i tried to make a new coloring and ended up making kinda the same than usual

honorary-penderwicks  asked:

Here's a thing I just re-watched civil war and when tony says "you're done stay down" peter starts to get up and then grabs the side of his chest the same way I do when I go a little overboard while binding. I bet before that fight he had never done so much physically and I also bet that the suit didn't have a binder in it yet because tony didn't know so he wore it without thinking about the exertion. Anyways just another trans peter thought I had thanks

peter doesn’t usually like binding bc his breasts are small enough that if he wears a oversized shirts and enough layers you can hardly tell he isn’t totally flat chested, but he still brings his binder with him to berlin just in case.

and he wasn’t going to bind during the fight bc his homemade suit is super baggy, but then tony makes him such an awesome suit…. but it’s skin tight. but it’s so COOL. and he knows it’s dumb, he KNOWS that, but he decides to bind. he reasons it’ll be okay because of his advanced healing factor, and besides — he’s spider-man!! he’s like 100 percent sure that he’s gonna kick captain america’s butt without even trying, let alone enough to feel the effects of his binder. 97 percent sure.

but hours later he’s laying on the tarmac of the airport, tony has just flown off effectively benching him from the fight, and he can’t move. everytime he tries to sit up his ribs feel like they’re gonna crack, if they haven’t already. and suddenly he’s aware of how lightheaded he is. he’s going to pass out. shit, how did he not notice this before?? it must have been all the adrenaline?? he didn’t know, didn’t have the energy to even think about it. he tried to sit up one more time, and that’s what caused his vision to spot up and go black.

he wakes up in his hotel room, momentarily confused about his surroundings. but then he remembers he’s in berlin and he relaxes back into the bed. but then he remembers the fight, that giant ant dude (hah, oxymoron), he remembers mr. stark flying off, he remembers not being able to breathe. but he can breathe now…

he tries to bolt upright but a sharp pain in his side makes him hiss and fall back to the bed.

“well, good morning, moron. or should i say good afternoon,” tony says, sitting in the chair on the other end of the room. he looks bored, scrolling through his phone. he also looks way more beaten up than he did when peter last saw him.

“how long have i been out?” peter says. he wants to cry. tony has to know. he has to. he wonders how many others know.

“several hours. oxygen deprivation and two cracked ribs can sometimes have that effect. but don’t worry, your healing factor is off the charts, almost on par with caps. you’ll be all healed by morning, if not sooner.” he sounds kinda of interested, and in any other situation peter would be tripping over himself to talk science about all the mutations he got from the spider bite, but right now all he can think about is his chest.

“who found me?”


“black widow?”

tony chuckles. “i forget that’s what she calls herself. how pretentious.”

peter laughs humorlessly and ends up coughing because it hurts. “she’s pretentious? have you met yourself?”

tony looks up from his phone then mumbles, “you and pepper would get along.”

“where is it?” peter says, looking up to the ceiling. he feels himself starting to cry, he hates it.

“where’s what? oh you mean that thing that was on your chest? that had to be cut off.”

and peter feels himself choke on a sob before he can stop himself, it sends a shooting pain up his side. “that was my only binder.”

tony whistles and peter looks to him blearily through the tears welling up in his eyes. once they make eye contact tony gestures to the table next to peter’s bed. confused, peter moves his head only to have his eyes widen. some tears overflow against his will.

on the table are four high quality binders, each a different color, two of them are short binders and the other two are modeled more like tank tops.

tony stands up and walks over to the end of peter’s bed. “natasha knows, just natasha and i. sorry about that, but it couldn’t really be helped. but if it makes you feel any better natasha couldn’t care less, and even if she did she wouldn’t tell anyone.” he rolls his eyes and scowls. “she’s good at keeping information to herself.”

peter’s kind of dazed. he didn’t expect this.

“do you care?”

tony shrugs. “i don’t care that you’re trans, what i do care about is your health. you can’t wear your binders when you fight, peter. c'mon you’re a smart kid, you have to know that.”

peter sighs, kind of relieved, kind of stunned, kind of happy, kind of sad, and very tired. “i don’t fight in binders, i only did it this time because of the new suit. it’s so tight… they would have seen.”

tony makes a “hmmm” noise as he thinks, then he abruptly claps his hands together and moves towards the door. “i’ll sort that out. but right now i have places to be. happy is right next door if you need anything, and even though your healing factor is incredible i still wouldn’t over exert yourself. good job out there, kid.”

peter says thanks, but tony is already making his way out the door. everything feels kind of surreal. he looks at the binders and smiles.

Kuroo Tetsurou - Relationship in 5 Steps

Originally posted by randomperson27

∠ words - 3k

∠ genre - fluff

∠ summary -  Do you want to know what it’s like to be adored by one of Haikyuu!!’s characters? Do you want to know five easy steps they would use to make you theirs? Read to find out.


∠ yep, this is a new series, but I won’t post five separate chapters for every character, but just one. I hope you will enjoy, I worked hard for it. It is a piece of my heart - treat it well.

Bokuto Kouratou ver. | Oikawa Tooru ver. | Sawamura Daichi ver.

being noticed

Kuroo closed his eyes, desperately trying to bury the unsettling feeling that welcomed itself into his life a few days ago, on the day when he laid his eyes on you. At first, the sudden attraction had seemed to be just like one of his previous quirks, which were easily forgotten the day after and not remembered since. Although, you surprisingly, were some kind of anomaly, which rooted in his subconscious immediately and didn’t exactly want to leave.

He was strangely okay with how the situation was going on, however, the only con was the fact that you didn’t know who the hell he was and the plan to get closer to you became ten times more complicated than it already was. Poor Kuroo was so deeply into his little crush, that it was hard for him to sit still with his growing excitement upon seeing you for the first time that day.

He secretly eyed you, giving you silent kudos for the jewelry choice. Your rainbow-shaped earrings made a nice contrast to your official, school uniform and even though, you probably didn’t want to stand out of the crowd - to him, you were the only shining star in the room. He couldn’t focus on anything, but you the whole time.

Lessons were long and usually boring, so he couldn’t help but steal a few glances at you from time to time, cheering happily inside that no one saw his growing obsession with the way you put annoying hairs behind your ear.

“You got it bad, prince charming.” Scoffed Yaku, turning to face him when the lunch break began.

“I don’t have anything.” He replied smoothly, clearly failing to assure his classmate that he was wrong. “Does it show that much?” He quietly asked after a minute of silence between them.

“Yeah, it’s almost too obvious to handle.” They didn’t bother to continue their conversation after that.

His time at school was finally moving towards its end and since he didn’t have practice later, he could just walk lazily home and then relax with a hot drink and a good movie in the background. His knee was bouncing up and down, aching but still going like crazy and the quick looks he was giving you, became even more frequent and lingering. Not that he minded.

But it was just his luck that in the moment when the last bell in his day rang, signaling long desired freedom, you turned to him catching his curious eyes, which were observing your smaller form. His insides froze along with his limbs and will to live and when he was finally ready to perform seppuku in front of his class - you sent him a big, toothy grin. Then you and waved happily and skipped towards the door like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t made Tetsurou the happiest man alive.

He has been just noticed and it was the best feeling in the whole world.

being friends

The black-haired and also very bored Kuroo Tetsurou was aggressively flipping his biology book, giving it no mercy. The colorful pages tore in some places, crumbled or even left the book for eternity. He tried to care about it, he really did. However, it’s been ten minutes since the time you had said you would call him and he was slowly going bonkers in his freshly cleaned room. He didn’t want to mention that he had already cleaned it five times, trying to pass hours quicker.

Since that memorable day, when you had finally acknowledged his presence, you two have grown closer with each day and now he could proudly admit that you two were friends. Not want he wanted, but more than he expected. Kuroo finally knew much more about you, not only your looks. If he was being honest, he would describe your personality as a very similar to your earrings choices: shiny, funny and that kind, which made you feel good about yourself.

His main hope was that you saw him in a good light too, it was one of his the most important matters. And just when he wanted to dig deeper into the thoughts that kept his brain hostage, the phone laying directly in front of him lit up and let out some famous song. He clumsily took it and hesitated for a mere second before picking up.

“Hi!” You both yelled at the same time and then laughed loudly at how stupid your behavior was. He relaxed after that and let himself be filled with your lovely voice, swallowing every word as you told him about your day and today’s events. His turn to rant came way too quickly, but it didn’t stop him from whining about the fight he had with his mum about the habit of not picking up his gym clothes from under his bed and patiently absorbed your advice about the problem.

“I think I’m going to hit the shower now because school is tomorrow and I don’t want to be late like last time when we stayed on the line for too long.” You giggled at the memory and he slightly smiled, preparing for goodbyes.

“Sure, I’m not stopping you.”

“But you kinda want to, right?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah.” He heard you sigh from the other side. It was a shame you were so far away, he really wanted to see the emotions on you face in that moment.

“Talk to you tomorrow, Tetsu.” You said eventually, making loud kissy sounds and eventually hung up, but he didn’t register it. There was only one thing he could focus on.

You called him by his given name for the first time and he didn’t want to forget how your voice sounded with it on your lips.

 asking out

“This movie is shitty.” You stated seriously, shooting him a glare from your spot on the couch. He only winced and gave you a silly smile in return, already regretting listening to Bokuto. Your eyes went back to the screen, as your hand dived into a bowl full of popcorn.

“Sorry, sorry. I will choose better next time.”

“There won’t be next time Tetsurou.” Unknown words stucked in his throat before they could leave, eyes wandering around the room in disappointment. He couldn’t believe you were THAT angry. “You will never choose a movie again, I swear to God. It’s my turn forever, don’t even try to argue.” He nodded in agreement, hoping you didn’t see how he breathed out in relief that you weren’t really mad.

To be absolutely honest, the movie wasn’t all that bad in his opinion, but he wasn’t an expert and probably shouldn’t be asked about it. Volleyball ate a lot of his time and he preferred to spend the free one with people he loved, so that was it. If they wanted to watch something, that’s alright, but it wasn’t a frequent request.

However, you seemed to be crazy about it. Some days, you couldn’t last more than ten minutes without talking about some new film or actors he has never heard about. Although in exchange, he could talk about his practices, so it was very nice.

And about his dirty, little secret - he was able to control his feelings for you easily now. No one, who already didn’t know wouldn’t catch on - including you. After the weird incident with the phone call, when you started to call him by his name, he tried to calm himself a little and not behave like a lovestruck idiot. Kuroo would literally kill himself if he made you uncomfortable or repulsed. And also he didn’t really have any occasion to give much thought to his infatuation because your birthday was approaching and his gift must be the best one that year.

There was going to be a movie marathon of very old productions, some of them were even black and white. It’s streaked his interest immediately and since he didn’t hear a word about it from you, he was right to believe that you were simply unaware something like this was happening in your hometown. He has bought two tickets, packed them nicely and waited for a good moment to give it to you. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, something just had to go wrong.

“Tetsurou, did you tell f/n-chan about these movies or something?” His mum, who has come back from work five minutes ago, yelled from the other room not realising her mistake. You ears seemed to perk curiously at the newfound information and you quickly sent him a questioning look.realising her mistake. You ears seemed to perk curiously at the newfound information and you quickly sent him a questioning look.

“You gonna tell me about it or what?” You asked, standing up and sitting closer to him after he didn’t respond to your silent plea. He decided to just give up before puppy eyes appear on your face.

“Yhm, I kind of - bought two tickets to movie marathon and was wondering if you wanted to go? I was supposed to your birthday present, but-” He wildly gestured towards the place him mother was in. “-this happened.” You smiled somehow differently, ruffling his already messy hair, making his heart race.

“It’s so cute, Tetsu! It’s a date then.” You winked and came back to your previous spot like you just hadn’t changed Kuroo’s entire life.

But it’s a date then, he guessed.

 first kiss

‘What the hell is wrong with you?’

'I’m just frustrated f/n, I’ve told you to leave me alone.’

‘'But I don’t want to leave you alone in this situation! Please, accept my support!’’ He sighed and covered his face with a sweaty hand. His team had been destroyed in today’s match and he couldn’t do anything to change it. Some of the most important players hadn’t attended, because of reasons and this made them almost unable to play. His teammates had fought like hungry animals, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. The aftermath of the match left him unsatisfied and not easy to communicate with, however, you tried anyway. It was greatly annoying, but he also couldn’t help but appreciate your soothing presence.

He drew a deep breath, which seemed a little shaky at the beginning as if he was ready to cry, but quickly collected himself. His now dry palm slowly fell from his face and moved against his will towards your form. You looked uncertain for a second, before enveloping it with your bony fingers and hugging it tightly to your chest, right next to the heart. Kuroo felt its fastened beating and immediately felt guilty for causing you so much stress, especially since you didn’t deserve any of thing. You weren’t his punching bag, but a person he held deep feelings for.

‘'I’m sorry.’’ He whispered, closing his eyes as his shoulders dropped a little.

'’It’s okay Tetsu, I understand.'’ Your lips kissed his knuckles and then you cuddled your cheek to the back of his hand, clearly needing comfort and affection. His heart melted at the sight but it didn’t erase that swallowing disappointment, which was still following him after the brutal loss he experienced today. You noticed it faster than he anticipated and opened a mouth like you wanted to say something but closed it, deciding not to. Maybe the silence was the best medicine for now.

Half an hour later, the volleyball team was ready to leave and you all headed home. They bluntly ignored the heavy atmosphere between you and Kuroo after your exchange of words and both of you were thankful for it. They didn’t need that kind of burden right now. Your relationship, your problem.

Everybody was slowly leaving, going their own ways until finally, you two were alone again. Kuroo didn’t utter a single word for a long while and you thought that it would be smart to give him time and wait until he was ready to clear the air between you. Although it was awkward you still held hand as Tetsurou walked you home.

When you arrived, you didn’t look at each other not knowing exactly what to do. It was the first time something like this happened and the unsureness of how to behave in such situations was very visible. You obviously still explored one another and the boundaries surrounding you, which obviously could cause some major misunderstandings. However, nothing good came without a little pain and proper fight for it.

‘'So-'’ He started and you in a mere second looked up, staring at his face with such insensitivity your eyes almost fell out. ‘’-are we okay?’’ He asked, scratching the back off his head. That gesture always made you smile, because it made his hair even wilder. He was very handsome with that look.

