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In Too Deep (Luke Hemmings) -No Strings Pt 3-

HIIIII! I’m back!!

Here’s part’s 1 and 2 for my No Strings Attached series!! I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it!


It’s entirely too early for you to be awake and functioning, but you just can’t help it. Ever since you woke up to an empty bed in the middle of the night and you overheard the conversation Luke was having with his girlfriend, you were having a hard time settling down. 

You roll over and look at Luke with his amber curls in a mess all over his forehead and his skin spotted with freckles. You’re drinking in every inch of the piece of art work in front of you. The sun was peeking through the windows and kissing his skin in ways your lips could never. He was literally glowing. Thus further confirming your beliefs that he’s not human but an ethereal being.

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Summary of Hamilton Songs
  • Alexander Hamilton: Yo I'm Alexander Hamilton and these are all the bitches I've fucked and/or fucked up
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: Let's see how many things rhyme with Burr (also BRRAAAAH BRRAAAAH)
  • My Shot: Hamilton's not throwing away his shot or the fucking mike like holy shit this song is good
  • The Story of Tonight: We are best buds and this song is in no way foreshadowing sad events what are you talking about lets have another round
  • The Schuyler Sisters: WERK BITCH
  • Farmer Refuted: Hamilton: "My dog speaks more eloquently" Everybody: "OOOOOHH!"
  • You'll Be Back: The king's an abusive boyfriend who can't let things go and is also really cute--DA DA DA DA DA
  • A Winter's Ball: We're reliable wITH THE LADIES!!!
  • Helpless: Eliza is a cinnamon roll who needs her happy ending stfu
  • Satisfied: Angelica fucking wrecks it like holy shit this song will bring me back to life
  • The Story of Tonight Reprise: "She's married to a British officer" "Oh shit..."
  • Wait For It: And we all fall in love with Burr cuz he tears this shit up
  • Stay Alive: "I'm a general! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!" (And Hamilton will fight anyone like holy shit boy calm the fuck down)
  • Ten Duel Commandments: The awesome sounding counting game of fUCKING DEATH
  • Meet Me Inside: Hamilton gets called to the principals office
  • That Would Be Enough: Dude seriously Eliza just wants you to not fucking die like how hard is that
  • Guns and Ships: Just...I just can't...just listen to this one fucking french asshole give it all he's got
  • History Has Its Eyes On You: Basically Washington telling Hamilton not to fuck up
  • The World Turned Upside Down: America wins the war and this shit is intense (also "Immigrants, we get the job done")
  • What Comes Next: The king is still bitter--"AWESOME! WOW!"
  • Dear Theodosia: Dads and their kids make me cry every time also we see parallels between Burr and Hamilton like holy shit this is cool
  • Non-Stop: Hamilton slow down you're scaring ppl
  • What'd I Miss: Jefferson arrives 15 minutes late with Starbucks
  • Cabinet Battle #1: EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY
  • Take A Break: Ok am I the only one who notices the beat of nothing when the sisters are like "Angelica, Eliza...the Schuyler sisters" like where the fuck is Peggy is she dead i think she's dead holy shit NO
  • Say No To This: Hamilton you dumb fuck say no to this
  • ...also Maria can belt like you won't believe
  • The Room Where It Happens: Burr is done with everyone's shit (also this song is life)
  • Schuyler Defeated: Burr drops some major foreshadowing with "I swear your pride will be the death of us all"
  • Cabinet Battle #2: "...France"
  • Washington on Your Side: Hamilton better watch his back
  • "Southern motherfuckin' dEMOCRATIC-REPUBLICANS!" "OH"
  • One Last Time: Washington has had enough of everyone's shit and is going home (like seriously he's the smartest person in this play he leaves before shit hits the fan)
  • I Know Him: Oh King George! We were wondering how you were doing...still creepy?...ok moving on
  • The Adams Administration: "Sit down John, you fat motherFUCKER"
  • We Know: Hamilton fucks up and no one's surprised at this point (also I love the little "No one else was in the room where it happened" addition from Burr like it just rubs salt in the wound here for their "friendship")
  • Hurricane: More Hamilton backstory/Wait For It Reprise
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN I REPEAT SHIT HAS HIT THE GODDAM FAN (also Angelica: "I'm not here for you" Everyone: "Oooooohhh!")
  • Burn: Ok let me just say Lin-Manuel Miranda has done such a good job with Eliza's character like for someone who we don't know anything about history wise, he really brought her to life in ways that make me want to cry
  • Blow Us All Away Reprise: philip no
  • philip no
  • PHILIP NO (also ha ha ha with the name of the song ha ha ha I'm laughing so hard I'm crying)
  • Stay Alive Reprise: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
  • It's Quiet Uptown: I'm dead there's no god there's no light at the end of the tunnel everything's helpless and there are tears flooding my cheeks
  • The Election of 1800: Everyone is thirsting after Hamilton like leave the man alone at this point dear god
  • Your Obedient Servant: Burr and Hamilton are passive aggressive af
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Reason for my death: Burr's "Wait!" when he shoots (and dear god I hope someone learns something from this like sometimes a fight isn't worth everything please I'm begging you learn to forgive)
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Eliza I'm so proud of you and I hope you find happiness in the end because I FUCKING DIDN'T THIS SHIT HAS ME BAWLING MY EYES OUT
  • ...time to listen to it all over again

anonymous asked:

Hi hi ya !! I just like literally found your blog and I'm in love it's so so good keep the hard work up and can u do like a headcanon of candy catching the boys masturbating if you have time ✨✨✨ please and thank you 👍👍

Nathaniel doesn’t even like masturbating for this exact reason, fear of getting caught. He only does it when he just can’t take it anymore. So for him to get caught, you’d have to really catch him by surprise because he doesn’t like taking risks. He’d probably gasp really loud and try to cover himself with something. His entire body would be red, he would be stuttering, not knowing what to say. “O-OHMYGOSH Y-Y/N I UM UM UMMM.” You’d immediately close the door and he would cover his face with his hands. He wouldn’t come out of his room until hours later, even if he has to pee. He can’t look you in the eye for weeks after that. He doesn’t even know how to start a conversation with you anymore.

Castiel would shoot out a bunch of obscenities. Probably every curse word in the book. “SON OF A B****!!! F***! S***!” He doesn’t know how to react so he just freaks out and tries to throw the blanket over himself. “GET OUT!!” He’d literally just continue to curse at himself and would probably scream into his pillow. Instant boner-killer tbh. He doesn’t speak to you for an entire week and avoids you at all costs. He probably doesn’t even show up at school for like two days cause he just can’t bring himself to face you and he’s freaking out. When you finally do talk to him, he’s just a blushing mess and will get pissed if you make any kind of joke about it.

Lysander is completely frozen, he doesn’t even know what to say or do. He just stands there with his wanker in hand, staring at you like a deer in headlights. “Y-Y/N?” When you leave his face isn’t even red it’s like… Purple or something idek. He’s so embarrassed. He has no clue how to handle the situation. I feel like he’s stealthy enough to never get caught, not even by his brother, so you seeing him completely catches him off guard. He decides to take the mature approach to the situation and just directly address it. “I’m really sorry that you h-had to um… See that.” If you’re cool with it he just kind of breathes this huge sigh of relief, but he still has no idea how to act around you. Talk about invasion of privacy….

Armin honestly doesn’t give a shit. He might jump a little bit and freak out. “WHAT THE HECK?!” After you leave though he just keeps going tbh. Not gonna let your lack of manners stop him from getting it on, ya know? He’s been caught plenty of times by his mother and Alexy, so he’s used to it. He is a little embarrassed by it but he’s not gonna let it get to him. When he sees you he just laughs it off and turns it into such a big joke that you eventually forget how uncomfortable the situation was in the first place. It’s now a common joke between you two.

Kentin freezes up and just stands there. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t move, just stands there. It’s not until after you leave that he has a reaction. He screams. “HOLY F***ING S***.” He’s pacing around his rom back and forth, is punching his pillow, pulling at his hair, everything. When you see him next he’s doing everything he can to not walk past you, talk to you, make eye contact with you or anything. If you ever want to talk to this boy again you’re going to have to approach him first cause there is no way in hell he’s going to do it. He’s embarrassed as hell for like a month and acts so weird around you now. It’s best if you just act like it never happened, for his sake.

anonymous asked:

The fic where they find Ging in the whale island is the best it was so funny and so cute!!! If you have anytime please write part two!..but if you can't it's still okey

Thank you!!! I wasn’t sure if that story was as funny as it sounded in my head so I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed it so much! I hope this is just as good ^^; 

But yeah so here’s part two to this drabble about Killua and Gon dealing with an intrusive Ging- so this is still canon universe featuring 18 year olds Killua and Gon. This takes place the morning after the original drabble!

(and here’s part three)

“So. How did you sleep?” was the first thing Killua heard as he shuffled into the Freeccs kitchen at the break of dawn.

Killua squinted at Ging, who’s silhouette was outlined by the rising sun, and felt his lips immediately tug down into a scowl.

Of course. The one time Killua was up early and the only other Freeccs awake happened to be the only other Freeccs who was also an asshole.

“I didn’t sleep,” Killua growled as he dropped gracelessly into one of the chairs around the table. “And its your fault. If you hadn’t barged in last night-”

“If I hadn’t barged in, you wouldn’t have slept anyway,” Ging cut him off. “That bed is too small to comfortably fit two fully grown adults. And if Gon sleeps any way like I do, he’s not the most peaceful sleeper. Face it, you would’ve been down here with that same disgruntled expression on your face even if you had slept with your boyfriend.”

Heat rushed to Killua’s cheeks at the word ‘boyfriend’ and he barely resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands. Seriously, why did Ging have to be here on the rare occasion Killua and Gon had decided to visit Whale Island?! Every time the guy opened his mouth Killua wanted to scream.

There was a strange sizzling noise. Killua looked up in time to see Ging fiddling with the stove. For the first time since entering the room, Killua noticed kitchen utensils and mixed ingredients scattered on the counters. 

Was Ging making breakfast-?


A soft hand carded through his hair, gentle and heart-warmingly familiar. Killua automatically leaned into the touch despite his current lack of energy.

He smiled up at Gon, who’s chaotic brown spikes were tousled and half falling into his eyes, and Gon’s lips quirked up in response. Gon slowly moved his hand to brush Killua’s hair out of his face, fingers lingering on his still-pink cheeks. Killua reached up, hand holding Gon’s in place like he was trying to mold Gon’s handprint into his skin-

“Did you sleep as poorly as your friend, Gon?” Ging asked, shocking the pair back to reality.

Killua gritted his teeth as Gon’s hand fell away. He tried his best to ignore the roar of frustration that rose inside him while Gon glanced over at Ging, brows furrowing. “…yeah. I’m used to sleeping with Killua, so. It was hard not having him there.”

Ging looked over his shoulder with both eyebrows raised and Killua shrieked internally. Holy shit, that had sounded so wrong. 

“Have you now.” Ging fully faced them, back pressed against the counter. “Y’know, you should be more careful saying stuff like that so casually with your aunt in earshot.”

Gon’s shoulders stiffened and Ging chuckled.

“Relax. Mito’s not here. Yet, at least.”

Okay. That was it, Killua couldn’t take this- this teasing anymore. Not when he was this exhausted, not after he’d spent the whole night wide-eyed and frozen on the mattress without Gon’s presence to calm him down, not when Ging had interrupted his moment with Gon for the fourteenth time in the past five days-

“What exactly is your problem?!” Killua burst out. “Do you have something against me and Gon being together?! Because if you do,you’d better say it before I punch that stupid grin off your smug face!”

“Killua!” Gon gasped but Ging was smirking.

“You must be pretty confident if you think you can land a hit on me.”

Killua shot upwards. Only Gon’s hand on his shoulder stopped him from throwing himself at Gon’s joke of a dad.

“Killua, no-” Gon said even as Ging snapped, “Calm down, weren’t you an assassin in the past? I have nothing against your relationship with Gon.”

The burning anger inside him melted away as fast as it had come, leaving both Killua and Gon to gape at the older male.

“I think you’re pretty special, actually,” Ging continued in a semi-thoughtful tone. “Gon wouldn’t shut up about you the first time we met. It was always ‘Killua this’ and ‘Killua that’….I can see why, now.”

Killua blinked, stomach twisting and heart soaring. Inside him, confusion warred with embarrassment, mixed in with a rush of overwhelming affection for his best friend at his side.

He had never known what Gon said to Ging after he and Alluka left Gon at the World Tree. Gon had mentioned bits and pieces of it in passing, sure, but it never felt right to directly ask Gon what had passed between him and his father. Killua had left Gon’s side, he had no right to ask that of him.

But now hearing that Gon had talked about Killua…the knowledge made his chest swell.

“Then- then why-” Gon stuttered, “Why have you been acting so-?”

“Irritating?” Ging suggested as he picked at his nails. “Intrusive, obnoxious, nagging-”

“Infuriating,” Killua interrupted shortly and was surprised when Ging gave him a wide grin. 

“That too. I haven’t even told Mito this, but the real reason is very simple, actually.” Ging pushed himself off the counter and went back to meddling with whatever was in the pot on the stove. 

Gon and Killua shared a confused look. What was Ging trying to-

Ging said abruptly, “I can’t leave too good of an impression on you, Killua, or else I’d have a son-in-law running around telling people that I am much friendlier than I appear. And I can’t have my reputation as an obnoxious loner ruined or else I’d be done for.”

Killua’s jaw dropped as Gon let out a shaky laugh.

“You’ve got to be joking,” Killua moaned, slumping back into his seat. 

“Nope,” Ging said and made a popping sound on the ‘p’.

Killua curled his hands in his unbrushed and knotty hair, staring at the table’s wooden surface with eyes that burned with exhaustion. He could hear Gon still laughing in the background but ignored him.

He couldn’t believe it; Ging was a jerk purposefully acting like jerk so his fucking reputation as a jerk wouldn’t be destroyed, just so he could continue living the isolated life he had been before Gon had finally caught up to him during the Chairman Election.

What a moron.

“Well, that’s one mystery cleared,” Gon half-whispered to Killua as he began to lower himself into the seat next to Killua’s.

“GON!” Aunt Mito’s sudden shriek was sharp enough to make all three males jolt. “I thought I told you to sit across the table from Killua!”

Gon grimaced but did as he was told.

Killua stared blankly at the opposite wall just above Gon’s head. He had always known that his own family was insane, but the Freecss…they were on an entirely different level of crazy, one of their own making.

