also if you could tell me how my theme looks that would be cool

10 Things I love about Expiration Date


This face. 

Legend says it only happens within a millisecond, but once you see it, it’s chilling. Like if this screenshot doesn’t describe the personality of Medic idk what else would, guys. Dude is so ready to scare the entire shit outta Scout. You can see it in his cold blue eyes. That boogeyman smirk. His evil (yet groomed) eyebrows. Y’all, this man holds so much unadulterated glee at witnessing the pain and suffering of others, so much madne–

–aaaand he’s back. Everything’s cool. Hey doc what the hell is that?


k then


So originally I took this screenshot bc of Spy’s eyebrow and Heavy’s annoyed expression of being awoken from his slumber….

but then I proceeded to laugh my ass off bc I also happened to capture Sniper staring off into space while contemplating his existence in this universe.

(I’m sure this is a common occurrence with him. He’s probably the type of dude that wonders if pigeons have feelings.)


Still in the same room, only this time Spy has been gravely insulted by the Scoot.

But look at the others. They don’t seem too exasperated with Scout and his doodles of Spy. Maybe it’s because they also think this meeting is dumb, maybe it’s because they actually knew Scout was going to pull this prank, or maybe it’s because they too think The Eiffel Tower Having Sexual Congress With Spy is a hilarious joke.

Either way, it’s nice to see the other mercs genuinely smiling at Scout and his shenanigans. It’s better than the common fandom theme where Scout is The Worst and Everybody Hates Him.

No, the other old dudes know how to kid around too (even though it’s still at the Spy’s expense, oops)

Of course, whether the Pyro is smiling at him too is something we’ll never know. Personally I think he’s just eyeing up that bucket. Imagine how different this whole video would have gone if Pyro took the bucket instead of Soldier. 

Probably not so different actually.


This goes to show that Medic is not just a sadistic doctor. He’s a sadistic doctor that cares about his friends and smiles at them when he passes by.

It’s like when you’re walking down the hallway to class and you see your friend going to their class and you smile and nod to acknowledge their existence. It’s such a nice thing, and of all ppl Medic was the one who did that.



If there was a looping video of just Demoman and Sniper playing their instruments of choice I would pay to watch it forever. Also, how did they get there? Did Spy just yell “hey assholes who wants to help me create a romantic dinner mood so I can teach Scout how to talk to a girl” and Demo and Snipes were like “ok m8 no problem B)”

I know we’re already used to the fact that these boys are mad talented, but I still love the fact that their instruments aren’t what you would stereotype them to play based on their personality. 

The dude that’s paid to blow shit up can probably play Beethoven, and the Loner Guy that lives in a camper van probably knows the tune of Careless Whisper by heart. 

I love that.


Once again I take a screenshot in order to capture the character in the middle, only to lose my shit at the person standing at the far left.

Look at Medic’s face. Yes, I get it, in context this is a ridiculous situation. I mean the last line said before that was “I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days”. This is almost Saturday cartoon material here.

But still, look at his fucking face. I just…



Speaking of horrified reactions. 

Thank goodness I know what the context is in this clip because otherwise I would have assumed someone died, or Armageddon had arrived, or something else completely unimaginable happened and there’s nothing that can be done at all, ever.

But no, it’s just a mutant tentacle monster. And this is right before Heavy asks Medic to ubercharge him, because he’s metal af.

All jokes aside, though, the reason why I am putting so much emphasis on these little miliseconds of expression is because these characters are 3D animated, and a team of people sat in front of a computer rigging these facial features to move this way. Even though these moments happen for only a second, they are still very telling when you look at them up close.

Besides, Heavy doesn’t make this face very often (as far as we’ve seen) and it’s something worth remembering (amirite, Comic #6??)


Ok, lemme tell you guys a thing:

If I was fighting a giant-tentacle-whole-wheat-bread-monster and it hoisted my ass several feet into the air, only to fling me back to mother earth with all of it’s strength, I would stay on my fucking back for like five minutes trying to get breath back into my lungs and wondering why tf I even bothered to fight anyway.

THIS DUDE get’s knocked on his ass, arms and legs akimbo and everything, get’s back up mid-fucking-tumble while reaching for his blade, and charges back into the fight like nothing ever happened. 

Seriously, it’s one swift motion, like a damn nature show. You could watch the video again but you’d have to make sure not to blink because it happens so fast.

 And the amazing thing is that all the mercs (and Pauling too) have this insane ability of getting fucked, getting even more fucked, getting back up, and then getting back into the shitstorm with no hesitation. 

Then again, what’s what the Gravel Wars basically are right?

Shit, Administrator was right, these dudes are straight up Plutonium.


“Good news! We’re not dying! We are going to live FOREVER!”

Oh that Soldier, always giving a laugh. Honestly, though, the reason why I saved this was because I didn’t realize for a long time that the reason why he was able to jump in on the conversation was because he was eaten by the bread monster.

It makes sense, because last time we saw him he was being dragged while screaming something about teleporting bread. He was probably just laying there in the monster’s throat, getting ready to use a grenade, when suddenly boom went the bomb and he received visitors. All this time I never put two and two together that he was stuck inside the bread monster before Pauling and Scout made it cool. Shame on me. That’s definitely a Soldier thing to do.

(Also, you wanna know what a bread monster and Soldier have in common? They both have a talent of cockblocking Scout.)


And the final one.

There’s nothing like a family portrait. If the video froze at this point with credits I would have expected to hear a 90′s family sitcom jingle.

What a video.

Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -


Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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Something New- Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by spiderholland

Prompt: Can you do something where peter is failing English and thinks that the teacher will get Ned to Tudor him but instead get the reader she is sort of the cool but nice girl and his crush. And is surprised that she is so smart because she’s popular and not bullied. Then they end up dating or something

Word Count: 1,135

A/N: Written by Daisy. Also sorry for the wait, been a hell of a lot busier than I imagined. 

Peter watched the clock with a burning intensity, willing the second hand to make its rotations faster. Exhaustion had taken over him, his nightly activities preventing him from being the perfect student and even more so, the functioning human being he could be. He counted the minutes that went by. One. Two. Three. The bell would ring any second now. He wouldn’t have to listen to his monotonous teacher examine the over-arching theme of death in Dickinson’s poems. He would leave. He would swing through the city, narrowly missing the sides of New York’s plentiful skyscrapers, for the thrill of it. He would be the person he never could be within these four walls.

But as luck would have it, Mr. Fillmore had other plans. “Parker, I’ll need to see you after class.” Then the bell. Then the scraping of chairs, and the shuffling of feet and a chorus of voices. Peter sighed, before shoving his belongings into his book bag before unceremoniously throwing it over his shoulder and making his way to the front of the low lit classroom.

He stood before his teacher, knowing full well he didn’t have to say a word. “Peter, I’m sure you’re well aware of this, but you’re a few C’s away from failing this class. I’m not sure what is going on with you, nor will I claim to understand whatever it is. But you’re skipping class, submitting sloppy papers. I know you have more potential, at least that’s what your performance in your other classes tells me. Is there something you want to tell me Peter? Or perhaps a counselor?”

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Originally posted by tt-aeils

bear with me please this is my first bullet point fic and my first fanfic since like 7th grade?? mlp was a dark stage

-okay so you aren’t tumblr famous really but you do have a few hundred followers on tumblr and you put time and effort in your theme and stuff, like ur blog is classy but trashy,,

-you pretty much use Tumblr daily and you are a bts blogger and post gifs that you make for bts and a few headcanons

-so one day in math class you get like 30 notifications that someone liked and reblogged your gifs

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Go Go ‘Power Rangers’ (2017 Review)

Is this good? Is this bad? Will my inner-child allow me to judge this appropriately?

“Power Rangers” is a reboot of the classic 1990s action-packed children’s show “Mighty Morphin Power Rangers,” which in turn is based on the Japanese tokusatsu “Super Sentai Series.” It’s directed by Dean Israelite and stars a cast of young actors, as well as Bryan Cranston, Bill Hader and Elizabeth Banks. The film is set in the small, fictional town of Angel Grove, where local high school students Jason Scott, Kimberly Hart and Billy Cranston (Dacre Montgomery, Naomi Scott and RJ Cyler, respectively) are all caught up in detention. Through a series of shenanigans, they come across Trini and Zack (Becky G and Ludi Lin, respectively) as they all discover an ancient, otherworldly construct. It’s there where they meet Zordon (Cranston) and his robot assistant Alpha 5 (voiced by Hader), and attain the responsibility of becoming a powerful team known as the Power Rangers, and to stop the destruction of an ancient, powerful witch known as Rita Repulsa (Banks). 

This is the absolute perfect “what if” movie. The answer to “what if they remade ‘Power Rangers’ for adults” question. This is the film we asked for, albeit cautiously. We really owe it to franchises such as the “Transformers” series, because without them, this film would be seen as an impossible reach.

Being a millennial, I was very much a child when “Power Rangers” had its long television run, and I stayed true through each incarnation, from “Mighty Morphin” to “Lightspeed Rescue,” and considered myself a retired fan after “Dino Thunder” (I was already in middle school at the time). So yes, shameful as it is, I know my shit. As you can see, I want this to be good. But was it?

Yes. Surprisingly, it was pretty good. It’s not shockingly “I thought this was going to be shit but it ended up being amazingly amazing” good. It’s just good.

Here’s one thing that the film does better than the TV show: the acting. In a great departure from the “Saved by the Bell” mood that the 90s actors gave us, we now have grounded, realistic, rebellious teenagers. These new actors fit the “teenagers with attitude” description way better than the 90s actors ever did. You have Montgomery as Jason, playing the rebel who ends up having to deal with the most responsibility. Scott plays Kimberly, the girl who does a good job of not just being the obligatory female casting, or the fighting damsel-in-distress, unlike the original. The dialogue between these two is usually filled with charm, whether its casual banter or a proclamation of their contempt for Angel Grove. 

But they do something different with the rest of the cast, which helps to modernize them. Cyler as Billy provides the humor and keeps the grittiness from ever getting lower and lower. Of the five teenagers, he is the one with the most charisma But he also serves to represent autistic teens everywhere. Yes, unlike the television counterpart, they made the Blue Ranger autistic, which is a pretty bold and commendable step for something based off a children’s property.

To keep the ball rolling, they then make Becky G’s Trini represent lesbians and confused, oppressed teenagers everywhere. Okay, this film had me at shedding light on autism, but encouraging more LGBT representation? Hats off to you, Lionsgate and Saban. Despite this, I found Becky G’s performance to be slightly annoying until about halfway through the movie, when they developed her much more, and gave her a more integral role in the plot. 

While I praised the rest of the cast, I’d have to drop the axe on Ludi Lin as Zack, the Black Ranger.  Compared to all these convincing performances, Lin’s is absolutely haphazard. The way he is introduced is to set up how much of a cocky outsider he is, so naturally he’s by himself. He then starts speaking to himself, which is one of my absolute biggest pet peeves in a movie. I despise movie moments where normal-functioning people start speaking or quipping to themselves, the only sensible reason being that the writers assume the audience is too dumb to know what the character is thinking. I get it if a character has schizophrenia or another mental illness, or if the words are limited to comedic inner-banter, but not in this case. He’s someone with decent social-competence and no reason to quarrel with himself, other than provide exposition to the audience.

But like Trini, I did find him to be much less annoying when he opened up. They gave him a pretty touching backstory with his own troubles, and they make his motivations really apparent. And just to keep the ball rolling, he’s also the most foreign one of the group, being bilingual, unlike the original black ranger. Now that I think about it, many of the Power Ranger series’ casts don’t feature any overtly foreign characters, apart from maybe of an alien race. 

That is precisely why this casting works. Whether or not you find these characters annoying, you can’t doubt that they’re there for a good reason, and you might even warm up to them as the movie progresses. They also help to introduce bouts of political correctness, but they aren’t preachy or condescending about it (which is really the only good way to go about political correctness). They represent people of various colors, mental states and social capabilities, showing (but not telling) that everyone is capable of extraordinary things as long as they have camaraderie.

I can’t say much about Cranston as Zordon. It’s a great homage, seeing as how Cranston has actually been a part of “Power Rangers” since the original television show, where he voiced many of the villains they face. I do love his voice-work here, and while it took some getting used to, I ended up really liking how they presented him. Rather than a chubby, floating head in a tube, they made him manifest into a wall, kind of like one of those pinpression toys. Not to mention they could have easily made him a one-dimensional character. But they went above and beyond to give him his own arc, his own set of feelings and doubts, and a world of lore behind him.

If you thought Alpha 5 was annoying in the television show, then you can rest your worries because Bill Hader fixed him up good. The original’s voice was so high-pitched and screechy; basically in typical 90s fashion (or how the 90s thought Aliens would sound like). This time, he just kind of does the same thing he did as Fear from “Inside Out,” except less screaming. His design had me slightly worried but I got used to it.

Now, Elizabeth Banks as Rita Repulsa has me split down the middle. On the one hand, I do like that at least ONE person in this entire film is trying to recall the absurdity and campiness of the original series. At the same time, I found her to be over-the-top, and incredibly outlandish compared to the rest of the grounded cast. She is guilty of overacting here, which is both a blessing and a curse. The prosthetics on her are amazing though, from both start to finish. She starts out as an outright horror character, which is something I didn’t expect to see even in the gritty version of a children’s property. 

If you kept up with me for this long, you know that a recurring theme here is that this film takes several risks that are rather uncharacteristic of a children’s property. Sure, there are hints of silliness to try and match the youthful appeal of the original, but they also throw in more mature bits of humor, about things such as drug tests and jacking off a cow (no joke). Me personally, I welcome these jokes. If anything, this is much more of a film for the adults who grew up watching “Power Rangers,” rather than children. The maturity really shines through in the form of character development and chemistry.

I must say that if you are bringing a child to watch this, keep in mind there will be mild swearing, and several mature jokes.

A common criticism (ad nauseam, pretty much) is that this film is a forced collision between two different movies. Two thirds of the movie is essentially the origin story, which focuses mainly on character development. At the same time, this is the section that appeals to the audience the most, whether you’re fans of the original or not. No one comes into anything titled “Power Rangers” and expects to feel for the characters. But through one particular scene where all the characters develop a kinship, we develop a peculiar attachment to each of them. It was at this moment that I’m glad these people are the ones I’m spending five more movies with (Yup, that’s right).

But when it sticks to the original, it definitely sticks, and that’s where the last third of the movie comes in. If you’re looking for cool looking suits fighting monsters with martial arts and gymnastics, you will get it. If you’re looking for giant robot dinosaurs battling another giant monster, you will get it. And MOST OF ALL, if you want to, at least once, hear the iconic theme song, you will get it. In all it’s pure, epic goodness.

But this is where I have to defend my appreciation for this movie, because many people will come in accusing me of being “blinded by nostalgia.” Despite having these borrowed features from the original show, there is really nothing nostalgic about it. The action here is far better than most of the show’s episodes. There is no silliness to be had apart from what would be silly by realistic standards (as opposed to having two obligatory bully characters).

Even some elements taken from the show are vastly different. Case in point: Rita, who in this film is actually getting shit done by herself rather than sitting up in some moon tower yelling at everyone.

Even the formula of the show is broken up here. Back then, everything was so fast-paced to where every time a new series was brought in, the new team of Power Rangers would unrealistically form intimate familial connection and extraordinary abilities within 20 minutes. This film actually shows you that the Power Rangers had to train for this, both physically and mentally. They didn’t just have these abilities bestowed upon them as a result of the plot rushing it together. You see them work for it, which is something I really appreciated about it.

I had to bring that up because many of the people who didn’t like this film will be quick to see reactions like mine and guilt me for “nostalgia.” But that “tone difference” that they’re faulting this for is the reason why you can’t pin nostalgia on this. All that means is that everything I liked about this film has been on its own merits, maybe (at most) perpetuated by quick little homages to the original. 

I suppose before I wrap this up I should mention one more thing. Not really a problem, but more like something I wish happened: I wish they played the theme song more. It was wonderful hearing the iconic theme song, perfectly borrowed from the 1995 film, and at the height of its “Power Ranger-ness.” But I felt that if they really were gonna throw it in there, they should have totally owned it and at least left it playing for a bit longer. If not that, then at least make an instrumental cover to play in the background during the climax, rather than GODDAMN KANYE.

This is a film that has fans and critics alike split down the middle, but it’s pretty clear that everyone who hates it is hating it for the same two reasons: (1) It has a massive tone-clash towards the end, and (2) It caters way too much toward product promotion for Krispy Kreme donuts. I do agree with the latter, make no mistake. But when I hear people complain about this tone-clash, it reminds me of people who complained about the “slow parts” of every other superhero film, whether it’s “Captain America: Civil War,” or “Batman v Superman.” Apart from being a “Power Rangers” movie, this is also an origin story film. And for something as ridiculous as “Power Rangers,” it definitely requires a slow initiation process. To get us going on a six-movie deal, the creators will have to help casual viewers acclimate to the premise, because chances are the naysayers are the ones who skipped out on this franchise as children, and therefore missed their window of opportunity. Ironic how a movie based on a children’s property requires a mature level of patience from the audience.

As I said before, if you came into this wanting to see colored suits, martial arts, explosions and giant robots, you will get it. If you’re dragged into this film but appreciate elements like character development and chemistry, you will get that too. As someone who enjoys both, I actually would go so far as to say I loved this movie. I don’t care if I’m alone on this, but I can comfortably say that I loved the “Power Rangers” movie.


A/N: So some time ago (read: a long, long, long time ago), the ever so lovely @cupcakequeen1999 requested a sequel to Cupcakes and Diets and I happily obliged. 

The request:

Would you do a sequel where T'Challa gets hit with some sort of aphrodisiac drug while he and Black Widow are on a mission, and while Nat is trying to find cures, Peter Parker and the reader have to watch over him but T'Challa is all high and is blabbing very sexual things to his wife? Bonus points if Peter never lets them live it down!

Summary: Drugged T’Challa is very horny. And Peter is a little shit. 

Warnings: A little bit of violence, some mentions of blood and needles (for all my friends who, like me, absolutely despise those little devils). Some swearing. Also, there will be light smut and very suggestive themes. Overall, this is one big hot mess in every sense of the word. But I enjoyed writing this!


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[translation] GRAZIA 2017 September Issue - Group Interview: NCT DREAM

- Next week is your come-back, could you briefly introduce “We Young”?
Mark: This song is to my liking, it’s a song that suits our group’s colors and expresses freedom and energy. You could also tell we became more mature from the song.

- It’s been a long time, seems that everyone has been growing well.
Mark: Jisung has grown the most.

- Will the members compare heights in private?
Mark: Yes, Jisung always say he’s “a big kid now~”
Jisung: I was just kidding
Renjun: He goes to bed the latest among us, and he doesn’t drink milk. Yet he keeps growing.

- After Dream Concert, you performed on SM TOWN. How was it like to perform with your seniors?
Renjun: It’s more refreshing compared to other stages we have done. We always feel our seniors are very cool and it would be great if we can become like that too. It’s like a dream to be able to stand on the same stage to perform.
Mark: As the youngest team we have to look energetic all the time. It’s an honor to be able to stand on a big stage like this, and to be able to see our respected seniors perform at a close distance, it’s touching.

