i have just ruined my life again by making this


So the cast of RFA Party PH’s RFA Cafe has taken over my life and ruined my work schedule but I have no regrets because I love them all… and they inspire me, okay??? Thank you guys for making our days brighter long after the end of event! I drew their out of costume group photo as their characters cause I thought it’d be cute~ and aren’t they just as gorgeous out of costume? haha again… Thank you guys for what you do for us. ♥

Birds Make the Best Wingmen

When Stiles invites Derek over for dinner on their second date, it seems that Stiles’ pet parrot is determined to ruin his life. Then again, maybe birds actually make the best wingmen… 

aka: 3-in-the-morning-me read an unrelated text post on parrots and happened to be making sterek icons, and went hey, sterek plus parrots!

“Dude,” Scott sighs. “If it makes you this nervous, just don’t do it.”

“Excuse you?” Stiles scoffs. “Don’t go on my date with Derek? Is that what you just said? You’re not going to make me give you the speech on his eyes again, are you? Because I have it memorized, man, and-”

“No, no, no!” Scott says, waving his PS4 controller wildly. When his Titan gets shot, he mutters, “Worth it. I just meant that if you don’t want to have him over here, then don’t. Go out somewhere instead.”

“I can’t,” Stiles groans. “You know I can’t. He cooked me dinner for our first date, so I have to cook him dinner for our second.”

It’s only fair, really. The only problem is his and Scott’s apartment is a mess, his cooking skills are mostly limited to super healthy and not-date-worthy stuff for his dad, and—though Stiles doesn’t view it as much of a problem, considering the number of nights Allison has spent here—Scott’s being sexiled for the night. Technically Stiles told him he could stay in his room, if he wanted, considering the worst thing they’ll probably do tonight is kiss, but thankfully Scott was much more into the idea of making out with Allison than listening to Stiles potentially make out with Derek. 

“Look, it’s pretty clean in here for two college guys,” Scott reasons, for the tenth time today. Stiles is pretty sure it’s just because he doesn’t want to stop playing Destiny in favor of vacuuming. “I seriously doubt he’ll care if you order takeout, anyway. You just gotta chill. Right, Iago?”

“Right, Scott!” Iago squawks. “Right, Scott! Right, Scott!”

Scott had taught Stiles’ parrot to respond ‘right, Scott’ anytime he hears ‘right, Iago?’ two years ago, and still takes far too much pleasure in having a bird agree with him.

Stiles feels very little sympathy when Scott gets gunned down again as he beams over at the cage.

“Scott’s an overly-optimistic knucklehead who doesn’t understand the woes of us normal people who aren’t dating our first love five years later, right, Iago?” Stiles asks.

“Right, Scott!”

Close enough.

“Nice place,” Derek says, hanging his jacket on one of the hooks by the door. “And dinner smells great.”

“Ah, it’s nothing,” Stiles says, despite having slaved over the stove for three hours. “Lasagna. Here, c’mon, let’s sit down.”

Derek follows him to the living room, but when he sits down on the couch, Derek doesn’t join him. Instead, he walks over to Iago’s cage, peering in.

“You have a parrot?”

“Oh, yeah,” Stiles says, adjusting himself so he’s facing them. “His name’s Iago.”

“Does he talk?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s kinda awesome. He only understands about as much as a dog, probably, but if you say something enough times he’ll start to repeat it, and he understands a few basic things. Like, um- Iago, hello!”

“Hello!” Iago squawks.

Derek smiles–the amazing, warm one that makes his eyes crinkle—and Stiles never wants it to go away. And if that means playing with his bird instead of making small talk? Well, he’s not going to complain.

“Iago, this is Derek,” Stiles says, even though he won’t really get that one.

Unfortunately, he does seem to remember the word ‘Derek’.

“Derek is the best!”  

Stiles’ eyes practically bug out of his head, because that’s actually something he says all the time, and the last thing he needs is for Iago to start parroting everything he’s ever heard about Derek, because… no.

Derek glances over at Stiles, eyebrow raised.

“Just a trick we taught him,” Stiles explains, with a nervous laugh.  “If you say ‘this is someone’, he’ll say they’re the best.”

He stands and rushes over, grabbing the towel they use to cover Iago’s cage before Derek can get a chance to test that lie.

“Say bye, Iago,” Stiles says, draping the cloth over his cage.

“Bye! Bye!”

Crisis averted.


“He’s cute,” Derek says, as Stiles ushers him over to the couch. “He’s named after the bird in Aladdin, right?”

“Yeah, he’s great,” Stiles agrees. “And yep. How’d you know?”

Derek’s awesome, but something about his leather jacket and black Camaro doesn’t give off much of an I-watch-Disney-movies-in-my-spare-time vibe.

“I’ve got a lot of nieces and nephews,” Derek says. He smiles again at the thought, which is far too adorable. “I’ve seen every kids’ movie more times than I can count. Or would even want to count.”

“Aw, that’s cool. I’m an only child, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Scott and his girlfriend start planning-”

The ding of the oven cuts him off.

“Um, gimme one sec,” he says, patting Derek’s knee–don’t ask why, dear God, he has no idea why—and getting up to check on dinner. “Be right back.”

Stiles takes the pan out of the oven, setting it down on the countertop.

“Derek?” he calls.  

“It’s ready?” Derek calls back, at the same time Iago repeats, “Derek!”

“Iago, stop it!” Stiles orders, poking his head into the living room.

“Stop it!” he echoes. It’s another of his favorite things to say, unfortunately. “Derek! Stop it! Derek!”

“Sorry, Derek,” Stiles sighs. “He’s a jerk sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Derek says, standing from the couch. “Not a problem.”

Before he reaches the kitchen, though, Iago interrupts again.

“Derek! Derek! Derek is so hot!”

Derek freezes. Stiles freezes. Iago, unfortunately, does not freeze.

“Derek is so hot!” he repeats, from underneath his towel. “Derek is so hot! Derek is so hot!”

Stiles’ cheeks are probably as red as Iago’s feathers.                  

“That another trick?” Derek asks, raising an eyebrow as the bird continues his ode to Derek’s hotness in the background.

“I- uh…”

“Or just one of the things he picked up by repetition?”


Stiles is going to die. He is actually, literally going to fall on the floor and have his heart stop beating from sheer embarrassment.

Or he would do that, except then Derek winks.

He fucking winks, then smirks, then walks back over to the birdcage, pulling the cover off.

“Derek is so hot!” Iago repeats vehemently upon its removal. “Derek is the best! Derek is so hot!”

“Stiles is so hot,” Derek tells him seriously.

Stiles gapes at him, but Derek doesn’t even look over.

Stiles is so hot,” he says again. “Stiles.”

“Stiles is so hot!” Iago agrees. “Derek is so hot! Stiles is so hot!”

“Smart bird,” Derek says, finally glancing over at Stiles.

He’s smiling again, and Stiles decides he very well may die, but perhaps not for the reason he thought.

When Scott gets home the next day and asks how the date with Derek went, only for Iago to squawk ‘Derek is so hot! Stiles is so hot!’, he flops down on the couch, muttering, “I take it back. I don’t even want to guess what that’s about.”

break the chain

happy birthday @carryonsimoncarryon!!

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genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: none

simon and baz get in a fight during 7th year and end up magically handcuffed together 

a/n: thank you @cherryonsimon for ur beta skills and brutal honesty :p AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!!! ENJOY BEING OLD 💜💜

(if the readmore doesn’t work then just click the url and it will take you to the post ^__^)


“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

My jaw drops and I stare at Agatha. She doesn’t look like she’s joking, and I start to feel sick.


