i think he's practiced the art of making puppy dog eyes or something


So I decided to do a little collaboration with the beautiful @sketchyy-pencil with using her art as inspiration to write HCS for the cute doggies c: I have her permission to use her art. The drawings are hers and you can find the post HERE with their names HERE

Zen’s Dog: Jun the Siberian Husky

  •  He was hungry for love… hungry for being wanted… hungry for someone to run up to him and welcome him home…. but also… someone to be there for him as a friend…..who looks up to him…. THAT IS WHY HE GOT A DOG.  Dogs are loyal, love you unconditionally, will welcome you home, will look up to you, THEY ARE A MANS/WOMENS BEST FRIEND COME ON. He went to a breeder, and found this dog who was being ignored by everyone else. All of its brother and sisters were playing without him and when hew white dog tried to play with them, they growled at him and he walked away. THE FEELS WERE HIT OKAY. ZEN WAS GETTING THOSE FLASHBACKS AND HE RAN TO THE DOG AND HUGGED HIM SAYING THAT HE WILL BE HIS NEW FATHER. He took the puppy home and educated himself on how to take care of a husky. 
  • Look, Zen becomes the way Jumin is with Elizabeth the 3rd. Zen practices his lines with the dog. He got a little care seat on his motorcycle so the dog can go with him to his special place. You do not fuck with his dog. The dog is like an exact replica of Zen. White fur with Red eyes making all the other dogs want to be him or want to be with him. The dog is really there for Zen in a emotional level. They both know how it is to be ignored and not loved. Okay TBH, Jun rarely gets dog food, he gets meat, chicken, ham, all that good stuff. Zen makes sure he runs the the fat off so he doesn’t get sick D: He makes sure the dog takes frequent ice baths c: He loves to go to the park and play catch with his doggie. They cant be there for long because of fans wanting to take pictures. BEST BELIEVE THIS DOG IS THERE POSING FOR THE PHOTO

Yoosung’s Dog: Rin the Corgi

  • Yoosung was tired of feeling lonely all the time and he decided to do something about it. He decided to join a new club at campus and he decided to join the CORGI APPRECIATION SQAUD club. He always wanted to be apart of a squad so he was an active member c: He started to find appreciation to the breed and decided to get one of his own c: The club gave him directions to this adoption center and thats where he met his best friend RIN THE CORGI :,D Rin was Yoosungs hype dog! Yoosung bought LOL shirts for her and everything. He loVES PLAYING WITH HER TINY LITTLE LEGS!!! HE LIKS TO FLICK IT AND SING TO HER WHILE HE RUBS HER BELLY. SHE BRINGS HIM HAPPINESS. LIKE HE BUYS PAJAMAS FOR HER AND EVERYTHING. REASON TO LIVE. REASON TO DO GOOD IN SCHOOL. SHE IS JUST A GOOD GIRL. LOVES TO HUG. SHE TRIPS SOMETIMES BUT ITS OKAY. YOOSUNG PICKS HER UP AND TAPS HER BUT A BIT. 

Saeran’s Dog: Ciel the Doberman

  • Saeran actually met Ciel in the worst way possible. Ciel was Saerans personal guardian angel.
  • When Rika manipulated Saeran to join Mint Eye, he wasn't “conditioned” yet. He didnt know what Rika meant by that but 2 months later he was locked in the basement with little food and water. Men wearing white robes and black masks came in the basement and hosed down Saeran leaving him soaked and wet. They have him eat special food 3 times a day and thats all he gets. He doesn’t have clothes or a blanket. He just has a mattress and a pillow. He couldn’t believe Saeyoung would trade his freedom for his brother. Rika finally was convincing him that Saeyoung left him to die and that he must be cleansed by the lord. “The enemy is the RFA. The stole my happiness away from me. My main target is my own flesh and blood Saeyoung Choi. Mission? To Kill Him.” That was all he was thinking about when he was holding himself in the night trying to spread warmth throughout his body. Later in the night, he heard rapid footsteps around the basement. He thought it was a rat but he rubbed his eyes to try and see better. His vision cleared a bit and he saw a white puppy hiding behind one of the boxes holding bread in its mouth. The puppy looked at Saeran and ran into one of the empty boxes. Saeran went closer to the pups territory and kneeled down extending its hand so the puppy can know Saeran means no harm. The puppy trusted him and from that day on, the dog shared its stolen meal with Saeran and cuddled with him in the night so they both can stay warm. 
  • However one afternoon, the puppy was hiding in its box waiting for nightfall to sneak out and grab food. The puppies nap was rudely interrupted when Rika and her followers barged into the basement to beat up Saeran because they accused him of stealing food. The three masked men were punching and kicking him leaving Saeran defenseless. The puppy didn’t think twice leaving his hidden box and went to attack the men. The puppy was biting their legs as if they were pieces of meat protecting his friend. Rika saw what was happening and was about to attack the puppy till Saeran interfered and protected his friend. Saeran finally decided to fully join her and her cult if they let him and his friend live like decent beings. Rika agreed knowing the medicine was now taking affect. She gave them a room and Chef to feed them and everything. From that day on, they were eachs other ride or die.

Jihyun/V’s Dog: Angel the Australian Shepard 

  • Angel traveled around the world with V. She is a very loyal and friendly dog. The only problem V had with Angel is that for an odd reason, she hated Rika. Whenever Rika walked into the room, Angel growled and walked away. When Rika tried to cuddle with V, Angel jumped on the couch and sat on his lap demanding attention. Rika hated Angel and Angel hated her. She tried to convince V to get rid of Angel because her excuse was it was “damaging the relationship”. He told her no that he rather lose her than Angel. Angel barked and slept with V while Rika was planning on a thing called Mint Eye. Rika told V about her idea and Angel went and laid on top of V and growled at her. A sun can always disappear but an Angel will always be there.

MC’s Dog: Shin the Dalmatian

  • This dog is legit the worse dog guard ever. Zen convinced MC to get a dog to make sure she is safe and protected. She told Zen she already had a dog and that her name was Shin and that she was your pride and joy. The whole RFA felt better knowing you had a dog there ready to protect its master from any harms way. 
    • V saw the messages and began to freak out thinking the dog could possibly smell the bomb so he just never logged back in LMAO IM SORRY  HE HAS IMPORTANT SHIT TO DO 
  • However, MC didnt tell them that Shin is the most friendliest dog ever. She plays with everyone and loves to play little jokes. MC usually smiled because Shin had the same personality as the person who gave MC the adorable Dalmatian, MC’s grandfather c: Whenever she had to make phone calls or answer emails for the party, Shin was mostly annoyed because she wasn’t getting any attention
    • When MC heard her window shattered she was frighten seeing a white haired man in her home. She knew that was Unknown but before she could say anything, Shin jumped ontop of the man knocking him to the floor. Shin was wagging her tail with a ball in her mouth. Unknown did not expect that reaction. 
      • EXTRA BONUS 
        • Unknown started to play fetch with Shin and joined them for dinner eating spaghetti with them. 

Seven’s Dog: Chip the Shibu Inou 

  • He was inspired to get this dog because he saw a meme on social media about Doge and he wanted one so bad. Screw Elly, if she didnt want or need his love, he was going to give it to someone who needs it. He decided to go to a shelter hoping he can find famous meme breed and after 8 different shelters, he couldn’t find the meme breed D: He was beginning to lose hope but he decided to try one more shelter. When he entered the shelter, he saw a 7 month year old Shibu Inu and he screeched like a little girl. He ran towards their cage and was beginning to baby talk to it. He paid for the papers and everything. He didnt prepare to have a animal in its home, so he fed it honey buddah chips. When the dog stuck his face inside the bag it got stuck and Seven began laughing. He removed the bag from the puppies face and noticed there was a chip on it heads. He decided to call his perfect companion Chip :) Short for Honey Buddha Chips :) The thing he loves the most is named after his love :,D 
  • Seven decided to wear a Shibu Inu costume and slept on the floor with Chip so Chip wouldn’t feel lonely :,) After a couple of days later, he brought chip to sleep with him in his bed because the floor was getting uncomfortable. When Chip started to sleep with Seven, Sevens nightmare started to fade away. The guilt he carried inside his head and heart was being cured by chip, but it didnt mean his episodes stopped. One night Seven was having episodes when he was coding because he thought he saw a code saying “Saeran” in binary and he totally lost it. He fell to the ground crying grabbing his own hair. Chip grabbed a potato and ran to Seven giving the potato to him. He then went on his lap and cuddle him giving of “I’m here, everything will be okay vibes” :)

Jumin’s Dog: King Charles the German Shepard 

  • Jumin only thought about getting a dog because he was getting tired of Saeyoung trying to sneak into his pent house and grab Elizabeth 3rd. 
  • He knew Saeyoung could get past the guards and fuck up the security system easily, so he decided to tell Assistant Kang to look for breeder that has the highest qualifications to breed guard dogs. He finally got the information from Assistant Kang and personally went with Elizabeth 3rd to find the perfect dog to protect Elizabeth. Of course Elizabeth must come along to help him find the perfect dog that is suitable for her taste. He had Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms with security guards around him because he was paranoid a dog might react aggressively seeing a precious feline. 
  • He entered the training camp and noticed how obedient the dogs where, but they already belong to the trainers. The breeder took him to the 1-2 year old dogs who matured enough to be obedient. He walked in the special area and there was this black German Shepard that has been eyeing Jumin and Elizabeth from far away. Jumin didnt notice because he was noticing how Elizabeth the 3rd was feeling a bit nervous. Jumin didnt notice that there was an untrained angry dog on the lose and it was heading towards Elizabeth the 3rd. Elizabeth knew she was in danger and jumped out of her fathers arm and ran for it, she put Forest Gump to shame, she was having her own kitty Vietnam flashbacks. Jumin notice the angry dog about to attack Elizabeth till a black German Shepard who’ve been observing the whole situation decided to attack the other dog and defend Elizabeth. The two dogs were fighting till the owner of the untrained dog got a hold of the rude dog and took him back to his cage for training. Jumin ran quickly to the fierce black German Shepard and notice it had a bite mark around its neck. He noticed Elizabeth 3rd climb onto the back of the dog and licked the battle wound and Jumin fell in love with the dog. He bought the dog right away and he was preparing paperwork to sue the trainer for almost hurting his precious feline. He welcomed King Charles with open arms because it saved his heart, his everything, Elizabeth 3rd. 
    • Jumin left a camera in the penthouse and camped out in his car to see if King Charles can do his job 
      • 1 hour later Seven sneaked in and right when he made it pass the kitchen, King Charles attacked Seven by barking and chasing him off the penthouse. 
        • Jumin trained him to not the hurt the RFA but to scare them LMAO 
          • when he noticed everything on the camera, he bought King Charles a diamond collar. 

Jaehee’s Dog: Mocha the Beagle

  • This precious little Beagle is Jaehees best friend. She is always waiting for Jaehee to come home from a long day of being Jumins slave. She picked up Mocha while she kicked off her shoes and threw her fake as glasses on the couch. She gave Mocha a quick kiss on her adorable forehead and gently flicked her long soft ears. UGH MOCHAS EARS. 
  • Jaehee then went to kitchen and placed Mocha on the chair and began talking to Mocha about her day while making coffee. People may not believe her when she tells them, but Mocha actually responds back by giving different variations of a bark. If she disagrees with something, mostly what Jumin makes her do, Mocha gives a mad bark with a little growl. If she agrees, she barks happily with a little pant. 
  • Jaehee just smiles at her canine thanking the moment she first met Mocha. 
  • *flashback*
  • It was a heavy rainstorm that on particular night and Mr. Han offered to take Jaehee to her apartment because she took a cab to work. She politely agreed and hold and umbrella over Mr. Hans head so he wouldn’t get wet. 
    • Her whole left shoulder was soaking wet but she had to do it for her boss. They were halfway there to the limo but she heard a faint cry. She stopped and Mr. Han got a bit week and looked annoyed. He was tugging her to continue walking but she didnt. She kept looking for the noise and saw a box with a little head poking outside of it. She dragged Mr. Han to the car and pushed him inside and ran back to help the helpless creature. She almost lost her job but she knows Jumin cant find no one better than her. :)
cave me in

college au 

pairing: jinyoung | reader 

genre: fluff + slight angst

word count: 4.658

requested by anon 

description: you should’ve known that asking your best friend turned ex-boyfriend for a favor would never turn out the way you expected. 

