i ended up with the same coloring again im gonna cry


REQUEST: I don’t know if this request will be interesting for u but can u please do a soulmate au with any member (and I don’t care if there’s angst but maybe a happy ending if u can)

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: soulmate au, you see in black and white until you touch your soulmate, best friend’s brother au, university au



A/N: im 200ish away from 5,000 followers i’m gonna cry no lie sktkcijskfkgjfi i love u guys

SUMMARY: You believed the color your eyes registered was the default, unaware that you knew your soulmate long before you began searching.

Originally posted by jengkook

“He held my hand, opened doors for me, gave me his jacket, paid for the meal,” Rena gushed about Chen, her soulmate that she finally encountered after searching for months.  She clasped her hands in front of her chest, swooning over the words she spoke lightly, recalling the previous night.

“That sounds pretty great,” you chuckled quietly.  Noticing a bright flower that had fallen onto the concrete, you were reminded of your failed knowledge of your own soulmate.  Whoever he was, you touched one another and were soon swept away.

“It was!” Rena opened the front door to her house, glancing back at you to make sure you were still there.  Your mind was focused elsewhere, staring blankly at the textbooks in your arms, wondering if your own soulmate would carry them for you whenever you met him.  You then pondered if he would open doors for you and if he would compliment you endlessly even when you looked awful.  “He was so handsome too! He wore a suit and brought flowers… Y/N, I can’t wait until you meet yours and experience the same! We can go on double dates and our soulmates can be best friends! Oh, imagine it~!”

“Is she going on about her soulmate again?” Jungkook, Rena’s older brother, asked as you closed the door behind you.  You laughed lightly, seeing the disgust in his dark eyes.  “That’s all she talks about nowadays. It used to be school and friends, now it’s Chen.”

“You’ll understand one day, Jungkook!” Rena swooned, taking your textbooks and bag from you to go throw on the floor of her bedroom.  Despite being focused on studying, you both knew that would be impossible to do without having dinner first.  You thanked Rena quietly before heading into the kitchen to help Mrs. Jeon with dinner.

Jungkook sat at the island, staring at his laptop with an irritated expression.  His eyebrows were furrowed as he clicked on something and then sighed, almost begging to find whatever he was searching for.  You shuffled over to the sink and washed your hands, staring out into the backyard that you, Rena, and Jungkook once ran around many years ago.  The tree you used to climb with Jungkook and listen to Rena as she cried for you two to get down, afraid that you would fall and hurt yourselves.  The flowerbed you once hid in during hide-and-seek only to be found by Mrs. Jeon who had been wondering who was ruining her flowers.  You sighed quietly as you returned to reality, grabbing an apron and wrapping it around your waist loosely.  Mrs. Jeon was the reason you decided to major in Culinary Studies, and ever since she has asked you to cook with her.

“Are you ready for finals?” Jungkook asked, glancing up at you as you began to cut the peppers Mrs. Jeon had laid out in front of Jungkook’s laptop.  You shrugged, feeling neutral about the subject.  “My professor said that culinary students and medical students are typically the most worried. It’s dumb that you’re graded on how you cook something.”

“What else would we be graded on?” You asked, watching Jungkook close his laptop and set it on the dining table behind him.

“I don’t know, going out and foraging for ingredients,” Jungkook joked, reaching across the kitchen island to tuck a stray strand of your hair that had fallen in your face behind one of your ears.  You thanked him quietly as he relaxed back in his seat, placing his chin on the palms of his hands.  “Have you been studying?”

“Of course,” you replied, hearing Rena’s footsteps coming back down the stairs.  Momentarily you wished she would not return for a bit longer, not wanting to hear about Chen for another hour or two.  You loved hearing that Rena was happy, but you did not want to talk about it for the rest of the night.  You wanted to know how everyone’s days went, and if Jungkook felt any closer to his own soulmate.  He had been searching vigorously for two years, and you could tell that he was on the last straw.  You felt bad for him, yet you hoped that it would be worth it for him.  He deserved to find his soulmate more than anyone.  “I have been learning about the correct quantities of spices to make meals perfect, and tangy ingredients that will ‘take food to the next level.’ Professor Green doesn’t think of people’s preferences though.”

“I thought I heard an angel!” Mrs. Jeon smiled brightly as she walked into the kitchen with Rena.  You felt your cheeks reddening because of her sweet and motherly words as she side-hugged you and thanked you for already beginning to cook.  She was your second mom, and at times your primary mom.  She was around more than your biological parents, always finding ways to take care of you as if you were her own child.  She loved you like her own daughter, and you were unaware of how you could ever repay her for doing such a favor.  “How are you, dear?”

“Good,” you nodded, finishing up chopping the peppers as she grabbed her own apron and put it on, quickly moving towards the stove and beginning to boil the water waiting patiently in the large pot.  You assumed tonight’s menu included Mrs. Jeon’s famous pasta that everyone loved.

“Any luck finding your soulmate?” Mrs. Jeon asked as she smiled up at the picture of Mr. Jeon.  You could practically see her happiness spewing out of her as she peered at the photograph, wondering if you’d ever feel like that.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Nope. I don’t really feel like looking either. If he wants to find me he will, and if we’re actually meant to be together we’ll find a way. I want to focus on university right now, and if I meet him I’m afraid that I’ll be distracted and fail my finals.”

“See Jungkook, that’s the attitude you need to have. She’ll find you soon; I promise dear,” Mrs. Jeon smiled at her son, ensuring what he had been hoping for years.  “Like Y/N said, if you’re actually meant to be together you’ll find a way. Maybe you should listen to Y/N more.”

“I did have that attitude Mom when I was her age, but I’m helpless at this point. Also, what if we aren’t meant to be, and then I never see her? What if I’m searching for decades and I never find the one woman I’m supposed to be with because we’re not actually meant to be together? What if I join one of those groups for the elderly that haven’t met their soulmate and I die s—”

“Jungkook,” you laughed, watching as Mrs. Jeon stared at her son with a look of disbelief.  Anyone with eyes knew that Jungkook would find his soulmate and fall helplessly in love.  It was clear based on how dedicated and loyal he was, even you knew that he would treat her better than anyone else.  He was the closest to a gentleman that you had ever found.  “You’ll find her.”

“I already have; I just can’t seem to find her again. I can see any color that a person who has found their soulmate can, but I can’t seem to see her. I even went to the doctor to see if I was just being crazy, and the doctor said that I have seen my soulmate because I see colors other than black and white. I can see every color that happy, married people can, but I can’t see her. Maybe I am blind and the doctors are just wrong. That’s a possibility—“

“No, it’s not,” you replied, chuckling lightly as you dried your hands with a hand towel. You are minoring in Soulmate Studies so you know better than all of the Jeons. Jungkook huffed, running his hand through his hair as he listened to you speak the words you had told him multiple times. “Everyone has a soulmate. Those who do not have a marking that says so, never see colors, and have health issues. People who see colors have met their soulmate. Your soulmate is not dead if you see colors, Jungkook. She is out there like everyone else’s, and you will see her again eventually. Give it time. It takes time to charge your phone, for something to cook, for friendships to form, etc. You’ll see her one day.”

“Maybe you should be a counselor,” Mrs. Jeon smiled faintly, nudging you with her elbow as you rolled your eyes, tucking the strand of hair that once again fell in your face behind your ear. Jungkook rested his head on his arms as he sighed quietly, feeling helpless upon knowing the thought that his soulmate was out there somewhere. He only wanted to meet her, and he couldn’t even do that. “One of those soulmate counselors… you’d be good at it.”

“To be one you have to have found your soulmate,” You reminded Mrs. Jeon, and she bit her lip before nodding, peering down at the pasta boiling to avoid furthering the conversation.


You rolled over on your empty bed yet again, failing to fall asleep despite feeling so tired.  You thought about all the work you had to do, and embarrassing moments that occurred when you were a child.  You could barely focus on actually sleeping, and momentarily you believed it was because of your soulmate.  Maybe they couldn’t sleep either, and that was why you kept moving around.  You also believed for a moment or two that something happened to your soulmate and you had to help them in some way.  But how would you aid them if you didn’t even know them?  You placed your hands over your face, rubbing your skin in hopes that you’d feel sleepier.

Jungkook was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling that he once looked up at with both you and Rena.  You would spend the night often because of your parents’ busy schedules, and somehow you and Rena would always send up in Jungkook’s room, staring up at his glow-in-the-dark stars that lined his ceiling.  Jungkook smiled fondly at the memories he shared with you, feeling a ting in his heart to call you for some reason.  He knew you would answer because you loved him and genuinely worried about him rather than forget his existence.  Jungkook even remembers the time when you were all teenagers and he had been stood up for prom, and how you egged the girl’s house because you were so bitter and thought Jungkook deserved so much better.  He grinned and closed his eyes, thinking for some odd reason that you were his soulmate.  He pushed the thought out of his mind quickly though, believing you saw in black and white.

Meanwhile, you felt your heart tugging you towards your phone.

"Why am I thinking about Jungkook?” You asked yourself, running your hand through your hair while staring at your phone that rested on your nightstand.  He would answer if you called and would allow you to rant, something you did a lot together when you were younger.  Whenever Rena would fall asleep the two of you would sneak outside and lay under the stars.  You missed the moments with Jungkook that no one knew about, yet at the same time, you wished they would disappear.  If they had never happened you wouldn’t be thinking about him.  You reached over and turned on your lamp, digging in your nightstand’s drawers for the small box of pictures you kept safe.

You opened the box after placing it on your lap, seeing pictures that Mrs. Jeon took of you, Jungkook, and Rena when you were all younger.  You smiled at the cute pictures of you all holding hands at the park, and simple pictures of you and Rena on the swing set.  Then there were a few pictures you could remember like they were yesterday, you sitting on the kitchen counter making snacks with Mrs. Jeon while Jungkook watched with wide, amazed eyes.  He still looked at you the same way whenever you cooked, in awe that you could do such a thing.  You smiled faintly, looking in the box again out of curiosity.  Mrs. Jeon had given it to you when you graduated high school, and you had never thoroughly examined it before. A small ribbon was located at the bottom of the box, and you lightly tugged on it just to see what would happen. The moment you did, you found a picture that caused you to physically shake.

The picture was of your childhood home, which was right next to the Jeons’s.  It was of you sitting on the staircase that the front door opened up to, and you were staring at Jungkook with your head tilted to the side.  You looked puzzled as you stared at the older boy who squatted before you, and it almost felt like you were staring at someone you loved.  But how did you love Jungkook if you didn’t know him before that moment?  You looked closer at the picture to see that your eyes were more grey than they are now, and that was when you jumped out of your bed and threw the pictures and box on your bed.  Only two people could see that Jungkook was your soulmate through the picture, and that was you and Jungkook.  Your heart began to race viciously as you took a few steps back.

Jungkook is your soulmate.

Mrs. Jeon has known since you were little.

You scrambled to your phone and quickly found Jungkook’s number, calling him as you walked out of your room and into the living room of your apartment.  It only took a few seconds for Jungkook’s voice to ring in your ears, and for you to realize that your heart paced faster whenever you heard him.  You felt the ground shaking beneath you as you listened to Jungkook repeat himself out of worry, your ears almost zoning in on him.

“Jungkook?” You spoke quietly.

“Yeah? Is everything okay, Y/N?” Jungkook spoke with concern in his voice, clearly worried for you and not knowing what was wrong.  You gulped and sat down on your couch, remembering the night when Jungkook accidentally fell asleep on it and spent the night.  You also recalled how happy both of you were the next morning.  “Y/N?”

“Jungkook, can you come over? It’s kind of an emergency and—”

“I’m getting in my car right now,” Jungkook replied, and you heard the front door of the house closing behind him.  You felt your stomach spinning, wondering if he knew or if he would find out too.  “Did something happen? Are you safe? Did someone break in?”

“N– no, no, no,” you replied, knowing it wouldn’t take long for Jungkook to reach your apartment.  You didn’t live far from their house, and that was one of the reasons why you lease the apartment.  “I’m safe.”

“Okay,” Jungkook spoke quietly; you heard his voice calm down upon hearing that you were safe.  You ran your hand through your hair as you took a deep breath.  “I’ll be there in a minute or two, okay? I’m rushing.”

After you said your goodbyes you felt your heart racing rapidly in your chest, almost as if it were going to explode at his arrival.  You questioned how you were never able to realize that he was your soulmate, understanding now that you knew it was a fact.  You always found yourself close to him without an explanation, almost as if you knew everything about him. You thought back to everything Mrs. Jeon has said about you and Jungkook, and you realized how obvious she made it. You laid down on the couch out of fear, not knowing how you were supposed to explain to Jungkook that the universe has tied your lives together and for millions of years you have been destined to be united. Would he even believe you? Jungkook has wanted to see facts to prove something, and what if you were just seeing things?

Jungkook used his extra key to get into your apartment, and the moment he saw you he was worried. You had never looked so scared in his opinion. Jungkook rushed over to your side, sitting beside you on the floor and looking you in the eye, oblivious to the butterflies fluttering around his stomach and practically screaming at him that you were soulmates. You, however, felt everything.

“Go into my room and look at the picture at the bottom of the box your mom gave me,” you spoke as if you were numb to the world, and Jungkook saw that clearly. He didn’t hesitate to stand up and go to your room, noticing how clean it was and being reminded of how you used to clean his room for him.

He approached the small, familiar box on your bed, peering down into it and feeling his pupils shake as he stared at the picture that answered the question he had been asking for years.

We are soulmates?” Jungkook asked, walking around to see you sitting on the couch with your head in your hands. He felt as if he had been frozen at that moment, staring at you and discovering all of the feelings he had and how his gut didn’t lie to him. He had always felt something about you, but he had never acted upon the idea nor even thought about it. He watched you nod faintly, and he slowly walked over to you and sat down in front of you on the couch. There was only one way to tell if two people were soulmates, and that was through the first kiss. However, that even felt weird being that you two had been friends for as long as you can remember.

“Your mom knew,” you spoke quietly. “She almost told us openly, and she kept throwing hints. I’ve had that box for two years and I just not looked at the picture hidden at the bottom. You didn’t have to search for so long if I just looked—“

To test the soulmate powers you shared, Jungkook kissed you suddenly. It was both his first kiss and yours, yet it felt as if fireworks had gone off inside of your stomach. You wondered if it was a normal thing to feel such a way, but every thought drifted from your mind in an instant. It felt almost like your entire life had led to that very moment you shared with only Jungkook, and you felt a weird sensation that somehow let you know that yes, Jungkook was your soulmate and he would always be.

“Maybe we weren’t supposed to know until now. My mom probably wanted us to find out by ourselves, and not with her help,” Jungkook smiled faintly, his heart and being feeling completed. He declared the wait worth it in every aspect, realizing that rushing the discovery would only change the outcome.

You gasped, throwing your hands over your mouth, “How are we going to tell Rena?”

Jungkook would only chuckle, wrapping his arms around you, knowing that you were forever his, and he was forever yours. He could finally see and understand the love he felt for you, and nothing could change the fact that you were both destined for one another. He felt his heart beating in his chest steadily, and without hesitating, he knew yours was beating at the exact same pace, at the exact same time.

What SKAM means to me

hi all. it’s h. i’m very sappy and i love really long over dramatic essays, so here’s my thank you to everyone in the skam universe. i’m sorry i’m such an emotional mess.

skam season 1 is important to me personally. i don’t have annoying straight people problems and trust issues with my boyfriend. i don’t have a group of old mean friends who glare at me for existing. i didn’t kiss someone else when i was still in a relationship. but it doesn’t matter. because i’ve felt alone like eva. i’ve struggled with forming new friendships and reconciling old ones. i’ve done the ‘you did it, so i’ll do it’. i’ve felt the pain when someone you trust lets you down. i’ve struggled with determining what my own opinion is vs. what my opinion was formed to be because of how i was raised. when i first saw season 1, it hit close to home because i’ve been there. i saw it a year a half after i had found my true opinions and started to find myself. i saw myself in eva. eva’s story is important to me because it shows her journey from feeling alone to being surrounded by people that love her.

skam season 2 is important to me personally. i’m not a rape / sexual assault victim. i’m not a huge die - hard feminist type. i didn’t fall in love with a fuck boy. i didn’t date my friend’s crush behind her back. but it doesn’t matter. because i’ve felt guilty like noora. i’ve felt the frustration of having to deal with others. i’ve felt the annoyance of not knowing what others are thinking. i’ve felt the guilt of lying to a friend. i’ve felt the anguish of feeling like the entire world has stopped and feeling like i can never move on. i’ve felt the guilt of feeling like a burden to others. when i first saw season 2, it hit close to home because i’ve been there. i saw it two years after i had the worst year of my life, and had finally gotten back on track. two years after i had fallen in with the wrong people, had let people dictate my opinions, and got into drugs and alcohol, so much so that i couldn’t go an entire day without getting high. it wasn’t even a physical dependence. it was just me looking for an escape as i slipped further and further into my depression, and retreated into myself, a psychological dependence. i eventually reached out and got help, i stood up to my personal version of nico, and i got my shit together. i saw myself in noora. noora’s story is important to me because it showed me to always be conscious of the fact that everyone is different, has different opinions, but more importantly, has had different experiences. 

skam season 3 is important to me personally. i’m not gay. i don’t have a mentally ill mother. i don’t have a suave, james-dean-esque mentally ill love interest. i don’t have an estranged father. but it doesn’t matter. because i’ve felt hatred in many forms like isak. i’ve struggled with finding and accepting my sexuality. i’ve felt the annoyance of people trying to stereotype my personality because of my label. i’ve gone through all the stages of self hatred to self acceptance to self love. i’ve gone through the ‘i’ll break up with my girlfriend for you’ only to see them back together two days later. i’ve felt heartbreak. i’ve felt the inevitable best friend crush. i’ve learned to let go of some of my prejudices. when i first saw season 3, it was when it came out, like eight / nine months ago, at the same time i had my first relationship with another girl, was discovering my sexuality, was figuring out how to tell my mom and my friends, and was learning to let go of prejudice. my story of me and this other girl scarily matches up with isak and even’s story. we were friends, and then a line was crossed, and then we were more than friends. and then she got a girlfriend, and ‘broke up with her for me’. we went on a date and then she got another girlfriend a week later, a different girl this time. but not everything was the same. i hadn’t already figured out my sexuality like isak had. so the first time i kissed her, i flipped out like ‘holy shit there is another vagina in this situation’ and we didn’t speak for a month because i hated myself so much. we got back together after i had time to cool off and figure things out. then she broke it off again because she ‘wasn’t ready for a relationship’ and then two days later i found out from a mutual friend she was crushing on some other girl. so we just weren’t meant to be, and didn’t get our happy ending like evak. but it’s okay. i saw myself in isak. isak’s story is important to me because it gave me the final push to tell my friends, and it prompted me to try to not hold prejudices against certain things, like mental illness, or certain people for doing shitty things, like emma or sonja.

skam season 4 is important to me personally. i’m not a muslim. i’m not a christian or catholic or jew or atheist or buddhist or monk or pastafarian or anything, really. i’m not a person of color in a white country. i’m not super bada$$ on the outside. i’m not a confrontational person. but it doesn’t matter. because i’ve felt shame like sana. i’ve felt outcast for not fitting in. i’ve felt shame for hurting my friends. i’ve felt misunderstood. i’ve crossed a line and hurt people with good intentions to protect my friends and family. i’ve felt like no one pays attention to me. i’ve made assumptions of people based off of religion before. i’ve felt like my friends aren’t there for me. i’ve accidentally and intentionally fucked over my friends. i’ve felt like i had to prove something to someone, or to society in general. i’ve struggled with losing faith in my faith. i didn’t get my happy ending like sana did with her balancing religion, culture, and personality either. i lost faith in my religion, and i don’t think i’ll ever gain it back, but i just have to accept it and move on. but it’s okay. sana’s story is important to me because it showed me how strong friendship really is, it showed me that ultimatley, it’s up to me to reach out to others, it taught me that questioning things is important, but most importantly, that hate isn’t the opposite of love; fear is.


takk, -h

The End of All Things (A Preview for the upcoming Antisepticeye X Reader Series)

(( AN: Preview Cause Im Really Nervous 😂

Okay well this takes place way before the story starts and it’s kinda a tester and advice for how I write Anti cause I want it to be decent?

But I guess I can start getting some feedback and my other ones as well since I don’t plan on releasing any until October….

So let me know if you wanna see some NateMare, Gear or Dark previews as well :)

Cause I am way too far ahead in most of these series.

It’s kinda based on what I think these things are. A smol heads up 😬

And soooo this is gonna be nothing like the story… it’s kinda like a little trailer.

And yeah I misspelt things on purpose. Give it more of a child vibe and it’s also supposed to be taken kind of like you’re intruding.

At first, anyhow.    

So yeah! Sorry I am crazy about dramatic details and overuse of extreme detail!!

I would love to get some feedback!!! Both on my writing and the characters!  So lemme know what you think :D

And most importantly  @justwritingscibbles who is first of all, an extremely talented writer but also just a rad human being who agreed to give me feedback! So again, thank you so much!  So go check her blog out!!!

Sorry for the long A/N

And without further ado-))

E N J O Y  T H E  S H O W

Originally posted by lum1natrix

“Happy birthday!”

He chuckled bitterly, swinging himself into the room as he stared at the sleeping figure in darkness, tear stains still remain on her cheeks from the past two hours of sobbing before she fell into her slumber. He even mused how you still sniffled slightly as she turned as he twisted the blade in on his palm, not digging into the flesh but creating a small circle as he pondered his position and options.

So many times he had desired nothing more that slit her throat, deep enough so that you wouldn’t wake back up from the impact of the blade and would die in slumber, blood staining your bedsheet. Or perhaps he would drag it through your arm, cutting out the trace were he once held.

The other half of him, the half she had brought out, screamed at him to just hold you again, feel your flesh, warm and gentle and comfort her. Her to apologize. Beg. Hold him. Comfort. Turn away from your world and back at his with the same wonder you once held.

But he knew better.

It was over.

She didn’t need him.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

for the minific ask thing, could you do ransom and holster and v? <3

V: An abandoned or empty place

thank u for the prompt sweet anon! <3 ima try not to cry writing this :”)

Justin is standing in the middle of the room, looking around and amazed at how large it feels. Without any furniture in it, the attic feels cavernous.

Their stuff has all been packed away in a U-Haul, and seeing it stuffed to the brim in the back of that truck felt surreal too. You’d almost never know the bunk that’s in pieces in that trailer used to take up almost the entire far wall, or that the desk which almost crushed Holster’s dad going down the stairs was once the smallest thing in this room.

Rearranging things is such a strange process - it challenges your perceptions and makes you adapt to a new perspective. At this point, Justin isn’t sure how he feels about that part.

Footsteps on the stairs warn him that someone’s coming, and his chest feels tight and warm all at once when Holster crosses the threshold.

“Hey bro, everyone’s ready,” he says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “You good to go?”

“Mm, yah,” Justin says, smiling as he glances back around the room. “Just needed another moment.”

He hears Holster move further into the room and feels him come to a stop beside him.

“Yeah,” he says. “I feel you, bro.”

They stand together in silence for a bit, just taking it all in.

This room has seen so much of them, has housed them and warmed them and supported them through some questionable times, some hard times, some fun times. This room, with its too low ceiling and stuffy heat and creaky floorboards - this room was the safest place Justin’s ever been.

“Remember when we first moved in?” Holster asks.

Justin laughs softly. “I remember fighting over the top bunk.”

“Yeah well, the bottom bunk ended up a better spot anyway didn’t it?”

“Easy access for hook ups, man.”


“I’m gonna miss this place,” Justin says, sighing heavily.

Holster sighs too. “Yeah bro. Me too.”

“Holtzy,” Justin says, turning toward him and grabbing his arm. He slides his hand down and takes Holster’s hand in his, squeezing slightly.

Holster’s looking at him with wide eyes. “What is it, Rans?”

“Holtzy, I just wanna say that I - that we - I’m not… Fuck. Look, it’s just… it’s like…” Justin casts his eyes away from Holster’s face, the other man growing more uncomfortable the more Justin trips over his words.

He glances around the room, trying to find the words for what’s balled up in his throat and welling in his eyes.

The single window has been cracked open and there’s a breeze coming through that doesn’t quite cool anything, in that familiar way only a Samwell Summer Breeze can’t. Justin’s surprised to find he’s gonna miss the feeling of that humid air on his face.

“It’s like this room, right?” he says finally, looking back to see Holster still staring at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly open.

“It’s like this room was just some empty place before we got here, right? And then we moved all our shit in and hung stuff on the walls and scraped the floor boards with the furniture and put a hole in the fuckin’ wall, right?”

“Hey, we patched that hole,” Holster says, lips quirking as he starts swinging their clasped hands. “We put putty in that hole, bro.”

“I know, bro, we totally did that. But like, it’s still so obvious bro, it’s not even the same color as the rest of the wall!”

Holster laughs and Justin feels something settle in his chest, the emotion no longer threatening to choke him.

“But my point is that it was our home, yeah? And now we’ve extracted every last piece of what made it ours and we’re leaving it this bare thing again for someone else to come in, right, but we’re still leaving these marks on the floor and these holes in the walls, and our souls in this air -”

“And the ghosts in the dark.”

“Don’t fuckin’ joke, Holtzy.”

Holster laughs and Justin has to try hard not to. He’s trying to make a point, dammit.

“My point, Adam, is that I don’t ever wanna - I’m never gonna - we’re always gonna be home for each other.”

Holster’s smile is gone now, and Justin can see his eyes starting to water and it’s far too late for Justin to pretend his haven’t been doing the same this entire time. He’s glad Holster is taking him seriously again though.

“I just want you to know, man, I don’t ever wanna leave you empty and bare except for the scars I leave in my wake, bro. I’m always gonna be here. It’s always gonna be you and me. Forever.”

“Ransom…” Holster’s voice is as soft as Justin’s ever heard it, and just as he sees a tear start to spill from his eyes he’s pulled into the other man’s body.

Justin wraps his arms around Holster’s waist, and Holster wraps his around Justin’s shoulders and they stand in the middle of the room embracing each other.

“I know, Justin,” Holster says, pressing his cheek into the side of Justin’s head and squeezing him tight. “I know, bro. You and me forever, ok, for always.”

And Justin knows that rearranging their lives is gonna be a lot more difficult than rearranging their belongings has been, but at the moment he’s got a heart full of love and arms full of Holster, so he’s gonna be ok. He’s sure of it.

Take Care - Pt. 1

Description: After your sister passes, nothing is the same in your house, your father becomes so much more protective and when you finally turn 18 he has you pack all your things and move to Seoul, South Korea with him and his extremely illegal job that he happens to dominate. However, moving comes with way more benefits than you imagined.

  • A/n: Saw this in a dream and I felt like the writer gods spoke to me and here it is..im envisioning like 5 chapters not sure yet but enjoy and re blog if you liked it :)
  • Genre: angst, fluff, I think this is the only chapter there’s gonna be without smut omg I’m so nasty
  • Word Count: 5,250

The drive in the back of the car that day was the loneliest and most silent one yet, mostly because she wasn’t there with you. You could never forget anything that happened that day, your dad called it “formally saying goodbye” but truthfully, it never felt like you said hello. Your conversations were full of, “I’ll be back in the morning” and “shh, don’t tell anyone” and then she’d disappear through your window. She had a window in her room once, but then one of the security guards found out she was sneaking out, informed your father, and he got it sealed. The funny thing about it is while you stood in the semi circle of people dressed in black, clenching fists full of dirt awaiting the utter of “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”, you couldn’t cry, you felt nothing for her, because what’s a loss if you never had it in the first place, besides, you were 10, you only cried when your pets died or if you broke a crayon while coloring too hard.

You sat around the dining table built for 16 but accompanying two. Your father sat at the head with you facing him a good distance away at the opposite end.

“Mimi isn’t doing a good job at cleaning,” Your statement echoed in the large dining room and earned a look up from your father.

“And why do you think that?” His voice was raspy and you never spoke to him enough to get used to it.

You pulled two fingers along the table and lifted them to inspect the remains of the white powder your father’s workers were filling bags with the other night. “Coke,” you said to yourself, but of course, he heard, he hears everything.

He let out a soft chuckle and folded his arms across his chest, “Well I’m going to have to have a talk with Mimi,” He stared at you and furrowed his brows before chuckling again, “You look more like your mother than Bella did,”

Your heart raced at the mention of your mother and sister in the same sentence. You never met your mother. She got sent away when you were a new born and when Bella was eight. Yes, sent away. You see, there are drug dealers, and then there’s your dad. He wasn’t only the boss of his pack, he was the boss of all the packs in California and being the leader of such a big pack definitely attracted hunters. He was in love with your mother, so in love that she became his weakness and the hunters’ main target. When she was pregnant with you, word got around and while innocently coming from the grocery store; her car was slammed into by two vans on either side. Unfortunately you’d have to do some more eavesdropping to fill the gap between the car accident and her forced departure to base 2, because asking direct questions is exactly what got your sister killed.

“Will I ever meet her? Will I ever even be able to come out of this god damn house!!” you slammed your hand down on the table allowing the rush of emotions to get the better of you. Your father didn’t even flinch.

“Of course you’ll be coming out of this god damn house,” He said in his calmest tone completely ignoring your first concern, “We’re moving to base 2,”

He pushed himself backwards in his chair from the table and the sound of his intention to get up had Mimi rushing around the corner to come take up the dinner plates.

“What?” you barely managed to get the words out while you still tried to register what he said, “Why are we moving?”

“They’ve been trying to reach me for years, from before I met Lila,” He stopped suddenly mid sentence when he realized what he did, he said her name, you knew her name now, Lila. As if he was hoping you’d ignore it, which you did, he continued his explanation, “I’ve given them too many ways to tear me down, not one, but three. They tried one too many times to kill your mother, so I sent her away, and they succeeded with your sister. I will not let them take you away from me too,”

“Wow,” you smiled devilishly and folded your arms across your chest, mocking his positioning.

“What?” He questioned furrowing his brows yet again.

“I didn’t know you had time on your hands to care,”

“Why would you think I don’t?” He slightly raised his voice which only made your blood boil more.

“Because you don’t. I was a mistake, neither I nor Bella was planned but we came. You’re not mad they killed her because she was too inquisitive, who knows? Maybe you set that up yourself –

“Shut the fuck up!” He stood from his seat and shook the table so hard that it connected with your chest but you still kept talking.

“You lock me up in here all day and every day so you don’t have to worry about me getting exposed to whatever the fuck is going on here but guess what dad? I know! I fucking know! You’re Los Angeles’ own Pablo Escobar and a complete recreation of the devil himself! The guys hunting you aren’t bad people! You’re the bad guy and I’m in your fucking trap!” You pushed yourself away from the table and briskly walked towards the door connecting the dining room to the hall. “And I’m not going to base 2,”

He grabbed your arm so fast and firm that you winced loudly at the pain, “Since you’re so aware of what goes on around here,” he growled lowly, “You should know that no one but me has a say in anything,”

“Ah let her go Dom, can’t you see she’s internally screaming?” The orders of the only man that could calm your father down had him obeying quickly.

“Kim Seok Jun, my Asian fairy god brother,” Your father’s frown turned upside down in a matter of seconds when seeing his best friend and right hand man walk through the door.

“Dominique whatever the fuck your last name is, my black pain in the ass,” They greeted each other with a short manly hug.

You had never felt so unwanted in a room in your own house before. You stepped back with the intention to eventually leave the room quietly but Jun addressed you unexpectedly, “Pack a lot of winter clothes, it’s usually cold around these times in Seoul,”

Seoul? As in South fucking Korea? That’s where base 2 is? Makes sense, it’s literally across the world in an entirely different hemisphere with a language and people so far from English that if you went out into the street and screamed “Hey everyone! I sell drugs and keep my daughter hostage and kill people all while wearing a suit!” they’d think you were advertising food.

“I don’t have any winter clothes; I’m a black girl in L. A,” You sassed.

“Well then grab your stuff, we’re going shopping,”

You weren’t right about a lot of things, and that was hard to admit to yourself, but you knew for a fact you were right about this: You were the only eighteen year old in the entire west coast that had never been to a mall.

“You like pink?” Jun asked while holding the thick fur coat against your skin and putting a black coat on the opposite side, “I like the pink,”

You smiled a bit at the way he was trying to bring out his inner “fashionista” and nodded in agreement with his choice. “Can’t I just get both?” You joked but he still put the two coats in the cart adding them to the pile of things you had picked up before and headed toward the cashier.

“Anything else you want to get? Shoes maybe? Oh look,” He reached behind you and took something from off the shelf, “A beanie, that’s what they call it right?”

“You’re such an elder,” you both burst out with laughter at the joke that wasn’t that funny, but well needed for you both.

It felt good to be outside with Jun again. After Bella died, your visits to amusement parks and movies and the annual circus all stopped and it wasn’t until eight years after that you realized you genuinely missed him. He was everything your father was too busy to be, well he didn’t read your bed time stories and tuck you in, Mimi did that, but he taught you to ride a bike and warned you about boys and taught you to “never settle for being the bitch on the side lines cause you got you a boss face like your papa”.

It wasn’t long before you had cashed everything and headed out the mall and back home. The drive was as silent as expected, you didn’t drive out very often so you decided to take in everything out the window rather than engage in a conversation.

When you got back to the house a few cars were parked up front facing out and your father standing between the two in the middle. He was talking to a tall man dressed in a full black suit with a face that was highly recognizable, “Hey isn’t that the bodyguard?” You pointed to the man so Jun could see exactly who you were talking about.

He squinted his eyes and looked in his direction all while trying to properly align the car in the driveway, “Oh yeah, well, not after today,”

“What do you mean?”

“New base, new staff princess,” He let out a long sigh and opened the car door to step out. You followed behind.

“What do you mean new staff? You’re leaving? Everyone is leaving? Why would –

“Princess, calm down, I’m not leaving, besides,” He took the large shopping bags from the back seat and slammed the door shut with his back, “I’m not staff, I’m your dad’s best friend plus my family is in Korea, I’d be going home anyway,”

You both walked pass the horizontal line of cars that began to disappear one by one from the driveway and went into the house. “You’re family? You’ve been with our family ever since I was a baby, I didn’t think,” You stopped yourself from completing the sentence realizing that reminding him that he’d been absent from his family might be offensive, but he just chuckled.

“I’m not here all year round you know, we see each other,”

Mimi hurriedly walked downstairs with two large suitcases in her hands evidently empty judging by the way she effortlessly carried them.

“Toothbrush, makeup, lady stuff, nail polish, pretty face things and things for your curly curly hair,” Mimi handed you the first suitcase with a smile decorating her cute wrinkled face.

Wait, Mimi was staff, that meant – but she’s been here for so long wouldn’t she be considered family?

You took the suitcase from her and put it beside you but frowned deeply when you saw her demeanor change, “I’ll miss you bumbum,” She brought you in for a tight hug before you had a chance to respond, “If you ever need anything, you know where to find me,” She whispered before releasing you, nodding at Jun and walking through the front door leaving the other suitcase behind.

A large lump grew in your throat and tears stung your eyes threatening to fall from the glistening balls.

“Hey,” Jun caught your attention with his obvious attempt to change your mood, “Mimi is irreplaceable, we can’t deny that,” He lifted the bags of clothes and filled the once empty suitcase and started to close it up, “But you can’t make her departure get you so down bumbum,” You laughed at his attempt to mock Mimi and wiped away the small, stubborn tears with the back of your hand.

Jun lifted the suitcase from the floor and motioned you to go through the door, “Hold on, we’re leaving today?” You hesitated to move and stared at Jun in complete disbelief.

“Yes, yes now go, you look fine, come on,” You both quickly moved off towards the door, Jun in front of you, but you stopped for a brief second to look at yourself in the standing mirror near to the door.

You had on faded blue jeans, (one of the few pairs that weren’t distressed or cut short), an oversized plain white sweater a little under your mid thigh and black combat boots. You actually did look okay with, as usual, the exception of your hair. You quickly caught it all up in a half bun, cursed the two curls that fell out at the back and ran through the door to meet back up with your dad that was now standing beside one car with the back door open and waiting for you.

“Hop in, we’re already late,” He got in himself after making sure you were secure in the back and Jun had put your suitcases in the trunk.

It was bound to be a long trip. If you had learnt anything from the many private tutors your father hired to home school you, it was geography and South Korea was days away.

“So are we gonna live in like the heart of the city or like Busan?” You broke the silence as soon as the car drove off.

“Well your dad and I will be in Incheon, it’s just outside of Seoul,” Jun looked over his shoulder for a small second to address you then smiled to our Dad, “You’ll be staying in a penthouse in the city,”

Your eyes lit up at what Jun had just said, there had to be a catch because if you had known what came in the ‘base 2 package’ you would have opted to move years ago, “I’ll be living alone? Like by myself?” You scooted over closer to your father and held on to his shoulder like a toddler, “Like the adult I am?” Both you and Jun laughed but your father answered you sternly,

“You’ll be accompanied by a bodyguard whenever you’re to carry out any daily activities and he will be required to spend the night just to make sure no one comes in on you,”

You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed growl, “I’m not gonna live with some old stranger,”

“He’s not much older than you, he’s 22 this year and hardly a stranger,” Jun added

“You two know each other?”

Jun and your dad chuckled lightly at your question before Jun decided to answer, “Yes, in fact we’re very close, I don’t think you’ve ever met him though,”


“Taehyung, my son”

The drive to the private terminal was long and the flight was even longer. All three of you suffered from jetlag, horrible, unforgivable jetlag. Jun had driven you to the penthouse which, to no surprise, was already decorated with expensive furniture that was grey, black or white but the most satisfying aspect was that the fridge, the grey fridge, was packed with western food.

After losing the battle with yourself to sleep instead of unpack, you allowed the grilled cheese sandwich and half glass of orange juice to knock you out on the couch, the grey couch.

You didn’t dream, ever, so the ringing of the doorbell had to be real. You grunted at the sound and placed a cushion over your head.

The door bell rang again, this time loud enough to annoy you to consciousness. You had fallen asleep on the couch with half your body hanging off and your head nestled in the crease of your elbow which was as uncomfortable as it sounded. You struggled to lift your sore self from your position and practically dragged your feet to the other end of the penthouse to answer the door. It was quite a long walk from the living room to the main door and you couldn’t fathom why they had to put you in such a big ass place.

The bell rang again twice on your journey to the front door and you yanked it hard stopping your visitor mid knock, “Yes?” You failed at your attempt to sound stern and your ‘yes’ came out in a squeak instead of a shout.

The gentleman standing there let a small chuckle slip out and quickly covered his mouth when he realized what he did, “Sorry about that, it’s just, sorry,” His voice was deep like your father’s but definitely not as raspy, his was soothing.

He slowly let his hand fall from his mouth and his perfect fingers lingered a little too long on his perfect set of lips before resting at his side. He had short blonde hair that fell a little in his face but still allowed you to see past it and basically lose yourself in his dark brown eyes. He wasn’t exactly tall but taller than you, much taller than you.

“uh – miss?” He waved his hands in front your face to snap you out of your gaze and you blushed in embarrassment.

“Sorry, um, I wasn’t expecting anyone, who are you?” You furrowed your brows when he smiled at your question.

“You weren’t expecting me? So neither my dad nor yours told you I was coming?”

“Hold on, you’re Taehyung? You’re the bodyguard?” You couldn’t get proper sentences out because you hadn’t fully taken in the beauty of the person standing before you.

“You sound disappointed,” He did his little box smile again and sunk his hands deeper into his pockets rocking back and forth like an impatient child. You couldn’t help but laugh at his action.

“I’m not disappointed I’m just…surprised I guess,” You opened the door with a smile wide enough to suggest to him that he was welcomed to come in, and he stepped towards you but not past you just yet.

Taehyung towered over you and stared down at your face before speaking. He inspected all the small details of your face including the little crease on your cheek he suspected got there because you just woke up. He was used to seeing Korean women with the usual pale skin, straight hair and almost always the same body type, nothing like you. He lifted his hand to pull down on one of your curls and watch it bounce back up and smiled at you in amusement.

“Well I’m happy to hear you’re not disappointed, but why are you surprised?” He whispered loud enough for you to hear.

You parted your lips to respond but you genuinely didn’t know what to say, you wanted to tell him you didn’t expect him to look let alone sound this attractive but he wasn’t some stranger you met in a store, he now worked for you, well, for your father. Either way, whatever you had in mind was not going to happen.

You closed the door behind him as he stepped into the penthouse looking around and nodding in approval of the style, “Fan of class?” He spun around and almost hit you over not expecting you to be standing so close behind him, “Shit,” He steadied you both, “It’s like I’m trying to lose my job,”

“Are you always this clumsy?” You joked

“Honestly, yeah, always,” He sunk his hands in his pocket, an action you deduced to just be a bad habit of his that couldn’t possibly compare to any of yours.

“I uh thought you were going to live here…no suitcase?”

“Well,” He walked over towards a column in the living room and leaned on it for support, “I wanted to formally introduce myself before I come strolling in, and my suitcases are actually just downstairs,”

“Okay, fair enough…I’ll go first though,” You rested your back against the column opposite the one Taehyung was on so you could comfortably face him, “I’m y/n, I like coffee and things that make me laugh,”

“Alright well you already know my name, I’d tell you what my friends call me but you can decide a nickname along the way oh and I must mention, I make the best coffee and enjoy making people laugh,” He gave another one of the box smiles you were slowly getting addicted to. You laughed again at his introduction inevitably in full agreement with the ‘enjoy making people laugh’ part.

“Why’d you take the job as the bodyguard?”

“Well to be honest with you I thought you were six and I love taking care of kids plus I needed to kill the time,”

“Kill the time?”

