haha look how big they are

undertaleresident  asked:

Hey Jakei I just wanted to say you are a great and amazing artist, you compare yourself to others and focus on what you can't do when in reality many of your friends and senpais look up to you too. You are a wonderful artist and inspiration to others and so you should give yourself more credit for how how patient and hardworking you are. *gives thumbs up* Stay awesome.

This is a thought that I have to handle everyday, like, Samurai Jack’s hallucinations, haha… ok I’m just a huge fan.
But being serious… I always think what do big artists think about Underverse…if they have watched it of course….if they hate it or even doesn’t care because…is about AUs…

Because probably before Underverse, AUs were better, or worse, and I ruined it…if I am as an artist a terrible, selfish person or whatever… if I’m overrated, and if that’s why I don’t receiving the “fair attention” that some people says in the comments of my videos.

One part of me says me to give up, because it was just luck, other part says me that I have to continue, because I have to show them that it was a good idea and I’m trying to show this side of the undertale community is worth it.
That someday I can stop being shy and nervous when I show my work or when I have the opportunity to talk with professional or admired people.

But yes, you’re right, I’m probably putting too much attention to a silly thought, is just that sometimes I can’t pretend that everything is okay when something like this is hurting me at some point, and I can’t talk about it with my family or friends, because I don’t like to bugging them all the time


This actually fucking happened today

I was shopping with some family friends and there was me, my mom, two other kids, and their parents. I was wearing casual clothes. Jeans, a shirt and my hair was tied up in a messy bun. I was bored, hands in my pockets and shit. Only, i was wearing  A RAINBOW SHIRT BC IM BI IN HIDING AND ONE KID SAID “why are you wearig a shirt like that haha you’re not gay” and I just looked at him dead straight in the eyes and asked “how would you know?” and his dad is a pastor and he gave me a startled look. i screamed internally. IT GOT WORSE. A CUTE GIRLS WALKED BY AND WAS WEARING A LGBT SHIRT AND SHE WAS CUTE SO I MADE A BIG SHOW BY WINKING AT HER AND SHE GOT SO FLUSTERED IT WAS CUTE AS FUCK AND SUDDENLY I REMEMBERED. I WHIRLED AROUND TO LOOK AT THE OTHERS AND THEY ALL LOOKED MORTIFIED WHILE MY MOM WAS LIKE “GOD DAMMINT DIMITRA”

Break a Leg - Part 1

A/N: Sooo this is my first RPF and I’m really nervous about posting this but everyone I’ve asked to proofread have all said positive things! I’ve worked basically nonstop on this one fic for about two weeks straight so I’d really very much like to know what you guys think and get any feedback you’re willing to give me (via ask, message, comment, or tags in a reblog)!!! A huge shoutout/thank you to everyone who has proofread/helped me through writer’s block or a tricky scene (and you should all go check them out: @secretschuylersister @alexanderhamllton @ellzabethschuyler @protecting-my-legacy @daveeddiggsit @imagineham @ourforgottenboleros and to @diggs4life and @hamilsquad-writings for helping me with the specifics of a stage manager’s job!!

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 4340

Warning: it’s an enemies to lovers fic! so lots of hurtful words and arguments. a lot of cursing for sure, plus lots of name calling and idk what else

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There were many things you liked about being a stagehand in your high school’s theatre department. It allowed you to be close to all this talent and be the driving force behind it. You didn’t get a lot of recognition, but seeing your stars succeed was enough for you.

This was your last show before you graduated and the senior committee had chosen The Last Five Years. It was secretly one of your favorite musicals and it was a perfect theme for the spring. Your brother Matthew was auditioning for Jamie, which was another reason you loved being behind the scenes.

Matthew had gotten all of the performance genes. He was amazing ever since you were kids. You, however, couldn’t hold a tune to save your life and every time you tried to act, you turned into a robot with a stutter.

But watching your brother bring audiences to tears then making them laugh in the same breath… It was one of the best things you had ever seen.

Matthew’s only real rival for the part was another guy in your year. Lint or whatever. He was good, but nowhere near as good as Matthew.

You held your brother’s hand tightly as the two of you made the walk to the bulletin board outside the theatre where the cast list and “helping hands” as your school liked to call the behind the scenes people would be posted.

“You’ve got this in the bag, Matt.”

“I know,” he grinned at you. “It’s your part I’m worried about.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. Always the comedian, your brother. “Haha.” You nudged his shoulder with yours and gave him an encouraging smile when he looked down at you. “But, seriously, I’d be surprised if you didn’t get it.”

“How is it I got the best big sister ever? Aren’t you supposed to be putting peanut butter in my hair or something?”

You laughed. “Um, no. But I distinctly remember you doing that to me when you were five and I was six.”

He tilted his head comically as if he was thinking. “Strangely enough, I have no recollection of that, dear sister.”

You finally arrived at the theatre and stopped at the edge of the crowd. “Just shut up and find out what I already know.”

You pushed him towards the list but before he could look, an exuberant figure stepped out of the crowd with a triumphant pose, arms above his head and everything.

“I did it,” the boy exclaimed. “I got Jamie!”

You shared a look of disbelief with Matthew then turned your head back to the guy… who was now grinding in celebration?

You felt an arm go around your shoulders and looked up to see your brother smiling, not the least bit upset that he didn’t get the part. “I see someone’s naaaame,” he sang into your ear.

Letting him walk you towards the cast list, the crowd cleared now since the potential Jamie’s had all dispersed, you tried to put the thought of your brother losing out of your mind.

You looked at the list and, sure enough, your name was there.

The Last Five Years - Helping Hands

Stage Manager… Y/N Y/L/N

But your eyes just couldn’t help but move up to see who stole your brother’s part.

The Last Five Years - Cast

Jamie… Lin-Manuel Miranda

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Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.


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Lost and Found || Core four

Originally posted by joelshammonds

word count : 1, 206

pairing : Core Four x Reader

warnings : A v. v. stressed reader, reader getting lost?

summary : With everything going on in Riverdale you decide to go for a walk in the woods behind your house, to bad you are horrible with directions and everything looks the same. Now Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead are going crazy to find their missing best friend.

a/n : because i seem to have no self control…of course one of my favorite characters and who i usually write for find you. but like…no spoilers. haha. btw, if you guys ever need someone to talk to, my inbox is always open; i don’t have to reply publicly either, just let me know! your issues are valid no matter how big or small and i’ll always try and help <3


     Between a murder walking around in Riverdale and the whole thing with with Archie and Miss Grundy, you had ever right to be stressed out. You weren’t one to show it cause you wanted to always be their for your friends. It didn’t help you made your own problems, though valid in their own way, seem much smaller and nonequivalent to everyone else’s. You generally just put up with the stress you felt, you were strong and you could take whatever was thrown at you. But today things just seemed to weigh just a little to much so you thought a small walk in the woods. You didn’t even think about the fact you got lost in a paper bag and everyone knew the cell service by your house was completely shit. 

