i apologize for being weird again

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this is what you’re not going to do

- call finn RUDE for saying that mileven isn’t real. it’s not. it’s a fictional ship between fictional characters.

- constantly throw “fillie” in his face. he is fourteen years old. stop shipping him with his cast mates, it’s weird. they’re kids. stop doing that. 

- say he’s acting differently towards fans when he’s with his friends. obviously? when you’re in the spotlight you’re going to act different on camera than how you act around your friends and family.

he is fourteen years old, guys. give him a break. the insta fandom is so dramatic and imo they are being babies. he shouldn’t have had to apologize to anyone for anything he said on his livestream. y’all are going to drive this kid off of all social media if you keep accusing him of being rude/different. he doesn’t have to act any type of way towards any of us. again: he is f o u r t e e n.

Favors - pt. 3

Group : BTS

Member : Min Yoongi 

Genre : Best Friend!AU, smut, first time, fluff

Word Count : 4,549                                                            

Description : You wanted to know, how giving a blowjob would feel like since you were quite inexperienced in it. So why not use your best friend Yoongi as a test object?

A/N : so since I got a lot of asks about Favors pt. 3 I decided to rewrite it, even when I tbh totally forgot about it. So, here it is. I hope you like it! :) 

pt.1 | pt.2

Originally posted by kuromel

You knew something had changed a week ago when your eyes met your best friend’s intense gaze after another, usual session of sensuality. It was a gaze he had never looked at you with, nor at anyone else before, not even his former lovers. A gaze that sent shivers down your spine, made your knees wobble, and which felt more intimate and intimidating than all the meaningless acts of pleasure you had done on each other for the past few weeks.

There were no feelings nor emotions except for lust and desire rushing through your veins, filling your hazed minds with nothing but the animalistic hunger for the blissful peak you were always craving like opiates. But once the heated moment faded, when your heartbeats were slowing down, you’d go separate ways, thinking not much of what just happened. 

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Fish out of Water pt2

Humans are weird, and when you get the chance to get to know one and understand them better, you take it. But there are rules about interfering with human affairs, and breaking them might come at a higher price than you were willing to pay.

Part 1

Reader x Yoongi

Mermaid Au

Fluff, humor, maybe some angst? Not much though.


Yoongi waited on the beach with two disposable cups of coffee in his hands. The sun had gone down several hours ago, and as soon as he got off work he ran to the nearest coffee shop before hurrying back to the beach. When he opened his eyes earlier that day, he was lying flat in the sand, his clothes and hair soaking wet. He had then wandered home, still dripping wet (Jimin was quite concerned) thinking over what he had seen and what had happened. You must have saved his life—again—after he fainted in the water. That, or he had completely lost his mind.

Either way, finding out that you were a mermaid meant that he could not take you out for coffee after all, or take you out anywhere for that matter. But he had to do something to say thank you, and he had no idea what mermaids liked so he couldn’t buy you a gift. Throughout his whole shift at the restaurant on the pier, he had gone between questioning your existence and questioning how impossible it would be to get to know a mermaid. Finally, he settled on buying coffee and hoping that you would come back at all—then he could figure out what to do next.

He didn’t really expect to see you again—surely if humans didn’t know that mermaids were real, it was that way for a reason. You had already saved his life twice, it didn’t seem quite fair for him to expect you to be there a third time. But there he was, sitting with his toes buried in the sand waiting for a mermaid that might not ever return (or exist).

“What are you doing here? Haven’t you almost drowned enough for a while?” You asked, your head peaking around a column at him.

Yoongi smiled, relief washing over him. “I didn’t know if you would be here, but I wanted to apologize for earlier, and thank you again. I brought you coffee, but…Do mermaids drink coffee?” It had just occurred to him, and he wished he had done some googling before seeing you again.

“I don’t know.” You said, swimming closer. “I guess we’ll find out.” You sat mostly out of the water, your tail splashing lightly as you got comfortable. Yoongi scooted closer so he was sitting next to you, still completely in wonder of your existence and trying to comprehend what was happening. 

“It’s a caramel macchiato.” He said as he handed you the cup he bought for you.

“I thought you said it was coffee?” You asked, taking the cup and sniffing it. Yoongi nodded, realizing that you must not know much about the human world.

“It is, it’s just… A fancy kind of coffee.” Yoongi watched as you took the lid off to examine the drink. “Can I ask you something?” He asked after a second. He was trying very hard not to stare at your tail, and preoccupied himself with his own drink.

“I wouldn’t be here if I minded talking to you, so go ahead.” You confirmed. You still hadn’t tried the coffee, but watched as Yoongi sipped his own.

“Are there more… Uh, Mer…people?” It sounded ridiculous out loud, but it was too late to take it back now.

“Oh yes.” You nodded emphatically. “Lots. There are several kingdoms, my father rules one of them.” You said it offhandedly, and Yoongi couldn’t tell how serious you were being.

“Your father is King of the Merpeople?”

“One of them.” You corrected, imitating how he drank his coffee down to the tilt of his head. He watched as some of it poured down your front, and was grateful that it was no longer hot at least. “Oh.” You said, then laughed. “It looked so easy when you did it!”

Yoongi realized that you lived underwater, of course you didn’t drink things. He felt dumb for not realizing it earlier, and was about to apologize when you started talking again.

“I really like this stuff. It’s weird, and makes quite a mess, but it has such an interesting flavor…” You gave him a thumbs-up. “I declare that mermaids do indeed drink coffee! Or, whatever this is.” You brought the cup up to your lips once more, but this time just stuck your tongue in it. “This is a much less-messy way of consuming it.” You informed him, and Yoongi laughed despite himself—maybe it was nerves, he had never met a mermaid—never even imagined that he would—before the previous night.

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Be More Chill TimeLoop AU: The First Time

