i played around with the order for like an hour

[TRANS] 170304 Seunghoon Fancafe Update: Please buy me plane tickets to LA

Brazilian food we ate at Spring Palms

In-N-Out hamburger we ate after late-night filming. We all thought the hamburgers at Sangsudong Byol Burger taste better

Bukchangdong Gopchang Soondubu I ate on the third day we were at LA. It was close to the hotel and it was delicious I like soondubu jiggae

We stood in line for Supreme too. We were only able to go inside the store after an hour. I will never do this again

This was on the second day, when we gathered to eat breakfast on the 2nd floor of the hotel because we woke up early from jet lag

There was a pool on the 2nd floor too so we swam and played around before going to the filming

It’s not in order now. These are when we were on the plane to LA

Food that I found the most delicious in LA If you live in LA, get me some of this… A new taste that I’ve never tasted before

Last day. Santa Monica Beach It’s really too bad that we couldn’t go to Venice Beach

trans by chrissy96_


Harrison osterfield x reader  

‘’Ooh! Can you do a Harrison Osterfield where the reader is playing with monty and kinda ignoring haz and he’s being salty about it?”- anon  Yes i can, Hope you like it.

“(Y/N) what do you want to eat? We have pasta and ribs, or we can order?’’ Harrison said looking through the fridge, when he got no response from you he worriedly turned around to see if you were alright. Thinking that he would find you editing or writing or even engrossed in a TV show instead he found you playing with Monty. Ever since he introduced you to his dog you spent every waking hour playing with the pup instantly falling more in love with the dog than him. Signing he tried again “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)!’’ a smile creeped onto his face as he watched you play tug-a-war with Monty for a few second, “(Y/N) would you please pay attention for a second?” he tried again.

‘’I am don’t worry.’’ you replied as you rubbed Monty’s belly.

Happy that he finally got your attention‘’What do you want to eat?”  

‘’Food.’’ was your response.

A defeated look crossed his face. “(Y/N), we need to have a serious talk.’’ he said as he turned back around to face the kitchen.

You paused. Your mind racing trying to figure out where this was going,‘’Uh ya.’’ you said, still trying to figure out where this was heading. You didn’t realize you stopped petting Monty till he whimpered, immediately gaining your attention.

Haz started out again, ‘’So I’ve been thinking-’’

‘’Oh Haz that’s wonderful news’’, you playfully threw back at him.

Haz stopped in annoyance, ‘’Anyway’ ’he continued, ‘’look I know you might disagree with this, but-’’

‘’Totally you know me so well.’’ Words came in through one ear and out the other.

‘’And I need you to know that this is hard for me to,’’ He continued. You stopped bringing Monty close to you so he wouldn’t whimper at the loss of contact.

‘’That’s horrible Haz do you need help?” you asked turning towards the kitchen admiring him from the back, “Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy that’s who.’’ you whispered at Monty as he started to wriggle in your arms.

‘’But (Y/N) I’m sorry to say this’’ a smirk was plastered on Harrison’s lips think that you weren’t paying attention to him.

‘’You’re forgiven?” you questioned.

‘’We need to break up.’’

His words hit you in the heart. Gently placing Monty on the ground you got up, Going up to him stumbling on your feet as you walked.your whole world was crashing down.

‘’It’s just that we don’t spend time anymore together and this isn’t working out. It’s just that you never truly pay attention anymore.’’ Turning around shocked to see you standing only inches away from him. Tears leaking out of your eyes, pure heartbreak and confusion masking your face. He regretted his decision immediately but before he could say anything.  

‘’Harrison you’re joking right? Haz, baby, what’s this about? I I Haz.’’ You weren’t making any sense as a loss of words over took you. You grabbed the counter to keep from swaying, knuckles turning white from the deathly grip you had.’’Haz if, if this-s is what you want-t.’’ Turning around to leave he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him your lips collided.

‘’Out of everything I say that’s the only thing you heard?’’ He asked, watching as your face morphed from sorrow to confusion.

‘’Don’t you want to break up though?”it came out breathlessly, almost as if you ran a marathon prior to talking.

His hand gently cupped your face,‘’Love I would never want that,I want to be with you till where gray and old.”His thumb ever so gently ran over your features.

‘’Then why-’’ you started. Instinct took over as you leaned into his touch.

‘’I needed to get your attention somehow, I swear you love my dog more than you love me!” he said with a chuckle bringing you closer to him.

Shock filled you as you lightly punched his bicep, ‘’you little ugh you’re jealous over your own dog! I hope you know that. And don’t you ever do something like that again or I swear to jesus Haz.’’

‘’I know love i know’’ he said looking down at you with pure adoration. Gently bring his lips down to yours.

‘’I love you’’ He whispered out.

‘’I love Monty’’ his face dropped. ‘’I’m kidding you dork I love you.”

Hey guys so requests are open

William Nylander - Part 8

Can’t think of anything witty to say, so just read my story. 

The thought filters through my mind right when he hand reaches out and grabs my thigh. My breath catches in my throat. I don’t know what to do. It’s not an inappropriate touch, but it still makes me uncomfortable. So, I do the only thing that comes to mind and take his hand in mine.

               It seems to please Nathan and he gives me a cocky smirk that makes my stomach turn. His hands are still clammy and now I understand why. I fold his one hand between both of mine, making it so his hand is not touching my leg in any way. The play is halfway over, I can handle this for the next hour. I hope.

               Rian shifts slightly beside me, moving even closer to me. I know she can feel the anxiety rolling off me in waves. She gently places her hand in the crook of my elbow and squeezes, I relax a little. If I was alone with Nathan this would be a whole different scenario. Jake catches my eye and I can see sadness reflecting back at me. We both know now. We know what’s different.

               I have no idea what’s happening on the stage and I don’t care. All my energy is focused on the boy sitting beside me that reeks of booze. I don’t know how I missed it earlier, especially when he hugged me. When did that start? Why is he drinking? No wonder Jake doesn’t like being around him anymore. Jake is a casual drinker, only at hockey games and the occasional party will he throw back a few. Both Jake and I learned our lessons while going through college together, all our time we used to spend at parties and bars was replaced by hours upon hours poring over our computers and notes. We learned then what was more important. Our future or a few hours of fun that we wouldn’t even remember? It was an easy choice.

               I haven’t even had alcohol in almost a year now that I think about it. Most of my friends are in the wine craze, I could care less about alcohol. If you need a substance in order to be fun to hand around with, then I most likely don’t want to spend time with you. Now looking at Nathan dread fills my stomach. What am I supposed to do with him once the play is over?

               Jake would take him if I asked him to. Take Nathan home and let him sleep whatever is in his system off. But I know Jake wouldn’t like it. Something happened between the two of them that Jake isn’t telling me, I can feel it. I could bring Nathan back to my apartment and make him stay there until he sobers up at bit. That’s most likely my only option as I don’t know Nathan’s roommates and would feel incredibly awkward dropping off a drunk boy to them and high tailing it out of there.

               Applause makes me jump and look around, everyone around me is standing and clapping at the actors bowing on stage. Rian squeeze my arm before standing, her hands coming together slowly but her eyes are down on me. I manage to get to my feet and then half drag Nathan out of his. He’s hooting and hollering and while I’m happy my hands are finally free, I almost wish I was able to make him stop shouting so much.

               Catching Jake’s eyes, I widen mine at him and nod at the isle, it’s time to go. Jake nods and takes Rian’s hand, it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. He bring her out into the isle with him and waits for Nathan and me to go ahead of him.

               “Come on, Nate,” I say over the chatter around us.

               “Already? But they just finished,” Nathan complains, looking down at me and I try my best not to scrunch my face when his breath hits me.

               “That’s the point, bud. Play’s over. Time to go,” I say as if I’m talking to a small child. I take his hand and pull him along behind me. To my surprise he doesn’t resist, just follows along after me like a puppy dog on a leash.

               “Jake!” Nathan booms when he sees him. “How’s it going buddy?” He clasps Nathan’s hand, letting go of mine.

               Jake gives him a half smile and takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around Nate’s back. “Everything’s good man,” he says while giving me and Rian a look that says ‘get me the fuck out of here.’ Rian and I lead the way, trying to block out Nathan’s drunken words babbling out of his mouth.

               “So you and Rian. Bet Y/N beat your ass over that.” I can’t argue with that one. But I don’t listen to Jake’s reply, if he even has one. My sole focus is finding Nathan’s car in the now dark parking lot. I turn back to Jake and Nathan, my hands filtering in and out of Nathan’s pockets in search of his car keys to make the alarm go off.

               “Whoa, shouldn’t that wait until we get back to your place?” Nathan asks me, a grin on his face as my hands skip into his pants pocket.

               “Yes, but I need your car keys in order to get back to my place,” I say, going along with it as long as it means I get his car keys.

               “Gotta go up higher then,” Nathan says, the lazy grin still on his face. Nathan is a very attractive boy, and looking up at him now, with the boyish smile and shy eyes gone, he looks even more attractive. But I push all that away, I hadn’t ever thought of him like that and I never will. I flip open his jacket lapels, my hands fine the cool metal in the first pocket I check.

               “There they are,” I mutter and turn away from him. Holding the keys high over my head and hitting the horn symbol. To my left, down two rows the beeping emits from. I flip off the alarm and head across the parking lot. Handing Rian my own car keys I talk to her.

               “Take my car to my apartment, I’ll take Nathan in his car there as well. I don’t know his roommates and don’t want to leave him alone if they aren’t home. Jake will take you home,” I add but that was probably pointless, Jake is one who brought her here.

               Rian nods any way. She takes my keys, though she keeps her fingers around mine. She’s nervous about being around drunk people, always has been. Our parents don’t drink much, no one in our family does really, which is probably the cause of her discomfort. She hasn’t been around it.

               Jake and I are able to get Nathan sprawled out in his backseat.

               “What do you think he had before he came here?” I ask Jake as soon as we are able to get his long legs in and shut the door.

               “I have no idea, but whatever it was, the wine was a little over the top I’m thinking,” Jake says and I squeeze his shoulder.

               “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

               I get into the driver’s seat of Nathan’s car and pull out into traffic.

               “Please don’t puke, Nate,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him in the backseat. His eyes are closed and he looks like he might be sleeping.

               “I won’t,” he mumbles, his lips barely moving.

               We ride in silence for a few minutes, not even the radio playing.

               “I don’t know what I have to do.”

               I hear Nathan whisper in the backseat, his words a little jumbled and I know he didn’t mean for me to hear, but I listen anyways.

               “You don’t want me like this,” he says a bit louder this time and I frown, looking in the rearview mirror at him.

               “Excuse me?”

               Nathan brings an arm to his face, covering it so only his mouth shows. “You don’t want me sober either.”

               “Nathan, what are you talking about?” I ask again, he doesn’t reply right away. I can see his mouth opening and closing, repeatedly licking his lips.

               “You’ll never see me as more than a friend.”

               My mouth pops open, I don’t know what to say.

               “Always be little Nathan, the boy who fell in love with the girl who broke this nose and who beat him in every sport and test in school.”

               I swallow hard in my throat, wishing my apartment was closer so I didn’t have to listen to this.

               “The girl who doesn’t want him.”

               “Nathan, stop!” I snap, my eyes flashing to the mirror again, his face is still covered. “Stop talking like that.”

               “Why? What does it matter? You already knew how I felt, yet you didn’t do anything about it. I thought maybe when I kissed you the other night that it would change things. Instead tonight you turned away from me,” he slurs and I wonder how he’s even putting thoughts together.

               We finally get within sights of my apartment complex and relief floods my system. The sooner I get him on my couch and sleeping the better. I don’t want to hear everything that’s spilling out of his mouth. Luckily, by the time I’m pulling into my parking lot, he’s snoring. Also an unlucky thing because I still need to get him the eleventh floor.

               Jake and I somehow manage to prod Nathan awake enough to get him into the front lobby and into the elevator. Rian runs forward with my apartment keys to open the doors for us. We shuffle sideways through my front door and disrupt Kota’s nap on the couch by flopping Nathan down on it. With a flick of her tail and annoyed meow, she disappears down the hallway.

               “Thanks, Jake,” I whisper, which is pointless because Nathan is out cold.

               “You sure you’re good with him here?” Jake asks, his eyes a cloudy brown when he meets mine.

               I nod.

               “Everything will be fine, Jake. He’s already asleep. When he wakes up he will be back to normal,” I take his shoulder and lead him back into my small foyer where Rian waits. “Just take my sister home and then go home yourself.” This time I level him with a severe stare. “Just boot her out and leave. No goodbyes of any sort. Do you two understand me?” I demand, pointing back and forth between the two, one hand firmly on my hip.

               Rian flushes scarlet and Jake just looks sheepishly at me. “Yes, Ma’am,” he salutes me and I bite back a smile.

               “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I say to Rian and she nods. Then the two of them are out my door.

               I stand in the foyer a moment, the night replaying like a whirlwind in my mind. What the hell? I glance at the clock over my catch all table for my keys and mail, 9:20. Earliest night I’ve had in a month. Then my mind flashes to Will and his game, I rush back into the living room, glancing at Nathan to make sure he’s still sleeping and flip on my T.V and right to the Leafs game. Ten minutes left, Leafs ahead.

               Settling down in the single chair beside my couch, I pull a blanket over me and turn my full attention to the screen. I watch the mix of blue and white jerseys, Tampa Bay is in town. My eyes searching for one jersey in particular, oh there he is. Oh, he just gave up the puck. Some impressing he’s doing. A thought comes to my mind and I glance at my phone, back at the T.V and back to the phone again.  

               Snatching up the phone I open my messages before I lose my nerve.

               When you said you wanted to impress me, I thought you meant it…

               I hit send before I can erase anything and the anxiety already pools into my stomach. Now I have to wait for a reply and he’s not even done with his game yet.

The game ends with a Leafs victory in regulation, the first one in five tries. I switch to another game being played out in California that just started, my typical night routine; watch hockey until I pass out. Although I do move into my bedroom so I don’t disturb Nathan who quietly snored my ear off the last hour.

When my phone vibrates on my pillow I jerk awake, unaware of when I drifted off. A quick glance at the game clock tells me that I was asleep for six minutes tops. I pick up my phone and when I see the message is from Will my stomach drops. I had forgotten about my message. Sliding open the screen I see his reply.

Ouch. But u said u weren’t going to watch to why waste the energy?

I smile despite myself and lay back in my pillows, holding the phone just above my face.

I was under the impression that all pro athletes give 110% every time they are on the ice?

That’s a lie. We would all die if that were the case

His reply is instant and I feel like a teenager again, albeit I am only twenty.

Not nice to lie to the fans

Are u a fan of mine?


Ouch. Again. Who knew u could even wound my ego over text?

I send the sassy emoji, the girl with one hand flipped up and unimpressed expression.

And thru emojis…

I start to type out a reply but I see the little bubbles pop up that he’s typing and hold my breath waiting.

Are u already done with the play?

My thoughts stray to Nathan passed out on my couch and sigh.

Yeah, Cinderella wasn’t all it was cracked up to be

Why not?

I hesitate, thinking out a response.

Cinderella is no place for drinking…

Ahh. Some asshole ruin everything?

Pretty much, and now he’s passed out on my couch.

There’s a long pause before he starts replying, a whole commercial break for the game playing in the background.

On ur couch?



Yes, but I feel like you forget you’re also blond…

Nah, my hair is just better. How did he end up there?

I hesitate again, this is hard to explain over text.

Short story is that he had a lot to drink before showing up and I couldn’t leave him alone.

Playing the good friend card?

Apparently, no one else was willing to.

Well, that puts a damper on what I was going to ask you.

My heart jumps in my chest and I swallow hard.

What was that?

It’s not that late so I was going to ask to hang out. I know we said Wednesday, but I leave for a road trip Thursday and won’t be back until Monday.

I let out a frustrated growl. Stupid boy sleeping on my couch continues to ruin everything even when he’s passed out.

You could come over…?

I send it and bite my lip waiting for a reply.

U just said blondie was asleep on ur couch?

I have other rooms

Right when I send it I realize the double meaning and want to hit myself, but Will’s reply doesn’t hint anything.

Are u sure?

Am I? I think so, I want to see him. Really bad.


On my way

My heart thunders in my chest, excitement taking over my every being. As soon as it comes, so does the realization at what I just did. Nathan’s in my living room and I invited the boy I’m actually interested in over. I sit up in my bed and stare my door. What did I just do?

Vergil Headcanons:

Originally posted by incneet

  • Most likely to prefer drinking tea over coffee. 
  • Definitely more of a cat person. 
  • Can probably play at least three musical instruments. 
  • Something of a clean freak. He’ll spend hours polishing Yamato along with the rest of his other weapons. Much unlike his brother, he likes to make sure everything is put in order and has it’s place. 
  • A good amount of his free time tends to revolve around reading and usually some form of training. His thirst for knowledge knows little to no bounds, and he’ll try to find something for him to learn or practice.
  • He’s into just about any genre of fiction.This includes romance, albeit his particular taste here in is much, much more pickier and he sure as hell would never admit it, especially as it tends to be something of a top secret guilty pleasure. He’s far too proud for something like that; much less be caught reading one. He always makes sure his secret stash is incredibly hidden well. 
  • God forbid Dante of all people were to them…
  • Lowkey enjoys listening to Broadway and musical numbers. He enjoys the amount of storytelling and narratives involved with it. He also particularly enjoys the more dramatic and emotional numbers involved. 
  • Definitely an introvert.
  • Drunk Vergil is always funny purely because of the utter emotional 180 he takes in comparison to his usually cold, reserved self. After a pretty good number of drinks and the alcohol really starts to hit him, he’s much more emotional and will most likely even lean on others. Unlike his usual, confident self while sober, he’s much more shy and likely to become flustered.
  • PDA is generally a big no-no with Vergil. He hates it. If he’s ever ends up being with someone romantically, chances are he’d save any or all forms of affection for when they’re alone. At most, the furthest I could see him going would be hand holding. Even then, most of the time it would be done more on the subtle side. That, or something along the lines of him wrapping an arm around their arm or waist. Maybe a slight peck to the forehead when no one’s looking, but even then this sort of thing would be quite rare, at most once in a blue moon. Otherwise kissing and anything other kind of affection is strictly reserved for behind closed doors.   
  • Much prefers the use of the sword over guns. He considers the blade to be a true warrior’s choice of weapon. Plus, he finds the up close combat and overall feel of the blade to be quite pleasing and much more satisfying. 
  • Can speak a large variety of languages. 
  • He’s generally ambidextrous, though has a preference for using his left hand.  
  • While he may be serious at least some 75% of the time, Vergil can be something of a sass master and smartass, and has even been known to get cocky from time to time. 
Swimming with the Dolphins (Part 2)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Aquarium!Reader

Word Count: 1290

Prompt: reader works at the Gotham Aquarium and meets Jason Todd after a dolphin show and hit it off.

Warnings: [mild] language, fluff, slight nudity (its SFW, undergarments are still on)

A/N I was so astonished by the amount of notes and requests for a part 2, so I just wanna say thank you guys! I had no idea this would be a hit. This is going to be the only continuation for the Aquarium AU since I am working on my Adventurer AU w/ Jason and the Batboys. (please go check that out if you haven’t already!)

Part 1

2 weeks after the incident

“Alright, bye guys! See you tomorrow!” you waved goodbye to the dolphins as you made your way out of the dolphin habitat. Thomas and you were both recovering from your injuries at the same time, so you spent time just visiting the dolphins instead of training them. Mr. Taylor was removed from his job as manager of the aquarium and you received approximately $2000 out of the legal case, which allowed you to pay off some of your college student loan debt. Now, since your new boss was much nicer and more understanding, you had reasonable hours and you weren’t pressured to come back right as your injury healed.

Jason stopped by your place a few times to check up on you, but he didn’t stay for very long. He always had somewhere to be.

However, today was the day of your first date with him, and you made sure to be on time. You thought Jason was pretty freaking attractive, and since it was your first date in a good couple of years, you didn’t want to blow it, especially because it seemed like the feeling was mutual.

“Hey stranger,” you heard, and when you looked up, there he was. His green eyes almost glowed in the dark-ish room.

“Hi.” you waved. “What are you doing here? I thought we were gonna–”

“I gotta make a good first impression, right? Gentlemen pick up their dates, not meet them at the location.” Jason stuck his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

“I didn’t peg you as a gentleman, to be honest,” you admitted. Jason raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Oh yeah? What did you peg me for?” He smirked.

“I don’t know, the stereotypical bad boy?” You said as more of a question. Jason laughed at your remark.

“Believe me that’s not the first time I’ve heard that,” he shook his head.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a motorcycle or anything,” you shrugged.

“As a matter of fact I do. It’s waiting outside with the rest of my biker gang and I use it to run people over and terrorize them. Also, I have about 6 tattoos and they’re all the names of people I’ve killed,” Jason said with incredible sarcasm.

“Wow, that’s pretty impressive,” you giggled.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with this ‘bad boy’,” he pointed to himself. “But in all seriousness, I’m not really a bad boy.”

“Oh yeah? I dare you to jump in that show pool with nothing but your underpants,” you blurted out, then covered your mouth. “I really have to stop doing that!” You thought to yourself. Although the dare didn’t really have much to do with bad boys, you figured he was also the kind of guy who fulfilled dares like yours.

“If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.” Jason smirked as he began taking off his shoes and clothing. He threw his jacket at your face so you wouldn’t watch him undress, not that he didn’t want you to admire his body, but he had just met you.

As soon as he was in nothing but his boxers, he ran over to the show pool (which was, in fact, clean) and dove in. You took the jacket off your face and when you didn’t see Jason standing in front of you, you looked behind you and there he was in the show pool. He ran his hands through his now wet hair and began swimming around.

“Are you gonna join me or just stand there?!” He yelled.

“I’m gonna get in so much trouble,” you muttered. “Uh, I’m still healing so…”

“Bullshit! It’s been two weeks! Come on!” He waved you over. He was right, you were basically healed already, and since you had your bathing suit on (in case you decided to try to train the Dolphins) why not?

“Fine fine,” you rolled your eyes and put your bag and stuff on the bench. You took off your shirt and sweatpants leaving you in your sporty one piece. You jogged toward the pool and got up on the platform you stood on two weeks prior.

“Look at you, with your little bathing suit,” Jason smirked as he waded in the water.

“Shut up,” you grinned. You took a few steps back and then ran forward, doing a small flip and dove into the water.

Jason was pretty surprised. He didn’t know you could do things like that, but you had to learn it in order for the routines. When you resurfaced, he swam over to you and smiled.

“So you’re a gymnast?” He asked.

“Nah, I just know a few flips and things for the show routines,” you swam away and laughed. You two swam and played around in the pool for about an hour and then decided to get out.

“That was a lot of fun,” Jason commented, “we should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah but not here, I could get in serious trouble,” he pulled you up from the pool. Suddenly you found yourself against each other and an awkward silence imposed itself on you two.

“Um…” you trailed off.

All of a sudden, Good For You by Selena Gomez boomed from the speakers, which frightened you so much that you fell back in the pool.

“GET SOME Y/N!” A prepubescent male voice yelled into the speakers. Jason stifled laughter as you splashed in the water.

You pulled yourself out of the pool and grumbled. Hal, an 18 year old tech whiz who controlled the music for the show, hung out in the aquarium during his free time and the fact that he was here this late at night on a Saturday, quite frankly, disturbed you.

“Get a life, Hal,” you muttered.

“Are you okay?” Jason kneeled down while he was still laughing.

“I’m fine and that was not funny, jackass,” you scowled.

“Oh come on, it’s a little funny,” he nudged your arm.

“You think that’s funny? I’ll show you funny,” you evilly grin, and push Jason back into the pool. You began laughing, but Jason pulled you down with him.

When you both resurfaced, you beamed at Jason, who swam towards you with only his eyes above the water as if he were a shark.

“Oh no, a shark is gonna eat me! Someone save me!” You played along. When he finally got to you, he lifted you into the air and launched you back into the water.

When you resurfaced (again!) you flipped your hair out of your face, but before you could open your eyes and look for Jason, you felt a pair of lips on yours.

You opened your eyes momentarily to see Jason cupping your face, but closed them again to return to your bliss.

Jason pulled away to take a breather while you did the same.

“Yeah, Y/N!” Hal spoke into the microphone. You cringed at his voice and then smiled apologetically at Jason.

“I am so sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s fine.” He whispered back. You both got out of the pool and grabbed some towels to dry off. Then, you both gathered your things and changed, and headed outside.

“Well, that was…fun.” You sat next to Jason on the steps of the aquarium.

“I thought it was really fun, but just ‘fun’ will do,” he smiled.

“Okay it was really fun, then,” you joked. “My favorite part was when you kissed me out of nowhere.” You really needed to control yourself.

“How about I do it again?” And with that, he leaned over and kissed you once more. You kissed him back, of course, but this time you smiled.

Thank god for your job at that aquarium. 


@redhoodshood @crazyfangirl1810 @4evahevah @its-scarlet-witch-bitch @carryonmy-assbutt 

(if I left you out I am very sorry)(Once again this is the last part to this oneshot, sowee)

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Long overdue! Enjoy~

Genre: Horror 

Jungkook Vampire AU! x Reader 

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Love you my brother, thanks to my brothers // I now have emotions I became me…

The thing that I hate and find disgusting, is what I am experiencing right now, Boredom. BORED, BORED, BORED! In my 168 years of living there has never been a dull moment between my brothers and I but right now, IT’S SO FUCKING DULL. You would think with the Red Moon approaching they would be becoming more beastly but no. There’s no way their beasts aren’t rattling in their cages. Mine sure is. As I sit here, on my swing, I can’t help but think, could they possibly be indulging in nightly activities without me? Sneaky Sneaky brothers…

Even if they aren’t, maybe I’ll give them something to get the blood pumping around here…

“Working girl” that’s what I like to call myself. In order to provide for myself and get what I want, I work long hours that at times aren’t the most safe. Lately the clients have been all the same, boring to say the least until him. In my four years in this line of work, he has been the most exciting client yet. A bit of a brat at times, but who wouldn’t be if they had everything handed to them. He likes to play games, and as I have learned, through various punishments, there was only one winner, Jungkook, or baby boy as I affectionately call him. Tonight would mark our year anniversary and like a gentleman, a single red rose, and a letter had been delivered to my pied-à-terre, Jungkook had been nice enough to pull me from the “squalors” of Paris, as he called them, and placed me in a comfortable apartment with a balcony that faced the Eiffel Tower in the distance. 

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Mall Trip

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Word Count: 1880

Warning[s]: Cursing 

Summary: It’s been a long time since you and Dean had a break. One weekend you both had nothing on the agenda. The two of you decide to go on a mall trip with your child. The mall was crowded since it was a Saturday. You had to go off and buy an item from one of the stores in the mall. Instead of the three of you going together, Dean insisted that your child will be fine with him. You agreed and headed off. Dean got distracted, and he lost your child. He looked through the mall to find your child, and he ended up finding them in a place he least expected. He found your child in time before you came back. You didn’t know the difference.

Key[s]: Y/S/N= Your Son’s Name Y/S/N/N= Your Son’s Nickname & Y/F/S= Your Favorite Store/Shop

Tag[s]: https://jazmoxley.tumblr.com/

A/N: I hope you loved it Jaz! If you want to get tagged in any of my future work. Let me know. Also, Requests are open!

“Of all days to choose to go to the mall, we are here the day that everyone and their mom decided to show up,” Dean remarked, jokingly. Your husband, Dean made an effort to joke around during times like these. He knows that you get stressed out in these situations. Now, your stress out to the brim because the two have your son here. Y/S/N is four years old, so he is in the exploration time of his life. You’ve always had an eye on him. However, Dean is the more lenient parent. He will let Y/S/N explore quite a bit, and his excuse is, “Y/S/N is a kid, so let him be a kid.” True, but it scared the daylights out of you thinking of anything that could happen to your son.

“Mommy, what does daddy mean by that? I showed up with you here, so everyone else did too?” Y/S/N asked, looking up at the two of you with curious eyes. It’s truly an adorable sight.

You smiled down at him before crouching kneeling down, so you were eye to eye with him. “Y/S/N what your daddy means that there is a lot of other people in the mall. I don’t think everyone has their mom here since I don’t have mine here.” You explained to the boy before looking up at Dean, who tried holding back a laugh. You gave him a look, signaling to him that this isn’t a joke.

“Yes, your mommy is right, Y/S/N. You know, daddy was just pulling your leg.” Dean said, which opened a whole lot of questions by just that one sentence.

A horrified expression was on your son’s face. He literally thought that Dean was pulling his leg. “Pulling my leg?!!” He asked, in horror. “What does that mean?!” He looked at Dean in horror.

“Nothing, daddy is being funny.” You said, laughing. Y/S/N’s face faded from horror to laughing just like you were.

Y/S/N smiled, “I understand, mommy.” Then, his attention was diverted to music from the carousel from nearby. Your son’s eyes lit up like he saw Santa on Christmas Day. “Mommy, Mommy, Daddy, Daddy, can I get on the horses!!!!!” He yelled in excitement. “Please, please, can I get on them?! I love horses!!” He added on. Although he has never shown interest in horses, you weren’t going to deny him from going on the carousel.

“Of cou-” You began, but your own attention diverted to Y/F/S. If anyone knew you well, they would know that it’s your favorite store. Every single time you were in the vicinity of Y/F/s, you always made a bee-line to the shop. Now, you had to fight off that urge. Dean and Y/S/N were here, and you knew that you couldn’t go to the shop. Little did you know, Dean noticed this.

Dean picked up Y/S/N, “Yes, we can buddy. You’re going to have to go with your daddy because mommy has to go get something.” He told your son. Then, he looked over at you, motioning his head into the direction of Y/F/S. It was as if to tell you to go.

“Okay, but mommy is going to miss out!” Y/S/N giggled. As the person you are, you felt selfish with leaving the two of them alone. Especially while in a crowded mall like this one. If anything bad happened to Y/S/N, you don’t know how or if you can live with yourself.

“Dean, you know, I don’t need to go.” You whispered to Dean, making sure that Y/S/N didn’t hear the conversation.

Dean gave you a look, “Y/N, come on. We will be perfectly fine alone. Just go to Y/F/S and go nuts. You deserve it.”

“Are you sure? I can miss out this one time.” You told him. Dean nodded his head.

“I am very sure Y/N. This is our break, you deserve to take some time and spoil yourself.” Dean looked into your eyes. “The two of us will be perfectly fine. Don’t worry about us.” He said. You couldn’t believe that you were considering this. Especially under these current circumstances. However, you know Dean wouldn’t do anything to put Y/S/N in harm’s way.

“Alright, I will be back.” You told Dean, smiling before. “Y/S/N, I hope you have a fun time on that carousel. Tell me all about it once I get back.” You smiled and kissed your son’s cheek before walking off in the direction of Y/F/S.

Dean’s Point Of View

I looked around for Y/N after I got off of the carousel with Y/S/N. Thankfully, we both had our phones with us. Instead of interrupting her time in Y/F/S, I decided to walk around the mall with our son. As we walked around, I came across the Lego Store.

“Look, Y/S/N/N, it’s the Lego store. I know how much love Legos. Do you want to go check it out?” I asked him with a smile. We were doing more than what Y/N agreed to, but she was still in Y/F/S. I doubt that Y/s/N would want to sit on a bench for however long. He’d grow antsy in less than ten minutes.

“Yes!!!! I love Legos!” Y/S/N said, and I put him down on the ground. Just before we started walking together, I felt someone tap my shoulder.

“Hello sir, can you please fill out this survey?” A guy asked. He looked to be in his twenties. I think his job is to give surveys to mall-goers.

I looked at the guy, “Is it a short one?” I asked. The guy nodded his head.

“It will take you two minutes, max.” He told me. I decided to fill out the survey since it will only take two minutes. At least, from what he told me.

“Alright, I will take the survey,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I filled out the survey, which took two minutes. At least, it felt like that long to me.

“Here you go, man,” I told him, handing him back the pen and paper. The guy took the paper. “Thank you.” He said before walking away.

“Y/S/N, are you ready to-” I began, before looking down in horror. Y/S/N was gone. To be sure I looked in the distance. There was no Y/S/N. Then, I turned around to see if he was behind me. He wasn’t there either.

A feeling a panic ran through me. “Shit,” I mumbled under my breath. I sped walked and looked around for my son. No, no, no, I can’t lose Y/S/N. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, and Y/N would kill me… I mean literally. For two minutes, I took my eyes off him, and he was gone. He couldn’t have gone too far within two minutes. However, I can’t put it past him.

I stopped a woman with two kids in tow. “Hello, have you seen this child?” I asked, showing a picture of Y/S/N from my wallet. The woman shook her head.

“No, but he is adorable.” She said, and I thanked her before walking away. I asked a middle-aged couple and a group of teenagers. They all gave me the same answer. I took a breath, trying to calm down. How could I have lost my son in the mall?  I felt like the worst parent in the world. Was I that careless? Y/N always told me that parents all make mistakes. However, I made the worst mistake. I highly doubt that Y/N will be very forgiving. In my mind, I started preparing for how I am going to apologize to her. Out of nowhere, I had an “aha moment”. I know exactly where Y/S/N has to be. If he wasn’t here, I truly lost him.

I sprinted into the Lego store. Kids, teenagers, parents and adults alike were playing around with Legos. In order for me to find Y/S/N, I had to look around the store. There were a number of places he could have been, playing with Legos. It seemed like an hour passed I looked around for him. A store worker walked up to me with a smile on her face.

“Can I help you?” The worker asked. I pulled out my wallet with the picture of Y/S/N.

“Yes, I am looking for this boy,” I told her. She took a good look at the picture. The worker seemed to be studying his face.

“I’ve seen him before.” She said, looking around the store. It seemed as if on cue, Y/S/N walked towards a small table with a set of Legos on it. “There he is!” She exclaimed as if she was much help.

“Thank you so much, ma’am,” I said, scurrying over to my son. The last thing anyone would want is to lose their child. I picked him up, and I pulled him into a long hug.

“Daddy, you’re here!” Y/S/N pointed out. As if he expected me to come into the store.

“Please, Y/S/N, don’t ever scare me ever like that again. Always wait for your mommy or me before walking off.” I told him, looking him in his eyes. It was to get him to understand to never do such a thing.

Y/S/N nodded, “I won’t ever do that again. Am I in trouble?” He asked, pouting a little bit. I shook my head.

“No, you’re not in trouble, Y/S/N/N,” I told him.

“How are my two favorite boys?!” I heard the familiar voice of Y/N. A smile curled up on my lips before looking over at her. Y/N had a few bags from Y/F/S, and she seemed delighted to see the two of us. “I’m assuming that you both are doing really well since we’re in the Lego store.” She joked a bit.

“Mommy, it was so fun. Daddy and I rode on the carousel three times before going to play Legos! This is the best day ever!” Y/S/N stated, and he started to ramble on.

“Really? It sounded like so much fun. Too bad I had to miss out.” Y/N said.

“I know, but you can come next time.” Y/S/N said, with a hopeful look.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She told our son before looking over at me.

“Good job, Dean. I don’t think Y/S/N has ever been this happy when I took him to the Lego store.” Y/N giggled, pecking my lips.

“Thank you-” I began, but was interrupted by our son.

“Ewww, mommy and daddy. That’s nasty.” He said, covering his eyes. I looked at Y/N, and she looked at me. We both started to laugh. Even with the bump in the road, a trip to the mall was worth it.

As Simple As A Change Of Heart

Summary: Asexual!Dan is afraid of telling Phil about his attraction (or lack thereof), because of bad experiences in the past. He just wants a chance of happiness like everybody else, without being reminded of how abnormal he is. 

Genre: Fluff, AU

Word Count: 1.5K

TW: Aphobia 

A/N:  I watched Evan Edinger’s new video the other day, and it made me bawl my eyes out. Here’s a little thing I wrote in order to try and make myself, and everybody else who ever felt broken because of their sexuality, feel a little better.

Disclaimer and all that jazz: This is just one take on asexuality, it’s an entire spectrum, so I had quite a lot of room to play around with. Basically, not every asexual person feels like Dan does in this story. Which doesn’t make them any less asexual (or any less awesome).

I wrote this in a few hours, so apologies for any mistakes.

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A Very Darko Sequel - THE END

Y’all, if you’re still reading this…THANK YOU. This is the final installment of the Space Invader series, unless you guys want time stamps. I can’t believe it’s over and I can’t believe I finished it. 

As always, all the thanks in the world go to @wrathofthestag​, who also helped out with a super cute photoshop in the collage above, and @chronicopheliac​, @disraeligearsgoestumblin​ and @plan-d-to-i​ who was an awesome translator. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!

Catch Up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

Chapter 20: Happily Ever After, Fuckers

         “Do you think she’ll like puzzles? I was thinking about the pony one, but she might choke on the pieces.” Nigel was sprawled on the floor, studiously erecting some type of child entertainment device that featured dangling soft toys, lights, and a button that played a cheery version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

         Adam hated the thing already.

         “She’s three months old, Nigel,” Adam said as he continued making notes on the latest data from the Voyager 2 probe. “I’m not sure if she can hold her head up. I think a jigsaw puzzle will be lost on her.”

         “So you think this will be enough?” Nigel tapped the button and Adam flinched when a blinking rendition of Twinkle Twinkle started. Nigel looked up with a rueful smile. “Sorry.”

         “I believe that thing will keep her entertained.” Adam glared at it. “I think I’ll study in the kitchen.”

         “OK, I’m going to check on the pack-and-play in the bedroom.”

         “Nigel, it was fine an hour ago.”

         “What if it shifted?”

         Adam offered Nigel a flat stare, but smiled when the older man scurried into the other room. Nigel had been planning for the baby’s arrival for nearly a week, coming home with bags filled with bright plastic toys and stuffed animals. Adam had decided to let Nigel enjoy the planning, even though Adam was dreading having a small chaotic human in their home. As Adam began moving his books, the door opened.

         Darko held the door for Bev, who cradled a babbling baby in her arms. Adam noted with some disdain that the baby was already making noise, but remembered that it was rude to ask people to quiet their babies. Instead, he waited for Darko to take the girl and press kisses into the black fuzzy hair that peppered her scalp.

         Without a baby in her arms, Adam could see that Bev had gone all out for her post baby night on the town. She wore a low cut black dress that hugged her hips and skimmed her thighs. Her hair was down, and partially wet, where the baby had been chewing on it.

         “You look lovely,” Adam offered Bev a smile. “Your breasts are still quite engorged.”

         “Yeah they are, you wouldn’t believe what it’s like dragging these suckers around all day.”

         Darko knitted his eyebrows together. “Oh, when Adam says something it’s fine, but I get smacked when I say something.”

         “Adam didn’t tell me he’s going to miss my gigantic knockers when they’re gone.”

         “I don’t think I will,” said Adam. “I still think your ass is your best non-facial feature.”

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Today, I fucked up by buying a game called Life is Strange to cheer a friend who recently broke up.

Obligatory: this happened last nigh, so still within 24 hours.

My friend (whom we will call Jake), got dumped by his girlfriend for someone else. Knowing him since early teens, i knew he always took stuff like this too hard. I immedietally called him when i found out. He was already a crying mess. So being the good friend i am, i offered to go out for drinks so he can take his mind off her. We go into a nice bar and have us a few beers. I took the classic route: “Bruh she wasn’t worth it, there are other fish in the sea, she was a ho i told you, bla bla bla” but no that wasn’t working (in retrospect: when did that ever work?) Jake only got mildly drunk (he is a very lightweight drinker) and that only make him more miserable.

So we got out of the bar. Keep in mind that i was also tipsy as well. But i knew i shouldn’t leave him alone in a state like that, so i said that we could take his laptop from his dorm, then go into my place, order some pizza and play some Counterstrike. So we played for around two hours, eating pizza and drinking more beer. After seeing that Jake’s mood finally improved i decided to (note that we are both drunk at this point) gift him a game from Steam. Jake likes adventure games very much, so i search for adventure games and this game called Life is Stange pops up. I saw that it had very positive reiviews, and instantly gifted him a copy. When he saw the game (that we both didn’t know much about beforehand) he got happy and started downloading it right away. I was very tired at that point, so i told him i was going to sleep because i have a class tomorrow and went off the bed. I woke up at noon, because drunk me set the alarm at 8:00 PM. I instanlty recognize an acrid, weird smell hung in the air. I got out of the room and see him laying facedown on his puke, a half finished bottle of vodka in hand. I go into instant panic mode, screaming “oh shit fuck shit” and frantically checking to see if he’s breathing. He is alive, but i can’t wake him up at all. I had to call an ambulance. They came in and took him off after 10 minutes. I followed them to the hospital. The doctors told me that he won’t have any lasting harm but he probably won’t wake up for half a day or so. I left my number to a nurse to call me when he woke up, and went back to my house to clean up the mess.

The pool of dried puke proved to be more than i could deal with. I called some cleaning guys to deal with it. I had to pay extra when they saw the mess. Then i took Jake’s laptop with me to the bedroom, plugged it in and tried to boot it up to pass time. Surprisingly, it wasn’t turned of at all and the game i bought was running. Might as well see what this game is about, so i started a new save file and played from the begginning. For the uninitiated: It starts out just like another high school drama where our character has a superpower. Cliché. But then things got interesting, then things got so interesting that i couldn’t get up except bathroom breaks, then the game took a very unexpected trip on the feels train that i was played it in teared-up mode for the last hour. By the ending i was loudly crying my fucking ass off (check the reactions on forums). I turned it off, went back to my freshly cleaned living room and took a large gulp from Jake’s leftover vodka.

After drying my tears off i got curious about how far did Jake play. So i went back to his laptop and boot it up to see his save file. FUCKING COMPLETED. Only then i realized what the fuck have i done. If the game made me cry like a fucking bitch then i coulnd’t even imagine what did it do to him after a fresh breakup. Might as well snuff a fire out by pouring gasoline over it. So here i sit, waiting a call from the hospital while wanting to slap myself.

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mine again

I was in the guest room backstage, getting ready to leave. I had just got done with an interview with Ellen (fucking love this bitch) where she asked me about an upcoming tv series I was gonna be starring in. I’ve been an actress for 2 years now, and it’s been really fun. I’ve met a lot of important people through it.

Like my boyfriend Derek

Now, I’m not a virgin by no means. I lost that when I was 18, but Derek and I, as much as we fool around, we haven’t done it. I’ve been trying to make him wait, because, well I know his reputation. But tomorrow was 5 months for us, and I decided I wanted to finally do it tomorrow.


It was late, around 8:00. After my interview this morning, I went over and hung out with Derek, and we did get pretty close to doing it, but I had to stop him, and he flopped in bed next to me and groaned, but nevertheless still pulled me into him so we could cuddle.

I went home, cause I had to be on set early tomorrow, but Derek was going out with the guys for the night. Celebrating the release of a new mixtape.

It wasn’t even 10 when I was getting drunk texts from Derek. I laughed at how cute and cheesy they were, but then they started getting more…vulgar, so I texted him ‘goodnight, be safe. i’ll see you tomorrow. 5 months baby’


I woke up the next morning and showered, getting ready for the day. I was excited to do this tv series, I read the books it was based off of, and I couldn’t be more excited.

After we finished for the day I went home and got ready for Derek and I’s date tonight. He texted me earlier, telling me how excited he was for tonight, how much he loved me.

Dinner was amazing. It was so beautiful and elegant, and just perfect. Derek got me flowers when he picked me up and was dressed in a nice little long sleeve button up shirt, and black jeans. He looked good.

The ride home I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him tonight. I was ready. I loved him, so why not. I placed my hand in his lap, dangerously close to his ‘little’ friend. He looked at me and smiled, before paying attention to the road again.

I moved my hand and started to palm him through his jeans. I looked at him innocently and batted my lashes. His jaw clenched and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“whatchu doing babygirl?”

“nothing.” I said sweetly, undoing the button and zipper, and pulling his member out. 

Pumping it a few times I leaned over the center console and placed a kiss on the head, before taking my tongue and swirling it around, and then finally lowering my mouth around him.

Bobbing my head up and down, pumping what I couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hand.

Derek was moaning above me as I did this thing with my tongue that I know he really loves, and when he twitched in my mouth I knew he was close. Deep throating him, and gagging I felt him start to cum. Sucking him off and swallowing all his release I sat back up.

“my girl got some great talent” he laughed.

I playfully hit his arm and laughed “way to ruin the mood.”

“what was that for anyway?”

“why are you questioning your girlfriend giving you road head?” I laughed. “but, just getting you ready for later.” I smirked. 

He turned and looked at me, and I’m assuming he knew what I meant because his eyes went kinda wide and he sped up. We were back to his place in half the time it shoulda took, and I was laughing as Derek ran out of the car and over to my side, opening my door and practically pulling me out.

Making out against the front door while he tried to unlock it was quite entertaining, cause he would mutter out ‘oh shit’ and ‘fuck’ against my lips. 

I moved my lips to his neck, and in a matter of seconds he finally had the door open, and we were stumbling backwards into the place, before he had walked me to the couch, and we fell backwards on it.


I woke up the next morning, naked and cuddled up with Derek on the couch. I smiled remembering last night, and admittedly kinda hated myself for making him wait this long. Last night was great. I got up, and put on his shirt and headed into the kitchen to make some coffee.

While in the kitchen I heard Derek’s phone go off in the other room. I ignored it, but it went off like 6 times. I was just gonna go turn it on vibrate, I swear. But when I saw the messages I freaked.

from: 555-6969
we need to talk
Derek, don’t ignore me.
I’ll sell out our story.
This is urgent
I’m pregnant, and there’s a chance it’s yours..

the last message was a shock. I’d text them back and tell them they had the wrong number, but clearly they didn’t since they said his name.

I texted back ‘who is this?’

and within seconds got a reply that shattered my heart. 

from: 555-6969
seriously? it’s Miranda, the girl from last night… how could you forget ‘the best you’ve had’

I was pissed. I threw the phone at Derek, hitting him in the face, causing him to wake up.

“what the fuck?” he groaned, opening his eyes a bit and smiling “aye, you look good in my shit.”


“who?” He groaned, sitting up.

“oh, maybe you don’t remember her name but apparently ‘the best you’ve had’ from the other night.” I spit.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“check your fucking phone, you’re new baby mama texted you this morning.” I scoffed. He unlocked his phone and read over the messages while I threw on my panties.

“fuck.” he mumbled. “look, it’s no-”

“save it Derek. Honestly. I don’t give a fuck. I’m done. I’m stupid for thinking this would work. Honestly. all of it was a fucking lie. ‘I love you’ my fucking ass.” I was pissed, but I wasn’t crying…yet. I knew I would later. 

I was over by the door and grabbed my purse.

“I was d-”

“DON’T!” I yell, my hand on the door handle, but I turned to look at him. “I DON’T WANT YOUR FUCKING EXCUSES. YOU’RE PATHETIC.” I scream and his face falters a bit and then he turns cold.

“you’re right. I didn’t love you. I was only with you for sex. Once I got it from you I was gonna leave your ass.” he chuckled.

“fuck you.” I spit, slamming the door on my way out. 

I didn’t even care how ridiculous I looked. Walking down the street in a pair of boxers, and  nice button up shirt. 

I pulled out my phone and called the only person I could think of.

hey (y/n), what’s up’
um..hey Nate
I sniffled.
shit what’s up?’
Um…I kinda need a ride.
‘of course. where you at?’
i’m leaving Dereks, I’m right on the corner of his road and the main one.
‘okay, I’ll be there soon’

I hung up before he could say anything else. Now is when I started to cry. How could I have been so dumb. I shoulda known he was just using me. 

It wasn’t long before Nate was pulling up.

“fuck, what the hell happened to you?” he asked as I got in the car. I wiped at my eyes and sniffled.

“nothing. I’m fine.”

“that’s clearly bullshit.”

“it’s nothing Nate. I just…I need a place to stay for a bit.”

“you can stay at mine-”


“if you tell me what the fuck happened.”

“I’ll find somewhere else to stay.” 

“fuck don’t do that.” He looked at me as we pulled up to his place. “you’re clearly not in your clothes, so obviously something happened with D-fuck, did you?”

I didn’t say anything. I just looked down and played with my hands as tears started to come out again.

“what happened? I mean, I know he’s shit in bed compared to me, but it couldn’t have been that bad.” Nate laughed, trying to lighten the mood, which did make me smile a bit.

“h-he-he cheated.” I cried.

“what the fuck?” he asked, looking at me.


“he cheated?”

“yeah. the other night”

“well I mean, I’m sure you guys can get through that. I do remember him that night. He was drunk as fuck and he kept smoking. He probably doesn’t even remember.”

“that doesn’t matter. He…He was using me. He said once we..ya know, he was gonna leave me.”

“I’m sorry (y/n)” Nate spoke as we just sat in his car and stared at his garage door. We just sat in silence for a bit until Nate finally got out and came over and opened my door and we headed into his place.


“Nate, get off me” I laughed, as Nate straddled my lap as I was sitting on the couch. The guys, being Jack and Jack and Nash and Sammy were over and we were all hanging out. 

I’ve been living with Nate for a month now. It’s honestly really helped me cope with the whole Derek thing.

Nate was super sweet and like a big brother. Yeah, at a party, we fooled around, but we woke up the next morning, and started busting out laughing. We didn’t go all the way, he just ate me out cause he was ‘tired of me being so sad’ so he thought he’d make me feel better. We were drunk, what did you expect.

So ever since then we’ve just gotten really close. Practically inseparable. We were close before, but now we were even closer friends.

Nate just looked at me and rolled his eyes before he started to tickle me. He knew I was a little ticklish, but he also found out about the one spot on my body that was more ticklish than the rest. No one knew about that spot besides him. He found it when we were drunk.

I started laughing, squirming underneath him.

“just kiss already.” Sammy laughed, causing Nate to stop and look behind him, and I saw Johnson had his phone out, no doubt recording it…he was lowkey a snapchat addict.

Nate turned back to me his hands still tickling me. I knew how to get out of this though. I reached up and grabbed caressed his face with one hand, and started to lean in. Nate stopped moving his hands on my sides and I felt him relax, and just as our lips were about to meet, I pushed him off me onto the ground.

I got up and walked to the kitchen, calling out to the guys to see if they wanted to order a pizza or something, to which they all yelled back ‘yes’ so I called and placed the order.

While I waited, and the guys smoked and played fifa, I made myself a drink. Sure it was only like 12, but it’s 5 o’clock somewhere right?

About a half hour later the door goes off so I go to answer it, passing the boys who were either high or to busy with fifa, to the door. Pulling it open, digging around for money I look up to pay the guy and I freeze.

“hey (y/n)”

“since when do you deliver pizzas?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“I don’t. I was on my way over here and bumped into the delivery guy, so I gave him a hundred dollars to give me the pizza so I could do it instead. He just left.”

“okay, well here’s $25 for it. That’s all I have.” I speak, holding out money.

“I didn’t come here for your money.” 

“then why did you come here Derek?”

“look, can we talk?” he asked. “please?” he begged as he saw me roll my eyes, but I agreed to anyway, taking the pizza inside to the boys before coming back outside to talk to Derek, who was sitting on the steps, so I sat down next to him, not too close though.

He was silent for a minute, and I started getting annoyed. I mean, I could be inside eating pizza right now instead of sitting out on the stoop with him.

“well are you gonna talk?” I asked, looking at him sideways.

“yeah, I was just thinking of how to go about this.”

“about what?” I asked, and he just stared ahead at the road.

“Derek” I speak, the tone of my voice annoyed.

“do you remember how we first met?”

“yeah.” I let out a little laugh. “you were so pissed that I was in Nate’s video for we can do because you thought me and him were together.”

“yeah. I mean, you seen the video right? you looked so damn hot, and I got so pissed because I knew Nate wouldn’t do you right. Don’t get me wrong, he’s my man and all, but, I know his tendencies.”

“Derek. you do realize t-”

“yeah, I do. But Trust me when I say this babygirl. I don’t even remember it.”

“probably shouldn’t have got so fucked up.”

“I know. And it’s all on me. It is. I shoulda been more careful. I met up with her. Marissa or whatever the fuck her name was.”

“Miranda” I whisper out.

“you remember her name?” he asked.

“it’s kinda hard to forget it…I seem to remember bad things pretty easily.”

“babygirl, I’m so sorry. I met up with her, I’m not the father. She’s two months pregnant, and it was only a month ago that..ya know.” he trailed off.


“well, I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for doing that. I wanna try us again, if you want to.” he looked at me, reaching and placing a hand on my bare thigh, causing me to look at him. We were a lot closer now than we were when we sat down.

“Derek” I sighed.

“please baby.”

“If it would have just been the cheating, I could get over that. I mean, you were trashed, Nate showed me videos. And I saw the videos of her coming onto you. You could barely stand.”

“then please, can we try us again?”

“What you said that morning. I still think about it all the time. I cried for 3 days Derek.”

“shit baby, you know I didn’t mean it. I was just mad, and you know me, when I get mad I can’t control what comes out of my mouth.”

“it’s just hard to believe this will be different.”

“please (y/n). This past month has been hell without you. Not a day went by when I didn’t think about you. I woke up every morning to an empty bed, remembering you weren’t there. And at night, before I fell asleep, I always thought ‘maybe she’ll come home tonight’ and when I woke up the next morning to an empty bed, it killed me. I miss you so much. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“you said you didn’t love me.” I whisper out, barely audible.

I turned to look at him, tears brimming my eyes, about to fall out and his face was soft. He looked hurt.

He just grabbed my face and smashed his lips onto mine. It took me .2 seconds to respond. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt in my hands and pulled him closer to me.

I still loved him. I felt all the sparks you hear about in those cheesy romance movies. I was drawn to him, no matter what I did, or where life took me. It was him.

“I love you so fucking much (y/n). It scares me. I was an idiot. I’m an idiot. I let the best thing in my life slip right out of my hands. I’m so sorry for anything I said that morning, I’m sorry for the night before. I regret it so much. I’d give up rapping to be with you. I’d give up everything to be with you. The house, the car, the fame, the money, anything. I love you so damn much. I lied that morning, cause it was easier to tell myself I didn’t love you than to have the love of my life walk out on me cause I’m an idiot who only thinks with his dick.” he let out a little chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

I was silent. I had tears falling down my face, getting caught by Derek’s thumbs still resting on my cheeks as he held my face to look at him.

“please, say something.” he whispered out.

“I-I still love you.” I muttered out, and he broke out into a smile, pressing his lips to mine.

“so you’re mine again?” he asked, against my lips.

“I’ve always been yours.” I replied before meeting his lips again.

Hypnotic Language Patterns

What I’m good at:

-Blabbing on: Newbie hypnotists, it’s true- At some point, hypnotic language becomes as effortless as breathing in and out. I can keep a nice flow of induction-y words and phrases going for hours if I needed to.  I could blab on hypnotically while thinking about what sandwich I wanted to order or my favorite scene from Sherlock. I can’t speak to  the quality of said hypnotic work, but my mouth would be saying things and they could be categorized as “trancey”.

-Generally being soothing: I started doing hypnosis primarily for relaxation so I’m pretty skilled at calm, peaceful voice, words, and imagery.

-Rhythm: I like playing around with rhythm and sometimes find myself falling into nice patterns that sound poetic and rhythmic and lovely.

-Waking suggestions: I’m pretty comfortable working around with waking suggestions or modifying/playing with suggestions when the person isn’t technically “in trance”. In all honesty, this feels more like skill on my subjects’ part than mine, but since this is my list I’ll take credit for these working. :)

What I’d like to improve:

-Ericksonian language patterns: Reader- I have a stack of zeebu cards right here by my bed. I occasionally pick them up and riffle through them. Do I ever take the time to actually really learn language patterns? No. I’ve always told myself this was because I didn’t believe in the effectiveness of language patterns, but I’m beginning to realize this is an excuse for laziness. If nothing else, throwing some language patterns in gives you authority (at least to other in-the-know hypnosis people) and lets you joke with your hypnotist friends.*

-NLP- See above re: possibly bullshit but I should probably learn it anyway. I’d like to be better at mirroring and analogue marking specifically and generally in understanding and incorporating a subject’s worldview.**

-Working without long inductions: Despite enjoying waking suggestion, I still get nervous when I do hypnosis that involves quick inductions or no real induction. I think my schema for hypnosis is still too much “magic spell” (which is really flawed worldview on several levels). See also- starting hypnosis from anywhere besides a relaxation induction

-No-fail suggestions: I’m an analytical subject generally, I should utilize the suggestions of my people and work them in more creatively.  (See above re:Erickson).***

-Bravery: I need to experiment more in general- I get into ruts too easily.

What I’m curious about:

- I picked up this weird language pattern where I blend one sentence into the next one starts before the last one ends quite precisely where I want it to. I’m not quite sure where I picked it up or even when I started using it. I’m not really sure how effective it is.  I consulted an expert friend who said she uses these as rapid-fire  pattern interrupts/confusion elements with fractionation. Anyone else do this? Where did you pick it up?

-Everything honestly. I’m not isolating independent language variables here- It’s hard to know what actually works and what is filler– especially because a lot of what is actually working is expectancy regardless of language***

What I’d like to excise:

-Stuttering, but I’ve pretty much decided I’ll just have to continue to work around that

-I’ve been doing this thing forever where I ask a subject to listen to my voice and not the words I’m saying. It is occasionally very effective for creating some nice dissociation, but this suggestion has become a weird default and kind of a hurdle for subjects who need to be more attentive in trance (i.e. most subjects, especially new ones).

What are your language skills and what would you like to work on?

@rightthewaydown @tennfan2 @sex-obsessed-lesbian @soundshypnotic @mr-prism @mrs-prism @mistermindwiper @zanythoughts @banana-pie-gaige @thehypnobunny @the-inquisition-scmh @anyone else who wants to answer!

*Hypnotist humor: 40% language pattern, 30% nlp-references, 30% puns (give or take 5% for Hamilton references)

**Right now I do this primarily through instinct and lots of asking- but I’d like to be able to pick up more on my own

***If you don’t know about no-fail suggestions, this induction from @sex-obsessed-lesbian contains good examples.

***An example of me experimenting with trying to find the active ingredients

sleepovers with michael would include:

- him greeting you with the biggest hug when you first get there
- walking around outside playing pokemon go for like 2 hours
- no seriously you would order like three large cheeses and just eat it all throughout the entire night (even if it got cold)
- attempting to make cookies but it just turning into a food fight
- going down to his mancave with candy and popcorn to watch deadpool for the 867th time
- intense mario kart battles that involve you blocking his vision and him throwing pillows at you
- building a fort and cuddling in it while watching stranger things on netflix
- him getting hot from being underneath all the blankets so he just starts tearing it apart and everything collapses
- finally going upstairs to his room at like 2:00am
- facetiming calum at that ungodly hour of the night just to wake him up and fuck with him
- wearing his big t-shirts to bed (of course)
- cuddles cuddles cuddles cuddles
- him peppering kisses all over your face while you’re trying to fall asleep because he likes to hear your adorable sleepy giggle
- “i love you dipshit. sleep well.”
- “i love you too michael.”
- waking up at like 11:00 and having lazy morning sex
- showering together

INTJ Relationships

By songs-and-types

These are my personal relationship experiences with some of the types that I’m closest to. I probably don’t speak for every INTJ, and as I’m not very typical for my type, I don’t imagine every person of the other type will interact that way with INTJs!

ISFJ- My best and oldest friend is an ISFJ, and we get along absurdly well. There doesn’t seem to be much compatibility with these types in theory, but I find that we complement each other really well. She’s very perceptive at reading people’s moods and understanding what’s best for them, whereas I can often discern people’s emotions or hidden meanings, but have trouble understanding them (but WHY?? It’s not rational!) I also love having random conversations with her; the clash of our Ne and Ni is something like swimming in a pond, where I’m diving forever deeper and she’s swimming forever wider. She’ll seize onto the most random word or hand gesture and use it to start an entirely new topic of conversation, and I’ll keep discussing the same thing for over an hour, coming back at it from multiple angles and getting more and more abstract. We bemuse each other and balance each other, but we’ve almost never fought.

ISTJ- This is my mom, and because our types are so similar, we have very little conflict. Both of us like things to be very organized, and neither one of us will be that upset if someone says something blunt or potentially offensive. We’re both private with our emotions, and this especially helped me during high school. Sometimes we will clash over Si and Se; my mom and I are both devout Anglophiles, but she (in my mind) sees this idealized country that doesn’t really exist, full of Beatrix Potter and Arthur Ransom and gaslit Victorian streets. The things I love about Britain are more tangible: hiking, theatre, classic rock music, etc. We may share an obsession, but we approach it from very different perspectives!

ESFJ- The thing I love about my ESFJ friend is how incredibly caring and compassionate she is. I’ve met some ESFJs who came across to me (introverted Fi user) as smothering or false, but my friend is never anything but helpful. She once encouraged me to open up about something negative I was dealing with at the time, and was an incredibly supportive, considerate listener. She never pried or seemed nosy, but by noticing my emotional state and asking caring questions, got me to talk about something that I had been bottling up for a while. One thing that ESFJs almost never seem to get credit for is their creativity, and my friend has it in spades. Being around her is a constant boost to my own creative process; she’s an artist and graphic designer, full of the craziest, most original Ne ideas, and I love listening to her ramble and seeing the cool, conceptual things she comes up with. My dad is also an ESFJ, and he’s constantly playing music or drawing.

ISTP- My ISTP cousin and I have a special bond built on years of ‘adventures’ together, at first in the woods behind our neighborhood and now in online gaming and board games. We both love to argue; it’s fun to see our different functions come out to play as I stick firmly to ‘the facts’ and he keeps circumventing them with some impossible logical contingency. When we were younger, he would dare me to do physical feats like climbing over fences and jumping out of trees, and I would order him around like a merciless dictator as I invented fantastical plots for our escapades. Looking back on it, I think I may have hurt his feelings with my bluntness more often than he let on, since his inferior Fe might not have shown it at the time. But we still get along great today; we’re both very sarcastic, a little insensitive to others, and prone to spending hours in our respective rooms playing fantasy board games.

INTP- There’s only one other intuitive in my close extended family, and of course we have no functions in common. This makes for interesting discussions at family gatherings, since we tend to gravitate towards each other for conversation but inevitably end up in an argument. He always wants to think of quirkier things, consider more possibilities, move on to another topic of conversation. Usually, I’m still hung up on whatever the original question was: ‘What do you  mean, let’s talk about thermodynamics, I’m still working on a great analysis of The Scarlet Letter here!’ It really doesn’t help that he’s an engineer and I’m an English major; we’re both unbelievable nerds, but in completely different fields. Overall, our relationship feels a lot like two people who should get along, but just can’t seem to find any common ground. I imagine this is largely based on our own individual interests and character traits, though, so not necessarily applicable to all INTJ/INTPs.

