i'm actually going to sleep for a while so i'll just leave this up

anonymous asked:

U seem to have the ins on the DEH fandom and I'm bedridden so. Do u have any long DEH fic recs?

I have a few that I enjoy reading that are pretty long. But please, please for the love of god be sure to read their tags just in case there might be something that may trigger you. This is very important dear lime.

1. “You know they’re gonna think you’re lovers right?”
A amazing DEH fic that always leaves me in suspense and wanting more every time a new chapter comes out. I think its actually one of few fics that made me cry?? Very good read. ‘Not Yet Finished’

2. “Eulogy”
I have yet to actually catch up on this one, but its a really good one from what I recall. I need to look more into it, but I love it aaaa. ‘Not Yet Finished’

3. “Words Fail”
Another fic I have yet to catch up on but the writer is amazing and the fic is just as good and man oh man someone help Evan and Connor please these poor boys. ‘Not Yet Finished’

4. “The trees that surround Hughes boarding school”
It has its good humor, its angst, and the characters are super well written. Just as they are in the first fic suggested, and pretty much every other fic. Please sit and read. Just trust me, you’ll enjoy this one a lot. ‘Not Yet Finished’

5. “The Desperate Type”
I’m going to be totally honest with you and say this fic was so hard for me to read. Not because its badly written, because its so well written and gets so deep into pain and is so good at explaining things and the entire concept of the idea is just so…so dark?Another fic that got me to cry, but its good, I love it. ‘Is Finished’

6. “Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a oneshot and heres why”
A series of really nicely written oneshots. There isn’t a lot of them but so far I’ve enjoyed each and every one of them. 

7. “If you were found”
One of the first DEH fics I read. I like the idea of it, its a good concept like many of the others. ‘Not Yet Finished’

8. “Could you maybe calm down?”
I just really love this fic and I’m not sure how to explain why? We’re kinda getting into the fics that haven’t been updated in awhile. But its still a nice read. ‘Not Yet Finished’

9. “Dear Evan Hansen Drabbels”
Little shorts written by @neglectedrainbow who by the way also wrote the first fic. A good writer I really look up to them. Good little shorts.

10. “The Tree ‘Accident’”
My own DEH fic. Its a very short fic, each chapter is short. Second DEH fic I had ever written so its really not even the best fic ever. But I think its still a good read if you want something small.

And there you go, ten good fics to get into or just to read in one day while sic. Hope this helped dear lime.

luna-person  asked:

(2/2) Also, can shiro proposing to keith be a yearly thing( building on the "I'll say yez to you if you asked me 50 times they don't have to get married every year just think it'd be cute(though they'd definitely get married on the 50th year)) And, I think one of my favorite tropes in the family au so far is keith calling shiro nicknames (such as bro, dude ,man, etc.)and keith going monotone (I live for it)(I'm scrolling through your voltron family tag and it's amazing, so sorry for spam) xoxo ♡

OKAY. I absolutely ADORE the fact that Keith and Shiro calls each other “BRO” “DUDE” “MAN” too despite being married ‘cause I just find it utterly hilarious that’s why it makes its appearance from time to time. ;) They did call each other “BRO” and “DUDE” when they got together even when Shiro proposed. Keith going monotone LMAO I’m so happy you live for that because SAME. 

The 50 times thing Keith said is not joke. SHIRO DOES PROPOSE YEARLY. Let’s have a breakdown on how it went through the years.

[The Voltron Family] The times Takashi Shirogane proposed to Keith. They didn’t always have a wedding because that’s just absurd. They, however, do something special, like a dinner date.

[1st]  We know this was during their 8th year of dating. Had a wedding in Japan with the parents and all—traditional Japanese style.

[2nd] He proposed while they watched CSI before sleeping. Had their second wedding in Japan—modern style. The kids were there.

[3rd] Keith was eating his cereal because he was stayed up late editing so he didn’t have the energy to cook anything for his breakfast. Also he woke up late, it was already noon. Shiro went down to the kitchen and saw his husband, still in his Adventure Time pyjamas, messy bed hair everywhere, eyes closing every 5 seconds, spoon hanging in the air. 

Shiro: Good Morning, sleepy head. *gives Keith a kiss on the cheek*
Keith: Who are you? *blinks sleepily* *spoon still hanging in the air*
Shiro: *bends down to take Keith’s spoon and eat his cereal*
Keith: What the hell? *tries to look angry but is still sleepy*
Shiro: *gulps* *chuckles* Marry me?
Keith: *eyes widens* *blinks repeatedly* Looking like this?
Shiro: *examines Keith* Looking like a college student who had 10 minutes of sleep because of thesis paper and is definitely not ready to face the day to take not only one, but five of his final exams? *smiles* DEFINITELY.
Keith: *rolls his eyes while smiling fondly* Fine. Gimme a second to wash my face and we can let the kids wed us.
Shiro: Perfect. *leans in the give Keith a peck on the lips* KIDS!!!! DADDIES ARE GETTING MARRIED!!!! 
Pidge: AGAIN? *shouts back*
Shiro: WHAT IS WITH THAT TONE, YOUNG LADY? YES. AGAIN.

[4th] Keith was washing the cars with the help of Shiro. He stepped on the stepping ladder to reach the top when he was met with Shiro on the other side.

Shiro: *beams* Marry me, oh sweet sexy car washer guy!
Keith: This sweet sexy car washer guy will only marry the other sexy car washer guy if they actually finish washing the cars. *throws foams of bubbles at Shiro’s face*
Shiro: *still beaming* *foam lands on his nose* I’ll take that as a yes!

[5th] They were doing groceries at the PRODUCE section with the kids when suddenly Keith turned around to call for Shiro and he saw him down on one knee, holding out a beansprout tied at its ends in a poor attempt of a ring.

Keith: I’m not that cheap! *places hand on chest* *scandalized*
Shiro: *holds out another beansprout ring* *smiles*
Keith: Now that’s what I’m talking about. I like my men rich. *holds out one hand for Shiro to put his rings on*

[6th] Keith was in the bathroom when Shiro knocked. 

Shiro: *opens the door to enter* *slides the shower curtain aside* *frantic* Keith, will you marry me?!!
Keith: *eyes widens* *tries to cover his body with more bubbles* SHIRO WHAT THE HELL? *slips in the bathtub*
Shiro: *catches Keith in time* Why hello there, handsome. Did it hurt? When you fell for me? *wiggles eyebrows*
Keith: Shiro, I love you but I swear to god I’m going to kill you.
Shiro: Great! That’s settled then! I’ll pick you up at 8pm for our dinner date, fiance~ *winks* *leans down to kiss Keith on the lips* *blinks repeatedly as he tastes his own lips* Huh, soapy.

[7th] Keith received an urgent call from Shiro telling him to come immediately to the hospital, he wouldn’t tell him what the emergency was, just that Keith needed to be there ASAP. So Keith drove as fast as he could, leaving early from work. He looked for Shiro frantically until he found him, looking devastated in his own office.

Keith: Shiro, what’s wrong? *approaches him* *places hand on his shoulders*
Shiro: Keith, I want you to be calm, alright? 
Keith: Okay. *nods*
Shiro: I got my recent heart scan and I found out that…
Keith: *gulps* *sweats nervously* Yes?
Shiro: *sighs* I guess it’s better you see it yourself. *takes out a big brown folder from his drawer and hands it to Keith*
Keith: *takes it and opens it* *the scan reveals Shiro’s heart but in there were white veins that spelled out “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”* 
Shiro: *smirks*
Keith: *looks up* *slaps Shiro* *smiling* I FUCKING HATE YOU! 
Shiro: *laughs* *grabs Keith’s hand to stop him from slapping him further*
Keith: Though I gotta hand it to you, this is really creative.
Shiro: Yeah? You think so too? *looks at the X-Ray.
Keith: Yeah… *looks up at Shiro and slaps him again* DON’T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!
Shiro: *chuckles* Sorry, sorry! But I just couldn’t resist. So? What’s your answer? *smiles fondly at Keith while interlacing their hands*
Keith: Of course, it’s a yes. You still have 44 proposals to go.
Shiro: *smirks* Wow. Someone’s counting.
Keith: Someone has to. I wonder what you’ll do next year. Gonna get creative every year, aren’t we?
Shiro: *sways them* I dunno. I could propose while I’m pooping—
Keith: And I’d still say yes. *leans in to give Shiro a peck on the lips*
Shiro: *chuckles* Wow, okay. I know you liked me, but I didn’t know you liked me THAT much, Keith!

Desire // 2

Jungkook | BTS | M | 4,708

Part 1 | Part 2

I just want to apologise for this absolute mess - my life has been very busy right now and I haven’t had a chance to write in a while. I began writing this just after the first part was posted (which was a long time ago) and just rushed to finish it in the last few hours because I realised just how long it had been since I posted it. There are probably a lot of mistakes in this and it probably doesn’t make sense, but here it is and I hope you like it!

