have i ever thought this pun before


she was GETTING THERE she was going to do a bit involving “bi the way…” (or possibly “gettin’ bi with a little help from a friend” either way it would have been a BRILLIANT PUN THAT DEFINITELY NO ONE HAS EVER THOUGHT OF BEFORE)

tbh the main difference between tom and dumbledore is that tom prefers to get to the crux of the matter whereas dumbledore is more partial to soul-searching

Flirt With Me - Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Yes (20+ OMG)

  • @skymoonandstardust: This is so sweet and so perfect!! I would love a second part– if you want to that is, and if you do write one can you please tag me?
  • @themaddesthattter: Literal perfection A part two would be awesome 💕
  • @blackbluberrys: i need a part two for this FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCC
  • @zsupernaturalz: Ajjejsheh can you make a part two!! And tag me if it’s no problem
  • @hippie-bibbie: Part two please oh my god
  • @shineecharisma: can this have a part two ohmygod
  • and a lot, lot more!

A/N: IT’S HERE! The highly requested and long awaited sequel! I hope it meets your expectations, I’m actually terrified because I’m afraid that it doesn’t meet the standards of the first one… Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!


Part 1


How to flirt

Your fingers move swiftly across the keys of a school laptop as you type, glancing around the library, praying that no one was around to see what you were up to.

Less than a week ago (93 hours and counting… yeah you kept track), your best friend Peter Parker had flirted with you to help you avoid a certain obnoxious fellow Decathlon member, leaving you feeling very confused.
You’ve known Peter almost your whole life, but you had never imagined you would witness the slightly very seductive and flirtatious side of the sweet little, innocent boy from Queens.

You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t enjoyed the little experience, even if it left you feeling extremely vulnerable and flustered - being a rather confident girl, that was something you definitely weren’t used to. You always liked Peter, he was an amazing friend, however, the episode left you desiring for something more… which has led you to this moment; sitting alone in the library and Googling for flirting tips during your free period. As pathetic as it sounded, you had a plan to finally admit your feelings for Peter, you’d win his heart the way he’d unknowingly captured yours.

You sigh as the page buffers, stupid school wifi.

But in order for your plan to be successful, you needed to be able to flirt. And unfortunately, that doesn’t happen overnight.

The page finally loads and you cheer silently in success, jumping slightly in your seat. The librarian glares at you accusingly but doesn’t raise a finger.

“These internet people better know what they’re doing…” you murmur to yourself as your eyes skim through an article. Of course, it was useless.

You yelp in surprise as you felt someone breathe on the back of your neck while peering over your shoulder. Hurriedly, you slam the laptop shut but the damage had been done.

“Learning how to flirt on the internet?” Michelle drawls with a smirk and you feel yourself heat up. “I’ve tried it before. You’re lame.”

“Wait, but you said you tried it too-” you start before she cuts you off with a smirk. Ah, Michelle, such a complex and bright mind yet ever so confusing at times.

A thought suddenly pops into your head.

“So are you any good at flirting now? Perhaps you could help me?” you inquire hopefully. Sure, Michelle didn’t seem like a flirt, but at this point, you honestly didn’t know what to expect from anyone anymore.

“Me? Flirt? Pfft, no. I’d rather be doing something productive, like drawing people in crisis.”

You simply nod, not exactly eager to find out what she meant about ‘people in crisis’.

She ignores you for the rest of the period, checking out a few interesting looking books as you resume reading a few blogs and online magazine articles, but to no avail. By the time the bell rang you still hadn’t learned anything new.

Sighing in frustration, you pack your things.


“Okay, Ned. Play along with me for a moment.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m going to do something, just go with it!”

Ned looks dumbfounded as you saunter over to him, twirling a strand of hair around your fingers.

“Hey, handsome,” you whisper, closing in on him. He backs up nervously against the lockers.


You give him a flirtatious wink.

“(Y/N), you’re scaring me.”

You sigh in defeat as you slam your face into the lockers with a loud bang. A few freshmen stare at you curiously but you couldn’t care less. Ned, on the other hand, looks as confused as ever as he awkwardly tried to pry your face from the lockers.

“Hey Ned, (Y/N)!” you hear an all too familiar voice call. The feet carrying the person skid to a stop. “Uh, what’s wrong with her?”

Peter glances at Ned, who shrugs before walking off, still pondering over your crazy behaviour from earlier. Peter pokes your head gently but you ignore him, even though you wanted nothing more than to face him and look into his beautiful eyes.

“(Y/N),” Peter tries again when he suddenly spots Flash coming around the corner. His face lights up in realization and the faintest traces of hope, however, you (your face still shoved against the lockers) didn’t see his eyes shine in excitement. “Ah, I see. Flash approaching quickly at six o'clock. Want to put your old plan into action again?”

His voice is eager and hopeful, but once again this remained unnoticed by you for your face was starting to flush, the blood roaring like strong waves in your ears.

Without warning, Peter successfully removes your face from the cool metal (damn his inhuman strength) and twirls you around to face him, his cheeky, flirtatious smirk from a few days before, returning.

You feel your knees shaking beneath you and your heart beating faster. You wanted to scream in delight but also die right there and then. You weren’t prepared, the websites had taught you nothing. You were defenseless and you wouldn’t be able to play along with him nor tell him how you really felt. Your heart stopped and all your trains of thought left you as he opened his mouth.

“There isn’t a word in the dictionary to describe how beautiful you are.” Peter whispered, his voice low and husky.

Your face was burning like a freshly lit fire as he gazed into your eyes, taking your hand in his gently. You tried to keep your hand as still as possible, but it was shaking madly in his grasp. However, his grip only tightened. You rack your brain to the websites you browsed merely hours ago, and blurt out the first thing that came to mind. The line that would allow Peter to understand how you truly felt, the line that would start your relationship as a real couple-

“And you must be the square root of two, because I feel irrational around you.” you uttered, your voice awfully tremulous.

He chuckles and you wanted nothing more than to slap yourself. Out of the hundreds of pick up lines you read, you chose to use the only one with math? Freaking mathematics? Nobody would ever take that seriously, not even Peter and he wore science pun shirts for goodness sake!

“Good one, (Y/N). I’ll have to get that printed on a shirt soon,” he laughs, vocalizing your thoughts. “But back to business.”

Before you knew what you were doing and before he could say anything ridiculously attractive, you push him against the lockers, sealing the small gap that was between the two of you. He looks surprised at first but it doesn’t last long as his face sports his seductive smile again.

“Whoa, careful darling. Please keep your distance. I might fall for you.” he mused, as you fought hard to keep your blush from darkening.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. It was going to work this time. It had to.

“Roses are red, my face is too… and that only happens when I’m around you.”

You shut your eyes tightly, dreading his reaction. You didn’t know what to expect, perhaps he would think that you’re still playing along, or maybe you had just ruined a perfectly amazing friendship with Pete or-

Your body tenses as his hand finds his way to your cheek, cupping it gently. It glides swiftly to your chin, his touch feather-light, and tilts your head so that you were less than inches away from his face. You hesitantly open your eyes, only to meet his gentle ones that showed no sign of anger, confusion or pity. Were you mistaken or did his eyes sparkle with love? And did yours too?

“I want to be the reason you look down at your phone and smile,” you resumed. His eyebrows quirk up in an adorable way and he opens his mouth to reply but you start speaking again. “And walk into a pole.”

The two of you double over with laughter and butterflies flutter in your stomach as Peter pulls you into him, wrapping you in a hug.

“You totally ruined the perfect moment,” he chided while continuing to chuckle. “I was about to say something equally as romantic y'know.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve heard enough of that from you already.” you admitted, grinning wildly. “And are you admitting to liking me too?”

He smirks and pushes you against the lockers, trapping you against him and the metal that creaked in protest from behind you. The space between the two of you, incredibly small. But you definitely weren’t complaining.

“That I am. I have for years. And besides… your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”

He leans in and you mimic his movements, lifting you face up to connect your lips to his-

“Hey (Y/N), I was wondering if you wanted - ARG, WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERY SINGLE FREAKING TIME?” Flash shrieks from the other side of the hallway as he spotted the two of you against the lockers.

You and Peter pull away abruptly, and you sigh disappointedly. Your eyes shoot daggers at his back as Flash retreats, his heavy footsteps echoing angrily.

“And another perfect moment ruined.” Peter sighed dramatically, pulling you to his side while snaking his arm around your waist. You snuggle into his embrace.

“You owe me a kiss now.” he declares with a smile.

“Yes, I do.”

Your plan was definitely successful.


Thank you so much for your support on this series!… (wait is it even considered a series??) 

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Do you ever have something enter in your mind, right a you’re about to fall asleep, and it’s so vivid and clear that you immediately have to either write it down or draw it before it sleips away forever?

Because the other day this book-horse popped into my head and, holy kittens, it was such a scramble, all I knew was that in the dreamlike scenario it was both @modmad​’s and based off her character ɹnoℲ, it was (in the words of a hastily scribbed note) “electronic and bleepy inside”, and I had to scribble him down there and then.

When I mentioned it/drawing it properly to @squigglydigglydoo​ whilst skyping with her today, she suggested what if the extremities were paper, so….

Say hello to Bookie!

He sounds like crinkling paper when he walks, and rustling paper when he runs. He hates water, and likes to hide among bookshelves despite being horse-sized. His pet peeve is being mistaken for a deer. He eats paper, but only when it’s folded into origami shapes. He has googly eyes because googly eyes are hilarious.

My notes, since they’re nigh-impossible to read:
“Inside is all electronic and bleepy like a spaceship”
“Is actually in two haves”
“Modmad horse (based off that nursery horse thing”
“Inside looking out”


Ok, so @magicaldestiny was SO KIND to let me off the hook for her birthday fic while I was drowning in Spacedogs stories. So I would like to thank her for that and say….LOOK! I remembered to do the thing, months later. Please forgive the lateness - as well as how incredibly sappy this is m’dear. 

         Will pulled the blanket around him, trying to control the shivers that wracked his body.  This was worse than the cliff - worse than the sound of his skull rattling as Jack screamed for Hannibal to stop the saw. Will let himself loll to the side, head thumping weakly on the arm of the sofa. Through half-closed eyes, Will saw calf-leather loafers shuffling toward him.

         “If you were planning to kill me again, now would be a great time,” Will moaned, letting his eyes fall closed. He heard the clink of a tray as it settled on the coffee table before he felt himself being pulled upright and settled against a warm, solid mass.

         “I wouldn’t dream of killing you,” Hannibal murmured in Will’s ear, offering him a steaming cup of tea. “Unless you wipe your nose on my hand loomed throw again.”

         “I apologized for that.” The tea smelled of ginger, Will gulped it down.

         “Hmmm, and yet the stain remains.”

         “You know you actually gutted me, right? Like, my actual innards spilled out.”

         “I regret that more than you’ll ever know.” Hannibal sighed, pressing a kiss behind Will’s ear. “I’m sure the floors had to be refinished. They were original to the house.”

         “If I wasn’t three seconds from dying, I’d smack you.”

         “Don’t be ridiculous, Will. You’ve got hours before dehydration would even seriously threaten you.” Hannibal held up a bowl of soup and made Will swallow a few spoonfuls. “There, I’ve just bought you another half hour, at least.”

         “Did Hopkins ever talk to you about bedside manor?”

         Hannibal smirked. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

         Will sneered. “Sex puns? When I’m too weak to defend myself? Have you no mercy?”

         “None.”  Hannibal fed Will a few more swallows of soup before setting the bowl on the table. “Now, how shall we wait out this illness? I could read to you? Perhaps play something?”

         Will opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Hannibal frowned.


         “You won’t want to do it.”

         “I would have thought after the incident in Pallentine Chapel, you’d know there is very little I’m not willing to do to and for you.”

         “For the last time, if I had known that goddamn nun was watching us, I wouldn’t have-”

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The imagine is: “What all the skelebros would do if reader got cancer?  How they reacted when they found out from the doctor, how the treatment was for them mentally (cause chemotherapy fucking sucks) and their brothers being there for them and giving them hope, and how they react when the reader got better right when they thought she was gonna die.”

This was submitted by @sparkly-potato-wasteland, who is a total sweetheart and one of the nicest people ever, because her friend is going through this at the moment.  I know it doesn’t have as much fluff as it probably should, but I hope it’s all right. <3


He’s the one that insisted you go to the doctor in the first place, even if he made a few jokes and puns about you being as lethargic as him before he realized you were getting sicker.  Hearing the word cancer immediately terrifies him–he knows what it means.  Cancer may not be a thing for monsters, but he’s studied enough about humans to know what kind of havoc it can cause on a human’s body.  He’s the one that keeps a level head despite his internal turmoil; he’s always been good at pushing his emotions to the back-burner, to process them during the nights when he can’t sleep and ends up alone with his thoughts.  He asks the doctor all the major questions–treatment options, surgery, chemo, success rates, the size of the tumor–and he jots down notes.  He’s going to research everything he can about all of it, and then he’s going to make sure you’re going to the best hospital.

But he doesn’t tell you any of this.  Instead, he keeps his usual grin in-place and shrugs.  "you can beat this, kiddo.  you’re the strongest person i know.“

He means every word.

