i was trying super hard to make stuff that day and everything came out awful

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

Wait what's the story about half the boys in your grade getting your class kicked out of Disney world?

Okay, if anyone is going to read this story, you are legally required to listen to the song “Turbulence” first. Nothing will truly make sense without it. You sit your ass through the entire damn song, if you try to skimp out on it the Elder’s will find you. It’s completely vital to the full experience of this stupid ass story. This ENTIRE story exasperates me

Now, okay, so my high school senior class….was relatively a group of good kids. It was a larger grade then I was used to growing up, so I obviously didn’t know everyone in the school personally, but I could pretty much recognize everyone in my grade, and like okay, there were a lot of class clowns and trouble makers™, but for the most part, no one was really a dick and everyone was generally a Decent Person.

Then, for some ungodly reason, the song ‘turbulence’ gets released. 

Now, I think the song actually came out in like, 2011 or something, but it caused Notable Problems with my grade in particular. It was deemed our ‘CLASS SONG’, and every time it played at an event or someone just played it for fun on their phone or something, every single kid in my age group just unexplainably went crazy. You never really knew what was going to happen, and it got worse each and every year- making senior year the year of Worried Faculty, and not without reason. 

Senior Year alone, before this Disney incident happened, the song ‘turbulence’ lead directly to the slightly-violent concussion of an unwillingly crowd surfing teacher and a few freshmen at homecoming, and it was also being blasted on a blue tooth speaker when a couple of boys in my class Lowkey Very Politely High-Jacked The Plane We Were On, so, when we got to Disney World, the chaperones made sure to contact whoever was in charge of our party and told them under no circumstances was this song to be played.


So the school does a Disney trip for the seniors every year- they stay in a cheap hotel and shove four or five withering and hormonal teens in a room, they go to the parks during the day, one night they walk through Universal and see the Blue Man Group in concert, and one night they usually have a big dinner and dance party for the kids, usually held in Sea World. 

But, you know what came out when they were planning the Disney trip? Blackfish. So, the school board (and a lot of the students) were like “UMM-” and that left them scrambling to find a new location for the party. 

The Disney workers, being Disney workers, were super helpful when the school mentioned this issue when they called to make reservations, though. They were like, “Oh, this is great timing! Your school always brings such well-behaved kids every year, and we’ve been thinking about opening up our Fantasia Gardens golf course as a party location! You guys could be our first official party!” and the school was super flattered so they agreed. Disney was providing a dance floor, food, a DJ, and everything else, and it wasn’t going to really cost anything extra, so the faculty was like, Super Excited about it. They thought this was gonna be a great thing, they were the experiment to see if they would try this with other schools, it was an honor, and it meant that they had a great reputation in Disney’s opinion, so maybe they’d be open to providing the school with free/new stuff/opportunities in future years.

Now, let me tell you something- I was Kinda Fucking Miserable for most of this trip. The first day was fine, but the second day saw my friends abandoning me in Magic Kingdom with barely any explanation, so I spent all day roaming MK and Epicot alone, save for occasionally standing next to acquaintances and talking to my different-school friends in a group chat on my phone, and then later that night my friend since third grade like, got a school official and cried to her about how I had instigated a fight and that’s why I was alone all day, which is literally such bullshit and not what happened, it‘s been 3 years and I still cannot believe she actually pulled this fuckery, so even though we made up later in the week I was still pissed the fuck off for the rest of my life the trip. All of my roommates (the deserters) were walking on eggshells around me, except this one control-freak girl who tried to micromanage everything I did (even though literally none of it affected her)  and none of us realized how pissed off I was until I apparently physically threw her out of the bed while I was in a deep sleep, multiple times, and also stole her pillow. So the only person who I wasn’t Fully Done with was this tiny girl from a writing class, but she was potentially Half-Hamster, exclusively wore clothes made for seven year olds, couldn’t go on half of the rides because of her glass eye, and 99% of her conversation points was talking about all the plans she had to hang out with one of the other girls I was rooming with (who didn’t actually wanna hang out with her/got mad at me the third day there because the boy she liked was flirting with me), so like…she was sweet but I also wanna go on rides and not hear how great the girls I’m lowkey in a Blood Feud with are, you know? She wasn’t exactly prime hang out material here. So by the time we get to this party at Fantasia Gardens, we’re all lowkey pretending like everything’s fine but like. It wasn’t hard to tell there was fighting going on. And you could just look at all the other students around you and see there was also fighting going on. Shoving so many kids in hot rooms is never a good idea, like YIKE. 

Anyway, I needed something at this party to be fun. I needed to be released at this point. 

I walk into the place and immediately realize I’m a fucking outlier amongst the girls- every single girl had opted for a sundress, whilst I thought a black skirt and a nice blouse would be enough. This should not have been a problem, but hey. High School. What can ya do. (it just made me more stressed) At this point I was like, this is it, this is it, I hate literally everyone in my high school. There’s nothing holding me back. Graduation take me the fuck away. But I had to make it through this party and then one more day in Disney. 

The room was like, a barn, kind off? Or at the very least it had been decorated like one. There was barbecue food, a dance floor, a lake outside, and a mini-golf course that we were told we were allowed to use at any part of the night. The DJ was playing relatively normal dance/club music. After about an hour of strobe lights and watching people dancing, My Friend Who Hath Betrayed Me and I decided to head down to the mini-golf course. 

There were these two guys there, and I didn’t really know them but they were clearly those ‘All Our Classmates Are Beneath Us Because We’re Alternative And Like Anime And Heavy Metal Music’ types of guys. They took one look at my ass in a tight black mini-skirt and immediately started flirting with me, and on any other occasion I would have shot them down, but 1) They were both actively focused on me over my friend, who I was still mad at and 2) I was frustrated - so I started flirting back even though I wasn’t interested in the slightest (and I had petty reasoning, of course, but I was 18, it was a bad week, it was 100 degrees, give me a break. I promise 99% of the time I’m not Awful). So anyway, we get caught up in a game of mini-golf with these anti-establishment boys, who spend the entire time dissing our classmates for, like, dancing, and looking for excuses to show off in front of me/touch me. We missed like half the dance because of this. 

Right when we were finishing our game, we were contemplating going to the other golf course (I was looking for an excuse to head back to the party tbh we were literally the only four people outside it was starting to feel like the set up to a horror movie) when a girl came up and told us to head back in because the boys™ had busted out the alcohol and we only had a limited amount of time before the chaperones noticed. 

(They sold alcohol at our hotel, a bunch of people had fake id’s made before the trip for this very reason). Me and my friend didn’t actually feel like drinking but we took the excuse and the boys followed us back inside (we lost them on the dance floor and I only saw them once again that night). Anyway, we arrived to what we thought was Chaos, but was truly only the Beginning of Chaos

Right off the bat, I noticed the boys from my Gov class and the boys I knew from detention were huddled around each other, muttering under the music. That, I knew, was not gonna lead to anything good. They see me, and they’re like “Javert! Javert people trust you! Go request that the DJ play turbulence!” and I’m like. No. What are you fucking planning??? But they just keep pressing me. They would not drop it oh my God. One of my roommates overhears this, the one who’s mad at me because her crush she never talks to was slightly flirting with me earlier, and she’s in a petty™ mood so she asks why they want it to play but they still won’t tell her, just keep insisting that it has to happening. So she’s all, ‘I can get it to play’ and struts off to the DJ booth with an exaggerated ponytail snap. I’m left with these boys like. For fucks sake please don’t get anyone killed. 

A few boys break off to go tap people and let them know what’s going on. The smell of alcohol is strong. Boys are starting to discreetly take off their shoes and any valuables and hide them under the tables. The chaperones aren‘t noticing any of this. 

I broke away from the dance floor to get a soda, and one of the teachers sees me looking mildly distressed and asks if something’s wrong. And I know. I know that I have the power to kill whatever the hell is about to happen. I’m the sole person in this room that’s clued in who’s not whispering in excitement and waiting for the song to play. I still don’t even know what they’re all planning on doing, but I could end this so fast, just say the words ‘turbulence’ or ‘the boys’ or ‘senior prank’, and this would be nipped in the bud immediately. This could be over before it ever started, all because of me.

And then I reflect on how shitty my weeks been going, how I was frustrated with most of the people in the room, how I needed something fun to happen at this party to release me from hell. 

I tell the chaperone I’m fine, just getting a little tired, and they drop it and head back to the buffet line. 

I head back to the dance floor. Everyone is grinding with baited breath. 

The DJ’s voice comes over the microphone: “I hear it’s someone’s birthday tomorrow! Let’s play her favorite song!”

Turbulence begins to play.

The class goes wild, wilder than they’ve ever been before. The building may as well be shaking from all the noise and music. 

The teachers are trying to get the DJ’s attention to cut the song. He can’t hear them. 

The bass drops

Almost every boy on the dance floor screams, runs outside, rips off their shirts and jumps into the fucking lake

It was absolute PANDEMONIUM. This wasn’t even the funniest thing they could have come up with but everyone left on the dance floor was loosing their minds cracking up. The teachers and Disney workers were screaming at the top of their lungs and trying to haul boys back onto the land. 

Then the manager of Fantasia Gardens starts screaming that there are alligators in the fucking lake



A L L I G A T O R S. 


All the boys eventually make it back onto land- no one had been bitten or killed or anything, although a few apparently did see ‘shapes moving’ (it was late at night, so nothing clear), and one kid got kicked in the head and knocked out for a few moments and almost drowned, but everyone was intact. 


And like, you can’t fucking blame them. I’m sure when they were making the principal sign liability papers, they didn’t think to include ‘late night gator attacks in a lake’ on the list, they could’ve been put in serious trouble if something had happened omfg. But there was a LOT of yelling/ranting/cursing. NEVER before have they seen such inappropriate behavior, the school would not be allowed to step foot in the Fantasia Gardens EVER again, yadayada, that sort of thing. The more boys I found soaking wet, the more ridiculous this got- I knew which of them had planned it of course, but this was most of the grade. There were like, geeks and nerds and Good Kids™ who I never expected to do something like wild like this standing around half naked looking torn between proud and about-to-cry omfg.

Every single boy who participated got suspended for three days, but they had to space out which boys were suspended which days because they didn’t trust them to not throw a giant party on the days they weren’t there. 

The school is still allowed in Disney World every year, but are banned from Fantasia Gardens and received a fine. 

Turbulence’ was absolutely banned from being played at senior prom. 

hey i wanna talk about erik klose

  • “i feel like he could hold me up forever” erik isn’t just emotional support he’s a soccer player and he is s t r o n g
    • he got them Midfielder Thighs™
  • he fuckin loves soccer movies ok 
    • nicky, already grinning, in response to erik’s parents asking how his day was: alles ist gut
    • erik, sliding into the room in his socks and running into a wall: soLANGE DU WILD BIST!!!!!
    • used Bend It Like Beckham and She’s The Man to practice his english
    • he definitely has a poster of jess bhamra in his room, she’s his hero
  • he is SUPER tall
    • (he’s actually taller than matt when his hair isn’t spiked)
  • him and nicky are low key competitive as fuck and they run together when nicky starts training for exy
  • nicky quickly learns that trying to outlast a midfielder on a run just. doesn’t work. they do the most running on the team and typically go whole games without getting subbed out.
    • 3 miles in nicky is wheezing and dying and erik is laughing like the absolute traitor he is
  • but!! it wasn’t all sunshine at first i mean come on,, this is the foxes
    • when nicky first got to the Klose’s he was reserved, quiet. 
    • erik was taking a year off to travel with friends during the first 6 months nicky was there
    • when both parents agreed nicky could stay for the summer for some extra classes so he could graduate on time (by american standards), he finally met erik
    • tall, athletic, kind erik, erik who came home with all kinds of candy from all kinds of countries to give to a boy he never met all to make a pun about what a “sweet deal” it was to have someone new in the house, he felt his heart race when nicky smiled at him for his ridiculous efforts
    • that’s the first time the klose’s saw a real smile come from nicky
  • erik convinced nicky to go to church after a while
    • it was hard at first, especially when nicky noticed erik was getting some weird looks from some of the older people in the congregation
    • when nicky asked why, erik told him about how when he came out his grandmother stopped speaking to him, and how some parents didn’t want to let erik come over to see his friends
    • but then erik told him how his parents told anyone who wasn’t okay with their son that they weren’t worth having around, that they loved erik and they wouldn’t allow anyone to try and make him feel bad for being himself
    • and how his cousins snuck out and took him to his first pride parade in hamburg
    • surrounded by people who actually care, nicky started to hope again
  • nicky starts to smile more and erik…he’s so smitten. his new mission in life is to make nicky smile
  • erik’s humor is usually really awful puns and dad jokes, but he also is really good at keeping a straight face while saying absolutely ridiculous things, leading people to question whether he’s really serious or not and nicky fighting super hard not to bust out laughing (because he’s the only one who can tell he’s joking)
  • nicky prides himself on being pretty fashionable so he’s not entirely sure how the hell he lets erik get away with wearing those awful toe shoes. the. the individual toe ones.
    • you know the ones
  • the first time they kiss, erik was climbing a tree and fell out, because all his grace stops the minute he steps off the field
    • it was a forehead kiss because, well, erik’s face was bleeding, but yea
    • they’re a bit of a mess, but they’re cute, ya know?
  • nicky and erik are the type of couple to go to the grocery store at 2am because they really want to make mac n cheese and accidentally end up buying 4 pounds of candy instead while serenading each other to the weird 90s music the store is playing
  • erik loves aldi’s and wants to live there. everything is so cheap, nicky. they have my favorite cheese, nicky. nicky. where are you going. nicky i live here don’t leave we haven’t bought any bread yet-
  • he owns crocs. he just. he does. he bought orange ones when nicky joined the foxes and fuckin little white fox paw insert thingies because he’s a supportive boyfriend, dammit
  • he draws smiley faces on everything. notes to nicky, his notes at school, on his meeting notes at work, and his favorite place: on nicky. 
  • he’s one of those people who can’t tan for shit, he just burns then freckles. nicky is constantly nagging him to wear sunscreen. he always forgets and sends nicky pictures of his bright red shoulders only to get pages of texts ranting about sunscreen and melanoma
  • he’s got scars everywhere but theyre all from like. the dumbest stuff. there’s a big one on his knee from sneezing while on a run and subsequently tripping on the sidewalk and wiping out. several are from falling out of trees. he broke his nose falling out of the shower because he freaked out when he saw a spider. again, all his grace is on the soccer field. everywhere else he’s a hazard.
  • he’s really, really clumsy. he loves fiercely because that’s how his parents taught him. he knows he’s lucky to have a family that stuck by him, he knows it’s the least they can do, but so many gay kids have shitty parents. kids like nicky. and erik may be gangly and clumsy. he may be competitive and he may not always understand how nicky feels because he hasn’t experienced what nicky has. but he has fallen out of more trees than anybody he knows, and falling in love with nicky is an ache he’s never been able to ice away, and would never want to anyway.
Little Bump.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: This is a request from this drabble list by @hollandaised.
#18: “What’s the matter sweetie?”
#13: “I lost out baby.” and
“I love you and I’ll never leave you.” at the end.
Thanks for the request. I hope it makes you fucking cry because this was awful to write. I love you, Cassie xoxoxo

