i have a thing im working on but its not turning out how i want it to so hopefully i will finish it


Here is the transcript from the panel only including the actual questions, for the people who cant watch / don’t have time / or who were triggered by some of the topics discussed. 

All of the personal stories have been removed, this is just the questions that the fans asked and Jack answered. Some questions were left out as i either couldn’t hear it properly or they were too complicated to write out (only one or two). Enjoy!

Fan: I wanted to know if you could speak another language?

Jack: Uh, kinda? I mean- I barely speak english, so. I speak a small bit of Irish, French, Danish, a little bit of Korean. Not very well!


Fan: I have a serious question, do you want to go to prom with me?

Jack: I was waiting for some very strong political commentary or something. Dude i’ll go to prom with you! I’m not a cheap date though. Im gonna need a limo, a dress, flowers.. Ok, sure. No problem. Hit me up. Hit me up in the DMs. Slide into them DMs man.


Fan: Do you prefer the original ghostbusters or the remake?

Jack: What do you think? It’s like- Do you like to eat pizza, or do you like to eat garbage? Does that answer your question? [laughs]


Fan: What’s your favourite song?

Jack: Im gonna have to go with the opening to Peppa Pig. It’s the best. It’s hard to top that. [snorts] [quietly sings Peppa Pig theme song]


Fan: Whats your favourite soundtrack from a game?

Jack: Oh, Jesus. See, everyone wants me to say Undertale, and that’s a good one, but i’m going to have to go with Shadow of the Colossus. And thats not just because its my favourite game ever, i think the soundtrack is really good and it really compliments that game as well. And its epic, you should work out to that soundtrack. Just like, battling titans, its amazing.


Fan: Since you don’t like Guinness, what kind of beer do you like?

Jack: See i’m like the worst irishman. I like beer but it’s like, Miller and Coors. Im so not patriotic at all. I like light beers. Im sorry everybody!


Fan: Do you like Twenty One Pilots and if so, what’s your favourite song by them?

Jack: I started off listening to their Blurry Face album- [Audience cheers] Man, thats all i have to talk about is Twenty One Pilots and then i’m good? [Audience cheers again] My favourite song from them is Lame Boy.


Fan: I wanted to know what your favourite storyline series is on the channel? Aside from Shadow of the Colossus.

Jack: Oh god, hit me with all the big questions. I don’t know, there’s a lot of good ones that i’ve played that have really good stories. My current favourite one is Night in the Woods. I love it, it’s just so weird! “Im a total trash mammal”. But probably Undertale. I’m not pandering either, i really like it.


Fan: Is there something that you wanted to try in the next year that you haven’t tried before?

Jack: Hmm, how much am i allowed to say… One thing that i want to try more of, and i’ve said this in videos, is to try and do this kind of thing in a touring fashion. To try and go around- because we always go to these events, and we always go to panels at them, but not everyone can come to this and there’s people watching at home- Hi people at home! [waves at camera] So it kind of sucks because all of these events go on in places that certain people can’t get to. So im going to try and do a thing- its not going to be anything crazy. We’re just going to try and do a thing where we go to more places and try and do more of these at different venues. Hopefully, i don’t know how that’s going to work, we need to test it out first. It could be awful. But hopefully we can get it done.


Fan: What video was the most fun for you to make?

Jack: Oh god, there’s like four million of them. I don’t know, it’s different because different things are fun for different reasons. Recording certain series- recording Shadow of the Colossus was really fun because its my favourite game, and then recording The Last Guardian was awesome because that was the sequel to that. And then recording with these guys [gestures to Mark, Ethan, etc] is awesome as well because we always laugh a lot. Different games for different reasons, certain things that- well, its more the ones that stand out to me more so the ones that are ‘fun’. It’s easy to have fun but its hard for a game to have a huge impact on you. 

So two games that come to mind that have had a huge impact on me was ‘That Dragon, Cancer’ because thats just a rollercoaster from start to finish. That and ‘The Beginners Guide’ was a big one for me. Because i remember when i finished recording that video i was like “Ok, people are going to like this. I love this, this was a good thing to record.” And it was a nice experience to share and i don’t often get to do that with games. Like its fun to do Happy Wheels and everything, but at the end of the day they all kind of blend together. These are the ones that stand out, and it’s the one that stand out and sit there for a very long time that mean the most to you. Not that they were the most fun to record, but they were the ones to kind of stay with me the longest.


Fan: Is there a game that you play that you’re not very fond of?

Jack: Ooo, good one. I don’t know, i don’t think there is. If there’s ever a game that i’m not really fond of i just don’t play it. I think that goes for a lot of people. Or if i get bored of something i usually stop playing it. Well a lot of games i don’t know what they’re going to be like until i play it. God i wish i had an example, im bad at this. What videos have i recorded?


Fan: If you were to discover a planet in outer space, what would you name that planet?

Jack: Well, Uranus is taken. So im going to have to go with Urectum.


Fan: What kept you motivated throughout your entire YouTube career even when things seemed like they would never go your way?

Jack: Its going to sound like a cop out, but literally the people who watch the videos. I know it sounds cheesy and it sounds like you’re pandering to the people, but thats the real reason. There’s always a time when you’re uploading stuff that you don’t know if its going to do well or you don’t know if people are going to like it, and sometimes it just takes off and people love it. Then there’s always the times when you feel really down and you can go into the comments or go on Instagram or Tumblr or Twitter or something, and you can see people saying really nice things, or you will see them drawing fan art of the game that you’ve played or telling you their story. Like the people who have come up and said that you’ve helped them a lot, its that kind of stuff that keeps you going. 

Because it’s very easy when you’re doing YouTube to get very jaded by it, because there’s a lot of- like when you get super involved in it and you do it as your job and you’re doing it day after day all the time, its very easy for it to consume you and to make you feel a bit cynical about everything. I don’t know, like you kind of take for granted what you have. So its when you do things like this, when you meet people, when you hear their stories and you hear how much what you do means to them, even if you think its silly, that keeps you going. Because you mean a lot for other people, as much as the people mean for you when they watch your videos. It’s a very back and forth thing and i definitely think its the viewers who watch your content.


Fan: Does pineapple belong on pizza?



Fan: What do you want to say to all of the haters of pineapple on pizza out there?

Jack: Fuck you. There’s two types of people in the world, people who like pineapple on pizza, and people who are wrong [points at Mark]


Fan: When the full release [of Subnautica] comes out in May, are you going to re-do the series?

Jack: Yes. I mean, i feel like i kind of have to. Well i’ll probably skip a lot of the similar stuff like building bases and farming things [can’t hear what he said here] and whatever we haven’t seen or if stuff has changed or anything like that. I will definitely do it again, i love that game. The more Subnautica i get to play, the better. Its like the best game ever.


Fan: How is it like to make people smile every day?

Jack: It’s the best, man. Its awesome. It’s weird when you do- like i know that YouTube, what we do, people don’t consider it a job, but it is a job. And not a lot of people get to have that sort of feedback in their job or their line of work or the stuff that they like to do, or in their hobbies even. So its really cool that the stuff that we get to do that makes us happy, in turn reflects and makes other people happy, which in turn makes us happy, then it makes you happy. So its a really cool thing. I love it. I can’t imagine myself doing anything else anymore and it’s the best feeling in the world.


Fan: What’s a big goal that you want to achieve this year or in the next coming years?

Jack: Its like talking to a guidance counsellor again, like, ‘Where do you see yourself in five years?’. I don’t know, happy? [laughs]

Fan: It’s ok, happy is good. Stay happy!

Jack: I will try my best. As i said in the other question, i hope to do touring, and there’s other stuff that i’m trying to get done, that i can’t really say anything about and we don’t know if they’re going to happen or not so i don’t want to put stuff out there. As i said in the new years video i did, i just want to try and reach my potential or at least push past that. Because again, it’s very easy to just get complacent and just upload videos and do whatever, but you need to have that drive and that fire in you to keep going and try new things. I really want to try new things because i keep putting it off a lot of the time like, ‘oh, i have to make videos today i don’t have time for that.’ 

So i want to try and do more, and try and do bigger and better things because i always see other people do bigger and better things and its really inspiring. I want to try and reach that kind of potential as well. And i want to surprise people more than anything. I don’t want to just do the same thing over and over again and people think ‘oh its the loud, swearing Irishman.’ That’s cool, and that’s going to be on my gravestone, but i want to do more, and i want to as i said, surprise people and maybe do stuff that people thought i couldn’t do or stuff that i didn’t think i could do. I don’t know what that is, but we will find out together.


Fan: What’s it like knowing that thousands, millions of people support you in your dream even though 95% of them you’ve never met?

Jack: That is a weird thing, isn’t it? Because i always meet people and like all you guys here, a lot of you know who i am, some of you probably don’t, you probably just wandered in here, saw a crowd and was like ‘sure, whats going on in here?’ [laughs] So its really weird when you meet people and they know so much about you but you know almost nothing about them. Or maybe you know their username or their avatar and stuff like that, so i don’t know, it’s really bizarre. It’s a really surreal feeling, it’s awesome, i love that. I love that when you do YouTube you can reach so many different people, and not just world wide, there is so many people in different countries that speak languages that i had never even heard spoken, that you can see watched your video and im like, how? That kind of stuff is just so cool. I’m always fascinated by it. I don’t think i’ll ever stop being fascinated by it.


Fan: When did you and Signe meet? And how?

Jack: We actually met through Tumblr, which is really weird. Whenever i tell people that, they are kind of like ‘Oh.. i don’t know..’ Oh, we have five minutes! Ok, really fast. So, i was on Tumblr one day, and i was looking at a cool thing, and then she was like ‘hey dude wassup’ and i was like ‘yo girl wassup’ and then i was like ‘oh awesome.. thats pretty cool’ [laughs] 

No, she had drawn some stuff of me a long time ago and then we just got talking. I can’t remember what we got talking about first, i’m terrible. And then i needed- I asked her if i could use one of her pieces of art in a thumbnail for a fan game that was done, so we just kind of got talking through that. And then she was doing a livestream on her birthday, and she was drawing me in it, so i stopped in, creepily. And i just said, “Hey, you better draw me pretty.” as a joke and she said “Go fuck yourself.” so i was like [nods head] Suh dude? [laughs] Its not just some magical fairytale, i didn’t ride in on a white horse brandishing a blade. I’m such a Casanova, right?

mc falling asleep on the rfa+minor trio ❤️


- he was such a tease
- yeah its all fun and games till you stayed up all night, unable to sleep because of his ass
- he did apologize though
- zen had the day off, so you wouldve just slept in had you not needed to prepare for the upcoming party
- halfway through ansewring guest emails you could barely keep your eyes open, he noticed
- “babe, why dont you take a break ?”
- when you just grunted and yawned, he sighed
- but then he got an idea
- “at least come a little closer, its so lonely over here without my babe~”
- you scoot closer on the couch and smile, leaning on him as she wraps an arm around your waist
- he was so warm what
- you subconsciously cuddle up against him, eyes dropping when she starts running his hand through your hair
- when he feels your phone fall into his lap, he looks down from the tv to see youve finally fallen asleep, snoring softly
- mission accomplished
- youre so cute fuck
- definately takes several selfies with you passed out against his chest


- you were so exhausted from the several all-nighters and constant anxiety
- either you had less stamina than you originally thought or all that studying really did you in
- either way, yoosung had enough energy to play some stress relief rounds of lolol while you felt more than dead and ready to pass out
- but it was hard ? without yoosung in the bed
- so in a brilliant moment of absolute exhaustion and grumpy clingyness you decided one way or another you will get your sleep
- when yoosung felt you tap his shoulder, and he turned around in his chair to see what you needed (having accomplished his ingame task with his guild for the moment), the last thing he expected was for you to plop down in his lap
- ????????
- he was confused and shocked and slightly turned on but thats beside the point
- (are you wearing his hoodie)
- (yes, yes you are)
- when you snuggled into his neck and wrapped your arms around his waist, telling him to keep playing, he smiled and kissed your temple, rubbing your back before returning to his game
- you were already drifting off, very much welcoming his warmth and affection, his hand on your back quickly lulling you into a long (and much needed) sleep
- yoosung thought you were so cute and told everyone on the messenger/in his guild how you fell asleep on him and how ADORABLE it was
- definately took a picture
- soon enough, he said goodbye to his guild friends, logged off and joined you in sleep
- his computer chair probably wasnt the BEST idea to sleep but youll deal with that when you wake up