He never tells you how worried he is, or how this diagnosis–and watching you suffer through chemo–has driven him back into drinking.  He starts thinking about RESETs, and on his darker days, when you’re sleeping and he’s spending the night at Grillby’s, he calls up Frisk and starts slurring about having them RESET.  If anything happens to you… he’ll just make them RESET everything, despite their promise not to.  

Nothing’s ever been permanent before, so why should it start now?  

To your face, however, he’s still his usual self, encouraging you and making jokes and puns.  He watches whatever you like while you rest your head in his lap, but he isn’t sleeping.  He worries all the time, and of course Papyrus notices.  Thankfully, his brother is a pillar of positivity that takes care of both of you.  After all, Papyrus has grown to love you like a member of the family, so you often end up with both skeletons lying with you on the bed or couch. 

Papyrus keeps reassuring Sans–and he confronts him late one night about his drinking–and Sans finally lets a few of his worries slip out.  It makes him feel lighter, telling someone; especially when Papyrus assures him that everything will be all right.  He’s so confident that Sans believes him.

It’s a rocky road to recovery.  At one point, the doctors are laying out the worst-case scenario, and Sans can feel his usual smile slipping.  However, right before you’re going into surgery, he grabs your hand and looks you directly in the eye.  "it’s going to be ok.”

He’s so serious that he resists the easy pun.  And he was right; you pull through and he stays with you when everything hurts and you can barely stomach anything.  He gets you food infused with magic, and he’s there whenever you need anything–as is Papyrus.  

And when you’re sleeping in his lap, and he’s watching your serene expression with a soft smile, he whispers into the night, “see?  told ya you’re the strongest person i know.”


Papyrus doesn’t understand what cancer is, so the word doesn’t scare him like it should.

“OH, SO YOU’RE SICK? THE DOCTORS WILL GET YOU MEDICINE, RIGHT?”  His brows are furrowed, and he looks worried.  He thought your just had a cold.  Sans is the one that ends up explaining the diagnosis to him, since you don’t have the heart to tell Paps–and you’re struggling to accept it yourself.  


He’s as attentive as he says, doing everything possible for you.  Watching you go through the treatments is the toughest part, however.  When you’re weak and throwing up, he feels helpless.  Sans helps him find things that you can keep down, forbidding Papryus from cooking for you himself.  Papyrus is continuously positive, always reassuring you.  "YOUR BODY IS STRONG, HUMAN!  IT’S FIGHTING THIS!  THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL NOT LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU, SO DON’T WORRY!!”  

He doesn’t even let Sans know how worried he is, but he does ask Sans all sorts of questions about the treatment and how safe the surgery is.  Papyrus will always be your pillar of strength, and Sans wisely refuses to let him look up anything on the internet.  If he knew just what surgery entailed, he would likely start crying.  

Still, when you’re being brought back for surgery, he never stops smiling and holding your hand, giving you encouraging words. “I’LL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP!  AND WHEN YOU FEEL BETTER, WE’LL GO WHEREVER YOU WANT, AND I’LL COOK ALL YOUR FAVORITE FOODS!”  He paces for hours in the waiting area, and it’s Sans that tells him everything will be fine.  He really needed to hear it.  

And, well–Sans is right.  Papyrus showers you with skeletal kisses, punctuating each clink of his teeth against your skin with a loud “MUAH!” for emphasis.  And when you feel better, he takes you to all your favorite places and absolutely dotes on you, providing cuddles, kisses, and positivity.  


Red doesn’t handle the news well.  

He knows what cancer is; his background involved experimenting on studying humans before he left The Lab.  He knows how fragile humans can be– how fragile everything can be.  It’s why he kept you at arms’ length for the longest time, keeping his flirting playful and casual.  But, he’s fallen for you–big-time–and he’ll be damned if he lets anything happen to you now.  

He threatens the doctors when you’re not around and researches the best treatment options.   He’s grouchy toward everyone except you–even his brother.  He ends up fighting with Edge when he’s in a particularly bad mood, and when Edge realizes what’s going on, he actually cuts Red some slack.  

You’re asleep when Red’s drinking in the living room, staring at the static on the TV in his own personal hell.  Edge grabs him by the front of his sweater and jerks him off the couch.  Automatically, Red’s eyesocket wisps to life with magic, his sharp teeth bared in a growl that Edge simply scowls at, unperturbed.  


