i know it really doesn't even look like him but close enough okay

anonymous asked:

Okay so... you said to bring more Langst prompts so... This kinda has Klance in it so plz don't hate, you don't have to put that in if you don't want to. So, Lance stays up late, he has been for quite a while. Lance cries about his insecurities so he doesn't get much sleep, sometimes none at all. It's been affecting his health and he starts having hallucinations of his family. He's usually late for training and eating. Keith gets angry and goes to scold Lance, only to find him screaming names.

I relate to this more than I should tbh

Lance washed off his facemask, not even surprised that it did nothing against the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. He was tired. He had been for the past week? Maybe month now. He lost track. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and started to get ready, only half assing his morning routine. He didn’t even register the comb through his hair, or putting his green jacket on. His mind was occupied. 

Why do I keep thinking about them? It was bad enough when I couldn’t see them anymore but now I see them everywhere. Lance attempted to push his family out of his mind. He loved them to death but he knew he needed to focus and not worry the team. 


Lance pushed the goo around his plate as he watch Allura speak, barely listening. Man am I tired. 

“Lance!” Allura slightly slammed her hand down on the table, causing the boy to jump and everyone to stare at him. “You need to focus. We have to make sure training goes perfectly today since we will be losing time creating alliances the rest of the week.” 

“Of course princess. Sorry I’m just really tired today.” Lance stifled a yawn. 

Allura stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing. “Training deck in 15.” She glided out of the room. 


Lance sprinted into the training deck, he knew he was late. 

“Lance, you’re late!” Coran said like it was the happiest thing in the world. Did anything bother him? 

“Sorry, I was….distracted.” Lance gave the team a wide grin and a forced laugh. When he saw that no one questioned him he exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Lance couldn’t tell the team the real reason he was late. He actually thought he saw his sister, ON THE CASTLE!! He saw her but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up to her. 

Allura enter the training deck. “Good we’re all here. Let’s begin. 


 They were split into groups. Pidge with Hunk, Shiro with Allura, and of course Keith with Lance. 

Lance seemed to be the only one struggling with hand to hand combat. He wanted to say it was because he never used he hands, however Hunk was doing just fine and he had a bigger gun than Lance. 

Lance tried to give Keith a run for his money but he was tired. His head was pounding and he kept getting lightheaded. His vision would sometimes get blurry and he could barely stand at moments. 

Needless to say, Lance was a very easy opponent for Keith. Keith would put him down in about 10 ticks every time. Lance could barely keep up, let alone keep standing up. 

Lance could feel the annoyance radiating off Keith, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to go to bed. 

After what felt like years Allura said that they were done. Lance listen to Shiro tell him what he needed to work on and he dragged himself back to his room. 

Lance barely got his armor off before he fell on his bed and passed out. 


Keith stomped towards Lance’s room, he was already pissed from training today. Lance didn’t even try to fight him, he was like a rag doll. Now Lance missed dinner? What was up with him recently. 

Keith stopped in front of Lance’s door, inhaled and knocked. 

No response. Come on Lance, I’m not in the mood for games.

Keith knocked louder. Still nothing. 

Keith was about to walk away, just because he was mad he still respected people’s privacy.

 Keith started to turn from the door when he heard something. Was that a whimper? Keith put his ear up to the door and listened. Yeah, those are definitely whimpers…..I’m sorry Lance. Keith opened the door. 

Keith stood outside the door and stared into the room. He saw Lance on his bed, thrashing around and whimpering. 

Keith stared wide eyed for a moment, then he walked towards Lance, making sure the door closed behind him. He stood a few inches away from Lance, his hands almost touching him. 

Lance looked horrible. He was shaking, and sweating. He was whimpering and saying names? Keith didn’t recognize any of the names. However he did recognize “Mama”. 

It didn’t take Keith long to figure out that Lance was talking about his family. He couldn’t watch it anymore, Keith reluctantly reached forwards and shook Lance. “Lance!”

 Lance flung his eyes opened and bolted forward nearly smacking into Keith in the process. 

Lance looked at keith and scurried to the opposite side of the bed and hugged his legs. “He-hey Keith. Time for dinner?”

Keith nodded and continued to stare at Lance. “Lance is everything alright?” Keith wanted to hug him, strange right, but he decided to stay where he was. 

“Yeah, of course! Just a dream.” Lance tried to laugh ot off but his voice was raw. 

“Lance, that wasn’t a dream. You can talk to me.” Keith sat on the edge of the bed hoping to calm Lance down.

Lance continued to stare at Keith, his breaths were coming fast and his shirt was soaked in sweat. Keith wouldn’t judge him…right? “I miss my family.” Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. 

“Well that’s okay we all miss someone from Earth.” Lance responded by shaking his head.

“No like this is different from usual. I’m seeing them, I saw my sister in the castle. Keith I’m losing it aren’t I?” Keith stared at Lance even more. 

He was hallucinating, okay.  “Lance I think you’re just tired.” Keith was trying to find and answer for Lance.   

“I can’t. I only slept because of how tired I was. Everytime I sleep I see my family. They’re disappointed in them, I left Earth and didn’t tell them. I never want to make my mama cry but every time I dream, she cries.” Lance’s breathing started to pick up. “And when I don’t sleep my brain is occupied with everything I do wrong. I’m a failed pilot. I’m a failed teammate. I’m a failed friend. I can’t do anything right.” Lance fought back tears as his voice wavered. 

Keith wasn’t sure what part got him but he crawled across the bed and hugged Lance as tight as he could. He slowly felt his shoulder become wet and shaky arms wrap around him. 

“Lance your parents are not disappointed in you. You’re not a failure. You just need to cope and get help. There is no shame in it. You can talk to me whenever you need.”

Lance tried not to shake but he started to tremble all over as he sobbed on Keith’s shoulder. “Thank you Keith.” 


Roughly 2 months had passed and Lance started to sleep better. He brain stopped voicing his insecurities and he saw less of his family. He trained better, and he pilots Blue better than ever. He did it because of one thing. Every night he would sleep next to a certain Red paladin and every time Lance had an issue, he was right there to help. 

I am terrible sorry this took so long. 

I love this idea! Also never apologize for Klance, it’s my life.

I hope you like it!!!

Thank you!

Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @florallylester made a moodboard for this and I’m crying

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Two More Hours

This is just a sort of one shot thing I’ve been coming up with lately based on the Loverboy AU by @kawaiilo-ren

I hope it’s okay and I didn’t screw this up too much! Sorry if it isn’t very good! I’ve never really written anything for someone else’s AU before! >.<


Two more hours.

Two more hours, and I could go home.

Well, perhaps not home, exactly, but home enough. A safe place, with Beka and JJ.

Two more hours.

But my boys were probably just getting home from school. I wanted to be there, welcoming them as they walked in the front door, to tackle them, and tell them how much I’d missed them, and…

“Yo, blondie! Where’s my coffee?” The man next to me shouted.

I turned on him, gritting my teeth. “Don’t call me blondie!” I shouted at him. “I have a name!” I pointed to the name tag attached to my shirt right over my heart. Engraved in small block letters were four letters: Y, U, R, and I. I had always thought Yuri was an easy enough name to pronounce. Maybe I had always been wrong.

“Yuri, don’t yell at the customers.” Mila chided as she passed by me, a large platter of food balanced precariously on the fingertips of one hand.

I put on the best smile I could as I retrieved the coffee pot, and poured my customer a mug. “And what would you like to eat?”

He ordered a BLT, and I put his order in with Georgi in the kitchen. I hid in the corner to check my phone, as I technically wasn’t supposed to have my phone on me during my shift. My heart sank when there were no new messages from either Otabek or JJ. Beka, especially, usually texted me at the end of their school day, telling me how excited he was to see me, whether I was working or not.

I sighed, sliding my phone back into the waistband of my pants before serving another table I’d taken orders for. I was hoping for a better tip from them than the man I’d snapped at. I didn’t expect him to be overly generous with his tip, if he tipped at all.

As I went to bus a newly empty table, the bell on the front door jingled. Two men entered, both sporting the same black undercuts. They both talked to and laughed with Mila before she seated them. She stumbled toward me, caught up in a fit of giggles.

“Yuri, your undercuts are waiting for you in your section.” She sang as she passed.

I resisted the urge to shove her as I tightened my ponytail and pulled my notepad from the pouch in my short apron.

“Welcome.” I said, forcing myself to follow the diner’s script. “Can I get you anything to start?”

JJ put his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his fist. “Oh, Yuri. How cute you are when you’re at work. How much do I have to tip you now for you to wear cat ears and a tail while you serve us?”

Otabek held his thumb up as he looked from his iPod to me, a set of large black stereo headphones over one ear.

My whole face burned, and I felt the need to look to my feet. “I’m not doing that.” I told them bluntly.

JJ stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “Come on. Please? For us?”

I shook my head vigorously. “I don’t need Mila making fun of me any more than she does already.”

“If you just ignore her, then it doesn’t matter.” He smirked.

“Beka, can you make Jean-Jacques shut his pie hole?” I hissed.

Otabek kicked JJ under the table, looking back to his iPod. “JJ, shut the hell up. I’m trying to set up a playlist for later.”

“Add Party Rock for me.” He winked, putting up his signature double J’s. I could practically hear him saying ‘It’s JJ Style!’ about his absolutely shit music choice.

Otabek turned to me with a look that was a cross of down right misery and absolute disgust. “I think I’ll have a piece of pie. Apple sounds good, Yura.” He said.

I jotted it down. “Coming right up. And you, JJ?”

“I’ll have what Otabek’s having. And I’m sure that that will be you later as well.” JJ grinned.

My face burned again. Why did he have to do that when I was at work? He knew there was a time and place for it, right? “Anything to drink?”

JJ grinned larger before Beka kicked his shin again. “We’ll both have coffee.” Otabek told me before the other man could say anything else.

I scrawled out the rest of their order before rushing off to get it filled. I was much more diligent with getting their coffee than I had been with the other man, who grumbled a thanks when I brought him his sandwich.

Mila giggled behind me as I served Otabek and JJ their pie. She escaped to the kitchen before I could say anything to her, though.

I stalked to the kitchen after her, and she was standing just inside the door waiting for me. Had she been expecting me to follow her?

“Why were you laughing, hag?” I hissed.

“Your roommates are cute.” She replied.


“So, are they single? Especially Otabek. I would like to go out with him on a date, get to know him better. I’ve wanted to ask him out for a while.” Mila giggled again. It was getting annoying.

“They’re both taken.” I hissed.

She frowned. “Really? You’re sure?”

“A boyfriend.” I replied.

“A boyfriend?” Georgi questioned. “As in they share one?”

“It’s called polyamory, Georgi. It’s a thing in the world.” I grinned. “They’re mine.” I turned, my ponytail whipping out behind me, and went back to the floor.

I checked in on my undercuts. They had pushed JJ’s pie slice aside, and were taking turns feeding each other forkfuls of flaky pastry and apple filling.

“Hey, pretty kitty.” JJ winked as his lips wrapped around the end of Otabek’s fork.

“You know only Beka calls me that, asshole.” I meant it as a term of endearment, and he knew it. I called him an asshole all the time. I wanted, more than anything, to sit with them and join in the pie eating.

Somehow they drew on the eating of two pie slices to the end of my shift, taunting me more and more each time I passed until they were in the same side of their booth. They exchanged soft, teasing kisses as I passed, tormenting me even more, and it was unnatural to see them both act so soft.

“And he’s free.” JJ said as I stood in front of their booth when my shift was over, my apron hung in the back room.

“Took long enough, kitten.” Otabek murmured, and it took a great deal of self restraint to not start making out with him.

“Can we just go home now?” I asked, begged, although it came out as more of a whine. It was probably showing that I was even just a bit younger than them, but I didn’t care. I was going to lose all self control if they weren’t careful.

“Of course, mon petit chat.” JJ briefly dropped into French as he slid out of the booth with Otabek following close after.

I led the way to the parking lot and JJ’s car. Part of me was saddened that Beka hadn’t brought his motorcycle, but I knew that all three of us wouldn’t have fit.