- it was your cafe’s grand opening
- more people showed up than expected…..
- watching jaehee buzz around to bring customers their orders as you tended to your own duties made you feel so full of love
- despite how busy and concentrated she was, she wore a genuine smile the whole time
- her hair had grown a little in the time span of getting and setting up the shop, it reached her chin now
- she was so cute
- “excuse me ?”
- your attention snapped back to the customer in front of you, apologizing for your distraction
- each time you brushed by each other, she gave you a smile that made the corner of her eyes crinkle up in happiness “i cant believe this is happening”
- oh its happening
- at the end of the day, you two were so exhausted you slumped together on a booth by the back
- she was talking about how happy she was, how this was practically a dream come true, how grateful was that you were here with her-
- shed look down at you as she spoke
- you fell asleep against her shoulder…..
- she smiled and leaned her head against yours - she still feels a bit weird, still not entirely sure how she feel about you
- but she knows theyre good feelings
- maybe it really will take until she hair grows to reach her back
- but thats okay, she can take as much time as she needs


- jumin had spent a lot of time cooped up on his office today
- like more than usual
- so you decided you were going to be the best wife and pleasently surprise him with a delicious dinner for when he got home
- if elizabeth 3rd would stop batting at your flimsy skirt cat pLEASE
- she actually ended up snagging a piece of meat you accidentally dropped oh the floor
- and you chased her around every square inch of the penthouse because jumin would kill you if she ate that AND stained her perfect fur
- she successfully hid behind the couch and devoured it
- you sunk to the floor and resorted to begging with the cat
- “elise you can eat it if you just let me clean your fur at least before the sauce stains it pleASE”
- this is probably the second stupidest thing youve ever done
- despite being a feline, she seemed please with that, purring happily in your arms and cleaning herself>br> - “lets keep this between us, okay?”
- until you brought the wet washcloth close to her face
- t r a i t o r c a t
- you gained a few scratches on your collarbone and arms, but you washed the sauce of successfully
- whew
- you got back to work on dinner, already tired as you placed everything neatly on the table and waited for-
- “mc, im home.”
- you darted to the door and greeted him with a kiss, clinging to his arm “welcome home, jumin !”
- “its good to finally see you, my love.” he bent down as elizabeth trotted up happily to greet her owner “and you too, elizabeth 3rd.”
- “whats that smell?” youd completely forgotten about the dinner you made !
- you smiled excitedly before speaking up “i made you dinner. come on~” you pulled him into the dining room, pulling out a chair for him before sitting in the one beside it, as opposed to the one across like you usually do
- he blinked his mild surprise away before smiling softly and taking a seat “thank you, it looks amazing.”
- you both talked about your days as you ate (intentionally omitting elizabeth’s preformance of course)
- that pompous little cat was curled up on the couch, behaving herself either due to jumins prescence or her full stomach you werent sure
- after you finished eating, you leaned against jumins shoulder, exhausted
- he looked down at you, curious, but your eyes were closed and your face relaxed, lips parted ever so slightly
- youd dozed off
- he chuckled and wiped his mouth ith a napkin, realizing you probably went to ridiculous lengths to make this for him you have no idea trustfund
- hed carry you to the bedroom and lay you down to rest, then clean up the table himself soon
- but for now you can rest for a bit


- this boy was working hard as ever
- legs crossed, laptop ontop of them
- at least he was on the bed, at the end of it, furiously typing away
- youd just finished getting ready to sleep, but you wanted to sleep with him beside you
- “almost done…?” you asked hopefully
- “yeah,” he reached behind himself to stroke your leg comfortingly, tossing a smile over his shoulder “almost done. dont worry.”
- he was so tired and you could tell, even if he hadnt faced you completely
- you could hear it in his voice, saw the exhaustion in his eye
- you nodded, smiling back and he got back to work
- you suppressed a yawn, pulling the sheets over your lower half and leaning back against the headboard
- you fiddled with the cover, waiting patiently for him to finish his work and join you to sleep
- “hey, cute stuff.”
- you hummed, looking up, hoping he had finished his work and was flashing you that million dollar grin
- you deflated a little when you saw him, still tapping away at his keyboard.
- he rubbed his neck “why dont you just go to sleep ? ill join you, i promise, but youre tired”
- you sighed a little, pushing yourself off the headboard to slip you arms under his, wrapping them around his stomach and laying against his back “not without you.”
- he was silent for a bit, stiff, but soon relaxed and shook his head “i… will hurry this up.”
- you hummed again, eyes drifting shut, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades
- he figured youd fallen asleep soon after that, your grip loosening a bit as your breathing slowed
- he smiled to himself and sped up his working pace


- sometimes v suffered from bouts insomnia
- it wasnt terrible, but hed end up staying up later than he wished, no matter how tired he was
- when that happened, hed usually get under the covers and snuggle against you, focusing on your soft, slow breathing until he fell asleep
- but sometimes hed end up sitting against the headboard, reflecting on his choices and reminding himself ‘how awful.’
- when that happened, youd usually wake up to him still wide awake but so tired
- but this time, you woke up in the middle of the night
- there he was, leaned ahainst the headboard, stsring into nothing
- “v?”
- he startled a bit, looking down in your direction “mc, im sorry, did i wake you?”
- “no,” you sat up and laid your head against his chest “sleep with me.”
- “soon…” he pet your head, brushing the soft strands back as you closed your eyes
- “dont take long”
- he hummed and kissed what he assumed was the top of your head (or somewhere around) by the feel of your hair against his lips
- you quickly fell back into sleep snuggled against him, your hand geld in his free one
- with you in his arms like this, he almost forgot about his intrusice thoughts, stroking your hair
- his neck ached but he kept his face in your hair - the smell of your shampoo was calming
- after a while, he may his head back and thought, with you, maybe he could focus more on the present


- ngl
- this boy
- he fell asleep on you sometimes when you were alone
- you were comfy
- hed never admit tho
- especially lately since you were working so hard for the next party
- hed just lay his head in your lap or on your shoulder while you worked and snooze while waiting for you to finish, one hand absent-mindedly playing with his hair
- hed also made a habit of using you as his pillow when you both slept
- sometimes when he woke up from nightmares, hed bury his face in your neck or hair and wrap his body around you, ever cautious of waking you up
- you were so comforting even when you werent awake
- your smell, your warmth
- so he was used to falling asleep on you if anything
- he wasnt quite sure how to react when you fell asleep on him while emailing a possible guest
- his cheeks were a bit hot, with your hot breath fanning over his neck everytime you exhaled
- he did smile a bit and maneuvered to kiss your forehead
- however just as he did so, a camera went off
- “im keeping it forever.”
- “wha- saeran? whashapnin?”
- “LOOK at what you did. DELETE THE PICTURE.”
- “no can do saeran~”
- needless to say you didnt get to sleep for very long


- you were watching a movie together
- no matter how often you two get the opportunity to cuddle, you cherish every one of them, because vanderwood is just so comfortable
- and they smell amazing…..
- youre so grateful to get to cuddle with someone like them
- sometimes you thought they were secretly an angel
- the first time you told them that they scoffed
- the second time you told them that, they quietly said “yours, perhaps.”
- the third time you told them that, they rolled their eyes, and smiles a little
- laying against their chest, snuggled under their coat, you were in heaven
- you could probably fall asleep right then and there
- actually, you probably were about to
- the movie wasnt bad or anything, but you were alot more interested in vanderwod than the movie
- vanderwood seemed to be alot more interested in you than the movie as well, watching your eyes slowly drift shut, a hand fisted gently in their shirt
- they smiled and stroked your hair before reaching for the remote to turn the volume of the tv down
- theh pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over the two of you
- it struggled to cover their feet, but covered your body perfectly from shoulder to toes
- they stared down at you fondly, then leaned their head against the arm of the couch and looked back to the movie
- “i guess, maybe, youre my angel, too.”

Friends – Part 2

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A/N: This is so long I apologize but I want to settle a lot of things in the beginning, also I had to cut it at the part I was most excited to write because of the length fhdfjdjbjf

Summary: A knock on your door may seem like the most uninteresting thing that can happen in a passing day, but it actually isn’t. Especially not when the knock belongs to a boy who brings you on exciting adventures and opens your eyes to things you had never appreciated before

Word count: 2,1k

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Birthday Boy

You felt your head pounding the next morning. Dreading to open your eyes and face the light glimpsing through the curtains, you stayed still and felt the pounding getting stronger and stronger. You started to wonder if it wasn’t just in your head, because when you listened more carefully – the sounds got sharper. More knocking at the door. You dragged yourself out of bed, only to realise you were in last night’s clothes and had failed to remove your makeup before going to sleep. Following your memory, you had two glasses of wine and three shots of vodka the night before – well, at least you thought that was the correct amount.

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labbender  asked:

hey, got any headcanons for anemone ?? or maybe anemarin too???

anemoneeee i love her….

and okay so let me just make a disclaimer that most of my headcanons are completely canon compatible BUT i rlly dont know abt anythign involving anemone later in the books, so some of my stuff MAY be ….inaccurate but. whatever i like my anemone the way she is-

so anemone is like. my second favorite character in the series (burn is number one holla hollaaa), because she is SO MORALLY GREY its enthralling imo. Shes a child, first of all, which i think is amazing in itself. The whole literary symbolism of children being innocent and pure and hopeful is completely turned on its ass with anemone, because she was abused by her shitty mother (and maybe father, idk), actually killed someone (not totally accidentally either), and is potentially one of the most powerful dragons in the world. we can discuss the awesome development the animus magic ACTUALLY contributes to her in a minute, but let me finish my train of thought - so essentially anemone is this chaotic whirlwind of a dragonet, instantly marked for greatness at the second you meet her, and completely defies standard literary symbolism, acting as a HUGE thematic element just by herself…

yo like . if you want the best character development, with the most conflicted and destroyed way of thinking, anemone is ur girl. hoooooo boy lets..lets keep going. 

She was raised on Corals hip from when she hatched because of her mom’s obsessive control issues, a disgustingly abusive hover mom who raised her daughter to LOATHE the idea of being tethered to ANYTHING (hint hint, morals), and to always be the absolute center of attention. A lot of people can flatten anemone to some petty rich girl trope, which is viable, sure, at surface level, but anemone (and honestly a lot of characters that fall in the rich girl trope) live on the praise and encouragement of others. Anemone is INCREDIBLY jealous of everything (note: not envious), and fears 1) losing the few things she has (her ‘friends’, possessions, stature, etc…), and 2) being alone and unappreciated. Bc she has absolutely 0 self esteem (shes a princess (she was born into that, didnt earn it), is an animus (is isolated from everyone and treated like a weapon), and has never had the freedom to /do/ anything other than be the two things i just mentioned. and she is AWARE of this and therefore is aware of how absolutely awful her life/self is). 

okay so, lets talk about…the animus magic. So animus magic, fundamentally, chips away at ones sense of judgement the more you use it (at least thats how it worked in arc 1, god knows what the fuck tui changed in arc 2, but idc im going off the first way), so the more you use it, the more reckless, and “insane” you become. so anemone, raised as a weapon, and raise with the EXTREME desire for freedom to do whatever the hell she wants, is obviously going to have some judgement issues in the first place. this animus magic acts as a trial of sorts, pushing anemone into this really interesting and unique moral threshold, where she can either recognize her flaws, accept them, and grow from them, or silence them more and become some chaotic disaster. so really she gets put between a rock and a hard place, and she has to choose, on the spot, which way she needs to go. ill let you think of ur own ways you would want it to end, but personally ive always enjoyed the idea that she teeters towards accepting herself (not completely ofc), and ..that whole thing. yada yada. happy-ish ending. woohoo

so anemone is this volatile, manipulative kid who really just wants validation and freedom, but has been stifled and shoved in a metaphorical box since she was hatched, and labeled as a potential danger, good for mass destruction. she has the potential to represent two different themes; 1 being that (in the happier ending scenario) the acceptance of pain, flaws, and that kinda stuff allows for growth and can help mend her behavior, 2 being (in the more grim ending) that the succumbing to ones trauma/etc and allowing it to define you and how you act ultimately destroys you, and those around you. (hopefully you can see why i enjoy the first ending better…)

and…if you’l allow me to take this a step further (and longer lol…), i’d like to talk abt my headcanons for future anemone…

so assuming she gets out with the happier ending (lets not talk about the sad one), i like to believe that anemone stews as princess for a while as tsunami continues managing the school with the other DoD, really bitter at her mom for being abusive and shitty (duh, me 2 anemone) and trying to forgive her mom, but really unable to, and ends up just getting more and more vengeful. so eventually, when shes probably 8 or so, she actually challenges coral for the throne, and after a really..rlly intense battle, with a lot of passion and pent up anger from anemone and bewildered betrayal and anger from coral, anemone ends up killing her mom and becoming queen, and then has to deal with a lot of second-guessing and guilt and just. tiredness, but ultimately (after a few years) recognizes that she /doesnt/ have to forgive her mom, or ANYONE for the shit theyve done to her, and that its her choice. 

and she decides that she is gonna fucking SLAY as a queen, do waaayy better than her mom (who literally just wrote shitty fanfiction all day and let everyone else do the governing…..), and tries to be honestly? the best dragon she can be. im so proud of her. my little girl…all grown up………………………….wipes my tears

aaannnd regarding anemone and tamarin….i think its definitely a little kid crush, (i mean…in canon they are literally children) so i dont see it getting too far (tamarin is pretty gentle but i dont think anemone is ready for any kind of serious relationship until AFTER she figures herself out first. otherwise she’s probably gonna end up hurting other people. 

