freddyowp  asked:


*Nightmare stays perfectly still and blushes* “I-I’m already dealin’ with enough right now why ya gotta do this- And what’s so amazin’ about fur, anyways?!”

Nightmare is floofy: 5/10

Nightmare doesn’t have gloves on: 1/10

‘Because she likes people,’ said the witch, striding ahead.  'She cares about 'em.  Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of a servant.  Now THAT’S what I call magic–seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on.  It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ 'em safely on their way…and then cleanin’ 'em up, layin’ 'em out, making 'em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets–which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted–and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door 'cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and going out again….  We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better'n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart.  THAT is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is.  The soul and center!'  Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand hammering out her words.  'The…soul…and…CENTER!’

Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence.  Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling.

'And Mrs Earwig,’ said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking to a growl, 'Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and…and toys, nothing but TOYS!'  She sniffed.  'Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, THE START AND FINISH, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge.  Even people you don’t like.  Stars is easy, people is hard.’

She stopped talking.  It was several seconds before birds began to sing again.

'Anyway, that’s what I think,’ she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.
—  Terry Pratchett, “A Hat Full of Sky”
Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!

Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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anonymous asked:

I have a feeling Wally's "I'm outta here" phrase is going to be the next "Hello!...hello hello?" from FNaF. It's ironic since Phone guy loves to work at Freddy's while Wally hates his job of having to clean up all the ink.

Now all I can think about is what a conservation between the two would be like.

arachne-bride  asked:

Americans are taught to equate having a bloodline to BEING of that personage. so having Scottish blood and being Scottish are two totally different things, but it's not defined well. Fun story: I was sure that I had Irish blood for ages, but kept figuring out that different bloodlines were actually by marriage, including my maiden name. I was maybe 21-22 and lamenting to my mom, and I paraphrase, "Your grandmother's maiden name was super Irish, you dumbass. I could have told you years ago."

Aye, I’m aware. And I dinnae much care for it but I’m stuck dealin with it on a nigh on daily basis from people trying to cherry pick the history of my country like we’re a mythical fairy tale instead of a diverse nation of many cultures with a proud and often flawed history beyond shortbread and Braveheart.

I also don’t like how my history is used over here and referenced as “White Cultural Pride” because that sounds like something a nazi would say while wearing a ren-faire kilt. And that just makes my skin crawl.


[text] It stands for rest in fucking pieces you scrubs

[text] fuck jeff

[text] I’m gay

[text] That’s gay

[text] alien dead in miami

[text] I don’t trust anyone in this chat

[text] wow that’s #rude i’m Innocent

[text] no custom restrictions on sodium-based goods

[text] she’s attacking my toes and legs with the narwhal

[text] ur doing me a murder

[text] my typo senses tingled


[text] I’m wheexing

[text] Gay recognizes Gay

[text] I hate English

[text] shout out to the brownie/cookie hybrids at safeway

[text] ___ is a gun lesbian, not a bear lesbian

[text] in flavortown we all are witnesses

And now, the show you’ve all been waiting for... Kaz Brekker (Alexander Hamilton)