“I just graduated university but my dad said I can’t ‘join his force’ until I’m at least 25,”

“hmm,” You hummed, taking all the information in, “so you’re girlfriend won’t have a problem with you living with me and being everywhere I am?”

“As soon as I find one, I’ll explain to her that this is just business and she has nothing to worry about,”

You both laughed at his answer for a while before you finally broke it, “Well, you’ve officially won me over Taehyung, you may share my abode,” You did your best old English impression lifting your hand towards the room.

“Why thank you madam, I shall go get my things,” Taehyung walked backwards smiling before expectedly bumping into a wall and turning around to go through the door.

He had joined you in the living room an hour later after settling in and sat a safe distance away from you on the couch. You were still very tired from all the travelling you had done earlier and therefore still a slave to sleep.

“So you thought I was six huh?” you said groggily while bringing your feet up in the sofa.

“I did, but I’m obviously wrong I mean, you’re…a lot older than six, however, I don’t know if that’s a bad thing,” He tilted his head to the side to look at you from a different angle.

“And how would that be a bad thing,” You stretched your feet outwards until your toes were brushing his thighs.

“Y/n,” He spoke softly, “I don’t think it’s safe for you to do that,” he looked down at where your feet made contact with his.

“Oh, sorry,” You quickly pulled away but he grabbed onto your ankles tightly and gently placed your feet in his lap.

“I mean…it looked uncomfortable,” He rubbed your feet but didn’t seem to realize he was doing it, and did a good job too.

“Not to be rude but, you’re suppose to just make sure I’m safe, no need to worry about my comfort,”

He scoffed at your words and looked down at your feet and began to rub deeper into the skin which was only making you fall into sleep, “Is that really all you want?”

Curse you and your dirty ass mind because everything but what he really meant was flooding your thoughts. He continued to rub your feet and you continued to drift while fighting the sleep as best you could.

You noticed him scrunching his face deep in thought while gliding his hands up your shin and back down to your soles, “What’re you thinking?” You managed to utter in your deep state of tiredness.

“Trying to come up with something to make you laugh,” He answered honestly and that alone made you chuckle.

“Why?” You gave him your best half smile while your eyes finally came to a close.

“You have a pretty smile,”

You reached for the cushion beside you and playfully threw it at him but it didn’t get further than your waist, “Ah stop being so cute, I’m not suppose to like you so soon,” Your words were unfiltered but you were too drunk in sleep to care.

Taehyung slightly chuckled at what you said and watched you fall asleep. He lifted your feet slowly from his lap when he realized you were gone off completely. The intention was to meet you, maybe learn a thing or two about you along the way, follow you to the store or to a salon and make sure no one tried to hurt you which he knew particularly be hard. He’d heard about how ruthless the people in this business were in America, but it still could compare to the people here.

He took another look at you before walking off to let you rest. One of your hands lay hanging off the couch and another was tangled in your hair, you wore a pair of leggings and a fitted top which hugged your body nicely. Taehyung hated feeling like a perv but the longer he stared at you, the harder it became to look away. His thoughts were short lived because of a knock he heard on the door.

“Hmm, y/n expecting someone else?” He hummed to himself while strolling towards the door.

He pat the side of his belt to make sure his gun was secure in its case and pulled on it just in case he needed to take it all the way out.

The person knocked again, ten times harder than before.

Taehyung was now pressed against the door and turning the door knob but as soon as it clicked open the door was thrown forward and Taehyung was on the floor. A tall, muscular man pushed his way inside and pointed his gun at Taehyung.

The loud bang the door made when it was forced open had you flying out of the couch and onto your feet. Your eyes went wide at the sight before you and you stumbled down in an attempt to dress back.

The taller man bent down to get closer to Taehyung who was already on his way up so they ended up meeting half way. Taehyung pushed him onto the floor and straddled him wrapping his hands around the other man’s throat.

“Okay okay you win!!!” The other man laughed and Taehyung pushed himself off in a split second.

“What the fuck Namjoon you actually scared me!!” Taehyung placed the gun back in his waist and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see you awake and in shock, “Now look what you did,” he said to Namjoon scolding him for waking you.

You were beyond confused but more relieved to know that it really wasn’t an intruder, but someone Taehyung knew.

“This is her?” Namjoon pointed at you and smiled. He had blonde hair like Taehyung did and was a little taller with a rounder face and very deep dimples.

You walked over to where they were standing and stood beside and slightly behind Taehyung.

“Aww, she looks so cute behind yo- daaamn that’s a nice as –

“Okay alright y/n this is the most annoying human being you will ever meet on earth but we call him Namjoon for short,” Taehyung cut off Namjoon as if he didn’t already get out what he needed to say.

“Uh, hi,” You were still in shock and the two men realized, well, Taehyung did. He placed his hand on your back and brought you closer to him in an effort to calm you down.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” His whisper did everything to you, calm you down being one of them. You looked up at him and smiled to let him know you were okay.

“So who exactly are you?” You turned your attention to Namjoon who hadn’t taken his eyes off of everything below your neck since the conversation started.

“Kim Namjoon, first year trainee in all this madness,” He flashed you a cute smile and held out his hand for you to shake which you accepted while smiling back at him.

Taehyung glared at him and changed the topic quickly so the handshake didn’t last any longer than it had to, “He forgot to mention he also has to go back to work now,”

“Oh don’t be such a buzz kill Tae Tae,” He pinched at Taehyung’s cheeks but his hands were quickly swatted away, “I have a few hours of free time,”

Taehyung’s face was as straight as an arrow and his gaze laced with annoyance ad irritation from his older friend.

“Y/n, I understand you’re new to Seoul, I could show you around a little bit if you want,” Namjoon smiled at you completely ignoring Taehyung’s deathly stare.

“She’s tired, she just got off a two day flight and she would like to rest,” Taehyung sassed not once moving his hand from your back. You brought a hand up to stifle your laugh.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to take you out another time,” He looked Taehyung up and down, “One day when buzz kill isn’t here,” He tauntingly eyed Taehyung and you let out a small laugh at how childish they were behaving but Taehyung didn’t budge.

Namjoon gave you another smile, pat Taehyung on the back and left the penthouse shortly after his promise to you.

You walked around Taehyung to stand in front of him and grabbed hold of his hands when you saw he was still a little tense and upset. “Oh come on buzz ki –

“Don’t call me that,” His command actually scared you because of how stern he said it. It surprised you how he had been so sweet before but became completely dark so sudden.

“Okay,” you squeezed his hands gently and looked up at him, “Can I call you Tae Tae,”

He smiled sweetly when he looked down to see your messy curls and how sleep ridden you were and a pang of guilt hit him, “Tae is fine…you haven’t gotten a proper nap y/n,”

“I know, it’s hard to fall asleep, and I mean, you see what happens when I do,”

“Let me help you with that?” His smile widened with his question hoping you’d say yes

He picked you up from the ground and threw you over his shoulder and you let out a small squeal in surprise to which he just laughed. He took a deep breath to calm himself down after realizing that your cheeks were connecting with his then moved along the path towards the living room.

“Ah you’re so heavy,” He laughed and pretended to fall which was probably the biggest mistake of his life.

While trying to act like he was struggling, he actually fell sending both of you crashing down onto the floor. He fell flat on his back and you fell on top of him landing on his chest with both your feet in between his. You were both laughing hysterically at what just took place, “I’m so sorry,” he managed to talk through his laughter but you couldn’t do the same.

You were honestly too tired to even open your eyes and your laughter died out as you involuntarily rested your head on Tae’s chest and found yourself falling asleep for the third time that day. It was comfortable and soft. His chest rose and fell gently and it rocked you to sleep perfectly.

He was comfortable as well; there wasn’t a thing to complain about. He thought it would be inappropriate if he were to caress your neck or even run his hands through your hair even though the urge to do it was unbearable. He settled for just resting his hand on your back to make sure you didn’t  fall off and waited for the right time to lift you and carry you to bed.

Shiro’s Floof HCs

I’ve never done this before and I don’t know if this has been done yet, but I can’t get this out of my head agh 

Originally posted by duckydrawsart

  • Shiro’s floof of hair up front it not perfect 
  • baby has the shittiest bad hair days 
  • some days it’s gr8 and well tamed 
  • other days it’s a ball sticking out in different places 
    • combing it down will flatten it too much
    • coming it back will part it in the middle 
    • there is frizz?? it’s frizzy?? he doesn’t understand?? is it humid?? in space??
  • He hates it bc it makes his forehead itch 
  • he hides it under his helmet and spends time in the hangar with black sometimes 
  • the mice one day hang out with him and find him just tRyiNg to fIX IT
  • he is also just scratching his face bc the forehead itch became a phantom face itch
  • the mice try to help 
    • they cannot 
  • they run off to Allura’s room and find him little pastel colored clips with different kinds of sparkles and juniberry designs 
    • Allura hasn’t used them since she was 8 
      • tho it was the thing 10,000 years ago 
  • So at night he clips up his bangs and goes to bed
  • Wakes up feelin fREsH cUZ his hair is considerably more tamed and he doesn’t want to set his face on fire 
  • this becomes routine 
    • his favorite is the bigger purple one with the butterfly-looking creature embedded on top
      • its wings bounce/flutter when he walks  
  • he uses them sometimes under his helmet 
  • one day he sleeps in, wakes up late (because I want my boy to have 7-9 hours of sleep sometimes pls let him) 
  • lazy day, everyone’s in the kitchen having breakfast, making small talk or just chugging down their 19th cup of coffee in the last hour 
  • Shiro waddles in, bleary eyed, just wants to get something in his system to kickstart it 
  • Everyone freezes when they see him, he notices the sudden silence 
    • “What”
    • Lance bursts out cackling, roping Hunk into it 
    • Allura is giggling, admiring how it looked gr8 on him 
    • Coran explains what the creature is and how that particular clip was Allura’s favorite too 
    • Pidge is taking photos, she’s already sent all of them to Matt– oh her phone is ringing. It’s Matt. 
    • Keith 
    • Keith is quiet, hiding behind his mug, but his face is all red 
      • he’s somewhat relieved that he’s not the only one whose complained in the presence of the mice 
      • around his wrist, tucked under his gloves are Allura’s pink, tinsel littered scrunchies 


  • Shiro’s blushing, but it’s chill 
  • Next morning, Shiro wakes up earlier again, his hair all well tamed 
  • He’s the first one in the kitchen
  • and one by one as the others start piling in 
  • he wants to sob and laugh all at the same time
    • He covers his face and chuckles and goes “oh noooo” 
  • everyone’s wearing little clips in their hair 
    • coran has some on the tips of his ‘stache
  • Allura puts Chuchule on his head and Chuchule places one in his floof too 
  • They hold Lotor down and braid his hair and stick all kinds of shit in it 
    • he loves it 
    • he’s the sparkliest of all
  • in the end they’re all just sparkly  
  • and happy
  • and whOLesOme 
  • im gonna cry

anonymous asked:

you made me start shipping bakugou, kaminari and Kirishima (i forgot their ship name). They're sucha good ship and your drawings for them are amazing!!!!!!!

Oh man thank you!!! I’m super happy I could make you like them!!!!!! They got amazing dynamics, don’t they? :D

Anon said: Your ocs are always so cool and cute i love them??!? Do u have more information about them?

THANK YOU!! And yesssss I do, actually! And I’ve also talked about them a while ago already!!! If you’re looking for more info specifically about Josh and Chris I blabbered about them here!!! <3<3

Anon said: I love your art ! And I love your Bakugo, but, have you ever thought of a undercut Bakugo ??

I sure have!!!! Tho I guess I do draw him more often with a side shave haha

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love and support = alya
mental support = nino
snack support = marinette
existential crisis = adrien

3:13 in in this house we love and support each other

love and support: mari is so beautiful
im love her

snack support: Alya its too early for you to be this gay

love and support: its never too early for gay
also being overtired is gay culture

mental support: stop blowing up my phone

love and support: no!!!!!!!!!!!
im loving mari!!!!
join me

snack support: Pleae dont

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chxerryzen-deactivated20180624  asked:

Can you do them reacting to their S/O being good at baking but horrible at cooking?

ofc!! sorry it took so long exams have been kickin my ass


• u two are baking brownies for the boys since theyve been stressed lately and u wanted to do something nice for them
• shownu watches in awe as u expertly pour in and mix the brown batter in the bowl
• u always had some kinda magic touch when it came to baking, u knew how much sugar and flour to add in and when to add the vanilla extract
• it just made shownu smile bc wow how cute is that ur working ur butt off for some sweet treats for him and his members
• “hey (y/n) i’ll take over the stirring can u make eggs or something? i havent eaten all day”
• u freeze and give him a smile
• “sure”
• u hand him the bowl and walk over to the fridge to grab some eggs. easy enough right?
• u crack the eggs into the pan, not failing to leave some egg shell in the yolk thats starting to sizzle in the pan
• u turn to shownu whos diligently mixing the batter, workin up a sweat
• tbh he looks real good
• hes totally shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants and to top it off, a cute little pink apron that looks like its gonna bust open at the seams
• u lean against the stove, basking in the appearance of this actual adonis in an adorably domestic setting
• unfortunately u totally forget that stoves are hot and pull ur hand away as it stings with heat
• shownu puts the bowl down and rushes over to u, holding ur hands and blowing frantically at them
• “babe are u okay?” he asks worriedly, his eyes watching ur reaction closely to see if ur in any great pain
• u reassure him “im fine” until u hear the beeping of the fire alarm
• “oh my GOD”
• u turn around to see the pan totally covered in SMOKE and shownu switches the stove off
• ur kinda upset that u cant even make eggs for ur boyfriend but shownu just chuckles and kisses ur forehead
• “next time i’ll cook okay?”