- Recently you covered Lee Seung-hwan “Dunk Shot”, any other songs you have desires to cover?
Mark: H.O.T’s Candy
Haechan: DBSK’s songs!!
Jeno: I personally have a lot of interest in NCT U’s The Seventh Sense. I practiced the choreography for this song many times with Jisung, I want to become as cool as Taeyong hyung.

- Your role model / idols?
Mark: Too many. If I have to choose one he would be Justin Bieber. As he grows, his music matures, it’s very shocking and I want to be like that too.
Jisung: Dean sunbaenim. His music is cool and nice.
Haechan: Michael Jackson. I’m forever a wanna be!
Jeno: When I was a trainee I wanted to be like Bruno Mars. When I first heard  “Marry You” I was attracted. He dances well and can compose, I’m envious.
Chenle & Renjun: There’s too many it’s difficult to just choose one. We want to learn from artists who are committed to developing in various aspects.

- Today’s photo shoot theme is “The Dreamers”, any dreams that left a deep impression on you?
Jisung: Dreams very real when you are asleep, but everything is amazingly forgotten once I wake up
Mark: When I was younger I always have fantasy-like dreams, but recently my dreams are more related to daily life, very real.
Renjun: Yesterday I dreamed of my grandfather, because he’s in China so it’s difficult to meet thus I had tears of joy. When I woke up my pillow was really wet. I video-called him, I really want to meet them soon.
Jeno: From young I always have recurring dreams. It’s a nightmare of person with a fox mask tormenting me. I had the experience of this nightmare for 3 days consecutive.
Chenle: I had a war-like dream similar to that of “The Avengers”, I felt relieved that it was just a dream.
Haechan: Recently I just fall asleep immediately (laughs). I sleep so soundly that I don’t have dreams

- How much sleep do you get on average?
Jisung: Because I don’t really nap, so I sleep a lot. When I don’t sleep I feel regretful (laughs). If I sleep a lot it’s 8 hours?
Chenle: I sleep up to 10 hours when there’s no schedule.
Jeno: The members don’t really sleep at night. Everyone is very energetic at night on the other hand, everyone snoozes a lot.

- Who sleeps the most?
Renjun: Seems to be Haechan.
Haechan: If the lights are off, I can keep sleeping.

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I Appreciate You (Peter Parker) Part 2

Summary: Peter finally has the chance to say I love you.

Warnings: Slight swearing, very fluffy, very cute.

Word Count: 1442

Requested?: Yes 

         It’s been three weeks since you finally dropped the official I love you to Peter while you thought he was sleeping. It also has been three weeks where Peter has been driving himself crazy trying to figure out when and how to tell you that he is just as in love with you. Unbeknownst to you, he heard you open up to him and wants take the next step into your relationship.

        Since he dropped by for an impromptu sleepover, Peter has been extra attentive to you. The morning after he woke up extra early to grab you breakfast from your favorite diner, serving it with a side of morning kisses and cuddles. Luckily your parent(s) slipped out early for a work shift. Throughout the rest of the weekend Peter stuck by your side, slipping out for no more than three hours at a time to attend his Spider-Man duties. Even then your superhero seems reluctant to leave. Throughout the following weeks at school, whenever you are with Peter he always manages to find some way to keep touching you. Whether it be playing footsie during class, an arm around your shoulder during lunch, or even having his hand on the small of your back when you walk together. Peter Parker could not keep his webby hands to himself!

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Celebrating the 4th of July with The Twins Would Include...


🇺🇸  Going downtown to see fireworks on the night before the 4th, wearing one of their sweatshirts, all three of you decked out in Red, White and Blue

🇺🇸  Staying up late, setting off smaller fireworks from your driveway with your parents and their parents watching, talking and catching up

🇺🇸  Taking tons of selfies and posting them on every conceivable social media platform with every relevant emoji you can think of

🇺🇸  Getting metallic star stickers and putting them at the corners of your eyes and temporary tattoos on your ankle and wrist

🇺🇸  The boys would obviously want to do this too and they’d make fun of you a little for it but they’d also think you looked great

🇺🇸  Staying up all night and sitting by the water, watching the sun set, having a bonfire and sitting close to both of them, and then watching the sun rise again on the 4th

🇺🇸  Being exhausted, but leaving at like 5 AM to go get breakfast sandwiches and coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts down the street

🇺🇸  Basically being zombies when the parade starts, but the gunshots from the old-timey rifles and the canon shots definitely wake you all up!

🇺🇸  The boys would compliment you when you changed your outfit

🇺🇸  All of you would go upstairs and take a nap together, falling asleep in front of the tv while a movie was on before waking up and going to a cook out together

🇺🇸  You’d play with your little cousins and take more pictures to commemorate the day

🇺🇸  They’d both stare a little too long at you when you all decided to cool off in the pool and you came out in your bikini

🇺🇸  You: “What?”

🇺🇸  Them: “NOTHING! 😳 ”

🇺🇸  Later on, someone would set off more fireworks from the driveway and you guys would walk down to the beach to watch the big fireworks together

🇺🇸  You’d stay out so late on the beach, watching the stars and occasional fireworks together, glad you had your best friends by your side


💥  He’d come up with cute themed nicknames for you like “his little firework”

💥  He’d insist you wear his sweatshirt with pride, noting that it was blue and matched your Red, White and Blue outfit

💥  “Actually, I just love seeing you in shorts, my hoodie and those three-stripe Adidas…is that bad?”

💥  This obviously then became your uniform over the holiday

💥  He’d hold you close whenever you watched fireworks together, lacing his fingers with yours

💥  He’d have you laughing the entire holiday weekend

💥  “Time for a rousing round of everyone’s favorite holiday mystery game: ‘Is it Fireworks or Gunshots?’!”

💥  “ETHAN.”

💥  He’d kiss you and hold you and wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close to him whenever he got the chance 

💥  “Someone’s feeling affectionate.”

💥  “Holidays are meant to be spent with ones you love, and I love you and I want you to know it.”

💥  He’d come over to your house with Red, White and Blue daisies on the morning of the 4th

💥  He and Grayson would take you to the beach for a few hours before you all went to a family party at the Dolan house

💥  Lisa and Cam would be thrilled to see you

💥  There would be a comfortable fire going in the fire pit after it got dark

💥  The boys would try to set off fireworks in the backyard

💥  One of their cousins would take a particular shine to you and everone would think it was adorable

💥  “Are you and Ethan gonna get married?!”

💥  “Maybe one day!”

💥  “I hope you do because I love you.”


🎇  He’d take tons of pictures throughout the weekend to commemorate and to show you off

🎇  You’d take a super cute kissing-sparkler picture

🎇  “Sparks flying whenever I see her 😍 ”

🎇  He would make you a tank top in red and blue tye-dye to wear

🎇  He’d want to sneak off with you to make out at the family party you were at

🎇  “I can’t help it babe, you look so beautiful and I love you.”

🎇  He’d be patient and wonderful with your family, explaining what he and Ethan do on YouTube. He’d be extremely polite to everyone in your family, which would earn everyone’s respect

🎇  You’d walk down to the carnival together and go on the ferris wheel and he’d win you a big stuffed animal no matter how long it took him

🎇  “I’m so glad you found such a nice boy, sweetie.”

🎇  The two of you would have matching coozies for your soda cans

🎇  He’d teach your little cousins how to skateboard in the street in front of the house at the party

🎇  He’d help your aunt wash dishes and talk to your uncles about various sports

🎇  You’d walk down to the park together and listen to the Army Band play the concert for the veterans

🎇  As it got darker, he’d help your uncles set up the fire pit so everyone could stay warm

🎇  The two of you would light off a small firework together and you’d kiss as your cousin snapped a perfect picture

🎇  “I’m sorry my family is so…much to handle.”

🎇  “I think they’re great, just like you.”

🎇  He’d want to watch a fireworks display, just the two of you, so he’d take you to a special spot up on a ridge where the two of you could be romantic and he would tell you how much he loved you as each firework went off

🎇  “They’re nothing compared to you.”

So I based this as if they lived near me, in Bristol, RI and I think it would be really fun to do the 4th with them! Thank you so much for requesting, anon!

anonymous asked:

when i first saw s02e08 i must admit shiros reaction was kinda off?? i mean he just watches keith fight those guys. he doesnt even move at first. id expected him to at least grip the edge of the table and lean in a bit, showing his helplessness and frustration!!! but he doesnt!!! the fuck!!!

ahh i disagree? first of all… there is… no table for him to grip onto. what would he be leaning into.

i think the problem here is that in the relationship between keith and shiro, we tend to fixate on how dedicated keith is to shiro. with good reason, too (the boy is HOPELESSLY dedicated to him). but i think something that gets overlooked is how much shiro respects keith, and how much he trusts him. if their situations had been flipped, would keith have run in to interfere with the trial guns-a-blazing? maybe. probably. but just because shiro doesn’t do the same doesn’t mean he cares any less. 

shiro’s immense respect for and trust in keith is something that’s thrown in our faces continually throughout the series, even from the very first episode. just a couple of examples: 

this one might be my favorite:

he is not happy that keith wants to do this. shiro is aware that infiltrating zarkon’s base is dangerous and that keith could be risking his life. he is visibly upset by this, but steels himself and agrees to support him because he TRUSTS keith. it’s a recurring theme. he may not like that this is what keith is doing, but the only thing he can do once keith’s made up his mind is support him. i probably sound like a broken record at this point but i can’t emphasize how much he trusts keith’s judgement and is willing to support him through it all.

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who do you like? - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Originally posted by fearlesshadow

Summary: Sometimes, you just want to eat your breakfast in peace. That includes not having your crush interrogate you about your unremarkable love life. 

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for mild swearing, kissing

“Who do you like?”

I looked up from my cereal, my next spoonful suspended in midair.

“Wha?” The sound came out muffled against my mouthful of Cap’n Crunch.

“Who do you like?” Isaac reiterated. “You know, like out of the guys.”