That actually gets through to Red, and he changes his perspective.  He’s always been sweet to you throughout this, cuddling you and rubbing your back when you feel sick and your body aches.  He tries every food he can think of to help you keep it down, and he’ll use his magic to teleport/levitate you around with ease.  

When you’re gearing up for surgery, he’s a bundle of nervous energy, but he still manages a smile as he rubs his hand along your arm.  “sweetheart, everything’ll be fine.  you’re tough; it’s what i like about’cha.  we’ll watch tons of shitty mtt re-runs after this and laugh at the terrible actin’, just ya wait.”

He paces and wrings his hands in the waiting room.  Edge has to tell him to stop and be still, so he reluctantly complies, but fidgets the entire time.  Once it’s over, he sighs in relief as he watches you slowly come to.  He’s holding your hand, touching your face like you’re made of glass, and there are red-tinted tears glinting in his sockets.  

“hey, sweetheart.”  His voice is thick and even gruffer than usual.  “ya did great.  everything’s gonna be ok now, and ’m not leavin’ your side for a minute.”



Edge doesn’t understand the term, and his bony brows furrow together.  Human biology isn’t something he’s all that familiar with, aside from what he already knows about your body.  Illnesses elude him, and the more the doctor explains, the angrier he begins to feel.  You’re strong–you’re kind–you’re everything he’s ever wanted.  You’ve never done anything to deserve this, and yet you have something attacking your body from within.  

He doesn’t know how to protect you.

He’s quiet when he gets home, his body tense.  “…. ARE YOU FEELING ALL RIGHT?”  Even though he’s stressed, he’s going to make sure you’re okay.  He’s going to read to you while you lie on the couch, cuddled up to his chest, and once you fall asleep, he’ll hold you for a moment before he sneaks off to spend the night researching everything he can.  He’ll even swallow his pride and call Alphys up, even though he thinks she’s a “CRAZY BITCH” and ask for her input.   Red ends up being the one to explain a few things to him, and when he notices how tense his brother is, Red moves to touch his shoulder.  Edge flinches, but doesn’t bat him away.

“…it’s gonna be ok, boss.  they’re tough.”

He’s intimidating during doctor’s visits; he doesn’t want anyone to touch you, but he lets them because he’s been told it’s for the best.  He glowers at everyone, but his expression softens whenever he looks at you.  He’s never encountered anything like this; he’s always been able to confront any issue head-on, to do whatever it takes to protect his family.  The fact that you might… that you could…

NO.  He resolutely does not even entertain the idea.  He’s going to will you better with his stubborn attitude.  

When you’re going into surgery, he stands beside you, tenderly touching your cheek.  “….I WON’T LET THEM MESS THIS UP, ALL RIGHT?  I’LL BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND IF IT COMES TO THAT.”  It’s an empty threat, but it makes you smile regardless.  He’s always been so dramatic with his threats.  “BUT YOU’RE STUBBORN, AND YOU’LL BE FINE.  I KNOW HOW STRONG YOU ARE, HOW RESILIENT!”

He works on his traps in a notebook while he’s in the waiting room in an attempt to distract himself and channel his nervous energy into something productive.   As soon as you’re out and moved to a room, he’s immediately at your side; the nurses have to work around him.  He wants to make sure you know he’s been there the entire time.  

“How’d it go?” you manage to voice, still groggy.  


He stays by your side, sleeping uncomfortably in a chair during your hospital stay.  When you’re released, he does the unthinkable and takes personal time off work to take care of you, doing everything in his power to make sure you’re not in pain and recovering your strength.  

From this point forward, he’ll be even more protective over you than usual.  

Maas Problems

No matter how many books I read, I can get over my ToG and ACOTAR hangover. I discovered them in the end of February and there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of them ever since. I kind of start new books just to not reread Sarah’s books now. And made sure all of my friends read them too lol.

My mom is actually reading Throne of Glass right now.

Okay lets get real for a second.

Hey everyone I know you all are a little bit upset that a person has met Taylor Swift more times then you or you have never been noticed etc etc. I am posting this to let you know that I have been there. That does not automatically change how you are feeling. What you are feeling is perfectly normal and honestly fine. 

What is not fine is attacking people who had their dream come true earlier then you. I know this fandom has not been kind to one another recently and it breaks my heart honestly to see this in the Swiftie fanbase because we should be lifting each other up and not bringing each other down you know what I mean? I get your upset but don’t take your anger out on people who had their dream come true because that ain’t fair to them. 