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httpintoxicated  asked:

RFA discovering MC is actually in middle school (so no romance writing at all for you friendo)

Oh boy lemme tell ya I’m only a freshman but my goodness did I hate middle school and i was such a weird kid all through my preteens oml

-You’re so adorable!!!!!
-But.. a little twelve year old is being kept in Rika’s apartment…?
-Fucking V
-He’s going to blame V of course
-Lots of angry texts to him
-Yoosung is determined to be your new older brother because aw
-He’ll help you with school because he’s actually a genius
-And he’ll play video games with you
-He is sort of a hypocrite
-“___, have you done homework yet? No playing around until you do your homework.”
-“Have you done your homework, Yoosung?
-”…Never mind, you can play.“

-To whom it may concern please disregard everything I’ve said to you signed Hyun Ryu
-How could he be saying so much suggestive shit to a twelve year old???
-He cannot forgive himself
-He’s such a wolf and he’s so ashamed
-You can expect 999+ apologies from this poor boy
-He tells Seven to call your parents since he would be able to find their number
-12/10 protective older brother
-You think he’s protective of MC in game, you haven’t seen how protective he is over a smol middle schooler
-Your support means the world to him
-You’re like a little cheerleader for him and he finds it so adorable
-He still calls you cute all the time but he doesn’t mean it in a flirty way obviously
-Will demand the apartment’s address even before the whole bomb situation because hello there is a child all alone in an abandoned apartment

-Why are we not helping this child escape Rika’s apartment? Why are we not calling authorities?
-Mama Jaehee is so worried about this child
-I mean they are being held in an apartment with a hacker on the loose while also having to deal with the RFA
-Jaehee calls their parents and tells them all that’s happening
-Your parents are like “wtf you kidnapped my child??”
-So she has to explain again that it was a hacker and your child is very gullible
-But, she treats making sure you’re alright as top priority until she can figure things out with your angry parents
-They almost called the cops on her, poor Jaehee
-She does think of you as a younger sister/brother when you start being so kind to her
-You became friends very quickly

-A child shouldn’t be put in charge of a party
-That’s ridiculous
-Oh yeah also is this legal?
-Jumin is the one to think about all the technical things before worrying about anything else
-But really, is this legal?
-He didn’t really want anything to do with you at first
-But you were so mature? And reasonable? We was really surprised and impressed that a twelve year old kid had this level of maturity??
-So he definitely liked you
-You also like Elizabeth which is +1,000 Jumin points
-He checks in the messenger often just to make sure you’re doing well

-You two get along instantly because you share the same sense of humor
-But at first
-He almost had a heart attack when he checked the cameras and the mysterious new member was a middle school kid
-He definitely contacts your parents and begs them not to call the cops
-He actually goes to Rika’s apartment on day one to babysit you
-I mean how could he just let a kid stay all alone?
-You guys bond so quickly over the few days you’re there
-Some how he successfully convinced your parents not to press charges
-He does lecture you over stranger danger when he shows up because why did you listen to the stranger telling you to go break into an apartment??

-Oh no
-He feels so guilty
-It’s his fault a child was brought into this mess
-He is constantly apologizing to everyone in the chatroom, especially Yoosung who keeps yelling at him
-He promises that he will fix everything right away and get you home as soon as possible
-Suddenly, he visits the messenger at least twice a day
-He has to make sure you are safe and taken care of
-Did I mention he apologizes a lot?
-Because he apologizes a lot
-Your parents don’t press charges because of how genuine and honest V was when he explained what happened to you
-He is also like a mom big brother to you
-You even become friends and it’s really adorable to everyone in the RFA
-Anyone who doesn’t know you both would think he’s your dad which is pretty great

-Oh would you look at that
-This is the child I manipulated into being held in an apartment for 11 days before attempting to force them into a religious cult that I at the time was under the influence of
-I’m sorry
-He avoids you because he feels guilty when he’s around you and he hates that sinking feeling in his chest
-It takes months and months before he can hold an actual conversation with you
-But it turns out he actually thinks you’re a good kid?
-You’re not annoying and loud like Saeyoung so that’s a plus
-He’s very “ew get away from me child” towards you at first
-But you grow on him
-Slowly he gets comfortable around you and he treats you normally
-He actually becomes a protective brother??? Who would’ve thought????

Hearbroken (Bellamy Blake Imagine)

Request: And I also have an imagine request, the reader and Bellamy fight over something or something bad happens between them, the reader storms off without telling anyone and ends up getting killed, which results in Octavia blaming Bellamy or something (you can choose how she dies and who finds her and stuff lmao) :)

A/N: this is by far my favorite request. That sounds awful of me but I’m so good at coming up with death scenes it’s horrible haha. Anyways hope you like it!

You smiled gingerly to yourself at the boy across the field from you. You had no idea what he was working on, but he was working hard and god did you admire him for it. He always put his all in everything he did no matter how big or little it was. This time particularly he looked like he was really into whatever it was he was doing. You didn’t want to bother him, but you really needed to talk to him about something. You knew he’d be annoyed but he never let it show or he pushed it aside for you. God bless him for it too.

You sighed and began walking over to where he was. When you got closer you heard him giving orders to a couple other people who were working on the same thing. You waited patiently for him to finish his orders and for the boys to leave you two alone before he turned to you and raised his eyebrows.

“Hi,” was all he said before he started up again. You were taken aback just a bit but shook it off and smiled again.

“Hi..”, you said softly and let your hand rest on his upper arm to get him to stop what he was doing. When he didn’t, you scrunched your face up in confusion. You took a breath and decided to try again. “Hey, Bell, can I talk to you? It’ll just take a second.” You smiled weakly when he looked at you.

He hesitated but put the tool down and backed up, wiping his hands on his shirt and looking at me impatiently. “Okay, talk.” He nodded.

You smiled again pushing pat his previous actions and nodded back. “Okay, well, I kind of broke one of our walkie talkies but don’t worry! That’s why I came here, so you could tell me how to fix it real quick so we don’t have any problems. I know how much we need them and so id like to fix it. Abby and Kane said that we dont need it and that’s it fine but like I said-”

“You interrupted me to have me tell you how to fix a walkie talkie?” He asked in pure annoyance.

You stared at him unsure of what to say but nodded. “Well, yeah, I guess but I just figured you’d be happy to help me and that I wanna learn how to fix stuff, to be like you.” You smiled hoping your words were convincing. They were true completely, but you added more in there than what you planned. The truth is, you wanted to be like him. You wanted to fix things so you were of more use. And you wanted Bellamy, you’re beautiful and talented boyfriend, to teach you.

He laughed bitterly after a moment of him just staring at you. “Ridiculous,” he shook his head turning away from you and back to what he was doing.

You furrowed your eyebrows in anger and hurt before replacing it with a calm look. You took a deep breath and laid a hand on his back that tensed immediately.

“Can you not see that I’m busy, y/n?” He barked loudly at you making you retract your hand quickly and jump back a couple inches. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it when Bellamy continued. “I can’t help you right now, go ask Monty or someone rather than bother me anymore than you already have.”

You stared at him in surprise. What was this? You’ve never seen him like this. The way he was looking at you was a look of almost pure hatred. Whether it was or not, it stung a little. When he turned back around you sighed and closed your eyes.

“I just wanted you to be the one to help me..”

“Dammit y/n, I’m trying to do this and with you here right now I’m not making any progress. I can’t help you with everything you break! It’s like we need to put you in a goddamn bubble for anything or anyone to be safe! Quite breaking shit, there’s a thought.”
He said the last sentence more to himself than you, but you heard it perfectly clear nonetheless and you couldn’t believe it. Sure, you weren’t exactly the best at everything and you did break things here and there, but that was the point in this whole conversation. You came to have him help you learn to fix things, so you could fix things you’d happen to break.

