a mind is a terrible thing to taste

anonymous asked:

How would the rfa and Saeran react to MC being an irl princess of some foreign country? Like... honest to goodness royalty? Thanks!

A/N: I hope this was everything you wanted! I don’t really know much about royalty so I just kinda rolled with it.. If it’s not good I’m sorry! Anyway, if there are parts that don’t make sense i’M SO SORRY I HAVE A FEVER but i’m using this time to write requests because my bby followers deserve it. Sorry for being gone for so long! Thank you all for the support you give us, 404 and I are working hard on requests right now <3 ~ 626


  • this poor boy had no idea, he doesn’t pay much attention to pop culture like that
  • one day you invite him over to play games at your house because you have a super huge tv and you knew he’d love that!
  • when he’s at the gates of your mansion house, he calls you because there’s no way this can be your house???
    • “MC, are you pranking me??? It was bad enough last time when you put toothpaste in my oreos!”
    • “Just come in, you dork”
  • when he hears the gate buzz, he finally realizes that you’re rich as hell
    • it all makes sense now??? You always take him out to super expensive restaurants and for Christmas you got him an amazing gaming computer???
  • he’s about to faint oh my god yOU’RE SO RICH
  • when he’s roaming around the hallways of your mansion looking for your room (he refused the butler’s help, he could do it himself), hE SEES A PICTURE OF YOU AND YOUR PARENTS AND YOU’RE ALL WEARING CROWNS???
    • nah, no, there’s no way you’re royalty, you guys probably did a photo shoot, there’s no way this is possible
    • wait is that an entire row of pictures where your dad is meeting important people
    • is that Barack Obama? Is that the pRIME MINSTER OF SOUTH KOREA???
  • he faints
  • when he wakes up, he finds himself in a huge bed and you’re sitting next to him playing a game
    • “You’re finally awake! I’ve told you that you need to take care of yourself, did you even eat today?”
    • “No, but I will be in the future”
    • Aaand he faints again
  • Once he finally gets used to the idea of you being a princess, it makes so much more sense to him!
  • You’ve always sounded really polite and elegant when you speak, and you handle the RFA fundraisers so easily, no matter what crisis comes???
  • He loves seeing you all dressed up, you’re so cute and beautiful!!! <3
    • You’re his Princess Zelda


  • He thought your name sounded familiar when you introduced yourself in the chat, but he didn’t really think about it
  • But when he finally gets to meet you, he’s in so much denial???
    • It can’t be, a princess fell in love with him
    • If you thought his ego was big before, it’s the size of the Titanic now
    • It’s even bigger when you tell him you watched his movies before you talked to him on the app
  • It never really hits him until you go shopping with him one day and you buy him a Louis Vuitton suitcase aS IF IT’S NOTHING???
    • Like yeah he makes decent money from acting, but holy hell you’re rich
  • He honestly loves this so much though
    • You two are an amazingly dressed power couple!
    • You’ll take over the political world and he’ll take over the pop culture world <3
  • You end up giving him “prince” lessons
    • You teach him how to deal with the pressure of the public and how to speak politely but firmly
    • You make him walk with books on his head and record him even though that’s something you never had to do
    • You get him to quit smoking by telling him a true prince would never do such a thing
    • He almost cries
    • “it’s your half birthday”
    • “it’s national best friend’s day”
    • zen pls no
  • He wears his future crown at home when no one is around
  • He’s really happy that you’re a public figure so he can flaunt you when you guys go out <3


  • She knew the second you introduced yourself in the chatroom!
  • She’s honestly dazzled, a real life princess??? What is this???
    • But she kept herself in check, she realized you probably have a lot of people who hound you on a regular basis, she didn’t wanna be one of them
  • But she honestly loves talking to about your country’s political system
  • With your leadership skills and Jaehee’s organizational skills, you both work together to implement programs for underprivileged children
    • You two are a power couple omg, literally unstoppable, you two even consider starting clean water projects in other countries???
    • Unstoppable
  • Jaehee considers opening a coffeeshop chain in your country
  • She loves seeing you dress up!!! You’re so adorable and beautiful in all the elegant clothing <3
    • She totally doesn’t take pictures of you when you aren’t looking, there’s no way she has an album of 300 pictures of you
  • She’s really afraid of how the world will react when they find out you two are actually together???
    • Dumbass tabloids think you two are “gal pals”
    • But you don’t care, even if you have to step down, you don’t care
    • “Listen Jaehee, I love you. You’re my best friend and I would not trade that for the world. If my country wants me to step down because I have a girlfriend, I will. I’ll find a life with you because I cannot imagine a life without you.”
  • Jaehee  highkey lowkey uses you to meet famous people (but she loves you, es okay)
    • You don’t really mind though, it makes her happy
    • So you take her to as many events as you can, you want to make her smile as much as you can
  • You love this precious little bean and you are going to give her the world


  • Of course he knew who you were, he wasn’t an uneducated idiot
  • And while it was nice to know that you weren’t with him for the money
    • He was kinda disappointed???
  • You’re a princess, you have the entire world at your feet
    • He wanted to spoil you, but you??? Have??? Everything you want or need???
    • But with the help of Zen but with his brilliant mind, he was able to come up with stuff he knew you never got!
  • He started making food for you <3
    • And yes it tastes terrible at first but it got better after awhile!
    • At the beginning he was the type to just put the entire egg with the shell in cake mix
  • He takes knitting classes???
    • He knits you everything he possibly can, a sweater, scarf, gloves, beanies
    • He totally doesn’t knit a baby blanket and baby hat for your future kids
  • He supports your decision not become queen because you decided you wanted to do other than things than run a country
    • Like be his totally hot secretary
  • You eventually move into his place and he lowkey feels ashamed bc it’s so much smaller than what you’re used to
    • But you assure him that you prefer his place because smaller places feel so much more homey than mansions
  • You’re actually much busier than Jumin when it comes to work so he’s always home before you and he spoils you so much
    • When you come home, you can always expect a shoulder/back massage
    • There’s always a warm meal that he makes because he’s not letting someone else do something for you that he can
    • When you have really bad days at work, he runs a nice, hot bubble bath couple with candles and rose petals
    • He’s pretty much ur house spouse, who knew Jumin could take on such a domestic role???
  • But he’s still senpai in the sheets


  • Ofc he found out when he did a background search on you
  • And he’s so fascinated by you???
    • You help run a country??? You do so many good things
  • He’ll never understand though
    • How did someone as great as you fall for someone as terrible as him
  • Everything you do is so great and he’s stuck in a field of work that could get him killed
    • But with your power, you’re able to get him out of his job
    • And he’s so, so thankful to you
    • He doesn’t really let himself be vulnerable in front of you but when you told him you could help him, he cried for hours
  • What did he do to get someone as amazing you???
    • He doesn’t know it but you totally got someone to assassinate his dad
  • You actually help him get a job as an engineer <3
    • He hates using you for your connections but he knows he deserves the job, he’s not going to deny his talent and ability
    • He’s so thankful for you
  • And he becomes your right-hand man??? Anytime you need to make a difficult decision about your country, he’s there for you!!!
  • He gets a pet monkey so he can compare himself to Aladdin
    • “Listen children,,, you don’t know how hard life was for me,,, I was a beggar,,, always stealing food to survive,,,”
    • “Saeyoung, stop lying to the children and actually teach them, I wanted you to get the kids interested in computers”
    • “I was nothing but a boy with a monkey and a magic carpet,,,”
  • You two come up with a plan to get kids more interested in computers and he’s in charge <3
    • He loves teaching all the children! They’re all silly and goofy like him
  • He has no idea where he would be without you and he’s so glad he met you


