his nose looks a little weird

Draco wasn’t breathing. 

Why wasn’t he breathing?

Had Harry done something wrong?

He tightened his grip around Draco, hugging him closer, closer, closer, breathing soft words of encouragement in his ear. “Please, baby,” Harry whispered, his heart hammering in his chest because why wasn’t Draco breathing? “Talk to me.” 

Draco jerked in his arms, as if slapped, and he choked back a sob, “I - I can’t -”

“I’m sorry -” Harry immediately said, kissing the top of Draco’s head. “You don’t need to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent, burying himself deep against Harry’s chest. Draco kept jerking in Harry’s arms, as if in war with himself, not sure if he wanted to bolt or get closer, closer, closer

Why was Draco crying?

“Did I do something wrong?” Harry tried tentatively after a while, rocking them from side to side. 

(What? It seemed to calm toddlers down - there was no reason why it wouldn’t do the trick for Draco.)

“No,” Draco whispered into his chest, heaving. “I - it’s my fault - I -”

“Your fault?”

Draco nodded. “I - I’m - you’re gay and I’m… I’m not a real boy -”

“Oh.”

So that was the problem. “Draco,” Harry started carefully, “you are. Just because you don’t have a cock -”

Draco giggled - hiccoughed a dry sob. “Vulgar.”

“Shut up,” Harry smiled. “I mean it, though. You’re a boy.”

“I’m not -”

“You are.” Harry said firmly, his grip on Draco so tight it might bruise. “I’m gay, you’re a boy -”

“Harry -”

“- and I am incredibly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Draco said, his breath hot on Harry’s neck. He was silent for a while, almost scarily still, until he slowly tilted his head to look up at Harry. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and he had never looked more beautiful. “Oh,” he repeated, a smile breaking through. “I love you too.”

Harry kissed his nose. 

Partly because he knew it would make Draco giggle again.

Partly just because he could.

But mostly because, though still crying, Draco was breathing again. 

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Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

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i’m sure this has been done. but. eh.

“I don’t think it’s that bad,” Neil says.

Andrew looks away from the road to Neil, and then back again.

“They’re not,” Neil attempts.

The only reason Neil finally agreed to go to the dentist was because of the threat of being benched by the coaches. Not because the pain has been affecting his playing - of course it hasn’t - but because everyone on the team is sick of him holding and rotating his jaw all the time, obviously in pain but completely unwilling to admit it.

“You do as the doctors say now,” Andrew says, a reminder of an old agreement made back when Neil first went pro. Neil’s innate distrust in people wasn’t ever going to be a good enough reason for him to be stupid in regards to medical care when he was out of Abby’s hands. Andrew would like to think that now they’re on the same team he would have slightly more sway over Neil, but that’s never really been the case.

“He’s not a doctor.” The level of scorn in Neil’s voice is truly impressive. 

“Medical professional, then.” Andrew imagines the look on the dentist’s face as hearing Neil’s real opinion of him.

“Lots of people keep their wisdom teeth,” Neil says. “You still have yours.”

Andrew’s aren’t growing sideways out of his skull and threatening to crowd all his other teeth together. The term the dentist had used for Neil’s was ‘severely impacted’. He’d referred Neil to a maxillofacial surgeon and said that Neil would be lucky if they could be removed under sedation rather than a general anaesthetic. 

“I know,” Andrew says, rather than attempting a logical argument. There’s really no point.

“What?”

“I know, it’s hard to believe that my mouth really is bigger than yours,” Andrew says.


The threat of benching works well enough to get Neil to the surgeon, which is unsurprising to anyone who actually knows Neil. He’s calm and unafraid all day, except for the piercing look he gives Andrew in the moments before he’s ushered away.

“There’s a quiet waiting room just through here,” someone says, indicating a door. “You would be amazed how ill people have to be before they stop considering asking for an autograph.”

It’s been a while since anyone over the age of about sixteen asked Andrew for an autograph - the older ones got the idea eventually - but the offer of a quiet place to not be stared at isn’t anything to be sniffed at. Andrew goes through the door and takes a spot on a chair next to the window with a clear view of the door.

His fingers itch for a cigarette. He reaches for his phone instead.

Social media isn’t of much interest to him, so he spends a good half-hour reading news articles spiralling into scientific studies and then into the rabbit hole of wikipedia. He’s not sure quite how long it’s been when a knock at the door interrupts him from the page he’s reading on Indian mathematics.

Someone in scrubs puts her head through the door. “Mister Minyard? Neil is in recovery now. You can come sit with him.”

Andrew stands and follows her quick bustle of a walk, putting his phone in his pocket as he goes. The nurse is chatting as speedily as she walks. “Once he’s more awake and we know for sure he’s feeling himself he can be discharged. He’s a little quiet right now, but he asked for you before.”

She ushers him into a private room - another perk of being professional athletes - with a smile. 

Neil is lying on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, but he opens them when he hears Andrew sitting in the chair at his side. He looks a little like a chipmunk with the gauze stuffed in his cheeks, his jaw swollen enough that it’s grotesquely square rather than its usual fine-angled shape.

“Hey,” Andrew says.

He’s not necessarily expecting chattiness, but he is expecting an answer. Instead Neil just stares at him. His eyes are very large, as are his pupils.