Keep reading

  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she means: ok so how did Brian Jones's death become so wrongfully depicted in the media? It's reported that he died under the influence of drink and drugs and became "just another sad rockstar that died drugged and drunk" but first of all the postmortem found little to no evidence of drugs in his system and his blood alcohol level represented the equivalent of just three and a half pints of beer, and people that knew him, Keith Richards included, noted that it was indeed very strange that he drowned in such a short period of time in his own swimming pool while broadly sober, because Brian was a very strong swimmer and very acrobatic in water. Anna Wohlin, his girlfriend of three months and a key witness, maintains that Brian had stopped taking drugs (except for sleeping pills, which he did NOT abuse) when they met in April of '69 and also maintains that Brian was NOT sad, devastated or felt any sort of betrayal against the Stones members for sacking him, he was actually quite relieved (also verified by Keith Richards) and that he and Anna actually had planned to go to the Hyde Park gig so Brian could publicly show he had no hard feelings about leaving the Rolling Stones. He had wanted to get out of the band for some time and wanted to get together a new band, Bill Wyman remembers that Brian was phoning people up about creating a new band before he died and that he called Bill being very excited about it. Anyway, back to what i was saying earlier. Also present that night was Frank Thorogood, a minder aggravated after being fired by Brian on the day of his death because he wasn't doing the building work on Brian's house properly. Brian had expressed guilt over having fired him to Anna and worried he had sounded too harsh on Frank so he invited him back for dinner that night (steak and kidney pie). They later took a midnight swim in which Frank ultimately were left alone with Brian after Anna went inside to take a phone call. And ok so Brian was no angel and used to tease Frank calling him "old man" and while in the swimming pool that night he had teased Frank a little and grabbed his ankles dragging him down. Anna says that she left them to answer a call (that turned out to be from a friend of hers in London) and that Brian was in good shape and spirit when she went inside, and that she believes she was inside for a maximum of 10-15 minutes. Also present was Frank's friend (and rumored lover) Janet Lawson that went inside to find Brian's asthma inhalator that he asked her to get. She looked around the house for it and eventually went to the kitchen where she was met by Frank, she described him shaking to the point he hardly being able to light his cigarette and she sensed something was wrong and rushed out to the pool where she saw Brian laying still at the bottom face down. She (unable to swim) started to shout at Frank to help her but he ignored her cries for help and Anna who was upstairs heard Janet scream "something has happened with Brian" and ran down the stairs where she saw Frank standing there "shaking like a leaf" trying to light his cigarette, she then continued running out, jumping in the pool retrieving him from the bottom and trying to get Brian up on the pool edge, which she wasn't strong enough to do, so she screamed at Frank to help her, in which she said in a (swedish) radio documentary in 2008; "I screamed at Frank to come help me, and then after a while he came dawdling, he didn't seem very interested to come and help me.". She and Janet tried to massage Brian's heart and do CPR and Anna didn't want to believe that he was dead so she just kept on trying but when the ambulance showed up he was declared dead. Anna has always maintained that she didn't think Frank killed him intentionally and that it was horseplay in the pool that went wrong. Terribly wrong. This is also supported by Thorogood’s alleged death bed confession to Tom Keylock, the Rolling Stones driver, in 1993. Tom Keylock repeated his friends confession on Crimewatch in 1994 and told Classic Rock magazine; "In 1993 I went to see Frank in hospital and he said: 'It was me that done Brian.' He was very tired. I said: 'I'll come back tomorrow, and [you can] tell me more.' But he died during the night. I never found out the specifics." AND THEN MY FRIENDS at the inquiry both Janet Lawson and Anna Wohlin (separately at different times and occasions) have claimed that the inquiries were under unfair conditions and Janet Lawson broke her 40 year silence and said in sworn testimony to investigative journalist Scott Jones (in which all information in this post from Janet is taken from), shortly before she died of cancer in 2008, about the inquiry; "A pack of lies, the policeman suggested most of what I said. It was a load of rubbish." The inquiries were held at 3-4 am., she was nervous, confused, and mentally and physically exhausted and were told that she were able to give another statement later on when she was in better shape, which was untrue and she never got to give another statement, so she eventually just said "yes" to the suggestions of the police. PC Albert Evans, who was the first officer on the scene, sensed something was wrong upon arriving and later said about Frank; "There was nothing at the time to connect Thorogood with any more. Just feelings." Evans was NOT asked to attend the inquest. A Sussex officer who can't be named but who knows the case very well made claims about how Anna's statement had been produced and said "Wohlin had been given sedatives by the doctor and had to be actually woken up during the interview. The WDC who wrote that statement was told what to write by Bob Marshall (the chief investigation officer). Bob Marshall was controlling it, the evidence that was written down. He was pushing the buttons." Anna herself has also said that she was under sedation and shock. THE WHOLE HANDLING OF THE CASE IS JUST SO STRANGE AND FLAWED.
  • And after the inquiries Anna was given 5 minutes by the Rolling Stones management to gather some stuff from her and Brian's home so they could send her home on a plane back to Sweden, as she said, "I was just a nuisance, I was just a problem. They had to think about the Stones upcoming U.S. tour and they didn't know what I was capable of." She managed to grab some of Brian's clothes and a couple of his hats and then had nothing else but that and the clothes she was wearing and was quickly smuggled out of the house. She has still kept his clothes after all these years, they hang in her closet. It's the only things she has left of Brian, when she a couple of weeks later went back to England and Cotchford Farm to retrieve her and Brian's possessions everything was cleared and gone. She also keeps a portrait of Brian on her windowsill. After returning home in '69 she also discovered that she was pregnant with Brian's child. But had a miscarriage. She has blamed herself for his death, "No.. I should have never gone inside to answer the phone. You know, when it was me swimming in the pool Brian would always make sure to go outside to check on me every 10 minutes to see that I was ok. I should have stayed. It's just a fact, if I had not gone inside, I would have been there and around him, and it would never have happened. I will always blame myself for it." She couldn't even attend Brian's funeral, something she deeply regrets today.
  • How Brian Jones's death has been portrayed in media is so flawed and wrong and it's been 46 years, HE DID NOT DIE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ALCOHOL AND DRUGS AND I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR BRIAN, HE DESERVES IT. (and if anyone would like me to translate the whole radio documentary with Anna Wohlin let me know)
Richard Siken Quote Starters
  • I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.
  • I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.
  • Vanity makes you say things like "I deserved a better life than this."
  • I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
  • Your world doesn't make sense.
  • Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
  • A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
  • I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.
  • Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
  • Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere.
  • You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.
  • Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
  • To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
  • You want a better story. Who wouldn't?
  • Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
  • If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.
  • He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
  • I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good.
  • Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren't.
  • You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.
  • We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven.
  • If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is.
  • Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.
  • You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
  • Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
  • Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
  • I'm sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined.
  • Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.
  • I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say "I'll give you anything" but you never come through.
  • Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.
  • You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that.
  • I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
  • Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
  • I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
  • He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said.
  • Damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.
  • The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.
  • You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.
  • You're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.
  • Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
  • I wouldn't kill your pony. I'd like to believe it, anyway.
  • Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don't, they'll die.
  • You're a train and I'm a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.
  • The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive.
  • I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.
  • I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
  • Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
  • You looked at me long enough to see something mysterious under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks.
  • In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
  • You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.
  • This is not harmless. You are not breathing.
  • Lesson number one -- be sneaky and have a plan.
  • I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.
  • You know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
  • Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
  • Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
  • When someone is trying to ditch you, kill you, never go back.
  • All wars are the same war.
  • We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
  • I'm not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better.
  • I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
  • Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.
  • Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying.
  • You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you're desolate.
  • Sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
  • Someone is digging your grave right now.
  • There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.
  • Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired.
  • Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
  • At this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that it's a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
  • Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
  • I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
  • Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
  • I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
  • I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.
99 Prompts
  • + this was inspired highly on the lovely @sentence-fragments post “101 fluffy prompts” so, thank you <3
  • + these prompts are tailored to be written in the reader's point of view OR the character's point of view.
  • YOU AND I:
  • 001: "One day I'll sing you to sleep, and you'll wake up in love with me."
  • 002: "If only you knew who I am, maybe... maybe you'll love me like I love you."
  • 003: "We're just two poor kids, from a really rich city. Isn't that a pity?"
  • 004: "(You/I) come in, with mud on (your/my) face, holding a dozen roses. Shouldn't (I/you) be suspicious?"
  • 005: "Just please, please hold me so I won't fall apart."
  • 006: "You don't even know my name, and you're suddenly in love with me?"
  • 007: "I would appreciate it if you would stop taking my breath away whenever you walk by. I kinda need my breath."
  • 008: "You stupid, adorable idiot."
  • 009: "Can you help me with my homework? I figure since you're smart you know what you're doing."
  • 010: "You're fixing me in a way that no one else could."
  • 011: "Please don't leave me when I'm this weak. Please."
  • 012: "You're fluffy, like a pillow... or a well-written fanfic."
  • 013: "I'll make you know love again."
  • 014: "Aren't we passed 'hello'?"
  • 015: "Kiss me as if we'll never see each other again."
  • 016: "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream."
  • 017: "You make me sane again."
  • 018: "Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you."
  • 019: "Stay with me. Please, if you'll leave me tomorrow and never come back, stay one more night."
  • 020: "Take my hand. Take my whole life, too because I can't help it that I'm madly in love with you."
  • 021: "We're such opposites, and I couldn't be more attracted to you."
  • 022: "Can you sing to me until I fall asleep?"
  • 023: "I'm tired of being alone. Don't let me go."
  • 024: "You're just jealous because you're the little spoon."
  • 025: "You're cute when you're pouty and jealous."
  • LOCKDOWN:
  • 026: "She doesn't deserve you. That should be me."
  • 027: "You're sitting there, oblivious at the bar, when (she's/he's) sleeping around and you're just letting this all happen?!"
  • 028: "Number one: stop feeling sorry for yourself and get out of that loveless relationship."
  • 029: "I never meant to get attached. Now that I am, I'm trapped."
  • 030: "Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?"
  • 031: "(He/She) won't love you like I would."
  • 032: "(He's/She's) an idiot for letting someone like you go."
  • 033: "I have loved you since we were fifteen. You just never noticed."
  • 034: "While you were chasing her, you were oblivious that I was struggling to get your attention."
  • 035: "It's like you casted a spell on me. And from the start, I was hooked."
  • 036: "The thought of you with (her/him) makes me want to vomit, just saying."
  • SUPERFICIAL LOVE:
  • 037: "If you want to keep me then you better treat me like a damn princess."
  • 038: "This superficial love shit got me going crazy."
  • 039: "If you like (her/him), go for it. Just stop stringing me along."
  • 040: "You're such an idiot, you've been chasing for the right person when I've been standing here all along."
  • 041: "I think I know (he/she) doesn't love me. That's why I mess around."
  • 042: "I don't want to marry someone who broke me on the inside."
  • 043: "I keep falling for your fool's gold."
  • 044: "I thought it was supposed to be you. That you'd be the one to save me."
  • 045: "You're not the person who gets to be in my happily ever after."
  • 046: "It's sad because I still love you even though you're with (her/him)."
  • BROKEN HEARTS CLUB:
  • 047: "I'm not your side piece. If anything, you're my side piece."
  • 048: "After all these years of not apologizing, you're on your knees begging for my help? After all you did?"
  • 049: "And if one day, you wake up and realize you want to be with me again, you better be ready to slay a dragon to win me back."
  • 050: "I trusted you and you abused that trust. That's not right. You can't waltz in here and think everything is okay."
  • 051: "I had a few drinks now and the only thing on my mind is you. It's always you."
  • 052: "I'm not the same (girl/boy) you left broken-hearted two years ago."
  • 053: "You don't get the glory of seeing me cry."
  • 054: "People may call you a hero, but you're a villain in my eyes."
  • 055: "Sorry, I'm all out of love."
  • 056: "You were the best drug my heart got addicted to."
  • 057: "You left me and went on to become bigger and better."
  • THE ANGST:
  • 058: "You saved me from death, and now you want to kill me? You had your chance."
  • 059: "No one came when I was about to die. You left me to die."
  • 060: "I am so done, trying to be your number one."
  • 061: "Every little thing you do pisses me off and it makes me mad because it makes me love you more."
  • 062: "You had no trouble tearing me apart and poking holes in my heart."
  • 063: "You accused me of murder and now you want to go out for dinner?!"
  • 064: "No! Stop feeling sorry for yourself again!"
  • 065: "I'm not the damsel in distress anymore! I. Don't. Need. You."
  • 066: "Don't pretend you're sorry. I know you're not."
  • 067: "You stop being sorry three years ago. Stop saying you're sorry."
  • 068: "You. Don't. Own. Me. You never did, never will. People can't own people."
  • 069: "There is not a single bone of humanity in you. You've turned to the monster I feared you were gonna become."
  • 070: "You're terrible. And to think I actually fell in love with you at one point."
  • 071: "You sicken me, you pathetic low life. Stop stalking me and trying to save me."
  • 072: "I can save myself, thank you very much for your unnecessary and unwanted help."
  • 073: "I don't need you to be happy. I never needed you."
  • WILD THINGS:
  • 074: "So... you're actually undercover pretending to be a high school (girl/boy)?"
  • 075: "(You/I) just saved (me/you) from a burning fire and now you're asking me out?"
  • 076: "Why are my clothes on fire? Why aren't your clothes on fire?"
  • 077: "What crawled in your pants and made you a fuck(boy/girl)?"
  • 078: "You're sick? I'll be over with lemonade in five."
  • 079: "Stop hiding in the bathtub and eating pizza."
  • 080: "So my dog is a robot that you've been using to spy on me?"
  • 081: "Explain to me why you are covered in marshmallow fluff and Nutella."
  • 082: "Don't tell me you're filling up water balloons with hot tea again and throwing them at your enemies."
  • 083: "(You're/ I'm) (my/your) little sister, so naturally a cold-crazed psychopath man is gonna want to make (you/me) his bride."
  • 084: "Did you just ride on a horse all the way to my house to ask me out?"
  • 085: "Why the hell did you just kick me in the (boob/nuts)?"
  • 086: "You're like a little, shiny potato chip."
  • 087: "Can I dance spontaneously in the rain now?"
  • 088: "Stop using my tooth brush to brush your hair."
  • 089: "What song do you want me to play while you throw up?"
  • 090: "You smell like burps and giggles."
  • 091: "Can you stop rubbing butter over yourself for a minute and listen to me?"
  • 092: "Stop running around the place screaming that you want to be Blue Ivy. We're at a grocery store."
  • 093: "Can you stop hitting me in the butt with a water bottle?"
  • 094: "So you called me over because you poured hot sauce in your hair?"
  • 095: "Am I the first person to tell you that you cannot rap? Because if I am, I'm surprised."
  • 096: "I don't want to know why you're dressed as a banana."
  • 097: "Please don't tell me I just fell into dog poop."
  • 098: "I'm calling you Captain Savage Worm."
  • 099: "You're just an adorable kitten in a way too tight jumpsuit."
Sunspots