  • This boy has no idea, like none at all
  • Rika chose you to retrieve the phone, and he was just supposed to follow you
    • And he knows like nothing about pop culture “It’s useless information that’ll take up space in my brain” so he didn’t know who you were
  • He finds out one day when he sees an article about you helping open up a school in a third world country???
    • Like he thought you were amazing before
    • You were the one who helped him through his therapy, through all the nightmares that plagued his nights, through all the bad thoughts that overwhelmed him
    • In his head, you’d always been his queen
    • But it turns out you’re actually a princess?!?!
  • And you help so much around the world
    • He could deal with you being a princess if it weren’t for the fact that you were a huge philanthropist
    • You educated women in India about reproductive health??? You helped teach disabled children in China??? yOU DONATED 25 MILLION DOLLARS TO A HOSPITAL IN SEOUL???
  • He actually killed someone and you helped people live longer and better
  • He actually avoids you for a few weeks after he finds out
    • He’s just having a hard time coming to terms with it? You’re a goddess and he’s the devil, why are you with him?
  • But you weren’t having any of it, you literally kicked his door down, you gave him his space and now you were going to talk
    • He ends up crying in your lap
  • But you manage to talk it out with him and you make it very clear that you aren’t going anywhere
    • “I love you, okay? You don’t have to understand why I do, but you need to know that I do. I don’t care if you think I deserve better because I choose you, Saeran. I will always choose you.”
  • He eventually decides he wants to help people with you
    • Yes, he made a huge mistake in the past, one that he is so sorry for, and he will spend the rest of his life trying to make up for that
    • He’s no V, he’ll never be an angel, but he’s sure as hell gonna make the world a less crappy place
  • He comes up with so many great ideas!
    • Music programs for underprivileged children! Reading classes for uneducated adults! Programs that help teenagers get work experience!
  • He creates so many outreach programs and he’s so happy that you gave him the chance to do that
  • Started from the bottom now we’re here


  • This boy is as clueless as Saeran
  • Between photography and Rika and being a dumbass, he doesn’t pay much attention to the world
  • ·      He ends up finding out through Jumin??
    • “Oh by the way MC’s father is going to be visiting my father, we’re going to talk about having MC model for one of our products”
    • “wHAT”
  • He’s honestly so happy though
    • You’re such a fantastic person who else could put up with him pining after Rika for so long and you deserve everything
    • You deserve all the praise and attention you get
  • He totally doesn’t fantasize about becoming a prince
    • And he so doesn’t go around singing Disney songs
    • “what was that honey?”
    • “Thinking about the top 10 things a blind person will never say”
  • This boy is such a saint, you two implement a program to help disabled children
    • And not only does he help implement the program, but he actually participates in it???
    • Crying cause V deserves the world
  • He becomes your family’s official photographer!
    • This happens because he was lowkey salty when you hired someone else for an event
    • “Oh you need my help getting something from the high shelf??? Why don’t you ask that photographer?”
    • V pls shut up
  • But you do drag him to one of your photoshoots and after that he’s as addicted as Zen
    • You two make such a beautiful couple, how could he not be addicted???
    • He has pictures of you everywhere in his house
    • And he knows how much you love him, he can always feel it, but he absolutely adores the expression on your face when you’re looking at him and seeing it from an outside perspective makes him want to cry
  • He loves you so much, you’re his goddess <3
Mockingjay Manor - Ch 6

Chapter One /// Chapter Two /// Chapter Three /// Chapter Four /// Chapter Five

Happy spooooooky Tuesday, everlarkers! Our last installment of Mockingjay Manor found Katniss and the gang trapped in the creepy attic laboratory, listening to a stranger approach from below. You voted for them to stand their ground and confront whoever (or whatever) is coming…

This week, the brilliant @appleblossomgirl0305 continues the adventure! Hang on tight, friends, the rating for this story has now been changed to M for canon-typical violence.

I glance over at Peeta and see his eyes wildly scanning the room for exits. But with the lack of light and terrors around every corner, I know there is no escape. Besides, this is my house now and just the thought makes me square my shoulders and grip the syringe tighter. We’re going to face whatever is coming up those stairs.

Peeta seems to come to the same conclusion and he nods at me, flashing me a heart-breaking smile just before he sets his mouth in a grim line. Even in this house of horrors, there is no one else I’d trust to have my back. A wave of gratitude washes through me that I’m lucky enough to have Peeta to fight by my side.

I press my back against the wall next to the door and Peeta takes up the spot mirroring mine on the other side of the doorway. I see Jo and Finnick, both still facing the freakish monkey, but moving backwards into the shadows before Jo’s cell phone light blinks off.

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Baking with Hunk

Another installment of my klance YouTuber AU! This (fourth) one-shot features some fluffy baking on Hunk’s channel, with Lance, Keith, and Pidge to help him out. I told you guys a lot of fluff was to be expected, but there’s also a lot of angst. This one sets the stage a bit for one of the next parts… which will be angsty. Lots of the things coming up soon will be angsty so… prepare yourself for those, but for now enjoy the mostly fluffiness! @elsiemcclay I’m pretty sure you’re asleep, but thanks for being such a great beta!

You can find the YT AU series here on my AO3.

Yes, I did look at the actual recipe to write this.

“Hi!” Hunk waved cheerfully at the camera. “Today we’re going to be making Baked Alaska Cupcakes! They’re one of my favorites, but I’ve never actually made them on this channel because they’re a bit more complicated. Luckily, I have help!”

He reached around the counter and dragged a brightly smiling Lance into the camera. “Hunk, pretty much all of your fans know me by now. We made breakfast puffs together last month!”

Hunk rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but do they know your boyfriend Keith?” he faked a gasp as Keith came to stand beside them. “Because he’s here, too!”

“Hunk, don’t look so surprised. You invited us here,” Pidge hopped up on a stool. “Besides, they probably do know who Keith is. Lance talks about him enough, that’s for sure.”

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Native Superheroes Quick Checks

@marvelousmrmothman said: What about Dani Moonstar?

Yep, she’d be an example of a Native who has magic but is not a Magical Native American because it’s a mutation. I knew I was forgetting a pretty big name in that post.

Basically, anything where the superhero origin is “mutation causes x” or “got powers because of [insert freak accident here]” is much, much more likely to be safe. Note I specify freak accident. Something that happened because of neglect or colonialism or natural resources being exploited is dodgy at best.

“Ancient cultural ritual” or “has powers inspired by [Native cultural thing]” is something to be wary of. If it’s Native written, that’s one thing, but if it’s non-Native written, that is very much another.

Also, when considering superhero origins, keep in mind what I said in Giving Jewish and Rromani characters chemically triggered superpowers in your sci-fi story. Poisoned water for a Native superhero origin story would be in very bad taste considering NoDAPL, as would any viral or bacterial infections because of tribes being purposely given blankets laced with these illnesses. 

That also kinda puts words to why I am not terribly fond of the premise of Kushala. She’s a product of genocide, and “accidentally” praying to the wrong god feels pretty wrong. Her origins is something that is deeply culturally tied and leverages Native pain to create somebody with awesome powers, which is veering into tragedy exploitation. 

~Mod Lesya

fandommaniac2401  asked:

Do you think the song 'I Won't Say I'm In Love' from Disney's Hercules can be related to Tobirama and Madara in anyway? Like would it fit them?