Instead, you turned around and stormed off not wanting to hear anything else Bellamy had to say. He’d said enough for you to know you were nothing more than a bother to him.

You walked and walked, unsure of where you were going but found yourself ignoring anyone that tried to talk to you and in front of the gate.

“Open it,” you called to the man guarding.

“I can’t do that right now, miss.”

“Open the god damn gate!” You yelled at him, unintentionally. You took a deep breath wanting to control yourself before continuing. “Please.”

When he denied your orders you shook your head and took off back to the arc. If they won’t let you out the easy way, you’ll get yourself out the hard way.

When night fell, you got up from your bed and threw clothes in a small bag you had found, along with some water and a couple nuts. You didn’t know why you were doing this. You didn’t know where you were going. You didn’t know if you could survive. But one thing you did know was that you no longer wanted to be here, with Bellamy. You only needed a couple days to yourself, to let your mind wrap around things. You still loved Bellamy, of course, by the words he said hurt you. You still wanted him to be yours, though you weren’t sure he felt the same or not, but you needed time to think. To be alone. And that’s exactly what you were gonna do.

You found a way through the gate. Somehow you managed to cut your arm on the way through but you didn’t care. The pain actually felt kinda good. Relieving almost.

You felt you were being over dramatic and maybe you were, but it’s not easy hearing cruel words from the one person you love the most and look up to so much. And when he’s never barked at you like that before let alone say something so cruel and heartbreaking.

You shoved your thoughts to the side though and focused on where you were going. Wherever it was you were going.

You walked and walked though, not stopping for anything. When you needed water, you managed to pull your bag off your back and grab it all while not letting your feel stop once. You walked until the break of dawn. When you saw the sun begin to rise is when you decided to rest for awhile.

You’d found a spot that was hidden decently between trees and bushes. You set your bag down then sat down beside it and let your head rest against the tree. “Only a couple minutes”, you thought to yourself and let your eyes flutter shut. You replayed the scene with Bellamy back in your head. This time it made you angry. His words, his face. His actions. It all made you angry now. How could he say that? How could he be such an asshole? You don’t say that kind of stuff to someone you love. Was he tired of you? Did he not care about you anymore? Did you push him to his limit and this was his way to get his point across. Maybe he didn’t love you anymore.

“Well he didn’t have to worry me longer,” you thought to yourself once again.

You woke abruptly to the sound of leaves crunching loudly. You looked around you, suddenly confused at where you were. When your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you realized you were where you had sat down to rest. Only now you realized that a couple minute rest turned into a couple hour sleep. It was just barely morning when you sat down and now it’s completely dark.

You looked to your left when you heard more crunching of leaves. Was in an animal? Was it grounders? Was it, hopefully, one of your people?

“Hello,” you called out. When an arrow came flying and hit your shoulder, you realized how dumb of a move that had been. You got up quickly, adrenaline giving you the ability to ignore the pain in your shoulder, and ran. You ran and ran, as fast as you could, as hard as you could, and you did not stop for nothing. You managed to dodge anything that got in your way. You weren’t ready to die. Not yet.

Unfortunately, when you turned to look behind you for anyone following you, you ran face to chest into someone much, much bigger than you. You screamed when the man picked you up without a problem and threw you to the ground. Knocking the wind out of you, you tried to crawl away, but the man grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you back to him. He drew a knife, a very large knife at that, from behind him and took a swing at you. You threw yourself to the side letting to knife only barely hit your arm.

“Mmm….” you hummed at the pain but quickly ignored it, getting up and trying to run again. With your luck, you thought you had got away, but rounding a tree you felt something sharp pierce your stomach. You looked down and saw a large stick sticking out of your abdomen. You looked up to meet the eyes of another grounder man. Falling to the ground, you closed your eyes waiting for the next hit to come and end your life for good, but r never came.

When you opened them, there was no one there. You listened carefully for any footsteps or cracking sounds burnt was completely silent. They left you to die in one of the worst ways possible.

Although your entire body stung, you couldn’t cry. Something was refusing to let any tears fall no matter how hard you tried. Something inside you was telling you to try and crawl just a little ways in front of you, so you did your best to do just that. It was a struggle. It was painful. It was stressful. But you made it about 30 feet before you saw the handle of the car Finn had found when you all first landed right there in front of you.

Barely smiling to yourself, you attempted to lift the door and make your way inside which was more you just throwing yourself in. Maybe there was something in there that could help your wounds.

It was a long shot. You already knew that considering you had an arrow in your shoulder, a gash of skin missing on your arm, and stick in your stomach. Brutal creatures they are.

When you were unable to find anything, you figured the best thing to do was clean the wounds. So, you took your shirt off and ripped it into strips and wrapped your arms up tightly to stop the bleeding. You then decided on the arrow next. You grabbed ahold of it firmly, but even the slightest of movement caused you to let our whimpers of pain. You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut and as quick as possible, pulled the arrows from your shoulder. You let out a deep yell and let a few tears slip though, finally. It felt good. But the bleeding was bad, so you covered it next.

Once convinced that wound was as good as you could get it, you next focused on your final wound. The stick in your stomach. It was at least as thick as your hand, and maybe two feet long and most of it was inside of you. How you’re still alive? You had no idea. But this wound was the most paralyzing, letting you only move barely. You couldn’t turn, bend, walk, and holy shit did it hurt take a breath in. You were having a mental battle with yourself on whether or not you should retrieve it from your belly. It was thick, it would leave a hole in you and it would bleed out. You knew you were losing a lot of blood as it was, but it you pull the stick from you, you knew you’d bleed more. But if you leave it in you, it’s gonna be harder to get out on the long run and there’s likely bacteria getting in you from it at this moment. So, you decide to attempt and pull it out too. You figured you could shove the remaining parts of your shirt in the hole and it would be okay. You hoped, anyways.

You prepared yourself the best you could, taking deep breaths in and out, counting down to zero. You put the clothing in your mouth to prevent as much noise as possible from escaping you because you knew there’d be a lot from this one. When you go close to zero, you began crying uncontrollably.

You couldn’t do this.

You couldn’t pull this stick from your abdomen, not by yourself. Not with your weak arms. You didn’t even want to try because you’d risk putting it in an even more discomforting position. An even more painful one.

You threw your head back on the seat. You knew you were gonna die. You knew this was it for you. You were alone inside a 100 year old car, basically on your death bed. You were in so much pain. You were nauseated from the blood loss. You were scared. You missed your friends, the ones that became family. You missed Bellamy. And you were on bad terms with him which made this ten times worse. You could’ve prevented this if you wouldn’t have been so dramatic. If you wouldn’t have acted out. If you just would’ve stayed calm and understood that Bellamy was under his own pressure and you bothering him wasn’t helping, you wouldn’t be here right now. God you just wanted to wrap yourself up in Bellamys arms and let him kiss you all over again. You wanted him to tell you he loves you again. You wanted to feel his warm body against your own again. But here you were, cold, bloody, and about to die, all alone.

You let out a scream of anger, of hurt, of pain and of every other emotion in the book. You punched the side of the car door and threw your head against the seat once again. You just screamed and yelled letting your feelings come out. If only someone could hear your cries for help. If only someone could hear your cries at all. But this was it. So you let yourself cry until you couldn’t cry anymore.