Pairing: Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson

AU: Canon-adjacent; features Durmstrang!Pansy + Hogwarts Champion!Harry

Word Count: 2,432


On Pansy’s eleventh birthday, her parents get a divorce.

Well, they get a Pureblood divorce, which isn’t entirely the same thing as getting a regular divorce, but they still wind up dividing their liquid assets and staking claims on various Parkinson properties around Europe and fighting very, very bitterly about who Pansy might happen to love more.

It’s exhausting.

And while the ensuing, seemingly endless parade of expensive gifts is a rather lovely development, Pansy can never quite manage to make herself forget that her Shetland pony and her life-size Victorian dollhouse and her two-carat diamond earrings had all been purchased as emotional bargaining chips—because her parents are playing an elaborate adult version of tug o’ war, and Pansy is really just the rope.

It’s infuriating.

Which is why when her school letters finally arrive and her father begins to reminisce about the rich, bloody history of the Slytherin dungeons while her mother coos in an exaggerated French accent about the fairy gardens at Beauxbatons—well, Pansy narrows her eyes and lifts her chin and waves an unexpected third sheet of parchment in both of her parents’ faces.

“Durmstrang,” she proclaims, far too sweetly to be genuine. “I’m going to Durmstrang.”

And her mother is baffled, of course, and her father is irritated, understandably, but Pansy—

Pansy is smug.

That feeling effectively sets the tone for the next several years.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I'm like literally crushing on you so bad lmao but I've come to deliver a simple prompt. Nicky making vines of the foxes. So many brotp moments with him and matt. So many sassy comments at Allison. So many sickeningly cute vines with Erik. He has a collection called "me just videoing Neil because he's beautiful." And "Andrew before he tries to kill me." And "Inside the life of Kevin Day" end me Nicky I'll forever love you

HI I LOVE U IM. BYE CANT BELIEVE SOMEONE IS CRUSHIN ON ME BAD 

au where tfc takes place during 2016? yes pls

  • nicky hemmick vines
  • in fact, nicky is a POPULAR viner
  • he has so many vines
  • nicky vines almost everything the foxes do because he wants to document it ALL
  • neil josten showing up? He takes a vine and saves it to his drafts for when neil is announced and he can actually post it
    • the vine is just nicky whispering “oh no he’s hot” and zooming in on neil’s face
    • there’s also the infamous neil zoom again where nicky’s whispering “i’m gonna fu
    • ck him” and aaron says “ur not gonna fuck him.” and nicky whispers “gonna do it”

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lay awake until the morning light

summary: gta!au: ryan and gavin both have trouble sleeping at night because of what they’ve seen, so they keep each other company through texts. until one night when gavin does what gavin does best: getting in trouble.
pairing: ryan/gavin
word count: 3,128
warnings: insomnia, language, violence/ blood, guns
a/n: hey i actually don’t hate this! first proper freewood thing i’ve published, but i love ryan and gavin and i love fake ah crew so here ya go. reblogs/likes/feedback is very much appreciated! thanks! (title from the death of me by city and colour) now on ao3!