ENTP- ENTPs are a lot of fun, if completely exhausting! Being around the constant zaniness of an Ne-dom for any extended length of time leaves me feeling completely wrung out and exhausted, but in a wonderful way. You never know what my ENTP friend is going to do and say next, and this makes being around her endlessly fascinating. I can never carry on a conversation with her, partly because I can’t get a word in edgewise and partly because I can’t even follow half of it, but she’s so animated and so skilled at playing devil’s advocate that it’s really just like she’s having a conversation with herself. The thing that I value most about our friendship is probably how she encourages me to think outside the box and not be so serious all the time; I tend to discard things like green unicorns as the meaning of life as inherently ridiculous, but she can make me stop, reconsider, and acknowledge that just because they’re not ‘plausible’ or ‘profound’ doesn’t mean they can’t be valid answers to…something. Closure and reality are just not that important to her, and I admire that immensely.

INFJ- My INFJ friend and I initially bonded because of an immediate, rare feeling of understanding. She’s one of only two fellow Ni-doms with whom I’ve grown close, and it’s always wonderful to uncover new ways in which we think alike. For example, we recently found out that we both love to have ‘existential wallows,’ where we sit on our beds in a state of Ni abstraction and think epic thoughts. We’re both terrible at any and all forms of sports, and we both use art (she draws, I write) to express our ideas with symbolism and metaphor. Of course our main area of difference is Fe/Fi; she often comes across as an extrovert in social situations, because she’s taking the energy in the room and manipulating it so that everyone feels comfortable. It’s only in one-on-one situations that you see how she’s really much more focused on ideas and introspection, and on looking out at the world through her thoughts.

These are types with whom I have the closest relationships. Although I do know at least one person of every type, I don’t spend enough time around them to have as good a sense of how we get along and how our functions interact.

anonymous asked:

👾Ship please! I have naturally long black hair but I dyed the bottom half dark brown. I am 5'8. I LOVE food. When you first meet me I am very quite and shy but once you get to know me I am very sarcastic and funny. I am also kind of a goody two-shoes.I am the BEST procrastinator in the world.I like to play volleyball even though I suck! I enjoy watching soccer but not playing it.I also like to go out and have fun and hangout with friends. Thank you!

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I ship you with Grayson!

Gray and you were the king and queen of procrastinating. You would be working on your history essay or science project and Gray would simply ask “Do you want to go out for dinner?” And “dinner” would last for hours as you two would just drive around in order to avoid doing the work you needed to do. You and Gray would play volleyball even though you were terrible and couldn’t serve at all. You guys would crack jokes, even go and see your friends (which Gray didn’t like because he didn’t have all of your attention). Anything you and Gray could do to avoid working on papers or editing videos, you two would do it. Even watching football or soccer would play a part. Gray would try and encourage you to work, but he loved spending time with you. He loved being your distraction, because he could distract you in ways no one else could ;)

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Originally posted by wonhontology

Title: I’m Sorry

Characters: Reader and Wonho

Request: You and Wonho get into a fight which leads to him sleeping outside for the night.  You felt bad for being so harsh on him so you go out to apologise but sees he’s already asleep.  You tell yourself that you shouldn’t have been so mean to him and that he doesn’t deserve it but little did you know, someone else was listening in. Angst + Fluff

“Wonho you don’t understand!  I need to do well on this exam in order to get a good mark in this class!  I’m already falling behind.” you said angrily at your boyfriend.  “Come on, Y/N, just one quick match.  I’ll even go easy on you and the game will be over quickly!” Wonho has been trying to convince you to play this new video game that Minhyuk had bought him for what seemed like hours and you were starting to lose your patience.  It was around that time in university where the second round of midterms were coming around.  You didn’t do so well on the first one so you were studying extra hard for do well on the second one except your boyfriend has been clinging onto you, begging for attention.  “Just one game.” Wonho said, with a pleading look in his eye.  

“YA! HOSEOK! I swear if you don’t leave me alone…” you voice trailed off, clearly evident that you were annoyed.  Wonho looked frightened, he knew you would never use his real name unless it was serious, and you were seriously angry.  “I’m not like you okay.  I don’t have a stable career that can make me lots of money yet.  I need this degree in order to do well in the future.  All you have to do is stand on stage and take off your shirt, look good for the cameras.”  “You think that’s all I do, Y/N?  Do you know how much work and effort goes into producing and album?  From all those late night recording sessions and dance practices?  You think that’s easy?”  he yelled back at you.  Next thing you knew, the two of you were yelling at each other, voices raised high and before you knew it, Wonho had left the room and slammed the door behind him.  You were relieved to finally get some quiet time but at the same time, immensely guilty.  This wasn’t how you wanted it to be.   

That night was torture, you were sleeping alone in your shared bed and it felt so empty.  You didn’t mean to raise your voice at him, you didn’t mean to say the things you did.  You were stressed, very stressed.  And with stress comes all these emotions that you just can’t control.  You rolled around in bed, not being able to get any sleep at all.  You decided to go see what Wonho was doing so you got up, and walked into the living room.  Looking around the living room, you see in a distance, Wonho curled up on the sofa sound asleep.  You sighed, you didn’t want it to end like this.  You began walking closer towards him quietly, not wanting to wake him up and sat down on the floor, looking at his innocent face.  

“This wasn’t how I wanted it to be.  I’m sorry for the way I acted.  It’s just I’ve been so stressed with school and my degree.  Everyone else is doing so well and it makes me feel like a failure.  My boyfriend is an idol and I don’t want to ruin his reputation when people find out he’s dating someone useless like me.” you start muttering to yourself, a tear slowly falling down your face.  “You’re not useless or a failure Y/N.”  You slowly look up to see Y/N smiling at you.  He raises a hand and gently wipes the tear away from your face.  “I’m sorry I raised my voice at you, too.  I was afraid and scared.  I didn’t know what took over me.  Please forgive me.”  “Only if you forgive me too.” Wonho nodded and you leaned in for a hug and he gave you a kiss.  “Please come back inside, it’s lonely without you.”  you begged.  He smiled and got off the couch, following you back into your bedroom and tucked the two in.  His arms wrapped around your waist and you smiled.  This was the best feeling and you never want to have him away again.  

- Admin N 

anonymous asked:

Imagine kyle and hux taking care of someone's kid.or their own.

K, but imagine actually being this kid.



  • lets you watch watch him swinging around his lightsaber, and sometimes allows you to destroy stuff with it (only under his strict control)
  • has super cool friends (knights of Ren)
  • makes people that annoy both of you fly and breathe in a strange way
  • tells you about cool stuff like Lord Vader, Deathstars and such
  • when in good mood, carries you around on his shoulders. Then, you can look down at everybody and give people orders!


  • cheats while playing guessing games
  • never lets you wear his helmet



  • has a lot of fancy sweets
  • Aunt Phasma comes to play with you sometimes
  • happens to tell you an interesting story/legend of old times, buut you prefer listening to uncle Kylo anyway. “He has music and a lightsaber!” you tell him.
  • Millicent
  • sometimes looses in the guessing games


  • is boring
  • makes you sit in his office, along with him, for hours and oh my, when is mom going to pick you up already?
  • doesn’t let you go to the bridge with him
  • desn’t let you destroy stuff
  • picks the most boring stormtroopers to watch over you, when he needs to leave the office
  • teaches you how to read with the copy of the First Order’s rules
  • makes you wear uncomfortable, fancy mini uniform

What is going ons:

  • sometimes kisses uncle Kylo very long, but then hits him in the head and tells him that he’s stupid

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Highway to Hell - Demon!Luke pt. 3

A/N: This part is a lot longer than the first two (and probably most of the rest to come) so I won’t be posting part four tomorrow. I also need to catch up on it and write more because honestly this is all I have right now. I didn’t expect 10 pages to go by so quickly! But like usual, let me know what you guys think!

part one / part two

           My head pounded and everything looked like a giant blur, but not because I was drunk or hung over.

           “But why do I multiply everything by pi?” I asked again.

           “That’s part of the second equation,” Luke tried to explain. It was Wednesday night and we were both free for once, so he came to my room in an attempt to help me with calc. As usual, Brooke was in her boyfriend’s room so we didn’t have any interruptions. “When you divide this by this and take it all to the seventh power, you need to multiply the answer by pi.”

           “Yeah but why is it always pi? Why is pi the magic number for everything? Why isn’t it ever 12? Maybe I want to multiply the entire equation by 12 instead of a number with 18 million decimal points,” I whined, shoving my face into my hands.

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Crimson Sun’s FFVII Cards are AMAZING!!!

Like any proper stal–I mean, fan of the wonderful @crimson-sun, I partially haunted the Blog of Awesome until these babies were open for ordering again–and I managed to have money this time around, so myself and a friend could have a deck of our own!

The artwork is gorgeous and the life in each character, just shines, in my opinion. The materials themselves are good quality and the colors are vibrant without being overwhelming, enabling long hours of play. Each card is different, just like their number and suit, with their name so even those not familiar with the adventures of SOLDIER and ShinRa, get introduced into this world.