‘We need to get you home.’
“But-”
‘Now.’ Listening to the SQUIP Jeremy was heading out the door when he reached for his phone to text his dad and realized it was gone.
“Damn it.” Jeremy turned himself around when his body stopped.
‘What are you doing?’
“My cellphone, I must have left it in there.”
'You can get a new one later.’
“Why? I just need to grab my phone.”
'We need to leave Jeremy.’
“It’s just my phone, then we’ll leave. Now stop whatever your doing, it’s creepy.” The SQUIP released Jeremy’s muscles allowing him to move again as he headed back into the house.
'If you insist on doing this, your cellphone is located upstairs in the third bathroom.’ Jeremy’s stomach dropped slightly. The one Michael was probably still hiding in.
'Yes and my system is still recovering from the alcohol so you are going to have to convince him to let you in. We can still leave.’
Jeremy thought about it for a second before second before going up the stairs. The party had started to die down by now with Jeremy having to walk around a girl who’d passed out on the floor.
He knocked on the door and was met by Michael’s muffled,“Occupied.”
“Michael, can…can I talk to you?” There was a long pause. “Michael?”
“You’re not getting the phone back.”
“I’m not here for the phone.”
“Mm-hmm, sure.”
“I’m serious.”
“And I don’t care.”
'Smooth Jeremy. Now let’s go.’
“Please Michael, I want to talk to you.” Jeremy was met by silence and was about to leave when the door cracked open slightly.
“I’m listening.”
“I…I just wanted to say I was sorry. You know for calling you a loser and leaving you alone.”
“And?”
“Blocking you from my life.”
“And?”
“Being just a general asshole.”
“And?”
“Can you just open the door? Please.” The door opened the rest of the way allowing Jeremy to come in. Michael's​ hair was a mess, his eyes were red and puffy with tear stains still on his face. “Jesus Michael.”
“You forgot about the mall.”
“Huh?”
“You forgot to apologize for leaving me alone at the mall.” Leave him alone? Jeremy thought back to the SQUIP trying to convince him to get a ride home with Brooke.
'You said he already left without me.’
'I’ve said a lot of things, you’re going to have to be more specific.’
'At the mall, you said he already left and told me to get a ride with Brooke.’
'Oh that, yeah I was lying.’
“Hey, Jer are you okay? You’re being weird again.” Jeremy shook his head turning back to Michael. “Hey do you smell that? It’s like something’s burning.” Looking out the small window the two saw smoke coming out from the first floor when someone shouted fire.
“Holy shit!” Both Michael and Jeremy rushed to the to the door when Jeremy felt his body freeze up. 'What the hell?’
'If you don’t want to listen to me fine, but I want you to know I’m doing this in your best interest.’
'What are you talking about?’ Jeremy’s answer was the SQUIP jerking his body forward slamming into Michael, knocking him to the ground.
“Ow, what the fuck Jeremy?”
“Michael I, I didn’t mean to-“Jeremy was interrupted when he felt himself move forward, slamming the door behind him before grabbing the hallway bench and jamming out it under the door. Jeremy watched frozen as Michael tried opening the door.
“Very funny Jer, come on open the door.” The shaking of the door handle continued as Jeremy could just stand there and watch. “Okay, this isn’t funny anymore. Jer, open the door.” Instead of helping Michael the SQUIP moved Jeremy’s body away from the bathroom down the stairs.
'What the hell are you doing?’
'It’s my job to improve your life Jeremy and to do that you need to let go of Michael. I can see that as long as he’s around you’re going to want to go back to your ugly nerdy self.’
'So you’re going to kill him?’
'If that’s what it takes.’ The farther Jeremy got away from the bathroom the more Michael’s shouts were drowned out by the spreading fire. Jeremy could feel tears running down his face as he finally collapsed on the front lawn where everyone had started to crowd around and look at the blaze.
'This didn’t have to happen Jeremy but you forced my hand.’ Jeremy couldn’t speak as he broke down crying and still unable to move most of his body as the fire roared on with no one hearing Michael’s cries for help.
~
“-Or You’ll what?” Opening his eyes Jeremy saw he was in the bathroom again with Michael standing in front of the door glaring at him.
“What the fuck?”

Man Face Monday - Good Golly He’s Yummy Edition

Hello Scrumptious! I hope that you have had a lovely Monday, or whatever day it is where you happen to be Tumbling. Aren’t we just vibrating with excitement over this week’s episode? 

Yes, we are. So distractions are in order. I offer you some delightful face to keep you occupied. 

He’s just so perfect. 

Yummy profile-y action. 

Oh my. 

Fangirl down!

A bit different. I kind of like it. 

Very concerned face. 

Non-black and white pretty. 

There we go. I hope that this face break has left you with happy feelings! You deserve all the pretty, my friend. All the pretty. Until next time…

Tags after the cut. Apologies if tags don’t make it to you this week. Tumblr is being really weird to me today. 

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‘These University Guys’- Part 3 (Maknae line smut, lie 4 and 5)

Originally posted by mochivkook


A/N: Reaaally tired so I’ll fix mistakes soon :)

Summary: You and Jungkook are finally able to finish what you started. 

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Jimin, You x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Open relationships, graphic smut, oral, swearing, arguing, mentions of drinking and smoking, age difference relationships (not weird tho)

Part 2

It was so cold that you considered turning back to get Jungkook’s leather jacket, which lay forgotten on the swinging bench- or, more likely, on the cold wooden floor. But if you returned you were sure Jungkook would try stop you. You kick the floor and groan. How long would it even take you to get home? Was this even the right way? You wish phone’s batteries would last forever.

A couple of cars had passed you and you didn’t think much when you started hearing the next car’s rev. But when you realized it slowed down next to you, you felt you heart lurch. Your mind raced for possible ways to escape and you slowly, fearfully turned your head to look at the car.

“Oh, god!” You cried. “I thought you were a kidnapper!”

Jungkook, who had his one arm hooked over the door out the open window, smiled. But his eyes were just as concerned as they were at the party. You were embarrassed that he was seeing you this angry and upset and you were embarrassed that you left him earlier.

“Get in.” He requests casually. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a future fic where Kevin finds out the truth and Joaquin is trying to win him back by showing Kevin how much of their relationship was real. Like how he remembers the food he likes and doesn't like and how he likes the way he smells and all these small details. I would like to see how far he'd go to win him back 🙂

Never More Than I You

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of tattoos, gangs, blood, and a very mild attempt at self harm (that’s not really what it is, but I don’t know how else to describe it)

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For the above anon, and for everyone in the tags asking for some angsty kevin/joaquin fanfic. Here you go.

“Joaquin? Joaquin? Joaquin!” Joaquin groaned, but made his way up the stairs of the bar into FP’s office.

“Yes?” He said, any façade of happiness or respect having walked out the door with Kevin.

“Wow.” FP laughed. It vividly reminded Joaquin of when he first knew he was screwed, of when he confessed to the gang-leader that ‘he likes me, for real.’ “You need to get over him, kid. Did you really think it was gonna work out? He’s the sheriff’s son. And you’re a gang-banger, trailer trash.” Joaquin didn’t believe it. What he and Kevin had was special. Or, what he and Kevin used to have had been special.

“Is there something you want?” Joaquin deadpanned

“Yeah. I want you to get your head out of your ass and start helping out around here again.” FP spewed angrily. “Sure, the Keller kid broke it off, but that doesn’t mean that your job is over. We aren’t in the clear yet, Joaquin.” He softened slightly. “Come on, we all need you. Your family needs you. So, what do you say?” Joaquin nodded dumbly and left the room. He left the bar. It was raining, he didn’t notice.

“Your family needs you.” The words replayed themselves over and over in his head. Were the serpents his family? Was this his life now? Spying on cops and ‘helping’ teenagers with their shady drug deals. Two years ago, Joaquin would have been thrilled to be included in the family of the serpents. But now, all Joaquin could think of was the way Kevin looked at him. The way Kevin laughed. The way Kevin cried. Joaquin didn’t know much about family, but if asked when he had felt the most at home and loved, he wouldn’t say with the serpents or even with his brother. He would say the Kevin Keller, the sheriff’s son, was his home.

Joaquin wasn’t sure when he reached the trailer. He wasn’t sure when the rain became the water of his shower. He wasn’t sure when the tears started to stream down his face. All Joaquin was sure of, in that moment, was the damned snake tattoo on his arm. “Fuck.” His broken cry echoed through the empty trailer. Joaquin dropped to the floor of his shower. “Get off, get off of me.” He screamed, viciously scrapping at the tattoo. He clawed at it, tried to rub off the skin stained by the black pigment. He could hear strangled sounds, grunts, and cries, but he had no idea where they were coming from. Snot dripped down his face. His tears collected at the end of his nose and chin. He kept clawing, but still, that damned snake remained. Joaquin didn’t stop when the arm started bleeding. He didn’t stop when the water became icy. He didn’t stop.

“Was any of it real?”

“Kev, you don’t understand. This is important to me. You are important to me.”

“No! I’m fucking not.” Kevin laughed, but it wasn’t the happy go lucky laugh that Joaquin had grown to know, to love. “What’s important to you is helping you’re stupid gang. God, Joaquin!” Kevin tried to blink away the tears. “Really it’s my fault, I should’ve known this wasn’t real. I should’ve known that no one in Riverdale gets a happy ending.” With that, Kevin stormed away, and two young hearts shattered.

Maybe he cried himself to sleep, maybe his brother had gotten home and taken him to bed, maybe he sleep-walked to his bed. Joaquin didn’t know how he ended up in his bed the next morning, but he didn’t care. However, he did know why he had woken up with tears in his eyes. As if on autopilot, he got up. He got dressed, pulling his jacket on to hide the tattoo and the bloody scars and scrapes covering it. He left the trailer and started to walk north.

Joaquin didn’t know what he expected to happen on his walk from the Southside trailer park to the Keller residence, but he didn’t expect to have company. And he really didn’t expect that company to be Jughead Jones.

“Joaquin.” Jughead said solemnly. Every interaction they had ever had was solemn. Even when Joaquin and Kevin were together, Joaquin and Jughead were never very friendly.

“Jughead.” Joaquin responded. The walk continued in silence until the two reached the line. The line between south and north. There wasn’t a literal line, no, Riverdale was much too vague for that. But it seemed like the air changed, the actual oxygen breathed in was different. They both just stood there, as if crossing this line was something life-changing and not something they had done millions of times before. Jughead broke the silence.

“Joaquin, what are you doing? You know my dad’ll be pissed.” Jughead seemed broken, more than usual. He seemed like the mention of his dad and all that had recently happened physically hurt him.

“What do you think I’m doing? At this point, I couldn’t give a shit about your dad, about the serpents, about anything there.” Joaquin gestured angrily towards the Southside. “The one thing I have ever cared about is gone. And I’m gonna do whatever the hell it takes to salvage the only good thing about the last year of my life.” Joaquin’s voice progressively got louder until he was yelling at Jughead.

“Um, okay. That’s great and all, but Romeo oh Romeo, all that won’t save you from the wrath of the Gang you’re leaving behind. Or the wrath of Keller.” He scoffed, a smirk appearing on his face. “I’m not really sure which one is worse.”

Joaquin stopped. The reality of what he was about to do finally sinking in. “I don’t want to be a gangbanger all of my life.” He could feel tears well up in his eyes, but the discipline driven into him from childhood was still present and prevented him from showing emotion. “Kevin is the only good thing I’ve ever known. I need him. I- I love him.” At that admission, Joaquin felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. Likewise, Jughead took a step back.

“Betty said you did.”

“Said I did what?” Joaquin asked, alarmed.

“Loved Kevin.”

“What? How did she..? I didn’t even…”

“She just knew. Girl thing I guess. He loves you too.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Well, yeah I heard you. But I mean. What do you mean?” Joaquin couldn’t process what was being said. His hand immediately reached to cover his arm. To cover the mark that was already hiding beneath his leather jacket and the bloody scrapes.

Jughead smirked, “If you are going where I think you’re going, then you already know what it means.”

The sentence hadn’t fully left Jughead’s mouth before Joaquin started running. He crossed the line. His lungs filled with the new air, and he ran. He ran because Kevin loved him. He ran because he loved Kevin. And, maybe the most important reason, Joaquin ran because Kevin Keller was heartbroken, and it was his fault.

When Joaquin approached the Keller residence, his body began to move without conscious thought. He masterfully scaled the tree and knocked on Kevin’s window with no thought besides ‘what will he think? Will he take me back?’ Joaquin looked into the window, and there he was. Kevin Keller, an angel in human’s clothing, was lying on his bed, facing away from the window and Joaquin. He knocked again. When Kevin didn’t move, Joaquin attempted to open the window from the outside and was slightly surprised when the window moved, granting him entry.

“Kevin. Um, it’s me. Joaquin.” Joaquin was suddenly shy. It felt weird to be shy around someone he was used to being comfortable with.

Kevin didn’t move.

“Look, Kev,” The boy flinched at the sound of the nickname. “Uh, sorry.” Joaquin quickly apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, really I came here to apologize. To explain that I never should have let you go. I never should have let fucking FP and the serpents manipulate me. And, I’m not trying to shift the blame, I know I’m at fault here. And I’m not expecting you to take me back. I understand, what I did is…unforgivable.

“But you asked me if any of it was real. And that is a question that deserves an answer. Less than two years ago, I was worthless. I was a shell of a kid, trying to find someplace where he could fit in. But now, well now I’m worth something.” Joaquin drew his fingers through his hair, taking a breath and preparing for what he had to say.

“It’s not because of anything I’ve done. Actually it’s all because of you. I’m worth something because now I know. I know that you only eat fries if they have ketchup and mustard on them. I know that your shampoo smells like sandalwood and your body wash smells like freshly cut grass. I know that, even though he gets on your nerves, you thank the world for your dad every single day. You have amazing taste in fashion, specifically shoes. You could never keep a secret from Betty, not even us. I know that sometimes you think that all anyone wants is to use you to figure out their sexuality or for a quip.

“And because I know all of that, because I know you, I am worth something. Or I was. But then I hurt you. I hurt you, and I don’t deserve to be worth something anymore. I don’t deserve to know what I do about you anymore.” Kevin still hadn’t moved. Joaquin knew that he shouldn’t expect him to. He had no right to expect anything from Kevin Keller. “I don’t expect anything to come from this, but you have the right to know.” Joaquin gathered his courage. Here goes nothing.

“Kevin Keller, I love you.” The room was silent. No one moved. It was seconds, but Joaquin could have sworn he stood there for years.

There were tears in his eyes as he began to leave the room. Joaquin wasn’t sure what he was going to do know. He was lost. But for a moment, for a single second, Joaquin knew that everything would be okay. As he made his way down the old oak, he heard it.

“Never more than I love you, Joaquin. Never more.”


Yay! So that was that, I will be writing more for the other prompts I have already received and any others that come my way. Hit me up if you have ideas, want to beta, or would like to be tagged in my future Kevin/Joaquin fanfics.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

For KuroDai Week 2017, Day 4: Blind Date/Shotgun Wedding 


Daichi never should have agreed to this. He doesn’t even like dating. It’s awkward and contrived, and restaurants like this one, with waiters who are better dressed than he’s ever been, are specifically designed to make people like him—people who are most at home in the park, or the gym—feel like giant imposters.