• “baby are u hungry?” wonho comes into ur shared room where ur sitting in bed on ur phone. he wraps his arms around ur waist and nuzzles his nose into ur neck
• u smile at the sensation. “mm kinda? what do u wanna eat?”
• he gives u a knowing smile and u sigh and get up from the mattress
• “ramen?”
• he smiles and takes a hold of ur hand, stroking ur index finger with his thumb
• u know me so well"
• the two of u chase each other to the kitchen and u grab the very familiar plastic bowl labelled shin ramen
• u rip off the lid and unlock the hot water dispenser, filling the bowl to an unsteady level where the water is teetering around the edges. u put the bowl in the microwave and punch in 50 seconds
• all seems well until u hear some popping noises from inside the microwave
• “um. babe”
• “yea?” u ask, too scared to turn around and see what happened inside the microwave
• “did u take out the sauce packet before adding water and putting it in there?”
• “oh my g-”
• wonho moves u out of the way and opens the microwave, his face contorting at the smell of burning plastic and the sight of ramen sauce power all over the inner surface. some soup flowed over the top too
• u laugh nervously, put ur hand over wonhos, and close the microwave. u head over to the fridge and take out a plate
• “how about we eat the macarons i made yesterday?” u give a sheepish smile
• a smile creeps onto his face and a goofy laugh escapes his lips. ur hysterically laughing and he’s bent over his knees, so thoroughly amused by ur antics
• “man i dont know how u do it. but yea i’ll take a macaron” he opens his mouth. u pop one into his mouth and he chews then hums with delight
• “these are so good??? what happened just now? are u the same (y/n) i know and love?”
• u two laugh again and he puts u in a playful headlock and plants kisses on the top of ur head


• u got a text earlier that ur boyfriends gonna come home late so u wanna surprise him with a nice meal
• u can bake a mean cake but ur not too confident about ur cooking abilities
• but u’ve baked minhyuk so many cookies and cakes and cupcakes ur worried for that boys blood sugar
• so after watching 3 youtube tutorials u try to make kimchi stew, one of his favorites
• u roll up ur sleeves and get to work. u throw some broth and vegetables into the pot
• u cut some kimchi then some fishcake some spring onions u get the pork out of the fridge
• u think its going well
• until u get a text from minhyuk that he’s on the way home
• according to ur calculations he was supposed to be coming home late
• shit
• u do some quick math if u boil the stew at maximum heat for 2 minutes u’ll finish in time before minhyuk gets home so u crank that stove up and
• KACHOW the pot overflows
• soup is everywhere, the kimchi is on the floor, ur kitchen looks like a natural disaster
• “honey! where are u???”
• he comes into the kitchen sweaty from practice and ur just on the floor crying next to ur empty pot, food is scattered around the floor
• “oh baby what happened?” he cooes at u and crouches down next to u, wiping ur tears with his thumb
• u barely manage to get a sentence out
• “i-i tried to cook u” u hiccup, “something but e-everything just fell apart”
• he kisses u on the forehead and stands up to grab his phone
• “well i like pizza. how about we order some pizza and we watch kitchen nightmares yea?” u flinch at kitchen nightmares. “okay how about we watch house hunters” u nod frantically and smile
• totally ignore the mess on the floor
• u clean it up eventually dont worry


• u made a deal with minhyuk that at the next house party u were gonna cook something to bring and kihyun was gonna bake a cake to bring along with the food u made and in return he was gonna make a video of himself flicking a booger and post it on instagram
• the problem? minhyuk knows u cant cook for shit and kihyun cant bake for shit
• kihyun originally protested saying “he doesn’t want his house to end in flames” but after minhyuk kept egging him on saying he was a wuss, he threw on his apron and started reading martha stewart books
• so u and him are in ur kitchen, face in hands and sitting at the counter
• “why did i agree to this”
• “why did i let u agree to this”
• u sigh and slide off the stool. “i mean i can make like, fried rice right?” kihyun groans. “knowing u it might result in a call to 911” u shoot him a glare. “hey bobby flay at least i know how to bake a cake”
• he scratches his head and gets off the stool. “how about we make this a competition between ourselves. whoever makes the better dish wins”
• “ur on yoo kihyun”
• its like iron chef u two start scrambling around ur kitchen, opening cabinets and packages
• u lift the lid of the rice cooker and groan in frustration as u see a clean, empty container
• kihyun indulges himself in a shrill giggle until it abruptly stops when he’s opened the last cabinet and found no cake mix
• “u’ve got to be kidding me”
• u hover over the grey pot, finally shutting off the faucet when the rice grains look like they’re drowning in tap water
• kihyun’s throwing sugar, flour, and eggs into a bowl, trusting his “chef’s intuition” that he doesn’t need measuring cups for a mere cake
• u throw the soggy rice into the pan and just start adding stuff u think will taste good together in there. zucchini, bits of kale, ketchup, leftover chicken that probably has been sitting in ur fridge for at least 2 weeks
• it smells pretty goddamn awful but when u look over at kihyun u think u have a good shot at winning
• he’s gotten green food coloring all over his hands and t-shirt and the batter’s completely runny
• “how u doin ogre there”
• “im never doing this ever again”


• u two are laying on opposite sides of the couch, sitting up to show each other dog pictures and whatnot
• u see a video on instagram showing u how to make this yummy looking beef over rice thing
• u lean over hyungwons knee, excitedly showing him the video and how u should make it for him
• he gives u this knowing look
• “(y/n) do u remember the last time u cooked something?”
• “no why”
• “i was taking a nap and u tried to make this weird chicken thing u saw on youtube”
• “uh huh”
• “and when i walked into the kitchen”
• “yea?”
• “i have never seen so much fire-”
• u playfully slap him on the thigh, pouting. “i forgot to turn the stove down while it was boiling!!!” u huff, turning away while crossing ur arms
• hyungwon laughs and sits up to ruffle ur hair
• “but u made it up by baking cupcakes to give to the very nice firemen who saved our apartment”
• u giggle and bring ur knees up to ur chin, reminiscing in the time u almost burned down ur entire apartment complex
• hyungwon sits crosslegged facing u, staring at ur face
• “what?”
• “im just wondering how the hell u managed to do that”
• “no cupcakes for u then”
• he whines and the two of u share a laugh and settle back into the sofa to continue laughing at twitter memes


• he never fails to send u a text asking if u’ve eaten yet and if ur free, to go out and get lunch together
• its the sweetest thing and u decide u wanna do something nice for him
• so u roll up ur sleeves and make a lunchbox for him. its kinda childish but it seems easy to make and for ur……limited cooking skills, its ideal
• ur in the kitchen, scraping an egg off the pan as it burns to a crisp
• “aw man that was the last egg,” u whine, looking at all the failed prototypes on a plate next to the stove
• u begrudgingly roll up the burnt egg in the lunchbox and set up some lettuce on the side, trying to make it presentable at least
• now time for the Meat
• the last time u cooked meat was when u and jooheon were out eating kbbq and whenever the tongs were in ur hand u’d somehow toss the meat in a way that cooked it. lets say well overdone
• jooheon had to call a worker to get the fire down even tho it was at its lowest heat. nobody on the restaurant knows how u did it
• so yea ur not the best at cooking meat but hey second times the charm
• so u slide the beef into the pan, satisfied with the sizzling sound that came after
• now the hard part. knowing when to flip it so it doesnt slowly burn into charcoal. so u just keep flipping it mindlessly, too scared to let it burn
• the beef is just NOT turning the brown that it usually does when jooheon cooks it and u settle for when the beef is a weird brown, pink, red—u dont even know what color it is but its 12:30pm and jooheons lunch break is about to start
• u shrug as u pack the lunchbox. u made cookies before this mess so
• u drive up to the building complex and climb up the stairs to his studio. u punch in the passcode and pop the door open
• jooheon hears the door click and turns around in his chair, giving u that sweet dimpled smile
• u show him the lunchbox and bag of cookies u’ve been hiding behind ur back and he opens his arms to bring u into a hug
• “how did i get so lucky?” he kisses the top of ur head and sits u down on his lap
• he turns the chair around and u place the lunchbox and the cookie bag on his desk in front of his monitor and open it
• he has to stop himself from laughing, the corners of his lips trembling to rise into a smile. u flick him on the arm, a smile growing on ur own face. “shut up i tried my best!!!!!”
• jooheon kisses ur temple, a small chuckle leaving his lips still dumbfounded by the mess of food in the lunchbox
• “i made cookies?” u suggest
• “yea we can share those” jooheon closes the lunchbox


• u guys ate out at this one restaurant that had really good pork stir fry
• so naturally u two went to the internet and searched up recipes to cook at home, inspired by the dish
• after finding a seemingly easy recipe online, u and changkyun head to the kitchen and grab whatevers in ur fridge
• oh by the way its 1 in the morning so theres no supermarkets still open
• it sounded like a good idea at the time
• anyways u two are jus rummaging through ur kitchen, substituting whatever needs to be substituted
• “hey kyun we’re outta sugar”
• “we have lucky charms”
• “that works”
• u and him lay out the shabby ingredients on the counter
• pork? eh leftover hot wings should do
• bok choy? iceberg lettuce thats been sitting in ur fridge for 3 months
• but at least u have soy sauce
• u start choppin up the lettuce, slicin and dicin and ignoring whatever wilted leaves u see bc hey food is food
• changkyun: hey how do i start the stove
• “…….ur kidding right”
• u put down ur knife and walk to the stove, hesitant to turn any knobs
• “um its this one right?”
• u switch on the stove on the inner right corner which seemed fine to u…….until the roll of napkins next to it caught fire
• the fire alarm starts beeping and u freak out and start blowing on it until changkyun shoves his hand into ur face. “DONT BLOW ON IT ITLL GET BIGGER”
• luckily ur dating the son of a scientist so he grabs a pot lid from the cabinet underneath and throws it on top of the fire, stopping the flow of oxygen and u hear the sizzle of ur bounty napkins
• u and changkyun breathe out a relieved sigh and u lean on him
• u suggest making cookies tomorrow and changkyun insists on putting lucky charms in them
• u roll ur eyes, “yea yea whatever lets clean up and go to bed”

what im weak for this week

remember when i used to apologize for being two weeks behind?

neither do i because it’s literally been months. as such, even tho there were TONS of amazing fics from august until now, i’m only going to be doing the ones since last week (Nov. 13 onwards), because otherwise i wouldn’t be able to cover everything ;A; i’ll try to keep this updated, though!!!

ps it long.

ps is there a myungjin drought wtf is going on my friends

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inktober for writers - day 8 - impasse / eijiroctober - day 8 - w Kaminari Denki

A/N: Sero is 100000% the instigating friend who you hate to love but you totally do anyway bc they’re supernaturally charming and hella fun. enjoy my fave boy stirring up trouble in this kirikami drabble…. (also, can u believe that i went from having a slight distate for this ship to obsessing over it??? this is my 2nd kirikami-centric fic and im… crying? thank u for showing me the light, my fellow krkm shippers. bless!)

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Rose mist (Sam drake x reader)

Chapter 2: A secret admirer with hazel eyes

@missdictatorme @theoniprince @souls-rain @jaheesvorson @jodiereedus22 @skarlettmikaelson @dragonjedihobbit :Tags :D 💙

Lots of things changed during 7 years. Samuel got kicked out of the orphanage, Nate was getting in to fights, new kids in the orphanage, you entered your teenage years, and you also started to develop feelings for Sam. You hated yourself for developing feelings for him, you knew he probably didn’t like you, that you to were just good friends and thats it.

He visited Nate and occasionally you too. He sometimes took you out around town or he sometimes brought you thing’s and you always kept them in a safe plays so no one in the room would take them. He once brought you this Sony walkman with an old rock cassette, he said it was for when you get bored. You always listened to it to cheer yourself up.

Now that you were a teenager you had some pretty awkward moments. One of them was the time the nun got all the teenagers in a room and had “the talk” there was alot of giggling and eww moments. You saw how some boys you knew hit puberty and their voice cracked. It made you laugh because it happened randomly, it also happened to Sam a few times too.

You had a secret admirer, you didn’t know who he was, they just left you letters in your bed or sometimes a small gift. You put them in a box under your bed and always wondered who it was in the orphanage. You once tried finding out by looking at all the boys hand writing but non of them matched which confused you. You started to think maybe they aren’t even in the orphanage but you didn’t know any guy besides Sam that aren’t in the orphanage. It can’t be Sam you thought because he just sees you as friend.

You sit in bed holding Ashley’s necklace. You look at the time, it was 8:54 so you decided to go to bed. You fix your bed and lay there, you were about to close your eyes when a nun walk’s in. At first you thought she was probably just checking the rooms but then you heard someone whimpering in pain. You quickly look at the nun who was near the door. Your eyes widen when you see the nun was holding Nate by his ears, and saying something to him. You looked closely at Nate and he had a few bruises. Another fight you thought. You usually helped Nate out when a few bigger kids bullied him and it pissed you off when they bullied him. You didn’t know why they picked on him, he was a sweet little boy who wouldn’t do anything mean unless you provoked him.

You were a little happy he was finally removed from that chaotic room. That room was a disaster ready to happen. Nate was in a room with some of the boys that bullied him. You both begged to switch his room but the nun said there’s “no real reason to switch him out”

“This is where you’ll stay Nate.” The nun said. Nate stood in the room and the nun left. When she closed the door you quickly got out of bed and ran towards Nate.

“What happened!” you say as you put your hand under his chin examining his face. He had a bruise on his right eye, lip, and left cheek.

“The same as always…”

“So the nuns changed your room now because she got a reason….” You say as he nods “Well I guess you’ll have to sleep here” you say as you walk to your bed. “This bed is empty” you say as Nate sits on Ashley’s bed. “This is where Ashley slept…. Its kinda weird know after so many years no one ever slept there….” Nate nodded in response.

“How am I gonna tell Sam!” Nate says as he realizes he has no way to tell Sam

“Don’t worry if he doesn’t see you he’ll come here don’t worry, now go to sleep cause they ain’t gonna give us more time to sleep.” You say as you both get ready to sleep

“Night Y/n”

“G'night Nate”

You both fall asleep quickly. The next day was your normal routine. Like usual you’ll go to your room and find a letter. You looked at the letter and red it out loud

“Dear Y/n, you are the one I think of every night, the one I dream of every night, the one that makes things right, Y/n you’re the one I love with all my might” you loved the letter but if only he showed up to tell you in person. Deep inside you hoped it was Sam who gave you the letters.