“Hi,” he says eventually. He sounds exactly like he’s talking through a mouthful of cotton. The nurse comes in and fiddles with the blood pressure cuff on his arm, and Neil rolls his head around to watch her doing it.

“I’m just going to squash your arm again, okay?” she says, with the manner of someone talking to a child or an adult who is exceptionally out of their mind on drugs.

Neil doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then comes out with, “This is Andrew.”

The nurse flicks Andrew a look and a small smile. “We met, actually. He was waiting outside for you.”

“He’ll always wait for me,” Neil tells her, matter-of-fact. “He’s my partner.”

The nurse’s expression doesn’t change much, but it’s only through power of will, Andrew suspects. She looks like she would love to laugh. “That’s really nice of him.”

“Yeah,” Neil sighs warmly. He’s pathetic. 

“I would have recognised him anyway,” the nurse says, still looking amused. “I’m a Rebels fan.”

Neil, who is the biggest Rebels fan in the city, does something that might have been a half-smile if it weren’t for the current state of his face. Then it falls off. Mournfully, he says, “I can’t play this week.”

“No, but you’ll be back out there before you know it,” the nurse comforts. Her name tag says ‘Helen’ and has a yellow flower on it. “Are you playing, Andrew?”

“He’s the starting goalie,” Neil says before Andrew can say anything, almost making it to sounding affronted. Mostly he just sounds loopy. Andrew has never seen him have so many emotional shifts in thirty seconds before.

“I thought he might be stuck looking after you,” Helen replies. “I know what athletes are like.”

“I can look after myself.” That’s a very Neil answer, and also a complete lie. Andrew is banking on Neil being too miserable to want to come to the game in two days, because otherwise he’ll be on the bench in all his swollen-faced glory.

“I’m sure you can,” Helen says, and pats him on the shoulder condescendingly. Neil doesn’t notice at all. “I’ll come back in fifteen minutes and see how you’re doing.”

She bustles back out again, closing the door behind her gently. Neil sighs and rolls onto his side, muttering something indecipherable when the blood pressure cuff gets pulled tight under his body. It doesn’t sound pleased, and it’s definitely not in any language Andrew recognises.

Neil raises his unrestrained hand towards Andrew. It swerves a little in the air. “Can I?”

“Yes,” Andrew says. He’s expecting Neil to take his hand, but he doesn’t flinch when Neil reaches for his face instead. What he currently lacks in coordination he makes up for in gentleness, but Andrew closes his eyes anyway to lower the risk of losing one to a poorly-aimed finger.

“You look weird,” Neil mutters.

You look weird,” Andrew tells him, mostly because it’s true, partly to see Neil wrinkle his nose at him.

“Do not,” Neil replies. He pats Andrew’s cheek, and then gets distracted by Andrew’s hair. That’s not unusual, to be fair, though the level of concentration he’s giving it is. “Hey.”

“Yes?”

“Hey.” More insistently this time, like he doesn’t already have Andrew’s full attention. He tugs Andrew’s hair. 

Never let it be said Andrew can’t take a hint. He lowers himself onto his elbows on the edge of the bed and puts his forehead to Neil’s. Even though they’re at odd angles, Neil sighs in satisfaction. His eyelashes flutter against Andrew’s temple, fingers stroking idly over the arch of Andrew’s ear.

“Good,” he mutters, seemingly to himself.

They stay like that, Andrew’s chin pillowed on the starchy sheets and his forehead likely leaving an imprint on Neil’s fairer skin. Neil dozes, hand going lax, and Andrew closes his eyes and thinks in circles for a little while about the Bakhshali Manuscript.

Another knock at the door makes him raise his head. Neil’s eyes flash open, and then he blinks like he’s reeling a little. His fingers have fallen to Andrew’s wrist, and they tighten for a split-second before dropping away.

“Hi again,” Helen says gently. “Let’s get a look at you, Neil.”

Andrew moves aside and lets her at him, ignoring the disgruntled sound this earns from the bed. Neil is distracted quickly by Helen extracting the arm with the cuff from under his body and taking his blood pressure again, before removing it and making him sit up. Then she leaves, and returns with clothes and a clipboard. The clothes she leaves for Neil to attempt to put on. The clipboard she gives to Andrew.

“Rather than it turning out as a discharge form as signed by Alexander Pushkin,” she explains with a shrug. It’s fine, Andrew is all over Neil’s paperwork these days. He flips through the notes and signs in the right places then hands the board back, and gets a sheet of discharge instructions in its place.

“I’ll leave you guys for a sec and sort things,” she says, and does just that. It leaves Andrew to subtly ensure that Neil puts all his clothes on the right body parts. He’s looking less high but still dazed, his eyes hooded but his face pulling tighter. In the fall down, he’s always uncomfortably aware of the abnormality of being out of control of himself. Years later that hasn’t changed. Andrew isn’t surprised.

“You’re good to go,” Helen tells Neil when she returns, and then says to Andrew, “Good luck!”

He would like to think, as he manoeuvres Neil out, that she means for the game on Friday. It’s not likely, though.

Neil falls asleep against the window on the drive home. Andrew prods him awake so he can walk himself into the elevator, where he sags against the wall, and then into the apartment. He shuffles into the bedroom, still making gentle smooching noises at Sir and King as he winds himself into the duvet. He’s out ten seconds later.