Killua leaned back in his chair, head spinning while Ging’s snickers filled kitchen, and closed his eyes. 

What he would give for a nap.

(part three)

anonymous asked:

so I have a bit of a headcannon for tsuki, that the song Donetella by Lady Gaga is his jam!! Like his fav bit would be the start and akaashi would walk in to see him doing his sassy dance! If you haven't heard it, go listen and tell me I'm wrong ^.^

“Tsukki…” Kuroo looks over, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching towards Tsukishima’s thigh.

“Don’t touch me.” Tsukishima snaps, and slaps away his hand. “I’m mad at all of you.”

“Oh come on…” Bokuto sniffs, “…the dinner wasn’t that bad.”

“Are you kidding?” Tsukishima turns around to physically look Bokuto in the eye, “You shot jello out of your nose twice. I didn’t even know you could do it once?!”

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5SOS Preference #7: Interruptions
  • Calum Hood: I straddle Calum as I kiss his lips hungrily. I grab his shirt's collar and pull him to me so that he's sitting up. His hands find my bum, giving it a squeeze causing me to whimper out. I start to unbutton his shirt after he begins to kisses my chest. "You are so fucking gorgeous, my God." He mumbles while trailing his lips up to my neck. "Calum." I whisper once he starts to suck on my sweet spot. "Hmmmm. Say it again." He says, his lips finding their way to my jaw. I could feel his erection growing underneath me and I couldn't help but smirk. "Calum." I whisper slowly into his ear. He groans and then kisses my lips, his tongue begging for entrance. "Yo Calum are you deaf or- holy shit!" I pull away and turn my head to find Luke, who's covering his eyes with his hands. "You ever heard of knocking, Luke?" Calum asks, clearly frustrated. "I-I uh I'm sorry. I knocked for almost ten minutes but n-no one answered." I try not to laugh at the embarrassed Luke. Calum sighs. "We're late for practice too." Luke adds. Calum rests his head on my chest and breathes in. "Cal, I'll give you a few minutes to tidy up and (Y/N), nice underwear."
  • Ashton Irwin: Ashton hovers over me as I lay on my back on the couch. He kisses me passionately as I run my fingers through his curls. "B-babe." I whisper with pleasure as he begins to grind his hard member against my sensitive area. "Don't t-tease me." I say. He chuckles before kissing me again, still dry humping me. I pull at his curls once his hand finds the top of my sweatpants. "I bet you're soaking right now baby." Ashton whispers into my ear, his hand trying to pull down my pants. I squirm, urging him to keep doing what he's doing. "Eager aren't we?" He chuckles before placing a kiss below my ear. The sound of Ashton's phone vibrating makes him pull away. I whimper out, not wanting him to stop. He grabs his phone and then answers it. "Yeah?" He pants into the phone. His other hand holds him up above me. I watch him speak, trying to control my raging hormones. He sighs and then nods. "Yeah, okay. See ya. Bye." He hangs up. "I have to go." Ashton says to me and I whine. "You're not going." I say firmly. He chuckles. "But I have to, love. Works orders." I sigh and then pout my lip out. "But don't you worry baby," Ash says before kissing my lips again. "I'll take good care of you tonight."
  • Michael Clifford: "M-Mikey." I moan out as Michael's hands roam my body while also leaving hickeys on my neck. I wrap my legs around his torso, trying to be close to him as possible. My lower area throbs with desperation. "Michael, d-don't stop." He chuckles and then his lips meet mine. "God, I love you." He says between the kiss. "Michael, (Y/N), foods- oh my. I'm so sorry." Michael's lips leave mine and looks towards the bedroom door, where we both heard the familiar voice come from. "Uh hi mom." Michael says while getting off of me and laying down beside me. My face is beet red and Michael just smiles away at his mother, pretending what we were doing never happened. "Uh...dinners ready," Mikey's mom says while clearing her throat. "And we'd love for you two to join us." I give her a small smile and nod. "Of course. We'll be down in a few." Michael says. Michael's mom nods her head, giving us a smile and then leaves. He then kisses me. "To be continued, my love." He whispers against my lips.
  • Luke Hemmings: "Shhh." Luke whispers playfully after I giggled. We kiss passionately under the blankets of our king sized bed. My hands find the hem of his t-shirt as he plants soft kisses on my collarbones. "Mmmm." I hum out once he found my sweet spot. "This," I say while tugging at his shirt. "Needs to be off. Now." Luke chuckles kissing my lips. "Yes ma'am." He says before pulling it off of him and throwing it somewhere out of his reach. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips back to mine. He moans into the kiss once I begin to bite his lip gently. Then a knock on the door stops our actions immediately. "Mommy? Daddy?" Our five year old son says through the door. Luke groans before getting off of me and I laugh a little. "Just a minute, baby." I say before situating myself. I get up and open the door, seeing my little boy with his thumb in his mouth. "Bad dream, sweetheart?" I ask while crouching down to his height and he nods. "Can I sleep with you and daddy?" I give him a small smile and a nod, hearing Luke breathe out loudly, obviously not agreeing with me.

anonymous asked:

omg i'm so glad i have post notifs on for you... i love all of the prompts! could i please have “I love you. So much. With every ounce of my being" with your mafia yoongi?

⇢ MEMBER Min Yoongi (Suga)
⇢ AU Mafia

“Say that again.”

“I said what’re you wearing to the Christmas party?”

“When the fuck have we ever thrown a Christmas party? We’re the most wanted clan in the entire country. We organise drug trades and assassinations, and now… eggnog and Christmas tree decorations?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“What happened? Did the boss man snort a little too much cocaine last night?”

“No, I think his girlfriend blew his brains out with a spectacular blow job or something. Remember his birthday?”

“Oh, Jesus. Don’t remind me. I still have nightmares about our boss smiling like that.”

“It wasn’t even an ‘I’m gonna shoot a bullet through your head now’ smile. It was a legitimate ‘I’m happy’ smile.”

“Fuck. I got chills all over again. I will never unsee that.”

“It’s even worse because we’re probably gonna see it again at the Christmas party.”


“Yeah. Anyway. Do you know what you’re gonna wear?”

“I dunno. I might just wear that ugly ass sweater my sister bought me or whatever. ‘Tis the season and shit.”


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Dragon Age: The Missing King: Chapter The 1st, Kidnapped

Work Summery:  When Alistair goes missing his warden queen finds herself on a quest to rescue him, along with some old friends (And Zevran’s colorful new apprentice.) Nanowrimo 2015 Fanfic

Chapter Summery: Alistair is kidnapped while his wife was lured away. Upon returning to the palace Torania Cousland Theirin learns what has transpired.

Betas (So far): @mackleford @purebredferelden

Chapters So Far:

Chapter The 1st, Kidnapped

Chapter The 2nd, Friends

Chapter The 3rd, Stories & Preparations

Chapter The 4th, First Engagements

Chapter The 5th, The Dalish

Chapter The 6th, White River

Chaper The 7th, Chateau Bataille

Chapter The 8th, Investigations

Chapter The 9th, The Point Of No Return

Chapter The 10th, Even The Strong Shall Fall

Chapter The 11th, The Wrath Of A Kind Man

Chapter The 12th, Epiliogue

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Art By: @heathwind-blog

The fact was, it was a dog that saved the king of Ferelden. Alistair Theirin let out a groan as his wife’s mabari, Chompers, jumped on the bed.

“Aw wh-? No! Not again!” He rubbed his eyes, “I miss her too, but you can’t just crawl into bed with people who are sleeping! We’ve talked about this!”

He had in fact given the dog a very stern lecture the day before. And the day before that. And… Maker, it was no use.

That’s when he noticed Chomper’s hackles were raised. Alistair stepped out of bed, grabbing his sword just as the door opened. The man who stood in the doorway was dressed entirely in black.

For a moment, just a moment, the king wondered how they had gotten past the guards. Then, with Chompers growling beside him, the king spoke to the intruder.

“You know I would offer you congratulations for getting this far, but something tells me you are not in a friendly mood.” The intruder responded by pulling out a vial filled with a green, sparking substance.

Huh that was new.

Either way, Alistair would make quick work of this. He moved forward, sword in hand just as the intruder unstoppered the vial and threw its contents forward.

Somehow the mabari got in the way.

Both men watched the dog as he staggered a bit. Then Chompers’ eyes rolled back in his head and he fell on top of the attacker just as Alistair slayed the man.  But Alistair had made a crucial mistake. He had not counted on there being more assailants, and the second attacker did not rely on anything as elegant as whatever had been in the vial. King Alistair felt something hit him on the back of the head and he dropped like a stone.

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love is

Apparently something about Agent Washington screams “tell me what your definition of love is”. Not that he would know.

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At Least Try Harder [Wonwoo]

Wonwoo, your boyfriend had been avoiding you lately and you decided to surprise him at his studio, only to be surprised by him.

“Hey Y/N!” Mingyu greeted you as he saw you walked out of the elevator.

“Mingyu, have you seen Wonwoo?” You asked, throwing an arm around his shoulder. Not only was Mingyu your boyfriend’s best friend, he was the one who set you two up in the first place.

“He’s in the studio, working on our next album.” He sighed, “The guy hasn’t left the room for almost a whole day. He had been working really hard.”

“I know, we haven’t seen each other in a week so I’m here to surprise him.” You waved the lunch box you made for him around.

“Good! Now go and talk some sense into that bastard!”

“I will.” You smiled at him and separated your ways.

As you stood in front of the studio, you could hear the music booming from inside. Turning the knob of the door, you were shocked to see that your boyfriend was working really hard.

Not on the song, but on shoving his mouth into a girl’s face, who was sitting on top of him.

