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.”
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
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“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
“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
“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
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
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
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
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
a giant meatball
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
“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?”
*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
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 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
KLangst Week is here!!! I’m so excited. Today was Unrequited love/unrequited pining. I am a sucker for pining Keith, so here we are. @klangst-week
Rating: T+ for mild swearing
AU: Modern, wherein Keith pines over his best friend and is guilty for it
It was windy. So windy that Keith wondered how Lance stood upright as he did.
Well, okay, disclaimer. It’s pretty typical of Oklahoma to be windy, and as someone who grew up in the area, Lance was a bit experienced in high winds, Keith supposed. It was crazy, downright insane weather and winds so powerful that Keith wouldn’t be entirely surprised if it was enough to pull brick buildings up off of their foundations.
In all honestly, Keith was a little afraid that that might just be the case, and Lance’s parent’s house would be blown clean away.
When Lance roped Keith into watching his parent’s house with him, Keith thought that it would be a fun time; it would just be Keith and his best friend, hanging out in Lance’s childhood home. There were plenty of snacks, the bed Lance put him up in was pure heaven, and the flatscreen they used frequently was fantastic. It was going to be a good time. Hell, it was going to be great!
Well, that’s what Keith tried to trick himself into believing.
Out of inspiration and out of work, Fakir was ready to throw in the towel and throw out the camera.
Mytho stood stubbornly in front of the wastbasket. "Fakir, this is your passion,“ he insisted, hands on his hips, "Don’t give up now!”
Passion? His recent work had all been absolute garbage. Just like where this stupid thing belonged.
“Fakir, please. I know—Look, I know no one’s hired or commissioned you for a while—”
“Alright, so it’s been a couple of weeks—”
“—o-okay, months! But you truly love photography, don’t you?”
“Out of the way, Mytho.”
“It’s your career.”
“This is the love of your life.”
“It’s also a super-expensive camera!”
“You—!” … Alright, he had him there. Fakir slumped back into his seat, his expression a scowl of disgust and dejection.
“Fakir,” Mytho coaxed, kneeling beside his friend with a small, sorry smile, “It’ll be alright. I’m sure inspiration will hit, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time at all. Maybe try something else? Go somewhere new?”
Maybe Mytho was right. He needed out of the city. He needed to be away from those major publications and their idiotic regulations and stifling contracts. It was because of them that Fakir began to resent the very hobby he loved for the greater part of his life.
So, Mytho rented him a quiet little cottage out by the lake, about an hour outside the urban hellhole.
The upside? Peace, quiet, and an abundance of picturesque settings just waiting to be captured.
The downside? The rain.
Not much to see in the gloom of the April showers.
Tranquil as it was, the lakeside was nothing but gray. Gray fog, gray skies, the haze of light, misty rain a gray sheet over his expensive lens.
He grumbled under his breath.
Perhaps, at any other point in his life, he would’ve seen the inherent beauty in that alone, but he was /sick/ of gray. Gray pavement, gray streets, gray buildings.
He strolled—rather, trudged—along a small trail, weaving around the lake toward the park about a mile away from the cottage. The pitter-patter of rainwater pelted against the protective shield that was his black umbrella, his camera hanging uselessly from his neck, his satchel swinging by his hip.
When he arrived, he was dismayed to see it just as gray, but the slight incline and well-groomed gardens here at least gave him something to see otherwise. Taking advantage of the hill overlooking the calm waters, he lifted his camera to his eye and peeked through the lens, scanning along the horizon.
Gray, gray, gray.
Then, suddenly, red.
Orange-red, beneath a light blue umbrella decorated with a yellow duck.
“You’re the Best Nurse Ever!” (Nurse!Damien x Mika)
Damien loved being a nurse. He loved the smiles on the kids’ faces whenever he showed up at the hospital. His bag was always filled with carefully crafted and labeled gift bags, each one made for a unique and special child. Blue was Mary’s favorite color, and Damien made absolutely sure to only have blue M&M’s, a small blue airplane toy and a carefully folded blue ribbon in her bag. Black was Jesse’s favorite, and he had black licorice with a race car and a spinning top in his bag. Some children had a favorite shade or combination, like Lizzy who only liked light shades of yellow and purple together at once, or Sam (a young boy with bone cancer in the west wing of the hospital, who Damien made extra special care to visit every day) who loved black and orange things and tough looking action figures.
With careful hands and loving eyes, Damien made sure that each child had something to look forward to every week. Monday was Treat Day, Tuesday was Story Day, Wednesday was Adventure Day (in which he traveled around the hospital with them on a treasure hunt he put together himself) and Thursday was Magic Day (he had learned some slight of hand tricks from Matthew, and the kids LOVED it). He didn’t work weekends, but he always made sure to stop by to make sure the children’s spirits were high and the smiles remained.
He loved his job, and the children loved him.
Mika was extra careful this year. All her secret notes were in a hidden drawer in her grandfather’s study, and she only ever checked them when her husband was at work. Leafing through the pages, she double checked all the names and the plan before nodding and putting the small planner away. She looked through her bag and double checked the contents before nodding once more.
“Alright, now to make sure everything is going according to plan over there…” Mika pulled her phone out and dialed a number she had memorized the month before, to avoid arousing suspicion from her husband. After a few rings, a young girl’s voice, maybe about 14, answered.
“Hey, Ms. Mika! Are you on your way?”
Mika smiled. Of all the children at the hospital, Anna was the oldest. A trustworthy girl, Mika would have been sad that she lost her legs in a car accident, but the girl’s energy was so infectious that she couldn’t even dream of being sad around her.
“Yup! I’m about to leave the house now. Are you guys ready?” She could hear the jingle of Anna’s earrings, a gift from Damien, as the girl nodded on the other end of the call.
“We are all set! Nurse Damien is on the other end of the hall doing a story time with the younger children, and he never skimps on that no matter what day it is. You have about another hour before he starts his rounds to everyone.”
“Awesome, thank you! Make sure everyone knows not to announce me being there, otherwise the surprise will be ruined.”
“Will do! See ya soon!”
A happy smile covered Mika’s face as she left the mansion and got into her car. Driving to the hospital was simple, as it wasn’t too far away. Her thoughts wandered to when Damien first mentioned how he wanted to be a nurse. Despite his current career path, he decided that working with children was something he wanted to do, especially children who needed something to cheer them up. As a nurse, he would be able to work directly with kids who needed a ray of sunshine, and he was determined from the beginning to be that exact ray.
“Damien…you sweet cinnamon roll…I love you…” Mika murmured to herself as she pulled into the parking lot of the children’s hospital 15 minutes after she left her house. Some of the staff were waiting outside for her, and they quickly ushered her in and led her to one of the staircases. Damien’s floor wasn’t that high up, and there was less of a chance of him seeing her if she took the side staircase. She was careful to stay behind the wall of nurses and one doctor as they all crept past the play room (Damien was in the middle of acting out The Three Little Pigs, so he didn’t notice them) to Anna’s room further down the hall. Once there, Mika pulled the bag off her shoulder and handed everyone their items.
“Dr. Sampson, here are the noisemakers. Maddie, you hand out the hats. Josh and Max, make sure they have these wrist bands…”
One by one, each person involved was handed their mission and they slipped out of Anna’s room to the other rooms, gently shushing giggling children as they gave them wristbands, noise makers and hats. Small signs were placed on the doors and a tray of cupcakes was pulled out of it’s secret hiding spot in the staff lounge. Mika went to the middle of the floor and set up Damien’s birthday cake and his present on the front counter. Candles were lit, and Anna (her wheelchair was right next to Mika, though it was a tight squeeze considering that all the kids insisted on waiting in the hallway) cleared her throat just as she saw the silent okay from the wife of everyone’s favorite nurse.
“Nurse Damien! Could you come here, for a moment? I could really use your help!”
She gently hushed an excited squeal from 8 year old Mary, who proudly wore the red heart necklace Damien got her on her birthday that year. She didn’t have much in terms of family, and the family she had was usually really busy, so her birthdays were uneventful. When Damien heard this, he made sure to never miss her birthday, and he always got her something red, her favorite color.