The moment you come to a stop outside the clandestine coffee shop that sits a few meters away from the Engineering Research Building, you know you have screwed up. 

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anonymous asked:

could you write the got7 maknae line neighbour!au,,,,i love your writing btw

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  • specifically chose an apartment with enough space for a piano,,,,,,,which means his living room is just his piano and like a rug there isn’t any room for anything else,,,,,,
  • but that’s fine with him because he has his computer set up in the bedroom so he can play games and that’s all he really needs in his life youngjae is a simple man with simple hobbies
  • he also won’t admit it but he spent more money on coco’s bed than he did on his own (definitely waited for ikea’s end of year sale or something for that)
  • keeps everything pretty minimal in style, beige’s and whites. tries to keep his place tidy because he knows it would make his mother proud and he wants to leave as much open space for coco to play around
  • more dog toys in his apartment than there is furniture 
  • the neighbors all know him as ‘debussy boy’ because in the spring/summer when youngjae has his windows open the neighbors can hear him practicing clair de lune and it’s such a relaxing melody that someone will shout “encore!” just to hear youngjae play it again
  • he’s also just a really sweet, mannered guy so most of the neighbors don’t mind his music and some of the moms keep asking him to offer piano lessons so they can bring their kids over to be taught by him
  • and that’s exactly what he does because hey, rent is getting higher and making some extra money on the side is never a bad thing
  • but most of the time he can’t even bring himself to take the neighbors money,,,,,,,,,he ends up teaching on donations that the parents have to literally push onto him
  • and you’ve never been really interested in learning to play the piano,,,,,but you’ve lived across from youngjae for half a year now and every time you hear him play it’s like ,,,,,, it’s like stepping into a fairytale 
  • not to mention that when you see him, with that eye smile of his and that adorable innocent aura,,,,,,,like ok ok you might maybe have developed a little crush or whatever,,,,,,,,
  • so one day you as you’re taking the elevator up with him, talking about the weather, you suddenly go “i heard you teach piano lessons - can i possibly sign up for one?”
  • and youngjae seems a little surprised, mostly because his students are all children 
  • but even with his cheeks getting more red he tells you that sure, he’s free this sunday
  • and before you ring his doorbell on sunday afternoon you check your hair and straighten your shirt like one hundred million times but when you finally do, youngjae opens the door and apologizes in a stutter for the mess (there isn’t any mess tho lmao)
  • and you follow him to the pretty piano in the middle of his living room and you’re like “where’s your tv? o:” and youngjae is like “no ,,,, room,,,,,,,,,,, i watch whatever i can on my laptop!” and you’re like “you must really love playing the piano, it’s like this apartment is dedicated just to this instrument”
  • and you don’t even mean to make him embarrassed, but youngjae has to hide his face for a bit because he’s blushing and once you both sit down on the bench you confess you don’t have the first clue about what you’re doing
  • and youngjae finally seems less shy, smiling and putting his fingers on the keys and teaching you slowly what sound each one makes
  • and the time passes so fast as you two sit side by side and youngjae’s voice is so gentle and his laugh makes your heart beat a little faster
  • and then you try to play something on your own, but you’re clumsy and suddenly youngjae puts his hand over yours, guiding your fingers along the keys
  • and only when you’re done does he realizes that you’re basically holding hands and he’s like “aH IM,,,,,,,,SORr,,,,,,y,,,,,,,,”
  • and he moves his hand away but you’re like looking down trying not to hide the fact that you’re really happy ,,,,,,,, plus his skin had been so warm
  • two shy cute people that obviously think “they’re so cute” about each other but can’t even look into each others eyes 
  • and you thank youngjae for the lesson when coco starts weaving between your feet, nudging youngjae and asking him to take her on her walk
  • and youngjae is like “it’s no problem,,,,,if you want,,,,,,,,,you can come again,,,,,,,next week,,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like “i’d love to!” and then you look around in your pockets for the money you had brought but youngjae stops you and he’s like “i won’t,,,,,,,,,,,think of these as lessons more like,,,,,,,d,,,,,,,,da,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like omg does he want to say dates?????
  • and youngjae can’t bring himself to do is he’s like “like d,,,,,,da,,,dat,,,,” and you giggle and say it for him and he’s like yES,,,,if that’s ok,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you’re like that’s more than ok and you’re like if you won’t take cash payment then can i kiss you on the cheek instead??
  • and youngjae would melt into a puddle if that was humanly possible but he nods and when you press your lips to his cheek you pull back fast and youngjae wants to say something
  • but coco’s barking cuts you two off,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • it’s cute though you both lie in the bed that night thinking about how you could go from being neighbors to being much more,,,,,,


  • gets in trouble with the landlord because he throws parties every weekend 
  • but he always gets away with it because the neighbors are like “he’s a young boy, let him live!!!!” and also bambam has killer puppy dog eyes. they’d work on just about anyone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,minus like jinyoung
  • his apartment is a Mess. like im talking a real m e s s. his bedroom is just an assortment of clothing thrown into piles with shoes and accessories everywhere,,,,,,,half the time he ends up sleeping using an t-shirt as a pillow 
  • the only thing he keeps clean is a Buddhist shrine he keeps in his room as per request of his mom and if anyone even tries to go near it he’s like “i WILL chop your hand off” ,,,,,it’s really important to him
  • but yeah his living room is just,,,,like no one is sure what’s going on,,,he’s got like weird art on the walls and a neon sign he bought on impulse and like ,,,,, empty bottles from drinks and take-out cartons and underwear hanging off a lamp ???? glitter on the floor who even knows
  • his kitchen is even worse like when does he even do the dishes. does he even own dishes? nope bring your own dishes if you plan to not eat off like a frisbee when you come over
  • you know bambam at first because you hear about his parties, literally like you hear the party through your wall
  • and ten minutes later there’s a ring at your doorbell and some dude named jackson is inviting you over since there’s free drinks and food
  • and you’re like you know what ill go and that night you get introduced to bambam, who is apparently trying to attempt some kind of high speed dab balancing a bottle of water on his head and you’re like “why he’s doing that”
  • that jackson kid is like “oh, he’s doing it for instagram”
  • and as you continue being neighbors with bambam you find out he does a L OT for instagram
  • which is fine like,,,,,,,,,,,kids and their social media these days but before you know it you end up being asked by bambam himself for some help
  • and so you’re standing in his living room, holding up his phone and you’re like “are you sure this is a good idea?”
  • and bambam, who is attempting to do a handstand is like “anything for the internet is a good idea”
  • and you’re sighing like ok but if you come tumbling down im not going to catch you
  • and you start recording as he tries to lift both arms up at the same time to dab “upside down” which of course is a total failure like you predicted
  • and he goes falling legs, something sounds like it cracks and you’re like
  • “…………..bambam don’t move i think you might have broken your arm” and bambam whose just laying there motionless is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t move,,,,,,,,,,,it hurts,,,,,,,,”
  • and you don’t want to be an asshole and just leave him all alone once the ambulance comes so you tag along and the EMT is like “so what exactly happened?” and you’re like “he ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, fell while working out.”
  • and you’re not sure if he believes the lie you’ve just told but the EMT shrugs and is like “it looks like nothing is broken, your boyfriend just has a fracture.”
  • and you want to be like boyfriend??????? since when excUSE me 
  • but bambam makes a sound of pain and you’re like “ok ok don’t worry, you’re not dying”
  • and somehow you find yourself staying by his side in the emergency room and after the doctor has patched him all up you go out and get the two of you some coffees from the vending machine
  • and bambam is sitting up in the bed and you’re like “let me the first person to sign your bandage” and you scribble something like “don’t ever dab upside down again” and bambam laughs
  • but also,,,,,, he looks up at you and there’s something sincere in his eyes when he tells you that he’s really thankful for you staying with him and that you’re really a good neighbor
  • and you’re not sure what’s gotten into you, but bambam looks so handsome,,,,, maybe because you’ve never been so close to his face before but his features are so gorgeous
  • that you have to look away and conjure up a laugh to hide your embarrassment from locking eyes with him
  • but knowing bambam he’s sly and he’s caught on
  • and you feel his free hand wrap around your waist and pull you closer and you’re like “oh!??” and he’s like 
  • “you took care of me, so how about i pay for our dinner tonight?” and you’re like “bambam can you even get your wallet out with one hand?” and he’s like “i can try, for you.”
  • and you have the urge to like pinch him for being greasy all of a sudden but also like maybe this goofy guy who actually loves your attention a lot,,,,,,,,,,,,,is really cute and worth it to go to dinner with,,,,,,,,,


  • if the neighbors cat gets stuck in the tree, everyone knows to call him: the living giant of the apartment building, Kim Yugyeom 
  • the neighborhood kids adore him because they always beg him for piggy back rides or to sit on his shoulders
  • and he always stops whatever he’s doing to play with them and just be an overall cute angelic human being that we as people do not deserve 
  • has that kind of personality that makes people give him stuff for free and when he thanks them they’re just like “oh wait there’s something else i need to give you wait here a second-”
  • anyone who meets him instantly wants to take care of him,,,,he’s soft
  • his apartment is really well organized which is surprising for his age,,,,, like his closet is color coded and he matches all the patterns with each other
  • and he cutely hangs his laundry out on the balcony like his mom taught him
  • and just like,,,,,,,he’s so sugary sweet and simple
  • buys fresh flowers for his living room whenever he can. that’s the kind of person he is
  • and you’ve been pretty good friends with him for a while. he even helped you paint your apartment where you had to get on a stool to reach the ceiling and he just,,,,,,,,well stood there
  • and you know yugyeom has a passion for dancing, he’s always telling you about what song he’s practicing and who he met up with from different dance crews
  • but one night as you’re going up to the roof to just sit and think,,,,something you do every now and then 
  • you’re surprised to hear the faint sound of music beyond the door and when you open it
  • you can hear a song on full blast, and the sound of someones sneakers against the floor and you’re surprised to see the tall, lean, but familiar figure of yugyeom
  • and although you usually see him wearing some kind of long coat, turtlenecks and shirts from popular brands
  • you see that all he has on is a pair of old sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt, sweat visible around the neck.
  • his movements though,,,,,,they’re far more smooth than you could have ever imagined. you can tell he practices a lot, he’s so good that you can barely see any mistakes
  • and yugyeom doesn’t notice you until the song ends and you (embarrassingly) unconsciously clap
  • and it startles him to the point that he lets out a small yelp, but with the faint light from the streets below he makes out your face and smiles
  • and he’s like “why are you up here?” and you’re like “no reason, i didn’t know you used the roof to practice?”
  • and you can see him get sheepish, scratching the back of his neck and he’s like “my room doesn’t have enough space, plus i don’t want to be loud with my music. it’s so nice and free up here.”
  • and you nod looking at him with a still mesmerized expression and yugyeom laughs a bit and he’s like “don’t gape like that, im nothing special” and you’re like no what?? you’re so amazing???/ i never knew you were THIS talented
  • and he laughs again, but he’s really happy to hear you say that and you go over and pass him a napkin from your pocket and you’re like “your sweat!!” and he gets blushy again but thankfully you can’t see it 
  • but you’re also like “ill go, i don’t want to disturb you”
  • but yugyeom grabs your wrist before you turn and he’s like “if you want,,,,,,,,you can watch me some more,,,,,,,i don’t know if it’ll be entertaining though-”
  • but you’re already saying you’ll stay, sitting down comfortably by the portable speakers and yugyeom is like “pick a song!” 
  • and you shuffle through his music, settling on a chris brown song that makes yugyeoms eyes light up
  • and it’s really adorable,,,,,,the way he’s so passionate while dancing and then so cute when he’s just talking to you,,,,,,
  • very how should i put this,,,,,,,BOYFRIEND material  

anonymous asked:

rfa+ Saeran going to pride for the first time with with MC?

