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Lose Yourself // Jeff Atkins

A/N: I know it’s not in order of the prompt list, but this is the one I had inspiration for, and the only one I’ve felt proud of in a while.

Named After:  There’s literally one line in here that made me think “Mom’s spaghetti”


“Best three out of five!” Clay whined.

The two of you had rock, paper, scissored over who was on bathroom duty for the end of both of your shifts. The alternative and clearly better option was working the concession.

“C’mon Jensen, I won twice…” 

You couldn’t hide the grin on your face. You’d lost this game for about two weeks straight between him and Hannah. 

“Out of five.” 

“Out of three. The mop is in the closet.”

Clay rolled his eyes, sighing as he went into the back room. Hannah, on the other hand, was working the ticket booth. A job, the three of you had already pulled straws for. 

You smiled to yourself watching Clay sulk away when you moved behind the counter. 


Ten minutes left in your shift and it was going pretty well, not as busy as it normally was on a Friday night, no screaming middle schoolers, no crying babies, just you, the popcorn machine, and the elderly couples that pulled at your heart strings.

You’d been dating Jeff Atkins for four years before everything went to shit. Before you’d caught him, tongue down some cheerleader’s throat, hand on her ass, touching her like he’d touched you the night before.

The worst part about losing Jeff was that you not only lost your boyfriend. You lost your best friend. You lost the only person in the world who knew you inside out, who knew that you’d once seen Mamma Mia seven times in one week, who knew that your ultimate dream job was to be second string at the World Cup, who knew that when you were angry you were ruthless. 

He tried. He tried calling, texting, tried to catch you at your shifts at work. But you were just as cold as he expected. You blocked his number and changed your whole schedule just to avoid him. 

Truth be told, seeing him with someone else, it broke you. 

You were in love with him. And he chose someone else. 

So you deleted any and all memories of him. Couple photos, trashed. Best friend photos, in a box in the back of your closet. All of his clothing over the years, returned.

It was hard, to say the least. Hard to be so cold to someone who once gave you so much warmth. You’d given up on love ever since.


The buzz of your phone in your back pocket pulled you out of your vacant stare. You glanced around, making sure your supervisor wasn’t anywhere near before checking your text.

Hannah Banana Baker: Head’s up. He who shall not be named in 30 seconds.

Your head shot up from your phone to see the boy standing across from you. 

“Wow… I’m Voldemort now, huh?” Jeff teased, eyes glancing up from your screen as he tried to lighten the mood between the two of you.

He looked…good. Nowhere near as if he’d been crying for two weeks straight like you did. Say something. He was wearing his letterman jacket. The one you considered keeping because it made you feel just as safe as Jeff did. Say something. You could tell he was getting a haircut in a few days. He always let it flop down, covering his forehead, a few days before. Just so he didn't “waste product on hair that was getting cut”. Say something. You always liked it a little better that way. When he didn’t look so perfect. Say something!

A breathy, “Hey.” falls from your lips before you could think of a witty response to his question.

“Hey.” Jeff offers you a sheepish smile, as though to somehow pull attention away from the fact that you hadn’t seen him outside of school, where you avoided him.

“Hey.”

“No yeah, you said that.” he laughs, briefly. His eyes trying to connect with yours.

You glanced over at the girl, the girl, who stole him from you, holding onto his arm, trying to ignore the whole interaction. What did she have that you didn’t? You knew him better than anyone. You were the perfect girlfriend. 

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes snapped back to him and you let out a fake cough.

“Yeah. Hey.”

“I thought we already did that.” 

“Right. Um- what would you like?” you offered, trying to swallow down the golf ball sized lump in your throat. 

You glance away from him, fingernails, nervously, tapping at the glass below.

“I’ll take-”

“Fries and an Arnold Palmer.” you interrupt. “What is she having?” you tilt your head over in her direction.

Jeff’s mouth opens a little bit, and for some stupid reason, he’s surprised you remembered what he liked. He thought you’d deleted everything about him.

“Y/N WHERE ARE THE-” Clay shouts from across the room, only stopping himself when he sees the baseball player. “Jeff. Hey!”

“What’s up man” Jeff replies casually. As if he wasn’t prolonging the most awkward moment of your life. 

“Nothing, I’m good…Y/N you wanna do out of five?”

For once in your life, you were happy to say that Clay Jensen was not oblivious to feelings. 

You shook your head, determined you could get through this, but offered the boy a smile for being so considerate. 

“Okay…um- gloves?” 

“Top shelf, to the right.”

You turned your attention back to the baseball player who had broken your heart, who was now whispering to his…new girlfriend.

“Babe, you wanna grab us some seats. I’ll just meet you inside?” Jeff asked, more of a forced suggestion than a thoughtful question.

She nodded quickly, placing a kiss on his cheek before heading into theater number 3. 

He turned back to you once she was out of sight, hand running through his already messy hair. 

“Can we talk?” he asked.

Jeff was going out on a limb here. He hadn’t heard from you since you left his stuff on his porch and told him to never talk to you again. For fucks sake, he missed you. He missed you so much it hurt. 

He made a mistake, a huge one. And honestly, the girl, whose name was Alyssa or Alexis, he could never remember, was nothing more than a rebound. 

You sighed, gritting your teeth. “What does she want, Jeff.” 

You didn’t want to talk about it. It had been two months since you’d last talked to him, and now he had you near tears with just his presence. 

Jeff’s fingers gripped the surface between the two of you as he tried to break through the walls you had set up.

“Please. Y/N.” 

His voice broke, mid-sentence, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him and never let go. But you knew better than that. So you huffed, blinking back the tears at the brim of your eyes, and asked him the same question once more. 

“What- What does she want.”

“I want you back.”

You swore your heart stopped beating when you heard those words. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to come in here, throw his feelings on the table, and leave you to wipe away at the tears now falling down your face.

You turned away from him, moving to get him the fries he always ordered.

“You’re on a date right now, Jeff, are you fucking kidding me.” 

The three packets of ketchup, landed right next to the box, as you threw them onto the counter.

“I- I know- I just, I haven’t been able to talk to you Y/N. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and-”

You drowned out the sound of his stupid apology as you filled his cup halfway with ice. The soda machine hummed as you focused on filling his drink exactly the way he used to like it. 60% Lemonade. 40% Iced Tea.

Jeff clenched his jaw, waiting for you to finish before attempting to talk to you again. 

“And- and I just want you in my life again. Girlfriend. Best friend. Mortal Enemy. I’ll take anything. I just want you, need you, to come back.”

You bit your lip, hoping it would stop you from crying as hard as you knew you wanted to. You placed his drink on the counter and moved to fill a medium bag of popcorn for his date, Alyssa Callahan. You may or may not have stalked her after the rumor spread around school that they were hooking up.

“I miss my girlfriend who would always play at least one NSYNC song when she had control of the aux cord. I miss the best friend that stayed up with me to help me study. Even though you had a test too. I miss you. I do.” Jeff cried out. 

His palms are sweaty. Jeff never had to beg for a girl’s attention in his entire life. But now? Now he’d do anything to have you even just say ‘hi’ in the hallways. He knows it sounds stupid. He knows he’s an asshole for saying all this while you were at work and he was on a date. But this is his one shot, one opportunity, and he was going to take it.

You slammed the bag down, popcorn tumbling down the sides of the bag as you moved to get her a drink. She seemed like a lemonade type of girl. 

Answer me, Y/N.” Jeff pleaded, ignoring how desperate he felt. 

You placed a cap on her drink and moved it with the rest of the food before looking back up at him.

“You know what I miss, Jeff?” you asked, punching a few buttons at the cash register. 

“I miss. The boy that told me-” you stopped yourself mid-sentence, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as you pulled a twenty out of your pocket. 

“I miss the boy that told me he loved me…” 

You placed the cash into the register, slamming it shut with a bang. 

“And told me- he would never hurt me.” 

The receipt tore from the machine and crumbled within the fist your hand made. 

“But. Obviously. That’s not you.”

It swished in the trashcan below you, and you shoved everything a few inches closer to Jeff.

Jeff was looking at you, as distressed as you were the day after your break up. His eyes were glazed with tears that had yet to fall, Adam’s apple bobbed as he restrained himself from responding. He picked up everything you’d placed in front of him one at a time. 

“It’s on the house. Enjoy your movie” you emphasize with a forced smile. 

Jeff turns, nodding, knowing that he lost you and enters into the theater. 