Warnings: I know of a least one swear, and reader has a miscarriage. Please don’t read this if that’s a sensitive subject for you. x

Word Count: 840

A/N: This was super tough to write, so like… be prepared for a pretty emotional heavy story. And the miscarriage is described, symptom-wise, as another warning. I hope you enjoy regardless! xoxo

Life with Tom was everything you could have asked for and more. You’d been dating for nearly a year and a half. When he left for promotional stuff two months ago, however, he had proposed to you, saying he “couldn’t go away again without sealing the deal.” You had both cried, and cried again six days later when you called him about a missed period and a positive pregnancy test. Now, you were just waiting for him to come home so you could properly celebrate.

The back pain should have been a warning, but you brushed it off. Even though most women didn’t ache this much in the first few months of pregnancy, you chalked it up to being bent over the toilet so often. You’d taken a bit of time off work due to the pain and the frequent trips to the restroom. Since, you’d taken to lying in bed, eating a shitton of bread and ice cream and pineapple, scrolling through Instagram and Twitter, trying your best not to bother Tom until he texted you first.

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Bad Boy x Princess AU

“All I’m saying is that you lend me your wand for one second and-”


“C'mon, princess! Do you have any idea how funny using that… syrup… tsunami thing… in the hallways would be? Janna and Oscar would kill to pull off a prank like that!”

Star rolled her eyes at the boy, picking up her pace as the two headed towards the school. “Your immature prank would have quite the punishment from your administrators.”

Marco scoffed. “And when has that ever stopped me before?”

“You do understand that another large scale prank would result in you leaving the school permanently, yes?”

“Gee, since when did you start to care, princess? Are you finally starting to like having me around?” he asked teasingly, nudging her arm.

Star swatted his hand away with her wand and brushed her sleeves as if to dust the filth from her clothes. “Just as an owner would grow fond of a dog, I suppose even I could learn to appreciate the company of a subhuman animalistic brute like yourself.”

“Well, screw you too, princess.”

“Language, Marco Diaz. But in truth, I would prefer not to have you leave the school so suddenly, otherwise I would need to settle in with another host family, and I sincerely doubt they would be as accepting as your household.”

Marco chuckled. “Yeah, my parents are pretty cool like that, aren’t they? Trust me, you’ll never find a better family like mine, you hear?”

Star stopped, turning around and tapped the boy’s head repeatedly with her wand. “Yes, that’s why I am not lending you this wand for your silly pranks. I happen to like your family.” She turned on her heels and continued to walk towards the entrance of the school.

He growled at her actions, rubbing his head. “Keep that up and I’ll kick you out of the house myself…” He caught up to the princess, ‘accidentally’ bumping into other students as he walked through the hallway. “You know, princess, you should really cut loose, once in awhile. Cause some mayhem, why don’t you? Enough with the royal crap. Just relax, enjoy life. Let crazy stuff happen! It’s better than being a total killjoy bitch all the-”

She spun around, giving a death stare to her host. “This ‘killjoy bitch’ is going to cast you into the void if you continue spouting out any more stupidity.” Marco stared at the princess, shocked at her sudden outburst… and their sudden closeness. He blinked a few times, trying to hold back his blush while keeping his heart under control. Star held her ground for a moment, glaring at the boy at close proximity before nervously breaking down, holding her hands to her mouth. “Oh nononononononono, I just said a bad word, I’m so sorry. I promise never to say that again, why did I say that, such foul language, it feels awful, it’s disgusting! I’m sorry, mother. I’m sorry, father. Oh nononono,” she rambled.

Marco shook his head, his heart now beating properly, and stared in disbelief at how quickly she changed. “…Wow… That's… kind of sad.”

Star wiped her mouth, whimpering at her outburst. “I should never say such a thing, I’m the princess of Mewni. Royal families never say such vulgar language…”

“Man, you are really letting this whole royalty thing get to your head. Just relax. A few curse words isn’t gonna kill you.” The boy rolled his eyes, smirking at the teen’s reaction. “Such a drama queen. Like you ever did anything bad in your life.”

“That’s… not true. I used to be quite the rebellious child.”

“Oh no. What’d you do? Stay up past your bedtime?”

“Well, that too, but much more after that. I was almost as much of a delinquent as you. I just choose not to do those things anymore. It’s uncivilized and unethical.”

Marco scratched his chin, thinking. “Unethical, huh? Well, how’s this for unethical. You do something bad and I promise… I’ll make some super awesome nachos for you.”

Star’s eyes widened. “Wh… r-really?”

He smiled. Despite how restrained the princess acted, she could never turn down his nachos. “Absolutely! That is… if you can do a little bad…”

“W-well… I…” She bit her lips, weighing her options. Nervously laughing, she turned around and tried to distract herself from the idea of the delicious meal. “Y-you can’t bribe me like that, you fool. A-as if I-I’d subject myself to doing immoral things just for a simple plate of your… delicious… nachos…”

“I’ll add more cheese this time-”

The princess grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close to her face. “What do you need me to do?”

Once again, Marco’s heart raced, his blush slowly revealing itself. “O-okay… well… here’s an idea…”


“You can’t be serious…”

“Go on, princess. All you have to do is pull the fire alarm.”

“But… there is no fire…”

“No, there isn’t. Now pull the alarm.”

Star looked nervously at the vibrant red alarm, biting her lips once more. “Er… M-maybe we can do something else. I mean, there’s no point in inconveniencing everyone and evacuating the building.”

“Believe me, you’ll be doing everyone a favor. Save them from the boredom 'n stuff.”

“Okay, but consider this idea, what if-”

“Do you want your nachos or not?”

“…” She looked back at the red device. “But…”

“No alarm, no nachos.”

Star hesitantly reached out to the handle and in a swift motion pulled the alarm. The blaring sound echoed through the hallways, making the pair wince at the obnoxious sound. A teacher came out from one of the classrooms and found the two standing by.

“Did you two pull the alarm!?”

Star nodded slowly, scared of the repercussions.

“Good work, you two! One of my students mixed the wrong chemicals and started a fire!”

“What!?” The teens shouted.

“Get going! You definitely saved some students!”

The teacher continued to escort the remaining students out of the room, leaving Star and Marco in disbelief.

“…You gotta be kidding me…”


“Alright, princess. That obviously didn’t work out so well.” Marco took his seat at the park bench.

Star shrugged. “I wouldn’t say that. After all, there was a real fire in the classroom.”

“You’re supposed to do something bad. That was a good thing you did back there.”

“Thank you!”

“That wasn’t a compliment…” He sighed, looking around for another opportunity, observing the bystanders talking among themselves, eating their own food and walking their dogs. “Hmm… alright… new plan. Ready to annoy some people?”

“I would prefer not to.”

“Great. See those dogs? I want you to cut the leashes and let them run like crazy. The owners should have a hard time getting them under control.”

Star glanced at the several dogs in the park, walking alongside their masters. “Perhaps… maybe one dog will suffice? I would be ruining someone’s day doing that. No need do it to everyone, right?”


The very name of the food made her mouth salivate. She coughed and mumbled to herself. “…R-right…”

With the wand in her hand, she pointed it in the general direction of the dogs and shot multiple bursts of light, burning the leashes and freeing the animals. She then created a floating squeak ball and let it roam the park, gathering the attention of dogs as they followed the ball, running from their masters.

“Heh… nice one, princess-”

“Hey!” The two turned to see one of the dog owners standing over them. “Did you just make that floating ball?”

Marco leaned over and whispered to the princess. “Ooooooh, you’re in trouble…”

She shot a dirty look at the boy before returning her attention to the owner. “Um… y-yes?”

“That… is awesome!”


“My dog has a ton of energy and it takes me hours to walk the little guy. That floating ball is just what I needed!”

Marco stood up, annoyed at the owner’s reaction. “Dude! Your dog is running around the park unsupervised because of this girl and you’re okay with that?”

“Meh, these dogs are well trained enough.”

“God… damn it.”

“Language, Marco Diaz.”


The two returned home after an exhausting day of trying to find something bad for Star to do. By some rule of the universe, everything the princess did ended up being for the better. After the park, they tried vandalizing cars, starting fights, making the sidewalk slippery, even making prank phone calls! All of which ended up benefiting people rather than producing negative outcomes. It was impossible for Star Butterfly be bad.

“This was a wasted day,” Marco said, taking his seat on the couch.

“Come now, Marco Diaz. I thought it was plenty of fun.”

“Yeah, fun because it ended up helping people.”

“Isn’t that the best kind of fun?”

He stuck his tongue out, pretending to gag at how corny she sounded. “Yeah… sure princess…”

“Now… about those nachos…”

“Yeah, no. You still didn’t do anything bad.”

“…What if I steal something?”

“You’re gonna steal something? Yeah right. You stealing something would probably make someone richer.”

“I’ll steal from you.”

Marco laughed. “HA! Okay, now that’s rich. Go ahead, see if you can steal something from me. I’ll genuinely be impressed if you can snag anything-” Star leaned in and kissed the boy on his cheek, causing him to jump back to the other side of the couch with a red face. He brought a hand to his cheek, trying to process what she just did. “W-what… you… why…”

“I stole a kiss,” she simply stated with a smirk on her face. “I believe I deserve some nachos, yes?”

Marco’s heart pumped rapidly at her action, he was certain she could hear the beat. “U-um…”

Star took her seat on the couch, and smiled. “I’ll be waiting for my prize.”

Marco slowly backed into the kitchen, keeping his eye on the princess. He turned the corner and leaned against the counter. “Steal a kiss…?”

He let out a small nervous chuckle, his face burning as he replayed the moment in his mind.

“That’s just cheating… Star…”


Looks like it’s APRIL 3RD! At least it is in my timezone :D

@starcoweek3 one down, six to go. GET READY FOR MORE FICS cuz I can’t draw for my life ;__;

HC MC showering and fainting in their apartment

well that happened to me like a few days ago I had a fever came out the shower got dizzy tried to go the bed but fainted on the way being naked. I hit my head on the door frame too. I was alone but  I somehow thought it be a interesting hc and I also wished they would be their lol.

Im a unicorn now

So For this MC is not with anyone yet but their some feels. Somehow the water was not working in that apartment so seven was saying you can go to one of the members to take a shower.

In the guys case Jaehee was way too busy to be in the chat where it was desired where to shower.

If anyone wants they can write that chat.

