i'm slowly turning into one of those people i really don't like

Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!
Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyed from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizard-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly, these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system??
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are terrified of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.

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  • so michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
  • she starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
  • but the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
  • he rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going, shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s taking biology now.
  • he just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
  • michelle also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her head and keeps moving.
  • she gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
  • and then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose star wars or star trek? was that not a thing? not that she cares about things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
  • she’s turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly longer route home.
  • she continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
  • “oh my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.

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Okay but

AU where everything is the same except the shield is an artifact like Mjolnir. Maybe it’s a long-lost Asgardian thing, maybe it’s some other non-Earth object. Point is, the shield is enchanted so that it only obeys the will of the wielder if their primary goal is protection. It’s just about impenetrable, can absorb any shocks, and strong enough to cut through or destroy just about anything–which would make it a perfect weapon, if anyone could figure out how to fucking use the thing. It doesn’t obey any laws of physics or movement as we know it, and SSR spends years experimenting with it until they finally give up and stick it in a crate somewhere. 

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anonymous asked:

This is my first time requesting a headcannon from anyone! ((I'm asking you guys because I love how you guys write, it's amazing!)) I was wondering if you could do a RFA + V + Saeran reaction to MC accidentally taking a drug thinking it's candy? ((You don't have to do this if it's too weird or something!! I'm sorry!! ;-; I'm so embarrassed lol))

A/N: Me?? the first??? i am hoNOURED ;u; HHHNNNNN I HOPE THIS IS OKAY SORRY I STRAYED FROM THE “THINKING ITS CANDY” PART SOMETIMES;;;; ~Admin 404

 

Me @ Saerans: im sorry no im not

 

Idk if this is a TW or anything but… drug mention warning?? Right here??

*YOOSUNG:

               -Yo he goes to /college/. /COLLEGE PARTIES MY FRIENDS./

               -He doesn’t normally go but friends invited him, and he invited you! Totally wasn’t because he wanted to show you off to people??? No????

               -But you seemed a little more comfortable at these things than he did, you even disappeared for a little while

               -He spent almost an hour trying to find you amongst the sea of people, and when he did find you, you seemed confused, dazed, and just completely out of it

               -Tried asking you what was wrong and all you could do was stare at him with your eyes glossed over for a solid minute before you reacted to him actually being there

               -When you made sense of his presence, you smiled and welcomed him very slowly before sticking your tongue out to touch it

               -“Yoosung, is my tongue big? Is it.. big.. oh my god its growing. What if it won’t fit in my mouth anymore?? YooSUNG WHaT WiLL I Do?!”

               -You no longer had volume control over your voice and he is very concerned. One second you’re yelling, the next you’re whispering. What was wrong with you?? You were starting to scare him;;

               -It took a solid 5 minutes for you to explain to him that someone had offered you some chocolate and you never turned down chocolate! But he remembered hearing someone say something about “edibles”.. is.. is that what it was? Did you mistakenly take drugs?! Why weren’t you more careful?!

               -Struggles to carry you home- arm thrown around his shoulder as his arms around your hip, the two of you have to stop every now and again because you’re contemplating everything around you. Once he’s got you home, he immediately tucks you into bed. Of course he went to the group chat to figure out what he should do, and Saeyoung told him to just make sure you slept it off.

               -In the morning he lectured you that you can’t take chocolate from people you don’t know!! Especially if it doesn’t smell right- what in the world made you think it was safe;; Also, now refuses invites to parties because he doesn’t want to take you to another one and have this happen again

*ZEN:

               -HE WAS IN A MOTORCYCLE GANG YOU CAN PRY THE THOUGHT THAT HE’S NEVER DONE DRUGS OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS

               -When stored correctly in an airtight baggy or pill bottle in the correct conditions, it’s possible to preserve ecstasy pills for /years/ at a time.

               -Cue spring cleaning when the two of you are going through old boxes and clothing and you find this small bag full of smiley face shaped things. They looked like shaped sweettarts and those are the type of candies that you eat when you find them, you never go out of your way to get them yourself, so you thought why not. Though it wasn’t sour, it was just really bitter and nasty and there was no way you were going to eat another one

               -But when Zen came in to check on you after finishing his own portion of cleaning, he found you chewing the fabric of your shirt. Why were you chewing your shirt? Were you hungry? Were you focusing? Did you need him to get you some gum??? Stop doing that!!!!

               -When you noticed him come into the room, your face immediately lit up. You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, and you started to welcome him into the room. But welcoming him turned into talking about his clothes. Talking about his clothes led to talking to him about the room. Talking about the room led to talking about him. And talking about him led to a 10 minute long ramble that consisted of repeating “I love you so much” and telling him how gorgeous he was.

               -Of course, that was a favourite topic amongst the two of you normally, but you just seemed… off this time. You seemed… /too/ excited to talk about him. Too in love. Too…. happy

               -He sat down in front of you to take a good look at your eyes and read your actions. You smiled at him all over again and the very second you touched his face he /knew/ what had happened.

               -“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT. MC. RIGHT NOW. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT.” “Zenny~ Get what? Why are you yelling? Oh! Are we cheering? I can cheer! YAY ZEN YA-” “No no, sweetheart, sit down, please.”

               -After fighting to get you to show him what you took, he was mortified. E-ecstasy? Where did you get that? It was his? When did he have this? HOW LONG AGO DID HE CLEAN OUT HIS CLOSET?

               -He got you a styrofoam cup full of water, he knew at some point you were going to be thirsty, /and/ need to chew on something. He didn’t want you to chew on your clothes anymore, nor did he want you to accidently bite your tongue;;

               -For once he’s silent the rest of the day, making sure you’ve got something to chew on, listening to you ramble on and on about how nice the house is and how amazing you thought he was. Definitely made sure to get rid of that baggy… and go through a few other boxes from him gang days to make sure there was nothing else in there. Definitely lectures you on eating things you randomly find in old boxes among other things;

*JAEHEE:

               -MC who in the world thinks accepting any sort of offer in a bathroom is okay??

               -You get offered some chocolate in the bathroom, most people would immediately decline. Who.. who accepts that? MC? Why?

               -You noticed it tasted a little gross but you didn’t want to be rude and spit it out in front of the people offering it to you, so you finished the piece and made your way back to the dinner table where Jaehee was waiting.

               -She was a little concerned when she could smell the drug, but she didn’t think you did anything of the sort, and chalked it up to be someone near your table.

               -However, once your eyes started to turn a little red and glazed over, she decided that you must have truly taken the drug, and paid the bill as quickly as possible so she could get you home.

               -On the walk home was when it really kicked in. You kept telling her how soft her hands were, because you couldn’t remember that you had just told her the exact same thing, word for word.

               -You stumbled a little when you walked and kept trying to sit in the middle of the sidewalk because your legs felt like jelly.

               -At one point you started to cry because you weren’t sure why in the world anyone would drop their half eaten pretzel on the ground and leave it there, where even birds couldn’t reach it to eat. She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you sounded, though she was still extremely angry that you had taken drugs on your date??

               -Once she got you home and you sat down, she watched as your head would dip down before you snapped it right back up to look at her. Apparently you kept blacking out in the matter of seconds before you woke back up and she wanted you to just lay down and sleep.

               -Figured it couldn’t hurt to ask you just what happened back at the restaurant. You told her about the people in the bathroom who offered you some of their chocolate and you kept giggling because you couldn’t believe someone would be nice enough to just offer some chocolate to a stranger in the bathroom. That’s when it clicked that you had no idea what was hiding within the sweet.

               -Made you sleep it off the rest of the night. You better believe you’re getting one of the biggest, emotion-filled lectures of your life the moment you wake up because she needs to tell you about the dangers of just blindly taking ANYTHING from strangers??? And she also had to explain to you what you had even done? And what was in the chocolate you decided to eat. Momma Jaehee, scolding you 2kforever.

*JUMIN:

               -Being his s/o can be dangerous and let me explain why for just a second

               -Of course, being the s/o of someone as popular (and handsome.. and rich… and powerful..) as Jumin Han, there is not only a lot of attention thrown your way, but there’s always someone who gets jealous (whether of you or of him)

               -So, you always have to be on your toes because you never know what might happen, or what someone might do to you. Of course you have bodyguards but sometimes they can slip up as well.

               -Like, not noticing that someone had slipped something into your drink?

               -Normally, Jumin watches you and your surroundings like a hawk because he’s always concerned for you, but this time even he was distracted talking business with a potential new client and didn’t see it happen.

               -Luckily for the two of you, you had left the party early to head home, but on the way there, whatever you had drank started to kick in.

               -Your legs gave out right before you passed the doorway and he caught you just in time. Completely distraught, and carried you quickly to the couch. Tried to ask you what was wrong, but you couldn’t get the words out of your mouth, all it ended up sounding like was one large mumble. You seemed to struggle to move your limbs until you couldn’t anymore.

               -Immediately called a doctor to make a house visit. He didn’t care how late it was, he’d pay whatever he had to, so long as he could find out what was happening to you. And after the doctors analysis, it was obvious that someone had tried to slip you a Rohypnol without you realizing it, and he was glad he brought you home before anything else had happened.

               -Not only does he increase his security in general, but he assigns a specific body guard to watch your drinks the next time the two of you went out as well as one to stay close by you at all times at said parties.

               -Stays next to you the whole time, never sleeping until you’re able to come to. He blames himself the whole time and cannot help but think of every possible scenario that could have happened to you that night. He knows it isn’t your fault, but he’s still just so worried about you. He’s never been more stressed.

               -He promises to take care of you better from then on. He would never let anyone hurt you again, no matter what it took. The two of you have to hold each other in reassurance (obviously whenever you’re feeling alright and are okay with it, he understands that it’s a scary occurrence and realizes it’s quite possible for you to be jumpy and not want to be touched for a large amount of time afterwards)

*SAEYOUNG:

               -You can’t tell me he doesn’t have various drugs he uses as weapons on missions, you just can’t.

               -He tells you to stay out of the room where he keeps his equipment, but do you listen? Yeah usually

               -But you felt bad that Vanderwood was the one who always had to clean everything, so you decided you would help out and clean a few rooms! His equipment room being one of them.

               -Now, Saeyoung is known to leave food around. Everywhere. And I mean, any type of food as well. Half empty chip bags, week old slices of pizza, a slice of lasagna you made three weeks ago- that’s disgusting Saeyoung.

               -So coming across something that looks almost candy like isn’t really uncommon in your household. Though, whatever you just picked up and decided to throw in your mouth was not… your best decision.

               -A while later, you managed to stumble into the room where Saeyoung was sitting, typing away at his computer. You kept trying to talk but all your words stumbled and you couldn’t think straight. You kept stumbling and felt your knees getting weak. He looked over right as you fell to the ground and he’s never run over to you faster in his life

               -So concerned, he kept asking what was wrong and watched you try to talk, but not only was your mouth unable to move, your body went limp. He recognized the symptoms immediately and called out to Vanderwood to come help the two of you

               -He laid you in bed and got you some water and just tried to get you to sleep- there was no other way to get it out of your system but wait it out

               -Vanderwood came in with a judgmental look on their face, “Did they really just take some random thing they found? Why do you have these lying around, Seven?”

               -When you finally came to, he was so relieved and was constantly apologizing before a switch flipped and he started to scold you. What would possess you to just.. eat something you found? What do you mean it looked like candy? He doesn’t leave food around! Okay.. yes he does.. but really, MC! Why were you in his equipment room? W-why were you turning this around on him? He has that Rohypnol for missions! You could just ask Vanderwood!

               -Vanderwood admits to slipping them to Seven sometimes when they’re done dealing with him, how rude.

*JIHYUN:

               -‘Jihyun would never do drugs!’ -you, probably, at me. Me, at you, dear reader: ‘Rip the thought of it out of my cold, dead hands’

               -Sometimes he just has to calm down, the poor dude has dealt with so much shit and just needs a little help to clear his mind and the tobacco pipe just doesn’t always help.

               -Surprisingly likes sour candy! So he gets some infused sour peach rings and they’re his favourites.

               -But he neglected to tell you that they were infused?? And that you probably shouldn’t eat them?? Nor should you eat more than a few…

               -So when he came home to find you laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to count how many times the fan spun around, he figured pretty quickly that you had gotten into his candy and he sighed

               -He laid down next to you on the ground, watching the fan as well while he asked you what you had eaten to confirm his suspicions. When you told him you had some peach rings, he couldn’t stop the soft laugh that came out afterwards

               -Totally eats a few as well so the two of you can just relax and practically melt into the floor

               -You couldn’t stop talking. Anything and everything that came to your mind came out of your mouth. It was slow and thought out, but still came out. Every word was like heaven to his ears and he felt like he could just float along with your voice

               -The two of you just talk and speculate about the future, about the past, sometimes the two of you come up with extremely odd (but funny) thoughts about the rest of your friends

               -You kept running your hand through his hair and kept telling him just how amazingly soft it felt and he could just tell that you had way more than he had. He had to remember to lecture you not to eat every kind of candy you find.

               -Or… to at least not eat as much as you did. And definitely not do it alone

*SAERAN (or… Ray *insert the eye emoji here*):

               -“MC, here, I made this specially for you.”

               -In the bottle was a bright, blue, sweet smelling liquid. You didn’t know what it was, exactly, but it was obviously very odd.

               -You took the bottle. Ray hasn’t given you any sort of bad vibe or reason to not trust him the whole time you’ve been here. Though, he kept telling you that steps had to be taken to allow you to stay there, with him, for as long as you’d like.

               -“MC,” he started, gently wrapping his hand around your own that held the bottle, “Please. Don’t you trust me? I care about you a lot..” his voice dropped off as he looked from your eyes to the ground.

               -After a deep breath, you broke away from his grip to bring the bottle to your lips. In one fluid motion, you let the sweet tasting liquid run down the back of your throat. It burned a bit going down, but immediately numbed afterwards.

               -You met his eyes, as his face lit up with joy. Eyes started to sparkle, and his smile grew bigger than you’ve seen it the past few days

               -He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to plant a small kiss on your knuckles as he waited for the elixir to kick in. He watched, as you started to lightly shake and threw your hands to your head, holding it and squeezing your eyes shut.

               -Your head started to pound as the room began to spin. Your eyes started to water uncontrollably and you couldn’t make sense of any of your surroundings. Sounds mixed together and seems to scream in your ears. Your breath hitched in your throat and you started to gasp for air.

               -Ray buried his hand into the hair at the back of your head, pulling you close to his chest

               -He placed a small kiss to the top of your head, smirking against your hair softly

               -“You aren’t leaving me, MC.”


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Rule #1 - Taeyong x Reader - HighSchool!AU

Requested by: @aesthedick-cheol , sorry for the delay and i hope you and your friend enjoy the request! <3

Word Count: 1381

Trigger Warning: Possibly offensive language, Hints at bullying

Genre: HighSchool!AU, Angst, Semi-fluff


If you wanted a clean reputation at your high school, all you had to do was stay clear of Lee Taeyong.

It was a simple step, the one and only rule to follow.

You still managed to screw that up, but you were not complaining.