Hours passed. Your death was being drawn out and at first hurt but now, you were in a peaceful state. You were numb, you were calm. You couldn’t think of anything bad anymore. Those passed a log time ago. Now, you were focusing on all the good in your life. You focused mainly on Bellamy though. Oh he must be so worried. They all must be so worried. You didn’t remember how long it had been since you last saw them. It could’ve been days or only hours. You couldn’t remember. But, you were peaceful now.

You thought back to first time you and Bellamy met. Like actually met. The day you two became ‘a thing’. That was such a great day. You thought of Octavia and how it was an instant connection when you two met. Oh how you were gonna miss her too. You hoped she’d become happy again. She was going through so much, she deserved so much happiness in return. This was gonna take a toll on her and you knew that, but you would be her guardian angel. You would make her happy again. Oh how funny it was how clueless Bellamy was with your guys’ friendship. She’s your best friend. He didn’t know that though.

All the memories flowing through you were overwhelming. The pain was no longer there. In fact, you could no longer feel any part of your body. You realized your eyes were closing and you couldn’t keep them open. You realized that this was it. You focused on your very slow heartbeat that was the only sound you could hear, and you focused on Bellamys face. You wanted his face to be the last thing you thought of in your final moment. You imagine him hugging you from behind while laying on a bed and him whispering in your ear “it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay” over and over again. God was in comforting.

Finally, when you believed his words, you let yourself go. And with that, you were gone completely.

“Where is she Bellamy!?” Octavia yelled at Bellamy with so much anger it was unbelievable. “You were the last one she came to talk to, you have to know where she could’ve gone. What did you say to her? Did you piss her off? Bellamy!” Octavia yelled his name catching his attention. He was so worn out from his restlessness in y/n’s disappearance.

“I don’t know, O!” Bellamy barked back at her.

“You have to know something,” she spat at him like fire.

He shook his head and out his hands to his ears wanting to drown out every word and every sound. He was so scared and overwhelmed. He hadn’t seen her since he said those hurtful words to her. He didn’t mean them, he was so stressed out and all he could think about was what he was doing. He didn’t mean to hurt her. He didn’t mean to make her leave. He loved her more than he loved himself, that was the last thing he’d mean to do.

They were in the middle of no where right now. There were so many people searching for her. So many people who cared about her, searching for her everywhere they could. So many people having no luck.

Octavia studied people for a moment before someone yelled that they had found y/n’s bag. Octavia ran to them and grabbed it from their hands and looked inside. Everything was in there perfectly untouched besides her water almost being empty.

“She had to have been taken. Or chased. Or something! She wouldn’t have just left her clothes laying there.” Octavia turned towards Bellamy who was staring at the bag in her hands. She threw it to him and walked up to him. “You better hope she’s not hurt or so help me God Bellamy,” she glared at him.

It was bad enough that he was angry at himself, but having his sister so upset at him made things so much worse. He understood she was angry, but he didn’t understand why she was this angry. He didn’t know she cared for y/n this much. Half the time he didn’t even think Octavia liked her. But then it all clicked. Octavia was the first person to ask where y/n was. Octavia was the first person to check on her when she was sick, or to ask how she was doing. Octavia always brought Bellamy food to give her or advice to give her. And vice versa. All the nights y/n said she was sleeping over somewhere else and Octavia the same. They were always together. It all made sense. Octavia cared for y/n so deeply, she was letting anger get the best of her.

“O…” Bellamy began but someone quickly interrupted him with yelling.

“I found her! I found her! She’s over here!” Bellamys heart instantly skipped a beat and he raced over to them, Octavia next to him the whole way. They realized that she had made her way to the buried, abandoned car they found a long while ago. Bellamy was shaking at this moment, the people in front of him inside the car getting her out. Bellamy was anxious, scared, happy. So many emotions filled within him but the second he finally saw her, one emotion replaced it all.


There she was. His beautifully, stunning, gorgeous girlfriend who he loved so fucking much, dead.

Bellamy dropped to his knees and shook his head. The men laid her body in front of him. Bellamy studied her. She was gone, but god she looked so so beautiful. So peaceful. He couldn’t believe it. He shook his head once again and caressed her cold face, and closed her eyelids. He examined her body and noticed her wounds that she had managed to cover with the best of her ability. He smiled, knowing she tried her hardest to keep herself alive. But all the blood proved there was nothing she could’ve done. He got to the stick in her stomach and closed his eyes. That must’ve hurt so bad, she must’ve been in so much pain and he wasn’t there for her. He shook his head and grabbed the stick and softly pulled it out. There was no longer any blood to be bled. He wrapped the wound with his own shirt and bent down over her body, hugging her.

When he got up, he looked at everyone who was staring at her and him in sadness. He went to say something, but a hit to his chest prevented him from doing so. He looked down at Octavia who had a face full of tears. She looked so angry, so sad, so hurt. He felt bad for her. She hit him again, and then again. And then again. Kane stepped in and took ahold of her arm and pulled her back slightly.

“This is your fault!” She screamed at Bellamy. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing she wasn’t wrong. When he opened them, Octavia was still staring at him with anger. There was a long silence, everyone just staring at the two siblings. Finally, Octavia spoke up again. “My best friend Bellamy. I hope you’re happy.” Then, she turned and left.

Bellamy knew she was angry, but for her to think he wanted this to happen? Idiotic.

“Go back to camp,” Bellamy ordered and nodded before letting tears slip out again. He turned to y/n and picked her lifeless body up. When he turned, everyone had followed his orders except Kane, Clarke, and Abby.

“We’ll get a proper burial ready tomorrow morning.” Abby nodded to Bellamy before softly grabbing Clarke to have her follow her back to camp, leaving Marcus.

“I’m sorry bud,” he put his hand on Bellamys shoulder. “Lets head back okay?”

Bellamy nodded and followed Marcus closely, look at y/n every now and then. He wanted to take in her beauty as much as possible. He only had a few hours left before she would be gone for good.

Bellamy didn’t know how to take this. He didn’t know how he was supposed to act. He didn’t know what he was supposed to say or do he didn’t know what he was going to do. Would he ever love again? Would his heart ever be healed again?

Only time would ever be able to tell.

A/N: sorry this was so long! But this was such a fun one to write and I got a little emotional 😅😅😅😅 thank you guys who read it! Sorry for not posting as much but here’s his and I’ll go from here! I also have a special update here soon. Love you guys!!!❤️

I wonder if Zuko ever carried Druk around hidden inside his robe when he was still small enough. 