*starts wheezing* Ok, I have to thank you because my thought process went: “I won’t say I’m in love” > Meg’s purple dress > Madara or Tobirama > Hades > Madara >

Originally posted by jolifoutoir

And then I just keep laughing for awhile. Thank you so much for this mental association, rewatching that song was so much more hilarious with MadaTobi in mind. SO MUCH MORE HILARIOUS.

Anyway, your question: it could totally work for them because they’re both stubborn enough to flatly refuse to admit anything, albeit probably for slightly different reasons.

Madara probably had the messy relationships and is absolutely okay with loudly denying things rather than going through that embarrassment again (omg, Izuna in place of the muses calling out on Madara’s bullshit *cackles harder*). Tobirama probably doesn’t do relationships often and is just like “I have terrible taste, I have no idea what I’m thinking, I have absolutely no time for this and far too many things to do. No. No. This is unnecessary.”

Saudade: Ch24

Laying sprawled out on the bathroom floor, covered in your own blood, vomit, and sweat, honestly wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Actually, it was probably a million times worse, but the shock had set in such a long time ago that you were numb to everything right now, especially after Josh had proceeded to yell at you and drop you back on the tile. So here you were, bleeding to death and scrambling down the hallway back to the nightstand where you hoped and prayed your phone would still be waiting for you. It felt like your entire core was set on fire, your stomach crushed, and there was the most miserable migraine still ringing in your head. You wouldn’t think it would be this bad of a miscarriage in the first trimester, but then you thought about all the weed and alcohol, and you couldn’t help but own up to the fact that it was all your fault. You brought this upon yourself.

Relief surged through you as soon as you reached your phone, snatching it off the bed stand, your hand uncontrollably shaking. You fumbled to unlock it, and then scroll through your contacts, trying to think straight. Would Jenna help you? Over Tyler’s dead body. You didn’t want to bother Brendon, but he seemed like your last chance. Josh had just abandoned you there, leaving you to die, not giving a shit whether or not you’d be okay. Thinking over it, you shouldn’t really be one to blame him. He had every right to be as angry as he was. You grit your teeth, trying to hold back the unbearable pain, and then called Brendon. It took several rings before you heard him pick up. “You okay?” he answered groggily, probably just as hungover as you were. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“I’m,” you took a deep breath and tried to recover, barely choking out each word. “On. Floor. Bedroom.”

“Hey,” his voice softened. “You don’t sound too good. You alright?”

“Dying,” you sputtered out. “Fuck. Bleeding.”

“Oh god. Bleeding? Dying? I’ll be right there,” he hurriedly replied. “Shit, I’m on my way.” He hung up the call, leaving you groaning on the ground, wishing more than anything you could just die already.

When Brendon finally came barging into your house, which partially concerned you because Josh hadn’t locked the door but you were also thankful for so you didn’t have to move much anymore, a rush of relief washed over you. “I’m in here!” you had to call out, and you heard the familiar footsteps, moment of silence in order to let the shock set in, and then the cussing.

“What the fuck,” you heard him breathe out. He followed the trail of blood from the bathroom out to the hallway and to the bedroom, then walked through the door, gaping at you. “Oh. My. God.”

“Stop staring and help me already,” you grumbled. “I’m sick of conversation.”

“Yeah, I’m on it,” he nodded quickly. “What do you need? Hospital?”

“No,” you immediately shook your head. “Just meds. Lots of pain killers. They should be in the cabinet. And uh, I don’t know. Maybe a bath. New clothes.”

“Don’t worry,” he reassured. “I’ll take care of you.”

And as always, he did. Brendon had no hesitation in getting you what you needed. He supplied you with a cup of water and several extra strength Tylenol, as well as some left over pasta he found in the fridge because he insisted you needed to eat something while you hydrated. He then managed to clean up the mess in the bathroom and a bit on the carpeting and bedroom floor, running the tub full of warm water and then carrying you there and slowly undressing you, constantly asking you if you were alright or felt better. It was humbling for you to be taken care of like a small child, being fed and washed and dressed helplessly, but for some reason, with Brendon, it felt comforting. Normally when you were sick and Josh had to take care of you, you felt embarrassed or as if a burden to him, but with Brendon, it was charitable and loving. It reminded you of the morning you first remembered Brendon.

It felt like just yesterday. Waking up with another miserable hangover, being fed and taken care of, given meds, then washed, treated with love through and through. That was the first memory you could recall with Brendon, when you woke up and first locked eyes with him, wanting so desperately to know who he was. Now here you were, a million mistakes, a miscarriage, and a now angry boyfriend later, wound up in the same situation, Brendon shoving away everything in his life to put you first and make sure you were okay. It seemed like he was always there for you, a shoulder to lean on when you needed it most, a number to call when you were lonely, a drug to cure all your problems.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Hmm?” Brendon raised an eyebrow. He had carried you to your room, with you now dressed in a large shirt and some underwear, cuddling you and wrapping you in a blanket on your bed.

“I just wanted to thank you,” you shrugged, raising your head from leaning on him and looking him in the eyes. “For everything you’ve done for me.”

“There’s no need to do that,” he reassured. He brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, giving a soft smile. “I do all of this because I love you.”

A pang of guilt rested in your stomach. “What about Sarah?” you barely whispered. “What are you going to do about her?”

“Look,” he faltered, feeling uneasy. “That’s different. Alright?”

“I’m sure,” you mumbled, resting your head on his chest and thinking over it all. The silence in the room was unbearable, the ringing in your ears making you want to scream, Brendon refusing to say anything in response. You were truly alone now. Sure, Brendon was here at the moment, but as soon as Sarah would get off vacation, he would go running back to her. Tyler already hated your guts, and probably wouldn’t let Jenna get anywhere near you after he had found out your true intentions. And Josh. He loathed you completely. You still remembered him standing in the doorway of the bathroom, telling you how he wanted to marry you, how you had ruined everything, how he couldn’t believe you would do something like this.

There was a knock on the door and you jolted upright, Brendon just as startled as you were. “Who might that be?” he asked cautiously.

“It might be Tyler,” you sighed. “Coming to kick my sorry little ass.”

“Don’t say that,” Brendon narrowed his eyes. “Hey, you stay here. Alright? Take it easy. No stress. I’ll see whoever’s at the door.”

“Brendon,” you swallowed uncomfortably. “That might not be such a good idea.”

“It will be fine,” he insisted. “You stay here. Try to get some sleep.”

As wary as you were about everything being just fine, it wasn’t like you had the energy to fight Brendon anyways. You still felt miserable despite the medication, and you took a deep breath, reaching over for a joint and the lighter on the nightstand, picking it up between your fingers and lighting it with the flickering flame. It hadn’t occurred to you before that Josh might be kicking you out of the apartment. Where the hell would you live? It wasn’t like you could just go to Brendon’s house, seeing as Sarah wouldn’t be on vacation for forever. A sick feeling settled in your stomach and you wished more than anything that you could just disappear. You took a long drag of your joint and let the billows of smoke disperse throughout the room, hoping that things would clear up soon.

Your mind started to linger on other things. Like where Josh might be right now. He could’ve driven over to Tyler’s house and spilled out the entire story to him. That’s what sounded most likely. But he also could’ve done something dangerous. Ideas of your dream lingered in your mind and left a stale taste in your mouth. He wouldn’t kill himself, would he? Visions of his tear stained face and broken eyes burned in the back of your mind and made you feel terribly guilt ridden. You hoped he was okay. You still loved him after all. That’s when you heard the escalation of voices and you began to get concerned.

“You think you can just fucking kill my kid, huh?” a loud voice shouted. Josh. It was Josh.

“Your kid,” Brendon scoffed. “Right.”