It isn’t until you can’t see him, that you walk yourself to the bathroom, lock yourself in a stall, and fall to your knees. Letting out the sobs that were scratching at the back of your throat until your shift ended. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a super daddy!kink namjoon fanfic pls! Like the reader (gf) didn't text him or some shit like that so he doesn't touch or anything to punish her But she ends up masturbating to porn and he catches her "punishes" her ( ^^ sorry)

This rude fucker here like just ugh. ugh. HERE YA GOOOO ANON

~~~~~

Namjoon pursued his lips looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundred time that day. You were suppose to call him, text him, any fucking thing to let him know when you had arrived to your friends house. You told him you were going for a girls night out. Which he understood he couldn’t expect you to always be under him in the house 24/7 but what he didn’t expect was you to completely ignore him and not tell him anything. What if you were hurt? Dead? He knew he was overreacting a little bit but he set rules for a reason and he knew that you had guy friends who were going to be there. He trusted you but not them, and he would kill anyone that put hands on what belonged to him.  With a frustrated huff Namjoon went to his room slamming the door shut laying to sleep. 

~~

As soon as the door opened he was on the couch waiting for you to come into the front room. You stilled a bit dropping your bags on the floor smiling widely as if nothing was wrong. “Hi daddy!” 

“Shut up.” He growled eyes dark, bags under his eyes and you frowned wondering why he was being so harsh.

“What’s your problem?!” You asked him walking towards him slowly.

“My problem?!” He growled standing up towering over you. “You were supposed to fucking call me last night! And you didn’t you didn’t say shit nor inform me! I thought I could sleep but all I could do is think of my baby girl and what she was doing. So don’t come in here asking my damn problem when you disobeyed my rules. I do not ask for much, just a little but if it is too much for you then pack your shit and leave because I refuse to have someone who can’t even fucking follow directions.” Namjoon snarled, his veins popping out of his neck as he stormed to the room. His words hurt you, made your eyes water as tears feel down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to not follow orders, you were just having fun and you forgot and when you remembered you figured he was sleeping. Tired and groggy you grabbed your stuff going to your room, knowing he didn’t want to be bothered with you.

~

For a month it was complete hell, Namjoon had forgiven you but he was still pissed at you. He didn’t even let you kiss him for too long before he was walking away from you. You hated it, you were beyond sexually frustrated and you felt your pussy getting tighter with each passing day. Namjoon did shit on purpose too, just to piss you off. Walking around without a shirt. Letting his pants hang low on his waist as he sat beside you. And you heard him at night not even needing porn, but playing the tapes of you two fucking jerking himself off hard until he was ruining his sheets.

One day, while he was gone you sneaked into his room finding the sex tapes between the two of you, already being naked from taken a shower as you laid on the bed spreading your legs. You had gotten a rotating dildo to help you relieve yourself shoving it deep inside of your pussy to stretch you back out as the scenes on the screen in front of you showed Namjoon pounding into you against the wall. The way his hips lifted you up and down always did wonders, because he knew to spots to hit to get you wound up. Your mind wandered as you licked your lips thrusting the toy in and out of yourself faster, your release becoming much closer since it had been so long since you had anything. It was easier for you to cum. Almost, you were /almost/ there. 

“Having fun baby girl?” You damn near jumped out of your skin, with widen eyes looking towards the door. Namjoon wore a dark expression, shirt and pants already shed as he leaned against the door frame. He watched you eyes raking every where as he tsked to himself shaking his head. And you could slowly feel your orgasm dying down. 

“I suppose it’s been long enough, but you knew not to fucking play with yourself with me. Always breaking rules. I guess I can punish and fuck you.” Namjoon smirked to himself, watching as you laid still for him. He went and grabbed a pair of handcuffs lifting your hands above your head flipping you on your stomach. He leaned over you moaning in your ear as he grabbed the toy pushing it in and out of your pussy in a fast motion the wet sounds of the toy fucking you causing his erection to harden and precum to streak against his boxers. Fuck he missed you, and the way you moaned and shook under him made him want to tear you apart. As soon as your back arched he was yanking to toy from you sucking off your juices watching as you protested from not cumming. 

“Y/n I bet you’ll obey me next time.” He warned before going to his closet. He got out a few things before walking downstairs and coming back to place a bucket of ice on his night stand with a water bottle on top of it. He grabbed it pressing it against your pulse point to let your orgasm and arousal die down. After a few minutes he was taking it from you to place it back on ice before he grabbed a sleek purple vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. He slipped it inside of your pussy as well as lubing up some weighted balls that were big slipping one inside of your ass letting the other hang. “You know how this goes, if you don’t squeeze around this and hold it in, it’ll fall out. Hold it in or I will not let you cum, for the next two months.” He threatened before getting off the bed grabbing his belt from his pants on the ground. 

You were in complete hell, your body trembled, your nipples were hard and to perky from how he was treating you. You felt so full with the weighted items inside of you, and you had to squeeze around both but it caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside of your pussy pressing against your spot, to make matters worse Namjoon came up behind you to spread your legs on the bed the only thing holding your upper body was the damn handcuffs and they dug into your skin from how hard you tugged to have them off. But it was all in vain, he was in control and he loved every bit of it. 

Namjoon gripped his belt, and started to give you hits to the ass and you didn’t need him to tell you what else to do. “One.. Two!” You started to count out as he spanked you with his belt, causing your ass to feel on fire as he created whelps on your ass from the belt. He watched your ass jiggle groaning as he leaned down to turn the settings on high one hand coming up to play with your breast as the other spanked your ass, he made each hit harder and made sure to angle his wrist different ways so that he didn’t mark just one spot. He looked down at your body trembling under him, your juices slipping onto the bed as your eyes brimmed with tears. 

“Aww baby.. Don’t cry..” He feigned concerned as he pulled away from you. Namjoon opened a bottle of alcohol and after go a silver bullet pressing it on your clit causing more stimulation to your already throbbing pussy as he poured the alcohol onto the whelps causing screams of pain to fill the room, he watched the lines from his hits outline your skin in a frenzy of designs and he smirked proud of his works. “Almost.” He called out before he took the bullet from your clit and he turned the vibrator off but left it inside of you. 

He went into the bathroom and grabbed a candle from under the counter before he grabbed a lighter letting it get hot walking back to you, Your body was going limp and he knew soon, your knees would give out. He sat the candle down before he slid the weighted ball from your ass only to replace it with a crystal clear butt plug that was way thicker than the balls. Another scream ripped from your throat and he spread your legs even wider going under to pull the small vibrator from your pussy using his tongue to flick and suck up the wetness from your sensitive pussy. He pulled back licking his lips before he got out another dildo with a butterfly on it. He pressed it into you, letting it turn on to fuck your insides while the butterfly bobbed up and down against your clit to tickle it. 

“FUCKING HELL PLEASE! I’M SORRY NAMJOON! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” You sobbed weakly. He kept building you up to tear you down and you couldn’t handle the tug of war with him. You were a mess crying and shaking only wanting a release and your pussy was so sensitive anything near it set you off. You looked at him watching that shit eating grin appear on his face as he grabbed the wax. 

“You’ll behave from now on. I’m sure.” He purred letting the wax fall on your back. Your cries fueled him, it brought the monster out of him, and made him want to own you. He first let it fall down both of your legs and traced wax on your arms, before he was spelling his first and last name down your back using almost all of the candles. He watched as you shook with pain and pleasure under him setting the candle down and blowing it out. He let the wax cool letting his finger press the butterfly hard against your pussy before he pulled away making sure it was cool before he grabbed a whip that he had under his bed. He brought it up against your legs first, breaking the wax there up causing more whimpers to fill his ears, he was too far gone now not even worrying if he was going overboard or not. 

He let all of the wax break and fall from your skin before he went to your arms to break the wax there. Lastly he was at your back whipping you painting your skin with more pretty marks and finally you gave in falling against the bed as your knees gave out. He hummed surprised with his work finishing cracking the wax. He next grabbed ice tracing it over your wounds to soothe them and hear more cries from you. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold on a bit more, but the mixing of the pain and pleasure as well as the heat had you about to pass out. He was ruining you, your tears soaked the sheets, your orgasm was back at full blast wanting to release and as you expected he cut the dildo pulling it from you but still you hoped that he would let you cum. It was in vain. Always. He shoved the dildo in your mouth watching you choke as he face fucked you pulling the butt plug from your ass slowly. He lifted your hips before shoving his boxers down to his knees grinding his dick up and down your sore slit. You were done, your limbs were jelly, he had to hold you up because you were too weak. 