Andrew watches for a moment while King curls up beside him and Sir gently begins to groom his hair, and then retreats to the balcony for a cigarette.


Andrew has relocated inside to the couch by the time he hears stirring from the bedroom a few hours later. The Neil who emerges is rumpled but sleepy in a normal sense rather than because of lingering sedation.

He lowers himself gently onto the cushion beside Andrew, and then even more slowly lowers his head down onto Andrew’s thighs.

“Painkillers?” Andrew offers. The discharge notes included strict instructions on dosage and timing, but Neil’s been asleep long enough to be due another couple of pills.

“In a minute,” Neil mumbles, like he’s trying to move his jaw as little as possible. He pats Andrew on the shin. “Stay.”

In an hour Neil’s going to be pissed off and probably a little anxious, wanting to move but knowing he can’t, irritated by the pain. But for now, it’s pretty easy to read a book and play pillow while Neil rests.

Park Chanyeol//The Rhythm of Hate - Part 2

Summary: You hate each other, even though you’re soulmates. You try and stay away from each other, but a shared course and a project is determined to keep you two facing off. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: Soulmate!AU, college!AU
Word Count: 6,726

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Coffee Shops and Scars

Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”

Word Count: 3,434

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood

Requested by @ah-excuse-me but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.

You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.

“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.

You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”

She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”

“Yes.” You grumble.

“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.

You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.

“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.

“Leaned against an open oven?”

“With their upper arm?”

She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”

“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.

Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”

“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.

You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 10

Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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Imagine...Dean Making Excuses To Be Close

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Request: I’m so glad requests are open! Can you write one where Dean and the reader are together and she buys a new body lotion and it smells really fruity ( you can chose which fruit it smells like) and Dean just follows her around and makes excuses it to be close to her because he really loves how it smells, something fluffy and funny?

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Save A Life

MASTERLIST

A/N: So I’ve spend the past three days writing this (for) my friend Nat, because she really wanted a story to foucs on this, because well, she’s been in a situation alike this. Babe, you know I’m proud of you. I’d love some feedback on this. 

Word count: 4,271

Toronto, Canada – 2017

“Okay, wish me luck” Shawn stuttered, running his shaking fingers through his curly hair.

Why was he so nervous? He was so used to big crowds.

You pulled Shawn into your arms, before planting a tender kiss on his already burning lips.

“You don’t need any luck” you whispered into his ear, softly stroking his flushed cheek.

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2.0

Summary: The tour crew is teasing you about how you’re picking up on everything Shawn’s doing. 

a/n: I feel like I should be writing some angst bc like I feel like I have too much fluff and cuteness but here I am writing another fluff. I also don’t know where I’m going with this one tbh. Here’s one I wrote like after The Not Shawn Mendes tour. To the anon that requested, I will post it very soon. Just need to make my mind up on some stuff.


Your name: submit What is this?

“Woah,” Zubin just stared at you after asking him something. 

“What?” You raised your eyebrows, you have been with Shawn the whole world tour. Going home whenever you wanted to, and getting to go wherever you want to. It’s been very fun on tour, you got closer with everyone else. You felt like they were really your family, they took such good care of you.

“You literally just sounded like Shawn. Not even kidding.” Zubin laughed, and you rolled your eyes. Everyone on the tour family with Shawn has been saying that you and Shawn has been been together way too much, that you’re starting to act like him. 

“Oh my God, Zubin!” Zubin just laughed and finally replied to what you were asking him.


“Wish me luck.” Shawn whispered into your ear while giving you a hug. He was about to go on stage. You can hear his fast beating heart while you were in his tight embrace.

“Good luck, kill it out there.” You giggled. He let go of the hug and smiled at you. Your heart skipped a beat because of that smile. He started walking away to go below the stage where he comes out the start of the show.

“I love you.” Shawn mouths to you once he gets on stage and he spots you standing backstage. 

“I love you too.” You blew him a kiss. He smiled at you and started the show. This was you and Shawn’s ritual every single time he gets on stage. 

Every single show, you and Shawn were both nervous. Shawn was nervous about pleasing all of the people that came to see him, and you were nervous that everything goes right and it’s another great show. You started chewing on your nails, praying that he doesn’t get hurt, he doesn’t get mobbed by fans switching from stage to stage. None of those has ever happened, but you always had that worry before one of his shows start. 

“Y/n, what did I tell you about biting your nails?” Aaliyah commented while walking to where your seats were. “Stop. You are seriously picking up everything he does. Don’t pick up Shawn’s bad habits, you have such pretty nails.” 

Your face turned red, even the person who was pretty close to Shawn noticed. She’s lived with Shawn for all of her life. Aaliyah has been on tour for a couple of days now. She said she wanted to hangout and tour with her big brother while Manny and Karen are on a cruise for their anniversary. 


You were having a late lunch with Aaliyah, Matt, and Brian after having a little look around the city. You scrunched up your nose in disgust when you felt that wet, mushy, awful tasting tomato in your mouth. You just wanted a nice sandwich but tomatoes just had to ruin it. Brian watched you pick out all the tomatoes off the sandwich you’re having for lunch, while Shawn was working out.