The day went on as usual until night time. One of the nun said they wanted to speak to you. You left the room leaving Nate alone, the room was empty everyone else was watching tv but you and Nate didn’t find it interesting so you always stayed. While you left Sam knocked at your window. Nate ran to open the window.

“So this is where you’ve been… I was looking for you over there- wait what are you doing here-?” Sam noticed Nates bruises “Nate again?”

“They started talking-”

“We talked about it… You must ignore them alright” Nate nods.

“So….” Nate said with a mischievous smile “brought more things for Y/n…”

“Ha ha yeah I did bring her what I usually do” Sam says pulling out a few letters from his back pack. “Here you know what do do”

“Yeah yeah put them in her bed when shes not around”

“Be more careful shes near you now” Nate nods as he quickly hides the letter under the mattress like always.

“Why don’t you just tell her?” Nate asks

“Its not easy-”

“You do weird things around her its very VERY noticeable.”

“If it were noticeable she would’ve told me”

“Jeez you both like each other but think that your just friends. Just say it already!” Nate says as they both hear the door open. Sam quickly looks for a place to hide just in case it was a nun. Luckly it was just you walking in.

“Hey Y/n” Nate said as Sam quickly got out of hiding

“Umm hi” Sam says awkwardly and you wave

“So what did they want” Nate asked as you went towards your bed and sat down.

“Oh nothing really… So what did I miss?”

“Oh that Sam has a crush on-” Sam quickly stopped Nate by covering his mouth

“N-no one!” Sam said

“Who is it? Come on we’re friends I promise I won’t say anything” you said it normally like it didn’t bother you but it crushed you inside to know Sam liked someone.

“Its um” Sam paused trying to come up with a name. “Tiffany”


“Its a girl you don’t know… I meet her a few weeks ago” Sam says as you nod

“Sam likes-” Sam kept stopping Nate which confused you

“You like someone else too?” you ask

“No he was gonna say something about Tiffany…” You nod. Sam hoped Nate wouldn’t say anything later when he leaves.

“So hows she like?” you ask

“Shes… Tall.. Um blond with green eyes and my age…” Sam says anything that pops up in his head and you nod

You three continue to talk about the unknown Tiffany until Sam had to leave. Nate and you go to bed. You say goodnight to each other you face the opposite of Nate. You looked at grey wall. A few tears rolled down your cheeks, it hurt you alot that Sam liked a girl named “Tiffany”.

“I bet she’s a snob with horrible attitude” you said in your head. You knew this would eventually happen and you didn’t understand why this hurted so much. “I’ve known him for such a long time and liked him just for this girl to take him away from me like that… He wasn’t even mine in the first place…. I need to relax… This just part of life right?” you say crying. You wipe your tears and relax bit. You close your eyes and you all of a sudden felt hands on your shoulder. You open your eyes and see Nate.


“Are you ok? I know you were crying”

“I was crying over nothing don’t worry”

“If its about Sam-”

“Its nothing to do with Sam” you say as you felt more pain saying that. Your eyes were getting watery. You knew it had everything to do with Sam. You had mixed emotions now. “Im crying over something else and its a stupid reason ok?”

“Ok… Night Y/n”

“Night” you say

The next day you were tired from all the crying. You put an a dress that was up to your knee’s. The dress was your favorite color so you wore it to “cheer” yourself up. You did everything slowly in the orphanage and the nuns asked you if you were alright and you always nodded saying you were fine. When the day ended you were happy that you could go to bed. You saw the letter in your bed but you ignored. Nate knew it was because of Sam you were like this.

When you were in bed more calm you heard a knock coming from the window. Nate opens the window to Sam.

“Hey” Sam says as he looks at you. His heart started to beat faster when he saw you had a dress for some reason. You were staring at the grey wall. “Is she ok” Sam whispers to Nate.

“No shes been crying over you all day! I told you, you shouldn’t of lied to her!” Nate whispers back. Sam got near you.

“Um Y/n? Whats wrong?” Sam says as Nate looks at him frustrated

“Nothing…” you say back quietly

“Y/n come on you can’t cry all day over nothing”

“Its nothing ok!” you say

“I have an idea… How about I take you around town to cheer you up?” Sam says as you say nothing “I know you like going around town so…” Sam says and you still don’t say anything. He did something he never thought of doing ever. He put an arm around your hip and dragged you out of bed.

“Put me down!” You say as Sam ignores you.

“Nate a little help?!” Sam says as Nate shrugs. Nate opens the window and looks for your flats. He puts them on you and Sam puts you down outside. You look at him with an annoyed face.

“Come on it will be fun!” Sam grabs your hand and helps you get down. When you make it down he doesn’t stop holding your hand. You don’t mind it, actually it made you happy. The three of you wwaled around town for a while. You always thought the town looked beautiful at night because of all the neon colored signs all over the place and the craziest things happen at night too. Sam entered a pizzeria. They were having a sale $5 bucks for a whole pizza pie.

The three of you sat down and waited for the pizza.

“Are you feeling better?” Sam asked

“A little” you say as a lady brings the pizza pie and it was way bigger than you expected. It had 10 huge slices no wonder this place was packed of people it was the best sale ever!

“Its here!” Nate said happily.

“That was… Very fast” you say. You ate 2 slices and put your head down on the table. You felt like your stomach was gonna explode. Sam and Nate kept going without stopping.

“How can you eat so much?” you asked especially Nate because his younger than you and his eating like 3 and his going for another one! Sam was doing the same thing too!

After eating the whole pizza a waiter came and put the bill down.

“$5.50!” Sam said and you look at him

“Sam there taxes-”

“I know but .50 cents thats alot” Sam says as you role your eyes. Sam takes out everything out of his pocket. He had crumbled dollars, trash, and a few cents. He pays the bill and you all leave. You thought you were going back to the orphanage but Sam was walking somewhere else.

“Where are you going?” you ask

“Come on its still to early to go back and you aren’t completely better so…” you role your eyes and agree. By now you have forgotten all about the mysterious Tiffany.

Sam stops at a park.

“We’re here” Sam says the park was empty and a few lights lightening the path. The only sign of life was you and a few birds around.

You three sit in a bench. There was a purple flower growing in the grass. You had this random idea to turn it into a ring. You cut the flower out of the grass. Nate and Sam stared at you. You started to bed the steam and making knots.

“What are you making?” Sam asks

“You’ll see…” you say as you finish and show Sam.

“A flower ring” Sam says as he takes it and puts it on his pinky because it was the only finger that could fit. Sam wiggled his pinky. “I’ve got the most finest ring on-” The flower stem ripped and Sams face was in shock which made you laugh.

After a few seconds on the bench it was getting uncomfortable so you sat on the soft grass. “Hey why don’t we play something” you ask

“Uh I spy?..” Sam asks and Nate laughs “Sure why not” You say.

“Ill start… I spy with my little eye something green” Nate says

“Everything’s green Nate” Sam says which makes you laugh

“A tree?” you say and Nate shakes his head “grass- oh flower stem?” Nate nods “It was a flower steam” Nate says as you look for something. Your dress had a yellow button and you thought maybe you can chose that because it would be difficult.

“I spy with my little eye something yellow” you say

“The lights” Sam says as you shake your head “uuhhh the fire hydrant?” but you shake your head again. Nate kept looking everywhere for something yellow. “There’s nothing yellow in the park anymore” Nate says “Your dress!” Sam says “It has a yellow button” You nod.

After a few minutes of playing you got bored so you just talked. Sam and Nate kept talking about the pizza which made you laugh. You three decided it was time to go. You start to walk to the orphanage. When you arrive Sam helps you up. Nate gets in the room first then you. Sam stayed outside. Sam hugged Nate and you. When Nate went to his bed Sam “accidentally” kissed your cheek. Sam started to turn red and kept saying sorry it was an accident, you couldn’t stop blushing even though Sam was leaving you kept staring at him with a dreamy face. Nate saw everything and started laughing of how weird Sam acted around you.

You flopped in bed with a huge smile. “So… It was Sam you were crying for.. You like him” Nate says as your eyes widen. “What no! I don’t like him” you say as Nate continues “Mhmm so when he accidentally kissed you you didn’t feel butterfly’s in your stomach or-” You cut of Nate “Go to sleep Nate!” Nate laughs.

The next night Sam came. He took Nate somewhere saying he found his moms stuff. Sam told you a few things about his parents. When Sam was walking out of a window something fell out of his pocket. You were gonna give it to him but he was already gone with Nate. Later you thought. You saw it was a letter and you wanted to see it badly. “No, no its not right!” you said in your head. “But…” you open the letter and your eyes widen. “Holy….” You whispered. Sams hand writing matched the letters you got everyday. Your heart was beating fast you felt like you were gonna pass out. You wanted scream of joy. You quickly fixed the letter like it was untouched.

You waited and waited for Sam and Nate. You fell asleep waiting for them. You woke up confused when you didn’t see Nate. The nuns questioned you about Nate and you told them you didn’t know. A whole week passed, you realized Sam and Nate left without telling you. You were very hurt and lonely. “Now Nate and Sam” you say crying.


anons note: i made it so its only been three months since call was arrested that he talks to rufus or whatever, mostly because i dont want like, a year age gap between everyone and the void kids, and like have everyone but tamara & jasper a year behind in school. i wonder how the magisterium would react to having not one, not two, but THREE makars?

call wakes up.

this is an odd phrase to start a story with. normally one would begin with explaining that call was asleep, before abruptly throwing the reader into the action like this, but i digress.

man, i have got to stop reading literary analysis before bed, thinks call.

but there hasn’t been books for him to read since before he was-

:wait, where am i?:

he looks down at his hands, expecting to see shackles but finding none. he looks around, and blinks for a second.

then blinks again.

:what the fuck???:

theres black, everywhere, and call instinctively knows he is in the same place that the elemental automotones was banished to.

is he alone? the only soul in the endless empty? is this his punishment?

oh, wait, theres aaron, he thinks. aaron waves from beside a spectral girl he thinks looks pretty scary.

:wait- aaron?:

  • can you run in the void? there is no place to go- can you even walk? if you could, would you be able to tell?

the answer is yes, but only if there’s something else in the void to mark your progress- like how hitting the arrow keys in a video game doesnt mean shit if you’re in an empty, dark, undefined room, but distance suddenly gains meaning when you realize, no, the game’s not broken, its just a dark corridor and there’s the final boss- for example, a plastic, 1:1 scale replica of stonehenge completely indistinguishable from the real thing, a melting rhino, or your long-dead best friend’s ghost will mark your progress quite well.

aaron is… a specter. so’s the girl beside him, who call is only marginally surprised to recognize as verity torres. they are both washed out, and unshadowed (somehow- where’s the light in this boring shithole coming from, anyways?) like an old polaroid held over a flashlight. their eyes are hollow white but curved with smiles.

as quick as call registers all this he is running towards aaron and scooping the now slightly shorter boy into a giant hug.


trying to.

his hand goes through aaron like a mirage on a hot summer day.

aaron flickers out where call is trying to hold him and looks at his feet.

:aaron:, asks call, :why can’t i hug you?:

:because he’s dead, shitlips:, calls verity with her hands around her mouth.

aaron nods. he looks small and about to cry.

:wait, whats wrong?:, says call. he’s been thinking/saying/projecting telepathically the word wait a lot recently.

:i… i missed you.:

:we thought you wouldn’t show, birdcall.:, adds verity. she is hilarious and trustworthy, decides call.

call thinks for a moment. rare occurence, he thinks upon narrating this in his head. ouch. he just keeps dissing himself into a deeper hole.

:i think it was because of the handcuffs:, says call, :they were magic blockers, so whatevers letting me see dead people must have been stopped from activating.:

:technically, we’re not dead. we’ve been abruptly torn from our bodies and preserved with our innate chaos magic. we are the ultimate forms of the chaos-ridden:, says verity matter-of-factly. call gets the feeling that she’s wicked smart and suspects that she and tamara would get along quite well.

:handcuffs?: asks aaron, always paying attention to priorities instead of stupid science or whatever that call totally understands, yup.

:after you, uh… got voided, the mages kind of arrested me for being the Enemy Of Death and all:, says call, :i am not good at keeping secrets, by the way. i’ve been in the Panopticon since then, about 3 months of time. they just took the STUPID DUMB handcuffs off and replaced them with a ball-and-chain shackle like from gym class jump-roping lessons today.:

:holy shit:, says verity, :he talks more than i do, aaron.:

:shit, call, im so fucking sorry:, says aaron, ignoring verity. call stifles a surprised gasp at his language and smiles.

:its okay, aaron. its not your fault. i’m going to fix this.:

:fix what?:

:all of this shit. i’m going to KILL that little bitch alex, and im going to save you. im going to save you both, and we’re all gonna be TOGETHER again, and we’ll all go to the collegium together and watch shitty movies and tease jasper, and everybody will be happy again. all of us. i will save you both, and verity will become our friend too and she and tamara will probably run for president together and win.:

:im touched:, says verity, trying to act sarcastic but smiling, :you sure know how to pick ‘em, aaron.:

:she meant pick COUNTERWEIGHTS and BEST FRIENDS, right, TORRY?!?!:, replies aaron frantically, which confused call because he assumed that was implied.

:sure:, says verity noncommittally.

:when will i come back here?: asks call, interrupting aarons red-faced protests with the air of an oblivious man.

:hell if i know:, says verity, :i figure you’ll end up back here eventually.:

call looks at aaron again. holds his hand out tentatively to his friends washed out, ghostly one.

aaron reaches for calls hand, still a little red-cheeked.

his hand dissolves in calls proximity, but they pretend. it will have to do, until call revives them.

call will revive them, thinks aaron. it is hard for aaron to not believe that- to aarons eyes, his own hand is normally colored, nothing out of the ordinary, as is verity’s- but call’s hand is glowing.