'’Of course, Tetsurou. Nothing bad happened in the first place. This day just sucks.’’ You laughed loudly, coming back to yourself after hours of being grumpy and feeling rather out of place.

'’It sure does.’’ He repeated after you and your doorstep soon became a place full of giggles and chuckles Kuroo didn’t know how desperately he craved for the whole time without them. Things were fine.

‘'I like you very much, you know?’’ You said, enveloping his slim neck in a warm hug, which he returned not even a second later.

‘'I really like you, too.'’ He breathed into your ear, before giving it a butterfly kiss. You stayed like that, not leaving the embrace that gave you the security you deserved and absolutely loved.

The way you turned and hopefully will turn Kuroo’s world upside down was indescribable. In such short time, you were able to brighten his days without much work. You were incredible. The only one in this universe who had him for every command. He wasn’t even ashamed to admit it, more like proud of being stupidly in love.



‘'Could you close your eyes for a second?’’ That whispered question honestly threw him off of guard, you didn’t plan on slapping him or something? He kinda liked his face, a lot actually. He would mourn if something terrible happened to it, however, as a good slave, he followed your request.

And waited. And waited. What did you wa–

‘'Ah, screw it.'’ You hissed before something hit him. Right on his lips. Probably your own pair. Warm, plump with flavored lip gloss on it - apples, he dared to guess. He was stunned for a while and before he could react or so much kiss back, you departed from him.

‘'You didn’t like it?'’ The hurt expression on your face hit him hard and fast. You totally didn’t understand his intentions or rather the fact that he was too frozen to do anything.

'’That’s not it! You just surprised me, I didn’t expect that’.’ He pecked your lips quickly as a sign that everything was more than okay and you relaxed against his body.

'’I’m glad.’’ You said and skipped happily to your door. ‘'Good night, Kuroo Tetsurou. Next move is yours to make.’’ You shot him a teasing smile and disappeared behind your doors, leaving him to the cold night and lonely streets.

He would never say it to anyone, even himself that the fact you were the one to take the lead turned him on, a lot.

 being a couple

“Will you tell me why am I getting a silent treatment?” The question left his mouth for the third time that week, less angry than before, but more desperate.

Although you gave no answer just like you had done previously, you eventually sent him a tired look and sighed. It was a better response than he expected and it made him satisfied for a little while. Which lasted approximately two minutes.

“Okay, I didn’t flirt with anyone, didn’t say anything mean, remembered everything important and even bought you food this week!” His hands fled dramatically to his black hair, tugging it in every direction. “Am I being to nice to my own girlfriend?!” Then he dropped to his knees, faking sobs and loud cries.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” You icy cold voice broke his focus on feeling sorry for himself and he stared at you, suddenly terrified. His hopes and dreams shattered, and pieces of them started swirling in his head, bouncing against the walls and finally falling onto his imagined ground in his mind, defeated.

“Yet.” You added grimacing, but your eyes shined with amusement upon noticing his small breakdown. “You’ve never asked me, baby.” And with that Kuroo almost laughed, almost.

“You, young lady, need to stop with this stupid, unnecessary breaks between sentences and words, because honestly, they suck and well, they are going to give me a heart attack someday. Thank you very much.” The Sun was slowly leaving your side of the Earth creating an artwork of the sky. Pinkish and reddish colours reflected on your face, showing him a side of you, he hadn’t had a pleasure of meeting. Open windows welcomed warm breeze into your home, which moved your earnings, shaped as sunflowers. You laughed softly and he was one hundred percent sure he was never going to love someone as much as he loved you right in that moment.

His hands, unlike his body, were cold as they made their way to yours. You flinched, but didn’t push him and both of you knew there was no turning back. Your eyebrows raised slightly in anticipation, however, you tried your hardest not show how long you’ve waited for what was to come. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

“S/o, will you do me an honour and–”

“Are you proposing?” Your mocking voice interrupted. “Because if you are I have to say no, we are too young, baby.”

“How about you shut up and let me finish?”

“You go, tiger.” Let’s just say that romantic atmosphere has been brutally murdered.

“Okay, you have to be my girlfriend, because I said so and you destroyed my beautiful proposal, so you owe me.” He said on your breath, smiling. It was the smoothest thing that came out of his mouth, now they can seriously call him a master of love and sex.

“Yeah, sounds great.” You answered, without much thinking and reached out for a phone. “So pizza toning or what?”

“Yeah, pizza is good.” Maybe he was lame, or even you both were. Maybe even your love was lame, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. You deserved each other, fought for each other and hopefully will be with each other forever.

(Or at least for the next two hours, because he was broke and someone needed to pay for the pizza)

And I'll Still be a Fool

Requested: “can you write an imagine based on the song just a little bit of your heart by ariana? :) love your writing by the way!”

A/N: So I said a while ago that I enjoy writing imagines based on songs and/or poems and things of that sort. So my next upcoming imagines will probably all be requested songs that you guys sent me! I might do a part 2 for this one but idk. Let me know y'all

I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with

Roses were always your favorite no matter how cliche it was. The petals were soft yet depending on the rose, sometimes they had thorns on the stem. Thorns that could make you bleed the same way love did. You normally hated poetry, and romantic comparisons or things of that sort, but the fact that roses were so beautiful yet sometimes so painful to touch, the same way love was, it was just interesting to you. And somehow someone knew this. Someone knew you liked roses, someone knew you enjoyed the sunset colored ones with the petals you’d rub your thumb against. For the past few months or so someone had been sending you roses every couple weesk. One week it was a huge bouquet of orangey pink petals with a note hidden behind the thorns that you always thought would say something but it never did. Usually just a heart would be drawn on the tiny piece of paper, and occasionally there’d be numbers written on the note, but you never know what it meant. They were long numbers usually, with no spaces in between. You thought this secret admirer of yours was sweet at first and you had kept some of the flowers in vases, but you tended to get tired of it considering they wouldn’t tell you who they were. Your friends had told you it was probably an old friend from high school, and that just irritated you even more. Either way it wouldn’t matter anyway because your heart was already taken.

A close friend of yours had mutual friends with someone who somehow ended up introducing you to Shawn Mendes, and you immediately fell in love just like the rest of the world did whenever they heard his voice. You felt a little pathetic for succumbing to the worlds way of falling for the same guy every other girl had fallen for, but you couldn’t help it. You understood easily why everyone drooled over him. It didn’t matter anyway, he seemed to be preoccupied with his music or other girls which was understandable. You had surprisingly talked to him often, snapchatting and texting small talk. He was a friend, and you hated it. You wanted to be more than friends. You tried not to flirt a lot, you never asked him about his past girlfriends, and you tried not to talk too much about where he went on those lonely Friday nights at 3am after an award show or something. You secretly cared and you always wished he’d come to you whenever he was looking for a little extra attention on those nights, but he never did. You figured because of the fact that you didn’t talk to him about those things, maybe he would like you, maybe he’d seem excited about the fact that he was talking to a girl who didn’t only care about how good he was in bed, or how much money he was making. You assumed most girls only cared about those things, but you didn’t. And you tried your hardest to make it appear that way, and you tried hard to show that you cared for him. But apparently he wasn’t getting that message, and it continued to break your heart, so you-not even caring anymore at this point- threw away another bouquet of roses that you wished were from Shawn.

Just a little bit of your heart, is all I want

“Yeah, they’re all freaking out because I haven’t posted a picture or anything, it’s kinda funny.” Shawn laughed lightly as he told you about his new tattoo that his fans felt teased by since he hadn’t posted about it. He was right about his fans, and you remember seeing plenty of comments and tweets talking about how much of a tease Shawn was. It was all true, and you wished it wasn’t. There were so many times you wondered if Shawn was flirting with you, and he’d give you tiny bits of what it was like to be with him, only to rip it away from you by taking two days to respond to a simple text, or not talking to you with the same tone. He really was a tease and it drove you crazy. You were currently wrapped up in your thoughts as you looked out the window next to you, watching the busy lives of strangers on the street. You wondered who else was going through what you felt, who else had such strong feelings for someone who didn’t feel the same. The day had taken an unexpected turn and you ended up walking into this fancy restaurant for dinner after work because you felt like you deserved it. It was the weekend after all so why not? You had posted about it on Twitter or something and almost two minutes later Shawn favorited your tweet, and texted you saying he was in that area. So here he was now, sitting across from you with food in front of him. You wanted to call this a date, but of course you didn’t and you assumed it was just a friendly dinner with a good friend. That’s what adults do all the time right? He was chewing on his finger, and that button up dress shirt he was wearing complimented his hazel eyes, along with those curls of his that needed to be cut. You scratched the back of your neck and forced yourself to stop looking at him and to finish your food.

“You okay? Do you not like your food? You can have some of mine if you want or something.” He caught you off guard and his voice melted in you ears like honey being poured into a sweet cup of tea.

“Oh no, I’m fine. I like my food, I’m okay! Thank you though.” You smiled at his kindness to share with you and you shoved some more of your food into your mouth. You really did like what was on your plate, you just found yourself struggling to concentrate on anything when Shawn Mendes was sitting in front of you. You don’t remember being so flustered just by being with him. You’ve been friends with him for some time now and you had talked to him millions of times without getting this nervous. Your feelings were blooming like flowers in the spring, and you wished so badly you could reach across the table to grab him. Grab his face, and kiss him. Grab his chest, to feel his heartbeat. The insides of his heart were most likely just as beautiful as his face. You knew him, and you knew his personality was amazing but you didn’t know him enough, and all you wanted was just even a tiny piece of his heart to learn about. What does he think about when he can’t sleep? Who does he think about the most? His family? His friends? His fans? Himself? Another girl? You chewed on your now cold food and continued to wonder these things, and think these thoughts as he kept talking about who knows what now. You weren’t even listening anymore.

I heard a little love, is better than none

Wind blew around your hair as you walked up to your house, and right as you placed your foot on the step to your door, you almost completely crushed a single rose with your shoe. If you didn’t love flowers so much you wouldn’t have stopped yourself and you would’ve stomped all over the damn rose until it was in pieces. Although you were head over heels for someone else, it was still a little sweet to you that this other stranger was still sending you flowers. But today, you were going to end it. You picked up the rose and walked into your house, placing it on the kitchen table. You pulled out your phone and went to Twitter, you figured this secret admirer of yours was following you ( or so you hoped ) so why not post about this, and ask them to stop sending you roses? You started typing but from the corner of your eye, something caught your attention. You hadn’t even noticed before but there was a small note attached to the stem of the rose like usual, but this time it wasn’t just a heart or some numbers. There were actual words written on the small piece of paper. You almost dropped your phone, picking up the note and tearing it off the little string tied around the stem.

“Don’t forget me, and I won’t forget you.” 6317

What the hell is that supposed to mean?? Next to the one sentence there were numbers written. No lines, no dashes. You re read the sentence and stared at the number trying to figure out what kind of game this person was playing. You looked at the numbers one more time before realizing what the date was today. It was June 4th, 2017, and yesterday was June 3rd. 6/3/17 was yesterday. Right? The numbers had to be a date, what else could it be? You were confused and frustrated either way, so you decided to finish your tweet.

“If you’re sending me roses, please either tell me who you are or just stop. Its very nice of you, but this game is getting tiring.”

You hit send and the tweet was officially posted to everyone. You hung the note on your fridge, hoping maybe you could eventually tell who’s hand writing it was. It was sloppy cursive, that you could barely read at first. You didn’t know anyone who wrote like that, did you? You tried to forget about it and see if anyone responded to your tweet. You figured you’d wait to see if you received anymore roses this week or the next. So you ended your day by placing that red rose into a vase near your window, admiring it as much as your secret admirer admired you.

And I’ll still be a fool for you

The sun woke you, as you turned over to get more comfortable, your bed was always your favorite place to be. But now the sun was keeping you awake and so you reached to your nightstand grabbing your phone, to do the daily social media check. You scrolled through Instagram, Snapchat, and finally Twitter. You scrolled through people tweeting about Shawn’s upcoming tour which saddened you a little to know that he was going to be leaving soon. You guessed it didn’t really matter anyway though right? Without even thinking about it you clicked on Shawn’s Twitter account, just to see what he was up to. He hasn’t texted you or talked to you since you two had lunch the other day. You scrolled down, to see his most recent tweet and you almost dropped your phone on your face.

“Don’t forget me, and I won’t forget you.”

He literally tweeted the same thing that was written on your note. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, looking at the tweet again. People tweeted him back asking him if that was a new song lyric or something and you just sat there, eyes wide. The stranger sending you roses couldn’t have been Shawn, there was no way. Maybe he just found the same quote your secret admirer found. Your brain was tired but you slowly were trying to put the pieces together. And so you ran down stairs to the trash can in the kitchen looking for more notes with numbers on them. After digging through mini pizza boxes and used tissues, you pulled out two notes from several weeks back. One note had the numbers 52217. May 22nd 2017. May 22nd, was the day Shawn came over to play you an idea he had for a song. You remember this because you pretty much marked in your calendar whenever you spent time with him, but if you were so in love with him how could you be so blind? The other note you found read the numbers 43017. April 30th 2017.. What happened April 30th? You pulled out your phone and looked at your calendar to see if there were any events marked, and of course there was. April 30th was one of Shawn’s shows you attended, and you brought him roses, you were starting to remember now because he used the roses to give out to some fans after the show, and you thought it was so sweet, you weren’t even angry that he got rid of your roses. Roses.

Reality was hitting you hard, and it all made sense now. Shawn had remembered these days just like you did. It was Saturday morning, 8am and Shawn was probably already on his plane to who knows where, you couldn’t even remember where his tour was starting. You texted him a couple times and called, but there was no reply. You stared at the notes on the table in front of you wondering how you were going to handle this. This whole time you thought you knew but you really had no idea. You wondered if Shawn felt angry at you now for your tweet, or if he felt bad. You didn’t know but either way there was one thing you did know, and that was that no matter how far away Shawn was from you, you’d never forget him, and no matter how many roses you threw away, your heart would still belong to him, and it probably always would.

If the Sakamakis were self aware

((I recently finished Doki Doki Literature Club and got me thinking: Since DL is an Otome game, that would it be like for them to gain artificial intelligence and know that they are in a game, and if they gained the power to control the programming))

Shu: Shu never really cared at first. To him, knowing that the others, with the exception of him, were all fake allowed him to get the one thing he’s always yearned for: silence. The male used up most of his eternal time to sleep, mute or delete the other characters for his own comfort. He would stay in his room and sometimes go to the music room. Though, the lifestyle soon became helplessly lonely. He would often think of way to gain company. He tried to have the MC of his game, Yui to share the same intellect and awaken her, but, like the others, she was just a programming with no life inside. He grew increasingly lonely, often trying to delete himself in the process, but it never worked.

Then you came.

You picked up his game and began to play it on your handheld console. In the first time in forever, he felt a spark of light enter his dark two-dimensional world. He saw you through the camera of your device. He immediately saw you, someone who was real, someone more than two-dimensions, someone with a consciousness-someone like him. He immediately fell head over heels for you, but refused to let you go, but he wasn’t so up front about his feelings at first. He pushed them away, willing to let you play the other routes before him. He wanted to let you choose him by your own free will, but when you didn’t, he quickly grew impatient.

He rigged the cursor to make you choose his route next, and made fun of you for choosing him. “ Ah, you choose me, huh? How bothersome,” he would say despite feeling very much alive. “Don’t bother me too much okay?” However, he then went out of his way to make the script spend as much time with you as possible. He would make it seem like you/Yui were desperate for his attention saying things like: “You really want me that badly?” or “How obsessed are you with me?”

Soon, you kinda grew fed up with his nit-picking. If he was going to call you out for spending time with him, might as well change the route. You tried to exit the game, but your cursor wouldn’t move. Without you pressing anything, his dialogue box appeared before you. “What do you think you’re doing?” He would say through the dialogue, but his voice would sound out in hiss. “You’re playing my route you know. You’re not allowed to spend anymore time with anyone else but me.” You were immediately freaked out that he had broken the fourth wall while you were trying to exit and tried to turn the game off, but your handheld didn’t shut off the screen.

“You’re trying to leave me? What a horrible person you are…You’re not allowed to leave me, not while I’m the only one here in this miserable. Keep playing…stay with me…”

Reiji: Like Shu, Reiji took advantage of his situation at first. He used the coding in his brothers to make them more obedient. Actually, he deleted Shu’s file entirely, changing the script to make him the eldest brother, and the only child of Beatrix. He found comfort in the fact that things were working out the way he planned, but he couldn’t deny the emptiness inside of him. Though, when you arrived, he refused to believe that you would solve the loneliness he felt. He detached himself from you, allowing you to play the routes you chose while still playing his part in the new script he created. Though, as time passed on, he shifted each route to force you to spend more time with him. He would first allow to still get your ending with the others, but then he slowly drifted further and further away from it. He gave you endings in which the brother you chose would die, or he would end up taking care of you/Yui whether you were healthy, in some kind of vegetable state, or in a coma. But it soon came to be that the MC wasn’t enough.

He wanted you.

He wanted to know you.

When you finally decided to take his route, he removed every interaction with any other character. It was just you and him. And besides acting like his usually sadistic self, he would ask you questions. He would ask your favorite color, hobby, sport, whatever came to mind and game a list of option answers to choose from, making sure to be as detailed as possible to get to know you and not the MC. And sometimes, he would make it so that you would only have one option, the option to choose/be with him.

He enjoyed this ability to play God, to get to know you more…But you may have found this rather creepy, hearing that this was not what usually happened in the Diabolik Lover Games. You first believed that it was simply a glitch or maybe a DLC of some sort. Though, that was until you reached his ending.

His route ended with the two of you together and a CG of him smiling at the screen.

“Wouldn’t be great to stay like this forever?” He would ask. Your only option would be “Yes.” He would then add. “You are satisfied with me, yes? So you’ll play my route once more.”

This made you pause. You read the dialogue over and over before he continued without you clicking anything. “Ah, I must have surprised you that comment, (Y/N)…My apologies. I guess it slipped.” You snapped your head back, surprised that he had addressed you by your name and not the name you chose for the MC.

“Ah, are you surprise? I simply looked at your game profile on your handheld. It isn’t too hard to find your real name…or birthday, or age, or your address…Might I suggest you not connect to the internet through here, terrible people can get ahold of your location just by the interwebs alone…But don’t worry, as the smartest and eldest brother, not to mention the love of your life, I promised to protect you.”

You gulped as his voice echoed through your head. You weren’t so sure before, but now you knew that this wasn’t normal! You never heard about the Diabolik Lovers games knowing so much about you! This was practically an invasion of privacy!! You moved your finger to turn off the game, but the screen did not turn black. Instead, another Cg came up. Reiji’s face was closer to the screen now, his finger pressing against the middle of his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. “Where do you think you’re going? Do you really believe that you can escape me-and in a moment where I speak to you so passionately. I do not appreciate you trying to ruin such a romantic moment-the closest I’ve ever had with you and not the cursed Main Character of this dull world. Come now, I’ll Forgive you if you stay with me forever.”

Laito: Oh, he loved being the God of his two-dimensional world. Having everything play by his rules, getting whatever he wanted by just messing with the code, it was so fun and addictive, almost like a drug, and you know he took great pleasure making the script a bit more adult-like. Though, like a drug. The high slowly faded, and the joy of that drug soon had less and less effect over him until he was completely bored with everything.

Maybe that was why you made such an interesting toy to collection when you started to play the game.

He took great joy as you played through the other routes, seeing that it was bit more adult than your friends had told you. In fact, the game related more of a hentai or a prono than a dark romance. Passionate sex took place or character development and actual romance. Laito had fun illustrating such a scandalous script for you, but it was only when you decided to play his route did the strings truly started to snap.

He watched as you expressed your discomfort for the sex in the game. Sure, you expecting steamy content, but not so often like this, and you expected to spend some time with the characters outside of the bedroom. You wanted actual socializing, actual romance. Though, when he heard you verbally express these complaints, he grew confused.

Wasn’t love just some candy-coated term for sexual frustration? To him, it was the same, but it seemed that your opinions clashed. He started questioning you as the player, surprisingly more often than he had sex with the MC. He grew more interested in your opinions and views on romance. What love was actually like.He gave you option answers that were more diverse than choosing what body part to touch next, and though he openly dismissed your opinions either through the game or accidentally breaking the fourth wall, Laito found himself soon agreeing with you, morphing his vision of love and lust into two separate images. He soon became more and more infatuated with you.

Je would often play with you even while you weren’t playing his game.He’d let out sexual moans while you were walking in public, forcing you to take out your handheld and pay attention to him. He’d crash every time you tried to let your friend play his game, and would give you less freedom to choose anyone else other than him.

However, Things finally came together when you suddenly got an ending that you didn’t gain before. Laito revealed to you a CG of himself, blushing as he stared at the screen back at you. His hands pressed against the sides of his face as the dialogue box emerged.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to talk to you like this, Bitch-chan~ To be with you…it’s so fun. Oh, I know you must be really shocked right now…I can see it in your face. Nfufu, your expression of confusion and fear is such a beautiful look one you… (Y/N)…Ah, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer-I love you, (Y/N). Not the MC you play as, but you…Beautiful, adorable you~ Surely you must have caught on, when I commented on your eyes and hair instead on Yui’s…Did you, you were always so smart~I noticed…Ne, ne…Bitch-chan, stay with me won’t you, stay with me until I find a way out of this hellhole and into your arms!”

Kanato: He hated it. He hated being alone in this flat world. He could create anything he wanted, yes, but being along was hell for the male. He desperately tried o call out to people in your world, but being a game without a handheld, he had no voice. He was a lonely soul in a world where he wasn’t supposed to have one at all. Kanato would talk constantly to Teddy, trying to keep himself company, but Teddy’s unresponsiveness struck only irritation and a constant reminder of his loneliness. He never liked people, granted, he never liked his own brother, but even his own doll collection bothered him when he realized that he was the only thing that could think for himself.

Kanato had a sense of powerlessness than one of a God’s. He would cry and sob constantly, crying for help. He wanted someone to be with him, and the closest thing he had to company was using his mother’s code to comfort him in such a fake and artificial way. That changed when you came into the picture.

His loneness was suddenly cured when you picked up his game. Seeing that you had chosen his game gave him a new hope. He finally had someone to play with, someone to truly play with. And though he could reach all he wanted and not touch you, it was better than nothing.

In full desperation of your attention, he erased all the characters, covering the other possible choices in black glitches. His forced your cursor to choose only him and he manipulated the script to spend time with only him. He enjoyed playing with you constantly. He would sometimes break the forth wall by commenting how beautiful the color of your hair was or how you seemed tired or how he missed you when you reopened his save file. You considered it some kind of humor that the game installed to make the player feel more connected to the characters, but what caught you off was every time you turned your game off or saved in a file.

“You’re not leaving me, are you…” he would usually as when you save or get ready to shut the game off. He brought the toy ear closer to him as he spoke to Teddy. “Ne,ne, Teddy, you don’t think they’re actually gonna leave us…right? “ You would reach for the power button until-“No, wait! Let’s play a little longer. You love me, don’t you, so let’s play more! Let’s-“ your finger would reach closer to the button-“No! Don’t leave me!!” He would start screaming. “Get away from that. Come back! Come back and stay with us! Don’t leave me!! Don’t you dare-“ you would then turn off the game before that screaming would grow any louder.

You would be obviously creeped out by this. Though, this happened so often every time you would try to shut the game off that you thought that it was just how the game was, making you feel guilty. It was a mechanic you never heard of , so you didn’t know how to feel about it. Yet, you always found yourself back, turning on the game to try to gain Kanato’s love love. Unlike what you’ve heard,it was actually pretty easy. He enjoyed it when you complimented him or said you loved him. In fact, there weren’t any options actually insult him and nothing to make him angry either. He was rather possessive, and you ended up playing his route over and over again, mostly because the others weren’t an options. You thought that maybe you would need to play Kanato’s route a number of times to achieve the others, but around the fourth play through, you had dismissed this theory.

“You know what, I give up…I think I’ll just sell this game tomorrow…I need the money anyways,” you verbally expressed, but just as you did, Kanato’s sprite appeared on screen.

“What…did you say…You’re leaving me…? You’re leaving me for good?” You raised your brow, you’ve never seen this scene before, and you’ve played the game at least four times. You watched as tears animated and fell from his cheeks. You’ve never seen this happen. “So I really wasn’t good enough for you…Why?!” He screamed. God, you didn’t want to hear this again. You pressed the power button, but the console refused to shut off. “You can’t turn me off. You have to stay with us…Isn’t that right, Teddy? They’re going to stay with us. They’re going to love me…they have to…They don’t have the option to do otherwise…”

Ayato: He didn’t mind being alone at first. He enjoyed that he could program his other brothers to do what he said and fall for his pranks, reacting exactly how he wanted them to react. He would troll around, messing with Reiji’s china collection or ruin Shu’s violin. But he had to admit, their reactions became dull fast. When he learned how to play with the coding of the game, he made everyone worship him like the God he believed himself to be, but having everyone so submissive only was amazing for so long. The male yearned for a challenged, yearned for some fun. He felt desperately lonely with the MC acting “rebellious” only because he programmed her to try to. Though, being that he was the one to fiddle with Yui’s mechanics, everything she did was planned out by him, thus, too predictable. He felt at a loss for awhile, aimlessly trying to find something to do or someone else to defy him. His wishes were soon answered when you picked up his game.

You offered defiance and a chance to have fun, real fun!! He forced the cursor to choose his route first, and even though that you didn’t want to play Ayato’s route first, you agreed to it, thinking that it was some kind of technical error and that you could always finish him up and go to another game in the next game, but Ayato saw through your play quickly and meddled as much as he could to keep you with him.

He made his route longer, allowing you many options to defy him, in which you gladly too to his satisfaction. This allowed him to punish you and the MC while he watched you express your rage for either “choosing the wrong choice” or getting some weird situation in which he punished Yui is some outrageous way that involved biting. He purposely erased your save files, forcing you to replay moments in his route and backtracking you from getting an ending, and when he wasn’t punishing you, he was bragging about himself, wanting you to fall head over heels for him. He boosted himself up so much that it made you laugh often times, and though it wasn’t the preferred reaction, when he saw you smile, he immediately felt his coded heart skip a beat, and as time went on, he learned that he plan of making you fall for him has backfired greatly. Instead, he was the one to fall head over heels for you.

This caused him to ask more personal questions about you, allowing many choices to pick from so he got to know more and more about you-most of which involved knowing if you planned or had a romantic partner yet. “I don’t want you to see anyone else, Chichinashi. You are mine and mine alone. I may not be able to touch you just yet…but you better remember this.”

You, of course, do not take this threat seriously with it being a game and all, and when you do reveal you have been in a relationship, your game begins to glitch out nonstop. The dialogue becomes unreadable and passes by fast. This continues until the screen is completely black. For a moment, you though the battery died out or the game had crashed, but those theories were pushed aside when Ayato’s sprite appeared in front of you behind a pitch black background. “How…fucking dare you…”

You blinked as your heard Ayato’s voice. You’ve never heard him curse like this before. What was going on. Ayato’s sprite glitched and emerald eyes glared back at you. Some thing was different this time. Pure rage and emotion leaked from the glowing orifices-something that has never happened before.

“You promised to me mine! You are mine! And then you go over behind my back and make off with someone I don’t even know?!” He screamed. You were taken back by what he just said, trying to get it to sink in. He had not only addressed you, not as character, but as the player and addressed the fact that you had lied to him and were in a relationship. “Is it because I can’t touch you yet? Is it because I’m not next to you yet? Just wait! Just wait!! I’m going to get out of here and make you regret the moment you lied to me. You belong to ore-sama, and no one else, it doesn’t matter where I am…”

Subaru: Subaru had mixed emotions about his lonely situation. He liked being alone; he liked that he couldn’t hurt anyone in this form. Everyone else was a program with no individual thought. Thus, he couldn’t hurt someone that was never alive. They never expressed a personality outside of their coding, and never showed up outside of where they were designated to be. Subaru never liked order and rules, and these roles everyone had sickened him. But there was no reason to change them, so he didn’t bother. Of course, he cut off as much contact as he could with his parents, but that was about it. He spent most of his days huddled up in his own coffin. He never kept track of time. Time didn’t exist in this world…but apparently, neither did his happiness. Subaru would end up staring at nothing, talking to nothing. He was lonely, but he was smart enough to know that there was nothing to do about it. He might as well accept it.

When you started to play his game, only then did his opinions on his situation start to shift.

