I even open the door for you

BTS replaced you. - pt.END

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“You guys have no idea how hurt she is that you basically threw her to the curb and left her like that.” I looked at all seven of the men who stood before me after Y/N had ran to her room and closed the door behind her.

“Why are you interfering? What did you say to her to get her to hate us like this?” Jungkook stood before me, squaring up as if he was ready to throw a punch. But I took a step back.

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Empathy Series, part III. Part II can be found here.

A/N: Here it is! Part III, which is also the final part of the Empathy Series. I decided it was time to wrap it up so I could make time to start on the holiday imagines (which reminds me, I still have requests open until the Monday after Thanksgiving!). Thank you for all of the love and support, and I’m very excited to start my new fic “When Fire Meets Fire!”

Words: 1,660 

Warnings: implied smut… I think that’s all, actually.

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Bah, HumBuck! Plan A

 Summary: You’re the newest Avenger. Realizing that Bucky plans to spend Christmas alone, you enlist the help of Wanda, your best friend, and Steve, Bucky’s best friend and your mentor. You’re determined to make his Christmas amazing.

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Powered!Reader

Word Count: ~2,242

Warnings: blood (just a bit), language, fluff

A/N: This is for Sam’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree Writing Challenge. My prompt was #16, “’This was a terrible plan.’ ‘This was your plan.’” @lovelynemesis

I definitely listened to the Pentatonix Yule Log playlist while writing this. Nonstop. On repeat. So good. It just makes me so happy.

*gifs not mine*

Masterlist // Next Chapter (Coming Soon)

It was the morning of December 24th in upstate New York and the inside of the Avengers base had been decked out from top to bottom in ostentatious decorations. Sparkling trees decorated every level, accompanied by garlands, dazzling banners and streamers, and bafflingly intricate and expensive-looking wreaths.

The outside of the base was covered in a thick, fluffy layer of snow; a beautiful winter wonderland, indeed. By the time everyone had cleared out of the base for Christmas, it was only you, Steve, Wanda, Vision, and Bucky who remained.

Both you and Bucky were relatively recent additions to the team; he’d gotten back from Wakanda a year ago, Hydra-free, and you’d been recruited only shortly thereafter.

You didn’t like to toot your own horn too much, but your power -being able to create and control fire and heat- was pretty badass. However, just like fire itself, your powers were temperamental and hard to control. As such, you were assigned a mentor and weren’t put on active duty yet.

They chose Steve for you, which had taken you by surprise. Surely someone like Thor, Wanda, or Vision would have been a better choice? But it had been decided you’d benefit from Cap’s patient guidance and that his level-headed demeanor might even wear off on you a bit. To your superiors’ credit, it had been working so far. You were more likely to think before you acted now and your powers seemed to fight you less as of late. Still, no missions yet.

You were flipping idly through TV channels in the common room, steaming mug of tea clutched in your hand, when Wanda plopped down next to you. The smile on her face was one you knew well; it was full of the promise for fun.

“I know that look, Wanda. What’s going on?” you asked with curiosity, smirk dancing on your lips as you looked at your best friend.

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Seventeen Hip Hop Unit Reaction: “Girlfriend Walking Around in her Underwear”

Hey guys! I haven’t posted a reaction for a while so here you go!! Requests are open! So make them HERE! This is a svt x female reader reaction! 

(Lets be honest here I never know what to theme these things) Mentions/Implies sex! there we go. Lets be blunt. 

*And as always - this is just a reaction, it is in no way real, meant to offend, or to be taken seriously! I do not own all these gifs!! Credit to owners!*


“Jagi!?” Seungcheol shouted, peeking his head around the door of the apartment. It was his safest way to make sure the guys didn’t catch you wandering around in your bra and pants, again. 

“Just open the door Coups,” Jeonghan laughed, pushing the door slightly. “Y/N doesn’t mind…”

Seungcheol shot him a warning look. “No! I swear you’ve seen my girlfriend in her underwear more than your own!” Seungcheol, quickly pushed Jeonghan behind him. “Wait here. Stay!” he warned, closing the door. “Y/N!? You here?”

It was late in the evening. He could smell your shampoo coming from the bathroom as soon as he walked inside. The steam spreading it about the house. “Y/N?” he said quietly, finding you in the kitchen. 

You were wearing his favourite bra. His eyes wandering ever so slightly across your bare back. But, you didn’t hear him. Not with your headphones in your ears, or the slight bubble of the kettle. He couldn’t help himself, biting at his lip as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

The yelp left your lips immediately as you ripped the headphones from your ears. “Ahh you asshole! You scared the shit out of me!”

“I love it when you look like this…” he breathed against your shoulder. Even though this was a weird habit of yours, he wasn’t complaining. 

“I’m getting dressed now…” His lips trailed along your shoulder. “I know the guys are here…”

He smirked to himself. “I’ll get rid of them.” 


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It was one in the afternoon. You had been up for hours, had done work, eaten, showered and yet you were still in your underwear. Wonwoo wasn’t surprised anymore. He was used to this, at least that was what he thought. 

“Are you going to get dressed at all today?” Wonwoo mumbled quietly flicking through his notebook as he tried to work on some lyrics. 

You however were laying on the carpet scrolling through something on your phone. “What?” you laughed in response, throwing a look over at him. “Am I distracting you?”

He laughed ever so slightly. It was shaky, slightly nervous, evidence of the way you always managed to make him feel. “Yes.” He was bluntly honest as always. “It’s very distracting.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, swinging your feet ever so slightly as you watched him. “Hmm, surely you should take it as inspiration,” you teased winking at him and nibbling at your lip.

“Stop!!” Wonwoo cried throwing a pillow at you. With a loud giggle on your lips you pushed yourself off the floor, about to leave him alone when he called, “Where you going?”

Lingering in the doorway you glanced down at your black bra and multicoloured pants. “I was going to get dressed, unless you want to do something else?” 

He tried to stop himself from looking at you. Tried to avoid the way your back curved ever so slightly, the way your bum looked in those pants… The notebook was quickly thrown beside him. 

“You’re such a tease Y/N.”

“Nope you just can’t resist me.”


Your phone was buzzing slightly on the kitchen table. On the screen was a photo of you and Mingyu as he face-timed you. “Hey,” you answered, brushing your hair off your face and checking in the frame that you looked okay. 

“Hey? Is that it?” On his face you could see he was wounded, a slight pout appearing on his lips. “I’m worth more than a hey!”

