how do i stop being dumb

silly ladynoir things
  • chat starts Shit Talking Sundays bc there are some days when chat just needs to talk about how dumb his dad is being and ladybug needs to scream about this bratty bully in her history class
  • on days when they’re bored, they’ll board the metro in costume and ride it for a few stops purely for the shock value
  • chat finds out ladybug can’t whistle and spends every available opportunity trying to teach her
    • cn: *squishes her cheeks between his hands* you’re not pursing your lips enough and your tongue isn’t positioned correctly, try again
    • lb: my tongue is sitting in my mouth what do you mean it’s not positioned correctly i don’t ???????
  • joint naps during patrols are very much a thing bc these kids never sleep between school and akuma attacks. sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll find ladybug snoring on a rooftop with chat noir laid on top of her, drooling on her shoulder
  • when patrols get boring, ladybug will hop on chat noir’s back, make him shut his eyes, and act as his eyes while they try to patrol the city before switching places. they don’t talk about that time chat was laughing too hard to warn ladybug about the ledge and they almost fell off a roof. 
  • hide and seek games that last literally hours
    • they both cheat and bring their phones to stalk social media tags and see if anyone’s posted tips and/or sightings of them so that they can find the other
  • chat’s really good at massages so sometimes he’ll work out the kinks in ladybug’s shoulders when they have downtime bc “wow you carry so much tension in your neck please tell me you’re not hunched over your desk all day”
  • the eiffel tower is their honorary “it’s 3am and we can’t sleep” meeting place. 
  • they’ll often drop into parks and playgrounds and join with some of the neighborhood kids on games of tag, frisbee, and football
  • they have a going scoreboard for their impromptu arm wrestling competitions. last they checked the score was 32-35 with ladybug in the lead. 
  • they each have their own personal lists of dumb/funny things that the other has said
    • chat’s list of things ladybug has said: “sleep isn’t a thing you know. they lied to you. it’s not real,” “you ever wonder if i can spin a web with my yoyo?” “can lucky charm conjure me an A for this physics test tomorrow?” “i almost had my cat-eye eye liner perfect today before that akuma appeared and messed me up like that proximity to perfection might never happen again.”
    • ladybug’s list of things chat has said: “is there a place where we can borrow a microwave? i wanna see what happens if i use cataclysm on it,” “memes are like the dysfunctional family you didn’t ask for but didn’t know you needed,” “im like terrified an akuma attack is gonna happen when i’m in the shower while im naked and vulnerable,” “if i extend my staff long enough, do you think it’ll reach space?”

Randomness From A Skype Group Chat  {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ I am trash Satan. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Only ten alcohol per hour.❜❜
  • ❛❛ Hello, jazz-hater. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Erase your own existence. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Stop leaving, you little punk. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Fuck you, Uncle Shady. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I JUST WANNA MAKE PUNS ❜❜
  • ❛❛ That’s all he learned in juvie: how to fuck someone back to life. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ How have you seen my ass? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Oh man, I’d love to die! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Bitch, I’m gonna smear blood on your motherfucking macaroni. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I feel like my cat is judging me right now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ When did wishing to die become such a casual topic in here? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m indifferent to cheerios. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Dying requires effort, for fucks’ sake. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ MURDER IS PLANNED ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just laugh, I’m laughing about it now. I mean at the time I was crying, but I’m laughing now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Reasons people should date me: there are no reasons, stay far away. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ If Hagrid and Weird Al had a love child… it would be you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Hey, bitch, tell me about your fourth cousin Jenny. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ OMINOUS KAZOOING ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Stop it, you’re gonna trigger T -Bag. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My arm is half-black. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You look like a shady drug dealer. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ One time I was at the dentist’s office and this hot dude came in and my first thought was actually ‘DEATH STAR APPROACHING’. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My hair looks like Sonic the Hedgehog’s deformed pink cousin has been run over by a truck and used as a toupee. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just take out the middle man and just die. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Screw joint weddings, hello joint funeral. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You might need to get me a bigger coffin. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I PUT THE ASS, SASS, AND SIN IN ASSASSIN  ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Would prison really be that bad compared to your work? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ IT’S A MOTHERFUCKING DUCK I WILL STAB A HOE ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can die happy and in toasted cheese heaven. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I did not subscribe to bible meet ups. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I speak no bullshit, my potato friend. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Watch dumb teenage singing with me, ya’ll. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Yeah, no fluff in Prisneyland. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ She is a sad smol murder bird and needs to be loved. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ If I had feelings, I’d be offended. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’re not naming our son Bear. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Shit, how do I go home and tell my wife that our adopted kid got eaten. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Give me your disorder, I’ll take it off your hands for you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Murder is fun. It’s cheaper than divorce. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This is fox-kidnapping. Put the fox back. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The snail fucked off. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ DAMN YOUR HOT SHADY ASS ❜❜
  • ❛❛ STOP BEING LEPRECHAUN RACIST ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I am going to murder myself with a kazoo. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Does Britain have its tea? Find out next week. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I leave to eat some goddamn bbq ribs and there is hell. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re about as angelic as Lucifer, don’t fool yourself. ❜❜

anonymous asked:

hey, could you explain what happened in Vegas betweet zayn and liam?

What happened? That’s a really good question.
Basically Zayn ignored Liam throughout the concert, AND THIS IS SOMETHING because Zayn never ignores Liam.

Look at the other concerts

But in Vegas something happened. Zayn didn’t touch Liam, he didn’t even try to look in his direction despite Liam’s pleading eyes. (How did he even manage to resist those puppy eyes?)

So yeah, Zayn was angry. And he was angry with Liam, ‘cause he behaved normally with the other three boys.

Did Liam do something wrong? Maybe, we can’t know for sure, but that same morning Liam and Zayn were fine at the meet and greet.
Though during the day something clearly irritated Zayn and he ended up arguing with Paul.

(btw he’s being cornered by two big guys, that’s only my supposition, but I think they were trying to stop him from doing something dumb, trying to reason with him, even if he didn’t want to)
Anyway he was so upset that he skipped dinner while the other boys went to Gordon Ramsay’s steakhouse

When the concert started Zayn was still upset, he tried to behave normally with the others, but totally ignored Liam.
Also, the weird thing is that his hand was perfectly fine at the beginning of the day, but

again, what happened? Did he punch something? Someone? We’ll never know (ugh)

So, the interesting point which connects everything is that Danielle was there.
Our guess is that nobody expected this, or at least Zayn didn’t expect to find her there. Maybe it was a last moment decision or maybe he was the only one who didn’t know that and didn’t take the news very well.

(I swear I can picture him softly punching Liam and yelling: WHAT DOES SHE DO HERE? WHY IS SHE HERE?) (it’s no secret that Zayn clearly didn’t like her)

Anyhow the boys knew what was going on, and they tried to fix it, changing their usual position and making Zayn and Liam squeeze against each other

wow, good plan guys, how evil

but you failed

Anyway, Zayn and Liam clarified (maybe that same night after sending away Danielle) and the day after everything was fine.

a lot of people talk about how w have “callout culture” or some dumb shit but i feel like no one talks about how we have a culture as a society bigger than tumblr, we have this stupid fucking idea if the person who wronged you apologized you must stop being mad. That even if they fucked you over so fucking hard you have to be calm and nice to them even if they “apologized” this is tied deeply into rape culture and racism to. Bitches on here will be racist shit heads and once called out their white friends will flock to them defending them because they served a shitty as fuck apology. Abusers do the same dumb type of shit were they give us a shitty ass apology for doing some of the most vile shit imaginable and bitches on here come in flocks to protect them because yall dumbasses think they changed because they havent been mean to you!. 

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran and V reacting to a tsundere MC admitting that she loves them?

Hope you enjoy this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V with a tsundere MC

Zen

  • At first, he thinks it’s kinda adorable you’re always so angry around him, he even thinks you’re playing hard to get and take it as a challenge
  • But then he notices you’re like this just to him, because you’re pretty nice to everyone else , including Jumin
  • Like… you’re reaaaaally nice to Jumin, while you’re always scolding Zen for taking too many selfies and thinking the world revolves around him
  • So he just… accepts that maybe you’re interested in Jumin… once again, trustfund kid has everything…
  • And when he sees the blurred picture Jumin posted in the chatroom, with you beside him having dinner…  well, he’s sad… and angry! This isn’t fair!
  • So he decides to work out to forget this, maybe he can send you a selfie later… oh yeah, forget it! You told him a million times “sweaty isn’t sexy, you fool!”
  • He’s working out hard, lifting more and more weight, and then he hears a snap!  He just feels his body feeling and the worst pain he ever felt on his lower back… shit!
  • Jumin took you to the hospital, you seemed… worried, he didn’t know what to do to calm you down…
  • Zen gets so embarrassed when he sees you and Jumin coming in to his room. Jumin looks stoic as usual, but you… look like you’re shooting lasers with your eyes!
  • “Again, Zen? For real? Haven’t you learn last time you can’t strain yourself like this? Oh my god… are you really that dumb? Or are you just relying on your monster healing whatever? Next time, break your neck and let’s see how long it takes for you to heal! Oh, you won’t happen, because you’ll be dead! You hear me? You’re gonna die if you keep being that dumb!” great, now you’re wishing his death too…
  • “MC, calm down…” Jumin says, you take a deep breath and look to him: “Jumin, can I talk to Zen alone? Please…?” oh, the pleading in your voice… Zen would do everything to hear you talk to him like that… “As you wish, MC…” and he leaves, smirking. WTF?
  • “What happened? Last time you did that, you were angry at Jumin! What did it get you so angry for you to hurt your fucking spine?” “I… I saw something I didn’t like…” “What? You finally noticed how big is your ego?”
  • “Stop being that mean to me! Jesus… why do you hate me so much? Oh, and by the way… if you hate me that much, what are you even doing here?” “I… I… don’t hate you… and I got worried, it was just that… Jumin and I got worried and came to see how you were doing… and I see now you keep being stubborn and dumb and…”
  • “Enough, MC! God… why are you like that to me? Not even Jumin talks to me like that!” “Well, of course he doesn’t! He doesn’t love you like I do, and…” you look at him, eyes widened and your mouth covered by your hands.
  • “What… what… did you say?” Zen is legitimately shocked, he holds back a grin. “I… I… you heard me.” You look away and blush, oh god… SO CUTTTTEEEE!
  • “I don’t like seeing you hurting yourself, please, don’t do that again, if you don’t think about your health, I do. “ “Okay, I won’t! If you are by my side taking care of me, I’ll be fine!” “I… I… guess…”  you timidly come close to him and give him an awkward hug. “MC… I… I’m still all sweaty.” “I can get used to it.”