We all settled into the car for the short ride home. There was tension in the atmosphere. Not negative, angry tension. A more romantic tension. Sexual tension. I knew that all three of us were anticipating what would come when we got to JJ’s house and the front door was closed.

storiesfromtheden  asked:

PROMPTS! YAY PROMPTS! Nurseydex bad mental health day lovin'? Or Nursey explains poems to Dex, Dex doesn't get shit but is all heart eyes about it? Or domestic nurseydex? Anything nurseydex please!

I know I told you I was going to do their coffee shop meet cute from the faculty AU, but that was turning into a huge thing and taking forever, and then last night the idea fairy visited and gave me some stressed out grad school Nurseydex instead.

Nursey looked at the stacks of books that had taken over their coffee table, flags sticking out of them in every direction, and wanted nothing more than to fling them at the wall. Just flip the whole table. Send papers flying everywhere. He could see it in his mind so clearly. It was so close to being satisfying that it made him itch. He grabbed a throw pillow off the end of the couch, pressed it over his face, and screamed.

Dex looked up from his place at the dining table (the only flat surface left in the apartment for him to work at) and raised his eyebrows. “Feeling a bit dramatic today?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m done. Can I be done? I don’t even remember what the point of getting a PhD is anymore. The pressure to come up with something ‘new’ and ‘innovative’ in a field where everything has been said a thousand times before just makes my mind go blank now, and I think I can vaguely remember a time when I found this subject interesting, but that was so long ago it just feels like a dream, and now I’m so far down the theory rabbit hole I’m not sure I can talk to normal people anymore and I sound such like a pretentious asshole every time I have to talk to my advisor that I want to punch myself in the face.” He ran out of breath and slumped on the couch, staring vaguely at the ceiling and longing vaguely for the days when he thought being “chill” was his ultimate ambition.

Dex blinked at him for a few seconds and then shrugged. “So don’t.”


“Don’t finish. You don’t actually have to. Nothing says you are required to finish your dissertation and get a PhD. You already have everything needed for a master’s in passing. There is literally nothing stopping you from withdrawing from your program, taking the MA, and doing that teaching certificate I know you have all the information for stuffed in the back of the desk in the office.”

Nursey just stared at him.

Dex moved his laptop to the side and folded his arms in front of him. “I’m serious. Unless you really want to be a college professor, there’s basically zero reason for you to get a PhD. If your dissertation is driving you to the point of mental breakdown and you genuinely do not care about the subject anymore, then stop. I won’t judge. You’re not even in debt for this degree because they’ve had you TAing the whole time. There are no real consequences here. There is life beyond academia. You can be ABD for the rest of your life and I will still love you and you will still be employable and the world will still turn.”

Nursey realized that his vision had gone blurry and his hands were shaking, but at the same time, he felt like he could breathe again. “Oh,” he said.

“Yeah, oh. It’s gonna be okay, you know? I promise.”

Nursey blew out a huge breath. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” And then Dex smiled at him and pulled his laptop back over, leaving Nursey to sort out his thoughts.

Nursey wasn’t sure if he’d actually take Dex up on the offer to love him through the process of withdrawing from his program, (during which he sincerely doubted he’d be much of a delight,) but maybe just knowing it was a sincere option would be enough to get him through the last fifty pages of his diss. Just knowing he had options made him feel a thousand times lighter.

anonymous asked:

Hiiii can you write one where you and H have been dating for years, you find one of your friends got engaged really soon and H says something like "when you know, you know" and you start to think he doesn't want to get married to you since it's been so long and get distant?

“Y/N, I have to tell you something!” your best friend who you’d known since what felt like forever exclaimed to you as soon as you picked up the phone. 

It was about midway through the day and you had just finished cleaning out your closet when your phone started ringing, as you were trying to be productive on your day off of work. Harry was at a meeting but was meant to be back within the next hour or so. 

“What is it?!” you responded, feeling excited already just because of the tone of excitement in your friend’s voice. 

“He finally proposed! Y/N I’m getting married!!!” she almost shrieked, forcing you to pull your phone slightly away from your ear in order to save your ear drum. And you couldn’t help that your first instinct upon hearing the news was for your face to fall and heart to race, and not out of joy. But you immediately picked yourself back up and responded to your friend with the same tone of excitement, sharing your congratulations to her and her husband-to-be. And you were so happy for her, for them, because this was your best friend from childhood and she meant so much to you and you knew her now-fiancee was perfect for her.  

But once you two had finally ended the conversation and you put your phone back down on the table, your expression immediately fell again as it had upon first hearing the news. Pulling out the chair at the kitchen table, you sat down and your mind immediately went to work.

You and Harry had been together for almost four years now, and nobody was getting any younger. You were easily at marrying age, and you’d known for awhile that you would be more than happy to spend the rest of your life with him. But he just never made a move, never even hinted at the idea of spending his life with you. You had secretly been hoping for the past few months, almost year now, that he would propose or at least bring up the idea of marriage. But still, nothing. And you didn’t want to bring it up because you were worried you’d freak him out and scare him off or something, not that he would just pick up and leave because you two were so close now and had such a special relationship…a relationship that seemed like it had naturally progressed to a place where marriage would be the next step. 

You were so lost in this train of thought that you didn’t even notice Harry coming in the front door, and you were startled when he walked through the doorway into the kitchen, a smile on his face. 

“Sorry babe, didn’t mean to scare you,” Harry smirked as he walked over to kiss your forehead before taking off his jacket and grabbing a glass of water.

“Mmm, it’s okay, just thinking,” you smiled halfheartedly as he sat down at the table across from you. 

“Oh, Y/N, the funniest thing happened today. So we went by the studio and there was this girl waiting outside and -”

“Y/F/N just got engaged.” You interrupted Harry, not trying to be rude but growing more and more anxious each second and not in the mood for one of his stories that you always pretended to laugh at even though it wasn’t that funny. You were getting fed up and it was obvious to Harry, who’d never experienced you purposely interrupting him before. 

You watched as his brows furrowed, his mouth still open from when he’d been interrupted in the middle of his sentence. He paused before responding to your statement. 

“That’s great! Wow that should be a fun wedding,” he smiled, but the way he looked at you told you he wasn’t about to ignore your interruption, something you never did. 

“Mmm, isn’t it though?” you remarked, and Harry couldn’t tell if you were being sarcastic or not. 

“Erm, yeah, I guess when you know, you know,” Harry answered.

That was enough for you. Mumbling in agreement, though clearly not meaning it, you cleared your throat and stood up.

“Yeah I, uh, gotta go check on the laundry,” you murmured before walking out of the kitchen and into the hall, leaving a confused Harry sitting at the table. 

A frown formed on his face, as he’d been in a great mood and excited to talk to you. He assumed you were just in a mood or something, but he was not one to let conversations like these just slide. 

Getting up and walking to find you sitting on the end of the bed in your shared bedroom, clearly not checking on the laundry, Harry sat down next to you. 

“Please tell me what’s wrong, love.” Harry put his hand on your knee and tried to make eye contact with you, but you just couldn’t right now. And you suddenly felt exhausted, not wanting to do this with him right now.

“Harry, I just, can we just not right now. I think I’m just gonna take a nap or something,” you told him calmly, still not looking into his eyes. 

Even more confused and concerned now, Harry figured it was best to give you some space. Sighing quietly, he took his hand from your knee and stood up before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“I’ll be in the living room,” he told you sweetly as he left you alone. 

Sitting down on the couch to watch tv, Harry pulled out his phone and saw your friend’s post on Facebook about getting engaged. His eyebrows raised when he saw in her caption that she and her now-fiancee had been together 2 years. 2 years. 

Looking up from the screen, the numbers started running through Harry’s head as he realized that it had been almost 4 years since the two of you had started dating. And that’s when it hit him, that that’s what you were upset about, even though it would have seemed pretty obvious to most people. Harry just thought it was an unspoken fact that he wanted to spend his whole life with you, but he realized that now was the time to make plans and to finally ask you the question you had been hoping to be asked for so long now. 

when they tip nicely
  • Cashier: I should've never taken this shift. Working this late is fucking me up.
  • Cook: You get used to it.
  • Cashier: Do y'all even get customers this late, or is it early? I can't even tell at this point.
  • Cook: Sometimes.
  • Cashier: What kind of person even eats fast food at this time of night?
  • Cook: Mostly travelers, junkies, and such.
  • Cashier: Makes sense.
  • Disheveled dude: *presses face against the restaurant window*
  • Cashier: Eugh!
  • Cook: What's the matter?
  • Cashier: There's some gross dude outside. Oh no, he's coming in.
  • Disheveled dude: *runs into the restaurant carrying a suitcase*
  • Cashier: Hello, can I help you?
  • Disheveled dude: Yeah, yeah, let me get a burger. Large drink. Yeah, that's it.
  • Cashier: This is a Mexican restaurant, sir. We don't have burgers.
  • Disheveled dude: Just get me anything with a lot of meat.
  • Cashier: We need a triple stuffed burrito!
  • Cook: Got ya!
  • Cashier: Okay, that'll be $7.99.
  • Disheveled dude: *slams a wad of cash on the counter*
  • Cashier: This is like... thousands of dollars!
  • Disheveled dude: Keep the change.
  • Cashier: I, uhm... are you sure?
  • Disheveled dude: I just want my food. Make it fast, please. Thank you.
  • Cashier: *stuffing cash into their pockets* Got ya, dude. Hey, make it quick! This guy wants his burrito!
  • *the cook quickly finishes the burrito*
  • Disheveled dude: *aggressively devours his food, sometimes nervously looking over his shoulder*
  • Cashier: He's like one of those professional eaters. That's impressive.
  • Cook: It's disgusting. That burrito has like 1500 calories.
  • Cashier: I'll call anyone who hands me three months worth of checks for a single burrito impressive.
  • Cook: Yeah, about that... could I get some of that cash.
  • Cashier: I mean, a bit. He told me to keep the change.
  • Cook: Technically it's the restaurants money, so you shouldn't be taking any of it.
  • Cashier: Yeah.
  • Cook: Plus, I cooked the burrito.
  • Cashier: Alright, how about $500?
  • Cook: Only $500? Come on, man. You've got at least $10,000 there. Let's split it.
  • Disheveled dude: *hops the counter*
  • Cashier: *backs away*
  • Cook: Whoa, dude, you can't be back here.
  • Disheveled dude: I need to leave through the back. You guys, closing soon?
  • Cook: I don't know what you're on, dude, but the back is for employee's only.
  • Disheveled dude: *opens suitcase and tosses wads of cash at the cashier and cook* Extra tip gives me VIP status.
  • Cook: Uhm... sure thing.
  • Disheveled dude: Anyway, I don't know if you guys are closing soon, but it's in your best interest for both of you to leave. I've probably given you enough money to relax for a year so it doesn't matter if you get fired. Just listen to me. Fucking leave and definitely do not look back. *runs out the back door*
  • Cashier: This is so much fucking money. Was that guy a drug dealer?
  • Cook: Probably, now that I think about it, yeah.
  • Cashier: Holy fuck! Is it safe for use to have this money.
  • Cook: I don't don't know.
  • Cashier: I could buy my own house with this, holy fuck! *stuff money down shirt* I don't know about you, but I'm out of here.
  • Cook: What!? You know we really can't leave with all this money, right?
  • Cashier: We can, and I am.
  • Cook: This could be drug money, or money from a bank heist. If we're caught with this stuff we could go to prison, or be killed.
  • Cashier: You didn't seem worried about it when you were hounding me for money just a few minutes ago.
  • Cook: That was then, and this is now. Nobody just gives money out like that unless there's something seriously wrong. It's dangerous for us to keep it.
  • Cashier: My life is going nowhere fast, man. I've got nothing to lose.
  • Cook: Well, I've got family at home. I'm calling the police.
  • Cashier: You do you, man. I'm out of here. *runs off*
  • Cook: *dials the 911, but gets a busy signal* What?
  • Cashier: *yells*
  • Cook: What's wrong!? *runs to the cashier*
  • Cashier: *sitting on the ground, money dropped everywhere* Look. Outside, there's nothing. Like, literally nothing. It's just an empty void.
  • Cook: I... it has to be some sort of trick of the light. I'm going out there.
  • Cashier: You shouldn't.
  • Cook: I bet it's nothing. I'll show you. I'll be right back. *disappears entirely into the void*
  • Cashier: Hey! Hey! Are you out there!?
  • *a pale hand appears out of the darkness and gently beckons for the cashier*
  • Cashier: *slams door shut* NOPE!
  • Cashier: *runs to the front counter*
  • Cashier: *is greeted by an all encompassing wall of blackness*
  • Wall: *encroaches on the cashier*
  • Cashier: *attempts to run away, but gray arms emerge from the darkness and wrap themselves around them*
  • Cook: *decapitated head rolls out of the wall of darkness, its eyes spinning in opposite directions* Told you that was bad money, dude.
  • Cashier: *screams as they're pulled into the darkness*
  • *elsewhere*
  • Driver: *parked on the side of the road smoking*
  • Disheveled guy: *taps on car window*
  • Driver: *slightly rolls down the window* Can I fucking help you?
  • Disheveled guy: I need a ride.
  • Driver: Let me think about that. Hmm, FUCK NO!
  • Disheveled guy: *points gun at driver* Then I'll drive myself. Get out.
  • Driver: *obeys orders* Alright, don't shoot.
  • Disheveled guy: *tosses wad of cash at driver* That should cover the cost of a new car. I suggest you catch a bus and get out of here as soon as possible. *speeds off*
  • Driver: *looks at the fraction of a fortune that was just tossed at him* This is way too much money for a bus.