Just like; surprise there’s a dragon up his sleeve. 

songsaboutcampfires  asked:

poof is it just me or does the Mysterious Galra from the worm look like they're wearing like a,,, paladin lookin suit?? maybe i'm just fuckin dumb tho. who do u think it is??

im using shiro bc he’s a perfect model okay;;; also his full body paladin armor sticks out more–okay! anyways!!! the mysterious galra’s uniform does have a few similarities with the paladin armor! but most of the galra lieutenants have a similar style, big shoulder pads and thigh highs and such i just think it’s kind of like an updated look for both the alteans and the galra [shrug] 

i do have a feeling the galra might be lotor

this is the galra’s vld ship and on the bottom is lotor’s 80s ship–i just capped these bc i wanted to see how similar they are haha;;; they do look “similar” in a way but anyways to get to the point, i believe that the mysterious galra that was rescued by keith is definitely lotor


How long has it been since I’ve done a speedy job on requests haha ha ha ha . .
aNYWAY, above is my tumblr header, which I’ve been using since last year! The wallpaper size is a bit big [640x1136] so the lords look tiny as heck and makes ur head a bit dizzy lbr but this is the real resolution if you zoom in 100%. If you want to make them look a bit bigger, just adjust or crop from your own phone. If you want to make them a tumblr header just use 16:9 ratio, which works the best in my opinion. I also make some yasu, hanzo, kakki and saizo because my friends like them. Hope you enjoy the lords and polkadots wallpaper, nonnie!

tagging: @luxiditywastaken, @amigoingbananas, @amigoingbananas, @blessthechipmonk, @quincette@daeva-agas, @cottonballwithmustache, @shedreamsfiction, @nikkihime, @dreamsinparadise @mioyaya idk who elsE 

realising now that Alex Summers is probably the most relatable character in the x men films

  • he’s traumatised as fuck but acts like nothing is a big deal lets play pin ball and eat oreos
  • doesn’t care too much about jokes against himself like lol haha yeah self detrimental thoughts yay
  • is the epitome of the guy making toast who notices a nuke go off outside, shrugs and walks off
  • looks pretty bored considering he only saw the same four grey walls for who knows how long, you’d think the world would be more fascinating
  • the only times he smiles or laughs he then goes quiet and in his head is like ‘don’t laugh u fuckin mess i am worthless
  • spends most of his time in xmfc looking at other people for reassurance because he acts tough but secretly he is a fragile precious cinnamon roll
  • bitch face for days at everyone’s fuckin stupid ideas
  • got strangled and hung but like who really cares Sean sprained his ankle PROTECT SEAN
  • clearly does not give a shit that his friends are international terrorists they’ll always be rae rae and erik boo to him *pat pat*
  • does not have any tolerance for anyone’s romantic drama bullshit but at the same time has out his popcorn and deck chair
  • immediately asked where Erik was because shit is going down obvsly Erik is involved somehow
  • honestly look at any given scene Alex is in the background of. pause it. zoom in. admire the patented Done
  • manages to be the most stressed and bitter character and yet also the most chill lol you wouldn’t think he wants to fly into the sun
  • is as confused by Hank’s serum as we are and the plot holes in it
  • called a god-like asshole an asshole and prolly died thinking ‘ah ffs’

edit *** - it’s supposed to say “spend your down payment on a bed” in the first panel!! I’ll fix it next time I’m by the computer!!

This is about how it went when we bought our bed earlier this year. Although, we did end up buying a slightly bigger bed so that it wouldn’t look too unsocially acceptable in our big bedroom haha
TFP Quillfire Shenanigans

Imagine for a moment most everyone in TFP got affected by Quillfire’s serum one day during battle.

What if Bulkhead got pricked by a quill and believed he was a flight frame? And argued vehemently with Ratchet like: “I don’t KNOW what’s wrong, but it’s YOUR job to find out why I can’t fly anymore!”

What if Ratchet got pricked too and started to become a crying woobie mess? Like he starts off “I really wish we weren’t at war. I don’t want to be fighting, it stresses me out…” but then Bulkhead yells at him and he’s like “I’m sorry!! I [sob] I don’t know what’s wrong with you– I must be the worst medic [weeps] EVER.”

Arcee gets pricked and she thinks she’s a swimming champ so she moves slowly like she’s walking underwater, has all her vents shut, and talks through coms only. She also doing the arm motions, or jumps up expecting to not sink so quickly back down to hard, hard ground. It’s quite a sight.

And Optimus gets pricked and thinks he’s a scout for some new and exciting, talent-packed stage show. He goes around critiquing everyone’s form and looking for acts. Like he looks at Arcee and is all

“Hm, an unusual technique, but I think I can squeeze your dance in somewhere.” Or Bulkhead is like “Watch this!” And jumps off a ledge and lands painfully so Optimus is like “Mm, you’ll hear back from us by next cycle. Next!” And he turns to Ratchet, looks him up and down, and just says “No.” So Ratchet cries even more…

Anyways this whole time Bee is looking up research on the Autobot’s database with Raf, trying to figure out how to fix this, while Miko and Jack help by looking up similar, human examples of delusions/hallucinations and their respective solutions. Well, Jack is mostly doing the bulk of that work; Miko can’t look away from the silliness happening before her eyes. And of courae, Megatron and his crew are busting a gut watching everything unfold.

“Shouldn’t we kill them all now, my Lord? They are completely open to an attack!” Starscream asks. He agrees this is hilarious, but it would he nice to, you know, end the war right here and now while the Autobots look like fools.

“Relax, Starscream. Things are just starting to get good!” Knock Out says. Just then Optimus the talent scout wanders up to them.

“Is it too much to ask for a few good acts in this town?” He says to his crowd.

“Haha, you said it Big O.” says Knock Out. Megatron and the Vehicons chuckle.

“Say, you, red rod. You seem to have a knack for humor.” Optimus works out aloud.

“Oh yeah?” Knock Out plays along.

“Yeah, and you’re pretty charming too. You got the looks, the personality…Red Rod, I think you could go places, you really know how to work a crowd. Want a gig?”

“OhHO, finally someone who recognizes my talents!” Knock Out says with glee, “But sorry Big Rig, I don’t do stand up.” Optimus shrugs.

“Hmph, your loss. Not everyone has what it takes to be a star.”


“Oh! Of course! I know who I can get to work the crowd!”

“And who would that be?” A Vehicon says, keeping it up.

“I got a friend back in Kaon. A real showman. These days he’s in the Pits but he sends me some of the stuff he writes and it’s real good!”

Megatron frowns.

“He’s got some great insight on current events…”

Megatron starts to curl his fist.

“His material is always fresh, and really grabs people…”

Megatron starts to charge his canon.

“And you should hear his poems!”


… pauses.

Talent scout Optimus begins to recite something he sent Orion, a long, LONG time ago.

“Ah, I don’t do it justice. Just wait until you hear HIM say it. We’re looking to open tonight at…”

Megatron starts to walk away.

“My Lord?” says the SIC.

“Come, Starscream.” says Megatron, “There is work to be done. Tomorrow is another day.”

anonymous asked:

Angsty headcannons with the RFA + v and saeran for when they get into a rly intense argument with MC??

A/N: Look you guys we’re finally posting! sorry It’s been so long things got super crazy and stressful all of a sudden. Hopefully this weekend I’ll be able to write a few of the NSFW oneshots that will be based off of this headcanon. There will be one for each character! We’re super excited to get back to posting. Thankfully I only have four days of school left! Also tw for a blood mention - Mod MC 