“You and Shawn are perfect for each other. Both of you are so damn weird.” Brian shook his head, with a smile on his face. You knew he was kidding even if he wasn’t smiling. Out of everyone, Brian was the most supportive of your relationship with Shawn. Quoting his words, you and Shawn were his otp

“I never noticed tomatoes were so nasty.” You laughed, examining the sandwich.

“Yeah, you say that now after Shawn probably brainwashed you into not liking them.” Matt commented which made Brian and Aaliyah laugh. 


“How is it like touring with y/n?” A fan asked Shawn during the q&a. His eyes lit up and made eye contact with you when the fan mentioned your name.

“Horrible. She takes such long showers. Just kidding.” The fans cheered and you playfully pouted. “It’s been fun actually, everyone thinks she’s turning into me. We were walking with Aaliyah this morning, y/n made this face and I was like, that’s something I do.” 


“Oh, sorry. Like it’s fine. No big deal,” You smiled and talked with your hands. “You can definitely do it later. I don’t want to bother you.” 

One of the people from the crew smiled and nodded. She walked away and before she was out of your line of sight, Tom and Mike came by to grab a water bottle in the cooler beside you. 

“Was that y/n or Shawn?” Tom commented and Mike laughed. You smiled at them and walked to Shawn’s dressing room. All the comments were funny at first, but it started to get frustrating and annoying. 

“Hey, babe.” Shawn greeted you when you walked in. He was just sitting in his room and strumming a guitar. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you all day,” You gave him a small smile. Shawn’s been busy all day, so you didn’t want to bother him, so you ended up running around the venue. He immediately noticed that there was something wrong with the tune of your voice and put the guitar away. 

“Come here, baby.” He opened his arms wide open for a hug, and you crashed on his lap. Your head on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Am I really doing everything you do?” You buried your face in his chest, embarrassed of what you just asked him. You felt his chest vibrate while he laughed.

“Oh, baby.” He kissed the top of your head and started stroking your hair. “Yeah, kind of.” 

With what he said, you immediately sat up from burying your face in his chest to look at his face. “I knew it. Everyone’s been saying that I’m with you too much that’s why I’m doing everything you do! And it’s been getting annoying.”

“Is this why I feel like I haven’t seen you that much these past few days?” Shawn looked at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. You nodded, Shawn knew you very well. He knew that you let anything people say to you. That’s why he insisted on you not having any other social media aside from Snapchat, you always let what people say get to you. And you act upon it. He buried your head in his chest again, holding you in his arms, you heard his heartbeat. That heart that was yours. 

“They’re just teasing you,” Shawn whispered, with his lips pressed to your hair. “That’s what happens when you’re with somebody way too much, you start picking their slang. I actually caught myself talking like you the other day.” 

“Did you really?” You laughed, you felt better about the whole thing.

anonymous asked:

Hey this is just a request and I'm not paying for it or anything so feel free to take your time getting to this one but I've always wondered how the RFA would react if MC looked like the female version of Zen. White hair, red eyes, nice bone structure basically if Zen had been born a female he would've looked like MC but they aren't related to each other in any way. Have a nice day

✿ y’know, when i first got this, i had 0 ideas for it and then. and then jaehee’s section just hit me. after that i was so enamored by the image of girl!Zen dating the RFA that it just carried me on from there.

Thanks for the request! 

Yoosung

Yoosung is intimidated, and honestly, a bit overwhelmed.

You’re not quite Zen 2.0 - you’ve got different interests, a different personality, and aren’t quite as self-obsessed - but you really do look like a walking statue, with long, legs, flowing hair, and a fashion sense that could turn a man to stone. And you’re interested in him. Him. Little old plain Yoosung.

To say he’s sweating buckets would be an understatement. It’s like a torrential downpour.

It doesn’t help that he’s… always had a bit of a bro-crush on Zen - drinking together and getting all cuddly does that to you - and having feelings for you lets him express that in an uncomplicated way where he doesn’t have to think about his sexuality too much.

He gets kind of insecure sometimes, thinking that you’re too good for him - that, like Zen, you’re a natural star and should be with someone more suited to you. You laugh when he says that, tapping him on the nose and smiling at him. If you’re a star, than he is, too - your shooting star, your precious little comet that brings joy to the world.

Zen

zen is. zen is real confused.

On the one hand, you’re basically his ideal woman, because you’re athletic and the embodiment of physical perfection (given that you look so much like him and he’s a hot motherfucker). On the other hand, holy shit, you look a lot like him, are you SURE we aren’t related??? 

When you start flirting, Jaehee gets a little… weird about it. On the one hand, this reads like something straight out of those fantasies that she doesn’t want to admit to anyone she has. On the other, if you get together publicly, people might, er… get the wrong idea about you two, and spread rumors that are completely and entirely false.

Zen, in typical fashion, says fuck them. Not only are you smoking hot gorgeous and look amazing by his side, but you’re nice, and kind, and funny, and he’s not letting you go for anything in the world. 

Jaehee

The first time Jaehee sees your selfie, it’s when she walks into a conversation between you and Zen, when you’ve both discovered your uncanny resemblance and are bombarding each other with pictures of yourselves in various costumes and states of undress. You’re not an actor like Zen, no - you’re a gymnast, and much like the RFA’s favorite narcissist, you take absurd pride in your good looks and your elegant, ethereal form.