“I’m going to kick your ass,” Josh threatened. “I can’t believe you’d do that. I thought we were friends.”

“Hey, I didn’t know,” Brendon defended. “She never told me.”

“She never told you she had a boyfriend?” Josh’s voice escalated. He must’ve been furious beyond belief. “Of course she didn’t! She just thinks she can walk all over me.”

“Maybe if you actually treated her right then she wouldn’t have to come begging to me!” Brendon taunted.

“Treat her right?” you could practically envision the boiling anger rising up inside of Josh. “I did everything for her! I bought her everything she could ever want! I treated her like a queen! Then I leave for tour and she thinks she can throw that all away? That’s my fault?”

“You treat her like she’s a child,” Brendon argued. “You don’t let her drink or do drugs or even have rough sex. How do you expect her to follow your stupid rules? You need to let her breathe, let her live a little.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not going to let her snort cocaine and get shit face wasted every night!” Josh apologized, sarcasm oozing with every word. “I’m sorry I won’t let her hoe around at the clubs in LA!”

“That’s not what I meant, Josh,” Brendon sighed.

“I’m sorry I’m not a fuck boy with a one man band who can charm her with a wink and a smile and whisk her away for months on end!” Josh seethed. “I’m sorry I don’t have weed growing out of my pockets and whiskey on hand and the audacity to let my bad habits influence the others around me!”

“Hey! That’s it!” Brendon snapped. “There’s nothing you can do, Josh! Whining about me being better than you isn’t going to fix the problem! She’s always going to want me more!”

“Bullshit,” Josh spat. “How come she never had the guts to break up with me then? She could’ve just ran off with you and left me out of this. But she didn’t. You know why? Because she found out you’re a cheater. You have so many other girls you’re not willing to give up for her, she’s afraid you’re going to leave her hanging.”

“I’m the one leaving her hanging?” Brendon questioned. “Last I checked, she was the one refusing to break up with her boyfriend and denying to have sex with me because she thought it was wrong! And then she comes crawling back to me with apologies and begging for me to take her back again. Yeah. Totally on me.”

“Fuck you,” Josh replied. “You’re a dick.”

“Of course I am,” Brendon chuckled. “A dick a whole lot better than yours.”

That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t just sit in the back bedroom and listen to the boys tear each other apart. It was unbearable. You put out your joint and groaned as you pushed yourself off the mattress and stumbled out of the bedroom, looking for the boys. They didn’t seem to be arguing anymore. You didn’t hear their voices. You looked in the living room, seeing nothing, but then starting to hear a wheezing, choking sound. Fear seized your entire being as you heard someone start grumbling, as if whispering, and you turned the corner, speechless and shocked with what you found. Josh had Brendon in a headlock, choking him half to death, Brendon’s face turning a pale shade of blue. Your jaw dropped, staring at the scene, Brendon desperately grabbing at Josh’s arm, only making him squeeze harder.

“You think you can fuck my girlfriend and I won’t know about it, huh?” Josh muttered in his ear. “Knock her up and get me to believe it’s my kid? Let her choke on marijuana smoke and get drunk on fancy bottles of liquor? Ruin my entire relationship with her just so you can add another girl’s name on your long list of sluts?”

“Stop,” you choked out, terrified. “Please Josh.”

“What?” his eyes blazed with fury, his gaze turning towards you. “Do you want a piece of this as well?”

“No,” you carefully shook your head, glancing at Brendon whose eyes were watering, him gasping for breath, scratching Josh’s arm so hard it bled.

“Don’t think I won’t,” Josh warned.

“You don’t have to do this,” you insisted softly, voice shaking, mind spinning. “You don’t need to hurt anyone Josh.”

“Yes I do,” he insisted, glaring at you. “He hurt you.”

“What? No, Josh. This isn’t his fault-” you tried to explain but he only threw Brendon to the ground, which you were extremely grateful for, but also horrified to find out what he might have in store for you. You took a step back and watched as Josh’s chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths, him turning towards you, those angry eyes still afire. Brendon was on the ground, choking for air, trying to get ahold of his surroundings. “Please. Just take a deep breath. Calm down.”

“Calm down?” he yelled. “How the fuck do you expect me to calm down when I wake up in the middle of the night and find my girlfriend bleeding to death on the bathroom floor with a dead baby? When I finally find out the guy who stole you away from me, fucked you up with drugs and sex and alcohol and a baby, and then dumped you? You think I’m going to be calm, babe?”

“N-no,” you stuttered out, glancing at Brendon still laying on the floor and hacking up a lung.

“That’s right!” he shouted. “So stay the fuck out of my way, and let me take care of this for good!”

“Josh,” your voice broke as you saw him turn back around towards Brendon, tugging him up off the floor by his shirt collar, and then shoving him up against the wall. You had never seen Josh do anything like this. He had never gotten this angry in all his life as far as you knew. You were terrified.

“Now as for you,” Josh chuckled darkly, tightening his grip on Brendon’s shirt, pushing him back harder. “I don’t believe we’re done quite yet.”

The Host and Amy (pt. 2)

{Inspired by and dedicated to the Pun Master, @gwennyr. I’ve been dishing out a lot of heavy angst lately, so let’s calm things down a bit!}

A warm breeze ruffles Amy’s hair, and the sunlight dappling across the two of them through the leaves feels good on her skin. It’s the kind of day that can’t be spent indoors, the kind where the air is fresher, the grass is greener, and the sky is bluer.

“What is this?” the Host asks, raising a quizzical eyebrow. The beverage is cold in his hands, but if he’s right, the liquid inside is coffee. “Is it some form of witchcraft?”

Amy giggles uncontrollably and takes a sip of her own drink as she and the Host enjoy a peaceful walk through the park. The blind Ego leaves the library but rarely, and even rarer are the times that he leaves Ego Inc. But Amy thought it would be good to get him outside for a while after he started to look a little sickly. “It’s an iced, dark roast coffee, my favorite!”

The Host sniffs at it and makes a face. It isn’t a distasteful smell, but it’s so… different from what he’s used to. “Is it poisoned?”

Amy scoffs at him and pokes the Host in the side. “Oh, come on, you big baby. Just try it!”

Another moment passes as the Host takes time to gather his courage, and then, quickly—before he can change his mind—he takes a sip. He shudders and makes a face, “Ack, it’s terrible! How do you drink this?”

The golden-haired girl snorts and hugs her sides, laughing at the Host’s horrified expression. “I guess it’s a bit of an acquired taste!” She straightens and trades him his drink for a blueberry muffin. “Here, nobody hates blueberry muffins. They’re like manna from heaven.”

The Host smiles happily at the treat. “Oh, yes, I like these very much.” He pinches off a chunk and pops it into his mouth, sighing at the sweetness of it.

“So, you really like sweet things, huh?” Amy asks, pulling the Host a little bit closer so that he doesn’t walk into a small child drawing on the sidewalk. She’s noticed that when the Host isn’t narrating, that he needs more help to be aware of his surroundings.

The Host nods in agreement but stops when he feels something tug at his coat—which he wears in all weather. Amy and the Host turn to see—and sense—a small child looking up at the Host with wide, brown eyes. “What happened to your face?” the child asks, far too loudly for the Host’s liking.

“The small child did not realize they were a nuisance to the Host. They asked the question out of ignorance of its painful answer.” The Host backs up a few steps and trips over someone’s dog as they passed by. Amy lunges to catch him, but since the Host is so much heavier than her, they both end up sitting in the grass.

The little kid screams and runs away, and its only then that Amy notices that the Host’s bandages have slipped down from over his eyes—or rather, lack thereof. With one swift motion, the Host pulls the bandages back into place and gets up, walking swiftly away.