Rollins: How does a penniless, orphan, son
of the harbor
dropped in the middle of a
Forgotten spot in Ketterdam’s alleyways
off East Stave
and alone
Grow up to be a legend well-known?
Matthias: Dirtyhands, the man
who would do anything
Got a lot farther by working a lot
By being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen,
he had been arrested
four times (What!)
Inej: And every day while slaves were
being slaughtered and carted
Away across the waves,
he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he had one mission to accomplish
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
Wylan: And when he found out who
Jakob Hertzoon really was
Our man saw his future drip,
dripping down the drain
He knew he needed a plan
needed more than one man
Vowed to take Rollins down
brick by brick
Jesper: Well, the word got around,
they said, “This kid is insane, man”
The Dregs needed a man to get them outta the wasteland
“Don’t need an education
to play this game, and
The world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?”
Kaz: Kaz Brekker
My name is Kaz Brekker
And there’s four million kruge I haven’t earned
But just you wait, just you wait…
Kuwei: When he was nine his father died,
crushed by a plow,
on the farm they’d sell
Few months later, see Kaz and his brother
Half-dead, hopin’ death would come quick
not brick by brick
Company: And Kaz got better but his brother went quick
Nina: Took a boy’s pants,
an’ took a boy’s job
Left him with nothin’ but ruined pride,
something new inside
A voice saying
Nina & Company: “Kaz you gotta fend for yourself”
Nina: He started learnin’ an’ takin’ every job that he could find
Rollins: There would have been nothin’ left to do
For someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute
Without a cent of restitution
Started workin’; searchin’ for his late brother’s deceiver
Findin’ that he’s dealin’ with the most merciless creature
Rollins & Company: Scrammin’
Rollins: for every deck o’ cards he gets his hands on
Rollins & Company: Plannin’
Rollins: for the future see him now as he stands on (Oooh…)
The doorstep of the Slat callin’ on their old man
In Ketterdam you can be a new man
Company: In Ketterdam you can
Be a new man (Just you wait…)
In Ketterdam you can
Be a new man (Just you wait…)
In Ketterdam you can be a new man-
Women: In Ketterdam-
Men: Ketterdam-
Kaz: Just you wait!
Company: Oh, Kaz Brekker
(Kaz Brekker)
We are waiting in the wings for you
(Waiting in the wings for you)
You could never back down
And always took your sweet time!
Oh, Kaz Brekker
(Kaz Brekker)
When the Dregs sing of you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote the game?
The world will never be the same, oh
Rollins: They’re comin’ outta the Barrel now
See if you can spot him
Men: Just you wait
Rollins: Another street rat
Comin’ up from the bottom
Company: Just you wait
Rollins: His enemy destroyed his life
An’ almost forgot him
Wylan, Nina, Jesper: We fought with him
Matthias: Me? I died for him
Kuwei: Me? I trusted him
Inej: Me? I loved him
Rollins: And me? I’m the damn fool that crossed him
Company: There’s four million kruge I haven’t earned
But just you wait!
Rollins: What’s your name man?
All: Kaz Brekker!

anonymous asked:

Can you give me some hcs of allen kanda lavi and tyki with their sweet and bubbly 4'11 s/o please (I'm so short lol X'D), would they tease her or use her as an armrest, thank you in advance :3

No problem, anon. 

Sorry this was a bit late though. Juggling with universities assignments deadline but I’ve been working on it in between time. Hope you like it. 


✭ *cue eye sparkles* He’s freaking thrilled… For all the years, he had always been the shortest but you…you were even shorter than him!

✭ Bristles and super pissed off when Kanda calls the two of you beansprouts and beansprouts couples even when you don’t even feel slighted about it. 

✭ Pissed off if someone made fun of you because of your height. 

✭ Very reluctant to use you as an armrest. He knows how disrespectful it is and only does it when you assure him that it’s absolutely fine. 

✭ Loves to hug you from behind. Practically enjoys the feeling of his arms loosely around your neck and shoulders and your head tucked under his chin. Mostly how the two of you cuddle too. 

✭ Never leave the two of you in a crowded place. The two of you instantly get lost and he couldn’t even find you when he can’t even see through the crowd. There was only one way, he had to go down and by all the good and sweet merciful things in the world, may he not get trampled on. 

✭ Which means the next time, he would hold on tightly to your hand so that you won’t get lost again. 

✭ He always like it when you ambush him from behind, jumping up as far as you can and strapping your hands around his neck whenever he came back from a mission. He would pretend to be shocked or caught off guard but he would always know that it’s you. 

✭ Unconsciously found himself patting your head. 

✭ The two of you form a tag team with you on his shoulders whenever the two of you need to reach something from high up. Have never drop you before.

✭ Loves your sweet bubbly attitude because you were completely genuine. It cheers him up in his worst days and at times reminds him that he have someone who loves him for who he is. 


♟ Have no reaction to your height except when the two of you were first introduced to each other. “Great…Another Beansprout.” 

