#this is from diner bros (one of my personal favourites)

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Tango: Why couldn't I put my meat in it? Oh, cause I'm not chopped!

Zedaph, laughing: You can't just put your meat anywhere, man, you gotta-

Tango, crosstalking: Well, I should be able to.

[fairyhaos]

✰ seventeen as boyfriends: hansol edition

event taglist (send ask to be added): @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love @dandycharmer @sweet-like-caramel @hannyoontify @doesthismeannothingtoyou @fashionminghao @icysungho @butiluvu

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanon, mini scenario

word count: 511

warnings: none

notes: hansol edn. for the 500 event

literally starstruck. thinks that you’re the most incredible person to ever exist actually

is absolutely captivated while watching you talk about literally anything ever, listening The Most intently

like. the best active listener ever, and it’s all for you

smiles when you say something amusing, nods his head if he remembers the scenario you’re describing that he’s also witnessed, winces sympathetically if you say something embarrassing/ painful

loves listening to you talk about something you’re passionate about. being able to watch the way your eyes widen and you gesture with your hands and become more and more animated while talking makes him grin impossibly wide

bc he’s so good at listening, he literally remembers everything ab you, from what your first childhood memory was to that one day back in high school that you still fondly remember as one of the best days of your life

you’re just so precious to him, so how can he not remember everything you say?

“Hansol?”

“Y/N?”

“Who’s your favourite?”

Hansol blinks at you, confused. You’re currently on a casual date, eating dinner in some diner, and he’s thinking about something entirely random when you spring a question on him. “What?”

“Who’s your favourite person?” you elaborate. “Like, ever?”

“Hm.” He thinks for a second. “Oh, easy. My mom.”

You laugh, shaking your head, and it makes him smile a little, wondering what he’s done that’s so endearing this time. “No, apart from your family.”

“Oh.” Hansol furrows his eyebrows, and you’re watching him intently, eyes bright under the lighting of the diner. “Hm, that’s hard.”

You grin as his eyes meet yours, and something about the light, teasing expression ghosting the corners of your lips makes him grin too, having some vague idea of where this is going.

“You know what, I think my favourite person is Seungkwan,” Hansol says, keeping his face totally straight as he says it. 

“Seungkwan? Really?”

Hansol nods, still straight-faced. “Yeah. He’s, like, my best bro. The bestest. My favourite person ever.” 

“Ah.” Your face is expressionless too, a mild mask of nothingness as you nod as if it all makes sense. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

He stares at you, and you stare back, equal blank looks on your faces, before finally Hansol cracks, grinning and chuckling. He leans over and boops you on the nose, lightly.

“You shouldn’t start conversations like these if you can’t handle getting a different answer,” he says, and his teasing tone makes you break too, slumping your shoulders and whining.

“I really thought that Seungkwan was your favourite person,” you say sulkily, and Hansol laughs again. “Like, for all of five seconds. I really believed you.”

He smiles at you, and he knows he has stars in his eyes. “Of course you’re my favourite, Y/N,” Hansol says, tapping his fingers affectionately against your hand resting on the table. “It’s you.”

That makes you smile, tilting your head. “Really? Are you really sure?”

Hansol nods, interlacing his fingers with yours. He smiles back at you.

“There’s never going to be anyone else but you.”

[toolazytodecide]

writer questions!

nobody tagged me but I love this crap and am technically a writer so lets do it.

1. what’s your favourite genre to write?

Oooooo romance obviously, but more specifically I like writing fics that focus a lot on character analysis? 

2. do you pull inspiration from real-life, or do you pull things from other books/fanfic?

I write a lot of AUs, but I do get a lot of inspiration from songs. I’ll also work in headcanons I see on tumblr and stuff 

3. do you tend to write one-shots, short stories, or longer things?

I always want to write multi-chapter fics, but struggle to finish them. It’s a goal of mine to write more one shots instead of dedicating myself to 20k+ fics.

4. do you prefer description or dialogue?

DIALOGUE!!! I used to be obsessed with writing texting fics which gave me a lot of experience with dialogue, while leaving my description skills to suffer.

5. favourite fanfic/book of all time?

Bro. Impossible question, but my current favourite book is The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. My favourite series is Six of Crows or  The Raven Cycle. 

As for fics...I’m gonna forget so many BUT I’ll give you one for each of my top ships on AO3

1. Andrew and Neil (All for the Game):  Those That Broke Us by  WriteThroughTheNight  ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/9095254:)

 This is atypical for me since it’s not romance focused, but is rather focused on Neil’s trauma from his mother and him realizing that the way she treated him was not okay. 

Also shoutout to every “andreil fake rivalry fic” it is one of the few times I read established relationship and I eat it up every time.

2: Adam and Ronan (The Raven Cycle): while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now by  shinealightonme (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12643005)

A truly adorable neighbour AU. Honestly Pynch was one of the toughest to pick a favourite for. 

3. Mickey and Ian (Shameless): I couldn’t decide between Fucked for Life by  Awritersmind (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21800806/chapters/52022443) 

An interesting twist on the coffee shop AU where Mickey and Ian fall in love as adults rather than teens. 

I read this a while ago, but I was OBSESSED it made me fall in love with the idea of Artist! Mickey and I loved how they wrote his relationship with his sister Mandy.

 and None the wiser by Loftec

 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4856489/chapters/11128907

Again I read this a while ago, but it is a diner AU and just utterly delightful. I love reading fics where Mickey had a good relationship with his son and this is is a really good one. 

4: Remus and Sirius (Harry Potter)- My actual favourite Wolfstar fic has disappeared and is a Greatest British Bake off AU where Remus has fibromyalgia so if you know where to find it please let me know. 

BUT a close second is Text Talk by  merlywhirls (https://archiveofourown.org/works/1651109/chapters/3501239)

If I’m having a shitty day I’m re-reading Text-talk. it’s that simple. It’s a wrong number AU where they muggles in the modern day and Remus is home schooled due to his health.

5: Boris and Theo (The Goldfinch)- They Fuck (it up) by  colish3

( https://archiveofourown.org/works/33547123/chapters/83356504) 

A gorgeous fic about Theo dealing with the aftermath of the book, and maybe accepting his feelings for Boris. 

6: Ben and Devi (Never Have I ever)- all the magic we gave off by  transfiguredtoad

Bevi trying their best to not still be into each other while in other relationships. Super addicting tbh. 

6. favorite trope?

Wrong number! Enemies to Lovers! Fake Dating! There was only one bed! I’m a simple girl tbh. when writing I especially like writing about chronic illness but idk if that counts as a trope.

7. are you the kind of person to work on more than one wip?

Not successfully. If I start another fic the first one won’t be touched again til I’ve finished my new fic if ever again. 

8. how long have you been writing for?

Since I was 14 so almost 9 years, but that has definitely not been continuous. I’ve gone years without writing anything.

9. do you tend to write more during the morning, afternoon, or evening?

I get an idea and write whenever I can until it’s either done or I’ve gotten distracted rather than having a set time of the day. 

10. do you prefer to post your wip chapter by chapter, or do you prefer to wait until your wip is 100% finished before posting?

I prefer to finish everything first because I’ve found I won’t finish otherwise. Besides I like being able to go back and change stuff. 

im tagging  @furoruisa and  @siriuslynotovermarauders   🙈  feel free to ignore this if it aint your thing. I also challenge anyone else who wants to give it a try.

#tag game

[delistylehardcore]

aaaaaa im really happy you enjoyed my n. trance headcanon ideas! i forgot to mention something also, that the n. in n. trance would probs stand for nefarious - nefarious trance (hmm... or maybe nebulous? idk).

anyways, i was mentioning i had some ideas abt the cortex vortex. firstly, you know how the original production bible for crash 1 talks about how each evo-ray mutant is shown different things on the tvs inside the evo-ray? (koala kong is shown stallone movies, pinstripe is shown mafia movies, the komodo bros are shown martial arts movies, tiny tiger is shown... "brutal footage", etc.)

ive been imagining what treatment characters introduced in the later games would get with the cortex vortex, and ive come up with some ideas.

dingodile, i imagine, was shown mostly footage from several cooking shows, specifically aussie ones about grilling. hence why he ends up establishing dingos diner.

rilla roo doesnt really have much of a personality outside of. well. being a monkey. but i could imagine he was being shown carnival and boxing footage. notably the japanese version of bash states he goes into business with koala n' dingo, so maybe he was also shown something entrepreneurial?

crunch was shown military training footage and workout tapes. cortex, learning from past mistakes, subjected crunch to a custom made video by cortex, basically a sort of... propaganda/mental programming video to ensure crunch would obey cortex.

crash, still called willy in the production bible, has an entry in it detailing what he was shown in the vortex. though seeing as crash's personality in the book is wildly different to who crash is in the games, i have a few different ideas.

so i like to think cortex was going to show crash the same propaganda tapes later shown to crunch, but there was a mix-up with the tapes, and crash was instead shown footage from several different cartoons, specifically cortex's own personal favourite: "toony loons". as a result, crash breaks out of the vortex, and escapes cortex castle.

thats basically it. so yeah! what'dja think?

this was sent ages ago and i'm so sorry i never responded to it but i love all of these. i LOVE the idea that crash was shown cartoons because of a mix-up. that's absolutely perfect

the n in n trance standing for nefarious is great too within the context of your hcs about him. love it. tropy was like yes this thing i found it will be my son now

[windsweptlassie]

On Love

So as you know I made this uquiz with an open-ended question at the end, tell me something about love, and I’ve gotten the most wonderful responses! They range from descriptions of wonderful partners: 

Lauren: oh, how long I went without being myself until I met him and he showed me who I truly was and that my worth was higher than I ever thought was possible

Levi: I love who we are with each other. I love who I am with you. In your company I am me. In your company I am the best of me. The best with the best, I've told you. I wouldn't give you up for anything

Daniel: i fell in love for the first time when i was 17... at the time, i didn’t realize it was the first time, i thought i’d been in love before, a couple times actually, but falling in love at 17 was such a fulfilling experience, it felt so forceful yet so right. it’s when i first truly understood what love was. never before had i felt so understood and so cared for as i did when i was in love with her, and she was in love with me. it’s been nearly 4 years since then, and nearly 3 years since we broke up and stopped talking, and still, i think about her almost every day. i’ve never known anyone like her; to me, she was love itself.

El: oh i’m in love with everyone that i know op!!! especially my girlfriend, of course ,but also my friends and my family and random people on the street and uh

Grace: i’ve met my soulmate and we plan on getting an apartment and marrying after college

A: I’m going to ask the woman I love to marry me and I just wanted to tell someone because I am so excited

Jeremy: you ever have that feeling where basically after years of denying that someone couldnt understand you in a way or love you and then the next thing you know you happen to find that person and its just great from then on out? idk how to explain it anyways I love my boyfriend so much he means the world to me

Lucy: i am so happy i have found the one i love

to descriptions of best friends and favorite people:

Nightbyrd: Love is a hug from an alzheimer's patient who hasn't the foggiest idea who you are, but they know you're worth hugging.