Namjoon slammed into you, filling you up in one go. He didn’t even let you adjust since you had, had so many toys inside of you he felt you were stretched enough. He started to relentlessly plow into your pussy pushing his hips hard against yours with brutal force as if he was seeing if he could break you. His name mixed with daddy fell from your lips and he loved it, hearing the weakness there how you gave into him. It made him pulse inside your pussy. He knew you were close but like a good girl you would hold out for him. So he gripped your hair tangling his fingers into the strands to yank your head back crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and rough manner. 

His free hand moving to rub your clit as he let you fall back against the mattress his hips fucking yours into the bed. He pinned you under him with his hips, grinding his at a fast pace to keep the drill going wanting you to release. His tongue shoved down your throat while he let you taste the faint remains of yourself on his tongue. Namjoon growled feeling you squeeze around him, your clit was throbbing, he felt your orgasm clenching into your stomach. 

You writhed under him against the sheets trying to keep up with his kisses. Your mind was blank and the only think you chanted was yes and more. You spread your weak legs wider as they started to tingle, your orgasm starting a slow fire inside of you. 

“Cum baby. Soak my dick.” Namjoon grunted as he pulled away from your lips to moan against your ear. He licked the shell of your ear biting and nipping on it before he went to your neck sucking on his mark on your skin as you nodded giving into him. 

“DADDY!” Was all you had the strength to scream out as your orgasm took over your limbs. You cummed on his dick not even arching your back but dropping your head forward in tiredness. Namjoon continued fucking you like a rag doll grunting and growling until he was cumming inside of your pussy stilling his hips. He shuddered as he released long thick ropes inside of you making sure it was all out before he slowly pulled out. Namjoon uncuffed you after awhile seeing that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. 

In a blur you watched things as Namjoon cleaned up the space around you, you heard the running of water, the smelling of lavender and then you felt the water on your skin as you were getting cleaned. You could barely keep your eyes open and everything screamed, every limb burned but you let Namjoon take care of you. Once you were clean he dried you off and laid you naked on the bed. You felt his strong rough calloused hands putting cream onto your body and it was to soothe all the markings he had made. The monster was gone and your sweet loving boyfriend was back. Once he was finished he was scooping you up in his arms and you heard the words uttered to your ears only falling asleep after tiredly saying it back. 

“I love you too Joon.”

~~

I need to take my ass to bed, what the fuck did I just write.

Tights | Peter Parker

Request: I love your Peter Parker x reader chat rooms, and I was wondering if you could do a Spiderman x reader drabble, but where the reader doesn’t know he’s Peter Parker and is trying to figure it out? 

*Note: I can already hear you guys requesting a sequel for this one. I just feel it.

Warnings: Cussing, Parental Abuse, Drug Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, the Whole Shebang

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Image by @hage2013 ~ I couldn’t resist using it because they look so cute here <3

Who hogs the duvet 

  • Mercy since she likes to be warm and cuddly. Genji is too nice to even have any resistance to it. Hell, he would even purposefully wrap it all around her like a blanket burrito just to see her all cute and happy.

Who texts/rings to check how the other’s day is going 

  • Genji because unfortunately, Mercy is a bit too busy to remember to call all the time. He’d try to keep track of her schedule/breaks though.

Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts 

  • Genji. He didn’t have that many girlfriends in the past without knowing all sorts of tricks and ways to win their hearts.

Who gets up first in the morning 

  • Being a doctor definitely, makes Mercy wake up earlier. As for Genji, well he might not need sleep but he probably wouldn’t want to get out of bed instead of cuddling his angel.

Who suggests new things in bed 

  • See “gifts.”

Who cries at movies 

  • Neither of them actually. I don’t think they’re the type to cry at movies. They’ve seen things.

Who gives unprompted massages 

  • Genji because Mercy would often work too hard and focus too much so she might get aches and back pain otherwise.

Who fusses over the other when they’re sick 

  • Mercy because she’s worried about how a cyborg could get sick (plus then both her lover’s and doctor’s instinct both kick in). When she’s sick though, Genji ends up having to fuss over her in return because she thinks she’s fine since she’s a doctor.

Who gets jealous easiest

  • Probably Mercy though not too much. Genji was a playboy after all and is still quite attractive. 

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music 

  • Probably Mercy, whatever her tastes may be (perhaps native songs or relaxing classical music). It’s not the music itself but more that she hums or sings along to them at times without realizing it (though Genji loves it of course).
  • Well, Genji has his weeb music but he’s proud of it.

Who collects something unusual 

  • Genji. For a man who climbs up buildings and wanders all over the place (old habits die hard I guess), he’s bound to find something strange now and then.

Who takes the longest to get ready 

  • Mercy because she gotta make sure she looks good. Genji, well that t-shirt seems to fit him and not dirty so it seems fine. 

Who is the tidiest and most organized 

  • Mercy because she’s used to working in her lab (though her lab itself is sometimes a bit messy). 
  • Genji has his clean habits from back in Japan too, but not his top priority nor did he really have things that he absolutely had to keep track of. As long as he knew where his stuff was in the mess, it was fine.

Who gets most excited about the holidays 

  • Mercy because she wants to make good memories with Genji plus she’s always excited over decorations and festivities (especially when it involved others too).

Who is the big spoon/little spoon 

  • Genji likes to be the big spoon because then he can feel Mercy being all cute and nuzzly against his chest. Plus who would pass up the chance to give that adorable angel headpats?

Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports 

  • Genji has his passion and pride in video gaming. He gives her some mercy at times but still tries to win since he didn’t want to seem like he was going easy on her.
  • On the other hand, Mercy is trying pretty hard too. Something tells me that she gets really competitive with tennis despite Genji having reflexes that make it unfairly hard to beat him.

Who starts the most arguments 

  • Neither of them really argue, Mercy is good at communication and keeping in control while Genji has learned a lot through his time with Zenyatta. If anything, Mercy might get stressed occasionally and snap at him, though she’d apologize soon after.

Who suggests that they buy a pet 

  • Genji wants a cat. And a sparrow. And maybe a bunny too. Plus he already has a pet dragon.

What couple traditions they have 

  • First one who wakes up has to wake up the other one with a kiss and breakfast (which encourages Genji to get up early sometimes [see getting up]).

What tv shows they watch together 

  • Grey’s Anatomy because Genji is amused by Mercy fussing over medical things and making commentary about things. Other times they watch Korean/Japanese dramas (especially romance ones).
  • Disney movies too, since Genji like to see Mercy get so involved when her eyes light up at certain scenes and especially when she sings along so adorably (thanks for the idea @cyborgninjacarrot).

What other couples they hang out with how they spend time together as a couple

  • Lucio and D.va for fun! Ah, youth …
  • McCree and Hanzo to keep an eye on them and for more interesting life chats. That and to make sure they don’t kill anyone (including themselves) by drinking too much.

Who made the first move 

  • Genji because he sure knows how to ask a girl out. Mercy would probably feel too conflicted and shy about approaching him. That being said, it would be a while before Genji got his courage back and the confidence to do so.

Who brings flowers home 

  • Genji since he walks through town a lot and sees pretty flowers that might remind him of Mercy. That being said, she might buy them occasionally especially if she came home late or wanted a small gift to surprise him.

Who is the best cook 

  • Genji. See “gifts.” Plus with that skill with his sword, I’m sure he’d make a great sushi chef.

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anonymous asked:

Oh, hi!! I'm the person who requested the gay Yoosung post and for some reason when you said to read the rules I didn't think they had changed?? I'm so sorry ;;; instead of the whole RFA reacting to finding out Yoosung likes guys, maybe just Zen, Jaehee, and V? I think there's might've most interesting to hear....either way, again, I'm so sorry!

You’re okay, buddy! I hope this is okay! Sorry if its long. Just as a heads up, Mc might be dating different people in each scenario.

Jaehee
- Yoosung hardly saw Jaehee outside of the messenger. They were friends? Kinda? But not enough to plan hang out days, especially when she was so extremely busy.
- Granted, they were still close, since she was always willing to give him helpful advice. Even when his questions were stupid.
- Often, after work if she didn’t have to work over, she would stop by whatever local coffee shop was still open and grab a drink to help her get through finishing some reports. The most interaction she would have would be with the cashier, given that she didn’t have many people she could consider friends, if at all.
- Though, as she turned around and went to leave, she spotted a familar face at a coffee table. Yoosung. He looked nervous, fumbling with his hands a lot as he sat at a table alone with a half-empty coffee. She was tempted to go say hi, or ask what he was doing so far from his dorm, when some man rushed past her to join him.
- They apparently didn’t know each other well, with how Yoosung scrambled out of his seat to awkwardly shake the other’s hand, and she could tell he was stuttering from her place at the counter.
- All the while Yoosung’s cheeks stayed a solid pink. After a moment of watching, their eyes met, and she had never seen Yoosung look so scared before. Weird… She gave him a small wave, and went on her way.
- It wasn’t until the next morning that she checked her phone, surprised by the slew of messages from Yoosung.