“I want to break up.”

“But–but why?”

“I just don’t think we’re good together,” she says, like her words aren’t devastating. Like she hasn’t just unraveled all of my plans for our future together.

“But…but I love you…” I say, a bit pathetically, and her face hardens.

“I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, Simon. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I don’t know what to say to that, and she’s not listening anyway. She’s looking at something over my shoulder and I turn around quickly to see what it is.

It’s Baz.

He gives her a lazy wave and a wink, and when I face her again she’s gone pink.

“Him?” I say incredulously. “You’re breaking up with me for him?”

“What if I am?” she says, and I feel my magic starting to rise. She takes a step back, looking scared. I curse and try to force it back down.

“Agatha,” I say, but she’s still moving. “Agatha! I didn’t mean it!”

She spins on her heel and walks off, leaving me behind in the hall.

I’m sure I look like a fish out of water; students are leaving the classrooms and everyone’s giving me a funny look. I’m still fighting to keep my magic under control and I only have one thought on my mind: this is Baz’s fault.

* * *

Baz had somehow disappeared after my confrontation with Agatha, so I go looking for him. I eventually find him lurking in an unused corridor–the one with the room where the Crucible is stored. Surely Baz isn’t daft enough to try and mess with it. He must have some other scheme planned.

I don’t care what it is, I don’t care about anything else right now other than the fact that Baz has once again ruined my life.

I’m attempting to sneak up on him when the sole of my shoe squeaks, and he whips around.

“What do you want, Snow?” Baz spits, and I rush forward without thinking.

“This is all your fault!” I yell as I shove him, “if you’d just left Agatha well alone she wouldn’t have broken up with me!”

He looks confused for a second and then smirks. That makes me angrier, so I shove him again. Harder. This time his head makes a satisfying crack as it hits the wall. I rush forward with my arm pulled back, ready to punch him. He moves to block me and our hands collide in mid-air.

I feel a shimmer of magic around my wrist and my stomach drops. Baz must have cast something too low for me to hear, and now…well, I’m not really sure what he did until I look at my hand and see the shiny metal bracelet. I don’t realize what’s happened at first; Baz tugs his wrist and mine comes with it.

Merlin’s tits, I’m fucking handcuffed to Baz. What is he planning to do to me? This must be one of his schemes! He’s going to…he’s going to…

Well, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but it probably involves me and a pair of handcuffs.

“What the hell, Baz!” I growl, “let me go!”

He looks indignant. “I didn’t do this!”

“Of course you did!”

“Crowley, Snow, do you really think I’d attach myself to you on purpose?”


The air starts to fill with smoke, and I realize it’s Snow. Shit, I should have known this would happen. He’s going to bloody go off. I’m tempted to poke him as I usually do–because I know he’ll just shield me–but I finally give into my urge to just…help him.

“Deep breaths now, Snow,” I say, and his head snaps up. He narrows his eyes at me, but I keep going; keep holding his gaze. “Let it go. Some of it. Before you start another fire. Whatever–fuck!”

Snow shoves me into the wall for the second time today, only this time he comes with me and I’m hit from both sides.

“What was that for? I was helping you, you numpty!”

“I don’t need your help,” he snarls.

“Fine!” I spit, “let’s go find you someone else then!”

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I laugh at that name every time, and I’m not even sorry.

So I haven’t touched the 2 latest episodes because I’m lazy, but this was so much fun that I had to devote some time screaming to it! So get ready kids, because there is screaming (and spoilers) below the cut.

Though first: someone who’s never seen Camp Camp tell me what’s going on in this picture:

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Hamilton Act II: A Summary

What’d I Miss: french fry is back, this time with jazz

Cabinet Battle #1: my talents include looking snazzy, quick comebacks, and eliminating all chances for friendship upon first meeting people

Take a Break: I will try to get away *doesn’t try* well I did my best I think

Say No to This: let’s play a game called ignore the ensemble

The Room Where It Happens: I’m going to continue my theory of “maybe if I just stand here nothing bad will happen ever” but this time I’m going to be standing next to senators

Schuyler Defeated: I’m sure he already knows *looks out window to see Alexander lighting Burr’s house on fire*

Cabinet Battle #2: you must be outta your gODDAMN MIND

Washington On Your Side: salt squad assemble

One Last Time: you’re all exhausting I’m taking a permanent vacation try not to kill each other

I Know Him: *gets out a bucket of popcorn* I’m ready to watch your life fall apart

The Adams Administration: in addition to dressing snazzy, having quick comebacks, and being bad at making friends, my talents also include getting fired and not handling it well

We Know: it’s a good idea to tell a bunch of people who hate you something they could use to ruin your life

Hurricane: we’ve established that I don’t make very good choices but just in case you don’t get that yet I must do another stupid thing

The Reynolds Pamphlet: oh shit wait I shouldn’t have done that maybe

Burn: these letters are on fire and you will be too if you mess up again aka FEELINGS

Blow Us All Away: “what if he shoots me” “why would he do that, here take some guns see you at dinner”

Stay Alive (Reprise): get ready folks, once the tears start they aren’t going to stop for a while

It’s Quiet Uptown: no more politics for me they ruined my life

The Election of 1800: ok maybe just a lil bit more politics what could go wrong

Your Obedient Servant: shit that’s what could go wrong aka sass

Best of Wives and Best of Women: meeting means both meeting and gun fight apparently

The World Was Wide Enough: shooting your friends generally results in the realization afterwards that it was a bad idea

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: if you thought you were done feeling things you were WRONG. feelings time lasts until you’ve run out of tears


Not so long ago someone asked me something that sticked with me. 

“If you could talk to a younger version of yourself, what would you tell them?” 

My birthday and reaching the status of “legal adult” Has left me thinking a lot about what happened and what will. 
So i drew this little comic just to tell my future self that i have escaped hell and if i ever get back there, that i’ll escape it again. 
I’m proud that i managed to overcome something that ruined my life so terribly when i was young. 
I am grateful of the friends that i have and had, the ones that sticked with me and the ones that did not, because i have learned a lot from each other and they have helped me grow as a person. 

So to every single person that has talked with me or exchange simple hi’s. 
Thank you for making my world a brighter place and helped me escape the hell pit that i dug myself. 
It has been a life changing thing for me. 
I appreciate all of you. 
Thank you.

Mon-El Defense Squad Part 2

Guys, guys, GUYS. I have had it with this fandom. I am angry and pissed and just fed up. As someone who doesn’t get angry over much, that should say something. So here I am again to defend my precious space puppy.

Mon-El is lying to Kara: Now look here, I am sick of hearing this thrown around like it is the worst thing in the world that Mon-El is keeping a secret. Okay, stfu and sit down before you hurt yourself. Is Mon-El keeping a secret? Yes! Is that wrong? No! I’ve said this before but I will say it again. By that logic, Clark should not be with Lois. Winn should have stop being friends with Kara after finding out she lied to him about being an alien. Alex and Kara should have hated J'onn for lying to them about who he is. Kara doesn’t deserve Lena Luthor *gasp* because she lied to her face about being an alien and destroyed her alien detector. The double standards in this fandom are disgusting. Grow up. Everyone keeps secrets. No one has the right to your life story. You choose who you let in to have that privilege. Also, if the theory of Mon-El is true, what good would it do for anyone? He’s the Prince of a dead world. He believes he is the last survivor. How would knowledge of him being Prince change anything? It wouldn’t. He’s changing and adapting to Earth and it’s customs without bringing up that he was royalty, therefore should be treated better than all else. Honestly, this argument is just pathetic.