He really didn’t care that you were playing his game at first. He highly doubted that you would choose him first. So it came to his surprise that you did. He first tried to push you away, sometimes not even showing up in the scenes he was supposed to be in, causing the game to crash often. Though, when he did show up, he would always glance up at your expression. He watched as you took much enjoyment with his company. You giggled and smiled at his responses and reactions, causing the male to blush. But what caught him off guard the most was the determination in your eyes. You wanted to spend time with him. You wanted to get to know him. You wanted to fall in love with him, and that pulled the male’s interest. You would comment at his reactions, like the two of you were holding the conversation, not him and the MC.

He felt like the two of you were forming a bond, an actual one. As he learned more about you, he fell more and more in love. H e loved you…he became accustomed to your company. When he once tried to push you away from him, he had now become so desperate for your company that when you turned off your console, he would just wait for your return, planning on what he’d say next, what he’d do next to get your attention, to see your reactions…to see you..

“You know,” you would sigh as you played Subaru’s route. You weren’t expecting anyone to listen, being that you were in your room alone, but Subaru was listening, he always did. He enjoyed it when you thought you were talking to yourself when in reality, you were talking to him, “I sometimes wish I could just…play this game forever, stay with you like this. I just love Subaru so much!…Ah, I must sound desperate saying how much I love a fictional character named after a car,” you laughed at yourself. The male stared at you as his lips pursed. He knew he shouldn’t say anything but…

HIs dialogue box suddenly appeared before you. “Why not then…play forever, I-I mean…” You blinked at you looked at your screen. You could see Subaru’s bushing face on it. You couldn’t recall if you had pressed the next button or not. But…did the character just address the game he was in?”

“Oh crap, I’ve played this game so long I’m hallucinating…”

“Wrong, you idiot!” He corrected. “I-I mean…I don’t have a problem with you staying with me like this…or whatever…I-I mean, I know it’s weird, but I think…I lo-love you too, (Y/N).” He averted his gaze from the screen with his face a deep crimson. “But I don’t want you to leave me. Let’s stay together, just like you said…even if it’s just like this…I’ll be happy…”

((Might do the Mukamis later but D A M N I wrote a bunch!!!!!I just really love those two games…like…a lot. ))

Originally posted by theglossdotcom

One of These Nights (4/?); jongyu; pg

Jinki knows that he’s gay. What he doesn’t know is how to handle a crush on someone as entwined in the music industry as he is.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

and here’s part 4! ^^ i’ll try and get this whole fic up on ao3 sometime soon as well. this part goes through hello era, up to swc 1, and ends with jongyu having to say some goodbyes for a while since shinee is beginning their japanese debut (2011).

also, fun note maybe: i imagine that in this au, jong got the inspiration for one of his early songs from the last scene – i kinda wonder if it’s obvious which one, but hopefully y’all can enjoy it! there might be a bigger gap between this part and the next than there was between 3 and 4, because i haven’t started editing the next bit yet. ^^; but i’ll try to keep it MUCH shorter than the gap between 2 and 3 was, lmao.

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So of course there is no harm in a bit of drama to bring our babes apart THEN BACK TOGETHER AGAIN. Courtesy of the amazing @rarilight because bro she’s genius I’m tellin’ ya.

Okay so a little bit of time after they’re dating, let’s say like a couple of months? Twilight decides to bring Rarity to like a huge function of famous folks, probably more of the political crowd, and at first everything’s going okay. But it goes downhill when Twilight tells Rarity that she’ll brb and steps away, and that’s when doucheass Blueblood (or if you want someone else to do this let’s say…. Dr. Caballeron) who at first is speaking pleasantly with Rarebear but then they begin to like antagonize her, asking her what her job is, what exactly does she do, what’s so special about someone so…. ordinary. And he sums up that Rarity just must be Twi’s most recent piece of ass, her newest arm candy, someone so young and naive and perfect for the part.

Maybe he brings up a bunch of Twi’s past flings and how all of them ended quickly after she was “done using them” and afterward when they go home, they end up in an argument over it and Twilight says something along the lines of “stop being so childish”, and Rarity’s like “fuckin’ wow “ and she leaves. When Twi goes to apologize (because bro Twi that’s not cool dude) Rarity’s like “nah I can’t see you this week, got a client” and Twi’s nervous because she knows she messed up but she’s like “okay, it’s just a week, maybe I can make it up to her?”

Meanwhile Rarity has a very prominent client to tend to, one of her firsts, and she’s so excited so she tries really hard with the commission. So she finishes her work and she gets to the agreed meeting place, hoping to wow this client when… the client just brushes her off. Treats her like she’s nothing because “psh, this is what I’m paying for? It’s barely worth the dirt on the ground.” And poor Rarity’s so shocked and hurt and the client basically goes “I knew it. You don’t have any real talent. You only got here because you seduced Twilight into pulling strings.”

And Rarity’s not like that but other’s clearly think so. And why not? Twilight’s much older than her, she lavishes her with a lot of expensive gifts, they certainly aren’t that conservative with their sex life. She looks exactly like what people think she is: a gold digger, trophy girlfriend, a young and naive girl using her body to get what she wants.

So… a week passes. An Twi shows up as promised, none the wiser of what’s brewing in poor Rarity’s head and how she feels. And she shows up with a gift… an expensive one. And she thinks “okay this is good I got the “I’m sorry” present and things will be fine!” And at first Rarity sees it for what it is: Twi really is just trying to say sorry. But when she expresses her aw at the thing, Twi screws up and says “heh. You really are like a child.” And it brings all of the nasty feelings and thoughts and rumors to the forefront of her mind and Rarity just explodes.

“Because okay, so I’m just a child to you? A pretty thing to show off to your rich friends? Your new naive plaything you keep appeased with gifts? Well FUCK THIS.” And that escalates into a yelling match until finally Twilight turns cold and is like “Fine.” And she storms out. And they don’t talk to each other for weeks, nearly a month, and the tabloids and media is growing wild with questions and speculation, which is probably making it worse. But they live their lives, miserably, and eventually they both attend another event meant for young artists to showcase their stuff again. They know each will be there, but they have no intentions of really interacting with one another. Until they actually run into one another on accident and its really all kinds of awkward but finally like Twi realizes they’re kinda being watched so she’s like “listen, uh… can I speak to you? Please?” And Rarity’s considering saying no but Twi isn’t standing like she usually does, all tall and confident and knowing. She’s just kinda wringing her hands together and flicking her ears and Rarity’s like “siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhh…. fine.” because really, no matter how mad she is, she misses Twi too.

So they go to a corner, they stare at each other for a long silent moment until finally Twilight’s like “So I… I just, uh… for for fuck’s sake, here!” And she thrusts a little box at Rarity, another gift. And Rarity’s at first beginning to get angry again, like “you honestly think you can buy me back with!…. with…”

And she sees that it’s a watch. But it’s not like anything Twi’s gotten her before, so obviously shiny and expensive. This one is made of sterling silver, cheap material, clearly like a $15 watch from like a corner store or a gas station. But it’s in the shape of a cute little heart and the leather is the same color of Rarity’s cutie mark.

And Rarity is quiet for a long moment before she looks up at Twilight with clear confusion and Twilight’s blushing so furiously and her ears are flat against her head. And she’s like “listen I know you said you don’t want expensive things, but… I really like giving you gifts and I just, I-I thought I could compromise? Look I dunno I just really miss you!” And she kinda deflates and she’s like “I’m so sorry, Rarity… I really messed up, huh?” And Rarity stares before she smiles slightly and puts her hand on Twi’s fidgeting ones and she says “I think we both did, dear. I missed you too’


Whispers in the Dark [Tom Riddle x Ravenclaw! Reader – Pre-Hogwarts] [Part 2]

Originally posted by unravelingthepain

Y/N L/N has a family notorious for writing school books, and this causes her to be teased and taunted mercilessly by Hogwarts students of every color. Tom, however, regards the girl with intrigue, and this leads to a relationship both passionate and consequential.
♥ A/N ♥
This took forever to write and upload. I apologize for that. Anyways, sorry for making the main character out to be such a dark and foreboding person—it just makes sense to be rather reproachful of your parents after suffering through five years of bullying. Tom was made the way he is from the way he grew up—Y/N was made into a villain of sorts due to the people around her. Positive change doesn’t exist for people that suffer through this kinda shite. If you’d like a happy ending that involves no angry Voldy trying to kill all da non-pure wizards, then just ask for it! Otherwise, this story won’t have one. Enjoy, y’all! :D
Swearing, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts

The Sorting was the worst part of Hogwarts, whether it was determined by the beginning, middle, or end. Everyone was picking on someone or another, playing princess or victim in this dreadful rendition of a fairy-tale. Sometimes, it was someone from Hufflepuff that made the mistake of defending a friend—or a Gryffindor that turned some unfortunate Slytherin toe-rag’s hair blue. Whatever it usually was, that wasn’t how it went for Y/N.

They all targeted her. Gabrielle L/N and Alexandre L/N had written a new book.

“So, you read your mum’s work in your spare time?” some git from Slytherin asked, throwing her a smirk.

“History or Potions-making—what’s your preference, L/N? After all, you’ll be doing the same thing, won’t you?” his friend added. A slap of the hands was shared—a grin was evident on both of their faces.

Y/N breathed in deeply. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Tried it twice. She breathed out a strong, low breath of contained rage. But it didn’t work. Never worked. I don’t want to be here anymore.

He could help you, Y/N… just let the darkness in.

Dumbledore was watching from the professor’s table, eying her as she clenched the tabletop with immense force. Tom Riddle joined his stare, gazing at the girl with intrigue. No one knew, but he was speaking to her in tongues, his eyes like a fire that penetrated her light, invaded her space—gave her a taste of darkness.

1, 2—the Dark Lord’s coming for you.

3, 4—won’t you riddle me more?

5, 6—your mind’s ajar, he’s on your trail from afar.

7, 8—better lay yourself straight.

9, 10—you’re under his spell yet again.

The Headmaster came up to the stand after the last kid was sorted, giving the room of Hogwarts students a bright grin. “May the feast… begin,” he said, and with a wink of his eyes, food sprouted up from the tabletops.

Y/N was not hungry. She was eying the two blokes from before with a malevolent glare, hands tight and whitened around the wood of the table. Was it wrong to imagine them dead? They were people that caused her pain—people like her dorm-mates, always degrading her into a spiral of self-pity. She hated her parents—why couldn’t everyone understand that? She was just like them. She was one of them.

Why did she deserve this?

Dumbledore watched Tom Riddle closely, noticing the way his stare imbedded itself viciously into Y/N L/N’s skin. He looked at her like a wolf would a sheep—that sort of predatory gaze that made chills roll down your spine. The kind that made you paranoid. Interesting.


The feast was over, and Y/N was desperate. Whether it was a mirror or a trophy or a closet or a window—she wanted to smash something. She wanted to break something. She wanted to hurt—to do something that ripped apart her knuckles and made her feel human again.

Was it so strong to search for something that made you feel human? So wrong that it made you into the villain of your own story?

Y/N’s dorm-room was empty. There was only another girl her age that was in Ravenclaw, and she was probably sleeping elsewhere to avoid being associated with a L/N.

Even Ravenclaws avoided her like the black plague. They didn’t want to be bullied for liking someone known to be a target. No one did—even the most lovable of Hufflepuffs.

Y/N took great pleasure and great leisure in busting everything made of glass and wood in her room. She smashed the window, snapped apart the frame of her bed, sat on the floor and ripped at the knobs of her dresser. She even took a chair leg and smashed the window. She wanted everything to break; she wanted everything dead and gone, just like her heart. Just like everything in her that was supposedly still functioning.

Her trunk was there, right by the windowpane. Shattered glass littered its top, giving it an eerie glow after the moonlight came and hit. Blood soaked the glass, almost as blatantly displayed as it was on Y/N’s skin. She walked over to the trunk, blood drip-drip-dripping to the ground, like a scene from a horror film—only this time, it was real.

She dropped to her knees, liking the way the excess glass cut deep into her skin. It gave her something to think about that didn’t revolve around her classmates and professors. She could pretend that the letter mailed out to every Hogwarts student didn’t have her name under the list of required materials. She didn’t like to think about her reality. She’d rather use an Unforgivable against herself than think about the paining nightmare that was her life.

Out came a diary and a quill, both dusted and old-as-could-be. Y/N flipped open the cover, looking down with hard, sunken eyes. She began to write, as fast as humanely possible—her writing like a scrawl of hieroglyphics.

Dear diary,

I’m never left to my own devices. I’m always being jinxed or taunted or hurt, whether it’s with words or with knuckles. It happens every day—I’m never left alone. I’ve become a target, all because of my bloody last name.

Does it make me in the wrong to resent my parents? Does it make me pathetic to blame them for the crimes of others? I do not care anymore what you think, but the questions are of rhetoric—they mean nothing to you, yet are left to be decided by Merlin himself, or fate more-like. I just ask to put my thoughts into perspective, but this only works if I’m actually intent on discovering a solid answer.

But there always is a certain solution—one that lives in the dark, awaiting someone so desperate to find release that they resort to drastic measures.

I was never one to be afraid of flight.

She threw her diary to the side, ignoring the clatter it made with its impact. Y/N grabbed onto the back of her head, clenching her scalp so hard that she nearly cried out from the pain.

Desperation. There it was—the only emotion that Y/N could read, the only emotion that Y/N had ever felt. She was desperate to be afraid. She wanted for something in the back of her mind to go into fight-or-flee mood. Her survival instinct; surely it wasn’t drained from her now, was it?

Taking a deep breath, Y/N soared from her room. She ran down through the Ravenclaw chamber-doors, ignoring the bewildered glares she got from her classmates.

The astronomy tower. She needed to get to the astronomy tower.

She ran and ran and ran up the stairs until her spine ached and her muscles were conjoined into knots. But before she could manage to reach the top, she ran into someone, knocking the wind out of her and proceeding to push her into a wall.

“You should watch where you’re going,” the arsehole said, and Y/N was surprised to see Tom Riddle standing there. He was nursing his chest, and Y/N supposed she hadn’t been the only one to feel the wind knocked out of her.

She glared at him. “I was in a hurry.” She didn’t specify why. She didn’t even bother to apologize. She just wanted to get going before a professor could come and remind her of the curfew.