I narrowed my eyes in skepticism, alarmed by his sudden query.

“…why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I was just wondering.”

Isaac rhythmically tapped his fingers on the table, his other hand propping his head up. His eyes twinkled in curiosity.

I’d woken up not even ten minutes ago, barely managing to drag my groggy form out of bed. I wouldn’t have even left the warm, cushiony softness had it not been for my agonizing hunger. I just wanted some food, opting for a bowl of cereal instead of trying to assemble an actual meal. That’s the kind of simple, minimal-level effort I intended to exert this morning. And now Isaac was asking me questions and making me think. That counts as effort.

“I don’t like anyone,” I brushed off indifferently.

“Yes, you do,” Isaac rolled his eyes.

“Um, no, I don’t,” I protested.

I was lying through my teeth.

The truth is, I actually did like a boy, a rather tall boy with curly hair and soulful eyes. He was currently sitting across from me, interrogating me about other boys, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the only boy I ever thought about.

But Isaac Lahey was way too good for me and I’d accepted that fact a long time ago. I was just a human, a mere speck compared to him and all his werewolf powers and golden heart.

“I know for a fact that you like someone,” Isaac continued, still prodding into my nonexistent love life. “Why else would you have turned Aiden down last week?”

“Are you serious? The only reason Aiden even hit on me was to make Lydia jealous,” I scoffed. “They have their little games, you know?”

Isaac nodded thoughtfully. To be honest, I was surprised he even kept up with Aiden’s activities. He still hated his guts from the bike prank.

“Fine. Then what about that other guy, Marco? He asked you to prom and you said no.”

“Oh, yeah.” I chuckled. “Marco was cute.”

Isaac’s lip turned up slightly, resembling something between a grimace and a snarl. His shoulders also seemed to elevate with tension.

“If he’s so cute, then why did you reject him?” he grumbled. “Oh, I’ll tell you why. It’s because you like someone else.”

“Back up, Lahey. I rejected him because I don’t want to go to prom.”

With anyone but you, dummy.

“Well, why not? It could be fun. The theme sounds cool, Frozen and all. Plus, everyone else is going…”

“Are you going?” I interrupted, annoyed by his persistence.

Isaac frowned. “I’m not sure yet.”  

“Why not? It could be fun. The theme… something about Frozen…” I mocked, imitating him from earlier.

He grinned, shaking his head. “What, you don’t like Frozen?”

I sighed dramatically. “I can’t get into that right now.”

“Okay, then,” Isaac amusedly snorted. “So, why aren’t you going, then? Is it because you’re waiting for the guy you like to ask you instead?”

“No,” I whined. “I’m not waiting for anyone. I don’t like anyone. Besides, even if I did, they wouldn’t ask me.”

“What?” Isaac reeled back, affronted for some reason. “What are you talking about? Why not?”

“Why would they?” I mumbled quietly. However, Isaac’s werewolf hearing preceded me.

“[y/n], are you serious? You’re like the nicest person I’ve ever met,” Isaac said incredulously. Then, he looked down, following softly, “Plus, you’re really pretty.”

I choked on my cereal, feeling my cheeks turn crimson from embarrassment. Why did Isaac have to be so nice? He made it so hard to get over him.

“You don’t mean that,” I objected, flustered. “You’re just saying that because you’re my friend and you have to say it.”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t have to say anything. I don’t go around telling Lydia or Malia they’re pretty.” Isaac blushed. “And even if we weren’t friends, I’m still a guy.”


So, I notice things. We all do. You should hear some of the things the pack says about you,” Isaac huffed, his fists clenching on the tabletop.

“What?” I piped. “You guys talk about me? Ugh, what did you say?”

My heart raced with anxiety. The other guys talked about me. And around Isaac, too. They probably all complained about my being annoying and useless, or maybe they all thought I was ugly and Isaac had agreed.

“Well, Scott thinks you have great legs. He won’t shut up about your legs.” My eyes widened into saucers. Well, that was unexpected. Especially since I always thought my features paled in comparison to Allison’s.

Isaac suddenly leaned back in his chair and looked down under the table. I was confused until I realized he was staring at my bare legs.

“Hey!” I giggled, kicking his sock-covered foot. “Stop that.”

He put his hands up defensively.

“Sorry, sorry, I had to.” Isaac smirked. “Stiles agrees, by the way. Stiles also said you had a nice ass.”

My jaw dropped involuntarily. “Seriously?”

“Oh yeah. And when we train, Derek even checks you out. That guy really appreciates a pair of yoga pants,” Isaac stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh my god.”

My head dropped pathetically into folded arms. While under, I heard the scuffle of chair legs against the wooden floor. Below, I saw Isaac’s knees appear next to mine.

“I don’t know even know what to say to that,” I groaned into my elbow, turning away from him.

“You wanna know what I said?”


Isaac tapped my knee. I looked up at him, my breath catching when I realized his face was only inches away from mine.

“I told them all to stop,” he confessed. His eyes seemed bluer, more open than usual as they stared into mine.

“Why would you do that?” I whispered, not trusting my own voice. I wasn’t eager to hear him complain that he was sick of other people talking about me.

“Because,” Isaac began, using one large hand to sweep my hair over my shoulder, foiling my ploy to hide my face. “It makes me mad when they talk about you like that.”

My mouth suddenly felt really dry. His words, his touch–it was all too much. 

“Why?” I whimpered.

Isaac scooted his chair closer, gripping my knees and turning me towards him. I nervously wrung my hands together. Being this close to Isaac always made me jittery.

“Because I like you.”

I froze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked dumbly, not even trusting my senses at this point. If Isaac Lahey just said he liked me, then this was all a dream and pretty soon I would wake up, alone and frustrated.

Isaac merely chuckled, unfazed by my tactless response.

“It means I like you. It means I want us to be together.”

Fuck you, dream, you cruel bitch.

“I think this is a dream,” I blurted awkwardly. “A very vivid dream. Like, really lucid.”

Isaac leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You dream of me often?”


“Because that’d be really hot.”

I gulped. Dream Isaac was never this bold. My subconscious couldn’t have imagined this fire in his eyes even if it tried.  

“Wait, so this is real?”

“As real as it gets.”

“So… you really do like me?”

Isaac nodded. “However, you just told me you don’t like anyone, so I guess I need to try to change your mind. You know, court you, win you over, woo you…”

His words elicited a shiver that went up my spine, electrifying nerves all along my arms and legs. My body moved of its own accord, leaning in closer to Isaac.

“Oh? How are you going to do that?”

“I was thinking maybe I’d kiss you,” Isaac breathed, reaching over to cup my jaw, brushing my cheek with his thumb. He edged closer, his knees bumping into mine.

“Yeah, you could try that,” I murmured.

With that, my eyelids fluttered closed as Isaac’s pressed his lips to mine. He was soft, yet firm as he kneaded my mouth, stealing my breath as a gasp escaped me. I arched closer, tangling a fist into his curls and tugged. He moaned deeply in response, the vibrations prompting me to hum contentedly against his mouth. His lips were slightly sticky and tasted sweet from the waffles he’d consumed earlier. I couldn’t help when my tongue flicked out to absorb more of the taste, the action evoking Isaac to snake out his own.

He was so warm and so skilled, even more so that I’d imagined. I clung to his shoulder, gripping the material of his knit sweater as our tongues intermingled, teasing and tasting. Too enraptured in the kiss, I hadn’t even noticed the palm that was now rubbing my thigh, inching higher and higher.

I finally broke away, panting for air. We stared at each other as our chests heaved in unison. Isaac’s hand still rested on my thigh, mine still clasping his shoulder.

“Well, I definitely feel wooed,” I announced.

“Me too, actually.”

I laughed out loud, flushing at his compliment.

“Thanks for the support,” I joked. I looked down at his hand on my thigh and absentmindedly brushed my fingers along the back.

“Anytime.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I giggled in response and tangled my fingers with his.

“Oh crap, I almost forgot!”

I looked up at him, brows furrowed in confusion.


Sitting up straight, he took my hand in both of his. He exhaled slowly and grinned mischievously. 

“Will you go to prom with me?”

I blinked, dumbfounded by his sudden proposition. Damn, all of this before 9 a.m.

“Isaac, I’d literally go anywhere with you.”

His grin disappeared, mouth parting slightly.

“Wow. I… yeah, same,” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, that’s a yes, then?”

I beamed at him. All I’d wanted from this day was a bowl of cereal, and I somehow ended up with the boy of my dreams. I’m so glad I slept for ten hours and woke up starving because I wouldn’t have come down for breakfast otherwise.

I grabbed the sides of Isaac’s face and tugged him forward, connecting his lips to mine. Pulling away, I rested my forehead against his, giddy and satisfied.

“It’s a yes.”

Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

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Can You Feel It? (pt 1/2) [M]

Summary: Yeo One is your true enemy. He tries to take over your student council duties daily. He’s always flaunting his popularity. He always has something smart ass to say to you or about you. So what happens when you find him tied up in the classroom after hours? You can do anything to him that you want. Revenge might feel great, but who would have the last word?

Warnings: Bondage, orgasm denial, various kinks, exhibitionism, all sorts of lechery. It’s all in good fun, though.

Note: Extremely dirty. I would like to apologize for writing this in advance. OTL Read at your own risk. I know Changgu would never be a jerk like this but wouldn’t it be fun if he was? Also, I know nothing about Student Council so I just made everything up! Hooray!

As I walked into the classroom on Friday morning I saw the usual sight. Changgu hadn’t picked up the materials for today’s class and instead he was sitting at his desk with his friends surrounding him, talking animatedly and laughing. No doubt he was telling fantastic stories about his latest date.

I shoved my way through the throng of overly tall boys who were his friends. “Changgu, did you get the homeroom materials for today?”