Yoosung

  • POOR THING
  • Why are you doing this to him? He’s so sweet and nice and adorable… “And you’re gullible, naïve and need to grow up, Yoosung! You keep whining about nobody seeing you as a man, but you keep acting like a little boy!” AND YOU’RE A MONSTER!
  • You scolded him a million times now, you do it in the chat, you do it when he calls you, you do it whenever you see him in person…
  • And why would he still like to be around you after all? Well… he… likes it? Most people spare his feelings or just tease him, and not even Jaehee is so direct like you are. He likes you’re not afraid to be brutally honest to him. Also, he’s an M, so…
  • One night, he’s playing LOLOL and notices you’re playing too, sometimes you join forces, he never understands why you do this, you’re so unpredictable… yes, another thing he really likes about you.
  • “Hey, MC! Good to see you here!” “Oh, you’re already here? God, go get some help for your addiction, dude!” “I… will, I swear I will, MC…” you’re talking through headsets.
  • You two lose a round, and he’s ready to listen your lecture… “Shit! Good night, Yoosung!” “I… I’m sorry we lost, MC… I… I should go and get some study… “ “You’re gonna study now? It’s almost midnight!” “Well, yeah… I have this test tomorrow and…” “DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK! AND YOU’RE GOING TO STUDY JUST NOW? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
  • “I… I forgot, MC. And you showed up to play and…” “Oh, don’t blame me for your irresponsibility! It’s not my problem if you’re such a lazy bum!” oh, he’s fucking gone when you call him a lazy bum… “Yes, MC, yes…”
  • “Ugh… you’re such a weirdo, Yoosung! I… I’m coming to your place to help you study, ok?” “R-Right now? It’s pretty late, MC…” “Yeah, no shit! But if I don’t help, you’re screwed! I’ll be on my way soon, don’t sleep and open the door to me, you heard me?” “Y-Yes…”
  • He’s so nervous, you’ve been to his place before and nagged him for being so messy, so he picks all the clothes on the floor and shoves them into the closet, you’re not coming to his room, anyway… are you?
  • “Don’t get any wrong ideas, I’m here to help you study!” “Yes… yes, of course, MC!” “Why does your place smell so weird? Ugh…”
  • You two start studying, he’s shocked at himself for knowing so much about the subject. Yes… ever since you came along, he’s been able to focus more…
  • “Hey, focus! We’re not even half done! God, do you always space out like this? Pay attention!” “Yes, MC…” “And stop saying that! Why do you keep saying ‘yes, MC, yes’? I already told you nobody will see you as a man if you keep acting like a puppy, Yoosung!”
  • “I… I’m sorry, MC! I… am really sorry…” and you see the tears… OH SHIT! “Wait, are you crying? Don’t… don’t cry…” “Why? Because it’s not manly?” “No, because… I hate seeing you sad…” “You what now?”
  • You throw the books away from you and hug him, he’s so confused… “MC?” “Do you think I like treating you like that? I hate it! But I need you to bring your A game in everything you do, you have so much potential, and I love you so much! And…” oops
  • “MC? You… you… love me?” “I… I…” the clothes he shoved in the closet earlier fall down and you let him go from your embrace. “Oh my God, Yoosung! What a mess! How do you live like that? Let’s go clean this and continue with the studies. God, I can’t believe I’m in love with someone so messy!” “You said it again, MC…”

Jaehee

  • She doesn’t understand why you’re so cold and just answer her with “yes”, “no” or “mmm”
  • Not that she’s this master in being affectionate, but you are on a whole level, seriously.
  • She likes you a lot, but sometimes is really unbearable to put up with your bad temper. Like, at one moment you’re fine, and few minutes later, you’re snapping at her for nothing!
  • This was one of those days… you dropped by to her café to help her, she didn’t even have to ask you, you just… showed up.
  • And everything was going ok, you were working together, she even made you smile! She loves your smile, it’s a shame you don’t show it that often.
  • And then this customer came in, she recognized him, he would come almost everyday. “Welcome!” she greeted cheerfully, “How can I not feel welcomed with such a warm greeting?” you rolled your eyes.
  • “What can I get you?” “Oh, If it was possible, I would want to take you home, but since I can’t… just the usual.” She giggles, embarrassed and goes to prepare his orer, you stop her: “I got this.” And you don’t even look at her, you’re just shooting daggers with your eyes to the flirty guy.
  • “Here you go, sir.” You handed him his coffee, he barely ignores you. “Does it match your taste, sir?” “Hum? Yeah, I guess…” “Good! Take another sip, then.” You lean to him and whisper: “ I dare you!” cue to the guy paying and leaving this place like his life depends on it. (it probably does)
  • “MC, what… just happened?” “Don’t be that nice to guys, you dork! They can really get the wrong message! Men are not reliable!” Zen, is that you?
  • “Well, I… I am just being nice to customers, you know, my customers, at my place,  where you barged in to work and just scare one of them?” “I was doing you a favor, It’s not my problem if you can’t recognize that, but sine you don’t want my help, I’m going now!”
  • You head to the exit, she stops you. “No! I can’t stand this anymore, MC! You can’t just do as you please and walk away! Tell me, did I do something to you?”
  • “Let it go, Jaehee…” “Seriously, why do you keep coming here if you’re gonna act like that? And why you’re nice, and then you switch your mood completely? Tell me, why do you hate me, MC? What have I ever done to you for you to act like that with me? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”
  • “I DON’T HATE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” both of you gasp in shock. “Happy now? I… love you… and I hate how oblivious you act around me and around… weird guys who clearly don’t give a shit about your coffee.”
  • “MC… are you serious?” “Why would I ever joke about something like this? Do you think I like coming here and opening up about y feelings to someone who probably don’t even like me back?” she hugs you, you don’t know if you should hug her back. “You’re the dork here, you know that?”

Jumin

  • He’s very confused, because you act a lot like Zen around him, but when you do it, it’s amazingly… cute.
  • You don’t call him a jerk or trustfund kid, you prefer more refined insults as spoiled, pretentious, self-centered… and you never say anything bad about Elizabeth.
  • Still, as cute as can be, sometimes it gets really annoying. He met all those really nice women (if they’re genuinely nice or not, that’s a whole another story…) and yet, the only lady who catches his attention is that one who’s always angry at him.
  • But apparently, all the hate you have for him doesn’t affect the way you feel about Elizabeth, as you always ask about her.
  • One day, you even offered to babysit her, he felt surprised. “Well, I’m just doing to free Jaehee a little, not everybody has to like your cat as you do, you selfish prick!” oh okay…
  • He barely could concentrate on the business meetings knowing you’re at his house taking care of his cat… why does he even care so much? You like the cat and can’t stand him!
  • He’s taken aback when he sees your name on his phone: “I need you to come over right now!” your tone sound even more serious and cold than usual.
  • He runs to his house and finds you pacing back and forth and biting your nails. “What happened, are you okay?” “I can’t find her!” OH SHIT
  • “What do you mean?” “Did I stutter? I don’t know where she is!” “How could this happen?” “Well, if I knew how I lost her, I would already have found her, no?”
  • He was worried, and he noticed how worried you were too. “What are you staring at? I’m not pleased either! Don’t think I lost your cat on purpose!” “I know you didn’t, MC! Calm down, let’s think about this objectively…” “Oh, I should know you would say something like this! It’s so typical of you! The ice king, Jumin Han! You’re so worried about not showing any emotions you don’t even look around you to notice how worried other people feel! Zen is so right about you…”
  • “Ok, if that’s how you feel, maybe you should go to Zen now…” “I CAN’T GO ANYWHERE, I CAN’T BE CALM WHEN THE MOST PRECIOUS THING THE MAN I LOVE HAS IS MISSING!” Wow… Jumin widen his eyes a little, then he looks down.
  • “Can you repeat, please?” “I… I didn’t mean to call her a ‘thing’, you know…” “No… the other part…” he comes close to you and holds your chin. “You love me?”
  • You blush furiously and he can’t hold back a chuckle. “Okay, let’s discuss this later, first we need to find her… did you look under the counter, she sleeps there sometimes…”
  • Please don’t be there! Please don’t be there! Shit, she’s there! Now you have to talk…

Saeyoung

  • Seriously? You really wanna fool a former secret intelligence agent? You really want him to believe you don’t have feelings for him?
  • And the tsundere thing… yes, very cute… but he knows you’re trying to hold your laugh when he tells a joke or pranks someone.
  • He pushed people away his whole life, so seeing you doing it too bothers him, because he sees a little of himself in you. At the same time, he loooooves to tease you just so you can scold him as much as you want.
  • He knows you probably don’t love him, that would be insane, but you definitely have a crush on him! And he’s determined to make you spill it out.
  • So he invites you, Yoosung and Zen for a ride on his brand new baby! “I’ll pick you guys up in that order:  MC, Zen, Yoosung.  Don’t be late!”
  • Privately, he already talked to Yoosung and Zen, telling them this is just an excuse, he just wants to pull an innocent prank on you, none of them believe it, they just think he wants a little time alone with you. That’s not entirely a lie,tho.
  • So when you are in his car and he doesn’t turn in the direction he should to go to Zen’s place, you start your trail of insults: “What are you doing? You should have turned left, you idiot! Seriously… you’re always bragging about your amazing driver skills, but can’t even remember your friend’s address? What’s wrong with you?”
  • “My bad, baby.” “Don’t call me ‘baby’! What… what are you thinking?” “Oh… you’re blushing, MC~~~~” he sings. “SHUT UP AND WATCH THE ROAD, YOU FOOL!” “Seriously, you’re redder than my hair right now, it’s so adorable…” “Well, I’ll let your face red when I slap you for saying bullshit!” “Oh, so you’re kinda kinky too, huh? You’re gonna spank me?” “WATCH THE ROAD! WATCH THE ROAD!” “Don’t change the subject-“ BANG! The car is hit on a tree, okay, that wasn’t exactly his plan… he can’t believe he got so carried away by teasing you…
  • “Oh my God! Are you… are you ok, MC?”  “Not thanks to you, buy yes.” “I’m sorry, that wasn’t part of my plan, and…” “Plan? What are you talking about?” uh oh…
  • “I… had planned a picnic for the two of us…” “What a manipulative prick! What’s wrong with you?” “I… don’t know, I… just wanted to spend some time alone with you…” “And what makes you think I would want to spend time alone with you?”
  • “MC… come on…” “Come on what?” “I… I know, MC. As sexy as you look when you act like that, don’t need to pretend anymore, I already know…” “You… You really know?”
  • “Well, it’s pretty obvious…” “It is?” “Yep, pretty much…” “Oh, okay then… probably Yoosung didn’t notice, because I told him I love you and…” “WHAT?”
  • “What what?” “You… love me?” Uh oh… now his face matches his hair color. “Why are you so surprised? You said you already knew!” “I thought you had a crush on me.”
  • “ME? A crush on YOU? Are you insane?” “MC, loving me is even bigger than having a crush on me…” “Well, yeah, but still… gross! And what are you waiting to call a tow truck to get us out of here?” “Nah, let’s stay like this a little more, I’m finding out so many interesting things because of that…” Please God, kill me now.