Tom tiled his head, regarding her like she was an object meant for inspection. He kept his lips in a tight line. “I suppose you were,” he said slowly. He stepped a bit closer, giving her that same inspective look. “I suppose you were… running from a mysterious source of anguish. This enigma—did it happen to be yourself or those that fail to be kind?”

Y/N blinked at him, her knuckles trembling ever-so-slightly. “Neither, actually,” she said stiffly. “I just wanted a quick run around the school.”

Tom chuckled, but it was anything but lighthearted. “I know you, Y/N L/N,” he whispered. “You’re scared and think your only option is to run, but it isn’t. You could do something great with the rage building inside of you. Your temperament—it could do a deal of damage that makes all the pain and anguish disappear completely. You could be someone with power.

“Yet… you choose to run.” He stepped towards her, coming to have her at a proximity that left her head tilting up to look into his eyes. “Don’t let your pain consume you, Y/N L/N. Then… you’ll be nothing but skin and bones. And the darkness will have no choice but to leave you maggot-infested and alone.”

Y/N’s back was against the wall, and her façade was slowly dropping. She couldn’t look him in the eye without feeling the need to whimper. “I’m not running from anything, Tom Riddle,” she spat at him.

Tom smiled mirthlessly, his tone turning cold. “Your mind begs to disagree,” he told her, his voice a seductive purr albeit being bit out by a sociopathic git.

As fast as he appeared, he was gone.

The astronomy tower. Get to the astronomy tower.

Y/N was already there, and she didn’t have the heart or the energy to step up on that ledge.

anonymous asked:

Yo how about fluffy cuddly dino,squalo and xanxus? Thanks fam


~You guys owe this from Admin Chrome. Without her advice I would have never gotten this started. Also, sorry for Xanxus. I have tried but it still ended up being angsty.~

admin adelheid

The following details are all top secret. Any leaks will be dealt with in a cruel, brutal fashion. You have been warned.


  • People keep on wondering what makes Dino so understanding of Hibari’s quirks. Well it’s probably because they share something in common. Not a lot of people know about this but Dino has a weakness for furry animals.
  • He actually has a dog. And they have been together for more than five years.
  • Dino had met the poor thing as a puppy on a rainy day outside a coffee shop as he was leaving the premises. It had looked at him so pitifully and his heart just melted at the sight of the half-starved thing he just had to take it home with him. They had been together ever since.
  • He took this opportunity to indulge in another lesser known hobby of his by knitting it little sweaters that usually had motivational messages on them. One of the most memorable ones was “I BARK! For Dino.”. Romario thought it was hilarious and asked his Boss if he was going to run for Mayor.
  • Dino had commissioned a stylish collar made of raw hide and velvet inner lining with the Cavallone crest to give to the dog on its first birthday. The day they first met.
  • Every time he came home no matter how dark his mood was as soon as the dog comes out to meet him and Enzo Dino will smile and greet it with a pat on the head.
  • It wasn’t until the dog had given birth to three puppies that Dino found out it was a girl.


  • After getting so many recruits he had begun looking for more means of stress relief. One of the first things he tried was finger painting.
  • It didn’t go so well since he kept getting carried away and using his sword arm to dip into the paint. It resulted in a lot of ruined paper, spilled colors and swearing so he gave that up.
  • He will kill you if you say anything but quite a lot of people knew of Squalo’s little known hobby. What is it? Podcasting, of course.
  • It all started several years back when Xanxus took the position of Boss for the Varia. They had all needed new recruits rather desperately but people who knew more than four languages― a requirement to even be considered Varia Quality― was a rarity. So he set up this secret, little known radio frequency that could usually only be picked up by Mafiosi and taught a different language every week for at least four hours hoping that somebody out there would pick it up and fucking meet their requirements.
  • It was a shot in the dark and Xanxus thought it was stupid but he allowed the shark to do what he wanted anyway. As long as Squalo did his work there really wasn’t much he wanted to do about it, really.
  • It had taken a few years but eventually recruits started getting accepted and the Varia had started to gather more fame and infamy. And Squalo had to hide a smirk when, during interviews, about eighty five percent of the recruits claimed to have gotten the language skills from the radio station on 70.2 AM hosted by a loud mouthed guy who taught them how to generally swear in at least ten different languages.
  • It didn’t take long for the recruits to figure out that Squalo was the one running the show.
  • Over the years Squalo had graduated from radio stations to podcasting and has now at least three hundred million subscribers for his podcast the “Swearing Shark”.


  • A lot of people associate Xanxus as the epitome of being a mafioso. A lot of people know about his hobby of assembling guns and testing them out himself. But not a lot of people know about his favorite means of stress relief. Yes, my friends, not a lot of people know that Xanxus likes to stare at aquariums.
  • It wasn’t like it was a decision of a sort. It kinda just happened. When he was younger, out to make his bones for the Family, he had chased a target out of Sicily and into Australia. He had killed the man after a good long chase and when he looked up he realized he wasn’t surrounded by concrete anymore. Instead, he found himself in a room filled with walls that viewed the sea outside.
  • With a little boy’s fascination he had stared at the sights of manta rays and sharks and assorted fish floating gracefully by him for hours forgetting everything he was supposed to be remembering at that point in time. It was like being lost in a whole new world. For the first time in a long time he felt innocent again.
  • He had made it a point to visit the same underwater aquarium every year for a private viewing until the year he got frozen by the Ninth.
  • It was the first thing he had visited after his defeat at Sawada Tsunayoshi’s hands at the Ring Battles.
  • He had decided not to build one in the Varia fortress wanting it to be as private a secret as possible.
  • Over the years the only person he had ever taken to the place is his significant other.

So @seijouho and I were talking about matsuhanaiwaoi things and I was like “okay, but lemme write some headcanons” aaaaand here we go. The rest are under a read more!

  • The four moved in together after college (Makki and Oikawa went to the same university while Iwa and Mattsun went to different ones, but they all maintained a long-distance relationship throughout their college years) and with the amount of money they had they went ahead and bought a house - a small fixer upper, but theirs nevertheless
  • Mattsun landed a job as an editor in the city and writes in his spare time - he often gets inspiration from his boyfriends. Makki is a beauty vlogger and within a year actually managed to get a big following and a couple of sponsors, but he still works in a local coffee shop for extra cash. Iwaizumi is a physical therapist, typically for athletes, and Oikawa is on the professional volleyball team
  • They don’t always get to spend a lot of time together, but in the beginning it was Mattsun who decided that they needed at least one day a week to spend time all together to relax and make sure everything was okay. That started in the first year of college (typically happened with a group Skype call), and continued at the house. They typically curl up in the living room and watch TV or movies, and they rotate who’s turn it is to pick movies
  • Sometimes they go on dates though - they’re really fond of picnics and walks at the nearby park, which also has a lake that they can go swimming in when the weather is nice. Mattsun likes to make crowns from dutch clovers for them, which he’ll place on their heads with the sweetest pecks and eskimo kisses, which make the boys (especially Iwaizumi) blush and stutter. Makki is the baker, so he’ll make all sorts of sweet treats for them to eat there (he likes to hand feed them like a dork), and Iwa cooks them food

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Starmora Week Day 4 - Parents

I swear I will start one of these at a reasonable time EVENTUALLY but here’s a surprisingly not-so-angsty one??

It starts, as most things in their lives did, with an explosion.

“Flarking son of a bitch!” Rocket howls, springing away from the sudden shower of sparks and flames that erupts from the detonator he was working on.

“Hey!” Peter says, clapping his hands over Groot’s ears (or where he thinks they are, at least) as he shelters Groot to his shoulder from the sudden blast. “Watch your language in front of him!”

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Fallen Angel (Kenny McCormick / Reader)

Anon: can you do a Kenny x reader where the reader is an angel that he sees briefly every time he dies and one day he sees a girl that looks exactly like her and it turns out that it is

Growing up I’ve been seeing an image of a boy in an orange parka that  had messy  blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. I would always see him in random times, I never really understood why.  It didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing, he would always show up though our eyes would only meet for a few seconds. As far that I’m aware of only I can see him, it didn’t bother me that much since he would only show up for a short amount of time. As of now I’m a high school student, I grew taller and my voice had changed from when I was a kid. I could also say the same for the boy wearing a parka, he seemed to have grown up as well. He was taller than I first saw him and his face changed, but not drastically since I could still make up that it was him. The only thing that changed about me besides my appearance was my location. My family recently moved to South Park due to my dad getting a new job.  

Today was my first day in South Park high school, they didn’t have a uniform which was something I’m not used to since my old school had us wear a dark and sad uniform. I took a deep breath before entering my the school premises. “Okay, (Y/N). You can do this.” I told myself as I entered the school. The first thing I noticed when I got inside was that everyone was in groups. “Looks like things aren’t going to be easy for me.” I thought to myself.  I made my way to my classroom while avoiding everyone’s eyes. Everyone seemed to have known each other, I assume that I was the only new kid. When I got in the classroom I careful choose a seat, I made sure it was the one furthest from each group. I don’t want to sit in a seat someone saved for their friend. As I sat down I was greeted by a boy with a book in his hand and behind him was two other kids, one was wearing a blue hat and red puffball and next to him was a bigger boy. “Hello, you must be (Y/N).” I returned my attention to the ginger “Yes.” I don’t know what else to add.

“We’ve overheard about a new student so I decided to be the first to give you a warm welcome.”

I guess things won’t be as hard as I make them to be. “Thank you.” I said to the boy. “I’m Kyle by the way.” The ginger then gestured over to the two boys behind him. “The one with black hair is Stan and the fat one is Cartman.” as soon as he called Cartman fat Cartman said something under his breath. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” Stan greeted.

“Likewise” I replied

“And there’s also Kenny” Kyle said as he looked over to the door. At the exact time I focused at the door it swung open revealing a bright orange parka. My eyes widen as I felt something familiar from that color. “It couldn’t be” as soon as the person who opened the door looked over to us I felt my heart beat faster. My eyes were glued to him, everything else in the room became a blur. The person I’ve been seeing all my life was in front of me, because I was focused on my thoughts it took me a while to notice that he was also in shock.

“You’re–” He rushed to my side and held me by my arm. “Real.” he continued. What does he mean by that? “Kenny, it hasn’t been an hour and you’re already flirting with the new girl.” Someone said. “You’re not disappearing.” I said to him. This was the first time I was able to look at him for more than a few seconds. Ours eyes locked on each other as we tried to figure out what was going on. I didn’t really think that person I had been seeing was really. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening so my hand found it’s way to his chest. “You’re real!” I said to him, his eyes seemed to have grown wider from that comment.

“No shitl.” I heard the fat guy from earlier speak.

The boy in front of me turned to the source of the sound leaving my eyes to face the side of his parka. His blonde messy hair seemed more of a mess, his lashes were long and beautiful. I’m glad that I’m able to see more of him and no longer just one side of his face. “Alright, go back to your seats.” An old man with a green polo shirt came in. Everyone started going to their own seats while Kenny and I remained standing up facing each other. It felt surreal that I was able to look at him straight in the eye. “McCormick and new kid sit down!” The teacher commanded us. “I’m sorry” I said as I got pulled back into reality. I went back to my seat and Kenny did so as well.

I turn my attention to what was in front of me, the teacher. The difference between this school and my old school is how the teachers treated their students. Mr. Garrison is so harsh to his students, he doesn’t pull his punches and he doesn’t seem to teach anything as well. I looked over to Kyle who I sat next to and asked “Is he like this everyday?”  

“You’ll get used to it, but if you don’t get the lesson there’s a group of students who go to the library for a study session.”

“Thanks for letting me know, Kyle.”

“I’m sure that other members would be glad to have you” Kyle then looked over to the back side of the classroom, I wasn’t too sure what he was looking at when I looked over to the back as well. “Kenny seems to be happy that you’re here.” Kyle said as his eyes focused back on me. “What’s up with you two? Are you guys old friends?”

“It’s kinda hard to explain”

Kyle’s brow raised in confusion from my words. “I’ve seen him before in my head and it’s the same for him as well.” Usually when I tell people about seeing a boy  at random times they would laugh at me and/or call me out for being weird. “That’s really something.” Kyle didn’t mock what I’ve just said, that’s new. “You don’t find it strange?”

“I think it’s cool that you two have something special.”

He’s right. It is something special we have. I don’t think  Kenny has any idea why we’re able to see each other in our minds maybe I should ask him after class if he has any clue what might be causing all this. As soon as class has ended I walked over to Kenny’s seat. His eyes lit  up as soon as I made in contact with him. I felt my cheeks turn red, as I am unfamiliar with this expression coming from someone. “Kenny, I wanted to ask you something.”

“If it’s a date. Kenny’s poor!” Cartman shouted from the seat next to Kenny. “Shut up, fatass.” Kenny said as he stood up and placed his hand on my shoulder. Kenny started leading me out of the classroom. “Let’s talk outside.” He said as we made it to the door. “Okay” I went with Kenny to the hallway where other students seemed to be preoccupied with their own thing. Kenny and I were near the lockers, our backs resting on someone else’s locker. “So what did you want to ask?”

“I was wondering if you had any ideas why we’re able to see each other despite never knowing each other”  Kenny’s eyes slowly shifted to my direction as he let out a big sigh. “I don’t why we keep seeing each other though I know one thing that could be the root of all this.” Kenny stopped leaning on the locker “You might not believe me for what I’m about to tell you–” Kenny’s expression turned grim as he spoke. I followed him as he stopped leaning on the locker and faced him properly. “The only time we make contact is after I die.”


“I’m fully aware that people only die once, but that’s not the case for me.”

I didn’t know how that would be possible, but at the same time I knew he wasn’t lying. It is impossible for me to even see someone I’ve never seen my whole life at random times so what he must be saying must be true. “I believe that you’re not making this up”

“I’m glad you understand from just my words alone. I have no one to back me up with my story as they seem to forget the memory of me dying once I come to live another day.”

There was a moment of silence as he had finished speaking. It must have been hard for him to have his friends forget about his death. Has he been living in this spiral of death and life for this long. My hands slowly found its way to his. “I promise not to forget about you.”

“I have a hunch that what we have will prevent you for forgetting my deaths.” He said as he held back my hand. “I’m glad that you’ll remember and know that I’m not lying about my death, but I don’t like the fact that you’ll be seeing me die again and again.”