Changgu sighed at having his story interrupted. He looked at me dismissively, straightening his tie. “Can’t you do it?”

“Why would I do it? It’s your job, not mine.”

“But I’m busy right now,” he said, having the nerve to give me his stupid aegyo face – the one with the big innocent eyes and puffy baby cheeks. “Can’t you do it?”

He always does this. He expects to get away with everything. He’s always shirking his duties as Vice President simply because he is hot and popular and everyone likes him. If he thinks the same childish act he uses on other girls will work on me, he can think again.

“I have to prepare for the student council meeting. I have things to do right now. So you go do it. Also, I need the agenda for today’s Student Council meeting,” I said, sticking my hand out.

He’d better have done it or I swear to God. The school festival starts next week and I have too many things to do. Not to mention my own VP will be no help at all.

“Uh….” He said, scratching his ear and looking around guiltily.

All his friends began to snicker, knowing that he hadn’t done it and that I would get angry, as I always did.

“Did you not do it? Again?!” I cried. “How hard is it, Changgu?”

“I just got busy last night. I had a date with a very hot girl. I mean you should have seen her. I was just in the middle of telling everyone about it, but then you ruined it,” he told me, frowning dramatically.

“How can you say something like that with a straight face?” I questioned.

“Come on, you’re a straight A student, it’s nothing for you to write up the agenda right quick,” said E Dawn. “Right?”

I stared at him so coldly it made him visibly wither. I pointed a finger to Changgu. “This jerk right here is a straight A student too! And even if he wasn’t, he should do the things he’s responsible for, right?”

Everyone began to sigh and go back to their seats, complaining that I killed the fun and ruined their joy, calling me a killjoy and a warden. Changgu fake coughed into his hand while saying the word “Buzzkill!”

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Quartet Night Live Evolution Pamphlet Interview Translation

I’ve seen some of the scans of the photos going around but nothing about the interview part and as a QN trash i am, here i am translating it!

But first let me translate what these seiyuus wrote on their respective sign
Morikubo Showtaro: Tonight for sure, EVOLUTION!!
Suzuki Tatsuhisa: For everyone’s sake
Aoi Shouta: From now on, forever
Maeno Tomoaki: We are Quartet Night!

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Comfort Series - Shower

shawn mendes x reader

request: Hi so I was thinking maybe you could do a series o of something like this, the two I came up with were showering with Shawn + sleeping with Shawn. Not in a sexual way at all, but in a way about the simple little things just to comfort someone. I thought of this from “talk me down” by Troye Sivan, so like just being in the presence of the one you love to calm you down. I feel like dating Shawn would consist of that a lot with how crazy things get for him

Author’s Note: this was not edited for spell-check or any grammatical errors, so I apologize if there are any

I slowly started to gain consciousness as rays of sunlight seeped through my eyelids. My pupils dilated as I squinted in disdain. I let out a little groan as I stretched for a moment, before curling in a ball back under the covers. I moved my legs around under the covers, trying to get comfortable again until I had accidentally kicked something. I immediately froze as I heard a groan next to me.

“Ow.” Shawn spoke in a groggy tone

“Sorry.” I whispered, straightening my body while staring up at the ceiling. Shawn moved around and sat up. He leaned his head on the headboard before he sighed.

“Are you going anywhere today?” He peered down at me in curiosity, his head turned slightly as he raised a brow.

“No, are you?” I breathed, rubbing my eyes.

“No.” Shawn replied

We fell into a calm silence. Something we usually did, although it wasn’t awkward. My ears perked as I heard the subtle sound of birds chirping in the backyard. I pushed the covers off my body as I walked towards the bedroom balcony. I opened the double doors and I was fanned with a wave of warm air and sunlight. I walked out into the balcony and leaned over the railing. I looked out into the backyard in admiration. I was shocked that we had kept it this beautiful for this long. Our flowers were blooming gracefully and the trees stood tall. I breathed in the fresh air before turning my attention towards the sound of strumming. I looked into the bedroom through the balcony door and saw Shawn reaching for his guitar. He sat back on the bed and started to play. Even though he was just messing around with the chords, it sounded beautiful.

“Sounds good, Shawn.” I called from the balcony

“Thanks!” He called back.

I walked back towards the bedroom as I closed the balcony door behind me. I sat back on the bed as I watched Shawn. He was always so focused when he played. Shawn glanced up at me and I looked away.

“I’m just trying to figure out a melody for something new,” Shawn spoke “maybe even some lyrics.” Shawn added

“Well if you ever need any inspiration, you’ve got a gorgeous girlfriend sitting right in front of you.” I joked as I posed dramatically on the bed.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Shawn grinned as he put his guitar down on the bed. I laid my head on Shawn’s lap and closed my eyes. Shawn caressed his hands on my cheek with soft strokes.

“I have to shower” I remembered. Shawn removed his hands from my face and smirked down at me

“Me too.” he replied. I looked up at him and caught on to the cheeky look he was sending me.

“No, Shawn. I actually have to shower.” I spoke.

“Fine, but we’re still showering together.” He confirmed.

“Whatever, Shawn!” I spoke before I walked into the bathroom.

As I walked into the black and white themed bathroom, I immediately took notice of how cold it was. The atmosphere was quiet and the room had an echo, it was almost as if I was stepping into an alternate reality. I guess that was a downside of having a huge bathroom. I walked over to the double sinks and approached mine as I started to brush my teeth. Once I had rinsed out the toothpaste and washed my face, I turned towards the large glass shower and slid the door open. The water fell as I held the metal knobs in my hand, trying to find the perfect balance between hot and cold. The tiled-floor was chilly as I turned on the water. I stood under the hot water as I waited for Shawn. I felt a rush of cool air when Shawn entered the shower. The cold air and the hot water had caused the shower glass to fog. I reached up to grab the soap as I began to lather my body, Shawn did the same as we stood in silence for a moment.

“What are we going to do today?” Shawn asked

“I don’t know. I was thinking we could just stay inside or something. Why? Do you have something in mind?” I questioned, getting ready to wash my hair

“Well, I was thinking we could do something spontaneous” Shawn expressed.

“Shawn, what has gotten into you? First the picnic and now secret spontaneity?” I teased. I lathered the coconut shampoo into my scalp as I fluttered my eyes closed.

“Well, I have been feeling a bit adventurous.” Shawn smiled, rubbing the loofa on his arms

“Tell me, adventure boy, what spontaneity have you planned for us today?”

“Well, I was thinking we could just hang out together, like the whole day. Just me and you. It’s been awhile since we’ve done that.”

“That’s your super secret spontaneity?” I questioned

“Okay, maybe I lied about that, but it was only to get your attention.  I just wanna spend time with you” He admitted. I rinsed the soap off of my body and out of my hair.

“Okay, we can do that. I’ve also been wanting to binge watch a few shows with you.” I added

“Good. We can make some snacks and watch Netflix the whole day.” Shawn planned.

“It’s a date.” I teased, moving out of the way so Shawn could get under the shower head.

“Have I ever written a song about you?” Shawn asked abruptly

“Hopefully not. That one line about me not being drop dead gorgeous in “Like This” was a huge hit to my ego.” I joked, pretending to hold my chest in pain

“Then I’ll write a song about you. A song about how much I love you.” Shawn beamed while holding my hands in his

I leaned into him as he held me in a warm hug. The room was quiet, the only sound was the water pelting down gently on our skin. I could feel his chest moving up and down as he breathed softly. I could stay like this forever if I had the chance. Just me and Shawn, alone. Bathing in the glory of our youthful love. He held me there until the water went cold. But we didn’t notice.

Although it was just a shower, we always seemed to find joy in the littlest of things. 

That’s how it’ll always be.


Caught In a Dream

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre; angst, implied smut

Word count; 1.2k

Warnings; cheating, mild sexual themes, extreme freaking angst…get ready

A/N hello everyone! this is my first time writing on tumblr and I hope that everyone will like the content I post on here! now please enjoy this really crappy piece of writing that I will continue later on

Jeon JungKook.

That name is all but too familiar for your liking. Everywhere you go, the name, “Jeon Jungkook” is chanted like a prayer; all under his religion.

Everyone adores him like some god from a Greek myth or a celebrity from an action movie. But in reality, he’s just a normal college student going for a degree in computer science at Seoul National.

You hated every single thing about Jeon Jungkook- from the way he talks to the way he walks. You hated how he’d always kiss up to a teacher to get an extra day to finish an essay or how he’d always ask you for help on the simplest  things like cooking rice or how to turn on the heater. You also hated that you were titled one of his best friends.


Because you were in love with the boy that is suppose to be your best friend. Jeon JungKook, your childhood best friend is now someone you force yourself to hate - someone you always downgrade in your mind to trick yourself that you weren’t love with him. That you were in love with your best friend.

But what does that do? You always end up falling for his bunny smile, his built physique, his round doe eyes and his soothing voice all over again. Everything about Jungkook bothered you in both good and bad, if that made any sense. You hated his bunny smile because it made him look like a child. But at the same time, you loved his bunny smile because he looked so innocent. Like someone without a single care in the world.

You could never confess to him what you’re feelings, though. JungKook is a taken man. A man taken by none other than your other best friend, and childhood friend. Hyun ShiYoung. ShiYoung, Jungkook and you were always together throughout your lives. You were all born the same year and had houses right next door from one another, your’s being in the middle of the three. The three of you grew up together, going to one another’s houses on a daily basis or walking to the park that was a few blocks away from where you lived.

Back when you were children, you didn’t have to think about finances, feelings, falling in love, school or even getting hurt. Because you knew that there would always be someone looking after you, someone protecting you. Now, you were all on your own. Thinking back to the times where you were so carefree and innocent made a frown come across your face.

“Why the frown, (Y/N)?” your seat mate asked as he look up from his computer.