  1. You just walked out of your house and forgot something, what is it?
  2. Marijuana or alcohol? 
  3. Who or what were you in your previous 3 lives?
  4. If you had to choose your starter Pokemon without knowing which generation, what type would it be?
  5. Immediately after you were born both your parents had sex change operations so your mom is actually your dad and you dad is actually your mom. How do you react?
  6. You get to switch bodies with anyone you want in the world for one week Freaky Friday style, who do you choose?
  7. How long would you last in a slasher flick?
  8. Would you rather own the most comfortable shoes in the world that are also the most ugly or the most aesthetically pleasing shoes in the world that are also the most uncomfortable?
  9. You are allowed to punch anyone you want in the face and they won’t retaliate or press charges ever but the whole world will see, who do you punch?
  10. Do you sleep facing a door or a wall?
  11. Think of any random person, that person is now dead. How do you feel?
  12. Let it Be or Let it Bleed?
  13. Would you rather rule the world or have an impartial and morally undeniable force do the same?
  14. You can cancel any television series currently airing and the episodes will never be aired again, what series do you choose?
  15. You can bring back any television series that was cancelled or ended, what series do you choose?
  16. Have you ever sent yourself an anonymous message to seem popular?
  17. Describe your high school experiences (thus far) in one word
  18. Do you know what Homestuck is? if so, please explain in detail.
  19. What Lantern Corps do you belong to?
  20. How many notes did your most popular post on Tumblr get?
  21. What is your opinion on “Tumblr Social Justice” and the “Social Justice Warriors?”
  22. Who is your favourite Ninja Turtle?
  23. What time is it?
  24. Download or stream?
  25. When was the last time you had sex/masturbated?
  26. Would you rather have gills that can breath in all water or be able to fly?
  27. Who would win in a fight, the Incredible Hulk or Superman?
  28. My crush’s name is:
  29. I was born in: 
  30.  I am really: 
  31. My cellphone company is: 
  32. My eye color is: 
  33. My shoe size is: 
  34. My ring size is: 
  35. My height is: 
  36. I am allergic to: 
  37. My 1st car was: 
  38. My 1st job was: 
  39. Last book you read: 
  40. My bed is: 
  41. My pet: 
  42. My best friend: 
  43.  My favorite shampoo is: 
  44.  Xbox or ps3: 
  45.  Piggy banks are: 
  46. In my pockets: 
  47. On my calendar: 
  48. Marriage is: 
  49. Spongebob can: 
  50. My mom: 
  51. The last three songs I bought were? 
  52. Last YouTube video watched: 
  53.  How many cousins do you have? 
  54. Do you have any siblings? 
  55.  Are your parents divorced? 
  56. Are you taller than your mom? 
  57. Do you play an instrument? 
  58. What did you do yesterday?
    [ I Believe In ] 
  59. Love at first sight: 
  60. Luck: 
  61. Fate: 
  62. Yourself: 
  63. Aliens: 
  64. Heaven: 
  65.  Hell: 
  66. God: 
  67.  Horoscopes: 
  68.  Soul mates: 
  69. Ghosts: 
  70. Marriage Equality: 
  71.  War: 
  72.  Orbs:
  73. Magic:
    [ This or That ] 
  74. Hugs or Kisses: 
  75. Drunk or High: 
  76. Phone or Online: 
  77. Red heads or Black haired:
  78. Blondes or Brunettes: 
  79. Hot or cold: 
  80. Summer or winter: 
  81. Autumn or Spring: 
  82. Chocolate or vanilla: 
  83. Night or Day: 
  84. Oranges or Apples: 
  85. Curly or Straight hair:
  86. McDonalds or Burger King: 
  87. White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: 
  88. Mac or PC: 
  89. Flip flops or high heals: 
  90. Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: 
  91. Coke or Pepsi: 
  92. Buried or cremated:
  93. Singing or Dancing: 
  94.  Small town or Big city: 
  95. Wal-Mart or Target: 
  96. Manicure or Pedicure: 
  97. East Coast or West Coast:
  98. Your Birthday or Christmas: 
  99. Chocolate or Flowers: 
  100. Disney or Six Flags: 
  101. Yankees or Red Sox:
    [ Here’s What I Think About ] 
  102.  War:
  103. George Bush: 
  104. Marriage Equality: 
  105. The presidential election: 
  106. Abortion:
  107. Reality TV: 
  108. Parents:
  109. Back stabbers:
  110. Ebay: 
  111. Facebook: 
  112. Work: 
  113. My Neighbors: 
  114. Gas Prices: 
  115. Designer Clothes: 
  116. College: 
  117. Sports: 
  118. My family: 
  119. The future:
    [ Last time I ] 
  120. Hugged someone: 
  121. Last time you ate: 
  122. Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: 
  123. Cried in front of someone: 
  124. Went to a movie theater: 
  125. Took a vacation: 
  126. Swam in a pool: 
  127. Changed a diaper: 
  128. Got my nails done: 
  129. Went to a wedding: 
  130. Broke a bone:
  131. Broke the law: 
  132. Texted: 
    [ MISC ] 
  133. Who makes you laugh the most:
  134. Something I will really miss when I leave home is: 
  135. The last movie I saw: 
  136. The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: 
  137. The thing im not looking forward to: 
  138. People call me: 
  139. The most difficult thing to do is: 
  140. I have gotten a speeding ticket: 
  141. My zodiac sign is: 
  142. The first person i talked to today was: 
  143. First time you had a crush: 
  144. The one person who i can’t hide things from: 
  145. Last time someone said something you were thinking: 
  146. Right now I am talking to: 
  147. What are you going to do when you grow up: 
  148. I have/will get a job: 
  149. Tomorrow: 
  150. Today: 
  151. Next Summer: 
  152. Next Weekend: 
  153. I have these pets: 
  154. The worst sound in the world:
  155. The person that makes me cry the most is: 
  156.  People that make you happy: 
  157. Last time I cried: 
  158. My friends are: 
  159. My computer is: 
  160. My School: 
  161. My Car: 
  162. I lose all respect for people who: 
  163. The movie I cried at was: 
  164. Your hair color is: 
  165. TV shows you watch: 
  166.  Favorite web site: 
  167. Your dream vacation: 
  168. The worst pain I was ever in was: 
  169. How do you like your steak cooked: 
  170. My room is: 
  171. My favorite celebrity is: 
  172. Where would you like to be:
  173. Do you want children: 
  174. Ever been in love: 
  175. Who’s your best friend: 
  176. More guy friends or girl friends: 
  177. One thing that makes you feel great is:
  178. One person that you wish you could see right now: 
  179. Do you have a 5 year plan: 
  180. Have you made a list of things to do before you die: 
  181. Have you pre-named your children: 
  182. Last person I got mad at: 
  183. I would like to move to: 
  184. I wish I was a professional:
    [ My Favorites ] 
  185. Candy: 
  186. Vehicle: 
  187. President: 
  188. State visited: 
  189. Cellphone provider: 
  190. Athlete: 
  191. Actor: 
  192. Actress: 
  193. Singer: 
  194. Band: 
  195. Clothing store: 
  196. Grocery store: 
  197. TV show: 
  198. Movie: 
  199. Website: 
  200. Animal: 
  201. Theme park: 
  202. Holiday: 
  203. Sport to watch: 
  204. Magazine: 
  205. Book: 
  206. Day of the week: 
  207. Beach: 
  208. Concert attended: 
  209. Thing to cook: 
  210. Food: 
  211. Restaurant: 
  212. Radio station: 
  213. Yankee candle scent: 
  214. Perfume: 
  215. Flower: 
  216. Color: 
  217. Talk show host: 
  218. Comedian: 
  219. Dog breed: 
  220. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
  221. You talked to an ex today, correct?
  222. Have you taken someones virginity?
  223. Is trust a big issue for you?
  224. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
  225. What are you excited for?
  226. What happened tonight?
  227. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?
  228. Is confidence cute?
  229. What is the last beverage you had?
  230. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
  231. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
  232. What are you gonna do Saturday night?
  233. What are you going to spend money on next?
  234. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
  235. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
  236. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
  237. The last time you felt broken?
  238. Have you had sex today?
  239. Are you starting to realize anything?
  240. Are you in a good mood?
  241. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
  242. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?
  243. What do you want right this second?
  244. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?
  245. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
  246. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?
  247. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
  248. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?
  249. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
  250. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?
  251. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
  252. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?
  253. Listening to?
  254. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?
  255. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
  256. Do you believe in love at first sight?
  257. Who did you last call?
  258. Who was the last person you danced with?
  259. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?
  260. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
  261. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
  262. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?
  263. Do you tan in the nude?
  264. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?
  265. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?
  266. Who was the last person to call you? 
  267. Do you sing in the shower?
  268. Do you dance in the car?
  269. Ever used a bow and arrow?
  270. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
  271. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
  272. Is Christmas stressful?
  273. Favorite type of fruit pie?
  274. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
  275. Do you believe in ghosts?
  276. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
  277. Take a vitamin daily?
  278. Wear slippers?
  279. Wear a bath robe?
  280. What do you wear to bed?
  281. First concert?
  282. Nike or Adidas?
  283. Cheetos Or Fritos?
  284. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
  285. Favorite Taylor Swift song?
  286. Ever take dance lessons?
  287. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
  288. Can you curl your tongue?
  289. Ever won a spelling bee?
  290. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
  291. What is your favorite book?
  292. Do you study better with or without music?
  293. Regularly burn incense?
  294. Ever been in love?
  295. Who would you like to see in concert?
  296. What was the last concert you saw?
  297. Hot tea or cold tea?
  298.  Tea or coffee?
  299.  Favorite type of cookie?
  300. Can you swim well?
  301. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
  302. Are you patient?
  303. DJ or band, at a wedding?
  304. Ever won a contest?
  305. Ever have plastic surgery?
  306. Opinions on sex before marriage?
  307. Best room for a fireplace?
  308. Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.
  309. If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
  310. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
  311. What do you think about most?
  312. Ever had a poem or song written about you?
  313. Do you have any strange phobias?
  314. What’s your religion?
  315. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
  316. Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
  317. What was the last lie you told?
  318. Do you believe in karma?
  319. What does your URL mean?
  320. What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
  321. Who is your celebrity crush?
  322. How do you vent your anger?
  323. Do you have a collection of anything?
  324. Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
  325. What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
  326. What’s your biggest “what if”?
  327. Do you believe in ghosts? 
  328. How about aliens?
  329. Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? 
  330. Do the same with your left arm.
  331. Smell the air. What do you smell?
  332. What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
  333. Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?
  334. To you, what is the meaning of life?
  335. Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
  336. What was the last movie you saw?
  337. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
  338. Do you have any obsessions right now?
  339. Ever had a rumor spread about you?
  340. Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
  341. What is your astrological sign?
  342. What’s the last thing you purchased?
  343. In a relationship?
  344. How many relationships have you had?
  345. What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
  346. Where is your best friend?
  347. What were you doing last night at 12 AM?
  348. Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
  349. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
  350. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
  351. What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
  352. In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
  353. How can I win your heart?
  354. Can insanity bring on more creativity?
  355. What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
  356. What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
  357. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”
  358. Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?
  359. What is your current desktop picture?
  360. If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
  361. What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
  362. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
  363. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
  364. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
  365. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
  366. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
  367. Ever been on a plane?
  368. Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.
  369. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
  370. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?
  371. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.
  372. do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?
  373. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?
  374. are you religious/spiritual?
  375. do you care about your ethnicity?
  376. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?
  377. are you an artist?
  378. do you have a creed?
  379. describe your ideal day.
  380. dog person or cat person?
  381. inside or outdoors?
  382. are you a musician?
  383. five most influential books over your lifetime.
  384. if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?
  385. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?
  386. what’s your patronus?
  387. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?
  388. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?
  389. do you love easily?
  390. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.
  391. how often would you want to see your family every year?
  392. have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?
  393. could you live as a hermit?
  394. how would you describe your gender/sexuality?
  395. do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?
  396. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?
  397. three songs that you connect with right now.pick one of your favorite quotes.
  398. Did you answer all these truthfully ?
An Old Fashioned Wedding. (Shallura)

( Tbh this was inspired by my cousins wedding and a song from Annie Get Your Gun. Send help. Enjoy ^o~ ) (omg their vows i simply cant even )

                                         Location: Altea ( Outside )

              Shiro wasn’t prepared for this. Well, sure he was, he had gotten the rings, proposed, chose colors, helped design, chose a best man, invited guests, and all of the ususal things that come with a wedding. But nothing could prepare him for the moment his future wife would walk down the isle. For now though, all he could do is wait.

               Allura took deep breathes. She wasn’t quite sure why she was so nervous. It could be because when she walks out there, everyone will be watching her, no, thats not the type of person she was, she thought to herself. What about because shes about to become Queen Allura of Altea, hardly, she thought to herself. Then it could possibly be because a wedding only happens once, most likely, she thought, attempting to put her mind at ease. She shook her head. Coran, who she was locked arms with, looked over to her.  He was dressed in a tight fited drees shirt + pants, a blue vest and purple bow tie, with a purple hankercheif in his vest pocket. “Princess, are you feeling alright?”, he asked, more solemly than usual. Coran was obviously an emotional mess. He had been worrying about Allura all day. His pupils were shrunk as if he was frghtened everytime something little, like a flower falling out of her hair, or a loose thread on her dress. Everytime something like a tear of joy, or a soft smile from Allura turned him into a mushy mess. After all, Allura asked him to wallk her down the isle and give her away, like her father would have done. Its what he would have wanted, she insisted. “Im fine Coran. Really.”, she said, forming a warm smile. Coran gave her a big hug with a kiss on the forehead, he started getting mushy again as the hug ended. She wiped a tear from his eye. “Thank you. For everything you’ve done.”, she smiled as they re-locked arms. “No Allura, thank you.” , he smiled back. 