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH MY GUYS! THOUGH IT’S ALMOST OVER? (For where I live anyway, pride month is June! I heard some places celebrate in May??) I STILL WANTED TO TRY AND GET THIS OUT BEFORE THE END OF THE MONTH AAA ~Admin 404


               -You didn’t even tell him what this parade was for

               -All you said was “Do you want to go to a parade with me”

               -And he was THERE

               -Parade? FUCK YEAH! Loves him some parades

               -Fried food, bright colours, fun booths, cute floats? Yes yes yes!

               -You decided to just wait until you brought him to tell him what the parade was actually for

               -Though when the two of you got there, and he noticed literally everything was rainbow, he kind of pieced two and two together…


               -Was actually really honoured that you wanted to go to something like this with him?? Like you’re loud and proud about your relationship and that makes him giggle

               -Seeing all of the insane outfits was definitely fun for him!


               -“MC… we… we don’t have to be naked or anything for this.. right?” No baby it’s okay


               -I know I said as red as could be, but that’s because you didn’t think he could get any redder. But oh, were you mistaken

               -He turned almost glowing red when he watched you just shoving the condoms in your pockets

               -“I’m not gonna just waste these, Yoosung, that’s rude” OH MY GOD MC DON’T TALK LIKE THAT OUT LOUD

               -Was disappointed that he didn’t get to dress up or anything like that so you found a group of nice people with some body paint and asked if they could do something for him!

               -Cutie walked around with a completely rainbow painted face (yours matching) and could not stop taking pictures

               -10/10 sent any and all photos to the group chat, always talking about how much he loved you and this parade!

*ZEN: Male!MC

               -“MC! It’s the pride parade!”

               -Oh no

               -You’d love to go with him, of course!

               -Your relationship is…. well it’s absolutely perfect to the two of you but there are still those who question it

               -His fans are practically split in half between completely idolizing your relationship, and the other half just wanted Zen for themselves

               -So you were pretty afraid to attend pride like that, so out in the open, so…exposed

               -But he was a-okay with it

               -He didn’t care what others have to say about the two of you???

               -Once the two of you actually got there though, it was a m a z i n g

               -People would recognize Zen left and right and they would be so excited that he even showed up!

               -But when they saw the two of you holding hands, they practically exploded (in a good way)

               -THEY WERE SO ECSTATIC!

               -Their favourite actor is part of the LBGT+ community and they are HYPED

               -People are coming up frequently to congratulate the two of you on your beautiful relationship

               -He even sang a few love songs up on a few stages, loving as the crowds went wild!

               -The one thing he couldn’t stand though, was all the hateful protesting

               -He tried to ignore it at first but as the day went on he couldn’t stop himself from walking over and yell back at them

               -To prove a point, he pulled you into a deep kiss- eliciting hundreds if not thousands of whistles and cheers from the crowd at the parade

               -You had to physically hold him back from fighting one protester though

*JAEHEE: Female!MC

               -“Jaehee! The pride parade’s coming up! We should go!”

               -P A N I C

               -She loves you and most definitely isn’t afraid to tell you that, but…

               -She is afraid of others hating her for it? She really dislikes confrontation

               -But you assure her that it’s a completely safe space! It’s full of allies and others celebrating same sex love!

               -Agrees to go along, and even dresses up to match you

               -The two of you have adorable shirts with unicorns on it that says “Squad goals”!

               -Embarrassed because she doesn’t use slang like that but the two of you just looked so cute!

               -And honestly? Seeing all of the happy couples expressing their love, the loud and proud people just enjoying their time, thousands of colours and confetti everywhere; she’s in love

               -Like?? It’s a place?? In public??? Where she can kiss you all she wants??

               -She does every now and then but she’s still embarrassed the poor bby

               -L o v e s the booths!

               -Thinks it’s important to support those in the LGBT+ community who create works of art!

               -Honestly bought like 20 pounds in books solely because they look amazing and are by up and coming LBGT+ writers (not to mention they all promised part of the proceeds go to charities!)

               -She’s part of the RFA she feels it’s like an unspoken duty of hers to do anything related to charities


               -Lowkey wants to set up a booth next year for your coffee shop

               -“It’s a good business investment, MC” “You just want to come to pride again next year, you don’t have to lie” “A GOOD! BUSINESS! INVESTMENT!”


               - ah yes

               - jumin han does gay

               - im soRRY I COULDNT RESIST

               -He was kind of against going to this parade

               -Not because it was for pride or anything but because he was just iffy about all the people

               -Does he really want to go and be surrounded by thousands of people, all of them bumping against him??

               -Well one look into your puppy dog eyes and the answer was yes, yes he did

               -You had to convince him to leave (most) of the body guards at home

               -There were a few that followed a moderate amount of distance behind but you caught them lowkey fawning over the two of you when he would give you a quick kiss on the nose or squeeze your hand

               -Honestly a few other couples would stop the two of you and tell you how cute the two of you were??

               -It would get Jumin so flustered and you were SO THANKFUL because wow look at my cutie he’s adorable

               -If any protesters even thought about something rude to you the bodyguards were there in an instant

               -You dragged Jumin along with you as you looked at each and every booth, placing the beaded necklaces they gave out around his neck

               -The funny part is, he just let you?? Like okay MC

               -At one point the necklaces stacked so high that you couldn’t see anything lower than his eyes

               -He didn’t want to disappoint you by taking them off so he left them until you noticed and laughed your ass off

               -Definitely took pictures before you distributed most of the necklaces among the two of you and the body guards

               -“MC, do you think Elizabeth would enjoy this rainbow collar?” “Juju that’s not for cats” “….Would you enjoy this collar?” JUMIN NOT IN PUBLIC

               -He saw some… interesting outfits, to say the least

               -“Commoners are very… odd, aren’t they?” that’s rude

               -Saw someone walking their partner on a leash

               -The moment you saw him side-eye you, you jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow, eliciting a slight grunt from him

               -“Don’t even think about it pretty boy”

               -To get back at him for even thinking about walking you on a leash, you poured a ton of glitter over his head while he was looking at some merchandise

               -Actually chased you through the large crowd, picking you up and spinning you before kissing you gently once he caught you

               -People cheered because wow look y'all are so cute together


               -You wanted to go in support of your friends!

               -But more than anything, you wanted to go and support your boyfriend!

               -He was pretty against going at first, because he was afraid of what people would think about him

               -It’s not like he advertises that he’s pansexual, so what would his friends think? Would they change their opinions of him?

               -“Saeyoung, you just love whoever you love, it’s not as if gender truly matters, right? So why would our friends be against who you are as a person?”

               -That’s what got him thinking- you completely support him… so why wouldn’t his friends be supportive?

               -After all, they are supportive of all his gender-swapped costumes….

               -You reminded him that he didn’t have to come out if he didn’t want to. A lot of people who are simply just Allies attend as well, no one would know how he fit into the community unless he told them

               -He had seen pictures of a few parades before, and he noticed all the insane costumes people wear

               -So of course?? He had to go all out?? If he had to go, he might as well, right?

               -Completely decked out in rainbow body glitter, boxers with hearts all over them, and you even helped him put temporary hair dye to make it rainbow!

               -Honestly he was in love the moment the two of you showed up??

               -So many people dressed up insanely without a care in the world, bright colours flying everywhere, people being loud and proud

               -His jaw honestly dropped at the sight of it all

               - Every time he saw a dog wearing a rainbow bandana he’s smacking your arm- you have bruises by the end of the day

               -He’s yelling, singing, laughing, and you haven’t seen him have this much fun in a while and you were absolutely loving watching him enjoy himself

               -“MC! Look! Look at how proud everyone is to just be themselves, isn’t it amazing?” he held your hands and looked down at them, “I wish I had the confidence to be like them. I don’t even know where to start!”

               -“Just do whatever makes you comfortable and go at your own pace! Hey, you’re in a parade full of strangers you probably won’t see again, why don’t you come out to someone? No one here is going to judge you!’

               -So he did! Actually, he did quite a few times! And he felt a m a z i n g

               -So good in fact, that he told you he was ready to tell his friends!

               -He spent the rest of his day at pride asking people how about their experiences with coming out, getting tips about the best way to do it, and getting nonstop support from tons of people! He felt so at home, the next week or so he was clinging to you, never knowing how to fully thank you

*V: Female!MC

               -THIS BOY LOVES LOVE

               -Any and all love is beautiful for him

               -So he’s super duper excited when you suggest going to pride!

               -SUPER ALLIES, MC AND JIHYUN!

               -Honestly, all of the happy people, bright colours, glitter, and especially all of the couples obviously in love make him S O E C S T A T I C

               -He brings a backpack full of brand new SD cards for his camera, and he 10/10 believes he’s gonna fill them all

               -He asks people in the most outgoing outfits if he can take their photo, and he giggles at all of the poses they do

               -Up close and personal to all of the floats to get pictures of every single detail

               -When he sees couples getting cozy, he asks to take photos to celebrate their love!

               - v that can get a lil creepy

               -Always offers to take a photo on their phone for them as well so he seems less crazy

               -He’s pretty sassy when he wants to be, if you didn’t already know

               -So when he sees protesters with such hateful signs, he takes it upon himself to fight back

               -He finds someone with extra signs and holds them up proudly!

               -When people shout out hateful things, he gently asks them why they think that

               -Always talking to them soft and gentle, which confuses the hell out of all of them because?? They’re trying to be hateful?? But this soft giant is talking to them so nicely???


               -It’s such a large difference in demeanor and even you’re thrown off guard

*SAERAN: Female!MC

               -He’s actually the one who asked you to go to pride with him??

               -In private, he told you that he might… have wanted to attend… to show support for his brother?

               -He’s really bad at showing he cares but he’s trying to do it bits at a time

               -But when Saeyoung brings it up he acts like he’s against it

               -“Why the fuck would I want to go to that, there’s going to be so many people there, I don’t want that”

               - but goes anyway

               -He didn’t want to really want to dress up, but you convinced him to at least let you paint a small rainbow flag on his cheek (though it did take several days to do the convincing)

               -He was really grumpy at first, being dragged to and fro either by you or his brother

               -Having to squeeze through half naked, loud, or already morning-drunk people

               -Started to really regret attending until he saw how much fun his brother was having?

               -He had never seen Saeyoung this relaxed in his life and he silently decided he could put up with all of it for him, just this once

               -The two of you enjoyed visiting all of the booths though

               -At every booth, you get a  couple of bead necklaces

               -Saeran put them all on. All of them. All of his, all of yours, all of Saeyoungs.

               -Completely covered in bead necklaces, and he l o v e s i t

               -If you ask for some to wear you just get this look from him- not a glare, but a kind of look that screams “don’t even think about it”

               -He also demanded ice cream as much as possible

               -You tried so hard to cut him off but he just didn’t. stop.

               -Saeran pls there are 47 ice cream wrappers in my pocket p l e a s e


anonymous asked:

In a modern au, how do you think the ragnorssons would react to their partner bringing home a stray animal? Like maybe they found a puppy caught in the rain and brought it home


(I’ve actually never written any of the boys besides Sigurd and Ivar, so this should be fun. I actually might consider the Bjorn one… I’d love to rile him up like that Fifth Harmony song. Sending him nudes while he’s aT WORK SORRY NOT SORRY).


Originally posted by gheorgheandrei

His threats were more panty-dropping than brilliant towards your plan. But either way, you had hoped It’d work. The texts he had been sending you; the delicious promises, the nasty threats that had you quivering on your couch. 

You had gotten husband riled up for more of a distraction than you probably needed too by sending him your thoughts a few overly-suggestive selfies, but either way, you knew he’d be hauling you up the stairs over his shoulder tonight.

Another hour later, Bjorn was bursting through your front door and on your waiting form like a dehydrating man who had just found a pond of water  — hands, tongue and teeth, and you were one-hundred and ten percent right on him carrying you up the stairs. 