♟ Nicknames…If Allen was Beansprout, you would be something like shortie, shrimp or half pint. To which you will pout and exclaim that you’re fun sized! No one can reach down for a penny faster than you. 

♟ He’s not a very touchy feely person and tends to like his personal space so there won’t be that much PDA, armresting or otherwise. But doesn’t mean that he isn’t up for it. When he’s in a good mood or when you’re feeling down, he would pat your head and sometimes you swear that you catch him smiling. 

♟ When injured and have difficulty moving, he would put all his weight on you as you haul him off to infirmary or the bed. You were practically his crutch. 

♟ Secretly beats off people who made fun of you for your height. He was the only one that could do that. 

♟ Bends down for you to kiss him only when you use your greatest weapon,  your puppy eyes. No one can resist the puppy eyes. 

♟Enjoys watching you struggle to reach high shelves. He won’t lift a finger unless he’s in a bad mood or you beg him. 

♟ When people look to see the two of you: with your bubbly personality and his sullen and grumpy one, they would have to wonder how in the world did the two of you feel for each other? Well, sometimes, opposite attracts. 


✏ This guy…he’s a chronic arm rester. It’s already obvious the way he treat Allen whenever he’s around and when you’re his short lover that little thing became his habit. One time he even arm rest his arm on Gramps’s head and that earned him quite the kick. But he will never stop doing it. (Why?…he’s addicted to skinship).

✏ He likes teasing you about your height but unlike Tyki’s or Kanda’s who were slightly mocking you, his teasings were more like endearment and done in good nature. 

✏ Noogies. Oh the noogies. Your hair never failed to get messed up by him. 

✏ The time to surprise you from behind by grabbing your waist and spin you round and round whenever he spotted you. 

✏ Automatically grabs things off the shelves for you but when he’s feeling mischievous, he might lift you up himself. 

✏ They two of you were a match in personality. Both happy go lucky and sunshine, sweets and candy (though with Lavi, there’s a hint of wildfire) 

✏ Accomplices in pranks, he would always let you do the sneaky stuff while he distract his victims. And when the plans go well, the two of you will be laughing till your stomachs hurt. But you won’t allow any type of pranks that would hurt or traumatise others though. It goes against your moral code. 

✏ Secretly jealous of your genuine bubbly and sweet personality. He was always hiding behind a mask and he sometimes wonder what will happen if he showed his true self like you did. 


♝ Teasing you for your height is the shinning moment of his everyday. There were days where you won’t be bothered but most of the time you would have cute reactions like pouting or protesting (he loves those the most)

♝ Calls you sweet pea because you were sweet. 

♝Loves the fact that he towers over you. 

♝ Sometimes places his top hat onto you because you looked adorable. 

♝ Use your head and shoulders as an armrest whenever he’s forced to listen to lectures, the Millennium Earl or any kind of long boring reports. 

♝ Like Kanda, he would want to watch you as you struggle to reach to high places. Unfortunately for you, he placed everything in high places for his amusement. When he’s not around though, he would leave a stepladder around (one that he attempted to present you on your birthday). 

♝ He thinks that your bubbly and sweet personality is adorable. He’ll shade and protect you from the world but there’s a tiny part of him that was too curious….too curious about how much it will take for you to lose that innocence. 

Collision Course - Part Ten

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven,
Part Eight, Part Nine

This is the last installment save for the Epilogue. I hope you all have enjoyed the ride. - Mod Lenny

Ian insisted Jamie ride out with him to look over the fields and give his opinions.

“Ian, I ken ye know what ye’re about wi’ runnin’ the estate,” Jamie finally interrupted as they sat on their horses looking out over a field of flourishing barley. “And it doesna matter that ye brought me out here away from the house and Jenny––I’m no tellin’ ye about what happened. I said I didna want to talk about it and I’m no goin’ to. It doesna matter anymore anyway. Murtagh will be back today or the next and then I’ll be off again.”