               The music, played by the alien residents of Altea, a soft violin/piano/harp, arrangement. At the end of the isle, under the archway, a beautiful  (light)blue/purple/pink/white flower decorate archway for that matter, stood Shiro, whom was dressed in a fitted longsleeve dress shirt with an elegant purple vest, long blue tie, black dress pants, and a red altean flower (Allura’s favorite) in his pocket,  waiting for his bride. Next to the archway on Shiro’s side, stood Keith, Shiro’s best man. Keith was dressed in a loosely fitted half sleeve dress shirt, purple vest, blue bandanna, black kahkis, and the same red flower, his hair was also tied back in a ponytail. Lance was the first to walk through the curtains, he wore a purple vest, blue suspendors, a blue bow tie, loose fitted halfsleeve dress shirt , black kahkis, and flower. In his hands he held Allura’s ring in a small wooden box. Keith narrowed his eyes at lance to warn him (scilently) not to drop the ring (or so help me god ill-). Behind Lance, was Hunk. Hunk was dressed in the same outfit as Keith with a blue ascot instead of a bandanna. In his hands, he held a small wooden box containing Shiro’s ring. He smiled as he walked. Lance was actually tearing up. When they both got to the end and stood next to Keith, the music got louder and softer in tone. Next out, would be Pidge. All of the Paladins wondered what she would look like, almost as much as Allura, for none of them had seen either all day. Pidge walked out throwing pink, purpple, blue, and white petals on the ground as she walked. Pidge, to everyones surprise, was dawning a light purple, knee length dress, with a waistband decorated with pink, blue, purple, and white flowers. Her dress had two arm fringes on each side, one ontop of the shoulder and one hanging slightly below it. On her head, shhe wore a flower crown with color quardenated flowers + clear crystals. On her feet, she wore simple white flats. Everyone started at her as she threw a snarky smiled to the boys as if to say “look at me, i did it, in your face”, the last part directed towards lance mostly…

                       After Pidge reached the end of the isle and got into her spot opposite oof Keith, the curtain opened again. This time, Allura and Coran walked out. Allura dawned a magnnificent white dress, with sheer flowing arms and a lace bodice. The skirt was plain, yet beautiful, and draped down her sides, with a beauutiful long train in the back. The belt was covered in white flowers and clear crystals. Her hair was in her natural up-do with flowers embedded into her hair. In her free hand, she held a large bouquet of mostly purple and blue, with the occasiional pink, white, or pearl. Coran was tearing up as he lead her to the front of the isle. Allura smiled at Shiro who was in awe of her, even though all thats changed is her outfiit, which he could care less about looks anyway. Lance was already tearing up, as well as Pidge and Hunk. They all smiled though. When they reached the front of the isle, the music faded away. Allura looked over to the mushy Coran who was trying to compose himself enough to speak properly. “Oh Coran, don’t cry.” , she said as he wiped his tears. “Awws” could be heard from the audience as Coran began to speak. “I now give this woman to this man, as her father figure.”, he sated with a smile as he let Allura go to Shiro. Coran walked up to the stand as Allura handed her bouquet off to Pidge and joined hands with Shiro. All of the Paladins besides Keith and Shiro, were now teary-eyed. Squeaks of crying could be hear from the mice who sat in the audience. The wedding party giggled and Shiro wiped an upcoming tear from his brides eye. They all smiled. “You look stunning.”, Shiro whispered.

                 “We gather here today to see this man, and this woman, be joined in holy matromony. Today, we will witness two becoming one, to share a life, a love, hope, friendship, children, family, together as one. Love is the ultimate bond. One that cannot be forced, wished, or forged. Love, is a bond that cannot be broken. Love, is a beautiful thing. And Ladies and Gents, this, is love.”, Coran took a break to wipe his eyes and blow his nose with his hankercheif. Giggles were heard all around. He continued, “We will now hear the vows, starting with the bride.”. “Shiro, when we first met, I never would have dreamed we would have been here oone day. I thought that we would never be anything more than paladin and princess. But I was very wrong. I vow, to keep you safe, to provide for you, to agree with you, to love you, to stay with you as long as we live. I love you Shiro.”, She said as she squeezed his hand. Pidge wiped her tears. Lance and Hunk were both bawling. It was Shiro’s turn now. “Allura, you have taught me so many things. In thhe begining, you had us all focus on bonding with our lions. But, love, is a stronger bond that any lion bond i’ve even seen. Even Keith’s.-”, Keith quickly wiped away a single tear. “-I vow to hold you, protect you, care for you, listen to you, and stay beside you. I love you.”. Litteraly everyoone had shed a tear by the time Shiro finished, even Keith. “Allura, do you take this man to be your husband?”, “Yes, I do.”, “Shiro, do you take this woman to be your wife?” , “Yes, I do.”, “By the power invested in me by the planet of Altea, I now pronounce you, husband and wife, AND, King and Queen of Altea! You may now kiss the bride.” , Coran said gleefully. Shiro and Allura share a kiss as the guests and wedding party started cheering. 

Mr and Mrs 

                                                   ~*~ *BONUS*~*~

 “3…..2….1~!”, Allura yelled as she threw the bouquet of flowers behind her. 

Pidge missed, but her lion caught it. “Im marrying my computer anyway


The wedding party chuckled as Shiro nervously hunted for the wedding garter under Allura’s dress. They were both clearly embarressed that Shiro was looking too high. 

“3…2..1!”, Shiro yelled as he threw the garter behind him.

“No way! Keiith dosen’t deserve to get laid before me!” , Lance yelled, as Keith was the one who caught the garter, mostly because he didn’t want Lance to catch it and brag abaout it.

( Please send me some feedback on this!! I was gonna doo the full reception and have a scene from the honeymoon as a bonus but im pretty tired >o< , I might do it in the future though if this works out lol. I really wish I could draw the garter bonus lol curse my non existent artistic abilities! ) 

anonymous asked:

why do you like red so much? like yeah it was good but i thought that critics said it wasn't sonically cohesive or something

i mean, fuck sonic cohesiveness or whatever. RED IS THE BEST ALBUM ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH DO YOU WANT PROOF I’LL GIVE YOU PROOF.

  • red - i loooove this song omg like the background guitar i love it so much i love the idea i love the imagery i love the picture she paints of this turbulent, crazy, passionate love “like the colors in autumn so bright just before they lose it all” damn i love that line so much i just can’t with this song??? i love how it incorporates like her country roots ugh i just love it so much “remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go, but moving on from him isn’t possible when i still see it all in my head, in burning red” BYE
  • i knew you were trouble - soooo different from the first three songs but man HEADBANG JAM OUT DANCE AROUND THE CLUB I DONT GIVE A FUCK THIS SONG IS SUCH A GOOD SONG TO LIP SYNC AND ACT OUT WITH APPROPRIATE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND CRAP AND HONESTLY IT’S CATCHY AS FUCK IT WILL NEVER GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD also i looooove how taylor kinda went outside her comfort song with the whole dubstep/electronic vibes oh man LOVE THIS SONG
  • i almost do - im gonna be honest i rarely listen to this song but only because i feel like crying every. damn. time and honestly i’m not emotionally strong to handle this beauty. “i bet it never ever occured to you that i can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye” :-((( i’m so sad just thinking about it
  • we are never ever getting back together - i don’t think i’ll get over how amazing this song is??? perfect for after i almost do because you just want to GET UP AND DANCE and be ANGRY and happy at the same time????????? this song is such a JAM you can dance your ass off to it and it helps you in times of anger what a wonderful piece of pop music
  • stay stay stay - the fucking happiest song on the face of the earth????? the cute music??? taylor sounds like she’s smiling the entire song??? the little laugh???? i’m dead??? it’s so HAPPY the relationship she describes is so HAPPY this song makes me wanna smile twenty four seven it gets me so excited to be in love wow
  • the last time - this song is so heartwrenching it literally tugs at your heartstrings the harmonizing with gary the lyrics the music it’s almost haunting “and right before your eyes i’m breaking” and the BRIDGE you can practically hear the pleading in taylor’s voice you can hear her breaking im gonna cry just THINKING about it i love this song so much everyone go listen to it RIGHT NOW
  • holy ground - fuck this song is so good. it’s so so so sos os good. so happy. so reminiscent. it just gives off this vibe of dancing down the street with not a care in the world. it makes me want to move to a big city and accomplish everything i want in the world. it makes me want to fall in love and fall out of love “spinning like a girl in a brand new dress” yes pls “we blocked the noise with the sound of i need you” and taylor’s so content about the end of the relationship it’s accepting it’s looking back on this great relationship and it’s not sad but happy that it happened and that’s just such an important point to be at post breakup and i love it also the DRUMS
  • the lucky one - really the only song taylor’s written about fame and it’s written BEAUTIFULLY i love the vibe it gives off like she’s a hollywood starlet the music is sooo nice and the words just flow together i honestly don’t even know how to explain it you just have to listen to it it’s amazing
  • everything has changed - this song is so SWEET it makes me want to fall in love so bad i wanna feel all of this how can you not after this song i love how it’s really only guitar at first i love how ed’s in it and how it sounds when they sing honestly their voices go together SO WELL man i love this song
  • begin again - what do i even say honestly…. the music and everything is so simple but not the words and not the message and it’s SUCH an important message because the song showcases how broken taylor was after all the relationships described through this album, these crazy, turbulent loves and begin again shows like a new beginning a wonderful one filled with hope and happiness and you can hear that in her voice and when she sings “i’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end” i cry a little ngl wow what a strong ending to the album

anyway this album is literally better than anything ever in the world

Inexorably Linked

The air is unnaturally dark, thick with ill-colored clouds as the Shepherds are teleported onto Grima’s back, for the final confrontation. Robin can feel the rumbling of the dragon’s breath underneath his boots, feel his presence in his mind like a throbbing headache. The dragon roars, and dark spikes shoot up from the ground, dealing grievous wounds to everyone as they retract.

“Aɴᴅ sᴏ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅs, Rᴏʙɪɴ. Sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ғʀᴀɪʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ʙᴏɴᴅs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴀʀᴇ? Hᴏᴡ sʜᴏʀᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ? Hᴏᴡ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss? Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ!”

It couldn’t end like this, not before they even had a chance to fight back! Robin’s blood ran cold as Grima offered him the choice- to join him, and spare his friends. He knew there was no way Grima would let the Shepherds live, and he could almost feel Grima’s annoyance at his refusal. The vessel scoffed, and a portal opened beneath Robin’s feet, swallowing him into a black void.

He struggled against the inky blackness, Grima’s voice ever at his ear, snarling at him to submit to his will, that there was no point in resisting him further. Robin almost gave in to despair as the dragon’s will began to slowly crush his own. That is, until he heard Chrom’s voice calling out to him, muffled, but growing stronger and clearer. Telling him to fight back, that he was strong. And then everyone’s voices joined him, the bonds that they shared creating a light that pierced the seemingly endless void before him, showing him the way back.

Chrom’s hand was firmly grasped in his own once he returned to reality, and he offered the lord a relieved smile. “Thank you… Chrom.” They embrace as Naga’s power thrums through them, healing everyone’s wounds, giving them the strength to fight again.

Chrom rushed towards Grima’s vessel, Falchion at the ready, and Robin lingered a few paces behind, striking down the Grimleal that have given chase, protecting him. Morgan was quickly at his side, and her presence gladdened him.

Grima only smirked as Chrom advanced on him, almost welcoming the slash to his stomach. Blood pounded in his ears, drowning out the strangled cry behind him.

Oblivious, Chrom kicked the vessel as he doubled over, turning around only when he heard the various shouts of his name, urging him to stop. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Robin curled up on the ground, bleeding from the very same blow he had given to Grima. In an instant he is at Robin’s side, horrified that he had caused this. Morgan is trying her best to stop the bleeding, tears streaming from her eyes.

“R-Robin… how are we supposed to beat him?” he asked, voice cracking as he took Robin’s hand, glancing with horror at the wound on his stomach. Chrom removed his cape, pressing the fabric against the bleeding slash.

“I-if I… deliver the final blow… he’ll be gone… f-forever…” Robin groaned, squeezing at Chrom’s hand like a lifeline.

“B-but… you’ll die!” Chrom shook his head, a small whine escaping him.

“I’m… dying a-anyways… I may as well… get to choose h-how…” Robin coughed, flinching at the pain of his wounds. Seeing the plea in Robin’s gaze, Chrom finally relented, helping him to his feet, taking most of his weight as they approached Grima.

Chrom has to help Robin deliver the blow, but ultimately, he is the one to plunge his sword into Grima’s chest, screaming as the pain rebounds back to him.

“F-ғᴏᴏʟ… ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ… ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ… ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ…”

Robin’s knees buckle, and he surely would have fallen if Chrom had not been there to catch him, lowering him gently to the ground, resting Robin’s head in his lap. The tactician’s form is already beginning to break up as the others rush to them. Morgan is already kneeling by her father, holding one of his hands and sobbing.

“T-tell the others… my last thoughts… were of them…” Robin’s voice was strained, and the sound of it brought tears to Chrom’s eyes.

“They’re all here… they know… just hang on… okay?” Chrom’s hands shake as he runs his fingers through Robin’s hair, taking shuddery breaths as he fights the wave of heartbreak threatening to overwhelm him.

“May we meet again… i-in a better life…” Chrom swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as he shakes his head in denial. He doesn’t want Robin to leave him, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it. He’s already fading away. A small sound forces him to open his eyes again, looking down at Robin, looking into his distant eyes.

“It’s a-alright… it doesn’t hurt anymore…” Robin whispered, giving Chrom a warm smile, one that pierces his heart, reminding him why he fell in love with him all over again. But the smile vanished, and he took a breath to speak again. “Chrom… I’m scared… of what comes next. I… I don’t… I don’t want to die… and become nothing…” his voice breaks, quiet sobs escaping him as he cries, and the tears run hot down Chrom’s cheeks as he attempts to comfort the dying man.

“You won’t become nothing… Naga will surely welcome you by her side… I’m sure Emm will be happy to see you too…” he tried to sound calm and soothing, but his voice was far too raw with emotion.

“Ch-Chrom… I love you…” Robin is able to manage one last smile before his physical form finally unravels, leaving only his bloodstained coat draped in Chrom’s lap. The only proof that he had ever existed in the first place.

@seraphinu what i sthis im in tears you actually wrote it

Eminem’s Concert

on this post im gonna talk about HOW AMAZING the concert was and everything i had to do to get there and all that, plus some extra pictures

by the way if you want me to post any video of him performing any song just ask, cause i literally recorded every song, some of them are a few seconds long, and others are longer, but i have over 1 hour in just videos so just ask :)

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