Your back hit that mattress with so much force, you bounced in the air, only to have his large hands slap you back down, followed by his body covering you instantly. 

“You have no idea how much trouble you’re in, baby,” He murmured dangerously, but the delicate touch of his calloused hands made you shiver. The contrast was head-spinning. “Saying things like that, sending me those pics? Thinking you can drive me crazy all day and get away with it? Bet you wanted someone else to see those — ”

A loud bang from downstairs cut him off, causing him to pause as he was making his way down your body, ready to rip your pants off. 

This was it

This was the moment, but as he turned around quickly, he looked ready to fight off an intruder, despite his eyes being lust-filled. You were sure his face went to shock as a golden blur jumped on the both of you, tail wagging, yapping and licking all over his face and large beard.

The look his blue eyes shot towards you was even more dangerous than before, and not as exciting.

Surprise, boo!” You shouted, throwing your hands up into the air, the puppy howling with your excitement. “I found him on my home from your mom’s house today!”

You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”


Originally posted by myfuckingfavoritegifs

Ubbe would watch you walk through the front door, water dripping from your clothes as tried to shake off the cold. He would stand up, ready to help you by gathering a blanket, and cranking the heater up, but it was not usual for you to completely ignore him  — no hello, honey i’m home


It was very rare you did that actually, and the moment you caught him in your peripheral vision, turning to the side slightly, and you(?) squeaked, he knew immediately something was up.

Tilting his head to the side, he cautiously approached you, watching as you tried to sneak up the stairs after already being seen. Grabbing you before you’d make it, he’d spin you around despite your protest. “Oi!” 

He’d shoot a knowing look to the kicking bundle under your drenched jacket, before giving you the same glance. “Really now?” He’d ask, amused. You always had a new way of trying to do this.

“It’s your fault!” You shouted, wrapping your arms protectively around the bump under your jacket. “You should learn to keep your hands off me better.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he refused to smile just yet. “I should be happy then!” He commented, watching your eyes narrow in suspicion and you shouted again as he rudely unzipped your jacket and the furry brown and white puppy flopped to the floor, yapping and jumping around excitedly.

 It was not the cutest thing he had ever seen —  long floppy ears that it tripped over, droopy eyes, stubby legs, and a large nose.

 Ubbe smirked, speaking softly from the corner of his mouth: “But I’d say it’s got more of your looks.”

“Because it’s so cute?”

Sure, sweetheart.


Originally posted by drogonstone

From: Ice Bear 

I’m gonna be home in a little bit! Had to stop and help with something!

His brows furrowed at your text message, wondering what you were even talking about, but when he tried calling you, it went to voicemail every time. Figuring you’d be fine, he tried to let it go. 

An hour later, his leg was bouncing up and down as he tried to sit still on the couch. Twenty calls and thirty texts. Still no answer, and you had even read his texts. He wasn’t sure which would of made him worry more  — no answer and being left on read, or no answer and you not reading them at all? Either way, he wanted to scream when you finally sent him a vague message, simply telling him you’d be home in ten minutes tops.

The moment you walked through the front door, Hvitserk was on your ass like a hovering mother, scolding you for not answer him, and hugging you, checking you over for signs of injury like you had just gotten back to his arms from being kidnapped. “Babe, I’m fine.”

His eyes narrowed, inspecting you one last time before they stopped dead on your arm and you paled, instantly covering it up. The man pointed at you. “Then what’s that?”

“T-this?” You stuttered, cursing internally. This was not how you wanted this to happen. Not how you wanted to introduce this. “It’s nothing, it’s just  — “

A really loud barking cut you off, and you whipped your head around, looking back towards your car and through the back windows that now had water running down them, you both watched the dog in the back seat shake it off . “No!” You whined, knowing you’d have to shampoo the car now.

“Is that a dog?” Hvitserk asked, taking a quick step closer to the open door, narrowing his eyes to see better.



“Hvitserk!” You pouted. “He was alone, in the rain, and hungry, and crying, and he was begging me to take him home.”

The look on your face and the story almost seemed to break him, his stern face falling slowly until he sighed, slumping over. “A dog..” He echoed, running a hand over his face. “He’s gonna need food  — “

“Got it.”

“A leash, a bed  — “

“Got both of them.”

Shots  — “

“Seriously?” There was shock on Hvitserk’s face as he look over at you, his brows furrowed. 

Rolling your eyes, you gave him a hard stare. “Why do you think I was gone for so long?”

A small silence fell over the both of you.

Do we really need another animal in the house?” He asked, confusing you. You were going to ask him just what the hell he meant until he gave you a cheeky smirk, looking your soaked body up and down and a flush came over you cheeks.


Sigurd really couldn’t help it, honestly, he couldn’t. His brothers would always tell him that he was too soft, let you worm your way into his heart too deep. But you were too adorable in his eyes, like a child who looked at the world with wide-eyes and excitement. Like a baby seeing Christmas lights for the first time. 

To him, your happiness was better than any art he had ever admired in a gallery, the sound of your laughter being better than any music he had ever heard, and the way you would chatter vividly with your hands about what you had just done despite the fact he had been there the entire time would always make his day a lot brighter. 

But when you came home that day from a simple trip to the grocery store, sopping wet and dripping onto the carpet, no groceries in sight but a tiny fuzzy ball wriggling in your arms, he was a little skeptical about having a dog in the house. You were both very busy people  — him helping his brothers run their family company, and you at your own profession. 

A pet might be too much for the both of you at the moment, he decided, ready to tell you.

That is, until you turned around with a smile so big he thought your face was going to split open, and immediately everything he was going to say, every reason he had to argue with just flew out of his mind.

He watched the little spotted puppy jumped in your lap, licking your chin and how you laughed, giving it kisses and rubbing your hands all over it.

You didn’t even need to open your mouth and his arms were up in the air. “Fine!” He sighed, a smile fighting on his lips. “We’ll take it to the vet tomorrow.”


“But it’s sleeping on the floor.”

“But, the bed — “

Ew, absolutely not.”


There was barely enough time for you to get into the house before Ivar opened his mouth, his eyes narrowed and his mouth set into a frown. “Hell no,” He was not going to have it, watching that soaked mutt jump around the living room like it already owned the place, sniffing everything and getting familiar. He already knew what you were doing, and he was not going to let it happen.

Not again

He was not losing another couch, or another one of his crutches to a dog. And a very embarrassing experience he preferred to not ever talk about.

“But, Ivar!” His eyes snapped up to you, practically rolling his eyes at your begging. “He has no home! He was wondering around in the rain!” 

“Uh, take him to the pound.” Ivar commented, waving his hand lazily as he went back to reading his book until he noticed the animal getting to close to the shelf and he snapped at it. It turned quickly and yapped at him, wagging it’s little nub of a tail.

“The pound is a horrible place for animals! Please, just one more try!?” You bounced on your heels, trying to give him your biggest eyes to which he just ignored, keeping a death glare on the little animal.

“You don’t even have enough time for a fucking do  —  “ Ivar stopped, jerking his head down as it began licking the hand that was dangling off his thighs. Hissing at it, he yanked his hand back, but it wasn’t scared at all, something he was a little impressed by. It continued to try and gain his affection.

It was almost as annoying as you.

Awh! Look, he likes you!” You squealed, dropping to the floor and holding your arms out for it, wiggling your fingers and it jumped on you. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you!? You just wanna give grumpy daddy some love, don’t you?”

I hate you so much.”


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A series of one-shots / One / Two

Childhood friends - January 2017

Part One

Little Lulu Lamb, are you making brews?

With dead eyes, I scowled silently down to the opposite side of the sofa, seeing Harry with his phone still in his hand, and his dimple there even though he was straining his smile. You could always tell when Harry was trying to hide his laughter, because his dimple would appear as proof, no matter how much he tried to conceal it.
But I played along, not saying a word as I text him back.

You make brews! It
’s your house, I’m the guest here.

’ve been here for almost a week now. You’re no longer a guest, you practically live here. Now get off your arse and make me a brew.

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a/n: happy birthday to @your-safety-pin !! (i tried to get this to post exactly midnight your timezone but i think i’m a bit late haha) youre one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met and I know chanyeol would fall in love with your if he ever met you ^^ this is too short and does no justice but i hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You, girlfriend to Tom Holland with a strong passion for art, are struggling to find inspiration for your next painting. That is, until Tom walks through the door. 

Requested: Yes!

You opened your paint bottle, eager to start a new project. Traveling with Tom was amazing, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world, but you had no time to do any kind of art. That left you drained, fingers constantly aching to hold a paint brush. Now, you were both home, and you had the whole day to start something, anything.

You were all set up, paints perfectly laid out, easel set up in front of you. A stool was set out for you to sit in, all you had to do was start. You cracked your knuckled and waited for an idea to arise. Anything would do, you just ended to clear out the basics so you could get to the good stuff.

A flower began to form on your canvas, you saw it as boring. It wasn’t your best work, and the paint job was mediocre at best. You set it down on the floor beside you to dry, and set up a blank canvas. You started at it, waiting for inspiration to strike. When nothing came to your mind, a sigh slipped past your lips. It was frustrating for you to come back to this. You had waited patiently for so long, just waiting for this moment. And now that it was here, you had zero ideas.

Suddenly, the door opened, Tom emerging. You smiled at his presence, looking over to him. When you saw him, your eyes lit up. An idea you wished you had thought of much, much sooner now popping into your head.

“Tom, could you do me a favor and sit right there?” you asked your boyfriend, a sweet smile overcoming your features. He hesitantly walked over to the seat opposite you, sitting in it and facing you. You nodded slowly, beginning your new painting.

Tom was clearly confused, watching you as you worked. He admired the way you concentrated. You had a very specific face you would make while you were hard at work, brows furrowed, tongue peeking out from your pursed lips. When you had that look, Tom knew not to annoy you. When you were in the zone, any distraction could throw you off course. The fact that Tom could recognize when you needed to be left alone without having to be told made you love him even more.

More paint was added to the canvas, filling the space that was previously blank. Tom had put two and two together and figured out you were painting him, and he felt honored. Art was a big deal to you, and he would be your muse any day of the week.

After you finished the majority of his face, all you needed was to do his shirt and small details on his face. Broken out of your trance, you looked up at Tom, this time not to make sure you were getting the slight curve in his nose correct.

“Can I see?” he asked, standing up. You shook your had vigorously, causing him to pout.

“I want it to be a surprise!” you exclaimed in response to his sour face.

“I want to see it now, though,” he whined, reminding you of a toddler. You smiled and shook your head once again, him groaning in response. He grumbled a fine, and sat back down on the chair before you. This time he sat comfortably, not needing to pose in the specific way you wanted to.

You got to work on his shirt, the basic grey color easy to replicate. Once that was finished, you moved on to his face.

This was your favorite part, making you almost giddy. You loved to memorize your boyfriends features. When you were laying together you would look at him and simply admire him. You loved it for two reasons, the first being that he had a very nice face, and you felt great privilege to be able to see it. The second being that it made him flustered, the tips of his ears would burn when he caught you, notifying you that he knew what you were doing.

You leaned in closer to properly see his eyes. There was no way you could just paint them one shade of brown. His eyes were one of your favorite parts of his face, you loved the way they were darling along the outside edge and got lighter as you got closer to his pupil. Squinting, you used a light hand to add strokes of a lighter brown shade.

Satisfied with that, you continued on, taking a step back every so often to see how it was coming along.

Tom, who was now scrolling through his phone, was getting antsy. He never did well with doing one thing for too long, and that plus the anticipation of waiting to see your painting was driving him nuts. He changed positions on the arm chair every few seconds, shifting and adjusting himself.

Adding one last stroke, you stood from your uncomfortable stool and paced back a few steps. You then pivoted, seeing your painting complete. A wide smile took over your face, and you looks at Tom. He was looking at you as well, puppy dog eyes in full affect.

“Come here,” you said finally, holding out your arms for him. He shot up from his seat and walked into your arms, getting to see your interpretation of his face.

“It looks so good, love!” he practically yelled, planting a kiss on your forehead. You beamed, proud of your creation. He pulled out his phone and took a million pictures of it, all from different angles. He sent them to all his family and friends, bragging about how much talent his girlfriend has.