“And will ye be sending us as little word of where ye are or what ye’re about as ye did before?” Ian asked with a scolding edge that would have left Jamie feeling ashamed if he weren’t still so numb. “Whatever it is that’s happened to ye this last… it doesna excuse yer silence the last four years.”

“I told ye what Dougal told me about Jenny,” Jamie objected.

“That explains it; it doesna excuse it,” Ian clarified. “Jenny and I will take care of Lallybroch as if it were our own and ye ken that well; it’s been her home longer than it’s been yers. But I think we both deserve a bit of honesty from ye, aye? A bit more respect than what ye’ve shown.”

“Ye’re startin’ to sound like Jenny,” Jamie remarked, the corner of his mouth ticking up a fraction.

“No, Jenny would have called ye a stubborn and ungrateful arse.”

“She already did. Ye were off dealin’ wi’ Ross the smith, gettin’ him to reshoe my horse.” Jamie reached down to pat Dóchas’ neck and the horse stamped her foot and raised her head, shaking it like a nod.

Ian sat straighter in his saddle, squinting in the direction of the house. “Ye said Murtagh ought to be back today?” Ian asked, settling down again.

“Aye.” Jamie peered in the direction Ian had been looking, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the sun.

“Was he off to fetch someone for ye?”

There were two riders slowing on the road as they approached Lallybroch’s main yard in the distance.

“Claire?” Jamie breathed, his heart breaking into an excited gallop as he turned Dóchas back the way they’d come and spurred her forward.

As soon as they entered the yard, Claire began calling for Jamie.

Murtagh dismounted and walked over to help Claire down from her horse while her eyes scanned the windows of the large stone building––Lallybroch.

“Jamie!” Claire called heading for the door.

A young boy darted out from it in front of her soon followed by a woman about Claire’s own age, shorter and her hair darker and sleeker.

“Get back inside ye wee––” Jenny scolded her son before spotting Claire and stopping abruptly in her pursuit. “Oh… And… who might you be?” Suspicion lay heavy in her voice and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m looking for Jamie,” Claire said quickly, her attention flitting from Jenny to the child to Murtagh where he had already unpacked her medicine box and had the horses by the reins, leading them toward the stables. “My name is Claire… Claire Fraser.”

“Fraser?” Jenny’s suspicion visibly turned to bewilderment and her focus shifted from Claire to Murtagh.

“Are you Jenny? You are. You’re his sister, aren’t you?” Claire said desperately and with relief as she stepped forward. “Where is he? Where’s Jamie?”

“And you, Murtagh,” Jenny said loudly, ignoring Claire and getting Murtagh to stop and face her. “Where do ye think ye’re sneakin’ off to? Is this lass… is she sayin’ she’s  Jamie’s wife?”

From the other side of the yard came the sounds of two horses approaching and Jamie’s loud cries of, “Claire!”

“Jamie?!” Claire screamed trying not to trip over her skirts as she ran towards the noise.

“Claire!” Jamie cried as he was off Dóchas before the horse had come to a safe stop.

As Claire threw herself into Jamie’s arms, the rest of the world fell away. Tears of joy and relief streamed down her cheeks and soaked into his coat where she buried her face. She could feel him murmuring her name in disbelief into her hair as they took a few moments to just soak each other in.

“Why, Claire?” Jamie finally asked pulling back from her to look at her face. She could see the wetness in his eyes, the confusion and the relief. “Why did ye no go?”

“I couldn’t,” she said simply, raising a hand to cup his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into her touch.

“I’m sorry, lass,” he whispered.

“What? No, I didn’t mean… I meant I couldn’t leave you––I didn’t want to. I was there with Frank at the stones but when the moment came… I couldn’t make myself do it. I chose to stay here… I choose you,” she murmured, her hand slipping back into his hair, taking a firm hold.

“Me? Ye mean…”

She swallowed hard against the butterflies crawling their way up from her stomach. “I love you,” she whispered.

There was a flicker in Jamie’s glistening eyes that might have been surprise before he bent his forehead to hers. “And I… love you,” he whispered back, then rubbed the tip of his nose down the length of hers before kissing her in a way that made every hair on her body stand on end as it shivered through her down to her toes.