The slight pause on your end, followed by your giggle wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “Ouch, I thought you loved me.”

“Hmm that’s debatable,” you teased, walking through the dorm with the phone in your hand. Nobody was there, so you took your usual habit of walking around in your underwear. After all nobody was there to catch you. 

“Ow! I didn’t sign up for this abuse!” he argued, pulling the phone back slightly so you caught Minghao, Hoshi and Jun in the background all waving to you. 

“Aren’t you already, I mean there’s three behind you,” you laughed, winking at him through the camera and waving back to them. 

The screen suddenly went black, a loud thump as Mingyu dropped the phone. “Not again Y/N!” 

“Oh Y/N you look amazing!” Hoshi’s voice shouted in the background. 

Mingyu was scrambling with the phone, and before you knew it he was outside. “Why do you do this Y/N?” he laughed, shaking his head as he caught the lace on your bra. “I mean I’m not complaining…”

“Neither is Hoshi,” you laughed pulling a hoodie on quickly. “What are you doing anyway?”

“Well, we were practicing. But, now I have something more important to do…” He threw you a look through the frame. “I mean after all I have to see in person whether or not you really do look good.” 

“Not as good as you though…” 

He winked at you. “Of course.”


You were wandering around the dorm in your underwear, it was just you and Hansol there. So, after a shower you, out of habit, were laying across the bottom of his bed in a bra and pants.

Hansol however was on his phone, stealing glances at the curves of your body trying his hardest not to get distracted. He was used to this. He’d even put away shirts, jeans, leggings, jumpers, all around the dorm just in case.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumbled, feeling his eyes on you even though your own were closed. 

“I’m not,” Hansol sniggered, but his cheeks flushed red as though you’d caught him in the act. “You should get dressed though…The guys will be back soon and I don’t want to have to explain…”

He caught your shoulders shaking with laughter. “You’re cute Hansol,” you whispered. But, with a quick stretch you rolled off the bed. “What would you do if they caught us right now? Hmm?

Your question made him eyes widen. “I…I…don’t know!” he stuttered, a slight laugh in his throat. Hansol’s eyes however were focused entirely on you. 

He stood, crossing the room to you. “I wouldn’t react,” he managed after a moment of gathering his courage. “I’d just keep doing this.” His lips were on yours. The kiss deepening slowly.

“Hansol we’ve got…woah!!!” Seungkwan’s voice shrieked through the gap in the door as Vernon slammed your back against it, slamming it straight in Seungkwan’s face. “Oh my god! Scoups! Get your ass in here!! Vernon’s up to no good!”

“Get dressed. Now!” Hansol stammered quickly, throwing his hoodie at you. “Please, please, for my own sanity Y/N. Please stop walking around like that.”

The thunder of Seungcheol’s hand on the door struck Vernon still, the panic and fear resting in his eyes. “He’s going to kill me…”

Anything For You: Final

Pairing(s): Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: swearing, homophobic slurs, hospitals

Word Count: 1 k

a/n: this took actual ages, i’m so sorry :(

Part 11 / 11  (i’m sobbing)


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The Game (Ethan Dolan)

part four

part one, part two, part three

Inspiration: Eyes Closed by Halsey

(this is really important to the part, some lyrics will be in italics)

Warning: If you are triggered easily, please don’t read.

Originally posted by dolansdolansdolans

Originally posted by danglydolan

I felt my heart racing. Grayson was about to kiss me. I could feel his breath hitting my face as he got closer to me. His lips were practically on mine.

“Grayson wait.” I said putting my hands on his chest.

Grayson pulled away rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have..” Grayson started but I quickly cut him off.

“No, G don’t apologize. I just need time to think about all of this.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

“I don’t mind waiting.” Grayson said pulling me in to another hug.

I really didn’t deserve him.

“call me later okay?” Grayson asked.

“I will.” I said giving him a half smile.

Grayson walked out of my apartment leaving me alone with my thoughts. As soon as I closed the door I let it out. I grabbed the nearest pillow screaming as loud as I could. Grayson really did know everything about me. He’s seen all my quirks and he’s been with me on the worst days and he still says he’s in love with me? Grayson was perfect for me, I knew that. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about Ethan though? I walked over re-reading some of his previous messages.

Ethan: please just meet me somewhere so we can talk?

Ethan: I’m begging you.

Ethan: I know you hate me but just give me a chance.

Ethan: I don’t want to lose you.

Ethan: I will do anything for you to please just talk to me.

Ethan: I’ve called 32 times and this is the 9th message I have sent you, I didn’t expect you to answer.

I don’t know why but I messaged him back.

: I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this but fine, we can meet so you can try to talk yourself out of this.

I stared at my phone waiting for Ethan to text back. I must have sat there for an hour just staring and waiting. Finally my phone dinged with a message from him.

Ethan: It’s cool, I have nothing to say.

I stared at his message, angry tears streaming down my face. He was begging me to talk to him and now he has nothing to say?

: are you serious right now Ethan? You were the one begging to talk to me and now you have nothing to say?

: you said you were sorry, but apologies mean nothing if you keep doing what you’re sorry for.

: I wish I could go back to the day I met you and just walk away. Because honestly, it would’ve saved me so much hurt and pain.

I held myself together as I cried on the couch. I hated him. I hated him so much. I hated him because I have to wonder why I wasn’t enough. I hated him because I still repeat the things he said to me in my head. I hated him because he learned my secrets, my scars, my bruises, my flaws, and then he left. I hated him because he knew I was fragile and dropped me anyways. I hated him because while I was full of love, he was simply full of shit. Above everything, I hated how I didn’t hate him, not even a little bit, not even at all.

“Grayson, can you come over?” I said into the phone.

“I was really hoping you would call, I’ll be right over.” Grayson said.

“see you soon.” I said hanging up.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t want to lead Grayson on, but I needed to fill this black hole that Ethan left. I needed to feel something, anything. In just a short amount of time there was a knock on my door. I opened the door to see Grayson standing there with a single rose.

“I’m glad you called.” Grayson said smiling.

I gave him a forced smile stepping aside so he could come in. Grayson walked over putting the flower in a cup of water. I stood there staring at him.

“what do you want to do?” Grayson asked putting the cup with the flower on my window sill.

“Grayson, kiss me.” I said.

Grayson turned around giving me a look. He obeyed though, making quick strides to where I was standing. He cupped my cheek with his large hand before crashing his lips on mine. I kissed him back making him smile in to the kiss. I feel bad, but I didn’t feel the same kissing Grayson as I did kissing Ethan. Grayson pulled away from the kiss smiling down at me.

“you are so beautiful. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He said kissing my nose.

I didn’t say anything, just hugged him.

“let’s watch a movie.” Grayson said pulling me over to the couch.

I slowly nodded my head. Grayson picked out a movie and sat down on the couch cuddling me to his chest. I looked up at Grayson. He looked like Ethan but their features were so different at the same time. He stared at the screen with a smile on his face. I felt horrible for doing this to Grayson.

“the movie is on the screen babe not on my face.” Grayson said looking at me.

babe didn’t sound the same coming out of his mouth.

“sorry.” I said turning towards the television.

“I was only joking, I think it’s cute that you’re staring at me.

I disgusted myself. I looked at him but all I saw was Ethan.

now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you

now if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you

Grayson turned off the movie halfway through.

"you know we need to talk about all of this right?” He said turning to face me.

He was immediately alerted as he saw the tears falling down my cheeks.

“talk to me.” Grayson said wiping a tear from my cheek.

I hated myself. I had an opportunity here with Grayson but I couldn’t think about anything other then what I lost with Ethan.

would’ve gave it all for you, cared for you.

so tell me where I went wrong.

would’ve traded it all for you, been there for you.

so tell me how to move on.

“I hate myself Grayson.” I said through the sobs that racked my body.

Grayson pulled me in to a tight hug as I sobbed.

“why do you hate yourself?” Grayson asked stroking a hand through my hair.

he don’t realize that I’m thinking about you.

It’s nothing new, it’s nothing new.

“I hate myself so much.” I sobbed.

Grayson slowly pulled away from me standing up.

“you love him don’t you.” Grayson said a single tear slipping out of his eye.

“I don’t want to love him Grayson, I really don’t.” I said standing up to face Grayson.

“but you do, tell me the damn truth, you at least owe me that much.” Grayson said balling his fists.

“Grayson, I love him.” I whispered.

Grayson was silent.

“wow, you’re even more stupid than I thought.” Grayson said walking away.

ouch, that hurt.

“G please, I don’t want to lose you.” I said running after him.

Grayson turned around and I saw just how bad I hurt him. He had tears forming in his brown orbs.

“well you should of thought about that before you lied to me, before you let me make a fool of myself.” Grayson said shaking his head at me.

“G please don’t do this.” I said trying everything I could to save this friendship.

“maybe you and Ethan deserve each other, cause you’re both incredibly selfish.” Grayson said turning away from me.

“G please you’re all I have left.” I begged.

He stopped in his tracks.

“not anymore, let me know when you stop obsessing over someone who doesn’t even love you.” Grayson said walking out and slamming the door.

I broke down on the floor sobbing. I had no one to blame but myself. I chose to take part in Ethan’s little game. I chose to continue it letting myself fall for his act. I chose to pour my heart out to Ethan and now I was just empty. I walked over to the couch dialing his number. He didn’t answer, I didn’t expect him too.

“Grayson hates me now, but I don’t blame him cause right now I kind of hate me too. I know that you’re no good for me, but it’s worse without you, even when I try not to want you I end up needing you. You’re my favorite joy yet my endless pain. I tried to hate you but the only thing I hate is how much I love you. I acted like it wasn’t a big deal but you ruined me, and now I don’t see a point in trying to put myself back together. You left without a goodbye so here is mine.” I said hanging up the phone.


It’s just too late. she doesn’t need you anymore. and she no longer misses you. and it’s all because you didn’t make her a priority. you took for granted that she would be there, waiting for you to serve her the scraps of your time. It’s funny actually while she waited for you to realize what you had, she finally realized that she didn’t need what you were offering. I heard the door to our apartment open making me aware. I saw Grayson walking in. He looked up noticing me standing there. He was staring at the bruises he left on my face. I glared at him, not because I was angry at him, but because I couldn’t be him. He walked past me bumping me in the shoulder.

“you probably should put some ice on your face.” He said walking in to his room slamming the door shut.

I went back to my room punching the punching bag as hard as I could. I just sat there punching the bag until my knuckles were bruised and bloody. I took a break taking a long drink of water. I hated feeling this way, this was simply why I didn’t feel. I picked up my phone which was flashing signifying I had a message. I opened it not expecting it to be her.

Y/N: I don’t know why I’m agreeing to this but fine, we can meet so you can try to talk yourself out of this.

I was going to tell her I loved her. I couldn’t say it now, not after what I saw happening between her and Grayson.

: It’s cool, I have nothing to say.

that wasn’t true. I had a lot to say but I was too scared to say any of it. She quickly replied to me.

Y/N: are you serious right now Ethan? You were the one begging to talk to me and now you have nothing to say?

Y/N: you said you were sorry, but apologies mean nothing if you keep doing what you’re sorry for.

Y/N: I wish I could go back to the day I met you and just walk away. Because honestly, it would’ve saved me so much hurt and pain.

I couldn’t reply. I heard the apartment door open and slam shut again. Grayson was going to comfort her no doubt, but I can’t help thinking how much that should be me. I know I messed up, I have nobody to blame but myself. I chose to start this knowing very well I had a girlfriend. I chose to continue to fall in love with her. I chose to kiss Allison the night of the party. I have no one to blame but myself. I walked over the punching bag releasing my anger on it. I didn’t care that my hands were bruised, bloodied, and swollen. Grayson wasn’t the only one with pent up anger.

“fuck!” I screamed punching the bag harder.

I ran a hand through my hair collapsing on the floor. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I didn’t want to feel anymore. I didn’t know how long I sat there trying to turn off the feelings.

“ETHAN!” Grayson’s voice rang throughout our apartment.

I walked out of my room seeing Grayson with angry tears coming from his eyes.

“you just have to keep ruining everything, you ruin things without even trying.” He said balling his fists.

“what are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“I’m better for her, I’m what she needs, but her dumbass is still in love with you.” Grayson growled.

“wait really?” I asked more hopeful than I was trying to be.

“you’re ridiculous you know you’re no good for her.” Grayson said getting in my face.

“and you just can’t fathom the fact that she doesn’t want you.” I said getting back in his face.

Grayson raised his fist ready to punch me but this time I punched him. He fell backwards clenching his nose from how hard I hit him.

“you just can’t fathom that I screwed up but she still wants me. you know Grayson you aren’t as perfect as you think you are underneath it all you’re flawed just like I am.” I said walking away leaving Grayson alone.