anonymous asked:

(Monii)JikookThrowback Ep.4 PT.2: JK grabbing JM and saying "Where do you think you're going". JM saying he dressed as a cabbage so JK could eat him. JK making that...face when JM was sitting on his lap (trust me that face is questionable). JK knowing that JM was walking (unknowingly) backwards into him & instead of side stepping, raises his chin so that JM's head doesn't bump into him (but the rest of him can). JK shouting out Jimin-ah on live national television right at the end of the segment

(Monii) JikookThrowback Ep.4 PT.3: JK putting a reindeer headband that says Kkook on JM’s head. JK following through with putting a headband on JM’s head even though it meant literaly getting on top of JM (heh that was…yh). JK using JM’s sock as a mic to sing with (Like how the hell did he get it off of JM’s foot in the first place o.O). JK rubbing & smacking the jibooty during BS&T rehearsal (poor JM now has to live with the thought of exposing his backside everytime they perform the song). 

#jikookthrowback ep4 (part1)

questionable things

by now jungkook manhandling jimin has become a regular thing, he has done it countless times and that time he did it when jimin was about to “escape” to go to the bathroom was one of them, but the thing about that particular moment was him saying :”where do you think you’re running off to?” in a very low voice for jimin, which means that it was intended for jimin only to hear,he said it so quietly so that no one other than jimin could hear it especially since they were using such a low quality phone cam ,so jungkook probably thought that no one could hear it except jimin which wasn’t the case . that btw says a lot about their relationship as whole, especialy the way jimin kept giggling afterwards (clearly enjoying the whole situation) , also jungkook’s choice of words was very interessting don’t you think? and saying it so dierectly like that ..well that shows how bold he can be with jimin.. also they were both so comfortable with the whole situation,it felt very normal (?) to them, which means that it has probably happened more than once already .

the time jungkook was using jimin’s sock as a mic that was really questionable i mean  like you said how did he even get jimin’s sock,plus that day jimin wasn’t wearing those socks(he was wearing white socks i believe) which makes it weirder (the fact that he had a hold jimin’s socks itself is suspicious) there’s a possibily that his and jimin’s videos weren’t filmed on the same  day so maybe that was the sock that jimin was wearing at the moment ,in that case he must have casually taken it off of jimin’s foot and used it as a mic (?) which is questionable by itself, i mean would you take your friend’s sock which btw they have been wearing all day and put it so close to your mouth/face i think no, unless you are genuinely attracted to that person and really like them idfk at this point ,jimin was really taken aback by all of this ,he immediately took the sock away from him and started blushing.. which makes it even more suspicious 

jungkook said that he doesn’t like using banmal/informal speech with his hyungs , but then again jimin is a special case not any hyung right? so there has been several occasions where he used banmal with him,and one of those times is the time he shouted “JIMIN-AH” live on national tv, it was right before jimin and taemin’s performance, he probably thought that jimin was nervous so he did it to cheer him up a little, and he knew for that jimin would be okay with him speaking informally to him.. 

it’s very well known by now that jungkook has a thing for jimin’s butt, but no one thought he’d be bold enough to “rub” and then “smack” it right before the start of the rehearsal when everyone was ready…and the song was about to start playing (they were all in their positions). and after he did it jimin turned around because the whole thing and especially jungkook’s boldness to do that in front of everyone really “ surprised “ impressed him …that of course led them to re-start  everything, they had to re-take their positions .. and even though jimin might seemed like he was taken aback a little by jungkook’s act ; it wasn’t in a bad way because after he turned back and took his position,he was smiling ;he clearly enjoyed it . what makes this thing suspicious tho is the members’ reactions, they were very comfortable with the situation and weren’t taken aback at all ;not one bit actually! they all started laughing as if it has already happened countless times before for them to be surprised by it anymore.

also can you believe that jimin actually literally said that he wanted to dress as cabbage so rabbit jungkook could eat him (x

“JK putting a reindeer headband that says Kkook on JM’s head. JK following through with putting a headband on JM’s head even though it meant literaly getting on top of JM (heh that was…yh). i have nothing to add  

whenever jimin is on his lap/near him jungkook does this weird(!) face   it’s like he’s saying he’s mine, it has to do with him being possessive over jimin , something like that i think.

[JK knowing that JM was walking (unknowingly) backwards into him & instead of side stepping, raises his chin so that JM’s head doesn’t bump into him (but the rest of him can) ] —> this has a lot to do with jungkook being hyper-aware of jimin’s presence and actions ,it happened on jimin’s bday bomb,( jimin looked away after “asking him for a kiss” , at that moment jimin started laughing and without having to look at him jungkook knew and started laughing / smiling himself ,this btw was pointed out by kookminworld on youtube) . [but the rest of him can] that actually reminds me of the time he was imitating jimin’s part of “butterfly” and after jimin moved back and was about to bump into him ,jungkook left up his chin so that is head doesn’t bump  into jimin (but the rest of him can)

omgchulbulipandey  asked:

I feel like Derek is the sweetest to drunk Stiles. Like once Stiles loses his inhibitions Derek loses his asshole act. So he says yes to EVERYTHING Stiles says, with zero percent snark or eye rolls. Like Stiles could go, I want a pony with your face on it and Derek would just be like, 'okay dear' but the sad part is that Sober Stiles doesn't remember any of this so he can't blackmail his boyfriend for being so mushy to his drunk self.

I am 1000% here for Derek being a pure little cinnamon roll underneath all the gruff and leather. Which, hey, let’s be real here - this is actually canon. Derek Hale talks a big game and he snarls and growls and threatens to rip your throat out but this is also….a bit of an act. Or at least, these are the kind of things Derek’s walls are built of. After all, he’s had to learn to protect himself, emotionally speaking. His first love died and the second woman he opened himself up to murdered almost his entire family. He’s an abuse victim - several times over by season 3 - and when he lost Laura, he not only lost the very last person he trusted but the very last person who loved him.

Sarcasm is Stiles’ defence and while Derek is snarky and sarcastic and is pretty much the only one who can go toe to toe with Stiles in a game of verbal tennis, we all know he is also this guy

We all know, at Derek’s core, he is cocky and arrogant. We all know he is a book nerd and likes to show off. We all know Derek Hale is, in fact, a dork. 

And the thing is, while older!Derek is emotionally closed off, is hardened and scared, his experiences having shaped and changed him, we still see glimpses off this boy and it hurts. I mean, ffs, almost ten years later and he’s still using basket balls to flirt???


And to be honest, if we do look at this scene as Derek flirting with Stiles, or at least being playful, it actually really hurts because Stiles is the only person Derek does this with. Derek “bad mouths” Stiles a lot but he also likes to play with him a little and it’s like, just for a few small moments every now and again, Derek can be himself. He can be this guy

(coincidence these scenes are also with Stiles?? *looks at the camera like I’m in the office) 

He can be the person underneath all the walls. And what is beautiful is that even though Derek likes playing with Stiles in the beginning, he does not like Stiles playing with him back. We see that several times. He’s not ready for that, it scares him and he is very wary of it. But then you get to this scene

and it’s so beautiful and makes me want to cry because


And I think, little by little, as they get closer and closer (aka Stiles going to college and “oh my god, Derek?? what are you doing here??”) Derek will let his guard down for Stiles. Will his walls go away? Of course not. But will Stiles build a goddamn stair case up those walls? Will he get to peer over and see a whole other side to Derek, a side Derek is very protective of other people seeing? I have no doubt, because what gets me about Sterek is that Derek Hale, while being someone who shuts everyone out, and understandably so, (even though all he really craves is pack and family) he lets Stiles in, bit by bit. This is why, even though their relationship in canon is never an explicit “I love you”, I don’t give a fuck because what their relationship in canon is is this whole build up of beautiful, beautiful trust. 

It’s Derek letting Stiles put his hand on his shoulder when he’s at his most vulnerable. It’s Stiles being hesitant to put his hand on Derek’s shoulder because he fucking knows Derek’s deal with being touched at this point. 

It’s Derek trusting Stiles enough to leave his baby sister with him, even though she is all he has left in this world.

It’s getting to THIS FUCKING POINT


anonymous asked:

ok but imagine how cute it would be: college lucas working at the 24 hour on-campus health center and one night riley comes in tipsy and a bleeding cut on her forehead because of a "sorority party gone wrong" accident and lucas tries to examine her to make sure she doesn't have a head injury but drunk riley is too busy trying to flirt with him to do any of the tests

a/n: hi anon friend!! so i was unsure if this was a prompt of not, considering i received it in the midst of receiving other prompts BUT even if it wasn’t, i wrote a fic about it anyway??? it was just too cute not to. so if you meant for it to be a prompt, here you go, and if you didn’t, then i hope that you enjoy this anyway???

word count: 1,967

Lucas felt the exhaustion itch behind his eyes as his chin fell forward in his hand. He took a look around the empty waiting room, sighing as he closed his eyes for a moment, shivered as he felt a yawn overtake his body. It was nearing 2am, and Lucas wanted nothing more than to drudge back to his dorm and go to bed.

But, he was all alone in the clinic and the last thing he wanted was to lose his job because he packed up early, or leave someone needed assistance out in the January cold. So, sighing once more, he pulled his phone from his pocket, flipping through it mindlessly, trying not to focus on how slowly the minutes were ticking by. He had been working the late night shift at the 24 hour clinic every Saturday for almost four whole months yet, he had only seen about three people come through at most in a night. Usually it was drunken classmates who needed a bandaid or students unable to sleep because of the flu, so it was hardly ever anything too exciting.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a bughead oneshot where they don't talk about the first kiss and dance around it for a while. Suddenly their schools Shakespeare company is doing a production of Romeo and Juliet (ironically) but the thing is Juggie doesn't get the role of Romeo (like Reggie or Archie does) and he interrupts the show midway through by reading the dialogue at the first meeting scene. Sorry it's super specific but I love your oneshots

This one was really fun to write, hope you enjoy it!

“I need everyone to quiet down!”

The theatre director stood backstage in the middle of chaos - costume pieces flying every which way, scripts fluttering across the hardwood floor, actors and actresses practicing their lines in their not-so-inside voices.

“Reggie, stop putting the props in Chuck’s ear, what did I say after the last time?” She hurried over to the boys standing by the props table, her long hair whipping over her shoulder as she frantically ripped the tiny object out of Reggie’s hand.

“I can’t believe we’re being forced to perform such an archaic piece of literary garbage. It’s so outdated,” Veronica whined, tossing her script onto a folding chair by the side of the stage. “I mean what teenager nowadays would climb up to someone’s window as a way of declaring one’s affections for them?”

Betty’s eyes went wide as she glanced at Jughead, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

“No one,” Betty said almost too quickly, fiddling with a fraying piece of fabric on her costume and avoiding Veronica’s gaze.

“Exactly, B, glad to see you’re on my side on this one,” Veronica beamed at Betty before pulling on the arm of her dress and frowning. “Although, the fact that you’re our Juliet isn’t really helping the cause.”

Jughead gently pulled Betty away from Veronica, leaning in close to her ear so no one else could hear them.

“Bets, are we ever going to talk about it?” Jughead whispered. “It’s been weeks.”

“Talk about what?” Betty feigned confusion as she turned away from him to busily flip through her script. 

“You know what,” Jughead muttered, lowering his gaze to give her a knowing look.

“Alright, that’s enough!” The director’s voice rose above the chatter, signaling to to the group that it was time to meet with her in the center of the stage. “Gather around everyone, we don’t have a lot of time!”

“You said to pretend like nothing happened,” Betty reminded Jughead, looking back at him struggling to keep of with her as she hurried to join the rest of the group. “So that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Jughead, honestly, the faster you’re done wasting my time, the faster I can be done wasting yours,” the director sighed, turning to the students staring at her with bored expressions and taking an annoyed breath. “As you all know, our first performance of Romeo and Juliet is tomorrow. You all have put a lot of work into this and I expect that you will treat the performance with as much respect as it deserves. In other words, if you make a mockery of this program, I will see you in detention for an entire month - I’m looking at you Reggie. Okay, let’s get this over with!”

“Betty, I didn’t mean for us to skirt around each other like we were never even friends,” Jughead explained, taking her by the elbow and spinning her around slightly to meet his gaze. “I miss talking to you.”

“I miss you too, Juggie,” Betty admitted, her lips twitching into a faint smile as she allowed herself get lost in his eyes for a moment.

“Juliet, wherefore art thou Romeo? I know that’s not what that really means, but- oh never mind,” the director stammered, but stopped abruptly when she realized a dozen eyes were staring at her like she was crazy. “Seriously, Betty, where is he?”

“I’m here, Ms. Machin!”

As if on cue, Archie Andrews burst through the stage door to join the rest of his classmates on the stage.

“Sorry, I had music rehearsal with the pussycats and-” Archie struggled to catch his breath as he quickly tried to explain himself, but was cut off by an aggravated Ms. Machin shoving his costume in his face.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’ve put so much time and effort into other activities, Archie, but we have a performance tomorrow,” Ms. Machin reminded him. “So can we please run through this play before I start ripping my hair out of my head?”

“Yikes,” Veronica winced. “Sounds like someone needs a good long bath and a bottle of merlot after this horrid play is over and done with. And I don’t just mean me.”

“So are we okay?” Jughead asked, turning to Betty as she watched the group disperse in front of her. “You and me?”

“That depends,” Betty shrugged. “What did the kiss mean?”

“Bets, why do we have to decide that right now, I don’t-”

Rolling her eyes, Betty turned away from Jughead, already tired of hearing this answer, and made her way across the stage to look up at Archie putting one arm through the jacket that accompanied his costume.

“Arch, can we go over the blocking for our last scene together one more time?” Betty asked. “I just want to be sure I have it down perfectly.”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Archie agreed, tugging on the hem of his jacket and smiling down at her as they headed off to a quieter location to practice.

“Okay, what is going on with you two?” Veronica emerged from somewhere behind Jughead, gesturing towards Betty with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve been dodging each other for weeks. Seriously I watched Betty dive into the girl’s bathroom just to avoid running into you last week. Something happened between you two didn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Jughead muttered, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably and staring at a spot in the hardwood floor. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god, I knew it!” Veronica exclaimed, her face brightening at the thought of an unexpected romance. “But wait, then what’s the problem?”

“A few weeks ago, we kind of had…” Jughead fidgeted in his spot, lowering his voice so he couldn’t be heard by any unsuspecting ears. “A moment.”


“We kissed,” Jughead admitted. “And afterwards I kind of… freaked out.”

“Like you ran screaming in the other direction like a five-year-old afraid of those people in the creepy character costumes at an amusement park?” Veronica asked, her brows drawing together as she tried to comprehend what he was saying.

“No,” Jughead sighed. “I just - I panicked and didn’t think she wanted it to happen. I mean, it was kind of out of the blue. But then again, it really wasn’t. Anyway, I told her just to pretend like it didn’t happen and now…”

“Now she’s treating you like you’re a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe,” Veronica finished for him, nodding as if she understood exactly what he was talking about. “I mean you try to ignore it, but it keeps making itself known every time you walk and it sticks to the floor.”

“Kinda harsh,” Jughead scoffed. “But essentially - yes.”

“Well lucky for you, Ronnie knows how to fix even the direst dating woe,” Veronica assured him, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. “And believe it or not, this situation is not that dire. Here’s what you need to do - you need to show her that you really do want to be with her. Make some grand gesture, do whatever it takes to get her to believe you.”

“Well, how do I do that?”

“That part’s up to you my friend,” Veronica told him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder as she turned to Archie and Betty at the other end of the stage. “But if I were you, I’d do it soon. Her Romeo is literally her dream Romeo, so I’d act fast.”

With that, Veronica crossed the stage to talk to a few of the girls in charge of the set decoration, leaving Jughead to watch as Betty laughed at something Archie was saying from across the stage.

“But he’s not,” Jughead muttered to himself, thinking back to the day he crawled into her room and kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Okay, let’s run through the balcony scene before we do a complete run-through!” Ms. Machin directed the group, gesturing for everyone to get into places with frantic hands. “Let’s go, people, the clock is ticking!”

“Okay, Juggie, it’s now or never,” Jughead whispered under his breath. “You might not be her Romeo in the play, but you were her Romeo when you climbed through her window the other day.”

“Alright, Act 2, Scene 2,” Ms. Machin clapped her hands together as the actors began to file into their positions. “Juliet appears on the balcony above, Romeo is below when he spots her and-”

Archie stepped onto the stage, glancing up at Betty with a look of longing as he began to deliver his lines.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the-”

Jughead couldn’t wait anymore. Before he could talk himself out of it, he hopped out from behind the lighting booth and made his way onto the stage.

“It is the east and Juliet is the sun,” Jughead finished the line for Archie, causing dozens of eyes to look to him with curious -yet intrigued- expressions.

“Jughead Jones, I will not have you make a mockery of-” Ms. Machin’s face was beet red from anger, but Veronica stepped behind her to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Let him finish!” Veronica insisted, nodding for Jughead to finish the line as he stood in front of the balcony, looking up at Betty.

“Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou fair maid art far more fair than she,” Jughead continued, meeting Betty’s gaze with a look of regret and sorrow. “I messed up Bets. I should have told you how I felt about you a long time ago, but I was scared. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way so I kind of - freaked out.”

“Juggie, all you had to do was talk to me,” Betty told him, taking a step closer to the edge of the balcony and leaning over it to smile down at him. “You can talk to me about anything.”

“I know,” Jughead met her smile before turning to everyone watching them and taking a deep breath. “So I’m asking you this now, in front of our entire class - will you go out with me?”

“Of course I will,” Betty answered, and a roar of cheers coming from the cast made an embarrassed giggle escape her lips.

Before anyone could protest, Jughead started climbing up the ladder meant to look like vines crawling up the side of the building and hoisted himself up and over the balcony to join Betty.

“Mr. Jones, that set it to be handled with care don’t you-” Ms. Machin yelled from the stage, but Jughead was already up and over before she could finish her sentence.

“Now, that’s the kind of play I would be excited about performing,” Veronica muttered to herself, clapping her hands together happily as she watched her friends smile at one another with goofy grins.

“Feel familiar?” Jughead asked as they stood in front of the hand-built window, his hands on her waist as she took a step closer to him.

“No yet,” Betty breathed before closing the space between them and placing her hands on his cheeks, their lips meeting with a kiss that was even better than their first.

anonymous asked:

How would US Papyrus and UT sans deal with an S/O who was a total social media and just plain technology newb (like doesn't even know what memes or hashtags are) and is basically barely understanding society with its "confounded techno lingo" (just wondering since this was literally me up until two months ago)

Undertale Sans

okay so a hashtag is used on twitter…”

“So like this?” you type out a trending hashtag. 

“no no. no space sweetheart. keep it all one word.” Sans patiently explains. 

“That’s stupid. It makes it hard to read,” you complain, but type it out anyway.

“i know, but that’s how it is,” the skeleton shrugs. 

“Are you sure this is how I’ll be able to connect with the teenagers better?”

The skeleton nods, taking your phone. He types out the word ‘memes’ on Google and gives you back your phone, explaining the term and the logistics of internet jokes. 

“C-Cash me outside, how about that?” 

Sans snickers and you shoot him a glare. 

“you’re saying it all wrong sweetheart. say it like i do,” Sans explains the proper way of saying it and you throw your phone on the couch in frustration. 

You’re never gonna learn this! How are you supposed to connect with Frisk and their friends now? You feel like a 80 year old elderly person when you’re nowhere near that age. Heck you bed a grandma has more internet lingo than you.

“why don’t we take a break and try again tomorrow? i’m beat,” your boyfriend stretches, pulling you close to him and giving you a kiss on the cheek.  

You grab his wrist and pout, not wanting him to leave just yet, “Sans please, just one more time? I promise I’ll get it.”

Sans sighs and sits back down and continue instructing. Eventually, you and him both fall asleep, your bodies intertwined in such a small space. Your soul flutters lightly during your sleep, appreciating how Sans stayed up just to help you out. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. 

In the morning, the doorbell rings, waking you and Sans up. Oh crap! You overslept! You ask Sans to answer the door while you get ready, brushing your teeth and throwing on a fresh pair of clothes. You meet Frisk and some of her friends in the living room who all greet you with a smile. 

“CASH ME OUTSIDE HOWBOUTDA” you loudly proclaim, believing that you made a good impression on Frisk and their friends. 

Well you made an impression alright. 

Sans howls with laughter, actual tears streaming from his eye sockets, while Frisk and their friends all visibly cringe, one kid can’t even look at you in the eye anymore. The human ambassador smile politely, but you can tell that you just murdered their innocence. 

“(y/n) please don’t ever do that again,” Frisk pleads. 

You blush furiously and nod, deciding to never speak again. Oh man, you wish you can jump off a bridge right now, there’s no coming back from this one. 

“have fun you guys,” Sans winks at you, shooing you all out the door and leaving you alone with a bunch of teenagers. 

Welp. It’s going to be a long afternoon. 

Underswap Papyrus

“Eyyyyy what are  thoseee” Papyrus points at your feet as you enter your hous. 

“Uhm, shoes?” you tilt your head in confusion. 

“DAMN DANIEL BACK AGAIN WITH THE WHITE VANS!” Stretch laughs, knowing full well that you won’t understand. 

“THESE ARE NEITHER WHITE NOR VANS! PLEASE SPEAK ENGLISH!” you cry, not appreciating being laughed at. 

Stretch chuckles, kissing you on the cheek, “Never change, hon.” 

Your boyfriend disappears into his room, leaving you confused and alone in the hallway. Okay, that’s it. You’ve had enough of this. At first, the teasing was funny, but now? You can’t stand it. Being the rational adult that you are, you should probably go upstairs and have a civil, mature discussion about this with your beloved boyfriend. Or. Or. You can pull an all nighter learning everything you can about the internet so he can never make fun of you again. Yeah. Let’s do that. 

Later that night, you wait for Stretch to fall asleep to enact your planning. As his arms curl around you, you nudge him softly, making sure he is really asleep. When he doesn’t stir, you confirm it’s safe and make your way out of his hold. But every inch you move away from him, the skeleton just pulls you back into his arms, nuzzling in your neck. You let out a huff of frustration. This would be extremely cute in a different situation. After thirty minutes of your fruitless endeavour, you whisper loudly so he would wake up. 

“Paps, I need to pee,” you hiss. 