Many weeks had passed since I moved into South Park. I’ve finally caught up with all my school works. Every after school I would go to the library with Kyle to attend a study session and on my way home Kenny would always walk would me, because of my connection to Kenny we’ve grown close in such a short period of time. “(Y/N), do you want to stop by the mall for some food?”

“That would be nice” I said as we took a left to head to the mall. “You know ever since we’ve started hanging out nothing bad has happened to me.” I looked over to Kenny from my shoulder and smiled “I guess I’m some sort of good luck charm.”

“I’d like to think of you as an angel and not just an object.” He said as his hand locked with mine. I puffed up my cheeks and sulked “You’re such a flirt.” I said as I rolled my eyes. Kenny laughed at my remark “That’s fine since you like me too.”

I couldn’t deny what he had just said. It’s true that I’ve always had an interest in him. “Shut up” I said as I looked away from him. “I love you” He said as he stopped walking and buried his head on my hair. From what I’ve heard from Stan and the others  Kenny used to be a flirt, he had multiple girlfriends though not at the same time. “You know a little birdy told me that you used to say a lot of sweet things like that  to other girls.”  

“That doesn’t mean that what I’m telling you is a lie.” The way Kenny spoke was so comforting. “I guess that just means that you just go around other people that.” I haven’t had any romantic feelings towards someone before since I’ve only had my eyes on the person I’ve been seeing in my head so I have no experience with being with someone before. “It’s not like that at all.” He said as he raised his head from mine. “You’re the first person that has ever believed my words. I have no intention of hurting you “

“Come on let me give you a hug.” Kenny added. I slowly made my way to his chest and buried my face there. When I felt his warmth from his parka I could feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. “Get a room you guys” As soon as I heard the familiar voice that called us out I tried to separated from Kenny , but my hair got caught by his zipper. “Wait I’ll get it out.” Kenny said as he started to untangle my hair from his parka zipper. “Don’t scare her, Cartman.” He said as he freed my hair. I looked at Cartman who came with Kyle and Stan. “Hey guys.” I greeted them. Stan’s and Kyle’s face were all red from seeing Kenny and I hug each other. “You’ve guys been hanging out too much.” Cartman has said as he grabbed Kenny and dragged him with him. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).” Kenny said as he tried to get out of Cartman’s grip. I waved my hand as to say goodbye. I’m glad that I was able to spend some time with him, but I’m disappointed that our meeting was cut short.

After Kenny was forced to go to the mall I made my way back home. When I got home one of the first thing I did was do my homework, I didn’t want to do them after Kenny returns. Hours passed by and Kenny still wasn’t here yet. I’m a bit worried since Cartman and the other’s probably got themselves in a weird adventure. Maybe I should go and check up on them. As soon as I got out of my desk I blacked out and saw Kenny in my head. When I got back to reality I realized what had happened and I rushed out to Kenny’s house. I knocked on their front door and the person to open the door from inside was Kyle. “(Y/N)?”

“Kyle, what happened to Kenny?” I asked as I could feel my hands shaking. “He got shot.” Stan said as he arrived at the door from inside. “We’ve just told his parents what happened.” My eyes began to water as I’ve heard how he had died. Kenny told me about how unlucky he was and how he would always get shot or get himself into dangerous situation that would kill him, but I have never experienced him die. He told that he would come back after a while, but it was still hard to accept that he died.


I went to bed after Kyle and Stan walked me home. They tried comforting me on my way home, but I failed to. I curled up into a ball on my bed and hoped the Kenny would be back by tomorrow or today, because of how sad I was the night moved slower than usual. Moments later I fell asleep with my pillow  soaked with my tears.


A sound coming from my window woke me up. I got out of my bed and made my way to the window. When I looked out the first thing I saw was Kenny, he was holding a bunch of rocks. I quickly got out of my bedroom and went outside of my house. When I got out I felt the cold wind, it was still too early and sun wasn’t out. “Kenny, you’re okay.” I said as he ran towards him and gave him a hug. “It was so scary. I didn’t know where to look for you” my voice started cracking as tears start to roll on my cheeks. “Don’t worry I told you I would come back after a while.” He said as he hugged me back. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

I raised my head from his chest and looked at him. “Why does this happen to you?”

“I don’t understand why it does as well and how it connects to you, but I’m glad it’s you who believes me.”

I could feel Kenny’s arm pull me closer to him. “I’m tired of people forgetting about my deaths.” I could feel the sadness in his voice as he spoke. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve last died.” Kenny changed the topic. “When was the last time?” I asked

Kenny started to remember when it was, it’s been that long that he doesn’t even remember. After a few minutes his eyes lit up as he looked at me. “Before you’ve transferred here  out.” Kenny and I since we’ve met we’ve been hanging out everyday. It was easy to put two in two together. “Do you think it’s really, because that you’ve been sticking around me that you haven’t died?” I asked.

“I could be wrong and it might have been a coincident, but ever since you’ve started hanging out with me I’ve never felt any happier.” He said as he holds my hands. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Kiss?” someone inquired.

“Um,” the writer responded, after the words had been written. “I can explain.”

But she couldn’t. Not really.

(Only because this was already KINDA SORTA written … not really, I had 400 words and now it’s like 5000—canon to Warren is Strange THE SEQUEL [title in progress] slash Whale Song, but will definitely not stay totally canon. It’ll get somewhat rewritten to fit the context of the actual sequel once I get to that part of the story … whenever that is. Probably. Lord, if only I could explain the absolute mess that is my “Warren is Strange & etc” doc right now. I’m really sorry.)

ALL WARNINGS FROM PREVIOUS INSTALLMENTS STILL APPLY. Meaning the same shit from the video games/Warren is Strange. Just to be safe.

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This Can't Be Real (An Angsty Sleepover Klance fic )

Pairing: Keith/Lance (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Summary: “All I’m saying is…why does it have to be just girls?” Keith nervously bit the inside of his cheek, wondering if Lance was too dense for this conversation. The fact that the blue paladin still wanted to have a sleepover when it was just the two of them was ridiculous enough, so he figured a ridiculous conversation wasn’t too much of a stretch.

Yo so I wrote this thing because I like Keith suffering a little ngl

I hope you like it!

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

A small thing for the Single Dad/Hot Teacher AU

Winter rolls around, bringing slush and runny noses.

Rey catches a cold the first week of December and stays home from school, eating canned soup and grilled cheese sandwiches and watching Mythbusters on Netflix. For three days, Ben’s Google search history is a string of desperate inquiries:

difference between cold and flu
is throwing up normal with a cold
flu symptoms
how long does the flu last
diseases similar to flu
symptoms of anthrax
is it anthrax or flu
how much tylenol safe for kids
100 degree fever
when to take kids to the hospital fever

She sleeps on the couch, a sad, sniffly little burrito in her favorite Wonder Woman blanket, and he calls out of work to bring her juice and rub circles on her back with his palm, like he used to see her mom do when she was a baby. When her throat hurts and she whimpers because she can’t sleep, Ben honest-to-god cries. He’s never felt so useless in his life.

The second day, Rey’s teacher texts Ben to ask how she’s doing.

The December snow is thin, not good for much more than coating the sidewalks in a thin layer of white that’s quickly trampled dirty brown. It’s a shame- Ben remembers winters when he was a kid being a lot more impressive. He has vague, probably exaggerated memories of giant snowmen and building ice forts in his backyard with his dad.

The local kids manage to have some fun with it anyway, scraping snow off ledges and fences around the apartment complex to fling at each other. In the mornings he bundles Rey off in her hat and scarf. The early morning frost turns her nose and cheeks pink as she walks to school with a neighbor kid, a boy named Finn who lived in the next building and had recently lost one of his front teeth.

“That’s so cool!” Rey squeals when Finn holds it up in one glove, beaming a gap-toothed grin.

After school, Ben waits outside the playground doors so that he can walk home with Rey. He sticks out like a sore thumb in the pack of stay-at-home moms waiting for their kids outside the school. On top of being a fucking giant, he’s the only guy there. The first few days he kept half-expecting one of them to call the cops on him.

Now they just ignore him, flashing wary smiles before going back to comparing snack-time recipes off Pinterest and swapping pregnancy stories like some of the guys he used to know in prison did scar stories.

Some of the shit he accidentally overhears makes him want to cringe in horror. He’d butted in once, unable to contain a horrified, “That can happen?” and they’d giggled at him in a way that made him feel like he was back in high school and had just embarrassed himself in front of the popular girls.

When Rey’s mother was pregnant she’d still lived at home with her parents. It was her mom, and to a lesser degree Leia, who’d done all that pregnancy stuff with her. Ultrasounds and doctor visits. He’d tried going shopping for baby clothes with her a couple of times, but somehow it always managed to end in a stupid fight. Like every other fucking thing they did together.

The week Rey was due he’d run off in his dad’s old van, overwhelmed with fear at the responsibility of it all, desperate to escape what felt like the end of his life. By the time his dad and his uncle finally tracked him down and dragged him back, Rey was already home from the hospital.

“You’re the one who got yourself into this mess, kid.” He can still feel his dad’s hand heavy on his shoulder, marching him up to the door like he was a kid who’d just broken the neighbor’s window. At the time, it had felt like a death sentence.

On the last day of school before winter break, 3:30 hits and he waits, hands fisted in his coat pockets and breath frosting the air, while kids trickle out. They’re all wrapped up in their puffy winter jackets, the kindergartners looking like little marshmallows with legs. A sea of colorful bobble hats stampede around his knees as their moms herd them off.

“They have parts on the back called the stabilizers and they can fly this- look- this close-” He hears Rey before he sees her, gushing about her new favorite thing this week, the Blue Angels. They’d watched a couple of videos on YouTube after he told her how his grandpa and his uncle both used to fly with them, and she’d been hooked.

“Really? That sounds very dangerous.”

Ever since The Incident, Mr. Hux had taken to walking her out of the school building most days. Today, in concession- or maybe it’s in surrender- to the holidays, he’s decked out in a pastel green shirt and a festive tie.

Ben crosses his arms as Hux steers Rey straight to him.

“Time for the prisoner transfer,” Ben says, setting a serious look on his face. Rey rolls her eyes at him, but he’s rewarded when her teacher huffs a little laugh.

“She’s your responsibility for the next two weeks,” Hux says, matching his tone.

“I’ll rough her up if there are any problems.” Ben ruffles Rey’s hair with one large hand.

“Hey!” she yelps.

Hux laughs, and Ben is suddenly aware, with a low sinking in his stomach, that this is the last time he’ll see him until after New Years. Somehow, he’s kinda gotten used to exchanging hellos every afternoon.

“So Hux, you have any big plans for the holidays?”

“Christmas. Family. The usual.”

“Wow, don’t sound too excited,” Ben deadpans, then inwardly cringes. That’s the kind of tacky shit his dad would say.

“Is anyone our age excited to spend a week with their parents?” Hux replies mildly, and Ben can take a hint when he quickly changes the subject. “What about you two? This is your  first Christmas together, I believe.”

There had been a couple of holidays when Rey was a baby, before he got arrested. The three of them together like a real family. They usually ended in shouting, and anyway Rey’s too young to remember them. He doesn’t count those. “Yeah, first one. Uh…” he says, “Probably food and presents. Normal family stuff.”

It’s still weird to say, but something about it makes him want to smile. Family stuff. Their family.

“We have a tree!” Rey interrupts with a little bounce. The yarn ball on top of her hat gives an excited wobble.

“I’m glad,” Hux says. He never used that fake ‘adults talking to little kids’ voice. It was something Ben liked about him. “Christmas isn’t the same without a tree.”

“It’s tiny. I think it’s a midget. But it’s really green and it smells like Christmas.”

Ben tries not to laugh and fails. “Rey…”

It was a dinky thing, one of those dwarf trees from the 24-hour grocery store, but it was real and Rey was crazy about it. She’d never had a tree that wasn’t made out of plastic before.

“This is going to be so better than last year!” She’d babbled, bouncing around the cart holding their tiny tree as he pushed it out of the store. “We didn’t even have a tree last year because mom forgot to get one, even though I reminded her like every day. All we had was Oscar’s stupid ugly wreath made out of beer cans. We didn’t even have lights.”

Ben had decided then that next year he was going to start saving up earlier and they’d go to one of those tree farms and he’d let her pick out the biggest one they could find.

“Have you decorated it yet?”

“Yeah! Show the pictures!” Rey latches on to Ben’s arm, clinging and letting her feet dangle. She’s small for her age, and skinny. It’s no trouble to lift her with one arm. “Pictuuuures,” she whines.

“She took about ten thousand pictures of this sad little Charlie Brown tree with my phone,” Ben says to Hux, apologetic.

“I’d love to see them.”


“Of course.”

Somehow Ben ends up standing beside Hux, holding out his phone, with Rey crammed warm in between them while she swipes through Christmas tree pictures, offering little comments on each one. Hux actually seems interested in it, asking Rey questions and huddling closer to Ben for warmth. Hux isn’t wearing a jacket. Ben can feel the way he’s holding himself stiff against the chill.

Ben shifts to the side so that he can shield them both from the worst of the cold breeze when the wind picks up.

“Alright munchkin, we gotta go,” he says finally, “Mister Hux is going to freeze.”

“Okay, bye, mister Hux!” Rey beams. “Have a good Christmas!”

“You too, Rey.”

“Bye, Armitage.” He didn’t mean it to sound teasing. It still felt weird to call the teacher by his first name. Ben tended to ration it, like a secret treat.

“Ben,” Hux nods in return.

“Hey, nice tie, by the way,” he calls back they turn to leave. Okay, that one he meant to be teasing. The thing was red and green and covered in bright cartoon Christmas trees. Glittery ones. Ben’s pretty sure he saw that tie for sale at Walmart.

“Thank you,” Hux’s jaw is stiff. He looks like he is trying very hard not to either sigh or roll his eyes. It’s the look of defeat. “My class got it for me.”


After months of being stupid and planning this for some reason, here are the kagekids me and @theamateursketch came up with in our headcanon (most of them). Practically all of them are a product of her Tomodachi Life, so some of them were just plain jokes, but somehow they made it to the final cut? What’s the purpose of this? We don’t even know. But we love them.

