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anonymous asked:

OMG I love your newest scenario!!! Can you do the same one but with Keith? (btw, I really love your blog~ you're an inspiration tbh)

(omg ur too sweet?????)

The original prompt was thus:

“Sooooooo I was thinking what would Shiro do if his s/o showed up to party in a sexy black dress just to get him back for spending so much time with Voltron.”

Implied nsfw and some sweet, sweet angst. Just in time for season 3 (¬‿¬)

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If you’ll only hold me tight…. Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I’m only falling apart. Once upon a time there was light in my life, now there’s only love in the dark. There’s nothing I can do- a total eclipse of the heart.

August 20th, 2017

According to the watch Pidge had, that was date. And according to her research, there would be an eclipse on Earth the next day. The first total eclipse in 99 years. If things went well, they could portal close enough to see it from the castle.

And after dinner, Lance was trying to psyche himself up to finally tell Keith how he felt. He was tired of holding in the emotions especially when Keith gave him such reassuring, soft smiles anytime Lance needed them most. Keith was a person who always had a scowl on his face if it was completely devoid of emotion. He was a person who only cared for people at a distance. He didn’t hug, he didn’t vocalize it, he didn’t show it.

But with Lance, he was different. Maybe it was in his head, maybe it was stupid, naïve optimism. But Keith had given him gentle smiles, offered comfort in the way he knew how, and protected him each time they had to fight. He was Keith’s right hand man, and his Korean crush didn’t seem to mind. He listened to Lance. He made sure Lance knew he was needed.

Ever since that talk in his room, Keith had been so different with Lance. Then Lance recognized the butterflies in his stomach when he heard Shiro telling Allura that Keith had offered to stay behind, returning the Black Lion, to help Coran. Lance knew Keith wasn’t close to Coran. Keith had done that for him. So he wouldn’t be the extra paladin. So he would still be needed. Keith lived for battle and he had offered to stay behind.

Ever since then, Lance only felt these emotions growing. With each smile that seemed especially for him, with each encouraging comment during training and after, with each chuckle and eye roll after Lance teased him lightly if only to keep up the familiar banter. He didn’t want to feed more hope into these feelings if Keith didn’t actually mean anything in those gestures. He had to at least let Keith know what he was beginning to feel before it caused problems instead of flowery, floaty feelings.

He kept pacing back and forth in the hallway trying to gather the courage to knock on his door. He fought fleets of Galra warriors, he fought mutated monsters sent after them, he defended the freaking universe. He could do this.

He couldn’t do this. He was a coward when it came to cute boys with galaxies for eyes and smiles that could melt icebergs as quickly as their glares could.

He shook his head, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment, and he started walking away. Then he heard that familiar low voice with that pleasing rasp.

“Lance?” He froze and turned to face Keith. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his shirt different shades of black where the sweat soaked through it, and he was sporting a few new bruises. He had been training. “You okay?” Lance cleared his throat. There were too many ways to answer that question. “Hey. Seriously, what wrong?”

His dark eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes worried and a bright, beautiful violet color, surrounded by eyelashes that curled so elegantly it was unfair.

It was now or never.

“Could we talk?” Keith’s eyebrows twitched lower, and he nodded, gesturing to his room. “Um, actually, can we take a walk?” Keith stopped and stared at him before nodding again and turning, waiting for him to lead the way.

Lance started walking and swallowed the nausea building in his throat. He wasn’t sure how to start. He kept opening his mouth to talk only to completely hate the way whatever he was going to say would sound.

Once they’d reached the end of the hallway and turned, Keith spoke. “You’re freaking me out, Lance. Are you okay?”

“Don’t freak out,” he said, his voice shaking. “It’s nothing serious. And I don’t think it’s bad, I guess that up for interpretation, really. I just dunno where to start or how to say it without sounding stupid, you know and I-”

“Lance, you’re not stupid,” he interrupted with that gentle voice. Lance called it his serious voice. Keith had different tones for anything he said and Lance had managed to name each of them. His angry voice, his frustrated voice, his complacent voice, his tired voice, his sad voice-which was the same low voice but with a specific expression- and this one: his serious voice. A voice he’d started using with Lance more and more in place of angry or frustrated. It was his favorite.

“Lance, what is it?”

Lance blinked and brought himself back to reality, heaving a sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m probably making this out to be way more than it is. Just give me a moment, yeah?” Keith frowned and nodded.

They walked around, feet almost automatically walking toward the training room and past it to the hangar. Keith stayed quiet, waiting on Lance.

“Um. So first, I want to say thank you. