i completely forgot that i was working on this

Aisles  [M]

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. The two of you told each other everything. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 7,458

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One

“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were  too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.

“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.


Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.


“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.


He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”


“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.


“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.


“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.

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HEY I’ve been working on this for a while please look at it

(It has a BACKGROUND I never do backgrounds)

AGUST D

there are so many important messages that suga is trying to convey to his listeners through his mixtape and im sure that if you’ve read the lyric translations, you definitely know what i mean. i am seriously blown away that we’ve been fans of bts for what, 3 years now? for 3 years, ARMYs have easily labelled yoongi as ‘lazy’, given him that ‘idagf’ image, and yet, we were oblivious to so many of his hardships. we’ve always known that he’s hardworking, more quiet than the other members, and more reflective, but this mixtape honestly blew me away because yoongi’s gone through so much in his idol career and we had no idea. 

first off, he touches on a sensitive topic that idols don’t speak openly about: mental health. he raps about seeing a psychiatrist, battling with depression, self-hate, experiencing social phobia since age 18, putting on a front, and loneliness. His entire song “The Last” really touches on this:

a word said like habit, oh, I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a fuck
those words are all words I use to hide my weak self
that time I want to erase, that’s right, the memories I want to erase of that day I had that concert
I was afraid of people, so I hid in the bathroom and stared at myself

and in “So Far Away”:

I’m in so much pain and lonliness but people around me keeping telling me to regain my consciousness
I try to vent my anger but I only got myself so what’s the point of venting my anger
I’m scared to open my eyes everyday and start breathing

these lyrics from ‘At Dawn’ also illustrate this:

I pretend I’m not lonely, I pretend I’m not suffering
I pretend I’m okay for no reason, meaninglessly I pretend to be strong
don’t come over the wall I’ve put up in front of myself
don’t throw me off this island in this wide sea 

he also talks about his struggles during his trainee days and i dont think he’s ever talked in depth about this period of his life. this mixtape gives us some insight about him moving to seoul, getting a part time job to afford the cost of living in the city, going to school dead tired after work, and still training with big hit to live out his dreams

was I needy for success? No just needy for money
it’d been a long time since I forgot the words ‘in style’
I practiced at night and went to my part time job at dawn
then even if I dragged that tired body to school I just slept
I became 20 that way, the sight of the graduation room was suspicious

and the fact that he admits he puts up a front:

I hide the self that’s behind my defensive posture
I hide myself completely like I’ve become a criminal, always
I can’t even take one step outside the dorm that’s like a prison 

all of these are reasons im so moved. because it really highlights how idols only show one side of themselves to the camera, and fans can never really know them fully. we only know the version of bts’ min yoongi that he wants to show us through shows and broadcasts. 

behind every idol rapper who succeeds
there’s a weak self standing, it’s a little dangerous
I fall sometimes again into depression and compulsion
hell no, anyway I don’t even know if that’s the real me

but through his music? through his mixtape, he’s trying to show us another side of him, and i’m so thankful that he’s opened up to his worldwide audience. this takes courage. talking openly about your hardships and your weaknesses to people who look up to you, that takes some damn courage. so thank you, yoongi, for opening up to your fans. 

i always thought they’d be fun in a soul eater ish au…since they’re his sword an sheild lmao…and them learning team work is a fun concept…i say “ish” cause I can’t remember the technicalities in soul eater that well…i actually completely forgot the soul eating part until i was looking at pictures…which is sad, since…that’s the name of the show….all i remember is they turned into weapons, fought monsters, and crona made me cry a shit ton

Ghost // Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead’s been neglecting his girlfriend in favour of the case leaving no time to see each other. It slowly gets worse until things escalate into a fight when you came home late when he’s been waiting to apologize.

Characters: Reader x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge (mentioned).

Words: 2888

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. In this, like every other Riverdale fic I do, Jughead is NOT asexual in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, neglect, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Finals are finally over and I’m free to write again!

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Originally posted by juggiehead

It was a tough week to say the least with your boyfriend Jughead completely skipping the study dates you set. He had asked you out not even a full month ago in a sweet but very Jughead way that you appreciated dearly. Your teacher had put you together for a project that you were steadily doing the project solo and it was a lot of work to do.

You couldn’t believe how you barely saw him anymore with his obsession over the murder of Jason Blossom and he was spending it with Betty Cooper. That made you a little uncomfortable given she was a basket case and obviously mentally unbalanced from the Chuck Clayton incident. Jughead and Betty had gotten together earlier in the year for a month tops before it become glaringly problematic on how different they were. It was insane how little you saw each other when he lived with you. You were emancipated from your parents a year and a half ago and now you could see how it wasn’t that smart to start a relationship with someone you live with. He just didn’t care about you like you cared for him.

To: Jughead👑
From: Y/N
~When are you coming be here?~

To: Y/N
From: Jughead👑
~Can’t make it sorry, info about Jason came up~

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 14)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14.

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Just once // SHAWN MENDES

“God, just once could you be here for me? Once. Thats all I’m asking,” I cry, my hands flying into the air. 

“I’ve always been there for you,” He says, one hand running through his messy curls.

“May I remind you last month, dinner, Michelles- 7pm? Ring any bells?” I scowl.

“I was at the studio, you know how I get after a long day writing,” Shawn turns away like he’s going to walk off.

“I texted you 3 hours before!” the anger in me uncurled, blinding me to any other emotions. “Then the meeting with my parents! We barely see them and they wanted to meet up with us and where were you?” 

He shoots me a regretful glance. “Getting drinks with the boys,” Shawn murmurs.

“Damn right you were,” I cry again, my arm flying out, knocking the wall, pain shooting up my wrist. “Shoot,” I whisper, rubbing the area to try and soothe it. 

“Baby, are you o-” He begins to ask stepping towards me. 

“Stop,” the word hangs in the air, silence engulfing us. I sigh. “Every award show, as many concerts as I can, I’m always there- cheering you on,” I look up at him. The sight of him made my stomach clench in a way that made me want to throw up. Pain from his mistake, was clear in his eyes.

“I know you are, I love that you are there for me,” He tries to say but I cut him off again.

“Then can you understand how much it meant to me, for you to be at university as I graduated? I looked for you!” my eyes began to water and I knew that soon I would become a fountain of tears. 

“When I was waiting for my diploma and I couldn’t find you I just thought ‘Maybe Shawn’s just the late, the parking was pretty bad!’” Here came the tears. “Then it got later and it was time for my year to line up and I still couldn’t see you anywhere so I just blamed it on ticket issues, or you couldn’t find which hall we were in,” I finish in a sob, my arms wrapping around my waist trying to provide a sense of comfort from the isolation I was feeling. I meet Shawn’s eyes again and it does nothing to cease my crying. 

“That wasn’t the worst part- the worst was walking across the stage and having to stare out into an audience, filled with strangers, and not being able to identify a single person who came to see you,”

I turn away, pressing my back against the wall, sliding down till I’m seated. 

“Y/N” Shawn whispers, not knowing how to approach the situation. The distance hadn’t done anything good for our relationship. It made it worse. Provided a void I didn’t know how to fix.

“After the ceremony I walked out,” I hiccup, my voice raspy after my crying episode. “Everyone was taking pictures with their family or friends or at least someone. I waited again. Hoping that maybe you were just seriously late and you would at least show up to take a photo with me in my robes before I had to return them,” I stare across the room. 

“I waited for at least an hour. You didn’t show. I returned the robes. Got in my car. Drove back home.” I shrug my shoulders as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. My teary, red eyes lock with his watery ones.

“You were here of course, watching TV, Should have guessed,” I say sarcastically, pulling myself from the ground and trying to appear stronger then what I felt inside. 

“Baby I swear I completely forgot- I never meant to miss you graduate,” He pleads reaching out to grab one of my hands. I tug my hand out his grasp.

“But you did, you always do it. Whether its because of work, distracting you, making you forget or some other reason you always seem to forget me and that’s- that’s okay because I’ve realized I’ll always come second best to you and I always will,” I chuck my diploma on the kitchen bench, the paper making a soft slap against the cold marble.

I turn and begin to make my way upstairs, my eyes sore and dry. 

“Y/n, please, baby no, I’ll do anything to make this up, make it up to you,” Shawn calls trailing me up the stairs. I turn around to face him.

“Just,” I cry, pausing to calm the anger that reappeared. “I need space right now,” I reach the top of the stairs and go to the cupboard pulling out an overnight bag and begin to quickly chuck clothes I may need.

“What are you doing? Stop! What is that supposed to mean?” Shawn calls tugging at the roots of his hair in a stressed manor. 

“I’m leaving for a couple nights, I’ll stay at Sammy’s,” I say calmly. 

“Like hell you are,” Shawn goes to my bag and pulls things out I previously put in.

I’m leaving,” I state firmly holding his gaze. “You can’t stop me,” 

“Will you come back?” He asks and for a fraction of a second he looks scared and vunrable. A fraction. 

Maybe,” I say, finishing up with my bag, I race to the front door, lugging my bag with me as Shawn chases after me.

Once I go to open the door I look back at him as he gives me a wavering look, begging me not to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll forget I was ever here in the first place,” with that remark I slam the door shut.

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

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Blog 4/3/17 - The Painted Hills

This past weekend was a much-needed break. There are a lot of big changes happening in my life right now, and it felt really good to get out for a few days to clear my head and prepare for the next few weeks. 

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Always Pt. 2: Run (M)

Trailer | Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

While Jungkook is away, you make a new friend…

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5,764

Content/Warnings: Smut, but nothing too graphic, drinking, lots of crying

Summary: 

You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between.

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.

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Chilling

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Chris and Reader spend a lazy and funny Sunday together in their Californian house by the beach before he leaves to promote Gifted.
Words Count: 1.4k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: two innuendos, but it’s just an adorable moment with Chris.
Author’s Note: This little story is dedicated to @always-an-evans-addict. I do hope you will like it because I’ve had so much fun writing it, xo. Also, thank you so much to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for being my beta and for giving me all these tips and suggestions. You saved my life. If this fic is good, it’s thanks of her.

    The sun peeked in the bedroom window, illuminating your hair like a fiery halo, and so slowly, you lifted your head from the pillow. Despite your grogginess, you looked out at the beach off in the distance as the sun’s vibrant rays sent a glossy, gold sheen all around the room and the sound of the rhythmic waves of the ocean brought a peaceful hymn to your ears.

    Your eyelids closed again, and you rested back against your pillow, feeling Chris’ chest inches away from your body. You enjoyed the restful moment and hummed lightly as you remembered how much you lived for those quiet mornings with your husband by your side.

    “Hi, sweetie,” Chris’ sleepy voice spoke behind you. He put a hand on your arm and you lazily turned around. “You look so beautiful in the morning.”

    “You aren’t so bad yourself, Dorito,” you complimented, pecking his nose.

    “I was actually talking to the sun,” he joked with a jovial smile of his, and you laughed heartily, tipping your head back.

    Chris beamed at you, enjoying the melody of your laugh and he took the opportunity to climb on top of you. Yet, as he leaned into the kiss he chased every morning, you turned your head to the side and looked at the beach with this obvious smirk.

    “Y/N, I didn’t ask to wake up to nothing.”

    “Shut up,” you retorted and restrained your giggle.

    “What?” He furrowed his brows, feigning anger, but he couldn’t hold the character.

    “Shut up and kiss me.” You turned back to him, cupping his bearded cheek. You closed your eyes, melting when his lips captured yours and claimed them as his proudly.  

    “Now, you don’t have ‘nothing’.”

    “If I keep talking, can I have another?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

    “Depends on what you tell me,” you giggled as he moved to your ear and whispered a sweet nothing. “I need a shower, first and then breakfast in bed?”

    “I’m going to work out quickly and take a shower after you.” He placed a loving peck on your forehead and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

    “It’s Sunday, Chris. You can’t lift weights.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him back with you.

    “Of course I can do some push-ups,” he chuckled and you shot up in bed.

    “It’s a lazy day. We don’t do anything, but laugh, chill and make out in our case.”

    “It’s been a while since our last lazy Sunday. I completely forgot.”

    “Oh, man… Poor you,” you faked a sob, wrapping your arms around his chest. “We need to fix this.”

    “Uh, can I say hello to Dodger at least?”


    That afternoon, you sat on the couch, book in hand with Chris’ head on your lap and he scratched on his sketchbook silently, almost too focused on his art. Your free fingers played with the locks of his light brown hair as he used this quiet time to come back to something he had missed doing.

    After a few minutes using his pencil on the page filled with a beautiful depiction of nature, your husband put the sketchbook on the ground. He stretched his body over your lap, brushing your hip with his hand and he poked you lightly, earning your sweet giggle.

    “I’ve always thought you were ‘only surprised’.” A mischievous smirk grew on his face as he sat up and turned his head to you. “You’ve always been ticklish, haven’t you?”

    “I’m not,” you lied, trying to keep your concentration on the book.

    “Oh, really?” He moved closer to you, pressing his body against you. “Because it doesn’t seem like that.”

    “No, Chris.” You closed your book and finally met his playful gaze. “I know what you are thinking about, don’t do it.”

    “Am I that obvious?” Chris inquired, inching towards you with a new mischievous grin.

    “Christopher, we are not children. We are very serious grown people,” you countered, slowly standing from the couch and he scoffed.

    “Doesn’t mean I can’t do that.” He enveloped his large hand around your wrist and yanked down. He pounced at you and immediately tickled your sides, reaching certain spots of your body that secretly made you laugh each time he had poked or caressed them with his hands.

    You squirmed around before laughing uncontrollably as his fingers dug into your waist, making you laugh even harder. Tears of mirth threatened to spill as well as incomprehensible pleads flew out of your mouth underneath him as he kept torturing you so sweetly.

    “CHR- CHRIS NO!” You gasped for air, shrieking. “PLEASE! I- I- CHRIS… CHRIS!”

    He laughed as you kept on giggling like a maniac under the work of his fingers and he eventually gave you a break. Like nothing had happened, Chris smirked lightly and let you take this moment to catch your breath, sighing in relief.

    You looked up at him with this glare and he leaned his head to the side, lovingly staring at you with this beautiful smile that had you melting instantly.

    “This isn’t fair.” You rested on your elbows. “You are too strong.”

    “They say that. You seem to like it usually.” He winked and you threw your head back, placing your hands on your forehead as you giggled again.

    After leaving you in peace for a brief minute, Chris stared once more at your body with his famous smirk and he leaned in. He placed his hands on your neck and you dissolved into a pile of giggles as he tickled your skin down to your sides without a break.

    “PLEASE CHRIS! I- I CAN’T H- HOLD IT” You tried to fight back, failing miserably because of your lack of strength.

    “You say you aren’t ticklish, huh, sweetheart?”

    Chris accompanied your joyful laugh, trying to hold your squirming figure and you turned your head to the side, seeing the opportunity to free yourself. You managed to grab the cushion next to you, smacking his head with it and he backed away, pretending to be shocked.

    “This means war,” he warned with this light chuckle in the background.

    “Pillow fight, Evans!”

    You rolled off the couch and ran upstairs to your bedroom with your husband running after you. He slammed the door shut behind him and grabbed his feathery pillow, mimicking your swift movement.

    “Y/N-”

    You jumped on the bed, smacking the pillow across his face and you laughed, daring him. Another hit and he didn’t even flinch as he joined you on the mattress. Your pillows used as hammers and shields at the same time, you hit each other and the feathers flying around you blinded your vision whilst you could only hear Chris’ constant giggles as he hit your belly with a new full pillow that spewed its content everywhere.

    You threw another pillow at him, but he smashed his fist into it and dropped it down, having your jaw dropping as you looked at the feathers on the bed and everything around covered by a white shin of softness.

    Taking advantage, Chris sneaked behind you, folding his strong arms around your waist and he lifted you up, spinning you around. Your head fell backward on his shoulder as you laughed and he kissed your neck, nuzzling his face in the crook.

    “Chris! Put me down… I’m- I’m going to throw up if you-”

    “All right,” he laughed, the same sound you found so adorable.

    Chris eventually let you down after more pleads and you let yourself fall on the mattress, lying down. He joined almost too enthusiastically as the bed collapsed under both your weight and you squealed. You looked at him with wide eyes until you burst out into laughter again, putting a hand on your chest and he mimicked famously.

    “That bed was too old anyways,” you gasped, wiping away the tears.

    “Yeah, it’s only the third in four months.”

    “We’re filthy.”

    “I can’t get enough of your laugh,” he whispered, calming down and he caressed your cheek. “I love you.” His eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, then your mouth again.

    “I love you too, honey.” You rolled over to climb on top him and attached your lips sweetly together

    “I’ve missed chilling with you.” Chris passed his fingers through your hair and you put your chin on his chest, looking at him.

    “Me, too.”


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    Can we get more older beefcake Adrien hc's? Please??

    oh man i almost forgot i had that headcanon xD

    • so adrien p much fell into working out completely by coincidence
    • kim gets a membership for a new gym that opens up in the city, and if he recommends a friend, they’ll both get ten euros off their first three months
    • so he gives it to adrien bc the dude’s sporty and kim could use a workout buddy
    • lacrosse, basketball, fencing, and being chat noir have all kept adrien in pretty good shape, so he’s never actually worked out at a gym before. but kim extended the invitation and the membership is so cheap, he figures he might as well
    • first couple of times, adrien just stays on the cardio machines and does some light conditioning on the mats, but kim steps in and says “dude you’re never gonna see results like that.”
    • and adrien is like “results?” bc he kinda just came here to stay fit, have fun, and keep kim company
    • so kim says “next week, you’re gonna try my workout”
    • kim starts introducing adrien to the free weights and the weight machines, and adrien learns that people were serious when they devote an entire two hours to just working out their back muscles
    • it’s tough work (kim’s been doing these routines longer and adrien realizes he’s not quite as strong as he thought he was) but the burn after a good work out is really addicting. 
    • it reminds him of the exhaustion that comes from a long patrol or a satisfying akuma attack. so adrien sticks with kim’s routine for much longer than a week. 
    • he starts talking to a few of the personal trainers at the gym and looking up new workout regimens online and starts shaking up his workouts with more exercises that he wants to do and he finds it fun
    • he enjoys being able to push himself and likes that he gets to work on himself on his terms and at his pace
    • he and kim get into a routine, and after a few months, adrien’s starting to see a huge difference
    • he’s seeing some definition, his waist is more trim, and pretty soon he can handle close to twenty more pounds of weight than he could when he started 
    • adrien even starts eating more than he was used to so he can make up for all of the energy and calories he’s burning
    • kim pretty much acts like a proud papa bear when he sees adrien getting results and even shadows adrien’s workouts for a week bc damn adrien can push himself hard
    Million Dollar Man

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

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

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

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

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

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    Wreckage

    Originally posted by ehigiuseppe

    For @outside-the-government ‘s “write away the winter blues” challenge

    Prompt: “It was touch and go for a while there, but you’re going to be just fine.”

    2,604 word(s) of angst and a little fluff.

    Warnings: blood, drunk driving and its consequences


    “Hello?” Came a gruff voice answered, echoing through the speakers of the car.

    “Hey Len, it’s me.” You replied as you turned on your blinker and looked both ways before pulling out onto a deserted street. “What did you boys want from the store again?”

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    I completely forgot it was easter!

    Happy easter guys! Have a little sickfic scenario because I’ve been quiet all weekend ~

    • Keith and Lance have cute easter plans to go visit Lance’s family for the day and take Lance’s little cousins on an egg hunt
      • Lance is supper excited and hasn’t stopped talking about it for weeks
      • Keith totally is too, just don’t tell Lance
    • Early on easter morning Keith wakes up with a KILLER headache, but puts it down to tiredness because he’s been working so hard on coursework (not to mention the two jobs he has just so he can even afford to go to college). He pops a couple Tylenol and hopes it goes away.
    • He and Lance finish up packing, all the while Lance is jabbering excitedly away, telling Keith all about his family and how much they’ve been looking forwards to meeting him.
    • Keith does his best to keep up and respond, but the headache just isn’t getting any better, and the more he moves, the more his brain feels like its rattling around in his head. 
    • He decides to take a breather and tells Lance he’s going to the bathroom
      • As soon as he’s locked the door, the headache gets really bad, and he stumbles, falling to the floor.
      • All he can do is sit there, crouched against the bathtub for a good few minutes until his head stops pounding
      • Once it does, he goes back out to find Lance waiting for him at the front door.
      • ‘You okay, babe? You look a little… wonky,’
      • ‘Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t sleep well,’
      • ‘Oh, okay, well you can get some rest in the car,’
    • But the whole ride there, the headache just gets worse and worse, until he can barely stand it. 
    • When they stop over at a service station, he tries to climb out the car, but another more painful stab in his head makes him fall again, and he ends up tangled on the floor. 
    • Lance sees this and rushes over, pushing him back into the car before demanding to know what’s wrong. 
      • ‘Nothing, Lance, I’m -’
      • ‘If you say you’re fine, I’m leaving you here,’
      • ‘…Okay. I have a headache - a really bad one,’
      • ‘Well, that’s not surprising - I haven’t seen you drink anything but coffee for like, two weeks straight. I think you’re dehydrated.’
    • Lance leaves Keith in the car to go get him a bottle of water and makes him drink the whole thing before they set off again. Because they’re closer to Lance’s parent’s house, they go there rather than home, but Lance makes Keith promise he’ll rest for the whole day.
      • ‘I mean it, Keith, if you even try and get off that couch, I will kick you in the face until you lie back down again,’
    • By the time they get there, Keith’s totally out of it, and Lance has to help him into the house. His parents fret and fuss for a while, before insisting that Keith lie down.
      • It takes a while, and another few threats from Lance but eventually they persuade him to just chill.
    • Lance spends the rest of the day sitting by Keith’s side as he rests, fending off small children and forcing Keith to drink every half hour, rubbing his hand when Keith groans in pain. 
    • Evening comes, and cue soppy apology -
      • ‘I’m sorry, Lance.. you were looking forward to this so much..’
      • ‘Hey, shh, stop talking, idiot. It’s not worth running around and stuff if you’re feeling like crap. And anyway - maybe this’ll convince you that a diet of all coffee isn’t as good for you as you apparently thought,’
    • Also cue Lance’s family hiding out round a corner, squealing over how cute Klance is. They totally ship it
    6

    Here’s a few more screenshots that I’ve worked on. I was going to do a fourth one but I didn’t because a) I just didn’t enjoy working on it and wanted to stop the moment I started it, b) the image just didn’t look the way I wanted it to and c) literally everyone has done a screencap redraw of that frame and you KNOW which one I’m talking about

    Edit: wtf I completely forgot about the blood on Ryuko’s cheek. 

    five fave fics

    i totally forgot that i started this and never finished it, but @a-candle-for-sherlock​ tagged me a while ago now to say a little something about my five favorite fics i’ve written. so, out of my completed fics on ao3, here are my five faves:

    Never Have I Ever
    10k words | explicit
    this is the first full-length fic i ever wrote, so it’ll always be special. it took a lot of work to get the progression of the statements right throughout the game, and the whole bit in the sitting room is still one of my favorite scenes i’ve written. i love the emotional whiplash sherlock goes through there. plus, drinking game-related love confessions are a tropey classic, and who can resist a good take on a trope?

    when the evening shadows and the stars appear
    1.6k words | general
    any excuse for them to dance is always a good thing in my book. and i really love the way that this one is quiet because sometimes they don’t need tons of conversation–they just need to finally let themselves hold each other. if i could art at all, this is definitely one i’d draw.

    Come home.
    3.7 k words | explicit
    two words for you: soft sexting. i love the sexting trope, and i love when a pwp has a heavy dose of feelings mixed in, and this fic totally covers both. i just really have a soft spot for this one.

    between each beat are words unsaid
    107k words | teen
    not to get too sappy, but the experience of writing this fic with darcy def changed my life. that alone is enough to put this in the top five, but i’m also immensely proud of this one. we came up with some creative ways to tell the story within the limits of the epistolary style, and i think we wrapped everything up in a way that stays true to who john and sherlock are and everything they’ve been through. also, there’s so much delicious angst in the middle of this one (with a happy ending of course), and any of my friends will tell you that i am an absolute sucker for that.

    of midnight moments and mistletoe
    7.6k words | teen
    i like setting things up and then taking them in a slightly different direction than expected, which i think this fic does well. plus who doesn’t love some good christmas fluff? fairy lights and christmas carols and snow always make for a little bit of first kiss magic, and these boys definitely deserve a little more magic in their lives.


    i don’t know who has and hasn’t been tagged in this already, so if you want to do this one, do it and say i tagged you. <3