They gradually became aware of Murtagh clearing his throat loudly. He gave Jamie a nod towards Jenny and Ian before turning to continue bringing the horses to the stables, his beard barely concealing his satisfied smile.

“Would ye care to introduce us?” Jenny suggested with unveiled impatience. Ian made a noise of embarrassment or rebuke beside her.

“Right,” Jamie started out of his reverie. He gently slipped his hand into Claire’s, twining their fingers together tightly as he led her over to his family. “Jenny… Ian… This is Claire… my wife. I told ye about Jenny, Sassenach; Ian is her husband. We were lads together––and fought in France just after my Da passed.”

Claire reached a hand towards Ian who glanced briefly at Jamie before shaking it and nodding a welcome to Claire.

“And you’re expecting,” Claire nodded down to Jenny’s belly where the subtle swell could still easily be overlooked. It quickly became apparent that Jamie hadn’t noticed. “When are you due?”

“No till after the harvest comes in,” Jenny admitted, flushing under Jamie’s stunned gaze. “Come inside wi’ ye then. Ye’ve been on the road some time, I can see. Will do ye good to be able to wash and get something warm in yer belly. When ye’ve had a chance to settle, perhaps you can tell us a bit about where ye come from and just how ye come to be married to Jamie here.”

Jamie showed Claire up to his rooms and stayed with her while she tidied herself and they devised a story that would hopefully satisfy Jenny and Ian. Over an early supper and with Murtagh contributing through nods and grunts of confirmation, Jamie and Claire fumbled their way through as much of the truth as they dared share. The circumstances of Claire’s arrival at Leoch and surrounding their wedding remained intact.

“We stumbled on some Red Coats––likely those searching for the deserters I’d… disposed of,” Jamie explained, looking to Claire for support. “It was chance as much as anything that Captain Randall wasna among them when we met them but we figured it was likely just a matter of time before word reached him of meeting us and the bodies of the deserters were discovered.”

“We were afraid that the Captain would see it as an opportunity to be seized––pin more crimes on Jamie and take me in as well as some sort of accomplice,” Claire said, her nerves making her talk faster than usual.

“I told her she go to her late husband’s family, that they’d likely be better able to protect her than I could if the price on my head grew… So I left her behind wi’ Murtagh to see her off. I thought it would be safer should I go and perhaps draw the Red Coats after me.”

“But when it came down to it… I don’t know them to trust them and… Jamie’s my husband now. Where he goes, I go,” Claire explained, her focus rooted in Jamie’s eyes.

They were too absorbed in each other to notice the looks Jenny and Ian exchanged across the table. From the set of Jenny’s mouth, it was obvious that she didn’t believe a fraction of the tale they told. But glancing back from the Laird and his Lady to her own husband, Jenny’s expression softened to match Ian’s.

Jamie was an entirely different man from the one he’d been that morning. The cloud that had hung about him since he’d reappeared was gone; there was a light in his eyes and she couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen him smile so much––possibly not since their brother had been alive. There was a similar light in this woman’s––Claire’s––face when she looked at Jamie. Whatever they were hiding, Jenny decided it didn’t matter; what mattered to her was that her brother was home and happy, even if he would be leaving again soon.

Jamie and Claire retired to their room shortly after supper, pleading Claire’s need to rest and recover from her journey––returning from Craigh na Dun had taken half as long in Claire’s eagerness to be with Jamie again.

The door had only just closed behind them before they were in each other’s arms again, tugging at clothes and moving naturally toward the bed. The mattress was suddenly there pressing against the backs of Claire’s legs. She sat and hitched one leg up on the frame so that her skirts started falling away as she reached for Jamie’s belt. His arousal was already prominent beneath the soft, worn wool of his kilt. He took hold of her wrists and stalled her.