Saeran

  • Two tsunderes? Lolololol this will be fun to watch
  • No, seriously, all the RFA members feel entertained to watch your interactions, because they are so freaking hilarious. You yell at each other, then turn your back and resist the urge to look back to know if the other is looking, it’s kinda cute, actually…
  • None of you know that, but there’s a bet going on to know who will be the first one to confess. Zen and Jumin finally agreed on something and voted for Saeran. Saeyoung, Jaehee and Yoosung went for you.
  • But this is taking too long, and there’s a lot of money involved in this. I mean, just imagine if Jumin loses…
  • Everybody is waiting for a closure to this, so Saeyoung come up with this amazing idea to put you and Saeran to handle the guests list for the next RFA party. Jumin thinks is a bad idea, but even Zen, who’s on his side, agrees he’s just afraid of losing.
  • To prove he’s not, he even offers one of C & R meeting rooms, also because there’s security there, and if something goes wrong, they have trained people to take you two out of each other throats.
  • So there are you two. This is so fucking weird… “Okay, let’s do this quickly so it can end quickly!” you state. “I hate to say I agree with you, ugh…” you roll your eyes.
  • “So… Rui?” “Check!” “Cat hotel?” “Check!” “Detective?” “Check!” “Naming?” “It’s not here…” he says. “What you mean ‘it’s not here’?” “Exactly what I said, are you dumb? IT’S NOT HERE!”
  • “Don’t yell, you asshole! This is not your house for you to behave like that!” “Don’t tell me what to do! Not even my brother talks to me like that!” “Maybe he should, then you would learn some manners!” “Now you’re yelling too, you’re such a hypocrite!” “Don’t use words you don’t know the meaning!” “I told you not to tell me what to do! And I know the meaning, because I’m not stupid like you!” “SHUT UP!” “NO, YOU SHUT UP!”
  • The RFA is watching this through the CCTV. “Maybe this was a bad idea, Saeyoung…” Jehee says apprehensively. “No! We’re going somewhere, I can feel it! Just wait for it…”
  • “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You’re so GRRRRR!” Saeran says. “Oh, I don’t understand cave man language, I’m sorry…” “Cave man? HAHAHA! You’re the wild one here, MC. You are… so wild! And… crazy! And… and… the way you tease me with your craziness, seriously…” “I’m the tease here? I’M THE TEASE HERE? YOU’RE THE TEASE HERE! You’re the one who keeps looking at me like a lost kitty! I… I hate how you look at me!”
  • “Well, I… I hate this shiny and silky hair of yours!” “And I hate your weird smile!” “This shirt is so tight I can see your stupid curves!” “So don’t look at them with these weird beautiful eyes of yours!” “Only if you stop talking with this melodic voice!” “HOW CAN I STOP TALKING IF I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT?” “OH YEAH? THEN I GUESS I LOVE YOU MORE!”
  •  So he asks: “Do you want to ditch this and have angry sex?” “Is there any other kind of sex?”
  • Jumin and Zen accept their defeat, but the other three don’t stick around to celebrate their victory. Everybody leaves to give you guys some privacy. Also, they’re freaking terrified of both of you.

V

  • Oh god… is painful to watch.
  • Because you keep snapping at him, and he just chuckles and says how adorable you are when you get mad.
  • So you two keep at this full circle, you get mad, he says you’re cute, and you get mad because he said you’re cute… this never ends.
  • Jumin asked you to hand some papers to him at his gallery. He chuckles at so fast you agreed on going.
  • You find him painting… what the fuck? You thought he was a photographer?
  • “Oh, welcome MC! What can I do for you today?” “D-Dude! How do you know it’s me? I… I didn’t say anything!” “Well, I recognize your smell and your pacing very easily…” “That’s… really creepy!” can he detect in your voice how much flustered you are?
  • “Jumin asked me to give you this. So… there you go! I’m off now!” “So soon? Please stay! Do you want to see what I’m doing?” YES “No… I’m okay.”
  • “Well, you may not know this, but painting and photography walk side by side…” “I… didn’t ask anything for you to be saying that.”
  • “Sometimes you just need the right angle, and the right moment…” “Dude, I… I have no idea what you’re saying…”
  • “So why don’t you take a look? I could really use your… honesty on this.” You roll your eyes and go to look what he painted, only to find it is… you! You smiling…
  • “What the fuck? What’s this?” “I believe it is you…” “I KNOW IT’S ME! BUT… H-HO-HOW YOU DID THIS? I mean… you can’t… see and…
  • “Oh, the paints have different textures, see how your smile looks smoother than your hair, for example?” “What do you have against my hair?” he chuckles.
  • “Nothing… on contraire, I assume it’s beautiful! I… would love to touch it to sense it and make a more accurate painting of you… will you let me?” “Wha-What? What? Touch me? No! Stop being creepy!”
  • “Okay…” “ALRIGHT! Just because you insisted so much…” he didn’t insist…
  • So there he goes to touch your face, running his fingers through your nose, your forehead, your lips… then he touches your hair… “So silky…” “Yeah, my secret is washing.” He laughs, and you shiver.
  • “Are you shivering? Don’t need to be so tense…” “Who’s tense? I… I’m not tense!” he smirks and you lose it! “I’ll show you tense!”
  • You grab one of the paints and rub it in his face,  that shit is probably expensive, but do you care? He’s rich anyways… he looks serious! Uh oh…
  • Then you get caught by surprise when he throws paint at you! And this become a paint war!
  • You two roll in the floor getting paint everywhere, and you’re both laughing. “God, I thought you were so uptight! I had no idea you had it on you… maybe that’s why I love you so much and…” shit! You got a little carried away there…
  • “Well, I guess I have to keep showing you new sides of me for you to love me even more, then…” seriously… this guy…
Enchoi Your Friday: Can you Escape?

Hi Everyone! This week’s theme is the Choi twins put in an Escape Room. For those of you who don’t know, here’s a link with more info! It’s basically like those computer escape games, but in real life. Totally a blast if you can get in one;) Happy Friday! 



  • It was Saeyoung’s idea when he was searching for things you guys could do together
  • Saeran is not thrilled
  • “I don’t want to be locked in a room with you two for an hour!”
  • But he somehow is persuaded to come along and finally the time comes
  • The room is museum themed, so you three have to get some hidden diamond props and then escape
  • There’s a computer monitor where the staff can give you clues and communicate with you in real time
  • The first thing Saeyoung sees are these costume security guard jackets
  • You all put them on thinking it was part of the little game
  • It wasn’t until five minutes of exploring the room did the staff tell you guys there was no need for the jackets
  • You and Saeran take them off, but Saeyoung keeps it on...for reasons
  • There were two locks on these drawers
  • You turn your back for one second, and they’re working together to pick the lock
  • You quickly intervene before the staff kicks you out for cheating
  • Saeyoung laughs unnervingly loud, “Oh, right! We’re supposed to look for a code…which we are doing now!”
  • You two start searching for numbers around the room that would correspond to the lock
  • For two geniuses, Saeyoung and Saeran kept passing the numbers or bickering over what they thought were the right clues  
  • You’re so done with them, so you just stand by the numbers until they notice
  • At one point, you had to use a computer, but the program was glitching making you guys lose time
  • The staff said they would be inside soon to come help
  • But Saeran gets too impatient and hacks into the system himself to fix it
  • By the time the staff gets back, the problem is solved, but Saeran is about to chew them out for not giving you extra time since the thing glitched
  • But the game goes on
  • Saeyoung notices you’re getting a little quieter than normal 
  • So on the next puzzle, he starts playing dumb like he doesn’t know how to figure it out
  • He was a secret agent for how many years this was pretty easy for him
  • But you picked up on it right away 
  • “Saeyoung, please stop playing dumb and tell me the answer!” 
  • “But I want you to have a good time!”
  • “I’m not having a good time when you’re being like this! Tell me the answer!”
  • While you two are arguing, Saeran presses a button opening a door to a new puzzle
  • It’s something involving counting these complicated circles and squares and triangles
  • Saeran and Saeyoung have literally counted a bunch of times and landed on different answers
  • You calmly suggest you might need a clue, and they burst, “We do not need a clue!”
  • But after another few minutes, they give up and ask the staff for the clue
  • The staff is pretty petty about the computer thing, so they tell the twins to hug for three seconds if they want a clue
  • Saeran would’ve walked out of there right away if you hadn’t physically shoved him into Saeyoung’s arm
  • You guys almost got out of there
  • You grabbed the diamonds….and ran out the wrong door
  • By the time you all realized you hadn’t completed the last puzzle to escape, the time was up
  • Cue Saeran claiming you unfairly lost time because of the computer glitch, and also you and Saeyoung practically dragging him out of the building while thanking the staff
  • You all get ice cream afterwards, so Saeran’s anger is appeased, and all in all, you three had a blast

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YOUR SONG {Yoongi Fluff One Shot}

Author’s Note: @yoongihowareyousohandsome I made it extra fluffy for you! Hopefully you like it and I hope your friend is doing better! Much love - Caroline

You sat on your couch, mindlessly watching television when your phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, you smiled.

Sup, Yoongs? You asked as you popped another piece of popcorn into your mouth. Yoongi chuckled and sighed.

Seriously? Yoongs? Didn’t you hear of respecting your elders? He asked and you laughed. It was always nice to talk to Yoongi. He was one of the only people in the world that could make you smile until your cheeks hurt and he wasn’t even trying. His cool attitude and complete disregard of fucks to give always made you happy to call him one of your best friends.

What? Would you rather grandpa? You retorted and laughed as Yoongi sighed heavily. There was a part of you that never wanted anything to change between the two of you, but you were also completely in love with him. Not that he would ever feel the same.

Aish. Have you been listening to the radio? He asked and you scrunched your nose at the change of subject.

Yoongi, you know I don’t listen to the radio. You told him. But if you meant, have I heard your new song, yes. And boy, who are you trying to pull? You asked with a laugh.

What do you mean? He asked and you sighed. The song was a love song, it was full of beautiful lyrics and a gorgeous melody. You could still hear Yoongi’s raspy voice as it rapped then sang.

I mean the girl you wrote that song for. She’s a lucky girl. You’ll have to tell me who she is. You responded and Yoongi went silent. Well, you don’t have to tell me now or anything. You muttered nervously. Hey, I gotta go, uhm someone is calling me. You lied as you hung up the phone and sighed. Your heart was racing as you tried to expunge the conversation from your head, but you could still hear yourself fucking up your friendship.

On the other side of Seoul, Yoongi sat stunned, with the phone still up to his ear. He kept hearing your words ring in his ears. ​She’s a lucky girl. You’ll have to tell me who she is.

Were you really not thinking it was about you?! Yoongi asked the now blank phone in frustration. Yoongi had spent months composing that song and it was his grand gesture to profess his feelings, and now you didn’t see them. He had included inside jokes and everything. Did you even LISTEN to the lyrics?! He screamed annoyed at the phone as he laid his head back on the couch and covered his eyes with his hands.

He kept trying to figure out what to say.

It’s about you …  No. You’re seriously that idiotic Maybe too harsh?  The lucky girl is you?  That’s cheesy. He murmured the various things, but then he always found a reason not to call back and tell you.

He sat there, stewing. He was going in a cycle. Maybe I should text her? Yoongi said to himself, but it was the same issue. Type, shake his head, then furiously delete. It was only when Jin came in that he looked up.  

I thought you would be running to Y/N’s place. Jin said in a calm manner as he made his way into the room. The hyung of BTS was known for sticking his nose into everything. Yoongi knew that Jin wanted the scoop so he just explained everything without the slightest objection. ​Well that’s unexpected. So she had no idea it was about her at all?

An exasperated sigh came out of Yoongi.  NO! He screamed and threw his hands up in the air. She thinks it’s about someone else! How do I get it through her thick skull?

Don’t call her dumb. Jin said in a stern tone and Yoongi glared.

Well she’s being dumb if she can’t see this damn song is about her. Yoongi spat as he crossed his arms.

​Jin was rolling his eyes at the toddler tantrum the other group’s hyung was throwing. The usually calm and collected Suga was now practically stomping his feet over a girl. Jin thought about this and started to laugh. He never thought this day would come.

Stop laughing, Jin hyung. I’m seriously losing it over this girl. Yoongi said in a pleading tone and with that Jin’s smile grew larger.