I know your like “Raychel you’ve been invited to a secret session yo-” well yes I have but sadly I couldn’t go because of the costs. Even before that I never thought I would ever get to meet Taylor Swift or get an invite to any Taylor Nation event. All I wanted was for Taylor Swift to read a post of my heart surgery story but never imagined in my wildest dreams getting an invite. 

Long story short, we are in this together (HSM pun intended.) I know how you feel, they know how you felt. We will all get a chance to meet Taylor Swift soon. This is a long heck of a post but I hope one day I will prove my point when I eventually meet her. Hang in there everyone and lets spread love - not hate!

~ Raychel 


I see a lot of #metoo posts on social media and somehow I always wonder how they feel about it and what exactly happened. Not because it is less worse when it’s “only” through words. But because my life is so hard since I was sexually abused. Every joke from someone which had a sexual “pun” in it feels so much worse when you have been through sexual abuse.

I thought a fucking lot about also taking part in the #metoo happenings on social media but still the only one I feel safe writing about is tumblr. The reason is simple: I have relatives and friends who do not know that I was raped. And I can’t just post this hashtag without any explanation on how bad I felt ever since.

I probably was depressed before but since that day it is a lot worse. Jokes that are meant to be harmless hurt so much. Today at work (I work in a hotel, and I showed two guests a room) I was asked if I was included in the price. And all I wanted was to scream and run but I couldn’t. I had to put on a mask and a fucking smile and told them under laughter no. And this hurts. I know they didn’t mean to hurt me and that they had no idea about what happened to me. But those jokes can really affect my mood. And good damn I wish they wouldn’t.

To everyone out there who has been through abuse, no matter in what way, you are so strong. Please keep going.

anonymous asked:

32 for jonghyun please (if you still do these), i love your writing 😊

Originally posted by jinqki

Kim Jonghyun+ “When someone kisses the other person’s hand(s)”

She takes a soft breath as she sits in between Jonghyun’s legs, the two of them sitting on the floor of their living room as the warmth that was his body comforted her. There was something about cuddling with Jonghyun, including the normal radiation that his body had to create that warmth that she loved so much, but from his broad shoulders and short legs, she felt like he could protect her from everything and anything. However, at this point she knows that Jonghyun was far too lost in his own thoughts and not paying attention to the movie, since he was far more immersed in playing with the fruits that she had brought for snacks instead of resting his head over her shoulder and look at the TV, like he had been doing before.

She eyes him suspiciously, because he had been laughing softly while munching on a piece of mango and she isn’t sure if he’s planning anything, but he doesn’t look like he’s laughing for nothing. However, she lets it slide as she reaches for the remote, turning the TV off before looking towards Jonghyun, who had stopped laughing to look at her fully.

“What?” He asks and she can’t help but smile at the cuteness of his features. His widened eyes, which resembled the mischief and innocence of a kid, his plump lips that were meant for kissing her lips or her neck. Everything about Jonghyun was simple art, turned into the most beautiful of masterpieces that she just calls…hers. “I thought you liked that movie.”

“You’re acting all weird, Jonghyun, what’s up?” At this time, she crosses her arms over her chest as she looks straight into his eyes, making Jonghyun pucker up his lips before reaching for one of the fruits, an apple to be specific.

“Well, I was just thinking…” He trails his voice and she frowns deeply, seeing him laugh softly to himself before regaining his calm. “That you’re the apple to my eye.” He holds the apple in front of his eye and she looks at him with her mouth agape, blinking softly a few times as he has a smile on his face. She scoffs, reaching for one of the fruits as he starts to talk once again. “Babe-”

“Sh,” She shushes him before placing a piece of fruit inside his mouth. “Just, don’t talk, don’t ever try to make a pun again, it’s…horrible.” However, she can’t help but smile softly when she sees the blush on Jonghyun’s cheeks and the small puffing of his cheeks. Then, she rests her head over his shoulder as he speaks.

Jonghyun swallows his food before speaking. “I guess I just spent too much time with Jinki this weekend…” She laughs softly at the mere thought of the two males, sipping on glasses of wine as they speak about puns and so on. Indeed, what Jonghyun said sounded like something one or the other would have said at least once in their life. “I thought it was funny.” She pats her head before interlocking their fingers together, seeing him lick his lips slowly before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “But you didn’t laugh.” Then, he bites the flesh softly and playfully, and she can’t help but chuckle.