Damien, who had just finished telling the children in the play room the moral of The Three Little Pigs, looked up in curious surprise. Anna never had to call him for anything, so what could it have been? Mild panic whelmed up in his chest before he remembered that there were other nurses and doctors available. So, what could it have been?
“I’ll be right there, Anna! Just give me a moment.” He excused himself from the children in the playroom, not paying any mind to the odd hurried shuffle of the doctor who took his place. He didn’t notice the odd silence in the hall as he walked down to where Anna’s room was. However, he did notice the large group of people standing around the front desk in the middle of the hall. He did notice Mika staring at him with the biggest smile on his face. And, he noticed the cry of “Surprise!! Happy birthday, Damien! The best nurse in the world!!!” ring in his ears from not only in front of him, but behind him. When he turned, he saw the kids and the doctor from earlier donned in the same hats and wristbands as the kids and staff in front of him. Behind his wife was a cake, and an oddly shaped and wrapped gift next to it.
He didn’t notice the tears that came to his eyes. He didn’t notice the grin that bloomed on his face. But, Damien did notice the crowd of children that awww’d and hugged him from all sides, the pats of his co-workers, and the warm embrace and kiss of his wife. Her murmur of “Happy birthday, my love” earned a tight hug in response from him as his heart soared in disbelief and happiness.
His very own birthday party, thrown by the kids he encouraged and the woman who encouraged him. It was so much more than he could ask for!
In fact, he didn’t think it could get any better when he blew out the candles on the cake, or when Mika handed him presents from his brothers and the staff. But, when he questioned the one on the counter, all wrapped up and oddly shaped, the looks he got from her and the kids made him realize that it could indeed get better.
His hands shook as he tore open the wrapping paper. His eyes widened when he saw the cover, and as he flipped through the pages a new wave of joyful tears sprang to his eyes. Wiping his face and clearing his throat, he read the title out loud to everyone, sure that they knew it already:
“’Happy Birthday, Nurse Damien! We Love You!’ By ‘The Kids of
Lurie Children’s Hospital’.”
Every page was made by a child. Hand drawn and hand written, words of happiness, gratefulness and love were directed to him from each and every child in the hospital. Each page was unique, displaying the unique personalities of every child that Damien was careful to visit and cheer up every single day.
They made him a book. A book! And there wasn’t a single child who didn’t create a page for him! How could he be so blessed?
He thanked everyone from the bottom of his heart, and as everyone cheered at his acceptance of the gift, he hugged and kissed the one woman who truly gave him everything he could have ever wanted, and more.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He said into the crook of her neck as he held her, inhaling her scent and basking in her presence. Mika returned the tight embrace, overjoyed that the surprise party was welcomed and loved by him. She had wanted to let him know that he was appreciated dearly by those around him, and she was so happy that she succeeded. Of course, she couldn’t have done it without help from the kids.
“Damien, the truth is…” She pulled back and looked him deep in his beautiful blue-purple eyes, shiny with tears, “What did we ever do to deserve you?”
Damien wouldn’t tell you of a happier moment in his entire life. To this day, he reads the book every chance he can get, and he can’t help but cry every time. To be accepted and loved by so many people, and for them to make him his very own book…
He didn’t deserve them, but he couldn’t imagine life without them.
Summary: In a world where the last words your soulmate will say to you are written on your wrist, fearful and introverted Phil works in a bookstore. His greatest fear? The words counting down the seconds until he meet his soulmate, someone called ‘Dan.’ But it isn’t until he befriends a university student that he nicknames ‘Bear’ that Phil realizes that surviving through fear isn’t the same as living.
A/N: This was a nightmare to upload. My laptop kept crashing so I might’ve made some formatting errors. Only a couple of chapters left until the end–I’m going to miss this.
Phil hated shopping. There was absolutely nothing about it that he found even vaguely appealing, and while he could happily spend hours in bookstores that was different. There was something about shopping with Bear though that made the entire experience somewhat bearable, until he remembered what it was they were shopping for.
“What about this?” Phil asked, pulling yet another suit off of the hanger and holding it up for Bear to inspect.
Bear released a long breath through his teeth, eyeing the suit up and down. “It’s not the right shade of black.”
“The right shade of black?” Phil snorted. “You release that technically speaking, black is a shade?”