This is really love. Jin thought as he watched Yoongi freak out

Alright, I got a plan. But you will do as I say and not give me any shit. Jin said and Yoongi looked at him with a bit of fear.

Okay? Yoongi replied and Jin smiled.

Great! Grab a pen! Jin clapped his hands together and Yoongi apprehensively grabbed a pen and paper.

Within a couple hour, Jin’s amazing plan was done and Yoongi was a little peeved. He couldn’t believe he was standing there. ​What the hell was Jin thinking? He asked himself as he fidgeted. He was standing at your door, somehow talked into confessing in person by the older hyung.

There’s no better way to know there won’t be ANY misunderstandings if you’re face to face. Jin’s voice rang in his ear. He was so desperate at the time that he practically ran out of the studio. Now that he was standing in front of your door, nerves started to kick in.  

As he was about to turn around, you were leaving your place. ​Yoongi? Your voice rang through the empty air and Yoongi’s breathing caught. There was no turning back now.

​He scolded himself in his mind as he turned around. Trying to keep a nonchalant air about him, he greeted you with a small tightlipped smile. His jaw wanted to drop, even though you were wearing a simple white t-shirt and black leggings, he still thought you looked gorgeous.  Before you could ask what he was doing there, he shoved a paper in your face. It was handwritten and you were about to unfold the delicately kept paper, when Yoongi stopped you.  

I’m gonna be at the studio. Text or whatever when you’ve read that, but can you wait until I leave? He asked, more like begged and you nodded deftly as you looked from the note to him. Watching him quickly turn on his heels and walk down the hallway, you closed the door and sat down on your couch.

You were a bit confused, but you unraveled the paper. It was the lyrics to his new song. You could hear the melody in your head and the gruffness of his voice as he slowly sang. But the lyrics were annotated. He had inserted little stories.  

Your smile, a sunshine in a charcoal colored world

Remember when we had gone out on that rainy day. You were laughing even though I was terrified that the dark clouds might swallow us whole.

…  

Being able to breathe whenever you’re near. Being seen as me and not who the world wants to hear

You’re the only person I can be just Min Yoongi. Not Suga, not the rapper, not the rock in BTS. I’m just Yoongi or Yoongs, if you MUST call me that.  

…  

My mom already loves you. My family wants to make you theirs

If you could see the texts my mom sends about meeting you at that concert, you would laugh. She’s already planning the wedding.  

…  

You continued to read. You laughed and you tried to hold it together. It was only when you got to the last line that you lost it.  

This is a song for you

​ Y/N, it’s always been about you.  

And before you could think about it, you were running out the door.

Making your way to the studio was like walking down an old engraved path. You knew the way like the back of your hand, you didn’t need to think as your body guided you to his studio and you were knocking on the door. You heard someone inside stand up and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before the door opened. Yoongi stood there, one hand on the frame while the other held the door open.

Hey. He said and you smiled, throwing yourself into his arms. Hugging him, you could feel the shock as he slowly enveloped you in his embrace. So I’m taking that as you like the song? He murmured and you laughed, the tears brimming your eyes as you nodded into his chest.

I loved it! You exclaimed and he laughed.

Good, I’m glad you finally realize it’s about you. Pabo. He muttered and you smacked his arm. What?! It takes an idiot not to realize that it’s about you. He defended himself and you shook your head.

Ah, I wanted to believe it was about me, but I never thought you would fall for me, I guess. You mumbled and Yoongi smiled.

Because I’m so amazing? True, true, I lowered my standards to be with you. He said and you glared. I’m just kidding. Y/N, if you could see what I see, you would wonder why a girl like you would like a weirdo like me. He mumbled and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Ah, I don’t care if you’re a weirdo, just so long as you’re my weirdo. You said with a smug grin and Yoongi shook his head with a smile. Leaning down and placing a light kiss on your lips, it was sweet and romantic, calm and relaxed, it was Yoongi’s way of telling you just how much he loved you.

You heard the beginning to his song play and you broke away from the kiss, only to see Jin standing there, holding his phone near you guys as he played the song.

AIGO, HYUNG! SERIOUSLY?! Yoongi screamed and you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched Jin run away from the angry rapper. Walking over to the soundboard, you hit the play button and the song began blaring through the studio. Yoongi rolled his eyes as he looked at you. Not you too. He muttered and you shrugged.

It’s like your love letter to me. You murmured back and began swaying to the music. Yoongi laughed as he watched you, but you pulled his to dance with you. C’mon dance with me. This is my song! You said like a drunk girl at a bar and Yoongi laughed standing up and spinning you around.

In his usual gruff voice, Yoongi said in your ear. This will always be your song.  

BTS Reaction || Hanging Out Too Much With Their Idol Crush And They Get Into A Scandal
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Rap Monster

“I can’t believe this is serious, I’m in a terrible friendzone how do they not notice”


Jin

*He’s flustered*
/ Did they notice? It’s not like I was obvious… /


Suga

*The members (being the little shits they are) make fun of his ‘one sided crush scandal story’ and when you’re around they act even worse*
“Don’t mind them, Y/N. They stopped growing mentally and physically after turning 10.”


J-Hope

“How the heck do I flirt now when those dumb rumors are out???”


Jimin

“WAIT, SCANDAL? MOI? PARK JIMIN IN A SCANDAL? Oh hollup, it’s with Y/N, I can survive that.”


V

*Horrified*
“Y/N, do you want to explain something? When did we get into a scandal?”


Jungkook

“But… W-what?”


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Imagine Drax being jealous of Kraglin because of your infatuation over him

(Woooo Drax and Kraglin 😍😍😍 It’s a little short but still hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

It was all because of you, Peter accepted a mission along with the Ravagers and you found yourselves aboard the Eclector for the whole month. It was your fault that Drax was stuck listening to you fawn over completely for another man.

He just couldn’t see it. He couldn’t understand as to what was so interesting about Yondu’s first mate, Kraglin. It had been weeks since he’s been observing the Xandarian, in all angles possible to see what had you so lovestruck.

From up close to afar, even in the showers, he tried to take notice of everything and really just couldn’t see as to why you would ever want to be with him of all the men in the world. Not to mention, he didn’t think of him as anything special, not particularly funny or that interesting to listen to.

He was by far the skinniest and probably the lankiest Xandarian, in fact man he’s ever seen. Drax swore Kraglin could barely support his own weight, soaking wet and the more he looked at him the angrier he’d get at himself.

He had always been fond of you and was trying his best to get you to return those feelings. He complimented you openly on your beauty and genes, your intellect and just hoped to be quite clear on his intentions. Sure, Peter confronted him on being too blunt for you but he thought it was the better way to do it.

However, it seemed he was wrong as since you all came across the Ravagers, that small framed first mate was the only subject matter on your mind. You only talked about him and how dreamy he was in every aspect.

From his height, his smile to his hair, you just couldn’t stop gushing about him to Drax. At first, he thought it was a crush that might pass but clearly you weren’t going to stop until you had him by your side.

He never thought one man can practically make you melt into a pile of complete mush that way and just couldn’t stop being jealous over not being the one in your eyes.

~~~

As he stared over at Kraglin, like he would in the early morning, he knew he had enough of that man stealing all your attention and was more than ready to confront him.

In the corner of his eye, Kraglin could feel it again. That intense glare was practically over his shoulder and he knew who it was. He tried his best to hide his fear the first few days but the more he let it slide, the more he was convinced Drax was plotting to actually kill him.

He wanted to look right back at him to ask him as to what was his problem but feeling like the other man was creeping up on him, he could only let out a yelp the instant he turned around to face him.

Grabbing him by the wrist, Drax pulled onto him closer and took a good look at him. As expected, he was frightened, trembling and whimpering, looking around as searching for help.

“Weak… ”, he growled at him before raising his tone. “I can’t believe she would choose you over me…But tell me! How do you do it?!”

Confused by the sudden interaction with the giant, and even more by his words, Kraglin shrugged and nervously shook his head.

“What?!”

Scoffing, Drax tightened his grip and brought him even closer. “Don’t tell me you’re blind as well?! Or worst, dumb!”

He flinched at those words, truly not understanding as to what was happening. “What? No i’m not…I-I just don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

Shaking him, he asked again, “How do make Y/N only have eyes for you?! That’s all I want to know! Tell me now Xandarian! I demand it of you!”

Kraglin squirmed, trying to break away but stopped to hear your name being mentioned. His eyes lit up as he looked back at him and wondered if he heard it right.

“Y/N has her eyes on me?”, he asked uncertain of himself, only to be shaken and let out a sudden yelp.

Still pissed at his ignorance, he raised his voice even more, “Of course she does! Now tell me how you do it! Certainly, there must be something!”

Feeling him squirm in his grip and seeing how he couldn’t properly give out an answer, Drax picked up him in the air and was screaming his demands.

“Is it magic?! Did you cast a spell on her?! Is that why she only has you on her mind?! Teach me your ways!”

Kraglin could only let out a strangled scream, as he felt the air in his lungs slowly being taken away from how much he was being squeezed to which only angered Drax even more.

~~~

Hearing the ruckus from your place, you recognized the two voices and practically bolted towards them the instant you heard your name being mentioned by that of Kraglin’s.

As you neared and caught a glimpse at them, you let out a panicked shriek to see Drax lifting up your crush in such ways and rushed to try and make him let him go.

“Drax?! What the hell?! Let go of him! Put him down!”, you said agitatedly and distraught to see Kraglin practically fighting to take a breath from his grip.

“No! Not until he tells me how he does it!”, he said while trying to reach a hand to wrap around the first mate’s neck. As you caught onto his next move, you grabbed his arm in hopes to calm him down, yet still confused as to what he meant.

You could see Kraglin starting to turn purple and coughing, and truly felt your heart about to burst to see him in such pain.

“What? Oh come on! Drax put him down, he’s going to pass out! Please Drax! Let him down!”

“No!”

Knowing how stubborn he could be, you reached to cup his cheek instead and pleaded him.

“Please…For me, just let him down…”

Not being able to resist your sweet tone, he growled and was ready to drop Kraglin to the ground until you noticed his gaze.

“Gently, Drax…”

He did just as asked yet Kraglin stumbled towards the nearest wall to prop himself up. Coughing and taking big intakes of breath, he tried his best to not seem too feeble but failed miserably.

You rushed to his side to help him, rubbing his back and apologizing to him for your friends behavior, in the sweetest tone you could muster up.

“I’m so sorry for what he did…I really am…Is there anything I can do to cheer you up for all of this?”

Drax just couldn’t believe what he was witnessing and could only tighten his fist to see you act so kind and hold him the way did.

He felt the burning anger building to listen to you and as Kraglin smiled at you and was about to open his mouth to say something, he finally exploded.

“Y/N! He is NOT worthy of you, how can you not see that!?!”

Angrily pointing over at Kraglin’s body, he added, “He’s not even suitable for combat! Look at his skinny frame! It’s clearly very breakable! I was just holding him and already he was about to pass out! I don’t understand your infatuation over him! When clearly i’m the better choice!”

You both froze to hear him and see him angrily flailing the way he did. You blushed to hear him admit openly to Kraglin about your crush on him and panicked that instant.

You let go of his hand and nearly jumped on Drax to make him close his mouth. Putting your hands all over his mouth and pushing him to walk away just to make him stop it but for him to try and evade you by all means.

As you both fought and struggled together, Kraglin stared awkwardly at you both and tried to catch your attentions but instead could only hear you faintly.