H: I have been doing so much yoga with my roommate recently!! It's a great way to center my mind for an hour

Riv: [platonic] i’ve literally never met anyone who understands me in the way that my best friends do. they’re literally the best people in the whole world and i genuinely don’t know what i’d do without them. i love them with my whole heart

Cillian: when i talk about how much i love my best friend i get so teary eyed because i cant believe that such a genuinely wonderful person wants to speak to me every day - i care for her more than anyone else on this planet

O: my two besties are my sources of happiness and they’re so pretty i would die for them :D

to beautiful quotes:

Kai: "you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." DARCYYYY PLS MY HEART CANT HANDLW THIS PAIN

Dorian: When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He’s obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked metal details, ____the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, and how people don’t. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can’t help it, I love the way men love. (accident report in the tall, tall weeds- ada limon, bright dead things)

Adam: every day I think about lemony snicket I will love you if I never see you again I will love you if I see you every Tuesday or however it goes. and it KILLS ME. love only fits in small things

Hero: “Your heart beats in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s… The divine magnet is in you, and my magnet responds.” - Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne

Mary: "Love is watching someone die."

Alex: "meet me at blue diner, i'll take coffee and talk about nothing baby"

Sparrow: "How dare you love me like you've never known fear?" and "For you, the world," and "Darling, I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades," and "Will you start where I end?"

V: " You want to die for love. You always have. " and "someone will remember us, I say, even in another time" are living rent free in my mind 24/7 and I'm shaking. When will I finally be not the only one falling ?

Sahar K: To love another person is to see the face of god!!!

Miriam: all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding- kafka

Juls: Don’t you think they are maybe the same? Love and attention

to practices of love:

Leo; i love feeling happy bc somebody that i love is happy and comfortable....like its not about me i just love seeing you smile. we are safe together...idk i just feel it bro

A: I like to think love is leaning on each other during the light or dark days. Its a personal mission of mine to find out who I am and what I want. Yet I never seem to find my place in this world and as I look and look , I realise the only place I can be myself even with or without the efforts to find myself was done on that day or not, I am always tired so shall I lean on you? And you can lean on me as well. I shall be your fig tree and you shall be my favourite willow tree.

L: It's too late at night to be soul searching, but it's a journey we all seem to find ourselves on these days.

Anthi: feeling safe and at home, I guess (also I love frogs)

Julia: ive found that loving someone is like becoming your own thesaurus. you have to find or come up with infinite ways to say, you’re beautiful, or, i love you. it’s a gift

Galexies: ive been writing letters to the person i'd love one day since i was 14. i write them in a little journal usually, but i've been digitizing them into emails and sending them to one account that i'll give to them someday. i'd like to put pictures, but i haven't been outside much recently so theres that. i wonder if they'd like the sunsets i have on file, or if they'd find my cat cute in a bowtie.

Caeles: Love is sharing fruit slices and making someone tea at random

Dundy: Love is sending your friends cursed shit and watching them react in horror

to crushes and potential loves: 

Jess: I have a crush on my roommate. It sucks, but it's also wonderful. I get to be around him all the time when we're at school. we share a life together; it's rather domestic. I think a lot about marrying him and being domestic with him forever. It won't happen, and I'll move on eventually, but I'll be happy with him for as long as I can. I hope you feel loved tonight, because you are. Sleep well.

Aki: I so desperately want to believe that love is fake because I’ve seen what happens when loved ones leave but whenever I start to convince myself that I’ll never love anyone my best friend messages me telling me she loves me. She’s the only person I’ve ever pictured having a future with but love scares me and I don’t really know what to do but I think as long as she’s with me in some way, I’ll be fine

Hi: her her i keep thinking abt her.... gonna see her in 8 days or so i really miss her. its ok if shes never gonna love me like i want her to really being her friend spending time with her makes me the happiest girl on earth.... outsold antidepressants

Kit: this guy i have a crush on has hypnotically dark brown eyes and he's wonderful and shows me kindness like no one else

Juno: my crush has all the stars in his eyes

Mads: When I have the courage to meet my eyes with hers, the world stands still

Be Nice To Me: Look bro I never do these but I am yearning to hold them SO badly right now and someone needs to know it besides me

to the trials of love: 

Pppppp: I just wanna love like from the movies and what I read about.. but everyone tells me that that’s fictional and rare to find in the real world and it sucks bc it seems like all the guys I’ve met are terrible and the norms of society are all about not respecting women and uthdjdjdk

Manny: I have been in love before and I will be again but I’m not now and I miss it

Ok: I don't think I've ever been in love, though I love many people. I am waiting for the day I look at someone and can say, YES. IT'S YOU.

Chloe: idk rn i'm like okay with my love and i'm happy so we'll see i'm just a little cautious rn bc my last partner told me i didn't know how to love

L: love is so fucking complicated I don't even know where to start

Corrin: He’s not real and it worried me that I will never allow myself to live or be loved because I will always be waiting for him

Sean: Good luck it dont exist

Serena: i want 2 b in love :(( </3

13: I don’t know anymore

M: I just really don’t like dealing with it lol

to beloved characters: 

Janaya: I’m madly in love with my comfort and kin character and I hope maybe in the afterlife I can relive a life with him in some sort of dimension

Jhgjdf: when i was a kid i had a crush on ash ketchum from pokemon and id always daydream about being a female pkmn trainer and meeting him and we fall in love

to advice and prose: 

Mikolai: Love is earth, gentle and soft at first flight but upon being broken, drowns you in the dry choking wastes of its consequences...

Thex: Your hands will not go cold without someone to hold them. I am here. I will be here.

Kat: it is the nearest proof to god that i find myself surrounded by people who love in a way that complements so wonderfully the way i love

H: believe in love out of spite believe in love to prove everyone wrong believe in love because you were told not to and we will not do what we’re told anymore believe in love because it’s the strongest act of teenage rebellion we have left believe in love because it’s easier not to and when is easy worth doing? believe in love because everything says otherwise but you are untouchable, you are your own, you are not made by their design believe in love because, perhaps, you are love

Ali: I used to want a kind of love that feels like coming home and now I want nothing more than to be away from home on many different adventures

Em: you dont need to love yourself to accept it from others

to the small, the simple, and the sweet:

Ireal: Poems

O: Flowers

Fay: ah im sorry that i’m feeling unmotivated but you are very kind.

Ad: we love LOVE

A: <3

Isak: small things

H: intense

Hey: Listening to a clock ticking away

S: her

E: <3

Hania: Amorous, I adore that word ^^

Catboy: wholesome

J: i love love so much it hurts

Emmy: hi i love the song darkest of discos!! try and give it a listen!! <3

Nora: Love is painful, but most of the time love is great

Ariel: i like the comfort it can bring

M: i love love

to food!

Cool Whip: Matzoh ball soup!!

Woop: I love sausages.... I hope that's ok with you?

and animals too <3

Nee: hmm i have pet geckos and i love them very much!

96: raccoons ????

DJ Big Penis: cats

:3: I Love frogs,,, love is stored in the frog,,,

I hope that this serves as a sweet compilation of what love means! Love to all of you, it warms my heart so much to hear about your people and your geckos and your characters and soup and all the songs and quotes you love. <3 Strength to all of you who are figuring out to do about your feelings for your crush, and congratulations to you who are proposing or moving in with your person! Your words are a source of light to me, truly.

[waste-of-outer-space]

Time for my unmasked for opinions on umbrella academy season 2!!!

Incase it's not obvious SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2

--

So I'll go by numbers

Luther: I loved his character development! He's not my favorite as a character but they fixed him up without completely ruining what they had already built. The story between him and allison was handled very well in my opinion. He's still a dumbass but he's starting to become self aware!!! You gotta start somewhere babe!

Diego: BEST CHARACTER THIS SEASON. Between him being a simp for lila and him being so brotherly towards Luther I mean.. I love him! "Nah bro.. he shanked your heart." Literally the funniest line of the season no cap. Him believing he's a hero and HAS to save everyone is so interesting and you just want him to be happy 🥺 I hope season 3 does him as well as season 2 did.

Allison: Queen!!!! She felt so grounded this season, between her work fighting for equality and her relationship with her husband she just felt so much better this season. Despite it not being the healthiest thing I loved the bond between her and Klaus this season. I also appreciate the way her character handled the weird relationship between her and Luther. I hope she gets to see Claire next season!

Klaus: Oh my where to even begin. Dave! This was such a heartbreaking story. He was so in love with him and was trying his hardest to save his life. My heart snapped in the diner scene. Him 'falling off the wagon' was heartbreaking yet understandable. His relationship with his siblings showed how caring he was towards them, constant little "I love you" 's plus the hair salon scene between him and his sisters was adorable. I really didnt like how his relationship with ben was this season. It felt completely different to season one, from playful bantering to hurtful remarks. They both turned on eachother because of love. Ben wanted to stay with Jill and possessed Klaus for her. Klaus made Ben leave her so he could try save Dave. However my biggest complaint for the season in general is that we didnt get a proper reaction to Klaus finding out Ben was gone. All those years together, good and bad, I would think he would have a more developed response. I know I'm ranting about him but last point!! His powers. I felt that Klaus' powers in the show arent as good. His levitation being dependant on a ghost holding him? We barely get to see him interact with ghosts, other than talking with/being possessed by Ben. I hope season 3 develops his character more. He still feels like his entire character, despite being the fan favorite, is a subplot.

Five: Five felt softer this season. Of course he's still his angry little time travelling assassin but his scenes with memoriless Vanya felt so soft. On the OTHER hand his fight scenes were SO cool this season! Especially the fight scene against Lila. I wasn't a big fan of the old five vs young five plot but it was still funny. Him travelling a few seconds back in time to save everyone was such a cool scene, one of my favourites.

Ben: WHY DID THEY DO HIM SO DIRTY. He felt a lot angrier this season but I mean, all those years with a self destructive sibling? Falling in love with a living person while being a ghost? Fair reason to be angry. "I missed you all.. So much." Was such a heartbreaking line. He really loved his siblings. I was NOT expecting him to "die" this season. My jaw was dropped the entire time. Even as I was crying when he asked Vanya to hug him. I'm anxious to see what the storyline will be like with him & the sparrow academy. I hope we get something like original ben back!

Vanya: Last but NOT least. I loved her story with Sissy and Harlen. She seemed so much happier. "New timeline new me." YOU GO GIRL! I was so glad to see her standing up for herself this season. But I feel like they're putting too much emphasis on her. She always ends the world. She needs a break. In my opinion giving her a subplot in season 3 and letting the burden of world ending to one of the others. Otherwise I'll just get sick of her, which i DONT want to happen.

Anyways overall a good season, felt like a filler so I hope season 3 is something big!

[killjoynest]

Danger Days Fic List

(with absolutely no rpf) These are solely from Jan-Feb

It gets pretty long so its going under a read-more

Pre canon:

do you see? (you're the reason I can't sleep!) by wondercurls1917 (wip)

The Fabulous Killjoys, once upon a time, were neither fabulous nor killjoys. There are certain things one must know about how they got there...