When Ryan receives a phone call from Gavin at four a.m., he’s not sleeping, but he also would rather not get up from his blanket cocoon. He’s currently in a Wikipedia spiral- reading about the Paleolithic era- and would like to not be interrupted, thank you very much.

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letsgrowoldunderthesun  asked:

YATESBERT THERES NOT ENOUGH PLEASEEEEE

Erin and Abby Highschool girlfriends here we go

  • Erin did track and field
  • Abby wanted to join the marching band, but they told her she was too fat and she wouldn’t be able to keep up
  • One early morning Abby decided to go running to try and get in shape so she could finally belong somewhere
  • While she’s there Erin shows up to practise like she usually does
  • Erin starts warming up, and once she’s stretched she takes off her shirt to run in her sports bra
  • Abby is looking at her, and when she takes off her shirt Abby gets too distracted and trips over her feet
  • Erin runs over and asks if she’s okay or if she needs any help
  • They train together that day
  • Erin doesn’t usually have anyone to sit with at lunch, even though the track and field members are her team-mates, they don’t want to sit with ghost-girl
  • Abby has a similar problem: she is member/head of almost every club in school, so most days she just tries to sit with one of her club members and they make some excuse and leave and Abby ends up eating alone
  • this day Erin decides to go sit with Abby
  • “Oh you don’t have to sit with me out of pity, you can go sit with your cool team-mates.”
  • “Well umm… They don’t want to sit with me”
  • “Why not? You’re a jock, you’re smart, you’re a mathlete and an athlete. And you’re so beautiful too” (which totally makes Erin blush)
  • “I believe in ghosts, so everyone thinks I’m weird. They call me ghost girl”
  • “Oh cool. I like ghosts”
  • instant friendship from them on
  • Erin finds out Abby was just training to fit in, and that secretly she hates it
  • Erin tells her that she should only run if she really likes it, and that she doesn’t have to change to be beautiful, Erin likes her just the way she is
  • One day they’re walking down the hall together, and one of them just casually asks if the other is going to prom
  • “I wasn’t planning on. I don’t think anyone will ask me or anything”
  • “Well we could always go together”
  • They get matching dresses and go together without the intention of finding a date, but just to have fun
  • One of the geeky boys asks Erin to slow dance, but she looks over at her friend and sees Abby all alone, and says that she’s gonna dance with Abby instead
  • From then on the whole school assumes they’re dating
  • In the hallway Abby and Erin are walking together holding hands, as best friends do, and someone yells ‘dykes’ at them
  • Erin doesn’t understand, but she is so used be being called ghost-girl that she doesn’t really notice/mind
  • One day at Abby’s house while they’re studying for an english quiz Erin brings it up
  • Abby explains that they get called dyke because people think that they’re gay/dating
  • “Oh well that would be…” Erin looses her train of thought and kisses Abby right then and there
  • She pulls back and apologises and she starts freaking out and abby can’t get a word in edgewise so she just interrupts Erin by kissing her back
  • They figure if they’re gonna get called dykes anyway they might as well date right?
  • They are the cutest couple and go on ghost hunting dates, or dates to the library to research more about ghosts, or study dates in general

Ok this post got way longer than I expected, I just love the idea of Yatesbert high school girlfriends. (If you wanna see more than this tho, you can send me one of the one sentence prompts and I’ll write a Yatesbert Highschool gfs drabble)

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“Liam, we really have to go, mate. Like, right now!” Louis was about to punch him square in the face, he could tell. He knew they were running late, but Louis had to understand he needed that jumper. He made sure to ask their staff to get it cleaned and ready for him do go back home for the break, but it is nowhere to be seen.

“Tommo, I can’t find my new jumper. You know, the red one I bought two weeks ago?” he scratched his nape, looking over his stuff to check if it didn’t appear there unexpectedly.

“Well, we won’t be able to find our plane if we’re late, Payno” Liam could hear Louis’ irritation “so I suggest you forget about it and buy another one, it’s not like you can’t afford it, let’s go.”

Liam closed his suitcase with a sigh. He thought about calling Zayn to make sure he didn’t see it when he was packing earlier, but decided against it. There was a car waiting for them just outside their hotel’s back entrance, and as soon as he got inside, Liam sent a text to Zayn.

heyyyyy, we’re leaving the hotel, r u in your new hotel already? call u when i get home love youuu x oh no wait, did u c my red jumper? xx

Zayn replied a few minutes later with a ‘Yes, this hotel is fantastic, we have to spend some days here, babe. Proper fancy and stuff. Ummm, red jumper? I don’t think so, Li. Love u lots x’ which made Liam slump on his place. That was his new favourite jumper, and he was planning to wear it the day after Louis’ Charity Ball for brunch with Ruth and Nic, life was so unfair sometimes.

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Mate, wake up and check Zayn’s outfit from last night, lmao ur gonna be so mad bro

Liam had no clue what Louis was talking about since he already saw those pictures. He felt so attacked by his beautiful boyfriend who clearly didn’t care about his sanity. What he doesn’t get is why would he be mad? Did he do something wrong? They didn’t get him a new girl already, did them? He got so scared of what he was about to see, he didn’t even think straight before he was blinking hard and praying for there not to be a new girl and‒ oh.

“Hi babe, you do realise it’s almost one in the morning, right?” Zayn seemed so happy, he actually felt bad for getting mad him, but no, he lied.

“Ummm, red jumper? I don’t think so, Li” he mocked Zayn’s text with a high-pitched voice.

“Yeah, about that, sorry. I don’t how it got inside my bag?”

“Really, Zayn? Really?” he sighed while lying on his sofa “I told you all about how I was gonna wear it today! You lied, Zayn. I am very disappointed.”

“I am sorry I lied, Li. I’m not sorry I got it, though. It’s really comfy.”

“Why are so mean, Zayn? Why are you like this? I thought you loved me and people who love their boyfriend don’t do stuff like this.” He pouted and even though they were miles away from each other, he knew Zayn was enjoying every single bit of it.

“Babe, everything that’s yours, is mine,” Zayn laughed on the phone, causing Liam to stare pointedly at the roof.

“No Zayn, that’s incorrect. It’s actually what’s mine is yours.”

“Exactly, Liam, what’s yours is mine. I knew you’d understand” fuck, Zayn always managed to make Liam say or do whatever he wants, and Liam somehow is amazed.

“Ughh, I hate you Zaynie” he whispered, realising he was already missing him, causing Zayn to whisper back how he loved Liam. “Skype me when you wake up, yeah, love?”

“I will. Love you, Li. Good night.”

“Love you too, sleep tight.”


I’M SO SORRY. I’M HORRIBLE AT WRITING IN ENGLISH AND WRITING IN GENERAL BUT IT WAS STUCK ON MY MIND AND I HAD TO. I’m sorry. Lmao



Pictures used are not mine, credits to owners.