“He isn’t that skinny! He’s just narrowed shouldered!”, you said in between grunts, to which he answered right back at you.

“If he weren’t skinny then why does he weight nothing when I picked him up! It was like holding a bunch of grapes! I’m telling you, he isn’t worthy of you!”

“He’s very worthy of me! If he weren’t impressive or suitable for combat there would be no way Yondu would’ve picked him as his first mate!”

~~~

The two of you continued your stupid little argument, going at each other back and forth, only for Kraglin to finally walk over at what seems to be the right timing for him, as he heard you say, “I don’t care what you think Drax! Kraglin Obfonteri is the man of my dreams! The man I fantasize about! And until he does me wrong, I will keep my infatuation for him!”

He blushed at those words and couldn’t help but call over to you, curiously.

“Really, Y/N?”

As you both heard him clearly, you came to a stop and turned over to look at him, blushing madly yourself and for Drax to just sigh in exasperation.



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anonymous asked:

i hate the fact that the only "gay" character were gonna have is a sidekick dumb villain and the worst is the self patting in the back from the studios like,,, stop,,, we dont want it,,

well it won’t be the “only” gay character forever….. I mean,, i think times are gonna have to change eventually. i never expected for disney to come running out of the gate with strong representation in the first place

But i do get the feeling it’ll be like that one time dreamworks was like “yeah we got great representation in the new how to train your dragon film!!! viking man is Confirmed gay!!!!” and then it ended up just being one throwaway line that was incredibly vague. i just hate it when companies do shit like that for brownie points

One of These Things is Not Like the Other -Aiden Imagine

Requested! “Can you do an imagine where Ethan and Aiden prank the reader, each saying ‘No I’m Aiden’, and just with fluff”

A/N: Sorry it’s super cheesy, but feel free to keep sending me requests guys, and I can do more than just teen wolf, just send me a character/fandom/actor and I’ll try my best. And thanks again to all my followers!

Things were great now that the alpha pack wasn’t trying to kill us any more, and it was nice having the twins in the pack now. But my favorite part was that I didn’t have to date Aiden in secret anymore.

When Scott found out about the two of us, he almost killed Aiden, but now he seems cool with it. However, Ethan and Aiden have officially labeled themselves the pranksters of the group and it shows. Their typical target is Stiles because he tends to be the most dramatic, but they will occasionally try and mess with the whole pack at once if they can. Fortunately they haven’t done anything to detrimental to me, but I think that’s because they know better.

As I pulled up to the school parking lot I noticed Stiles frantically running around his jeep and pulling on every door. A sense of relief rushes over his features as he notices my little black car pull next to his.

“Hey Stiles, where’s the fire” I ask jokingly. He let’s out a little eye roll and a soft chuckle before he let’s out a huge sigh.

“Well it seems as tough the twins are at it again. They decided that it would be funny if they locked my eyes in my car, leaving me with no way to get them out. So I was just trying to see if there was any way I could get into my car because my dad will kill me if he has to pay for a locksmith” he says with annoyance. He continues tugging on each of the doors and pushing on the Windows to see if he can get one down, however he has no luck.

“Well I’ll just go find Aiden and talk to him. You know that even though they are always doing stuff like this, they always come up with a back up plan to make sure everything is alright in the end. So I’m sure they have a way for you to get in your car” I say with such optimism. Stiles nods his head in agreement as he stops pulling and pushing in every inch of his car. “I’ll see you at lunch and let you know what I find out.” I say with a smile while giving a small wave of goodbye and head our separate ways.

While walking through the halls I feel as though I am on a mission to find my boyfriend Aiden and put a stop to his games. It’s not that I mind the twins constant joking around, I just felt bad for how flustered Stiles gets from it sometimes. I saw a familiar brown leather jacket and approached the prankster, ready for anything he may have up his sleeve.

“If it isn’t my favorite twin” I say as he pulls me in for a hug while giving a kiss to my temple. “Please tell me you had nothing to do with Stiles keys and he’s just trying to find someone to blame for him being dumb” I joke.

“Well if I said it wasn’t me, I’d be lying. But I’m sure it’s nothing he can’t handle” Aiden says flashing his signature smile. I try to give him a stern look to show my disapproval, but can’t help but lose focus when he smiles. It’s almost as if he is trying to be innocent, but a pain in the butt all at the same time.

“There’s my sweet-cheeks” a familiar voice says while wrapping me in a hug. A look of confusion spreads across my face, as I have no idea who is behind me. When I turn around, I see the familiar features of my boyfriend but am unsure how to respond because I thought I had already greeted Aiden. This brother was wearing a black  v-neck and jeans that I have seen Aiden wear before, causing even more confusion to spread through my mind.

“Ethan, what are you doing” I question to who I assumed was my boyfriend’s twin playing a joke on me.

“Ethan? What are you talking about, I’m Aiden. Your boyfriend, remember?” He says acting as if I hurt his feelings.

“But if your Aiden then you must be…” I say as you turn around to the twin who had first greeted me “Ethan?”

“Nope, I’m Aiden.” The twin in the leather jacket responds with a large grin.

“Okay, what the heck is going on here. You both can’t be Aiden. So can one of you knock it off, and tell me who my real boyfriend is?” I glance back and forth to each of the boys features to see if there was any way I could tell them apart. Walking in circles around the boys, I begin to brew an idea in my mind to figure out who is the real Aiden. 

Sometimes I hated being a human, because I knew that if I were a wolf right now, I’d easily be able to figure out who my boyfriend is. I sniffed the air around both of the boys but noticed they were wearing the same cologne. I  looked into each of their eyes but neither one had a certain “tell” as to whether or not they were lying.

“(Y/n), babe what are you doing?” the twin in the brown jacket says. “Don’t think too hard you may hurt yourself” he says while the other begins cracking up from his brother’s joke.

“Fine if neither of you will tell me who the real Aiden is, then I’m going to get going. Some of us have more important things to get to” I say with a huff. As I walk away I hear the two boys laughing about how they “totally got me”, but little did they know, I had a good idea as to who was who, I just needed a way to prove it. 

In that moment I pulled out my phone and looked up Aiden’s number and began calling it. I heard his phone ring down the hallway and went running to see which brother had answered it.

“Got you!” I yell with satisfaction. I was right, the boy in the brown leather jacket was mine. Even though, they both had the same style of clothes, smelled exactly the same, and obviously looked similar, I could still tell which Aiden was my Aiden. 

“Well you cheated, if you weren’t so smart you would have never been able to tell the difference between us” he says in a defeated tone. 

“Oh please, I know you better than that. You want to know how I knew?” I said with a cocky smirk. “One of my ‘boyfriends’ called me sweet cheeks, but my real boyfriend, wouldn’t call me that. You have other nicknames: love, babe, doll, but never something as cheesy as sweet cheeks.”

“Dammit Ethan” he said with an eye roll and a slight chuckle. “We practiced so hard too, I figured we’d last at least a little bit longer.”

“Don’t take it too hard babe, if you would have kept it up all day we couldn’t have done this” I say as I pull him in for a kiss. As I pull away I immediately fell him come closer for more. We both weren’t much for P.D.A. but we could make one exception.

“(Y/N) what the heck are you doing” the twin in the black v-neck questions.

“Ethan relax, she already found out” Aiden said while he wrapped his arms around me and let out a soft laugh.

“Dang, she’s good” Ethan says. “Looks like she really loves you man. She’s a keeper” he says with a wink.

“Trust me I know.” Aiden responds and places a kiss to the top of my head. 

For a Lost Daughter: new chapter!

On April 17th, 2016 I posted my very first fic. 

I WAS SCARED AS FCK, Y’ALL. 

You can read it between the lines of my preface of that post: 

What I said: “Very nervous to post this given how much great Outlander fanfiction there is out there, but I hope you enjoy! “

Translation: FCK FCK FCK FCK I FEEL SO DUMB AND RIDICULOUS WHY AM I DOING THIS INTRUDER ALERTS WILL BE GOING OFF THE SECOND I POST THIS, WHO AM I KIDDING THEY’RE ALREADY GOING OFF I”M SETTING THEM OFF MYSELF AND RUNNING THROUGH THE HALLS SOMEONE PLEASE STOP ME BUT ALSO LOVE ME IMMEDIATELY READ IT BUT ALSO DON’T READ IT OH JESUS H ROOSEVELT CHRIST MAKE IT STOP

And yet, here we are a year later. 

I want to sincerely thank you all for being so unbelievably supportive, pretty much from day one. You guys are incredible, and I can’t thank you enough for reading, reblogging, commenting on, making art for, and generally loving on my writing and giving me an amazing community and creative outlet in a very strange period of my life. You guys rock.

AND SO, for the occasion today, I said to myself: 

Originally posted by uptownhags


AND SO, HERE YOU GO. 



For a Lost Daughter


The Beginning: Part 1

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Everything in between:  Link to my Master List



For Lost Sisters 

October, 1767


“Faith?”

It was barely a murmur, but I jumped and nearly fell into the creek as I snapped my head around to face—

Jamie.

Papa, how did you kn—” I turned back away from him and wiped my tears furiously on my sleeve, mortified at how my voice seemed to vanish, “—know I was here?”

I felt the warmth of him settling on the log next to me, his hand coming to rest softly on the small of my back.  “Wee Roger told me what happened, lass.”

What happened. The tears welled up again in force, and my throat went so tight that—

Jamie turned and gathered me to him, letting me sob my heart out onto the shoulder of his clean shirt. “You’ll find your way wi’ Brianna, lass,” he said firmly, smoothing my hair and cupping my head tenderly to him. “I promise.”

But nearly two weeks at River Run hadn’t helped me find me any such a way. 


It wasn’t any one thing wrong in particular causing the trouble between my sister and me. It was a seemingly infinite series of small ones, all culminating in the overwhelming conclusion that Brianna and I might never have a mutually-fulfilling relationship. 

Everything just seemed to fall apart when the the two of us spoke or interacted for any prolonged period of time. We seemed to be forever misinterpreting each others’ words and tones; making bad assumptions misunderstanding one another at every other turn; not finding the same things funny or interesting; gravitating toward different company. …. except, critically, ROGER. 

He and I had already formed a bond before Brianna and I had met, and THAT was a problem. It was what had prompted the showdown this afternoon, in fact. Roger had sought me out to see if I wanted to go for a ride, just the two of us. We hadn’t spent time one-on-one for more than a few minutes since I’d arrived at River Run, and I’d been thrilled to accept his suggestion. I liked Roger greatly, and wanted to hear about how he and Brianna were doing and maybe get his point of view on how I might be better able to connect with her.  

Brianna, though, had been truly hurt by the notion that Roger wanted to spend time with me without her present, and an argument at the stables had become a full-out shouting match. She had all but forgotten me during the altercation, for all of her words were directed at Roger, but my presence was at the core of every word. 

Did he prefer my company to hers? 

Was he getting bored of her? 

Was he wanting to make a SWITCH? 

I’d slipped quietly away from the brawl, toward the woods, trying my very best not to cry until I’d gotten out of earshot of the stables. 


“I can’t do anything right by her, Papa,” I sobbed. All of the pain and hurt clung to me like leeches, stabbing me with guilt. “Everything I try—anytime I try to act differently, to reach her or understand better, just—backfires, and she hates me all the more for it.”

“She doesna hate ye, Faith,” Jamie said sharply. “I see your hurt, but I see hers, too. She doesna hate ye,” he repeated. “Ye must trust me on that, at least.”

I nodded as I pulled back and wiped my eyes. He meant well, but it was wishful thinking, at best. 

“Though I must confess something to ye, mo chridhe,” he said, of a sudden, “sometimes, I feel precisely the same.”