Only one chapter, but a fun look into a backstory for the fab four with fun (read: awful) facts about growing up in bat city

Cold Metal by sera_wasnever

Blue comes to work in the lobby for the first time, and catches someone's attention

Ladies and gentlethem its about everyones favourite lesbiandroids what more could you want?

Like There’s No Tomorrow by iggyvoid (wip)

A seemingly perfectly conforming BL/ind employee, Nicolas Guerra, meets his fate when he is "mistakenly" placed inside of an in-mind facility alongside none other than killjoy poster child Party Poison. It's up to them to figure out what they're going to do with themselves with the time they have left.

I mean, if you really need a reason to read this outside of the description there is a Terrible Joke in the 3rd chapter

Living with Ghosts by valvelocity

Ghoul finds an old Ouija board and decides to try it out.

It doesn't go *exactly* as anticipated...

What i learned from this is that if you leave Kobra and Ghoul alone in the diner they immediately try to summon ghosts. Absolutely superb.

With All These Things We Invoke Here by DoubleMstectomy

A routine mission in Zone Two goes badly, forcing Val and Vinyl to reconsider the nature of their relationship.

The Comic Clownsquad but like, soft and gay(er)

Rickety Hands by stumpsucc

Yeah its gay stop scrolling

Constellations by sera_wasnever (wip)

There's a family in the finding. There's kids making it up as they go along. There's a war going on.

[slams hand on table] backstory! Old gangs! What looks to be someone ill-equipped for babysitting! we love to see it

Artificial Heart by Cinnibun_Krysanthemum (wip)

Better Living Industries works to make everything perfect. Emotions not authorized by BL/ind are imperfect. Thoughts and actions that are unapproved by BL/ind are imperfect. Defects in any part of life- a building, a road, even a person- if left unfixed, are imperfect. Imperfections must be fixed. They are threats.

Any small detail or imperfection that could ruin life inside Battery City must be changed or removed, no matter the cost.

Sometimes, that cost is a person; a life.

A different take on the fab fours meeting! Jet Stars no good very bad day contained within!

Cut my Hair by A_Ghost_Called_Boo

The venom brothers make some impulsive decisions and turn their lives upside down

And i feel sibling validation in this chillis tonight… poison&kobra city days, heed the warnings!

Cause I Love All the Poison by ravenphantom

Party Poison discovers what accepting a strange drink at a party gets him.

Sometimes a night out with the lads just has vampires we’ve all been there

all your failures will die starry-eyed by TheElusiveOllie

"When you meet Jet Star, he's already lost two whole crews and has settled for running solo rather than risk losing a third. You learn that Jet Star can shoot a flattened can off the hood of a car at two hundred meters without so much as leaving a scorch mark. You learn that Jet Star can do long division in his head without thinking twice about it, and that he can tie a tourniquet in the middle of a clap without breaking a sweat. You learn that he knows how to prep a needle to draw blood in an emergency, how to flame-sterilize the nearest tool so it can cut away necrosing flesh, how to stitch a wound one-handed. You don't ask him how he knows any of it, and he never says."

Mind the tags! I havent finished reading this one but its a fun origin story

AUs

Once you go hazy, you’ll understand by spellingbee (wip)

Battery City has fallen to ruins, taking Better Living Industries with it. With no one to rebel against any longer, the killjoys have disappeared into the past.

Fifty years later, Party Poison and their crew stumble upon an old, abandoned diner.

None of them expect to find a ghost inside.

All these ghosts… and Party still can’t find a boo (...unless?)

I’ll Never Hurt You by ACatWithManyFandoms (wip)

Andy wakes up hungover after a party at his best friend's, a party which may have been the biggest event in his life.

If your bro doesn't instantly mock you for possibly being a vampire, is he really your bro?

OC centric

Late Dawns and Early Sunsets by Crash_Cat

Four killjoys spend a long night under the stars, experiencing what freedom tastes like.

A short story featuring me and my best friends as killjoys.

Oh to be a killjoy hanging out under the stars with your friends, fresh dye on your hands.

Home by Felix_the_worm

The crew get caught in a sandstorm and discover an abandoned house filled with secrets. But is it really as empty as it seems?

(Part 2 of Late Dawns and Early Sunsets by @killjoy-crash-cat on tumblr.)

Maybe the real friends were the people whose house we broke into along the way

[multiple-fandom-imagines]

The Ghost Artist

So this was originally meant to be an imagine but I ended up writing it more as a one-shot because I got an idea. I also have an idea for a part two as well.

Klaus x reader, Ben x reader Five x Reader

Seeing and interacting with the dead is a straight pain in the ass. You could see and interact with them since birth, so you were seen as a freak to people outside your family and you saw yourself as cursed but little did you know it was because of the day you were born, along with 42 others.

Growing up lots of ghosts came and gone of all different times and deaths, they in a weird way were friendlier than people who were alive, it weirded out your family that you preferred the dead over the living. You were also a great artist, you drew the ghosts that came to you. Today was no different, you were sat in a corner of Griddy’s with a coffee and donut, you were reading a book engrossed in a thriller. Your attention moved when a weirdly dressed man wearing a tie-dye tank top, green sleeveless army jacket, and black skinny leather jeans? With a grumpy kid in a school uniform. Within a blink you noticed a third person, you could tell he was dead, there was a blue glow to him which gave it away.

It was how you could tell if someone was alive or dead, taking out your brown drawing book you started to sketch him, the more you drew him the more connected you became. The male became of aware what was happening, you looked up from your drawing to see the ghost was now sitting opposite you. “I apologize for intruding, it’s just habit.” You said to him, he looked stunned, “Y-You can see me?” he asked, you nodded “I’ve been able to see and communicate with the dead since birth. Some ghosts are a lot nicer than others but in my opinion, I find ghost nicer that alive people.” He hummed in response while watching you draw “I like to use these powers to help spirits give messages to people they care about. Just a warning the more we connect I might see how you die, I can’t really stop it, it just started happening recently.” Ben listened to every word, he was happy to be able to talk to someone other than his brother. “Maybe my brother could help, Klaus can communicate with the dead too.” You grabbed a green pencil to add extra shading to the hood “I’m not sure, I prefer t keep this to myself. People are not usually kind to people who are different.” He nodded understanding how your felt “What’s your name anyway, I like to sign each picture with the spirit’s name.” he smiled exactly “It’s ben, C-Can I see it.” You signed the picture before setting it on the table, turning it so Ben could see it. You see his face light up looking at it. “that’s amazing…”

“Y/n.” you answered, “That’s amazing Y/N, this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me.” You felt your heart warm at his comment. The calm light atmosphere between the both of you was short lived when the loud man from earlier threw himself into the booth beside Ben. You tried to grab your book before he could see the picture, but as you pulled it away his hand landed on the book. “That’s a really cool drawing. Wait a mo-.” he turned the book back around to get a better look. “Ben? You drew Benny boy.” He lifted the book “Holy shit… you can see him!” Ben looked pissed, he was mad his brother was bothering you and make you uncomfortable. “Klaus give the book back!” Ben shouted

“Wow, such hostility brother, I’m only admiring the Ghost artist’s work.” You watched as he flipped through the pages, you weren’t good with people in general so confrontation was like hell. “P-Please can I-I have it back.” Your voice was small almost like a whisper. “Are all these people dead. You can see ghosts like me?” you could only nod, his face lit up and his questions started to fly out of him like an excited child. It was becoming overwhelming fast, suddenly the kid stormed over snapping the book from Klaus hand, closing it and handing it to you. “I’m so sorry about my idiot brother bothering you. I hope he didn’t annoy you much.” Klaus put a hand over his heart “I’m offended Five… I would say incredibly handsome bro- OW!” Five whacked the back of his head before ordering an “Up!” pulling him roughly away from the booth. “Again, I’m sorry.” Five said pulling him away towards the diner’s exit before he could get him out Klaus shouted to you. “hopefully we can meet again ghost artist!”, Five whacked him again, you saw Ben was gone too. You let out a sigh trying to wrap your head around what just happened. You looked out the window to see them getting into a car, Klaus waved in at you before being pulled in.

Eventually, you went along your day, stopping to picking up new drawing pencils before heading to your apartment. You let your self in, hanging up your coat, you walked into the kitchen making yourself a coffee before sitting in your favourite armchair in the living room. You felt a gush of cold air brushing past you making you shiver. You grabbed your drawing book and pencils getting ready for the spirit, you looked up seeing a solider “Hi, I’m Y/N, who am I specking too?” the solider looked around, you could tell this was his first manifestation. He looked at you, “Dave, my name is Dave.”

[lilyvandersteen]

Out of the Blue: Chapter 6

Cover art: @redheadgleek​

Beta extraordinaire: @hkvoyage​

Author’s Note:

I love Model!Klaine, so this chapter is my tribute to that trope :-)

Warning: this chapter might make you hungry if you check out the pictures of the party food.

Chapter 6: A True Chameleon

“But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them forever.”

(An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen)

Kurt looked at the address he’d just written on an envelope and bit his lip.

Would he dare send it or not?

He was veering towards the YES option. After all, Cooper had told him he wanted to be invited to any bash Kurt threw, and Halloween was one of Kurt’s favourite party occasions, so he went all out.

He had a feeling Cooper would appreciate a Kurt Hummel Halloween Extravaganza. Slightly over-the-top and too much seemed to fit the guy to a T.

His mind made up, he shoved the invitation onto the pile and continued writing.

Of course, he had no idea whether Cooper would be able to make it. The guy did a lot of charity work, and in spite of being the CEO of a multimillion dollar firm, he still starred in many ad campaigns, so he had to be fiendishly busy all the time.

But Kurt was in luck. Three days after he’d sent the invitations, he got a call from an unknown number, and for once, it wasn’t a telemarketer but a much more welcome caller.

Cooper! Who promised to come to the party! With his brother in tow again, but hey, maybe the guy would be less grumpy this time around.

But what Cooper said next wiped the grin off Kurt’s face. He planned on buying them a sofa bed as a gift for the party. Yes, he was rich, but that was completely ridiculous and way too much.

Now that Kurt had actually met Cooper and talked with him, he liked the guy. Not because of his looks or his money, but because he was good-natured and personable and interesting to talk to. Plus, it wasn’t just on the surface. Yes, he was full of compliments and a first-class charmer, but more than that, he seemed to go out of his way to help people and cheer them up and devise solutions to all sorts of problems. Another point in his favour was that he wasn’t uppity in the least, unlike his brother.

Because of all that, it didn’t sit right with Kurt to profit off his friendship with Cooper, and he told the man so.

Cooper proved stubborn about it, however, and by the time he rang off, the delivery of the sofa had been planned for that Wednesday, with Cooper overseeing the installation and making sure the delivery men had brought the exact one he ordered.

Kurt took a few minutes to collect himself before he went to the living room to brief Rachel and Santana.

Unlike him, they had no qualms about accepting extravagant gifts from Cooper, and whooped gleefully about the sofa bed.

“And he asked for pumpkin pie, so I’ll add that to the snacks I was planning,” Kurt said. “You can nibble on anything else beforehand, ‘cause I’m making plenty, but don’t you dare touch the pumpkin pie!”

“Oh, are you making those ghost sugar cookies again? Britt loves those!”

                        Kurt nodded. “Yep. The other desserts are a coffin cake, Dracula dentures, blood drip cupcakes and now pumpkin pie as well.”

“Anything vegan?”

Kurt hummed, thinking fast. “I planned on making black bean hummus, because Elliott loves that. I could also make stuffed mushrooms, those choco bites you like, and your special pumpkin cupcakes, maybe? And a skeleton crudité with a vegan dip, like last year? Only I’d expect you to actually HELP this time around instead of leaving it all to me.”

Rachel swore to help, glaring at Santana, who made no such promise to Kurt.

“You’ll be making your graveyard chicken enchilada dip again?” Kurt asked Santana, who nodded lazily, grinning at Rachel, and said, “And hot pepper mummies.”

“Good,” said Kurt. “Then with the ghost pizza bites, the mummy meatballs, the puff pastry eyeballs and a parmesan breadstick spider with lots of extra legs, we’re all set.”

Kurt put their old sofa on a second-hand sales website and arranged for it to be picked up on Wednesday at noon.

“You better hope Cooper turns up with that new sofa, or I’ll bunk in your bed tonight!” Santana said before she left for work.

Kurt bit his lip, and hoped that Cooper would be as good as his word.

After the old sofa had been picked up, Kurt cleaned the whole loft and made as much room as he could for the delivery men to maneuver. Then he made himself a quick lunch and ate it.

He didn’t want to sit around doing nothing until Cooper showed up, so he got started on the sugar cookie dough for the Halloween party. He’d just put it in the fridge when he heard knocking.

Quickly, he took off his apron, checked his clothes for flour stains, and then went to open the door.

There stood Cooper, with next to him a cute and smartly dressed curly-head, who was wearing a bow tie with ducks on it and announced that Kurt’s delivery was here. His accompanying smile dazzled Kurt, who could muster up no more than a rote answer, and led everyone inside.

Two delivery men installed the sofa, and then left. The cutie with the duck bow tie did not leave with them. He stayed around to explain to Kurt how the mechanism worked to turn the sofa into a bed.

Kurt truly appreciated the cutie running him through it, because it was far from simple, and it might have taken him a while to figure it out by himself, so he made sure to thank him after the explanation.

The cutie didn’t seemed pleased, though. Was he expecting a tip? Oh help, Kurt had been grocery-shopping for the party and had no cash left! Would he dare offer the guy some of Rachel’s vegan choco balls instead of money?

And then Cooper put his arm around the cutie’s shoulder and grinned at Kurt. “My little bro knows his stuff, doesn’t he?”

Kurt took another look at the cutie. Was this the same guy Cooper had brought to the wedding? It couldn’t be, could it? This cutie was all smiles and cheery colours and fun socks and wild curly hair. It had to be another brother than the stiff and starched one with the gelmet that had come to the wedding. Right?

Cooper clearly seemed to expect a response, so Kurt, floundering, asked whether the cutie worked in the sofa business.

It must have sounded as inane as it felt to Kurt. The cutie frowned in confusion and then told Kurt he was studying music at NYU.

So he’s musical too? Nice!

Kurt needed no more than that to strike up a conversation about Broadway plays, and had all but forgotten Cooper when he butted in to offer Kurt a modelling gig in his newest ad campaign.

Wow! But am I handsome enough for that?

When he voiced his concerns, both brothers were quick to reassure him that he was stunning.

The curly cutie had been flirting rather heavily with Kurt, so him alone, Kurt wouldn’t have believed, but he did believe Cooper, and readily agreed to work for him as a model. The cutie seemed happy about that, telling Kurt he’d be working on the same campaign.

Cooper and the cutie left with twin smiles on their faces and a promise to be there at 8 p.m. on Friday.

“Looking forward to the pumpkin pie already!” Cooper said. “Your cooking is stellar!”

Next to him, the cutie nodded emphatically and echoed “Stellar”, before turning around and following his brother.

Huh? Cooper hadn’t taken any wedding cake home, had he? So how would the cutie know Kurt was a good cook? Did that mean this WAS the same guy who had come to the wedding? What was his name again? Something with a B, right?

Kurt, feeling more puzzled than ever now, watched them go down the stairs, noting absently that the cutie had a lovely backside. Then he roused himself from his fit of abstraction, shrugged and slid the door closed.

It didn’t matter. Whoever it was would be coming to the party on Friday, and Kurt planned on finding out the guy’s name, and whether a churlish disposition or a sunny one was his default.

K&B

The following days were filled with classes and shifts at the diner and lots of cooking and baking whenever he was at home. The fridge and freezer were full to overflowing with snacks and desserts for the party.

Kurt let his roommates try everything, but made sure to keep reminding them that the pumpkin pie was off limits. He’d made two pies, just in case one didn’t turn out right, but both seemed okay, and he was pleased that he could offer Cooper at least something in return for his generosity.

Santana loved sleeping on the new sofa bed, and everyone loved sitting on it to watch television. Kurt had bought a water-resistant cover for the sofa to avoid it getting stained again, and a few cushions in bright colours to liven it up, and he quite liked how the living room looked now.

When Friday evening arrived, the loft was ready for a party. Rachel and Sam had put the decorations up under Kurt’s supervision, Britt had frosted and decorated tons of sugar cookies and cupcakes, Mercedes had helped Kurt with the last of the cooking and baking, and Santana had filled jugs with bright green, orange and red drinks she had mixed. A banner above the jugs invited party-goers to “choose their poison”.

Now Kurt was humming happily as he put his wig and then his helmet on, psyched for the party. Halloween was so much fun!

Half an hour later, the party was in full swing, and Kurt was sitting on the sofa and sipping one of Santana’s very strong drinks when Rachel came their way with Cooper in tow.

Cooper was holding a shiny top hat and wearing an embroidered white waistcoat, a black tailcoat, light grey trousers and high black boots. He looked amazing.

Kurt vaguely heard Santana banter with their guest, but didn’t pay much attention to what either of them said, because Cooper dressed up like that was a sight to see. The man was impossibly handsome.

All of a sudden, Cooper started to sing. Huh? What was going on?

And then it dawned on Kurt that Cooper had brought his brother with him again, who was dressed as Gaston from The Beauty and the Beast. They were singing the Gaston song together, and very well, too.

Kurt took in ‘Gaston’. Same stature as the curly cutie, same 1000 Watt smile too. But wow, those biceps! And wow, those thighs! And what a tiny waist he had, emphasized by the belt he wore…

“You’re drooling!” Santana hissed in his ear, and Kurt closed his mouth with a snap and glared at her.

Rachel took the Anderson brothers’ song as an invitation to start the karaoke part of the evening, and Kurt sighed. Another bet lost. He really shouldn’t bet with Santana anymore. She seemed to be psychic.

He forgot all about that, though, as soon as he was on stage singing For Good with Rachel.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. Kurt may have drunk a few too many of those strong drinks Santana had mixed, and eaten too few of the mountains of snacks he’d prepared. Whatever it was, it made him wake up the next day with a pounding head and a tongue that felt like sandpaper, and no recollection of the party whatsoever.

He yawned and stretched and walked to the kitchen, where he inspected the remains of the party food in the fridge. Ha, there was still some pumpkin pie left!

He plonked down on a chair next to Santana, who was staring into a mug of coffee as if it held all the secrets of the universe.

“Those drinks of yours were a little too strong,” Kurt said, tucking into the pie.

Santana groaned. “I know. How can you eat when you’re hungover? I can’t even look at food right now!”

Kurt shrugged. “I’m hungry. Hey, did Cooper eat some pumpkin pie yesterday? I can’t remember.”

Santana’s head snapped up. “Of course you can’t! You only had eyes for his brother yesterday.”

Kurt stared at her dumbly.

“Blaine! You spent half of the party dancing with him. No more than that, though. I kept hoping you’d at least make out sloppily, or drag him to your bed, but you kept it PG. Boring.”

So his name was Blaine. Right. And apparently, they’d been dancing?

Kurt heaved a sigh of relief that no more than that had happened. He so didn’t want to have his first time kissing or having sex while he was drunk.

Plus, it would make the modelling gig scheduled for next Wednesday awkward. If he remembered correctly, Blaine had said he’d be working on it too. As the photographer maybe? Or arranging the shoot?

K&B

That Wednesday, when Kurt arrived at the address Cooper had given him, he couldn’t help staring. Somehow, they’d managed to turn an industrial building in NYC into a ranch. There was real grass on the floor. There was a cosy-looking farm house with a two-seater swing on the porch. And the ranch came with cows and calves, as well as horses and their handlers. The noise was deafening, and the chaos overwhelming.

Kurt hoped he could find either Cooper or Blaine soonish, because he felt so much like a fish out of water here in this big warehouse that buzzed with activity.

“Hey Kurt!”

Wait, I know that voice… That’s Blaine, right? Oh, good!

Kurt turned around, expecting to see Blaine in a cute vest and bowtie outfit like he’d worn to bring the sofa bed, and his eyes went wide with disbelief. Just how much of a chameleon was Blaine? He’d looked stiff and starched at Brittana’s wedding, cute and adorable while explaining how the sofa bed worked, hot and manly in his Gaston costume (unf, those arms!), but this was yet another side of him. A drop-dead gorgeous and sexy side.

Blaine’s curls were glossy and luscious, styled to frame his face beautifully. He wore a tiny bit of eyeshadow and eyeliner, just enough to make his eyes look really green. His lashes seemed longer and fuller than ever, and his lips the plumpest and most inviting Kurt had seen them yet.

He wore a tightly fitting T-shirt that accentuated his muscular arms, and jeans that hugged his legs in a way that made Kurt’s brain short-circuit.

“Come, let’s get you to our stylist and then to hair and make-up so that we can start shooting,” Blaine said, grabbing Kurt’s hand and tugging him along. “This way. I know a shortcut. This shoot is going to be so awesome. We get to ride a horse, isn’t that great?”

Kurt, still reeling from how sexy Blaine looked and how it affected him, frowned in confusion.

“You’re a model, too?”

It slipped out before Kurt could stop the words, and he hated himself for blurting that out when he saw Blaine’s face fall.

“Not that you’re not… handsome enough or something. I mean, obviously, you are… I just thought you’d be the director or photographer or something… More… in charge, you know? Seeing as you’re Cooper’s brother and all.”

Blaine’s expression became stony, and he dropped Kurt’s hand like it had burned him, leaving Kurt to hurry after him so as not to get lost.

Kurt felt the hair on his arms prickle uncomfortably, and he rambled on. “Ugh, I’m sorry, that came out all wrong. Once I start putting my foot in it, I keep making things worse. So, you’re a model, too. That’s great. Really great.”

“Isn’t it just?” Cooper boomed, appearing out of nowhere and clapping Kurt on the shoulder. “Yes, Blaine often helps me direct, and he’s photographed a few shoots, too. But for this, I needed him to model. I mean, look at how he fills out that pair of jeans!”

Cooper made Blaine turn around so that Kurt could admire his backside, which he did with bad grace, his eyes shooting daggers at his brother. But wow, yes, Cooper had a point there. Kurt had difficulty tearing his eyes away from that delectable view to focus on what Cooper said next.

“Pair that with Blaine’s curls and lashes, and his million-dollar smile – give me the smile, squirt! – and you got one killer combination. Yep, Blaine will definitely be the main poster boy for this campaign.”

Kurt nodded. “I can see why.”

Blaine rolled his eyes and said to a guy rolling a rack of clothes around, “Kyle, this is the new model Cooper selected. Get him the dark wash jeans, a blue shirt and a cowboy hat. Tell Reena to leave his hair as is. She just needs to accentuate his eyes.”

“Maybe give him a bit of a tan?” Cooper suggested, but Blaine shot him another glare and bit at the stylist, “No tan.”

“Gotcha,” said Kyle cheerfully. He looked Kurt up and down, raffled through the clothes on the rack and then thrust a pair of jeans and a shirt into Kurt’s hands. “The hats are still boxed up, hang on…”

Kurt looked at the clothes he’d been given, and turned to Cooper. “So where do I… Is there a changing room?”

A snort came from behind him. He didn’t know whether it had come from Kyle or from Blaine, but it made his cheeks glow with embarrassment.

Cooper shook his head. “Nope, no changing room. You’re supposed to change right here. I promise everyone here is professional and won’t stare.”

Kurt looked down. “All… all right then.”

In his haste to get the jeans and shirt on quickly, he was clumsier than usual, nearly falling face first onto the floor while putting the pants on.

An arm wound around his middle to stop him from face-planting.

“There’s no hurry,” Blaine assured him. “Sam and Puck haven’t even arrived yet.”

Kurt whirled around. “What? Are they modelling today too?”

Blaine grinned and nodded. “You have to admit Sam makes sense as a cowboy. And Cooper liked the look of Puck as well.”

Kurt deflated a little. He’d thought that the fact Cooper chose him for this campaign meant something, but clearly, it didn’t, seeing as Cooper had asked any friend of Kurt’s that fit the profile. So much for being stunning.

As soon as Kurt was dressed and his make-up had been done, Blaine took him to meet the horses and cattle and their handlers.

“We’re going to do a few scenes where we look like we’re herding cattle, then a few on the porch, where we’ll be eating and playing guitar, and then a few at the bar, that’s over there,” Blaine explained.

Soon after, Sam and Puck arrived, and the shoot started.

It should have been plain sailing. When he was eight, Kurt had begged Burt for horse-riding lessons. He’d been the only boy, like in his ballet classes, but he’d loved the lessons nonetheless, and had become quite a proficient rider. The horses used for the shoot were docile, as were the cattle, and keeping them in line should have been a piece of cake.

Somehow, though, Kurt kept hitting snags. When he got on the horse that had been assigned to him, the saddle proved to be loose, sliding off and making Kurt look like he couldn’t even mount a horse properly.

Cursing under his breath, he fastened the saddle, and at the same time, he fixed the stirrup straps, which seemed to have been arranged to fit a child, or a very short man. That would have made him look like an idiot again. Had this been done on purpose?

He put it from his mind, focusing on gently guiding his horse and following Cooper’s instructions. Just when the horse had gotten used to him, something odd happened again.

There was a sudden explosion, deafening and bright, right in front of Kurt. His horse reared and then bolted, racing through the warehouse. Kurt had to use his entire body to steer the panicked animal away from people and cattle and camera equipment, while doing his utmost to calm it and not fall off.

By the time the horse slowed down and quieted, Kurt was exhausted, and his heart was beating out a drum solo.

Blaine helped him off the horse, looking stern.

“I don’t know what happened,” Kurt panted. “Was that a lamp that exploded?”

Blaine’s expression became even grimmer. “I’ll look into it.”

Tears pricked at Kurt’s eyes, and he had to work hard to keep them in. Now he’d probably ruined his chances of ever being in an Anderson ad campaign again – and through no fault of his own!

They picnicked on the porch, and then Sam and Blaine and Puck all started playing the guitar, and everyone sang along, which was fun.

The last scenes were in the bar, and seeing as Cooper offered them real alcohol to drink, it didn’t take Puck long to become obnoxious.

“Some cowboy you are. Can’t get on your horse, can’t keep it under control, and you scatter the cattle instead of herding them. How on earth did you even land this job?”

Kurt gritted his teeth and turned to a couple of guys who were practicing with a lasso as a game. “Can I borrow that for a minute?”

Kurt looked at the empty bottle they’d been aiming at and estimated the distance. Easy peasy.

He threw the lasso, and it landed neatly around the bottle.

The men cheered, and Kurt turned to Puck. “That’s how.”

Sam clapped him on the back, hollering, “That’s my boy!”

Even Puck whistled and said, “Neat!”

The only one who glowered when Kurt caught his eye was Blaine.

And then Kurt remembered that they were filming a scene for a commercial. And what he’d done had certainly NOT been in the script.

Uh-oh, messed up again! Stupid Puck!

But Cooper shouted, “Cut! That’s a wrap!” and came to Kurt to congratulate him for ending the story in such a powerful way. “This is just perfect! Well done!”

Phew! Thank heavens Cooper isn’t such a stick in the mud like his brother…

 K&B

When Kurt saw the commercial on TV a few months later, he smiled. Somehow, Cooper had cut the footage in a way that made Kurt look good instead of clumsy, weaving through the cattle and other horses like he was born to do it, and the scene where he shut up Puck was the icing on the cake. Now that he got to look at it from another point of view, he noticed that Blaine wasn’t glaring at him but at Puck. Probably miffed about something else then, not about Kurt straying from the script. Good.

The check Kurt had gotten for being in the commercial and posing for pictures afterwards had been bigger than he’d expected. He would have no trouble paying his share of the rent for months to come. And Cooper had promised he’d get in touch if he had another commercial Kurt would be perfect for.

Yes, Brittany inviting Cooper to her fake wedding had been one of her more brilliant ideas, to be sure.

[kenkamishiro]

Ishida’s Q&A comments from YJ compilation, Part 3

More recommendations from Ishida, plus an unexpected comment about/from Togashi!

For anyone who doesn’t know about the relevant Questions to Ishida contest, please read here. You can start from Part 1 here.

The recent set of zakki:re and interview translations take a lot of time and effort, so if you enjoyed it please leave a like or reblog. Thank you!

2012 (cont.)

(Editor’s note: The Table of Contents (ToC) comments from 2011-12 consist of the answer to the question plus a brief statement of what’s happening in their lives.

No. 32

Tanabata is coming soon, but do you have an event that you enjoy that comes around once a year?

My birthday, which is on December 28. It's not celebrated much since it's during winter vacation.

It's celebrated now ever since Tokyo Ghoul was serialized. Thank you.

No. 33

Do you recall a moment when you were proud of yourself?

In junior high when I high-jumped 155 cm, I felt like I did my best compared to those who weren't in any clubs.

That's pretty high.

No. 34

It’s the London Olympics. Please share with us the event or athlete you're most looking forward to!!

[On break.]

I like artistic gymnastics. Also I wasn't taking a break.

No. 35

Please share with us an anecdote related to pets!!

I had a hamster. Its name was Fattie. I'm late, but thank you for your hard work, Saruwatari-sensei.

I was a fattie too at the time.

[T/N: Referring to the mangaka Saruwatari Tetsuya who finished his longest running series "Tough" roughly around this time.]

No. 36

Summer is buzzing around with bugs!! Please share with us an anecdote related to bugs that happened during summer break.

I lived together with a giant spider for a while. I'm going to buy a whole bunch of comedy DVDs.

I had bugs often show up in my room during my time in Tokyo.

No. 37-38

Give us a recommendation for a summer song!!

TK from Ling Tosite Sigure's album was really cool. Tokyo Jungle is simple but at the same time interesting.

It's TK-”san" damn it!! Death to you!

[T/N: Referring to TK’s first album “flowering” based on the date. Tokyo Jungle is a PS3 game.]

No. 39

Please tell us a weakness of yours that you secretly but really want to fix!!

I want to live a normal life, but it's more difficult than I expected. I was moved by Ishikawa-san fighting back with all her strength in table tennis.

"Being late.” I want to spend the rest of my life fixing that.

[T/N: Probably referring to one of Ishikawa Kasumi’s semi-final/bronze medal matches during the 2012 Olympics.]

No. 40

If you have a website you want to recommend please tell us!!

These days I've only had time to look at Yahoo! News. I bought a Wii so I can play Smash Bros.

Not any different from today.

No. 41

What's an impressive full-time/part-time job you've experienced outside of being a mangaka? Also, what kind of job did you want to do a long time ago?

I flipped the patties at Mos Burger. I would like to teach manga at school.

I don't want to teach manga at school. I'd rather flip the patties.

No. 42

Please tell us any numbers you're unintentionally conscious of!!

The number 4. The number of times that I'd look at a clock and it'd say 4:44 was so high that I decided it’d be my lucky number.

It does happen every so often.

No. 43

Are there any instruments you're good at, or would like to play?

I play the piano occasionally. I had a meeting at Ringer Hut for 8 hours.

Glad the meeting went well.

No. 44

Please list one person who you think is a genius!

Togashi Yoshihiro-sensei, Miura Kentarou-sensei, Umino Chica-sensei, Miyazaki Hayao-san and George Lucas.

Truth.

[T/N: The creators of Hunter x Hunter/Yu Yu Hakusho, Berserk, Honey and Clover/March Comes In Like A Lion, Studio Ghibli, and Star Wars respectively. Truth indeed.]

No. 45

Art Autumn has arrived!! Any artists or art you recommend?

Cirque du Soleil has truly stolen my heart. Volume 4 is currently on sale. I'm beyond happy to see Togashi-sensei's comment on the obi...

I still say that. I was really happy about the comment on the obi. It was on the Tsukiyama cover.

[T/N: Togashi’s comment said,  「混色たちの鮮やかで醜いお話がここに在ります。」 “Here lies an unsightly story with the vividness of a motley of colours.” ]

No. 46

It's Appetite Autumn! What's your favourite fast food!?

Lawson's 2-colour jelly is delicious. I'm addicted to Hirayama Yumeaki.

It's Hirayama Yumeaki-"san", goddammit!! Perish.

[T/N: Hirayama is a writer and director known for his horror stories like “The Diner”.]

No. 47

It's Reader Autumn! Please share with us any memorable novels, children's books, or picture books you read in your childhood!

I read Count Dracula at my elementary school library, I was scared and dreamed of it a lot. Now I love that kind of stuff.

Now I'm not really into that stuff anymore.

No. 48

"I can't die until I get to meet this person!!" Please tell us who this person to you is.

Matsuko Deluxe-san. I bought Resident Evil 6. I'm looking forward to playing it.

I want to meet him...but do I really? Though I do like him.