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She Raped Him
  • It was getting to be that time of the month again. You were starting to feel that urge again. The urge to prowl. Like that ravenous appetite that arises in a werewolf every full moon, so did you feel this lust budding in your thighs and breasts, getting hungry for another victim.
  • You had experimented at first. Drugging your victims the first few times. You had convinced your cousin that dabbled in drugs to get you some of that " date-rape" drug. Guys were easy to manipulate with a little cleavage and flirting. You justified it because you told yourself that they deserved it.... Jerks that preyed on other girls with one night stands and such.
  • Nevertheless, you were stilled scared the first time you did it.
  • A motionless male passed out on the bed. You would pull down his jeans just enough to expose his ass. You toyed with him, teased him as he laid there on his stomach passed out.
  • And then you gave it to him. Even though he didn't say no, it was still rape. But it was exhilarating beyond compare. The strapon being shoved in and out of his ass gave wonderful orgasms to you. With each thrust, the resistance would force the strapon back against your throbbing pussy. It was so wonderful, you had to be careful that you didn't pass out too after your orgasmic explosion.
  • You thought it was funny that they would wake up the next day with a sore bottom, not knowing where it came from or what happened.
  • After a few victims, you were looking for something more adventurous. You wanted to find a real victim, you wanted an awake victim, but you feared getting in over your head. What would it be like to actually rape a man?
  • The thought of it made you wet. You had your strapon underneath your yoga pants and you started stroking it fantasizing about it, looking at the calendar with Halloween circled. You were going to a party. Those were always the best places to find unsuspecting victims.
  • You showed up at the party very fashionably late. The later the better, the guys would be drunk by then anyway. You were dressed as leopard. You had a dark brown tight leopard print camisole. Your black bra straps exposed as well as your generous cleavage. You had black kitten ears on your head. You drew small whiskers on your face with black eyeliner. You were wearing dark brown matching leopard print yoga pants, that went down to your ankles. And you also had a ballet dancers dark brown skirt. This was to conceal your hard on underneath, your strapon tucked snugged into your yoga pants.
  • You caught the eyes of many men and you jokingly growled at them. You prowled the party looking for him. Then you saw one. He was filling people's cups of beer at the keg. He hit on every girl , and would pinch their ass or lift their skirt up after they got the beer. He embarrassed every girl that came by. What a jerk. You were plotting your move observing quietly from afar.
  • "Hey , how are you?"
  • Caught off guard , a guy came up.
  • "Nice costume."
  • "Oh.... oh yeah thanks. and uh... where's your costume..."
  • "oh, I couldn't decide, I just didn't know if I was coming."
  • Yeah.. I decide to come last minute..." your eye still on the keg guy.
  • "I know this sounds cheesy, but I think we've met before.." shyly asking
  • "Oh... I'm sorry "... you reply
  • ".... Uh ... I think I fixed your computer .. at the uh... Best Buy ..." he said
  • You respond " oh yeah... Idid get my computer fixed ... wow you got a good memory.. "
  • He grins and replies" I remembered because you were really pretty... and uh oh I didn't mean that... "
  • You switched your attention to him . He was blushing. He was obviously very nervous and shy. You hadn't noticed at first, but he was dressed very smartly and was kind of cute.., for a shy tech nerd...
  • He had a dark green button down, dark black jeans, leather dark brown ankle boots and matching belt. And he had a classic polo dark blue jacket on. His cologne even smelled good.
  • You smiled as he fumbled over his words.
  • You look back at the keg guy and he was gone.. You whisper damn! ... as you look to see where he went..
  • " Is everything... ok..? " he asks
  • You turn your attention away from the keg guy and reply. " yeah... yeah, uh.. I just looked at the line to the bathroom and it's all the way back to the kitchen. "
  • He says " Hey I've been here before, there's a private bathroom in a bedroom at back of house. The bedroom door is locked, but I use it and no one knows about it...
  • Want me to show you?"
  • "Oh sure .. that would be great.. "
  • You follow him back to the bedroom, and you actually started checking his butt out and it looked nice. He was skinny enough, he probably had those cute dimples on his butt. You quickly check yourself and tell yourself nooo , he's too nice.
  • He unlocked the door and y'all both go inside.
  • He walks back to the bathroom and turns light on and says here it is, and he walks back. You go inside and go to bathroom.
  • As you exit, he is leaning on a dresser.
  • The outside noise and music is booming. You say "it's kind of nice to get away from the music and noise." And you lean against dresser next to him.
  • As your hand is on the dresser, you feel his hand touch yours... it's quiet ... you look down and kind of smile.
  • He says, "you're the prettiest girl here and you're way out of my league, but if you leave and I don't ask, I will
  • always regret... cuz I'm always .. too shy.... but I have to ask , may I kiss you. ?
  • You look at him, you are still grinning.. and he is blushing red. You think that is very sweet and cute, and what harm can it be..
  • You say, "since he asked so nicely, , yes you may"
  • He leans closer in and says close your eyes, and you do.
  • Then as you are expecting to feel his lips on yours, you feel his breath on your cheek. His cheek is up to yours but not touching, but you feel him. He gently , so softly, brushes his dry lips against your cheek, his breath on your ear. , he continues to dry kiss your cheek, and it's
  • totally unexpected, but you start to get butterflies in your stomach and it's the most sensual kiss ever...and you begin to really enjoy it and he continues it for it seems like forever... and you feel like you've had a spell cast on you ...
  • Then his hand comes up to your cheek, cusps your cheek so gently and warmly and his lips move to your lips and then they touch, and he gently brushes his lips against yours... you are enthralled... lips tickling ever so slightly.. And then he moves in front of you. But you don't even realize it. His hand goes to the back of your neck, his fingers go up into your hair and he presses his lips against yours
  • Both of your lips smush together and what was once dry, slowly becomes wet. Your breath starts to stutter a bit.. and then he moves in closer and both of his hands wrap around you and he pulls you in.
  • And then you feel it.. He feels it
  • Your shaft is pressing against his thigh
  • your eyes open just as his does
  • he pulls his lips away, his head draws back
  • Then you do t know what comes over you, you grab him
  • You grab his face with both your hands
  • And pull his face back in, and you begin kissing him
  • You drive your tongue into his mouth
  • You pull him in
  • But as his arms were warmly around you before, they are coldly pressed against your hips, stale not moving
  • His neck is tight, as you swirl your tongue in his mouth , you feel he tries to withdraw his head
  • But you pull him in even more
  • Your tongue swirling all over his tongue
  • Your hand drops down to his ass and you squeeze it pulling him in, you feel your shaft press into your body.
  • But he presses his hands gently against you, letting you know he wants to pull back
  • You stop kissing and realesse his head, he's panting for air.
  • You step out and twirl him around against the dresser .
  • His eyes widen.
  • You grab his head with both hands and you begin to run your tongue all over his mouth . You are forcing your tongue into all of his mouth, in and out...
  • His hands on your shoulders trying to push you away.
  • You press harder. Your body against his, your tongue in his mouth.
  • His back arches as he tries to get his head away from your tongue.
  • As he arches back, he begins to slide down against the dresser. As he slides down, you feel your fake cock pressed against his body and against yours. You feel your erection . You release your tongue , from his mouth, and your hands aid him in sliding down. Then you put your hands on his his shoulders and push him down until he is almost on his knees , his head right in front of your crotch . You press your hips against his face. His face gets lost in the ruffles of your skirt.
  • But you feel your cock pressed against his face.
  • You look into the dresser mirror, you feel guilty at first. He's such a nice guy, but you see his head in your crotch and it invigorates your animal passion even more, you grit your teeth and purr into the mirror. As your hands hold his face against your strapon bulge, you pull your skirt away and throw it. You reach into your yoga pants and you pull your cock out and force it against his face .
  • A real looking cock with a head and throbbing veins. And it's big. His eyes grow wide.
  • You press the shaft pressed up against his face.
  • His hands pressing against your thighs . Your black stretch panties below the strapon and the words escape your mouth.... "Suck it!" You put the head of your cock on his lips... "Suck it!!" His lips are sealed shut... He's mumbling mmmpphh... One hand holding the shaft, a fist wrapped around it, the other hand holding the back of his head.. Your hand slips to his nose to pinch it closed. He tries to wriggle away... Then he gasps for air... And you immediately shove the head and shaft of your cock into his cute little mouth.
  • His eyes wide open. You thrust. You thrust so hard, it jams his head against the dresser. The entire shaft goes into his mouth. So far, His mouth pressed against your panties.
  • You slowly withdraw.
  • You say suck it again and ram your large cock in his mouth. The cock slams against the back of his throat, conversely ramming it against your soft pussy. You fist grab it again and you
  • You press it against his cheek to watch your head bulge against his cheek. He's is trying to get away and push you, he's gagging and mmpphhing... It's turning you on so much. Holding your cock in your fist and spanking his face with it and jamming it in his mouth, and ramming it against his cheeks.
  • He finally squirms away , he's on his hands and knees and coughing and gagging.
  • That's it, he's it. He's the one. Tonight's the night.
  • You're going to rape him.
  • Your heart is pounding. Your teeth are clinched. Your pussy is on fire and your cock is in your hand and you even feel like you have an erection.
  • You pull your yoga pants off , you pull your leopard shirt off. You stand there in your black bra and panties. Your kitten ears on your head. Cat woman, strong and fit and muscular. He finally starts trying to get up.
  • He exclaims WTF!! He stands up, you backhand him. He falls on the bed. He has a scared look in his eyes now. He begins to crawl away across the bed.
  • You jump on him.
  • You reach around his waist and undo his belt, you undo his button and zippers.
  • You begin to pull his jeans down. But he is holding them on . You yank on them and they pull down.
  • You yank his shoes off, next his pants. He's clawing to get away.
  • Your cock is swinging in the air .
  • He's wearing tight black boy shorts. He has a perfect ass. you slap it and grab it.
  • He's trying to pull his underwear up, but you kneel behind him you begin to squeeze his ass through his soft spandex athletic boy shorts. You rub your cock against his underwear, in between his ass cheeks.
  • He looks behind him.... "no... what what are you doing!!!"
  • as he's looking, as he's trying to crawl away, you put your fingers in the waistband of his underwear and you yank them down below his ass.
  • His nice little ass, .
  • You put your knees in between his. You spread his legs.
  • You grab his hips and pull them up in the air.
  • You grab your cock with your fist and you put it right between his ass cheeks. He looks up, right into the dresser mirror. Looking at you behind him. In your bra .
  • He shakes his head, please no... he begs
  • then you insert the tip of the head.
  • His eyes widen
  • You force it in
  • His eyes widen
  • You begin to push
  • His fists clinch the bedsheets
  • Then
  • You do it
  • You take him
  • You rape him
  • You thrust your cock all the way in
  • You hear him gulp a big breath of air, his back arches , an electric rush shivers your whole body
  • Your fingers claw his hips
  • You withdraw
  • and bam you thrust hard again
  • and again
  • and again
  • And again
  • The force slams each thrust into his ass and against your clit.
  • You slam so hard, it knocks him forward.
  • You fall on him
  • Laying on him
  • You wrap your arm around his neck
  • You bite his ear
  • And you even growl
  • As you rhythmically pump your cock into ass
  • You just started, but you are already about to orgasm
  • Each thrust sends shock waves into your pussy
  • You begin to release high pitched moans
  • You begin to squeeze your arm around his neck even more, his hands are trying to pry your arm away as you continue to thrust harder and harder
  • And then you can't hold it anymore
  • Your pussy explodes, you can't even thrust anymore
  • You orgasm like never before your wet juices are exploding all between your legs.
  • You are quivering...
  • Your begin to release him
  • You convulse
  • You go limp on his body
  • You look into the mirror and he rolls you off your body
  • you roll over and lay prostrate on the bed.
  • Your erect cock pointing straight up.
  • You are spent.
  • Then you see him pulling off his underwear, he crawls back in bed..... and then you notice... he's fully erect...
  • it dawns on you... you came so fast... he didn't...
  • Then ... He begins to climb on top
  • He... oh shit... he straddles you
  • He grabs his stiff cock with his fist, and he lays it on your face... He says Suck it! Your eyes go big....and he jams it in ..... mmmpphhhh....
like real people do (daddy issues ch. 7)

Originally posted by -voddeke-

Originally posted by michael-sofar

isaac has a nightmare about his dad. when shaking him and yelling his name doesn’t work, naomi comes up with a very creative way to wake him up. 

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anonymous asked:

Heya! Just found your blog and I love it! I was wondering I could get scenarios for Bakugou, Shinsou, Deku, Kirishima, and/or Tamaki reacting to their s/o telling them they're pregnant? I love pregnancy reveals and such. It's such a sweet moment when a man realizes for the first time that he's gonna be a father. I myself long for the day when I can tell my lover "I'm pregnant" (You don't have to do all five of them bc I realize that may be a lot so at least do Bakugou and Shinsou plz) Thank you♡

idk if it’s because I’m still young but I feel terrified thinking about the day I might have kids :D

Bakugou

“Don’t eat so much!“ He thought she was acting strange ever since that guy brought the pizza. She was so happy when she opened the pizza box while still standing in the hallway and stuffed her face before sitting. He didn’t say anything because it wasn’t his problem where or how much she ate but this time he just had to say something.

“Shut up! I have to feed two people.“

“If you continue like this I won’t be surprised if you double.“

“No you idiot! Didn’t you get it?“

Bakugou was so confused and irritated. “And what the fuck is the thing I don’t get?“

She rolled her eyes feeling angry because all she wanted was to eat the stupid pizza. “I’m pregnant.“ She continued eating like nothing happened but Bakugou dropped his slice and stared at her with eyes wide open.

“What?“ He just couldn’t say anything more.

“Are you playing deaf now?“ He was still unable to speak or react. Suddenly she put the slice down and looked at him with teary eyes. “You won’t leave me, right?“

“There ain’t no way in hell I’m leaving you!“ She was about to cry so he pulled her closer for a hug. It was definitely going to be a rough ride with all those sudden changes in her emotions but there was nothing the great Bakugou couldn’t handle and parenting wasn’t an exception.

Shinsou

The innocent kiss he gave her gradually turned into hot and messy make out session on the couch. He was really getting into it and began sliding his hand up to unclip her bra. Without any warning she pulled away and he gave her a questioning look. This happened as well yesterday. She wasn’t on her period so he had no idea what was going on.

“Hey I won’t force you into doing it but if there is a problem we should talk about it.“ She didn’t say anything. “If I’m doing something wrong you need to tell me.“ She shook her head. “Then what is it?“

“Well it’s just that..“

“Yes?“

“We might hurt the baby.” This took him by surprise. He needed a minute to assimilate what she just told him. She was looking at him expecting some kind of reaction which took a while. He leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Then I’ll take extra care for the two of you from now on.“

Izuku

When Izuku came home she was preparing dinner and it smelled so good. He couldn’t wait to eat from the delicious meals she was making after such hard and exhausting day at work.

“You’re not overworking, right?“

“No but lately I’ve been so busy and tired after all this work.“

“That’s the very definition of overworking.“ She placed the dinner on the table and looked at him. He really could use a rest but he probably won’t be able to get it this time around. “Izuku can you make some space in your busy schedule for the next few years?“

Izuku’s face suddenly changed as he began to apologize without even taking a pause to catch his breath. “It’s because I’m not giving you enough attention and I’m rarely home, isn’t it? I’m so sorry. I promise to make it up to you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.“

“No. Actually I’m pregnant.“

“Eh?“ Izuku’s burst of words stopped just as suddenly as it began. “You mean we’ll have a baby?“

“Yes.“

His face brightened and he jumped from his chair to kiss her, feeling his heart warm up with happiness.

Kirishima

She couldn’t believe it but he choose the less manliest movie to watch tonight. It was one of those romantic movies in which the main characters fall in love with each other and at the end of the movie they kiss. She had a dreamy look in her eyes and turned towards Kirishima.

“It’s so sweet. And they are just starting their relationship.“

“Yeah babe! We’re like their superiors, right?“

She laughed. “Quite superior I’d say.“

“Nah, not so much.“

“They still don’t have a baby.“

“But we don’t have as well.“

“Not for long.“

“What do you want to say?“

She laughed at his confusion. “I’m pregnant.“ Kirishima’s confusion faded right away and he looked so happy having a big bright smile on his face.

“For real?“

“Yep.“ He gave her an eskimo kiss before pulling her into a tight hug and placing one of his hands on her belly.

Tamaki

He didn’t like the sounds coming from the bathroom. Was she thowing up? What was he asking? Of course she was. She didn’t seem alright from the moment she woke up and rushed in the bathroom and he just stood in front of the door holding a glass of water and some pill waiting for her to come out. When the door opened he felt the panic multiplying. She saw how worried he was so she tried to calm him down.

“Don’t worry. That’s normal.“

That was definitely not normal! “You should drink this.“

“Seriously. I don’t have to.“

“But what if you’re sick?“

“I’m not sick.“

“But how can you be sure? Please drink it.“ He was really worried but he was starting to get on her nerves.

“There’s no need for this.“

“But…but you should…“

“God damn it! Something might happen to the baby.“ Tamaki just stared blankly into the distance. “I didn’t want to tell you like this.“ Suddenly his anxiety level reached its peak. “Tamaki look at me.” She cupped his face and forced him to look her in the eyes. “Just breath in and out slowly. Are you feeling better?” He nodded. Tamaki came to the realization that he was going to be a father. He felt so nervous but the thought of it made him smile.

anonymous asked:

I think my thing with age gap is that, if the two people had a close relationship when one of them was a kid and the other one wasn't....I struggle with that. Just the idea of Kakshi watching her slowly grow into a woman and then one day realizing he is attracted to her after a certain point, I cannot. I'm convinced a part of him would always see her as a child to him. If it's AU where they meet as adults I don't mind though. Their hair color compliments somehow...

You know, it’s totally ok that it squicks you! It’s completely alright if you want to say “I only like KakaSaku in AUs where they meet as adults” (or in AUs where they’re the same age).

Personally, I actually like the appeal of “whoa I thought our relationship was X but now suddenly I want it to be Y” in ships, that’s a major theme in my OTPs across many fandoms. For one thing, that’s built-in drama. Person A wants the relationship to change, but Person B isn’t sure, and then Person B suddenly realizes it but Person A has gone away, Person B you must chase Person A down! EXCITEMENT. Also: external opposition? Taboo?? I MUST HIDE MY FEELINGS AND PINE SECRETLY FOR LO, MY LOVE CAN NEVER BE??? 😍😍😍

Specifically with Kakashi and Sakura, a big reason why I ship them is that while genin Sakura certainly does intend to respect and obey him and view him as an authority figure (because she’s a Good Girl), right from the get-go she doesn’t really. Inner Sakura (her true feelings) laughs at Naruto’s prank, and she’s appalled at his lateness and trolling. The entire time she’s a genin, I’m convinced that Kakashi never truly registered her potential. The most frequently cited example of this, because it really is appalling, is when Sakura mastered tree walking the first try–#1, Kakashi merely uses her accomplishment to ridicule and shame the boys, turning them against Sakura (teamwork, Kakashi??? hello???); #2, her “reward” is to sit on the bridge with Tazuna while Kakashi trains the boys without her. Nice. And during the time skip, it’s fairly obvious that Kakashi and Sakura didn’t interact–otherwise Kakashi wouldn’t have been so completely gobsmacked at her unleashing the Fifth’s strength. He wasn’t merely surprised, he was stunned.

The inference that he thought Sakura completely incapable of learning Tsunade’s techniques so fast is inescapable. He knew she was training with Tsunade, so Sakura using Tsunade’s technique shouldn’t have shocked him so much, right? Yet it did. Because he completely discounted Sakura’s ability.

That’s slow to change as well. Even though Sakura’s fight against Sasori was far more successful than Kakashi and Naruto’s against Itachi and Deidara, even though Sakura is spending every moment of her free time researching and begs him in the hospital to help find a way to improve, does Kakashi bother to come up with a training regimen for Sakura? Nope. He and Yamato train Naruto alone, and they get Asuma involved as well.

Now, to a huge extent, to me, this is just a symptom of what should have been an overarching problem in the series: short-term thinking. It is completely natural that short-term thinking would be ubiquitous in a society undergoing constant warfare and violence. But short-term thinking causes problems, and when those problems are attacked with more short-term thinking, things can turn to shit so fucking quickly. Each of Kakashi’s decisions to prioritize Naruto and Sasuke so exclusively make sense through a short-term focus. His decision to teach Sasuke the chidori to fight Gaara makes sense through a short-term focus. It’s only when you step back and look at the pattern that you realize how fucked up these decisions are.

So when does Kakashi start to realize how wrong he’s been? In my opinion, it all comes home to him during the Five Kage Conference and his fight with Sasuke–a fight that prominently features the chidori that Kakashi is responsible for choosing to teach Sasuke. Kakashi says right out in this arc that he was a bad teacher. He is correct.

It’s the Fourth War when I see him really changing his view towards Sakura, and realizing just how much this wonderful, amazing, strong kunoichi isn’t the Sakura he thought he knew. But there’s a snag. She’s still all hung up on the guy  who literally everybody treated as more important than her safety from day one! Oops!

Originally posted by mittdwmrl

DAT CHEEK BRUSH THO.

And we haven’t even gotten into all the things that Sakura doesn’t know about Kakashi! So yeah the stage is set for amazing things, potentially, but this is Naruto so we don’t get nice things. But who cares, really? I mean, fuck, I ship all the canon ships except SS, so just take it from me: you do not want your Naruto ship to be canon. My God! You want Kishimoto writing your OTP?! You want Studio Pierrot writing it?!?! I ship NaruHina and I’ll never be the same. Don’t do that to them. Keep them in fandom, where they’re safe from the shitstorm that is the rest of post-699 Naruto.

*coughs* I seem to have run off the rails, anon, sorry about that. Onto your last point.

I am convinced that a not insignficant portion of Sakura’s shippability is her colour scheme. You wouldn’t think pink hair and green eyes would blend so well, but for some reason it really does? She just looks good with everyone!

anonymous asked:

I'm currently having a dilemma were I feel like I'm "too late" to cosplay. As if, everyone who is already cosplaying has mastered it and become presentable, where as I'm just starting out and don't even light a candle to most of the crowd. I really adore everyones craftsmanship, and it's an incredible hobby to be apart of. But no matter how many tutorials I see I feel like I simply don't have the skill/talent to put together a cosplay, or as if I can't be a beginner. Has anyone been thru this?

Hello there!

Sorry that you feel that way about cosplay. It should be something fun, but if you feel inadequate, that can take away from it.

Know that it’s perfectly okay to be a beginner. Cosplay is a growing hobby, and people are getting into it all the time. There’s no shame in being new! I’d guess that the cosplayers who are relatively new at a con probably vastly outnumber those who have been doing it for 5+ years (who outnumber those of us who have been doing it 10+ years, etc.). Just remember that there’s a reason why you see so many “cosplay 101″ panels at cons, and why help sites like this one can exist: because so many people are getting into the hobby or looking for ways to get into the hobby that this kind of thing can be sustained.

The thing about skill is that it’s something that comes with practice. No one is amazing at something on their first try. It takes time and experience to get good at something, and it’s hard work. You can’t compare yourself to someone who has been cosplaying for a number of years and has more skills and more resources than you. Only compare yourself to your previous self. Did you learn how to make a new type of clothing, even if it’s not perfect? Great! Your next version will be better. Did you have a problem with something and it didn’t turn out? That can be discouraging, but you learned something from it, and now you can apply that knowledge to future projects. Reading tutorials will only get you so far. You have to actually do things.

Also, there’s no shame in starting small. You want to get into cosplay but can only do minimal sewing? Modify pre-made garments. This can also help you learn how things are constructed. Make simple outfits to begin with. Most complex costumes are just lots of simpler sewing techniques put together, and while this takes time to do, it can help to think of a more complex outfit as smaller pieces rather than as a big complex whole. Your first cosplay doesn’t have to be (and shouldn’t be!) a super elaborate hand-beaded Sakizou design, for example, or a full suit of armor. Learning how to make simple things so that they fit well and have clean construction will be much more useful and much more impressive in terms of construction than trying to tackle something far outside your skill level.

It also helps to take things slowly and set reasonable goals. Say you want to make a whole costume in a year. Set a goal so that you make the skirt one month, the bloomers another month, the top another month, and the accessories another month. Take your time with the items, and remake them if needed. Break down each piece into even smaller pieces – make your goal for that week to learn to sew a zipper, or learn to sew elastic, and then work your way up to the more complex princess seams on the top, and then the more complex boning in the top, and then the most complex item, such as a small bit of embroidery. Make mockups and practice pieces (I /still/ make practice pieces for new techniques) so that you can do the technique a few times before doing the final piece. Learning skills in small, manageable chunks will make it less overwhelming, and you’ll learn how to put things together in a practical way that can then be applied to a more complex outfit next time.

You can also enter a contest that has a beginner skill division. Ask for advice from the judges on how to improve. Attend a con in normal clothes or a storebought costume and see how you feel about that. Take some of the pressure off, and refocus a bit on other aspects of cosplay before tackling a project.

Also, keep in mind that a lot of what you see online and the viral images you see of cosplays are the “best” images – the most impressive construction, the best photography, and any “flaws” are often hidden in creative photography or photoshopped out, etc. (Of course, “best” is super subjective here, and there is no “best” way to cosplay, hence the quotes, but I think my meaning is clear.) The average cosplay at a con doesn’t look like that, certainly not while walking around the floor, and there are a lot of beginners around, or people who cosplay for reasons other than the construction, and there is nothing wrong with that. I’d actually recommend looking at con coverage photos and videos, or digging through the tags for local cons. You’ll often see photos here that are hall shots (not staged photoshoots), usually taken by fans of the series because they like the character, not because the cosplayer looks like they just stepped off a movie set. Look at photos and videos of crowds and gatherings. You’ll see a lot of cosplayers there of all skill levels – you’ll fit right in no matter what your costume looks like. 

And hey, a lot of attendees will see your costume and be amazed by it even if you only see flaws! People are often just excited to see their favorite characters, or don’t notice all of the tiny things that went “wrong” that you might.  

It can be hard to deal with feeling of inadequacy, but you’ll get to the level of skill you want to be at faster than you think if you continue to work at it. Here’s the secret: a lot of artists (cosplayers included) are hardest on their own work. Even someone like me, who has been cosplaying for nearly 15 years, deals with these feelings. The secret to overcoming it is not to look at other people’s work (”this person is at a way higher level than I am and they just started!” or “I’ll never make anything that amazing!”), but to look at how far you’ve come, and what you are proud of in your own work. I’m a pretty practical person, so if I ever do feel that kind of inadequacy, I usually stop, identify where I can improve, and set out to do those specific things. Even then, you will see your flaws, while others will see your strengths. Learn to identify your strengths and appreciate them, and work on the things that you see as flaws. Know that no one can do everything perfectly, and learn to embrace that.

I mention my own experiences here because you sound like the kind of cosplayer I am. I’m the type who has the most fun with the construction aspect of it, and has fun trying to plan out and problem solve a cosplay, and then showing off all my hard work. Not everyone places as much personal importance on those aspects of the hobby, so this kind of advice doesn’t really apply to those who have different versions of fun. This answer isn’t meant to be a “you have to have good construction to be a good cosplayer” response, but since you specifically want advice on construction skill, I would guess that you’re the type who likes to make things.  

You’ll get there, but remember that you are always allowed to be at the skill level you are at. Always.  

Fabrickind / Q&A Staff

anonymous asked:

Oh my gosh, the newest ddadds post! Identity porn at it's finest! But, ouch, that could be really messy if they don't figure it out fast enough. Or funny, depending on how the react. Amanda and Lucien should find it hilarious, either way, if I'm reading the characters right.

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XDD Yeah, in case anyone hasn’t figured it out yet, I’m always a slut for identity porn :P

Anyways yeah, given the two of them had dated for quite a while (3-4 years at least) when they were in college, I don’t think it would take them too long to figure it out.

It starts off slow, with small things that are easy to overlook. 

When Damien falls into step so easily with the shorter MC, adjusting his pace without even having to think about it. 

When MC knows exactly how close Damien is to losing his temper from the tilt of his lips and the harshness of his hand gestures.

When they share subtle little inside jokes without even thinking about it, and the moment is over so fast and they’re moving onto other topics before either of them has enough time to realize that the other shouldn’t have understood what the joke was.

They can anticipate each other’s thoughts and gestures so easily- 

(”We were meant for each other!” Damien gushes to Mary one day. “It feels like I’ve known him for years and years!”)

-but it’s still just different enough that it neither of them get suspicious at first. Because people change so much in ten years, even when the most important parts stay the same.

MC ends up being the first one to figure it out.

It starts off innocuous enough.

MC is staring at Damien one day, marveling at how handsome he is. He absently reaches out to brush back a lock of Damien’s long, silky hair, and is amused to see a beauty mark dead center of his earlobe.

‘It’s like an earring,’ he thinks with amusement, only to stop short at how jarringly familiar that thought is.

Before he can remember what exactly is familiar about it, Damien lets out a confused little squeak, and MC turns to see the most endearingly befuddled expression on his face, his cheeks as red as cherries.

MC immediately forgets the strange thought as he leans in close and kisses Damien for the ‘first’ time.

The two start dating after that, and they’re perfectly happy for that first week.

Mary babysits Amanda and Lucien for them sometimes so they can go on dates.

MC tells Damien about his late husband, Alex, who had passed away two years prior.

And Damien tells MC about his first girlfriend - the sweetest girl he’d ever met, with eyes like forgetmenots and hair like a blazing fire; with arms as warm as a mother’s embrace and laughter like the most beautiful song. He tells MC how he’d thought he would marry her one day. Until he’d found out she’d been cheating on him for months.

MC stops short, because there’s something so painfully familiar about that story. Maybe something that had happened to a friend of his? But the ending doesn’t quite seem to fit right with the image he has in his head.

He tries so hard to remember why it’s so important, but he draws a blank.

In the end, he’s distracted by wandering fingers along his ribs, and breathless laughter as he tries to escape from the tickling.

And finally, the last piece falls into place the day he and Damien are watching a movie together in a dark living room, long after the kids have fallen to sleep.

MC notices that Damien just can’t seem to get comfortable, and when he asks wrong, Damien thinks for a long, long moment, as if he were deliberating a very important topic.

Finally, he explains in a quiet voice, “My binder is just bothering me a bit.”

It takes a moment for MC to process what he had said, and when he does, the reality of the situation finally sets in, and he sees the whole picture for the first time with a startling clarity.

He jumps back off the sofa as if he’d been stung, and falls to the floor with an ungraceful thump.

Damien, completely misunderstanding the reaction, looks like he’s about to cry.

Because he just knew this was coming. He just knew that sweet, beautiful, loving MC would leave him eventually, just like all the others had. It’s why he’d kept it a secret all this time.

“I’m sorry,” he sobs. “I know I should have told you sooner, but-”

“You knew?” asks MC, completely misunderstanding the situation. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

And is slightly confused, because obviously he knew he was trans. What kind of question is that?

He starts crying harder. “I’m sorry!” he sobs. “I was going to tell you! It’s just, so many of the men I’ve dated in the past have reacted badly when they found out I was trans and I was scared that-”

“What?” asks MC, confused. “I’m not upset about you being trans! So am I. What I-”

But Damien cuts him off, the tears immediately stopping.

“Wait, you’re trans too??” he asks.

And now they’re both confused as all hell.

Then, MC gasps.

“Holy shit, you don’t know…” he says.

Damien slowly shakes his head, wondering what it is he doesn’t know.

MC gets up and approaches him slowly, as if he’s a small, frightened animal.

He takes Damien’s hand gently in one of his own.

“You’re my Dahlia, aren’t you?” he asks.

And suddenly, Damien stops breathing as all the details fall into place, and he recognizes the man sitting in front of him.


It takes them several long hours to get things sorted after that.

They talk long into the night, about what had happened between them all those years ago. And by the time the sun has risen, they’ve laid all the bad blood to rest, and their relationship has come out the other side stronger than it ever was before.

They tell the story of their reunion to all their friends after that - it becomes one of those funny little anecdotes that everyone begs to hear at family gatherings and backyard barbecues, and they all laugh over the absurdity of it.

And despite how horribly confusing and messy it had been for the two of them, Damien and MC are always so grateful that they’d been lucky enough to get the opportunity to fall in love with each other all over again, and to sort out the horrible misunderstanding that had torn them apart in the first place.

A Cup of Coffee ' Lee Jihoon

anon requested: “Can you do an au about woozi having a crush on the reader and vice versa but both had to find out about their feelings towards each other through the reader’s homepage wallpaper. They would have known each other for a long time already but just didn’t want to lose their friendship bc they don’t know if it was mutual! It should have loads of fluff 😂🙏🏻🙏🏻”

  • okay to start this off
  • I think it’s safe to say that Jihoon is your best friend
  • you’ve known each other since high school
  • you’ve supported him before and after his debut
  • you were right beside him during his trainee years
  • the both of you have spent a lot of time together
  • made wonderful memories together
  • and have earned each other’s trust and have each other to lean towards to at hard times
  • you two were practically inseparable
  • and you were one of the few people who Jihoon has a soft spot for
  • “Jihoonie can we go get food?” You plead
  • “Aigoo. Not now. I'm working on something." Jihoon responds, not taking his eyes off the music sheets
  • "okay..” You respond softly as you sit back
  • without even 5 minutes passing
  • “Fine fine let’s go get food. Just stop acting cute.” He says as he exits the studio
  • you follow behind him with a smile of victory plastered on your face
  • you were also one of those few people who Jihoon wouldn't get mad at
  • “Aigoo~ our Jihoonie is so cute!" Svt members coo at him as they try pinching his cheek
  • "Fight me. I swear. Fight me." Jihoon would reply as he swat their hands away
  • "They’re not wrong. You are cute.” You smile sweetly at his direction
  • Jihoon would be blushing so hard after that
  • and the rest of the svt members would look at you as if you tamed a dragon
  • “Wahh..how did she..if we had continued, Jihoon woulve killed us.”
  • everything was fine with the both of you
  • beyond fine in fact
  • one problem tho
  • you fell for him
  • tbh after all the time you have spent together, who wouldn’t
  • falling for him wasn’t the only problem 
  • what would happen if you told him was another
  • yes the two of you built this whole relationship with an understanding and acceptance towards each other
  • but it scares you thinking that he might not feel the same way 
  • and your whole relationship with him might end
  • because Jihoon has always had this wall when it comes to his emotions ∙ rarely does he show them
  • so knowing whether he likes you or not is like jumping off a cliff with no safety gear on 
  • not knowing whether you’ll get hurt or not
  • and it’s really scary considering that you’re risking your whole relationship here
  • one wrong move and you could lose him
  • but the feeling of not knowing is practically killing you at this point
  • so you slowly start showing signs
  • like going to his studio 10 minutes before he does
  • and leaving a cup of coffee with a different note on it everyday
  • “Ahh my Jihoonie~ You’re working hard for this comeback. Here’s a cup a coffee to help you throughout the day. xoxo y/n”
  • “Yah. You forgot about our movie marathon yesterday. It’s alright haha don't worry~ Don’t overwork yourself. xoxo y/n”
  • “Hey smol dude. If you don't mind, I borrowed your sweater yesterday. Hehe it surprisingly smells good. Don’t overwork yourself. And make sure to eat or I will feed you myself. xoxo y/n”
  • or by casually flirting every now and then
  • “I didn't know angels walk among us.” you wink at him
  • “Yeah. I also didn't know demons walk among us.” he smirks at you
  • “…Jihoon I swear.” you playfully hit him on his shoulder
  • yeT HE DOESN’T NOTICE ONE THING
  • his members did though
  • they noticed how your eyes basically smiled whenever he is near,
  • how soft and gentle you talk to him,
  • how you're always there beside him to take care of him when he can’t
  • they noticed it all
  • and they didn't even hesitate helping you two get together
  • even though you didn't need help, they insisted
  • “No really guys, it’s fine. You don't have to.”
  • “Nope. We’re gonna help you and Jihoon get together whether you like it or not.”
  • and boy did they help
  • they’ve tried a lot of things too 
  • one was when all of you went to an amusement park
  • and while you and Jihoon were buying ice cream
  • they all suddenly disappeared
  • leaving you with just Jihoon
  • “Where did everyone go?” he asks, holding his cup of ice cream
  • “I don't know.” you say in confusion
  • bECAUSE THEY DIDN’T TELL YOU THEY WERE PLANNING THIS
  • after like minutes of waiting for them
  • the both of you have already finished your ice creams
  • “Let’s just spend the day together then. I don't wanna wait for them anymore. Lets go.” He says holding your hand as he takes you to a ride
  • and wasn’t that one of the best days you have ever had
  • still kind of pissed with the members that they didn't tell you the plan
  • but you got to spend the whole day with Jihoon
  • so it’s a win-win
  • another one was when all of you were hanging out at their dorm
  • and you were all playing 7 minutes in heaven
  • where you write your name on a piece of paper
  • put it in a box
  • and whoever's name is in the paper you pick
  • you have to be locked in a small room/closet with that person for 7 minutes
  • hence the name, 7 minutes in heaven
  • after a few rounds of the game 
  • by rounds I mean your otps being stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes
  • it was finally your turn
  • and the universe decided that they wanted to play with you at that moment
  • “Jihoon." 
  • everyone basically started pushing the both of you towards the closet as soon as you said that
  • "I didn't expect that this closet would be this small." He said
  • "How could it be small for you when you're already small?” You teasingly asked
  • “Haha. Very funny y/n. " He said 
  • surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn’t that awkward
  • maybe because it was just the two of you
  • yes you two were in a small closet
  • yes you're almost leaning against him
  • but it wasn’t awkward
  • the whole 7 minutes was spent talking with the other with little space in between you two
  • and that was it
  • as much to your and the members’ disappointment
  • nothing happened
  • after a few more times of trying to get the two of you together
  • you were honestly close to giving up at telling him at all
  • the other members went somewhere and yet again you two were left alone 
  • the two of you decided to have a movie marathon
  • it is now between 11-12 am
  • the both of you are already halfway through your 3rd movie
  • "Why did she do that?” He asks in frustration
  • “I don't know, that's why we’re watching it”
  • “She shouldn’t have done that.” He replies
  • a few minutes later
  • the story got a bit boring and the two of you wanted to find another one
  • “Hmm. Where's my phone? Can you hand me my phone Hoon?” You ask, pointing at your phone right in front of him
  • “Sure”
  • and as if the universe wanted to play with you again
  • a notification popped up as soon as he picked up your phone 
  • allowing him to see your lock screen
  • the notification covered some of it but it’s really obvious that it was him in your lock screen
  • “Ahh! No don’t look at it!” You jumped from your seat taking your phone from him
  • he didn’t say anything
  • he just smirked
  • “You have me as your lockscreen?” He looks at you
  • “Erm..no..what are y-" 
  • "Mhmm, I know you’re lying right now.” He said 
  • “Fine fine. Yes it’s you. Let me explain”
  • he just nods in response
  • “okay so uhm. The reason why you're my lockscreen is because I uhm, kinda sorta have feelings for…for you.” you say looking down, blushing 
  • he just stayed quiet
  • “Please if you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine with me. Just please, still be my best friend.” You plead
  • “Ahh…I uhm..” he says
  • “…what is it?” You ask him
  • he says nothing and just hands you his phone
  • and you see that
  • his homepage is a picture of you
  • “I like you too y/n.." 
  • you were honestly about to scream
  • but you just pulled him in for a hug
  • "Phew thank god! I was scared I was gonna lose my best friend!” You say
  • “I just told you I liked you too and you’re still calling me your best friend?” He said jokingly
  • “What do you want me to call you then?” You ask as you pull away from the hug
  • “Mine” he smirks
  • you hit him lightly on his chest
  • “Aish. I bet Junhui taught you that.” You say to him
  • “Anyway…now that we know we have feelings for each other. Do you want to go on a date this week?” He asks
  • “Yes! Ofcourse!” You respond basically screaming
  • “Calm down. Let’s continue watching the movie. Or maybe let’s find another one. This one’s getting boring.” He chuckles
  • he opens his arms, signalling that you can cuddle
  • without hesitation
  • you went in 
  • the rest of the night was spent cuddling, watching and planning the date you two were gonna have this week.
  • “How about the amusement park? Or the beach? Or the museum? Oh! Theres a park near by. How about a picnic?” You ask
  • “Anywhere and anytime is fine. As long as I'm with you.”

Originally posted by woozioppa

~ Admin Soph

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Odd liar.

A victuuri thingy based on @aina-p‘s AU post. Warning, this is awfully written but I was in a rush to finish this out of excitement. Does this story have a sequel? Maybe, maybe not.


Yuri was, to be fair, quite young when he started skating. And he did it mostly because he thought Yuko was cute, and she liked skating, so of course he had to find a way to impress her with that. He wasn’t exactly talented, but there was no denying that he had potential and talented or not, he was good at it; and he had fun doing it, which was important as well.

So years after his first time on ice, Yuri was now a skating teacher alongside Yuko and her husband Nishigori, and while teaching wasn’t as fun as skating on his own, he had no reason to complain. He was helping others and making some money in the process.

It was weird to have older students; Yuri was pretty used to deal with kids and on rare occasions, teenagers.

Not only the man that crossed the front door was older but he was also not Japanese. And he was undeniably attractive. With his silver hair, piercing blue eyes and cared figure he was drawing all the attention from people all around regardless of their gender. Yuko was obviously impressed when he approached her at the front table.

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He Tian x Mo Guanshan -Don’t ever leave me again-

For you, dear anon! <3 Thank you for waiting for me to finish this, it took a while but I stuffed my whole heart into this. Don’t worry, it’s not just angst, there is some major fluff at the end. *wedding bells tolling in the background* I hope you enjoy!

 

Prologue

He Tian raised his fist, threatening and his eyes burning like black fire. Hate was oozing from every piece of his body, nothing else mattered besides the feeling of loss and regret. God, he was so fucking gone.

The other man stared right back at him, sinister as the night and a cruel smirk adorning his lips, wide and disgustingly wrong. Black strands of sweaty, bloody hair stuck to his prominent high cheek bones and forehead, throwing dark shadows over the top half of the face he loathed. He couldn’t stand it and rammed his hand into the mirror, breaking it into thousands of pieces, destroying his own accusing reflection, the last thing he wanted to see. A silent scream ripped his throat like one of the glass shards, his whole body felt heavy, so heavy. His knees gave in and he sacked against the wall, slowly sliding down at it, his cut hand leaving bloody prints on the white tiles. As if he’d give a fuck.


 „Tian…?“


 His lips twitched from holding back a laugh. There was nothing. The bathroom door was still open, the house still empty and he was still not…

Slowly, he leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling.

Pathetic, his father would have said. His brother would have said. And worst of all, if he would have witnessed him in this godforsaken second, he would have been of the same opinion.

It was his fault and he deserved this, if he hadn’t just been that sure of himself. Not that sure of his strength. Not that sure that everything would stay within his control. Not that convinced of his options to work out as planned.

Guanshan, his one and only weakness.

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Tsukiyama Tummy Troubles Pt 1

(Okay I’ve done it again. I meant for this to be drabble length/paragraphs and it ended up pages again. OTL. But this is a multi part fic based on AMAZING Tsukiyama art that @dumdumdrawstumtums gave to me a bit ago. I’ve been wanting to write to it forever but either have been busy or hadn’t had the desire. But thanks to Tokyo Ghoul being on TV again, I had extra motivation. I hope the next parts will be a little shorter…And feel free to translate my bad French. I just used Google Translate but it’s also supposed to sound terrible because it’s Tsukiyama. Also note that I’ve made him very uncanon and he is able to eat regular food as well as people but oh well. Disclaimer: This has vore content.) 


Tsukiyama just couldn’t help himself. He knew that he had an important week ahead of him. First, there was a gala tomorrow and then later in the week a special “engagement” with Kaneki (he hesitated to call it a date) that he was dying to enjoy.

“I shouldn’t. I need to look my best this week. I cannot disappoint those at the gala and I definitely cannot disappoint Kaneki…” Tsukiyama said to himself as he bit his lip, first trying to prevent himself from going down the path that his body wanted to go, then down a dirtier path as he dug harder into his own flesh with his teeth. “Kaneki…” he thought to himself for a moment, trying to shake off his lustful thoughts before giving in. He continued to bite on his lip then let his eyes roll back into his head with his head tilting back just a little as he got lost in the dual fantasy of wanting to bed Kaneki and then wanting to eat Kaneki. His imagination ran wild for a moment as he felt himself stiffen in his pants slightly, before he was shaken back to reality again by the very organ that started this whole mess. His stomach.

It growled hungrily even though he was not starving. He didn’t need to eat…he wanted to. Desperately. “I mustn’t! There’s no guarantee I’ll be ready by tomorrow!” Tsukiayama yelled down at his ab-lined stomach. The gluttonous back of his mind worked in tandem with another growl of his stomach. “But what if you were? You’ve digested quickly so many other times! Why you will probably be back, fitter than ever!”, the evil voice in the head said like a terrible shoulder devil though he could tell that the voice was coming not from his shoulder by “other brains” of his anatomy that wanted him to make terrible decisions.

In dramatic fashion, Tsukiyama wrestled with himself, literally. He tossed his head in his hands trying to shake himself out of the thoughts he was thinking and lost his footing, tossing himself side to side. He threw himself against wall, shoulder hitting brick, as he tensed up his face. “La Torture! Tentation divine! Les horreurs d'un repas délicieux et d'un ventre plein! Que devrais-je faire?” He asked himself out loud, drool forming already at his mouth. “Je ne devrais pas le faire…” he said looking down at the ground and then using the back of his sleeve to wipe away the forming drool at his lips. “Mais je dois! Très Bien!” He said licking his lips.

He looked around, now thinking of those around him as potential meals. It was then that he noticed the tell-tale signs of a CCG Ghoul Investigator in a large trench coat, carrying a large metal briefcase. “Très Magnifique! It’s almost like the heavens provide to sanctify this meal!” Tsukiyama said in trite reverence. He caught up to the man and followed him for blocks to make sure that his prey was indeed an investigator. “Mon dieu, I’m practically doing a public service!” he muttered to himself. He watched as the investigator turned down a small, dark alley and then opened his briefcase to fight. Tsukiyama carefully took off his jacket and laid it gingerly on top of a closed dumpster. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation then charged. “Bon appétit…”


The battle hadn’t lasted long. The investigator was strong, stronger than Tsukiyama had anticipated, but that made his victory that much sweeter. His hunger and desire drove Tsukiyama to fight with greater power and speed, though he was so engrossed in his decision that he seemed to fight with an added flair, near dancing around the alley as he dodged every blow that the investigator tried to land on him. It wasn’t long until Tsukiyama was able to overwhelm the investigator and he was left standing in the middle of now abandoned alley, patting his distended belly and arching his head back to let out a gluttonous, wet belch. He pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed the sides of his mouth. “Bof…Excusez-moi! How ill-refined,” he said as he patted his bloated belly over his disheveled shirt. He grabbed his suit coat and proceeded to waddle home to sleep off his meal so he’d be able to be prepared for the gala the next evening. Already the food coma was starting to prick at his consciousness and telling him, he had indeed made the right decision.