Let´s just pretend it makes sense

if anyone wants i can add unknown and v too


  • so you thought it would be good idea since zen  has probably no interest in you and he said he was going to  practice his lines anyway so no big deal
  • you stared to feel a bit sick but brushed it off
  • zen was really nice showing you how to set the temperature while flirting with you
  • you didn’t took him serious I mean he is an actor and he must be flirting with anyone
  • so you thought at least
  • so you started feeling dizzy in the shower getting out setting the water off wrapping a towel around yourself
  • the bathroom was so small you couldn’t risk fainting in here you thought you would made it to the couch but you didn’t
  • you fainted right in front of the bathroom door
  • Zen just heard a loud noise ~knight mode activated~  thinking you might dropped something so he  checked on you
  • but then  he saw you and panicked right away. Lucky their you woke up still hazy grasping on what happened
  • your towel meanwhile moved a bit to south you where to out to notice it and Zen was way to worried
  • you said it happens sometimes no big deal you felt feverish anyway so a bit laying would help
  • Zen was still super worried and despite you saying its not so bad he carried you to the bed
  • He noticed the towel had moved but tried his best to not look too much ~ ignore the beast Zen~
  • so you ended up in Zens bed but different then you ever imaged he was super worried still and refused to let you go home
  • Zen cooked for you and was really relived that you where pretty okay by the evening
  • could not get halfnaked you out of his head never mentioned what he saw but it seemt he became more serious towards you


  • He was a good friend and he thought it would be no issue at all to let a girl take a shower in his apartment ~naive Yoosung~
  • so you took his offer
  • he was more flustered then he thought as you arrived tried his best to not let it show kinda regretted his decision already
  • but then again it was nice to have you around
  • he prepared everything for you
  • you felt really dizzy in the shower turning it off wrapping yourself also the bath was way to small to faint in it so you stepped out
  • Yoosung seemly confused ~did she needed something why was she in  a towel +insert panic-blush here+ ~
  • but then bamm you where on the ground instant super panic attack by Yoosung.
  • He has none of this calling the ambulance despite you telling him you okay you just fainted you be okay
  • Yoosung was not listening he would not risk to loose you
  • at least he agreed to you dressing something while waiting  
  • After the medics said its probably no big deal but took you just in case anyway he was relived
  • He refused to let you drive alone and he stayed on your side the entire time after it was clear that it was nothing he finally passed out on a chair right next to you
  • he figured that you where more then his friend but it took him a bit to confess it


  • This made the most sense anyway you both are girls despite your feelings for her
  • you knew it was one sided so it was all okay
  • so you set everything up since she was so busy
  • and you started feeling dizzy you forgot the towel too -darn
  • you had no choice but go out naked
  • Jaehee just heard a sound she came to look what you broke ~she was super worried but wouldn’t say that~
  • she was panicking but stayed  calm enough on the outside checked your vitals ignoring the fact that you are naked on the floor
  • you woke fast back up hazy trying to grasp what happened Jaehee calmly explained you fainted
  • well you knew that already but thank you Jaehee she helped you to the couch so you could rest covered you up asap
  • you told her that fainting just happens sometimes to you so no need for a ambulance she is okay with it
  • letting you stay till you better and then over night
  • not really wanting to let you go the next morning was not saying anything over that to you
  • letting later hints drop of you moving in with her so she can make sure you are ok ~really smooth~


  • His penthouse is huge with two bathrooms and all that.
  • Much better then his offer to let you stay in a hotel you would feel awful to make him pay for that anyway.
  • So you arrived he was different then normal but you just thought he was uneasy around you
  • Jumin had someone prepare the bathroom for you
  • He fast excused himself to his home office you thought you annoy him
  • So you took a shower got dizzy and left the shower bathroom was huge but everything looked so expensive you don’t wanted to break Jumins stuff
  • You wrapped yourself in a towel and stepped out you managed to go in the living room before you fainted on his carpet
  • Jumin thought it was his cat but it was you
  • He was the calmest on the outside but we all know that was a lie inside he crumbled he felt your vitals a bit embarrassed at your quite naked state
  • Jumins was relived as you woke up quite fast.
  • You where hazy but you could tell him what happened
  • Jumin called a doctor to check on you anyway their was no option to refuse him.
  • Made sure you dressed proper
  • The doctor was agreeing to what you said but recommended you to take it easy
  • So you did in Jumins penthouse he refused to let you go back for the next 3 days
  • just to make sure you are okay ~because he would use all excuses to keep you their as long as possible~
  • After everyone telling him they call the police on him he finally gave in
  • Making sure you know how he feels about you by kissing you before you leave
  • well damm now you cant go ~plan succeeded~


  • you where sure it was not a good idea but you liked him so you thought it be nice to spend time with him ~i feel sorry for you already~
  • after he opened the door ~you  had to beg him to open it since you don’t know Arabic~
  • You had to prepare the shower yourself since he was busy ~and you distract him enough as it is~
  • So you take the shower and you get dizzy his bathroom is small so you have to open the door you wrap yourself in a towel and step out
  • Seven does not hear you falling but he does see it
  • wants to Run over in a instant but then he is relived as you move being really hazy and wobbly
  • Seven has no clue what to do so he freezes up somehow finds himself going over to you as you lay on the couch
  • he is acting like he has no clue what just happened you explain that you need to lay after you just fainted
  • you don’t need a doctor but he lets you rest you
  • Seven leaves the headphones down just in case you need something
  • brings you whatever you need. Seems annoyed but you see right threw him
  • Seven is embarrassed over your towel only outfit lets you dress in his room after you feel a bit more clear
  • lets you sleep in his sine you still wobbly by the evening
  • trys not to think on you sleeping in his bed on his pillow under his blanket ~fails hard~
  • somehow thinks its his fault
  • drives you back in the early morning from now on he will keep an close eye to the cctv out of security reasons
  • he is not worried about you at all ~lies~
  • will ignore his feelings for like 3 days and pretend its nothing
NCT Dream Reaction to finding out you’re dating Haechan, but they have a crush on you.

Can you please do NCT Dream’s reaction to finding out you go out with haechan, but they have a crush on you?

Here you go anon! Writing angst for the Dreamies was a struggle because I just want them to be happy, but I’m quite happy with how it came out! I hope you like it :3


Mark had everything planned out. He’d brought you a flower and had written you a lovely note expressing all of his feelings. He walked out of his room ready to go and find you, only to find you already sat on the sofa in the dorm. He stumbled to a stop and just stared at you, feeling super confused but then also really delighted. He cleared his throat, smiling softly, and began to shuffle towards you. But at that moment Haechan appeared and dropped into the seat besides you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Who’s the rose for, hyung?” He’d ask Mark, turning to look at his friend. Mark would swallow quickly and glance around the room, looking for an escape. “Jaehyun,” He’d whisper the first name that came to mind and then he’d just walk out of the room, scrunching the note in his hand as he walked.

He would throw himself into his work and not let himself get too upset, it was just a crush after all and he knew it would be ok. He just kept saying to himself “At least she’s happy with Haechan,” and after several days of non-stop work he did actually feel ok. It was just a crush, after all.


Renjun would get quite upset when Haechan gathered NCT together to tell them he had asked you out, and that the two of you were now dating. He’d be stunned really, just sitting his seat staring at the floor with wide eyes. Should he have asked you sooner? He hadn’t wanted to rush you… Haechan was so happy though, so when he started to speak to Renjun about you, Renjun  would just smile and nod softly. He would try and excuse himself from the conversation, saying he was tired and wanted to take a nap, but in fact he’d go back to his room and play a game, something to keep him distracted. But playing games didn’t distract you that much, so he’d think it through slowly. He might shed a couple of tears, but he is a smart guy so he’d know that it just wasn’t meant to be between the two of you, and that there is still someone out there for him. After that he’d totally be ok being around the two of you.


Jeno always knew he was far too shy to confess to you, so I think he would kinda be ok with you dating Haechan. All he ever wanted was for you to be happy, and he loved Haechan a lot and he knew he could make you happy. He’d get a bit quiet for a while but then he’d come up to you to ask if Haechan makes you happy. He wasn’t trying to start anything, but he wanted to hear it from your lips. Hearing you smile and reply sincerely that, yes, Haechan made you happy, Jeno would be settled. “Then I’m happy for you two.” Your relationship wouldn’t change how Jeno feels about Haechan, they’d still be just as close, he’d just be happy you found the right person for yourself. He would most likely confide in Renjun, so if Renjun ever noticed that Jeno was being unusually quiet around you, he would start doing weird things so that no one noticed Jeno was acting a bit off.


“Haechan? Really, y/n?” Jaemin’s first reaction would be to feel bitter and he would definitely tease you for your choice in Haechan. Jaemin was sort of similar to Haechan, and Jaemin couldn’t understand why you would choose Haechan over him. Over his time knowing you he had thought you two were pretty close, so why you’d end up with Haechan was beyond him. He would tease Haechan a lot about kissing and dating and being romantic, and would try to give him “helpful” tips. But when people started to notice that Jaemin was acting weird he’d quickly correct his behaviour and go back to acting like himself, forcing himself to pretend he’s ok. He’d probably be the person you talk to if you and Haechan ever got into a fight, but Jaemin is a loyal friend and he’d just want the two of you to be happy so he would never take advantage of the situation. Of course he’d eventually get over you, but for a while he would get a bit grumpy whenever people mentioned your relationship. “Why do we always talk about this?”


Chenle would be the most upset but he would try SUPER hard to cover it up. He’d become really extra and goofy, laughing like crazy and talking really loud. He’d very much say stuff like “AW SO CUTE!” “CUTE COUPLE!” He’d make you hold hands or hug and then he’d be like “Someone needs to take a picture of this!” and of course everyone would notice that he was being super weird, even for Chenle. Mark would intervene, telling Haechan to perhaps talk to Chenle about what was bothering him. Chenle would be honest how he feels, saying he wanted you to be happy but that he was still sort of sad that you’d ended up with Haechan. But Chenle would insist that Haechan not worry, and even though Haechan would feel bad he would still date you. Haechan would be more controlled with you around Chenle, and would just act like your friend to keep from hurting Chenle. Chenle would pull away from you for a few weeks just to let himself get over it. Haechan wouldn’t tell you about Chenle’s crush, not wanting you to feel guilty.


Jisung would initially become quite sad. He’d just nod to himself, trying to accept it. But I think he would want to be totally honest with you, knowing if he got out his feelings he would be able to move on. He’d wait till you were alone and then he’d tell you how he was feeling. He wasn’t hoping you’d change your mind about Haechan, he could see you wouldn’t, but he just wanted you to know that he cared for you and he was there for him if you ever need him. Sometimes when you were with Haechan you’d meet Jisung’s eye and he’d just give you a small smile, just to show you that he really was ok. Seeing how happy you and Haechan made each other would make him happy, and he is so kind he’d harbour no bad feelings for either of you. He’s quite young, so he’d eventually move onto another crush and he’d go back to being your silly, cheeky friend.

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Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You met, you clicked, you dated. Your relationship was public, but would your friend believe you? 

Word Count: 1916

Originally posted by yoonelle

Anticipation rose with every ring of the phone. It had been a week since you came back from your long vacation in South Korea, and in that whole week, you hadn’t been able to see your lovely boyfriend’s face. This video call was the first step into your new long distance relationship,

Suddenly his dimpled face pops up on the screen, “Babe!”  

You knew very limited Korean, but luckily the two of you could speak in English, “Joonie, I miss you so much!” You practically wanted to kiss the screen.

“Aw, me too babe. I miss you too. How’s college, everything okay?”

“Yeah, just got a whole paper due in like two days, no biggie. But what about…the announcement?” You and Namjoon had made sure to video chat today because the both of you knew that something big was going to be announced: your relationship.

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nyazuline  asked:

24 with............ broly/raditz ;)

“Oh my God, you’re in love with them!”

Yamcha plopped down on the bench next to Raditz and leaned back against the table. “So what’s eating you?”

Raditz glared at him. “Nothing.”

“Dude, you’re bouncing your leg hard enough to set off a Richter scale. You only do that when something’s bothering you. So what’s up? Maybe I can help.” Yamcha grinned at him. Something in Raditz’s gut clenched. It had been years since he’d first arrived on Earth, since he kidnapped his nephew and tried to eradicate all life on the planet. In that time, he’d tried to prove he was worthy of everything Kakarott had done for him. He’d fought monsters that far outstripped him in power, he’d died trying to set things right. (He came back, but he’d still died.) But that wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t deserve the friendliness offered to him by Kakarott’s friends, by his nephew.

By Broly, of all people.

“It’s nothing,” he said, “don’t worry your pretty head over it.”

Yamcha glared at him. “Look, I’m trying to be nice here. You’ve gotta talk about your feelings and shit with somebody and it may as well be me. You really want to hash your feelings out with Goku? Or worse, Vegeta? How about Piccolo, or Tien, or one of the other emotionally repressed assholes we keep hanging out with?” Raditz grimaced. None of those sounded appealing. Yamcha slugged him in the arm. “Come on, you can talk to me. I promise not to laugh.”

Raditz glanced across the park to where Broly was receiving meditation lessons from Piccolo. Ever since he’d crashed on Earth, he’d been making the same efforts as Raditz. Honestly, Raditz understood. There was something about Earth that made you want to protect it, even though it was as backwoods as planets got and probably wouldn’t even join the intergalactic community for a few more decades at best. It was quaint. And apparently, even the Legendary Super Saiyan himself wasn’t immune to its qualities.

That, at least, made him feel a little better.

“It’s like this,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “Now that Broly’s here, I feel like I should…I don’t know, try to be closer to him, I think? He’s one of only four remaining full-blooded Saiyans. And really…of all of us, I’m the oldest left. I’m the only one who remembers some of our traditions and stuff. Vegeta knows because Nappa made us learn, but he doesn’t care, and getting Kakarott to sit still long enough to learn anything takes either a miracle or six tons of rock.” Yamcha snorted. “But Broly–I don’t know. I just want to talk to him, I think. But he’s avoiding me because I look like Kakarott, and it bothers me. I’m not really sure why.”

Yamcha patted his shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sure Broly will warm up to you, Raditz. Hell, if Chi-Chi can, so can he.” He laughed and Raditz scowled. “Look, just go over and say hi, okay? It’s not hard. Maybe ask if you can join in the meditation lessons.”

Raditz bared his teeth. “I hate meditation.” Most Saiyans hated sitting still by nature. Their blood called for action, for violence–meditation wasn’t something they generally put much stock in. The only reason Broly was agreeing to it was in an attempt to calm and control his insane power. “Besides, Piccolo still doesn’t like me.”

“Piccolo doesn’t like anyone except Gohan; I wouldn’t take it personally.” Raditz snorted. “Go on, it’ll be fun! Well, okay, not fun, but it’ll be a start, anyway.”

Reluctantly, Raditz pulled himself to his feet. “If this goes badly, I’m blaming you.”

“Sure, whatever.” Yamcha waved him off. “Knock ‘em dead. Actually wait, no, don’t do that.”

“Too late,” Raditz called over his shoulder, sauntering towards Broly and Piccolo.

Broly looked up when Raditz approached and Piccolo immediately slapped his knee. “Concentrate, dammit,” he muttered.

“Raditz is here,” Broly said quietly, pointing.

Piccolo cracked an eye open and glared. “What?”

Raditz folded his arms. “I want to join in. That a problem?”

Broly perked up and turned to Piccolo. “Can he?”

Piccolo eyed Raditz, then sighed and closed his eye again. “Fine. So long as you’re quiet.”

Broly was becoming a problem.

Or, well, it wasn’t Broly himself that was the problem, if Raditz was being honest, but if there was one thing Raditz was good at it was not being honest with himself. He’d succeeded with his original plan of talking to Broly, getting a little closer to him, finding out more about him. And Broly was actually a really interesting guy. He was a lot quieter than Raditz expected when he wasn’t a screaming rage monster. He listened when Raditz talked–really listened, not just pretend-listening so Raditz would go away faster, or pity-listening. He seemed genuinely interested in Raditz and what he had to say.

And he was cute. Raditz wasn’t going to deny that. Broly was downright cute when he wasn’t the Legendary Super Saiyan, and having seen his other form Raditz could safely say that even as the Legendary Super Saiyan he was still hot as hell. He hated shirts in the same way that Raditz hated long pants, refusing to wear them unless strictly necessary.

The thing was that there was a sadness to him, a distance in his eyes, even when he was paying close attention to what was happening. Raditz could recognise it as the look of someone afraid of getting attached because they’re used to having what they want ripped from them without warning. He could empathize with it.

Broly laughed at Raditz’s jokes. Raditz prided himself on his awful, awful puns, sometimes getting into a pun-off with Yamcha to the dismay of everyone around them. And Broly laughed at every single one.

No, Broly himself wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Broly was perfect.

“Oh my God,” Yamcha said when Raditz told him all of this. “You’re in love with him.”

Raditz wrinkled his nose. “I am not.”

“You are!” Yamcha laughed and Raditz scowled. “Holy shit, you are totally in love with him! That’s…that’s fucking hilarious oh my God.”

“When you’re done laughing at my expense,” Raditz snapped, “I’m not in love with Broly. It’s just that he’s fucking perfect and it’s making me feel even more inferior than usual, jackass. Thanks for wrecking my day.”

“Okay, first of all.” Yamcha sat up straight, totally serious. “Broly is not perfect. I mean yeah he’s got the Legendary thing going for him, which is cool I guess, but the guy can barely talk without running away, he’s literally freeloading at the Lookout until further notice because Goku begged Piccolo and Dende to let him, and he is the clumsiest person I’ve ever seen. Seriously, just yesterday I watched him bump into a china cabinet of Mrs. Briefs’s and almost cry about it. That kid’s got issues, Raditz. He’s not perfect.”

Raditz hesitated. None of that sounded all that bad to him.

“Secondly,” Yamcha continued, “you should ask him out.”

Raditz looked flatly at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on! It’d be fun!” Yamcha leaned in conspiratorially. “I bet he’s a real monster in bed, you know.”

He could feel his face turning red. “That’s not–no, I’m–look, you don’t get it. Even if I wanted to ask him out, which I don’t, he’s so much stronger than me.” Yamcha raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean much to you, but for Saiyans strength is everything. There’s too big a gap between us. And his father was decently high-ranking, or at least higher than my parents. So there’s that. I can’t ask him out. Not that I want to,” he added hastily. “It’s just…annoying, that he’s so great, that’s all.”

The smirk Yamcha gave him told him he wasn’t convinced. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say.” He stood up from the table and stretched. “Well, I guess I’m heading out. Say hi to Goku and Chi-Chi for me.”


Raditz pulled his blanket over his head. It was too early to be dealing with his sister-in-law’s yelling.

“Raditz, march your keister down here right this minute, bucko!”

He groaned and sat up, blinking blearily at the clock on the wall. It was definitely too early for this. He didn’t bother getting dressed, deciding that Chi-Chi could deal with his star-printed boxers and worn-thin t-shirt as punishment for waking him so early. He dragged himself down the stairs, rubbing groggily at his face.

“Whatever you want better be important,” he started as he walked into the living room. What he saw immediately woke him up the rest of the way.

Broly stood in the middle of the living room, hands awkwardly at his sides. He perked up when Raditz made eye contact. Chi-Chi stood in front of him, glaring between Broly and Radiz. “He said he’s here to see you,” she said curtly. “Whatever it is, you two are settling this outside, and away from the house, you hear? If you’re going to get into fights I want you to leave my house out of it.”

“Oh, I’m not here to fight, ma’am,” Broly reassured her.

Chi-Chi seemed to relax at being addressed as ‘ma’am.’ “Well, take it outside anyway. Raditz, you can come have breakfast when you’re done.” She shooed them out of the house and shut the door behind her.

Raditz turned to Broly. “What the hell are you doing here?” Broly looked down and scratched his nose instead of replying. “Uh, Base 633 to Broly, you there?” He waved a hand in front of Broly’s face.

“Do you really think all those nice things about me?” Broly blurted.

Raditz blinked, then realisation dawned. “Y-you–have you been talking with Yamcha?”

Broly looked up at him with a smile, timid but wide. “Maybe.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Raditz ran a hand through his hair and stalked around in a circle. “I’m gonna kill him and his stupid cat.”

“Don’t,” Broly said, putting a hand on Raditz’s arm. Raditz almost flinched away, but held his ground. “If he hadn’t said anything I might not have known my feelings were returned.”


“F-feelings?” he stammered. “You have–what kind of feelings?”

Broly stepped towards him and his smile brightened when Raditz didn’t move back. “Raditz, son of Bardock and Gine, would it be alright if I started courting you?”

A million thoughts and feelings flashed through Raditz’s mind at once–this was wrong, they were of completely different levels, they couldn’t be together, he didn’t like Broly like that, but yes he did, and who cared, they were on Earth now, they could play by Earth’s rules–before he nodded. “I think I’d like that.”

Broly’s smile was as perfect as the rest of him. “Courting starts now,” he murmured, and then his lips were on Raditz’s in a kiss Raditz hadn’t realised he’d been waiting for.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Pairing: Randy Orton/You

Summary: At one time in your life you’d thought that Randy was your happily ever after. Things changed but maybe all hope is not lost for the two of you.

Tags: @the-geekgoddes @wweobsession1029

Catering is where you like to take a little bit of down time. You eat whatever looks best that day, sit quietly by yourself or with some friends and take the ten or so minutes you’re there to catch your breath.  Really all you want while you’re there is to enjoy your food before you have to go workout but on this particular occasion you’re joined by the Bellas.

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In need of help/advice

I’m posting this here because it’s disability/autism related. I’m in desperate need of help with this. If you can’t help in some way, reblogging this to get it to someone who can, that would be awesome. Even just offering me some advice or first hand experience with this would be wonderful.

I don’t know what to do about this.

I screwed up my right hand about ten years ago. Just over seven years ago, I went back to college because I had to quit my career as a musician since my hand wouldn’t work anymore and I couldn’t continue to play any of my instruments.

Once I was in school, I figured out what I wanted to do with my life again. I was going to get my PhD in biology and teach college. I was going to use my aspie super power (talking non-stop about stuff I’m interested in) to teach others about biology- one of my favorite topics. I was turning a weakness into a strength and working toward something that would be good for others, too. I would be contributing to society again, instead of just collecting disability benefits.

Everything was going great until I moved to New York to start my graduate degree. The school I moved up here to attend doesn’t believe in the ADA and won’t honor accommodations. I’ve actually been told that my requested accommodations would cheapen the value of their degrees. Without accommodations, I can’t continue my education. After spending my savings of $10k to move here, I couldn’t afford to move again to another college somewhere else. I had to try and stick it out. I fought hard, like the hardest I’ve ever fought for anything. After three years, I only have 20 credit hours toward my degree and most of them are courses I already took at previous colleges that this one made me retake (which includes Bio 1!!). I have $70,000 in student loans from this college alone.

In the spring, I transferred to a local community college (who does follow the ADA) and decided to spend two semesters working on a second AS degree to make myself easier to hire (hopefully). I have no idea where to go next, though, as I just had another career plan yanked away from me. When I went to get loans/grants/etc for the final semester this fall, I found out that I no longer qualify for any. By the time I found out, it was too late to apply for scholarships. I tried, but none came through. I won’t get to finish my second degree, now, despite only needing 15 credit hours which I was already signed up for this fall.

The lack of courses this fall means my student loan grace period is about to run out. I have to start paying them back. My disability income is only $750 a month, though. Any amount is going to hurt badly. So I need to try to find a job with the degree I have and try to start working again. This comes with its own problem.

I am on Medicare/Medicaid. It’s VERY important that I have this insurance. My medications that I take are $800 a month without insurance. With my current insurance, they are $5 a month. Also, between all the specialists I see, I have a doctor visit or two every two months. Those currently cost me nothing, but would be $300 a visit for the one I know the costs for if I had no insurance.

Two of the medications I take daily have withdrawal symptoms that could kill me if I stopped taking them suddenly. These are also the two most expensive drugs I take.

When I start working, I lose my Medicare/Medicaid right away. Because of this, I have to find a job that has good health insurance and I need that coverage to start immediately. I also need to ensure that it’s a job I won’t lose for any reason. If I do, it takes a year to get back on Medicare and Medicaid. I don’t have a good track record with non-music jobs. I either end up at a place that doesn’t want to deal with an autistic employee who has to do things just a little bit different (despite doing them the same quality and quantity as everyone else if not better) and I get fired, I get bullied by coworkers or bosses and end up quitting after I can’t take it anymore, or the office politics pushes me into a corner I can’t get out of leading to one of the other two outcomes. These have happened at almost every job I’ve ever had outside of music. Sometimes it takes a month. Sometimes it takes a year. It always happens, though.

If I start working and it doesn’t work out, I could die. If I don’t start working and have to continue living on my disability minus student loan payments, I could end up homeless. Each scenario is horrific. Worst of all, after losing two careers, I don’t even know what to do with my life, now. It was hard enough to find a second passion that was compatible with my autism and hand problems, but another? I just don’t know.

I’ve been having panic attacks almost every day for two months, now. I’m also stuck in a deep, deep depression. I can barely function right now. I’m sure the friends I’ve managed to spend any time with have noticed I’ve been super off, lately. I’m spending so much energy not collapsing into the fetal position and sobbing that my more pronounced autistic symptoms are sticking out in ways that they normally don’t. My normal lack of a filter on what I say has gone away completely and I have no control at all most of the time.

Just… what do I do? Where the fuck do I go from here?

I’ve got a wonderful partner that I love very much and who has supported me through all this, but I just feel like she’s losing patience for having to completely support me financially for so long, now. If things fell apart, I don’t know if she’d stay with me. God, that’s probably my biggest fear. She’s everything to me and all I do is for her in a lot of ways. Even if she wouldn’t toss me aside, I don’t know if I could live with myself being completely dependent on her any longer. I want to contribute to our lives the way she’s done for me.

How do I stop this awful rollercoaster I’m on? I just want some fucking stability in my life again. I want to know what success feels like, again. And I don’t want to be afraid anymore.


@4bts-army asked: Hi~ I was wondering if I could have a BTS reaction? ..for their GF being a hyper tomboy ? ..just to hide her sensitive girly side? …(maybe to protect herself?)

Reminder: English is not my first language, so it´s possible that I made some mistakes. And darling your english is fine!!