“Sorry.” She whispers before pressing her lips softly over his hands and rushing towards his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as she takes in the scent that represented Jonghyun. Manly, soft and lingering, just the perfect cologne that she won’t ever forget. “I love you so, so much, Jonghyun.” Jonghyun smiles widely, hugging her tighter before wrapping his legs around her body, hearing her laugh softly as he presses audible pecks all around her face. “Sweetheart-”

“I love you, baby girl.” He tells her and she bites her bottom lip, looking up and down his features before wondering…how did she get so lucky?

Don't flirt with goat mom (old audio)

Now for something a little interesting! Believe it or not, this was actually the first audio post/dub I ever created (because sometimes I get excited and make the audio before I’ve even been given permission) BUT I HAVE PERMISSION NOW! Thank you to ruurune for letting me voice this! Thought you guys would be interested in this lil relic.

the space between us (chapter 3)

chapter title: new places and tiny spaces
words: 2.5k
story summary: What’s a ladybug to do when her kitten becomes a cat?

previous chapters: 1, 2

a/n: you can blame @imploder​ for 80% of the bad puns in this chapter.

AO3 | FF

Adrien is stiff.

There’s no other way to describe the way he’s sitting. Every time Marinette looks over at him, he looks like he’s holding his breath, and he startles like a young fawn every time she starts talking to him.

He’s been like this for the past hour and a half, ever since the Gorilla had to brake hard and Marinette fell sideways into his lap, her head hitting his stomach and her hands flying between his legs.

She managed to get up quickly, regaining composure remarkably quickly—Alya would be proud—but since then, the two of them have spent most of it sitting in silence like tightly wound springs, in between brief naps that are more like tense half-awake power naps and less like relaxing.

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The Nightmare Before Christmas


“Will… please…”

Nico knelt next to Will, whose broken body was lying on the ground.

Will’s chest was rising and falling, but not at a consistent speed.

Tears streamed down Nico’s face. “Will, don’t leave me… “

Will’s eyes cracked open. He raised a hand, shaking, and touched Nico’s cheek.

“Hey… it’s going to be okay.”

Will’s voice was only a little above a whisper.

Nico held his hand, crying harder.

Will pulled Nico closer to him. “Nico… if- if I don’t make it… I just want you to know. I love you. So much.”

Nico held Will closer as he cried, telling Will that he wasn’t going to die, that he loved him, that he wouldn’t let him leave, but Will’s muscles loosened, and he looked into Nico’s eyes as the light faded from his own.

—– —– —– —–

Nico’s eyes snapped open.

Nightmares. Again.

It had been a year since Will had left, and Nico was still haunted by the memory. In the first few months, he had visited the Underworld, pleading with his father to let Will return to the living.

He had spent hours crying, every day. He still did.

Nico rolled over in his bed, swinging his legs off. He walked over to his bathroom, getting a glass of water and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a sparkle of color outside. Christmas lights. And snow. It was Christmas Eve.

Nico didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore. They’d always celebrated it together, and Nico couldn’t stand to be there without him.

Nico walked back to his bed, and checked the time. 8:00. Too early to be up.

But, he couldn’t go back to sleep, especially not after a nightmare.

Nico pulled a sweatshirt over his head, and walked out the door.

—– —– —– —–

The day passed by in a blur. Percy, Jason, and Leo hovered around him all day, teething trying to improve the mood, but Nico barely listened.

All he could think about was the two Christmases that he had spent with Will.

The eggnog, the movies they watched.


—– —– —–

When the boys finally left him alone, Nico started the wall walk back to his cabin.

The colors and sounds all reminded him of Will. He couldn’t stand this any more.

He slammed the door of his cabin behind him, a few tears making their way down his cheeks.

Nico gasped.

His cabin, which was usually dark, and gloomy, was covered in lights and colors. The walls had strings of lights strung up around, and the fireplace had two rainbow stockings.

And of course, in the middle of it all, was a Christmas tree. It was easily as tall as Jason, with little rooms ornaments hanging ask around it.

When Nico looked closer, the ornaments shimmered, and reflected different scenes from around the camp, memories.

The tree even had presents under it.

And, pinned to the star on the Christmas tree, was a note. Addressed to Nico.

Then, it all crashed down on Nico.

It was beautiful, but it made him angry.

He didn’t want to remember all the times that he spent with Will, because now he was gone, and it was all Nico’s fault.

Whoever had done this wasn’t being kind.

“Go to hell.” Nico muttered under his breath.

No one responded.