Oh, and your abs.

Your sweaty, muscley, perfectly formed abs.

(Here lies Jaehee, who imploded after being confronted by her rampant bisexuality.)

After Jaehee recovers (which takes awhile, because HOLY HELL, SO MANY PICTURES OF BOTH HIM AND YOU AND YOU ARE VERY??? VERY FLEXIBLE??? AND MAKE VERY NICE POSES??? AND OH MY GOD??? YOUR NOSE AND YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR JAWLINE ARE PERFECT???) she goes into a period of just. Disbelief. Completely flustered, uncomprehending disbelief because a.) she’s encountered a female version of sculpted perfection and b.) this goddess-like creature is SO NICE TO HER IT’S UNREAL. For weeks she is walking on air and not even Jumin’s workload can bring her down. Her feelings get a little more complicated when you start flirting with her, because this adds a completely new dynamic to the equation that she’d never once had with Zen, but she is So Incredibly and Absurdly Gay For You that she finds herself rendered a giddy schoolgirl when you so much as greet her in the chatroom.

It’s the first time she’s ever gotten to act like this in her entire life - just an innocent girl with a crush - and it’s incredibly endearing to see. Zen is so, so very proud.

Jumin

When Zen realizes that you look like him, he feels a sense of kinship to you, automatically assuming that you’ll think like him too. To his surprise, you don’t… because for some ridiculous reason, you get along perfectly with Jumin.

This takes Jumin off guard a bit, and he’s not entirely sure how to react to this Zen-lookalike getting his sense of humor when he’s so used to bickering with the silver-haired actor. But your fine, flowing locks remind him of his precious Elizabeth, so he decides to focus on that association instead of the belligerent guy who puts a bad taste in his mouth.

Jumin seems unusually interested in the idea of making you wear kitty things - kitty ears, kitty sweaters, kitty shoes - and Zen loudly and angrily complains whenever photos of you in your cat get-ups surface in the chatroom, because it feels like a betrayal of everything he holds dear. Jumin thinks this is amusing, and also finds himself so incredibly into your general aesthetic that he gets genuinely morose that Zen would never join in.

707

His fallen star!!! His angora rabbit!!! His alien from another dimension, who holds the milky way in her hair!

YOU’RE SO PRETTY.

Look, it’s basically canon that Seven thinks Zen is cute - look at how into sharing his photo he is. And now he’s got you? It’s like heaven! He’s so in love! Seriously, looking at you makes him giddy, because you’re just so incredibly striking.

His favorite past-time becomes getting you and Zen to dress up in matching outfits and then taking pictures of the pair of you. it’s endlessly entertaining to you, and you often convince Zen to indulge him because you like seeing Seven so happy.

Baron Corbin Sex Headcannons

I do love this guy. Like I find men with tattoos very attractive and this man has a lot of them. And it sounds a bit weird but look how perfect the curve of his nose is in this gif!

This is for the lovely @itsclaaree. By the way honey, I don’t know Pete Dunne enough so I’m sorry. 

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- Very rough and possessive with you. I even think his ‘making love’ would be a little rough compared to the likes of someone like Sami Zayn.

- Locker room sex, morning sex, midnight sex. just sex anytime and anywhere. He’d probably wake you up in the middle of the night because he’d be in the mood. 

- The guy lives for spanking you. In the bedroom or in public, he will spank you.

- If you ever wanted jealous sex with him; just talk to Dean Ambrose. Seriously, you would end up being pinned up against a wall: one hand on your throat and the other down your pants as he would just remind you just why you’re with him.

- He’s a huge fan of leaving lovebites all over you. But not only on your neck. You would wake up in the morning with bites on your chest, thighs, and stomach. 

- I feel like he’d be the type to fuck you at different points of the day. So in the morning, midday, late afternoon, and midnight. Mostly because I don’t think he could go one round after another. But you’d surely feel him after though. 

- Orgasm ratio is 3:1 to you. 

- He loves to eat you out. Like it’s not even a chore for him. You could be watching your favourite tv show with him and he’d just get on his knees in front of you and just eat you out. 

- He doesn’t need rope to keep you down, his sheer size and strength alone can keep you pinned down. 

- He will grunt a lot of the time and his moans are probably heavenly. 

Rate That Wiccan

When @speedmagick and I were on vacation we (jokingly?) talked about rating our favorite appearances/designs of the twins, and since he made good on it I’m here to do the same . 

Asguardian: too many belts, appropriates Aesir culture? looks great for smth a 15 year old made by hand 6/10

Wiccan (2005) wears all black, hasn’t brushed hair in weeks, cape recycled from Vincent Valentine cosplay, SHORT (check out those wedge heels). Hot Topic Freshman 8/10

Young Avengers Special Nancy from The Craft, meetings with ur birth mom, “I don’t give a Three Fold Fuck” 10/10 the most witchy

Civil War “hit by a car and dumped in the trash, this pigeon isn’t giving up” 6/10 cute face weird anatomy/clothing

Young Avengers Presents lowkey my favorite- he looks young, gangly, and a little unkempt. love the nose & brows lol 9/10 im deadass i love this issue

Secret Invasion TINY. ANIME. CANT GET HIS FULL COSTUME TOGETHER 3/10 a Mess

Dark Reign some characters looked good in this comic but Billy was not one of them 0/10 why is your suit blue???

