i didn't even dare to look at that one when i was making it

deathless ♚ sentence meme
  • You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
  • You are going to break your promise. I understand.
  • You’re lonely too.
  • It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
  • I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.
  • I am your servant.
  • I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.
  • For you alone I will be weak.
  • I belong here, and you will not deny me.
  • I say these things, and the world listens.
  • I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.
  • In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.
  • I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.
  • I moved the earth and the water for you.
  • You will always run away with her.
  • You will always lose her.
  • You will always be a fool.
  • You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.
  • You have already done all of this and will do it again.
  • No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
  • We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.
  • What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.
  • There need never be any rules between us.
  • Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.
  • Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.
  • I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
  • Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
  • I can’t abide a poor liar.
  • You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.
  • Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.
  • Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
  • Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.
  • In his own country, Death can be kind.
  • What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
  • Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.
  • I am no one; I am nothing.
  • Nothing in me was not made by you.
  • A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.
  • Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
  • Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
  • I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
  • If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
  • What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?
  • Don’t you dare speak to me like that.
  • I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.
  • I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.
  • I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.
  • I have learned to watch everything die.
  • I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
  • Are we not devils?
  • No one is now what they were before the war.
  • I have not seen you without your skin on.
  • Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
  • We obsess. It’s in our nature.
  • I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
  • In war you must always choose sides.
  • If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
  • We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.
  • My old bones will follow yours soon enough.
  • It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.
  • I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.
  • After love, no one is what they were before.
  • I have survived, but I have not been spared.
  • In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.
  • Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
  • It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.
  • You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.
  • You will be so beautiful when you are old.
  • I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.
  • You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.
  • I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
  • She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.
  • I still want to kiss you.
  • My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.
  • What happens to anything beautiful?
  • I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.
Bitty’s Southern

Bitty is a southern boy and as a southern girl let me tell you there are things he does that make the rest of SMH go “Ummm….what?” 

  • He says stuff that makes literal ZERO sense to the rest of the team. Mostly southern phrases etc. LIKE, “That boy is about of useless as tits on a bull.” or  if it’s raining but the sun is out Bits just says, “Devil must be beatin’ his wife.”  Everyone is confused as shit.
  • “Oh my goodness I want Chick-fil-a. BUT IT’S SUNDAY.”
  • Holster going,” Hey Bits can you hand me a coke?” and Bitty responding with, “Sure, which kind do you want? We’ve got sprite, mtn dew, dr. pepper…” BC in the south every soda is a coke.
  • “Y’all know what I miss the most about Georgia? Cheerwine. And Duke’s Mayo. You northerners keep using that hellman’s stuff or miracle whip and let me tell you. IT. IS .NOT. MAYONNAISE.”
  • “IT’S SO HOT! Summer is the WORST” “Ransom, It’s like, 70 degrees. It gets up to like 115+ in Georgia. And it’s not even humid! You hush your mouth.”
  • The first time Bitty goes to Stop & Shop with one of the guys from SMH he tells them to grab a buggy on their way in and said member stares at him for a second, “What’s a buggy?” “Oh for goodness sake. A shopping cart! We need a shopping cart!”
  • Bitty’s drunk at a kegster when he suddenly shouts, “WHO WANTS TO PLAY CORNHOLE?!” 
  • It’s New Years so of course Bitty’s making black eyed peas, collards, cornbread, ham, and a pineapple upside down cake. “It’s for luck.”
  • Bitty will be checking Facebook and be like, “Oh bless his heart.” Chowder notices him fretting over the phone so he asks what’s up “Oh it’s just one of my friend from high school’s dad.” and Chowder, being the precious person that he is, responds with, “Oh no. What happened? Is he ok?” Bitty just shakes his head, “He’s done went and fell out of the deer stand. Again. Broke his arm and bruised his pride. You think he would’ve learned his lesson after the same thing happened last huntin’ season”
  • Jack’s all dressed up in a suit or something, he has a meeting with the Falcs, “What are you all gussied up for?”
  • “Look at what all I got up at the outlet mall!!”
  • Rans/Holster/Bitty share a bathroom so I reckon this has happened at least once: “Neither of y’all go in the bathroom! I’m fixin’ to shower”  to which Holster responds, “What was that Bits? What are you fixing?” Bitty hollers from his room, arm full of clothes, “I’m fixin’ to shower!” Ransom chimes in, “I didn’t know the shower was broken!” At this point Bitty is getting frustrated,“Oh for the love of Pete! You Yankees.” He speaks slowly and pronounces each word carefully, “I am going to go take a shower so please do not go and hog the bathroom.”
  • “So I was talking to Momma and APPARENTLY Mrs. Jones, the one that lives down the road, was rude as all get out.” “Really? What’d she do?” Bitty just throws his hands up, “Momma and Coach were drivin’ back to the house and Mrs. Jones was driving in the opposite direction so of course Momma waves at her. AND SHE DIDN’T WAVE BACK.”
  • I know for a FACT that at some point Bits makes a pitcher of sweet tea, puts it in the fridge, and the boys/Lardo finds it. “What’s this?” “Oh, it’s just some tea. You want some?” So Bitty pours them a glass and approximately 2 seconds later “WHAT IS THIS? IT’S LIKE SYRUP! Bits this isn’t tea! It’s diabetes in a cup!”
  • “Just rub some bacon grease on it.”
  • “Don’t you dare pour that coffee out! I can use it for gravy!”
  • “You know what food I miss? Fried pickles. No, wait, HUSHPUPPIES. I’d kill for some right now.”

alphaandhismate  asked:

Hey Rachel got a question for ya. Do you think Stiles would feel inadequate compared to all the buff sexy werewolves and push himself​ to the breaking point trying to look like he belongs? Cause I have this headcanon where he decides to work out to make himself look like he belongs beside the wolves but it doesn't work out to well and he winds up doing more harm than good. Which upsets Derek when he finds out (because he loves the idiot but he won't admit it)

Aw I can absolutely see this. Stiles, already prone to insecurity and the feeling of not being good enough, slowly being worn down by that itching knowledge in his skull of being that he’s not as strong as any of his friends, not as attractive as any of his friends, and sure as hell not as useful as any of them, right? Sure, he’s smart. He knows that. But what the hell use is that in battle? He can’t dive in front of a bullet to keep the others from hurting, can’t stand beside the others and fight at anything close to their level.

And no matter how much he smirks at enemies’ jibes and plays off as enjoying being the group’s token human (”means I get to leave all the heavy lifting to you guys, right?”) it’s a feeling that would keep building up over time, pushing at the back of his skull every time the pack insists he be left behind on a certain mission, that he should stay where he’s safe, or gets offhandedly told he’ll just slow the others down. Every time they go running out in the preserve and he gets to sit behind and watch the car. Every time he goes out with the group and finds himself wondering what he looks like in everyone else’s eyes: this circle of beautiful beyond belief, supernaturally perfect people and then… him.

He couldn’t share his worries with the others –– Scott would get that worried look in his eyes and insist Stiles is perfect the way he is. Lydia might not share the same speed and strength as the others but she’s always been supernaturally beautiful, and she’s got her own banshee tricks to help out in a fight. So he keeps it inside, bottles it up… and he starts to push himself. Stays after school lifting weights until his limbs are wrecked from it, goes out running until his legs are shaking under him. Thinking one more lift, one more mile, one step closer to belonging.

And it starts working, too. He’s able to keep up with the pack sometimes, on their more casual runs. He’s gaining muscle, losing any last hints of baby fat. But there are hollowed shadows under his eyes too and he’s not eating enough, probably, but that’s fine. It’s fine when he wrestles with Liam and ends up with a purpled bruise blooming out across his ribs from a too-hard tackle. It’s fine that he can’t really sleep anymore because his muscles are always burning. It’s fine because he’s started looking at pictures of the group after pack events and almost seeing a group of people who fit together, not a handful of perfect people around a lanky, awkward him. Who the hell wouldn’t sacrifice a little comfort and the ability to lift his arms above his head for that?

.-

Derek’s the one who notices first, because of course he is. Drops in through the bedroom window one night like the supernatural stalking creeper he used to be, and finds Stiles collapsed to an exhausted heap against the side of his bed. Too tired and too sore to have stripped off his sweat-stained shirt or make it the extra step to lay down on it. He forces a smile when he spots Derek, but it’s more pained than it should be. Wavers at the edges. Derek ignores his opening jibe, doesn’t comment on the way Stiles tries to push himself up on unsteady palms and falters, a spasm of motion that starts and dies just as fast. Just moves silent, sits down next to him on the floor at the foot of the bed. There’s a world of words in his silence, a disapproving air Stiles can feel deep in his bones, and he finds himself saying “I’m fine,” low and head ducked, like it’s a lie.

It’s not a lie. But it’s not exactly true either, is it?

Derek’s eyes are on Stiles’ face now, flicking down his damp shirt, over his faintly trembling limbs, and it’s like he’s seeing too much suddenly, seeing through walls Stiles is too tired to pull up. People aren’t supposed to see him at this point in the day; they’re supposed to see him in the morning when he has the energy to grin and bounce and keep up with the rest of them like it’s effortless. They’re not supposed to see the tired bruises under his eyes or the way he shakes from hours of trying to hold himself at a werewolf’s level.

He wets his lips, a flash of frustration burning bitter through him.

“Look, I’m not strong like you guys.” It’s not news. It’s been a constant refrain for the past two years of his life, ever since Scott was bit and turned into a superhero sports star girl magnet and left Stiles standing awkwardly in his dust. Stiles couldn’t ask for the bite, Scott wouldn’t understand. And he doesn’t think he wants it either, not really. He doesn’t want the claws or the anchors or the pulls to the moon. He just wants to be able to keep up with them. Wants to not be the funny one in a group of supermodels. Doesn’t want to be the weak one in a group of heroes. Doesn’t want to be the one holding them back.

He bites over a frustrated sound, frowns at Derek’s faintly pinched brows, manages to lift one bone-dead arm and snaps out even more harshly: “I’m not… hot.”

It’s not the whole issue, it barely touches the issue, but it’s too much already and he scowls after he says it, daring Derek to snort or mock him or roll his eyes and agree, obviously, but that searching look only seems to sink deeper and Derek murmurs, “You’re wrong.”

Which is just… it’s worse than laughing. Because Stiles could handle people dismissing him, mocking him. He’s used to that. What he can’t take is Derek fucking Hale feeling so goddamned bad about his patheticness that he’s reduced to lying to try and comfort him.

“Oh, right, sure. I’m hot. You guys are all freaking Greek gods with all the muscle and the… faces.” He snorts, falling back against an overworked spine that protests the pressure. “You can’t even talk. You’ve always been the hottest person ever. You’ve got no idea what it’s like to be the one no one ever wants.”

Derek’s eyes flick down Stiles again, reassessing, and Stiles winces over the realization that Derek’s trying to find something, anything likable on his wiry frame.

Don’t––” He starts, because he physically cannot handle that, but Derek’s saying “You’re wrong,” again, and it’s soft and warm in a way that doesn’t sound like pity.

But Stiles doesn’t let himself feel it. The “oh yeah?” he shoots back is sure and challenging, almost smug in its confidence because maybe he’s not beautiful beyond all reason like the man next to him, maybe he’s not strong and desirable and wanted but at least he’s smart enough to realize that.

Derek lets out a growl of frustration and turns where he’s sitting, crowds in close with palms pressed to either side of Stiles’ thigh, and Stiles is on the edge of rolling his eyes because does Derek seriously think he can intimidate Stiles into changing his mind about himself, but then “you’re wrong” falls out a third time, a too-warm growl of a whisper, and Derek closes the space between their lips.

Stiles loses his conviction in the contact.

Derek’s hands move over him while they kiss, dragging soothing tips and scolding pinches over his wrecked muscles in ways that leave him groaning, touches sinking you’re beautiful and you’re wanted under his skin in ways the best words probably never could. Hands trail down to play across Stiles’ fingers, silently praising the cleverness of them. Beard-rough lips drift up to kiss across his temple and a warmth of admiration seems to melt into him with each press. And Stiles can barely move, arms aching protest as he lifts them to thread into Derek’s hair, body quivering in ways that shift between exhaustion and want.

When Derek finally leans back Stiles whimpers, wanting more but too worn down to chase him. But Derek’s watching him from inches away in the dark room, and there’s no reflected flaws in those dark eyes now. Just you’re beautiful, you’re wanted. You’re important

Stiles runs light thumbs down Derek’s beard, lets out a light laugh he barely recognizes.

“Guess I believe you,”

(And from now on, on nights when the pack goes out running, Stiles and Derek find a more interesting way to occupy themselves by the cars.)

SoulmateAU Divergent [Eric x Reader]

AN: Just a drabble I got lying around.

You traced the skin over your left ribcage, the slightly wonky but elegant cursive stood in stark contrast to your skin. You were born with those words and one day in the future, someone will say it to you and you will know that he, or she, is your soulmate.

You shoved your tank top down angrily. You hated this. You hated the fact that fate had taken your choice and chosen someone for you. You were always free-spirited, daring and reckless. You hated order and you always had a problem with authority. And to think that someone was destined for you and you for them just irked you senseless. Especially when that someone might not even be of your own faction.

Shrugging on a jacket, you exited your house and went to the roof to wait for the train. You have a test today.

You jumped off the train and rolled to your feet, years of habit making the action flawless. You saw your friends already heading to the lines and made your way over to them.

“What’d you guys think the test is gonna be?” You asked as Lia wrapped her arm around your shoulder. Alya on her other side shook her head. “I don’t know. But I heard someone got so scared a few years back and had a heart attack!”

Both you and Lia turned to your best friend, expressions incredulous. When Alya burst into laughter, you rolled your eyes.

The three of you walked, slowly navigating through your peers as you entered the building for a brief talk about Chicago’s history and the formation of the factions. You were about to enter the room when you collided with a tall body clad in blue.

“Watch where you’re going, Dauntless!”

You looked up into hard slate blue eyes and glared. 

“Make me, Erudite!”

The moment those words left your lips, a hot searing pain erupted from your side. You gasp, stepping away from Lia and clutching your ribcage. The boy in front of you was almost in the same position except that he was clutching his right arm. The pained expressions on your face was mirrored in his.

And then, it was over. Straightening up, you saw him lifting his sleeve up. There, wrapped around his bicep was your words. The words that came out of your mouth just seconds ago. Realization hit you harder than Big Bo’s power punch. It was him. Bile rose up from your stomach and you nearly turned green. But then, one of the test officials pushed you into the room and him into the room next to you.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Lia asked.

You sat down but your attention was not on the film being played out in front of you. Frantic, you pulled up the hem of your tank top to reveal your tattoo, Seared on your skin and marking you as bonded forever. You looked at your friends.

“Fuck!”

Sleep didn’t come to you that night, both from anxiety and excitement. You didn't​ see him again until the next day. You had already been called and you had already chosen your faction. The sting of the silver knife felt like nothing after you heard​ your blood sizzling on the coals and the roar of your brothers and sisters behind you.

And then, came the Erudites’ turn. One by one was called and to you it was just white noise. Until, Jeannine’s voice called out a name and you froze.

“Eric Coulter.”

You watched him like he was the only person there, cataloging everything about him. From his long blond hair, tied in a ponytail, to his broad shoulders all the way to his confident gait. You held a breath when he cut himself and watched him stand between the coals of Dauntless and the clear water of Erudite.

He turned a fraction and his eyes roved up the Dauntless section until they landed on you. You kept his gaze but your hand was clenching Alya’s. Then, a smirk tugged at his lips and the spell broke. Your gaze hardened and your jaw clenched.

He turned back to the bowls and let his blood drip on the coals.

anonymous asked:

Hey Gray! I love your blog :D I was wondering if you could do this request: RFA+Minor trio reacting to MC's and their own child being bullied in front of them (like maybe the bullies didn't see them RIGHT THERE) for being chubby but the daughter/son is like really chill and hits them with a 'I'm used to it it's ok' thank you :DD I'll request more now!! Good luck with your blog and excuse my english lolol

Hey now, you’re an all star I’m so sorry nobody is allowed to apologize for their English on this blog. You’re really good with it, so don’t worry at all! English is a bitch to learn, and if anyone judges you I will f i g h t. Also, no matter how many other blogs I’ve seen in the past, I still don’t know who makes up the minor trio. I’ve seen it mentioned a lot, and I always assumed it’s Jaehee, V, and Saeran. If it’s someone else, I’ll gladly write for them, too! (Dialogue of fat-shaming in Jaehee’s. Just a heads up!)


Yoosung:

  • He had to pick up your kid from school one day because he got off from work early
  • Yoosung drove there just a little too early when he saw your child getting harassed by three other kids
  • oh no
  • nonononono
  • Instead of just driving up, he parked that damn car and walked up
  • Just far enough so they thought he was a highschooler  even if hes older hes still small you can fight me on this
  • Once he was in earshot, his only thought was how dare they
  • The things they were saying were downright disgusting to him
  • Yoosung walked right up and tapped one of them on the shoulder
  • “Hey there buddy boy, I’m going to ask, no, tell you to kindly leave and never speak to my child again”
  • Your kid just kinda bip bopped along with him after he turned to leave after the kids had given half-hearted apologies
  • “Hey, Dad?” “What? Do you want ice cream? We can go. If you want to talk, we can do that, too” “I just wanted to say that you didn’t need to do that. What they said is pretty normal for me”
  • oh hell no
  • Yoosung just nodded slightly “But it doesn’t have to be” “It’s just like that, but can we still get ice cream?” “Yep! Just don’t tell, MC!” “Will you promise not to tell them about my school either? I don’t want them worried, since you seem to be”
  • So they went out to a small shop that wasn’t too far away from your home and talked about animals
  • Then once they got home, you could see him looking concerned at your child when the put their bag from school up
  • He went to his office and typed out an email
  • Turns out, he got the three kids suspended
  • PTA Dad Yoosung won’t stand for that shit
  • Didn’t tell MC because he promised

Zen:

  • You can’t tell me he’s not a PTA dad either
  • Sure, practice sometimes doesn’t allow him to go to every meeting
  • But you know he’s ready to fight Nancy at the bake sale because what were those brownies, Jesus, Nancy
  • aNYWAYS, you both had to go to one of those lame ass schools fairs
  • you couldn’t say no to your kid because those puppy eyes reminded you of Zen’s
  • You were waiting in line for food while Zen was buying tickets for things and you let your child go off with their friends
  • Then the yelling started dAMMIT, ZEN
  • “How dare you talk to my child like that?” “Well, um, sir-” “No, I’m not hearing it from you, young man” “I want to say-” “Not you either, young lady!”
  • Zen walked back with your kid in tow and he was fuming
  • “MC! Can we leave? There’s much better food at the restaurant we passed” “Only if you tell me what happened, because it looks like our daughter is perfectly fine” “No, she is nOT. They were making fun of her weight! How dare they insult our princess” “Zen, You sound like a script right now, calm down”
  • Your child just mumbled, “Well, that’s what happened during school anyways”
  • Turning around so quickly that you got bitch-slapped by his hair, he looked at your kid
  • He was n o t having this shit
  • “Who cares if you’ve got squish? There’s just more to love! Those kids are douchebags” “Zen-” “As long as you’re comfortable with you, there’s no issue. If you feel bad because of that snotbag, I will find out who his mom is and raise hell” “Zen-” “That one girl looked like her mom runs a drug cartel. I should know, too, because her mom is probably Bethany” “Hyun!”
  • He turned back towards you flashing a slightly awkward smile
  • “MC, that boy was a beast
  • “Not this again” Well, damn, if your kid is sick of it, he probably should be, too
  • You ended up leaving after your kid was done with his shit wanted to leave
  • He may or may not have raised a little hell on the board
  • Gave a two minute monologue on bullying at the monthly meeting

Jaehee: (Good end and after end spoilers)

  • Your son liked to hang around the café after school was done with a few friends
  • He came in one day with several people, a few being ones you recognized
  • You were taking orders and Jaehee was wiping down tables along with picking up dishes
  • cue dramatic plate falling when she overheard their conversation
  • “Maybe your clothes wouldn’t be so big if your  parents didn’t bake so much for you” “He’s right. All those pastries can’t be that great. Especially with how little you do in PE” “Maybe stop eating all of your lun-”
  • “Excuse me, but who are you, ma’am?” “Just a friend of this kid” “Get out of this café” “Who are you? Where’s the manager?”
  • “Mom, it’s fi-” “I’m Mrs. Kang, the owner of this establishment, and the disgusting comments you are making are towards my son. Leave
  • The girl turned bright red and moved to gather her things
  • Jaehee’s badass arm stopped her from properly getting up
  • “I thought it was heavily implied that you were to apologize”
  • She was downright glaring at this kid
  • You paused when nobody else was at the counter and turned your attention to what was going down
  • This look wasn’t even reserved for customers who threw orders at her
  • Once the girl left after having to repeat her apology several times, all the others followed, trying not to maintain eye contact with Jaehee
  • She slid in the booth across from your son and had a lengthy discussion about what was wrong for people to say
  • Jaehee had had enough in her life getting treated awfully, so your kid wasn’t allowed to have any of that
  • That night, you had to talk her out of fighting that kid
  • “Jaehee, that’s assault” “MC, it’s justice

Seven:

  • He was dicking around with the security system at your kid’s school
  • It’s not stalking if its not obsessive
  • The system’s visual aspect may not be strong, but the audio was pretty okay
  • Seven just wanted to hear what your child was doing after the bell had rung (I had to look up if it was rung or rang just now)
  • As soon as he heard what a person was saying that was most definitely not your child, he was ready to f i g h t
  • Your kid came back from school that day and went to greet him
  • He may or may not have turned around in an office chair dramactically
  • “So who’s Jun Ho? He sounds like a real biiiii-I mean, jerkwad” “How do you know who he is? He’s in one of my classes.” “Some teacher emailed me saying he was being rude to you. Making remarks on your appearance or something” “Oh, yeah, he does that a lot. It stopped bugging me awhile ago”
  • Red Alert: How About No?
  • “He shouldn’t be saying things like that in the first place. Why do you even talk to him?” “Jun Ho gives me food” “As much as I love food, you should never be degraded to get it” “But it’s soda, and I can’t take that to school” “You won’t get in trouble if no one finds out. That’s besides the point. Can you please drop that douuu-um, that trashcan? You don’t deserve to be told anything that’s negative about yourself that isn’t constructive”
  • Your kid just tried to assure him that It’s Fine, Dad but it most definitely Was Not
  • So then he went into every social media account he could find of Jun Ho’s and left some lovely messages and photos for the kid to find later

Jumin:

  • you know this motherfucker sent your kid to a private school
  • He didn’t realize that not every person would be magically nice to eachother
  • Just let him believe
  • Jumin was content with that for awhile until The Incident
  • Your son was walking back into your home as he was video chatting people at a party
  • For some reason, their conversation dropped off to what sports people were playing and some dumbass in the background made a rude remark to your kid
  • Jumin walked over and took the phone from your son’s hand and got the attention of the teenagers
  • holy shit, that was the dude that their parents made those important business deals with
  • that suit is probably worth more than all my organs
  • damn, he looks like he’s about ready to fail all of us in a class
  • Please refrain from ever contacting this phone ever again. Your words are unappreciated by myself”
  • Your son was desperately trying to mute him repeating that it was all okay
  • Jumin was still drilling these kids
  • “Furthermore, it is not any of your business to inquire about an individual’s health whatsoever. I will have you make good note that everything in this household is meticulously organized, so no, you’re not ‘concerned for his health’ or any other excuse that is as incompetent as yourselves. Have a good evening”
  • Sassy Jumin snapping that hang up button
  • Then he held out the phone to your son that took it nervously
  • “You’re never to speak to them again” “Dad, I-” “No, it is absolutely not fine. You will not be told that just because you’re not of the bare minimum weight, that you are any less of a human being. You are to be respected. If you are to speak to any of your classmates, please inform them that all business deals with their families will end soon.”
  • He most definitely called all of their parents that evening to tell them of these changes
  • Blocked every number he could
  • Also made sure that any future advertisements that were made by any department were to be inclusive of plus-size models

V:

  • There was a new museum and he was invited to attend it’s opening with his family
  • No way this Cotton Candy Man could say no when your daughter got excited at the mention of an artist she loved that was to have an exhibit showcased
  • Everyone had gotten dressed up for the occasion, including V in a snazzy I’m so sorry that I use that word suit, yourself in comfortable formal wear, and your daughter wearing a tighter blouse with a skirt
  • What she wore didn’t bug you or Jihyun, whatever made her the most loving to herself was fine by you
  • The three of you had walked in and were walking around to greet other guests and enjoy hors d'oeuvres
  • Your daughter walked off to admire the paintings until who you recognized as one of her fellow students walked up to her
  • There was no use in eavesdropping so you continued to walk as V walked into the room of the pieces
  • He honestly didn’t notice them until he could hear your child’s voice
  • Then he noticed what the other party was saying
  • Calm Dad walked over to them and apologized for his interruption in the conversation to tell off the student for what they were saying about your daughter’s outfit
  • “Hey, Dad, Mi Na wasn’t bothering me” “Then she was bothering me. Mi Na, please refrain from speaking negatively about my daughter’s appearance in the future. I assure you that whatever clothing she wishes to wear will not effect you”
  • You looked over to see the “Bitch, you ain’t shit” smile on his face and got interested to see what was going on
  • He explained to you the situation then spoke to your daughter again with a short lecture on Why She Was Perfect and Why People Suck
  • Got the girl kicked out from the museum afterwards
  • To make it up, even though “It was fINE, DAD,” V was able to get artwork from the artist your daughter was so excited to see

Saeran:

  • this one’s going to do with an ice cream parlor I’m sorry
  • He agreed to go on a family outing as long as the crowds weren’t too big
  • Hey, if you made it this far, don’t mess it up
  • To his favorite ice cream parlor first!
  • None of you cared if it was eleven am
  • It was always time for ice cream
  • While you three were waiting in line, your child noticed that the person scooping was the dickbag of an upperclassman that had been harassing them for a couple of weeks
  • Saeran noticed how they acted and offered to get a table with them so that it would fit into conversation easily
  • They nodded and went with them so that he could ask what happened
  • Your kid told him that the boy at the counter was giving him shit for his weight and that “It’s perfectly fine”
  • Then Saeran was p i s s e d
  • He assured them that they were perfectly fine as long as they liked themselves
  • Saeran then offered for them to go back in the line where you were ordering your food
  • Your child was slightly anxious as to what he’d do to the worker
  • He glared at that upperclassman so strongly that you thought he had killed Saeran’s joy in life
  • Considering how much Saeran loved his new family, he pretty much did, so the kid deserved to be scared for half a minute
  • He then smiled at you when you handed a cone to him and you sat down with the three of you eating happily
  • Saeran noticed the glances he was getting but didn’t mind them
  • He glared at the kid again for good measure when he held open the door

I’m sorry that this took me so long! Also, no offense if your name is Nancy or Bethany. They’re just my go to PTA Mom names. I’m going to try to get at least two requests up each day. I hope that this was to your satisfaction, but I’ll happily fix anything if you see fit. Much love to you all!

College Party Head Canons - Haikyuu!! Version

AN: Since I responded to the first anon about drinking and being sad about Ushijima, I thought about hcs of what some of the older characters would be like at a party LOL THIS ISN’T THE EVENT I WANTED TO PLAN, THO, SO NO WORRIES, this is just something fun and small

for some reason I only did HQ characters I’m sorry but if you want KnB characters, too, lemme know LOL

WARNING: Alcohol mention!

pls drink responsibly


akaashi

  1. Was dragged along against his will because Bokuto really wanted to go
  2. Has never drank alcohol before, let alone go to a party
  3. Stumbled upon punch and had at least 5 cups and on his way to the 6th he was like, “Bokuto-san, I think there’s something wrong with this drink….”
  4. And Bokuto’s like, “Akaashi! How many cups of jungle juice have you had!?”
  5. And Akaashi’s like, “This juice is from the jungle?”
  6. Looooves kissing, so he’ll be giving kisses left and right.
  7. He can surprisingly handle himself well, so despite being his first time, he’s well off, but Bokuto has to help him walk a little bit.
  8. He’s more talkative when drunk, but otherwise more or less same. Smiles a bit more, if anything.

bokuto

  1. The one that hogs the beer pong table and remains “king of the court”
  2. He’s the overly friendly “host-of-the-house-but-not-really” guy that tilts your head back and puts the bottle to your mouth to drink.
  3. Fully believes in liquid courage to talk to people he finds attractive.
  4. Drinks more when he gets rejected LOL
  5. Very cuddly to everyone! It’s very cute, actually. Everyone at the party enjoys Bokuto’s hugs and little kisses.
  6. Is the tank out of the whole group; he can outdrink everyone and still be literate, aside from Ushihima (it takes Ushijima a loootttt to feel anything)
  7. Bokuto’s just a wildcard and the type of drunk he is really depends on his mood. If he had a good day, he’ll be very affectionate and still just as loud, but if he’s not feeling well, he’ll spend a lot of the time in the bathroom crying with Akaashi and Kuroo waiting outside the door.

iwaizumi

  1. He’s very sensitive to hard liquor, but a tank with beer. Two shots and he’s done, but he needs like ten beers to feel something.
  2. A bit of a wallflower when it comes to parties, mostly because he doesn’t care for dancing or hooking up.
  3. Stumbles around to find the best partner skills-wise to play beer pong with.
  4. Even when drunk, he gets nervous going into the closet to make out with someone for 7 minutes, but he never regrets going in. He got a blow job once.
  5. Thinks drunk sex is the best sex he’s ever had. Because of that, if he finds someone he likes, he’ll be whispering dirty things in their ear as they talk and tries to take people home.
  6. At one party, the house owners owned a cat, and he stayed with the cat the whole night while Kuroo fetched his alcohol for him.
  7. He’s the “acting tough” drunk, trying to convince everyone that he’s all right. Most likely to be carried out by Bokuto and Kuroo while Oikawa opens the door to a Lyft LOL

kuroo

  1. Definitely making out with someone within minutes of everyone coming in.
  2. If he’s not making out with someone, he’ll be facillitating or playing a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven, Truth or Dare, or Spin the Bottle.
  3. Does beer bongs for fun because he’s weird like that.
  4. Likes to throw out compliments to everyone he sees; “You look great in that dress~”, “Your hair looks so good today~”, “You’re so cute and pink from the alcohol~!” He likes to whisper them veeerryy closely in your ear.
  5. Eats all the snacks.
  6. Wears a bro tank because he knows the house is gonna be warm with all the body heat, but he doesn’t mind.
  7. He’s also the affectionate drunk, but the nsfw affectionate LOL but he can’t help it! Because he likes hugging everyone, his actions look like he’s a wobbly drunk.

oikawa

  1. The eye candy of the party; everyone wants to be taken home by this man heh.
  2. The socialite; he likes to say his hellos to everyone before grabbing a drink.
  3. Spends most of his time on the dance floor grinding and dancing with everyone.
  4. The lightweight LOL he can only handle a few drinks at a time.
  5. After those few drinks, he likes to give everyone kisses on the cheek because he’s so happy!
  6. Takes lots of pictures and snapchats of the party to show everyone what they’re missing out.
  7. Uses beer pong as a scheme to get close to someone he thinks is cute.
  8. He’ll kiss/make out with people at the party, but refuses to “take someone home” unless they’re a friend.
  9. He’s very giggly and cute when he’s drunk. His words slur a little, but his smile is so big and bright!

terushima

  1. Oh, man, is this guy the life of the party or what.
  2. He likes to be the dj at parties because he likes being the center of attention.
  3. Isn’t really into hard liquor, so he’ll take a beer. Loves shotgunning beers.
  4. Participates in 7 Mins/T or D/Spin the Bottle, also. Personally, he prefers 7 Mins in Heaven because he can do a lot more in 7 minutes.
  5. He’s the one in everyone’s snapchat stories because he’s super cool and everyone knows who he is.
  6. The one that knows all the cool dance moves so he kills it and hypes it up on the dance floor
  7. Terushima knows what he wants, so when he sees someone he likes, he has tunnel vision and sets his eyes on them and stays with them the entire night until he can crack them with his charm.
  8. To be honest, even when drunk, he’s almost exactly the same. Sometimes people can’t tell if he’s drunk or not because he doesn’t change.

ushijima

  1. This little shit is a tank in its truest form. It takes so much to get him to feel anything. Sometimes he leaves the party that way and he gets pouty and disappointed.
  2. More interested in the drinking games because of his naturally competitive nature.
  3. Doesn’t like beer and doesn’t like mixed drinks because they’re not strong enough and he always has to pee, so he prefers hard liquor.
  4. Outdrinks anyone and everyone. No one dares to challenge him because they enjoy their life.
  5. When he does feel something, he gets louder and more talkative. His form of affection is slinging his arm around someone’s shoulder and leaning on them a little bit for support.
  6. If he sees someone he likes at a party, he kabedons them because he doesn’t know social skills LOL
  7. His wildest story was taking over the 7 Mins in Heaven closet and spending waaay more than 7 mins with someone in there ~
  8. Always makes Goshiki the designated driver
  9. As a drunk, he whines a lot for some reason? He, too, is a nsfw affectionate drunk.

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to an MC who just got stung by a wasp or bee? I recently got stung by a wasp and now my hand is all swollen ^^;;

Oh no! I consider myself lucky because I have yet to bee stung (hahahahah get it) and I hope I never will that shit looks painful T.T Did you clean the wound properly? Apparently honey really helps to soothe stings, but don’t use it if you’re allergic! I hope you get better soon ~

Also sorry but for now even if it’s a long post, I’m not going to put anything under a cut. I don’t want to risk losing any more of my stuff =.=

-Sevensity




Yoosung:

Happened to my bro when he was like 8, we were in my Gradmother’s garden and wanted to catch butterflies, so my bro saw a bumblebee and he was like “it’s fuzzy, colorful, and flies…therefore it’s a butterfly” bless his soul

  • Summer had arrived, and with it came a clear, breezy day, that weather where the sun warms you up but the wind cools you down at just the right moment
  • It was a perfect time to go butterfly catching
  • So collected your net, sunscreen, food, and one (1) Yoosung before precipitating yourself towards a nearby park
  • Tbh he didn’t really want to participate because he’s scared of hurting the butterflies oh my god hold me back this boy is so precious
  • But he was fine cheering you on from the sidelines, after all your happiness is his happiness
  • It wasn’t long before you spotted a Monarch butterfly perched atop a nearby flower bush, and in one fell swoop, you catch it in your net
  • Yoosung is like woah that’s my girl look at her what a pro
  • But you hadn’t thought that there might be other small critters lying among the flowers
  • So as you reached over to close the net, you felt a sharp pain in the meaty part of your palm
  • Yoosung appeared right beside you before you could even start to cry, pulling an emergency med kid out of his backpack as he took your hand in his and begins to treat your wound
  • “It’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing your brow.  Although Yoosung was a bit nervous since the love of his life was in pain, his words were so soft and soothing that as they washed over you, the pain gradually faded and you were left with nothing but the warmth of his hand over yours
  • For the next few days, Yoosung constantly checked up on you, and told you to limit the use of your hand
  • He applied ointment to prevent any swelling and discomfort, and basically just took such good care of you the wound vanished in a few days
  • You lowkey wanted to become an animal just so that you could visit Doctor Yoosung and have him treat you


Zen:

  • It was quite simple really, you were crouched in front of a flower bed, smelling their sweet fragrance, while Zen sat beside you, thinking about how much you looked like a flower fairy
  • But then a bee sorta plopped onto your thigh, and in your surprise, you tried to brush it off, but the bee ended up stinging you before it fell onto the ground
  • Your yelp of pain brought Zen back from his reverie, and he cradled you against his chest, asking you why you were suddenly crying
  • Babe I think something stung me and it really hurts
  • He went from 1 to 100 real quick, his eyes blazing in fury as he tried to find The Villainous One Who Injured My Princess™
  • He’s all like @ bee: (ง'̀-‘́)ง come at me u ‘lil bitch
  • Zen the bee is already quite dead
  • He whisked you away towards the nearest first aid station, and held onto you the entire time you were getting the sting cleaned up and covered
  • Insisted that he carry you home, because he seemed to be under the impression that if you walked, your leg might fall off
  • Once you got home, he placed you on the couch and ordered you to stay put for the rest of the day
  • But he knelt before you and…
  • Being the romantic bastard (I use this word in a nice way here don’t hate me) he is, Zen lifted your leg up to his lips and kissed the bandage
  • “From now on, I will not lose to anything.  No human, nor bug, nor any other formidable foe will ever hurt you again, be they large or small.”
  • I mean as sweet as that sounds, just imagine Zen hovering around you with an aerosol can in his hand whenever you go outside, constantly spraying bug repellent everywhere so it just sorta hangs around you like a cloud
  • Are you trying to poison me Zen do you really wanna pull some Romeo and Juliet shit Zen are you really that dramatic Zen

Jaehee:

  • At first, the both of you thought that adding tables outside the cafe for customers to use was a good idea
  • But neither of you thought of the horrible things leftover sweets attracted
  • One day, while you were clearing up a table littered with half-eaten cake on a side not who dares not finish their cake why would you even consider such a thing???, you picked up a plate an immediately dropped it after feeling something stabbing your finger
  • The plate shattered against the ground, and you felt your heart beating in your index finger
  • Jaehee never heard you cuss so loud
  • She rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, and saw you clutching your hand, face red and eyes watering
  • Now Jaehee is smart, with just a single look, she can tell exactly what’s wrong
  • Baehee ushered you inside, telling you not to worry about the plate, not to worry about your finger, not to worry about anything because she is there and will take care of you
  • She apologized to the customers, saying that she had something important to take care of, and wouldn’t be available for a few minutes
  • In a flash, she had everything laid out and ready to use, carefully pulling out the wasp’s stinger, wrapping a hand towel around your finger before giving you ice
  • You felt bad for disrupting both of your work, but she again told you to stop fretting
  • She made you stay behind for half an hour, until the ice was almost completely gone, before allowing you to come back again
  • Though she insisted that you only use one had , and limit yourself to the smaller tasks
  • When you both went home that day, Jaehee settled you on her couch and declared that she was going to feed you herself
  • But Jaehee I have two hands you know
  • She wouldn’t hear any of it though
  • “Fine, then how about you use your other hand to feed me in turn?”
  • It turned into a fluff fest and ended with both of you giggling hard, chocolate pudding smeared across both of your faces, cheeks flushed, that day’s incident long forgotten 
  • Mmh and then Jaehee offered to “clean up” the pudding on your face, and so another sort of fest begun


Jumin:

  • I’m like 700% sure that he’s already safe-proofed his entire penthouse
  • There are no bugs, no critters to be seen anywhere, even out in the garden, the only insects you see are the harmless ones
  • I guess with money, anything really is possible
  • EXCEPT, bees
  • Jumin was aware how important bees were for the environments as well as his garden, so he allowed the existence of bees to continue in his otherwise no-bug haven
  • But this led him to the fake belief that bees were completly harmless creatures
  • I mean for the most part they are but accidents still occur
  • And an accident was exactly what happened when you wandered too close to a bee hive
  • Luckily, you managed to escape with only one sting (actually I heard that even if you aren’t allergic at first, if you’re stung multiple times you can develop an allergy and die???) but it still caused enough pain to make you tear up
  • Jumin Mental Equation: You+Crying+Swollen Arm= MC has a fatal illness
  • Rushed you to the hospital despite your complains
  • Jumin I need tweezers and an ice pack, not an X-Ray and an IV
  • Did feel a bit embarrassed when the doctor told  him it’s just a bee sting
  • He had his arm around you the entire day after that, except when you fell asleep in the afternoon
  • When you woke up, Jumin was nowhere to be seen
  • The guards said he was in the garden
  • As you approached that place, you heard his voice talking to someone
  • You peaked around the corner and
  • Ju MIN??!
  • This dude was wearing a beekeeper outfit, in a cutesy kitten pattern to boot
  • But what shocked you the most was that he was trying to have a discussion with the bee hive
  • Or maybe, telling the bees off for hurting you was more accurate
  • Which did nothing but aggravate said bees, who were now swarming around him in a rather angry manner
  • Jumin you’re an absolute dork but that’s part of the reason why I adore you so much


V:

  • Really though, unless he’s there with you when it happens, the blind man will not notice your injuries, even if you happened to get your head chopped off
  • That’s really sad actually
  • When you were out in the garden tending he flowers and got stung by a wasp, it hurt, but you were adamant about not letting V find out
  • Imagine how he would feel if you got hurt but he wasn’t there beside you?
  • So you were biting your lip, fighting back tears as you rushed to treat yourself, when V came in
  • “Sweetheart? What are you doing?” he asked after hearing you rummaging around in the cabinets for tweezers.
  • “Ah, um, nothing!”
  • He reached out for you, and instinctively you did the same
  • V’s fingers brushed against your swelling forearm, and felt you flinch away
  • He froze
  • “”Did you…did you injure yourself?”
  • “It’s…it’s nothing major, just a wasp sting.”
  • “Oh my God, MC I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize before, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice your pain.
  • The poor boy looked like he was about to cry, and clutched at his fkn gorgeous hair in distress
  • See this is exactly what I mean the poor man blames himself too much
  • You assured him that it was all okay, that you knew how to take care of your own wounds, and that if he wanted to make you feel better, he could stay near you
  • But after that incident, V suddenly decided to get the surgery
  • “What happens if something like this happens again,” he said, “I want to be able to prevent you from getting hurt again.”


Seven:

This happened to my friend in the same situation (except it was in a towel fort me and my friends had made),  we all found it so hilarious that even though she was crying from the pain, she still laughed along with us. What a touching story excuse me while I wipe away my tears

  • You managed to convince him to go to a public pool with you
  • Now this place had a really big grassy area with lots of shade, so you decide to sit down
  • But unluckily for you, you only wore your bathing suit and had your towel wrapped around your shoulders
  • And even more unluckily for you, there was a bumblebee bumbling around in your choice area to sit
  • Naturally, the little fuzzy fella was squashed to death, but not before his stinger was neatly lodged in your butt cheek
  • SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING OWWWW!!!!!!
  • The Defender of Justice Magically Appears!! He just kind of blinked at you while you were feeling up your butt tho
  • “Do you need some help with that, miss?”
  • Immediately became concerned when he saw you crying though, and pulled you into a tight embrace
  • “Honey what’s wrong?”
  • “S-Seven…I think I sat on a bumblebee.”
  • You felt him tense up
  • Then you felt him start to quiver
  • Bastard you better not be doing what I think you’re doing
  • Sure enough, Seven was trying to suppress his laughter, but when you pouted at him, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore
  • “Ahahaha! You sat on a bumblebee! I wonder what the view was like from down there…what did it see in it’s last moments? I bet it was a glorious sight to behold.”
  • You cheeky bastard pun 117% intended
  • Rest assured though, he gave you the best first aid care, especially given the location of your wound
  • After all was said done, Seven sighed wistfully and said, “But in all honesty, letting a bumblebee go somewhere so private…are you sure you weren’t having an affair?” also reference 249% intended
  • “No?”
  • “Good,” he says, leaning closer to your ear. “You better not bee.”
  • That night y’all watched The Bee Movie and he frequently whispered “That could be us but you playin’.”
  • What exactly he was insinuating, you did not know.


Saeran:

  • You went out to his favorite ice cream stall on a sweltering summer day
  • He went back for seconds while you waited at a nearby bench
  • Your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned forward towards your half-eaten cone, so you lifted a hand to brush the locks back and –
  • OUCH!
  • You hadn’t noticed, but a sneaky wasp had flown into your hair, and you’d accidentally squished it a bit between your hair and collarbone
  • Real talk: when you get any sort of injury directly over bone, it fucking hurts
  • So when Saeran came back to see you crying, he was floored
  • Did I make her wait too long? Did someone hurt her? Did- wait what the hell is that?
  • He took one look at the swelling on your collarbone and decided that someone had tried to kill you
  • Ah Saeran, I’ve met a lot of people before who jump to the most unlikely conclusions possible but you reaaally take the cake
  • Though your tears weren’t something he wanted to see, so anxiously he patted your head and asked what happened
  • You explained to him, that you think you were stung by a wasp
  • Like Zen, Saeran looked around, trying to find someone to fight
  • Saeran who gives a damn about the wasp this sting hurts like a bitch
  • Tol bean wasn’t sure what to do though. There wasn’t no one to beat up, he he didn’t know how to take care of a wasp sting, and your crying was just making him want to cry
  • So Saeran, in a flurry, grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him
  • “It’s okay,” he said, “I know someone who can help. Just hang in there, okay?”
  • Saeran pls stop talking like I’m mortally wounded
  • With that he took off at break-neck speed in the direction of who knows where, pulling you along in his wake but shit this guy can go
  • Yeah, you still felt the throbbing pain beneath your neck, but Saeran ran so fast your were practically flying through the air behind him
  • A few minutes later, you found yourself at Yoosung’s doorstep, Saeran spamming the doorbell until a disheveled looking ray of sunshine boy opened the door
  • Without much grace due to his sheer panic, Saeran shoved you in front of him and yelled, “Please, help me! I don’t know what to do!”
  • When things calmed down a bit and the circumstances explained, Yoosung showed Saeran how to clean a sting wound, how to properly remove a leftover stinger as well as remedies to soothe the affected area
  • Yoosung teaching Saeran new thing, and Saeran absorbing it all with shining eyes was a really effective painkiller
  • Lol it was almost worth getting stung just to witness this moment 

This is for @marvelingjules because today is her birthday!

You should all head over and tell her to have a wonderful day because she is awesome and deserves to have all the best days.

Jules wanted some angsty, h/c ironfalcon story with a happy end, so this is what she gets. I hope you enjoy it and I wish you the best birthday ever! (Watch out for the cut)


Integrity.

Those were the words tattooed over Tony’s heart and ever since he had known what they meant he was looking forward to meeting his soulmate.

He had thought that maybe Rhodey would be it, back in MIT, and since Rhodey had ‘spoiled’ on his thigh, it would have fit and all, but nothing came of it. They kissed to really make it clear that they weren’t it for each other and that had been that.

Now Tony was a superhero and there were a lot more people who that word would fit. Every superhero had to have some kind of integrity, doing what they did, and there were at least two people who had integrity as their defining streak, but really, Tony only wanted one of them.

And that was never gonna happen, because Tony had seen Sam’s word and it didn’t describe him.

Valiant. It was such an old-fashioned sentiment, and Tony was pretty sure there was only one person in the tower who fit that word and it sure as hell wasn’t Tony.

Keep reading

The girl worked somewhere on the same street as his shop and walked by every morning with a coffee in hand. There had been a day, months ago, when he’d just finished cleaning up a spilled bouquet. She’d been walking by and he offered her the flower. It had been empty flirting. She was pretty, he’d been standing there with a flower in hand and she had made eye contact so he’d given it to her.

It had become a tradition. A little thirty second conversation every morning when he offered her some flower he’d chosen for her. He’d pick them out the night before while he was cutting the new stock or first thing in the morning when he was arranging the bouquets that would go out to be sold as-is. Sometimes it was something cheap and simple like a daisy or a bit of baby’s breath but sometimes he’d find a rose or a heavy headed gardenia that would catch his attention and he’d set it aside for her.

Sometimes she would ask questions and he’d get an extra few seconds with her as he talked about zinnas and she spun the bloom in her fingers. Other days she would ask him to tuck it into her hair. She always gave him a smile like he was the best thing she could imagine.

She wore tight jeans that hung low on her hips, shirts that slipped sideways off her shoulders when she moved, boots that looked like they’d be hard to walk in. Her hair was a brilliant white that had to come from expensive dyes. She had tattoos along her shoulders and the little pieces of her back he had seen. Bright colours in geometric patterns. She even had marks on her face that should have looked ridiculous but somehow, she made it elegant. She was gorgeous.

He would drop hints, flirt a little harder some days than others but she wasn’t interested. She smiled and laughed and was so happy to have a flower but he couldn’t get any flash of real interest from her. He could have asked her out but doing that when she wasn’t interested would mean losing this adorable little morning ritual. It didn’t need to be romantic to be good. It made her day and it made him smile and those two things were enough.

“How do you take your coffee?” she asked one morning as he tucked a pink rosebud into her hair.

“My coffee?”

“Or tea? Or orange juice?”

“I like my coffee black, with lots of sugar,” he said, “Why?”

“I’m going to bring you one tomorrow.”

And she did as she promised. She showed up the next morning with a coffee cup and somehow that became part of it. She would linger by his door, drinking her coffee while he finished setting up the displays and wrapping the bouquets.

“Where do you work?” he asked.

“Nearby.”

“I’m smart enough to figure out that much, thank you,” he said. “I meant which shop.”

“I work at the tattoo parlour on the corner,” she said.

Fora little while, it was enough to have those few minutes in the morning where they would trade a flower for a cup of coffee and she would make conversation about nothing and everything.

“Where are you from?” he asked one day.

“I’ve got an apartment near the park,” she said.

“I meant. You’ve got an accent, did you grow up here?”

“No.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Three years,” she said. She was spinning the flower he’d given her between her fingers. It was a little uneven so it had gone into a discard pile but she liked anything that wasn’t a solid colour and the sunset pinks and oranges were the type of thing to make her smile. She had been thrilled by it but now she fiddled with the stem enough to make him worry that she would break it.

“Do you like it?”

“Some parts,” she glanced up at him and he let himself imagine for a moment that it meant something but then her gaze moved on, “I miss home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Are you a refugee?”

“I suppose I am, yes,” she said.

She didn’t expand or explain and the conversation had moved on and she was on her way to work before he could figure out how to phrase it to dig for more information. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to know her favourite colour and whether she was ticklish and what her opinions on politics were and whether or not she liked mushrooms on her pizza. He was falling for her a little harder every time they spoke.

That was what made him more daring. She hadn’t responded to any of his verbal flirting so he started flirting a little more physically. She hadn’t said no but she also hadn’t said yes so he tried to be as reserved as he could be. He touched her hand when he took the cup of coffee and he played with her hair as he tucked the flower into it.

She didn’t say a word about it but this she returned. She tilted her head and leaned in when he touched her hair. She caught him by surprise one morning when she showed up a little bit early and she reached around him to put the coffee on the table in front of him so for a brief moment, she had her arm around his waist. She would cross her arms and mimic him when he stood considering a bouquet that didn’t balance the way he wanted it to. Sometimes she would get a little closer and stand right at his shoulder so they were almost touching.

“Can I ask your advice?” he said one morning.

“Of course,” she said.

“I want to ask out this girl but she only seems interested about half the time and I don’t know if asking her out will just ruin a perfectly good friendship,” he said.

She looked at him and he held her gaze until he was very very sure that she understood what he was asking.

“She’s probably just a little socially inept,” she said.

“That could be it.”

“You should ask,” she said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“You think so?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He finished tucking the flower into her hair. Ok, he stopped playing with her hair. The flower was in place long before he stepped back.

“Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

“Yes.”

He laughed and she caught his face in one hand and turned his chin up so she could kiss him.

the actual premise that I didn’t write: Instead of getting sealed into the Castle of Lions, Allura gets launched out in an escape pod of some kind that crash lands on earth. She’s stuck trying to get by and trying to figure out how to get home. Unfortunately, humans haven’t invented deep space travel and Earth is so isolated that even the deep space trade caravans don’t stop there. So she’s trapped and stranded but at least the guy who gives her flowers in the morning helps keep her sane. 

Shy

Hello, Love bugs.

Draco X Reader 

Hi could I get a Draco x reader where the reader is shy towards Draco which he just finds adorable :) - @nicolesyneah25


It feels like you just can’t escape him. Every class you have he is there. Every time you walk around the grounds you seem to run into him. You have always had a crush on Draco. Since the day you met him on the train you knew you were going to be caught up in him. Even when he was a royal ass to everyone you knew that he was sweet deep down. 

He constantly makes you blush when the two of you lock eyes. Usually, it’s when he catches you staring out into space. Space happens to be his face but that’s not the point.The worst was in the third year potions class. He had heard a rumour that you may have a small crush on you. Being Draco he simply waltzed up to you with grace and confidence. It didn’t help that he was wearing his famous smirk as he made his way up to make you flustered beyond belief. 

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maravding  asked:

i've just found your hdm au and it's everything i didn't know i wanted. write more? pretty please?

Matt’s mistake is looking – Andrew doesn’t pause before hitting him. It shouldn’t be possible, but the blow knocks Matt to the floor. Then there’s a shriek as Amaranth bounds through the door and bowls Piper over, coming out on top with Piper’s throat cradled in her jaws.

Dan and Lorimer move fast, but Neil and Sin are faster. He inserts his body between Andrew and Matt, using his weight to press Andrew back. He expects resistance, but Andrew goes with him, gaze flickering flatly to Neil’s face and away. On the floor, Sin is whispering to Amaranth. After a moment she loosens her grip on Piper’s neck, but she doesn’t shift her weight.

“Enough,” Neil says. “Matt didn’t do anything.”

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gitwrecked  asked:

HI YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY DESTROYING ME WITH THESE PROMPT FILLS. May I request: Ulaz/Shiro with Shiro taking care of injured/tired/helpless Ulaz? 3x bonus points for Ulaz being reluctant about someone caring for him. <3

“Ulaz?” Shiro asks quietly, creeping into his room. He doesn’t try turning on the lights. If Ulaz has a headache, it’ll only make it worse. “Ulaz, I have some food and heat packs.” 

Ulaz growls from where he’s laid out on the bed. He’s on his stomach, his face buried in his arms and pressed against the pillows. He’s stripped completely naked except for his usual pair of black briefs, and Shiro pointedly ignores the tempting curve of his back. Now is not the time.

Shiro slides the tray of food and medical supplies onto the bedside table and kneels down beside Ulaz. “How are you feeling?”

He growls again, low in his throat, and turns his head slightly to fix one half-cracked golden eye on Shiro. “I do not require care.”

“You were hit with a gravity weapon.”

“I have endured worse.”

“Yeah, but you don’t need to endure it. Come on, it’ll make me feel better.” Especially since Ulaz had been the one to take the hit for him. He’d shoved Shiro out of the way at the last moment, and taken the full force of the shot to his back. For one terrible, heart-stopping moment Shiro was sure Ulaz was dead, but then Ulaz let out a pitiful groan and climbed back to his feet.

Ulaz studies him with his one exposed eye, and then closes it and sighs. “If it will make you feel better.”

Shiro smiles and then cracks one of the large heating packets, shaking it back and forth to speed up the chemical reaction. He’s is only now realizing that the second day is the hardest. The adrenaline has worn off and the full damage to Ulaz’s body is settling in. He’s sure that if Ulaz weren’t covered in a fine fur, he’d see a massive array of bruises spread across his body. At least no bones had been broken– it was just sore muscles. (Although Shiro almost wishes that he’d broken a bone, because then at least they’d be able to convince him to go into a healing pod.)

Galra heal quickly, though. Shiro tests the heat of the packet with his hand and then places it over Ulaz’s back. He hisses at first, and then visibly relaxes. His arms shift and Shiro watches his shoulder muscles as they flex and stretch.

He’s going to have to work on getting Ulaz out of his shirt more.

No. Focus. He looks over at the food tray. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“No.”

Not surprising. Ulaz takes in a massive amount of calories in order to keep running, but he’d have to sit up in order to eat, and that’s probably not happening considering his condition. Even breathing right now is probably painful.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Ulaz doesn’t say anything. And as much as he hates it, in Ulaz-speak that’s probably a yes.

Shiro stands up and toes off his boots. He pauses, then strips off his vest and pants as well. Ulaz turns his head in his arms to watch Shiro take off his clothing and eyes him with detached interest.

When Shiro eases into the bed, he does so carefully, but Ulaz still hisses with every shift of the mattress. Shiro finally settles on his side to face Ulaz.

Shiro studies Ulaz’s face, the patterns on it that he’s memorized a million times, the slightly pained scrunch of his nose, the way his hair is falling into his eyes.

“I’m sorry you had to take that shot for me.”

“I am glad I did. You are small, it would have hurt you more.”

“But you’re in pain.”

“It is not much. It is worth it for you to be safe.”

Shiro flushes. Ulaz tends to just– say things like that. Declarative, loving statements with absolutely no shame at all. It’s the exact kind of thing that Shiro struggles with. Instead, Shiro reaches out and gently pushes a lock of hair out of Ulaz’s face. He closes his one exposed eye and lets out a chirping noise not dissimilar to a cat’s purr.

Shiro pauses, and then gently, carefully, runs his hand through the rest of Ulaz’s hair. The purr slows and deepens, and Shiro does it again. And again.

Ulaz falls asleep like that, with Shiro’s hand in his hair. His face is still slightly scrunched up from pain, but his muscles are more relaxed. Shiro doesn’t dare move for fear of shifting the mattress and waking Ulaz up, so he just withdraws his hand and stays there.

He hates that Ulaz is in pain because of him.

The least he can do is stay.

anonymous asked:

I can't belive you sherlollians think that sherlock loves Molly. he is actually in love with irene (she is the only woman he loves). He was thinking of irene when he said ILY to Molly. Why would Sh love a pathetic,ugly, cheap woman like Molly when he continues a relationship/sex with the beautiful irene. Didn't you hear what john said even Eurus confirmed it for us. You all are idiots to even think Sherlolly is canon. How dare you think Sherlock is in love with Molly? Eww don't you see/observe

Exactly IKR.* gasp*  How dare we think that Sherlock is in love with Molly when he is actually in love with IA?  I didn’t know Sherlock was thinking of IA when he said ILY to Molly. Oh wait I do remember John mentioning IA’s name but Sherlock dismissed it as a ridiculous option. How can he dismiss the name of the woman he loves so easily?  Forget us,let’s talk about Sherlock for a sec. In TLD, how dare he say that texting IA itself is a bad idea? How dare he avoid the texts of the “woman he’s in love with” ? How dare he doesn’t text her even after John gives him a big speech? And would you look at JW, yes he does start talking about IA but he ends up describing Molly in the process. He tells SH to find a woman who makes him a better man (wait..isn’t that Molly?). And how dare SH ignore the texts of the woman he has a relationship/sex with? what a jerk!!! Ewwww

What exactly did Eurus confirm? You mean Eurus, the psychopathic sister who equates rape/murder to sex. Oh yeah we have to take it as a confirmation. Or you mean her surprised question? what is so surprising about a 40 year old man who has lived all his life freely (no institutionalization) having had sex? Like why would that surprise her? Forget Eurus.

Look at SH complaining/ whining when (pathetic, was it?) Molly ignores his call. Shouldn’t she just drop everything she’s doing and pick up his call on the first ring? How dare he panic and beg her when she tells she’d hang up the call? Look at how cheap and weak Molly is when she doesn’t say it the moment SH asks her to say it (just jump at the chance) and instead tells him to say it first. And Sherlock why does he have a look of realization when he says ILY the second time (looking at Molly on the screen). Yes, we are idiots to believe that Sherlolly is canon because we always saw and observed  the character and relationship development between them.

PS- Hello Anon. I think I know you or maybe you’re an entirely different person coz IDK why but I’ve had a few Adblockers trying to convert me into one of you for the past few weeks. I just blocked/ignored them all this time. But this ask, I had to answer it. Oh do tell me if you liked my answer. With Love, a sherlollian.

forever (and a day)

sanada yukimura x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: this one is for @bakers97, prompt 3 from this list - “it’s always been you.” this fic is a little different – i don’t want to spoil it, so i guess you’ll all just have to read and see why~

@jemchew @pasunny @naerial @demon-princess-anastasia

There’s a man who always comes into their restaurant when he’s in Kyoto.

He has blue eyes and hair the color of river pebbles, and a low voice that almost always stutters when he first speaks with her. There is a near-constant blush on his face until he has eaten his first bite, and then he smiles, boyish and carefree.

He’s built almost as big as Inuchiyo, is the first thing she notes—because not many people are as big as Inuchiyo—but he’s gentler than her childhood friend, less prone to boisterous and raucous conversations. He’ll gladly talk to anyone in the restaurant, but he speaks with an air of almost childlike excitability.

The man never gives his name, but she also never asks. Most of the time he looks like he’s been doing something casually active—he wears either a hoodie or a t-shirt, and the tightest pants she’s ever seen him wear are workout sweats that are cinched at the ankles.

He comes around at times few and far between, and without warning.

But no matter how much time passes, she recognizes him.

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anonymous asked:

Hiccstrid are you flirting with me

“Wait,” Hiccup said, stopping in his tracks and putting his hands up in front of him in a ‘pause’ manner. “Are you flirting with me?”

Though his tone was incriminating and accusatory, there was no denying the note of amusement–and confusion–that it held. Coupled with the glint in his eyes as he lifted an eyebrow… As a result, Astrid couldn’t help but cautiously slide her gaze toward Hiccup as he looked at the other viking they were conversing with.

The viking, who was from a completely foreign tribe.

That they just so happened to come across during one of their mapping expeditions.

…Who was also so obviously hitting on Hiccup.

She couldn’t blame the girl. When a mysterious, handsome, green-eyed dragon rider with a charming smile swoops into your village, trying to catch his eye was a pretty reasonable way to respond.

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Easily Bewildered

Bewildered; the first time someone used the word, I nearly laughed aloud.
There was a group of varied students sitting across the lawn, grouped together in the shade of a tree, all decked out in weird jewelry and with circles around their eyes, hurried pen ink on their wrists. I was at a picnic bench, sitting with my friends from lab, working on some report or something. There was a lull in the conversation, and the hushed voices, filled with awe, scattered across the grass of the lawn towards us. I was looking absentmindedly at my phone, and when I heard the strange phrase, I burst out laughing. Their voices were so quiet, almost afraid, and like so much else at this school, I didn’t take it into account. I instantly lumped them in with the other students, overly superstitious and quiet, clinging to their iron and their salt like this was some episode of Supernatural.
The first time I heard bewildered, I laughed. 

The second time, it was coming from the mouth of my Hall Advisor, in the longest informational lecture I’d gotten that year. I was sitting on a couch in the overly cramped common room, squished in-between two of my closest friends from bio lab, and we were already bored and over dramatically rolling our eyes at one another before it even began. They were talking firmly, as if they believed in everything they were saying, reminding us very sternly of the “advice” from the beginning of the year. Every year. It was about the third or fourth time I’d heard this lecture, despite not having been here that many years. Sometimes, I wondered if the weirdness would ever end, and just leave me to do my labs and lose my mind in peace.
“Don’t go out late at night, if you have to, make sure you stay on the path.” Well, duh. I looked to my right, and met the eyes of my lab partner, who was just perishing of boredom. I could tell she wanted to be on her phone, but we’d managed to be polite this far, so maybe we could make it to the end of the meeting. Our HA would appreciate it.
“Don’t go near the woods. We’ve had way more kids get bewildered this year, it’s not normal and you all really need to step it up.” I snickered. The friend to my left said something under eir breath, and my other friend suppressed a laugh, and we tried, really hard.
Our HA didn’t appreciate it. They stared us down for a moment, while some other students clutched their iron necklaces or slipped hands into pockets, making fists around what was probably salt, if I knew this floor well enough. I elbowed my lab partner in the side, and she shut up, em quickly following suit. Shockingly, we managed the rest of the meeting, finally slipping out and snickering, finally sharing all of the snide comments that had built up the whole time. Other students walked out glumly, faces pale, shoulders slumped.

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Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

daiyanodumpster  asked:

okokok i need to come up with something better how's. this. "Here, take my coat, you look cold"

Sankt Petersburg is cold. This is not unusual. What is unusual is Victor’s miserable state. He’d left his coat at the rink, and it was probably completely closed now. While he did have his wallet on him, his keys to his apartment (and the rink) as well as his phone were in his coat.

Not to mention Sankt Petersburg is cold, and now he’s cursed himself to going home in this miserable weather. He jogs as quickly as possible, trying to keep himself warm. His breath puffs out into the air almost like steam, and he can’t hold back a shiver as he waits at a crosswalk.

Suddenly, there’s a tap on his shoulder. “Here, take my coat. You look cold,” someone says in English.

Victor turns around in surprise, the first thing he registers being a fluffy-looking burgundy coat. “Pardon?”

The coat is lowered, and Victor is taken aback at the man offering it to him. Short black hair, brown eyes, clearly Asian features. His English sounds flawless. “I think you need it more than me,” he says.

“I can’t possibly-” Victor hesitates, of course. He’s more used to the infernal weather than this foreigner, surely. “That’s very kind of you, but…”

The pedestrian light signals to walk.

“I have a ride waiting around the corner, so I insist,” the man says. “Please, take it.” He drops it in Victor’s hands and walks past him onto the crosswalk.

Victor shivers again, hesitating still. He follows after him. “How will I give it back?”

“You can keep it.” Once they’re on the other side of the street, Victor watches, at a loss, as the man walks in a different direction from him now.

“At least give me your name?” Victor calls. He wants a name to put to this kind Samaritan.

He sees the man pause, a smile on his lips when he turns around. “Yuuri!” he replies. He looks immaculate for some reason, in that moment. The lightly falling snow contrasts with his dark hair and dark outfit, and the smile transforms him in a way that makes ‘He’s beautiful’ cross Victor’s mind.

He opens his mouth to give Yuuri his own name, but he is already gone.

Victor ends up donning the coat on the way home. It stops him from shivering, and smells the way that all clothes do when they’re freshly laundered. Comforting. He manages to show the doorman his ID to be let in and get the building manager to open his apartment for him.

Yuuri stays on his mind the whole time. Victor knows it’s foolish to think so much of a random encounter, but few people give away their coats so easily. Especially ones as nice as this one. He remembers the smile, the offer, the gentle way he’d spoken. The kind insistence that Victor take the coat.

What kind of person is Yuuri? Did he like dogs? Why was he in Sankt Petersburg? From Japan, or America, or where?

Deep down, Victor wants to meet him again. Return the coat, maybe ask him for a coffee and get to know him better.

He wants, and it’s silly, but he can’t help it.


The next day, Victor wears the coat on the way to the rink. If he looks around for Yuuri on the way there, well, only he knows that.

Yakov berates him for leaving his coat and everything at the rink last night — as well as Yuri for not noticing before he had left and locked up. Victor hardly notices, too light on his feet about Yuuri and his kindness.

It takes Mila shaking him while he’s tying up his skates for him to snap out of it. “Victor, you didn’t have your phone last night, right? Then you haven’t heard of what happened to Politician Duma.”

Victor frowns. He cares little for politics and politicians. “No, what happened?” he asks anyway.

“Someone blew up his residence!” Mila steals his phone and unlocks it, tapping in something before shoving the screen in Victor’s face. “Everyone’s talking about it though because it was some internationally wanted criminal, and no one knows the motive.”

The face that looks at Victor is blurry, likely from some low-res security camera shot, but a jolt of recognition goes up his spine. The person has slicked-back dark hair and pale skin, and the collar of a black shirt pokes up from their burgundy coat.

“He’s called Eros apparently. This is the best picture they’ve gotten of him, so it’s being televised everywhere.” Mila pauses. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing,” Victor says. “Nothing at all.”

The burgundy coat burns a hole in his awareness now. The pockets had been empty when he had checked, not a single sign of the owner’s identity. Had Yuuri even been a real name?

As Victor gets on the ice, he feels his hopeful fantasies crumble. Was it really kindness, or did he want to get rid of coat to throw authorities off his track? Was I just convenient? he wonders.

If his skating has a heartbroken tint to it that day, no one dares to comment.


(Send me happy things and I’ll turn them sad/murderous!)

Survive the Wasteland: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |  Part 5


Shouyou stared in stunned confusion at Kageyama’s back as the other man walked away. Despite vowing to do so many, many times, Kageyama had never truly pushed him away like he had just now. Especially not the evening before he left for a job.

Kageyama had taken several odd jobs here and there since they’d come to Smog City, some of them mundane, and some of them quite dangerous—but if he was leaving Shouyou behind at the hospital, he always gave him a rundown of what he’d be facing, if only to teach him more about the Wasteland. He never seemed threatened or worried.

This time, though—this time Kageyama seemed tense. That was new and unsettling enough to set Shouyou on edge.

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MC is a Noodle block
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  • 707: Hey you will never guess what just happened.
  • Yoosung: Hey seven what happened ?
  • Zen : Just say it seven
  • 707 : She blocked my noodle !!
  • Yoosung : -confused emoji-
  • Zen : somehow I saw that coming … but what have you done to MC ?
  • 707 : She was cooking and I gave her my noodle but she was not happy about that...
  • Zen: -angry emoji-
  • Zen: That is not the right way to treat a lady. I should come over their and beat you up !
  • Yoosung : yeah how can you MC is so innocent...
  • Yoosung: -Crying emoji-
  • 707: but it was my noodle she was the one being mean.
  • Jumin enters the chat room
  • Jumin : Well that was only a matter of time.
  • Jumin : If you read this MC you are free to come to my penthouse anytime.
  • Jumin: there is no need for a young lady to stay with low lives.
  • Zen: -angry emoji-
  • Zen: there is no way MC would go to a jerk like you. If anything she should come over to me.
  • Zen : -winking emoji-
  • Yoosung: I don't think that will be a good idea even when Seven did something that wrong...
  • Yoosung: MC should come here so she can cry all she wants without having to worry.
  • Yoosung : -blushing emoji-
  • 707 : has no reason to leave me if anything I should leave her.
  • 707 : my poor noodle was innocent.
  • 707: -crying emoji-
  • Jaehee enters the chatroom
  • Jaehee: how dare you speak like that poor MC has to put up so much already thanks to you !
  • Jaehee : -angry emoji-
  • Jaehee : MC you need to leave 707 asap.
  • Zen : I agree with you on that ! My offer still stands MC.
  • Zen: -winking emoji-
  • Jaehee : It would be really bad if MC would come to you. After all you are a well known actor.
  • Yoosung: Yeah it would be much better if she would come to me we could play some lolol together.
  • Jaehee: That would be not right either you have only such limited space where would she sleep.
  • Jumin: I agree I have a penthouse with a guest room ready so its the best choice to come to me.
  • Jaehee: MC really should not stay with any men in this situation she would be best to come here.
  • I have enough space for her and I am a woman.
  • 707 : why no one offers me a place to stay I am the one that suffers !
  • 707 : - crying emoji-
  • 707 : - crying emoji-
  • 707 : - crying emoji-
  • Yoosung: stop covering the screen seven to me you are dead !
  • 707 : so cruel T^T
  • Zen : -angry emoji-
  • Zen: You are the one in the wrong seven I will never forgive you.
  • Jumin : You really should be sewed for your actions. MC I know some good lawyers so call me anytime.
  • Jaehee : I agree
  • unknown enters the chatroom
  • Unknown : quite busy in here...
  • Unknown: I see you are here 707 MC is looking for you...she says food is done.
  • Yoosung: Hey you still use that username. Is MC alright ?
  • Unknown : As far as I know she is doing good. Did seven do anything again ?
  • Jaehee : Yes he complains that MC not wanted his noodle. I find this very disturbing to be honest.
  • Unknown : He really complaint about that incident ?
  • Jumin : Yes he does so you have witnessed the incident ?
  • Unknown : Yeah I have seen it it was really sad I can understand why MC didn't want the noodle who knows where it been before.
  • 707: That noodle was completely clean I even washed it !
  • Zen : That is not even close to make it alright !
  • Zen: -angry emoji-
  • Yoosung: poor MC
  • Yoosung : -crying emoji-
  • MC has entered the chatroom
  • MC : What you still doing here food is ready since 15 minutes its getting cold.
  • Zen : MC are you alright how are you feeling ?
  • MC: I am good thank you for the question.
  • Jaehee: you really should leave the house why are you making food for that man ?
  • MC: -confused emoji-
  • MC: Huh leaving ? Why should I just because he made a scene about that darn noodle ?
  • 707: You just threw it away T-T my feelings are so hurt you don´t love my noodle at all.
  • 707 : - crying emoji-
  • Unknown : Get over it or else MC will stop cooking for us and then we starve to death.
  • MC: Just stop being a idiot and come eat or else ill give Saeran all your noodles !
  • Zen : -confused emoji-
  • Yoosung: -confused emoji-
  • Jaehee: What you made noodles then the noodle that 707 spoke off was...
  • Jumin: A actual Noodle ?
  • Zen : -angry emoji-
  • MC : huh what did you guys think he talked about ?
  • MC: -confused emoji-
  • Unknown: Anyways can we finally eat now in starving...
  • MC: Of course Saeran and you better get over it or you get nothing !
  • 707: Ok ok ill come but don't think ill forget that as long as I live.
  • 707 left the chatroom
  • Unknown: the food is really good by the way MC.
  • MC: thank you at least someone here likes what I do .
  • Unknown left the chatroom
  • Jaehee: if you ever want to talk I am here for you.
  • Yoosung: Me too MC.
  • Jumin : I have my lawyer on speed dial for you.
  • Jaehee left the chatroom
  • Yoosung left the chatroom
  • MC: Thank you guys and good to know.
  • Jumin left the chatroom
  • Zen: my door is always open for you goodbye MC.
  • MC: that is nice Zen.
  • Zen left the chatroom
  • MC : I still wounder why everyone got so worked about sevens noodle …
  • MC left the chatroom