The rest of the night consisted of him telling you everyones reactions to it, from his family, to Robert Downey Junior, he sent it to everyone.

Anthony, look how talented Y/N is!!! It’s me!!!

Leave me alone, Tom

Doesn’t it look great!!!!

Yeah Tom, looks great.

I know!!! Right!!!!

For the rest of the night, you laid together watching some tv show that mostly served as background noise. You both fed each other compliments about anything you could think of, basking in the good feelings. All there was to share between the two of you was love.

anonymous asked:

How do UT/UF/US skelebros react to finding out his SO is on a roller derby team? Especially if it's early in the relationship, and he finds out by the SO coming to date night with a black eye from practice?


“woah.. buddy, what happened to your eye?”

He’s concerned, definitely, and he’s instantly running through all the possible scenarios where they could have gotten hurt.  He keeps his panic bottled up on the inside, however, and appears calm and collected when he’s actually already imagining the worst-case and beginning to simmer in anger.  The whole roller derby explanation is something he doesn’t understand, but after a quick under-the-table Google on his phone, he’s amused.  He makes skating puns the rest of the date and wants to hear all of their stories.  Yeah, he’s definitely coming to watch this.



Papyrus makes a scene right there in the restaurant.  He’s so loud.  Everyone is staring.  He’s fretting and gingerly touching the bruise.  He might even straight-up pour his glass of ice water into his hand and then press a glove-ful of ice to his S/O’s face.  He doesn’t waste time trying to envision what happened; he knows that they’ll tell him if they want him to know.  And when he discovers roller derby, he pretends to know what it is so he doesn’t seem out-of-the-human-loop and offers to come along next time.  In his mind, he’s going to protect them, but when he sees what it is, he’s amazed.  His S/O is tough!  He spends the entire time shouting encouragement and strategies from the side of the rink.  From then on, he never misses a practice or a game.    


“uh.. sweetheart?”

His eyelights are tiny pin-pricks when he spots them walk up with that black eye.  He’s hand his fair share of bruised zygomas over the years, but it bothers him to see them with a blatant bruise like that.  Automatically, he’s tense and sweating a little, but he waits for them to elaborate.  Unfortunately, Red isn’t a patient skeleton so the longer it takes to get an answer, the darker his expression is going to be.  If they didn’t realize he’s questioning the black eye, he’ll snap, “yer black eye!  what the hell happened to ya?!” which may or may not result in an argument.  He doesn’t understand what roller derby is, but he wants to go along to the next practice.  Once he sees the sport in-progress, he actually finds it pretty entertaining.. and the sight of his S/O kicking ass is sexy as hell.  Yeah, he’s into it.  He even wants them to wear the skates to the bedroom.



Papyrus started off berating them for being late for the date (even if they weren’t), but when he spots the black eye, he’s instantly a mixture of concerned and pissed off.  How dare someone strike them!  But also.. did his S/O win the fight?  Does he need to teach them proper self-defense?  Better yet, does he need to go wail on whoever did this?!  His foot is tapping impatiently, his arms are crossed, and his irritation is rising with every passing second.  He doesn’t know what roller derby is, but he pretends to hate it anyway and calls it a waste of time.  Even so, he demands to come along because it’s obviously dangerous, and he needs to supervise.  Once there, he’s intrigued by the violence, but ultimately.. finds it a little pointless.  Skating in a circle and hurting each other?  What’s to be gained from that? He doesn’t listen to the rules. However, he does give his S/O pointers, claiming they’re “DOING IT ALL WRONG” despite his limited knowledge of the sport. All of his suggestions involve illegal blocks, but he refuses to accept that.  



This sweetheart is pouncing on his S/O in an instant, examining the injury and giving them big, puppy dog eyes that make them feel guilty about getting hurt and making him worry.  He offers to let them rest with their head in his lap if it hurts, and when they discuss roller derby, he wants to know all the details.  He’s excited to hear about this sport, but he’s also still concerned.  Why do they play it if they could get hurt?  He starts attending practices and games, and the entire time, he shouts his support while bounding up and down.  He’s the most excited one there–and the loudest.  "OH, WATCH OUT!  DUCK!  YOU’VE GOT THIS!“  


“hey, you ready to.. uh.. kid?  somethin’ happen..?”

Papyrus is apprehensive when he sees the black eye, his grin fading as he comes in close.  Gingerly, he grips their chin and tilts it back so he can better examine the shiner and try to determine the cause.  His gaze is sharp and searches theirs.  If someone hurt them, he’s going to want to do something about it.  The roller derby explanation makes him sigh in relief, and he drops his hand, chuckling.  He’s the only skelebro that actually knows what it is.  He thinks it’s cool that his S/O is into it, but he’ll only go to a game or two and doesn’t appear at the practices.  It’s not really his thing; he naps off and on in the stands.  

However, he’s attentive to any injuries they may receive and kisses every bruise.  

Locked Out

Summary: Bucky x Reader College AU. “You’re locked out, too?” (requested by @goimaginethiss) from this prompt list. 

Warnings: Fluff, college things, partying?? (there’s booze and weed mentioned and ingested), Bucky being soft and neighborly and a physics nerd, also slightly nsfw. there is kissing

Word Count: 1,922 words

College was hard. Of course people had warned Bucky that studying physics would be “difficult,” but he never expected they’d be right. So, here he was on a Friday night, studying for a test on wave phenomena. Steve said he was going out,that he “couldn’t deal with his best friend talking about different science things while all he was trying to do was have a peaceful Friday,” which made Bucky scoff and roll his eyes as Steve walked out. 

His concentration was broken when he could feel the thrum of the bass from the party down the hall. Another thing Bucky failed to listen to about college - sorority girls. 

He thought that all the warnings in the world could not have prepared him for all the Republican stereotypes of Kappa Sigma whatever daddy can get for his little girl. He assumed there were some semi-decent sorority girls, but none of them went to his school. Or ever would. So, bass thrumming through the walls of dorm 413, Bucky tried to plug his ears while lying on his stomach on the couch of his and Steve’s dorm, pretending that freshman girls weren’t doing god knows what to fit in. Bucky had heard more than enough parties in his three years at school to know what a raging, cops-will-probably-be-called party sounded like, and this was not one. Or at least not yet. 

Bucky did however fall off of the couch when he heard someone or something hit the door right outside 413, hearing several curses and quite a few cheers. Bucky closed his book and gave up, when he walked outside to attempt and give whoever or whatever slammed into the wall a fierce talking-to. He opened the door and was greeted with a girl, who did not look like a desperate freshman trying to pledge, but also didn’t look like a senior whose attention was anything to gain either. His eyes met eyes that even though they were very bloodshot, still looked absolutely breathtaking. 

“Jesus Christ, you live like that?” The girl asked, peering into his less-than-pristine dorm. It wasn’t his fault his best friend was a liberal arts major whose cleaning skills were just as liberal. He stuttered through an apology as he pulled the door closed. 

“Wait, I live like that? Didn’t you just run into the wall full force less than a minute ago?” Her cheeks flushed this adorable shade of pink when he said that. 

“I am way too stoned to run right now. I fell,” She giggled a little when she said this, only backing up her statement. He got a good look at her, noticing the fact that she had on a hoodie and pajama shorts with dogs on them, and small pictures of avocados on her socks. She seemed to take stock of what she was wearing too, as she pulled her hoodie down and tried to make sure her shorts weren’t riding too high on her thighs.

 "So, do you make a habit of bringing pot to sorority parties? I thought cheap beer and Xanax was more their thing.“ 

 "No no,” her smile kind of fell, which made Bucky think he had said the wrong thing, “I was smoking in my dorm. My roommate was pledging because this school hates me and put me with a freshman. I revenge-smoked most of her weed, and then felt guilty, so I was trying to uh, rescue her and bring her the rest, I guess. Which was a mistake because now I’m locked out of my dorm and too high to walk.” He laughed at that, remembering several occasions where Steve’s liberal arts major friends had afforded him some rather interesting nights in the dorm. Her eyes widened suddenly,

 "Holy shit… you aren’t a dorm advisor, are you?“ He shook his head laughing, “I’m Bucky. And I totally understand… the being high thing. I uh, I know what you mean. This might seem a little weird but I have a test Monday and was just studying and you can come in and kind of chill until your roommate decides to get back if you want.“ 

“Uhm, sure.” She looked a little hesitant and he tried to give her a reassuring smile. He turned around to open the door, only to find out… 

“So you’re locked out too?" 

 Steve trudged up the stairs, fumbling with his keys and cursing the broken elevator that was very unlikely to be repaired before finals this semester. His vision was still foggy even though his Uber ride had mostly helped him clear his head and sober up a little. He heard a giggle once he reached the top of the stairs and he could see two figures at the end of the hallway even though the party occurring on this floor was behind closed doors. He could see a girl who appeared to be in pajamas and a guy who looked awfully like his roommate was in fact his roommate.

 "Buck? What are you doing?”

 "Oh my god, Steve. Have you met Y/N? She’s like, the coolest. We’re trying to break into her dorm because she locked herself out.“ Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the pair, as Y/N was sitting cross-legged on the floor, trying to unlock her door with what appeared to be a meal plan card, while Bucky was just jiggling the knob unsuccessfully.

 "Jesus, you guys smell like weed. I thought they were doing room checks this week." 

"That’s why we had to smoke it all, Steve-o,” Bucky walked over to Steve and out an arm around his shoulder, focusing most of his weight on his considerably shorter friend. 

“I didn’t want to get our new friend in trouble. Also, I’m locked out of our dorm, too.” Bucky did his best to give his friend puppy-dog eyes even in his inebriated state, glancing between his roommate and the girl he had befriended, who was now staring blankly at the door to her own dorm, flicking the corner of the meal plan card with her fingernail. Steve sighed, giving his friend his best “so help me god if anything happens on our couch” look. Bucky pumped his fist, clearly excited for his friend’s silent permission to invite Y/N back into their apartment for… solace. This was strictly charity, right? 

“Y/N,” Bucky practically sang, trying to gain the sitting girl’s attention. She glanced back at him, raising her eyebrow. “You can come back to our dorm if you want until your room gets- ah, you’re roommate gets back.” Bucky gave his best convincing smile, moving closer to the girl and holding out an arm for her to grab while Steve unlocked the door, shaking his head and wondering when a couple of drinks had turned into this. 

“Please be gentle with my couch,” Steve grumbled as he pulled his backpack from under his bed and packed some clothes to stay with Sam. Any hint of inebriation left his system when he thought about what might happen on that couch after he left. 

 Bucky plopped down on the couch after Steve left, patting the seat to his left as a way to tell Y/N to sit there. While Bucky had sobered up a little bit, smoking again didn’t seem to help Y/N’s case any, as she still seemed a little out of it. 

 "I can’t believe you convinced me to smoke weed you randomly found in your hoodie in the hallway,“ Bucky sighed, running the palms of his hands up and down his sweatpants-clad thighs. 

Y/N giggled, "I knew it was there, I had just forgotten! I can’t believe you pretended it was coming from the party when the dorm advisor did come check on things!” They both laughed until their eyes met, looking at each other for about five seconds before leaning in, their lips meeting quickly. One kiss quickly turned into several, Bucky’s hands crawling underneath her hoodie to her lower back. Y/N positioned her legs on either side of Bucky’s thighs, sighing when she felt his rough palms move underneath her shirt to rub his thumbs against her ribs. Her thighs clenched against his as her fingers ran through his hair. He quickly broke the kiss his dilated pupils meeting hers and immediately softening. 

“Is this all right?” He squeezed her sides once in reassurance, making her squirm in his lap. She nodded, quickly reconnecting her lips with his.

Cotton mouth was the only thing Bucky could think of when he woke up. All he could taste was stale pot and morning breath. He also felt unseasonably warm for September, but maybe that was because there was a girl who’s bare chest was pressed against his- Oh. Bucky tried to discreetly catch a glimpse of the girl’s face without stirring her sleeping form. Bucky lied awake for minutes, wondering exactly how the conversation was going to go. He remembered last night clearly, but he felt nervous and his chest started to tighten up when he thought about what Y/N might say once she woke up. His thoughts were interrupted when she lifted her left cheek off his chest, placing her chin on it instead.