“No, Claire.” His voice was low and rough. “No like this. I’ll have ye naked.” Letting her wrists go, he set to work loosening the knot at the top of her bodice. She leaned back on the bed and succumbed to the feel of his hands working over her as he slowly stripped away each layer she wore.

As her last petticoat fell, she moved to stand reaching for the clasp of his belt once more. “Now you,” she told him. From the belt she moved to the buttons of his waistcoat, smoothing the fabric down his torso with her hands first.

At last, Jamie raised Claire’s shift up and over her head then reached up and pulled the pins and ties from her hair until he could bury his fingers in it. She caught his wrist as he traced the curl of one thick tendril from root to tip. Turning his wrist around, her thumb found the freshly healed scar from where Dougal’s blade had sliced the skin. The line it made was clean compared to the rough scabs of the scratches and scrapes from his accident in the woods.

“Blood of my blood,” Claire said quietly, tracing the fine line.

Jamie brought that same hand to her chin, his thumb running along the line of her jaw as her fingers continued to massage the flesh of his wrist and hand.

“Bone of my bone,” he whispered in response before bending to kiss her.

His hands were eager as they ran down the soft curves of her body before tightening around her waist and lifting her off the ground. She clung tight to his back as he bore her down on the bed, settling between her legs but keeping his weight on his forearms on either side of her.

She trailed her fingers up and down his spine, delighting as he shivered. The heat from his body––balanced so carefully above hers but barely skimming her surface––enveloped her and penetrated her, warming her bones as she was aware of the solid heaviness of him between her legs.

“I give you my body,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider and arching towards him, gasping as he pressed back against her and filled her. “That we two may be one,” she finished, her voice fainter than before.

Jamie caressed her cheek while staying still as long as he could within her. “I give ye my spirit,” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers while tracing the shape of her ear and then from her earlobe down along her neck, “till our life shall be done.”

He started to move as he bent his head to kiss her again, capturing her sigh before it could leave her lips.

“Ye’re mine,” he told her, punctuating the statement with a deep rock into her. “Mine alone… mine forever.”

“Yes,” Claire panted in agreement, her fingers digging into the firm, tight flesh of his lower back, her legs twining with his.

“My wife… my Sassenach,” Jamie grunted, his pace increasing as he drove himself harder and Claire’s hands drifted lower to the flexing muscles of his buttocks, her fingernails digging hard enough to leave marks.

“Yes,” she panted again.

“Mo nighean donn… mo chridhe… mo graidh,” he continued in Gaelic.

“Yes… And what about… you?” she sighed. “Who… do you… belong to?”

“You, Sassenach,” Jamie said, pressing his forehead to hers as he bit his lip and changed his rhythm yet again, slowing himself to stave off his release until he could bring her with him. “I’m yers… for always.”

Claire cried out as her thighs suddenly clenched around his hips, trapping him deep within her as her self shattered and scattered, leaving her trembling next to the exposed rawness of Jamie’s shattered self. She saw only him looking deep into the very soul of her as the throbbing pulse of their bodies synchronized from the blood in their veins to the breath in their lungs.

The sweat began to cool on her breasts and stomach sending a shuddering chill through her flesh.

This was why she couldn’t go, what she needed so desperately it was worth sacrificing everything and everyone she’d known in her time. It couldn’t be explained, it could only be experienced, and she’d only ever experienced it with Jamie. The recognition in his eyes, the understanding…

Claire raised her head without taking her eyes off of him until her lips met his, tender and warm, a little wet as his tongue darted out to taste her.

“I love you.”

Tha gaol agam ort.

anonymous asked:

Hi, can you do a hc about the rfa (and v and saeran, if you write about them) on a mc that they have met before when she was drunk and was flirting with them really smoothly? And then the storylines happens and she doesn't remember them but they do?

(*´ω`*) np! I wonder if I’d flirt when drunk….So far when I’m tipsy I just get really stubborn. I think the RFA would have a handful dealin with me, haha!


-When he finally met you in person, he suddenly realized why your voice seemed so familiar.

-You were that chick from about a month back!