That took me aback and I coughed, sniffling to catch my breath. “Feel how?”

“That I canna do anything right by her.”

I peered at him, my eyes still burning. “Truly? But you two seem—”

“Aye, we seem,” he said, nodding, “but it’s something we have to work at, aye?” Jamie rose and knelt by the water, rummaging lightly in the sand. “Ye know, for as much as you seem a copy of your mother and Brianna one of me, you and I are quite remarkably alike, mo nighean dubh.”

God, how I loved Jamie Fraser—because he was my father, yes; because of all he’d done for me, yes; but also simply for himself. The way he had placed his immediate attention on finding skipping stones to give me time to compose myself, to allow me privacy and time to absorb what he was about to say without feeling I was under scrutiny.

“How are we alike, Papa?” I asked, feeling the rush of tenderness flood through me despite my inner turmoil. Yes, I could easily see why he’d made a lifelong impression upon Claire Beauchamp. Jamie Fraser was a man of heart and of care; of love

“Well, in many ways, in fact, in our manner and look….but at present, I mean that we’re both outsiders of this new family,” he said, skipping a stone thrice before it plonked into the deep water. “Claire and Brianna—they’ve had one another for twenty years, from the very beginning. They ken one another: their moods and tendencies; everything.” He skipped another, managing five jumps this time. “And compared to that, you and I….well, we can hardly be anything but at a disadvantage, aye?”

I made a sound in my throat, part snort, part sob. I knew, alright. 

He went on. “You and I are just getting to know one another, true. But on top of that, I’m still learning Claire again and getting to know Brianna for the first time; and I make mistakes in plenty, in that.” He managed to skip a stone clear to the far bank of the creek. “There’s love between Bree and I, yes, and true affection and liking, too; and yet I’ll say something that vexes her, and I willna ken what in God’s name to say to make it right. Claire is the only reason I havena driven Brianna to clobber me upside the head these last months.” 

Despite everything, I laughed, and Jamie smiled, too. “You and I are alike,” he repeated, “in that we’re still strangers to them, Faith: beloved, important, worthy of their love—but still strangers, in one form or another. It’s joy to build these bonds that join the four of us, utter joy— but not effortless, aye?”

“No indeed,” I laughed darkly. “It seems more effort than joy, for me.”

“But it will be joy, when the two of ye connect at last, aye?” he asked, looking over in concern. “Ye do wish to have something better wi’ her?”

“Yes,” I said at once, “God, it’s keeping me up at night longing for it, Papa. I’m just not sure I’ll ever be able to understand Brianna enough to be a good sister. Everything I do is a misstep—it seems I fail to meet her expectations every single day, in some way or other. We get into the same bed every night, and I’m… afraid! Afraid to say anything to her at all! I seek out Fergus so often because I’m scared to take up too much time and energy from Roger and Ian, and even more so from you and Maman—because I don’t want her to feel I’m taking too much of her people for myself.”

There was true consternation on his face at that, verging on anger. “Has she said as much? That she resents the time ye—”

“No!” I said hastily, waving my hands in dismissal. “No, not at all, I just…NO, I …” I sighed. “It’s only that I tend toward anxiety and avoidance, when I’m afraid, comprends?” I clenched the fabric of skirt in my fists, not meeting his eye. “Fixate and flee. That’s my way.”

Lord, wasn’t that the truth? That’s why it had taken me MONTHS and intense encouragement from Oliver to leave the twenty-second-century and actually set out to find my family—because I’d been too caught up in the what ifs and my many, many crippling fears. It’s why going directly to Ocracoke had been such a leap—I’d faced the danger head-on, and WON. 

Only, the tragedy was that I hadn’t managed to ground that victory in my heart, going forward. I wished I was the woman who’d battled at the stones; but here, in this, I was no more than a small, scared girl. 

“No,” I repeated, doing my best to reassure him, “and please, don’t tell her—or anyone—that I suggested such a thing. It’s just…” I looked up to the canopy of trees overhead, as if the correct words might be found up there, “—difficult… in all the ways I perhaps feared it would be. And…it makes me feel as though I’m not supposed to be here, after all.”

“Listen to me, now.” Jamie knelt and took my hand in his, my cheek in his other. “You’re our daughter, Faith, our child; our firstborn child, and nothing,” he gave me a gentle shake for emphasis, eyes blazing into mine, “nothing—not even Brianna—will ever come between you and your mother and me. Do ye hear me, lass? Not ever. I willna allow it.”

So vehement were his words, so intense his guileless blue eyes, that I couldn’t help but believe. 

I nodded and put my arms around his neck. I savored the comfort of his words and his embrace, trusting in them, at least while their love encircled me. 

A long time later, he kissed my cheek and pulled me to my feet, leading me to the water’s edge, where we had a friendly rock-skipping competition. He won, of course, but he didn’t gloat, and even taught me how better to adjust my grip and wrist.

“I think, too,” he said abruptly, after I’d managed a ten-skip run, “she’s that wee bit jealous, ken?” 

“Bree? Jealous of me?”

“Aye,” he said, brows drawn as he lobbed a stone of his own. “Can ye no’ see it? You’ve such a strong sense of self, Faith,” he went on, at the shake of my head. “The steadiness and sweetness ye have, coupled wi’ your prodigious learning and all the things ye’ve done and seen. Everyone admires ye so greatly, Brianna included.” He picked up another stone and rubbed it between his fingers. “And that’s so verra far from where Bree is, in her own life.” 

“People love Bree, too!” I countered, “Hell, Ian hangs on her every word! She’s beautiful; she’s funny. Her paintings are exquisite. And Lord, you call me a prodigy but she’s a genius. She can do things with numbers at a speed I can’t even fathom! So don’t make me out to be some marvel,” I said, heating up in defense of her, “when she’s just as—” 

“I know, I know, Faith,” Jamie said, laughing a little and touching my shoulder in reassurance. “She’s got just as much to be proud of as you. But,” he said pointedly, finding another rock, “Brianna came back through the stones to us at a crucial time in her life—a time when a lass of her upbringing would be making important decisions about her occupation, her life’s direction, aye? University or marriage or whatever else….and she chose to come here.” 

He skipped the rock but missed atrociously and ended up clattering it on a boulder halfway across. 

He sighed. “Lord knows, I thank Him every day that she did, if only to give us the chance to be a family for a time, at least… but it’s hard for her, ken? She doesna ken what is to be her place here. You’ve your healing, your languages; and on top of it, you’ve been accustomed since a bairn to moving about and adapting to new times and places and folk. Brianna….” He shook his head again. “She's—still so young aye? Young in age and in experience; and she’s come to a new time not even knowing properly who she wishes to be, be it here or in her own place. Do ye see, lass?”

I felt my heart twinge with pain and sadness—not for myself. For my sister. 

“Yes, I see, precisely.”

I had come to River Run craving so deeply to be loved and to feel as if I belonged, that I hadn’t fully stopped to consider how greatly my sister was yearning for the same things. It had been a foregone conclusion, to me, that Brianna was established and confident and seeing me as an outsider—but now that he put it that way—

Brianna must feel as lost as me.

“It may take more time, yet,” my father was saying, hugging me in that way that made me feel bowled over by utter warmth and safety, “but you’re doing just fine, dear heart. And the two of ye will find your rhythm, in time. She just wants to find her place, same as the rest of us.”


This feels very official, does it not?” Fergus whispered to me in French, his eyes flicking around Jocasta’s huge dining table where sat in conference Fergus, me, Brianna, Roger, Ian, Jamie, and Claire.

Definitely,” I whispered back in the same language, grinning, “I should have brought my gavel!” 

It did feel a bit absurdly formal, for all of us to be gathered here in broad daylight with no food before us, as though we were conducting a meeting of some board of trustees….but it was a matter of family business, after all. We’d been taking our ease these last two weeks, enjoying the chance to be together, but it was time to begin making plans to get back to Wilmington and take possession of the print shop before the season turned cold and winter set in. 

Jamie had conveniently selected this time, knowing that Jocasta would be napping. As grateful as I knew he was for his aunt’s lavish hospitality toward the overabundant brood of relations that had taken up residence under her roof, we all knew it was best to conduct these planning discussions without her formidable presence looming, else we would all be obliged to submit to her suggestions—and this next phase of life was about the Frasers

“If you’re quite finished,” Jamie was saying, giving Fergus and me a stern look that made both of us grin like naughty children before quieting, “I’ve been in communication wi’ the landlord in Wilmington and he’s agreed to let us have the vacant shop next door at half price, as it’s gone unrented for so long.” 

“Another shop?” piped up Wee Ian. “What for, Uncle?” 

“A surgery,” Claire blurted, transparent in her overflow of excitement. “A place where people can come to get medicines, get their teeth seen to, wounds mended, and so on.” 

I loved seeing Maman’s passion shining through her usual reserve. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. 

“And you’re going to be the healer, Auntie Claire?” 

“Aye, your Auntie is a rare fine healer, Ian, but so is your cousin,” Jamie was saying, inclining his head toward me. 

Oui, superbe!” Fergus added. “You should have seen how she mended me on our journey.” 

Roger, damn him, piped in about some small scratch I had tended on the road south from Richmond, and I smiled but found my cheeks reddening and my gaze darting toward Brianna across the table from me. Her face was stony. 

God, everyone, change the subject, stop talking about me, please, PLEASE change the subject! 

Thankfully, Claire did. “So, we’ll have the two shops operating side by side. There seems to be a lack of printers AND healers in Wilmington at present, so with all of us working together, we should be able to turn a profit fairly quickly, pay back Jocasta her loan, and be operating on our own two feet financially by next summer, if we manage the books judiciously.”

“Well said, Sassenach,” Jamie said, making a note with his quill. “Now, Faith, lass, you’re of course to work mostly wi’ your mother at the surgery; Fergus and Roger will be needed wi’ me at the print shop; Brianna and Ian,” he said, turning to the two youngest of our contingent, “you’ll be of great use in supporting both establishments, going back and forth to—” 

“I could be the one to manage the books,” Brianna said suddenly, her face brightening more fully than I’d seen her in weeks. Her voice was urgent with enthusiasm, in fact. “I got top marks in my accountancy courses, and I’d love to try my hand at it.”

“Do not worry yourself, Brianna.” Fergus met Bree’s eye with a charming, apologetic smile. “It’s been my own task for years, Milord’s bookkeeping. It would be no great task at all for me to continue doing so.” 

I kicked Fergus under the table. He grunted and gave me a WHAT? kind of look. I gave him one in return (‘Don’t call the one thing for which she’s excited ‘no great task at all’!), but he didn’t seem to comprehend. 

“True,” Brianna said sharply and carefully, her nostrils flaring, and I couldn’t tell if she was trying not to cry or not to throttle Fergus, “but you’re also needed as one of the primary writers for the paper, in addition to Da. Let me take this part of your plate. I’m excellent at math and figuring. I know I can do it.” 

Fergus gaped and stammered a bit. If I was at odds with Brianna in our sibling relationship, he certainly was. Despite having several months advance in opportunities to get to know him, Brianna hadn’t known quite what to make of this pseudo-sibling, and vise versa. 

“Aye, you’re certainly good at maths, hen,” Roger said gently. Damn him, he had the gall to look uncomfortable as Fergus at this turn of events. “But you’ve never actually managed a business operation before. Fergus has. Don’t you think he might be the more natural choice?”

Brianna looked as though Roger had slapped her. Despite her height, her Red-Jamie-intensity and general ill humor these last few weeks, she looked so young and vulnerable and hurt, I wanted to take her into my arms as I’d done at Craigh na Dun. Jesus H Christ, Rog, I wanted to scream at him, YOU should come to her support first above everyone, you —

