main indicator and identification: Arc reactor model 2kve43. Eye scan confirmed. Other marks of identification detected: Scar from surgery of 2008, birthmark -”

“Stop,” Steve commanded, taking a shuddering breath before he repeated softer, “Stop.”

Tony stayed silent and Steve tried to get his breathing under control.

“How?” he asked when finally he was sure that he could speak without crumbling.

“Strange,” Tony shrugged, looking a little sheepish as he crossed his legs and settled down better, “I could open the link from there, with the Strange of that dimension and he contacted our Strange, It was all very Strange but - yeah.”

That dimension?”

Tony’s face tightened and he sighed as he nodded.

“Yeah, Earth - 616,” he said, eyes dropping to his hands that lay linked over his knees, “It was - different.”

“You liked it better there,” Steve spoke up before he could rein in the words, bitter and angry and hurt.

Tony laughed, a broken sound that made Steve’s gut churn.

“I hated it there,” he said, looking up with a wry smile, “It was the worst kind of world I could imagine.”

“Why?”

“They,” Tony took a deep breath and shook his head, “they were one hell of a messed up group there. Everybody. All they did anymore was fight each other. Kill each other.”

“Kill?” Steve frowned and Tony let out a bitter laugh, something he never did when he was here.

“Oh yeah, you killed me,” he said casually before pausing, “Almost twice, actually.”

Steve felt his head spin and heart plummet. Something must have shown on his face because Tony winced and shook his head.

“No, just - it wasn’t you really,” he blew out a breath and shuffled till he could sit beside Steve, back to the wall, “There was this cube, a Cosmic Cube. It - changed you. Changed the parts nobody should have changed. Your mind, your heart. You.”

“And I - this other me, Rogers? He killed you  -,” Steve let out a frustrated breath, “- Stark because of that?

Tony nodded slowly before launching into the tale. Steve stayed silent as he heard about a Civil War, two Civil Wars. Tony’s coma, an AI, Steve turned out to be Hydra, Steve destroying Tony’s AI, killing Natasha, trying to destroy Stark’s body.”

“And that’s where I entered,” Tony said, a stutter in his breath, “God, can I just say how much I hated him? I never thought I could hate anyone with your face, anyone who was you, but God, I hated him.”

“Why’d you stay?” Steve asked quietly, preserving the silence around them for a moment.

“Because,” Tony sighed and ran a hand over his face, “Because you needed me. He needed me.”

We needed you,” Steve shot back, low and bitter and hurt but quiet.

“You had me,” Tony said and Steve looked at him finally, watching him smile sadly back at him, “You always had me, Cap. For all the nine months I wasn’t here, you had me. I wasn’t here but you never really let me go. You always had me.”

“Tony -”

“Rogers had nobody,” Tony laughed, sad and broken and regretful for a man who had killed his counterpart, “He had nobody and he didn’t even know it. He’d lost everything, destroyed everything with his own hands and he didn’t stop because he didn’t know to stop.”

“You hated him,” Steve reminded and Tony met his eyes head-on, intense and open, a heady mix of truth and something undefined.

“I did. I do. But he loved him,” he said, “Stark loved him. And I couldn’t - I couldn’t let his Rogers kills himself with this madness. I hated him but I knew, I knew that he was still somebody’s Steve. And ..”

“And?” Steve prompted, wondering about the bubble they were in, where something was solidifying even as things were fragile.

“And I knew that no Stark would want to be in a world without a Steve,” he said, too quiet, too raw, “I couldn’t let him wake up to the world like that. Not after having lived in such a world myself for nine months.”

“Tony?” Steve felt his eyes burn but Tony simply smiled, shuffling closer and placing a hand on Steve’s clenched one over the knee.

“I always wanted to come home, Cap,” he confessed, soothing even as Steve burnt, “This world, you are my home. I missed you. More than I could miss anything, anybody. And I thought that was because you’re my friend. Because that’s all it was.”

“But,” he leaned in and cupped Steve’s cheek slowly with a shaking hand, “I didn’t know what I felt till I saw what they had lost. I can’t - I couldn’t leave because I couldn’t let you break there. I couldn’t come back because I needed to bring him back. I needed to bring him back for myself. For Stark.”

“Why?” Steve whispered, leaning into Tony’s hand and trying to hold back his tears.

“Don’t you know by now?” Tony grinned, slow and painful and relieved. A ray of sunlight piercing through the cold. “Because Tony Stark is always in love with Steve Rogers, through every dimension and world. Because every Tony needs a Steve, a home to come back to. No matter how broken or different, every Tony needs his home. His Cap.”

Steve broke then and Tony caught him, he caught him like he always did, like every Tony of every universe did.

He caught him and reeled him in, to warmth, to himself.

He brought him back home.

The ice cracked and Steve found his breath again against Tony’s breath.

Lost Track of Time pt. 2

|| Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (just a pinch of fluff)

Summary: You were angry, he had no more patience and when you left, he was broken. He wanted nothing more than to mend the cracks that had split his heart in two.

Word Count: 1680

Warning: curse words…that’s it

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin

Jungkook sat on the floor clutching onto the platinum watch for what seemed like eons. He sat there on the cold, hard floorboards throughout the entire night going through the argument you two had in his head. He mentally beat himself up every single time the image of your tear stained face popped into his mind. 

Night turned into day, and Jungkook still sat there on the ground. He felt like he just lost his entire world. You, his everything, left and it was all his fault. Never in the span of your two-year relationship, did an argument ever escalate to the point of you leaving. You disappearing and the absence of your belongings gave Jungkook a giant wake up call. He never realized just how easily you could fall from his grasp until you had slipped away.

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