“That doesn’t mean that there can’t be different shades of a shade,” Bear retorted, returning to his browsing. “I don’t like it.”
“Of course you don’t,” Phil sighed, rolling his eyes as he hung the suit back up.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” Phil muttered, moving a coat out of the way. Originally he’d planned on wearing his funeral suit, but both Daisy and Bear had vetoed it. He supposed that wearing a suit intended for funerals to his best friend’s wedding might seem a little morbid, but frankly there wasn’t a great deal of distinction between the two in his mind.
“None of these are the right color,” Bear said in frustration.
“For someone who claims to not care about shopping you’re being picky enough about the exact shade to convince me otherwise.”
In most castles this wouldn’t be an
odd occurrence, but considering only Q and his mate (who was most
definitely not a man) lived there it was something to be worried
It was just his luck that James was
off on some treasure hunt Alec had found the map for the last time he
was in town. Simply James’ presence would have been enough to scare
them away, provided they weren’t too terribly stupid.
Still, being left on his own didn’t
mean Q wasn’t about to defend his home. He had his sword, had muscles
trained by fight practice with James, and a home turf advantage.
James was going to be pissed at him for putting himself in danger,
but he was also a fucking hypocrite. Q wasn’t going to let his home
be invaded by some half brained jewel thieves without putting up a
He used his knowledge of the castle to
take them by surprise, striking one of them from behind and leaving
the other two caught off guard. The fight was quick and dirty, Q
pulling out every low brow trick Alec had taught him in hand-to-hand.
In the end he emerged victorious, three bloody bodies at his feet
proclaiming his triumph, though he was bleeding heavily from a wound
at his side and another on his shoulder.
He had time to bind his wounds, could
first soak in a bath of healing herbs once he cleaned up his mess.
The men were burly, not as big as James, but significantly larger
than Q, and it was a struggle for him to drag them outside. He dumped
them in the castle’s moat, knowing the large fish living there would
take care of the bodies. He had just kicked the last one over the
ledge, heard the splash when it hit the water, when a sharp pain
stabbed at his side, his wound lighting like fire through his blood.
He pulled up the side of his bloody
and torn shirt, found the veins around his still sluggishly bleeding
wound turning a dark purple.
Summary: ‘It’s my birthday.
I’m allowed to be miserable.’
‘No, you’re not.’
‘You can’t stop me.
I’m now, once again, your senpai.’
Hajime could practically hear the sigh and chuckled to
himself as he pictured Oikawa’s overly dramatic eye-roll.
’40 days older does
not make you my senpai, Iwa-chan.’
‘It’s my birthday,
Oikawa, I’m going to make you call me senpai all day.’
Hajime divides his birthdays into two categories. There are
the ones before his brothers were born, where he’d have his parent’s full
attention, ice cream, cake and a treat out on his special day. And then the
ones after the twins are born, where the day out has to be adjusted – although
the ice cream’s still there.
Despite his parents real worry that he’ll resent this fact
(because they’re just as rambunctious as their older brother) Hajime has always
preferred the birthdays after they were born and doesn’t yearn for the days he
was an only child.
It’s not because of Koji and Saburo, although he gets on
with them as well as he can with annoying babies eight years younger who take
up too much of his mum’s time, but because just after his eighth birthday, Hajime
meets the boy who will change his life.
It sounds dramatic.
But without Tooru in his world, Hajime’s not sure what he
would have become.
Summary: All Dan Howell wants is to be like everyone else. He wants to have friends, and go to parties, and get wasted, and just.. be a normal teenager. But something has been holding him back for the past 17 years. Dan has powers, unbelievable abilities that question modern science and go against every law of the universe. A stupid accident leaves him
expelled from his high school, the only shred of normalcy he’s had
in his life, and he’s now forced to attend Evendale Academy, a private
boarding school secretly for people like him, or face some serious
consequences. He’s not happy about being there at all; it just reminds
him how un-normal he really is.
By noon the whole army is
buzzing, voices ringing in stereo with minor differences in each, Captain
Tucker dead or dying or hurt. Wash had no idea Chorus was such a rumor mill,
but then, the military always was, whether it was frontlines or Freelancer, and
he supposes now shouldn’t be any different.