“Is it always so cold in your dorm?”

“It might just be the fact that you were lying on top of me so I couldn’t retrieve our shirts.” Y/N realized the state of undress they were both in s she rose up from where she was lying to quickly wrap her arms around herself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“Considering last night is fuzzy. I think I’m going to go grab my hoodie, brush my teeth, and transfer schools,: she had started to get up when Bucy’s hand gripped her forearm gently, not holding her against her will there, but asking her to stay.

“You don;t have to run off but I understand if you want to. For what it’s worth, nothing happened last night, but I still had a really good time hanging out with you,” she scrunched her nose up at this, glancing between his face and his hand on her arm and her sweatshirt on the floor.

“I had fun, too. I just uhm, I’m cold and still kind of sleepy and would just rather keep my tits covered in front of a guy I just met.” He let go of her arm so she could retrieve her top and watched her stretch after she put on the garment, extending her arms above her head and yawning. Bucky sat up and decided it was something that he really wanted to see more than once. 

“Since its only eight, you can stay here for a bit. You can sleep in my bed and I’ll stay here, maybe later we can grab something to eat?” She turned to face him again, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to warm herself. She looked up at the ceiling and bounced on the balls of her feet, pondering hs offer.

“Or…” Bucky leaned forward, readying himself to be absolutely rejected,” you could come lay down in your bed with me and then later we’ll make some food?” Bucky looked back up at her, smiling and nodding his head.

“I really like the sound of that.”

“Good,” she smirked, “because last one to bed is buying the ingredients,” she ran off to his room on her socked feet while he shook his head and chased after her, deciding buying food might not be so bad.

more-poffins-pls  asked:

Since Christmas is coming up (yay!!) how about some headcanons where Leo, Adonis, Izumi, Tsukasa and Koga are caught underneath the mistletoe with their s/o who's a bit shy? (I live for fluff and i live for Christmas okay) Thank you!

woops I misread this request and kept it for new years since here mistletoe is usually kept for new years eve…  so it’s a little late, but it’s still here !! i hope you like it ! - mod mademoiselle

Leo :

  • Leo didn’t give a damn about the party the school was holding, and only came for the promise of free food and seeing his friends. That included you, and you ended up getting stuck with him for a while, nodding politely while he was telling you about another of his “theories”.
  • He never actually noticed the mistletoe. Busy as he was telling you a grand tale of aliens and conspiracies, he lost track of his surroundings. Nothing unusual there. Until you pointed out you were standing right under it.
  • Leo just stayed there, gawking, eyes wide and fixed on the mistletoe. That left you ample time to regret telling him about it. Maybe that was taking it a bit too far ? What were you even thinking ? You were about to just shyly change subjects or apologize (you didn’t know which), but he suddenly shook out of his daze.
  • “Can I try something ? It won’t hurt, promise !” Now that was suspicious. With how brightly he was grinning, you weren’t sure you should trust him. And he apparently sensed your hesitation, because he started whining. “Pleeaase !” Oh, fine. Not like you could refuse anything when he asked with those huge puppy dog eyes of his.
  • “Alright, you ready ? It’s gonna be great !” You nodded, unsure of how to react. Leo smiled widely again, before he started counting down. You were a bit afraid he was just going to pop a cracker near your ear again, but decided to give him a chance regardless. “Three… two… one… uchuu~ !”
  • You squeezed your eyes shut, mentally bracing yourself for the loud noise of the cracker going off, but instead Leo’s lips brushed against yours. You felt his eyelashes batting against your cheekbone, before he leaned into you and pressed his lips harder against yours. Before you could even react, it was over already, and he was grinning as happily as before.
  • You think you heard him mumbling “Take that, Izumi !” before he went away sauntering, but you’re still not that sure about that part. You were still dazed from the kiss, after all.


  • That poor boy was practically a lost puppy. The end of year party was a bit too loud and flashy for him, so he ended up hiding in a corner near the buffet. When he spotted you in the crowd, he made a beeline for you immediately. And he followed you around for a while, too.
  • Adonis is not the best at making small talk, and he was mostly nodding at your shy attempts at holding a conversation. He did seem to be listening, so it wasn’t going too badly. You were slowly getting the hang of it when he interrupted you.
  • “Look, above you.” He spoke quietly but you were startled all the same. You followed his gaze and spotted the mistletoe, hanging insolently over the two of you. Adonis was just staring intensely at you, visibly waiting for a reaction.
  • “Looks like we have to kiss now !” was the only thing you eventually managed to stammer out. You were already cursing yourself when Adonis nodded gravely, seemingly lost in though. “You’re right.” Wait, what ? He was going along with it ?
  • His cheeks were the faintest bit of pink as he leaned down, and he ended up closing his eyes. Maybe he was getting shy too… His lips barely even brushed against yours, eventually settling at the corners, like he couldn’t pick between kissing your cheek and your lips. Eventually he slowly leaned back, but his eyes were still staring deeply into yours.
  • Adonis was about to speak when Koga interrupted. “Damn bastards put fuckin’ mistletoe everywhere…” Perfect timing, as usual. You couldn’t help but glare at him, slightly annoyed he just barged in and ruined your moment. “What ? Whatcha starin’ at, huh ? Did I fuckin’ interrupt something ?” To your surprise, Adonis spoke up.
  • “It’s alright, Oogami. Maybe… we can do that again later… ?” His voice died out in a whisper, but you’d heard him just fine. Even as he was looking away, cheeks reddish, his fingers had found yours and were gently squeezing them. Maybe you’d have to thank whoever put that mistletoe up…

Tsukasa :

  • Thank god for Tsukasa. That’s what you were idly thinking, as he was was masterfully holding the conversation and making sure you were having a good time. You were a bit nervous about coming to the school’s party, but any and all worries were forgotten now.
  • You didn’t even notice you were blindly following Tsukasa around the room until he gallantly offered a seat. “Please, sit down. I should go and fetch some drinks as well.” And with that, your dashing knight was off, coming back shortly with two glasses.
  • You’d gotten absorbed in his chatting and ended up eagerly discussing art with him. He knows so much, despite being so young ! You let yourself be swept in his enthusiasm, that is, until he seemingly changed subjects. “Now may not be the best moment to mention it, but… I have chosen this seat with utmost care.” When he realized you didn’t seem to be following him, he brought himself to explain. You couldn’t help but notice he was blushing slightly.
  • “W-Well, that is to say, I picked it because of the, ahem, decorations.” Nope, you were still not following him. What was so different about it anyway ? Weren’t all the seats the same ? Your lips parted, and then closed immediately. You’d just noticed it. The mistletoe.
  • Tsukasa himself seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment. He eventually shook out of it and inched his face closer to yours, innocently peering at you. “… May I ?” You just nodded, and then his lips were on yours. His boldness surprised you, just like his eagerness in tasting you. Too soon you were both out of breath and parted, eyes wide and cheeks red.
  • “I-I am sorry. This was truly… I apologize.” You’d never seen Tsukasa as red-faced as he was now. It took quite a bit of cajoling to make him understand he did not in fact assault you, and that you didn’t hate him. At least he seemed relieved now… and judging from how clingy he was to you for the rest of night, the sudden kiss left him feeling quite amorous as well.

Izumi :

  • To be fair, you thought spending your evening with Izumi at a party would be tense. It turned out surprisingly okay, which was a huge relief. Izumi even ended up monitoring what you ate and making sure you got enough calories and nutrients from it. Maybe that was his way to show he cared…
  • Well, he did complain quite a lot. “Seriously, forcing us to stay here tonight is so annoying. I need to go to sleep early, we’ve got a job coming soon.” You were just nodding empathically, and bravely listened to his ranting. Wasn’t it a sign of trust if he ranted to you, anyway ? “I can’t believe their buffet either. Do they want us to get fat ? Ugh. This is making me sick.”
  • You weren’t really listening anymore and were in a daze, until you noticed he’d been awfully silent for a moment already. He seemed to be avoiding your eyes, and looked rather uncomfortable. You shyly asked what was wrong, but he refused to tell. He did glance quickly upwards, though… Curious, you did too and your eyes fell on mistletoe.
  • Suddenly, you could hear the other students snickering. You could even feel the weight of their eyes on you. Well, that was embarrassing. Izumi pointedly ignored you for a short moment, eventually taking a sharp breath and looking at you straight in the eyes. “Hey. Are we going to kiss, or what ?”
  • You just blinked awkwardly, not sure what you should answer, until he impatiently clicked his tongue. “Let’s just get this over with.” Next thing you knew, his fingers were tilting your chin upwards and he was over you. His lips pressed hard into yours at first, but became increasingly gentler, and you even heard him stifling a sigh as he let you go. He looked like he didn’t want to part from you for just a moment…
  • Soon enough, the usual Izumi was back. “What are you staring at me for ? It’s just the tradition. No big deal.” You weren’t sure you should believe him. Especially not with how pink the tips of his ears were getting.

Koga :

  • “Fuckin’ hell… Why do I gotta be stuck here with you ?!” Hey, now. You weren’t such bad company, were you ? This party sounded promising enough, until the other UNDEAD members ditched you to go talk to friends. You ended up staying with Koga, mostly because you didn’t dare get up and walk away.
  • “I just wanna go home ! End of year party, my ass !” Yeah, he was in a bad mood. You were just staring at your half-empty glass, trying to find a way to deflect the conversation to something more light-hearted. Strangely enough, he didn’t thwart your awkward attempts at small talk and grunted in response. That was going better than planned.
  • The conversation was clearly one-sided, but hey, at least you got him to stop whining ! Sure, he only ever groaned non-committed answers, but at least he wasn’t ignoring you. You were so absorbed in your victory over your shyness that you didn’t notice he got eerily quiet. At least, not until he interrupted you. “Hey, uh… I think we’re gonna have a problem.”
  • Koga was looking up, a strange mixture of horror and shock on his face. You anxiously looked up as well, and froze when you noticed the mistletoe. It wasn’t here earlier, was it… ? Koga would probably think you brought him there on purpose, now… You were frantically looking for a way to explain things weren’t what they looked like when you heard Kaoru howling with laughter in the distance. At least someone found the situation funny.
  • Koga shook his head vigorously, but still looked rather dazed. Or maybe embarrassed. You weren’t too sure. “So, uh… We gotta kiss now, I guess.” Oh boy, he wouldn’t fool you. Not with how nonchalant he was trying to act. And especially not with how he motioned to slip an arm around your shoulders but gave up at the last second. Thankfully, he never noticed you weren’t quite buying his whole detached act, busy as he was checking no one else was watching.
  • He only leaned in when he made sure there were no eyewitnesses. You were about to comment on it but he pressed his lips to yours, shyly at first, then with more confidence. He even sneakily bit on your lower lip when you got distracted enough, chuckling softly when you hummed in protest. Too soon, he was away from you, eyes glinting happily.
  • “So ? ‘Twas great, right ? I’ll have ya know, I have great technique. Ya won’t find many guys who kiss like the great me— oi, what did ya roll your eyes for, huh ?!” 
have some viktuuri headcanons
  • so before they move to russia they go back to japan and stay for a while, and end up spending through new years’ there
    • they invite yurio with too bc new years’ at yuuri’s is lit like literally there’s so much fireworks and while it’s nothing compared to big fireworks displays in st. petersburg, both viktor and yuuri know that yurio lowkey appreciates the small but close celebration
      • because he needs friends
    • you know the usual endings pre-episode 10? THAT
  • it gives them plenty of time to say goodbye to his friends and family
    • you can practically hear minako weeping
    • they’re all jelly because yuuri’s moving in with his beau heyooo
      • also: yuuri and viktor get to show off their matching rings to the rest of the fam besides minako and mari
      • “guess who got engaged in barcelona?”
      • the triplets are hounding viktor and yuuri for pictures and they don’t mind they’re just so happy to be together and skate together forever wow
  • they also spend this time looking at apartments/condos over there in russia and ofc yuuri’s clueless because he’s only been there once and viktor takes this time to flash his sparkling puppy dog eyes in excitement
    • he gets to show yuuri around st. petersburg and he’s never been more happy
    • they settle on a place by the beach, just around where viktor used to live before he moved to hasetsu bc it reminds yuuri of his place back in japan
  • on that note: cue the sappy tourist montages and instagram spam
    • lots and lots of couple pictures per viktor’s request (not that yuuri minds, of course)
    • lol imagine all the restaurants viktor wants to take yuuri to just to see him try the new food
      • it’s literally the cutest ever viktor will point out every little thing that reminds him of something yuuri will for sure enjoy
      • and it’s great bc st. petersburg used to be so dull– for viktor, it was the same thing every day but now he has yuuri and everything seems so much more lively and he can’t stop thinking about all the stuff they’ll do and see and try together
        • viktor’s just a giant sappy romantic okay 
  • and let’s not forget the most important part of moving into their new place……… the decorating. the shopping.