“Wait, Host!” Amy grabs what’s left of their spilled drinks and the smashed muffin, shoves them into a nearby trashcan, and runs after him. When she catches up to him she hears him narrating in third person, trying to find his way back to Ego Inc.

“The Host shouldn’t have left his library. Trouble always follows the Host wherever he goes, and he didn’t want to embarrass Miss Amy.” He won’t stop for her, even when Amy reaches for his arm. He shrugs her off and keeps going.

“Host, please, I’m not embarrassed! I’ve loved getting to spend the day with you,” Amy says as she wraps her arms around his middle in a hug. “You don’t have to come out of your library just for me. I only want to try to help you, that’s all.”

The Host sighs softly. He’s become more accustomed to Amy’s gentle hugs, and he knows that she means well. The Host softly places a hand over Amy’s. “The H… I am trying very hard to become accustomed to who I am now, but it is not easy.”

Amy takes a step back and tries to give the Host a reassuring smile. “I know, Host, and I know that you’ll find yourself again one day. These things just take time, but you won’t get there hiding yourself away in the library all day long.”

The Host nods and looks down. After a moment, his face lights up, and he takes a few steps over to reach down and pick a daffodil. The Host strokes the petals gently and then presents the flower to Amy. “Here, a golden flower for a golden girl.”

Amy takes the flower, sticking it behind her ear, and grabs the Host by the hand. “Come on, Hosty. That one earns you another muffin!”

Eros - Bar AU Chapter 10



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EXO Reacting to Their S/O Having a Bad Day and Needing Comfort

~I hope you liked this anon! It may have took me a while and I’m sorry about that! I’m attempting a different style of reaction too so bare with me. Also I didn’t do the OT12 since it was really hard to think up scenarios but feel free to request their reaction too if that’s what you wanted!!~

- Stroni we are 10 followers away from 1k hear me screaming


You walk into your apartment, throwing the keys onto the counter and hanging your drenched coat on the hanger. It had been a terrible day at work and of course you forgot to bring your umbrella when you knew it was forecast rain. All you needed right now was your boyfriend, he was the only one who would be able to cheer you up. You slouched into the living room and saw him standing anxiously looking out the window, he must not of heard you come in. You don’t know what came over you but you burst out in tears throwing your arms around the back of him and snuggling into him, he was taken off guard for a second but when he heard your tears he became serious. “Y/N…bad day at work? Ahh look at you your hairs drenched. I’ll go run you a bath then afterwards you can tell me everything about it.” You would just nod and wait for him to tell you your bath was done, he kept his word after too. He cuddled you whilst you poured everything out, listening to every word.

Originally posted by baekhyuntella


You had arranged to go on a date at a fancy restaurant with Suho but you couldn’t find anything to wear and anything you had wanted to wear no longer fit. You were stressing out all day and you hadn’t even noticed the time. You sat on your bed, head in hands, crying silent tears when there was a knock on the door. A few seconds after it opened and you knew it must’ve been Suho and you frantically tried wiping away your tears and throwing your clothes back into the wardrobe. It was too late, he opened your bedroom door and at first he looks enraged but his expression softened when he saw you. He let out a sigh and came over to you, pulling you into him and patting your back. “What am I going to do with you Y/N? I was waiting at the restaurant for an hour, you had me worried. You should’ve called me, I wouldn’t have been mad, I’m your boyfriend and helping you is what I’m here for.” As he was saying all this you had already fallen asleep in his arms and he put you to bed, climbing in next to you and gently playing with your hair.

Originally posted by lawlliets


You sat on your living room floor flicking through photo albums of you and your beloved dog who had unfortunately passed away this morning. Your mum was the one who had broken it to you since your dog lived with her and you had called Lay almost immediately afterwards. You hadn’t yet cried, in fact you felt pretty numb, but you knew as soon as he walked through that door your tears were going to erupt. And that’s exactly what happened, he stood in the doorway and you shot up, soaking his shoulder in your tears. To your surprise Lay had started to tear up slightly too and you both stood there in each others arms, your sobs filling up the silence. After a while he pulled away and patted you on the head with a smile. “Come on let’s go bake some cookies, we can try and put them in the shape of a dog if you like? Y/D/N wouldn’t like us crying over him, I’m sure h wouldn’t mind us eating cookies in memory of him.” You nodded slightly with a smile, happy to get your mind off of things. Sure the dog cookies didn’t look the best but they still tasted absolutely amazing.

Originally posted by ceozhang


You knocked on the door to the boys dorm after a terrible first day at work. You had managed to send an email to the wrong person and to top that the email was full of spelling mistakes. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse your manager asked you to get him a coffee, which clearly wasn’t in your job description, and you ended up tripping and spilling it all over his desk. They sent you home early and Baekhyun was all you could think of, all you needed. Suho opened the door and it must have been evident on your face because he immediately called Baek and went to get you a hot drink. When Baekhyun got to you he frowned realising something was up. “First day not go too good?” You nodded with a pout and he laughed slightly causing you to glare at him, this was certainly not laughing matter. He brought his hands up defensively laughing even more “Hey hey I’m sorry you’re just cute when you get upset, you wanna talk about it over a game of over watch?” You looked at him, debating his request. “…Fine.”

Originally posted by iyeolie


You ran home ignoring everyone’s weird looks, you were meant to be on the bus but you ran off since the kid sitting next to you decided to spill the contents of his stomach all over you. Your day was going bad enough for you as it was. You finally opened your door only to be faced by Chen, he stared at you in shock then looked down at the sick covering your clothes. You could tell he was trying to hold in his laughter and you frowned making him flinch. “Bad day sweetheart? Wanna go clean up and I’ll talk about it afterwards!” You took up his offer then came out to be welcomed with instant noodles and sweets. You spend the the rest of the day teasing each other and stuffing your face together that you forget about the child incident.

Originally posted by kiimjongbae


You got into Chanyeol’s car, slamming the door behind you. He stared at you in concern as you put a box holding your belongings in the backseat. “Babe are you okay? You’ve never usually had to bring out a box after work before.” That’s when you burst into tears, blabbering on about being fired because you were over 2 hours late for work, you had missed the train and then the bus meaning you had to ruin all the way there only to be told they were laying you off. Chanyeol sighed and opened up his arms for you, you gladly accepted his embrace falling into them. You still went on about how you needed this job and you weren’t going to be able to pay rent or buy food but he told you everything was going to be okay and you both were a team. He’d help chip in until you found yourself a new job and as much as you hated it, you appreciated his help. He moved away and placed a kiss to your forehead shooting you little finger hearts before turning the key to start the car. You did your seat belt and sighed in content, happy to have him by your side.

Originally posted by dailypetal


You opened the entrance doors to SM entertainment, you glanced up at the clock on the wall. At this time Kyungsoo should be at dance practice, you felt bad for randomly throwing your problems onto him but right now you needed him. You felt like an embarrassment, not only had you walked into the wrong lecture today but everyone had to point and laugh at you like young children. You skipped all your classes and went straight here feeling too humiliated to face anyone. You went towards his practice room and glanced inside, him and the other members were talking. You knocked lightly and they beckoned you to come in. “Y/N? I thought you had classes today? Is everything alright?” You nodded but asked to speak with Kyungsoo in private for a second, he came outside and you unleashed everything on to him and told him how bad your day had gone. He listened intently, his face unreadable but he grabbed you by the hand unexpectedly and took you to the dorms. When you got there he went straight to the kitchen and took out a majority of ingredients without saying a word to you. He then went into the cupboard and threw an apron your way, putting one on himself. “You’ve always wanted to cook together, so let’s cook.” You smiled at his words and stood next to him giving him a quick hug before you started cooking.