“Brianna can do it,” I said, bolting to my feet before I even stopped to consider the movement, and drawing all twelve eyes directly to me like laser beams. Bree looked as startled as the rest of them, but wary, to boot, and also…touched?  

I balled my fists and plowed forward, trying not to look at her. No fixating. No fleeing. “She’s the best with numbers and reckoning of any of us at this table. You should have seen her the other day helping Ulysses with calculations for the provisions order from New Bern. She did it all in her head, like THAT!” I snapped my fingers for emphasis. “Calculations you would have had to do on paper, Fergus. Sorry, but it’s true” I said, with a significant look and a regretful grimace, though it was indeed the truth. “She’s the best equipped of all of us to take care of the finances. It’s got to be Bree.”  

“Fergus?” Jamie asked with raised eyebrows, carefully, neutrally

Fergus saw the fire in my expression and—bless him—swallowed back a retort. “Very well. The job is yours, Brianna.” 

She took a deep breath and smiled almost shyly.  “Thank you. If I get stuck at any point, you’ll help me?” 

“Of course, ma chère,” he said with grace and a smile that said all was well. I squeezed his hand under the table. 

“Well, then, that settles it,” Jamie said, making a note on his paper. “Brianna, lass, you shall be our financière.” 

We moved hastily on to other business, to dates and plans, packing lists and arguments over whether or not Rollo would be joining us; but Brianna made sure to catch my eye as soon as possible. For once, her expression was soft, open, no hostility or suspicion. She simply smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.” 

My breath caught and my heart squeezed as I smiled back and silently whispered. “Got your back,” and the grin she tried and failed to suppress melted my heart completely. 

I could have sworn I saw the corner of Jamie’s mouth twitching. As I smiled at him, the twitch blossomed into a beaming glow just for me. Good lass. 



[[more to come. at some point.]]

i can’t stop thinking about great comet and i’m not ok

but really i can’t stop and the tears just come and go randomly and idk. like the closing is actually making me feel super super anxious like i actually have this sense of impending doom just because comet is closing??? ughhhh i’m realizing one reason i feel such an attachment and love for comet is that it’s honestly done sosososo much for me in terms of relieving anxiety and and just always making me feel better and helping me through some shit and just knowing that this beautiful piece of art won’t be happening eight times a week anymore is so ??? and then thinking about the cast who are all just so wonderful and the most deserving people out there just out of a job?? and just suddenly having to let go of this huge part of their lives?? they’ve all worked so so hard and deserve so much more than this. gosh. and then i’ve got the great comet of 1812 alternating between dave and josh on repeat which is not helping because just thinking about dave ending the show makes the tears come and fuck. this show has brought me so much joy and i’m not ready for it to be over. i’m not ready to not be able to subconsciously know somewhere in the city this show is making the world a better and more magical place. i’m not ready to always be able to go on instagram and not find any lives from the cast, or new stagedoor pics. gosh. i’m just not ready. oooo shit and ya know what’s even worse is thinking about the cast and how on tuesday they’re all going to feel a piece of themselves or the world or just something missing when they realize they aren’t making their way to the imperial to sign in for some more magic making on broadway. fuckkk. or thinking about all the tears from the ensemble tomorrow when they’re all singing the last song for the last time and god. i can’t. i don’t know why i’m doing this to myself but i can’t stop. it feels wrong to do anything but think about and mourn comet until the end. i keep telling my mom how sad i am for everybody to be out of a job, and every time i get sad about that or anything else related to the show she seems to get lowkey mad at me like i‘m being dumb and saying they’ll be okay but like?? this show didn’t get anywhere as big as it should’ve, and while they’re all incredbly talented and therefore shouldn’t have too much of a struggle, none of them are super well known, i feel like even denee hasn’t gotten the recognition and hype that she should be getting. she was a princess up there, and i feel like no one comments on that??? i’m just so sad for them losing this family, not that they won’t still be a big family, but ya know they won’t be together all the time. 

@incorrectprinxietyquotes can you please call off your followers? I’ve gotten like 50 hate messages that I keep deleting because I can’t deal with that stuff.

I apologized for the accidental unauthorized use of your gif, I reblogged my post from you say I was sorry and that it was an accident.

I got the Virgil gifs from Google and I’m on MOBILE it doesn’t tell me who originally posted it. As far as Google is concerned half the time it’s either a product or from pinterest!

If I took down the post, it’s still going to float around with your gif on it. I can’t fix that, because tumblr is dumb.

Look, I’m sorry this has happened and if I could fix it properly I would. but like I DON’T EVEN FOLLOW YOU so… it’s not like I purposely went on to your blog, and stole your gif.

So please just call off the hounds because being told to kill myself isn’t helping how I already feel.

Thank you for your time

Stuck With Me

Author: Admin Grace

Characters: Dean and the Reader

Pairing: Mildly Dean x Reader

Warnings: Nothin’ but harsh thoughts.

Quick fact: literally 90% of Dean’s speech - as you will read - is paraphrased from my beautiful friend. 

Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I do the picture below, I found it online and it was the only thing that fit the scenario - and tweaked the color to make it seem like night. Thank god for google images!

You were curled up stoically, your body relaxed and your breath steady. Your breathing was the only thing moving besides your occasional blinking.

It was hard to sleep when there was an odd knot in your chest, the kind that made it emotionally hard to breathe and impossible to think of anything happier - anything that would make this knot go away.

Maybe you were a fucking masochist, though… it would perhaps explain why you were like this. 
Dwelling on your problems constantly and having the heavy weight - that sensation of information that needed sharing–but no. No, god, no.

No one wanted to hear that.

People could go blue in the face with their: “oh, I’m here for you”s; and their: “you can tell me anything”s.

No one wanted to hear that. No one wanted to be subjected to your problems.

You knew you would gladly sacrifice your left foot to help someone you loved - or, well, fuck, you’ve sacrificed so much for people you hardly even fucking knew…

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Unwanted Attention

Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,024

Summary: The rest of the boys tag along on your date with Jungkook and attract too much unwanted attention. 

Even though you had been on dates with Jungkook before, you always got anxious before each one. He wasn’t intimidating or a lot to handle, he was actually the opposite. He was cute and a little awkward and shy. You’d been dating for about a year now and whenever he had a few days off he would fly from across the world to come and be with you. It was charming.

As you outside the library in your home town for him, you tapped your foot and scrolled through every social media your phone held. Every few seconds you’d look up for the brunette with the smile of the sun, but his lazy ass was probably still at his hotel in reality. A few minutes later, you spotted him in the busy streets of the city… with the rest of the band. You stood up to greet him at the door with your arms crossed across your chest and the fakest smile you held.

You didn’t hate the rest of the band, you loved them actually. You had group chats and texted and even hung out whenever you could. If they were on tour and you happened to be there, you’d always be down to do whatever or go with whoever to vocal recordings, dance practice, training, working out, or the occasional selfie picker for the twitter.

Being in public with the seven of them was a bit of a chore. Despite the dumb stuff they always did, (Which was never truly the issue. It was funny.) the band was getting bigger and when they were together they got recognized more often. Especially being without security, you could feel your anxiety spiking.

He quickly jogged up to you and held you, whispering, “Well, uh- you see-” he began to explain, rubbing the back of his head. They’re kind of like a puppy. They just follow me everywhere.” Jungkook laughed, pulling away from you as they stepped up.

“Hey guys!” you waved. They all took turns giving you little hugs and saying how you should really text them more and not your ‘loving’ boyfriend as much. Saying that he complains when you take him away from Overwatch and of course you knew it was all jokes. Well, sorta. He gets pretty serious about that.

“Are you hungry? You must be hungry. I’m hungry.” Jungkook nervously rambled, extending his arm around your lower back and walking with you as close as you could be.

You just giggled and followed his lead. Somewhere along the walk you had decided that you’d simply ignore the other boys and focus on the boyfriend you hadn’t seen in almost two months. 

“I’m telling you, Y/N, I’m the best Mcree player in North America!” he boasted.

“You’re not even from here.”

“Yeah, but back in Korea I’m not the best yet, but here I’m the best!”

 A hand flew up from behind and whacked him in the back of the head and you turned to see Hoseok snickering with Namjoon about the dumb stuff your boyfriend was saying. The boys were respecting you two being a little off to yourselves, but there were times when something dumb was said and they couldn’t let that go unnoticed. 

“How far is this place? I didn’t sign up to go hiking on my day off…” Yoongi complained, obviously wishing he had stayed back instead. 

“I’m not too sure.” Namjoon responded.

You all stopped. “What do you mean, Joonie?” Jimin said with a false positive tone. “You got us lost? …again?” Their fearless leader chuckled and the guys all took turns hitting him and sighing. A lot.

“Oh shit.” Jin spat and you turned to face him. Then you looked where his eyes were set and you saw them. The paparazzi. It was almost rare for them to find the Bangtan Boys in public, but I guess wondering around the city for 2 hours seemed to set off some alarms.

Jungkook pulled off his jacket and threw it over you, pulling you right under his arm. He didn’t want you to get caught up in this or get seperated. “How far are we from the hotel?” he rapidly spoke, wanting to get you out of here. He knew the way you reacted to these kind of situations. You shut down and you could feel it slowly happening. Yeah, the big crowds came along with being out in public with a star, but it was so hard to get used to,

“I- I’m not sure!” Tae yelled, trying to make sure everyone could hear him over the chatter. He was closer to you now, as they all were. At this point you’d unintentionally closed your eyes and the boys being all smooshed together around you directed your feet now.

“It’ll about be okay, Y/N.” Jungkook whispered right next to your ear and you just tightened your grip on his white tee, burying your face into it.

Behind you, you heard Namjoon on the phone with what you guessed was security, reading off all the signs around you. “You see us?” he spoke, “Yeah, we’re in the middle of that.” In almost a comedic fashion, a black van pulled up on the street and came to a halt with a screeching noise. 

“They only brought one van…?” Yoongi whined, everyone knew he liked his space in the car. “Eh, whatever. Let’s just fucking get in it.”

You weren’t quite sure how their security was going to get through all of the fans and photographers surrounding you, but when Jungkook lifted you and handed you over to the security, you were relived. Security made a path for the boys, but Jungkook knew you too well. The sooner he could get you out of the tight space, the better.

You waited outside the van for a matter for seconds until your boyfriend was beside you. He jumped in and pulled you with him, positioning you on his lap and wrapping his arms you. With a long sigh, you slouched onto him. “Kookie…” you whispered as the other boys dove into the van, “I love you.”

He chuckled, “I know.”

dante-oswin  asked:

I have a VA question, how do you keep your voice from... I don't know how to say, warbling mabye? When you are kinda nervous and you voice is doing a sort of dumb verbato? Is that just a thing that goes away with practice or is there a specific method? Tanks

Ahhh I know what you mean! Honestly the way you fix that is to try to drop your breath into your stomach, does that make sense? Connect your voice to a lower part of you and it will help you stop being trapped all up in your tweeter/head, hopefully this helps! Just breathe deeply and place your hands on your stomach and try to send your breathe there, then speak! 