-But…You didn’t seem embarrassed? You just smiled and joked just like you did on the chat (albeit with a bit more blushing). Did you even remember?

-He sure did. He remembered just hanging out with his fellow co-actors, just relaxing at a local bar he enjoyed and having a few beers. He was used to women coming up to him and trying to flirt, but uh…Not drunk women who didn’t realize who he was.

-”You- You know? You look a LOT, like a LOT, like this actor guy dude from the local theater. God, you should just see that dude. His name is? Is uh. Zenny? Something I can’t fucking, remember…But god I’d lick his abs, he’s so handsome. You look like that guy man! That cool guy. That beautiful dude.

-Oh my god. He felt so fucking embarrassed for you. You just kept going and going, not realizing the whole time, until your friends finally dragged you back home.

-He thought of that scene a few times, but oh my god, your friends never told you? (GOOD FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS)

-He decided NOT to bring it up then, not when the two of you were finally meeting in person for the second first time. 

-(A few weeks later, he finally brought it up. Your face was so red as you called your friends for confirmation. When they finally admitted what had happened, you just stood in embarrassed Shock. Until Zen finally admitted you were the one girl who managed to flirt with him at a bar and he actually got interested in you.)


-Jumin had given her so ‘free’ time. Which was, of course, allowing her to go on a wine tasting event with him. It was a bit better than working (and he’d probably have her set up a few meetings anyway), so she agreed.

-She didn’t drink often, but she could see how some lightweights could become overwhelmed with the all the samples.

-At least, that’s the excuse she came up for you. God, as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she instantly remembered how drunk you had gotten at that simple wine tasting event. But you didn’t remember her? It stung a little, but you were…Very. Very drunk.

-She remembered you trying to casually walk towards her. She thought you were wanting to talk to her about Jumin, praying that it wasn’t about how you could get a date with him. But when you slid your arm around hers and slurred, she nearly had her heart stop.

-”You-You are literally the only pretty person here. These dudes are so uuugly. Oh my god, how come rich guys can’t even look decent half the time. Do you like girls? I like girls. I’m a girl. You’re a girl. Lets. Lets hang out. Blow this popsicle stands. We’ll have fun.”

-When security dragged you away (Jumin’s doing, with light murmurs of complaints from him), Jaehee had to try her best not to blush and laugh.

-You were cute, but oh my god she had never been flirted with like that.

-As the two of you started dating, she never, ever mentioned it. Not until about a year later after a night you had gotten tipsy again, and thankfully you two just laughed together about it.


-As soon as he heard you voice, he knew it was familiar. A nice one, something that didn’t urk him that much.

-Seeing you in person made him immediately want to ban all wine from the RFA party. How you were so shameless he never understood.

-A few months back, he had attended an event that allowed for extra guests to be brought. He didn’t really remember which one. He had went to so many they just blurred together at times.

-He did, however, remember clearly of a drunken woman suddenly grasping his arm. He immediately was annoyed, thinking it was some other woman who had tried flirting with him earlier, but when it was someone new, he gave you a moment to talk.

- “These rich dudes are so. Boring. Are you boring too? You look cool. You look…Cool. Not borin’. Not borin’ at alllllll. Do you wanna be not boring together? Like. The dude who brought me doesn’t even know where I am. Fuck em. Fuck em all. I’d even fuck you if you’d lemme.”

-Oh my god.

-Security had came and gotten you later, and he just sighed and fixed his sleeve. He thought you were ridiculous. 

-So at the RFA party, when you said you were introducing yourself the first time, he called you out on it. It wasn’t the first time you two had met.

-He ended up going in full detail, exactly what you said, how your hair was messed up, how everything about you was just. Embarrassing.

-Your first RFA party was filled with many embarrassing moments after that, especially from a teasing Seven.


-He was just hanging out with Zen when the drunk you came sauntering up, looking strangely confident and slightly confused.

-He almost pulled his phone out, getting ready to film what was possibly Zen’s most embarrassing moment.

-Instead, his hands froze when you passed by Zen and went directly to him.