He jabs the button on his phone a little harder than necessary and pulls up his text conversation with his best friend, who is also the cause of his current discomfort.

Daichi: suga wtf…this place is way too fancy
Daichi: and he’s not here yet

Suga: it’s not fancy, they just don’t serve happy meals 
Suga: and i told you you were leaving too early

Daichi: is he this kind of person? why would you set me up with someone who likes places like this?

Suga: i chose the place, you shit, because the food is excellent
Suga: please stop complaining and have a little faith in me

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there are a hnadful of people on that post pre-apologizing for their response, “oh no what I think is romantic is weird or violent!!!”

which—I understand your reticence, but nasa discovered potentially habitable planets today and I saw a nonzero number of twitter posts/facebook comments about fucking aliens. so like. that’s just being super consistent with who we are as a species, and have been, and will be, world without end amen

weathergirl1  asked:

When Blake and Yang have rough sex does Blake leave scractharks on Yang's back

Yes. and I have done shorts before of this…

Oh Fine.

Tai: Man! It is such a beautiful day out today. *Tai smiled after planting the umbrella into the sand.

Kali: Yes it is. and the Ocean looks beauty.

Ghira: In deed. As Hard as it is to find this Island We really must come to visit Kai at his home more often. *Ghira Agreed with his wife as he put suntan lotion on her back.*

Kai: I’m fine with it if you call before hand. *Kai Shout from the water before going back under it and lunching Ruby and Weiss into the air to come back down with a large splash.*

Tai: Why does he always wear that bandana?

Blake: No clue and we have been trying to figure that out since we met him. *Blake said as she continued to read her book before her girlfriend  walking up to them.*

Yang: Heeellloooooooo.~ *Yang smiled waving her metal arm to everyone while Blake dropped her book at the site of Yang in her yellow and black bikini  with her hair tied up in a ponytail. This of course caused Yang to smile more as she leaned down to kiss her girlfriend making Blake blush as her mother and Tai Awed at them, Ghira merely rolling his eye.* Hey Babe. I’m going to go into the water. do you want to come with? *Yang asked as she set her towel next to the blushing faunus whom picked up her book to hide her blush.*

Blake: Nope. Maybe later though… After I finish this chapter.

Yang: Hehe. Okay Kitty Cat. Just don’t keep me waiting to long.* Yang giggled as she winked at Blake, causing a smile to appear on her face, Before heading to the ocean.*

Tai: Oh Hey. Wait Yang. You need to put on some SunnNHOLY NACHO SAND CRAB! WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK!? *Tai called out to his daughter before shouted at the site of Yang’s back.*

Yang: Huh? What’s wrong with my back? *Yang raised her brow, trying to look over her shoulder to see what her father was talking about as he rushed over.*

Kali: Oh Dear! Sweetie. Are you okay!? *Kali panicked as she and Ghira rushed over.*

Ghira: Oh lord! Did you get these from training with Kai? I know he’s a bit tough with it but jeeze. *Ghira questioned.*

Kai: I heard that and it was me! *Kai shouted to them from a hundred yards away in the ocean.*

Yang: I’m fine! Ready. I have know idea what you three are talking about. *Yang told them, looking at the three like they were crazy.*

Tai: Here. *Tai Siad as he pulled out his scroll and took a picture of Yang’s back and showed it to her.* See? It looks like you were mauled by a beowulf.

Yang: Mauled by a, What are you-oh… *Yang’s words died on her lips as she took a look at the picture of her back and saw a lot of scratch mark. Then much to her dad and future in-laws surprised Yang only groaned and shouted over to Blake with a playful pout.* Blaaaaaaaakey! I thought I you said you filed your nails last night! Now I’m going to have a weird tan.

Blake: *It was around this time Blake tried her best to hide her entire being behind her book as both Tai ahd her parents slowly turned there gazes from Yang to Blake, Tai in complete surprise, Ghira in shock with his mouth hanging open, and Kali being Kali Smiling brightly as she gives Blake a proud motherly double thumbs up. Blake who is now as red as Ruby’s cloak quietly whispered an apology.* Whoops. Sorry honey. I kinda forgot.

Ghira: Sigh. Like mother like daughter I suppose.

Tai: I’m suddenly having flashbacks of my first wife.

Kai: *from the ocean again.* She is a scratcher.

Tai: … Wait What?

Soulmate AU (S.Coups)

Fluff. On your eighteenth birthday, the first words that you will hear from your soulmate appear on your body. Ever since you got your mark, you’ve been inspecting it curiously. Who in their right mind would say that as the first thing?


You lived in a world where, after you had turned eighteen, every first meeting made quite a few people feel a certain sense of anxiety. The reason behind that was simple - once you turned eighteen, the first words that you hear from your soulmate after the appearance of your mark would appear somewhere on your body.

On your eighteenth birthday, you had been waiting for the mark nervously yet bubbling with excitement. You’d finally get to see the first words you were to hear from the person that destiny had chosen as your soulmate, and it was so nervewracking that you had been talking on the phone with your best friend for hours. In the evening, you had been in the middle of having a shower when you felt the slight, unfamiliar burning on the right side of your left ring finger. Your breath had hitched, and you had been quick to get your hands off your hair, which they had been applying shampoo to.

While you might have had promised your best friend that you would be talking with them on the phone when you looked at your mark for the first time, you did by far not have enough patience to not look at your finger before you got out of the shower. You had brought your hand under the shower, so that the shampoo came off and revealed dark, cursive letters forming a sentence that had your heart jumping to your throat and your breath hitching.

’I love you.’

”Well, isn’t my soulmate straight-forward,” you had snorted to yourself while your heart beat quickly. After your birthday, you had spent countless moments sitting on your bed by the window, tracing the delicate letters with your fingertips and smiling to yourself. You tried to imagine what kind of a person it would me - what kind of a person could possibly say “I love you” as their first words to you. The image was unclear in your mind, but you could feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the thought.

You could already tell that whoever your soulmate was, in all their straight-forwardness, would definitely have your heart.

Living in a world like that, perhaps it was a bit of a daring adventure for you to work at a café, especially when you had yet to find your soulmate. Most of the other employees had already met theirs (but then again, they were all also a bit older than you), and then there was you, trying to ignore the slight anxiety you felt whenever there was a new face at the café.

That particular day, you had been lucky enough to not feel the usual anxiety at all. Not even when you heard the bell ring and saw a new face at the door: a man with his black hair pushed back and a black biker jacket hanging on his broad frame, with dark skinny jeans hugging his legs. He had a helmet under his left arm, and he took a quick scan around the café upon entering, but queued with his phone in his right hand. You frowned for a mere second before focusing on the customer in front of you, not fully registering the way your mark was warming up on your finger.

You served the customers as you always did, making order after order, until the stranger was by the counter. He was attractive, there was no going around it, and you could hardly keep your voice steady when you had to speak. “What can I get you?”