BUT i do enjoy the idea of her being gay. i mean ofc i called it (all my favorite characters are not straight. burn? demi/aro/gay/idk but shes not straight. coconut? gay. blaze and glacier? hahahah gay. i just call them how i see them, i dont make the rules.), and im GLAD she is gay….bc…..well duh. it works w my headcanons p well too bc my gay queen? who fucks the system because she never actually has any kids, and it ends up that her successors are either auklet or tsunami’s daughters. 

so idk i dont rlly ship it hardcore. softcore is a hard maybe, but. its a kid crush its not rlly. serious or anything lol. 

so….wowzah i talked a lot. 

TLDR; anemone is super complex and morally grey and becomes a gay queen who destroys her mom and fucks society because she can. 



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anonymous asked:

Can I get how got7 would react to their gf having an intimidating vibe ( like always dressing in ripped jeans and black leather jacket) but she's actually really weird and dorky? Thank you 💜

Sorry for the late reply, I just changed the request a little bit just so I could work with it more, hopefully you still like it! :)

Anything in italics is your personal thought, anything in bold italics is the boys personal thoughts and lastly Y/N means your name :)

JB: You were running late of your date with JB and he was patiently waiting on the couch waiting for you to finish, but you still didn’t have an outfit ready to wear. 

“Y/N are you ready yet?” 

“Almost I just need to finish my makeup, and pick out an outfit.” You shouted behind the closed restroom door.

“I can pick out your outfit!” JB got up and started to make way to your room, he opened your closet to see your clothes broken up into two sections, the left side it was your ripped jeans and black clothing and the right side was all your Disney and band merch tshirts. JB was laughing at all the dorky shirts you had. You heard a knock on the restroom door and once you opened the door there was a JB holding a red Mickey Mouse t-shirt with black pants. “Jagi you would look cute in this.”

You slammed the door in JB’s face, while rolling your eyes at him.

“You’re a cute dork!! Come on y/n. Open the door! STOP BEING MAD AT ME!!” 

Mark: “Mark! Hurry up the movie is about to start!” It was friday night, which means it was you and Mark’s weekly movie night and it was your week to pick the movie.

“I’m coming. I’m coming.” He was holding the blanket and the bowl of popcorn. “What movie are we watching? I forgot to ask.”

You grabbed the bowl of popcorn, before you could answer the opening scene of Star Wars Episode IIII started to play.

“Star Wars? Really? I never thought you would be into this sort of stuff, you’re more into those documentary films..” Mark turned to face you.


“You’re so weird but I love you.” He put his arm around you and brought you close to him and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

Jackson: It was Wednesday night and typically you do facial masks while you try to catch up on the shows that you missed on Monday and Tuesday due to work. You took off your combat boots, jeans, black long sleeve and switched into your Little Mermaid sweatshirt and yoga pants. You walked to the restroom and after you applied your avocado mask, you heard the front door opening.

“Babe where are you!?!? I’VE MISSED YOU!! COME LOVE ME!!” 

There was your annoying but lovable boyfriend who came home 4 hours early. Shit what do I do!? “I’m in the restroom! I’ll be out in 20!” Panic mood started to panic, so you locked the door.

“Why do you need 20 minutes in the restroom?” Jackson asked while walking closer to the restroom. “Why is the door locked, Jagi open the door!! LOVE ME!!”

“Jackson I’m busy!!” 

“Can I see your face?? Pleaseeeee.” Jackson’s voice was getting to the point where you couldn’t say no to him. You unlocked door and gave him your resting b***h face look. His eyes got really wide “You look really cute and funny like really funny but mainly cute! Stop giving me that intimidating look just love me already!!”

Junior: “Junior don’t you have enough books at home?” You were bored out of your mind, your boyfriend smooth talked you into going to the book store with him. The was the seventh book he picked out and still was deciding if he wanted to get this one or something different.

“Jagiya, I’m looking for the right book. Go look around the store maybe you’ll find something that catches your interest.” 

You groaned and turned away to leave your boyfriend to his books. You walked aimlessly around the store until you something did catch your attention. It was the comic book section. I wonder if they have the comic that I’m missing.. Hmm.. After 5 minutes of searching you found it! You found Batman/Superman #29, the newest one of the series and you were super happy. Just as you were about to start reading you heard your name.

“Y/N why are you in the comic section?” Junior asked while holding 4 books in his arm. “I didn’t know you were into this sort of stuff..”

“What do you mean by that?” That slight comment angered you because all your life everybody would say that too you since you were a girl.

“Its nothing bad, I mean you don’t dress like you would like it and you never brought it up before.” As soon as he finished saying his comment, he instantly regretted it.

“OHHHH I’M SORRY JUNIOR I DIDN’T KNOW I HAD TO WEAR CERTAIN THINGS TO LIKE COMIC BOOKS! IM! SO! SORRY!! And since I never brought it up before let me do that right now. Superman is a million times better then Batman!” Now that you started you weren’t going to stop. You really didn’t care if people were giving you looks

Is she really going to argue about Superman and Batman? I fell in love with a huge dork. He smiled to himself and just looked at you with amazement.

Youngjae: You told your boyfriend that while he was away on tour you would take care of Coco. He was incredibly happy because the person he loves would take care of the dog he loves. After spending 2 weeks with coco you were upset that she would be going back to the boys dorm soon and you didn’t want her to leave. As you came home after a long day at work there was coco waiting by the door for you to come home. You took off your heels and put your leather jacket in the hallway closet and little coco followed right behind you, jumping so you can pick her up. You grabbed her, headed towards the tv and put on your favorite movie Aladdin and had coco sitting on your lap. When the “A Whole New World” scene come on you got up and started singing to coco and while holding her close to your chest you were dancing all over the living room floor. At the same moment you didn’t hear the front door opening.

“Jagi, I’m home early! I’ve missed you and coco so much! I have to tell you what Bambam did-” Youngjae stopped mid-sentence when he saw what you were doing. 


He never thought you would do something like this ever. 

Why is she so weird? But she’s really cute at the same time. I’ve missed her so much.. I picked the right girl.

Bambam: He invited you as his guest to a fashion show and of course he wanted to go matching because he’s just that type of boyfriend that would be into that type of stuff. Everyone would look at the two of you when you entered the room. Your outfits consisted of ripped black skinny jeans, black ankle boots, black long sleeved shirt with thin white stripes while wearing a long wool coat. After the show ended, you went to the after party where you just mostly kept to yourself because you rather have Bambam be the loud one out of the relationship while you just gave people the vibe that you didn’t want to be bothered. He noticed you were being awfully quiet and knew you were probably getting bored plus he noticed the time; it was getting late and you had to get home soon so you can get some rest for work tomorrow.

“Y/n let’s go.” He flashed a smile and lightly grabbed your hand and took you outside. “Want some ice cream?” You nodded your head yes and started to walk towards the nearest store. After you got your ice cream, Bambam wanted to go to the park and sit on the swings. It was nice outside; it was a starry night, with a gentle wind hitting your face.

“Jagi what are you thinking about?” Bambam noticed you were staring at the stars and were barely touching your ice cream.

“Huh? Oh no you would think its weird.” You still were looking at the stars

“Try me.”

“Bambam do you ever wonder if aliens are real? Like what if the government is hiding everything from us? We have all those really random videos, and theres stories plus NASA could be hiding things too!! Its just there’s so many galaxy’s what if they live over there. Also there could be a parallel universe too and what if there’s also–” You were starting to get on a roll but you were interrupted

“Jagi. You’re being really weird and I’m not use to it but keep going. I like this side of you.” *insert gif*

Yugyeom: You were patiently waiting for Yugyeom outside of the movie theatre, he was running late and told you to pick the movie that you wanted to see and he’ll meet you outside.

Maybe I should call him to see where he is.. Your pull out your phone trying to get a hold of your boyfriend and you hear a ring tone behind you. You felt a tap on your shoulder, as you turn around there was your loving boyfriend sweating and tired. 

“Y/n I’m sorry I’m late. Practice was running late but I made it just in time. Right? Has the movie started? Am I too late?” He was starting to babble and you knew if he kept going you would definitely be late for sure. You grabbed his arm and dragged him inside. While you were waiting in line to buy some popcorn. Yugyeom asked another question. “What movie are we watching?”

“Star Wars Episode 7: The Force Awakens!!” 

“Ohh” Yugyeom looked sort of upset.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t know much about the storyline.”

“Wait seriously?” You looked looked at him in shocked. “Well luck you, your girlfriend loves Star Wars so here’s a quick summary. This takes place in the far off galaxy and it’s in the middle of a civil war pretty much in the galaxy and the Empire is trying to get rid of all the good guys who are called Jedis. Okay? So what happens next is…..” You went on and on and you kept getting looks because of the vast knowledge you knew about Star Wars. While you were sitting down in your seats you were still going on about how Anakin only did this to protect the love of his life even though she died.

“Jagi. Jagiya, the trailers are about to start maybe you should lower your voice.”

“oh right sorry!” You had the hugest smile on your face and started to stuff your face with popcorn.

She is a huge dork, but she’s my dork. He kept giving you glances and a tender smile, seeing how excited you were for the movie.

Backseat Rewards (Newt AU)

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Rated: M (Mature)

Warning: Oral (Boy on Girl)

*Thanks for the Request! I hope you enjoy*

 It was the big day, the day that would determine if I got into college on my athletic scholarship or not. So to say I was stressed was an understatement. It was the final soccer match of the season and our high school just had to be up against the school that won the finals last year. I was on my way home from practice so I could shower and clear my head before the game when my boyfriend Newt pulls up to me.

“Hey Baby, Jump in I’ll drop you off” He stretched over the console and opened my door for me. I smiled and got in. “Thanks babe” He smiled over at me “Are you ready for your big day?” He asked while pulling off. “Not really, I’m so nervous and I can’t focus. I can’t fuck up Newt. This is the one thing standing between us being able to go to the same college” He reached over and gripped my hand in his. “You’re going to do great baby. I believe in you” He brought my hands up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to my knuckles. I smiled and he pulled into my driveway. “Are you staying or…?” I trailed off and he shook his head “I can’t but I promise I’ll be at your game on time. I’ll be right there in the bleachers cheering you on with Teresa” I smiled and nodded kissing him on his lips quickly. Or what I thought would be quick but when I went to pull away he placed his hand at the back of my neck and deepened the kiss. I giggled against his lips and pulled back. “Plenty of time for that after the game” He chuckled and nodded “I’ll hold you to that”. I knew he would say that. I closed his door and he waited until I got into my house to leave.

As soon as I was inside I threw my bag down and ran to the shower. I know I was going to get sweaty again later but showers help me clear my thoughts and make me less stressed so it was needed. I had an hour until the game so I made sure I had everything in order. Nothing can go wrong today. Nothing.