And I really hope you like it. I had some moments where I couldn´t think clearly, but I tried my best <3


He fell for you because you looked so cute in those sweaters that were too big on you. Jin himself likes cute and girly girls, but you acted so nice towards other people and he knew you have a kind heart. This guy would be used to you, in rather tomboyish clothing and always thought that no one will take you away from him (because he loves to give you some of his shirts).

It was his birthday so you decided to surprise him and bought a new dress, nothing too girly – but still a dress. Once he saw you, noticed that and your exposed legs he rushed to you, embracing you in a thight hug. „Y/n what?“ You smiled and turned around to show yourself. „Do you like it? I thought since it´s your birthday I could wear something nice.“ He nodded and yelled yes happily. „You really look nice! Why do you never wear something like that, it really suits you.“ While he was talking to you sat down and covered your legs with a blanket „I don´t want to show too much skin or my feminine side. There.. once where the boys and“ „Don´t. You don`t have to tell me it´s okay. But I want you to know, that you look great in that dress, but even better in your regular clothes because I know you feel better in them. I´m here for you, so I love you even with your cute little girly side“ he smiled. A few tears rolled down your cheek as he pulled you into his arms.

Originally posted by apgujeon


Sounds hard, but he wouldn´t really care. No, he just wouldn´t react in a specific way. He likes when a girl looks great in rather tomboyish look like you do, so he was attracted to you right away. Sometimes when he buys a new shirt for himself, he gets one for you as well, because you both have a similar style. As long as you feel good in the clothes you wear he is happy.

That one night, Yoongi wasn´t home, you looked for some cute shirts that were more girly that your other clothes, because you liked the way they look on all those models. And you also wanted to try some too. No one knew of your girly side and suddenly you felt something on your shoulder. It happen to be your boyfriend who saw at what you were looking. „So.. you like that cute stuff?“ You nodded and started blushing, but Yoongi smiled at you and took your hand in his. „You know I will still love you? And it´s kinda cute to be honest. I think you would look super cute in a dress or ask..“ „Shut up Yoongi. I know you are making fun of me.“ He shook his head and pecked your lips. „I would never, well not now because I know that´s a sensitive spot of you. But it´s cute. As long as you don´t force me to wear that!“ Your boyfriend pointed at a shirt with glitter on it and you boxed his shoulder. The both of you started to laugh and you forgot your worries.

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He would find it kinda cute, seeing you in clothes that looked a bit big or tomboyish on you. That guy would love to give you his shirts, just to see you in them and that way he can say that you are his. It wouldn´t bother him when you were always wearing pants with the shirt, but one day he would ask you, why you always do that.

You lying in his arms would start to tear up and a shocked Namjoon would stare at you. „I didn´t mean to make you cry babygirl, I´m sorry..“ You would just shake your head and say that everything´s fine. With tears in your eyes you would turn your head to his and you would start explain that you don´t like to show a too feminine or girly side, because you were insecure about yourself and you were always hiding that under that clothes. It was the first time that you told someone about your sensitive sides and you somehow felt better. Namjoon looked at you with a soft and loving expression, before he gently hugged you as he would never let got. „I´m really happy that you told me and you know that your thoughts are always safe with me!“ He kissed your forehead and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you cuddled up against him. You felt good and safe next to him. You wanted to protect yourself from stupid comments or just because you thought you weren´t enough, but he gave you the feeling that you were perfect and that´s what you needed.

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan


To be honest, this guy loves cute and girly girls, so he would often ask you to wear a dress or something in a more feminine colour, but you always said no. That one day when he came home, he gave placed something on your desk and grinned. „It´s for you honey.“ He wrapped his arms around you from behind and watched you, as you unwrapped the gift. When you saw that light blue dress and held it in your heads you couldn´t hold it in anymore and started screaming. „Jimin why do you always want to force me to wear that shit. I already told you that I don´t want to wear it because I don´t like it. Why do you even wanted to be my boyfriend if you don´t like the way I dress my self ??“ He looked at you with wide eyes and couldn´t talk. He watched you marching out oft he room and didn´t knew what was happening. After some minutes passed he came out oft he room, into the bathroom, where you were standing in front oft he mirror looking at your body.

„Darling I.. It was never my…“ He looked at the ground and you could hear that his voice was shaking. „I´m sorry Jimin, but I can´t wear those things. They look awful on me.“ He looked at you as fast as he could and rushed over to you. „Why would you say that?“ „Can´t you see.. I´m not the type of girl who wears those things.“ Jimin looked at you in disbelief. „I think they are pretty, but I just don´t feel good in them and seeing you, trying to make wear these.. made me sad.“ He hugged you thight and pressed against his body and shook his head. „First of all, if you don´t feel good in them, I will never mention it again and second. Why do you think I´m trying to make you wear them.. Because you are beautiful and you don´t have to hide yourself. Please see yourself like I do. You are perfect.“

Just imagine him looking at you like that

Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile


You were friends for a long time now and the both of you started to have feelings for each other. You knew that his ideal type is someone who isn´t dressed like you but he somehow never gave you the feeling that he wouldn´t like it. Hobie is the type of boyfriend or friend in general who is happy when you are. So after some months into the relationship you wanted to now and asked him „Hobie why are you my boyfriend? I mean, I know that you like the girly type of girls with dresses and stuff, but look at me, I´m totally different to those gi-“ „Because I know you and I love you for who you are. Why are you asking me that darling?“ He asked you before you could even end your sentence, but you didn´t knew how to say what you had on your mind. „It´s just that, you know.. I´m not dressed like your ideal type and when we go out, I´m not like the other girlfriends and I know, well I can feel that I´m not good enough for you because of my style.“

Your boyfriend was now right in front of you and held your hands. „What are you talking about? I´m more than happy to be with you and I don´t feel that you are not good enough for me. Babe, it´s just your style, if you feel good in it wear it, but please do not think like that of your self, just because I once said I like girls in dresses. I love who you are and that´s why I´m with you!!“ Tears rolling down your cheeks you pressed your head against his chest. „What if, I had a girly side? Well.. I wouldn´t say girly, but I guess I like some cute stuff.“ He would giggle „That´s actually really cute, because I´d never expected it. But I mean it I love you, with or without a girly side. And you don´t have to hide it because you think something could happen to you. I will protect you!“ After he said what you needed to hear, he would cuddle you and you would start watching a movie or go to sleep.

Originally posted by apgujeon


Once you told him the full story of why you stopped wearing too feminine clothing like dresses, he wrapped his arms around you hugged you. We all know that this guy would love everything about you and just wanted you to be happy. „You don´t have to wear this stuff if you don´t like it sweetheart. Just wear something you feel comfortable with.“ He said to you while caressing you cheek and smiled at you. „It´s great that you trust me so much that you told me why, so don´t worry, I won´t force you to wear it. Andi f you want to talk about some cute girly stuff just tell me okay? I love you and even if you are unsure about that side on you, I will always support you.“

You couldn´t believe the words he was saying and started crying out of joy. „I don´t deserve you Tae you are so cute.“  He kissed your forehead and looked at you. „I guess that´s why we are such a great couple eh?“ He then would start tickling you, just to see you smile or would cuddle you, depends on how depressed you feel. Once in a while he would come home with some cute stuff for you, but not to tease you. You told him that you wanted to start wearing some cuter tops or some cute necklaces, so he would buy you some just to help you. He totally understands and respects your decision and would do everything for you to make you feel better.

Originally posted by taejinmin


He was the last person who would complain about your style, or who would say something. This bunny likes when a girl isn´t dressed too girly and would love that about you. He respects you and knows that you are wearing your clothes because you feel good in them and he thinks you look amazing.

You both dated for some months now and you decided to tell Jungkook about your girly side. He never really realized it, for example all the movies you wanted to watch or the decoration you had in your apartment. „Kookie did you never wanted to ask me why I wear those clothes but my apartment is so.. totally different from what I seem to be?“ He would tilt his head a bit and shake it. „I thought that this was you style. I really like how you dress and you seem to feel good in them. Is there a reason behind it or what do you mean.“ You didn´t knew how to answer right away, but you took his hand and started telling him. That you don´t want the others to think that you are just a woman who isn´t so tough or who can´t stand for herself. Jungkook was just looking at you and wouldn´t understand so well, why you need to proof to others and would ask you some more questions, but in the end he would just peck your lips. „You don´t need to proof anything to others. Be confident in who you are, because it´s worth it.!“

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Joker imagine: He finds out you’re depressed

anonymous asked: Heya. Can you write a joker x reader imagine where he finds out reader is depressed? 

WARNING: Might trigger. Don’t read if sad/depressive things are bad for you. Stay strong lovelies. I’m here if you need someone to talk to <3

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Originally posted by breakfastclubbasketcase82

Your P.O.V.

It was raining again which didn’t surprise me. It was Gotham city, not sunny Los Angeles. I was lying in bed and staring out of the window as Joker was dealing his business downstairs on the meeting floor. Good. I really didn’t want him to see me right now. My eyes were red and puffy from crying a moment ago. It had been a month since it happened.

Exactly a month ago I had been walking around the city with my best friend Y/BFF/N. She didn’t even know how dangerous I was. You see I never talked about my ‘new’ life,because it felt unnecessary. I was so wrong. A gang had followed us until we were in a quiet place in the city and they attacked us. I didn’t manage to save her. My own best friend was let down by me. 

Just as I shot two of the men, one managed to attack Y/Bff/N who obviously didn’t know how to fight. Another man attacked me and I had to make a decision in one second whether to save myself and then her, or her and let the man kill me.

In the heat of the moment I shot the person that attacked me, probably because it felt natural to do. Then it was too late to save my best friend. The man shot her in the stomach twice, took her wallet and tried to run away, but I killed him.

It didn’t help at all.

She was dead.

For a month I had been thinking about that awful moment. I could see her pale dead face in my mind and it was haunting my nightmares. I was so sorry. Now just thinking about it again I felt so useless. She was dead, gone, buried under ground because of me, because I wasn’t good enough to save her.

Joker knew that she died, but I pretended to take it easily. I kept saying that we weren’t close friends and stuff like I had already gotten over it. I didn’t want to seem weak in front of him even tho he was my boyfriend. Lately I’ve felt like he deserves better than me. I’m just a worthless piece of shit that can’t protect one person.

After rotting in bed for a long time, I got up and walked to the bathroom. I saw my reflection and nearly gagged. My face was red from crying and I looked disgusting. My hair was a mess, probably reflecting my soul, a big mess. Instead of doing what I was going to, I kept staring at my own reflection. It seemed uglier the longer I stared.

‘’Fuck you’’ I told myself and suddenly I felt tears stinging my eyes. I was so damn weak! I tried to hold them back, but I saw my best friend’s dead body flashing before my eyes and everything came crashing down. It made me so damn angry. So I grabbed a mirror and smashed it on the floor. It broke into millions on pieces and scattered all across the floor. ‘’Stop! Stop! Get out! I hate you!’’ I screamed at the picture of the corpse. Then I collapsed onto the white tile floor and started pulling my hair.

I wanted to rip out my eyes because I couldn’t forget the sight. Loud cries escaped my mouth and I was a mess. Before I realized it, the door opened and Joker walked in. He found me crying on the floor, but I didn’t care anymore. He would leave me anyway. ‘’Y/N..Doll what happened?’’ He asked me worriedly and got down on the floor, avoiding the pieces of the mirror. I shook my head no, trying to let him know that I couldn’t tell him. I could barely breathe. My body was trembling and my lungs decided to control themselves without my help.

Joker realized that I wasn’t going to answer him in a while so he just pulled me on his lap and wrapped his arms around me. ‘’N-No..Let me go’’ I sobbed and pushed him, but he was stronger. ‘’I won’t. You’ve been so distant lately and you won’t tell me what’s going on. I can’t ignore it anymore’’ He nearly growled, but tried to stay calm for my sake. So he had noticed. 

‘’I’m a mess J! L-Let me go’’ I whimpered sadly and then inhaled a shaky breath. He didn’t listen to my demands. ‘’Please talk to me..I can’t stand seeing you die on the inside. What the fuck happened Y/N?’’ He asked me seriously. Our eyes met and I saw him unclearly because the tears made my vision blurry. ‘’I’m just a depressed idiot. You deserve b-better’’ I croaked out and then felt like I shrinked into a tiny bug. He looked at me sadly and his lips parted. It’s like he didn’t want to hear that one word, depressed, leaving my mouth.

It couldn’t be. I knew it was a shocker, but I couldn’t blame him. I used to be super bubbly, happy and crazy smiling all day all night. 

He shut his mouth and then let me go. I watched as he stood up with his hands in his hair and left me alone. My heart shattered even more, knowing that I had disappointed the only person that mattered. I stood up and wiped away my tears. I had to see where he went. So I walked out of the bathroom and held my breath so I wouldn’t start crying. My knees were weak, but I forced myself to keep walking. 

Joker was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was leaning his head against his hands. His back was faced towards me so he didn’t even see me coming. ‘’J I’m sorry’’ I whispered quietly, afraid to say something out loudly. He tensed up and I decided not to go closer. He turned around and I saw something very unexpected.