-“You’re. You’re weird lookin. Not in a bad way though. Like. You look weird but cool. Cute. Yeaaah. I like redheads. Are you into girls? Or guys? Because i wanna. I wanna take ya out.”

-Omg. He was dying. He never really had this happen before, and Zen’s shocked expression was totally worth it.

-Before he could give you a reply, your friends finally found you and pulled you away while spouting apologies.

-So when he found out exactly who you were when he did his background check, he laughed so hard

-He wouldn’t bring it up with the others around (Maybe Zen), but he’d tease the FUCK outta you about it.

-“I guess you got what you wanted, huh?”


-Poor baby. He’d NEVER bring it up to you, except on his deathbed.

-He had finally agreed to go to the bar Zen wanted to take him to. He was a bit nervous because of how often he was being carded. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking!!

-Of course, to make matters worse, there were girls flirting with Zen constantly. He was just here as a third wheel!

-He watched as another girl kinda. Stumbled over to Zen. Great. He couldn’t even have drunk girls- Oh god she was going to him, not Zen!

-“Heyaaa, cutie? You’re preeeetty young, huh? Barely able to get in here huh? Hahaha.. but you’re so so cute. Hey, cutie, gimme your phone number! I’ll be your girlfriend!”

-Oh my god. Oh. My god. He was mortified. Even Zen was watching! Oh my god.

-Before he could gather the courage to respond, he saw a few girls come and drag you away, full of scolding and giggles.

-That night, Zen just laughed and patted your back.

-Of course Zen wasn’t laughing now as Yoosung kissed you, vowing to keep that memory to himself.

-(Until Zen told you literally a day later)


-V didn’t really go to bars or anything of the sort. But when he visited exhibitions, especially ones he was also featured in, they tended to offer wine to drink.

-Unfortunately, not everyone could hold their alcohol.

-He watched a woman stumble a bit, quietly murmuring to several different pictures.

-Eventually she made over to where he was standing.

- “God. I love this one. This. This is a good one. Better than the others. Wait. No, that’s mean. Those are good too. But this one, this one is like. Good good.”

-Oh god. He was trying his best not to laugh. He decided to stand beside his own just in case he could answer questions, or interest people in more of his works. He was not expecting this.

- “But man. This guy has to be sooo fun to be with. I’d love to date this guy! Have coffee! Talk about. Flowers and shit. God, I’d probably sleep with him too.”

- Wow?? He didn’t even know how to respond. So… He didn’t. He watched you sleepily study his picture and… Walk away.

-Flash to him finally meeting you after the RFA party, and you didn’t seem to remember him OR his pictures at all.

-He worried a bit if his pictures just didn’t last well in people, but when you looked as if you never saw them, he concluded maybe you just didn’t remember that day whatsoever.

-Later on, when you two had been together, he always kept you away from the wine at his exhibits. When you questioned him about this, he finally told you about the first time he met you.

-Needless to say, you never drank at exhibitions ever again


-The first time he met you, before the whole RFA mess, was at a bar.

-Needless to say, he pegged you as a target before you really said anything.

-He had watched you from a corner, just basically watching everyone. He was just trying to see what the fuss was about with bars.

-The drunks were annoying. And stupid. Annoyingly stupid.

-But… He wasn’t expecting a decent looking one come to him and try hitting on him.

-He watched, slightly amused, as you stumbled over your words.

-“You’re a little black parade looking punk, aren’t you? Lookin. All tough. And like a punk. Very punky. Can I sit with you, punk? You’re. Cute punk. Yeah! I like punk stuff too, imma even gonna get this badass tattoo one day, man! Whoop!”

-He didn’t even manage to give a response before you sat down and promptly conked the fuck out.

-He didn’t really know what to do, and since he didn’t feel like getting mixed up in anything, he left the bar before any of your friends could question him.

-So when the two of you finally met in person, and you introduced himself, he just laughed for a while.

-“Do you not remember me?”

-After a brief explanation, he ended up laughing for a looong time with how red you had gotten. He actually joined Seven in teasing you.