5SOS PREFERENCES #106: AU - HE'S THE BAD BOY AND YOU'RE THE GOOD GIRL - PART 5...
  • A/N: Well, I'm guessing this will be the final part. But, it might not be the end just yet. Stay tuned on my blog for more information.
  • Luke: The bell rang, announcing that the last class of the day was over. You took your time retrieving your stuff, seeing as you hadn't much to do that Friday afternoon. Slowly, you made your way out of the classroom. "Took you long enough", out of the corner of your eye, you saw Luke's tall frame leaning against the wall. "What are you doing here?", you asked, trying your best to not sound rude. "Waiting for you", he swiftly took your books, holding your hand with his free one. "Why?", you said, forcing your body not to tense up at his sweet touch. "Because I wanted to", he shrugged, intertwining his finger with yours. You looked at your hands, then at him. He looked so beautiful, almost nothing like the bad boy you used to see in him. But, you knew he was still there. You knew he hadn't changed at all. And you knew that people weren't only staring at you two because they thought you were an odd couple; they were also thinking 'that's the next girl that's gonna have her heart broken by Luke Hemmings'. And you knew better than to fall into his charms, but his voice was like an anesthesia that made your brain lazy and your bones numb, and it was dragging you directly to him. You hated yourself for being like all the other girls that fell for him - you were smarter than them. You knew what was going to happen. But, you didn't mind one bit. You were going to enjoy it while it lasted, and most surely cry when it was over. But, you still didn't have to think about that. "So", you said, putting his arm around your shoulder in a way that you were still holding hands and coming closer to his body, "How were your classes?".
  • Ashton: It didn't take long for Ashton to get to your house. What took you long was gaining courage to sneak out while your parents were sleeping - which he made pretty clear on the way to the party. And now, you were pressed against a wall, feeling like a fish out of the water. You weren't sure what you had expected from the party. Actually, you did know exactly what you had expected. But, now you felt like an idiot for thinking that Ashton Irwin, the bad boy, would spend the whole party talking to you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the good girl. It was only obvious, you now realized, that he was going to leave your side the moment you walked through the door and flirt with random girls all night long. What were you even doing there? You watched as a girl left Ashton alone and walked up to him. "Ashton", you said. "Yeah, babe?", he asked, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I think I'm going home", you struggled to get out of his grip. "What? Why?!", he asked. "'Cause I'm not having much fun", you said, "I don't even think I should've came in the first place". "C'mon, (Y/N)", he put each hand on one side of your waist. "No, really, Ashton. All you've ever done since we got here is ignore me and flirt with random girls". "Are you jealous?", he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Fuck you, Ashton", you rolled your eyes, turning around to leave him. "Wait, are you forgetting I'm your ride back home?", you heard his voice in your ear and felt his front pressed against your back. "I can get a cab", you shrugged. "You don't even know where we are", he had a good point - you were absolutely lost, "I'll drive you home". You knew that if you gave in now, you'd probably end up making out on the back of his car, and then texting each other the whole night long. You wanted to leave alone and go home to think it all through - but you knew Ashton was right. You couldn't leave alone when you had no idea where you were to begin with. "Fine", you huffed, walking off with him.
  • Michael: The dinner was mostly Michael eye fucking you and you avoiding his gaze. Yet, you were lucky enough to be told by your mom that you had to wash the dishes. And, obviously, Michael volunteered to help you. "So, (Y/N)", he said, putting a few plates on the sink, "Do you plan on getting on detention again tomorrow?". "Will you please just shut up?", you pleaded angrily. "Why do you keep ignoring your feelings towards me?", he chuckled, pressing his chest against your back, taking your hair in his hand and putting it all on one side of your shoulder. He started pressing a few kisses on your neck, rising to your earlobe. "We both know I turn you on", he nibbled on your earlobe, hands moving downwards on your body. "Michael", you said sternly, "Stop". "Are you sure you want me to stop?", he pressed a few more kisses to your neck - making sure to leave some marks. "Yes, Michael. Stop", you abruptly turned around. You hadn't quite calculated how close to him you would be when you turned - and it was very close. "Okay", he said, towering you and leaning down. The next think you know, you're sitting on the kitchen stand, Michael standing in between your legs. "I fucking hate you", you said in between kisses, tugging harshly at his hair. "I hate you more, princess", he smirked, pulling your hair a little at it's ends. "(Y/N), are you done yet?", you heard your mother's voice before you could push Michael away. "Uh, I", you stuttered, whole face turning red. "Oh," your mom said, feeling just as awkward as you were, "I'll come back later, then". "Fuck you, Michael", you turned to look at his smirking face once your mom had closed the kitchen door. "Better yet, let me fuck you", he moved closer to you, putting his hands on your knee. "No, really. Fuck off", you pushed his chest. "Are you sure you want that?", he raised his eyebrows. In your head, you concluded that the damage was already done. So, you could enjoy his lips for a little longer. "Fuck it", you mumbled, pulling him closer by his shirt.
  • Calum: "Great show!", you greeted Calum after his band gig, pecking his lip. "You thought so? Thanks", he smiled at you, pinching your bum lightly. "Yeah, I really liked it," you wrapped your arms around his neck. "How about you give me a small treat for it, huh?", he smirked and you blushed lightly, "C'mon", he dragged you to a door - which you assumed that was the backstage. He shut the door and locked it, pressing you against it a second later. One of your hands was playing with his hair, the other pulling him closer to you. His hands made their way to your bum, and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You weren't sure when you and Calum had gotten so intimate - that's 'cause you haven't. You wanted to believe that you weren't just another random girl for him. You wanted to believe you were different. But, you knew better than that. You knew that it would only be a matter of time before he was making out with another girl backstage after one of his gigs. Yet, why couldn't you let go of him? Spare the pain your heart was going to feel later. If you knew he was no good and you were nothing to him, why couldn't you just tell him to fuck off and walk back home? Because you wanted to be with him. You loved the way he kissed you; talked to you; touched you. You tried to shrug off the fact that you meant nothing to him when he meant so much to you. You tried to create an illusion that you were different to him, and he was falling for you just as hard as you were falling for him. But, you knew that if you created that, you would be even more heartbroken when it was over. So, you got it into your mind that you were nothing to him and that it would eventually end. "So, do you want to go back to my place or should I drive you home?", he broke the kiss. You knew what the right answer was. You knew, and it was on the tip of your tongue. It's now, you thought to yourself, spare the pain you're going to feel later - end this now. "No. I mean, we can go back to your place", you said.
call and response - jongtae (1/4)

~3.2k words, pg for this part. parallel idol au w/ composer!jong. eventual side minkey. pure fluff.

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - epilogue

In which Jonghyun is requested to work on his boss’s brother’s solo album and gets a little more than he bargained for.

this was requested by lnternetwar like forever ago on twitter and i’m suuuper into this au. i’m sorry i’m a shit and had to split it up into parts orz but i hope you enjoy!!! uwu it won’t take too long to get the other parts out; this one’s just a bit short because it’s essentially an intro.

Jonghyun has always said that the taste of good coffee is probably the best thing in the whole world. It’s familiar, something so quintessential to his day and his life, something the carries along with it the comfortableness of late nights. It may not be the best taste, objectively, but he couldn’t imagine a world without good coffee. It’s so thickly engrained in him that it’s in his blood, probably, helping more than he thinks to carry out all of his executive functions.

But right now, that comfortableness, that solace, is nowhere within reach. He’s sipping on a warm, medium cup of coffee that’s tailored to perfection, immersing him in the richness of the dusk that’s falling outside of the windows of the near-empty 24-hour café. He’s anxious; there’s a buzz in the air that he can’t quite place, a tickle in the pit of his gut that’s leaving him somewhat dissatisfied in this time that’s usually his small slice of peace.

Is he forgetting someone’s birthday? Is he missing a deadline? Did he leave Roo in the bathroom again?

Something isn’t right.

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Don't let me go (Sam x reader)

Words: 1903

Warnings: swearing, smut (kind of… if i could call it that…nothing special i swear!)

Fic song: Passenger - Let her go

Requests:

Could you do a Sam one shot where he keeps pushing you away because he’s afraid you’ll get hurt? Thank you so much!!

Hi! I reeeeealy love your blog! Can you write a one shot where Sam break up with the reader for some reasons (not her fault) and then one night when she’s drunk to forget him, she take a man at the bunker and Sam get really really jealous and it end in fluff or sad(I don’t mind). Thank you!! [sorry if there are some mistake, but I’m Italian ahah]

A/N: Hey! I’d like to apologize first, because I didn’t post any imagines yesterday and today. My computer is really slow (I don’t know why and I hate it) and it takes forever to even open Photoshop. I’ll do anything I can to post some tomorrow, but unfortunately I can’t promise anything.

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˝I’m sorry Y/N. You and me… It’s not going to work. We can’t be together anymore. ˝

You were looking at Sam and not a word came out of your mouth ever since he started talking. Numbness took over your body and even Sam’s voice slowly faded away. You didn’t show any emotions. You didn’t cry or scream even though you wanted to.

Everything was ok between you and Sam, or at least it seemed like it is. You were a happy couple for almost three months now. Everything was still fresh and from time to time you had to ask yourself if you aren’t dreaming, because before you started dating, you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams that Sam Winchester could like you.

But it looks like you were right before and it was all just some stupid fun for him. He told you a bunch of excuses, like that it’s his fault, not yours and all that crap. But you knew that Sam missed freedom. You’d expect this more from his older brother, but it turned out that they are the same.

Sam finished his speech and quickly left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The voice of door closing woke you up from the numbness. You turned your head to the door as your eyes filled with tears.

‘Sam left you’ said the voice in your head ‘You’re alone now again’.

**

It’s been little more than two weeks since you and Sam broke up. And even though people say, time heals it hurt you more and more every day. Seeing him everyday, because you’ve lived in the bunker for over a year and you didn’t have any money to move out. That of course meant seeing Sam every day, liking it or not.

Not to mention, that you didn’t speak at all. Every time you entered the room, he left it or pretend like you don’t exist. You caught him looking at you a few times, but he always looked away.

You still had no idea why he broke up with you and you were dying to know. You highly doubted that the truth could hurt you more than you already were.

Entering the library, you saw that Sam was alone in there. As quickly as his eyes spotted you, he got up, ready to leave the room.

˝I’m not gonna bother you Sam, you can stay, ˝you said, trying to prevent your voice from braking ˝Just tell me where Dean is. ˝

Your cold voice shocked Sam a bit, you could read it on his face and for the first time. He tore you apart and seeing him, shocked even if it is for a second, make you smile.

˝Umm I think he went out. ˝ Sam answered shortly.