Stretch grumbles and lets you go, falling back asleep instantly. You tuck a pillow under his arms so he won’t notice your absence. Grabbing your phone and headphones, you make your way to the couch downstairs and wrap yourself in a warm blanket. You enter in the password and Bing a single word. Memes. Everything floods at you all at once like a rainbow burst from your screen, shooting you right into your mind. Doge, Spongebob, Twitter, Protips, Damn Daniel, Kermit, Salt bae, you absorbed it all like a sponge, and for the first time in your entire life, you are awake. How did you ever live your life before this? How did you ever live without the beauty of internet jokes? You have truly gone through a….memesformation. 

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because the next thing you know, Stretch is shaking you awake, “Hon? Are you okay? Why are you on the couch?”

“Wha…?” you blink the sunlight out of your eyes and try to remember what the hell happened last night. Suddenly, everything comes back to you, “OH SHIT WHADDUP!” 

“Excuse me?” Stretch steps back in surprise. 

You crack a wide grin, leaping off the couch, “You can’t make fun of me anymore, Paps! I know everything! I’ve seen everything! You can no longer tease me about this anymore!” 

The skeleton’s eye socket widens as he clutches his chest, falling to his knees at your mercy, “No, babe. Tell me you did not. Tell me there’s still a piece of the old you inside. Please, I’m begging you.” 

You smirk cruelly, twisting the knife in even further, “I even made…a reddit account.” 

999999 damage. Congratulations. You’ve become a meme loving fuck and now your boyfriend lives in fear of your meme powers. There is not a day that goes by without you acting out or sending him a meme. You finally have your revenge. 

vegetalover12  asked:

Okay. I don't know if I have sent you this ask before, but could you do a soul mate Au where soul mate can telepathically talk to each other but can't reveal their name bc unwritten universe/dimension rules doesn't allow them. So after years of looking for each other (Tom & Marco) Thanks to Star they realized they were looking for each other in the wrong dimensions.

Of course I can! Sorry if you have sent this before, sometimes things get lost in the shuffle, I have several other blogs so I always have a busy inbox lol. And I have to admit sometimes I delete things and delete the wrong one by mistake. I hope you enjoy!

Are you there?

The voice piped up and Marco grinned. “Where else would I be?” He asked.

Well sometimes we can’t hear each other. Tom reminded. Marco giggled and leaned back on his bed.

“Well, you weren’t at the shop yesterday, did we miss each other again?” Marco asked. He heard Tom sigh. “Tell me the truth, have you just been avoiding me?” Marco asked. Tom gasped and jumped to defense.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Tom cried. No of course not! I promise I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Tom assured. Marco smiled a bit and blushed. Even if he had never seen his soulmate in person, talking to him his whole life was good enough. He felt himself fall in love with the boy, and Tom felt the same way.

“Earth is just so big.” Marco sighed. Tom fell quiet and Marco looked curious. “Tom? Are you still there?” He asked.

What’s Earth? Tom asked. Marco got confused and sat up.

“Earth? Is where we live, this planet, silly.” Marco assured.

A… planet? Tom asked. Where is that?

“Wait a second… what dimension are you in?” Marco asked, sitting up. He knew his dimension was the only one who understood the concept of outer space. Tom tilted his head.

The underworld… why? Tom asked. Marco face-palmed.

“Tom! I’m on Earth! It’s in a different dimension!” Marco cried. “You’re in the underworld?” He asked, picking up a pair of interdimensional scissors.

Yes! Do you know how to find me? I’ll meet you at the lake! Do you know where that is? It’s lava and- Marco cut Tom off.

“Yes! I remember where that is! I’ll be there in ten minutes!” Marco promised. He cut open the portal and dashed through, running about the underworld to try and find the lake he had only been to once before. Marco ran past all the confused demons and made it to the fiery lava pit. “Tom? I can’t see you.” Marco complained.

“I see you!” Marco jumped when he heard a vice. It wasn’t in his head this time. It was real, right behind him. Marco spun around and saw a demon with three big red eyes and purple skin, looking at him with a big grin.

“Tom…?” Marco asked quietly. The demon nodded and stepped closer.

“M-Marco?” he asked, blushing ever so slightly. Marco nodded and his smile grew even bigger. He reached his hand out and hesitantly took Tom’s hand. Tom jumped a bit and blushed deeper, giggling slightly. “S-sorry I’m just…”

“Me too…” Marco giggled. The two boys were both very nervous and didn’t know what to say. They just stood there, blushing and holding hands for a moment before Tom gulped and rubbed the back of his head.

“Uhm… I just uh… I can’t believe I found you!” Tom grinned. “It’s like, I’ve known you for so long but… Never really… wow you’re cute.” Tom blurted out. As soon as he did, his face flared up red and fire swirled around his feet and waist and Marco blushed.

“You really think I’m cute?” Marco asked. Tom gulped and looked away, nodding. “I think you’re really cute too.” Marco admitted. Tom looked up, blushing deeper as Marco grinned. “I feel so stupid, we never even bothered to ask each other what dimension we’re from. We’ve been looking in the wrong place all this time.” Marco laughed. Tom grinned and started laughing as well. He then looked up and blushed deeper, the human had such a sweet laugh, and his smile gave Tom this fluttery feeling. It was a lot different than talking to each other, seeing his soulmate was a lot different.

“I know, I feel the same way.” Tom giggled. “I can’t believe my whole life I’ve been looking around the underworld for you.”

“Well to be fair, we’ve only been able to talk to each other since we were twelve.” Marco reminded. Tom smiled a little. “Before that it was only wisps and one worded exchanges.” Marco mused, he then looked up at Tom and sighed dreamily. “It was awfully nice though, I remember how nice it was to hear your voice for the first time.” Marco gushed.

Tom blushed deeper and he giggled. “I felt the same thing… like I feel now.” He told the human. Marco smiled and took Tom’s other hand in his. Without warning Marco gave him a fast peck on the cheek and blush.

“I hope that was okay.” Marco murmured. Tom laughed giddily and nodded.

“I-it was just fine.” He assured. Marco smiled and Tom took a deep breath, feeling bolder he pulled Marco in a little and held him in a gentle hug. Marco blushed, but smiled, knowing what was coming next. Tom dipped him down slightly and kissed the human passionately. Marco closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Tom.

When the demon pulled away he looked down at the human with starry eyes and a big smile. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Tom grinned. Marco laughed and pulled Tom down by the collar into another kiss.

“Not nearly as long as I’ve wanted to.” Marco teased. Tom held Marco close and spun him in circles. It felt like they’ve already known each other for years. Which they sort have have, but this was different, seeing the person they love face to face was so much different. And neither of them were expecting to be so swept away.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you do an hc where MC was really close to Rika (family or friendship) and the RFA + V + Saeran tell her what Rika's done and MC gets really angry/upset and doesn't believe them for a little while?

This is honestly a really great and interesting request! I really hate Rika but looking at her situation in this unique point of view was fun yet challenging but I loved it! I sincerely hope that you enjoy!!~


  • You were Rika’s best friend and when she first introduced you to Yoosung, the three of you were inseparable
  • Rika told you that she was creating a charity group and asked if you wanted to join but you honestly had too much going on at the time
  • And that was the last time you ever saw Rika
  • A couple of months later, your door bell rung and you opened it to find Yoosung, biting his lip and looking ashamed
  • “MC, we need to talk about Rika.”
  • So you and Yoosung sat down, telling you everything that Rika had done from blinding V to betraying the RFA altogether
  • But you didn’t believe a word he said, it was Rika, his own cousin and your best friend, how could he say those lies to you?
  • You snapped, telling Yoosung that his lies were disgusting and it was awful that he would say such things about his cousin like that
  • Yoosung tried to calm you down but you shoved him out of your home and slammed the door in his face
  • About a week later, Yoosung came back to your home saying that he had evidence proving about what Rika did
  • He showed you Rika’s journal that she kept when she was the leader of Mint Eye
  • As you read the pages, it seemed that Yoosung may have been telling the truth since you knew that it was her handwriting in the book
  • You started to break down and cry, not wanting to believe that Rika, your best friend, was capable of doing such awful things
  • Yoosung wrapped his arms around your shoulder, reassuring you that things were tough for him too but the two of you would get through it together


  • It always amazed Zen that you were the reason why Rika met him and he joined the RFA
  • You were Rika’s cousin and told her to go see a musical that Zen was in because in your opinion, Zen was an amazing actor who she had to see
  • But as time went on, Rika talked to you less and less, you figured that she had been busy with the RFA
  • Soon all of your connection with Rika was cut off and you didn’t hear a thing about her until Zen came to visit you one day
  • You had to admit, you were a little starstruck seeing Zen but the frown drawn on his face made you feel uneasy
  • “There’s no real easy way to put this MC…”
  • Zen sat you down and explained why Rika suddenly cut off her connections with you and how she created Mint Eye to ‘cleanse’ people
  • But you stopped listening to him, how could Rika do such terrible things to others?
  • By the time Zen was finished telling you about her, you were sobbing uncontrollably, not sure what to think anymore
  • You started yelling at Zen, calling him a liar and shouting for him to get out and never talk to you again unless he wanted to tell you the truth
  • It had been almost two weeks later when Zen came back and showed you her medical records stating that she was mentally unstable along with her scribbled notes talking about how she was going to become the world’s savior
  • Yet again, you started crying, unable to process that Zen had in fact told you the truth about your cousin
  • Zen brought you in for a warm hug as you buried your face into his chest, with him whispering how he was going to help you overcome the sadness no matter what


  • Jaehee was always a bit wary of Rika and her friends, so you were no exception
  • But when she found out just how close of friends the two of you were, it broke her heart
  • Jaehee knew that you needed to know the truth about the awful things Rika did so one day she invited you to her cafe to talk
  • She grabbed you a cup of your favorite drink and sat you down, taking a deep breath to mentally prepares herself
  • “I need to tell you something MC and it may be difficult to understand, but please hear me out.”
  • Jaehee told you about how Rika left the RFA in order to form Mint Eye and how instead of ‘saving’ people, she only ended up hurting them
  • But you didn’t care what she had to say, she didn’t know Rika like you did right?
  • You scoffed at her explanation, telling her that lying to you was ridiculous and you knew Rika better than anyone else so there’d be no way she would do anything harmful to anyone
  • You left Jaehee’s cafe since she decided to apparently lie to you about your best friend
  • A week later, Jaehee called you to visit her at her cafe again because she wanted to apologize to you
  • You cautiously agreed but when you got there, Jaehee handed you the statements from Rika’s followers as they described how she harmed them both physically and mentally
  • You broke down, not wanting to believe it but the facts were legitimate so you had no choice but to believe them
  • Jaehee put her hand over top of you, telling you in a gently voice that it was okay to cry and be upset and that she would help you in whatever way she could


  • Having a crush on Rika for her to then be engaged to his best friend followed by having her create a seriously messed up cult was bad enough for Jumin
  • But when he realized that you, Rika’s cousin, still didn’t know what horrible things she had done to all of those people was even worse for him
  • Jumin knew that he had to let you know what happened because you had the right to know
  • It may have also been because Jumin had a slight crush on you but he pushed that thought out of his mind for now and focus
  • Jumin invited you to his house to discuss things with you and he calmly told you about Rika and how she injured V and how she almost destroyed the RFA
  • But Jumin was crazy, Rika was such a kind and caring person so why was he saying such terrible things about your cousin?
  • You didn’t want to listen to his lies anymore but when you tried to leave, Jumin grabbed your arm, insisting that you listen to reason
  • But you were livid and slapped him across the face telling him to never think about saying anything hurtful about Rika again and how he needs to get his facts right
  • Jumin let you leave but he was determined to show you Rika’s true form
  • A couple of days later, he went to your house and almost broke your door since he was knocking so hard
  • You cracked the door open and Jumin handed you some documents stating how the building Rika used for Mint Eye had to be closed off since there were many toxic chemicals that were found throughout the building that she used on her followers
  • You let Jumin in, apologizing for being rude but telling him that you were just hurt since you were so close to Rika and didn’t want to believe that she could do anything so horrible
  • Jumin embraced you and told you that he would do anything to help you because he knew you were hurting and he was too, but you two would be able to overcome it in time