You snapped back to reality when you heard his soft voice echo in your mind. Ah, you were in school.

“Nothing, Jimin,” you answered, a weak smile spread across your lips. You shouldn’t be thinking about this now.

“Alright. Just tell me if something’s wrong ok?”

“Mhm. Thank you,” you smiled. Your head then turned back to your computer, trying to figure out how the page you were writing for your paper would link to the thesis you were given. You were a law student, studying at Seoul National, same as JungKook and ShiYoung.

You were midway into a sentence when the professor announced the end of the period, telling you to leave his class in an orderly manner.

“Like that was going to happen.” You inwardly told the professor, knowing how  the students in this class were suffering as much as you were, trying to get the year over with. Looking around, you saw students practically running out the door of the class, some even tripping over themselves from walking too fast.

Gathering your things, you put your belongings into your bag as you looked for ShiYoung at the door. She always waited for you after this period, knowing that her professor always lets her class out 5 minutes earlier than your professor. When you saw her smiling face, you sighed as you quickly paced down the steps from where your seat was.

“(Y/N)! You take forever, hurry up! He’s probably already in his car waiting for us!” ShiYoung exclaimed, dragging your wrist the parking lot of the school.

“I still don’t know why I have to come with you guys. I’m just going to third-wheel your date,” you huffed as the two of you continued to walk quickly, approaching a black Mercedes C-350 that was parked with the engine on, waiting for the two of you to enter.

Immediately, you walked to the right side of the car, sliding into the backseat, while ShiYoung took her spot in the front passenger seat next to her boyfriend as they shared a peck on the lips as a greeting.

“Sorry we’re late, (Y/N) here was being a turtle again,” ShiYoung joked as her boyfriend start d driving toward the theater.

“It’s fine. I was only in here for about five minutes anyway,” he smiled, looking back at you through the rear-view mirror. “Thanks for coming with us (Y/N). The three of us haven’t hung out together much after ShiYoung and I started dating.”

“Anytime. You guys are my best friends after all,” you forced a smile to the boy.

“Kookie-ah, what movie are we watching?” ShiYoung looked at her boyfriend lovingly, grabbing onto his hand that was placed on his side.

“(Y/N) gets to pick this one. We picked the last two times already.”

“It’s fine if you guys want to pick! I’m cool with anything,” you said, not caring much about the movie.

“Okay. How about Iron Man? They’re playing reruns of them at the theater we’re going to,” JungKook smiled his bunny smile at ShiYoung, hoping she’d give in. You never really thought about how much Jungkook loved the Iron Man movies until you saw him have a whole collection of action figures.

“JungKook, we saw Iron Man last week for date-night. Can we watch that new melodrama movie that came out yesterday? It looks really interesting and (Y/N) said she wanted to see it too, right (Y/N)?” ShiYoung asked, looking back you with a smile on her face.

“Huh? Oh yeah, that one. Sure, I guess it seemed cool in the trailers,” you answered looking up from your phone.

“Alright then, it’s settled!” JungKook beams.

Throughout the movie, all the two of them would do was make-out and giggle to each other. That made you feel like an absolute third-wheel. Halfway through the movie, you excused yourself to the bathroom after the two of them stopped making out for a good five minutes.

 Instead of turning to the bathroom, though, you headed straight to the exit, because what you hated most was that you were head over heels in love with your best friend who was in a relationship with another one of your best friends. And that hurts.

A few weeks after the movie with JungKook and ShiYoung, you were on your couch in your apartment, FaceTiming your friend from high school back in Busan.

“How’s school going down there for you?” you asked JiHoon as he settled down into his chair with a cup of coffee.

“It’s been ok. Bet the schools up there are better though. Busan is still the same as always, which is good, I guess.” JiHoon wasn’t always the man of change. He liked everything staying the same, which is why he is currently still in Busan, studying for a literature degree.

“That’s good. How’s your music going? Still writing lyrics?” you asked, earning a bright smile from him. He always loved talking about music. Music has always been his passion and has always been his dream. But instead of taking a music course and going for an entertainment major, he took up the literature major since he thought he wouldn’t need the music major later on.

“It’s been going great actually! I’ve been working on a song for this one girl I really like. She works at that coffee shop the four of us used to go to after-school all the time,” JiHoon smiles as he thinks about her. JiHoon never tends to take interest in dating and relationships but seeing him happy makes you happy.

“That’s really great! I’m glad you’re happy,” you smile at him as you take a sip of your now-cold coffee that’s been sitting on your small coffee table for the past two hours. “Does she know about your alias, Mr. Woozi?” you joked as he blushed a light shade of pink. He thought up of that alias when he was just 15- when he first started writing music.

“Not yet. Not many people even know that Woozi is me, yet everyone knows who the infamous "Woozi” is. It’s comforting to see people liking my music,“ he smiles. You loved the dedication he put into his music and the meaning of every single song he’s ever written.

"You seem to like the girl! You should make a move before it’s too late.” The encouragement in your voice makes you think to yourself. If you’ve made a move before JungKook and ShiYoung became an item, would you be here now, or would you be wrapped up tightly in JungKook’s arms as the afternoon seeped in?

“(Y/N-ah. Earth to (Y/N)?” JiHoon snapped at the camera of his laptop, bringing you back from your train of what-if’s.

“Yeah? Oh sorry, I blanked.”

“Thinking about him?” JiHoon was the only person beside yourself to know about this crush you’ve had on JungKook for the past four years.

“Yeah, just a brief thought,” you said weakly, taking another sip of your cold coffee. You really needed to heat this up.

“Just tell the him. You’ve been in love with JungKook for four years. Four fucking years, (Y/N). That’s a long time,” he mumbled, writing something down in his notebook.

“I don’t want to ruin anything…”
Oh you’re definitely going to ruin something. You were pinned up against the wall of a frat party. Pinned by JungKook, ShiYoung nowhere in sight.

“JungKook, w-what are you doing?” you asked, barely able to meet his eyes properly. This is wrong. Something’s wrong. JungKook would never do something like this because he is always, always right.

“Don’t act all innocent, ShiYoung. I saw how you were staring bullets into my back over there. Don’t you think it’s weird for my own girlfriend to not approach me at a frat party?” JungKook asked, his voice slurred, evidence of too much alcohol consumption.

Your eyes widen when you hear her name slip out of his mouth. Was he that drunk to not realize you weren’t ShiYoung? Slowly, you looked up at him, eyes widening when you see him biting his lip, making them red and swollen.

“JungKook-ah, get yourself toge-” you were cut off when his lips crashed roughly onto yours, making you gasp. This wasn’t right, you should push him off, slap him, make him realize he’s with you and not ShiYoung. But you didn’t. You let him kiss you like there was no tomorrow. You let him kiss you like he was actually yours and not her’s.

As the two of you pulled away for air, you looked up into his eyes, filled with lust and desire. No, you told yourself. No, walk away. Run away. Do something to stop him from making a mistake. Stop yourself from making a mistake.

But before you could’ve done anything, his lips crashed back onto yours, but this time, twice as rough and filled with more lust. You were fucked.

 The two of you somehow managed to make it to the second floor, squeezing through many, many other couples passionately kissing on your way up the stairs. Both of you stumbling into an empty room, JungKook didn’t bother locking the door.

“I love you so much,” JungKook mumbled into your neck. You felt a wave of hope that he was talking about you and not ShiYoung but you knew he wasn’t. She was always on his mind. She was always there.

 You let out a whimper as JungKook nibbled at the nape of your neck, surely making a mark and marking you his own, though you knew you weren’t. He started moving his lips down, leaving butterfly kisses along the way down to your collarbone. You let out a gasp as he sucked on a specific spot, making chills run up your spine.

“Only you could make me feel this way, ShiYoung-ah. Oh baby girl, you make me so horny, wearing such a skimpy dress like this. I want to fuck you so hard,” JungKook sighed as he unzipped the back of your dress. “Only you, ShiYoung,” he sighed again as he slammed you into the wall.

Your heart shattered after hearing those words slip out of his lips. This was the moment you were waiting for, though. For the past four years of being in love with him, you’ve always dreamed of this moment. The moment where he would tell you he loved you. The moment where he would leave love marks on you. But all of this was wrong.

“What’s wrong baby girl? You look upset,” JungKook looks at you with concern.

“Nothing, Kookie-ah. Continue, please,” you begged.

That was probably the biggest mistake you’d ever make in your life.

zen-harunyandere  asked:

Hey can I req rfa + v saeran, like abt when it's halloween time, what would theydo or wearing what kind of costumes with mc? I need fluffs ❤


If you’re on mobile, I’m really sorry for the shitty picture quality

my photoshop skills are the real horror on Halloween night



  • Yoosung wants to prove his manliness to you on Halloween
  • He has this whole plan thought out
  • It goes like this:
  • Yoosung is an attractive police officer
  • You’ll be looking illegally fine
  • He’ll arrest you
  • “You’ve been a bad girl.”
  • Handcuffs
  • kinky stuff, basically
  • Seven helped him plan it out
  • He tells you to dress up nicely
  • but you already new of his plans
  • you want me to be your criminal?
  • Oh I’ll be one all right
  • Yoosung’s standing by the door, looking suave as fuck in his police officer
  • No really, those pants hug his tush just right and it’s
  • 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit  
  • “Wow Yoosung, you look good!” your voice comes the other side of the room
  • He smirks at himself in the mirror
  • Okay Yoosung, you can do this! he says to himself, turning towards you
  • “Hey MC, I’ll have to- eh?”
  • He watches your sidle up to him, wearing one of those hideous orange prison jumpsuits
  • “Yeah?”
  • “Um, what…what are you wearing?”
  • “Come on, you’re an officer of the law yet you can’t even tell an inmate from the rest of the population?”
  • Yoosung tears up a lil
  • Dang it what am I supposed to do know?
  • “But officer, you never told me was I was imprisoned for,” you say with a wink
  • “Ah!” he coughs, “y-your looks are too sinful, it’s illegal!”
  • Wait no that’s not what it was
  • You just giggle and tug on his arm
  • “Well I’ve also just broken out of jail…I guess it’s your job to bring me back?”
  • Yoosung thought he was ready for this
  • He wasn’t
  • “H-how about we go outside for now?” he squeaks, and pulls you along.
  • Even after you spend hours looking at Halloween decorations and buying various pumpkin-themed snacks in the cool autumn breeze, his face still remains a stubborn shade of obnoxious red


  • all you need to know is that he lost a bet 
  • Conditions: he has to dress up as a fairy princess and walk around throwing petals and glitter everywhere on Halloween night
  • Duration of time: 3 hours
  • Zen:
  • he’s a p r o          
  • some of his fans see him on the street, but they don’t believe it’s actually him
  • until pictures are leaked
  • by who you ask?
  • lolololololol (⌐▨_▨) lolololololol
  • he gets twice the amount of role offers, mostly being for dress-wearing characters
  • He refuses to leave the house for the rest of the week
  • Because if he does
  • “Momma look! It’s fairy Zen!”