He was looking you directly in the eyes and you had to put more will into turning around that ever before in your life. You missed Sam. Hell, you couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. There wasn’t a night since the  break up, that you didn’t cry yourself to sleep. Covering puffy face from him and Dean every morning was hard, but somehow you managed to do it.

˝Thanks. ˝ you turned away from him, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. ‘He doesn’t love you’ you had to remind yourself.

˝Y/N, ˝ Sam stopped you from walking away. With another deep breath, you turned to him ˝I’m sorry I hurt you really. ˝

You rolled your eyes at him ˝Save that crap for yourself Sam. I’ll survive hopefully. ˝

Without letting him speak, you turned around and left the room, tears streaming down your face again. He fucked you up bad.

**

Theory that time doesn’t heal, proved for wrong one again when, after a month after the break up. Sam and you still spoke only when it was really necessary and the pain in the chest still remained the same. You begged Castiel to delete your memory. Your best friend was sick of listening about Sam all the time.

˝I’m done Y/N. Get ready, we’re getting drunk today. ˝ she announced one day. ˝Be ready at 8:00 P.M. I’ll come for you. ˝  

Knowing that she always means what she says and that she’ll drag you out, like it or not, you slowly walked to the bathroom. It didn’t take you long to get ready and put on make up that you actually liked.

Your friend was not even a minute late or early. At exactly 8:00 P.M. she knocked on the door of the bunker. You let her in promising that you’ll come back in a moment, because you forgot your bag in the room.

After you quickly grabbed it, you bumped into Sam.

˝Where are you going? ˝ he asked, lifting his eyebrows as he checked you out.

˝None of your business. ˝ your best friend answered instead of you in a hateful tone. She grabbed your hand, pulling you out and closing the door as loud as she could. For an unknown reason you felt free as soon as the doors closed.

You stopped at the closest bar. Neither one of you really cared about where you spent this night. You just wanted to have fun and get as drunk as you could to forget everything.

You poured drink after drink down your throat. Sooner than you though you ended up in arms of a guy that looked awfully like Sam, just slightly lower. You two were making out, like the end of the world is coming soon and your friend just smiled at you, happy to see you smile again. Drunk or not.

With a permission from your friend, that you can leave her alone there, you grabbed the guys hand, taking him to the bunker.

You didn’t really care if Dean or Sam are still awake. Hell, you hoped that Sam is, so you could hurt him the way he hurt you.

It took you some time, to unlock the door, while kissing the guy. As soon as the doors closed, he pressed you against the wall, kissing you hungrily.  He lifted you, so you could wrap your legs around, him, before taking you down the stairs to your room. Putting you down in front of your room, he already started to unbutton your shirt.

˝Y/N? ˝ you heard Sam’s voice near you. The guy moved himself back, looking confusedly at you and Sam.

˝What are you doing? ˝he almost yelled at you. Then he looked at the guy whose hands were still on you.

˝Leave her alone pervert. She’s drunk and you’re not getting into her pants tonight… or ever. ˝  Sam was getting ready to punch the guy, when you stepped between them.

Your shirt was already unbuttoned, which made Sam a little confused. ˝Y/N please, you know you don’t want to do that. ˝ for a second you saw sadness in his eyes.

 ˝Fuck you Sam. You don’t have a word in what I do anymore. You’re way passed it. ˝ Sam was looking at you, not sure what to say or do. You turned away from him, kissing the ‘bar’ guy more passionately than needed, before pushing him to your room.

Sam stayed there, speechless. It was his fault, he knew that the break up, tore you apart badly. And even though he didn’t show this to anyone, it tore him apart too. He missed you badly. And no matter how hard he tried to get you out of his mind, he failed every fucking time.  He pushed himself on runs, almost passing out every time. But still you were the only thing he could think of. His attempts to bury himself in work failed when he found himself thinking of you. Even when he was sleeping, your broken face haunted him.

But you were better without him. Even thinking that something could happen to you, because Winchester loves you, made him sure, he did the right thing.

While Sam slowly turned back to library, the bar guy kissed your neck, making you beg him for more.

In in the heat of passion you begged him to unbutton your jeans. His right hand immediately slid to your jeans, easily slipped the button open. He moved his lips to your collar, leaving the trail that will last for days, as he pulled your pants off.

You lifted your hips, demanding more attention. Slowly he moved his lips, lower.

˝Sam… ˝ you moaned.

The guy immediately lifted himself and your eyes opened in shock. Why on earth would you moan Sam’s name? You were drunk for god’s sake.

˝I don’t know what’s happening here, but I think you’re in wrong bedroom. ˝ quickly, as he could, he dressed himself and left your room.

And you were alone again. Alone, drunk and fucking lonely. Alcohol is supposed to make you forget everything, not making you cry even more.

Tears started to make its way down your cheeks once more and you were sick of them. That’s not what you planned for tonight. You wanted to party and get drunk, not cry drunk in your room, thinking about the man who stole your heart and destroyed it.

A quiet knock on the door, pulled you on this world again.

˝Come in. ˝ you sobbed, not being able to calm your voice down.

The door opened and Sam entered. ˝I saw him leave. What happened? ˝ha asked, his voice filled with worry.

˝You happened Sam. You destroyed me when you broke up with me. You killed me with not talking to me, but looking at me every damn time you could. And now because of you, I can’t even have stupid meaningless sex. ˝ you let yourself go.

You shouted at him, telling him everything that came to your mind. You cursed the day you met him and the day you fall for him. Sam was just standing, looking at you without saying a word.

˝All this and I don’t even know the real reason you left me. ˝ you finished.

Sam walked to your bed, taking a seat on the end. ˝I was scared Y/N. I still am. I’m scared you’ll get hurt because ‘Winchester loves you’.  And god I love you. I’d rather die than see you get hurt. And I know, there is nothing that could fix what I did. ˝ he took a deep breath before continuing ˝I love you and this may not be enough. Hell, it probably isn’t. But I want you in my life forever. I want to wake up and go to sleep next to you every single day. Take me back, let me love you again. ˝

In disbelief you looked at Sam. ˝Since when it’s my safety only your choice Sam? You fucking broke me because you thought that it’s unsafe for me to be with you. ˝

˝I know. I’m so sorry Y/N. ˝ his voice broke and you saw tears in his eyes.

˝And you know what the worst part is Sam? That I forgive you, because I fucking adore you. ˝

Then, without a warning, Sam pulled you into his hug. ˝I’m so sorry baby. ˝ he apologized once again.

˝Just kiss me idiot. ˝ you chuckled, between tears.

Sam leaned to you, melting your lips with his. And suddenly it all felt right again.

S.coups: Approval (pt 1)

[table of contents] I.

Summary: Single dad seungcheol just for the records… i’m not sure how to do this tho, I might stick to the cliche of the reader being his child’s teacher


“Make sure your parents get this, alright?” You say to the girl, Dahyun, standing in front of you. She nods and stuffs the paper into her backpack with a grin on her face.

“You’re my favourite teacher, Miss Y/N!” She says as soon as she’s finished, wrapping her arms around one of your legs. You chuckle.

“Thank you, Dahyun. You’re one of my favourite students.” You say, finding it funny that a kindergarten student who has never had another teacher before has declared you as her favourite. You crouch down to her height and she’s quick to wrap her arms around your neck.

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Heartwarming (Vikklan one-shot)

Oh my God, do you know how long it took me to write this with a hurting hand? The things I do for you guys…:3

I have soooo many ideas to write down but I can’t right now :( besides having an inflamed hand I’m sick too, so that sucks :( (by soooo many ideas I mean a bunch of Vikklan one-shots, a Poofless one-shot plus I need to develop the storyline for my Pack fanfic…)

And I’m still terrible at coming up with titles…

Also, sorry if this is terrible, I was kinda tired when I wrote the ending

One more thing: just imagine Vikk in Lachlan’s jumper, with the sleeves properly rolled down *-* so cute, OMG, someone gotta make me a fanart of that!

Pairing: Vikklan

Setting: How to Minecraft

Word count: 3170 (ohmygod, that’s a lot)

‘Race you to the top!’, Lachlan screamed, dashing up the nearby hill with a headstart.

Vikk couldn’t catch up, so the Australian won their little race.

'I’m the king of the hill!’, he screamed as his friend reached the top too 'Hey, get off me hill!’

With that he pushed the other gently, but forcefully enough to make him stumble backwards and roll a few feet away in the soft grass.

'Hey, rude!’, Vikk laughed, still lying on the ground.

He quieted after a while, just smiling to himself and loving his life a whole lot. He cherished the moment, like he always did when they were like this with Lachlan, when they were so immature and happy and carefree, when it was just the two of them, hidden from the eyes of everyone else. Those were the moments when Vikk felt like he was free to love the Aussie as much as he did, more than a friend, even though it was not the case.

They were exploring, but for no apparent reason. They weren’t in need of any rare materials and there were barely any unexplored chunks within the world border at the moment. Still, going exploring together seemed like an unquestionably great idea to both of them as it gave them an opportunity to spend some time together without having any responsibilities. Because Lachlan loved Vikk too – whether romantically or not, it wasn’t clear for the Brit - and whenever they did something together, it was always just the best of times for the both of them.

Vikk finally got up and started walking towards his friend, causing him to be loud again.

'I’m the king, you’re a peas’, you stay down there!’, he joked.

'Aaaaawwwww…can’t we be kings together, plz?’

'Hmmmm….’, the blonde took his time to think 'Y'know what? That sounds cool, let’s be kings together.’, with that he reached out his hand and pulled him next to him.

The other laughed, but silenced when he looked further behind his friend.

'Lachlan, look over there!’

'Wha…?’, he turned around, confused 'Oh my God, yes!’, he exclaimed when he realised that there was a snow biome on the other side of the hill 'Let’s go there!’

'The last one there is a zombie pigman!’, Vikk screamed, running down the hill, getting his rematch.

'Nuuuuu that’s not fair!’, the Australian whined.

The other just laughed and jumped over the river separating the two biomes and landing on the ice, finishing first that time around. Lachlan ran to the shore, coming to an abrupt stop, being reluctant about jumping over the water and onto the ice.

'Come on, little Lachy! We don’t have all day!’

'I don’t know mate, how did you jump this?’

'It’s easy, just get some momentum.’

'Yeah, and land in the water! I don’t want to be wet if we’re going into a cold biome!’, he continued complaining.

'You won’t, I’ll catch you, okay?’, Vikk smiled reassuringly, reaching out both hands towards him, ready to catch him.

'A-alright…’, he backed away from the bank a few feet, then started dashing towards it.

His jump alone would have been enough, but Vikk caught him anyway. However, Lachlan’s momentum now sent both of them flying backwards, the Brit landing hard on his back, holding his friend on top of him tightly.

'Hey, it worked!’, the Aussie laughed, rolling off of the other and secretly already missing the feeling of his arms around him.

'Why are you so surprised?’, Vikk shot back as they both got up and moved on to solid land.

'Don’t know, maybe because you have a talent to make everything go horribly wrong.’, he giggled.

'Nah mate, that’s you, not me.’

xxx

Their occasional fits of laughter was the only noise that could be heard across the silent biome. They have left the river behind long ago, enjoying the chill and the new landscape. They had a couple of snowball fights, made snow angels and built a snowman, which Lachlan didn’t want to leave behind, but he had to. It started snowing too, making it seemingly even more perfect.

Lachlan kept running ahead, still bubbly and full of energy and not even a bit cold thanks to his thick jumper. Vikk, on the other hand, had slowed down, walking slower and falling behind. He started feeling cold after making the angels and now he was absolutely freezing, walking with his arms wrapped around himself, trying to warm himself up as his thin T-shirt wasn’t providing great protection against the chilly weather. However, he was grateful that his friend was still jumping around and was constantly ahead of him, because he wouldn’t have shown he was cold if he could have seen. He seemed to be having so much fun and Vikk didn’t want to ruin it for him by being a wimp and making both of them have to turn back so that he could warm up.

The Australian still turned towards him from time to time.

'You okay there, mate?’

'Yeah, sure.’

'You not cold?’

'Nah, I’m fine.’, he managed to force a smile everytime and it was enough to fool Lachlan. Adorable, naive, sweet Lachlan.

'Well, if you say so…’

And they kept going everytime.

After a while of wandering in the snowy plains, Lachlan came to a stop.

'Hey, Vikk, see that?’, he pointed at the hill ahead of them 'Let’s race up there, it could be the tiebreaker!’, however, he received no answer 'Vikk?’, he asked worriedly, turning around to look at his friend.

What he saw almost made his heart stop. The Brit didn’t even care to act tough anymore, he was just standing there with his arms wrapped around himself and shaking from cold, looking so small and fragile and miserable that it almost broke Lachlan’s heart.

'Vikk!’

'Oh, yeah, sorry, I kinda spaced out…What’s up?’, he tried to act like he was fine, but he was failing miserably.

'You are freezing…’

'No, I’m fine!’, he attempted to stand straight and walk towards his friend, but at his second step, he stumbled and fell – and he didn’t get up.

'Oh my God, Vikk!’, he rushed to his side, falling to his knees beside him.

Lachlan was terrified to see his friend lying in front of him, motionless and so, so cold, not even conscious anymore.

'No, Vikk, don’t do this to me, please!’, he cried out, shaking his shoulders in attempt to wake him. 'C'mon, sleeping beauty, it’s not naptime yet!’, he was so scared, how could their happy trip go so terribly wrong?!

xxx

Warmth and darkness. Those were the first two things Vikk became aware of.

He was covered in something soft, he could feel it on his arms. A blanket? No. A hoodie, maybe? It smelled familiar too. He was lying on a hard surface, stone, probably.

He tried to remember how he had gotten to the place he was in now. The exploring trip with Lachlan…the snow biome. Yeah, right, he was cold and he had overwhelmed himself, until he got to a point where his body couldn’t take it anymore. He should’ve frozen to death then, right? So why hadn’t he? Did Lachlan save him, or was it someone else? Was he even alive?

His thoughts were getting more and more messy and he was getting nowhere with them. He figured that the smartest thing to do would be to open his eyes and actually check his surroundings. It wasn’t as easy though, he felt like all energy had been drained from his body and it took him some tries to open his eyes.

At first he was blinded by the light rushing into his pupils. Then he saw that he was lying on natural stone floor and there was a fire lit really close to him, filling him with warmth. He looked further, seeing that the walls were rough and made of stone too. Was he in a cave? Probably.

He couldn’t see anything else. He lay still for a few minutes, gathering the strength to just move his head a bit, so hopefully he could see more. He moved his head upwards slightly, and fair enough, a figure came into his field of vision. The boy was sitting not far from him, next to the fire, hugging his knees and having his face buried into them. From his blonde locks and the fact that he was the last person he saw, Vikk assumed it was Lachlan…but why was he wearing a white T-shirt? Where was his jumper? Oh, wait a sec…He looked down at his arm, seeing the sleeve of a really familiar red jumper.

He looked at the Aussie again, wondering what he should do. Finally, he made up his mind.

'Lachlan…’, he called softly, his voice hoarse.

The other’s head shot up on an instant, and as his sky blue eyes fell on him they filled to the brim with tears.

The next thing Vikk knew was that he was pulled into an almost suffocatingly tight hug.

'You- you scared me so much…’, the blonde choked out 'Don’t do that ever again! I was so scared…and worried and I…I…’, he lost his ability to speak as sobs took over, so he just held the other even tighter, grasping the fabric of his jumper as if he was fearing that he could be torn away from him every second.

The Brit was taken off guard by the hug, but what surprised him even more was that Lachlan was crying and he had been afraid for a person other than himself…and that person was actually him. He felt like his heart was going to burst as he gently returned the hug and attempted to calm his friend.

'Hey, don’t cry…please, I’m alright now, well I’m better, that’s for sure’, he whispered softly, stumbling over his words 'thanks to you, I suppose?’

His last comment made the other pull away just enough to look him in the eye.

'Y-yeah, it was me.’, he mumbled, breathless from crying 'When you passed out, I brought you to this cave and made the fire to warm you up…’, his tears started to surface again 'but it was so long ago and you never moved and you were so cold, I was so scared…’

'Well, thank you for saving me then…no, no, no, don’t cry again! You’re gonna make me cry too.’

'O-okay…’, he tried to fight back his tears.

'Good’, Vikk chuckled and brought a hand up to wipe the other’s tears away, not taking it away after but gently stroking his cheek with his thumb.

Somehow it didn’t even surprise him that the Australian closed his eyes and leaned into his touch, a smile growing on his tear-stained face.

'I just…I can’t lose you, okay?’, he sighed, opening his eyes and covering the other’s hand with his.

'You won’t’, he said without thinking, his voice barely a whisper.

He wasn’t quite sure where the situation was going, it felt like one of his dreams. His mind was telling him to stop, to not say things like that and to pull away, because they were totally not acting like friends, but his heart was telling him different, and he had always listened to his heart.

'I will if you keep doing reckless stuff like freezing yourself to death!’, despite how much it sounded like his usual jokes, he was being serious for once.

'I’m sorry. I won’t do that again, I promise.’

'How do I know you won’t break that promise?’, he demanded, not caring how childish he sounded.

'I…don’t know…’, he muttered, feeling hurt and pulling away from the hug.

Lachlan let out a whimper at the loss of contact and quickly pulled him close again, burying his face into his shoulder. He knew he was being really clingy, but he couldn’t help it: he had almost lost the person who was the most precious to him and letting him out of his arms where he felt like he could protect him was absolutely terrifying.

'I’m sorry…’, Vikk mumbled as he returned the hug once again.

'It’s okay…you’re safe now, it’s alright’, he said that to calm himself rather than to reassure his friend.

They stayed silent and still for a couple minutes until the Australian raised his head, looking over the other’s shoulder and seeing that the fire was almost out.