- First he was explaining that he was just meeting a friend, then how he couldn’t say sorry because he didn’t want to be rude to his date, and then there were a good five texts of him panicking over saying ‘date’ before a message begging her not to tell anyone.
- Already confused, she called him to sort whatever this was out while she started getting breakfast ready. Yoosung answered immediately, and it took her a few tries to get him to stop stuttering excuses and to let her talk.
- “Yoosung, I never have any direct contact with your family, so I have no idea why or what it is you’re not wanting me to tell them.”
- Granted she had an idea, but she didn’t want to risk being wrong. Better to let him explain it.
- Once he finally got the full story out, about how he was branching out and seeing if he might 'swing the other way’, Jaehee started brewing a cup of coffee for the day, already desperately needing one.
- “Yoosung. It personally does not matter to me who you get involved with, no matter the gender. All I care about is that you stay safe and don’t get mixed up with people who are bad for you. But yes, I won’t mention this to anyone else until you do. Your secret is safe with me.”
- “Really?”
- “Yes, really. So cheer up, get ready for school. You’re completely normal and no one is upset. If your parents get mad, well. I’m sure the R.F.A. will help you out no matter what. And as long as you keep the place clean, you would be free to come here, if it was necessary.”
- She never thought she could hear someone cry more than the characters from the dvds she owned, but…At least it was happy crying.

V
- It was hard. For the both of them. When Mc had gotten together with Jumin, one if her requests was for V and Yoosung to try to get along more. Jumin backed the idea up wholeheartedly, insisting it would be for the benefit of the whole R.F.A.
- And now, months down the line, their relationship was a little better. Not the best, but it was decent enough to where Yoosung could start trusting him little by little. Especially when V had opened up about Rika more. Even though it had hurt, Yoosung appreciated finally getting some insight on why she had hurt herself.
- Now they were on a trail. Yoosung was helping V carry some of his camera equipment. Nothing too much, especially since the man’s eyes still weren’t the greatest, but…Yoosung wanted to at least humor him, even if these trips never produced any photos.
- They sat down at a clearing and appreciated the view. There were no sounds of city life, just endless noises of the preserved woods, and Yoosung felt…calm. Safe. Like he wasn’t recovering from a hectic school year and depression.
- He assumed, from the soft sigh from V, that he felt the same.
- They listened to the noises around them for a while, Yoosung contemplating on if he could tell V just one thing that he had been struggling with lately. With V, he felt like he would be taken seriously about it. No teasing, no chiding that he didn’t know any better- They were still at the stage of repairing their friendship, that V took every word Yoosung said seriously.
- Or maybe that was just how the man was, and Yoosung had never noticed.
- “Yoosung, you’ve been quiet lately.”
- “Mhm.”
- “…Do you have more questions?”
- He always did. Always had questions that the answers were always unsatisfying, but he had a different one today.
- “Do…You think it’s wrong for…guys to like each other?”
- He felt V move, felt the tension in the air, before looking at him and seeing the small hint of surprise on his face.
- “I….No, I…I don’t think so, Yoosung.”
- “Okay.” Deep breath. “So…So if-”
- “If you were like that, then there’s nothing wrong with that either.”
- As usual, V knew the questions he had before he had been given a chance to say them. Yoosung nodding as he went quiet again.
- Carefully, V pat his back.
- “Take care of yourself. Let me know if some certain people in your life don’t take kindly to that. My home is always open for you, as are the other’s.”
- Yoosung didn’t need to be told he was talking about the R.F.A. He nodded, a bit more tensely this time as he tried to take another deep breath.
- Going out to secluded areas with V was always nice. Only V had to see him cry, and thankfully the man never judged him for it.

Zen
- Zen only finds out when they get drunk together again. It’s after the events of Mc coming into their lives, off happily with Saeyoung, and they both thought it would be fun to have a guys night!
- Of course they wanted to invite Saeyoung along, but he was too wrapped up in plans he had already made, so…Just the two of them it was.
- They were pretty relaxed, just sipping on a few beers while catching up and watching tv. Zen had been busy with another hardworking play, and Yoosung was actually trying to get himself focused in school again.
- “So, any cute girls been asking you out?”
- Yoosung’s cheeks were already red from being buzzed, but they turned darker as he firmly shook his head.
- “One day bud, don’t give up hope!” He chuckled, giving Yoosung a pat on the back. He had always seemed to look forward to the day when he could finally date for the first time. Zen felt bad it had been this long.
- Most if their night continued with normal discussions like that, occasionally sprinkled in with future girlfriend talk. Zen kept lamenting over his job restricting him on having the time to spoil a woman, while Yoosung just turned quiet when the topic was brought back up again.
- It wasn’t until he had downed three beers, a surprising amount for Yoosung, that he finally cut Zen off from talking.
- “You make fun of Jumin a lot. For that rumor he has.”
- Zen just cocked an eyebrow at him, a confused smile on his lips. “Yeah? It’s the only time I can get the dude to shut up.”
- “Well, what if he was, you know, actually gay? A-And you were hurting his feelings or something.”
- Towards the end, Yoosung’s words became quieter, but Zen still got the gist.
- “Well, fuck. I mean, if he was that’d be whatever, you know? And if I hurt his feelings I guess I’d say sorry or something.”
- “Just whatever?”
- “He’d still be just the same old Jumin to me, but it would explain his uh, empty date life.”
- Yoosung just muttered a soft 'oh’, sipping his beer again, but Zen was curious now.
- “Why?”
- “Jus’ wonderin’.”
- Weird. Alright. He went to focus on the tv again, but Yoosung spoke up.
- “What if I was, y'know. That.”
- “…If you liked dudes?”
- “….yeah.”
- Zen’s eyes widened. “W-Well, uh. That’d. You’d still be Yoosung? But I mean. I’d stop sending workout photos, maybe.”
- Yoosung scoffed and rolled his eyes, the alcohol making him loosen up. “Who says you’re even my type?”
- “W-What??”

anonymous asked:

Ok. So, to find out when the game itself takes place, you've gotta know when the studio was open. At first, I assumed that Bendy was a rubberhose toon from the height of that style of cartoons. That would put their timeline between 1925 and 1935. Since Sammy recognized Henry but Henry didn't know about the studio extensions in the basement, Henry would have had to leave the studio sometime around 1928. However, Henry also wasn't around for the instillation of the ink machine,… (Mo 1)

(2) which Sammy said was build “over their heads”. So Sammy was either: 1.) downstairs when the ink machine was built, or 2.) the tape recorder was moved downstairs. We also know from Wally’s recordings that Joey had “everyone” donate something from their workstations, so the employees at that time were pretty few. Each item can probably be associated with a specific person; the book is Joey’s the record Sammy’s, and I imagine the doll belinged to the guy who did toys. (Mo)

(3) But based on how small the company was at the time (and modelling it off Disney’s early years) I can’t imagine Henry wasn’t working there at that time; in fact, the inkwell could be his. So where’s the overlap, and how did Joey publish a book if the company was that small? Demonic hijinks definitely accounts for some of it, but the timing is weird. If (basing this assumption off Wally’s first recording) the ink machine was put up very soon after the pedestals, … (Mo)

(4) then it’s possible Henry left between the pedestals and the ink machine. That still doesn’t leave a lot of time for Henry knowing and being super close to all his coworkers, but it works. UNTIL I saw someone notice the “Buy Bonds” mark I hadn’t seen before on one of the episode posters. When I researched, I couldn’t find any examples of cartoon propaganda in WWI. WWII, however, is well known for it. Now we’d have to rework what we already figured out for a new timeperiod. (Mo)

(5) First off, why would this studio still be using rubberhose-style animation long after it had gone out of style? They probably started the studio right before rubberhose went out, and wouldn’t or couldn’t update it. That puts them starting the studio in the 1934-1935 range. That’s good, because it gives plenty of time between the founding to when it went mad. Wally said that the animations weren’t being finished on time anymore, which means they had a time schedule. (Mo)

(6?) A time schedule like that would probably be imposed by a distributer. At this time, probably the studio was doing a lot of work for the government and military and being funded by them (hence “Buy Bonds”). This is probably about the time that Joey really stopped caring about the actual animations. The extensions probably also happened around then. So when did Henry leave the studio? Probably right before the studio was doing animations for the military. (Mo)

(7) At that time, Joey was probably already starting to slip. There were probably already plans for an extension to the studio, and rudimentary plans for the ink machine. This would’ve been about 1940-1941. Henry would have been really familiar with everyone there, maybe to the point of leaving behind a keepsake that could later be used for the pedestals. The extensions are built, the ink machine installed, more employees hired, and the studio went under probably late 40’s. (Mo)

(8; last one, promise!) Whether the studio went under because of money or demonic issues is up for interpretation. So, assuming that demonic stuff means that Henry went back exactly 30 years after he left the studio, the game may take place in 1970 or 1971. All of that is, of course, a guess. I’ve found it fun to try to connect the game to the actuall history of animation. I guess only time and new chapters will reveal what really happened! Thanks for letting me do this. -Mo💚

Dang when you said it was the length of a novel you weren’t kidding.

Anyways, let’s try and go through this one thing at a time.

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toomuchtrash  asked:

hello again its your fellow produce 101 trash... thoughts on ep 9??? the rankings of the teams?? some trAINEES ONLY GETTING LIKE 2 VOTES?? ik you already ranted about minhyun but what was that?? also ikyk team getting less then 100 votes akfkwkjd... predictions for elimination??? basically everything hahaha

oh my god since you asked for it i hope you’re prepared for me rambling

(maybe i should put it under the cut in case it becomes too long and starts clogging up people’s dashboards)

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Wrong Number

Pairings: LawLu, ZoSan, MarcoAce, Saboala

Summary: “Why do you care? We don’t know each other.” – Torao
“Of course I know you, you gave me your number and your name, Torao!” – Luffy
“Wait, what? No, it was a mistake. And my name is Law, not ‘Torao’.” – Torao
“Torao is good too.” – LuffyLaw only wanted Bepo to help him at the hospital, he never asked to have this “Luffy” guy as a SMS penpal, all of this because he typed a wrong number!

Warnings: Humor, Wrong number, phone texts, SMS discussions, Fluff, Romance, Crush, AU, Friendship, Nakamaship, Meatloaf’s great cat, Teasing, jokes & puns, Light Angst, introvert & extrovert characters, Social Issues

A/N: *SCREAM OF VICTORY*
I. DID. IT! I posted this chapter. I wrote it. WooOow. 
Now, I really hope you’ll like it, but I can’t promise you will. You decide.
Thank you all for your comments on AO3/ff, your support on Tumblr, and especially to @lululawlawlu who’s always telling how much they like what I write (let’s be honest I drew a lot for 6 months instead of writing and really thought I would never go back to writing and wasn’t really happy about that).Okay I’m gonna stop now. I’m just so excited. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 =[AO3 - ff]=


“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“Meatloaf’s such a lazy cat” – Luffy

“I’m bored and he doesn’t want to play!” – Luffy

“Honestly when are you NOT bored?” – Torao

“Sometimes I’m not. When I talk to you for example!” – Luffy

[…]

“Hey I just realized!” – Luffy

“I never asked you if you had a pet!” – Luffy

“I don’t recall you asking yea” – Torao

“And??” – Luffy

“I… don’t have a common pet.” – Torao

“[Picture MMS]” – Torao

“OMG SO COOL” – Luffy

“WHAT’S THIS?” – Luffy

“Iguana.” – Torao

“That’s its name??” – Luffy

“… No. The name of the species.” – Torao

“What’s the name then?” – Luffy

“I didn’t give it a name.” – Torao

“W h y” – Luffy

“щ(ºДºщ)” – Luffy

“… Because I didn't” – Torao

“No, you must.” – Luffy

“Does it breATHE FIRE?” – Luffy

“CAN IT FLY?” – Luffy

“It looks like a DRAGON” – Luffy

“No. It can’t. It’s a freaking Iguana.” – Torao

“Call it Komodo” – Luffy

“I was expecting anything related to food I’m kinda surprised.” – Torao

“Komodo dragons aren’t iguanas Luffy-ya.” – Torao

“Well you must give it a name!!!” – Luffy

“Why is it so important?” – Torao

“Because it’s your daily friend!” – Luffy

“Call it Lizard.” – Luffy

“That’s just a widder name of species.” – Torao

“Saying no to Reptile right now.” – Torao

“Okay fine!” – Luffy

“Just find a name yourself then!” – Luffy

“You’re not gonna let it go are you” – Torao

“Nope.” – Luffy

“I’ll think about it.” – Torao


“°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°” – Ace

“(☆▽☆)” – Luffy

“໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७” – Ace

“ー( ´ ▽ ` )ノ” – Luffy

““(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง" - Ace

“(ง •̀ゝ•́)ง" - Luffy

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All I’m saying is that having Anakin simply acknowledge the twins a little more in Revenge of the Sith could have given the story a little more depth. 

Anakin and Padme arguing about names and about the gender

 Anakin swearing it’s a girl and Padme knowing for sure it’s a boy 

 Anakin trying to sense a force presence from his baby 

Anakin telling Padme that he doesn’t want the baby to be a Jedi because he no longer trusts the Jedi and doesn’t trust them with their child

 Anakin telling Padme that he was going to show their baby all the love the Jedi never showed him when he was growing up

 Anakin wishing his mother was there to meet her grandchild which she would have been if not for the Jedi and Obi Wan

Anakin worried that he might not live to meet his baby if the war drags on

 Anakin talking to Padme’s baby bump telling the twins about how much he already loves them and promising to protect them and telling them that even though war’s been hellish it’s worth it because he was making the galaxy a safer place for them and saying that he’d give them whole galaxy if he could

Anakin dreaming that Padme dies in childbirth

Anakin worrying that he is going to loose them both

 Anakin suddenly becoming panicked about Padme’s diet and how much sleep she’s getting and asking her to stop working because it might hurt her and the baby

Anakin being frustrated that Padme doesn’t trust his instincts when she tells him to calm down

Anakin not sleeping or eating because of his fear of loosing his family

Anakin being told by Palpatine that Padme had been spending a great deal of time with several of her… male friends while he’s been away

Anakin noticing that Padme is bigger than she should be at this point in her pregnancy and wondering if she might be lying about when the baby was conceived 

Anakin wondering who… Bail Organa… Obi Wan…

Anakin hating himself for his momentary doubt of her and their baby

Anakin wanting to talk to temple healers but being too afraid that the Jedi might take the baby away from him once it’s born

Anakin begging Sidious to save his family

Anakin telling himself that he’s saving the two most worthy lives in the galaxy while striking down his Jedi brothers and sisters

Anakin telling himself that he is fulfilling his promise of protection to his unborn child

Anakin telling himself he was probably saving his daughter from the Jedi and the lies they would poison her mind with if they ever got their hands on her

Anakin coming home to his wife and baby and being afraid to touch Padme or the swell in her stomach that was their child for fear that he would taint them both with the blood of innocents on his hands

Anakin already beginning to disassociate himself from the crimes he committed 

Anakin ending the war so that his family would be together always. So that his child could grow up in a peaceful galaxy. 

Anakin knowing that he was a step closer to saving his family so that their love would never leave him

Anakin being confused as to why Padme was upset with him. Doesn’t he know that she could have died? That their baby could have died? 

Anakin hearing that Obi Wan has turned his wife against him 

Anakin knowing that Obi Wan would also go for the baby once it was born 

Anakin telling Padme that now they could actually give their baby the whole galaxy 

Anakin wondering why Padme wanted to run now that they can finally be a real couple? A real family? Did she not want people to know she was actually with him? 

Anakin wondering why she wanted their baby to grow up in hiding. Doesn’t she want better for their child?

Anakin wondering why Padme doesn’t understand that he did this for and their family. Why isn’t she grateful? Why doesn’t she understand? Why doesn’t she trust him? Why doesn’t anyone trust him? Why is she so upset that he killed the Jedi? Doesn’t she want the baby to live in a safe galaxy? Why does she still not want people to know about their marriage? Their baby? Was she ashamed? Did she not care about him? 

Anakin filling with rage. Padme  wants to leave him? After everything he’s done to save her? Did she not know she could still die? Did she not care that the baby was still in danger? Did she ever care about him and their family?

Anakin seeing that his wife has brought Obi Wan to kill him

Anakin loosing himself to his rage 

Anakin feeling his rage extend to his former master for forcing him to hurt his wife and his child. It’s all Kenobi’s fault. 

Anakin waking up from his surgery and asking where Padme was. Is she alright? Is the baby ok?

Anakin learning that the powers that he thought could save his family ended up killing them. His wife who loved him and his child who never even got a chance to live. All because of him.

Anakin hearing that his baby had been alive for all these years. 

A son.

Padme was right all along. 

46. my strength

Originally posted by onjinkibaek

Title: my strength

Pairing: Lee Taemin/Reader

Genre: High School! AU/ Jock! Taemin

Summary: Even the most valuable players need someone to support him. Taemin finds out that there was only one person he needed.

Sometimes she wonders if Taemin likes overachieving or maybe he just enjoys playing a lot. The first time she saw him, the last thing that crossed her mind was that Taemin was part of the football team, after all, his cute features and humble personality was not something that stereotypically talking was considered as a best player demeanor, but later on, she discovered that Taemin was in a hundred of ways different. Surely, he took his talent seriously, but he also knew how to be the best and stay on the ground, which was one of the things that made her fall in love with him a hundred times over and over again.

It was late at night when she had gotten out of the library, and she half expected to see a text from her boyfriend once she got out, a big amount of emoticons and exclamation marks that were usual of Taemin. Nothing, there wasn’t even a small ‘okay’ texted to her and that made her worry. What if he was sick? What if he didn’t get home safely? However, her mind lit up with an idea when she remembers that Taemin’s big game was only a week away and that only meant a simple thing…

Taemin stayed to practice.

So she knows where to find him, in the middle of what he called his stage as he throws the ball as far as he can, not even failing to take it various meters far away. Sweat collected on his forehead as his blond hair moves with the air, his plump lips parted as he pants, his varsity jacket over his body as he throws the ball once again. She stands a few feet away from him, looking at him with a smile on her face as she feels like Taemin finally belongs in there, with his head in the game that he plans inside his mind.

Like he had said once, this was his dream since he was a kid, his short limbs and big dreams growing as well as his legs and she only imagines how much it could mean to him. When he throws the ball once again and it jumps against the grass, she lets out a soft whistle, catching his attention as his wide eyed gaze settles on her, making her smile lightly. Taemin looks at her as if she was the sun in the middle of his dark night and the sound of the air around them as well as a few night insects are the only things that can be heard. Taemin picks up the ball once again as he gives her a soft smile.

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Tell Us Again-Stiles Stilinski

Teen Wolf Imagine:#19 Prompt:#…None