I walked in to my room clenching my hand which was now hurting. I saw my phone blinking in the corner. I walked over grabbing it seeing I had one missed call and a voicemail from Y/N. I listened to her voice come through my speakers, she sounded broken.

“Grayson hates me now, but I don’t blame him cause right now I kind of hate me too. I know that you’re no good for me, but it’s worse without you, even when I try not to want you I end up needing you. You’re my favorite joy yet my endless pain. I tried to hate you but the only thing I hate is how much I love you. I acted like it wasn’t a big deal but you ruined me, and now I don’t see a point in trying to put myself back together. You left without a goodbye so here is mine. Goodbye Ethan.”

the last sentence got me immediately alarmed. I ran out of my room straight in to Grayson’s.

“what the hell do you want?” He growled wiping his bloody.

“I think Y/N is going to hurt herself.” I said feeling tears fall from my eyes.

Grayson quickly dropped his phone giving me a shocked look.

“what the hell are we waiting for then.” Grayson said pushing past me.

Grayson and I ran out to the car. Grayson drove because I was shaking too much. I dialed her number but it went straight to voicemail.

“come on babe please answer.” I begged in to the phone.

I couldn’t lose her, not before I got to say how I really felt.

uh so yeah I’m just going to leave you all here for now, enjoy!

Right Here, Right Now // Steve Harrington

Right Here, Right Now

Steve Harrington X Henderson Sibling (tried to do gender neutral)

Warning(s): Swearing, that’s about it

A/N: So I finished watching Stranger Things and I had this idea in my head for about three days and thought I’d write for you cool people. My apologies this is kinda long (oops). Let me know if any of you want more Stranger Things stuff from me (I still have a couple Harry Potter requests that I’m struggling to find motivation to finish oops). Thank you for reading, I hope you like it (: P.S - There’s a bad joke in here that you’ll understand if you listen to this song. P.P.S - I have renamed this thing so many times jeez the louise.

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I sat in the living room with mom, watching a re-run of M*A*S*H with mom.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” I heard Dustin curse to himself as he padded down the stairs.

I stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where Dustin was rummaging around, looking for something.

“What’cha lookin’ for, kid?” I asked, leaning on the counter, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

So frantic and stressed and he’s only thirteen. I didn’t know how interested he was in going to the school’s Snowball Dance, but, I’m happy he wants to go. I just wish he was less frantic about because honestly, he’s stressing me out. I’m almost eighteen and I haven’t been that stressed since I took my SAT’s.

“It’s in a paper bag, have you seen it? I put it on the counter and it’s gone!” Dustin said, throwing unopened envelopes to the floor.

I walk around the counter to pick them up and I hear Dustin run out the room, probably with his mystery bag.


I sat on the piano in the basement, squinting at my very hard to read sheet music. My book of sheet music was given to me for my twelfth birthday by mom, it’s from the sixties, and the print is absolutely tiny. I reached for my glasses case, which was on the coffee table and opened it. The case was empty.

“Aw, crap.” I whispered to myself.

I walked up the stairs to ask mom if she’d seen them, but, mom wasn’t there. I looked out the front window to see if mom’s car was there, and it wasn’t. I walked upstairs and towards Dustin’s room.

“Hey, Dustin?”


“Did mom already leave for her-” I opened the door and saw Dustin stood in front of his mirror, frozen, with a can of Farrah Fawcett hairspray in his hands.

“Sure, come on in. The door wasn’t shut for a reason!” Dustin said sarcastically.

“What’cha doing?” I sat on his bed, still fascinated at his hair.

“Getting ready.” Dustin said, spraying, then smoothing down, over and over again.

“Have you seen my glasses? They aren’t in their case.”

“Did you fall asleep reading last night? ‘Cause they’re probably on your beside table.” Dustin said.

“Crap, I didn’t even think of that, thanks.”

“No problem, now, if you don’t mind, my ride is almost here.”

“I still don’t get why you go somebody to drive you when I could easily have taken you.” I stood up and walked out of the room.

“Well, you’re car isn’t the coolest ride.” Dustin said as I walked out of the room. I rolled my eyes at his lame diss towards my car. Sure, my car is ten years old, but, it runs and gets me where I need to be, and that’s all that matters.

I stood up and walked into my room. I heard the doorbell ring through the house, and before I turn my head, Dustin was already rushing down the stairs yelling, “I’LL GET IT!”

I found my glasses on top of my copy of The Great Gatsby, that was sitting on my bedside table. I put hem on and walked downstairs. I saw Dustin standing at the door, facing his chauffeur for the evening.

“Steve?” I said.

“Hi.” Steve said, leaning in the entrance.

I quickly took off my glasses and put them on the counter. I knew Steve had grown closer to Dustin, since going to the Upside-Down, but, I wasn’t expecting Steve to remain close to Dustin, considering he’s my age and five years older than Dustin. His devotion to helping out Dustin was admirable, and I’ve gotten to see his other side to him. Not King Steve; Ruler of Hawkins High School, but his real self. His caring and helpful side. I like that side, I just wish he didn’t hide under the many layers of stubbornness, bad friends and insensitive comments.

“Shit! I forgot to put on cologne! Gimme a sec.” Dustin said, rushing upstairs.

“So, you’re taking Dustin to the dance?” I said, attempting small-talk, badly.

“Yeah. He’s really pumped for it.” Steve replied.

“I know, right? So.. are you going inside with him?” I asked.

“No, I’m just… helping him out. He’s grown on me.”

“Well, that’s nice of you,” I took a few steps closer to him, “You know, you’ve also kinda grown on me, Steve.”

“That’s good. We’ve seen each other a lot lately” Steve smiled.

“So, what are you doing tonight? Besides driving my brother to a school dance?” I asked.

“I didn’t really have much plans. You?”

“Yeah, me neither. I was just gonna stay home… Wow, that’s sounds pathetic, doesn’t it?” I laughed at myself.

“Yeah, kinda does. You want to come with us? Then, after we drop off Dustin we can just be pathetic instead of lonely and pathetic.” Steve offered.

“Sure.” I said.

Just as a finished putting on my jacket and shoes, Dustin finally came back downstairs.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dustin asked me.

“I’m gonna come with you to drop you off.” I answered.

“Seriously?” Dustin whined.

“You can still have the front seat.” I offered.

Dustin’s face lit up, “Okay, she can stay.”

Steve, Dustin and I left the house and drove to Hawkins Middle School.