“The most relatable character in Mean Girls was Janice”  listen Billy is a grunge/emo gay 5/10 please buy a hairbrush

“I got BANGZzzzuhhh!!” this is the same style just updated for the 2010s 6/10 you got a hairbrush

Startorialist definitely got a tumblr. glowy eyes mean business. pastel goth. Strike a pose! 5/10 needs more black and the cape should be tattered !!!

“You’re perfect you’re beautiful you look like Wanda Maximoff you’re a model… Did you stone those tights?” 10/10 Billy your smile is a beauuuutiful

New Avengers (Sandoval) this is the least-ugly Sandoval drawing i could find. Anime hair, weirdly super buf), cape is practically a tent. Details never consistent. 1/10 that’s a pretty good sasuke wig tho

New Avengers (Paco Medina and Marcus To) really small, cute baby face, fluffy hair, starting to wear black again, calls his mom, 8/10 best versions of this design so far

House of M (2015) Wiccan & Speed Team-Up! The same suit but Edgier and more Red 9/10 i actually like this better than the original

Avengers Fairytales dead inside, that mug is full of liquor, big ears better to hear u talking shit, gets rekt regularly by his gigantic boytoy 10/10 bunny baby, this outfit is too fuckign cute and his face iss… killing me

Double Trouble: Monday Mornings

I know, I know… too many Dad!Shawn imagines out there but I couldn’t help myself. This takes place somewhat in the future and the twins are in first grade! Hope you enjoy xx

“Okay, so school starts at 8:15.,” Jo says, applying her night cream, hair up in a messy bun, while Shawn is brushing his teeth at the sink next to her. “I have to leave at six tomorrow to catch my flight. You get the twins ready, make breakfast, put their lunch boxes into their little backpacks and drive them to school,” she glances at him and he nods, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth.

I gosh dish.”

Jo laughs, not having understood a single word. "What?”

Shawn takes his toothbrush out, washing his mouth. “I got this,” he repeats confidently, putting the toothbrush away.

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anonymous asked:

omg omg can you pretty please continue on a bit further with the Nurse Harry and Dr Tomlinson AU that was adorable agdjgshf

flkjdlkj ok here u go. for ref this is the first part. harry is a med student!

“Oh, Dr. Tomlinson,” Niall breathes, somehow simultaneously deep and pitchy in an absurd imitation of Harry. He can’t seem to stop cackling in between words, and Harry’s cheeks are absolutely on fire, his brows drawn together in an embarrassed scowl. “You’re so handsome, your — your stethoscope is so shiny — operate on me, please, Doctor.”

Niall is practically hiccuping. Harry may or may not be ready to move out.

“Shut up,” Harry finally huffs, collapsing onto their worn sofa so hard he bounces. 

They’ve agreed to keep things discreet, which makes sense — like, conflict of interest, and all that, and a resident definitely shouldn’t be fraternizing with a student. So exactly two people are allowed to know about their relationship, as per Louis’s request: Dr. Payne and Niall. And Niall’s ridiculously supportive, just wants to see Harry happy and not caught up in his own head, but currently Harry’s rethinking telling him anything at all, ever.

“Aw, Harry,” Niall says, looking concerned for just a moment, until Harry aims a tight grimace at him and he dissolves into laughter again. Harry tries his best to keep looking put-out, but he ends up giggling a little, too, immediately slumping into Niall’s side when Niall sprawls out next to him.

“It’s gonna suck if we break up,” Harry comments.

“You and Dr. Tomlinson?” They’ve met four times. Niall still doesn’t call him Louis. Secretly, Harry thinks Niall’s got some kind of weird hero-worship thing going on, but he doesn’t blame him. 

“Nah,” Niall continues, wrinkling his nose. “You two are… you’re something.” He looks vaguely disgusted in the fondest way possible.

Harry’s going to take that as a good thing. “But it’s still, like, possible. That it won’t last,” he says. Running on three hours of sleep makes him think morbid thoughts.

“No,” Niall says firmly.

“No?”

“No. And your phone’s going off.”

It’s difficult, but Harry manages to heave himself up to grab his phone from the coffee table. There are several texts.

Am dead !! so many appys !!! what a useless organ

Missing ur dimps :(

And the rest of u i suppose

Just wanted to say goodnight baby :) so goodnight

See u tomorrow almost-dr-styles !!!

Also don’t stay up studying too late

Ok goodnight again sweetheart

Harry’s so in love his stomach turns with it. He can imagine Louis’s bleary eyes and his clumsy thumbs and the way he constantly fumbles with the lapel of his white coat. 

“Dr. Tomlinson…” Niall begins to croon. Harry turns around and whacks him, grinning so hard his cheeks ache.