Word Count: 3,441 (This is the longest one I have ever written)

Warnings: A little bit of Father Stiles. Fluffiness. Sweetness. You might get a cavity. A little implied sex.

A/n: So this is another non-prompt imagine this one was not requested it was just an idea I had and went with it. I think it’s like sickeningly sweet and I hope you like it as much as I do. Italics are past events.

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anonymous asked:

Coldflashwave with "Can we pretend i didn't say that."

I am so sorry this took me so long to answer! I promise next time I’ll answer these much faster!
This probably isn’t what you were expecting, but I hope you enjoy it regardless Nonnie!

Can find this on Ao3 here.


Barry rolled his eyes before turning his head forward again to finish unlocking his apartment door. Leading his lovers in after him, he shut and locked the door before zipping away to sped through his nightly routine.

He met up with Mick and Len as he strolled into the kitchen, stopping just shy of the doorway to lean against the wall as he watched his former Rogues continue to bicker with one another while they pulled out things to make some PB&J’s.

“S’not like I meant to, Lenny,” Mick grumbled, slamming the jar of peanut butter down, before going about to start slathering some onto the slice of bread.

Instead of answering right away, Len turned to look over at him, shooting Mick a dirty look before covering his own slice of bread in grape jelly, “Should have been more careful.”

Barry felt his lips curve up, stretching into a wide, bright and happy smile, eyes sparkling with amusement as he brought his arms up to cross over his chest as he watched them banter about Len’s former parka.


(To be fair though, Barry mused in his mind, Cisco and Hartley were already working on an upgraded parka for Len, this one promised to be far more fire resistant and better insulated for the man as well.)

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Sweet Christmas.

May Santa bring you all the love and the happiness you deserve.

Merry Christmas everyone ♡




They had just begun the aperitif when her mobile phone buzzed in the pocket of her skirt.

‘im bored’

Riko uncharacteristically snorted after reading her best friend’s message, earning a not-so-happy but curious look from her mother. She waved one of her hands, apologetic, before placing her phone back on her lap. She knew she didn’t need to have it with her on Christmas Eve, but she also knew that You was going to send her texts, asking for her support while they were apart, both spending Christmas Eve with their respective families.

You had never been fond of Christmas.
Riko knew it was because of her father’s absence. He suddenly left, when You was 10 years old, on Christmas Eve, and never came back. He had never been the perfect father, someone who was here for his wife and only daughter -no, far from it. His passion for boats and the sea itself ate him alive,
stole him, so much that he was always elsewhere, on a trip on his own boat. Her wife accepted it, raising their child alone, and always trying to convince herself that one day, he would be here with her and little You.

It happened. Several times a year ; but only for celebrations. It was enough, though. You was always happy to see her father come back -she had always looked up to him. She had always idolized him, his freedom, due to her mother mollycoddling her.

But one day, he left, and for real this time, leaving a deep hole in You’s heart.

Riko snapped out of her reverie when she felt someone gently shaking her arm. It was her cousin, way younger than her, pointing at her mother, who sat in front of her across the table. She signed, 'Who was it?’ -and Riko only traced an anchor in the middle of her collarbone as an answer.

A soft smile from her mother and Riko brightened, clearly knowing that even if it was the aperitif, she had the right to reply to You for the moment. She received a text almost immediately after sending her own answer : 'help me riko-chan’. She giggled, asked how she could help her.

But her eyes widened at You’s third text.

'tell me where u r’

'You-chan, don’t tell me you want to come ?’

'ya’ -and Riko’s golden eyes widened once again.

'But You-chan, I’m in Atami at my aunt’s place, it’s too far !’

'its fine’

She did not have the time to answer that You had already sent her another text, 'ill be fine ill see u after dinner’

'You-chan !!’

But You never typed a seventh message.




Riko hastily grabs her scarf and her jacket as she rushes to the door … Only to be interrupted by her mother, who has just grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop dead in her track.

“Where are you going? It’s past midnight and we haven’t even eaten the Yule log!”

Riko lipreads and quickly signs, 'I’ll explain later, please Mama, I’ll stay in front of the portal’. The adult frowns and reluctantly lets go of her daughter, who gives up and draws the anchor on her collarbone for the second time that night. Her mother arches an eyebrow, surprised, and Riko nods one last time before dashing outside.

'You are crazy You-chan, do you know that’, Riko wildly signs once the door has closed behind her, while she approaches her panting ashen haired best friend, who has just gotten off her bike. 'What about your mother, have you at least told her?’

Under the orangey street light, You nervously rubs the back of her head while giggling -and these are the kind of moments when Riko regrets being deaf.

“I’m sorry, but I really wanted to see you,” Riko lipreads, and her features considerably soften.

'You-chan, you idiot’, the red haired girl signs, before playfully slapping You’s shoulder, eliciting another silent giggle.

“I’m glad I came here, though,” You tenderly smiles at her and, without warning, wraps her arms around the deaf girl, pulling her into a hug.

Riko does not react at first, completely caught off guard, but she soon returns the embrace, her arms now around You’s shoulders whereas she has found a spot in her neck, tucking her head right here. They stay in this position, You basking in Riko’s warmth, and Riko enjoying the slowdown of You’s heartbeat against her nose -she has ridden her bike from her house to here, after all.
The golden eyed girl smiles when a light peck is planted on her hair, and she replies with a soft one on You’s jawline, before the two girls face each other.

Sweet looks are exchanged, shy smiles are shared, and a light blush appears on their cheeks.
As You tightens her grip around her best friend’s slender waist and whispers 'Merry Christmas’, Riko happily closes her eyes and rests her forehead against You’s, both ignorant of the first snowflakes dancing around them.

You’ve changed

Fandom: The Originals

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader

Summary/Request:  ok, reader is a witch that bring kol back to life but she turned evil afterward because she used very dark magic to bring her bf back. only way to restore her humanity is to undo the magic. happy or sad ending is up to u. - Anonymous

Word Count: 2199

Each time Kol died, you felt your heart tear out of your chest. As Kol Mikaelson and Kaleb Westphall. When you fell in love with Kol in his first original body and he was killed by Elena you felt as if your life ended. You loved him with your entire being but when he was taken from you, you went to a bad place. You couldn’t do magic properly, you couldn’t eat properly. You stayed holed up in your apartment not leaving until you ran out of what food you managed to eat. After a while, you decided to leave Mystic Falls and head over to New Orleans. While you were with him you had become close with Rebekah, visiting her helped you finally get over his death. 

It was there when you met Kaleb. It only took him a few weeks to reveal his identity to you and you were over the moon. Even though he wasn’t the Kol you remember, he was the Kol you fell in love with. Your life was good again. The both of you worked on your magic together and had fun until he was cursed by his brother. He was taken from you again and it killed you. You had just got him back. Before he died you vowed to bring him back, even if it was the last thing you would do.

You researched different spells to raise the dead. Most of them were temporary, only allowing the person over for a short period amount of time until they were wrenched away from you again. Only those spells were using light magic. You had heard of dark magic that could bring a person back but it was risky, you could be sucked into the dark. However, you were willing to do what was necessary to get him back. 

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Baby Too Soon | Part 2

I’m sorry it took longer than I hoped to get this out. I’ve been having major writer’s block, but I manage to finally finished this one. I hope you all enjoy it. 

PART 1

word count: 4,095


I’m standing in front of my body length mirror looking down at my unbuttoned pants; I could have sworn these fit me a few days ago. I groan as I try once more to button them up, but I give up quickly when I realize it’s no use. I hear rustling behind me and turn to see Lucas climbing in through the bay window.

“I think I might need new clothes,” I sigh.

He walks closer to me kissing my forehead softly. “I think it’s time we tell your parents.” I don’t say anything. I walk over to my closet kicking off my jeans. I grab a pair of leggings and quickly slide them up, and pull out my flowy blouse that got caught inside. Lucas takes a few steps towards me, “Riley, I don’t know how much longer you think we can hide this. We were supposed to tell them months ago.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi there, didn't Magnussen's MP had all these info about people's pressure points and most of them just have one or two, but Sherlock has, like, a ton. Why is this and why did he chose to pick out John as the target? Why not others?

Ah, what a lovely question. I love answering questions regarding Sherlock’s inner workings because I relate to him so well. And I initially only had a one sentence answer for you, but as I love to elaborate, I shall do that here for you :)

Sherlock actually only has 6 known pressure points (7 after the hospital visit), but it looks like a lot because Magnussen scrolls through them so quickly:

IRENE ADLER (SEE FILE)
JIM MORIARTY (SEE FILE)
REDBEARD (SEE FILE)
HOUNDS OF THE BASKERVILLE
OPIUM
JOHN WATSON
(SOURCE)

And later “MORPHINE” gets added to the list.

The reason for this scrolling visual is stated right in the text of the show (”Very hard to find a pressure point on you, Mr. Holmes”), and it’s true. Sherlock is very, very good at keeping things to himself. Where Sherlock focuses on observation for his information in his mind palace, Magnussen focuses on KNOWN FACTS. Everything in Sherlock’s pressure point list is based on significant events in his life and what is known about them all. This is the “why”, and only solidifies the fact that Sherlock is a very emotionally driven creature. All of these are very sentimental items on his list:

  • Irene forced him to realize his feelings for John were more-than-friends;
  • Sherlock is terrified of Jim Moriarty, who is a constant threat to his and – more importantly – John’s survival;
  • Redbeard was the first thing he loved and lost (based on the theory that Redbeard IS actually the family dog, though it works too if they were actually the other Holmes sibling… for the sake of this meta, I’m basing this on the dog theory);
  • THoB (god, this listing bothers me because seriously the case name is wrong AND that “the” is in the wrong place. There has to be a different reason they screwed that up) is by extension the Fear Drug, which made him realize he actually did feel fear despite his protests, in turn discovering he was terrified of Jim;
  • Sherlock was a heroin addict before he met John, and we later see him succumb to the use in HLV. My theory is Before, it was used because he thought it helped him think clearer (and quite possibly curbed his loneliness), and in HLV, it’s to deal with his loneliness and sense of loss and heartbreak;
  • John, because he loves John more than his own life and will do anything for him;
  • And morphine, to help with the pain of his broken heart in HLV (though that’s just me projecting an emotional reason… Mags’ is probably more clinical like “morphine = drugs = previous drug addict”).

The reason Magnussen says “Redbeard” to Sherlock when they first meet is Mags is checking on the effect of Sherlock’s oldest pressure point, one that indirectly relates the closest to ‘John’.

Crack theory time, but it stay with me: Mags knew Redbeard would affect Sherlock because of Mycroft; I suspect Mycroft’s phones are bugged + Sherlock called Mycroft on John’s wedding day + Mycroft indirectly associates Redbeard’ with John and SHERLOCK UNDERSTANDS and gets visibly upset = Mags knows Sherlock associates Redbeard to John.

So, when Mags uses Redbeard to test for himself, what did Magnussen see? THE EXACT SAME REACTION SHERLOCK HAD WHEN MYCROFT SAID IT ON JOHN’S WEDDING DAY. Sherlock suddenly goes stone-faced and fumbles on his thought train. I am very certain that Magnussen by this time already knew John was his main pressure point, and this just simply confirmed to himself that yes, indeed, John is the pressure point. If anything, Mags was mocking Sherlock, telling him “I know your secret”, but as suspected, Sherlock did not catch it. He’s well aware Sherlock often underestimates his adversaries (Mary, Moriarty, Irene, the Cabbie) so has no reason to expect any different for himself (he essentially rubs it in Sherlock’s face at the end of HLV with his “enormous mistake” comment and subsequent humiliation of John). 

Magnussen is not a stupid man. He knew Sherlock was into drugs for a long time before the cases, and as he said, the drugs thing didn’t fool him in the slightest. He’s a high-ranking media official; he most certainly has read up on his and John’s partnership through all those news stories featured in TRF, and I wouldn’t put it past the creators to, in a future episode, link Mags to a few of the more damning stories (Kitty Reilly, the fabrication of Moriarty’s fake life and exposé, and “confirmed bachelor”, anyone?) It’s no coincidence that Mags is a newspaper magnate in BBCS canon; it will be paralleled in a later episode, I am very certain of it.

So, this all leads me up to answering the second half of your question: “Why did he pick John specifically?”

Because every single one of his pressure points all have one link in common: JOHN WATSON.

  1. IRENE - Through Irene, Sherlock possibly starts to realize his affections for John are a little bit more than friends, and his latent sexuality gets kicked into gear, whether he realizes it on a conscious level or not;
  2. JIM - Moriarty threatened and destroyed everything Sherlock had with John, knew John was Sherlock’s Most Important Person, and knows that John holds Sherlock’s heart, even if Sherlock himself doesn’t realize it. It can also be argued that Jim made Sherlock realize just HOW important John is to him, much to Jim’s annoyance;
  3. REDBEARD - His childhood dog was the last being he gave his love to. As I stated above, for the sake of this meta, I’m going to assume that Redbeard actually was really Sherlock’s dog, and not some of the other brilliant theories currently floating around. John is everything and more to Sherlock that Redbeard was to Sherlock as a child: someone who accepts him unconditionally, loyal to a fault, and defends Sherlock with every fibre of his being, maybe even loves him. There are theories stating that Redbeard departed suddenly or was “taken to a field”, and that departure emotionally scarred Sherlock, possibly turning him off from ever trusting his heart to anyone or thing again. Then along comes an unassuming, broken army doctor with unwavering loyalty and faith in Sherlock. And because Sherlock is, by Moffat’s admission, a very emotional creature, latches on to John to the point of obsession (possibly stemming from his addictive personality, but that’s a whole other meta). The parallels are between John and Redbeard are numerous, but my favourite one that confirms this theory is this: In HLV when Sherlock forces himself to come back to life because he knows John is in danger, the background track… is called Redbeard. If this is not the most blatant game of word association, I don’t know what is;
  4. THoB - was when Sherlock was forced to realize his fear of Moriarty, which links to #2 up above;
  5. With John around, Sherlock has no need for his OPIATES. However, when John gets married, what’s the first thing Sherlock does? Goes back to the drugs, feigning “it’s for a case”. If this was so, Sherlock could have pretended he was on drugs. He didn’t need to actually take them;
  6. MORPHINE - Granted, he’s on it for his pain, but the curious thing about this is he was a known drug addict, why is he on morphine?? I think the writers are intentionally using it as subtext to illustrate his heart is broken, quite literally, by Mary stealing John away from him;
  7. JOHN WATSON - Since day one, Sherlock has been attached to John, and by S3 he has come to terms with this emotional attachment, and acceptance of his love for John. He may not be able to have John, but everything Sherlock has survived for was for John. He kept clean and allowed himself to love; John becomes his entire world (I’m sorry, I’m probably projecting my love for Pining Sherlock here, but I think it’s very much true).

Sherlock literally had to pretend one of his pressure points was stronger than the other because by HLV, after the wedding when he realized he probably had a chance Before and now has lost it, Sherlock knew that John was his main pressure point. If he DIDN’T know what it was, Sherlock would have never needed to fake his drug addiction again. Unfortunately for Sherlock, though, Magnussen thinks two steps ahead all the time, and in turn, Sherlock has once again put John in danger.

And since I’m discussing pressure points, and because no one asked for it, I’d like to bring up why Sherlock was not on John’s list of Known Pressure points. The answer is simple. Above, I stated Magnussen uses only facts to determine pressure points, and up until Sherlock was shot, Magnussen had never seen or known facts about John’s relationship to Sherlock, except for the speculations in the tabloids. It’s interesting to note that in Mags’ mind palace, he deems John as unimportant (under John he lists his status as “UNIMPORTANT”). I think once he sees exactly for himself what John is like when Sherlock is in danger, he changes his mind. We never, ever see John’s file again after the gunshot, so I do not doubt for a second that Sherlock was immediately placed on that list. 

As for his UNIMPORTANT status, well, I don’t think he actually realizes how dangerous John Watson actually is until someone he loves is in danger. Right up until the end, Mags belittles John and humiliates him. He doesn’t think John is worth anything at all.

I hate to burst your bubble, Mags, but John is the ENTIRE SHOW. Sherlock’s name may be on the title card, but John “Nothing Ever Happens to Me” Watson is the reason the whole show exists.

Wow, Nonny, thank you so much for letting me go into more detail about this! It was fun :) I apologize for the delay in a reply, I’ve been adding to it over the past two weeks while at work, LOL. I hope I have answered your question to your liking :)


Some images taken from: John’s Relationship Status
Transcripts from Ariane DeVere’s Sherlock Transcripts

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The storm had started in the middle of the night, and as morning broke it did not let up. The wind howled outside and rain hammered against the window.

Regina had slept restlessly. The lightning kept jerking her out of her sleep. It was eight am, but felt much earlier with how dark it still was. She slipped on her robe and wrapped it tightly around herself - the weather unusually chilly for June, even in a summer storm.

She made her way to the kitchen and started fixing herself a brew of coffee. It was apparent she would be going no where today. And no one would be coming to her.

Thank goodness.

It was getting tiresome. The frequent checkup’s on her ‘wellbeing’. They were poorly disguised.

Just made a whole lot of extra casserole and thought I’d share it around.’

'Neal is driving me crazy and I needed a break while David took a go a taking care of him.’

'Emma said she would have my head if I didn’t come by and make sure you hadn’t gone all 'evil queen’ on our asses again.’

At least Hook had been honest with her.

And to be honest she was… ok.

She was living and breathing, she still had Henry (though last night he had been at Emma’s, and who knew if the storm was going to let up enough for him to safely come around tonight). She was… ok.

Or at the very least… she wasn’t about to force Emma to flee because she put a warrant out for her head on a silver platter.

Regina was looking forward to a day of peace and quiet. Of having a valid excuse to be locked indoors, lie in bed and… just not care about anything. She didn’t need to do her hair… hell, she didn’t even need to shower if she chose not to.

Then the doorbell rang.

She didn’t bother to suppress the groan. Of course they found a way to bother her still. The raging storm was happening outside and they still came around unwelcomed.

Regina quickly prepared her speech, telling them to go away, to go back to their warm home (although she could almost hear Snow, or Tinkerbell pulling out a 'oh no, it looks like it’s getting much worse, I should stay here a couple of hours’). She opened the door and was greeted with… no one…