No. 49

What holiday resort do you want to go to even if you have to take a bullet train to get there?

I want to show my face at my parents’ house. I met the editor-in-chief and the designer Shimada. I had a very good time.

Now it’s because no one’s there.

No. 50

What's your favourite alcoholic drink? For those who don't drink, please share with us your favourite beverage.

Yuzu Hachimitsu. I went to karaoke with the staff members. My assistant's rendition of "Magical DoReMi" sounded like it was sung by a mosquito.

Darjeeling Cooler, these days. I remember, it was Ide-san.

No. 51

Please share with us the person/character who you thought was shockingly handsome!

Ashitaka from Princess Mononoke. He's a natural womanizer.

I wonder if he's a shy boy when he's riding together [with San].

No. 52

Checking here to see if you follow the world news!!

I skim Yahoo! News. I bought Animal Crossing. The name of my village is Ishi Village.

Nothing's changed here too!

No. 53

What is a food that is a must for warming you up during the cold season?

I've never eaten convenience store oden so I'd like to buy some to try. I liked the mochi kinchaku at home.

I got to eat the convenience store oden. It was delicious.

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[bigbox141]

Tables, Violence and Love

Does anyone ever think of violently whipping people into or whipping tables at people as a form of affection? No? Well I don’t, but my body... MAH BODDYYYY, IS TELLIN ME YEEEESSS.

i effing love you bro take this desk

Okay, so I’m going to tell a rather odd story. A story about games, characters I find interesting, and how my brain randomly decides that it wants to imagine these people being somehow violently attacked by myself... with the aid of a table, desk, or window.

Once upon a time, I was sat at my computer thinking: “Hmm... I wanna see what all these visual novels are about, y’know?” So, amidst a Steam sale, I bought one. From what I saw, it was just an ordinary sappy romance VN, and I was curious to see how it’d pan out. When playing it, I immediately thought, “man, these characters are annoying.” The protagonist’s family are jerks, her workplace bullies her, and she’s also a bit of a brat. Bit of an unstable start, y’know? Then, this one character comes along (who so happens to be the love interest) that isn’t any of these things and I find them lovable enough as a result. Hey, I suppose they got the whole love interest thing down right in that regard. Anyhoot, this character soon became a personal favourite, and when they moved into the protagonist’s place and had a dinner with the family, I had a random... peculiar thought.

So we’re all chilling at this table, right? Little sister is cussing off the main protagonist in sign language, the dad is being all favouring over one and the other making the protag jealous... and that just leaves this love interest character. Suddenly, my mind just kinda races, and when I see this love interest sat at the table, my brain generates this vivid, incredibly detailed daydream about just kinda grabbing the character by the head and slamming them into the table with one clean boom. I then laughed my ass off at how utterly random that thought was and why on Earth I’d ever think such a thing.

When that happened, it was funny. I laughed. I had a chuckle. But I thought nothing more... for about a half a year.

So I was hearing good things about Cyberpunk way post-launch and decided to give it a try. To be honest, I love the game. Didn’t think I would, but something just clicked quite well with me. At one point, I meet this Night City detective by the name of River Ward. He’s a bit of a cool dude. I like the guy, very approachable, well-performed by Robbie Daymond, and looks cool too. So when I meet him in a diner to discuss a murder investigation, naturally, I have another daydream... a familiar daydream... but with a twist!

 yeah there was a window right next to him mate i couldnt help it

At this point, I’m thinking that I’ve lost my bloody mind now. This isn’t the first time anymore. What the hell is going on, all these characters I like are getting pummelled moments after meeting them! So, I tell myself NO. NO MORE TABLES. NO MORE WINDOWS! And I go to sleep.

... then I have a dream. I’m sat a table in front of two dudes playing Russian Roulette with an empty gun. Like, just kinda passing it back and forth infinitely, and I’m watching intently. Suddenly, I see a character in the corner that I vaguely think that I like (it looked vaguely as though it resembled a character from a webcomic I’ve been following). So, naturally, I grabbed the table from underneath the two dudes, and hammer tossed the whole thing at this person in the corner. They don’t even flinch. The table just bounces off of their head, and the two dudes just leave casually. I’d wake up shortly after.

Is this normal, guys? Like, whipping tables at people? Slamming people’s heads into tables as a sign of affection? Oh dear... my oh my, how my mind has turned... tables... something. Cry me a table.

Here’s a thing btw

[localgorewhore-blog]

OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT: BISEXUAL STEVE HARRINGTON

I want Steve’s bisexuality to just be a part of him, not something that is introduced, slowly hinted at, defines him, etc. but rather something that just happens and people don’t make a big deal out of it- characters and writers. For example: Steve is at the Leavers’ party and he- like the other students- is quite drunk. We see him in the background/ his own little scene- playing ‘Spin The Bottle’ or something similar, and the bottle lands on a girl. He kisses the girl, lingering, and then he spins again, this time it lands on a guy. He doesn’t hesitate and kisses the guy with an equal amount of passion. It cuts to the main plot as though it was just another thing that happened- it doesn’t need further explaining or elaborating.

At one point, Billy- the new Hawkins bully and ‘King’- starts provoking Steve outside of a service station where nobody else from school is there to see. Steve- someone who rarely sees red- loses his rag and demands to know what he did to upset Billy so much, for all he has ever done to him is stay out of his way and minded his own business. Billy, not thinking before he speaks, blurts out his real feelings towards Steve: he has feelings for him. Shocked but not empathetic, Steve explains (rather aggressively) that “love” is no excuse for “being a dick.”

In an attempt to impress Steve, Billy begins to tidy up his act and makes an effort to be kinder, though only to Steve. Harrington- being the newly reformed good-guy that he is- doesn’t care for that and tells Billy that he would have liked him if he wasn’t so cruel. This is another subtle inclusion of his bisexuality- he doesn’t mention anything about considering dating another guy or anything of the sort, he just acknowledges the only thing stopping him is Billy’s personality. He goes back to ignoring the school bully and trying to live his own life, while Billy reverts back to his old self.

Steve doesn’t want to work for his egotistical, materialistic parents (who he still loves dearly) but is strapped for cash. He needs money but can’t seem to stick to one job- he is always late, unmotivated or too busy with schoolwork to commit. He knows that he needs to find a job that allows him the time to work on his grades because he realized how little time he has left to become the man he and his parents would be proud of.

Instead of working for Joyce, like Nancy had suggested, he reluctantly agreed to babysit Dustin. While he enjoyed spending time with the boys, he wasn’t too sold on the idea of babysitting one almost every night- especially when some of those nights fell on his much-deserved weekends. Still, it was money and they were nice enough. It started off with Dustin blabbering on about how he can look after himself and didn’t need a babysitter, which Steve actually agreed with, and eventually evolved into a friendship stronger than either of them had anticipated.

 Steve would occasionally fall asleep on the sofa while Dustin slept in his room, somehow growing tired from doing so little, and Dustin’s mother would come home from work and gently cover him up with the throw to keep him from catching a cold. Those mornings would consist of Dustin waking him up by accidentally stumbling over the shoes by the sofa and falling onto him, Claudia’s clumsiness in the kitchen, or to the smell of bacon and eggs planted on a third plate just for him. Claudia treats him like a son she only gets to see during the holidays and Dustin grows to love him like a brother.  

Many months pass and Steve goes from crashing on the couch twice a week and making it home late from babysitting the other five days to spending every night at the Henderson household. For his 18th birthday, Dustin and Claudia surprise Steve with a turtle of his own, after having seen how fascinated he is by Dustin’s. Dustin teaches Steve the basics on caring for reptiles and even lends him his books he checked out from the library.

After many months of rolling a 3 on persuasion, Dustin finally manages to convince Steve to participate in the boys’ latest DnD campaign; at first, he doesn’t see the appeal in spending four hours staring at a couple of figurines being pushed around a fold-up table, but that soon changes. He finds himself sneaking a peak at Dustin’s DnD manuals every now and then while the boys are at AV club. His curiosity evolves from the odd gander to stealthily sneaking different campaign books out of Dustin’s room and staying up all night to read them- only to regret it in the morning, tired and grouchy. After a good few sessions, the boys begin to outright question his sudden tactical improvements and how they do not coincide with his (seemingly) lack of interest in DnD. Of course, he does not admit to finding the concept of something this nerdy to be thrilling. As the months pass by, Steve’s facade cracks and his love for nerd culture is made apparent- only making him all the more impressive to the boys.

Every other Friday, the boys and Steve all spend the night round the Henderson’s where they marathon a variety of different films. Sometimes, Jonathan and Nancy join them, though not often. One of the first movies they all watched together- though it was Steve’s first time seeing it- was Star Wars. Despite being aware that he had a crush on both Han and Leia, he knew pretty much nothing else about the films. Not understanding the premise of the trilogy, he constantly whispers all sorts of questions into Dustin’s ear in attempt to learn more. Dustin, being a huge Star Wars fan, doesn’t want to hear it but instead the film, and tells Steve to shut up. Embarrassed  because he knows he’s not as intelligent or quick to catch on at the others, he sinks lower into the chair and focuses on the TV. Dustin notices this and feels bad, so without being prompted to, he leans in and quietly begins to explain the things he feels would be confusing for Steve. This leaves Steve with a goofy grin plastered on his face because he is aware of what Dustin is doing for him.

All of the boys agree that Leia is a kickass and Mike tells Steve (in confidence) that Eleven reminds him of Leia because of their strength and willpower. Steve laughs and agrees. “They both have the force, I guess.” Mike would later go on to convince Eleven, with the help of Steve, that they should dress up as the iconic duo for Halloween, despite her not really seeing the point in it (other than it making Mike happy).

A little bit of time passes and Dustin becomes aware that Lucas has been confiding in Steve about his relationship with Max. Recalling how “girl troubles” were the basis of Dustin and Steve’s friendship, he shamefully grows jealous. Not wanting to upset the party for something he knows is petty, he keeps it bottled up. However, Steve comes home late one evening and sees Dustin watching their favourite film (Alien) alone. The conversation goes as follows:

“Hey man, watching it without me?”

“Wouldn’t you rather watch it with Lucas?”

“Dustin,” Steve sighs, ”you’re like my little bro, my best pal- so shut up and move over so we can watch this together.”

There’s a silence.

“I bought nougat?” 

“Son of a bitch... Fine.” Dustin reluctantly shuffles over with a ghost of a smile.

Roughly an hour into the film, now nearing the end, the boys fall asleep on the sofa together. When Claudia goes downstairs to make them some breakfast, she spots them still fast asleep and sneaks over to take a Polaroid. She would later go on to use that- much to their dismay- as a Christmas card.

Further on down the line, Steve introduces the Henderson’s to his new (soon-to-be) boyfriend. Dustin on the other hand grows a little jealous of this new guy who gets to spend so much time with his “brother” and isn’t subtle about it. As a way of apologising- and reassuring him that nothing will change- Steve and Michael take Dustin to get as much chocolate pudding, milkshakes, and ice cream as he likes. 