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Cute Demon Crashers

I told myself that I wasn’t going to write reviews for games that I’ve played. But I just couldn’t not express how much Cute Demon Crashers means to me after my first, second, third, and subsequent playthroughs.

Cute Demon Crashers is an 18+ otome game created by sugarscript that stresses consent, communication, and trust.

The MC (Claire is the default name) is a college freshman spending spring break alone at home. Claire is sexually (and possibly socially) frustrated, which attracts a group of sex demons, three incubi and a succubus, who want to help alleviate some of that frustration.

In order left to right: Mirari is the bubbly succubus and the start of all the shenanigans. Akki, who is the youngest incubus, is extremely energetic, friendly, and very good-natured (they all are very good-natured). Kael, who takes on a more caretaker-like role with the other three, is extremely kind and caring, calm, and a bit of a clean freak. Orias is very reserved and quiet, but has some very sweet moments. 

Claire gets two days to decide who (if any) she wants to have sex with. Each of the demons has cute bonding scenes for each of the time intervals, which are basically day 1 morning and afternoon and day 2 morning. The interactions between the characters are genuine and wonderful. There’s more than a little encouragement to just be yourself. All of the demons are very honest with Claire and extremely endearing. 

Each of the four characters has a beautifully written, unique intimate scene. Before each new action, the demon asks Claire if she wants to keep going (or some variation). And there is even a little “STOP” button in the top right corner that can be pressed at pretty much any time during the intimate scenes. And the weirdest thing happens: THE DEMON STOPS! Not only that, but the chosen demon assures Claire that he or she isn’t disappointed and makes sure that Claire is okay.

I love this game. I love how much I learned from this game about what I deserve in a sexual experience. And I think that everyone over 18 should play through it at least once. You will love the characters. All five of them. You will love the interactions, the story, and the art. And you will learn something about the respect that you should have for yourself and your partner every single time you have sex.

Play this game. (Only if you’re 18 or older, of course)

Full review under the cut because I got extremely emotional over this game for personal reasons and not everyone wants to read that.

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Genre: semi-smut [camboy!jimin]

Summary: The story of how Jimin becomes a camboy.

word count: 4.2k

Chpt || 01 02

A/N: Jimin’s POV from about a week earlier. Also introduced Hoseok, Taehyung, and Namjoon! Mentions of Jin, but I probably won’t add him ‘till later. super late wow, life hit me though! um I hope you guys really enjoy this!!

To say Jimin needed money was an understatement. He was this close to getting kicked out of his university for not paying his bills, and he just got fired from his shitty job at the campus bookstore. At least not until tomorrow, apparently he needs to cover for someone and then he’ll be fired. What kind of place fires you one day in advance? All he had to do was ring up textbooks for students and he couldn’t even do that.

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Devotion - Chapter Four

 Summary:  Dan is a ballerina who’s practicing for an audition at Julliard, but he’s afraid of performing in front of other people. He meets Phil, who’s gathering photos for his art portfolio, and Phil helps Dan come out of his shell

Genre: this chapter is mostly fluff, but i promise there is more coming!

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 3.6k

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It had been three weeks since Dan and Phil met, and Dan had just finished performing in Central Park with Phil watching and supporting him.

The two had been spending most days together since they met, and they had quickly become each other’s best friend. It was common for the two of them to meet up at the studio and work on their respective projects. Dan would dance and Phil would work on piecing together his portfolio, and they would simply enjoy each other’s company.

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akaritakutranslations  asked:

Hi!!! Maybe a levihan fanfic? AU of your choice? Thanks

A/N: This is based on a prompt I saw awhile ago, but, basically, Person A’s child catches Person A staring at Person B, and then walks up to Person B and tells them that person A thinks they’re cute, or something like that, I can’t remember since it was awhile ago. But yeah, this is lame as hell, enjoy~ :P

Hange let herself heave a sigh of relief as she pulled into the Target parking lot, her slender fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel along to the Disney soundtrack Eren insisted they listen to on the way to the store.

She mentally went over the list of things she needed to buy; A new mop, laundry detergent, dish soap, bleach, window cleaner, and a bathroom cleaner. She was almost embarrassed to admit how long she had waited to buy these items, they were each long overdue. Though, in all fairness, her house wasn’t extremely dirty, but it was certainly beginning to clutter and become dusty. It had become quite apparent when Eren had nearly toppled over a stack of books on himself when entering her bedroom,

Although, in her defense, her job had been demanding as could be recently, leaving her with little time to both make sure Eren was well cared for and still be left with remaining energy to clean the entire house which is why she had chosen to do it today while she had the free time.

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Damon Salvatore - It Was Always You - Part 5

Damon takes you to Paris for a romantic getaway. It is a much-needed trip and it’s only made better by the fact that Damon is the one that you’re sharing the experience with. The two of you want to experience everything Paris has to offer, or at least as much as you can during your trip. The whole vacation is just so romantic and perfect. Of course, nothing can ever really go as planned in a world of supernatural creatures. Something happens on your last night that neither you or Damon expect.

Pairing/s: Damon x Fem! Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (very briefly mentioned), surprise character (I don’t want to spoil it)

Warning/s: Implied smut, blood, and a little bit of violence

A/N: The french is roughly translated from google so it might not be 100% correct. 

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Written by @fabulouspotatosister

Fanfiction Contest 2016

It mustn’t catch you.

You’re running. 

What’s going on is really quite simple to explain - there’s a hideous monster chasing you, and you are trying to get away. 

And this monster is very, very fast.

Go faster, go faster, you urge your legs, which are padding on a gravelly surface. It was a bad idea to wear your sneakers, because those shoes are very slippery against gravel. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, to wipe away the sweat accumulating near your eyes. You are not dying today. Not now, not ever. Not after all you’ve been through.

You grip an alien knife in your hand and it digs into your skin, blood dripping from a cut on your palm. You remember that a communicator is lying somewhere in the dirt, forgotten and lost, all because you yelped and dropped the damn thing. Now you have no idea where you’re going, just bloody following what the Doctor - yes, you are aware that he’s not there with you, just wait - told you before your clammy fingers let go of the walkie-talkie looking rectangle.

You can faintly remember hearing the Doctor calling out for you as you dashed away but could you go back and tell him that it was fine, it was okay? Of course not! You were being chased by something that you really didn’t want to look at, and there’s no time for reassurance in this kind of situation.

You’d be curious about those carved markings on the wall but you don’t have time - you have to get to the Doctor before the beast gets to you.

You can’t stop and cry about it. That’s for later, when you get back to the TARDIS and try to find that swimming pool that’s always offhandedly mentioned. You have a lot of plans for that pool. Maybe some of those plans involve a certain handsome time traveler, but those are thoughts that should be reserved for another day. 

The monster roars and it’s enough to make your heart skip a beat, if it wasn’t already skipping a bunch of well needed beats. The muscles in your feet are aching and your head is pounding, you can’t think, and you just need to run, run as fast as you can. You turn a corner, giving the monster ample time to catch up with you.

Around the bend, you can just see the TARDIS, that daft blue box, exactly where the Doctor said it was, standing tall and vines slowly crawling over it. You’re practically begging your legs to go quicker, because that ugly thing is right at your heels, its claws almost ripping at your shirt. You cry out and pull away, just before a guttural sound tears from its throat and it lunges at you, its sharp, bloodstained fangs biting just inches from your face.

“DOCTOR!” you scream, your throat dry, as the beast jumps at you once more and you cry out again. You’ll need a nice leg massage after this. You’ve probably lost weight. You call for the Doctor once more - you’re almost there, you’re almost there, you -

The TARDIS doors fling open and you dart in, giving you a good chance to take a look at the alien, a lion-like fiend with blue fur and ferocious eyes, before the doors slam shut and you drop to the floor, breathing heavily, vision blurred and tears running down your face.

You’re silently crying and shaking in fear and just desperately wishing that this horrible feeling in your chest would just go away, when a worried-sounding voice interrupts your rest. You suck in a breath and turn to look behind you, where the Doctor seems to be tied to the console with some kind of slithering vine, bursting with flowers.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but… Could you get me out of here?”

He gives you a smile and you’re glad to return it, pushing your tired self off the ground and cutting through the plant. The alien knife glows with a heat that could only be described as searing. The vine hisses while you slice through it, and it’s a pitiful sound, to be honest. You wince as the cut on your hand stings with the heat of the knife, but you keep going until the vines are in a smoking heap on the TARDIS floor. 

All the while, the Doctor’s giving you that look, the look that’s only reserved for people in pain, which does include you. Yes, you think you’re in pain. Running away from an alien that could have killed you at any moment is tiring, and makes your feet very painful. It’s also emotionally taxing, because there’s a lot of screaming and crying in fear. 

God, do you love this. 

It’s exciting, and that’s what you love about it. Considering that your latest adventure was very Doctor-lite, you were more scared than you usually were on trips like this. Being alone is no fun, being alone with a cute guy is kinda fun, but being alone with a killing machine is not fun at all.

“Thank you,” the Doctor says softly, rubbing his arms, and you nod. He stares at you, that puppy-eyed look still on his face (it reminds you off a dog you had as a child), then pulls you into a warm embrace. Yeah, you definitely needed that. He draws soothing circles on your back, the honeyed scent of his skin filling your nose, and you’ve never felt more relaxed. Honestly, the Doctor should have become a masseuse. He has amazing hands.

“Hey, easy now.” He brushes his lips against your ear and you shudder, in a good way. “Blimey, you’re in bad shape.” He pushes you off and holds you by your shoulders. “How about I take you to that pool, eh? I heard you talking about it a while back. You need a break.”

A nice wash and a fresh set of swimwear later, you’re lying face up on the surface of the pool, feeling the water lap against your cheeks and caress your arms. You feel slightly uncomfortable with the Doctor sitting on a lounge chair not far from where you are - you consider yourself lucky that he’s reading a book, not looking at you at all. It’s a tranquil scene, one only imagined by the minds of the most creative. Not saying that you’re not creative, but it’s hard to actually get this scene in real life.

You pinch your nose and push yourself under, watching the water ripple and wave. You haven’t really mastered the art of holding your breath underwater but you try. 

“Oi!” You hear the Doctor call your name and you resurface, paddling towards the edge of the pool, where the spry brunet Time Lord is waiting for you, a wide grin on his face. You wipe the water out of your eyes and rest your head on the rocky surface. “I know where to go next! Come on, come on, let’s go!”

“Where?” you question him, and he shakes his head. What a strange man.

“I’ll tell you later, come on! Wear something warm!” He stands and darts towards the console room. You sigh and pull yourself up, the rocks hurting the cut on your palm, dry yourself with a fuzzy towel (“Cotton from the holy sheep of Kaltesin, they were the softest sheep in that galaxy,” you recalled the Doctor saying to you - it was a gift for your birthday), wrap yourself with same fuzzy towel, and head back to your room in the TARDIS.