  • She wants to advertise the cafe on Halloween night
  • “Isn’t it a good idea MC? There will be a lot of people around, and if they see us wearing our mascot, then we’ll get more customers for sure!”
  • “Ok but Jaehee we don’t have a mascot?”
  • Emergency Meeting Commenced
  • Topic: is a simple coffee cup good enough to become a mascot?
  • It doesn’t matter we’re doing it anyways
  • Halloween comes around, and you receive your custom costume order
  • They’re big
  • And hot
  • Luckily the weather outside is cool ,otherwise you’re pretty sure you would have had a heat stroke
  • But look at you two
  • You’re just two giant coffee mugs waddling around outside
  • You almost knock over several children
  • hey Jaehee change of plans let’s go people bowling instead
  • Jaehee tries to talk to them, but ah they’re running away
  • A coffee cup spoke to me!
  • What was that the voice of the abyss?
  • You don’t get that many extra customers afterwards, but you do get a whole bunch of complaints
  • Most of them being how their children swear they saw a grotesque specter outside your door
  • And how you should consider getting your cafe exorcised


  • His company is throwing a Halloween party, and of course, everyone has to come in costume
  • Jumin actually doesn’t care about Halloween
  • “What is this commoner practice? You celebrate the dead by pillaging houses for sweets?”
  • not pillaging Jumin
  • though that means
  • all the planning is up to you
  • MC should not hold so much power
  • yeah, you could dress both of you up as a Count and Countess, something cool and edgy 
  • just imagine how handsome Jumin would look???
  • but w a i t
  • you have a better idea
  • animAL ONESIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • no cats though
  • you both love cats, but halloween is a time to explore the depths of the universe and try out new things
  • and ya just

  • You’re wearing a matching blue unicorn onesies, and together you guys enter the party
  • holy hell is it a good thing that the press isn’t there
  • “Jumin Han Does Gay!” would’ve been their headline for the rest of the year
  • but shit does the man look fine
  • next time you get down and funky, you make him wear it again


  • we all know he has a gazillion outfits
  • and it’s not physically possible for him to choose only one for Halloween
  • why not just wear all of them at once?
  • after a few hours in his room, refusing any help, he squeezes out of the doorway and waddles over to you 
  • #sevenwhatthefuck
  • He looks like he’s wearing one of those blow up sumo suits, except without the nipples
  • or like without anything that makes the suit look like a sumo wrestler except it’s largeness
  • he’s like
  • a giant meatball
  • of clothes
  • the costumes that had stopped fitting after the nth layer, he had tied all together and draped across himself like a scarf
  • “I’m ready for some trick or treating!”
  • you flick him lightly on the forehead and he just kinda flops backwards and rolls away
  • “Now I don’t even have to wear heelies to escape the feelies.”
  • Seven adamantly refuses to change or rather remove about 50 layers, so you successfully manage to frighten away all of the children while you go around collecting your candy taxes
  • no waiting in line yo
  • after some time, Seven is too tired to walk, so you push him back to his house like some humanoid dung bettle, and you spend  the rest of the night playing games and getting cavities
  • Saeyoung still refuses to take off his costumes


  • He’s already a Halloween costume lmao
  • Bean’s got the dramatic eyeliner, the hair, the look
  • “What do you mean dress up?  No thanks I’m fine like this.”
  • So he’s just wearing his bomb-ass jacket and leather choker again
  • Nonetheless, you choose to dress up as a maid
  • oh my
  • “Saeran why is your face so red?”
  • “I-I used too much blush.”
  • You don’t go trick or treating, instead you find a local Halloween festival where they do all kinds of activities
  • Loves apple bobbing
  • He’s real good with his mouth
  • But he doesn’t like it how you just stand there, so
  • “You’re my maid, why don’t you do it for me?”
  • “Yes Master.”
  • *chokes on his apple*
  • You check out the ice cream stall which serves special ice cream only on that day, and you’re pretty sure Saeran single-handedly eats most of the 4 buckets they have
  • But next year, Saeran lets you choose his costume
  • you’ve had this on your mind for years
  • you were born for this day
  • Saeyoung loves it
  • But Saeran never lets you choose his costume ever again


  • the both of you want to have a stroll around town on Halloween night
  • but 
  • costumes?
  • the guy can’t see
  • doesn’t know what you make him wear???
  • you tell him he’s dressed as Zorro, which is why ‘his face is surrounded by cloth’
  • He’s actually

  • he thinks he’s a hero, but he’s really just a sunflower 
  • meanwhile you take on the appearance of a gardener because ‘this is my one and only flower that I will never let wither’ 
  • V thinks all the comments about “how cute!” are directed at you, so he smiles a bit and he’s a tol smiling sunflower with sunglasses prowling thru the streets on Halloween night
  • nobody tries to scare either of you because either they think about how darn precious he looks or how the way he looms over people with his face surrounded by bright yellow petals is rather ominous
  • the stuff of nightmares, really 
  • but he’s the most succulent of succulents and you feel safe with this happy flower walking around with you
  • ‘tis truly a blessed evening with your blind plant man
Children and Sonic

I remember once reading that, “Kids now-a-days just don’t like Sonic. A lot don’t even know about him.” Boy did that make me mad because they couldn’t be more wrong! 

I am in college getting my degree in Early Childhood Education so I have to go out to various schools to direct teach and observe. Well on the back on my folder I drew a big picture of Sonic. Do you know how many kids go, “That’s Sonic! My dad and I play his games!” or “I can draw Sonic too!” Because let me tell you, in every classroom there is at least one child who points it out.

One time I entered a kindergarten classroom and a kid noticed it which caused the whole class to start talking all at once how they had either played Sonic, watched the show, or seen the movie (the movie one surprised me honestly). I felt so bad for the teacher trying to calm them all down.

But one occasion topped all others. I was walking down one of the school’s hallways and on the bulletin board outside the 4th grade classroom I had to go in, is this picture of Sonic that read, “Sonic Says that the real superpower is teamwork.” My jaw dropped to say the least. I entered the classroom and on one of the walls is a fan art drawing of Sonic with a red cape. Long story short, the teacher’s daughter (who was in the class) LOVES Sonic. The teacher told me she has had a Sonic themed birthday party for the last several years and then laughed saying she would get out of the Sonic phase one day. I smiled and then told her how I am a huge Sonic fan who collects the comics and plays the video games. The look on her face was priceless.

“Then maybe she won’t get out of that phase.”

I laughed and replied, “Maybe, maybe not. But Sonic is a good thing to like.”

Later, right before I left, the teacher started talking to her daughter, “You know our guest, Miss Sam? Guess what, she’s in college and she likes Sonic too.”

The girls face lit up and she began talking to me about how she has loved Sonic since she was five and that her birthday was coming up and it would be Sonic themed. She also told me she could draw all the characters.  It made my day.

So yeah, I don’t know what rock that person crawled out from, but Sonic is still cool and known to a lot of children.


June’s Featured Game: Living Playground: The Witch’s Puppets

GENRE: Supernatural, Puzzle
WARNINGS:   Both implied and shown violence to the children, Emotional abuse, Blood
SUMMARY: With what starts as a simple day at the park, siblings Tony, Pablo, and Octavio are once again caught up in a series of strange circumstances such as strange pocket dimensions, coordinated monsters, and more geese than anyone could ever want to see in their lives. Stranded with them are Haze and Seal, two witches who seem to be connected with whatever nonsense is going down. As witches tend to be.In the simplest of terms, this game is about friendship and relating to others, both the good and the bad. With an unfortunate focus on the bad. It will be mostly straightforward with only one ending. 

Download the demo here!

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

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anonymous asked:

So here is my request: on a hero day Michael refuses to take off his jacket the heat gets to him which makes him start to throw up from the heat stroke I think(?) and Jeremy gets super worried and is like whY MICHAEL -ear

Here you go!! I hope this is what you wanted?? It’s kinda sucky// also can anyone tell me how to do read more on mobile??

Anyway here it is!!

It was hot. Unbelievably so. It was so hot that you couldn’t help but remember the humans were nonchalantly killing the earth everyday, because this was some Global Warming type heat. Everyone was pretty much dying. You’d either be at the beach, eating ice cream, sitting on an AC, or complaining all day. Michael had hidden himself in his basement, laying on the floor in nothing but a tank top and his boxers. He was sweating up a storm, convinced that death was coming and this was the end. He groaned, too hot to game, or smoke, or do anything really. His phone lit up, playing the Luigi’s Mansion theme, he instantly knew it was Jeremy and picked up.

“Yah…?” He sounded awful, but to be honest Jeremy probably did too. The poor kid was so pale that he could get a sun burn just from looking at the sun.