Originally posted by theonly-vagina-kyungsoo-will-fuk


You sat outside the office building not too sure what to do, you had gone in for an interview but already they knew you weren’t right for the job. They had apologised for the inconvenience but they had already found someone and there was no need for you to go down that day. You pulled out your phone and dialed Kai’s number, he picked up almost straight away and you didn’t even give him the chance to say hello. You poured out everything, how you didn’t get the job, you came all this way just to be told there wasn’t even an interview available for you. He listened, staying silent until he was sure you were done. “That sucks babe…They really should have called you to say they had found someone. But don’t worry! There’s plenty of other jobs, better jobs, for you.” “Do you want me to come pick you up? I’ll take you out for some coffee or are you hungry?” You listened as he carried on offering to take you out and making you feel so much better, you agreed to let him pick you up and you’d sort something out afterwards. You unwillingly hung up and stood by the building smiling at the thought of seeing Kai.

Originally posted by daenso


You sat on the sidewalk beside your broken car, “stupid damn car, stupid damn car recovery people not even doing their stupid damn job. Waiting two hours for them? Not today.” You had messaged Sehun ten minutes ago to come pick you up and you already knew the storm that was coming your way, a storm you really didn’t need. All you wanted was to get home in your car but it had to go and break down on you, after the stressful day you had had this was the last thing that you needed. You saw Sehun’s car driving towards yours and you mentally cursed him before he had even said anything. He parked next to you and got out his car, running his hand through his hair. “You’re so lucky your car decided to break down on a parking zone.” You rolled your eyes and got up to get into the passenger seat, his hand shot out to stop the door from opening, preventing you from getting in. “What’s with the attitude? I come and pick you up and not a single thank you? Was it a bad day or something? You need a cuddle.” It wasn’t a question it was a statement because it was true and he knew it. You pouted and nodded your head, almost falling into his arms. He laughed whilst patting your head, his arms tightening around you. “We can pick your car up tomorrow…right now let’s just go home.” He said into your hair, you nodded again too exhausted to say anything. He removed his hand and opened to door for you, you gladly got in and sank into the leather. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep as the car hummed to life, you felt a light peck on your cheek making you smile before shutting your eyes.

Originally posted by sehunnified

Terrier - Peter Parker (Hogwarts AU)

Your name: submit What is this?

I wasn’t a brave Gryffindor, nor was I a friendly Hufflepuff, nor was I an ambitious Slytherin. I was a quiet Ravenclaw that spoke so little people could think I was phonophobic. I kept to myself, burying myself in books and work. My only companion was my notebook, which held many of my thoughts.

I always found writing easier than talking. It gave me a chance to choose my words carefully, and it was certainly much less stressful.

I held my books and notebooks to my chest and kept my head down, making my way to my next class when I heard Flash Thompson laughing with a few of his friends.

“Nobody cares about you, Parker! Don’t you get it? You’ll always be living in your parents’ shadows. Nobody cared, cares, or ever will care about you!” Flash yelled. 

“Don’t mind him, Peter. Let’s go,” Peter’s friend, Ned, tried to pull Peter away, but the wizard stood his ground, jaw clenched as he kept his glare on Flash.

“You’re just a tiny-” Flash began again, only to interrupted by myself.

“You know, if you’re going to insult someone, tiny isn’t the most effective adjective,” I said, surprising myself. I walked closer to the group, avoiding the surprised glances as I looked at Thompson. “Everything, after all, is made of tiny things. Atoms. You know what atoms are? They make up everything, really. All mass is made of atoms. They’re so incredibly tiny that you couldn’t even see it in large quantities unless they’re meant to be seen. Other than subatomic particles, they’re the tiniest things on Earth. Do you know what happens when you try to break an atom, Thompson? When you try and break something tiny?”

“I-” He began, but I interrupted him again.

“They explode in this thing called fission. They release energy in forms of radiation and heat. They’re so dangerous that the muggle that created him said that splitting an atom was his biggest regret. So, by calling Parker here tiny, you’re telling him he’s incredibly powerful and that he could kill you in an instant, but not before giving you fourth degree burns and flinging you to god-knows-where… and, well, that’s not really an insult, is it?” I asked, making Thompson a vibrant red.

“Listen here, mudblood-”

“Right, mudblood. Really the best you could do? You’re pureblood, right? I’m supposed to worship you and kiss the ground you stand on?”

“Damn right-”

“You know, I mean no offence to any pureblood but you, but pureblood kind of reminds me of purebred, and that reminds me of dogs. Plus, if I’m supposed to worship you, I guess that makes you a royal bitch, doesn’t it?” I mentioned, nonchalantly.

“I am not-”

“Oh, sorry, you’re not a girl. Completely forgot. See, for someone who boasts about being a ‘man’ a lot, you sure look like a girl… Another thing, Thompson, if you will-”

“I will not, thank you very much-”

“I wasn’t finished,” I told him sharply, almost mirroring the way McGonagall speaks. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, now, if you were a dog, Thompson, I think you’d be a Yorkshire Terrier. You do know what they look like right? They’re about as tall as my ankles and they’ve got quite a Napoleon complex; all bark, no bite,” I smirked, seeing Thompson’s furious face.

“Now listen here-”

“No, you listen. Leave Parker here alone or I could continue spewing out insults like tickets from some sort of arcade machine - oh, right, you don’t know what those are… such a shame,” I sighed. Flash huffed, turning away and leaving.

“Come on!” He called to his ‘minions’ before leaving. I looked at Parker, who looked at me in astonishment.

“I… I hope you didn’t mind. I heard what he was saying, and… well, they weren’t very nice. I thought he could use a taste of his own medicine, you know?” I paused, “Anyways, I… I probably shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Peter answered immediately. “No, it’s… it’s fine, really. Thanks,” Peter smiled. I smiled back at him.

“I promise I’m not actually that mean, by the way. I am capable of saying things that aren’t insults. Like I said… what he said was just terrible,” I told him. “Peter, you… you aren’t your parents and that’s the way it should be. You’re your own person and one day you’ll be known for being you and not as anybody else.”

“I…” Peter murmured, looking away for a moment before looking at me. “Thanks… you’re Y/N, right? We have Potions together, I think.”

“Yeah, I partnered up with you last week for Baruffio’s Brain Elixir,” I told him.

“Right, right…” Peter mentioned.

“Speaking of, I’m going to the dungeon. I’ll see you later, I guess,” I told him before walking off.

“Hey, wait!” Peter’s voice called after a moment, making me stop and turn to look at him. “Let me come. I have potions next anyways… as you know,” Peter chuckled.

I giggled and nodded. “Great. Come on, then. We can’t be late.”

“We’ve still got five minutes!”

“And that’s five minutes too late! I want to do some reviewing before we start class! I think we’re doing the Beautification potion, and I haven’t quite memorised how to do it yet!”

Peter, Ned, and I have been friends since that incident. Flash still makes fun of Peter, but neither of them would ever let me know, but of course I knew what was happening. I had my ways, one of them being Ned, who’d tell me just about everything if I just knew the right keywords. Whenever I could stop it, I did. Flash seemed to always suddenly forget something behind him whenever he saw me near Peter, a not-so-subtle way of avoiding me.

Peter had become my notebook. Whatever thoughts I had, I’d tell him, and he’d gladly share his thoughts with me too. We’d talk about everything, including nothing. 