Steve pulled up the front of the school and I listened to him and Dustin’s little pep-talk from the backseat.

Dustin got out of the car and we both watched him go inside. I got out of the car and slid into the passenger seat. Steve began driving away.

“If you… look in the glove compartment, you’ll find my cassettes, if you want to put some music on.” Steve asked. I pulled down and three cassettes immediately feet to my feet. “Sorry, I have a lot.” Steve laughed.

I read aloud the titles of the tapes, “The Smiths, Tears For Fears, AC/DC, Queen, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath.” All of them were bands I’d heard and enjoyed before, but, one the next title is the one that stood out. “Best Mixtape Ever?”

Steve’s face almost lit up like a Christmas tree, “Yeah, I, uh, I made that a little while ago. It’s got some of the best songs on it. Trust me.”

“Alright, let’s give it a shot.” I put the tape in the cassette deck and it began.

I looked at Steve excitedly when I recognized the intro, “I love this song!”

The first song that played was Too Much Time On My Hands by Styx.


Steve took the long way back to my house and we listened the the entirety of the Best Mixtape Ever. And it was.

Steve pulled into my driveway and we entered the house. We kicked off our shoes hung up our jackets.

“My turn to show you my music collection, now.” I took his hand and lead him downstairs. I stopped in front of the shelf, full of records. “They aren’t your cool cassettes, but, we’ve got some gems here.”

Steve smiled and sat down the piano bench, a few feet away from where I was rummaging through to find my favourite records.

I pulled out about six and squeezed beside Steven on the piano bench. I handed Steve the records and he looked at them.

“Let’s see, we got Hall & Oates: Big Bam Boom, INXS: The Swing, Pink Floyd: The Wall, Queen: A Night At The Opera, The Beatles: Abbey Road, Journey: Frontiers…”

“This album’s my favourite.” I pulled The Wall by Pink Floyd record from him.

I played it on my record player and I sang along with it, on the piano bench, while Steve looked through more records on the shelf.

Another Brick In The Wall, Part Two played and Steve smiled at me.

“What?” I asked.

“I remember this playing at the Snowball when we went to Hawkins Middle School.”

“This song played there? Seems ironic.” I joked

“I know, right? You don’t remember that song playing and everyone screaming the lyrics at the teachers?” Steve asked.

“I didn’t go to the Snowball.” I admitted, “I haven’t even been to a school dance before. Or even danced with someone, for that matter.”


I nodded, “Yeah, that’s kind of embarrassing, I’ve never told anyone that before.”

“Don’t be embarrassed…” He pulled out a record by The Police, “No way, you have Synchronicity on vinyl!”

“I totally forgot that I had that!” I said.

“Best album ever, right?!”

I stood up and put it on the record player.

We listened to the first six songs and the seventh track and my favourite song by The Police came on; Every Breath You Take.

Steve stood up from the piano bench and held his hand out to me.

“What’cha doing?” I asked, trying to diffuse the… electricity in the room. It didn’t feel tense, it just felt like something would happen. He took my hands in his and pulled me to my feet.

“I’m gonna give your first slow dance.” Steve said.

“I don’t know how to dance.” I pulled my hands away.

“It’s easy.” Steve held my hands again and guided them up to his shoulders. He slid his hands down to my waist and pulled me closer.

“So… How exactly do I do this?” I asked, sounding too awkward for words.

“You just… Find the beat… Sway a little…” Steve looked into my eyes for a split second, and continued teaching, “And once you get good at that, you can use your feet.”

“Gotcha.” I joked.

There was no point in cancelling out the electricity in the room. The way Steve was looking me in the eyes, it was like he was feeling it, too, he was just letting it be.

“Look a you. You’re a great dancer.” Steve said.

“I’ve always wanted to know what it looked like when someone lies while slow dancing.” I joked.

Steve laughed, “I’m serious, you’re a natural.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

As the song finished, Steve’s face began moving closer to my face. His brown eyes were up closer than I’ve ever seen them. Steve smiled a little before leaning in to kiss me. His hands moved to my lower back and closed the small gap that was between us. I pulled away slowly and I smiled at him. He smiled back.

“I’m stuck with you, now, aren’t I?” I asked.

“I mean, if you’re cool with that…” Steve laughed lightly.

I’m a bookkeeper at Slaveway.
Way back when I think there used to be a little gate/door for employees to go through to get behind the counter and such.
God do I wish we had one of those still (preferably electrocuted to all who don’t have an override or something lol)

Because one of my BIGGEST problems with not having a barrier is customers thinking they can walk behind the counter and smash on my door and windows to get my attention.

Buddy, fuck the fuck off.

Had a guy smash on my door the other morning (customer service doesn’t technically open until 9, so I can do all the morning paperwork) and it was like 7am.
He smashed on my door with his fists until I opened it.
I’m a pretty jumpy person. I get scared when people literally bash my door because I’m in the little room with the safe and all the fucking money. And you’re gonna bash my door in. Yeah good idea.
(My favorite is when they do that when the money guy is here, he gets ready to shoot them lol)
So I was understandably annoyed when I opened the door and it wasn’t even an employee. And this guy wanted something stupid like WU, which I had a sign up saying it too opened at 9. Fuck you dude.

Employees will hit my door too but I have customers like literally trying to bash my door down, it’s kind of scary sometimes. Or they’ll put their hands on my glass and stare into my booth, and it’s creepy!
Like…god just have an employee call me! Or better yet, give me 5 fucking seconds! I can see you through my window of I’m paying attention, no need to break down my door >:(
Especially for something they could have bothered anyone else on the floor for (where are the pickles, SHIT DUDE ITS ON THE ASILE SIGN) SMMHH

anonymous asked:

Bucky/Darcy 3. We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up

here you go, anon! Enjoy!

Prompt: Bad at Dating Themed, #3, “We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up”

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Rating: G

Notes: just a little bit of smack-talk about molecular gastronomy ;)

Culture, history, technology.

Bucky knew he’d have a lot to catch up on once he got out of cryo for good, but he didn’t expect to be so confused by something as simple as food. The menu in front of him was…confusing, to say the least.

Everything sounded like something he’d eat but then it was followed by something else that hardly sounded like food at all.

Salmon he understood, but what were “yuzu spheres”?

The pork belly sounded normal, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what exactly black truffle foam was.

All in all, he was extremely uncomfortable and not just because Steve and Nat had wrangled him out of his comfortable sweaters and jeans and into a stiff dress shirt and slacks.