“Hey man! It’s Jeremy-”

“No shit man, who else would call me.”

“Ok so the heats gotten to you, that’s cool no big. But are you still up to picking me up? It’s ok if you’re not I mean- it’s ok cause I- cause I know you’re probably too tired. Everyone is so- hnng yknow??”

Michale’s eyes widened. Shit. He was supposed to pick up Jeremy from a date with Christine in 20 minuets, and here he was laying in his boxers.

“Yeah! Yeah no problem Jere, I’ll be over soon.”

Jeremy let out a sigh, just from that Michael knew he was planning on walking if he bailed. “Thanks man, you’re the best.”

“Anything for my player one” shit, he shouldn’t say stuff like that- he was dating Christine and-

“Haha yeah..see ya soon”

Michael stood up and started to get decent. The second he got out of the basement he groaned. It was so much hotter up here and he hadn’t even gone outside yet. He fixed his hair quickly, and went to grab a pair of shorts and a tank. But…he found his closet empty. All he had was his jeans, a tee shirt and hoodie which were still laying in the bathroom.

“Mother of All That Is Sucky.”

Dragging his feet into the living room, he found his mom over the washing machine.


“Hmm??” She didn’t look up

“Did you wash my clothes already..? I need to go out real quick.”

“Yes, they’re in the wash right now. Sorry…”

Michael could deal with that, he’d just wear a tee shirt with jeans. He’d be a little hot but-suddenly he realized something, a sense of dread washing over him. He had to physically bite his tongue as he asked his mom a vital question.

“Mami…did you wash my gray sports bra” his binder.

“Yes why?? I know that’s your favorite but-”

“Nothing.” He turned around and dashed away “Nothing at all!!”

He stared at the clothes on his bathroom floor and sighed. There was nothing he could do really. There was no way he’d go without his binder, it was the only one he had too. He checked the time…he has to pick up Jeremy in 10 minutes. He sighed and put on all the clothes, including the hoodie. He yelled goodbye to his mom and hopped into his car.

The car ride was even worse. He had an old, used car. Recently the AC had broken, and so had the windows. Michael found himself leaning over as he drove, sweat dripping down his neck uncomfortably. He had to breath through his mouth, panting as he suffocated in the car. He felt like he was really about to die. His heart raced almost painfully, shaking his whole body. In the mirror he could his face was bright red, his hair no longer stuck up. It plastered against his forehead and puffed up from the humidity. He focused the best he could on driving, but all he could think was “hot hot hot”. His jeans stuck to his legs, his jacket felt like a physical oven. He almost didn’t notice that he’d pulled into Christine’s driveway.

As though he were waiting, Jeremy ran outside, waving goodbye to Christine. Jeremy looked pretty cute, the boy was wearing shorts and a loose tank top. The pac-man tattoo on his arm was clear as day, he wasn’t sunburnt surprisingly, he must have spent the whole day inside with Christine. Probably..doing couple stuff Michael thought sadly. The second Jeremy made eye contact with him, his smiled widely like the skinny dork he was and waved. Michael gave a small uncomfortable smile and groggily moved to unlock the door. God he felt like his skin was static, his cheeks and hands tingled, simple tasks felt difficult to do. Jeremy opened the door and yelled a strange noise when he felt the excessive rush of heat hit him.

“HoLY crap!! Michael it’s like…like death in here!!”

Michael wiped some sweat off of his face, trying to keep his breathing steady in front of Jeremy. “Yeah I’m sorry…AC’s broken. I got some water in the back though if you wanna grab some.”

Jeremy nodded and closed the door, reaching over to grab a water as Michael started the car again.

He heard the bottle cap twist, “Mikey…buddy I love you but why are you wearing that? It’s way to hot in here it’s gotta be over 100 degrees!”

“My uh…” he cleared his throat, he would have flushed in embarrassment if he didn’t already have all his blood in his cheeks, “my mom put my binder in the wash.”



Michael felt completely strange, the sides of his vision filled up with black spots, no matter how much he blinked the wouldn’t go away. He didn’t need to regulate his breathing either, he was oddly relaxed, his breathing slow. His stomach though…he felt like there was a rock sitting in it, which didn’t help his dizzy feeling. He was probably swaying, he knew that. He couldn’t hide this, not when his mouth tingled and tasted strange. Like…his mouth tasted fuzzy? Did that even make sense? He didn’t even care about how far gone he was at this point with how garbage he felt.

“Dude you are really sweating…like crazy. You should drink a water too..”

“Yeah that’s fine…just pass me one?”

Jeremy nodded and already handing him one as though he were prepared. He sounded pretty worried, in the back of his mind Michael knew he should reassure him. But they were at a red light and all he could think about was chugging the water.

“Michael no offense but you look like shit. Maybe we should get out the car and relax for a bit? Let the car air out?” Michael’s extremely pale face was starting to concern him, his fingers shook as he gripped the wheel, and Jeremy had never seen Michael so red.

“No..its fine, really we’re almost there.” The light turned green. Michael kept driving.

“Dude I really think that you should pull over. You…you really don’t look good.”

Michael shook his head, that rock in his stomach had grown in size. It was all he could think about. He barely even spoke when he said “how was Christine’s”

“What? Dude that doesn’t-”

Jeremy was cut off to let out a very girlish scream when Michael suddenly swerved to the side of the road, nearly hitting a truck.

“Michael what are you-?!”

Michael got out the car, and quite literally through himself to the ground, so out of it that he couldn’t even cringe as his knees his the pavement. His vision went mostly black before fading back in, and that’s when Jeremy started to hear him gagging.

“Oh shit-”

Michael continued to throw up the water and Doritos he’d had today onto the grass in front of the side walk. Jeremy got out the car, placing a hand on Michale’s back and rubbing it.

“Shit Michael are you- are you sick? Do-do you- shit what do I do?”

Michael couldn’t answer, unable to stop the painful dry heaves that wracked his body. All he could make out was Jeremy saying “shit” every now and then. When he finally stopped throwing up Jeremy held a water bottle up to him. Michael shook his head weakly, not even able to speak.

“Michael ? Come on man you gotta drink after all…all that” Jeremy tried his best to not look, they didn’t need two people throwing up. “…please?”

But again Michael shook his head, his breathing excessively slow and calm to the point of being scary.
“Jeremy I- dude I’m gonna pass out…”

At that Jeremy felt his heart jump. “What?!” If he wasn’t scared before, he was horrified now. He put a hand to Michael’s face and nearly screamed.

“Oh my god! Michael you’re burning up!”

Michael simply blinked sluggishly as a response, Jeremy didn’t even know if he heard him. He moved to unzip Michael’s jacket, and only then did he get a response.

“No…” his words slurred together dangerously, like his tongue couldn’t move, “can’t let…don’t let anyone see”

“I won’t, I wont! But we gotta take this off ok?!”

Either Michael was too weak to fight back or Jeremy’s panicked tone convinced him, either way Jeremy tugged of Michael’s jacket.

Then Michael gagged again.

“Ok…ok listen we’re gonna put you in the car and I’m gonna drive you home ok?”

“Whhat? You’’ve never driven before you can’t.”

“I can have the SQUIP help..! They’ll know how to drive…it’ll only be temporary-”

Even through his incoherency, Michael has him a death glare.

“Are you-are you fucking stupid?”

Jeremy cringed, “Michael I gotta get you ho-”

“You can’t listen to anything that damn iPhone tells you to…’re so better off got the girl..the..the life.”

“Ok ok Michale you’re right, calm down.”

They had to take a break in their argument as Michael gagged again, bringing up nothing but bile.

“Don’t you…fucking…” Michael’s eyes rolled back as he dropped like a rock, like a puppet cut from strings. Jeremy screamed again, catching his best friend.

“Michael ! Michael?! Can you hear me?!”

When he didn’t respond he weighed his options of using the SQUIP. But no, Michale would kill him if..when he woke up. He brought out his phone and with a shaky breath dialed 911.

When Michael groaned, Jeremy instantly leaned over him.

“Michael ? Dude? You awake..?” Came his unsure voice.

Michael opened his eyes slowly, feeling like he just woke up from a coma. He looked around and saw he was in a hospital and instantly knew some bad shit went down.

“Oh god…what happened?”

Jeremy took a seat next to him and nervously grabbed his hand, fidgeting with Michale’s fingers.

“You…you had some pretty bad heat stroke there. Well..heat exhaustion? I can’t even tell anymore. You passed out and I called an ambulance.”

“Mmm…thanks Jere-bear.”

Jeremy blushed at that, crossing Michael’s finger over one another. He was a nervous wreck.

“You shouldn’t have been wearing your hoodie…especially in your car. You know better than that dude”

“You don’t get it ok Jeremy? I couldn’t let anyone see-” his eyes widened and suddenly he shot up in his bed

“Michael your IV-!”

Michael caught his jacket lying on a chair across the room. His eyes were wide and frantic as he looked down, but Jeremy held his head up.

“Don’t worry I didn’t let anyone see. I covered you with your jacket in the ambulance, and blanket here. You can wear mine when your mom gets here…” Jeremy sounded like he’d planned this out for hours, and honestly he probably had.


But then Jeremy smacked his arm.

“Ow- Jeremy!”

“Never! And I mean never do that again! I think my heart stopped beating there for a moment that was terrifying!”

“I’m sorry Jeremy I’m-”

“Don’t-I know. I know…just…you’re health matters too, you know?”


There was silence for a while. Jeremy was still holding his hand.

“At least I have the best player one in the whole world”

Jeremy smiled at that, and rolled his eyes “yeah, you’re really lucky. Go to sleep, stupid.”

Even if Jeremy was dating Christine, he’d accept this little moment. And as for Jeremy…after all this was over he’d tell Michael he’d broken up with Christine and why.