'Damn it’, he muttered because he had to get up and leave the Brit’s embrace to put some wood on the fire or maybe even relight it.

He sighed as he got up, earning a little whine from Vikk - which he was most likely not supposed to hear – and knelt by the pile of ashes, watching the last flames die out. He got some more wood from the pile in the corner that he collected earlier and attempted to remake their campfire. Either the wood was wet or there was something wrong with the flint and steel, or maybe the temperature was just too low, the point is, the fire didn’t light.

'Oh, for f-’, he threw the flint and steel at the wall, breaking it 'I’m sorry mate, we’re not gonna have a fire anymore’, he said more calmly.

'It’s alright, I don’t mind. Do you want your jumper back?’

'Nah dude, you need it, you’re still cold.’

'But I don’t want you freezing to death either.’

'I should be alright, don’t worry.’

'If you say so…I still want you to be warm though….C'mere, I’ll warm you up.’, he extended his arms towards him, inviting him to a hug.

'Haha, I can’t say no to that’, the Aussie giggled and went over to him, letting him wrap his arms around him and moving around till he was sitting on the other’s lap.

'Comfy?’

'Yeah’, his voice was muffled as he buried his face into his friend’s chest.

Lachlan felt like he was in heaven, other than actually feeling warm, being able to – thanks to some miracle – freely hug and cuddle with Vikk was something he could only wish for until that very moment. He closed his eyes, listening to the other’s heartbeat and never wanting the moment to be over. He loved the feeling of the Brit rubbing circles on his back and his presence filling him with more warmth than fire ever could.

'I think I might fall asleep…’, he mumbled.

'I can’t hear you mate, speak up.’, Vikk replied and the blonde could feel his laughter vibrating in his chest.

He raised his head in order to repeat his sentence audibly, but his breath got caught in his throat when he realised how close they were, their faces inches apart and their noses touching. His feelings overwhelmed him and however hard he tried, he couldn’t resist the urge to close the gap between them, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

But no matter how much he was enjoying the kiss, no matter how soft Vikk’s lips felt on his and how sweet he tasted, no matter how long he had waited for this moment, he felt his heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces as he realised he had probably made the biggest mistake of his life because Vikk wasn’t kissing him back. So he started pulling away, not ready for the terrible awkwardness to follow, but that was when he felt being pulled back into the kiss and his heart was mended again because no, he hadn’t made a mistake, quite the opposite.

They pulled away, breathless and the Aussie went back to his previous position, with his head on the other’s chest, totally forgetting to repeat his sentence. They stayed like that for a while, both of them being clueless on what just happened or what to do about it. Finally, Lachlan decided to speak up, this time making sure the Brit heard him well.

'I think I might have just ruined our friendship.’

'Yeah…’

'It’s fine though, I don’t want to be your friend anymore anyway.’

He felt his no-longer-friend tense up and he raised his head again, so that he could look him in the eye and smiled cheekily.

'Yep, you heard me right, I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I’d much rather be your boyfriend.’

Vikk let out a sigh of relief and a wide smile formed on his face and he tightened his arms around the blonde a bit more.

'Gosh, you just gave me a heart attack. Why would you do that?’

'It was a payback.’, he grinned, not giving the other time to answer, kissing him again.

xxx

After hearing the mobs burn outside their sealed cave, the two boys decided to set off on their journey back to the Salty Lagoon.

'You sure you don’t want your jumper back?’

'Not until we’re back in a warmer biome. I’m not taking any chances, bae.’

Vikk was used to his friend – boyfriend, actually – calling any living creature 'bae’, but it was nice knowing that in his case it meant something more.

'Alright.’, he agreed, but wrapped an arm around his waist so that he would still stay warm until they’ve left the cold lands and he got a soft kiss on his cheek in return.

The edge of the biome wasn’t as far away as they estimated – turns out, they went in an almost complete circle the previous day. They ended up at the same part of the river where they crossed before.

'Do you need me to go ahead and catch you again?’, Vikk chuckled.

'Nah, I’ll be fine.’, he answered, letting go of him and this time not hesitating to jump to the other side, landing smoothly.

The other followed him closely.

'Why did we make such a big deal of this last time?’, the Australian wondered.

'I have no idea. It was you, anyway.’

'Hey, that’s not true!’

'It is, stop denying it!’

'Oh, okay, maybe…’, he admitted, looking at his feet and acting cute knowing how much Vikk loved it when he did that.

'Damn it, you’re too adorable.’, with that the Brit stepped closer and kissed his boyfriend’s nose.

They walked up the hill hand in hand.

'Remember that whole king of the hill thing?’, Lachlan smiled.

'Yeah, we agreed to be kings together, right?’, he replied, finding it fun to take games seriously.

'Yep. Do you still want to be a king with me?’

'I would love to.’, Vikk said softly, cupping the other’s cheeks and pulling him down for a sweet kiss.

But it really didn’t matter if they were kings or peasants or something else as long as they were together and they knew they would be, no matter what. Because really nothing changed, they were still allies, the Salty Squad, the Cool Kid Club who went fishing and exploring together and had each other’s back everytime and anytime, just now they could kiss and hug and hold hands and show they world how much they loved each other.

i managed to get my work for today done! :D so i wrote a thing.

kiwiitin​ asked “maybe Jack getting to see just how bad Rhys is in the kitchen? By accident witnessing him trying to make something maybe?"but left it up to me to put it in canon or in quid pro quo verse. Because I am a masochist, I’m gonna do both. This is the one for the canon verse!! The other one I’m saving for tomorrow <: along with claptrap/loader bot bc #challengeaccepted

This one is gen and set during the title sequence of ep.3!! No shipping sorry s: next one, i promise! (although if you squint you could probably see rhack bc i am v v predictable)

heavily inspired by kiwiitin‘s art, specifically, this one <:

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Who wants a bear hug?

B1A4’s resident slow guy, CNU here. Yes, yes, hello. This is another one of those posts that everyone is used to but because it’s early in the morning and I’m new here it's enviable. So like this and I’ll follow you and if you reblog maybe I’ll pop by sometime and leave some candy in your ask too while I have some. Let’s be friends, okay?

The Signs' Conversation in Hell(read from top to bottom)
  • Virgo: Alright guys, I've formulated a plan to GTFO here...hey Taurus you paying attention???
  • Taurus: Um yeah...hold on I'll come over in one sec...*goes back to sleep*
  • Capricorn: Can't trust y'all for nothing. I guess if you want something done right you've got to do it yourself.
  • Sagittarius: I don't really see what's the problem here...it's not that bad, it's a new adventure!*sprinkles flower petals around, only for them to crumble in the fire*
  • Leo: STFU Sag, no one asked you. Anyway what's the plan, my followers probably miss me...
  • Scorpio: I like it here...the flames suit my personality.
  • Cancer: Scorpio, not everyone's as dark as you, maybe we actually don't want to be skinned alive, is that such a bad thing???
  • Scorpio: Y'all act like I'm the spawn of Satan, maybe show me some love sometimes.
  • Aries: *sarcastically*Yeah..mmmhmm...OKAY Scorpio like you haven't been sucking Satan's dick since you got down here...get back to the plan
  • Virgo: Alright,back to the conversation...hold on...Gemini...is that a fucking phone???
  • Gemini: What? You think I'm going to leave the Internet and my fans on Instagram? Bitch you thought wrong.
  • Capricorn: You mean you've been blogging from the pits of hell.
  • Gemini: Ya, is that a problem?
  • Libra: *paces in the corner* I just don't understand why I'm down here, I'm just so likable!
  • Leo: Yeah ok Libra we get it, you're nice. Now can we get back out of here, red orange flaming fires isn't really the outfit of the season.
  • Aquarius: I've got it!
  • Aries: You've got what?
  • Aquarius: I created a multi-purpose Earthinator 6000!
  • Taurus: *rolls over* Wtf is that?
  • Aquarius: It's a device that can get us all back to earth! All we need is a power signal, an outlet or something.
  • Virgo: Now I'm up for the out of the ordinary and all, but where the hell are we supposed to find that?
  • Aquarius: Oh...guess I didn't think it through.
  • Pisces: *crawls out of corner and whispers while rocking back and forth* My memes...they miss me...
  • Libra: What are you talking about honey?
  • Pisces: Pepe...he needs me...
  • Sagittarius: Pepe will be ok without you, Pepe is fine.
  • Pisces: Pepe IS NOT FINE. Thank you very much.
  • Capricorn: I'm going to ignore that and try and get back to busting us out of here
  • Cancer: YEAH! Maybe before everyone we know is fucking dead!
  • Scorpio: Woah Cancer, aren't you supposed to be the crybaby?
  • Cancer: Crybaby? CRYBABY? Crybaby my ass bitch, I will fuck you up.
  • Scorpio: Fuck me anytime.*wink wink*
  • Virgo: Alright hoes I'm out. *grabs Capricorn and flies magically back to Earth*
  • Aries: Well shit, now we stuck down here.