“I see you’re working really hard.” You snorted.

“SHIT! Y/N! What are you doing here?!” Wonwoo immediately pushed the girl off the chair and made her fell on to the floor on her butt.

“Sunbaenim!” The girl shrieked annoyingly. Wonwoo ignored her and ran up to you.

“It’s really nice to see that you’re so friendly with your hoobaes.” You rolled your eyes and walked towards the door.

“Y/N! Listen to me!” Wonwoo pulled you back and made you look him, “She was the one who kissed me first.”

“Does it matter who started it? YOU, went along with her didn’t you? If you’re going to give me an excuse at least try harder to make it believable.” You shrugged his grip off your wrist and made your way out, “We’re done, Wonwoo.”

“Y/N, please. I love you. I can’t live without you.” He said, his voice cracking at the end.

You paused and looked back at him, “Then die.”

pilgrimshxnds  asked:

I want to hear about the time you did Chicago for kids like how and also how mad were their parents because cell block tango exists and I'm laughing so hard

OKAY so I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tell this story (makesbadjokes, @flutecocktail, storybook-souls, to name a few) and I’m about halfway down a bottle of cab sav so there ain’t no time like the present. 

Let me kick this off by saying that we didn’t plan to do Chicago for kids. We planned to do a perfectly wholesome kids’ Christmas show, but pretty much nothing in live theatre goes according to plan, and smash bang two hours later we’d had enough scandalous mishaps to require at least PG-13 rating.

Right, so this was the same company I did Peter Pan with, except this time instead of being in the old-ass ghetto-as-fuck falling-to-bits excuse for a theatre, we were in like one of the bigger theatres in our metropolitan area, so we’re talking a house of about 800-1000 people. Now, for those of you who were born before the fucking forties, there’s this godawful kids’ show called Babes in Toyland, which is basically a bunch of nursery rhyme characters fighting an evil genius in order to save Christmas or some shit–to be honest I’ve blocked a lot of it out and this was also like nine years ago and I’m tipsy so cut me some slack, bitches, Jesus. 

Sorry, that one got away from me. So anyway in this particular production I’m playing Little Bo Peep and like that alone was humiliating enough but the truly shitty part of playing the world’s fucking worst shepherd (like, bitch you lost your sheep? You had ONE JOB) was the fucking dress I had to wear. I’m pretty sure it was a shower curtain in a former life, but it was made of like weird yellow rayon and lace and it was basically a fucking MASSIVE parachute skirt and this obscenely tight bodice stitched together at the waist. And when I say obscenely tight, I do mean obscenely–the rest of the cast started calling me Little Ho Peep after our first costume parade. I never lived that down but I digress; not important.

Anyway, so me and all the other fairy tale characters–I swear, this shit is like a less clever version of fucking Shrek–are traipsing through the dark forest and we get sleepy and decide to just like lie down on the fucking ground and have a nap, because that’s definitely not going to end badly. So I go to sit down and this goddamn dress balloons out around me until I’m basically taking up like a ten foot diameter of the fucking stage, but I don’t really have time to like collect my skirts before all the other kids lie down around me, and the kid playing Jack-be-Nimble (you guys don’t understand, this show is so fucking stupid) just drops like a rock on top of my skirt and I’m like, okay, whatever, he’ll get off at the top of the next scene and it’ll be fine. 

I’m not sure I have ever been so wrong in all my life. 

The lights go down, and while another short vignette happens on the apron (that’s the small space between the grand drape and the lip of the stage, congratulations you just got yourself a fucking theatre lesson you did not ask for) we’re all just quietly waiting in the dark for the next scene, where we all get attacked by giant spiders like it’s the fucking Hobbit, and we all have to leap up from the floor and start screaming. You can probably guess what happened.

FLARE, lights up, and l fucking launch myself off the floor. But Jack doesn’t. So I jump up and all his weight is still on my skirt and the whole fucking thing rips the the fuck off. Like, there was this horrible tearing duct tape noise and all of a sudden I’m standing there in the middle of the stage in my underwear and stockings and garters and half my dress is still on the fucking floor and 800+ little kids on field trips are all gasping and goggling at me and I’m just like, Oh holy mother of God. For about half a second it’s dead fucking silence and everyone onstage is staring at me and then Jack fucking scrambles up from the floor grabs my skirt and just like throws it around my waist and holds it there because he doesn’t know what else to fucking do, and I’m as red as the surface of Mars because I’m fourteen and I’m fucking mortified.

So after that the spider attack is like considerably less exciting and like some kids are laughing and some are crying and I’m muttering shit like Jesus H. Christ on a unicycle Jack I’m going to suffocate you in your sleep with what’s left of my skirt and finally the scene is over and Jack and I bolt the fuck offstage and I sit on my mostly bare ass on the locking rail while Jack is running around me in circles going holy shit holy shit holy shit I sat on your dress I’m so sorry and I’m like NO FUCKING SHIT DID YOU THINK I HADN’T NOTICED YOU LEAD-ARSED FUCKING BARNACLE.