The Doctor often called you ‘a very lucky human’ because the TARDIS never or had the mere idea to move your room. Like many of the companions before you, the TARDIS didn’t like you, but she didn’t hate you either. She just doesn’t have a very high regard for you, being a companion, trying to steal her Doctor away and all. In your opinion, she was like the jealous clingy girlfriend, but could you blame her? You’d do the same - and besides, she met him first.

The console room is big and marvelous, two big spinning disks bearing various names in Gallifreyan, previous companions of the Doctor, faint violet light washing over you. The heart of the TARDIS shines a brilliant light blue, and although it was sparse and simple, it still dazzled you. When you had first entered the TARDIS, you’d said that it was beautiful, unlike the usual ‘bigger on the inside’ stuff. That had pleasantly surprised the Doctor, and he had told you that it was good to hear something else for a change, even if it was quite strange.

“Hello!” The Doctor peeks out his head from behind another part of the console. He pulls himself up and straightens his bowtie once again and you wonder why it always gets crooked. What does he do to make it like that? It’s like it perpetually messes itself around so that he can fix it for dramatic effect.

“Hello,” you greet back, slowly making your way to the Doctor, who is now busy inputting coordinates into the TARDIS. “Where are we going next, Space Boy?”

He grins at you, full and infectious that you find yourself smiling as well. “A new galaxy in the year 2960. It’s practically become a giant winter wonderland, and you know winter wonderlands are cool.” He pauses, and then grins wider. “I made a pun! And and accidental one too. I always love those. It’s filled with scientists but that makes it better, right?”

“Right, and that sounds fun.” You cozy up to the Time Lord, shoulders touching and hands linked. “Then what are we waiting for?”

The Doctor excitedly pulls a lever and you look up and see the TARDIS working its magic. The console room begins to shake and you cling to the Doctor’s coat, laughing and whooping all the way. Your heart leaps with anticipation and you give out a yell, adrenaline rushing through your veins like a hurricane. 

You’ve always loved the thrill of travelling through the Time Vortex. It’s always the same, but the new places you and the Doctor visit are always different. It’s like… It’s a bit hard to explain. It’s like being whisked back to your childhood, way way back, like ‘you’re three years old’ way back, and learning how to speak again. Or-

A sudden jerk, and you are flung across the room. You see the Doctor desperately hanging on, calling out your name intermingled with a chorus of ‘no’s. He’s dancing around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers and typing random strings of Gallifreyan text onto a screen, but all you hear sounds like you’re underwater. Your ears ring and you shakily get back to your feet before falling again. 

Your vision goes blurry and you struggle not to fall unconscious from the pain that’s blossoming in your back. The TARDIS ceases it’s rocking and the Doctor rushes to you, holding your face in his hands while you insist that you’re okay. He helps you to your feet and you almost collapse, your legs like jelly. You pry yourself off him and hold on to a random railing, determined to stay upright.

“I am not having a good day,” you groan. You’re really tired of being injured in some way and you wish you could just relax. “Where did we land?”

The Doctor opens the doors and looks out. You follow and look out as well, seeing a barren, snow-covered landscape with a dark sky. It’s ice for miles and miles, and you see dead bushes peeking out from under the surface. Flakes of snow slowly fall from the heavens. There are no homes, no strange creatures, and definitely no scientists. 

“We landed in the right place, just not in the right time,” the Doctor says, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and pointing it out, scanning the surroundings. “At least no one’s here, coz that would be very bad. I don’t want to ruin your already bad day - I want to make it better.” He smiles and steps out, shoes crunching on the snow. He offers his hand and you take it, the two of you gazing at each other before you step out of the TARDIS as well. 

The Doctor nods at you and you hesitantly snap your fingers, a nervous smile on your face. The TARDIS doors close and your smile grows, the Doctor looking at you with a twinkle in his dusted green eyes before he sweeps you up in one of his famous spinny-hugs. You wonder how he’s able to carry you and you’re about to ask, but then you ignore it, realizing that he’ll probably dismiss it to 'Time Lord strength’, which actually sounds pretty stupid, even though you know it’s true.

“You did it!” he says, his tone akin to a proud parent. He sets you down and you stumble in a dizzy daze. “'Third time’s a charm’, as they always say. I don’t really think three’s a lucky number, certainly wasn’t mine, but I might reconsider.”

You open your mouth to respond with a 'thank you’ or a witty remark, but the Doctor has rushed off, and you assume that he’s gone exploring, before you lay eyes on… something.

It’s a brilliant blue wisp of gas, dancing and swirling around before sprouting a jelly-like proboscis with a light on the end. The Doctor breaks into a grin and whips out his sonic yet again, running circles around the thing and scanning it while you slowly and hesitantly approach the gaseous alien. He places his sonic back inside his long, purple coat and reaches out for the proboscis - it flicks out like a cat’s touch before resting on his forehead. 

You jolt forward in shock as soon as the Doctor’s eyes close, but then you jump back when he opens them and they’re filled with a renewed vigor. He tilts his head to the side and gives the blue wisp and meaningful look.

To your surprise, the blue wisp spins in a circle and solidifies into a facsimile of you, and then a question mark.

The Doctor beckons you over. “Hey! S'alright - look!” He taps his forehead. “Psychic link - they talk without words. Come on, Hemi wants to speak with you. He’s made of hydrogen, that shouldn’t be possible, but he’s here.”

“Hemi?” you querie, tilting your head and walking towards him.

“Yeah, that’s his name,” the Doctor says, grinning at Hemi. “He told me, it’s really cool. Hemi’s lonely, he just wants someone to have a little chit-chat with.”

You gaze at Hemi, and it feels like he’s gazing back, even without eyes. His proboscis flicks out again, and you flinch, but the Doctor looks at you expectantly - you don’t want to disappoint him. Hemi’s proboscis gently lays itself on your forehead, and you suck in a breath. This is gonna be bad.

A flash of white clouds your vision and you instinctively close your eyes, a flood of memories rushing over your mind - they must be the Doctor’s - there’s Rose, Amy, planets, adventure, and of course the pain, the pain that he keeps hidden under a bubbly façade -

Never mind. Not that bad at all, actually. No.

The Doctor faintly calls out your name and you pop open your eyes. Hemi is still staring at you and everything is… clearer, somehow. The Doctor takes your face in his hands and looks you up and down, his eyes like sonic screwdrivers minus the buzzing. You wonder why it buzzes. You know it’s not a weird thing, but it still unnerves you sometimes. 

When your gaze finally meets his, he smiles and pulls you into a hug, which you gladly return. You’d love to stay in a hug for a long time when you hear a tinny voice in the back of your mind say, Um, excuse me? I have something to say.

You stop and the Doctor pulls away from you, then winks at you with a smirk - what a git. You wonder if that’s you thinking it or Hemi thinking it, until you finally come to the conclusion that it’s you and you hope to all the deities in the universe he didn’t hear you. 

Hey, don’t worry. The Doctor can be a massive flirt when he wants to. Hemi. You squint at him and he takes the form of a young woman in a small dress and goofy trainers before dispersing into gas again. What’s the word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and just a tiny bit sexy? She asked that. He replied with his name.

“Can -” You pause and swallow. Can he hear us? The Doctor, I mean.

Hemi swirls around. Nope. 

So, you think, just like private messaging?

Hemi turns into a question mark. What’s that?

Never mind. You glance at the Doctor and he smiles at you again. You’d think you gave him free fish fingers and custard the way he smiles at you all the time. So… Can we share conversations? Me and the Doctor.

No, not yet. Hemi’s voice has gotten higher somehow. He has to give you a psychic link first. So for now, it’s more of a me-you and me-him thing, not me-you-him. He’s a unique one, that Time Lord. Last of his kind, or so he thinks.

He says that quite a lot. The Doctor is frowning at you now. Was Hemi lying? Could the Doctor hear what you were talking about? A shiver runs down your spine. So… What planet is this?

Hemi gives off a soothing aura. I have no idea. It isn’t named, so… I try. I’m not that creative. He changes into a ball, his proboscis swinging around. I wish someone would come over here and name it.

Do you have anyone else with you? Family? You sit down on the snow and Hemi lowers himself, still hovering and a ball. 

Yeah, but they don’t care much for me, so I walk around a bunch. Hemi sighs - or what sound sounds like a sigh. Our kind doesn’t have names. Or a concept of them. I named myself. So they started ignoring me because they didn’t agree with the way I named myself.

I’m sorry, you think, somewhat unhelpfully. Hemi bobs and then forms into a copy of the Doctor. Hemi-Doctor tilts his head to the side and gives you that same meaningful look - and then he dissolves into a flurry of blue with a swinging proboscis. 

You love him, Hemi broadcasts to you. You love him, even though I have no idea what that means. I’ve seen it. It’s such a strong emotion. Hemi shivers, and you stand up. You love him. When will you tell him?

I don’t know. You sigh and shake the dust off your leggings. I don’t know.

“Doctor?” you call, and the Doctor turns to you, his hands clasped behind his back. “Thank you.”

The Doctor’s mouth forms into an astonished 'o’, and then he smiles. 

“You’re very welcome.”

“So what do we name the planet?” you ask, snow falling on your hair and forming a white wreath. The Doctor shrugs. You laugh - of course he’d have no idea how to name the planet. He wasn’t a namer, he was an observer. A very involved observer.

You lay your head on his arm and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Hemi watches you two and copies you, then disperses out into the dark sky. 

Thank you, you hear Hemi say, and you know that the Doctor can hear it too. I best be going now.

Bye, Hemi.

As you’re walking back to the TARDIS, the Doctor plants a kiss on your forehead. You ponder on Hemi’s words for a second and then smile, albeit a bit nervously. 

Yeah, you love him. You don’t dare to tell him though. He probably doesn’t feel the same way anyway. Probably. Or… well, probably.

You’re already resting on your bed in your room when everything goes dark.

Off to another adventure.

This is really just a cute fic. I am always up for some pining. No, really, pining is my favorite thing, and this is some realistic pining we have here with a very nice, subtle tease at the idea that the pining might be mutual. There were some very minor grammatical and spelling errors, but I once submitted a professional report with the word 'threw’ instead of 'through’, so I understand how that goes. The story might be a bit complicated for an imagine, but we can chalk this up to a whole lot of creativity trying to force itself onto the page. And, yes, this is very creative, and points can be given for the character of “Hemi,” who is both cute and a convincing alien.

I’ve mentioned Tix cares deeply about her minions, right? Cuz she does. To the point where she’s nicknamed all of them and interacts with them in totally unique ways depending on each minion.

So, here’s Tix and two of her minions–Skitters the Bone Fiend and Hunk the Flesh Golem! Tix acts as if Skitters was basically a weird fleshy bone puppy, and Skitters seems to respond as if he was one. There’s a non-zero chance that Skitters is at least partially made out of dog skeletons.

Hunk is much higher intelligence, and even though he doesn’t actually speak, or have eyes, or any capability for expression whatsoever, he’s very good at body language and is sort of like… in a weird way, Tix’s companion type thing. When Tix is moping, he’ll just sort of hang around until she opens up, and she often will just vent/complain to him. He’ll also push her to try new things, help her make decisions, and, when she’d being reluctant to do something, will nudge her into it.

He also sometimes gives her judgmental stares when she’s doing stupid stuff.


Glory Days

It’s senior year of high school for the Loser’s Club, but they aren’t the Losers club anymore. They’ve drifted apart, but some type of fate binds them together even though one member isn't  so inclined to make amends. For Eddie Kaspbrak, it becomes his goal to bring their estranged friend Richie back into their lives. 

Reddie fic that takes place in 2017, with punk!richie and pitcher!eddie and a lot of teen angst. (968 words)

Chapter 1: New Year, Old You.

The high school seemed much smaller than Eddie remembered from last year. Even though he passed by it on his bike all summer long, standing in front of it now with his backpack slung over one shoulder he felt like it was somehow bowing before him. The worn, grey brick facade, the glossy yellow-brown tile floor, the hospital blue lockers: They had all lost they’re novelty and were as familiar to him as the back of his hand. And it made sense. Eddie was a senior now, the school was his stomping ground.

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