Sam told him that it was time he tried socializing more.

He disagreed. Everyone he cared to talk to (and even some he didn’t) were already at the facility. When he told Steve this, he was given a Look.

Steve told Sam, Sam became “concerned”, and now he’d agreed to a blind date just to get everyone off his back.

Suddenly someone slid into the chair across from him in a blur of brown, wavy, hair and lips as red as her dress.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” she babbled, still turned away from him to drape her jacket over the back of her chair. “My Uber driver got lost if you can believe it, like GPS is a thing, dude, figure it out. Five stars my a – “ then two things happened at once that made his heart rate rocket.

The first was that she finally turned to look at him, freezing him in place with two huge blue eyes.

The second was that he got a look at her. She was gorgeous with her cheeks still pinked from the cold outside and her dark hair framing her face.

“Oh. Oh, wow. So I guess I owe Helen all of the margaritas for this.” She blinked back at him owlishly and bit her lip. “I didn’t realize that the James she was setting me up with was James Barnes.”

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Birthday Girl-Nolan Patrick

Alrighty this is my first Nolan Patrick imagine that was requested by @nolanpatricksgf Hope you enjoy, I literally got inspired by this idea at like one in the morning and wrote the whole thing on my notes on my phone! 

The Tyler Sequin part 2 will be up soon as well! 

Warnings: angsty, some swear words

Word Count: 1354

Originally posted by santamitchy

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I’ve  Always Cared: Part 2

THIS IS FOR MY GIRL ANNA @queen-archeron whose birthday was yesterday!! She is is one of the best people I know and please check out her blog if you already haven’t cause she is amazing! I’M SO SORRY!!!! I know, I suck, this took me forever to write because I had to start over about 3 times. BUT I did find out how I want this entire fic to go and I think (or hope) you guys will like it ! This one is kinda short but only because I needed this to set some other stuff up. People you asked to be tagged @songbirdsbooks @aelin-firehearts-court @krm00623 @queen-archeron  

Her mouth dropped open. 

“What are you doing here?” Cassian and Nesta said simultaneously. She scowled at him and said before he could open his mouth again, “You know what? I don’t care, if you’re here the rest of your dog pack shouldn’t be far away. I’m leaving.”

She had to get away from him. Out of all the people Nesta could have seen tonight it had to be him. Well, she’d be damned if she let Cassian see her as a sad drunk. She didn’t need him to add more reasons to the list of why he doesn’t like her. Nesta moved to leave, but should have known he wouldn’t let her get away that easy though. 

Cassian grabbed her arm and brought her close to him, “I’m here looking for you.” he said with an almost panicked look in his eyes. 

“And why were you looking for me?” She said annoyed.

“I-We thought something happened to you! Nesta you haven’t been out of that house for more than a couple of minutes for the last four months, but you’ve been gone for hours today! You left no note, nothing to show us you were okay, you just …left.” Cassian said all in one breath. 

Nesta looked up at him wide eyed. “I-I didn’t realize anyone would have cared or noticed if I was gone, least of all you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cassian said looking…hurt? Crap, she didn’t mean to admit that last part but still, why did care all of a sudden? 

Nesta laughed dryly, he didn’t care but that doesn’t mean he was willing to admit it. Too bad she already knew. “Cass, it’s no secret that you’ve been avoiding me. So excuse me for being a bit confused on why you are acting worried about my well being after months of me locking myself away. You didn’t care about me then, so why do you care now?” She said bitterly. She was being childish and unfair, but she didn’t care. She was hurt, and drunk, and couldn’t help but voicing her thoughts. 

Cassian had a pained expression on his face. He opened his mouth, probably to come up with some bullshit explanation when Nesta just could not take it anymore. She pushed him out of her way and left the bar. This time, Cassian didn’t stop her. 

By some miracle Nesta remembered her way to Feyre’s town house and knocked on the door. Elain opened it, her smile fading when she saw Nesta’s expression. 

“I don’t want to talk about it” She said while gently pushing past her little sister. Elain had been staying at the town house for a while now, and always let her know when it was empty so Nesta would feel comfortable staying over. That morning Elain had sent her a note that said she had the house to herself for a week, and Nesta had been planning on staying with her over anyways. 

“I, uh, have a surprise for you.” Elain said with a sheepish smile. Nesta couldn’t tell if Elain was nervous about whether she would approve of her present, or if she was even in the mood to get one. So Nesta forced a smile and asked “What for? Its not my birthday is it?”

Elain laughed and said “No, no, I was out and well, you’ll understand once you see it.” Elain grabbed Nesta’s hand and led her to the room she uses when she stays over. Elain stopped in front of the door and turned to her sister. “We’ve had a rough couple months, and I need you to know that you deserve to feel happy again. I hope this will get you there a bit faster.” She said, and opened the door.

Nesta didn’t know what to think other than her mind felt completely clear for once. She stood staring at a grand piano with unfilled sheet music and pencils upon it. It was the sheet music that made her understand.  Nesta realized that Elain knew she was broken “Elain I haven’t written since-” Nesta began but was cut off.

“Before we moved into that cabin? I know. You told me then it was because you couldn’t write about how you felt because you would only become angrier. Nes I think you are way more than angry now. You don’t have to, but i think you should write about why you feel so…guilty.” Elain said while avoiding looking her sister in the eye. 

Nesta whipped her head to look at her sister. She had always been bad at putting her feelings into words. When she was a girl, Nesta’s father realized how  much she adored music, and taught her how to write her own. Nesta soon learned that she was fabulous at it. Whenever her thoughts would overwhelm her she just turned them in a song to help her sort through them. It was her favorite coping mechanism, but when they moved to that cabin all she felt was that anger. She tried to write about it, but she always ended up feeling worse. After so long, Nesta never thought she could ever write a song again. 

But Elain, Elain who loved to here Nesta sing when they were little apparently never doubted her. Nesta sometimes forgot how well her little sister could read her. Elain knew Nesta was filled with guilt and possibly more feelings she didn’t know how to deal with anymore.

“Just try Nes, I know it’s been a while but this used to help you, maybe it still can.” Elain explained and left Nesta alone in the room.

Nesta decided to listen to someone’s advice for once, and sat in front of the piano.She began to think of who she wanted to apologize to first. 

No Laughing Matter


They were going around in circles. For the better part of the last thirty minutes, Lucifer had been trying to convince her to join him on his quest to break the Guinness Book of World Records for most pranks committed on April Fool’s Day.