Sick!DAY6

Jae
- Even more hyperactive than normal
- “Wait, I just thought of a cool guitar riff, lemme show you.” Proceeds to fall flat on his face after tripping on his blankets.
- Wraps himself in the blanket and lays on the floor. “This is my home now.”
- You end up having to drag his lanky ass frame back to his bed
- “You have to make a dope ass playlist for my funeral.” “Jae, it’s just a cold.” “I can see the light.” “Yeah, the light from your bedside lamp.” “Oh.”
- Still talks to the members through Kakao
- It’s mostly just weird stuff and boasting about how good you are at taking care of him
- Would probably dab after tasting your soup
- Actually can’t even taste it but he likes embarrassing you
- Shouts “CHICKEN SOUP FOR CHICKEN LITTLE”

Young.K
- “I’m fine.” “Brian, there’s so much snot dripping from your nose, I could fill a bucket with it. You are not fine.”
- Insists on working on the lyrics for their next song but his handwriting looks like scribbly lines
- Tries to hold his bass but drops her accidentally. Cries and apologizes to her for the next three hours.
- Starts trying to apologize/thank you at the same time but it comes out as “I’m sorry that you’re being such a great friend.”
- Would thank you properly after he got better
- Lots of groaning and self-pity (basically whining tbh) about being unable to work
- You’d have to comfort him like a child while he’s sniffling and crying
- Would also be embarrassed about how much he cried after he’s healthy again. Denies it when the others tease him.

Sungjin
- Would definitely call himself Bob
- Busan accent so thick he sounds like a gangster on the street picking a fight
- But actually he’s saying stuff like “Thanks for helping me and always taking care of me. You’re a good person. I’m glad I’m friends with you.”
- Accidentally sneezes on you and looks like a deer in headlights afterwards
- Lists all the reasons why he can’t get sick now
- “Wait, let me just text our manager and the members that I’m sick.” “Okay, fine.” “And also our composer, producer, arranger, JB, Jinyoung, Jackson–” “Sungjin, no.”
- Also tries to act like he’s not sick
- When he finally accepts he’s too sick to do anything, he’ll suggest some home remedies his mother taught him
- Which ends up tasting really gross but he sucks it up until you stop him. “I think you’ve had enough; your face looks like it’s going to implode.”

Junhyeok
- The worst sick person
- Would be so out of it
- Confused as heck
- Sweaty as heck
- The type of person to start stripping bc it’s too hot but stops halfway - with only one arm out of his sweater - because it’s the perfect temperature
- “(y/n), you were here?” “I’ve been here for the last two hours??” “Really?” “You’ve been talking to me the whole time???” “Ah, I was wondering why my head voice sounded like a girl.”
- Sleeps a lot
- Mumbles incoherently
- “I can drink water by myself.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” Spills it all over himself and the bed
- Also smiles a lot
- Would refuse to eat the food you made unless it tasted good
- Would totally forget about what happened while he was sick
- Apologizes after you/someone else reminds him

Wonpil
- Needy as heck
- Also whiny as heck (about how sick he is)
- So much aegyo
- Probably even more cross-eyed than usual
- Would still be able to play the piano decently tbh
- “You should leave. I don’t want you to catch my cold,” he’d say while cuddling you on his bed
- Would smile while you were talking to him but actually he’s not listening and just looking at you
- Wants you to fuss over him
- “I want strawberry milk.” “Okay, I’ll go buy some. Let go of me, first.” “Don’t wanna.”
- And his face would just scrunch up deciding what to do
- Eventually, he’d let you go but would end up cuddling you again when you came back
- Is embarrassed about how he acted afterward

Dowoon
- So quiet normally that you wouldn’t even notice
- You just touch him un/intentionally and he’d be burning up
- “I have a cold?” “Yeah, you idiot.”
- Hoarse voice
- Gummy smile
- Would giggle a lot
- Cries after eating the food you made him. “It was delicious.” “I literally just boiled rice and added salt. You know I can’t cook.” “But it was so good.”
- This is literally the only time he would ask, “Can I hold your hand?” because he’s normally too shy to
- Also cute as heck
- His fingers would still be tapping his bed and it’s amazing because the beat actually sounds good
- He’d be reluctant to ask for your help so he just whispers it and hopes you’ll hear
- “Can you get me some water?” “Huh? What did you say?” And then he’d just shake his head
- Sniffles a lot

anonymous asked:

So in your AU, does Henry have to hide the toons or do they go out in public in disguises? And if they go out in public, is there anyone who thinks they are super suspicious, or anyone who bugs Henry about them?

Disguises! 

Well, Henry at least tries to let the toons lay low for a little while following the Studio Escape, but once they’re all settled in Henry‘s 2 spare bedrooms, it doesn’t take long for them to get cabin fever, Bendy especially. So, Henry tries to scrounge up some old clothes to pass as disguises. He manages to find some young girls’ dresses for Alice and his older clothes fit Boris well enough, despite being a little itchy; however, since Henry didn’t raise any sons (he has 2 daughters who are 19 and 25), he doesn’t have anything that fits Bendy.

Honestly, that’s fine with the little Devil because he doesn’t really take the concept of “laying low” very seriously, and he just throws on the funniest looking thing he can find. Henry’s just very thankful he doesn’t have nosey neighbors, and even more thankful that most of the neighborhood obliviously assumes Bendy’s just a weird Third Cousin’s Nephew Twice Removed Or Something who pretends that every day is Halloween. 