Angst fics so far: Zen Part 1 , Yoosung Part 1, Seven Part 1


  • Zen has been working a lot for the past couple of weeks to the point where you only saw him maybe once a day, if he even came home at all.
  • To distract yourself from how lonely you were feeling, you started to clean his desk and came across an open fan letter.
  • Glancing at the letter you were surprised to see your name show up.
  • I know you must care for her deeply, but as a dedicated fan ever since your first big production, I must say that your acting style has changed. It took me forever to figure it out but I realized that you started to change after you started dating her. She is holding you back. She is poison to your career. I’m just worried about your future…
  • Before you could dwell more on that letter Zen came home, looking very upset.
  • Over dinner your anxiety was slowly taking over all your thoughts, to distract yourself you asked Zen how his day was.
  • “ I had a meeting with the director today, he told me I should take some time off because he felt as if my acting has been off for a while now.”
  • You couldn’t breathe. The glass you were holding slipped out of your hand shattering on the floor.
  • You…you really were affecting Zen. He got reprimanded by his boss because of you. This was all your fault.
  • Resisting Zen when he tried to check you over, you asked him “Zen, am I holding you back?”
  • When he didn’t say anything your worst fears were confirmed.
  • “I am, aren’t I? I’m the reason you are struggling, it’s all my fault.”
  • “Wh-what MC, no! What are you saying? Stop saying ridiculous things and let me look at your hand.”
  • When you resisted him again Zen’s frustrations washed over him and he started to yell
  • You have never had Zen ever raise his voice at you, it scared you. This is all your fault, trying to make him understand you raised your voice too, soon enough both of you were yelling at each other but you couldn’t seem to stop.
  • “I-I think we should break up. You are being stubborn and blinded by your love for me, the truth is I’m holding you back. I’m sorry, but this is for the best. Zen please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” With tears flowing down your face you turned around walking towards the door
  • You felt Zen grab your arm, “MC please, please don’t do this. Please don’t walk out on me. I’m sorry I yelled before, but please don’t leave me.” His voice cracking.
  • Your heart shattered as you pushed his hand off your arm. Without looking back you walk out the door and before the door completely shuts you whisper “I’m sorry Zen.”


  • It had been a really bad week for the both of you.
  • Yoosung had just failed another exam it was the third one this week.
  • You had messed up a presentation and gotten yelled at by your partner in front of the entire class which lead to you crying in the bathroom afterward
  • You came home to your shared apartment in a wreck, crumpled up paper balls, empty bags of chips, and soda cans everywhere.
  • You did a double take, is this sevens apartment?
  • Curious you picked up one of the crumpled up papers and smoothed it out.
  • Your eyes were drawn to the giant “F” marring what seemed to be an old exam paper.
  • You started to pick up the other papers that was like a trail of failure leading you to Yoosung who was venting his frustrations on LOLOL.
  • Your self-control was about to snap.
  • Trying to keep your anger in check you said, “Yoosung, what is this, did you fail all your exams?”
  • Without even looking up from his game he answered nonchalantly, “Hmm? Oh yeah, I probably should have listened to the lectures haha.”
  • You started to raise your voice. “Yoosung, this is not a joke. How many exams have you failed? This is ridiculous. At this rate, you are going to have to take summer classes, or maybe even have to redo the entire year. WILL YOU STOP PLAYING FOR ONE SECOND?”
  • In a fit of rage when Yoosung still didn’t look up from his damn game, you went over and unplugged the computer.
  • “MC, WHAT THE FUCK? I was in the middle of a big boss battle, the guild was relying on me. Why would you do that?” Yoosung yelled back.
  • This only angered you further and you started to yell louder.
  • “This is not acceptable, how are you going to get anywhere if you don’t start caring about your grades and get serious. Stop acting like a child and grow up.” As soon as you said the words you saw hurt flash across Yoosung’s face.
  • You immediately regretted your words, you didn’t mean to be so harsh.
  • “Oh Yoosung…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Today has been really ba-” Before you could even finish your sentence Yoosung was bolting out of the room, moments later you heard the door slam shut.
  • You slumped onto the floor head in your hands as tears started to fall from your face.
  • You remembered that is was your birthday.
  • Today was officially the worst day ever.


  • You walked in for your shift at the coffee shop only to see Jaehee giggling with a customer. 
  • Usually, it wouldn’t bother you but she was very clearly flirting.
  • She continued to flirt with them even after you had greeted her.
  • She even gave them their coffee for free.
  • When he was done he reached over the counter and lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.
  • W h a t t h e f u c k.
  • Jaehee’s cheeks were dusted with pink and usually, you would think it was adorable but you were furious right now.
  • That was your fiance that he just had his lips on and she didn’t even pull away.
  • You didn’t say anything until you got home that evening.
  • “Who was that guy you were flirting with Jaehee?”
  • “I’m not exactly sure who you’re referring to MC.”
  • “Look Jaehee, I can tolerate your obsession with Zen but what you did today was not okay.”
  • “I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
  • You were getting irritated at this point, why did she continue to deny it.
  • “You fucking gave him free coffee, and you kept giggling at his jokes. You didn’t even say hello to me until I came up and interrupted. It was like I wasn’t even there.”
  • “Oh. That was just a guy I graduated with. MC you really shouldn’t get so jealous.”
  • You began to raise your voice,”Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you actually gave a shit and acted like you liked me in public.”
  • “We have on matching engagement rings, and I usually kiss you when you come to work. I’m not sure where this is coming from MC.”
  • “I think I need some time to think and clear my head. I’m going on a walk. Don’t wait up.”


  • Luciel had been working non-stop for 5 days straight
  • Because he was so stressed he had regressed to his bad habits of not eating or sleeping properly.
  • You were getting super worried but he wouldn’t listen to you at all.
  • After all your begging he finally agreed to take a small nap but made you promise to wake him up after 2 hours
  • After he finally passed out from exhaustion you called Vanderwood yelling at him to stop working Luciel to death.
  • During the call, Vanderwood didn’t say anything at and you were proud of yourself thinking you were helping.
  • Luciel woke up and got back to work but before he could get too far into work he got a call.
  • The call went on for a long time and at one point he looked up at you in shock and after his face only got angrier.
  • “MC, do you know who I was just talking to on the phone?” he said in a deathly quiet voice.
  • “That was Vanderwood, and he said the funniest thing to me. He said that I shouldn’t be in this line of work if I can’t handle the pressure.” His started raising his voice  
  • “I was pretty shocked when he said that and when I asked what he was talking about he told me that instead of having my girlfriend yell at him about my workload I shouldn’t take on more than I think I can handle. Now, why would he say that?”
  • “Luciel I was just worr-” You started to say but stopped when you saw his hand gesturing you to stop speaking.
  • “NO MC YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT. I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THOUGHT. I THOUGHT WE HAD MADE THIS CLEAR. I KNOW WHAT I CAN HANDLE.” You’ve never seen him this angry before and you were scared.
  • Tears were forming in your eyes “ Luciel stop you’re hurting me.” When he still wouldn’t let go you shoved him off of you.
  • “I just thought I was helping you. Because of work you haven’t been eating or sleeping properly. I was only thinking about you.” You started to raise your voice as well.
  • “I don’t need you here MC, I don’t want your help. Stop interfering with my work and leave me alone.” When seven finally looked up at you his face fell upon seeing the pain on your face
  • It felt as if your heart stopped beating. Your mind kept replaying the words “I don’t need you here.”  
  • “Y-you don’t mean that do you Luciel? I know you are upset but this isn’t funny.” When he didn’t respond your heart shattered. You started to cry harder.
  • “Well, if that’s how you really feel then I guess this is it then.” You turned towards the door you weren’t welcome here anymore.
  • Right before you turned the doorknob you stopped and you prayed that your voice wouldn’t waver again.
  • “Goodbye Seven” and you walked out of the door your heart breaking as the door shut behind you.