Whilst at the diner, Dustin discovers that Michael is a not-so-secret huge nerd also. He expresses his surprise at Steve dating a nerd, having assumed that wasn’t really his type. The three of them sip their milkshakes and Steve sits back while Dustin and Michael gush over nerd culture, comics, and a hundred and one other things he doesn’t understand but is happy to hear about. These conversations continue over the course of four different milkshake dates. Steve jokes about how he is now the one that should be jealous.

 (tbc)

[detoxdolan]

A Really Late 30 Questions

Hello loves! I was tagged by @broncodolan & @litdolans but didn’t see it until now!! 

1. Nickname: I have like..different nicknames from different people. My family will call me Ni (pronounced like “nee”) or Nina (which is totally not my name but has always been my nickname for some reason?? lmao. And my friends call me dumbass.

2. Gender:  Female

3. Star sign: Leo

4. Height: 5′6

5. Time: 7:55pm

6. Birthday:  August 1st

7. Fave bands: I like old Maroon 5 a lot. Young the Giant. The 1975. etc etc

8. Fave solo artists: Literally too many to count. Kanye West?? Sam Smith + Ed Sheeran. HOZIER. Kid Cudi. Marc Anthony. I also really fw Miguel and Bryson Tiller.

9. Song stuck in head: Kitchen - Kid Cudi

10. Last movie watched: Coco and I cried like a little bitch at the movies

11. Last show watched: - Riverdale....ugh don’t even get me started on this.

12. When did I create my blog: I’ve had tumblr for like 8 years, but this is a new account, and it was made on December 18th I think?

13. What do I post: E & G all day baby ✌️

14. Last thing I googled: “What does CIBC stand for” 😂😂

15. Do you have any other blogs?:  @nittyapizza is my personal acc that has all my brain-dump unorganized mess and @nittya2point0 is my more artsy account where I actualy try for my aesthetic~ 

16. Do you get asks?: I do actually. I don’t always get the notifs but I’ll check every now and then, and if I get some good ones, I save them for a rainy day to answer when I’m feeling down and need something fun to do. I also have little ask buddies here and there on tumblr where we’re constantly in and out of eachothers’ asks ☞ @spiffydolan 😉

17. Why did you choose your url: You might wanna buckle your seatbelts for this one cause its gonnA BE ONE HELL OF A RIDE. Okay so- originally my url was @dailydosedolan while I was still new to the fandom back in december. But then I met @dailydosesofdolans and realized that I basically accidentally stole her URL & at the same time, all this drama was going on in the fandom. Kalia and Leena (now @dolansvogue ) deactivated their acconts, all the DolanPoC stuff was ((and still is)) going on, there was all that warehouse winner drama......basically the fandom was a pretty toxic space for a while, and it was such a huge letdown for me, being so new and excited to be here and then seeing all this shit go down. ANYWAYS, in a handful of conversations with my trusty pocket friend @silly-silly-fangirl , we coined the phase “Jersey & Detox” - basically referring to the boys needing to just take a breather, go back to Jers and just..yknow....detox lmao. So I changed my URL to @detoxdolan to symbolize positivity: for the boys, and for out fandom. AND THEN- I made a playlist called Jersey & Detox to celebrate the christening of my new URL.

18. Following blogs: 623 --> I have 5 different blogs with different aesthetics so I follow a ton of different people

19. Followers: 213 -----> This blog is only 2 months old and I genuinely didn’t think a soul would follow me so im sHOOK

20. Favourite color: Blue?? idk maybe millenial pink? To wear I like black. And I also like a lot of neutrals & classic colours. White, beige, olive green, maroon....

21. Average hours of sleep: 6

22. Lucky number: 18

23. Instruments: I can play a bit of piano by ear..does that count?

24. What I’m wearing: I got distracted mid-change so I’m in my work uniform top and pajama bottoms.

25. How many blankets do you sleep with: 1 but I get hot really easily so the minute the sun comes up and the monsters go away, I stick one of my legs out from the side of the blanket 😂

26. Dream job: I’d love to be a director/filmmaker. Or even a musical curator/composer for the sountracks on t.v. shows and films??? or even act......idk I just love everything about film and wish that I could pursue it realistically, but its something that I never really admitted so I just never went after it I guess

27. Dream trip: Santorini, Greece. New Orleans (for Mardi Gras). Portland (for some reason). New York City (cause I’ve never been!). South America (especially Ecuador, because that’s where I’m from). And Italy (because that’s where my parents are from).

28. Fave food: Pizza? Pasta?? Jerk Chicken?? Greek food??? Grilled calamari/octopus???? Soul Food??????? Poutine au Canard from The Rosedale Diner????? 

29. Nationality: South American/Latina/Italian

30. Current fave song: Sex & Super Smash Bros - Kyle

I’m actually so shook that y’all tagged me @broncodolan & @litdolans thank you so much for even thinking of me 😭😭

I’m not sure who has done this, so I’ll just tag some of my faves & if y’all haven’t done it yet, cool - but if you have, then this is a shoutout to you and your awesome blog! Love y’all 💜💜

@spiffydolan @silly-silly-fangirl @coconutethan @dolantreehisser @beckidelrey @abookthatendswnolastpage @g-e-dolan @thetwinsonthemoon

[kyloren]

Road Trip, Mic Drop, and Party?

Road Trip: Rec a favourite multi-chapter fic you read this year 

tacos and tequila by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency: “Betty drives almost four hours in a snowstorm to visit her best friend, Archie Andrews, at college, only to arrive and find out that Archie isn’t home, won’t be returning, and hadn’t even told his roommate she was coming. Snowed in and less than happy about it, Betty might come to learn that 48 hours trapped with Jughead Jones won’t be that bad after all.” 

something to tell you @findingbetty: “A story of serendipity, new beginnings and letting your guard down.” 

born losers by @sylwrites: “For years, Jughead’s life has been about Jellybean. Now that she’s off to college, he can start picking up where he’d left off. Two things might complicate this a bit: being named best man in his childhood friend’s wedding, and the bride’s maid of honour.” 

i’m so in love with you (and i hope you know) by ImJustLikeMe: “A slightly alternate AU where the core four go to school in NYC and Betty thinks the magic between her and Jughead is gone, Veronica helps, and fluff and drama ensues with smut to occur eventually.” [this is technically a multi-chapter.]  

i don’t wanna be your friend, i just wanna be your lover by @sopaloma: “Betty spends a long weekend with Jughead.” 

dark comes down by zombiekittiez: ““What are we going to do about this?” Betty was already leaning against my locker after school and I tried not to sigh and look put out, but honestly, I wasn’t trying very hard. Paranormal AU.” 

Mic Drop: Rec a favourite oneshot you read this year 

nick & nora/sid & nancy by @santiagone: ““Betty, I didn’t talk to Archie for a whole summer.” “Well, you had a perfectly good reason,” she protests. “In my defence,” he mumbles, “it wasn’t Archie I had feelings for.”” 

pins and needles by @doodlingstories (doodlingstories @ ao3 and I think this is the same person. somebody correct me if I’m wrong): “Cheryl gets her pin back and Jughead gives her the option to watch something that might break her apart.” [#WhatHappenedToMonday? man, I’m still salty over the brooch] 

i’m gonna need a cold shower… by @createandconstruct: “Betty and Jughead unexpectedly encounter a new side of their relationship, and expectedly, encounter some criminal activity; this is Riverdale after all.” 

all that we could do with this emotion by loveleee: “Betty & Jughead, after the diner scene in 1x10.” 

roll the dice by @ohkingsteve (ariquitecontrary (ItsAriyanna)): “Betty is oblivious, Jughead pines, Veronica spills the tea, and Reggie finds his One True Bro™.” 

decanting by chiquita2311: “When Fred goes out of town for the weekend, Archie sees it as the perfect opportunity for a little misbehaviour with Jughead. This is the aftermath, and the only one capable of picking up the devastation? That would be Betty, of course.” 

like tiger stripes by @burberrycanary (Dorian): “He watches as the image of Betty reflected in the mirror puts on red lipstick. In the softly lit room, the color glows like neon lights shining off wet pavement.” 

where they may by @stillscape: “Betty helps Jughead deal with Ethel’s crush on him.” 

Party: Rec a favourite WIP you loved this year and look forward to enjoying into next year, too 

looking for a mind at work by loveleee: “When the fireworks start, Jughead and Betty are alone.” 

murder on the orient express by formergirlwonder: “The year is 1934. Jughead Jones, a successful mystery novelist, is called back to London from Istanbul by his agent. On the train he reunites with an old love… And then a passenger is stabbed to death in a locked compartment, just as the train stops in a snowdrift. The murderer is on the train, and it’s up to Jughead and Betty to catch them before they strike again.” 

you’re going to go far (kid) by PastyPirate: “Jughead has always been unable to say no to Jellybean. So if she wants to join a band of people he barely remembers from a town he’d abandoned years ago, well, then he’s joining a band.” 

would it be a sin? by @juggydunes: “He thinks this is the reason there are books and poems about music, this is the reason music has been around for ages, because of people like her.” 

flower girl by Mogitz: “When most of the University students head home for Spring break, Jughead is tending bar. That’s when Betty Cooper walks in, soaking wet and seeking advice.” 

welcome to camp sweetwater by @twilightvxen: “Jughead and Betty are camp counsellors, and she makes him hate this place a little less every day.” 

lemon drops and chocolate chips by @lilibug–xx: “Jughead moves in across the hall from Betty. He definitely seems to like her baking. He’s sweet, confident, and flirty. Can she let herself like him back? It’s been a struggle to get over her last relationship, but Jughead seems to be patient. He might be exactly what she’s needed.” 

wonderstruck by @santiagone: ““You’re in my clothes,” he says after a moment, so stunned that his eyebrows almost creep up into his hat.” 

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disclaimer: I haven’t read Riverdale fanfiction since end of October, so I’m not including the new fanfics that came out. Sorry ‘bout that. 