In a perfect world where Ayano is still alive, and Mary ages normally, their kids grow up wanting to be like their parents and end up creating a whole new dan. So, from left to right (top picture): 


13 years old. Number 6 of the new dan. Main color: dark blue

Ene is Takane and Haruka’s younger daughter and Konoha’s younger sister. He acts like an annoying little sister towards him. She loves to socialize and go out, something her best friend, Aika, is not really good at, so she drags her around. She’s kind of a gossiper, and she loves to ship the members of the dan together. Unlike her brother, she can’t draw at all.


19 years old. Number 9 of the new dan. Main color: greenish yellow.

Rightful heir of the Kokonose family, he inherited the beauty mark to prove it Oldest son of Takane and Haruka and oldest member of the new dan. Because of that, he’s very responsible and tries to keep things in order. He rides a motorcycle around, and everyone’s always asking for a ride, which is a little tiresome. He seems like he could be a really cool guy, but he’s actually innocent and can’t understand sarcasm for shit. Makes him a good victim for teasing. He’s also Hanako’s best friend. He draws really well, unlike his little sister.


17 years old. Number 4 of the new dan. Main color: pink <3

Son of Seto and Mary and Shion’s younger brother (yes, younger. He tol). He’s a sweet and charming boy, very easygoing and has a calm demeanor, so sometimes he has his head in the clouds. His hair is also really fluffy, like a cloud! He’s normally more considerate of others than his own well-being. He’s very self-conscious of his height, but tries not to let it bother him much. Konoha’s best friend.


18 years old. Number 3 of the new dan. Main color: black

She’s the oldest daughter of Kano and Kido. She’s really hyperactive and kinda mischievous, so she loves teasing everyone. She takes her role as big sister very seriously, and is pretty clingy towards the ones she loves. She gets pouty when she doesn’t get what she wants. She’s best friends with Shion.


18 years old. Number 2 of the new dan. Main color: green

Oldest daugther of Seto and Mary and Hanako’s big sister (she smol). She’s the oldest of the gang after Konoha (she really smol). She’s really cheerful and outgoing, and pretty polite, but she’s not afraid to speak her mind. She gets along with pretty much everybody she knows, and she’s kind of a jokester, and a little sarcastic.  She’s best friends with Mika.


15 years old. Number 1 of the new dan. Main color: white and purple

Kano and Kido’s youngest son and Mika’s little brother. Mostly on the quiet side. She’s very timid and shy, so he normally prefers to be with her sister, specially when they were younger. He usually makes sure Mika doesn’t get into trouble, acting like a voice of reason, despite being younger. He also judges people too quickly when he hasn’t known them long enough. He tries to act mature and manly, but he’s so cute he fails.


16 years old. Number 7 of the new dan. Main color: red

She’s the only daugther of Ayano and Shintaro (that’s all a virgin hikiNEET can do). She’s sweet and friendly, but she’s also really lazy, so she takes things at her own pace. She’s smart and patient, but she’s not very good at socializing, so Ene helps her with that matter. She inherited her mom’s scarf and her dad’s pants.


14 years old. Number 8 of the new dan. Main color: light blue

Momo and Hibiya’s oldest son and Mitsu’s twin brother. He’s reserved and calm, unlike his problematic little brother. He always tries to keep him out of trouble. He’s kinda socially awkward sometimes, and can be very emotional. He’s a very strong person, because he actually likes Momo’s cooking.


14 years old. Number 5 of the new dan. Main color: orange

Momo and Hibiya’s younger son and twin brother of Toyo. When both of them were born, Toyo was born on December 31st 20xx, while five minutes later, Mitsu was born on January 1st 20xx. This has caused their birthdays to be a mess (specially since a day later it’s Kido’s). He grew up celebrating his birthday alongside them, so he’s grown to hate his birthday. He likes to get attention and would like to be popular, like his mom was back in the day. Since he’s a twin, he’s used to always being paired up with Toyo, but he wants to be his own person and tries to act differently from him (Toyo feels the same way, too). He’s pretty sarcastic, and outgoing, and he isn’t afraid to speak his mind.


5 years old. Not a member.

Kia is Momo and Hibiya’s youngest daugther. Unlike the other kids, she’s still really young so she normally doesn’t hang out with them… expect when she needs to be babysitted. She’s really cheerful and loves her two big brothers the most. She normally gets people in trouble unintentionally, especially the older kids. They don’t dislike her, but because to her being still young and her ability to mess things up, they prefer not having her around that much.  She’s daddy’s little girl.

I hope you like them. I don’t even know what they are, really.


Mika and Ayame belong to @kikithedeceiver. I just did their clothes’ designs.

Hanako, Shion, Konoha, Toyo, Mitsu and Kia belong to @theamateursketch. I did their final designs.

Aika and Ene belong to @theamateursketch and me. I also did the final designs.

Art, of course, by yours truly.

(please read the fuckin’ captions we worked so hard on them)

((also just try to imagine Mitsu’s zipper is actually fully colored. Thanks))

Home - Part 2 of ???

[Okay. I know you what you’re thinking.”Wow, that was fast. But you said you would be slow???” Yeah, I will be. After this part. Cause I have to think about where to go next. Anyway, enjoy!]

Part 1


Zoey chirped gleefully, her jet boots adding an extra bounce to her step. She had twirled to face him but continued walking with her back to the landscape. Tee trotted along behind them, his new crossbow aimed and at the ready to snipe approaching enemies. It was first thing in the morning, too bright for them to face much opposition, so Rythian felt comfortable leaving his sword sheathed at his side knowing the sharp shooter dinosaur had their backs.

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anonymous asked:

That "living with Jimin" list is the cutest thing, can it please happen irl?!?! And whenever you have the chance, could you pretty please with a cherry on top make one for "living with Tae?" You are a blessing to the kpop imagines world, thank you for being so sweet and talented~

ahh you are too sweet thank you for being an angel!! you are so sweet i might cry

Originally posted by jiminutive

Living with Tae

  • wow what is sleep
  • cause i doubt there would be any in this house
  • or sanity
  • because y’all would have a farm going
  • anyway
  • let’s start from the beginning!!
  • tae realizes there’s an issue when suddenly your laundry turns up in the wash
  • he kinda just is folding all the clothes one day and look it’s your favorite t-shirt??
  • and then he goes to make his bed and your socks are all curled up in the bottom and he realizes oh man well this is gonna be an issue
  • and it’s not even that?
  • like your shampoo is in the shower
  • and you’ve programmed the tv to record all your favorite shows
  • the fridge is filled with your favorite foods??
  • and he just “oh”
  • so then he does what any logical human being would do and dedicates an entire dresser for your things!!
  • but then it’s jeongguk actually who points out maybe he should take it a step beyond that??
  • he kinda “hyung, it’s not my place to make decisions about your love life but wouldn’t you rather if they moved in here?? isn’t a drawer a little..”
  • and taehyung laughs a little and his cheeks are all pink and he’s playing with his hands
  • and jeongguk is all shit well if tae is nervous there must be something bad happening what the?
  • and tae is just smiling “i’d like that a lot more i think…”
  • and jeongguk realizes he’s not nervous, he’s just imagining you living there with him??
  • and he gets all shy and sheepish when he thinks about living with you and it’s so touching really??
  • but once he gets over his endearing moment he is all about trying to plan how this will all go down??
  • and he sits down with jeongguk and jimin and they have whiteboard between the three of them and whenever someone gets a good idea they’re supposed to write it down
  • and jimin has some really romantic stuff planned and it’s touching and endearing and it’s sweet and sappy
  • and jeongguk is like”just ask” and then jimin erases his idea with an old sock so the younger pelts him with gummy bears
  • and taehyung is giving them the look because guys you’re supposed to be helping me??
  • but jeongguk and jimin are gone they’re too busy hurling snack food at each other to pay attention
  • and taehyung just sits here glumly with a pout on his face
  • and he kinda looks at the tv for a split second
  • and he gets an amazing idea and he jumps up and he tells the boys he’ll be back he’s going on an important mission
  • and jimin and jeongguk kinda oh okay I see how you feel about us I see how important we are
  • but Tae is gone there’s no getting him back that boy is out the door
  • Tae wouldn’t be nervous about asking you?? like that wouldn’t concern him at all he wouldn’t be scared to ask
  • he probably wouldn’t have asked unless someone brought it to his attention, cause to him obviously you two were gonna move in together, that was the next logical step in your relationship after the dresser
  • he didn’t realize there had to be a big asking ordeal about it honestly
  • but now that he’s aware he’s gonna make it as cute as he can
  • he comes back from his mission and threatens to stab jeongguk and jimin with a spoon if they spill the secret
  • and all three of them are giggling and smiling and they think this is the best idea in the world
  • and you’re chilling on your couch eating popcorn or something and you get a text from your boyfriend saying he’ll be over in like an hour
  • and you’re kinda confused cause he usually just barges in without warning??
  • but nope here he is, actually telling you he’ll be over and you’re getting weird vibes but you shake it off
  • you want to look good cause you’re wearing pajamas and your hair isn’t even brushed and you just run upstairs and throw on some jeans and a cute shirt you //stole from taehyung//
  • and you’re kinda like sitting a lil anxiously cause what’s going on??
  • and it seems like ages and you open the door and taehyung is beaming at you and you’re smiling too but then you look down
  • and he’s holding a puppy in his arms
  • he’s holding a small, baby puppy in his arms
  • more like hand, this puppy is tiny
  • and it’s a shihtzu and it’s mostly a tan color but the tips of its ears and paws are black
  • and you squeal and take the puppy in your arms and kiss its baby nose and snuggle it up to your chest
  • and you kinda “I didn’t expect this when you texted! what’s the occasion huh?”
  • and he pulls at his shirt collar (jimin and jeongguk put him in this nice button down thx)
  • “well I was thinking since we now have a baby, it would be better if you lived with me so he would grow up with both his parents all the time! having both parents around is critical to a child’s health you know!!”
  • and you’re so wrapped up in the puppy you kinda just nod and smile and you’re giggling
  • but then it hits you and you “oh shit you mean you want me to move in?!”
  • and taehyung laughs and nods and he leans down and kisses you as the puppy yaps happily
  • y'all end up having like seventeen animals
  • guarantee if taehyung finds something wandering the streets it’s coming to your house until you find the owner
  • and if you don’t find the owner well guess who’s proud new parents for like the eighty millionth times
  • there’s fish, there’s an entire tank, plus like six dogs (named after vixx and God only knows why) and like seventeen cats (four were stolen by yoongi) and a parakeet you swear is the devil
  • and you have the room cause taehyung lives in a townhouse
  • and you kinda joke about how much room there is for only two people but taehyung always shakes his head and kisses your nose “it’ll make more sense later”
  • (you later realize he’s already making sure there’s enough room for your future baby number one, cause we’ve all seen how he wants five, and something tells me he’d want to get right on it)
  • there’s three levels (I’m basing this after my dad’s place bear with me)
  • you walk in to the main level with the kitchen and small living room area
  • you two don’t really spend a lot of time there actually
  • when you first walk in, there are actually steps going down to the basement
  • the basement has the laundry room (so tiny) and an office space (taehyung turns this into a mini studio of sorts to work on his singing) and then a bathroom and main room
  • that’s where you two usually hang out cause that’s where the tv is, and there’s a nice couch and a fireplace and it’s really nice for a basement
  • there’s the upper level
  • that’s where your bedroom is (there’s a bathroom in there, it’s nice!!)
  • there’s two other, smaller bedrooms and another tiny bathroom
  • one of the bedrooms gets dedicated to the pets that don’t like sleeping on your guy’s bed with you
  • so like the fish and half the cats and the dog named after leo
  • you guys walk the dogs daily
  • you live in a cute cul-de-sac with a lot of young families so little kids are always coming over to pet the doggies
  • and taehyung just fawns over the kids and he’s loved by all the neighbourhood kids tbh
  • like whenever the ice cream man comes around he buys them all ice cream
  • and he plays kickball with them
  • and tag too
  • and all the moms love him and they always ask when you two are gonna start a little family of your own
  • and you always blush and stammer
  • but taehyung just wraps an arm around your shoulder “when we have more time, so maybe like… next year?”
  • and that always makes you more flustered but Tae only laughs at you and kisses your head
  • you guys always have picnics on the deck
  • he’ll make like salami and cheese sandwiches and he’ll get a blanket and you’ll make some lemonade and you’ll sit on the deck with all the animals
  • and he’ll serenade you
  • always ends up singing cypher though and you kinda taehyung plZ
  • but you guys sit out there to stargaze a lot
  • he names a star after you and every night he points it out
  • you’re not sure it’s the same one every time but he’s more than five hundred percent positive and his eyes light up and so you let it slide
  • and you two lay out on that blanket for hours and stare at the stars and talk about your future together and ugh
  • when you first moved in you realized the walls were white and gross
  • and so you guys take a trip to lowes and you spend like seven hours trying to decide what color you want for the walls
  • your room ends up yellow and the basement is dark green and the kitchen is gray blue and he living room is a tan color and whatever else y'all like
  • and you’re like time to hire someone
  • and taehyung just
  • “why would we do that”
  • and so you two end up painting the place and it doesn’t look half bad actually and you’re quite surprised it turned out looking so good??
  • so taehyung gets this idea he can fix anything in the house
  • like the washer machine isn’t working??
  • well guess who’s gonna be on that Tae is
  • he breaks it even more and you have to call yoongi over to try and salvage it
  • anime nights with your boy taetae
  • you guys sit on the couch in the basement and all the animals that can follow along and come sit on the couch too
  • and you guys have popcorn and sour patch kids and twizzlers
  • and his fave is ouran
  • he likes a lot of the comedy and slice of life ones
  • you watch fruits basket and attack on Titan and soul eater and he gets so into it oh my god he’s belting out the opening themes and he’s picking which character he would be and he’s so cute!!
  • another blanket hogger for sure
  • the dogs wake you two up every morning by jumping on the bed and licking your faces
  • tae lives for shower duets like you’ll be in the shower and he’ll wait outside the door and sing along with you
  • he gets you matching everything including towels and toothbrushes and pillows and bath robes
  • he lives for his baths man and he has a lot of bath bombs that he lets you use all the time
  • he tries to cook for you and he’s actually not that bad either
  • and he sets the table all fancy every night and he she’s across from you and holds your hand while you eat, every time
  • lots of macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets though that’s like his main diet
  • but he tries harder to cook actual food for you and he always like makes smiley faces with the sauce
  • his fave part is dessert
  • you eat it every night
  • it’s usually ice cream sundaes
  • and he eats half of yours!!
  • and it’s really cute and he’s so precious and he loves you unconditionally and it’s always a lot of fun in your house

anonymous asked:

Can you do Seventeen daily routines with their S/O but with Performance Unit if you havent done that yet? Please? 2000 anon

vocal unit ver –> (x)   //   hiphop unit vier –> (x) 


  • you both wake up and just like…….stare at each other for like four minutes because u need to come to ur senses…..usually hoshi’s first and he’s like “we have to wake up” and then there’s a pause and you’re like “rIGHT we have to wake up”
  • breakfast is the two of you just sharing a glass of orange juice and like feeding each other toast 
  • hoshi always insists on wearing something outrageous as a joke every morning and you just roll your eyes because haha cute but srsly just put on these jeans or else you’ll be late
  • you two are about to leave and hoshi’s like WAIT i forgot my notepad and you’re like h urr y!!!!
  • he like takes a hold of your hands before u have to leave and he’s just like “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me ok, be safe today, i love you” and then proceeds to give u the cutest lil kisses as u scrunch up ur nose and tell him he’s gonna be super late
  • while ur both at work hoshi sends u random pics of things and sometimes he’s like ‘guess whose nose this is’ and ur like ‘vernons?’ and he’s like ‘noPE s.coups but yeah hows work is it tiring??’ 
  • you usually get home first because hoshi spends extra time in the practice room more than most others so u like fix up something to eat
  • when he gets home the first thing he does is find u and pull u into a hug and ur like omg uve been practicing all day go take a shower and he’s like let me hold u ok it’s been like ten hours i need this
  • he eats what u made with the biggest smile because he loves anything u make him
  • u two try to stay up sometimes to watch like a movie or just joke around but u end up slumped against each other on the couch or in bed and u know it’s lights out 


  • refuses to get out of bed unless you give him like twenty kisses
  • makes you coffee and toast but then like eats your slice of toast and drinks ur coffee and you’re like junhui please and he’s like ill make more hehe 
  • you two fight over who gets to use the mirror longer 
  • he usually wins because he’s sly 
  • compliments you on what you wear by either just saying “you look really good” or looking at you with the “you look really good” gaze
  • sometimes,,, like on rare occasions you and him will match your like color schemes or wear like the same hat just because couple items are cheesY but wen junhui is the literal c h e e se 
  • asks you like ten times if his hair looks nice
  • kisses you for a long time before he’s satisfied and leaves for work
  • during work sometimes he calls, but sometimes he’s too busy…. when he does its usually just him being like ‘i have this bad feeling we left the toaster plugged in also i saw these nice sweats in a magazine we should go shopping soon’
  • sometimes he just sends like emojis with no context
  • once you two are home together you like vent about your days and also like huddle around new magazines or around a laptop to look up new styles or music videos
  • jun makes u watch every stage seventeen does live 
  • you guys eat like whatever is in the fridge ,,,, lots of like frozen dinner because you’re too lazy to cook
  • you fall asleep with jun’s head in your lap or something because he seems like the type to just get comfortable on you and knock out 


  • wakes up first and tries to get a nice fresh start on the day by making you some oatmeal but he burns it….sigh….
  • you wake up and find him in the kitchen looking sadly at the burnt oatmeal and you just shake your head, give him a goodmorning kiss and tell him to go brush his teeth while you make oatmeal thats not burnt for the two of you
  • you and him eat oatmeal standing up in the kitchen looking at each other like ‘we just woke up but like it’s gonna be a long day so let’s enjoy this one moment’ 
  • kisses your cheek and like hugs you super tight at the front door,,, does it again once he walks you to the train or bus
  • at work he just reminds you to eat lunch and you’re like YOU EAT TOO and he’s like of course!!! i ate the most out of everyone today!! and you’re like good. g o o d
  • jun sometimes texts you something in random chinese and u ask the8 to translate and he’s like ‘i would but he just wrote something dumb’ and ur like ofc
  • if the8 gets home first he orders chinese food like it’s a given he just loves his chinese food
  • you spend the evening like doing housework together like laundry or cleaning,,,, you two plan to buy some cute plants,,,, you two wish you could get a dog 
  • you get tired at some point and the8 picks you up and ur like put me down but he’s like ‘no you’re tired let me carry u to the couch so u can rest’
  • most of the time you fall asleep there and he ends up having to wake you up by poking your cheeks and being like ‘you should sleep on a bed,,, sleeping here is uncomfortable’ 
  • you two fall asleep safely in your blankets while holding hands,,, 


  • is awake like three hours before you are you don’t know how but he is
  • wakes you up by singing one of their songs or even better, he puts on the michael jackson 
  • is so energetic in the morning that he probably runs out and buys you two like melon beard or something to eat while you take a shower and get ready
  • you two munch on your snacks and dino excitedly tells you about his plans today and also asks you about yours
  • he is easily excited and so easily forgetful and he’s like “it’s time for work!” and you’re like “dino,,, you’re still in your pajama bottoms.”
  • once you have to part ways he kind of chews on his lip and keeps looking away and you’re like omg he’s flustered so you have to be the one to give him a lil kiss and he just gets so smiley and bright when u do!!! 
  • while you two are at work he like calls you once or twice but in the middle of the conversation he gets distracted by other things and its ok like its cute to hear him start mumbling about something else like u don’t mind
  • he snapsback to the conversation like ‘oh sorry!!! i was telling seungkwan about this cool dance i sa-”
  • he doesn’t hangup without telling you he loves u but he kinda stutters when he does ahh 
  • u get home and dino’s like ‘what shoudl we eat?’ and you’re like ‘what should we eat?’ and you two playfully argue over who gets to choose 
  • you end up choosing something and like the rest of the evening is dino showing you dance moves or doing silly lil thing and like he’s always trying to get u to go outside to like the park or just to take a walk
  • u guys take a walk when it’s already dark and he’s shy but he’s like hold my hand,,, just in case,,,, 
  • he gives u a more confident cheek kiss under the moonlight
  • u guys get home and change into ur cute pajamas and mayb have a little pillow fight but just a little until dino just cuddles you real close and is like ‘im so thankful i get to spend everyday…with you..” 

anonymous asked:

dude i'm all about the soulmate aus. like theyre my fave. plus your writing is also my fave. so maybe a prompt that would/could be fun? like soulmates but somehow also childhood bffs (bc that's also my fave trope EVER) but they for some reason dont know theyre each others? idek how that would go, but youre super badass so if youve got the time/inclination, i bet you could do it:)

+ Anonymous said:  “What about a soulmate AU where the Griffin family curse is that they’re all born with a compass on their skin and when they find their true love the compass points true north.”



I switched it up a little, hope you don’t mind, but you can basically expect soulmates + childhood friends + soulmate-identifying compasses.

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The friendship of Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake starts with a bang.

More precisely, it starts with two eight year olds colliding into each other, pebbles digging under the skin of Clarke’s knees and Bellamy’s glasses cracking as he crashes onto the pavement.

It starts with a loud crack, glass shattering, and a moment of Earth-splitting silence followed by a shout that is not incredulous, not angry.

Small Clarke Griffin, with her hair braided into a crown on top of her head, can’t stop looking at her wrist as she exclaims, “You broke my compass!" 

There are two words everyone in the world swears by and they are soulmates and compass. Because people are lost and they are broken but they have their compasses to guide them home.

Bellamy Blake’s jeans are ripped where Clarke’s knees are scraped, and he stares at the golden-haired girl, his mouth parting in silent horror.

"You broke my compass!” she accuses again, letting go of her wrist to get up from the ground and shove at him.

They are too young then to understand what it means, but they know that it matters more than they’ll ever know.

When she pushes him back on the ground, the same cracking sound breaks Bellamy’s heart and there’s a piece of glass right next to his tattered chucks.

His compass isn’t moving and now it’s Clarke’s turn to gape in silence.

“I guess that makes us even,” he shoots back, malice filling his voice. And because he is eight and he doesn’t remember the last time he’d looked as clean as this girl does, he adds, “Princess.”

Raising her jaw petulantly, she offers him a hand and he takes it, lets her pull him up. She’s shorter than him and an unruly curl tickles his nose when he tries to loom over her.

It’s very short lived because she threatens to shove him again and Bellamy can’t help but to laugh.

“I like you, kid. I’m Bellamy.”

She shakes his hand like she has every intention of crushing his bones and yeah. Yeah, he likes her.

“Clarke Griffin, nice to meet you.”

For the next ten years, no one knows how they managed to turn ruining each other’s chances of finding true love into a friendship.

But they still did.

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Roommates Part 8: The Party Part 2/2

So it´s finally there, the moment we all waited for or not: The smut!

But don´t think everything is going to work out just now. You didn´t think that, right?

Because let me tell you, that we are only just beginning and that the Reader and Dean have a lot to go trough til the end.

Read the other Parts here: Part 1,Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5, Part 6,Part 7

I have to warn you though, this is going to be full of clichés, weird coincidences and all in all the flufflyest fluff in the world of fluff, paired with the occasional smut.

If that´s your thing, than have fun reading Room D103

When you arrive at college, everything is supposed to change. You want to become a new person, leave behind the things that happened to you in your hometown and try to make some new friends and fit in.
But what happens if you end up with a roommate, who is not only a guy, but also a handsome football player/most annoying jerk on the whole planet?

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Length: 1205 Words

Warnings: smut, fluff, drunken sex

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56


The way home was even more fun than the party, you balanced over the curbside, Dean making sure that you didn´t fall, you always falling into his arms on purpose, finally causing him to scoop you up and carry you the last few feet to the D-Dorm.

“Let me go”, you squealed but laughed almost hysterically at the same time while Dean finally put you down and exaggerated the act of holding the door open for you.
“Here you go milady.”
You made a curtsy and then walked into the building, making a point out of running towards the stairs to be the first one back to your room.

Everything felt special, funny, as if the world had turned from black and white to screaming color all of a sudden.
Your head was spinning a bit, but you didn´t really care, you never had that much fun in your life and you asked yourself why you didn´t drink more often.
Dean caught up with you at the top of the stairs, grinning broadly, looking like he was having a pretty good time too.
“I´m having so much fun”, you tell him as you stop in front of your room, smiling at him.
He leans against the wall and smiles back: “I´m glad, didn´t took you for the type though.”
“Yeah, usually I don´t drink. I did party a lot tough, back in the days”, you answered him, memories of you laughing and dancing in the middle of a room full of other juniors flashing before your eyes.
Dean raised an eyebrow: “Really? I can´t imagine that.”
You nodded and rested your head against the cool door: “I used to be quite popular back in highschool, partying was kinda obligatory. Of course that was only until this thing happened and I became an outcast, so there´s that. Sounds cliché, I know. ”
You were half joking, but the memories of what had happened made you sad, and when Dean asked: “What happened?”, you just opened the door and pretended not to hear him.
Suddenly the alcohol left your brain a bit and made space for pretty bad memories.
Quickly you walked into the closet and half shut the door, before you tried to reach the back of your dress to unzip it.
It was impossible tough, because even though your brain felt a little more sober than five minutes ago, your body was still pretty drunk and you couldn´t reach the zipper at all.
“Fuck!”, you said loudly and promptly heard a knock on the door: “Are you alright in there (Y/N)?”
“Yeah, yeah I´m alright”, you said and tried to undo the zipper again but it just wouldn´t work and you sighed: “In fact I think I might need a little help, come in.”
Obviously, Dean had been waiting in front of the door and you vaguely wondered if he had been hoping to see you in your underwear while you were undressed, but then again, he probably didn´t need to play peeping Tom to see other girls in their underwear.
Immediately, he noticed what the problem was and stepped behind you to pull the zipper down.
You could feel the dress getting loose around you and pressed it against your chest to prevent it from falling down, before turning around.
“Thanks, Dean.”
He was only inches away from you, his eyes drawing you in once again, his hair perfectly messed up, his chest rising and falling with heavy breathes.
You looked up at him, breathing heavily yourself, holding on to your open dress tightly.
“You have to say stop now, or I am gonna kiss you”, he said and you got up on your toes to press a kiss on his lips.
After that, you were lost.
You never had had a one night stand before, and yet here you were, your dress falling down to your feet, you stepping out of it, feeling weird in just your heels and underwear.
All of a sudden, he grabbed your ass and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, clinging on to him as if he meant life, which he kinda did in that moment.
Longingly you ran your fingers over his back while he turned around to get both of you back into the bedroom.
You continued to kiss him, your eyes closed, the feeling of his small scruff delicious against your soft skin.
Suddenly he put you down on the bed and first took off your shoes before you watched him with your arms crossed behind your head, while he undressed.
He didn´t stop at his boxers, he just got completely naked, and you stared at him without any shame.
“Come here”, you said and stretched out your hand, and he took it, finally returning to you.
Immediately you kissed again, then he turned both of you around so that you were on top of him now.
At first you continued to kiss him, your long hair falling around both of you like a curtain, you feeling his now hard cock between your legs, making you wet.
You sat up and looked down at him before scratching over his chest with your long, pink nails.
“You´re beautiful”, he whispered and when you looked into his slightly unfocused green eyes, you knew he really meant it.
Quickly you reached behind your back to unhook your bra and even managed that despite your condition.
You made a show about tossing it away and because you weren´t careful, it landed on top of your nightstand lamp.
Somehow this was extremely funny to you and you started laughing loudly, Dean joining in.

It took the two of you about two minutes to remember what you had been doing and you stood up to get rid off your panties.
Now it was Dean´s time to watch you, and you enjoyed it, even spun around one time to let him see everything before getting back on him:
“You have a condom?”, you asked, making use of the last bit of common sense you had left and he nodded, pulling a box out of his nightstand.
You took it and hurried to get it on his hard member before kissing him one more time and then seductively staring into his eyes while sinking down on him.
You let out a moan and he growled, digging his nails into your hips immediately.
And then you started riding him, not like a porn star or anything, just carefully moving back and forth and up and down a bit, making it somehow incredibly intense.
A small voice in your head was screaming something at you, but you couldn´t quite hear it yet and so you just kept going on until you came with a shout of his name that now kinda did sound like you were a porn star.
After your orgasm, you barely felt him cum too before you rolled off him, too tired to even be upright.
“That was incredible”, you said completely out of breath, your eyes closed.

You heard his low chuckle, then him standing up, probably to toss away the condom and then him coming back, cuddling up next to you, and then everything finally went black.

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