-Mod DK


  • Jumin had been away for a week on a business trip .
  • You were bored and lonely.
  • The two of you facetimed and texted of course so it wasn’t completely awful.
  • He wasn’t due home for at least two more days.
  • You decided to get a little drunk.
  • Jumin had refused your offer to sext him the other night saying he didn’t want any photos.
  • He had used the excuse that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate in his meetings if he saw them.
  • You were more than a little bitter.
  • You were half a bottle of wine deep when the door slammed shut.
  • You froze. No one should be in the penthouse.
  • “MC, come here.”
  • That was Jumin’s voice, what was he doing home so soon.
  • You made your way into the living room and saw him standing there. His coat was already off and his tie was loosened. He was in the process of folding up his sleeves.
  • “MC, explain yourself.” He gestured to the nearly empty bottle of wine.
  • Maybe you had drunk a little bit more than you originally thought.
  • You shrugged, “Don’t wanna.”
  • “MC” He said warningly.
  • “Geez, who pissed in your cereal this morning?” you slurred.
  • “The merger didn’t go so well, the CEO of the other company turned out to be a hack.”
  • You giggle, the word hack just sounded so funny.
  • “It’s not funny MC, Go to bed, I don’t want to deal with this tonight.”
  • That stung.
  • “You can’t control me Jumin.”
  • He ran his hand through his hair, getting more frustrated by the second.
  • He approached you, you weren’t quick enough to get out of his way.
  • He grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eyes. His voice was nearly a growl, ”I assure you that I can and will control you if I so please. Now go. to. bed. I won’t tell you again.”
  • You felt a twinge of fear at his tone. It must have shown on your face because Jumin quickly stepped away from you.
  • The two of you had agreed that Jumin could only behave like this in certain situations with clear boundaries and never when either of you were the least bit intoxicated.
  • “I- MC, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my frustration get the best of me.”
  • You were nearly sober at this point, “Jumin, I-I think maybe you should sleep on the couch tonight.”


  • The two of you usually shared household chores.
  • Today, however, V was really busy with a job. He was currently in his office sorting through tons of pictures and would most likely be in there for the rest of the day.
  • You decided to take up his half of the chores.
  • This required you to water his small collection of cacti. He only watered them once a week and today was the day.
  • You were watering and talking to each one.
  • when you turned to water his favorite one, you tripped. You weren’t usually very clumsy.
  • You tried to catch yourself with your arm but you ended up landing arm first directly on the cactus.
  • You picked yourself up and dusted yourself off before inspecting the damage.
  • The cactus was squashed. V was going to be so upset.
  • Your arm began to sting as you heard the door to his office open. You saw splinters in your arm but hid it behind your back. Out of sight, out of mind. I’ll deal with this in a minute.  
  • He huffed and you heard him mumble, “none of the shots are right.”
  • He sounded irritated to say the least. As he rounded the corner the mess came into view
  • His eyes locked on the squashed cactus.
  • “V, I can explain.”
  • “Why are you so careless MC?” His voice came out harshly.
  • “You knew that was my favorite cactus, Rika gave it to me. Why did you feel the need to destroy it.”
  • Rika, the name stabbed at your heart just as it always did.
  • oh,  so that’s why the cactus was so special to him.
  • Your eyes stung with unshed tears as he continued to question why you squashed the cactus.
  • Your arm burned as you reached up to rub at your eyes.
  • His eyes moved to your arm, noticing the spines.
  • “You’re bleeding, MC, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be like that, this job is just so damn difficult. None of the shots are coming out right. Come on, let me help you.”
  • “Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”
  • V reached out for you from his kneeling position on the floor but you walked past him and locked yourself in the bathroom not listening as he begged you to come out.


  • He had begun to fall into some bad habits.
  • You had encouraged him to make friends outside of the RFA.
  • You didn’t mean for him to find friends that would cause him to engage in risky behavior. They were a terrible influence.
  • One day he came home and he was completely out of it, that was the last straw.
  • You asked him what he took but he just shrugged and ignored you. You felt completely helpless.
  • Seven was out of town on business so you had no one to help you with this issue.
  • Once Saeran began to sober up you gently sat down beside him on the couch.
  • “Saeran, we need to talk.”
  • “If you’re going to dump me, just do it MC.”
  • You were shocked. “Is that what you want Saeran?”
  • “It wouldn’t surprise me to be honest. All you’ve done for the past month is bitch at me.”
  • You held back the tears that threatened to spill out and got up from the couch. You needed to take a walk.
  • When you got back from your walk Saeran was no longer in the living room.
  • You sat down on the couch and closed your eyes, rubbing your temples and thinking about you next move. You had to fix this somehow, even if it wasn’t you fault.
  • You would never give up on him.
  • You heard a distant thud sound all of a sudden. The noise repeated a few times so you got up to find the source.
  • You heard the noise getting louder as you came to the door of the room you shared with Saeran.
  • You opened the door right as he threw the last knife. You didn’t even know he owned throwing knives.
  • The knife wizzed past you and he locked eyes with you.
  • He looked completely sober now as he rushed towards you.
  • “MC, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I never meant to - “
  • His words faded to background noise as you felt something warm run down your cheek. Were you crying?
  • You tried to wipe it away only to have your fingers come away covered in red.
  • ah , so the knife grazed me.
  • You looked in the mirror in the room and saw a gash that looked to be about an inch long.
  • Everything came back into focus. Saeran was freaking out.
  • “MC, let me fix this, please. I can fix this.”
  • He was pleading with you but all you could focus on were your shaking, red, fingers.
  • Saeran went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and while he was down the hall you turned towards the door.
  • And you ran.
  • You ran from the house as fast as you could, not paying attention to Saeran screaming your name behind you.

-Mod MC

anonymous asked:

Post more pics of your smelly kitty? He is so cute and reminds me of killua honestly


here is looking majestic…. u can see how blue his eyes are!!

here he is snuggled under a blanket…

and here he is w/ his leggy up real far

he is so old and big and floof that he reminds me more of silva haha but as a kitten he was definitely a killua

Don't laugh at me

Request: Omg that Loki X Reader was adorable! Could you please write a Steve X Reader about the other Avengers teasing the reader that they’ve never been kissed before and the reader gets upset and Steve comforts them and they share a kiss? Thanks, and keep up the good work!


Warnings: Language, reader has a meltdown, Steve being a lovable dork.

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

It was just one of those nights at the Avengers tower. All seemed well in the world, at least for now, and the Avengers all decided it would be a good night to just relax, and enjoy each others company.

And with Tony involved, that means alcohol . I, however, don’t drink. So I guess you could say I’m the ‘mom figure’ while Steve is obviously the 'dad figure’.


The clock just strikes 7PM, which means the party starts in one hour.

“(Y/N)! Open up, we have to make you BEAUTIFUL!” I’m jerked out of my thoughts by my best friend, Natasha.

“Coming, sweets!” I yell, and get my lazy ass off of the couch, and let her into my room.

“You callin’ me ugly, Ms. Romanoff?” I raise my eyebrows at her.

“No babe, you are probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” she grabs my face in her hands. “In fact, if I swung that way, I’d kiss you.” My face heats up. I hate talking about stuff like that.

“Right,” I change the subject. “Well, what do you have in mind, my darling?” I guess you could say I was a nervous wreck at this point, Lord knows Natasha has something up her sleeve.

“Well, we have to make you look irresistible to Captain red white and blue” I blush, Natasha and Wanda are the only ones (I hope) That know of my stupid crush on Steve. It’s not even a crush at this point, I’m full blown in love with the guy…I’ve tried everything, ignoring him, purposefully disobeying orders (of which I do NOT recommend doing, holy shit) and then having to apologize for acting a complete fool.