[yourjughead]

Long time...no see

Request: “I was wondering if you could do a Jug x reader where the reader used to live in Riverdale and moved when she was like 6-7. And she comes back and her and Jug and completely in awe at how they look now. And maybe get steamy/smutty??”. Pairing: Jughead x reader Warnings: one or two swears. Mention but no description of injured relative due to military commitments. Fluff. Smut. A/N: Changed the readers age of leaving slightly to match the story better. Quite like this one, drifted a little from the request my apologies. Hope you like it also sorry it’s kinda long-ish P.S ((Double brackets means it’s me speaking between them)) REQUESTS OPEN! ——————————————————– 3rd POV Riverdale. A place almost completely alien to you now. Almost. You left your home here at age 10 as your mom was traveling with the army and your dad couldn't bare to be too far from her. So you all packed up your stuff, said goodbye to your friends and headed down South. You hadn't seen your friends in Riverdale since. 7 years of letters, a connection still fighting to survive between you and your friends. One friend in particular. Jughead Jones. You smiled at the very thought of his name as you unpacked the moving van in the late afternoon,  you hoped for the final time. Your mother had been hurt while on tour overseas and so was retiring back to the place where she and your dad had grown up. Where they wanted to see you continue to grow up. “going out” you shouted up the stairs to them before flying out the door on your way to the Drive In. A favourite spot of yours. “Closing down” you echoed in your head as you read the sign in confusion.  You thought of where next to find your friends. Hoping they still remembered you. You didn't tell anyone you were moving home and you liked it that way, less fuss more fun. Now a bit back from the doors of Pops you looked down the diner and found who you were looking for. Jughead, Archie, Betty, Kevin and a new face. You thought of the last time you saw them. It didn't end well between you and Jughead. You just placed him as having been hurt by you leaving not actually angry with you. You and Jughead had always had a fiery relationship. Not bad fiery but fiery nonetheless. You both got on great but well knew how to push each other's buttons...and enjoyed doing so. You looked again at Jughead through the window busily typing away. “wow hes..grown up a small bit” you thought. Blushing deep following it. You took a deep breath before pushing open the door. Jughead POV The door open down the diner behind me and I felt a chill run down my spine. Odd, usually we're too far from the door to catch the draft. Ignoring this I went back to dead focus on at the computer screen, half listening to the story Archie was telling. He had stopped speaking, I looked up at the unfamiliar silence coming from the read head to see his mouth was agape with what i know now was shock. Actually... Betty and Kevin also across from me were the same. “Umm Archiekins….” Veronica next to me looked more confused than I. I turned slowly half afraid I'd see a ghost… I mean what else could shut Archie up so fast. It was in fact a ghost but not the kind I was expecting. Y/N. I don't think I can hide the pure shock on my face at the sight of her. She's….she's grown up. “Well well just where I left ye, yere tab must be huge by now” she smiled. Not even blinking at the shock. No one spoke. Shock ran through us all and I think Veronica could tell. “Umm hi I'm assuming you're a sea witch or something considering you seem to have stolen my friends voices” Veronica smiled back. “damn it how did you know”. “Y…..Y/N” Betty stood half afraid to move too quickly as if it could scare what she couldn't believe away. “B...betty” y/n mimicked Betty playfully. Well nice to see her humour is still the same. The two met in a hug followed by Kevin. “Well well well Mrs.Jones returns” Archie joked. I'm going to pour his hair care down the sink. ((You guys I really don't know why I think Archie spends a lot of time on his hair, just go with it)) “Oh no no Archiedoodles Jughead and I are divorced from our playground marriage. Still waiting on spousal support though” she laughed back nudging me slightly. I shivered a little under her touch. It was at this moment I realised I was yet to speak. “how...whaaaaa..Y../N? Whaa” good job Jughead good English, good. “Ah Juggy, as articulate as ever, scooch scooch” she gestured for me to push in smilingly. She's so close to me...she called me Juggy. JUGHEAD SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU DON'T EVEN REALLY KNOW HER ANYMORE. She spent the hour proving me wrong. She hadn't changed in...personality at all. I didn't speak much for the hour, still in awe of y/n. Last time I saw her she was saying goodbye to me outside Pops... I had kissed her and she didn't really react immediately...then I flew off the handle in my stupid 10 year old Jughead rage before she even could. She ran away then....went home and left Riverdale with her parents. Wrote very little, more so to Betty. Understandable. I had really missed her. We were thick as thieves before she left. “Isn't it jughead?” my attention was hauled back to the table. “uhhhh...no” seemed a pretty solid answer. “yes it is Jughead...he's just in denial Y/N/N, we all are I suppose” Betty looked at me like I had three heads while Archie explain to y/n that we were in denial….about something. Betty’ grin grew wide. Well I just know I'm not going to like what's going to come out of her mouth. “Jughead you should take Y/N” her grin got even bigger than I thought possible. “I….y.../N….take...yes” ah for fuck sake Jughead, pull yourself together! Y/N just smiled to me in response catching my hand lightly under the table. Okay Jughead. Deep breaths deep breaths deep breaths.   I realised quickly that I had agreed to bring y/n to the last film showing at the Drive In. “work...me...tonight...yes sorry” okay seriously I know she's still holding your hand bro but please speak better English. “Oh you're working? That's okay Juggy, I'll go with the group” “No!” okay that was too eager Jug you'll frighten her. She just returned a smile. “Umm...I mean you can just help me with the reels? I haven't decided what to put on yet?” “Tarantino?” now I was smiling at her. “perfect” 3rd POV Later that same night you made your way to the Drive In and to the little booth that played out the films. You found Jughead running around like a headless chicken inside, the first film already playing. “Y’alright Jug?” you say dropping to what looked like a makeshift bed kicking off your shoes. Perfect view of the screen….and of Jughead. He sat down next to you. “yeah, a little sad about this place going….at least they're good films to end on” “of course they are Jug, I chose them” you say playfully nudging him. You both watched the first film in perfect comfortable silence. Jughead flicked on the next film before returning to the bed. The cold began to creep into your bones quickly and Jughead noticed. Slowly and very unsure of himself, he moved closer bringing his duvet with him. You reacted enthusiastically and leaned into his side, head on his shoulder. Both loving this. “H...hey y/n/n?” Jughead stuttered slightly, head fighting heart. “yes juggy” “i...i missed you” “i missed you too Jug” you cuddled into him and he affectionately wrapped an arm around you. “yeah but...I really missed you and really regret how...how we left it” Jughead tried to move the conversation to stop him from shaking with nerves. “you regret kissing me?” she smirked. Shock covered Jugheads face, he hadn't thought you would mention it or even remember it. “emmm no..not at all,.not even a little .. more that I got angry with you” “That's okay Juggy, I never took it personally..I know you were going through a lot at school and...home and stuff..sorry I didn't react how you wanted to I think I was just in shock” you gave a small smile. “That's alright” “i promise if you did it again I would react different” you half joked. Jughead bit his lip and took a chance leaning and kissing you gently before pulling away quickly, many sorries followed. You couldn't help but laugh. His face flushed red and his eyes looked anywhere but you. “Jug...its okay” you took his hand again and he met your eyes. You kissed him this time. He moved his hand to your cheek and you cupped your hand over his to keep it there. You pulled him forward so he was on top of you, lips not wanting to part. Your kisses became hungry and you pulled him closer. You leaned forward and pulled your shirt off throwing it away and wrapping your arms around his neck giggling a little at the thought of what was happening. “What?” he smiled at you before taking his own shirt off. “I just didn't think this would ever happen” you say smilingly. “yeah...you've grown up a small bit”Jughead says trying not to look down at you below him but fighting a losing battle. “speak for yourself” you laugh before pulling him back into a kiss. He moves and kisses down your body as you shiver a little at his welcome warm touch. He fumbles a little with your bra before throwing it in the same direction your shirt went earlier. He began to kiss and bite your boobs as you moaned softly. You moved to undo his belt and remove his pants which he gladly allowed you. You stroked his bulging member through his boxers,  met with a groan. He kissed you on the lips again fiercely before you pulled away slightly, biting his bottom lip before leaving love bites on his neck. As you did this he pulled off your jeans and moaned as you marked him. He slipped his hand inside your underwear to play with your clit. Your turn to moan. You arched your neck causing your head to bury deep into the mattress,  allowing Jughead full access to your neck. “Jug….I missed you so much….stop teasing me” you breathed. Jughead smiled darkly, eyes full of lust. Jughead reached under the bed and retrieved protection which he quickly opened and slipped on. “Y/N don't get me wrong I really really want to do this...but are you sure you want to?” Jughead searched your eyes. “Yes Jughead. More than anything”. Jughead pulled down your underwear and moved into you slowly, you both moaning at the movement.  He began to rock slowly as your wrapped your legs around him wanting to be a close as possible. Jughead leaned forward to meet your lips as your hips began to hit a perfect rhythm.Jughead bit your neck lovingly while still roughly as you ran your fingers through his hair before placing them on his shoulders. “Jug” you moan as your nails began to dig into his shoulders “Come for me y/n” he was just about able to breath out. You feel the knot in your abdomen tighten insanely before releasing. You practically screamed his name, praying there was a loud scene playing on the screen so no one could hear you. Your moans pushed Jughead over the edge as he groaned and grunted, thrusts becoming sloppy. Jughead let out a low moan of your name before falling next you to. You pulled the duvet up to protect from the sudden bite of air and he wrapped an arm loving around you, pulling you close to him. “y/n” “yes” “you should leave and come back unannounced more often” You exhaled laughing. “I'd rather stay right here” ---------------------------------------------- Teehee xX Tags: @sunshine51879 Requested by: @angelinabisognin xX

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I got tagged!

1. Post the rules

2. Answer questions by person that tagged you

3. Write 11 questions of your own

4. Tag 11 people.

Tagged by @ask-50s-diner-amelia​

What is your favourite country?  LAAAAAATVIAAAAA~ (heart) + Spain XDDDD cuz I love Spain! AS A COUNTRY! I MEAN AS A COUNTRY!

If you could be any animal, what would it be and why? *purrs* CAT!!!! 

Favourite book? Dvēseļu Putenis (”Blizzard of Souls”) by Aleksands Grīns and “Warrior Cats” by Erin Hunter

Who’s your favourite Hetalia character? Why? . . . America, England, Spain, Romano, Prussia, France, Denmark,Roman Empire + my bae Nyo!Latvia! Why? Hmm... can I skip this question? Cuz too much to explain :D

What type of video game do you play? What’s your favourite? +o+ SURVIVAL (The Long Dark), SIMULATOR (Sims 3),  ACTION (ASSASSINS CREED//FALLOUT 4) and Strategy (Crusader King 2//Heroes of Might and Magic)! I like Horror too buuut.... damn... I am that type that hates jump scares! I prefer to go head to head with enemy! 

What’s your favourite colour? Ahem.... Blue/White and Red/Black

What’s your talent? Being an idiot!

Have any pets? What’s their name? I have kitty and aquarium with one cannibal fish in it. Kitties name - Tina and fish - Simon Simonvich or just Sam

Do you have a favourite comedian? Who? Oh... Do you know that Latvia is like... humor/Comedian capital? It’s deadly! But you can look up Gatis Kandis in Britain Got Talents!

If you could meet two aph characters who would they be? America and Russia! America - to have bro to play games with me and Russia..... to murder~ 

If you had a super power what would it be? Why? TURN BACK TIME!!!! SO I CAN SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I DID SOMETHING ELSE

My Questions:  1) Do you love (platonically) person who tagged you? 2) Who is your favorite character in Hetalia? 3) Favorite animal? 4) Favorite song?  5) What do you get inspiration from? 6) How long you draw (in a day and in general)? 7) What was first anime/cartoon that you drawn ? 8) Any country you would like to visit? 9) Tools with which you enjoy drawing in traditional? 10)  Cats or Dogs? 11) MEAT OR CANDY?! Tagging:  @ask-aph-merman-arthur @ask-amejul @ask-killer-arthur @ask-vampire-francis @askshapeshifterjones @askslovenia @askthemermanalfred @ask-rosy-bonnefoy-vargas-family @ask-theukeamerican @ask-the-american-merman