It happened faster than you could process. The male locked his phone and shoved into his pocket and moved his eyes up to meet yours, and the second your gazes met, you felt your heart skip a beat. And then he spoke, rushedly and almost stumbling over his words. “I love you.”

You didn’t notice the way the customer behind the man was looking at him like he was out of his mind. Instead, you just stood there, unsure of what to do, with your heart hammering in your chest. The day had finally come. Indeed, what kind of a person could your soulmate be, to confess his feelings as his first words to you.

Well, apparently that kind, looking like the heartbreaker in every movie you had seen.

Upon realizing what he had just said, the man got a bright red color to his ears (you noted that the left one was pierced on two places, and somehow that only made him more attractive), and his cheeks followed soon after, and he nearly dropped his helmet as he panicked. “I– I mean–”

You dropped your eyes to your fingers that were resting on the counter in front of you, and you could see the words on the right side of your left ring finger, brighter than ever.

‘I love you.’

The man followed your gaze, and you could see him take in a deep breath. He lifted his left hand a little, so that he could spread his fingers and see the words printed on the right side of his left ring finger.

‘What can I get you?’

When your co-worker cleared their throat, you snapped out of it and lifted your eyes to the man in front of you, only to see him smiling at you, all soft and his dimples prominent as his eyes curved. It made your heart flutter a little, honestly, and with your heart beating a lot faster than normal, you gave him a quick, nervous smile before aiming a pleading look at your co-worker while subtly pointing at the stranger.

They seemed to pick up on the situation quickly, and while opening the second register, grinned at you meaningfully. “You can come here!”

The customers who had been behind who you now knew - or at least strongly suspected - to be your soulmate grumbled while moving to the other register, but you didn’t catch any of it. You were too immersed in the deep brown eyes staring right into yours, and if you had ever doubted it when people said that when you meet your soulmate, you feel like everything just falls to place, you no longer did.

His eyes felt so familiar, so comfortable, and made you feel so warm that you didn’t want to tear your gaze away. Yet, you had to.

“So,” you said after clearing your throat, and nervously tucked some of your hair behind your ear. The male nodded, the soft smile still on his lips, and it made your cheeks heat up. “What kind of coffee would you like?”

“Just a normal one, with milk,” he said, his voice a lot deeper than when he had blurted out the three words you had had decorating your skin ever since your eighteenth birthday. You nodded and proceeded to get him some coffee, and stole a couple of glances at the male as you did so. His cheeks were still rather rosy, and he rubbed his nose a little, visibly embarrassed. It was impossible for you not to smile a little at the sight.

The man scratched his cheek and looked at you like he wanted to say something when you returned to the register with his cup of coffee. You raised your eyebrows as a sign for him to speak, so he let out a nervous chuckle. “So, I think I just said that I love you.”

A wide smile spread to your lips at that. “Yeah, you did. Oh, and the coffee’s… on me.”

The man’s eyes brightened for a while, and he thanked you for the coffee, but apologized for his weird first words right after. You shook your head, because despite being odd, those were the words he was destined to say to you, and you’d remember the moment for the rest of your life. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, until you were brought back to your senses when your co-worker cleared their throat again.

“Ah, would you like to sit down for a while?” you asked quickly, trying to not pay mind to the way his eyes were moving on you, which was definitely something you had done a couple of times to him already, too. Once he had agreed, you led him to one of the booths near the register, and you both sat down.

You eyed him curiously as he placed his helmet next to him and let his jacket fall down his arms, revealing the black turtleneck he was wearing underneath. When he was done, he turned to you and tapped his fingers together, lowering his head a little. He was visibly awkward, but it warmed your heart. Besides, you were feeling just as awkward. “So… what now?”

“I… don’t know. I don’t exactly have experience on meeting a soulmate - I think you understand,” you said, feeling incredibly small in front of someone so broad and handsome. How the two of you could possibly be soulmates was beyond your understanding, but you were dying to find out.

“Same here,” the man admitted, which was unsurprising considering you were each other’s soulmates, and suddenly his jaw dropped when he realized something. “Oh, yeah, we haven’t even introduced ourselves. I’m Seungcheol.”

“Seungcheol,” you whispered, tasting the name on your tongue, and you decided on that spot that you liked the name. Melting into a smile, you offered him your hand. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

Finally,” Seungcheol added as he took a hold of your hand, his eyes softening at the sight of your smile, and judging by how he jolted, he felt the same kind of electricity shooting inside of him as you did.

Finally,” you repeated and withdrew your hand slowly. Seungcheol took a sip of his coffee while you sat quietly, still inspecting him and fiddling with your fingers.

It seemed like that one sip had brought Seungcheol back to what you assumed to be his normal self, because what you got next was a grin as he leaned closer on the table, looking at through his long lashes. Damn, if his eyes weren’t the prettiest you had ever seen.

“You’re really pretty,” he said with newfound confidence, and while you felt embarrassed and felt your cheeks heating up even more than they had already, you giggled, which only made him smile more.

“Then I guess we’re a good match at least looks-wise, because you’re really handsome,” you said without a second thought and pursed your lips when you realized just what you had just said. Seungcheol chuckled and gave you a bright gummy smile that had your heart melting. Trying not to let it show just how affected you were, you fixed your posture and tried to adapt a serious expression. “You’re not going to break my heart, are you?”

He looked confused as he raised his eyebrows, his mouth opening and forming a perfect o. “I sure hope not. Why?”

“Ever seen those romance movies with that one super attractive guy who’s actually a serial heartbreaker?” you asked quietly, leaning closer with an amused smile on your lips. You tried to be as dramatic as you could, if only for amusement. “You look like one of those.”

Seungcheol gasped and pretended to be offended, but the act fell apart as soon as it began, when he burst into a laughter. “Really?” He looked incredulous, but you shrugged either way, because honestly, in his gear he really did. “I’ve never thought about that. But no need to worry, I’m a good guy.”

At the bottom of your heart, you knew that. A warm smile took over your features. “I know.” He quirked his eyebrow, surprised, and you giggled. “You’re too dorky.”

Seungcheol looked like he wanted to protest, but had to resort to merely licking his lips in defeat. “Okay, so that might be true.”

You laughed, which made him laugh, too, and much to your relief, the silence that fell over the two of you was nowhere near as awkward as it first had been.

It didn’t take you long to realize that, just like you had suspected, Seungcheol was a dork, in the best possible meaning of the word. He was adorable and charming in so many ways that by the end of that day - which the two of you just happened to spend together - you were sold.

He was considerate and you could already tell that he had many interesting sides to him that you were dying to discover. On occasion he stumbled on his words, still having a hard time to comprehend that he had actually found his soulmate, but that went both ways: you were just as amazed. He told you about his dog and future plans, and you told him about your passions and future plans.

Much like you were drawn to him, Seungcheol was drawn to you. Bound by fate, you were more or less his, and he was yours, although neither of you wanted to take that fact as literally as some people did. While there were a lot of people who felt suffocated by the thought of being bound to a specific person just because of a mark, the two of you embraced it. After all, hadn’t you both gotten pretty lucky?