That was Act I. 

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Love at First Sight

Enjolras / Grantaire

Soulmate AU where, at some point in your life, your tattoo will appear revealing to you the first words that your significant other(s) will say to you.


Enjolras gets his words at the age of 17, and he’s mildly disappointed that it seems to be nothing more than a cheesy chat-up line.

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happy 520 day!

Naturally, as the universe would have it, Edward Elric grows up to be the most baffling, contradictory, stunning creature Roy Mustang has ever seen. He squints at him over his fourth beer and thinks, When did this happen?, because it feels like the last time he looked, Edward was a slightly dorky-looking twelve year-old and not this - this

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match day

You know how I said my top three all felt like they were tied for #1 in my heart? I got my #3, and I absolutely feel like I got my #1. It is a perfect place for me, with the strongest social medicine focus of any of my top programs, and a lot of really inspiring faculty, in a seriously cool city that I’m excited to explore. I am SO happy about it, and really don’t think I would have been any more excited had I matched at my official #1 or #2. So that’s great. 

It was a weird day, though. My medbesties and I picked up our envelopes from the table, and gathered separately from the rest of the group. I hadn’t been nervous at all until the moment I had the envelope in my hand, and then I was suddenly so emotional that I really thought I might pass out or throw up. I snapped a quick picture of the outer envelope during the countdown, and then tore it open. And there was ANOTHER ENVELOPE INSIDE, and I was like, are you trying to fucking kill me right now? Opened the second envelope, and the little card, and saw my match…it was like every feeling all at once. Thrilled to get one of my top choices, a flash of sadness about the places I wouldn’t get to go, but mostly just completely overwhelmed and sort of stunned to finally know. After so much time and work and agony…boom. This. This is what’s next. This is life after med school. Finally. 

At that point time starts for me again, and I find myself in a chaotic room. I look up at one of the world’s best humans, one of my closest medfriends, and she is standing there holding her unopened envelope and shaking. She says she can’t open it. I tell her that yes, she can. She says she really can’t. I put my arm around her shoulders, and watch her hands tremble as she finally tears it open. She reads it. She looks stricken. She shows me, and I recognize the name of a program that I know she loved. After her interview at this place she raved about it. However, I also knew it had moved down her list over the course of the interview season, and was ranked at something like #5. 

I look up at one of my other medbesties and she looks like she just saw a ghost. She is there with her sweet boyfriend, who looks like he just received a prison sentence. She also got her #5. She doesn’t look sad, exactly. She just wasn’t mentally prepared for this. She was disappointed…but still relieved to finally know.

A third…he got his #10. He mainly seemed confused at that point. He had sent and received love letters, he had ranked programs that were not overly competitive…he had worked so hard, and now felt so small. But still. Still relieved to know. Hurt. Relieved. Hurt. Confused. Relieved. Hurt. All of it crossing his face, all at once and repeatedly. 

And this, this is to say nothing of the people who we were missing because they didn’t match and couldn’t bear to be there at what they assumed would be a full-fledged celebration. As it turned out, their sadnesses would have blended into the crazy emotional tornado just fine.

The coordinator asks us to go around and say where we matched, and looks in our direction. My first friend shrinks, can’t seem to speak…doesn’t want to say it out loud. They skip her, and I share my result. Each of these people, many of whom I really dearly love, says the name of a program, a city, a specialty. Some look happy, many look relieved, and many just look shocked. We go to a highly-regarded medical school. We were told we could expect our #1 or #2 pick, most likely. That’s not what happened for most of us. Most of us were still perfectly happy, but many were not, and regardless, EVERYBODY was having a profound, intense, personal, and somewhat jarring experience in a room full of people also having that experience. I’m glad we were together, but holy shit, so many feelings in that room.

I sat down with my friends. My first friend sobbed on my shoulder briefly, a first step in letting go of her hurt. We all chatted quietly, shared our confusing feelings, and tried to avoid the roving photographers. I was really very happy, but also overwhelmed by the reality of the move I need to make, and in any case, could not celebrate in the presence of so many people feeling so many mixed emotions.  

We were all short on sleep and food. We split up into two camps, the burn-the-crazy exercise camp and the drown-the-crazy beer-and-burrito camp. I went with the beer camp, not because I actually wanted the beer, but to keep that last guy company. He was still in his head more than in his heart, and I was afraid that he was going to start drinking and fall apart. He didn’t. He’s ok. 

Everybody is ok. Later we all ended up in a sunny backyard with babies and dogs and beer and lawn games and friendship. I saw everybody smile and laugh. The emotional storm had passed, we all helped each other to bail out the boats, and everybody was floating in the sunshine. We made it to where we are, together. 

I’m very grateful. 