Until she looked down.

Regina gasped at the little boy, soaked to his very core shivering before her.

'Roland!’ She exclaimed. She ushered him inside without a moment’s hesitation, using her magic to summon a blanket from the living room and wrap around his shaking form. 'Roland what on earth…’

 

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OTP Idea #459

Imagine your OT4 working in the fashion industry. Person A is the manager, Person B is the model, Person C is their fashion designer and Person D is their makeup specialist.

Credit to anon.


A = Vanoss. B = Delirious. C = Wildcat. D = Cartoonz. :D

The ultimate ship name = H2OVANCATOONZ.

Vanoss whines all the time because nobody really takes him seriously anymore. He’ll burst in the room and yell “the show is starting in five minutes!” But everybody is just lounging around playing on their phones and ignoring him.

Delirious does whatever the fuck he wants to. Feels like going out for coffee in the middle of a show? Fuck yeah! “Delirious! Where the hell are you going? You still have three more sets to go through! What do you mean ‘I’ll be right back’?! The curtain’s already opening! Delirious!!”

Wildcat comes up with the best outfits (that all somehow have a bit of blue to them). And when no one’s looking he sews bows into the back of Delirious’ coat. He just plays rock music and chills in the break room while Delirious is onstage because “he’s got this man”.

Cartoonz knows all about which makeups are best for what type, and he will fight you over the ‘summer skin’ thing. To no surprise, he’s the one giving Delirious a ride to the Starbucks next door, and laughs with Delirious as Vanoss freaks out and sends a million and one texts begging them to come back. (And then yelling at them for pulling this shit like they always do.)

They sleep on two king sized beds placed side by side in one giant studio apartment, and have too many pets for this relationship.

Vanoss always walks around in his underwear while cooking breakfast and singing bad showtunes. (The neighbors get quite a view because of the large, balcony sized windows lining the apartment.) He doesn’t want to admit he lifts weights, but there’s two small dumbbells hidden under the couch that everyone pretends to not know about.

Wildcat usually has to be pulled out of bed, and doesn’t notice much of anything until he’s had his coffee. Which they’ve all taken advantage of at one point or another. (Once, by webbing off the kitchen with pink silly string that he just walked into without a fuck, strands hanging everywhere off his shoulders, chest, and hair. Another time, Cartoonz duck taped doggie treats to the insides of Wildcat’s pants, and the man didn’t even notice all the dogs chewing on his legs until his second cup of coffee.)

Delirious is a heavy sleeper, and loves to lay on top of people and cuddle. (Much to the pain of Vanoss’ early business meetings that he can never get to on time because Delirious is holding tight to his leg and Wildcat’s at the same time and there’s just no hope of getting free.) He stays up late watching cartoons and anime with whoever is still up, and texts Noogla and Moo everything he can think of until they’re all begging him to go to bed.

Cartoonz has a motorcycle that he loves so much he keeps it in the bedroom (as much as Wildcat hates it), and spends every evening polishing it, and cooing over it. (Wildcat mocked him once, saying if he babied it anymore the damn thing would be wearing diapers. So when they all woke up to a giant Huggie’s diaper covering the seat of the thing, Cartoonz lunged at WIldcat until Delirious’ hysterical giggles clued him in to the real culprit.)

Cartoonz and Wildcat have a bit of a rivalry, and it didn’t help anything when Delirious threw a bucket of mud on them both and told them to get naked and wrestle. (Although they did both tackle him at the same time and tickled him until he nearly peed himself with laughter, their hands slick with mud sliding everywhere until everyone was aroused and out of breath.)

Vanoss doesn’t really care about too much, they all give him too much stress in the work place to worry about any personal stuff, and he knows that they know how much he cares. (But still, the loop-sided cookies at 3am from Cartoonz bring a sigh of relief after he misses another impromptu make-out session.)

There’s four controllers and a game system hooked up to their tv, and they’ve gone through so damn many controllers, someone is always playing something. (Especially after they’ve just all fucked each other’s brains out so hard nobody can really walk yet, so they need something to do and someone grabs a controller and throws the others across the bed, and they just sit there and play for all hours of the night and day.)

Wildcat always wants to turn on Runway shows, but he gets so loud yelling at the tv about designers who couldn’t stitch to save their fucking life that someone always tackles him for the remote.

Cartoonz is a lousy cook, and always wanders off in the middle of whatever he’s making so much so that there’s now three alarms in the kitchen (just in case the first two don’t catch the fire fast enough).

And Delirious loves to walk around in the nude at the worst times. Like that time when Vanoss was skype-chatting a potential gig in London in the kitchen and Delrious just strolled in, buck-naked, and bent down at the fridge to get some leftovers. His ass high in the air for all to see. (Surprisingly, or not, the man on the other side of the call quickly flushed red and promptly agreed to sign them on.)

Didn't Want To (Garrett) *Request*
In this imagine you are dating Garrett but your a werewolf and you find out that he is killing people. I know he’s dead but I’m still posting this.Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130112602 “I don’t get it,” You shout tears welling up in your eyes. “Why me? Why my family?” Lydia, Malia, and Derek were about as confused as you were. You were the only alpha born wolf in Beacon Hills and the only one with an alive werewolf family, which would make sense as to why your on the deadpool. “Hey, its going to be ok. We’re not going to let them hurt you.” Derek says pulling you into a tight hug. You’ve known Derek since birth and he was your big brother figure. You pull yourself together and remember that your the badass alpha in town. “How much am I on there for?” You ask pulling away from Derek. “20 million.” Scott says. “Well that makes me feel a little better,” You say trying to lighten the mood. Suddenly, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket and when you pull it out theres a text from Garrett, your boyfriend on the screen. Games starting. Where are you? :( It reads. On my way :) You reply before grabbing you bag. “I have to go, I’m sorry can we talk about this later?” Everyone nods and gives you a hug. You walk to your car and drive to the school for the lacrosse game, but when you get there all you see is someone laying on the ground.  “Garrett.” You whisper to yourself. You run towards the field panicked but then you feel someone grab you and pull you to the side. Your eyes meet with Garrett’s blue ones, “Oh thank god your ok,” You say pulling him into a hug. “Im sorry I was late.” “Its fine.” He says, but then you notice a something on his shirt. “Garrett, whats that?” You ask pointing to it, even though you already know it is blood. “It’s nothing, I just had a nose bleed before the game.” He lies but you nod, not questioning him. “Ok, well do you want a ride home? Im assuming the game is over.” “Yeah it is, and sure.” He replies wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close. When you get home, before you can even get out of your car you get a text from Scott telling you to get over there quick. You pull up to Scott’s house and see Stiles’ jeep in the driveway. You focus your hearing and can hear them talking about Garrett. You let your self into Scott’s house and go to his room. “What is it?” You question. “We know who one of the assassin is.” Scott says. “Well, who is it?” You raise your eyebrows. “Garrett.” Stiles replies looking down. You stumble back and lean against the wall, feeling as a ton of brick has just hit you. “You sure?” You question a few seconds later and they just nod. “Shit what am I going to do?” “Break up with him!” Stiles yells like its the obvious choice but you shake your head. “I can’t.” You say. “He might not give you the chance to! Y/N, what you don’t understand is that you are next. Your name is next and then your families, we have to figure out a plan and you have to break up with him!” Stiles continues to yell. “Stiles calm down, its going to be ok.” Scott says placing a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Sorry, I just don’t want to see anyone else killed.” “Were not going to let anyone else get hurt, ok?” Scott says as Stiles nods. “I’ll do it,” You lie. “I have to go.” You turn to leave but Scott grabs your wrist. “No. Do it now, so that we know your actually going to.” He says as Stiles nods in agreement. “No.” You say as you rip your hand away and flash your red eyes. You walk out and drive home. You had a plan, it wasn’t very good but it was a plan. *3 Weeks Later* Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=130361373 You finish taking off your makeup and are about to walk out of the bathroom but you can sense somethings wrong. You slowly open the bathroom door that leads to your room and you see a figure standing there. You tense up but as the figure approaches you can see that its Garrett. “Garrett? What are you doing here?” You question as you notice a hand behind his back causing you to remain tense. “I came to see why your ignoring me,” He says sadly walking closer as you take a step back. “What did I do wrong.” You take a deep breath and then tell him. “I know your killing people who are on the deadpool.” “Scott told you, huh?” You nod. “Look it’s hard to explain why but I hope you know that I’d never hurt you or your family or your friends. Ok?” “Im sorry,” You say shaking your head. “I just-“ “Shhh,” He says putting his index finger to your lip. “It’s ok. I brought you something.” He pulls out a bouquet of roses and hands them to you. “Oh my gosh Garrett.” You say pulling him into a hug. “I love you. Please don’t ignore me again, I missed you.” “Trust me I didn’t want to ignore you.” He looks at you confused but before he can say anything you pull him into a kiss.  “What do you mean, you didn’t want to?” He asks when you pull away. “Doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that I love you.” A/N I hope everyone liked this. Im starting a new story but I’m not sure if I want it to be Derek or Stiles so please message me you choice. Stiles or Derek?