“Let’s go, airbags, we need to make you look hot as fuck.”

I blush at the stupid nick name, I can’t help my breasts are rather large.


Half an hour later, I am ready for the party, dressed in a floor length red dress with my (H/C) hair falling free, in loose curls.

“Cap will fall apart when he sees you.” Nat grins at me.

“You really think so?” I blush at the floor.

“Well if he doesn’t, someone will, I swear I’ll make it happen.” I laugh at her childishness.

“Don’t threaten anyone on my behalf, Nat, that’s not very nice.” She rolls her eyes.

“Whatever you say, babe.”


It’s finally 8PM which means, party time.

I shouldn’t be this nervous but Steve just makes me a nervous wreck.

We get to the bottom floor of the tower and when the elevators open, it appears the party is already in full swing.

I look to Natasha, who looks fabulous in her skin tight, knee length black dress.

“Are we late?”

“No, I’m pretty sure he said 8. Come on babe, I’ll go get you a drink.”

“No, Nat, you know I don’t drink.”

“Are you sure, you really look like you could use something to loosen up.”

I roll my eyes.

“I’m positive, Nat, thank you though.”

She nods at me,

“Whatever you say, I’m gonna go mingle.”

“You’re gonna leave me alone all night?” I whisper/shout at the same time.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I have a feeling you wont be alone for much longer.” She winks, and looks behind me.

My nerves are already a mess, and they just got worse.

“Good evening, (Y/N).” Steve.

I turn to look at him, suddenly wishing I had taken up Nat’s offer on a drink.

“H-Hi Steve.” He just smiles at me.

“You alright? You look a little nervous.” Yeah…because YOU make me nervous.

He has a beer in his hand, he looks a little nervous himself.

“You look amazing…” He looks me up and down.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Cap.” I smile, a genuine smile, it’s not forced.

He does the same.

“Thanks..hey would you may–” He gets cut off by Tony’s voice over the loud speaker.

“CAN I HAVE EVERYONES ATTENTION PLEASE” Some people stop and look at him, others ignore him, still chatting up and having a good time.


The same results.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP OR ILL SICK AIRBAGS ON YOU.” My face heats up and I hide my face in Steve’s shoulder. He looks down at me.

It gets everyones attention.

“Airbags? Who is that?” Steve asks and looks at me.

“I-It’s me…” I just want to bury myself and disappear.

“What? What does that mean?” He is genuinely confused.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He respects my wishes.


Oh God drunk Tony was a bad Tony, I can’t play truth or dare, it’ll probably end up sexual and I have no experience in that department.

I start to panic, I look to Steve.

“I-I have to go outside, I don’t feel so good all of a sudden.” He looks concerned.

“Yeah..I’ll go with you.”

We head outside and I lean on the rail, overlooking the city.

“You wanna explain what that was about? You just kind of…panicked.”

“I-It’s a long story, Steve.”

“I’ll stay with you, doll.” I smile

“Thank you Steve”

“You’re welcome.”


It’s now 10PM, which means game time will commence.

We gather around in the living space, me sitting next to Nat and Steve.

Tony is obviously plastered drunk, and waving a megaphone ariund.


“TONY PUT THE MEGAPHONE AWAY!” Clint yells, and takes it from him.


We’re now a few rounds in, and it is Clint’s turn.

“Alright, (Y/N).” I swear I can feel my heart stop.


He smirks.

“Who was your first kiss?”

I swear my whole world collapses down ontop of me.

Steve stiffens up next to me, and Nat is smiling.

“U-Um…” I look down and play with my hands,

“Oh come on, (Y/N), it can’t be that bad.” Sam chimes in now.

“Yeah, (Y/N), just tell us.”

I take a big breath, and prepair myself for the impending humiliation.

“N-No one.”

“Wait-What?” Tony.

“You can’t be serious, (Y/N).” Bucky.

“HAHA You’ve NEVER been kissed, like ever?!? I don’t believe it!” Clint.

“Does that mean you’re a virgin??” Sam.

“Guys, lets not pester her to much okay, I’m sure theres a reason.” Oh, bless you Steve.

“(Y/N), you really haven’t been kissed? Why didn’t you tell me, you know you can tell me anything.” Natasha.

“Guys, really, I don’t think it’s that big of a dea–”

“Not that big of a deal?!” Tony starts laughing “The hell you mean it’s not a big deal? How old are you again? 24? 25? And you’ve NEVER been kissed?” I look away, the humiliation surly evident on my face. It doesn’t appear to be stopping any time soon.

“Please..please stop…” I find my self starting to tear up. Why is it such a big deal? I just never had time to…partake in such activities.

The words continue, Clint, Tony, Sam, Bucky, even Thor and Nat.

“I SAID STOP!” I find myself standing up, and shouting. That’s all I can manage before I get up and run out of the room.

“(Y/N) wai–” I’m long gone before Steve can finish his sentence.


“Seriously, guys? How immature can you get? No wonder she didn’t want to play, she was scared to death, and her fears came true. You should all be ashamed of yourselves.” Steve leaves, and follows me.

I lay in my room, still in my dress, sitting on my bed, wiping the tears from my face. How humiliating. Thank God for waterproof mascara.

“(Y/N)?” Steve.

“Have you come to make fun of me too, Stevie?” I can almost hear the blush that crosses his face. That nick name has always gotten him.

“You know I’d never do that to you, (Y/N). Please, can I come in?” I get up and open the door, no use in keeping him out, he never did anything wrong.

“(Y/N) listen, I’m sorry they acted like such children, you shouldn’t have to deal wi–”

“Will you kiss me, Steve?” He stares at me, in complete shock.


“Please…I’m so tired of this, they’re right, I’m 24, I should have had my first kiss my now.”

“You don’t have to live up to anyones expectations but your own, (Y/N) If you’re not ready then-”

“I AM ready, Steve…and I want it to be you…I-Ive always liked you anyway…you don’t have to though…”

He smiles and comes closer, my face probably puts a tomato to shame by now.

“Are you sure, (Y/N?)” Ah, Steve. Ever the gentleman.

“Yes…” He tilts my head up to look at him, and leans down to capture my lips with his.

Theres no tongue, no heated make out session, just, a sweet, gentle, Steve Rogers kiss.

When he pulls away, he looks into my eyes.

“I’ve always kinda liked you too,  (Y/N).” I can’t control my smile, and jump into his arms.

“By the way, Sam was right you know…I am still a virgin…” Steve chokes on his own saliva I think.


“Care to help with that as well?” I smirk and grab him by the collar, dragging him into my room and locking the door.



;) Hope you enjoyed

haha lol look at me dispensing writing advice when I have zero idea how to deal with the next chapter of watercast. it has grown too big. 

incidentally i’m sorry for not replying to anons a lot - I’m just always so worried that people will get annoyed when i reply publically? generally if it’s depression related i’ll keep it in my inbox to read (thank you guys for caring enough to send anons). if it’s fandom i’ll try answer - time differences means i get the messages during uni / while i’m at work…so often I forget to reply when i go home or i just crash. SORRY!!!!!

anonymous asked:

people keep looking at me because I have big muscles, how do you deal with the attention?

I mean, I absolutely love the attention, haha. Looking sexy is the biggest perk to lifting weights, in my opinion…

Flaunt that shit!