—– Time Skip ——

       There were only a few minutes left in the game and we were tied with the opposing team. I looked up to the bleachers where all you could see was a sign held by Teresa and Newt. They were both whooping and hollering for me. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky to have a boyfriend and a best friend as amazing as the two of them. Teresa held her thumb up and Newt shot me a wink. I giggled before turning my attention back to the game. The referee blew the whistle and let’s just say the opposing team had the ball. We had three minutes. Three fucking minutes to win this game. I’ve worked way to hard this year to lose this game. We haven’t been to the finals in years and I wasn’t about to lose. I somehow managed to get the ball away from the guy who had it and started running towards the other goal. “WOOOOOOO! GO (Y/N)!!!! YOU GOT THIS BABY!!!!” and “(Y/N) YOU BETTER MAKE THIS OR ELSE IM DISOWNING YOU AS MY BESTFRIEND!!!!!” Were the only two things that I could heard coming from the stands. I chuckled mentally in my head at Teresa’s comment and continued to dribble the ball between my feet. I could’ve made it closer before two guys showed up next to me. Fuck. Okay (Y/N) this is it. I was so far away from the goal; I doubt I could make it. I groaned loudly. We’re fucked, I’m fucked, my future is fucked. Even though it didn’t seem possible, I closed my eyes and kicked the ball hard. Everything went quiet and I refused to open my eyes. Even when I heard cheering I didn’t open them. I didn’t want to face the fact that the other team might have won. That was until I felt multiple hands pick me. “THE GLADERS WIN THIS MATCH!!!!” The announcer said. Was he serious? I did it? Oh shit.

After my teammates finished applauding me and everyone went to the showers Newt made his way over. “I told you.” Was all he managed to get out before my lips were on his. “Mmmm-Baby.” He mumbled in between kisses. I pulled back smiling widely at him causing him to chuckle. “You did so good (Y/N). I’m so proud of you” I answered him with another kiss. He chuckled against my lips and gripped my hips pulling me to him. We were making out for about ten minutes before he pulled back. “Let’s go back to my car.” I nodded and followed him over. In a matter of seconds, he had me pressed against the rear car door. His lips attacked my neck and I moaned lowly. Hopefully no one was still here. “Remember what you promised me earlier?” He mumbled sucking on my sweet spot. Newt was so good with his mouth and I was so happy to call him mine. I moaned a little louder than I did last time. His lips traveled back up to my ear and whispered “You played so good today. Let me reward you baby” If it wasn’t for Newt holding me up, I would’ve fainted right then and there. Curse him and his British accent.

My hand fumbled with the door handle. I finally got it open and Newt practically shoved me in the back seat. A giggle escaped my lips because of how eager he was and he smiled at me before locking the door and hovering over me. “God (Y/N), You’re so beautiful” His lips attached to mine again and I wrapped my hands around his neck. One of his hands trailed down to my thigh and hitched it up onto his waist. That familiar feeling started rising in the pit of my stomach again, reminding me just how badly I needed him. He slowly grinded his hips into mine and I could definitely feel just how bad he wanted me. I moaned and pulled away from the kiss attaching my lips to his neck this time. He moaned lowly and rolled his hips into me again. “Fuck Newt…” I panted. A smirk made its way onto his face and he slowly started rubbing me over my shorts. A loud moan ripped through my throat and my hips shot up. “Eager are we?” I couldn’t answer because without warning he ripped off my shorts. Literally. That’s what the school gets for being cheap. “You’re so wet already. I haven’t even started yet baby” He smirked down at me. He pulled off his shirt then mine and slowly left kisses all over. Not one piece of skin was untouched. He made his way down kissing just above where I needed him most. I bucked my hips “Newt” I mewled. I needed this. I wanted this. “Patience baby” I groaned and went to relieve some of this frustration but he gripped my hands making me whimper. I used my other hand to grab onto his hair and push his face in between my legs. He looked up at me and winked before going to town. Loud moans left my lips as he kissed and sucked on my folds first.  

If there was one thing Newt knew how to do it was using his mouth. He licked up my slit and my hips raised again. He used his forearm to hold me down while he continued sucking on my clit. With his other hand he pushed two fingers into me. “Oh Fuck Newt!” My back arched and I could feel him smirking against me. His tongue kept lapping against me, while his fingers moved in and out rapidly. He started slowing down and only paid attention to my bundle of nerves. I was a whimpering mess. I’m pretty sure I was being so loud that any one in a five-mile radius would be able to hear me. Just when I felt my orgasm coming he stopped and sat up. My eyes went wide and I huffed “What the actual fuck are you doing?” He smirked and pulled down his jeans “Come here” I crawled over to him a little too eager and he positioned me over himself before I slid myself onto him. Both of our moans filled the car. I made sure to swivel my hips every time I went down. “Oh fuck (Y/N), just like that baby”. Soon I started bouncing up and down and He thrusted his hips up to meet me. He was reaching places I didn’t know could be reached but I wasn’t complaining. “Fuck Newt.” He brought his hand down rubbing over my clit while he sucked hard on my neck and that sent me over the edge. My eyes rolled back and all I could see was white, a loud moan ripped through my throat and I rode out my high.

“Fuck.” Newt muttered his thrusts were getting sloppy meaning he was close too. I kept grinding down onto him until he came inside of me. I felt like Jell-O so I just sat there until I gained some energy. “You know (Y/N). I remember when we first started dating and you were so innocent and shy.” I giggled against his neck “And now here we are sitting in the backseat of my car, which by the way smells like sex, in a school parking lot” He laughed and tilted my head up to look at him.

“I love you so much” He whispered, looking into my eyes

“I love you so much more.” I smiled before kissing him softly

Hell to Paint Pt. 1

Request: Could you write a Sherlock 2 parter where the reader is kidnapped and beaten badly but Sherlock comes, saves her and takes care of her after the event?

(off topic but i started getting a lot of attention on Return of the Hounds and im lowkey freaking out i love that you all went through all that trouble to find my fic it seriously made me so happy you have no idea!!)

so anyway heres a request i got a little while ago, sorry it took so long, i havent been on tumblr in forever so i just saw it like 2 days ago

im starting to do warnings now because i really dont want to surprise you with things that may bother some readers. i mean i obviously want to surprise you and make you want to hear more of the story but if someone doesnt like reading about violence i dont want them to have to!

((um really dont know how i feel about the title tbh but its fine!!))

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 955

Warning: Violence, Blood, Gore, Cursing


The rain rushed down the windows in the hallway of Bart’s where you stood outside the morgue, with Molly by your side. 

“Can’t believe I forgot my damn umbrella. I knew it was going to rain, my hip was throbbing the whole day,” you said from behind a cup of cold black coffee. 

“You sure you can’t leave now? We can share my umbrella, and you can always just come over to my flat for the night.” Molly offered as she zipped up her coat and pulled her hood over her head. 

“Thank you, but yea, I have to stay. I really gotta finish up this report, Sherlock needs it as soon as possible and if I make him wait he’ll literally keep me up all night until I get it for him.”

Molly laughed and shook her head. “No really! I’m serious! He’s done it before,” you giggled, taking another sip of coffee. “Well, be careful getting home. I can lock up here.” 

She handed you the keys. “Call me when you’re done, okay? It doesn’t matter what time, I just want to know you’re alright, you know, and that you’ve figured everything out, got it all sorted, that kind of thing.”

You nodded. “Thanks again Mol, I will.”

You walked back into the room as Molly left down the hall. You opened the laptop back up and sat between it and the cold body resting on the table next to you. 

You finished your coffee and your report at the same time. You emailed it to Sherlock and gently closed your laptop, setting it aside. You checked the time. It was after 2 in the morning, and you felt bad about waiting so long to call Molly. You were about to turn on your phone to send her a text, updating her with the information that you were ready to leave, but you decided you’d just call her when you got back. You yawned, turned off the lights, and locked up, noticing the rain still pouring down outside. You sighed, and accepted the fact that you’d be walking home in the terrible weather, as it was nearly impossible to find a cab at the moment. 

The rain clouded your vision and drowned out the sounds of the world around you, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being followed. Your hand fumbled for the phone in your pocket, and you shielded it from the rain as you quickly dialed Molly’s number. as it rang, you quickly glanced over your shoulder and prayed that you were alone. Your heart dropped as your eyes met a tall, hooded figure that trailed you about 15 feet back. 

Your pace quickened, and began to panic as the phone nearly rang out.


Finally, an answer. A drowsy Molly Hooper sat on the other line, yawning.

“Hey! Just wanted to let you know that I’m on my way home now, didn’t get back yet, but I’m hopefully almost there. This weather is insane! It’s been raining this hard since I went into work. I hope it lets up by this weekend, since we got plans to go away to see the Vatican cameos-”

“What? Are you okay?” You heard the worry rise up in her voice. “Where are you?”

“Just walking home now, the usual way.” You tried to steady your voice.

“I’ll get Sherlock to track your phone’s location, stay where you are and-”

Through the rain you saw a small alley: that was your chance. 

“That’s not an option.”

You broke into a sprint as you turned the corner, but your pursuer followed, matching your change in speed. 

“Vatican cameos!” You yelled. You ended the call but kept your phone in your pocket so someone could track you. A sudden click of a silenced pistol, a sharp pain splitting through your leg, and you were down. Your body hit the ground with surprising force, and as you tried to lift yourself up, a swift kick to the chest kept you down. You gasped for air, coughing violently as the figure wrapped a hood over your head. The smell of chloroform permeated the air, and you couldn’t stay awake.



“Oh thank God, I’m so sorry it’s late but you need to help me! I tried calling Sherlock but he wouldn’t answer,” 

John shot Sherlock a disapproving glance as he let Molly in.

“What’s going on?” 

“It’s (Y/N), I told her to call me when she got home because I know she had to stay late, but she just called me and said she was walking home, then she said Vatican cameos and the phone cut out.” She began to cry. “John, there’s something really, really wrong, you and Sherlock need to go and find her.”

Sherlock dropped the beaker he was working with, sending shards of glass across the kitchen floor. He ignored the mistake and ran over to Molly, grabbing her by the shoulders.

“Did she say where she was? Who was following her? Did she tell you anything about what was around her?!” His voice was frantic.

“I asked her to stay where she was but she said it wasn’t an option. She might have her location on her phone, and I know the way she walks home from work, but that’s it.”

He ran to his laptop and pulled up a map. With fingers shaking, it took him a few rapid tries to type out your name and number, but he found you. A small blip flashed on the screen, in transit to a location miles from Bart’s. Sherlock grabbed the laptop as John took the keys to Mrs. Hudson’s Aston Martin, and the pair raced through the door. 

part 2!

thetwobosses  asked:

I'd really love to hear your thoughts on this bit about Dex from Julius' SR2 tour in the old church: "After Alderman Hughes' assassination one of my Lieutenants, a strategist named Dex, accepted a job at Ultor and made it his first order of business to return this building into the icon it was in the 70s." Obviously it's heavily wreathed in the "benevolent Ultor" propaganda, but do you think Dex could have actually had a hand in it?

ooh interesting question. i love a chance to talk about Dex

see my immediate thought is that its a way to sell the Ultor renovations and also sell Dex to the Stilwater public. it makes Ultor look good, because theyre doing this particular renovation as a personal favour to someone, not just arbitrarily as Evil Corp. theyre looking out for their workers, but more importantly, looking out for Stilwater natives. because Dex is a local, both of Stilwater and of the Row (presumably, i work on the assumption most of the original Saints bar Lin, Julius and Troy come from the Row), and if he wanted this, then it must be good. who would know whats better for the Stilwater than the poor boy done good?

and like i said, it also sells Dex. were he to seek the public eye, it sets a reputation for him as someone who protects his own, looks out for his old neighbourhood. and i think thats the kind of thing Dex would pick up on; like he knows (at the time he joined Ultor) that the Saints are finished. he needs to capitalise on public favour and having a record with the most violent gang in Stilwater history isnt always going to cut it. 

getting Ultor propaganda to paint him as someone who really cares for his city hopefully placates people who have any number of potential opinions on the Saints; people who think hes turned traitor, or that hes a dangerous criminal who should be in jail, for example, might both be convinced that hes still looking out for his own, or that hes reformed and genuinely wants to help improve the city, respectively.

something that sticks out to me is that Dex is head of security, and presumably wouldnt have a hand in building plans and projects at all normally, and wasnt really in a position to make demands of Ultor when they offered him a job; they were doing him a favour, not the other way round. so my thinking is that Ultor were going to fuckin do this shit anyway, like they wanted the nice “former glory, historical monument” element, and having Dex involved was a nice angle for them both. 

given that Dex sets the Masako on it to kill the Boss, im not convinced Dex fully cares all that much about the church; it seems to me like he wants to leave the Row behind. hes “moving on up” as Vogel puts it. like… Dex strikes me as someone whos pretty opportunistic (war profiteering my dude???) he definitely doesnt seem to me like someone whos particularly sentimental (or is deliberately trying to distance himself in order to seem unsentimental and professional). renovating the Church, staying in Stilwater… neither of those are particularly necessary to his future career, other than as a potential PR stunt. 

in 2 Dex is a lot like Julius in how scornful he is of the Saints; he thinks the Boss should have quit a long time ago, he thinks the gangs are “backwards”, hes critical and disillusioned with the Saints entirely. in all honesty, i dont think Dex ever bought into the great and wonderful Saints in the way Johnny or others did. it was a way for him to make money and get power. 

so i guess in conclusion: i feel like it was Ultor’s idea, and they came to Dex in order to utilise his image. he signed off on it/agreed to be involved because he thought it could help his public image. i dont think he gives enough of a shit about the Row or the Saints to do anything for them - although i think he might have gotten a kick out of the idea he was “winning” out over Julius and Playa by cleaning up their history.



“Can I have a Harry smutty one shot where we are going down to meet my family and he gets stressed on the way down so I help him relieve the stress and then we end up having sex later that night!”

Im sorry this was late my darling, but I I really hope you enjoy this! Love you xx


Jordan’s P.O.V

“Do we really have to go now? Like we could go when things are not as crazy around here” “Harry there is never a calm time in our lives. You have to meet them sooner or later” Harry was meeting my parents for the first time for dinner later today, and to be honest, this has been the first time I’ve ever seen him this anxious. We have been dating for about 9 months now, and because we are getting more serious, I want my family to meet Harry, so he can become family. I just know Dad will love him, they have everything in common, so I know everyone will see how much I love him, and hopefully they will too. “Babe, we are literally going on a 2 year break soon, can we not leave it until Christmas?” Harry mostly concentrating on shaving his non existent hairs on his face while arguing his point. Of course, He won’t win. I walked over to Harry, and wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his back. “Harry I know that your nervous or anxious, but I know they will love you” “I’m not anxious or nervous” He finished shaving, whipped his face, and turned around to face me. “Then what is it?” I put my hands on his bare chest, looking up at him to study how he was feeling, this time it was quite hard to rather than other times. He took a large sign and looked down at my hands, grazing his thumb over my fingers. “I just want to be perfect for their daughter. You know its one thing meeting them, but it’s another thing for them to think that I’m good for you. So I think I’m just putting a lot of pressure on myself to be perfect, and not say or do something that would make them hate me. I want this to be a good memory Jordan, because you know, I kinda like you” We laughed lowly as he was still looking at my hands. “Harry, look at me” He brought his eyes up to be and took a deep breath through his nose. “Everyone loves you, so I see no worries about them loving you. You are an amazing guy. They will see how much I love you and I think that should be enough” Without even realising what I said, I continued staring at him, being oblivious, as normal. His eyes brightened and his smirk became visible. “You love me?” His arms lowered to my waist, squeezing me tightly. “Of course I do Harry, sorry, it kind of came out. But I do though” My face began to flush with embarrassment. I can’t believe I chose this as my moment to drop the L word. “Hey don’t be ashamed of it, everyone loves me” Harry cockily moving his hand to brush his hair back in confidence. “Oh your so into yourself” I shoved at his body as I pulled away laughing. I started to walk away into our bedroom when I felt his arms picking me up and running over to the bed. “Harry what are you doing” I squealed as he put me down onto it, looking right at me, only centimetres away from my lips. “I love you so much Jordan, I’m so glad I can say it now” I bring my hands up to his neck, rubbing his jaw line with my thumb. His smile is so contagious, that is could just light up any room. I grin in response, thinking over what he just said. I pulled his head down to kiss me, quickly intensifying the heat between us. I pushed my hands down his bare torso, getting quickly to his covered dick. I firmly palmed him slowly but enough to get him hard. His hands then travelled down to my breasts, massaging them gracefully with a moan vibrating through this throat. I pushed him down on the bed so I could then get on top of him with impatience. Having Harry like this is my favourite position, I feel empowered like this, also giving him a good view so it’s a bonus. I started to move my hips into his as I kissed down onto his neck, working my way down in between his chest. Hearing another groan once again was music to my hears, so rewarding. Continuing to grind my just clothed core onto his, made me feel ecstatic. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but these past few weeks I cant get enough of Harry. We have been having sex like two times a day, and 95% of the time its me who is initiating it. Feeling him rock hard under me is so rewarding, that encourages me to do it harder. “Baby girl, we have to go to your parents house in about half an hour” His hand lowering to my shoulder. I ignored him and still made my way down kissing is naval, quickly kissing above his boxer seem. “Jordan, stop, you have to get ready” His voice more lower, but that didn’t stop me. I want to make him feel good. I took him out of his boxers, letting him spring free as I licked my lips, looking up at him. His eyes were looking straight into mine, his facial features tense. I took his tip in my mouth as I placed my hand around the base, pumping him a little. “Baby girl, you do it so good” His hand went straight to my head, pushing him further into my mouth. Keeping my lips tight, his shaft fully in, slightly gagging me. I moaned into him as I pulled him back out of my mouth, still keeping my lips tight, just the way he likes it. “Just like your pussy baby, so tight” Pumping faster in and out, I felt a slight twitch down in his lower abdomen. I knew what was coming. “Babe, please, stop, I’m guna cum in your mouth” I pulled him out of my mouth, but keeping my mouth open, I quickly tugged at his dick, longing the taste of his cum. “C’mon daddy, cum in my mouth, I want to taste you” “Fuck, call me Daddy again” “Daddy” I moaned as I pumped faster. Quick spurts of his cum shot out as his moans got insanely louder, grabbing my hair and grasping it in his hands. “Fuck baby girl, that was amazing” “Well I couldn’t let you meet my parents with a hard on now was I?” I laughed as I crawled my way up to kiss him intensely. His hand quickly went to my black thong that was exposed, and started to rub small circles around my clit, making me drip for him. “Harry leave that til later, lets go and get ready” I got off him and started to walk to the bathroom. “Jordan I wanna taste you, baby girl” He kneeled at the bottom of the bed staring at me, just wearing my thong and bra, his favourite kind too. “Well if you’re a good boy I’ll let you eat me when we come home” “Aw, I love when you talk dirty to me” I laughed as I walked into the bathroom to start my makeup. This is going to be a long visit.

Harry’s P.O.V

Making our way up to her parents front door was more than intimidating, just make sure you don’t say anything embarrassing Harry. “Mom, Dad” Jordan shouted as we walked in, wow, this is a mansion. I guess her parents done good. “We are in the living room” I followed my girl into the living room I guess, seeing two people sitting on the sofa. “Hi you must be Harry” Her mom came up to me and shook my hand, wow she looks so like her mom its crazy. “Hi Mrs Smith how are you” I then turned my attention to her father. “Nice to meet you sir I’m Harry” I shook his hand firmly has he chuckled. “Please, call me Tom” “Thank you” I answered. Do you say thank you to that? Is it a privilege to call your girlfriends dad by his first name? Am I over thinking? “C’mon into the kitchen, dinner is nearly ready”

“And I said to her that she cant have twleve different kinds of eye shadow that’s the same, wasting space” Mr Smith, I mean, Tom, was complaining about living with his wife. “Men don’t understand, its not the same colour, its about the pigment and the deepness of the shade” Jordan answered immediately as she looked at her dad in disgust that this is what we are talking about. “Harry I’m sure you’ll understand this some day” Her mum giggled at me. “Well all my life I’ve lived with two girls, so I kind of have a rough idea on not to bring up make up or hair products. Thank god us men don’t have to worry about makeup” We all laughed in unison, stretching out the laughter as much as we could. “Not that Jordan needs makeup, she’s perfect the way she is” I put my arm over her shoulders as I looked at her staring back at me, smiling. She kissed me as a response, taking me off guard, we are kissing in front of her parents, what. “So cute” Her mother commented as her Dad sat and laughed. “Darling, their in love. Remember when we were at that stage. You will not be able to contain your excitement when you get to our age if you are still together, we don’t be as affectionate with others in the room. It kinda phases out” “Well sir, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll always be with your daughter” “That’s my boy” What? Did he just call me his boy? This is strange. My phone started buzzing in my pocket alerting me suddenly. I took it out of my pocket to see the caller ID, it was head management. “Im so sorry to be rude but I have to take this, do you mind?” “No of course not, please” Tom responded as igot up from my chair to walk into the other room.

Jordan’s P.O.V

“Well, what do you think?” “He is your dream boy Jordan, a polite handsome boy, I really like him darling” Mom answered, looking at Dad. “Dad?” Harry came walking into the room, interrupting the conversation I wanted to continue with. “Sorry, that was work, unfortunately I get calls even if I have a day off” He laughed as he made his way back to the table, lifting our plates. “Harry, stop, let me do that” Mom got up, attempting to lift them from his hands. “No please, you slaved yourself over this amazing meal, the least I can do is help you clean up” He brought the plates to the sink when mu mm looked over at me, with a surprised expression. “Jordan you trained him well” “No he is the one that’s had to train me” We all started laughing as we continued tiding up

“Thank you so much for having me over for an amazing meal, it was a pleasure meeting you” Harry hugged my mom, kissing her check as he let go. “Please, I was a pleasure to meet you” She replied as she looked up to him. “I will see you soon guys, love you” Harry walked over to shake hands with my dad. “It was a pleasure sir, thank you for welcoming me” “Harry, your very welcome, anytime. It was a delight to meet my daughters love of her life, I say and I quote” Dad looked over to me with raised eve brows. “I don’t know where you got that from” I slowly walked out into the cold brisk air. “Bye guys” We walked out together and made out way to the car as they shut their door. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I asked as we got into the car. “No, they were so nice” “I told you you would like them” He started the engine and started to move onto the main road. “I do, and do you know what id love even better?” He smirked as his eyes were kept on the road. “What?” I am intrigued. “I nice bit of tasty desert” “Harry you already had cheesecake in there how are you still hungry?” I snorted, keeping my eyes on him. He placed his hand on my thigh, very close to my core. “I had another piece of desert in mind. I need to claim my prize that I worked so hard for, from the ‘love of your life’” Btw follow her blog because it is amazing

Money can’t buy happiness (Harry Styles Imagine)

Can you do one where Harry is a business man and Y/N is a spoiled bitch?(and his wife) but they love each other ?

You better have bought me that bag I was asking for Mr Styles. Otherwise, don’t expect to see me when you get home.

Love from your darling wife,


An email like that was normal for Harry. Normal for his kind of marriage; So he thought. Whenever Y/N demanded something he caved in and ran to her beck and call. If she asked for all the stars in the sky he would somehow manage to give them to her, because in Harry’s eyes Y/N deserved every single piece of the world. In Harry’s eyes Y/N was a Greek goddess that he couldn’t get enough of, no matter how many years went by.  

The drive home was a long one. Cars continuously obstructed Harry’s path causing his baby to have to wait even longer. Harry hated being late home. Leaving Y/N alone all day was bad enough and many days Harry had to fight the urge to turn back in morning rush hour traffic and go back home to his wife.

Sometimes Y/N would visit Harry in his office. Dressed in a beige Burberry mac covering lingerie which left little to the imagination, she would drape her petite frame across his desk murmuring sweet nothings against the business man’s neck. When she was satisfied by Harry’s manhood and tantalizing kisses she would leave, the echo of her louboutins playing over and over in Harry’s head.

She’s a tease, and she knows how to put Harry right where she wants him. But Harry enjoys it. He loves tiptoeing around her and running to his wife’s beck and call. It’s all part of the thrill.

Pulling onto the drive he looked up at the mansion. Walking to the door, Vivienne Westwood bag in hand, he fumbled in his back pocket for his keys. Entering into the hallway, Harry’s nostrils were greeted by the sweet smell of beef stew, his favorite dish made by her. Following the smell he was met by his beautiful wife, draped in an apron, wooden spoon in hand. Harry entrapped her from behind into a tight embrace causing a small giggle to leave her lips.  

“Home at last” she smiled, turning around to face her husband. “Hmmm” Harry mumbled, nuzzling himself into her neck. “Awww has my baby had a long day?” she cooed earning a nod from Harry. She then moved her husband towards the dining table and sat him down on a chair. “Now, Mr. Have you got what i asked for?” “Yes darling” the tall man spoke pointing towards the Vivienne Westwood paper bag that was slumped next to him. Pulling the handbag out she gasped in awe. “The exact one i wanted. Good boy” she smirked kissing Harry on the cheek before sauntering back over to the stove.

Harry watched his wife in awe. The dual personality she adorned ignited his soul. The bitchy side he knew all too well enthralled him and left him wanting more. Yet the cute, affectionate side she was showing now as she stirs the stew makes him feel warm and loved.  

Y/N loved playing into Harry’s hands. She wasnt a bitch, nor was she a gold digger. She just knew what made Harry tick and Harry’s enjoyment of this relationship was in her best interests. The gifts didn’t really mean anything to her, but the way Harry jumped at her beck and call made her feel powerful, loved and cherished.  

At the start of their relationship she was weak. Harry’s ego and wealth empowered her and she was unable to compete. At first, the showering of gifts seemed unnecessary to her. She isn’t with him for the money. But the fact he insisted made it easier to take. Not before long Y/N realised that if she wanted to get an upper hand on Harry the power of gifts was the way forward. So she began getting angry when he failed to deliver. 


“Baby, I’m home!” Harry bellowed through the house. Walking through the hall and into the living room he found her. “Here you are” he smiled. “Where’s my earrings?” she rudely scowled. “What earrings?” he asked, pure confusion etched upon his face. “The ones you promised me. You told me I would get them today.” Her glare was dangerous. “Oh, yes. I remember, I’m so sorry darling” the tall man hushed. Y/N turned away and smirked to herself, knowing that her plan had worked. “I’m disappointed and hurt Harry” she pretended to be upset. “What, why love? I’ll get them don’t worry!” he rushed towards her but she refused to meet his gaze. Growing panicked Harry pulled her towards him by the waist. “Y/N, darling. I promise tomorrow they will be with you. Okay?” “Fine” she spoke coldly pulling away from him and walking into the kitchen.


Since that day Harry has never slipped up or failed to produce once. And that’s when Y/N realised that she had finally gained power. Harry insisted that she stayed at home whilst he worked therefore she had no income of her own. Playing on this idea she would tell Harry that’s why she relies on the gifts. But it’s a lie. All she relies on is the power it gives her.  

She even held power when entering Harry’s office. That’s mostly why she visits. All the workers suddenly look interested in their computer screens whenever she walks by. No doubt scared in case the boss’ wife is on a lookout. The girls would scowl and look at her in disgust,  jealous of her perfectly styled hair and designer attire. Everybody wanted to be Harry’s girl; the difference was she actually is.  

“So, how was work today?” she asks, shoveling a spoonful of stew into her mouth. “Boring, Janice is slacking again” dipping his bread into the stew. “Maybe I might have to pop in again then, give her the glare” she winks causing Harry to chuckle. “You could always visit me too.. if you wanted to of course?” he asks, almost scared of her reaction. “Sorry, I’ve got better things to be doing” she spoke whilst filling her spoon. “Oh” the older man simply spoke. Y/N looked up only to see the look of sadness on Harry’s face.  

Bursting out laughing she covered her mouth with her perfectly manicured nails. “Harry I’m joking. Of course I will come and see you” she giggles. “Oh” he laughed, suddenly becoming aware of the joke that had been played on him. “Im not a total bitch you know. I mean, im not a bitch at all right?” she asks, becoming panicked. “No love your not” Harry replied. “When I demand for gifts it’s just for fun you know. I know you enjoy our little game as much as I do right?” she asks, feeling guilty for her behavior. “I know love. I know it’s all an act. I do remember the little innocent Y/N I fell in love with you know” he laughs whilst chewing on his stew. “But what about the Y/N sat right here now?” “The Y/N sat right here now is mature, dominating and fucking sexy” he replies reaching under the table and squeezing her thigh. Her angelic face is overcome by a smile as she looks lovingly at her husband.

The reassurance that Harry was happy with the game they were both playing was all that she needed and it wouldn’t be long before a new plan would make way into her head.


The next day Harry practically drowns in piles of paperwork whilst his PA sits outside probably swiping right on Tinder. He wishes he could be at home with Y/N more than ever.  

The clicking of Jimmy Choos could soon be heard as Janice the PA slams her phone down out of fear and horror. “Ah, Janice, that wasn’t a phone I saw was it?” Y/N asks. “No, miss” “Good, I wouldn’t want to have to inform my husband that his secretary is a full blown slacker now would I?” she smiles sarcastically. “Definitely not Mrs Styles” Janice practically shakes. “Good Darling. Because I’ll have you know that people are desperate to be sat in that chair right now and working for Styles Enterprise. Harry could have any PA that he wants. So I’d start doing some work if I was you” she growls whilst leaning down towards Janice. “Yes Mrs Styles” the younger girl frantically nods. “Good” Y/N nods back before sauntering into Harry’s office.

“Well, let me just say darling. You won’t be having problems with her again” she smiles, proud of herself. “Oh you didn’t” he smirks impressed by her work. “Oh honey, I did” she laughs whilst sitting on his desk next to his computer screen. She made sure to drape her legs over his crotch and lean over him to reveal her very ample cleavage. “So, what are you doing?” she asks, fluttering her eyelashes as Harry points to the large pile of paperwork. “Well that looks… fun” she laughs. “I can’t contain my excitement” he jokes back.  

Standing up she runs her finger over his crotch. “Well, I’ll do you a deal baby” she whispers down his ear causing him to bolt upright in his seat. “If you finish all this work I will reward you when you get home later, but I want proof that you have.” Harry’s Adam apple bobs as he gulps in anticipation. “Okay, deal” he finally speaks. She then sways her hips seductively and walks towards the door not before turning back towards the figure in the chair. “Oh Harry, I forgot to tell you baby” she cooes causing him to look up. “Mmmm” he hums back. With one swift movement her coat is undone and flat on the floor leaving her standing in a black lace corset set with matching suspenders.  

Harry’s instinct was to leap out of his seat eyes bulging wide. “Remember our deal daddy” she purs whilst picking up her coat and putting it back on. “Right, yes” he speaks, remembering what he has gotten himself into. “Tonight” he repeats. “Enjoy baby” she smirks and with one swift movement she was gone.

Walking towards the lift she giggled to herself. She had Harry right where she wanted him and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

This was requested by anon! Sorry it took a while but i have worked a lot on it so hopefully its good? Please like if you read. If you have a request please message me. Also message me with feedback on what you think of this, i’m intrigued to know. Thanks guys!

Kirstie xx

The Jealous Prankster

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff

Warnings: swearing, small mention of sex

Persona: this is probably the most gender neutral fic I’ve ever written sorry if it’s not completely gender neutral tho, is this even considered gender neutral please let me know. Thanks <3

Word count: 1,831

Notes: it’s lunch at school when I’m writing this, and I was feeling a bit of Pietro Maximoff, I’m probably gonna post the request after voting is over so here it is. Hope you guys enjoy and have a great and safe day, PS I’ll add a gif on when I’m able to I’m doing this mobile still. I got v lazy guys so sorry.

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Friendly Fire (pt. 6)

part five • part seven

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little prank war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?

Words: 920 it went back up lol

Warnings: Slight jealousy? Angst?

Notes: ooooooh, things got intense. whaaaats going to happen next? the world may never know… i kid. that tootsie pop commercial popped into my head for some reason. this was a bit difficult to write because its kind of serious and this is a prank war im writing. kind of hard to be serious but alas, here it is. sorry if theres any typos. enjoy :)

“This isn’t a good idea Y/N” Wanda expressed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“As fun as it’s been watching you and Buck prank one another, I think this is going a bit far” Nat chimed in, agreeing with Wanda.

“Are you kidding?? This will be hilarious” Sam said. He was always up for messing with Bucky, at all costs. 

You just finished explaining your prank to the three of them, and boy, did you go all out with this one. When Wanda and Natasha told you about Bucky supposedly having a crush on you, not for a second did you believe them. A part of the reason you were doing this prank was to prove them wrong.

Once Sam was clear on the plan, the both of you walked out of your room and began the charade. You headed to the couch, and started looking for something to watch on Netflix.

“How ‘bout a suspenseful movie, baby?” Sam asked, giving you a soft smile.

Immediately, Steve’s head snapped up from the kitchen.

“Sounds good,” you replied, “It’ll give me an excuse to cuddle closer to you.”

Tony was barely walking into the room, but managed to hear everything. He looked over at Steve with wide, questioning eyes. Steve looked back at him, and just shrugged. Tony made his way over to the kitchen, and tried his best to not grab attention.

“What is birdman doing?” Tony whispered as he passed by Steve, pretending to look for something to eat.

Steve caught on, and took a slip of his drink before answering back.

“I’m not sure,” Steve mumbled, lifting the newspaper up. “But I know nothing good is going to come of it.”

“Jeeze, look at him,” Tony pointed out, watching Sam wrap his arm around your shoulder. “He’s asking for a deathwish.”

A few hours later, Bucky emerged from his room in workout attire. He was heading to the gym, but on his way he stopped by the kitchen to get a drink. As he turned to look at the t.v. he noticed you and… Sam?

He nearly choked on his drink.

Is this a joke? What is Y/N doing with Sam?? She doesn’t know, but he sure as hell does.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he headed to the gym. He turned around once more to look at the both of you, just to make sure this wasn’t some nightmare. He could feel his jaw clench.

When he got to the gym, he noticed that Clint, Natasha, and Steve were having a session. He walked over to observe what they were working on, and caught Steve’s attention.

“You alright there, pal?” Steve inquired, noticing Bucky’s jaw right away.

“I’m fine. What are you guys working on?” Bucky replied, ignoring Steve’s stare and focusing on Clint and Nat.

“Come on Barnes,” Natasha muttered as she pinned down Clint, “You don’t have to keep up this apathetic act.”

“Yeah,” Clint agreed, flipping Nat off him, and pinning her down, “We could feel that tension from outside the gym.”

Bucky sighed, and closed his eyes.

“Y/N and Sam. Please tell me it’s all a nightmare”

Nat’s eyes widened, and looked at Steve. Clint furrowed his brows, let out a laugh and looked at Nat. Steve shrugged.

“I saw it too, so you’re not dreamin’ Buck” Steve stated flatly.

Clint snorted and got up, “Wait, am I missing something here?”

“What did you see…?” Nat questioned, keeping her composure.

“I saw her! All cuddled up in Sam’s arms!” Bucky exclaimed, throwing his hands up, “They didn’t even seem to notice me walk in and out of the area!”

“Calm down Barnes,” Nat suggested, “Honestly, I wouldn’t stress too much about it.”

“Are you kidding Nat? Everyone knows Bucky has a thing for Y/N, except for her” Clint bursted out, “I gotta see this for myself.” And with that, Clint headed out to see if it was true, Bucky following behind.

You and Sam abandoned the couch to go look for something to eat in the kitchen. It was almost dinner time, and the both of you were pretty hungry.

“What do you feel like eating?” Sam asked, searching the pantry.

“Just about anything,” you answered, “Did you want to pick some food up? We can go out-”

“Whoa, what’s this about going out now?” Clint announced, causing you and Sam to jump at his sudden presence.

“Jesus Clint, you scared me!” you said, holding your hand over your chest.

“My bad” Clint apologized, “So are you two really a thing now? Because if so, I did not see that coming.”

You looked over at Sam, giving him this slightly worried look that your plan might be exposed. Instead of looking at you, Sam came up to you and pulling you close to him.

“What’s it to you man?” Sam jokingly asked.

“Oh nothing, just curious” Clint smirked, “I just don’t buy that you two are actually anything.” He said, crossing his arms.

Before you could tell Clint the truth, Sam had placed his hand to your cheek, turning you to face him and carefully placed his lips along yours. You were completely thrown off, not expecting him to actually kiss you. When he broke the kiss, you tried not to look as shocked as Clint.

“Did you buy that?” Sam remarked with a cocky smile, clearly proud of his action.

“I sure did.”

The three of you turned around to see Bucky standing on the other side of the room.

“Shit” Sam mumbled.

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Relax || Woozi

Request: OMG YES IM SO HAPPY okay so my request: woozi scenario where he’s overworking and stressed and you help him out?

Comments: Ok I feel like i’ve actually been wounded because this is the first Woozi thing I’ve ever written and oOoOooOoHHH MY GAAHHHHHHH :OO

I wrote a Suga scenario very similar to this too so I had the weirdest deja vu while writing this but hey all in all I just love Woozi & this was very fun to write

Originally posted by spritewoozi

           Writing new songs and practically living in the studio started to become something Jihoon had become accustomed to, no matter much he probably shouldn’t have done that. He spent day and night in that place, staring at his computer screen and losing track of what time or day of the week it was.

           The other members tried to go in and persuade Jihoon to take some time away from the studio, but he’d always wave them away and say that he was in the midst of working, and if he left now, he’d lose his train of thought.

           That’s why the one day you thought Jihoon was starting to go overboard with his isolation, you decided to go over and at least check up on him. If he wasn’t in a bad mood, then you’d attempt to get him out of there, though that option wasn’t looking too bright.