J was at the verge of tears. His eyes were glossy, but he was fighting hard against them. I had never seen him crying. 

‘’You really don’t see how much I love you. Don’t you understand how important you are to me? I don’t do relationships Y/N, but you changed that in me. I want you to talk to me if something bothers you, but I feel like I’m too bad for that. I don’t want you to be sad. I want you to be happy. Why haven’t you talked to me?’’ He asked me so sadly, in the middle of agony.

My heart was hammering in my chest and I was speechless. This was all too much. He sighed and got up from our bed and walked back to me. ‘’Talk to me Y/N, I’m here for you’’ He cooed and then put his big hands on my shoulders. My bottom lip was trembling and I tried to form the words to let him know what really made me this sad that it changed my brain and led me to depression.

‘’I feel like it’s my f-fault that she died’’ I admitted and then a strange feeling took over me. I was relieved that I finally let it out, but it made me cry again. I hid my face in his chest and tried to keep the tears back. As I shut my eyes, I could swear that I heard her voice in my head saying ‘There Y/N, you did it. It’s not so hard to let someone in.. I need you to trust him now that I’m not there..’

‘’Shh.. It’s not your fault pumpkin…it’s not your fault’’ Joker kept telling me and holding me close to him. His arms made me feel safe and for once I decided to try opening up to him. But the voice in my head really made me think. Was it her? Was she moving on? Or am I turning crazier?

‘’I don’t know what I’d do without you J’’ I admitted and then sighed. If he wouldn’t be here, I’d be a lost case, probably a bigger mess than what I was now.. I just had to trust him more with my feelings.

I had no one else either..

Love You Stretch Marks and All. Prompto x Reader ~ Fluff

Inspired by @anotherchocobroheadcanon post about what they say while s/o is asleep. Prompto’s made me go ‘awwww’ and this came to mind. The first Post and the second Post.


“Prompto has been acting differently lately.” Gladio remarked as he was setting up camp, noticing the thin blond was gathering wood instead of taking pictures.

I looked over at where Gladio was looking sure the camera was out but he wasn’t snapping away like normal at everything that caught his interest. My sunshine boyfriend was super adorable when he was running around taking photos of things sometimes it was dangerous during a battle but I generally kept an eye out on him taking out any prey that was after him. I joined up with Prince Noctis and the others when they had just killed off the Behemoth Deadeye I had been taking care of my sick Chocobo, Rex. I wasn’t the greatest hunter around I was waiting for some friends to come and help me take down Deadeye as I knew there would be no way I could do it myself. In the end the Chocobros had taken Deadeye down me joining them after some begging to help Prince Noctis find all the Tombs of his Elders.Prompto had been the one that convinced them to let me go along with them specially since I had a pet Chocobo that Prompto wanted to love up on. The two of us fell in love rather quickly, his sunshine like personality was just so addicting his beautiful blue eyes were enough to drown in staring at all his freckles made him blush like crazy but I loved inspecting them all.

“I think I know why.” Ignis replied as he turned on the burner stove gathering up a few pots and pans.

Shedding off my jacket it covered in some Anak blood and needed to be washed I heard the tell tale click of a camera. A smile on his lips Prompto gave me a small wave as he placed a pile of sticks and branches to start afire.

“Well then explain.” Gladio said as he finished setting up the chairs as Prompto rushed over to help Noctis help set up the tent as he was struggling a little with it.

“Well it’s Miss L/N over here would be the answer. Ever since she joined the group Prompto has slowly been putting more effort in everything he does but if you pay attention it’s to the things that benefit F/N.”

I blushed quickly sneaking a glance at Prompto as he was speaking to Noctis about King’s Knight.

~~ That night ~~

In the tent I was sleeping next to Prompto out like a light, well I would be if it weren’t for Gladio’s snoring. So I did what I normally did meditate until I could finally drown out the snoring. Prompto was snuggled up against me he had me close to him head resting on his stomach. His right hand stroking through my hair free hand running the controls on his camera it was so relaxing listening to the soft breathing. His heart beat was steady and comforting to hear I love snuggling up against him.

“You know it makes no sense why you love me so. You know that Y/N?” Prompto muttered softly under his breath.

Clearly he was just musing aloud to me thinking I was asleep. I didn’t want to interrupt him wanting to hear what was truly on his mind.

“I’m trying so hard to be someone worthy of you. I’m not really good at anything not really funny - well I guess funny looking or do funny things but not legitimately funny. I have zero money I’m always scraping for pennies to pay bills and stuff I’m wearing the same shoes from like high school. My looks…well I’m not gorgeous like Ignis or muscled like Gladio and fuck I’m not royalty like Noct.”

His voice started to waver a little as he spilled his feelings. It made my heart hurt for him to say such things about himself. Sleepily I nuzzled my face against his chest wrapping a arm around him hugging him acting like I was still asleep but comforting him as well.

“Praise the Six you are so cute. All your talent and you hang out with me. Like you practically come out of every battle looking fresh as a daisy beautiful hair flowing behind you picture perfect every time. Even on my best days I look like something the cat dragged in. I have awful stretch marks on my stomach ever since I lost all that weight…you are cute and cuddly all around head to toe. I’m such a social misfit I’m not even sure why the others like me. I’m just so lucky to have you but I get so scared that you will find someone better than me and to be honest anyone is better than me and leave me.”

I felt some thing wet hit my face causing me to shift a little as it startled me. Was he crying? Peeking my right eye open a bit I saw in the dim light of the tent Prompto’s face all red eyes glistening with tears. My sunshine boy…the pang of sorrow hitting my heart as my precious cinnamon roll of a lover was having a rough time.

“I get so scared jealous even when you talk so openly and easily with the others. Dark thoughts swirl in my mind of how they are probably better for you than me or how you leave me like my family left me leaving me alone for something better.”

I had enough there was a small pit of rage that went through me propping myself up I pushed Prompto back a little. His eyes went wide in shock as a few tears fell from his long golden eyelashes. Wrapping my arms around him tightly squeezing him as I did.

“Don’t say things like that Prompto, I love you and I heard all of what you said.” I said muffled with my face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Hah, I didn’t say anything you were asleep Chicky.” He said nervously trying to laugh everything off calling me by one of his pet names for me.

Reaching up my right hand I cupped the side of his face bringing it to mine fingers brushing away the few tears. His handsome face was red from embarrassment and shame his baby blue eyes intense looking from the crying making them look even more beautiful. How could he not see he was beautiful and wonderful?

“Are you blind?” I asked indignantly.

“No…I just…” Prompto said with a heavy sigh leaning into me pulling me onto his lap burying his face in the crook of my neck taking a deep breath placing a soft sensual kiss on my neck.

That sensitive intimate gesture of his made my heart leap in my chest sending a tingling sensation down my spine. Wrapping my arms around him I hugged him tightly. Gladio’s snoring came to a stop and he let out a grunt as he rolled over muttering in his sleep calling out a name, “Wren” then back to snoring. The others still out like lights as if we weren’t having a full blown conversation at one in the morning.

“I feel so worthless, babe.” He admitted softly his voice wavering a little.

“You are not worthless Prompto. Not in the slightest don’t you ever think that okay?” I said adamantly pulling back some looking him directly in the eyes.

“You really think so?” He asked a hopefully lilt in his voice.

“I know so. You are the glue that keeps this group together. Prompto you are my sunshine you shine so brightly sometimes that it’s blinding. I love your humor your smile that hair is so cute when you wake up first thing in the morning and it’s all messy. Cuddling up with you after a long day makes me feel like the most important girl in the world. Your pictures Prompto are excellent I bet you could get those in magazines and such make quite a bit of money off them too. Noct makes a great model.”

“Yeah because  Noct is gorgeous…”

“And you are too I am not bothered by the stretch marks at all Prompto. It’s proof that you survived that struggle leapt over that hurdle in your life. You wanna know a secret?” I asked brushing a few strands of downy feather soft hair out of his eyes.

“What?” He asked curious his eyes on me intense paying strict attention to me as if I was the only person in the world, another thing I loved about him.

“You know how I got a bit grouchy and bitchy when you suggested I wear shorts like Cindy wears?” I said as I brought up a embarrassing conversation we had a month ago.

“Yeah I am sorry about that…”

“Well when I was a teen in high school I was really depressed a lot because no one ever wanted to be friends with me they just wanted answers for the tests. My family life sucked I had a abusive step brother and the only Control I had over the own pain I gave myself. So I ended up cutting myself in my inner and out thighs. They are deep so they look bad if I wear shorts and stuff and why I like to have sex with the lights off I’m ashamed of what I did to myself.”

I had taken off the blanket pulling down the sweatpants showing just below my underwear on my right side several thick knotted scars. With a quivering hand Prompto reached out brushing his fingers over the scars admiring them.

“Don’t be ashamed babe I understand that pain…I love you Y/N so much.”

I leaned forward cupping his face kissing him passionately feeling his hands rubbing up and down my sides, nipping on his lower lip listening to his erotic whine.

“I love you Prompto and please don’t insult me in thinking I would leave you just because someone flirts with me or is somehow magically better than you. For me there is no one better than you, Prompto you are the bees knee, my darling Chocobo lover, my sunshine. I’m not a floozy I am a loyal person to a fault to the person I love I will stay with them until the very end.” I said reaching a hand up under his shirt rubbing the stretch marks feeling his stomach go tense under my touch.

Prompto let out a little whimper as he stared down at me as I place a kiss on his chest right over his heart then moving my lips to his neck placing a few kisses there.The heart beat going like crazy making me smile.

“Thank you so much…you are so wonderful I am so lucky.”

“Feel better birb-boy?” I teased happily looking up at him, reaching my hands up his sides then to his shoulders gently massaging them, planting a kiss on his lips tasting a bit of salt from the tears.

“Yes, snuggle with me until I fall asleep?” He asked nuzzling his nose against mine wrapping his arms around me pulling me close laying back down on the sleeping bag.

“Uhuh.” I giggled, pulling the blanket around us I slid my hand under the tank top rubbing the stretch marks as I snuggled up against his chest humming the Chocobo song. “I want to ride my Chocobro all day.~”

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It’s been a week since Mirajane’s party. Lucy hasn’t seen nor heard from Natsu since that night. They had a fun time, right? The vibes were there as far as she knew. So, what was wrong? Levy had seen Gajeel twice since then, besides his usual habit of coffee at the shop. Thinking about the situation, Lucy began getting ready for work. Walking to the living room, seeing her best friend eating the leftover Chinese from last night.

“Did you even give him your number?” Levy asked with a mouthful of left-over food.

“Of course, I did, he asked for it,” Lucy said as she attempts a messy bun for the third time.

“I can always ask Gajeel if you’d like,” The small woman suggested as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Rolling her eyes, Lucy says, “No way Lev, I don’t want him involved when he has nothing to do with it in the first place,” finishing her bun, she grabs her purse from the deep brown recliner closest to her room.

“Do you need anything while I’m out?” she asks.

“How about we get some wine and ice cream and binge watch something. Or binge read!” the blunette exclaimed.

Nodding, Lucy leaves their apartment and heads to the store she loved so much. Once there, she sees Mira arriving with Laxus.

“Good morning, Lucy!” Mira says, her perkiness had Lucy a tad more agitated than normal.

Yawning, “Good morning, Mira, Laxus.” Laxus just nods, both knowing they aren’t morning people at all.

The trio walks in and prepares the store as usual. Mira and Laxus get the ingredients for drinks prepared, and Lucy puts away any books that were left out the day before.

Hours pass by before Lucy decides to take her lunch, or going to the store for Levy rather, leaving the shop to the two blondes in the café to “not flirt”.

“I’ll be back in an hour, do either of you need anything?” Lucy calls out as she packs her bag up behind her counter.

“Just some ice, I think! I can pay you when you get back!” Mira says.

Waving her hand at the barista, “No don’t worry about it. Don’t cause too much trouble you two,” Lucy says as she walks out into the fall weather.

She began walking down the street, headphones in as she heads to their marketplace to pick up the items as requested from her friends.

Going to the wine aisle before the frozen section, she browses the shelves to find Levy’s favorite red Moscato.

“where on earth is it.” the blonde whispers to herself, scanning 4 shelves before finding it, then grabbing herself a bottle of pink Moscato in its usual place, putting it into her hand basket. Lucy begins walking to the ice cream section when she felt eyes on her, that felt familiar, but ignored it anyway and continued.

Browsing for Levy and herself, she then felt the presence of another body coming towards, which again, ignoring the feeling until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Looking over to see who it was, she saw that pink hair in an instant.

“Gajeel! What do I do! I lost her number she probably thinks I hate her!” Natsu said pacing, for the fourth time this week about the situation that occurred after Mira’s party.

“Well, you shouldn’t have been waving it around knowing It was super windy. What’d you expect?” Gajeel said casually, standing in the kitchen eating a microwave burrito.

“I didn’t think it’d take it that fast! What do I do!” Natsu yells this time, in angst.

“Why don’t you just go to the bookstore and see her? Seriously that could solve your problems.” His raven-haired friend said, staying calm.

Natsu just now realizing that. “You’re right!” he then grabs his leather jacket and runs for the beautiful woman’s bookshop.

Barging in the door, making much of a ruckus, “is Lucy here!” he keeps exclaiming,

Mira looks over, breaking her conversation with Laxus, “She just went to the store actually, is everything okay?”

“its fine, just need to find her, thank you!” he says dashing out of the door for the market.

Heading for the store, he can smell a hint of her vanilla and jasmine perfume. Getting closer and closer until he finds her in the ice cream aisle. Observing her, not in a creepy way, as she looks through the many options of sweets. Natsu finally got the courage to talk to her, even if she completely blew him off in the end. Taking a deep breath, he taps her on the shoulder and waits.

Taking her headphones out, almost in awe at the idea that Natsu was standing in front of her after ghosting for a week. She began to blush, not for the sake of this handsome man standing by her, but out of a mini rage, she had boiling inside, which she chose to ignore.

“Oh, hey Natsu.” Lucy said, trying not to just kick him square in the face.

Rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the hostility coming from her, “Let me explain, Luce.”

‘Luce? That’s a first.’ The woman thought to herself, deciding to look up at him to hear his plea.

“When Gajeel and I left I was running around with the paper in my hand and the wind caught it. I couldn’t catch it, I’ve been freaking out all week not knowing how to contact you because I really wanted to see you again and- “Natsu stopped as he saw Lucy began to giggle at him.

“Why didn’t you just come to the shop then?” She questioned.

“See that’s the thing I didn’t even think of that until Gajeel mentioned it, so I went but Mira said you were here. Now here we are.” He says blushing in embarrassment, trying to read her expressions.

Shaking her head before looking back at the selection in front of her, “So what do you want?” She says nonchalantly as if her heart wasn’t skipping a beat a little bit as his onyx eyes bore into her.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me?” The pinkette says, looking like a little boy waiting for a response.

Acting like she’s thinking about it knowing she would say yes, “how about you actually call me this time, and I’ll think about it in the meantime?” she says, trying to somewhat play hard to get.

Nodding with a smile, “I think I can do that,” Natsu says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and having her put her number in there instead of writing again.

Dialing her number, Lucy hands the phone back to Natsu. “I hope to actually hear from you this time.” She says jokingly with a smile.

Natsu smiles back, “Of course.” Walking away after feeling like he just accomplished the biggest thing in his life.

Lucy stands there, still staring before grabbing herself a sea salt caramel gelato, Levy her blackberry ice cream, and Mira her ice, checking out, then exiting the store. On the walk, back she decides to call Levy.

“Hey Lu!” her best friend says as she picks up the phone.

“Hey Lev, guess who I saw at the store today?” Lucy said with a tad bit of excitement in her voice.

“Natsu” she says laughing.

In shock, she questions her best friend, “how did you know!?”

“I’m at Gajeel’s, Natsu hasn’t shut up about it since he barged in the door,” the blunette says and she goes to another room to get away from his excitement. “Did you get the ice cream and stuff?”

Shaking her head at the idea of Levy being at Gajeel’s with a smile on her face, “Yes I did, blackberry and red Moscato for you, sea salt caramel and pink Moscato for me.” Lucy says, happy that Levy suggested this for them.

“Perfect, you get off at 4, right? I can make dinner?” Levy suggests as well.

Lucy sounding confused to why her friend has been offering to do so much today, “Okay? Sounds good to me. Hey, I’m back at the shop and got ice for Mira I’ll call you when I leave?”

“Have a good rest of the day!” Levy exclaimed ending the call rather drastically.

Not taking into count of her friend’s weird behavior, Lucy reenters her shop and goes for the freezer so her items don’t melt.

“Hey shorty, that pink haired dude came for you while you were out, did he make it to the store?” Laxus asks as he serves Makarov a coffee.

Nodding with a smile, “Yeah, he did.” Returning to her shift behind the counter, it was a slow enough day.

Finally, 4 o’clock rolled around and it was time for Lucy to head home, grabbing her items from the freezer before leaving.

“have a good night you two! Bye Makarov!” Lucy calls out.

“Bye-bye!” the three call out.

Walking home, you could feel the weather turning into fall. No longer hot, a little chilly but not freezing. Lucy was just thankful she brought her cardigan that she technically borrowed from Levy but it’s totally fine.

Going up the stairs, she hears a lot of noise coming from her apartment. Opening her door, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

Levy gets up from her spot on the floor to pull Lucy the rest of the way into their home.

“Look who’s here, Lu!” She says smiling.

Gajeel and Natsu both raise their hands, “Yo!”

anonymous asked:

What abouy Baku, todo, and Izu with a S/o who is from America and they just ask them everything "Does everyone really say yee-haw in Texas?" "Do the dogs there eat hamburgers too?" "How do you guys do in school "

((ok fun fact I live in texas and so i love when people send in stuff like this bc it gives me a chance to shit talk my homeland lol

also bakugou totally watched this video before asking about this))

“So what’s the fucking deal with the American Midwest?” The two of you were walking back from training when Bakugou asked, entirely out of the blue. Why did he care? What was he talking about? Was this because you were talking about home earlier?
“Can you be specific? There’s a lot of Midwest to reference.”
“Don’t dumbass me! I mean, like, why do they,” he made some confused gesture with his hands, “talk like that?”
You couldn’t help it. You’d never heard him so confused before. You tried to stifle your laughter, you really did, but to no avail. “Hey, stop laughing! It’s a good question!!”
“No, no, sorry man, but like… I really don’t know either. Good old Cornville is hardly the same as the real world and I’m thoroughly convinced it’s all a mass fever dream.”
He was looking at you warily out of the corner of his eye, probably a little embarrassed over making you laugh so hard at a simple question. “So you don’t know?”
“Sorry to disappoint, Baku, but nope. Like I said, it’s a different world. A different language within the same language. Wheat Town is a fucking anomaly, my dear.” Bakugou just rolled his eyes. You could tell he was a little disappointed that he didn’t get an answer, and very embarrassed about asking in the first place. “Why’re you curious, anyway?”
He was staring straight ahead. He was embarrassed! How cute. “You always talk about America, so I guess I was just interested, is all.”
“Aw, it’s sweet of you to take an interest! If that’s the case, I’ll try and answer your questions as best I can.”
“There won’t be any more questions! Fuck off!”

“But yeah, Texas is pretty gross. I mean, unless you like crazy hot weather and really terrible alcohol.” Todoroki gave you a look. “Not like I’ve had alcohol, obviously!”
You had been going through some old pictures when you found some from when you were little and still living in America, and Todoroki had been asking little questions about what it was like. You guys were currently on the southern part of the country, chatting about stereotypes of each region.
“Okay, but does everyone say ‘howdy’ and ‘yee-haw’ and stuff?” You couldn’t hold in a laugh at his accent. Honestly, you’d probably pay him to say more words in English.
“It’s mostly ironic at this point, but yes, most people do. If anyone under the age of 40 is talking like that, you know it’s a joke.”
“Did people ever do that seriously?”
“Stereotypes have to come from somewhere, Todoroki. That was waaaaay back in the day though, so it’s really only super old people from rural areas that actually speak that way, you feel?” He just nodded, satisfied with your answer. “Any more questions?”
“How are you people not dead yet with that pizza?”

“The way school works is so weird here.”
Midoriya looked up from his journal to look you in the eye. “What do you mean? How else would it work?”
“Like, the teachers rotate here.”
“What’s it like in America?”
“The students move. Everyone’s got a different schedule and they just go to the right room at the right time.”
The look on his face could only be described as a mix between confusion and mild fear. “Wait, but then where do you keep your stuff?”
“You take it with you, Midoriya. You don’t carry around that much, and there are lockers you can use if you need.”
“How do you not get lost?”
“Oh, you do.”
“Wait, you said everyone has a different schedule?” You nodded your head. “Then how do you get to know your classmates? That’s a lot of different people!”
“Dude, you don’t become familiar with all of them, that’s ridiculous.”
Midoriya looked back down at his notebook. “America is a large, confusing place.”
You just snickered at him. “Yeah, what else is new?”
“…I’m glad you came here, instead.”

Connor McDavid #1

Requested by Anon: can you do a connor mcdavid imagine where its his girlfriends bday? thx so much!

Word count: 1830

Warnings: I think there may be like one cuss word

Author’s Notes: I’m so sorry it took me a while to write this! Also i’m so sorry it’s long. This prompt had my mind going crazy with ideas which is a great thing so thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy it! And hope it’s interesting! Much love!!

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Birthdays are meant to be special. They’re supposed to be a celebration of a person. And that was exactly why you hated your birthday. Every one of your birthdays had never been special. Although this year your boyfriend, Connor McDavid, (yes that Connor McDavid) promised it would be different. But that was before he found out that he had practice in the morning, media stuff the rest of the day, and to add a cherry on top he was flying out to Winnipeg that night so he wouldn’t be able to see you at all. He took you out for dinner the night before to make up for not being able to be there on your birthday but it just wasn’t the same. He promised that when he gets a free day he’ll try his best to make up for it. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your bedroom door. Before you could even answer it three of your closest friends came dancing into the room. One was holding a bunch of balloons, another one was holding a present, and your roommate was filming it all. “Happy birthday” they yelled in unison. The three of them jumped onto your bed and sang happy birthday. After that they all flopped onto your bed in exhaustion. Final after they caught their breath one of them began to speak, “Your special day has all been planned out so there is nothing to worry about. All we need you to do is get ready to enjoy yourself,” The friend who brought in the balloons, Eliza, said. “You guys didn’t have to do anything for my birthday,” you responded. Sabrina, the one who brought in the present, let out laugh, “Are you kidding me? You deserve some birthday love!” “Yeah, you deserve a special day. And we had some help” your roommate, Jenna, agreed while still filming on her phone. You gave her a confused look, “Why are you filming? And what help?” you skeptically asked. “Well, let’s just say someone’s boyfriend cares an awful lot to make sure his girlfriend gets the perfect day on her birthday” she responded. You perked up right away, “wait, Connor helped plan this?” This whole day was beginning to look better and better. They all nodded their heads in unison. “He was pretty bummed that he wouldn’t be able to be here so he made sure to plan a perfect day!” Sabrina, responded, “actually, this present is from him but you aren’t allowed to open it till later.” You looked down at it and smiled. Of course Connor would have helped put all of this together. That’s just how much he loved you. He wanted to give you everything you deserved, and you deserved a good birthday. “Okay,” you looked up to your friends, “let’s do this.” They all cheered and pulled you in for a hug. Eliza was the first to let go, “I’m making your favorite breakfast in the kitchen. So when you’re done getting ready come on out.” Eliza was a chef so it made sense that she would cook breakfast. Eventually the two other girls left to help Eliza which left you alone to get ready. You couldn’t help but be super happy. If nothing else happened today you’d be fine with it because this was already enough.

 “Eliza, the breakfast was awesome, thank you so much,” you praised her as you finished your meal. She smiled while taking your plates and putting them in the dishwasher. The whole breakfast you could tell your friends were anxious to get the festivities of the day started. “okay, what’s planned first for the day?” You questioned them. “Well we have a few destinations but basically we are just going to go to your favorite places downtown,” Jenna replied.  So that’s basically how your day went. The first place you all went to was 4th Street Promenade. It was actually one of your favorite places because it was where the Rogers Place was and that is where Connor was currently practicing. And knowing that Connor was only a few walls away from you helped ease the discomfort of missing him, but you didn’t go there for Rogers Place. You spent most of a morning visiting shops, having lunch, seeing the Neon Sign Museum, and buying some sweet artisanal chocolates from Jacek Chocolate Couture. For Lunch, you were taken to 124th street. Then after that you spent most of your time looking at art galleries there. You couldn’t remember having a better day in Edmonton. It was fantastic. The only thing that could make it better was Connor. You tried not to dwell too hard on it but every now and then you would think about it.

 It was around 4 o’clock that you and your friends returned back to your apartment. You were pooped from your long day. You were sitting on your couch when Eliza, Sabrina, and Jenna came in with Connor’s Present from this morning. You instantly perked up, “Oh my gosh I almost forgot!” You exclaimed. “We were hoping that would happen,” Jenna smiled, while filming once again. “You’ve been filming all day. Can you at least tell me why?” You questioned as you reached for the gift. “Not yet,” she smiled at you. You let out a groan and just rolled your eyes. “Okay, now open the gift,” Sabrina commanded. So that’s what you did. “Holy shit,” you let out. The gift was a beautiful Peter Copping black dress. It was a simple silhouette that would show off the best of you. All your friends shared the same expression. “That dress is about the price of our apartment,” Jenna exaggerated, even though she probably wasn’t far off. “There is no way I can accept this gift,” you said. Sabrina who was very into fashion was your voice of reason, “You cannot give that back. This is a once in a lifetime gift.” “But It’s too expensive. It’s too much,” you responded. “Wait, Connor wrote you a note. I think you should read it first,” Eliza encouraged. So you grabbed the folded up note and read it

“I know what you are thinking. ‘this is too expensive. I can’t accept it’. Well I got this for you because you deserve it. You are special and worth way more than this. Also it is custom made so it isn’t returnable ;). I love you more than you know and I wish I could be there with you right now. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I hope your day so far has been amazing, but my favorite part that we planned has yet to come. So put on the dress and Eliza, Jenna, and Sabrina will tell you the rest. I love you. I can’t wait to see you soon. -Connor <3” You were laughing and crying. You wish he was here. He put in so much effort to make this day amazing and it wasn’t fair that he wasn’t here to enjoy it with you. “Girl you better get rid of those tears real fast because you need to start getting ready,” Eliza said. You nodded your head and wiped away your tears.

 Sabrina did your hair and make-up while Eliza and Jenna were there for support. By the end of the hour it took you to get ready your hair was in a beautiful loose up do and your makeup was flawless with a smoky eye. You learned that you were going to dinner at Corso 32. So your friends quickly got dressed and you all were off.

 You walked into the Corso 32 and the moment you did the hostess looked at your friends and nodded his head. “This way, ma’am,” She motioned for you to follow. You looked back at your friends. Jenna had her camera out again filming, while Sabrina and Eliza were huddled together smiling at you and telling you to go. So you followed the hostess. You rounded the corner and saw Connor sitting at a table for two, wearing the biggest smile. “You have got to be kidding me,” You said. You didn’t run to him like you wanted to, due to the fancy restaurant and the dress, but when you reached him you threw yourself at him. “Happy birthday, babe. You look incredible in that dress,” he whispered in your ear. There were tears in your eyes. “I love you,” You told him while kissing him. Your friends were right behind you cheering. You turned towards them, “You did this! How could you not tell me!” you exclaimed. They laughed. “that’s why I have been filming all day because Connor wanted to see you enjoying yourself,” Jenna told you. You just rolled your eyes and snuggled into Connor and mumbled “you are too good to me.” Instead of responding he just kissed the top of your head. You untangled yourself from Connor and hugged your friends, “Thank you so much, I’ve had a great birthday,” you thanked them. At dinner you and Connor talked about your days. You learned that he lied about having to fly to Winnipeg and they actually were flying out tomorrow.

 Connor ended up driving you back to his apartment. The two of you were just sitting in the car enjoying each other. You turned towards Connor, “Can I just say this was the best birthday ever.” He smiled while taking your hands in his. “It’s not over yet,” he responded while kissing your hands. You smiled at his response, “I really don’t deserve you,” you told him for what must have been the hundredth time that night. “You wrong,” he argued, “I don’t deserve you. You didn’t ask for this hard position of being in a relationship with an athlete and yet you accepted it with open arms. I wish I could give you a normal relationship where every night ended with you in my arms but I can’t and you don’t even complain. You are amazing. And Every time I’m with you, you make the moment magical. You deserve all the happiness in the world and if I can somehow give you it, then I will,” he finished. You didn’t respond because you were speechless, instead you kissed him. Letting the passion and emotions flow through the kiss. Once the kiss broke apart, he gave you smile like he knew a secret you didn’t, “Your birthday’s not over yet. I have one more surprise left,” You gave him a questioning look.

He walked you to the front door of his apartment. When you walked into his house you heard a big “Surprise!” being screamed! You looked around and saw your mom and dad, and siblings from back home. Your friends and some of the Oilers players and their girlfriends were there. It was everyone important to you in your life was surrounding you on your birthday. And the most important person was next to you holding your hand.

CLYDE: Hey Tweek!

TWEEK: Agh, what!

CLYDE: People are asking if you’re into acting or something.

CLYDE: I dunno why they’re asking, but do you wanna answer them?

TWEEK: Are we really still doing this?

CRAIG: Dude just roll with it, he’s gonna get whiny if you don’t.



CLYDE: Wait, really?

CLYDE: Since when?

TWEEK: It’s… it’s only recently, I guess…

TWEEK: Craig convinced me to try acting a little more. A few weeks back. 

TWEEK: Well, I mean, I wanted to, but he helped me out.




CRAIG: What’s wrong?

TWEEK: I don’t know what you’re expecting.

CRAIG: You said you wanted to try acting more, so here we are.

CRAIG: What were you expecting?

CRAIG: We skipped class so you could mess around on stage while nobody else was around. I’m just here to watch.

TWEEK: It was kind of hard to start at first because neither of us knew what to do.

CLYDE: How good are you at acting?

TWEEK: I’m getting better, I think.

CLYDE: Are you better than Craig? Craig’s amazing at acting.

TWEEK: …Uh huh.

CRAIG: Not even Tweek can match my acting excellence, Clyde.

CLYDE: Damn, you’re right. How could I be so foolish.

TWEEK: But… what do you want me to do?

TWEEK: I don’t have anything to go off of!

TWEEK: There’s nothing to read, no scenario, I don’t know what to do! That’s why I asked you to help!

CRAIG: You didn’t seem to have trouble last time.

TWEEK: Because you told me what I needed to do!

CRAIG: I thought you said it was because I believed in you.

TWEEK: I mean, yeah! But I knew what I was doing.

CRAIG: Do you want me to come up there and pretend to break up with you again or something?

TWEEK: No, that’s not what I’m saying!

TWEEK: Just give me a setting, or– or something!

CRAIG: I don’t know.

TWEEK: You’re not taking this seriously at all, Craig.

TWEEK: Neither Craig or I were having a good day, so for a bit I wasn’t really sure or confident that I could do it. But we uh… skipped class and went to the theater room to practice.

CLYDE: Ooh la la.

TWEEK: All I asked was for some help, you don’t have to be an asshole.

CRAIG: Dude I told you, I don’t know.

CRAIG: Space pirates? Is that what you want?

TWEEK: What does that even mean?

CRAIG: It’s a concept. Pretend to be a space pirate.

TWEEK: There’s nothing I can do with a concept, man!

CRAIG: I don’t know what else you want from me, then.

TWEEK: But after a few disagreements we just decided to practice acting together.

CLYDE: Aw, do you guys bicker like an old couple?


CLYDE: You totally do, huh.

CRAIG: Look. I can’t do anything to help.

CRAIG: Your acting is fine, I don’t know why you want to practice, or why you need my help.

TWEEK: Because I want to get better!

CRAIG: But you’re already good, dude!

TWEEK: [sigh]

TWEEK: Can you just get up here and do it with me, at least?

TWEEK: If you can’t think of anything, it’ll at least be easier with another person.

CRAIG: Alright, whatever.

CRAIG: Hey uh, actually, can you help me up.

CRAIG: The stage is a lot higher than I thought.


CRAIG: Tweek? Dude. Help me.

TWEEK: Craig.

TWEEK: Long live the king.

CRAIG: …Dude it’s not that high.

TWEEK: I know, it was a joke. I was trying to lighten the mood.

CRAIG: Just… pull me up.

TWEEK: Fine.

TWEEK: We had a really fun time! Acting together, I mean.

CRAIG: Yeah it was great. Totally awesome.

CLYDE: What did you guys do?

TWEEK: We uh…

CRAIG: Pretended to be space pirates.

TWEEK: Right, space pirates.

CLYDE: Aw, dude! Can you show me?


TWEEK: Alright, before we do anything, can you please drop this pissy attitude? I don’t know why you’re acting like this.

CRAIG: I’m not acting yet.

TWEEK: Ha ha. I’m serious!

CRAIG: Okay, in all honestly, I’m hesitant to do this because of what you did last time.

TWEEK: What happened last time isn’t going to happen this time. Why are you going on about this? All I want to do is practice. Class time is almost halfway over already!

TWEEK: Just help me or leave!

CRAIG: Okay, here!

CRAIG: Let’s both act like we aren’t pissed off right now. That’d be a start.

TWEEK: You started it!

CRAIG: Nuh uh.

TWEEK: Yes you did!

CRAIG: You’re not doing very good right now, I can still totally tell your pissed.


TWEEK: Alright.

TWEEK: Fine.

TWEEK: But, um, it was after a little bit of… pretend acting, that Craig suggested that I try out for the next school play that came up.

CLYDE: Why do you keep saying stuff like that?

TWEEK: Like what?

CLYDE: “pretend acting.”

CLYDE: It makes me feel like you guys weren’t actually acting.

CLYDE: Were you guys kissing~~~? ;)

TWEEK: What! No!

CRAIG: You caught us, Clyde.

CRAIG: That’s exactly what we were doing.

TWEEK: No it wasn’t!!!

CLYDE: Hahaha, that’s gross.

TWEEK: That’s not what we were doing!

TWEEK: And why would that be gross!

CLYDE: Y’know. Like.

CLYDE: I dunno. If you guys are gay, does that mean you both have cooties?

CLYDE: Because if you do, what happens? If you both already have cooties and you kiss, do you just get more cooties? Or does it cancel out?

CRAIG: No, only girls have cooties.

CRAIG: You can’t catch cooties from another guy. That’s impossible.

CLYDE: Oh. I guess it’s not gross then.

TWEEK: What are you even talking about!

CLYDE: Never mind. Tell me more. I’m captivated by your storytelling skills. Even if it’s all super vague and stuff.


CLYDE: If you were kissing Craig you don’t have to be ashamed to say so. I know he doesn’t have the most pleasant face, but to kiss Craig is an honor.


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anonymous asked:

Hey I really love your blog and I would love to know what the Chocobros and Ravus would do if their s/o was socially awkward/has social anxiety. I have a lot of anxiety when I go out in public and when talking to strangers and I often dissociate from it. It's okay if you don't feel good writing about that kind of stuff tho. Again I love your blog and you're such a good writer! <3

Ahh, thank you!! I try my best for you guys!
I suffer from social anxiety myself, so I definitely get where you’re coming from, friend! If you ever need to chat, don’t ever feel like you’re bothering me - my box is always open to all of you! ♡

To Be Understood


Noctis would feel so bad for his s/o every time they were out in public. Being a prince, he is frequently in the limelight, whether he likes it or not. He would feel awful subjecting his partner to this, too. Because of this, Noct would never force them into going to social events. If there was a ball at the Citadel, he would tell them about it, but immediately remind them they weren’t obligated to go if they were uncomfortable.

Being fairly antisocial himself, Noct is definitely fine with not going out all of the time. He doesn’t want his partner to be anxious, which is a great excuse for him to laze around and do nothing all day. In all honesty, the prince would much rather stay home and play video games with them anyway. They’re super comfortable together, so it would be an incredibly relaxing time.


This guy would make sure his partner was never uncomfortable. He would love that they loved him and spending time with him - that would definitely be enough for him. If they wanted to have a quiet night at home, he’d be down for that. As long as he gets to cuddle them close and play with their hair, Prompto is a happy camper.

When it comes to social interaction, Prompto would take great care of his s/o. Considering he comes off as a friendly people person, he would take over in any situation. His partner would never have to worry about conversations, small talk, or even having to utter a word to another person. Having been shy as a child, Prompto would have an idea of what they were going through. He would always make sure to step in so his partner wasn’t ever too anxious.


Being Ignis, he wouldn’t make a huge ordeal of the situation. He would be honored, in a way, that they trusted him enough to be willing to share this information with him. His immediate response would be to see if there was anything he could do to make things easier for his s/o. Iggy is already used to doing everything for Noct, so he would assume there would be something he could do to ease their anxieties.

When in public, Ignis would very quietly approach the situation. He wouldn’t jump on it like Prompto, but he would be constantly observing his partner. If he could tell they were anxious or becoming uncomfortable, Ignis would then step in and take over, allowing them to sit back and relax. Seeing them struggling or hurting hurts Iggy, so he would do everything he could to make sure they were feeling okay at the very least.


Gladdy’s partner can expect a trial by fire. He would try to get them to be more comfortable around people, no matter how trivial the matter might be. Although it may seem like he would be really hard on them, Gladio would make sure he was never too forceful. He would help them get more comfortable in certain situations. If the paid were looking for something in a store, he would ask his partner to come with him to ask where to find it. After doing this a few times, Gladio would gently urge his s/o to step out and ask for him. If they protested, he would give them another little push; this isn’t to say he would force them to do it - he would step in and do it himself if they were beginning to get more upset than hesitant.

Gladio’s partner would definitely know and understand that he was doing his best to help them, not make them miserable. They might have ill feelings toward him at the time, but they would love and appreciate him all the more for trying his hand at helping them get more comfortable with others. Gladdy would then find a way to help them relax afterward; this could range from sitting in silence to laughing over a pint of ice cream together.


I honestly believe Ravus has social anxiety to a certain degree himself. So this pairing would be shy and anxious all around. Ravus would do his best to do all of the social stuff for the couple, even if he was nervous or uncertain himself. When it came to his partner in social situations, Ravus would do his best to calm them and ensure them that everything was going to be okay.

Ravus would consistently remind his partner that he is by their side; they aren’t in this alone. It can be guaranteed the two could probably be found spending time together in a quiet apartment or hotel room, simply enjoying each other’s company. They understand each other better than anyone could possibly fathom.