Nico reached up for the small letter, and ripped the envelope open. The message was written in a familiar cursive, though he couldn’t put his finger on who it was.

He started to read.

(A/N I’m on a tablet, and can’t figure out how to get italics, so / is italics. Bear with me)

/So, I’m just going to leave a quick message here, hopefully you’ll find it. I was supposed to deliver the information /gift, and I  wanted to keep it a secret, so here you go: Hades sent you a Christmas present. I really hope you’ll like it, and I know that I will./

“Pretty good pun, isn’t it?” Said a soft voice, coming from behind Nico.

He jumped, and in the millisecond before he spun around, he prepared to scream at Percy, or Jason, or whoever it was, that they should have left him alone.

He turned around, breathing heavily, and opened his mouth to speak.

But, the words wouldn’t come.

“Merry Christmas, Nico.”

Stretched out on his bed, was none other than Nico’s boyfriend.

His bright blonde hair glittered in the light of the tree, and his smile was as sunny as ever.

“Oh my gods… I-I thought I’d never see you again… I-”

Nico’s voice cracked, and he fell to his knees, sobbing.

“Hey Sunshine, it’s gonna be okay. I get to stay. For as long as you want me to.”

Will knelt down next to Nico, and pulled him close.

Nico looked up, eyes shining with tears.

“Stay… forever?”

Will tilted Nico’s chin upwards, and pressed his lips to Nico’s.


Here is the thing..

Here’s the thing, for about a year now I’ve been falling for you more and more each day but lately something has changed. We don’t text everyday like we used to, we no longer have our late night talks about our past before we met or our future together. You no longer tell me that things are going to be okay and that you will always be around. There is no more good morning texts and afternoon check ups almost as if you’ve forgotten that I ever exited. There is nobody there anymore to laugh at my corny puns, or dry the tears off of my cheeks. There are no more innocent I love yous or thoughtful goodbyes. All I’m left with is silence that shatters my walls. I now have these memories of you that I cannot forget and you are everywhere I look. I cannot rid you from my life, and honestly I don’t know if I want to. But the thing is regardless of how easily you left me and forgot what we had I cannot. I still love you more than anything and I believe what we had was real. And the thing is I think that is what is killing me its not you its this ideal of you that I’ve engraved into my mind.

Shrouded heart [open for ask the ghost in the mirror]

(@ask-the-ghost-in-the-mirror​ moving our thread here.)

“Oh you live there, huh?” Sans said, sounding surprised. “I didn’t know that.” He folded his arms and thought for a bit. “Come to think of it, I didn’t think anyone lived there. It’s a nice area though. As long as no one pulls irritating pranks with the echo flowers-like having them sing annoying songs.” He chuckled. “Not that I would ever do that. I would just have ‘em say puns or knock knock jokes.”

“So how long have you lived there?” Sans asked. “I don’t think I’ve seen you there before.”

Christmas Livestreams! Yogchat 2.0

Hey guys, some of you may remember last year when I came up with this post.

It was a pretty awesome Skype group! For me, and I’m pretty sure a few others who were involved too, it actually made the christmas livestreams even better.
It basically brought a whole group of yognaughts together, most of who were also watching the streams and so you could talk about all the stressy lewlew moments, dirty hats improv and overall yog stupidity with.
Even when yogs wernt streaming, it was just a nice bunch of nerds to have a laugh with really. 
There was people in there who I hadn’t really interacted that much with previously but became really close and good friends. A small group of us even sent each other christmas cards which was v. cute :P
also puns. many, many puns. What else could you ever want?

Because of all this and the fact i’ve got quite a few asks about it recently i basically kinda thought hey why not make another one this year? 
I thought now would be a good time to start as well, considering the livestreams start in just over a week.

To be honest i dont think it was too confusing last year (not as bad as i thought it would be) but if you have any suggestions for better group chat platforms, please let me know before Dec 1st! (just not tinychat cause oh boy did i balls that up last year..)

However for now, if you want to be in the group:

  • add me on Skype
  • send me a message saying you want to join and add your tumblr url 
    (I easily get confused between skype contacts and tumblr URLs so even if you think I will know who you are, please tell me just in case to lesser the chance of me embarrassing myself [including those who already have me on skype])

That’s it! Feel free to send me any asks or message me if you’re confused or want extra information on this. A pre warning however, there will be many messages so when it comes to the livestreams, it’s probably best if you turn the notification sound off, can get pretty annoying!

It was a lot of fun last year and hopefully, if anyone is interested, it will be just as good if not better this time! <3