           All in all, you just wanted to see him after being deprived of his face, and his smile, and his kisses, and his sarcastic comments. You missed him; that stupid computer of his got more time with him than you did.

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Tyler Lets The Phanship Sail

Thanks for the prompt anon, was a tough one, so sorry its late, my internet was misbehaving as well :P

Title:Tyler Lets The Phanship Sail

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: A couple of swears :3

“Come on Phil we have to go now!” Dan called up the apartment stairs to phil.

“I-I’m coming, i’m just tryin’, tryin’ to-"  there was a huge crashing sound.

"Phil are you okay?”

“yeah, I just fell over putting my socks on!” He laughed.

“Well hurry up and get your arse down the stairs now” He ordered lightly. Phil came running down the stairs in black skinny jeans, black sneakers, mismatched socks, his bat shirt which he loved, and his hair flailing everywhere. He was about to walk past Dan when he stopped in his tracks, glanced over at Dan and gave him a peck on the lips. Dan sighed at Phil, but he couldn’t contain his cheesy smile which only came out for him. Phil smiled back and carried on walking past Dan and through the front door. Dan laughed quietly to himself.

“Make sure you don’t do that  in tyler’s vlog babe, imagine the shitstorm that would go on everywhere!” He called to phil as he followed him out the door locking it behind them. They clambered into the taxi that was outside their apartment waiting to take them to Tyler Oakley’s house to have a day out with him in one of his vlogs. They’d left the house before 9 o’clock to get there early so Tyler could get plenty of footage, so naturally both of them were still half asleep. It was rare to see either of them out of bed before noon. Tyler was the only one who knew about their secret relationship apart from one or two other people, so dan and phil had great trust in him to keep it a secret.

Dan paid the taxi driver the due amount as they got out the car at Tyler’s house. “Im actually looking forward to this.” Phil told Dan, now slightly more awake.

“Yeah me too.” He smiled as he knocked on the door to tyler’s home.  A few seconds later they were greeted by tyler and his camera.

“Look who I found at my doorstep!” He exclaimed to the camera as he swivelled his camera round to face dan and phil. They both smile and wave awkwardly.

“Heyyy” They both said in synchronisation. They both give tyler a quick hug and are lead to his living room all the while with tyler talking to his camera. Once tyler stops recording they decide on what the plans for the day would be.

“Well, I’ve got something come up this evening so it’ll have to have to be a quick walk round town and we can grab a bite at a café if you want.”

“That sounds good” Dan and phil both agree as they set out the door. All three of them squeeze into yet another taxi and travel to town laughing and chatting.

“So how are things between you two?” Tyler winked, smiling cheekily at the two men sitting next to each other hand in hand. They both laughed.

“Things are, well, good. Aren’t they phil?” Dan says looking at Phil “You know, same old.”

“Good good, any plans of telling your fans yet?” Tyler questioned

“Hell no.” Dan replied swiftly. “What happens between me and Phil is private and personal, the whole world doesn’t need to know everything.”

“Personally I wouldn’t mind” Phil said “I think our fans would support us and honestly I think they suspect it anyway, you know, with all the phan stuff going round tumblr.”

“Yeah, but there’d be so much hate phil, and I don’t know if I could tolerate it.” Dan added in.

“Well I’ll support you in what ever decision you make.” Tyler said happily as the taxi pulled up at the requested street.

“Thanks tyler” They both chimed as they climbed out of the taxi, letting go of each others hand.

They had great fun that day, walking round shops and round streets getting noticed and terrorised by danosaurs and philions everywhere. Towards the end of their day out they found a quiet café where they could hopefully eat their meal in peace. They walked in through the door to see that the café was completely empty. Perfect. The went and sat in the booth in the corner, furthest from the window, so no passer-bys could see them. The boys sat on one side of the table while Tyler sat on the other and linked hands under the table so that the camera wouldn’t catch any evidence of them being together. They ordered their meal and sat talking and laughing. They were just polishing off their desert when tyler pulled his camera out to do a quick summary of what they’d just eaten.

“Guys my camera’s not working.” Tyler said frowning as he fiddled with it. “I’ll trying putting the battery in and out again.” He exclaimed to Dan and Phil, who weren’t paying any attention to Tyler and were too busy play fighting over who should get the last profitta roll.

“It’s mine!” Dan said as he picked it up from the plate and was pushing towards his mouth just as Phil slapped his hand, sending it flying. Phil caught it and shovelled it straight into his mouth and laughed at Dan. Dan faked annoyance and sarcastically yelled at him.

“PHIL! That was MINE! Give it to me NOW.” He Laughed and took hold of phils face and pulling towards his own.

Just as their lips met Tyler who was completely oblivious to what was going on because he was too transfixed with fixing his camera yelled out “Hey guys I fixed it!” He turned the camera round to face a Dan and Phil who were passionately making out. Tyler quickly stopped recording as soon as he realised what was going on. “UUUUMMM GUYSS! I am here you know! Trying to make me feeling like more of a third wheel  I see!” He joked as Dan and Phil pulled apart laughing and blushing, unaware of the fact that Tyler had just videoed them making out.

“Sorry, Phil just stole one of my profitta and I had to retrieve it.” Dan laughed

“What? From his mouth?” Tyler joked as they all broke down into laughter. “Right, I have to get home and edit and upload this video SUPER quick before the thing tonight.” Tyler sighed as he stood up.

“Okay bye, nice meeting you!” Dan said as they both bid him farewell before making their own way home.  

After a couple of hours of laying round they house doing nothing in particular, Dan called out to Phil “Phill! Tyler’s  Vlog’s up! Wanna come watch it with me?!”

“Yeah im coming!” Phil called as he ran to where Dan was sitting on the sofa and snuggled up beside him, putting an arm round his waist. Dan pressed play and they laughed joyfully at the video of just acouple of hours ago. It was coming towards the end of the video as tyler’s face popped up and Dan and Phil recognised the background as the café. Tyler smiled into the camera and called out “Hey guys, I fixed it!”

“Strange, I don’t remember this bit?” Dan said confused.

“Oh, wasn’t that when- Oh… Shit.” Phil swore and looked worried.

“When what?” Dan asked as they continued to watch the video. The camera rotated round to a view of both of them kissing at the table. Dan paused the video and swore repeated under his breath.

“What is this!? Why would he put this in!? This is bullshit! I’m calling him now!” Dan said as he fumbled through his pocket for his phone. His scrolled through his contacts list to Tylers name. He clicked on it and heard ringing through the other end. “Come on come on, pick up the phone.” Dan whispered to himself. All of a sudden Tyler picked up.

“Hey Dan! What’s up!” Tyler said happily down the phone.

“Tyler take the video down right now!” Dan yelled angrily down the phone.

“Woah, why, what’s wrong with it?” Tyler said worried

“You put in a bit with me and phil making out in it!” Dan hissed “Why’d you do that!? Take it down!”

“What!? Dan I didn’t do it on purpose, I was really rushed for time and just shoved everything together into one video without looking! And I can’t take it down because I’ve just left for the meeting I have tonight!”

“Well go back!”

“Dan I can’t! Its really important.” Tyler begged

“I DON-“ Just before dan finished his sentence Phil snatched his phone from him and apologized to tyler and told him he’d sort it out before hanging up. ”PHIL!? What the fuck?!”

“Dan, calm down.” Phil pleaded with him.

“Do you not see what’s going on Phil!?” Dan yelled pointing to the screen infront of them as if phil was stupid.

“I do see! But what I don’t see, is the problem you have with it.”

“Phil! Everyone will know!”


“There’ll be so much hate phil!”

“Let them hate.”


“No buts.” Phil interrupted. “I love you Dan and that’s all that matters. And that’s all that should matter to you. You should be able to have a relationship openly without having to worry about it 24/7. Yeah, there’ll be hate, but as long as we have each other it won’t matter. I’ll always be here, the world was gonna find out sometime, so why not now?” Phil wrapped his arms round Dans shoulders and held him tight. “We’ll face them together with our heads held high. What d’ya say?” Phil asked softly as he lightly kisses Dans cheek.

“Okay Phil. Okay.” Dan sighed. “I love you too by the way.” He added as he turned his head to phil and pressed phils mouth against his.  

Connor Franta Imagine for Anon (:


Better Thank Him.

“HELL YEAH, LET’S CRASH THE PARTY LIKE WE DON’T CARE. OH WOOOOAAHHH. HELL YEAHHHHHHH. LET’S CRASH THE PARTY LIKE WE DON’T CAREEEEEEEEEEE.” you sang along to Hell Yeah by Midnight Red while cleaning your cute little apartment. You knew you were probably disturbing the neighbors, but hey at least its good music. You were in some black sweats and a tight, yet comfortable lime green tank top.

“TURN UP THE LIGHTTTSSSSS, AND LOSE YOURSELF TONIGHTTTTT. TOUCH SOMEBODYS BODY. ITS ALRIGHTTTTTTTT TO LOSE YOURSELF TONIGHTTTTT. TAKE YOUR CHANCE AND DO JUST WHAT YOU LIKEEEE.” (theres more to that part but im to lazy to write it all lmfao) Once the song ended you finished dusting and quickly jumped off the stool you were on. You were met with the face of your best friend, Connor. He looked very amused. You ran to turn off the next song that begin to play.

“CONNORRRR! What are you doing here!?” You asked surprised, yet happily. You ran over to hug him, despite how sweaty you were from cleaning. “I decided to come over a little early than the rest of the crew because I was really bored and doing nothing to be honest.” he said while gladly hugging you back. You were hanging out with the rest of O2L and a couple of the gal pals later, which is why you were cleaning so intensely. 

“Oh, well I’m not doing anything better.” You laughed, looking around you cluttered apartment that still needed quite a bit of work. “Yes you are! Watching you clean and dance is much better than laying in bed listening to the boys being rowdy. I’ll even help you clean.” He suggested, picking up some all purpose cleaner.

“You sure you really want to help. I still got quite a bit to do. The only thing done is my room.” You said looking towards the direction of your bedroom. He laughed, “I wouldn’t be over here if i wasn’t being serious about helping you. Plus its always good to get a little break from those crazy animals.” He joked, referring to the O2L guys. 

“Oh, come on Connor. They’re not that bad!” You said, stating your honest opinion. He looked at you serious, “Y/N, you don’t live with them.” You shrugged, “Good point." 

"Excatlyyyy.” he said beginning to spray your little bar counter thing. (sorry i have no idea what the hell there called) “Don’t get sassy with me now Franta.” you laughed and threw a roll of paper towels at him, mostly for a laugh, but also to wipe off the counter.

He looked at you in shocked. “You did not!” You smirked at him, “Oh, but I did.” you encouraged. Next thing you knew he came at you and you were on the couch being tickled to death. “CON- CONNO- CONNOOORRR STAPH.” (that sounds so wrong lmao) you managed to get out inbetween laughs. “Never!” he shouted and continued tickling you.

After what felt like hours he stopped. You tried to catch your breathe and get up, but he wouldn’t let you. “Oh, please. You thought I was done? Ha, nope.” he laughed and began tickling you yet again.

“WOOOAH WHAT DO WE GOT GOING ON UP IN HERE!?” you heard someone screaming from the door, instantly recognizing it as Ricky. Connor instantly got off you and bursted out laughing. He picked the paper towels up off the ground and wiped off the counter. “Connor thought it would be funny to tickle me because I threw paper towels at him.” you explained to get ride of the awkward tension. 

“And why did you throw paper towels at him?” Ricky asked. “He was being sassy.” you laughed and got up to give Ricky a hug. “Psfttt.” Connor laughed. You rolled your eyes at him playfully, “So what are you doing here so early, and not to be rude but how did you get in?” you asking knowing that Connor was the only one of the guys with a key to your apartment.

“Well, I have lots of party food down in my car and I thought I could help you set up. And Mr. Franta here left the door unlocked. "Connor!” you laughed and pushed his shoulder lightly. “Haha, sorry not sorry Y/N." 

"Come help me get the food Connor.” Ricky commanded and began walking towards the door. “I can help too.” you suggested. “Naw, that’s okay Y/N. But thanks for offering.” “Yep, no problem.”

You sighed and looked around at the living room, it was coming along quite nicely. You weren’t so sure as to why you were cleaning, considering its gonna be a mess once everyone leaves. Oh well. You were picking a couple things off the ground when you heard the door open. Knowing it was the guys you didn’t bother to look up and continued to pick of the stuff laying on the floor. “OH GIRL. DAT BOOTY DOE.” you heard Ricky yell and sound like he slapped Connor.

You turned around to them laughing like the dorks they are. You shook you head as you placed things were they were suppose to go. Connor and Ricky sat themselves on the couch and stared at whatever. You looked around the room and thought it was clean enough. “Hey guys im going to go take a shower and get ready. You know, and all those extra girly things.” you guys laughed and they nodded.

************after you get ready and the rest of the crew arrives************

You guys were currently just eating food and chatting with one another. You looked around at everyone just enjoying themselves, and it made you happy, especially since you were apart of it. You looked over at Connor chatting with Kian and Jc. There was always this crush you had on him. You thought over time that it would go away, since most do right? But it has yet to vanish. You still believe that one day it will hopefully go away since he wouldn’t go for his best friend anyhow. Until then, you just decide to enjoy him.

Not all of the guys knew you liked Connor, only Kian, Trevor, Ricky, Andrea, and Lia knew. It’s not that you wanted to hide it from them, its just it never really came up and the ones that know could see it in your eyes. You notice Kian look over at you and give you a smirk. He must have seen you gawking at Connor. Kian gives this look to Ricky and you wonder what the hell it meant.

“OKAY GUYS. I THINK WE SHOULD GET CAUGHT UP ON OUR CRUSHES. SO WE SHOULD ALL TELL WHO OUR CURRENT CRUSH IS, IT’LL BE LIKE WERE IN HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN.” Ricky yelled so everybody would be able to hear. Well, know you know what the look meant. “But we should add a little twist, we should have each other guess who likes who. Also couples aren’t allowed to play *cough* Kian and Andrea *cough*” Ricky added making everyone laugh.

Greaaaaaaatttttt, you thought.

Sam and Jc went first, than whoever else except you or Connor. (In this Jc and Lia arent together yet but their crushin) Now it was either him or you. “Connor!” Kian picked. “Since Y/N is your best friend…who do you think she has a crush on?” he asked. Connor looked over at you with a adorable smirk. Little did you know, inside he wanted to do anything but smile. The thought of you liking someone besides him made him really sad.

“Hmmm! Ugh! I know this one!” he spoke thinking hard. It went all quite for a second. “Oh! I got it! That blonde guy from that band!” he spoke proudly, trying to act all happy when all he really wanted to do was be the only guy you ever think about like that. If only he knew, that he was.

“You got to be more specific than that, Connor.” Jc laughed. “I don’t remember Luke something?” he guessed.

“NO YOU BIG DUMBY ITS YOU. SHE LIKES YOU!” Trevor randomly shouted out. Everyone turned to look at him in shock, especially the ones who knew about your liking to Connor. You could feel you anxiety level getting higher. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom…” you say getting up and awkwardly excusing yourself. Good thing you were on the same side as your room was and Connor was siting on the opposite side of the room.

Once you exited everyone looked at Connor. He looked beyond suprised, but also like a little kid on Christmas, he was hard to read at the moment. “Bro? You gotta go talk to her.” Sam spoke up. “You like her back anyways don’t you?" 

Connor nodded and everyone got a littler happier, knowing that your guys’ friendship would be broken, and maybe you guys could get together. "Your right. I’m going to go talk to her.” Connor smiled to everyone and went to go do exactly what he said. He exited the room, and once he did everyone began scolding Trevor for saying what he did.

“Y/N?” Connor knocks on your door. Theres no reply. He knocks once again but gets the same response. He decides to walk in, getting met with a dark room filled with your sobs. He finds you in the corner of the room, grasping onto a teddy bear your dad gave you when you were young, crying.

He comes over to you slowly and sits next to you and gently puts his arm around you. He feels you tense up. “Why are you crying Y/N/N (your nickname if you have one…)?” You don’t reply, but instead the tears come harder.

“Please, please tell me why your crying.” he pleads. You sigh and get ready for a big speal. “Because Connor. I just know that i’ll never ever be as pretty as any of the other girls you meet on a daily basis. And now that you know I like you it scares me so much to think that it might creep you out and you’ll leave me. I mean, I wouldn’t blame who you, who would want someone as ugly as me liking them. I don’t even see why your friends with me. I’m to ugly to even be your friend.” you sigh and cry more. You feel Connor squeeze you closer to him, making your heart race.

“Okay, first of all Y/N, you are farrrrrrrrrrr from ugly. Yes, there are other pretty girls in the world, everyone is beautiful. But you, oh my gosh. I have had the biggest crush on you since like a year or so after we met. I never thought anything of it really, I thought it was just a school girl crush and it would go away but I was way wrong. All it did was gradually get bigger. I would never leave you for something as little as this. Even I didn’t like you back, I wouldn’t even think about leaving you, ever. And I don’t base my friends on looks. I base them on the beauty on the inside, and you have the most beauty i’ve ever seen Y/N.” Connor says looking straight into your eyes. You wanna believe it, but your scared too.

“Your just saying that…” you say looking away. You feel him pull your face to look at him. “I mean every single word I said Y/N. You are the most beautiful girl ive laid eyes on. Your beyond gorgeous inside and out. And well….I love you. Like alot. Not just as a friend either. I love you as much more than that. Y/N, I love you so, much.” He says and then leans in and kisses you. You couldn’t believe it, it felt much to good to be true. Nothing could ruin this moment. His lips felt like one of the missing puzzle piece to happiness. Daw, he was perfect.

You slowly pulled away and hugged him tightly, partially sitting on his lap. “I love you so much Y/N.” Connor tells you again. “I love you too Connor.” You reply and kiss him again. This is what youve been missing out on. This is what you needed. Connor.

Better thank Trevor later.

A/N: omg so FEEEeeeeeeeeeEeeeeeeeEeELS. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AGAIN. LUKE HEMMINGS AND CAMERON DALLAS ONES WILL BE UP TOMORROW. sorry for mistakes i dont edit lol and sorry if it sucksss.  


synergysam  asked:

Hs!au, the nerds are pulling an all nighter to study and at around 5 am Sam is so tired he starts confessing some real random shit

Ask and ye shall receive. 

 “Sammich, you have to help me.” Gabriel said as he threw himself at his friend, instigating a piggyback. Sam grunted under the sudden extra weight, but instinctively his arms moved to grab Gabe’s legs and hoist him up.
   “With what?” He sighed, handing Gabriel his backpack, who put it on top of his own before clinging to Sam’s neck again.
   “Okay, I have an art assignment and I have three paintings to do and I need something, or someone to paint and I have no one cute enough to paint except for a certain Moose I know but it’s going to be an all night thing…” He trailed off, and Sam knew exactly what was being asked of him. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Why did he put up with Gabriel again?
  “Fine. But you’re buying me coffee and breakfast in the morning.”   “I knew there was a reason we’re friends.” Gabriel beamed, burying his face in Sam’s hair, and Sam chuckled. Alright, this was why he put up with him. He was cute, he was funny, and he was way too hands on and touchy, but Sam was only one who put up with his constant need for hugs and contact
 “To my house!”

After dinner, Gabriel dragged Sam into his art studio, gesturing at the sofa and grabbing his camera. Sam squinted at it.
   “‘kay, I wanna take some pictures first, probably of you laughing, or pulling a dumb face. Then I’ll need a picture of you lounging in pyjamas - I still have that pair of your pj bottoms here from the sleepover a few weeks ago, and I’m not sure what I want for the last one.” He thought for a second, before jamming the camera on a tripod, setting it to take pictures every ten seconds.

He sat down in front of Sam, tucking his hair behind his ear, and Sam gave Gabriel a loving smile. Gabriel was, other than Dean, the person he was closest to in the world, and he enjoyed the closeness in times like this. As Gabe drew his hand away, a silver coin appeared between his fingers and Sam gasped, camera shutter clicking in the background. Sam grinned, grabbing Gabriel’s hand.
  “How?” Gabriel winked.
   “Magician never tells his secrets.” 

For the next half hour Gabriel just sat there with Sam, playing magic tricks and telling him jokes till tears ran down Sam’s cheeks and he was begging Gabe to stop, which he finally did, grabbing his camera and hooking it up to a projector so he could sift through the photos and find the one he wanted to paint. He found it quickly, it was Sam grinning at him, eyes wide and glittering with emotion. Sam blushed when he saw it, and Gabriel clapped him on the back.
“This is why I chose you Sammoose, you’re so pretty.” Sam went even redder at the compliment before pulling out a book and reading whilst Gabriel got to work. It took him 5 hours to finish the first painting, and he had paint on his hands, face, and even a little in his hair, but Sam had never seen Gabriel happier. He looked over at Sam hopefully, showing off the painting. Sam gave him a thumbs up, and Gabriel let out a happy sigh, before taking photos of Sam lounging and reading. That painting took him less time, mainly because he wasn’t trying to convey the emotion in Sam’s eyes, and by the time it was over Gabriel turned the camera timer on again, sitting with Sam again, hoping for another candid shot. It was 5am, and Sam was tired. Gabriel made a small noise, tucking Sam’s hair behind his ear, and stroking his cheek. Sam leant into the touch, eyes closing, gentle smile playing on his lips.

   “Mmm… you’re such a good artist Gabe… ‘m glad you let me watch you paint…” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to Gabriel’s hand.
   “Oh, jesus Sam, you’ve got paint on your lip now.” he said, glazing over the fact Sam just kissed his hand, and wiping at Sam’s bottom lip trying to dislodge the slightly wet dark green paint.
   “I don’ care… ‘m jus’ glad I got to spend time with you, you’re so cute.” Sam said, opening his eyes fully and grabbing Gabriel’s face, hands on his cheeks.Gabriel froze at his words.
  “You heard me, you golden haired prick, I think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, and I love bein’ aroun’ you.” Sam’s eyes were slightly glassy from the lack of sleep, but Gabriel had a feeling that nothing he was saying was a lie. “You’re so touchy and affectionate and I jus’ wanna kiss you and hold you, y’know? You’re so small an’ perfect, and that emotion in the picture you can’t figure out? ‘s love.” Gabriel put a finger on Sam’s lips, leaving a little more residue paint. Sam blinked innocently, and Gabriel moved his finger.
   “I love you too Sammy, why else would I ask you to stay up all night with me?” He surged forward, capturing Sam’s lips in a heated kiss that tasted like paint, but he didn’t have a care in the world. The camera shutter clicked, and he broke the kiss, stroking Sam’s cheek again.
“Sleep, I’ll finish this.” Sam nodded, curling up on the sofa. Gabriel draped a blanket over him and stroked his hair gently with a smile.

When Sam woke up, Gabriel was passed out with his cheek pressed onto the palette of paint, but the final picture was done. It was done in the brightest colours he had, but Sam recognised what it was from the photo on the projector. It was them kissing, Sam’s eyes wide in shock, Gabriel’s closed hands pulling on Sam’s shirt. Gabriel had rearranged the photos, lounging being the first, the lovestruck Sam as second, and then neon masterpiece as the third. Sam looked at all three, admiring the way Gabriel’s style changed between them all. The first one was clear brushstrokes, with fuzzy outlines so it looked like a grainy photograph, imagined sunlight basking him in a warm glow. The second was photorealistic and Sam couldn’t draw his eyes away from his own as he couldn’t help but marvel at the way Gabriel has captured the sparkle in his eyes, and the way he’d blended the green and the brown. The last one was his favourite, and he noticed there was paint all over Gabriel’s hands where he’d obviously done the whole thing by hand, clear thumb strokes where their lips were, thick sections of swirled paint as their hair.At the bottom of each canvas was a small scribble.

#1 I will wait, I will wait for you.
#2 You are my clarity I swear.
#3 The touch of your lips throws my world into technicolour, ultraviolet overdrive

He swallowed the lump in his throat and got up, grabbing a warm damp cloth and came back, pulling Gabe into a sitting position, and he began to clean the bright paint from his cheek. Gabriel woke up, staring at Sam, catching his hand.
  “School, the paintings. Hurry.” he half slurred, standing up and sliding the large canvas’ into bags, handing one to Sam. “Please.”

The art director laughed as she saw Gabriel covered in paint and still in his pyjamas when he got to school, only wearing Sam’s hoodie because he’d insisted. She also noticed paint on Sam, and thought not to ask, especially when she saw the third painting.
  “These are stunning Gabriel, I wouldn’t be surprised if you got top marks,” He beamed, looking up at Sam, and he couldn’t decide what was brighter, the electric blue paint smeared across his nose, or the gleam in his eyes.
  “So’s my muse.” He replied, not looking at his teacher. 


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