Chloe had rolled her eyes so many times at this point from his antics she’d lost count. 

“The answer is still ‘No.’ Lucifer,” Chloe said exasperated, but there was a touch of hidden mirth in her words. 

She really couldn’t stay mad at him for any real length of time, and he still claimed his mojo didn’t affect her. Right, she thought. Chloe carried their latest case file as she made her way back to her desk, Lucifer hot on her heels. 

“But Detective, you’ve been telling me recently how much you’re trying to have a bit more fun! What better way to have more fun than to go around pranking our dear friends at the precinct!” 

She could hear the undulated joy coming from his words. Chloe looked up at him to meet his gaze and she saw the slight mischievous gleam that shone through his eyes. She sighed and plopped the file down on her desk with resignation. 

“Lucifer…,” she huffed out. 

He saddled up beside her and peered down in anticipation, “Yes, Detective?” he said innocently. 

He can read her too well these days.

Chloe broke his gaze and mumbled more to herself than to him, “I’m absolutely going to regret this.” 

“That’s the spirit Detective!” Lucifer crowed, his supernatural hearing picking up her words. “I assure you, you will not regret joining me in this venture.” 

She laughed at that. How could she say no now when it seemed to bring him this much happiness? For what ever reasons, she’ll probably never know. 

Chloe nudged him out of the way and grabbed her keys to head out of the precinct. She laughed to herself as she walked towards the exit, and could hear him rattle off at a rapid fire pace of all the things they were going to plan together as the time got closer. Chloe turned to him as she reached the top of staircase and placed her hand on the door.

“You’re just lucky I happen to love you so much, that I’m willing to put up with your shenanigans and….” As she spoke to him, her words slowly started to grind to a halt with realization of what she just revealed to him. 

Chloe closed her mouth abruptly and eyes widened to an impossibly large size not understanding how those words just left her. She hadn’t even…..they weren’t even together

Panic welled up inside her at an alarming rate, and she chanced a look at Lucifer who had stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the staircase. From her position, it looked as if the staircase railing was about to buckle under his grip. And his face, he looked utterly lost and confused with his jaw left ajar. Like he couldn’t quite believe what she said to him. 

Shit. She couldn’t believe what she blurted out. How could she be so stupid?

It could have been seconds, minutes or hours, but it was as if everything seemed to stop. Nothing else existed but the two of them. They both continued to stare at each other like deer in the headlights. 

The moment was broken when an officer brushed against Chloe’s shoulder in passing. She jolted upright and swallowed hard trying to reign in her emotions. 

Not knowing what to do, Chloe blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “I-I’ll see you Monday.” She pressed against the door causing it to open and flew out into the sunlight not once looking back. 

She couldn’t be sure as she raced to her car, but she swore she could have heard the sound of Lucifer’s voice shouting after her in the distance. 

They were no where near ready to have that conversation. 

She wasn’t ready for that conversation. Not even with herself.

So for once she broke the rules. She drove as fast and far as she could to avoid what would be the inevitable.

She needed more time. 

Chloe was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the SUV that blew through the red light and was careening towards her.  


Cold Rain ~ JK

“Shut up, I can take care of you every now and then.”


You sighed, looking out the window. Jungkook decided to go for a walk, and not even five minutes after he left, it started pouring. You grabbed a blanket and made hot coco for when he got back. It had to be freezing since it was so close to winter. You strolled into the bathroom, letting the hot water warm up. You heard a knock on the front door.

“Babe! Let me in! I forgot my keys!”

You laughed, jogging out of the bathroom. You grabbed the blanket and went to open the front door.

“It’s absolutely free-” He started, but you cut him of by wrapping him in the blanket.

“Go sit down and warm up, I’ll bring you your hot coco.” You kissed his nose before sending him off.

He smiled, walking into the living room. You grabbed his hot chocolate and walked to meet him.

“Thanks Jagiya.” He said, smiling. “You can go take your shower now.”

“That’s for you when you finish your drink.” You sat down onto a chair. “I’m not letting you get sick.”

“Wait, aren’t I supposed to spoil you?”

“Shut up, I can take care of you every now and then.” You defended, making him laugh.

“Ah, you’re so adorable.” He smiled, getting up. He set down his cup and walked into the bathroom.

You smiled, grabbing his cup and putting it in the sink.

“Yah! Jagiya!” Jungkook screamed.  “If you really want to take care of me, you’d join me in the shower!”

anonymous asked:

How would the Paladins react to hearing faint sobbing coming from their s/o's room and later finding out that the reason they were crying was because of the lost of their little brother.

I’m getting so many angst requests bless


  • He was heading back to his room after grabbing a late night snack when he heard you crying and it hurts to hear you like that
  • Walks up to your door without a second thought and knocks on it, loudly
  • “What’s going on? Did something happen? Are you alright?”
    • Poor boy just wants to help
  • When you finally open the door, his face falls
  • “If something’s wrong you should have come and gotten me… I want to be there for you, you know that right?”
  • You start crying again before he even gets in the door and he holds you until you tell him that you want to sit down and explain everything
  • He holds your hand the whole time, and when you’re done he presses a kiss to your hand
  • He can’t even imagine the pain you must be in right now
  • Later on, he can’t help but wonder what he would have done had it been one of his younger siblings… He just knows that he wouldn’t be okay for a very long time
  • Holds you until you’ve calmed down a little bit, and lets you know that no matter what he will always be there for you


  • While he definitely goes into Space Dad mode over this, he doesn’t actually go to you right away
  • He thinks that it’s important to be able to let out your emotions on your own terms, and doesn’t want to force you to be around someone else right now if you don’t want to
  • He trusts that if you need him, you’ll come find him
    • Don’t think that means he’s going to leave you alone 100% about this
  • In the morning he goes to your room before breakfast to talk to you
  • “I heard you last night… I don’t want to pressure you, but do you want to talk about it?”
  • Stays quiet while you explain everything that happened, and lets you vent out everything
    • Holds your hand the entire time, with his thumb making circles on the back of your hand
  • After you’re done, he pulls you into a hug and lets you cry into his shoulder
  • Overall is just very gentle about the whole ordeal and doesn’t want to push you into talking more than you want to
    • “I love you, and I’ll be here for you through this.”
  • You guys end up making a late breakfast and eat together alone in the kitchen once you’ve calmed down a little bit more