Title: 5 Years Short


Word Count: 1,245

Rating: G

Warnings: THEY MET 5 YRS AGO TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!! (but serious warnings None uwu)


*a thing: if there’s ever anything you need me to tag, please please please let me know and I’ll take care of it!! Thank you bunches you’re a cute little flower <3*  


Dan keeps looking over at Phil and wondering if he’s thinking the same thing he is.

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anonymous asked:

yo I think you should do one of those AU fics where those dumb bullies at school broke oliver's glasses -again- and connor's a good boy trying to make him feel better

Oliver knows how to throw a punch. His dad taught him the first time he came home with his glasses split in half. But his dad made him promise, “Only if there’s no other way.”

Oliver doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

The bullies at school knock his books from his hands. When he kneels to collect them, they snatch the glasses off his nose and drop them on the ground. One bully raises his foot. Oliver winces, ready for the crack of glass and the snap of the frame.

“What the hell is your problem, Billy?”

“Stay out of this, Walsh,” Billy says, and looks down at the glasses. Yet before he can stomp them, someone pushes him and he trips backwards.

In the confusion, Oliver makes a dash for his glasses. He brings them to his eyes just as Connor Walsh, resident Adonis of their high school, offers him a sharp smirk and a kind hand.

“T-Thanks,” Oliver says, struggling for words when in direct contact with those intense dark eyes. 

“You alright?” Connor asks. “These guys are such assholes.”

“I fucking heard that,” Billy growls. He moves before Connor can react, grabbing Connor by the collar and dragging him into the center of the hallway. “Big hero. What, did you want to score the damsel?”

“None of your fucking business,” Connor growls as he struggles.

Billy pulls back a fist.

Maybe Connor knows how to throw a punch. Maybe he’s waiting for something. Oliver doesn’t know. He doesn’t wait to find out.

Because Oliver’s dad taught him to throw a punch. He made him promise, “Only if there’s no other way.”

Oliver won’t let Connor be hurt.

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tremors (that shook long ago)

Next to each other on a turbulent plane journey au

notes: after the roommate au i saw this one and thought it’d be fun to see modern lieutenant duckling on a plane. because of reasons. changed the premise a bit, tho, because of reasons too. 

(for cee because she graduated and i love her)

An hour earlier, as he had been sitting in the waiting room beside a screaming baby and his very loud mother, Killian had ranked this flight home as the #1 in his Worst Plane Rides Ever list. Not only that, but he had realized he had forgotten his earphones back in the cab when he was roaming his backpack in order to pay the cabbie, and he was nursing a bit of a hangover after Liam had insisted on indulging in some rum the previous night to celebrate his last day with them before leaving.

Very bad idea indeed, which led to Worst Flight Ever.

Until now, he guessed.

He sat straight in his place after setting his backpack under the seat. He was already sighing to himself at the seven and half hours he would be trapped in that bloody flying giant piece of metal when a glimpse of gold caught his eye. He blinked just in time to see a girl hovering over the sweet looking woman who was contentedly sitting at his right on the aisle seat. With a start, he realized that he recognized her: he had seen her frowning to herself as she paced from one corner of the waiting room to the other until she had slumped in one of the diabolical torture devices that passed as seats there, two rows from him. He hadn’t meant to, like, stare at her or something, but she was pretty. Very much, so. Incredibly beautiful.

Very out of his league, probably, too.  

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hooksandheroics  asked:

OMG Bellarke and "surprise, I'm home for the holidays when you thought I wasn't gonna be" AU please and thank you. :)

Bellamy never cared that much about Christmas until Clarke went off to college.

He didn’t hate it or anything, it just didn’t do much for him, as a holiday. Presents are cool, but he’s a believer in buying things for people he likes when he sees them and not waiting for birthdays or holidays. Trees and Santa and special Starbucks cups? He’s never cared about that shit. And he only ever manages so much goodwill toward men.

But then Christmas became the time of year when he sees Clarke, and he didn’t realize how much he cared about that, not until he stopped seeing her all the time, hanging out on his couch with his sister and bickering with him after school.

The good news was that Clarke seemed to feel the same; she’d always been primarily Octavia’s friend, but Octavia went to spend Christmas with her boyfriend their junior year of college, and Clarke still showed up at Bellamy’s almost every night to hang out, and after that, he decided they were friends too, albeit friends who only saw each other once or twice a year.

He doesn’t think he’s in love with her until she’s two years out of college and he asks her when she’s coming home for Christmas, and she says she’s not.

“I have to work, my boss is a nightmare,” she says, sounding exhausted. She’s sounded exhausted every time he’s talked to her since she got the job, and he was looking forward to fretting over her at Christmas. She’s probably not eating right. “And my girlfriend is staying in town, so–”

Bellamy’s world stops. It’s not like she hasn’t dated people before. She came out to him Christmas of her sophomore year, and she’s had a couple boyfriends and girlfriends since then. But no one she’s ever spent the holidays with. No one he ever thought of as serious, he realizes now. “Have I heard about the girlfriend?” he asks, keeping his voice even.

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