Mon-El is abusive and his relationship with Kara is toxic: Fuck you for saying this. Honestly, fuck you. I have been triggered so much this past month by your hatred for a character that it disgusts me. The only thing keeping me afloat are my therapy sessions. So, fuck you. Mon-El is not abusive. Is he arrogant, selfish, and does he have an ego? Yes. But that is how he grew up. That was his culture. He is changing and becoming better. He respects Kara immensely. When she says no (when dealing with her as a person), he respects the shit out of her wishes and steps back. He does NOT guilt trip her into making her love him. You want to know what guilt tripping is. When your assaulter makes you question whether what they did was in fact wrong. When the family of said assaulter wants you to forgive and sympathize with him and TALK to him because he’s going through a tough time. That is fucking manipulative and making me feel guilty for being FUCKING ASSAULTED. SO FUCK YOU FOR MAKING LIGHT OF A VERY SERIOUS ISSUE. Mon-El has constantly apologized without any prompting and has taken responsibility for his actions time and time again. He says he is in the wrong and he is learning. He is changing and growing as a person and pushing back years of what he knew to change to be something better. AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS NOT TOXIC. Let me say it again, their relationship is NOT TOXIC. Do they fight? Yes. But they leave and learn from it and then come aback together stronger than before. That is called GROWING UP AND DEALING WITH CONTRASTING OPINIONS LIKE ADULTS. He is not throwing tantrums when they disagree (like so many in this fandom moaning and groaning for not getting what they want). He speaks his mind, listens to Kara, and when they leave to cool off, he thinks about what was said. And he learns from it. You know what is toxic, my assaulter acting like nothing terrible happened the day after it did and then FUCKING ASSAULTING ME AGAIN. THEN FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS PRETENDING NOTHING HAPPENED AND WANTING TO BE “NORMAL” WITH ME AFTER HE RUINED MY LIFE. THEN WHEN I FINALLY AM ABLE TO ADMIT AND DEAL WITH WHAT THAT DID TO ME HE FUCKING DENIES AND ASKS ME DIRECTLY WHY AM I LYING. THAT IS TOXIC AND I FINALLY CUT THAT PART OF MY LIFE OFF FOREVER. Do NOT make light of very serious issues. It is demeaning to those who have been through it.


ugh-calum  asked:

hi !!can i request a scenerio for nct where y/n outward appearance is v intimidating but personality wise is basically a child thanks ! 💓💓

Yes of course you can my child ~


  UHM HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THIS BOY? ON STAGE HE IS SCARY, like a WHOLE new person, but in all reality he is the sweetest little baby in the world. Knowing this, he’ll probably try to talk to you, even though you make him uneasy. He’ll realize you’re genuinely a nice, fun person and invite you to hangout with him and the rest of the boys.

them on snow today was so cute

Originally posted by nctjay


  Taeil is sunshine okay, he will be super sweet, try to get your attention and start conversation with you. Once he sees your smile and sweet personality, he’ll have to cover his mouth to hide the huge smile on his face. bc in his head he’s like omg shes so cute wtf

Originally posted by nctinfo


  Johnny doesn’t care WHAT you look like, if he is interested in you, he will try for you. If you are as intimidating as everyone says, he’ll walk up to you confidently and try to act sly when getting your number. You’ll just giggle at his efforts and make him flustered. You’d tell him that his “cool boy act” was cute, and he would blush.

if you keep up with my nct reactions you know I make johnny out to be a cocky hoe and honestly yes girl shut him down

Originally posted by nctaezen


 OH LOOK another one of my cocky hoes Listen Yuta ruins my life, because he KNOWS he looks good and knows how to use his charm to his advantage. He wouldn’t hesitate to approach you. BUT LISTEN AGAIN, we know Yuta is sweet af have you seen him smile and once he sees your childish, funny, and cute personality, he can’t help but join in. This personified bad boy has gone soft.


Originally posted by yutaf


 Doyoung would probably be dared by his members to talk to you first. He would be a bit nervous at first, scratching the back of his head nervously and smiling uncontrollably. You would compliment his smile and try to joke with him. He’d grow comfortable very quickly, laughing with you. He would be super glad he mustered up the courage to know the real you.


Originally posted by dovounq


 Ten is such a friendly person. I think he’d be the first to initiate conversation, but he would be so flustered. He would blush and giggle so much, because he would think you’re gorgeous. You would ask him why he was so nervous, and laugh at his cute antics. You would automatically click after he realized your positive personality.


Originally posted by neo-culturetechnolonut


 IM CONFLICTED  Because Jaehyun is my soft bunny BUT ALSO we all know how cocky he gets. So I think he would be both, walking up to with full intention too sweep you off your feet, but once he saw your sweet smile and heard you laugh he would instantly go soft. He would listen to you speak and instantly fall in love with your cuteness.

Originally posted by nctaezen


MY SOFT HONEY MY WHOLE WORLD Winwin is such a shy baby, I highly doubt he’d try to approach you. He would always sneak glances, and quickly turn away whenever you Ignore him staring. You would have to be the first to approach him and start conversation, but after he realizes how sweet you are, he’ll become more comfortable with you.

am I a winwin stan ? of course not yes i really am

Originally posted by nctinfo


  I think Mark would act just the same as he always does. I don’t think he’d be afraid to talk to you, He is a very happy, sweet person and also very friendly. He would only smile and become even more friendly when he sees your cute side, playing around with you and laughing all day. You two would become friends in no time.

idk mark is just so swEET

Originally posted by nctjay


 I don’t think Haechan would initiate conversation first either, I think you’d have to be introduced by mutual friends or something for Haechan to not act awkward, because honestly I think in a situation like this ole boy would be a nervous mess BUT I think if Haechan is in a comfortable environment he’ll be open to talking to you. And when he does, he will only get more nervous because he’ll see how cute and fun you are and be like omg omg omg shes so cute pls what do i do error error skrrt

Originally posted by exoticnctlife

anonymous asked:

Supercat skype/phone sex :0

Kara nearly crushes her phone when she tries to answer it, half-asleep and disoriented from whatever dream she’d just been pulled from.

She nearly crushes it again when she sees who’s calling.

Cat hasn’t spoken to her outside of the office since Adam left, and she’s never called her at 2:30 in the morning before. Not even on her most stressful of days (and Kara has seen plenty of those by now).

Heart hammering in her chest she slides her thumb to answer the call, her Ms. Grant? coming out shaky with nerves.

Kiera,” Cat sighs, exhausted and put-out as if Kara was the one that had called her. “Of course you answer.

Kara pushes her hair back from her face, sitting up in the bed as she tries to piece together Cat’s response. For a moment, she wonders if she’s still dreaming, or if she had actually been the one to call Cat, somehow. “Excuse me?”

“I said ‘of course you answer,’” she repeats, and Kara can hear the clinking of ice in a glass, liquid sloshing. Oh. Oh, no. “Of course you answer, of course you take my call at two in the morning, of course you sound concerned.

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Undisclosed Desires (part 5)

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Summary: TFW discuss learning about your past as you catch up with Lucifer.

A/N: More canon divergence. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my mater tag list.


“Cas, you’ve been pretty quiet back there. You ok?” Dean asked from the drivers seat of the Impala.

Castiel remained silent and stared out the window. Part of him understood why you didn’t tell him and he wished he didn’t care; but how could he not care. Not only were you nephilim, but you were the spawn of the devil himself.

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As some of you may have seen, Trump has announced all trans people to be banned from serving in the military “in any capacity” 

As some of you may know, I’m currently in the process of enlisting in the US Air Force.

As some of you may know, I am trans.

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ok anyone with tinnitus listen up

so i’ve been having tinnitus for about a month (or more) known this is just my way of coping with it and actually making it stop a bit

so for starters i had the same thoughts as anyone else with tinnitus 

“i’m never gonna hear silence again”

“it’s gonna ruin my life”

“it will get worst” etc.

but please don’t think that way AT ALL. the thing i do is basically trick my brain i guess you can say hehe. what i do is i tell my self “yeah i may never hear silence again but that’s ok, it might even get better” think positive things don’t panic or have anxiety attacks (like i have done) because you have to remember tinnitus is your nerves that is messed up and it’s already in overdrive so panicking, feeling nervous, having anxiety will only make it worst because the nerves will act up even more

another thing is (and i want you to do) is just walk around your house for a moment and listen to the noises you hear coming form electronics, machines, nature sounds, etc. notice how everyday those are noises that’s naturally tuned out, that you don’t even notice? treat your tinnitus like that. now I’m not saying it will happen in a day because It will take time but pretend your tinnitus is the refrigerator  sound or a sound from your laptop etc, i pretend my tinnitus is the air conditioner it it helps! my tinnitus is tuned out and even before bed it’s like nothing to me so now I’m catching up on sleep :) just don’t think of it as tinnitus think of it as “that noise i hear in the background everyday that i never notice”

another thing is distracting yourself! try everything you absolutely can to distract yourself from it. at night i use  often read or will just think about the most random things or i would close my eyes and imagine things. i would even pinch my arm and think like “no, don’t think about tinnitus!” lol i would scold myself. mostly i would listen to music, get on the laptop, dance, sing, beat box (I’m so horrible at it XD) whatever just to take my mind off of it. 

so i do that and noticed it’s like i forget my tinnitus for DAYS. always remember that you have a life, don’t let tinnitus control it or hold it make. overcome it

if you guys have any questions about tinnitus or questions about my tinnitus please just inbox 


Originally posted by vladioglas

 Nessian Part Twenty Two by L.J. LaFleur


He didn’t wake up. He was still—a pristine sculpture of death. Tears stained my swollen cheeks, I could barely register the movements and sounds crowding around us.

A gentle hand squeezed my shoulder, “no,” I whispered while fighting their strengthening grip. “No!” I shook off their touch, “he, he’ll wake up. He has to wake up.” My entire body shook with the aftermath of rage—of the loss of him.

I hated it—the shaking. I felt that all I ever did was tremble either with fury or fear. Venomous bile raced up the back of my throat. I turned to the side, expelling my guts in the war-torn field.  

“Nesta?” Her honeyed voice raised above the rest, penetrating my cloud of despair.

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PD101 S2 Imagine: Daniel Kang

Genre // Fluff // Romance

Plot // Visiting your boyfriend on the set of PD101

Y/N // Age: 19 

Note (for myself): Daniel is from MMO with the other boys (Yoon Jisung, Choi Taewoong, Kim Jaehan and Joo Jinwoo) He also has a soft spot for Lee Woojin

 Narrator POV

It became a habit to check your phone every morning, reading the sweet texts from your boyfriend, Daniel. Sometimes, he’d throw in a joke or two. You always reply with a kissy, heart, or laughing emoji. Today was special, though. You were going to visit Daniel on the set of PD101. Your cousin also happens to be a stylist for the boys, so you’ll be meeting her there. 


The cab driver smiles politely as I close the door and start walking toward the set. When I spot my cousin, I wave and she grins while running over to me, engulfing me in a hug. 

“Hey Y/N! Daniel’s over there~” She croons while pointing. 

“I see, I see,” I laugh while looking over at him. He’s smiling while messing around with Jisung, the two of them laughing. “Are they going to start filming soon?” 

“They already filmed a little, but they’re taking a break right now.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Go say ‘hi’~”

“Ah, but I don’t want to bother-”


All of a sudden, Daniel and his friends are looking back at me. Daniel’s eyes widen as I grin and playfully punch my cousin’s arm. She giggles and runs off as Daniel seems to be taking in the fact that I’m here. I wave as he keeps staring, still amazed. 

“Yah, Kang Daniel, if all you’re gonna do is stare at me, I’m going to leave,” I say while walking towards them. 

“HI Y/N!!!” Taewoong greets while waving excitedly. Jisung and Jaehan wave super obnoxiously with goofy grins while Jinwoo smiles as a greeting. 

“At least Taewoong and the others are happy to see me.”

I hold my arms out for Daniel as he gets out of the chair he was seated in. He embraces me and I smile while embracing him back. I feel his lips press on the top of my head.

“I missed you so much, Y/N,” he whispers. 

“I missed you too,” I tell him while pulling back to look at him.

He smiles brightly and I smile, too. His smile always has a way with my heart. I caress his cheek and ask if he’s okay. He nods and I hear a few snickers behind Daniel. I glance at the guys and Taewoong just smiles innocently while the others are teasing us.

“Please kiss somewhere else,” Jaehan says, laughing not long after.

“Aish, do you guys want to die?” I say while glaring at them.

They all mock being afraid and Daniel slips an arm around my waist while kissing my temple. “Don’t mind them.”

“When are you guys going to start filming again?” I ask him.

He frowns. “In less than 20 minutes, but I want to be with you for the rest of the day. I’m thinking about just leaving with you right now.”

“What? No, you have to stay here and film babe. Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure? We haven’t been on a date in a while… And I want to spend time with you.”

I sigh and look around. The staff roamed around, talking to the other PD101 boys. I finally look at Daniel and sigh.

“I want to spend more time with you too, but you can’t leave. This is important. I can wait. I’ll always be here for you.”

Daniel frowns and takes my hands, gently rubbing circles on top of them while biting his lip in thought. He sways our hands a bit and I try to catch his eye. He finally looks up at me.

“Fine… If it makes you happy,” he tells me.

“It does. I don’t want to ruin your dreams of becoming an idol, Daniel.”

 “You won’t ruin anything okay? My dream of being an idol is important, but even bigger than that is living my life with you.”

Daniel pecks my lips and smiles. I feel my face heat up instantly and I shyly smile. He chuckles and pulls me in for a hug again. 

“I’ll just hang out on the set and watch you have fun with the guys,” I tell him. “Enjoy yourself, babe.”

Daniel sighs as someone calls out for him to get onto the set. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

We hug again and he hurries off towards the staff, who are also prepping the other boys. I notice a few guys walking towards me. 

“You’re Daniel hyung’s girlfriend?” One of them asks. Oh, I know who this guy is. Samuel Kim, the kid that used to be with SEVENTEEN.

I nod in response, and then the one in the middle suddenly introduces himself. 

“I’m Lee Daehwi. Daniel talks about you all the time.”

Daehwi… The kid who looks like Chenle and Taeil. His statement makes me blush and I ask them what he says about me.

“Only good things,” the last boy replies. 

“And you are… Lee Woojin, right?”

The boy nods cutely, and I giggle. “Well, you guys should get going. Filming is going to start soon.”

“We will, we just wanted to meet you~” Woojin says cutely, making me smile even more.

“Your name is Y/N, right?” Samuel asks. 

“Yeah it is. I’ll be here after to hang out, so I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye Y/N~~” Daehwi and Woojin call out while going towards the set and waving.

I laugh and wave back, looking for Daniel. I spot him talking to Jisung, who is being a meme, as usual. When they start filming, my cousin strides up beside me and smiles.

“So, how was it?” She asks, glancing at her phone.

“Good, but then he got a bit upset because he wanted to spend time with me,” I reply. “I told him I’d always be here and that he would never lose me.”

“Aigoo, you two are so cheesy.”

“Oh my lord, please, you’re into that kind of stuff like in those k-dramas.”

“Why do you always have to expose me?”

“Why else would I be your cousin?”

She rolls her eyes and focuses on the boys. For a moment, she’s completely silent, but then she’s smacking my arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper so no one around us pays any attention.

“Daniel. Daniel. Look.”

I look up and spot Daniel smiling at me, and suddenly, the director and producers are calling out ‘cut’. 

“Daniel, are you okay?” Somebody within the staff asks. 

“I’m fine…” He replies.

“No goofing off right now.”

“Yes sir…” 

Daniel gives me a quick glance before they start filming again.

“Nice job,” I tell my cousin, jabbing her in the ribs.

“Y/N, I was just pointing him out for you because you seemed focused on somebody else.”


“Let me see your phone.”

I hand her my phone and a couple of people from the staff look at us. I politely smile and they just turn back towards the set. So much for being polite.

“I knew it.”

I turn to my cousin, who mocks surprise on her face.

“You like Park Woojin, Bae Jinyoung, Kenta, Justin, and Ong Seongwoo?”

I feel my face flush and snatch my phone back. “Don’t tell Daniel.”

“So much for a lasting relationship.”

“Oh shush.”

For two hours, they filmed bits and pieces for the next episode. During those 10 minutes the boys got for a break, I only saw Daniel once out of those five breaks. He hugged me and we talked for a few minutes before several stylists whisked him away. I even saw the other MMO boys more than him.

“Don’t worry,” Jaehan told me during their last break. “We’re done in half an hour. We get to go where we want to for tonight, but we have to return to our dorms by tomorrow morning.You and Daniel can go out on a date then.”

“Thanks Jaehan,” I said, smiling a bit. 

Although I wasn’t able to see Daniel much, I’m happy with the comfort from my cousin and the other boys.

Finally, filming was over. The boys dispersed, leaving me searching for Daniel. I spotted Taewoong and said hi. I accidentally run into somebody, and out of all people, it’s Ong Seongwoo. I quickly apologize, and he tells me its fine. 

“Are you looking for Daniel?” He asked me.

“I froze and for a moment, just stood there. Then, I nodded. Seongwoo points towards the back of the building, where the waiting rooms were. I quickly hurry over there and check in each waiting room. When I pop my head into one, I spot his head of newly dyed hair. He looks up at me and gets out of his chair. 

I take a step and he’s already scooping me up into his arms. 

“Let’s go,” he whispers, leaving a kiss on my cheek.

“Where do you want to go?“ I ask him, burying my face into his chest. 

“Let’s go to your place… I miss cuddling with you.”

And so, the night led to cuddling on the couch, watching reruns of Hello Baby, Running Man, and Hello Counselor. Later on, Daniel had set his alarm for early in the morning so he could get back to his dorm. During an episode of Weekly Idol, he fallen asleep, and I let his head lay on my chest as I played with his hair. Before I let my eyes close, I turned the TV off, kissed his head, and whispered, “I love you, Kang Daniel.”

I let my head rest against the couch and just before I fall asleep, I heard him speak softly while taking one of my hands.

“I love you too, Y/N”

A/N: @sparklingpurifying GAHHHHH I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! T^T But I hope you enjoyed it because I have slowly fallen for him :) This is a special PD101 request (even though I am an SF9 acc.). I may be writing one for another PD101 member for my best friend :)

@bolkonskayamary: Hi! Could you do #28 for the fitzsimmons prompt thing? Thank you!! 

Oh dear. This is so late. However, now I’m done with finals and I’m back on the prompt game! So, here it is. Hope you enjoy!  

#28: “Stop apologizing,”

It wasn’t the first time he said it. The first time he said it he said it through a sob, her cheek resting on his shoulder blade, his tears gradually soaking her knee.

It wasn’t the second time he said it. The second time he mumbled it out in one breath, his eyes red from tears, his persistence in avoiding all eye contact pricking her heart.

It wasn’t the third time he said it. Jemma asked him about the experiments in the Framework, and through his first brief explanation he uttered out the word like it was a part of his day to day vocabulary.

It wasn’t the fourth time, when Jemma was battered and bruised, Fitz coming to check on her, knowing there was nothing he could do.

It wasn’t the fifth, on their way home. Or the sixth, as they dragged their sore and healing bodies to their room. Or even the seventh, when they curled up in bed, Jemma curling into his side without any expected resistance from his side – him breathing it out as he kissed her hairline.

No, it was the eighth time. This time he said it with a firmness in his voice, his hand holding his packed duffle bag, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry, Jemma, but…” he managed out.

It was this time that Jemma could no longer stand to hear that word used – as if it was his fault, his doing, his intention.

It was this time that she said something in return.  “Stop apologizing.” Jemma wrapped her arms around her ribcage, parking herself right in front of the door.

He shook his head, his neck craning over, as if in shame. “I can’t.” He said in such a hushed tone. “I… I don’t expect you to say you forgive me, or say it’s okay, but I have to –”

“You’re right, Fitz. I’m not going to tell you I forgive you.”

Fitz looked up, his teary eyes meeting hers. He looked thrown off, clearly not expecting this kind of reaction. “Good.” He rasped out.

Jemma let out a scoff then, taking a step closer to him. “I’m not going to tell you I forgive you for something you never did, Fitz. You are not that man, you are not the cause of what happened – and I refuse to give into your self-hatred and tell you I forgive something you were never to blame for.”

Fitz searched her rich, auburn eyes, his soft blue pouring out in his irises. His eyes felt more violent and tortured than she had seen them in a long time, and the emotions emitting from them were crippling. At last he broke their gaze to look down at the bag in his hand, and he let out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

He started for the door, but Jemma wouldn’t allow it. She caught his hand and held on tight, pulling him back to her. “You’re just going to leave, then? Just like that?”

“You … You deserve better, Jemma.”

Jemma’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare tell me what I do and don’t deserve, Leopold.”

Fitz might’ve rolled his eyes, if the circumstances were different. Instead, his eyes filled with pity. “Jemma, please,”

“No, Fitz,” she let loose of his hand so she could turn herself to him completely, gripping it again before he thought he could try to leave. “I make my own choices; I make my own decisions. You always told me what you thought was best for me in the end, but I never listened. Why? Because I chose for myself – I always have. But guess what, that changed when we committed to each other. We’re a team if you like it not, Fitz, and not lab partners and teammates of SHIELD, but in life. We promised each other that. So no, you don’t get to make my choices for me, we make them together, as a team. And I for one do not agree with this absurd notion that you have to separate yourself from me because I deserve better.” She let out a whimpered chuckle, her voice choking on sobs. “Fitz, there is no man better than you than … you.”

Fitz watched their hands, linked together, just like the two of them have been for a decade. Tears stung his eyes again, knowing he ruined that, and it wasn’t anything he could have done about it. He demolished a decade of friendship and love in a blink of an eye.

“Jemma … I’m sorry, but –”

“I swear Fitz, if you apologize to me one more time.”

“What else do you want me to say?”

Anything! Lord, Fitz, anything but sorry. An explanation, a joke, a memory, an ‘I love you’, a bloody ‘I’m hungry’, anything but that. Because no matter how hard you try for this to all be your fault, it’s not Fitz…” a cry escaped her throat, her letting their hands fall limp to their sides, free from each other’s grasp. “I am.”

“W-what?” Fitz took a stumble back; his whole being stunned by her ridiculous confession. “Jemma, how could you even think that-?”

“Because, Fitz, it is. I dragged us out in the field. I pushed you to think beyond your limits. I encouraged you to bond with Radcliffe. I was the very reason you felt the need to build AIDA. I was the one absent when you needed me most, forcing the team to resort to desperate measures like the Dark Hold. Don’t you see? We could have been perfectly content for the rest of our lives, side by side, in a safe lab where we could help people together, through what we know and love. But what did I do? After years of spending all our time together, finding something so much more than just friendship, I ripped us apart – and for what? Adventure? Fitz, I should be the one apologizing, not you.”

“Jemma, you … this … none of this was ever your fault.”

“Sound familiar?” Jemma gave him a roll of the eyes, despite the tears flooding them. “You talk of you not deserving me – but how I see it, it’s the other way around.”

Fitz looked down at his hand again, the handle held on with a tight grip of his fingers. Fitz then dropped it to the floor and sat himself at the end of the bed, his face buried in his palms.

Jemma gently sat herself beside him, saying nothing. They sat there together, in silence, before Fitz decided to speak.

“I don’t…” he mumbled into his hands. He balled them into fists, looking at Jemma to say, “I don’t know how to fix this … Us.”

She shook her head, giving a small shrug. “I don’t either… but … in the past, if there was a problem we couldn’t fix on our own, when we came together we could fix anything. Whether it was damaged or shattered into pieces, we could always work it out.”

Fitz gazed into her eyes, his stare speaking more words than anything they had said thus far. “Together.”

“That’s all I ask, Fitz. Let me in – let me help you. Please.”

Without saying anything else, Fitz pulled Jemma into his embrace. It threw off Jemma, knowing most hugs were usually initiated by her – especially recently. But she never in a million years would resist. Instead she squeezed him tight, holding onto him like he was all she had left.

He didn’t pull away, he didn’t stand up and pick up his bag and leave, he didn’t argue or tell her all of this was never her doing. He knew it was pointless, and Jemma knew that somewhere in Fitz, he knew it was right. She couldn’t help but think of where their life would be now, if she hadn’t coaxed Fitz into the field.

Perhaps they’d be married, baby number two on the way.

Or, perhaps, Fitz would have never had the courage to tell her how he felt. Perhaps he would have never realized his feelings, until it was too late.

Perhaps they would have never been together at all, a thought that made Jemma shutter.

Fitz let out a heavy breath, Jemma feeling the heat of it brushing past her back. His hold on her tightened and he whispered to her, “I love you.”

Everything in Jemma felt relaxed at those three words. Her stress released from her being, and with a content smile she nuzzled her face in his shoulder, whispering back: “I love you, too.”

It wasn’t the first time they said it, and it certainly wasn’t the last.

And from then on, Jemma stopped counting the “sorry’s”, and started counting the “I love you’s” instead.

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anonymous asked:

omg please do the "please sign this petition to make our selfish dick of a landlord lower the rent and refurbish the lobby! what do you mean you ARE the landlord? fuck." AU omg it would be so cute


Every part of Nico wanted nothing more than to shove the notice of the raised rent so far up the landlord’s ass, he would taste just how full of shit the notice was.

“I’m honestly five seconds away from bursting into the one Rent song,” Hazel muttered beside him. Nico gave her a confused look. “You know there’s this whole number where they sing about how they won’t pay their rent.”

“Or,” Jason intervened, “we could make a petition. I’m pretty sure we’re not the only ones upset with the raise in the rent. Plus, I heard some people complaining about how bad the lobby looks for guests that come to visit. We could add that.”

Nico scoffed. “Jesus. Not only does the douchebag raise the rent, he doesn’t even have the initiative to make the place look nice.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “This is ridiculous. How many signatures do we need for that petition?”

Jason pulled out his laptop and searched. “It says we can choose. I say we get at least half of the apartment leasers. What’s that, about 300 signatures?”

“We could each take a hundred,” Hazel nodded. “We give it to the landlord and if he needs more, we get more.”

That weekend, Nico, his sister, and Jason worked together on how to speak to those in the apartments and how to get their position across. Nico didn’t think it’d be difficult getting people to sign. The rates of the apartments were starting to get so high, he wasn’t sure he’d have enough left over for bills and food. Being an adult sucked. And it sucked even more when other adults wanted to be dicks and increase the rent every three months.

When Monday came and Nico got off his shift, Hazel and Jason joined him and each took on a different floor to ask for signatures. Nico took the first, Hazel took the second, and Jason took the third. That should have gotten them most of the signatures, if things went well.

And they did. Several apartment owners didn’t even need to hear past, “Hello, sir/ma’am, I and a few other residents are collecting signatures to lower the rent-.”

Nico was feeling good. He’d gotten three sheets filled which was nearly sixty signatures. As he knocked on the next door, he could already imagine barging into the landlord’s office and shoving the petition in his face.

The door opened and Nico had to remind himself to close his mouth. The man standing against the doorframe looked like a supermodel.

He had honey golden hair and bright blue eyes, freckles splattered across his nose and cheeks like art, almost blending into the tan colored skin. He looked young and so absolutely perfect Nico had forgotten his reason for knocking on his door.

“Yes?” the man prodded.

Nico blinked and pulled himself out of his reverie. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “I’m a little tired.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway. Sorry to bother you, but my friends and I are starting a petition to get the rent lowered.”

The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Really? How come?”

Nico blinked in confusion. Did he really need an explanation? “Well… because it’s ridiculously high right now. It’s not sensible to ask for so much in rent when the damn lobby isn’t even in good conditions. We’re paying all this money to live in a shithole, and it’s time we did something about it.”

The guy smiled and leaned further against the doorframe. “Well, maybe they’ll fix the lobby. What’s the landlord say?”

“Nothing,” he answered. “The asshole is unreachable and I highly doubt he’ll fix anything because he’s a selfish dick that thrives off the payments of residents such as yourself more than likely to pay for his mansion and Jacuzzi or something.”

The man tilted head and frowned. “But… you just said he’s unreachable, how would you know that?”

“I don’t for sure, I mean it’s an assumption….” Nico was starting to feel uncomfortable. Why was it so hard to get this guy on board?

“Right, assumptions,” he mused. “Well, have you tried to contact the landlord?”

“Uh, no,” Nico admitted. “But I mean I already have sixty almost seventy signatures, and my other friends probably do too. It can’t hurt to lower the rent.”

The man puckered his lips, a gesture that distracted Nico momentarily until he said, “Huh. Well… try contacting the landlord about this and then get back to me with what he says. Then I’ll think about signing your petition.”

The beautiful blond smiled and shut the door, leaving Nico dumbfounded and offended. His signature wasn’t exactly necessary….But Nico was a prideful man, and the fact that this asshole neighbor didn’t want to sign only made Nico determined to get his signature.

He walked briskly down the hall and pushed the button to the elevator. He went down to the lobby and straight to the customer service desk. “Excuse me, can you tell me how I can contact the landlord?” he asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Uh sure. One second.” She stood and went into an office. A few minutes later, she came back and gave Nico a paper with 1311A scribbled on it. “He’s not in the office right now, but I called and he said he didn’t mind if you paid a visit.”

“A visit?” he repeated.

She nodded. “His apartment.”

Nico raised his eyebrows in surprise. Who knew the guy lived so close. “Okay, thanks.” It was much easier than Nico had expected to get the information. He went back into the elevator and started down the hall, checking each apartment number until he reached a door with 1311A.

He knocked on the door and bit his lip. When it opened, he felt the earth sway beneath him. “Oh hey, you’re back,” the blond from before said with a smile.

“Holy fuck,” Nico muttered. One of the blond’s eyebrows perked up and his jaw clenched. All friendliness gone. “Y-you’re the…. You’re the landlord?”

“You mean the asshole selfish dick you were talking about earlier? Yep. Pleasure to meet you.” Nico gulped and felt his cheeks burning. As the enticing blue eyes looked him over, his face softened a bit. “Come inside, let’s have a talk.”

Numbly, Nico followed him into the apartment. It was just like his, maybe smaller since Nico shared his with Hazel. This one seemed to be a one room apartment. But it had the same tan, stained carpet, the same linoleum tiled floor in the kitchen, the same chipped wood at the counters, and even a missing drawer knob, the same burners on the stove, the same spider-web-thin cracks in the corners.

“My name’s Will.”

“Nico,” Nico answered softly, taking in the apartment. Will walked to his fridge and pulled out two cokes. He handed one to Nico and led him to the dining room to sit. “Uh…. I’m really embarrassed, if that… at all makes up for some of what I said.”

Will rolled his eyes and opened the soda can. “Honestly. I’ve heard everyone complain about things, but none of them have ever tried to reach out to me.” He shook his head and began chugging the soda. Nico’s eyes were drawn to his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down with each gulp. Then he quickly looked back at his eyes as he spoke. “I’m a grad student. I’m studying to be more than this. I inherited this shit job when I was twenty-two, because my dad couldn’t handle it anymore. Okay, I know the lobby is not nice to look at. I know the apartments all have major issues. I’m trying to work on them. I can’t do that on my crappy budget. I have loans I’m paying, I have tests to study for because graduate studies are not easy, okay? So yeah, I raise the rent to try and save enough to fix this place for everyone. Once that happens, the rent will go back down. I’m living here too, I’m paying expenses, I’m struggling too.”

Will’s face had turned a rosy color with his rage and Nico took a deep breath. “I mean… you have to understand, you don’t exactly reach out to anyone either. Everyone assumes you’re some old guy in a mansion three cities away bathing in money.”

Will scoffed. “I wish.” He glanced at Nico and smacked his lips. “Do you think they’d take me seriously if they knew who I was? I’m just a kid to most of them. Almost all the renters are at least five years older than me.” He shook his head again and sighed. “This is so stressful. I can’t have a normal life because I’m so worried about not ruining everyone else’s while also trying to make them better. And what do I get out of it? People knocking at my door unknowingly telling me I’m a dick.”

Nico slumped in his seat. “I’m sorry about that. I really am. I didn’t know.”

Will sighed and looked away. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine. I’ll try to lower it some, but I really need to get enough to fix everything people have left complaints about.” He rubbed his eyes and sighed. Nico bit his lip and chuckled softly. “What?” Will asked.

Nico figured he’d already embarrassed himself as much as he could, so he may as well top it off. “I’m just thinking… I probably blew my chances at asking you out to dinner, huh.”

Will pulled his hand away and his wide blue eyes widened as they looked at a very flustered Nico. Nico grinned sheepishly and to his surprise, Will’s cheeks turned red as smiled and bit his lip. Then he said, “You know, you should really stop making assumptions.”

Prompt list two

Just more prompts to help with requests. You can send in a bit of a story line with your request our just your character choice and prompts! Thank you lovelies! 


31: “You reach of bad decisions.” 

32: “Why the bloody hell are you here?”

33: “Id rather jump off a cliff, but thanks anyways.”

34: “I’ve gone my whole life without knowing you. Why start now?”

35: “No.”

36: “Sometime I dream of dismembering you. Is that normal?”

37: “They’re having a panic attack and this isn’t helping!”

38: “Just get out!”

39: “I hate myself for loving you.”

40: “Sometimes I think I can do drugs but then I think probably shouldn’t.”

41: “You are everything that I have ever wanted and that scares me.”

42: “You scare me.”

43: “Do you enjoy making children cry.”

44: “Having feelings is ruining my reputation.”

45: “Put your hands on  me again and you will lose them.”

46: “I said no you freak!”

47: “I’m never enough.”

48: “You are nothing to me.”

49: “If it was between you and a blood thirsty bear, I chose the bear.”

50: “How are you always here!”

51: “Stalking me?” 

52: “Oh my god! You like them!”

53: “Shut it!”

54: “Yes when I’m around them I feel all happy and nervous but no I don’t like them.”

55: “I like your face.”

56: “Why are you so bloody perfect? It’s annoying.”

57: “No but I’d like it if you cried.”

58: “ops my hand slipped.”

59: “You are my least favorite thing in this world.”

60: “I’m just going to hide in my room for the rest of eternity.”

anonymous asked:

Ok so you should reallyyy do 25 with Michael. Please😬😬😬😬

You can feel Michael’s stare on you as you stand at the bar, knowing he’s silently seething twenty feet away.  It’s a feeling you’ve accepted comes with a night out with your friends.  Michael and you have been at odds since you met, and your annoyance with each other only increases when alcohol is involved.  But given the two of you share many of the same friends, you’ve spent more time together than most enemies.  Your friends have grown used to your bickering and given up on trying to make the two of you behave, save the rare special occasion.  Tonight’s been exceptionally nasty between the two of you.  You’ve been hurling insults at each other all night, and your friends were actually starting to get angry with you.  You couldn’t help it, he brought out the worst in you.

“Well congratulations,” you hear his voice behind you. “They’ve left us here now.  You’ve really outdone yourself.”

You groan and pinch the bridge of your nose, wanting more than anything to hurl your drink at him.  But you paid for it yourself, so you find it in you to leave it on the counter as you turn to face him.

“Are they actually gone? Why the hell would they do that?” Your last exchange had been pretty venomous, but you didn’t think your friends would bail on you.

“They were sick of hearing your insults.  Said we’d have to find our own way home.  They’ve gone to another club.”

My insults? Really? They left you too didn’t they?” you roll your eyes and turn back to the bar, throwing back as much of the drink as you can before brushing past him and heading for the door. “I’m calling an Uber.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write one where the reader is doing drugs and Eric fights to get them away from her but it ends in sweet smut? I need this rn I'm struggling tbh

Eric paused as he pulled into your driveway, music blasting from your homes open windows.

“That’s different…” he muttered, getting out of his car and walking to your front door. You’d called him earlier and invited him round seeing as your parents were away till the following day. Something in the way you sounded over the phone set him on edge. You sounded like you just, just different in a way he couldn’t put his finger on.
After knocking for several minutes he gave up and walked inside, he watched as the glass in pictures on your walls vibrated. He found you head banging and dancing around like a lunatic in your living room.

“Y/N!” He tried to yell but was drowned out by rammstien. He reached over and turned the music down making your shriek in surprise.

“Eric!!! You scared the shit out of me! Come dance!!”

Eric stared hard at you. Your hair was plastered to your forehead with sweat, your eyes dilated and a stupid unnatural grin spread across your face.

“Are you fucking on something again y/n?” He asked carefully. Eric knew you liked to escape reality but never had known you to take anything other than mushies or smoke a joint. You scoffed at him rolling your eyes.

“Just a lil bit of E Eric no big deal”
“I look awesome don’t I”
“The exact fucking opposite actually, how much have you had?!”
“Yea enough for maybe 3 people y/n!”

He grabbed your arms, shocked at how hot your skin felt, you smiled stupidly at him bouncing on the spot.

“I saved you some though”
“I don’t fucking want any y/n”
“All the more got me then!!”
“Oh no! No fucking way y/n! Where is it?”
“Your lines are waiting on the table Eric”

You happily pointed over to your family dinner table, there were 3 neat lines waiting. Eric stomped over and scattered the powder with his hands and glared at you.

“So fucking what y/n, we gotta cool you the fuck down, your like a furnace!”
“Hot like my bodaaay”
“Jesus fucking Christ move it y/n I’m not playing!”
“Party pooper!”

You stuck your tongue out at Eric and darted out of his grip, singing stupidly “catch me if you can!”. Eric growled in frustration as he chased you about your house, finally cornering you and gripping your arm tightly. His eyes stared daggers at you as you laughed.

“Oooo ya caught me! Now what are you gonna go with me big boy?”
“Put you in a fucking cold shower that’s what, MOVE IT NOW!”
“You gonna join me?!”
“Don’t fucking test my patience right now y/n.”

He threw you into your shower and quickly dowsed you in luke warm water. You giggled yelling that it was raining. Eric groaned loudly as he struggled to keep you in the waters stream. After about 20 minutes he forcefully pulled you out and shook your shoulders.

“Why y/n?! How could you be so fucking stupid?! It’s bad enough with the shrooms and weed but this?! What’s the fucking matter with you!”

Eric yelled at you, his body shaking with anger. You shrugged and smiled at him again.

“Coz it’s fun, coz it makes me feel so fucking good when nothing else does”

Eric paused, a glimpse of your real self surfaced in your face. All the pain and sorrow you hid deep down inside of you.
His voice caught in his throat as you continued, your whole demeanour changed.

“It all y/n do this y/n do that but not how you want! Be a good little girl, do as your told. Don’t make issues. Your grades are not good enough, that music is poisoning you, you need to look more ladylike, your friends are bad influences, drugs and drink are the path of the weak. So I guess I’m the weakest mother fucker in existence since I can’t feel shit without then. Oh look there goes y/n stupid druggie freak whore! Hey give her a joint and she’ll suck your cock!! Yea I fucking hear everything that people say about me and you know what Eric?! Their fucking right! Not the blowing dudes for drugs but the rest of it! All I want is to feel happy! Feel loved! Feel fucking whole again!! What’s wrong with that huh? You fucking tell me Eric?!”

Eric stared in awe at you, before he could answer you shrugged his hold off you and pushed past him.

“Y/n wait! your fucking soaking wet! You’ll slip”
“Good! Maybe I’ll fucking break my neck and be at peace!”
“Will you fucking stop and fucking come back here!”

You smiled and shook your head, quickly locking yourself in your room. Eric kicked and shook your door, screaming at you to open it. You giggled and found a joint you’d been saving for later but fuck it. As you lit it and took s deep puff Eric finally kicked your door open.

“Jesus Eric way to break my house!”
“Are you fucking serious right now! Put that out!”

Eric ripped the joint from your hand and tossed it out of your window.

“Hey that was good shut asshole!!”
“You don’t need that shit”
“How the fuck would you know what I need?!”
“You need this y/n!”

He grabbed your face s kissed you softly. You froze as the feeling of his lips on yours. He pulled back from you and watched your face. You swallowed hard.

“Why’d you do that?”
“Coz you need to see how much you mean to people, how much you fucking mean to me!”
“Your lying…”
“I’m not! Coz if I was I couldn’t do this”

He kissed you again. So gently. The sensation of it shooting through your brain as pure happiness. You moaned quietly as his tongue brushed against your lips, asking for access. Parting your own he gently massaged your tongue with his. Your brain trying to process that you were making out with one of your best friends and that you both shouldn’t be doing this, but your animal side screamed through. Begging for you to get lost in the feelings.

Eric pulled you closer to him as your kiss intensified, low moans escaping his throat.

“Let me love you y/n, let me prove that your everything good in this world. That I can make you feel more complete and whole than any fucking drug.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Eric slowly began to remove you wet clothes, kissing your skin wherever goosebumps popped up. He brushed your hair out of your eyes and smiled at you. A genuine smile that radiated love.

He kissed you again, manoeuvring you over to your bed pushing you down into it and falling with you.

“Eric wait”
“We shouldn’t, I don’t want to ruin our friendship”
“Me loving you won’t do shit y/n, I have for so long and now I’m just finally showing you”

He trailed kisses down your stomach, pausing at your panty line. He looked up at you, life and love burning in his eyes. His fingers slowly peeled them from your skin.

“Oh my god y/n, your so fucking beautiful, everything about you is perfect”

He ran his tongue over your folds, making you gasp and writhe around. He gently grabbed your hips holding them still as he licked and probed at you sex with his tongue. Sending bursts of light in your eyes from the sensations. Your fingers curled, gripping at your sheets. The feeling was so much more intense than usual thanks to the E. you whimpered and squirmed as he brought you closer and closer to climax.

“Oh shit, fuck!” You gasped as he drove his tongue deep into you, tipping you over the edge into orgasmic bliss. He chuckled as you lay there panting in your aftermath. He quickly shed his own clothes. His cock standing to attention. He stroked himself a few times before he pushed quickly inside of you.

You gasped as he buried himself fully inside of you. Still not moving his kissed you deeply.

“This is me y/n, this is us being one, your everything and more to me.”

He thrusted gently as he told you this, kissing and nipping at your neck. This wasn’t the Eric you’d heard about regarding sex. Eric was know to fuck girls as roughly as he could. Leaving bites and marks all over them. But here he was, not fucking you as you’d expected but making love to you.
You hooked your arms around his neck as his thrust harder but still slowly into you. He groaned and moaned against your skin. You knew he was holding back on what was so primal for him.

“Eric!…fuck!” You gasped
“Yea baby, that dick good? Bet it feels better than any fucking drug huh?”
“Yes! Oh god yes Eric!”
“You want that big dick to fuck you y/n”
“Ugh! Harder! Harder!”
“You want it hard baby?”

He chuckled as he raised off you and began slamming his hip to yours. Your hands released his neck as you writhed under him.

“Who’s making you feel so fucking good y/n?”
“You! You are Eric!”
“Say it again!”
“You make me feel so good Eric!”
“Ugh! Fuck y/n!”
“Fuck me! Fuck me eric!”
“Mmmm gladly baby”

He kept slamming his hips to yours muttering at how good you felt around his dick. How tight and wet you were and all for him. He kissed you biting at your lips as he did. You felt yourself building again, slowly threatening to explode.

“Oh fuck Eric! Your gonna make me cum again”
“Mm that’s right y/n, I’m Gonna make you cum over and over again. I want to be your drugs now, I want you addicted to my dick!”
“Eric give it to me! Fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!”

You screamed as he grasped your hips and drove himself into you over and over. He mumbled over his groans for you to cum for him, let him make you feel alive. Your orgasm floored you as Eric cried out loudly as you clenched on him. His quickened his pace moaning that you felt so fucking good, how he always wanted to make you feel this good. How he was your and your were his. As his pace faltered you felt him cum deep inside of you. His cock pulsing as he groaned out your name. He looked down at you and blushed, still inside.

He lent down and kissed you softly.
“See? You mean the universe to me y/n”
“And your definitely better than any drug eric”
“I hoped you’d say that baby”