Tsukiyama fell asleep, sure in the knowledge that he had made the correct judgement. He patted his belly and slept on his side, letting his belly fill out the side of his bed and dreamt of his upcoming time with Kaneki later in the week. He counted sheep softly, stroking his struggling belly as he did.

However, when Tsukiyama awoke, he did so to a very unpleasant surprise. He tried to turn over, still groggy, assuming that he’d be back to normal shape or at the worst, still a slight bloat that he might be able to cover. But he found that as he turned over to try to stretch his stiff body that he was unable to do so. Wide awake now, and with a sense of terror, he slowly looked down at his torso and saw that his belly still just as big and struggling as it had been before his sleep. “Oh merde…” He said in defeat as he realized that his gamble had ended in utter defeat.

He glanced over at his alarm clock, having decided not to set it to try to work off his meal as much as possible. “Double merde…” he muttered, rolling his eyes. It was only a few hours to the gala and he would need to get ready. He couldn’t let the investigator out, that was like begging for him to be hunted directly or just killed on the spot. No, unfortunately… He’d eaten himself into a corner. Tsukiyama would have to keep him in his stomach for the gala.

Tsukiyama spent the next hour trying to find some clothes that would fit his new girth. At first he tried to focus on something he could wear to the gala and failing that, just something that would fit. Neither seemed to be readily available. His frustration with his own gluttony, his appetite backfiring on him, and anger that his stomach and it’s contents weren’t cooperating with him was making discontented, and rapidly losing his usual French flair. Finally he decided his best shot was to go back to the flashy suit that he was usually wore to such events and would do his best to say that he had just overeaten at a gourmet meal as his gluttonous ways were well known, just not this this…extent.

He showered, and prepped himself, making sure his hair was perfectly coiffed. With some struggle he was able to get his slacks and belt done up, though incredibly strained. The belt buckle was trying to pull itself free as it sat under his incredibly round belly, the added weight of his middle pushing the buckle painfully toward his crotch as it pressed downward. He should have tucked in his shirt first, but he wasn’t even sure he could get his shirt around his new waistline at this point. He buttoned up around his defined chest and then winced a bit as successive buttons got harder and harder to button until finally he was stuck.

Tsukiyama made a face of mixed disgust and determination. He poked angrily at his stomach to get his meal’s attention. “Urgh-! Suck it in! I have a gala tonight, and I’m not letting you ruin it!” he shouted, trying to pull the two halves of his shirt closer together. He struggled and sucked in his stomach as much as he commit, trying to think thin thoughts and apply as much of a vacuum to his distended torso as he could until he was finally able to do up the last buttons.

He cautiously let himself relax and watched the buttons strain tight but was grateful that for the moment they held. Patting the properly contained belly, he tried to tuck what he could into his tight pants, his fingers already being crushed by trying to get them in the tight belt. “Tsukiyama. You’ve really done it this time. You can do this,” He said to himself in the mirror before then putting his suit coat (he decided not to try a button on that at this point) and walked out the door to go to the gala, requesting a driver to take him there. He was glad that Kaneki wouldn’t be at the extravagant affair, having expressed that he didn’t want to be a such a crowded pretentious place with all those people. It would give him time to return to normal. Tsukiyama gulped. Or at least he hoped.

Doctor Eggsy

Here, have 1334 words of Doctor Who AU nonsense, featuring Eggsy as the Doctor and Harry who is confused. 

For @your-eggcellency

It hurts like hell, but he knows that it’s time. This body has been wearing down and it’s time to let go now, to take a new form, to start all over again. He has done this many times, but it doesn’t make this one any better. It still hurts, the energy burning through him like wildfire.

Gingerly, he touches his face once the last bright orange sparks of the energy have left his new form. He feels younger, and his new jaw is alarmingly sharp. He heaves himself up and staggers around the console on his new and unfamiliar legs. He’s definitely shorter than he used to be. He swings the mirror around to get a good look at his new face.

‘’Who’s this pretty boy, then?’’ he asks himself and then coils back in surprise because this new body comes with a new accent. ‘’What in the…?’’

It’s unnerving – it always is – but the more he looks at his new, younger face, the more he ponders over his new South London accent, the more he starts to like them. He’s been in old bodies and younger bodies, but this? This is new and exciting in a way very few things are when you’re a thousand years old and seen entire planets born and die.

‘’Yeah,’’ he says to the empty TARDIS. ‘’Yeah, this’ll be fun.’’

He looks down on his new form, still dressed in the ill-fitting clothes of his previous self. ‘’But first, we need new threads.’’

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Klaine Advent 2016: Day 3 Charm

Day 3: Charm

Kurt and Burt adjusting to Blaine in season 2. 3145 words

It’s the thing people said about Blaine, or so it seemed to Kurt. Right after “dapper” and before “gentlemanly,” they would say it—“He’s so charming!” And Kurt had to admit he was so in agreement with them; it was something he was proudest of about this boy. He felt sometimes like walking around Lima with Blaine was like being wrapped up in a cloud of that charm. Faces that used to be closed off to him, eyebrows raised, now were softened and welcoming.

Just on one outing on a pretty spring afternoon, three different shopkeepers had smiled and said, “Keep the change” to Blaine. I mean, who did that? And the lady in the jewelry store actually found some Easter wrapping paper to add a special touch to his present for his mama; when Blaine went for his wallet to tip her, she had actually blushed as she stopped him with a manicured hand to his forearm.

“That was weird,” Kurt said as they waited in line at the Sundae Shoppe.

“Hmmm?” Blaine questioned with his eyebrows as he bent over the bag containing his purchases.

“Mrs. Sims in the jewelry store. I’d swear she was flirting with you, but, I mean, she’s at LEAST 30.”

“Maybe she has spring fever, Kurt,” Blaine replied. “I know I certainly do. Or maybe it’s the company. I think you should always wear just exactly that shade of blue. It really brings out your eyes.”

Okay, so maybe those people had a point. He was charming and dreamy, and Kurt’s insides were melting with pleasure AGAIN. He longed to grab his boyfriend’s hand or steal a kiss. He settled with looking down and blushing. “Watch it mister. Flattery will get you—”

“A ride home, I hope?” Blaine asked, leaning close to whisper, “And some makeout time in the driveway? Kitchen? My room?”


The one person in Kurt’s life who didn’t seem to be taken by Blaine’s charm was Kurt’s dad. Kurt couldn’t blame him, actually. Finding a boy—an obviously hungover boy—in your child’s bed sort of had a way of killing any positive first impressions. Not that he DISLIKED him, really. But even after Kurt danced through the door from Dalton, with the news that he had a boyfriend, a delightful boyfriend, the best boyfriend, Burt still seemed to hold Blaine at arm’s length.

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la cocina es el centro de la casa

for @thebratfarrar, for her birthday

(read on AO3)

Dean’s been sweating since he woke up this morning. Actually, going by how damp the sheets of his little borrowed cot were, he sweated all night, too. He’d had a weird panicked moment where he thought he’d wet the bed, somehow. Sammy had still been passed out in the bed and Dean had laid there under the slow-turning fan and given himself five minutes to just be… miserable. As far as he can tell, Benson, Arizona, is the armpit of the world. Why couldn’t Dad have caught the hunt in November, or something.

Mrs. Gutierrez is kind of a hard-ass, but she knows about food. When Dean comes out of the bedroom she’d stashed them in, the hot little house already smells awesome, and she barely looks up from whatever she’s doing in her skillet, waves him to the table. He rubs at his eyes with the heel of both hands. He’s not used to these kind of hours in the summer. Ever since he turned sixteen and proved he could be trusted, Dad would take the opportunity of school being out to take him along on more hunts, the two of them running through the woods or watching through the dark of the warm nights or digging graves together, coming back to whatever motel or campsite where Sammy was waiting for them in the hours just before dawn, crashing down sore and feeling good about a job well done. He wants to be out there now. All this ridiculous heat would maybe be a little more bearable if he felt like he was doing something.

A plate clatters down in front of him and he jumps, opens his eyes. Mrs. Gutierrez raises her eyebrows at him and he says, “Thank you,” automatically, and then, “Um, I mean—gracias, ma’am.” She huffs and goes back to the stove. He completely can’t tell if she likes him or not. He’s guessing not.

That said—who cares, if she feeds them like this, holy crap. This will be their third day here, since Dad figured out where the boys were going missing and Mrs. Gutierrez offered to look after them while Dad and a few of the older guys went out looking, and like every single thing she’s fed them has been amazing. This is—eggs, and pieces of tortilla, and some weird white cheese, and enough thick roasted-dark red sauce that he sweats even more, and he groans out loud.

“Respira, caballero,” Mrs. Gutierrez says, in a dry voice, and he opens his eyes again to find her leaning against the stove, cup of coffee rested on her plump belly.

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