You were his soulmate, and he wanted to get to know you. So he did. He asked you out properly, and on your date the next day, he appeared by your door with a bouquet of flowers, clad in neat black jeans and a red button-down, and on top of everything, he had his usual biker jacket.

Giggling at the sight in front of you, you took the flowers from Seungcheol. “These are lovely.”

“I thought you’d like them,” he said, by now a lot calmer than when you first met, and placed a hand on your lower back. You bit your lip quickly: you almost burned where his hand was touching you, but it was definitely in a good way.

Once you had gotten the flowers a vase from the dusty top shelf of your bookcase, the two of you walked down, your fingers interlocked and your voices quiet as you talked. Your hands fit together perfectly, and it brought you back to the goodbye hug Seungcheol had given you the previous day, which had been just as perfect. When you got outside and saw the same motorcycle Seungcheol had driven off from the café, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you trying to get me on that?” you asked incredulously while Seungcheol walked to his vehicle and got a second helmet from under the seat, and handed it to you when you had walked close enough.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying,” he said with a cocky grin that had your knees weak for a brief moment. You turned the helmet around in your hands and sighed, pouting when you put it on.

“You better drive safely.” Seungcheol laughed, as cutely as he always did, when you sat behind him on the motorcycle and wrapped your arms around his waist. It was almost ridiculous how much he felt like home, and you couldn’t help but rest your cheek against his back and sigh contently, holding him a bit tighter.

“I wouldn’t drive anything but safely with you on,” he said reassuringly, his voice incredibly soft, and gave you a smile before taking off.


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From Con to Con (Part Seven)

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Hope you have a fantastic one no matter how you’re celebrating! I love you all. :) 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: drinking, bad body image

Word Count: 6,326

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Forever tags: @eileenlikesyou-maybe

You balanced the pan of brownies on your left hand as you opened the front door of Rich and Jaci’s home with your right. They were hosting a get-together with friends and you were happy to come and enjoy a day out even if the morning hadn’t started well for you. Since you had returned from your trips, your sleep schedule was off and this morning you did not wake up when your alarm had gone off. This delayed in getting ready for the party and making the brownies that Jaci asked you to make. You were a little frazzled but you were really looking forward to the day and spending it with everyone. 

You would have never made it to the party on time if you hadn’t been staying with Rob. Being gone for almost three weeks in different countries and time zones had really messed you up. Traveling had been fun but it was nice not to worry about being somewhere at a certain time. Between the conventions in Europe, with your personal traveling, and then going to Australia, you were just happy to sleep in the same bed more than a couple nights in a row. Even if that bed happened to be at Rob’s house still and not your own apartment. You were slightly disappointed that you were set to be moving in a few days now that you were back in town. 

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anonymous asked:

4 or 19? <3

4. kiss away the tears

You didn’t specify a ship or anything so I hope marichat is okay.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(I’m back in town so I can finally get to the rest of the prompts you guys sent in. Woo! I’m answering all the ones that are in my box now, as of 5/30, but I’m not taking any more.)


This was a bad idea. Adrien landed on the tiny balcony that led into Marinette’s apartment and set her on her feet between a hanging basket of flowers and potted bamboo. There she wobbled with the motion sickness that people always tended to get when he pole-vaulted them across the city. When halfway through patrol he had spotted her on the street below, still crying, a full seven hours after he’d gently turned her down as Adrien, he couldn’t help himself. It’s not like he could have cheered her up as Adrien. She probably never wanted to see him again. But maybe Chat Noir could put a smile back on that face. 

Marinette paused halfway through her sliding glass door and turned back to him with a watery smile, and it lanced straight through his heart. She beckoned him inside, and he followed. Helplessly.

This wasn’t just a bad idea. This was impending disaster.

“Thanks for taking me home,” Marinette said, and he hated how raw her voice sounded. As if she hadn’t stopped crying for even a moment since Adrien told her he was in love with someone else. He seriously hated himself right now. “I’ve had a bad day. Do you want something to drink? I have some some fancy wine if you feel like staying for a bit.”

Adrien slid the glass door shut behind him. “Yeah,” he offered kindly. “I noticed. Uh…” Was it wrong to stay and have a glass of wine with her when he was the reason she was suffering? Or was it the least he could do? “Wine sounds nice.” As she mussed about in the cupboards for glasses and set about filling them, Adrien leaned on the counter and ached over what to say. “So. Who do I have to kill?” 

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anonymous asked:

Hi, btt anon here! I was thinking the s/o is scared of something sudden so maybe like a jump scare in a horror movie or someone playing a prank.

Alright dear, now this I can work with! So their s/o gets scared and clings to them instinctively. Thanks a bunches for sending in this request again because it’s a cute one! Once again, apologies for me being a weird writer but I hope it was worth it. :D <3 

France: Francis is really amused by his s/o’s reaction but manages to not outright laugh because he doesn’t want to hurt his s/o’s feelings. He’d definitely be alright with them grabbing him and it would be the perfect incentive to wrap his arms around them. He’d also give them a quick kiss on the forehead as reassurance that he’s right beside them and there’s nothing to be afraid of. Honestly, he’d be in heaven every time his s/o gets scared during the movie because of how close they get to him. He just loves holding them~ He might use the opportunity to distract his s/o from their fear with something else that he loves doing … ;D


Prussia: He’s immediately laughing at his s/o, he can’t help himself. It’s just - their face - is so funny! Gilbert’s laughter won’t stop him from wrapping his arms around his s/o though. He’s here to protect you from any scary monsters s/o, no ones going to hurt you while he’s around! He’d allow his s/o to cling to him for as long as they need to, holding them close in his arms with the biggest smirk. He doesn’t get scared easily so he’d be really helpful whenever his s/o is afraid for anything really, not just a jump scare. But he just can’t stop himself from poking fun at them a little from how much they freak out at a jump scare. It’s just a movie, s/o. :P


Spain: He’s the best for this situation honestly. A movie wouldn’t scare Antonio, considering all that he’s seen and done (he was a Conquistador!). He’d be very comforting towards his s/o when they get scared and would be very glad for them to cling to him, because he sees it as them trusting him. He’d pull them as close as he can, snuggling with them so that they know he’s there for them. He’d be very calming, running his hands over his s/o’s arms to soothe them. He knows everyone reacts differently to scary movies but he still can’t get the smile off of his face because his s/o is rather cute~

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The Morning After The Night Before

Characters: Reader, Steve

Summary: The fall out of your friends discovering that Tequila is your kyptonite.

Word Count: 1713 words

Prompt:  Steve, ‘You’re important too.’ And  ‘I noticed’

A/N: This one is for a wonderful anon and the fabulous @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester who requested this from my 300 celebration ‘100 ways to say I Love You.’  I joined these two together because it just fit so damned well.  It kinda turned into a part two from Truth and Tequila but you can read it by itself.

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Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Daylight permeated your vision and you groaned.  Turning your head felt the subtle pounding of the mother and father of all headaches with the possibility of a whole load of baby headaches coming along shortly.  Your mouth was dry and it felt like you had been licking a bear for at least three hours in your sleep.  And not a cute little animated bear, a full-blown grizzly who had been wandering in the woods for years and hadn’t bathed in its entire memory.  Forcing one eye open you look down and realise that you were still in last nights clothes.  Well, at least you weren’t waking up in someone elses room naked you thought to yourself.  Just as you were considering turning over and going back to sleep an alarm sounded through the tower.  Leaping up you immediately regretted your reflexes as the room span.  “FRIDAY, what the hell is going on?” you manage to ask, your voice husky and several octaves lower than usual.

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This post got away from me. Its embarrassingly long. I didn’t realize how many feelings I had about Leroux and the nature of the tragedy that takes place. Namely its this: the saddest part of the book is how quickly things got out of hand for everyone involved. 

To wit– I think a lot of people assume Erik goes into his Angel of Music ploy with a firm plan: 

1) trick Chrstine
2) make her a star
3) kidnapping
4) ?????
5)profit walks in the park.

 Going back to the text I think its within the realm of possibility, but I don’t think we can say Erik’s plan is a hard fact. Likely? Yes. But here me out–

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FIGHTER (Part 2)

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

*One week later*

“Hey! Hey you!” 

You heard a hushed calling sound from the bushes around the park where you went for a walk often. You stopped in your tracks, perking your ears up and wondering if you were going insane. 

“Who…who’s there?” 

You asked nervously, feeling silly talking out loud to what may have been your imagination. There was a short pause before the unknown voice replied: 

“Is anyone out there?” 

You looked around you. The dog park was empty which wasn’t a surprise seeing as the sky looked like it was about to pour with rain at any moment. 

“No…I don’t think so.” 

Suddenly, the bushes began to rattle and shake as a figure emerged out from them. As soon as you saw the blue in his hair, you knew it was the angry stranger you helped a week prior. He looked a little different this time, dressed in more simple clothes like jogging bottoms and a white shirt that still showed off his muscular body type. First, he checked that the coast was clear then you saw his shoulders relax.

“Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here? We could get shot on the spot, remember?” 

You said sarcastically, mocking what he yelled at you for. He hung is head down, his blue bangs falling over his eyes. 

“I..I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you last week. You saved my life and I needed to thank you for it.” 

You had to admit, hearing the gratitude was nice. 

“How long have you been hiding in the bushes?” 

You asked, raising your eyebrow, wondering if he’d been stalking you, not that you would have noticed. He laughed nervously. 

“I’ve been keeping an eye out for you for a few days. I noticed you passed here quite a lot, around this time. I’m sorry if that’s weird.” 

You laughed softly.

“A little, but I appreciate the apology, thank you.” 

The man smiled and it brightened your whole day, it was angelic. Again, he looked around the place, constantly worried about being seen. 

“Can we go some place private? I just feel like I need to explain myself to you.” 

He said before swallowing the lump in his throat; you could see the anxiety in his eyes. Something inside you trusted him but you just couldn’t be sure. 

“How do I know you won’t hurt me?” 

You replied, thinking you’d quite like to keep your life. He laughed, finding your comment amusing. 

“You really think I’d kill you after you saved my life? Wow, you guys really do think we’re evil. I’m harmless, I promise.” 

You sighed, your brain beginning to hurt from thinking if it was a responsible thing to do.

“I don’t even know your name.” 

You stated. He put his hand behind his head as he shook it side to side. 

“Shit. I can’t believe I forgot that detail. Wonho. My name’s Wonho.” 

He extended his hand to you. 

“(Y/N).” 

You replied before shaking his soft hand. His lips turned in to a cute, welcoming smile and the look in his eyes was so sincere that you believed he was harmless and proceeded to follow him to the woods, even though it was a perfect place to be killed. 


“Please don’t tell me you’ve taken me here to slash my body up.” 

You panicked, seeing an abandoned, almost scary looking shed where he was pacing to. Again, Wonho laughed at your comment. 

“No, nothing like that! I hide out here when I have to be at this side of the city.” 

Being chivalrous, he opened the shed door for you and followed you inside. There were a couple of wooden chairs, a few shelves with books on them, most objects were covered with dust. 

“See, no dead bodies.” 

He joked, grinning as he sat down on the chair across from you. 

“Not yet.” 

You mumbled under your breath which Wonho overlooked. You heard him sigh. 

“About last week. I was shaken. I panicked and…I’m not used to people of your kind being nice towards people like me. You knew I didn’t live here right?” 

“I knew you were from the other side but I don’t believe what they say and I couldn’t just let you get killed.” 

You explained. Wonho gazed at his knees for a moment, in deep thought. 

“No. You could have let me be killed but you didn’t. No one else would have helped me, you mustn’t be like others.” 

He uttered, then he looked up at you and continued to speak: 

“You don’t understand how…intriguing it is to me. You knew you could have been killed by helping me.” 

You weren’t sure why you decided to protect Wonho the week before. It was something about the fear and innocence in his eyes that showed that he wouldn’t hurt anyone. You smiled at him.

“I’d rather die knowing I helped an innocent man than live with a guilty conscience.” 

The two of you spent the afternoon getting to know each other. You found out that he worked as a blacksmith in the next city, how he discovered a tunnel under the wall a few years ago and used it to get in to your city, how most of his family had died during police raids and bombings and how he lived alone but saw his friends ‘I.M’, Hyungwon, Kihyun, ‘Shownu’, Jooheon and Minhyuk quite often. When you spoke, he gazed at you like he was fascinated with everything that came from your mind. He was the first person to really listen to you in what seemed like forever. With his eyes fixated on you, you felt like you could share your darkest secrets with him and he’d accept you for the person you really were, not what was expected of you. After what only seemed like minutes, you glanced out of the window and the sun was beginning to set, projecting bright orange, magenta and blue in to the sky. 

“We should get going.” 

You said sadly, not wanting to leave at all. Wonho’s smile dropped too, telling you he was enjoying your talk as much as you were. 

“Yeah, it’s going to be dark soon, do you need me to walk you out of here?” 

He questioned; it melted your heart. It was almost painful to leave. You told him you’d be fine getting out of the woods on your own and that he should hurry home carefully. As you began walking away from the shed, he called your name. You turned around one more time to listen to him. 

“When will I see you again?!” 

He asked, his face lit up with his radiating smile. 

“I’m sure I’ll see you in the bushes somewhere.” 

literally all the het ships in ace attorney that aren’t canon or heavily implied to be canon are Bad.

like they’re either boring or legitimately shitty??

seriously im trying to think of a good non canon het ship and it’s just…..failing me. gumbird? good. the delites? good. thalassa and jove? good. iris and phoenix? tragic and they’re never getting back together but good, for a given value. uhhh. i’m running a blank again….