Lately, though, Peter had been avoiding me too. I joked about it once, telling him I started to think Flash and him were having some secret affair. Peter paled at my words and looked like he was going to be ill if I hadn’t laughed. That was probably the most normal interaction we’ve had in months.

Ned was telling me he was just stressed because exams were coming up, but I knew that couldn’t be it. Peter never stressed out about exams, and he sure wouldn’t start now considering exams were at least a month away.

I was in potions in my usual spot next to Peter. He, though, hadn’t been my partner since he had started avoiding me, and since we were an odd number of students, I would be forced to either work alone or with Professor Slughorn, but even when I would work with him, I may as well have been working alone.

“Now, now, get your partners and let’s get started on today’s potion!” Professor Slughorn announced. I sighed, gathering my things and getting ready to move so I could work with Slughorn again.

“Y/N,” Peter began, making me freeze and look at him. “Do you… do you want to work on this one with me?”

I could’ve said a number of things to him expressing my frustration at his avoiding me, but I decided it wouldn’t be the wise thing to do considering we were in the middle of class. “Sure,” I shrugged, figuring it would be a nice change.

“Right, today we are going to be working on Amortentia…” Professor Slughorn continued. Peter and I followed his instructions, able to make the potions without even speaking together. Instead, we looked at each other when the other wasn’t looking (or when we thought the other wasn’t looking) and made the potion with an awkward silence.

By the end of class, I had chosen to stay behind for a while so I could talk to Professor Slughorn. 

“Professor-” I began after everyone left, but McGonagall had come in and told the professor to follow her.

“Just a moment, Y/N,” Professor Slughorn excused before leaving. I sighed, cleaning up where Peter and I had worked.

“Y/N? What are you still doing here?” Peter asked, coming in.

“Don’t you have Charms or something?” I muttered.

“I was on my way after trying to find Ned. I figured to come back because he has Potions next…” Peter answered, walking beside me and finding the Amortentia we had made together in a little vial. “Why do you still have it?”

“It’s the first Amortentia potion I mad-” I began, but Peter only looked at me, making me roll my eyes. “Fine. The first Amortentia potion I made that I made without risking being in trouble,” I corrected. Peter held it up.

“Yeah. Let’s not forget the one you gave to Goldstein-”

“Only because she asked me to!” I defended, my voice raising a pitch. 

“You reckon you’d get in trouble if I drank it?” My eyes widened at him.

“Don’t. Even. Dare,” I warned. Peter smiled at me and removed the cork. I tried to get the vial out of his grasp, but he turned around and drank it. “Peter, no!”

Peter exhaled, turning around again and handing me the now-empty vial. “Welp, see you later, Y/N. I gotta look for Ned,” Peter shrugged before walking off. I blinked at him.

“I… I… Wait,” I muttered to myself as Professor Slughorn came in. “Professor, did I make the potion right?” Professor Slughorn chuckled.

“From what I’ve seen, you’ve never made a potion wrong. Why do you ask?” He replied.

“I… Peter just… Peter just drank the Amortentia we made together. Now, I don’t know if that has anything to do with it-” Professor Slughorn only looked at me knowingly. “What?”

“Why wouldn’t Amortentia work, Y/N? If it was perfectly crafted-”

“You think-”

“I don’t think, Y/N, I know,” he smiled at me. My face broke out in a grin as I ran out of the dungeon and began looking for Peter.

I navigated the many halls of Hogwarts and finally found him on his way to Charms with Ned. I stopped for a moment, sighing in relief before running to him, and tackling him from behind in a hug, practically getting a piggyback ride from him.

“Peter!” I laughed.

“Y/N?” He laughed as well.

“What’s going on?” Ned asked curiously.

“Peter, you-”

“Parker!” Flash yelled, walking up to us. I could feel my blood boil as I hopped off Peter and stepped beside him. “You kno-”

“Flash Thompson!” I glowered, “I’m sort of talking to Peter right now and quite frankly I don’t care for you stomping up to us like you own the bloody school, alright?! I don’t care how long it took you to get over this weird phobia you have of me scolding and insulting you whenever it comes to Parker over here, but you will turn around and walk away before I put you under the Cruciatus Curse!” I threatened. Flash paled, walking off. I huffed in frustration and looked at Peter, who was both bewildered and amused at my behaviour.

“I… I’m gonna go to Potions,” Ned excused himself, walking away.

“Peter bloody Parker, you should have told me!” I hit his arm, making him laugh at me. “This isn’t funny, you jerk! You could’ve just told me instead of ignoring me and drinking the bloody potion! It was reckless and stupid of you, you git!”

“It worked, though, didn’t it?” Peter rose an eyebrow.

Worked?! I was worried that you hated me! Or that I became annoying! Or-Or-”

Peter shushed me, grabbing my shoulders. I looked at him and stopped rambling. “I could never hate you,” he told me, “Nor do I ever think you’re annoying.”

“Yeah, well I see that now-”

“Y/N, I avoided you because I had to figure it out first. I mean, it’s incredibly confusing-”

“You think?!”

“Shh!” Peter laughed. I sighed. “I’m really sorry, and it was stupid.” I rolled my eyes. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Forgive me?” He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes and I sighed.

“Of course I forgive you, you dolt,” I chuckled, hugging him. He laughed, hugging me back. “I swear you’ll be the death of me.”


granpappy-winchester  asked:

I AM VERY EXCITED FOR PURPLE NAIL POLISH CREDENCE (Very very very excited over here!)


This is one of those ones I kind of want someone else to have already written so I can just read it.  But I will just have to soldier on and write it myself, once I figure out whether it wants to have an actual plot or literally just be Credence Wears Purple Nail Polish And Both He And Graves Feel A Way About It.

(Credence tucking his feet up under himself bashfully while he reads after his visit with Modesty, second-guessing letting Modesty paint his toes.  But she’d been so happy to share this with him, how could he say no?  What are the chances he can get it off before Graves gets home?  If there’s a spell for this, he hasn’t learned it yet, and it’s not the kind of thing you want to experiment with alone and end up toeless.)

(Modesty is just so delighted with herself and the things her new foster family lets her have and do.  The pretty ones like the nail polish, and the delicious ones like spicy food and the scary ones like going to bed without saying prayers.  There’s just so much to the world, how did she never know that before?  She doesn’t understand how Credence can spend so much of his time cooped up in that boring apartment with stuffy Mr. Graves, when there’s an entire world to see.  She considers it her sisterly duty to bring him things he might not have found yet on his own: dumplings, nail polish, music, a scarf she knitted him with the softest yarn.  She didn’t even know yarn could be beautiful and soft instead of scratchy and beige.)

(Graves. Well. He knows the spell to take the polish off, or for that matter to put it on.  He hasn’t always been Auror Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security. He was a pretty young thing once, too.  But he’s highly unmotivated to teach Credence the spell.  Credence blushes so prettily when he’s nervous about overstepping some imagined boundary, and it’s such a pleasure to show him that the boundaries are never where he thinks they are, and to watch him unfurl into the newly-discovered spaces in his mind.)

(Probably this all ends with post-coital dumpling eating and a mutual agreement that Modesty’s taste in nail polish and food is exquisite but her music preferences are alarmingly terrible, but we shall see.)

irrevocably-delicious  asked:

For fanfic trope? Yo.... yo... gimme soul mate au. It's so cliche (i.e. I fucking love it).

fuck ha ha i know you like the free bois so……..rinrei?