  • When he hears you crying all he wants to do is run into the room and ask what’s wrong
  • The only reason he hesitates is because, what if you don’t want him around while you’re crying?
    • He doesn’t like people seeing him cry, so he’s nervous that you might be the same way
  • Ultimately decides to knock on the door— worst case scenario you just don’t answer, right?
  • When you answer and he sees how red your eyes are he has trouble looking directly at you- was this really the right idea? What if you didn’t want to talk about it?
  • “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but… I’m here for you, if you want?”
  • You let him come sit with you, although you didn’t say anything for a long time
    • You tell him soon enough though
  • He’s heartbroken for you— though he doesn’t really know what to say to comfort you
  • Instead he pulls you into a hug and tells you how sorry he is
  • Hugs turn into cuddles and cuddles turn into falling asleep curled up on your bed
    • You don’t mind all that much- him being there really helped you calm down, and you weren’t sure if you would have been able to sleep all that much without him being with you


  • He completely panics when he hears you crying, but tries to stay calm because if you’re upset he doesn’t want to make you feel worse by panicking 
  • He knocks on your door, but doesn’t say anything. When you don’t reply, he decides to head back to his room— if you don’t want to see anyone, he won’t force you to
    • For now
    • He needs to let you know that he will do whatever he can to help you
  • He wakes you up in the morning with breakfast. And not space goo breakfast either— real breakfast. Like, pancakes and eggs
  • You start crying again when he brings the food in and he Does Not know how to deal with it
    • He thinks that you’re crying because of him
    • Until you explain what’s actually going on, that is
  • When you do he just. Sets the food down on the bedside table and goes to sit with you
  • “I’m so, so sorry. I’ll be here for you through this— you know that right?”
  • He isn’t entirely sure what he should say to you, but he stays with you regardless
  • He just hopes that he’s being helpful


  • She was heading back after a long night of work when she heard you crying
  • At first she thinks she had misheard or something— after all, if something was wrong she liked to think that you would come and get her
  • But then she hears another bout of cries and she wastes no time going to knock on the door
  • “Hey… Y/N? What happened?”
  • Doesn’t actually wait for you to open the door and steps inside, and she goes into Panic Mode
  • Sits down on your bed next to you and immediately starts playing with you hair, wanting to do whatever she could to help calm you down
  • Makes sure you know that if you don’t want to talk about it you most definitely don’t have to
    • She just really wants to help in whatever way she can
  • When you explain to her what happen Pidge gets very, very quiet
  • She empathizes with you greatly— after all, her brother had disappeared for quite some time.
    • That being said, she recognizes that she always had the chance of finding him again. You knew for a fact that your brother wasn’t coming back.
    • She tears up a little bit but doesn’t let herself cry because this is about you, not her
  • “I’ll do anything you need me to if it means that you’ll feel better.”
  • Makes you little gadgets to try and cheer you up in the following days

BTS are not my faves but out of the bottom of my heart! I can’t even speak out of bitterness for one second! I am so happy for them!! I hope to see the day where myself and my children will be able to experience and see music from all over. There is so much more out there and we’re all from all over and who knows what’s or where’s….. I cannot wait to see the day to have more variety in all kinds of languages and cultures. BTS no matter what you may think of them are really out here opening doors. and I hope this sticks. Maybe next year we could see Taemin. We could see our faves whoever they maybe for you and me (SHINee) Just. Thank you BTS

*Tom and Harrison go out for a quick cup of tea at a small cafe*

Tom: *tries to open door* why won’t it budge??

Harrison: you know you are actually stupid right? *mentally fave palms*

Tom: what?

Harrison: *points at the large push sign on the door*

Tom: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Harrison: why am I even friends with you?

Tom: because I’m Spider-Man duh!!!

Harrison: I quit.

Things in rpg’s that make no sense.

(Feel free to add)

1. How is it that the final boss escaped into his lair with me hot on his heels, and yet when I open the door Literally right after them, they’re at least 5 floors down past traps that they didn’t put there and ancient walls they didn’t break?

2. “Ages ago, the great evil was defeated and sealed up.” Yeah ok, no problem. BUT YOU PUT IN A SYSTEM TO REVIVE IT?! WTF were you thinking, ‘job security’?

3. So this dungeon is 1000 years old. I wasn’t even born yet. Yet on the 3rd floor some nice ancient construction worker left a chest with a weapon that only I, out of all the people who have ever lived, can use?

Oh I forgot to mention that I was openning at the bagel place I work at in the mornings… meaning I start fixing wholesale orders and clearing out vatts of bagels at about 5 am and open the store after I am done and have everything set up at 7 am and we open up at 7 AM EVERY DAY.. which is often A LOT TO DO… and This fucking… ANCIENT MAN that could Barely Speak with a cane emerges from the darkness and is trying to open the locked store door at 5:30 AM. First instinct is he’s the homeless dude that always asks me for a lighter but then when I open the door he gives me $10 and mutters “..plain..”. At this point I am just kind of too tired to even give a fuck so I make him a dozen and hand it to him and he just fucking waddles back into the abyss. 5:30 AM. Where you gotta be Old Man and why do you need bagels??


Kitty update:
He is so annoying! He’ll go in my room whenever which would be fine but he goes in and messes my room all up and tries to eat my papers; he’ll steal my earbuds too(like how in the picture below which I didn’t realize I had) then walk out. So I always have to go get them. Also when I catch him in my room he always laying on my bed not being annoying(so I just leave him there cause he not doing anything wrong) I know what you or someone might say. Why not close the door? Well I do, he opens my door. The past two days I’ve woken up to him opening my door. He did this once while I was in the shower and he scared me so bad. 😰 I had that door fully closed. My bedroom door I can get cause I don’t fully close it(there’s a very small opening like if you saw the door you wouldn’t even know that it was open a little) because it’s winter time and I don’t wanna be cold. 😰

Top it all of he not even cuddly, all he wants to do is play. Which is fine but when he plays his claws come out and he bites. He has a strong bite now that he healthy.

Update: now that I read that to make sure it all made sense I realize how I describe how he plays may not seem like he playing but he is trust me on this one


just-a-ketchup-bottle  asked:

okay but-----headcanon that eren is a walking meme. he cant go anywhere with armin without saying some stupid shit but armin always finds it hilarious even if he doesn't understand. so one day after school eren comes over to armins house and kicks his door open screaming "BECKY LEMMIE SMASH" as armin nearky pisses himself because he was caught so off guard. :')

this is canon i love this <3 thank you for sharing this arT