…..actually i was wrong, the one good noncanon het ship is like, feyquill? they’ve never met each other in canon but it could work without being Weird, probably. i like lesbian maya a whole lot, but okay.

anyway feyquill? okay. everything else? bad.

fools / part 1

“Jungkook-ah, I’m home.” Jin says as he opens the door. He sees Jungkook cooking up a mess on the kitchen and smiling at him with that awfully cute bunny smile. Jin almost melts at the sight.

Jungkook turned off the stove and went to Jin and kissed his lip as a welcome home greeting. Jin turned pink even after 3 years of being married to Jungkook with the slight touchy moments. He truly is the one.

“How’s your day, hyung? I tried cooking today but…it turned into a mess. I’m sorry.” Jungkook says and fidgets around his fingers. Cute, Jin thought. How can he not forgive him?!

“My day is fine but lonely. I miss my husband…who shouldn’t even be stepping in the kitchen.” Jin says and laughs that windshield wiper laugh of his. Jungkook ends up blushing with the teasing but he just wants to please his husband! Why must the world play jokes on him? He’s good at almost everything but cooking? No comment.

“Hyung! I tried, okay! I just wanted to cook you something for once cause you’re always cooking for me.” Jungkook says in his defense and Jin just puts an arm around him. Really meant to be, Jungkook thought. He really got lucky.

“Let’s just order out, kookie. I’m really thankful for the effort you made.” Jin says and smiles at Jungkook who looks more relaxed now. Jin looks so ethereal when he smiles or just does something in general. Jungkook just stares at the pretty sight and nods.

-

Dinner went by smoothly without anything burning or anyone worrying. Being the “old” man Jin is, they settled in the couch to watch something in Netflix without the chill. Or so they thought.

Halfway through the episode, Jin started gripping Jungkook’s thigh and they wanted to do something. Jungkook straddled himself onto Jin’s thighs and Jin sucking on his neck. Leaving purple and blue hickeys on Jungkook’s neck and Jin carrying Jungkook to their bedroom to continue.

-

Its 11 AM and the alarm keeps on ringing and begging to be turned off by Yoongi. Yoongi just groaned and hopefully someone will turn it off for him. Hopefully.

It kept ringing until he finally got up from his slumber. Its 1 PM and he couldn’t care less anymore. It is Sunday and he deserves to get as much sleep he wants. He got up from bed and yawned. His eyes puffy from sleepy and lips dried. Yoongi went to the kitchen and made his “morning” coffee.

Weeks are boring and filled with idols demanding comebacks and albums. Yoongi produces and produces songs that hits #1 in less than a week of being released which means his work is selling and in very high demand. Its tiring but it’s what keeps him going.

His apartment is big and monochromatic. Busy colors and too much furniture means too many things that can distract his flow. He lives alone now but his house can use another person to fill up the dull and huge space. Someone used to be here with him, filling in the gaps of his heart and home. He was happy living here but now its just another day waking up in this place.

His name is Jin. Kim Seokjin, the Oscar nominated Korean actor. Also, the love of Yoongi’s life. When they were engaged, Jin filled the house with so much light and comfort. He made Yoongi a person who lives and breath, not just produce and sleep. But that’s in the past. Jin moved on and Yoongi should too.

Yoongi looked down on his cup of coffee, dark brown and it just reminds him of Jin. How Jin’s eyes looked at him whenever he makes a shitty joke or the eyes that looked at him with so much hurt and anger. It goes both ways.

“Shit.” Yoongi says and throws the cup of coffee to the sink. The coffee slowly disappearing from the sink down to the drain.

-

“Mr. Jeon, here’s the script. You have to memorize pages 7-13 for the next scenes.” The girl hands over to Jin who’s getting all pretty and such with the make up artist. Jin grabs the scrips and mouths a thank you to the girl.

“She looked at you all giddy and love, I can not believe.” Jungkook says and grips Jin’s thigh. The makeup artist just giggled at the married couples antics and at Jungkook’s jealousy. Jungkook looks terrifying yet adorable being jealous over a staff that Jin works with. No way in hell he’s going to let anyone come to his man with heart eyes and such.

“She’s just being nice. Didn’t you looked at me that way before?” Jin says and pokes Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook does this thing with his tongue and cheek when he’s jealous and he still has a hard time hiding it, even with other people especially if its about his husband. Jungkook rolled his eyes and Jin just grinned.

“Don’t push your luck, hyung.” Jungkook says and Jin just raises his brow. Jin knows Jungkook won’t be able to resist and let go of him, he is after all one of the best and loved actors in Korea. Jin can say the same for himself as well, he is in fact married to one of the most successful and talented idol. A power couple really.

“Aish, I was kidding, you over-protective husband. Heh, love you anyways. Also, don’t you have to record something today?” Jin says as well as thanks the makeup artist after finishing her job. Jin doesn’t even need makeup and Jungkook will not rest till he can make everyone realize this. In other news, Jungkook looks at his watch and shit, he might be late for 10 minuets. Anything for the hubby right?

“Fuck, you’re right. I’ll get going, see you tonight.” Jungkook says and grabs his jacket and of course, kissing Jin’s lips in front of everybody so that he can show WHO Jin is married to as if no one knew already. “Okay, love you.” Jin says and kisses back. Jin blows a raspberry to Jungkook and he pretends as if he catches it. The staff rolled their eyes at the cheesiness that the Jeons have for one another.

-

"Where’s that Jungkook you’re talking about?” Yoongi asks his manager who’s panicking because you do not want to make Min Yoongi wait especially the amount of comebacks this month that needs him.

“He’ll be here in a few minuets. He’s stuck in traffic from a shooting.” His manager says as he scrolls his phone waiting for responses and fixing Yoongi’s schedule.

“Shooting? Didn’t knew he was an actor.” Yoongi scoffs and sips his coffee that has now gone cold. It tastes like shit but Yoongi couldn’t care less, he just wants to record this song so that he can go to another idol in a comeback.

“He isn’t but his husband is. Heard its a new show that includes this new upcoming actress from Cube Entertainment. Its all the buzz on social media! Especially when the actor is an openly gay man with a woman doing a straight couple role.” His manager says and looks up at Yoongi who already looks uninterested. Its like everything and anything can bore Yoongi nowadays but his manager doesn’t press much.

“Sorry, if I was late!” Jungkook says and bows infront of Yoongi who looked at him with surprised. This Jungkook kid is really taller than him and him being married must’ve broke a million hearts just by the looks of it. Yoongi just nods at Jungkook and Jungkook proceeded saying an apology to every staff that waited for him.

“Get in the recording booth. I want to record the 3rd verse and 4th verse again to get a different vibe. Also, don’t raise your voice to high on the 3rd verse, it sounds weird.” Yoongi says and directs Jungkook to the recording booth’s door. Wasting no more time, Jungkook entered and wore his headphones.

The music soon is heard through Jungkook’s headphones and he started singing his lines. Yoongi is rarely impressed at first recordings but this one took the cake. No wonder why Jungkook is called “the golden boy” of Korea. Yoongi tapped his fingers to the music and listened to the serenade of the younger man.

(part 2: here it is and part 3 will be continued on my pending ao3 account lol)