Rei hates the soulmate business. Its really not beautiful. The fact that you age until you are 18 and then stop, and then age normally after you find your soulmate is stupid and incomprehensible. Like HELLO? How do you decipher whether you aged or not? After 18, the results wont show immediately so you gotta wait a few months to see if you have changes in your appearances or your height or build etc etc and it frankly boggles him. And by that time, how would you know who exactly??? is your soulmate??? It could have been anybody by then??? The exact pinpointing factor doesn’t exist and it makes him so confused that he tries to avoid the topic at all times. Lest he rants too much and gets nick named as the guy who didn’t believe in soulmates. Its as confusing as swimming to him. Only Nagisa has been privy to his rants.

Until of course, swimming happens. And more so when Haru turns 18. 

“Makoto-senpai? Is your shoulder width increasing?”

“Ha ha, really?”Makoto shrugs, beaming a smile outshining the fucking sun.”I didn’t notice it.”

No one is surprised when Makoto and Haru age normally. When they move about their life in Tokyo after college in that weirdly we-were-already-kinda-soulmates-from-birth-so-we-dont-particularly-care way. 

Its something beautiful and makes him yearn for it. 

He starts pursuing it. Dual major in Medicine and Soulmate Studies. He gets a chance to move to Australia for his final year, and continue his PhD there which he takes. And whereupon he contacts the one person he knows who lives there.

“Rin-san, I am……how do I say this? But can I …..move in with you?” He holds up his hands, palms forward, flushing. “Ahh, but only for a while! I promise! I will move as soon as i get-”

“Rei, come on man. You can move in ha ha.” Rin gives his trademark toothy smile. “Just shoot me a text when you take the flight.”

So they settle. Friends because of a healthy rivalry become roommates who……surprisingly blend very well. Rin who doesn’t get along much with other people, suffering his life with Ai’s messiness, Haru’s dazed and one mind thinking, Sousuke who steals his bed and cola just to piss him off, gets along swimmingly with Rei.

The guy keeps his things neat and precise, works hard at what he wants, and most of all has classical music taste. Sure there is a few terrible pop rock and hard metal thrown in there but Mozart hits the right notes after a gruelling workout. Food is terrible though and Rei’s “I am fabulous and I know it” fashion sense is actually pretty cheesy and laughable. But meh he loves it. 

They go out to a few places which Australia has to offer and search for food spots and play with Winnie from time to time. Russel and Lori love Rei a bit too much in his opinion.

All in all, he likes hanging around with Rei more than he ever thought he would. He could probably live with Rei forever and wouldn't think twice about it.  

“What are you doing? It’s saturday night.”

“I am looking at some old photographs.” Rei’s face is screwed up in concentration before he looks up. “Don’t you have training?”

Rin scratches his cheek. “Yeah…..it got canceled. Its a fucking holiday this weekend and the pool isn’t open so I am staying put inside.” He sits beside Rei and picks up one of the pictures. “Why? Whats this all about?”

Rei furrows his eyebrows and looks down at the table, strewn with pictures from his childhood. “Its…..confusing.” He mutters. More to himself. 

Rin pokes through a few of them. Rei looks adorable in this one. No better in this one. No even better in this one. He smiles easy looking through all of them, kinda wishing he was there to see it all. Rei was so cuteHe is always cute, even when he had ketchup on his nose and a soggy burger in his hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little alarm bell rings.  

Then he stumbles on some pictures where he is there. Standing next to Makoto, arguing with Haru or putting an arm around Rei and teasing him or having a glaring showdown with Sousuke. There is even one when he had his 18th birthday party. He is sitting on his bed, down with cold and all his friends around him. Cake on his bed and popping confetti in the background. He is glaring at the camera, prissy about being sick. He chuckles.

Rei starts. “What is it?” 

“Oh nothing. Wow we have changed huh? All grown and gone separate ways…”

“Rin-san.” There is terseness in that voice that Rin notices. “We have changed.”

“Yeah thats what I sai-”

“No no.” Rei points to the photos he had in his hands. One from the birthday party and the other taken last weekend when they both had gone to the zoo. Rin and Rei have their arms around each other’s shoulders and taking the selfie wonkily. Rin notices how happy they both are, and how close. He hadn’t noticed that before. The alarm in his head is banging a little louder now. Nearly drowning out Rei’s voice. “We have changed. You and me.”

anonymous asked:

Hi hazel! Do you have any sneak peaks or previews of anything? Your writing is just so good, I miss it xD1!!

Thank you very much! Since we’ve been talking a little about it today, here is another extract from The Place Where Sunflowers Grow

Sidney pulls a face. It’s been an intense couple of weeks, with Geno forced to fly back and forth between Pittsburgh and Sochi, delivering his witness deposition before investigators decided he was of no further use to them—there was really no evidence against him. Just his friendship with Zoya, and the phone call Geno himself had reported.

“Don’t go out after the game tonight,” Sidney says impulsively. “Come to my room instead. We’ll order sushi and watch one of those movies you like so much, the one with all the cars. I’m sure one of them is on pay-per-view.”

Geno looks at him silently for a moment. After a beat, he says, “Is Fast and Furious movies, Sid. Very popular.”

He even sounds a little amused, and while it’s at his expense, Sidney is glad for it.

“Sure,” Sidney says agreeable. “So, it’s a date?” He very carefully ignores the light flush he can feel spread across his cheeks at his unfortunate choice of words, and from the stall next to Sidney’s, Flower eyes them with unabashed interest.

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snitchheretosnitchyou  asked:

Hello. You probably get this a lot or maybe not but I'm just wonder what your opinion on the rape that you portray in your comics like one I've seen had one of you character saying something like: "Are you going to rape me?" And the other replying "No, I'm just going to kill you.". I just wanted to know why you think that it's good to portray rape as a short gag for your impressionable preteen audience that seeing that gag could think that is the norm and rape jokes are fine.

I tend to make fun of everything honestly, I’m not a very serious person generally, everytHiNG makes me laugh, that’s also why my humor is terrible

anyways, when I drew that page I didn’t have an audience yet, I had like a max of 30 people like me reading the webcomic, I can’t say “I was just a kidddd” because it was just 1 year and a few months ago
so like it was completely fine to do something like that at the time 

but like everything changed so quickly and a big ass audience grew, I didn’t even have the time to adapt myself, I can’t change from a day to another

many stuff happened, and now my mind on this topic changed:
do I mind rape jokes? nah, you can joke about anything with me, I don’t really care it’ll probably make me laugh (sorry about that but even the most offensive terrible jokes make me laugh, I’m kinda insensible?) but I also understand that people can have different reactions to things, different tastes, and I’m trying to grow up and respect them as much as possible, so I’m trying to avoid these kinds of jokes 


Do you and your S/O get into constant arguments and dont know how to get over it? Dont worry, lots of couples have those problems. Especially when the relationship is longer that 1 year. Here are some ways to help if you’re in an argument:

-Think before you speak: sometimes what you say can be taken out of context, especially if your tone or body language says somthing different. Try to sit down and have eye contact if the situation is very important.

-Apologizing: If you and your spouse just finished an argument and you feel terrible, apologize. Make sure its very heartfelt and have reasons why you’re sorry. Just saying sorry isnt going to help. Make them feel better with your apology.

-Activities: If you think your argument might’ve ruined your relationship, quickly take your spouse out the house. Fresh air can help clear your mind and relax. Maybe bring some snacks and drinks. Help fill the heart with some good tasting treats.

-Spend time apart: This is a laat resort type of thing. You never wanna spend too much time apart but it could help, Especially if they request it. Time apart can help make the heart stronger. You feel empty and want to be loved again. It can really make the relationship stronger.

I hope these tips help if you’re ever in an argument. I love you all and have a wonderful day. 💜💙🐱