  • Seven had spent so much time thinking about how he would tell you about the whole Rika fiasco
  • You and Rika were the closest of friends and he knew telling you about what Rika did would hurt you deeply
  • Just as Seven was starting to get an idea, he heard a knock on the door and almost passed out when he saw it was you
  • You just wanted to chat with him but he led you to his couch and figured now was as good of a time as any to tell you about Rika’s craziness
  • So Seven told you everything that Rika did from abandoning the RFA to all of the terrible things she did to his brother
  • You sat there in shock and angry at Seven’s words, there was no way Rika could do such awful things… Could she?
  • Your emotions got the better of you and you lased out at Seven, telling him his accusations were absurd and that his lies genuinely hurt you
  • Seven watched as you slammed his door shut as you left, he sighed knowing deep down he did the right thing even if it did hurt you
  • He still wanted you to know that he was indeed telling you the truth so he tracked you down and went to visit you with his evidence
  • Seven let himself in your house telling you that he had proof of Rika’s madness
  • Despite your protests, Seven showed you a letter she wrote to V that he got a hold of saying how she wished she hurt him more and how she was going to cleanse the world and you were going to be her next victim
  • You scanned over the letter multiple times but you couldn’t doubt it, it was Rika’s handwriting
  • Tears started streaming down your cheeks and Seven quickly went to hug you, understanding how you felt betrayed by your supposed best friend
  • Seven promised that he would help you get through this and would protect you because he didn’t want anyone getting hurt because of her


  • Why must I make this poor man suffer?
  • It was bad enough that his fiancee became so mentally unstable but V knew that it would be even more painful telling you about what she did
  • After all, you were Rika’s sister
  • But V was determined, nervous but determined to tell you because you had a right to know
  • V invited you over to his home one day to talk about Rika’s disappearance
  • He then explained all about Mint Eye and how Rika was now in a mental facility to try and get her better
  • You couldn’t believe a word that he was saying, Rika was your sister and there was no way that she was the mentally unstable one, it had to be V right?
  • You demanded that V tell you where your sister really was but he kept saying that he was sincerely telling you the truth
  • V watched as you stormed out of his home as he sighed, feeling like it was all his fault like usual
  • He finally decided that he didn’t want to be a push-over anymore so the next day, V went to your home and found you crying on the couch
  • V went over to gently rubbed your back, saying that he could show you what Mint Eye was really like
  • You nodded in agreement and V took a deep breath and handed you his camera
  • As you looked through the camera, you saw that V secretly took photographs of Mint Eye and even got some shots of Rika abusing some of her followers
  • You slowly began to realize that what V said was true and broke down
  • V wrapped his arms around you, telling you that it was okay to cry, that whatever happened from that day forward, he would be there for you


  • Saeran had no idea how any person could ever like Rika
  • She had made his life a living hell and did unspeakable things to him
  • But Saeran knew that you, Rika’s cousin, were still blissfully unaware of the horrors she caused
  • So Saeran went to visit you one day and tell you the truth because you needed to know that it didn’t matter that you and Rika were family, she was an awful person
  • Saeran sat you down and tried telling you as much as he could about what Rika did in Mint Eye, careful not to bring up any bad memories that could trigger him
  • You sat there in disbelief and as much as you wanted to believe Saeran, you simply couldn’t because you knew that Rika was a great person right?
  • Wrong, very very wrong
  • Saeran couldn’t understand why you didn’t believe him and started to feel himself become angry
  • You stood up about to leave until Saeran asked you why you wouldn’t listen to reason
  • You said it was because there was no proof supporting his case and that he was probably just making it up
  • Saeran’s eyes burned with rage as he threw off his hoodie and shirt, showing you his painful scars from Rika’s abuse
  • He yelled that if he wasn’t proof enough of Rika’s madness, then you were just as crazy as her
  • You stared at Saeran’s abused body, lightly tracing your fingers over a particularly nasty looking scar
  • He stopped feeling angry when he saw you crying and as you went to hug him, you apoligzed multiple times to him
  • Saeran forgave you, telling you that he understood why you were upset and if you needed to go to therapy he would gladly go and support you because he genuinely cared for you and secretly loved you

magicallynormal  asked:

Hi There! I just followed you cause I always follow fellow Fanfic authors. Can you make some head cannons for the MC tries to correct the emotional damage of the RFA and the minor trio? Ex: Zen feeling low self esteem because of his albinism and MC kissing his face and telling him he's beautiful, MC comforting Jaehee and telling her that she doesn't need to work herself to death, telling Yoosung that it's alright that he likes her and he isn't betraying Rika, etc.

I’m so happy to meet another author, and I’m sure to check out your works!!! I’m glad to do this of course, and I decided to make different issues than the examples, just because I wouldn’t want to steal an idea form you, I’m sorry for the slight wait, but I hope you enjoy regardless!!

*Note, for Yoosung I used a bit from Seven’s Route, I hope you don’t mind.


  • He didn’t like to talk about it, I mean he was an actor
  • And one of the things about an actor is keeping up your looks
  • But he kinda felt bad about constantly having to worry about what he looked like
  • He hated when the other members of the RFA teased him about being obsessed about his looks, or his insane amount of selfies
  • Sure he normally didn’t mind, but sometimes it was hard to ignore
  • He didn’t really bring it up you, but eventually you kinda figured it out
  • “Zen, why are you feeling so unhappy, you look so pale.”
  • When he realizes you think he’s sick he tells you everything
  • You’re heart cries a bit when you hear this
  •  You know he can be a bit over the top about making sure he has enough beauty sleep, but you know that it’s hard, that an actor has to be very careful about his looks
  • So while he keeps looking down at his plate you get up and hug him
  • “It’s okay, no one really thinks you’re a crazy narcissist! They just enjoy teasing you, you know, the way Seven is constantly teasing Yoosung.”
  • Zen feels a bit happier, and smiles at you softly
  • “Thank you MC, you know how to cheer me up.”
  • You nod understandingly, and continue to hug him, kissing him on the cheeks, which causes him to flush slightly
  • You spend the night cuddling, still assuring Zen he’s not obnoxious about it at all
  • He feels a bit worried, but calms down significantly after you say that
  • He trusts you completely


  • You came back from Mint Eye
  • He was broken, Rika, the Rika he saw as a sister, that Rika did this
  • He tries to keep a brave face for you, but cries in secret
  • When you’re healed enough to live with him again you notice the bags under his eyes significantly
  • Finally you wake up to hear his sniffling
  • He feels bad, and tries to tell you it was just a nightmare, but you sit him down, getting him a cup of hot chocolate
  • He spills his heart out, and how he’s not sure at all what to do about it, that he’s so confused
  • You take his hand and hold it
  • The warmth from your hand makes him relax a bit
  • You tell him that’s okay, that you completely understand, Yoosung and Rika were so close as children
  • He cries more, but you continue to stroke his hand, and to kiss him on the forehead
  • He eventually falls asleep on the couch, you falling asleep next to the couch
  • When he wakes up and remembers at first he feels embarrassed, and still a bit guilty
  • But is so happy you were willing to listen and tell him that it’s okay to mourn and feel guilty
  • Rika may have been horrible, but she was still his cousin
  • And he loves that you get that


  • Okay, Baehee you’re awesome
  • But don’t work yourself to death
  • Jaehee knew that it was important to work
  • But she still couldn’t get the idea of a coffee shop out of her head
  • But now that you two were in a relationship, and your main source of income being a part-time jobs, the parties took up a lot of time, and her job paid much better
  • But she still couldn’t stop thinking about that coffee shop
  • She tried to push it out of her mind and just keep working
  • But you saw her become more and more discouraged
  • Eventually she was going to have a mental breakdown
  • So you asked her about it
  • She told you
  • T_T
  • Why did she tell you
  • But you smile and brighten up
  • “We can definitely do that, I was thinking of applying for a teaching job at a college, and it would give time for me to work on weekends and when I don’t have classes. I was going to tell you when I got it, but I could help run it while you were working with Jumin, and we could make it so your breaks are when I teach!”
  • Jaehee wants to cry of happiness
  • You didn’t say that it was stupid, that she should just give up
  • Instead you came up with a solution
  • She smiles brightly and kisses you lightly on the cheek
  • You return the favor and she reddens slightly
  • Coffee shop here we come!


  • People always thought he was so stuck up
  • What a spoiled man
  • And that really got to him
  • He’d gotten very good at hiding emotions
  • But after meeting you the mask was beginning to crack
  • The last straw was when he heard someone talk about it at a RFA party
  • He walked out, not telling any members, not even you
  • You get a little nervous when you can’t find him
  • But when you don’t see his car it becomes evident he went home
  • So you just hire a taxi
  • When you walk in and the penthouse is slightly dark you assume he just had a headache
  • But when you here little sniffling sounds and a cat meowing you kinda freak out
  • “Jumin! What’s wrong!”
  • Bursting through the door you find him petting Elizabeth, wiping his nose
  • You immediately climb into bed and asked him what happened
  • He doesn’t try to pretend like everything’s okay
  • When you hear that you look unhappy
  • Kissing his cheeks and forehead you tell him not to mind them
  • They’re just jealous and trying to get him down by insulting him
  • He’s not spoiled
  • He’s very doting and kind, not someone who expects that everyone bow down to him
  • He’s sniffling a bit still, but much more relieved
  • “I’m sorry I bugged you”
  • You smile and shakes you head, before kissing him once more
  • There was a lot of cuddling and talking about random happy memories that night


  • He felt bad about ignoring you, and all the emotional baggage you had to deal with
  • Even though you assured him that you understand, that he was just trying to protect you
  • But he still felt bad
  • He would become really clingy when you left, and over apologize for small things
  • When he freaks out about accidentally throw away your leftovers you sit him down
  • He tells you, why wouldn’t he?
  • You listen to it silently
  • And after you hug him and kiss his forehead
  • You realize he’s crying
  • “You beat yourself up too much. I know that you might think I carry some sort of grudge, but I know that you’ve been alone for so long, and it’s hard to be aware of how much makes people uncomfortable, but don’t worry, I promise that I will never carry a grudge, and that you don’t need to apologize for those crappy leftovers.”
  • He lets out a shaky laugh and smiles
  • “Thanks MC.”
  • “Of course.”
  • You spend the rest of the night watching chips, playing games and watching space documentaries


  • He’s a naturally nervous person
  • Smol bean must be protected at all costs
  • So he worried that he was a burden on you, bringing you down
  • He was so torn up about the surgery, and every time you pushed it and he grumbled he secretly felt a stab of guilt
  • So when you find him staring at the wall in the dark at 12:45 in the morning yo ukinda freak
  • You know that he has a gentle personality
  • So you softly ask what’s wrong
  • “MC, am I a burden to you?”
  • “No! Not at all! Why would you ever be a burden to me? You’re a wonderful kind person, who always thinks of everyone else before making a decision.”
  • He still needs a bit of convincing, so you softly stroke his cheek
  • “You’re a beam of light, even I push you about the surgery, that doesn’t mean that I think you’re a burden. I just want you to be happy, and whatever you decide is fine by me.”
  • He smiles softly
  • “MC, can we go to sleep now?”
  • You happily agree
  • A night of cuddling


  • He knew that his episodes were bad
  • He apologized profusely every time, and you assured him it was fine, that it was just the remainder of brainwashing, and that he was such a kind person
  • But one time he throws something at you
  • It was a cup
  • You end up getting ten stitches in you leg
  • He’s silent at the clinic, when you tell the doctor that it was an accident however he flinches
  • When you get home you tell him you’re going to get ready for bed, but he lingers
  • “Saeran?”
  • “I’ll leave if you want…”
  • It’s a soft sentence, but you her it nevertheless
  • You rush over to him and give him a tight hug
  • “No, why would you ever think that!”
  • “Look what I did!” He looks you in the eye, blinking back tears, face flushed. “What if it was something else, what if you get seriously injured! I’m dangerous! And you don’t deserve someone like me, I’m just a burden.”
  • “Saeran! How could you ever think that!”
  • You hug him tightly
  • “I would be so sad if you left. Yes, you do have your moments, but that’s not your fault. You’re getting so much better. And it’s just a few stitches, nothing in here could really hurt me. Not like you leaving would.”
  • He asks if you’re sure, and you insist
  • You kiss him softly then, go to get ready for bed
  • Later he asks again, but you’re still adamant about it
  • He’s so grateful
  • Leaving you would kill him


  • Vanderwood wasn’t sure why they were so uptight
  • At least that’s what people called them
  • They hated that, they hated being seen as strict, like those evil teachers in books
  • It really got them for some reason
  • They started being really quiet a lot
  • And it really bugged you
  • You were really worried about them
  • What if they have depression?
  • You’d dealt with it before, and it was absolutely horrible
  • So after one especially quiet day you ask them
  • They immediately asks if they’re uptight
  • “No, not uptight,  you like stuff to be clean, but that’s not a bad thing. I mean I’m hopeless, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
  • They manage a laugh out of them
  • You hug them and kiss them on the hand
  • “People are so rude, I don’t know why they’d say that. Don’t worry, you’re not a pain! You’re an awesome person.”
  • After you make sure that anyone who tries to get them down is confronted

I hope you like, wow is it late!!! Yikes!!! Anyway, tell me if it’s not what you think, I’ll rewrite it gladly. But if you don’t then I’m glad you like, and again nice to meet you!!! Hope you like!!! Bye!!

anonymous asked:

Rfa+ V and Saeran reacting to finding out MC has a daddy kink 🌚🌚 I'm not sorry


  • Dominant Yoosung anyone?
  • Y'all are going at it in bed
  • He’s pounding into you, enjoying your praise
  • Hears you yell out
  • Daddy, please!!”
  • That boy becomes putty in you hand
  • He didn’t even think he was into that???
  • But he loved the way your voice sounded? 
  • Let’s just say he made you call him that a lot more in bed
  • (and you were in bed a lot more)


  • Rip you already
  • It’s your first time with him
  • He’s trying so hard not to unleash has beast
  • Has you against the shower wall, thrusting into you
  • Your close to release
  • Moans “faster daddy, please~” into his ear
  • Beast mode activated
  • He is all over you
  • You are unable to walk for 3 days
  • Round eight babe?”


  • You mean Baehee??  
  • Just eating you out, both of you in pleasure
  • Wanting to release, you beg to
  • Jaehee is enjoying this a Iot
  • You’re whimpering & bucking your hips
  • Finally you plead
  • Please mommy~”
  • Much excitement, much horny
  • Horny city, population gal I met online
  • You both were in bed for awhile


  • You mean Jumin “Daddy” Han??
  • Fr tho he doesn't  really see much fun in it
  • Thinks its kind of stupid when he first heard of it
  • But after doing the do with you and hearing you beg your ‘daddy’
  • Is okay with it. Like yes princess.
  • Makes sure you know who he is though in the sheets by marking you tho
  • Daddy Jumin must protect his little Princess MC
  • almost began acting like Tamaki in OHSHC


  • You finally got him away from his computer.
  • Like finally a tucking accomplishment
  • Both somehow end up in bed
  • He’s teasing you and feeling you up
  • All you want is just Seven inside you. Now.
  • You take drastic measures, pull him down and whisper in his ear 
  • Daddy, tuck me until I’m left screaming
  • You could hear his breath hitch
  • He runs a hand down his face, blushing brightly before leaning close and growling
  • Has my little Princess been naughty??”


  • Sex with this man is already difficult enough
  • He can barely see you and he’s always embarrassed.
  • Some nights though he gets really needy and is all up against you
  • Just like this night.
  • His body is rubbing against you and he’s biting your neck
  • Finally you look at him and smirk
  •  “Is Daddy needy for his little Princess??”
  • He blushes and you try not to giggle before BAM
  • You’re underneath him
  • You’d ask how but he’s staring down at you and he speaks
  • Daddy wants Princess to scream his name”
  • You were NOT expecting that.
  • (but you weren’t going to complain either hue hue)


  • This guy is kinky af
  • He hides in terror from the kinkshame police
  • But you guys were tucking in the bedroom, no big deal
  • Fucking you was one way of saying ‘I love you’
  • He keeps teasing you though
  • That bastard learned from Seven
  • Decided to go for revenge
  • Bucked your hips against him and whimpered “daddy
  • Plan: Worked
  • He moved on top of you and smirked
  • Daddy, huh? Well, Daddy isn’t nearly done. Be a good girl and lay back

Thank you Anon! I had fun with these hue hue hue hue~

anonymous asked:

How would our turtle baes react to accidentally overhearing either one of his brothers or April letting it slip that he has a crush on reader, but reader doesn't really believe them at first because how could he like them? He deserves so much better



He cannot believe his ears. For more than one reason.

1, you like him back and he is overwhelmed by the euphoria.

2, not good enough for him?! What?!

He doesn’t storm in, instead he listens intently to your words and smiles when April insists that he likes you and that you should confess. [April always got his back 👌]

He’ll get you alone and sit you down. He makes sure you get a say in everything, but is firm and insistent when he says;

“Precious there is nothing in the world that should cause you to think that you aren’t enough for me. You were, are, enough. Always.”


Oh my holy Jesus Christ, you like him back. When he overhears those words, he is so totally shook. His heart pounds and he’s on cloud nine.

Then the rest came. Those words; “He deserves so much better,” and “He can do better than me.”

Well that is just Bullshit.

He storms in, and gives the two of you a look. He asks April to leave and second she does, you’re cornered.

He’s gentle, but his voice is rougher and his tone is more intense.

“Don’t ya ever, and I mean ever, talk like that again, ya hear? I’m so Goddamn in love with you that I wouldn’t give two shits if ya looked freaky, or even ‘ad a third eye. Ya look at me? I deserve betta’? No I don’t. But if ya willing, maybe I can love ya like ya deserve.”


Like Raph, he’ll interrupt that shit so fast. The moment “he deserves better,” leaves your mouth he is in the room, already shooing away a grinning April.

He’s gonna hold you, ask you why you think so less of yourself. Mikey’s an emotional guy, so you liking him back, plus the self-down talk is gonna put some tears in his eyes.

He just loves you a lot, okay?

“I know I’m not the brightest or the bravest, or even the strongest. I am the funniest though- but thats not the point! The point is that I love ya whole lots and…you deserve better! A whole lot. But you chose me and that makes me feel special. So I’m gonna return the favor!”


He’s conflicted. He wants to intervene, but he also wants to hear everything. He has so many questions. Why him? Why would you ever say that about yourself? He’s filled with so much happiness, I mean his crush loves him back! That’s something he never thought would happen!

But on the flip-side, you obviously had some self-doubt. After you return to the lab, he has you sit down and he leans up against the table, just across so he’s close enough to tower over you.

He holds your hand and gives you the most reassuring smiles he can muster. His tone is soft and desperately loving.

“You are worth everything I own, everything I’ve touched, you are a thousand times more worthy, Princess. I don’t know why, but you chose me and I need you to know, love, that you are more than enough for me. You always will be.”

anonymous asked:

can you write Draco and Harry going out in some muggle place? and Draco gets really jealous of Harry because people are staring at him all the time, but he doesn't want to say anything, because Harry just seems really happy, thank you, I love your writing!

Thank you so much!!

Also, I chose the zoo bc I love animals and I imagine Harry to be the same way. Writing this made me smile.

My Writing

“Draco, are you almost ready?” Harry called.

“Yes, Potter, I just need to grab my muggle repellant,” Draco joked as he came out of their bedroom.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. They were going to the zoo today. Harry had been wanting to go for ages. The last time he visited the zoo was when he set a boa constrictor on Dudley. Draco was weary about going, but he knew how much Harry wanted to, so he agreed.

They apparated to a point not far from the zoo, and walked the rest of the distance. When they arrived, Harry saw the penguins in the distance, and he dragged Draco over to them.

“Aren’t they cute, Draco?”

“Adorable,” he said sarcastically.

Draco then looked around and noticed several people in the area looking in Harry’s direction. Draco gave them all glares before grabbing Harry’s hand and tugging him over to the next exhibit. 

Harry was surprised at the hand holding, as he was usually the one to initiate anything like that, but it was a pleasant surprise. What wasn’t a pleasant surprise, however, was the fact that Draco pulled him away before he was done looking.

“Hey! I was still looking at the penguins, Draco!”

Draco stopped walking and looked at him.

“Oh, um, sorry. I thought you were done. We can go back if you’d like.”

Draco knew how excited Harry was to be there, and he didn’t want to upset him.

Harry gave him a smile.

“No, it’s okay. What do you want to see next?”

“Whatever you want, love,” Draco told him and let Harry pull him along to the lions.

Draco rolled his eyes at the choice.

“Bloody Gryffindor,” he mumbled.

Harry laughed and nearly pressed his face up against the glass to see.

As Harry watched the lions, Draco, again noticed people looking at him. It was a group of girls maybe just a few years younger than they were. 

“Is there a problem?” Draco asked them while Harry was distracted.

The girls giggled.

“No, you’re friend is just very good looking. Plus, it’s adorable how much he clearly enjoys being here,” one of the girls said.

Draco narrowed his eyes at her.

“Well he’s taken. And didn’t anyone tell you that it isn’t polite to stare? You’re so desperate I can smell it on you,” he spat.

The girl just gaped at him, unsure of how to respond to his rudeness, and Draco walked back over to Harry and put a hand on the small of his back. Harry jumped slightly at the touch, but then relaxed into it once he realized it was Draco.

“Look, there’s a lion cub,” Harry said with a smile, and pointed to it.

Draco couldn’t deny that it was cute. He even cracked a smile as he watched it play.

“You’re smiling, Draco,” Harry pointed out. “You’re not doing a very good job of pretending not to enjoy yourself,” he joked.

Draco laughed, and then asked if Harry was ready to move on, wanting to get away from the girls that were now just casting what they thought were discreet glances at Harry. Draco gave them all a glare as they walked past, but Harry saw it.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, why would anything be wrong?”

“You just gave those girls a dirty look.”

“That’s just my face, Harry.”

Again, Harry was very happy at the moment, and Draco didn’t want to put him in a bad mood.

Harry chuckled and just accepted his answer, before leading them to the polar bears.

“I actually quite like polar bears. They’re my favorite,” Draco said conversationally after Harry told him where they were headed.

“Wow, Draco Malfoy actually not complaining about something. Unbelievable.”

“Oh shut up, Potter,” he said and then leaned over to kiss Harry’s cheek.

They reached the polar bear exhibit, and this time, Draco was the one up close, and Harry stood back.

Harry watched Draco with an amused smile as he tried to get one of the bear’s attention.

“I don’t think he can understand you, love.”

Draco whipped around to glare at Harry.

“Yes he can, Harry. He’s just being difficult,” Draco protested before turning back around.

“Being difficult? Can’t imagine what dealing with that would be like,” Harry said more to himself, but loud enough for Draco to hear, which made him chuckle, but pretended to ignore it.

When Draco finally gave up, he turned back to Harry, ready to tell him that he actually didn’t like polar bears at all, but Harry was talking to a man that looked about their age.

Draco approached them and heard the man ask for Harry’s number.

Harry chuckled nervously.

“Sorry, but I’m uh, here with my boyfriend.”

Harry turned to point, and was surprised to see Draco standing right behind him with a scowl etched onto his face.

The man apologized profusely before walking away, but Draco’s anger remained intact as he glared after him, and Harry could sense it.

“Were you done looking at the polar bears, Draco? Did that one finally stop being so difficult?” Harry asked, trying to lighten his mood.

Draco clenched his jaw and turned his glare to Harry.

“He didn’t know that we’re together, Draco,” Harry assured.

“I’m so sick of everybody trying to get into your bloody pants,” Draco growled.

“What are you talking about?”

“People have been staring at you, practically undressing you with their eyes, all day! Those girls by the lions told me how attractive they thought you were, and the people by the penguins wouldn’t take their eyes off of you! You’re mine. They can’t have you.”

“Of course I’m yours. I don’t want them, Draco, only you. Why didn’t you just say something to me?”

“You were just enjoying yourself so much, I didn’t want to ruin your day.”

“That wouldn’t ruin my day, love. You’re cute when you get all jealous like this.”

Draco smiled and pulled Harry into him before pressing their lips together.

“Mine,” he whispered when they pulled apart.

“Always will be,” Harry said and then grabbed Draco’s hand. “So, did you get that mean polar bear to acknowledge you?”

“No,” Draco grumbled, sounding genuinely upset about it.

Harry chuckled and kissed Draco’s pouting lips.

“That’s okay. Maybe we’ll have better luck with the tigers, yeah?”

Draco perked up at this.

“Tigers are actually my favorite. I never really liked polar bears, anyway.”

Harry laughed and pulled Draco in that direction.

“Of course you didn’t, love.”

anonymous asked:

Maybe a cute, short Drabble of merarthur being rescued from rocks by Vivi and Lewis? He doesn't know or trust these humans yet, so he's highly defensive and scared at first.

I’m basing Mer!Arthur’s design off of @ectoimp‘s and @arthur-tristan-kingsmen‘s design of him. 

The vicious wind and rain howled around the car, making it shake. Vivi was almost afraid that they’d be blown off the road, and on a mountainside road such as this, that would mean certain death.

“Wow…” Lewis couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t a little nervous himself. “I knew Florida weather could be bad but I didn’t think it would be like this.” It wasn’t raining very hard, but the wind was making the drops land hard on the windshield. Lewis could see all the trees nearly coming loose from the ground.

“Just our luck that we came here during a hellish storm, huh?” Vivi grinned a little, and Lewis had to laugh.

“Yeah, sounds about right. I wish the client would have mentioned that little tidbit.” But at least it all worked out with helping the spirit of their client’s uncle move on, and the pay was nice too. Lewis would forgive the little miscommunication this time.

They turned a corner and Vivi smiled as she leaned against the passenger side door. The ocean was wild with waves and even here it was really cool to watch them. She had seen the ocean only a few times in her life and it always astounded her. She had always talked to Lewis about going scuba diving at one point when they had the chance.

Not in this weather though. She was glad there weren’t any boats out there either. Nobody would be crazy enough to go out there in this weathe-

Vivi’s eyes widened and she quickly sat up in her seat. “Lewis stop the car!”



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Slash imagine (requested)

When you had gotten back home from your first date with Slash you haven’t felt the urge to tell all your friends about it like you usually would after a day like that. You wouldn’t have been completely comfortable with letting them know cause you’ve already been aware at that time that they might find it weird or even disgusting although they were your friends. Of course you couldn’t know but you were scared they might judge you for dating a man who was twice your age. You knew it wasn’t common but why would you care? You were convinced that you wanted to be with Slash and the difference between your age didn’t matter to the both of you.

You sighed with a happy smile on your face. Despite being scared that people might judge you you have been over the moon since the day Slash and you have met. He was so much more understanding than most guys your age and you knew exactly what you were talking about - you’ve had enough experience to tell that. Nonetheless it was a lot of fun to spend time with him and you didn’t care that he was a bit shy, you actually adored that about him.

When your bell rang you couldn’t hold back your smile at all when you opened the door for Slash who put his arms around you before he even said a word to you.

“Hey…” you mumbled as you nestled up against him. “Did I forget that we had plans for today?” Slash pecked your lips. “Nope, it’s a surprise.” You smiled at each other. “You’re so sweet” you said “I would have put on some better clothes though.” “Baby, you look great. I don’t care what you’re wearing.” He smirked and you covered his mouth with your hand. “Don’t say that you’d rather see me without any clothes on, that’s so cliché!” Slash grabbed your hand to keep it away from his face and chuckled. “I would never say something like that!” “Sure” you drawled sarcastically. “Come inside, I’ll get changed. Where are we going, by the way?” “I’m not sure, I just wanted to take a walk through the city and maybe we could go and eat something later.” “That sounds like a good plan” you stated with a smile.

It wasn’t too long before the two of you strolled through the streets, holding hands. You decided to go window-shopping and usually you would see something you liked and you went inside to take a better look at it without actually buying anything until Slash insisted on buying a pair of shoes for you and although you protested you couldn’t stop him from getting them for you eventually.

“Slash!” you whined “That’s not fair! The shoes are so cool I couldn’t say no.” “You did say no. A lot” he said with a chuckle. “Yeah, but if those shoes weren’t that beautiful I would have tried harder” you mumbled before you placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, baby.” “I’d do everything for you, (Y/N). You know that.” Before you could say another word you were interrupted by someone calling your name.


You turned around to the familiar voice which belonged to your friend (Y/F/N).

“Hey, what a coincidence!” you exclaimed happily before you hugged each other. “Now I know why none of us could reach you” (Y/F/N) said and nodded at Slash. “Oh… right. Slash, that’s (Y/F/N). (Y/F/N), that’s Slash.” “Hey, nice to meet you” Slash said and held out his hand towards your friend who simply ignored his gesture. “(Y/N), can I talk to you for a second? I need to show you something!” “Sure…” You gave Slash an apologetic smile. “It’s alright, I’ll wait here.”

(Y/F/N) grabbed your wrist to drag you along the street and around the next corner where you both made an abrupt stop. You frowned when you saw the stern look on (Y/F/N)s face. “Okay, you’re mad cause I didn’t tell you about Slash, right? I mean I totally get that but-” “You’re actually a couple?” You were at loss for words for a second about the harsh tone in your friend’s voice. “Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I didn’t feel comfortable with it. I was scared you might find it weird” you explained calmly. “That’s right. It is weird, (Y/N). How old is he?” “Why would you care?” you asked flabbergasted “I’m happy, that’s all that matters!” “Of course you are. You’re naive enough to believe that he actually likes you for being the person you are and not cause you’re still young.” “Excuse me? Do you actually think before you speak?!” you hissed. “I don’t think that being young is the only good thing about me.” “That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m your friend, I know you got a great personality. But I don’t think that he cares about that…” “You don’t even know him! You have only just met him” you shouted with watery eyes, unwilling to believe your friend’s words. “It’s always like that, I don’t need to know him, that’s a fact.” “And you call yourself my friend? Bullshit.” “I’m not the only one who thinks that way about your… uh, boyfriend.” “What are you talking about? No one knows about us” you countered. “We’ve seen you a few days ago and it was obvious what was going on. I would’ve talked to you earlier but I wasn’t sure how to start this conversation.” “So you’re trying to tell me you’ve been talking about Slash and me behind my back?” “Oh, come on! You gave us every reason to do so.” “I would’ve never thought you could be so shallow. Just… leave me alone” you mumbled, feeling more disappointed than you ever had before in your life. You’ve been friends for such a long time but you did not even recognize your friend at this moment. You made your way back to Slash without looking at (Y/F/N) once more and.

Slash gave you a concerned look and caught you in his arms the second you got back to him. He didn’t say a word, he simply held you close to him. You wrapped your arms around him and a single tear made its way down your cheek.

“I’m sorry” Slash whispered. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong” you mumbled. “I’ve tried to ignore it but people are giving us weird looks all the time. I don’t get it. It’s none of their business after all.” Slash placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Baby, don’t think about those people. They have nothing better to do in their lives than to criticize everyone who’s a little bit different from what they would call the norm.” “Can we please go back home?” you asked. “I don’t want to run into any of my friends again. I’m not sure if I can even call them friends anymore.” “Sure, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, honey.”

You were back in your apartment soon. You did not even have the energy to take off your shoes and plunked yourself down on your sofa in the living room. Slash joined you and put an arm around your shoulder. You leant against him with a sigh.

“Am I really that weird?” you asked low-spirited. Slash cupped your face with his hands and gave you a tender-hearted look. “(Y/N), you’re a wonderful person. There are so many reasons for people to act the way that one friend of yours did before… you’re not weird. I know it’s hard to ignore all the hate but I need you to know that it doesn’t change anything about the way we are. It’s you and me, and that’s all that matters in the end. I hope you know that I love you for who you are, baby.” A smile crept onto your face and you placed a kiss on his soft lips. “I would never question that” you whispered.

This is going to be long.

The YOI fandom is full of hypocrisy when it comes to certain characters and I haven’t really seen any posts detailing why, so I thought I would waste my time putting this together. I’m especially irked by all of the Christophe/JJ hate that seems to be practically universal among the fandom.

For the record, I’m not a particularly big fan of either character, (I like Chris more than JJ, that’s the only thing I know for sure) but I just can’t fathom the hate that they get.

Let’s talk about Chris for a second.

It seems that the fandom has two big complaints about him. 1) He groped Yuuri! and 2) He nuts on the ice!

With the revelation from episode 10 I think we can officially rule out that first one. It’s obvious by now that Chris thought he and Yuuri were on more familiar terms, considering Yuuri literally pole danced with him half-naked, held him in his arms, and stood on his shiny toned thighs. “But, but,” I hear you unflatteringly shriek, “that still doesn’t justify it!” Yeah, it’s still coming on a little strong. Let’s see, who else came on strong based on Yuuri’s drunken escapades?

Oh, right. I guess when you’re Viktor Nikiforov, it’s chill.

“But, but,” you screech, “Viktor never touched him in an inappropriate way!”

Aw crap, you’re right. No one else has really touched other characters in a negative way, or I would have seen posts about it! Oh wait

I guess when it’s violent, it’s fine, or…? (surely this won’t be a theme in this post, surely)

The other more common complaint is Chris’s erotic routine in episode 6. But hang on, why do I feel like there’s another character who has a routine with a similar theme…?


Well, I guess eros is okay so long as the eros in question is half of your OTP.

“But, but,” you wail, “I’m ace, so Chris’s routine really offended me!” Then Yuuri’s should offend you too, because they are both about sexual love. The whole show should make you uncomfortable, considering Yuuri embracing his eros has been a central theme of the plot. Don’t like don’t look. Give it a try. (This is coming from an ace person)

I also want to point out that Chris never actually nuts on the ice? I don’t know if you’ve ever seen someone ejaculate before, but it’s preeeetty noticeable, especially given the thin material skaters wear. The only two people who even know that Chris gets that worked up during a performance are A) Himself, and B) You, the viewer, who can read his thoughts. He’s not making anyone else uncomfortable, so chill.

Chris hasn’t said a negative word to anyone. If anything, Chris is a good sport who accepts others victories with unbelievable grace, and is confident in his own abilities. Chaotic good, for sure.

Now we come to JJ.

Tumblr has a real problem with confidence, seems like. Because that’s virtually JJ’s only explored trait.

Honestly, I didn’t entirely know what to make of him at first. I wasn’t sure whether he was being antagonistic or not, but he just came off as rather silly to me. Socially inept, maybe. This was proved to me in episode 10, when he bursts in uninvited to the now famous dinner/engagement announcement scene to announce his own engagement as a letter of challenge.

It seems like a real villain move at first glance, if it weren’t for his (slightly wounded) confusion when everyone snubs him (rightfully so lol) and leaves him in the dust:

He’s highly competitive, but he’s not trying to be antagonistic.

Hey, you know who IS openly antagonistic, purposefully hurtful and insulting to other characters?


yeesh, well this is awkward

Ah, well, I guess it’s okay because he smiled that one time and talked about his grandpa.

(For the record, I don’t hate Yuri Plisetsky at all. You can check my blog for proof, I love this little angry Russian kitten, but liking a character does not mean excusing their actions or pretending they’re not being an asshole when they absolutely are.)

There are so many other things that are bugging me about this fandom: ship hate, fandom policing, harassment, but I don’t have enough time in the day to talk about all of them and I’ve wasted enough time already on this dumb post. In closing, we can do better. We finally got an anime (sports anime!) with a healthy, pure homosexual couple, and we are absolutely blowing it. I don’t want people to avoid this show because they heard “the fanbase in insane”. The first season isn’t even over and we’re already turning on each other, telling each other what we are and aren’t allowed to like, and it’s just sad. Let people like what they like. Stop trashing on characters and ships that people like. Be graceful, be chill. This show means a lot to a lot of people, but if you are going out of your way to ruin the experience for someone else, you can kindly fuck off.