Stay or Go

Request: Can you write an imagine about a 5'6 curvy but toned (hourglass shape) dark-skinned African-American woman that works with Tony (not an Avengers) and is good friends with Bucky or Steve. She also has feelings for either one but think he only sees her as a friend but actually he’s in love with her but doesn’t think she’ll date him because he’s white.

Tony danced around the lab like an idiot, while you continued with the schematics for a new weapon to put on Tony’s suit. Any other day you might have joined in. His music taste wasn’t all bad, every now and again he’d surprise you with very old music that you liked, usually from your parents playing it around the house. However, today you were gripped by this unexplainable need to finish the schematic you’d been working on for a new defense mechanism for Tony’s suit. You could call it a stroke of genius inspiration, and you had to get it done before the inspiration left. Tony may have been a bit flamboyant today but he did not get in the way of your work.

“Tony, what the hell?!” A new voice yelled, you jumped a bit and looked up to see who was yelling. It was Steve, you looked over at Tony suspiciously wondering what he had done to piss of Captain America. Tony shrugged as the two of you made eye contact.

“What did I do this time?” Tony asked nonchalantly. You found it amazing how calm he could be when a very annoyed super soldier was stalking into the office.

“If you thought the fire crackers in a pot gag was funny, think again,” he growled. You gave Tony a look of pure incredulity. Why would he do that?

“It was as good a wake up call as any,” Tony said, his voice skipping up a few octaves as he became defensive. He was more or less pleading his case to you.

“I’m so sorry about him, Stevie. I should have known that if he wasn’t bothering me he would bother you. Are you guys alright? How’s Bucky?” you asked, setting your pen down and accepting that you were going to have to take a break. Steve stopped glaring at Tony long enough to look at you and answer.

“He’s fine now, but if Tony had even a bit of sense-”

“It seemed like something familiar for him to wake up to,” Tony interrupted. He was being an asshole and you fully intended to give him a piece of your mind once Steve left.

“We both know sometimes Tony is lacking in the sense department. I’ll handle Tony, you get back to Bucky. I’ll visit this evening.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Steve sighed, then shot one more glare at Tony for good measure. You watched Steve leave then you turned your glare to Tony. He was reclining in a desk chair, throwing popcorn in the air and catching it in his mouth.

“You are such an asshole, you know that?” you tried to keep from yelling at him, but he could just be so annoying and selfish.

“I am aware of that, yes,” he responded.

“I get that you don’t like Bucky, and that’s fine, but do you have to antagonize him?”

“Well given that he-”

“Oh stop it! We both know the story. You know he was brainwashed to do those things. Bucky shouldn’t be HYDRA’s scapegoat!” you argued.

“If it wasn’t for him, my parents would still be alive. If you ask me I’d say I’m going easy on him.”

“Tony, I am your friend but I have to call you out on your bull shit. What you’re doing is wrong. I know you’ve got your own problems that you’re trying to work through but vengeance is a double edged sword, and it’ll cut you too.”

“Ugh, I hated when you talk in riddles,” he threw his head back, as if  exhausted.

“Well if karma doesn’t kick your ass, Steve will. First you won’t allow Bucky to go home with his best friend because you want to ‘keep an eye on him’ then while he’s here you torture the poor man. Steve has started fights for less Tony, and with all due love and respect, without your suit you ain’t got shit on Captain America. And if Cap fights then Sam and Bucky fight, and do you want another civil war?”

“I think you’re just mad because I’m toying with your crush,” Tony grinned.

Without thinking you threw the nearest object at him. It was a little piece titanium that hit him right in the arm.

“Ow, dammit,” he complained rubbing his arm, “Fine I’ll go easy on your boyfriend.”

“You’ll let him go live with Steve.”

“Well if I do that then you’ll never see him,” Tony pointed out. You looked around for something else to throw at him but the things at your desk were either needed materials or simply too big to just chuck at Tony.

“That doesn’t matter, Tony. It’s not like he likes me anyway, so how about you let him and Cap go on their merry way,” you said dejectedly.

“So you can just keep being the supportive friend?”

“You don’t even like Bucky why are you suddenly trying to be a matchmaker?”

“Because I like you, and you are too damned cute to look that sad about some guy. Especially Bucky. He’s like 90, he’d be a damned idiot not to want you. You could do sooo much better though.”  

“Duly noted, but I still would like it if you didn’t hold Bucky hostage here. He’s obviously not happy.”

“If that’s what you really want,” Tony sighed getting up from his chair, “I’ll deliver the news now.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled.

Steve sat on the sofa in Bucky’s room, recalling the events of his talk with Tony, “I think Y/N is giving him what for. She has away of twisting his arm and getting her way.”

“Yeah, she’s something else,”Bucky said fondly. Steve looked over at him with his lips pursed. Only a fool would miss how crazy Bucky was about Y/N. Just the mention of your name could bring a smile to his face. You and Steve became friends shortly after the battle of New York. You worked in tech, fixing his equipment, and the rest of the teams after the battle. He had come to like you instantaneously. Anybody who could make Tony Stark shut up was someone he could be friends with. That being said, if his best friend was going to try and date anyone he didn’t mind that it was you.

“She’s really great Buck, and super nice,” Steve began, obviously talking you up in hopes of actually making Bucky do more than befriend you. You and Bucky became easy friends through Steve, you had a good sense of humor and it made Bucky laugh when he didn’t even feel like smiling.

“Steve, I know what you’re doing. And you don’t have to sell her good qualities to me, I already know she’s great. She isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is? If you know that she’s great then you know that she’s not going to be available forever. Her career might take her away, somebody  might come along, see how great she is and make a move.”

“Then that someone should, they’d probably be better for her… and more her type.”

“What does that mean, Buck?” Steve asked in an exasperated tone.

“Well she’s…”

“African American? Buck, you never had a problem with African American’s not even in the forties, so what the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t have a problem with her being African American, her skin is beautiful it’s like all the things good in this world put into the richest color.”

“Well alright Hemingway, if it’s not her race then what’s holding you back?”

She might have a problem with me being white. I mean historically speaking, she would have a little bit of a right to it,”he said with a forlorn sigh.

“I highly doubt that Bucky. She’s our friend, it would be a little counterintuitive for her to be so close to us and harbor ill feelings towards us.”

“Being friends and being romantically involved are two very different things.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask,” Steve countered, “Worst case scenario she say no and we all continue to be friends.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Sure it is-” A knock on the door interrupted Steve’s sentence. Steve looked towards the door confused as to who it could be. He opened the door and immediately frowned as he saw Tony standing there.

“What do you want?” Steve asked.

“I’d like to talk to you in private for a while. Without the murder-sicle listening in.”

Steve rolled his eyes but stepped out and closed the door. Tony walked away from the door and down the hall.

“Listen,” Tony began in hushed voice, “Y/N has convinced me to let you and your friend skip off into the sunset.”

“Really?” Steve asked skeptically.

“She’s got a good heart and she’s good at persuading me, but there’s a small problem.”

“And what’s that?” Steve figured there was catch it seemed too easy for him to just let them be.

“It’s Y/N, I know you guys are all friends or whatever, but she’s crazy about Bucky. I’m pretty sure sometimes I catch her writing his name with hearts around it on her data. It’s sickening, and kind of sad really,” Tony said more to himself, “If you guys go then she won’t see Bucky anymore and she’ll probably start listening to Unbreak My Heart and crying and I can’t see her like that.”

“…I’ll just let Bucky decide what he wants to do,” Steve said after a moment.

“I know Bucky is into her. I don’t care how scrambled your brains are you’d have to be blind and dumb not to like her. So tell him to stop being a coward and just ask her on a date,” Tony’s tone was exasperated.

“Great, thanks Tony,” Steve’s tone was largely just annoyed now, but Tony did have a point and there was really only one thing to do. Tony went back the way he came, hands shoved in his pockets. Steve went back inside to deliver the news. Bucky looked at him expectantly, wondering what layer of torture Tony was adding now.

“What is it?” Bucky asked when Steve didn’t start talking immediately.

“Tony’s letting you go, says you can come live with me if you want to.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise he had not been expecting that, “What? Really?”

“Yeah… if you want to we can go off to DC… but you probably won’t see Y/N again.”

“Well, like you said she’ll find somebody,” he tried to shrug and be nonchalant.

“Well… you could ask her now…before you leave. And if she says no, which I highly doubt she will, then you’re leaving anyway.”

“What if she says yes?”

“Well… I’ve been looking at places in Brooklyn,” Steve shrugged.

“Fine. What’s the worst that could happen.”

You sat tinkering with program you were looking at. It was the final piece for today’s inspiration. Tony was sitting in his chair again, tossing a ball in the air. He was being tolerable again, and for that you were grateful. You sighed, trying not to think about the fact that Bucky would surely leave and that would be it. Just as the thought began to pull at your heart strings there was a knock on the glass doors of the lab. Both you and Tony looked at the door, startled by the noise. It was Bucky, he looked as beautiful as always. He pointed at you and then curled his finger as if to say, “come here.” You got up and as you walked past Tony he hit you in the butt with a stack of papers.

“Hey, don’t chicken out. Tell him.”

“What? No,” you stopped looking back at him.

“Look at you. Look at yourself, you are gorgeous. Make your ego bigger than your ass.”

“Ha ha,” you rolled your eyes and continued out, “What’s up?” you asked being sure the door closed behind her.

“…Tony has finally decided to let me go off with Steve.”

“Yeah, you must be excited,” you said trying to muster up some kind of mirth to be in your tone. You knew you should be happy; this was going to make HIM happy. However, he didn’t look happy. He looked down at his hands then at you, his eyes tracing up the curves of your body, lingering where your waist pulled in, before they skipped up to meet your eyes.

“I just… I am…”

“But?”

“But, if I leave, we’ll never hangout-”

“I’m sure I can find my way up to D.C. don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I want you to be happy.”

“Well that’s the thing. If I leave we’ll never hangout…and I’ll never know what would have come of us.”

“What do you mean?” you had a good feeling about what he meant but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. It would be foolish.

“I mean, that I have to know if…if we could go on a date. I think you’re everything I’ve ever looked for in a friend and a partner and I just… Would you want to go on a date with me?”

You were frozen, you had a feeling you knew what he meant to begin with but some part of you still didn’t expect him to ask, “Bucky, if I say yes what does it matter? If I say yes, you’ll go to D.C. so…”

“If you say yes…I’ll stick around.”

“And be miserable because Tony’s being an ass I don’t think so you’ll be happy in D.C. you should go.”

“I won’t be happy, knowing you would have said yes and I chose to go.”

“I assure you there are plenty of girls in D.C. you’ll be fine,” you grumbled.

“But none of those girls are you… besides I don’t have to stay here here. I can just stay in New York.” he looked at you, trying to predict your answer from reading your emotions as they flicker across your face.

“…Yes, Bucky. I would love to go on a date with you,” you said finally, trying to stifle the smile that’s coming to your lips.

“Really?”

“Yes! I like you alright? I want to go on a date with you.”

He grinned and pulled you into a tight hug, you can feel the excitement radiate off of him. It’s infectious and you can’t help smiling and laughing too.

“Jesus finally!” Tony groaned.

“Shut up Tony!” you yelled.