The rest of the more nosey denizens of Henry’s town, such as the city council and friends from church snub their noses up at the trio. This normally doesn’t faze Henry, but his wife, Mary (who I will post pictures of later), is dear friends with some very devout Catholics and often holds a Sunday Brunch at their house after mass. 

It’s a time bomb, practically GIFT WRAPPED  and waiting for Bendy set off.   

Spot’s first note had been almost subconscious. He’d just gotten two new notebooks, and while one already had three pages full of writing, the second had barely been opened.

It was second nature to reach down beneath the coffee table and grab a notebook and pen while the news played, and when he saw the blank page he wrote down the first thing he thought of.

March 18
His tiny smile when the dog sighs.

And after that, that particular notebook was always kept with the others underneath the coffee table, and whenever Spot noticed Race do something he thought was cute, he jotted it down with the date.

April 10
The way his nose crinkles when he laughs.

April 16
The way he pauses when his voice cracks while he’s singing.

May 2
The way his hair looks with flour in it.

Slowly, page after page filled with little notes, and slowly, Race started to notice how the smallest red notebook came out and was put away pretty quickly.

June 4
His weird laugh when he’s really tired.

Spot scribbled a little title for the notebook inside the front cover in July, and was halfway through the notebook by October.

November 23
The way he raises his eyebrows when there’s a ridiculous answer on one of his tests

December 13
How excited he gets about setting up the Christmas tree.

December 25
How he gets up at six for Christmas even though he’s a grown man.

Slowly, note after note, the little notebook filled up, until Spot finally filled the last line.

February 20
The way he dances while cooking even though there’s no music playing.

And the next morning, right before Race left for work, Spot slipped the notebook underneath the food in his lunch bag.

And Race found it while eating, and before anyone commented on it, he hid it in his pocket for later.

Period six was a planning period, so there weren’t any kids in his room at all, and he unwrapped the package to find the tiny red notebook Spot had been writing in for almost a year.

Reasons I can’t fall out of love with Antonio Higgins

March 18
His tiny smile when the dog sighs.

March 19
That weird little half smile he has when he doesn’t want to admit he finds something funny.

Page after page was full of tiny, one sentence, sappy things.

April 1
The way he thinks I’m still really falling for the same five pranks every April Fools.

April 9
The way he keeps laughing about the same five pranks because to him they never get old

May 3
The way his eyes light up when a song he knows comes on.

Page after page was filled with dates and phrases. Some were things Race recognized, like June 8, “the way he chews on the ends of his red pens.” Some, he had no idea he did.

July 3
The way he automatically reaches out to touch my arm when I sigh.

Spot had made a note of every little thing he’d noticed, and Race thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen.

With a smile, he pulled out his phone and sent a text.

“February 23. The way he thinks he can hide how much of a sap he is.”

FIC: This Time, Maybe

Fandom: Samurai Love Ballad Party
Timeline/Continuity: Reincarnation AU
Pairing: Tokugawa Ieyasu/MC (unnamed)
Genre: General/Angst
Word Count: ~2200
Rating: PG
Notes: I wrote this in mind with a strange canon divergence that sort of marries with the historical context of Tokugawa Ieyasu having his wife executed. So that whole deal where she’s accused of being a spy? Imagine she didn’t make it out alive. Why? Because it’s morbid and I’m a sucker for drama, and it makes for the best reunions.  

“Is it selfish of me to want you to remember?” 

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Reasons to Lose Weight
  1. To finally feel pretty- I know I am, but I feel like I can never actually be considered pretty until I’m thin
  2. To get my dimple- when I was 135, I realized I have a dimple on my left cheek. But it only shows up when my face is thinner. Otherwise it looks like fat.
  3. To not hate what I see in the mirror
  4. To go to parties and walk around in the morning in a sports bra and sweatpants or a t shirt and cute underwear
  5. To not worry about my fat jiggling in tight clothes
  6. To not have to suck in constantly
  7. To wear less make up and feel better about myself
  8. To have prominent cheek bones, jaw line, ribs, collar bones, and hip bones
  9. To not have my thighs touch
  10. To finally have a waist that is 10 inches smaller than my hips and bust
  11. So that I can be tiny and fragile looking
  12. To be able to sit on his lap and not squish him
  13. To let guys pick me up and not feel bad
  14. To look good in a bra and panties
  15. To look good in crop tops
  16. No muffin tops in jeans
  17. To finally wear the style I have, not just what I can fit into
  18. To have him see what he’s missing
  19. To make him regret turning me down
  20. To be able to flirt and know that they enjoy it
  21. To feel like I’m finally enough
  22. To walk into a party and know that I have my choice of guys
  23. To get a boyfriend
  24. To not have to worry about being bigger than guys I like
  25. To look adorable in leggings and a big sweater
  26. So that his clothes are too big on me
  27. So that he’ll find me sexy
  28. To look cute in the winter with all the layers on and a little red nose
  29. To make myself feel more feminine and in return make him feel like a man
  30. To make everyone realize I’m a catch- to match my personality
  31. To not be afraid to be myself and worry that people will think I’m fat and weird- now they’ll just say I’m cute and nerdy and quirky
  32. To look good playing sports
  33. For people to be impressed by how outdoorsy and down to earth I am- even though I look really girly
  34. To enjoy being adventurous
  35. To not have “lose weight” on my to-do list anymore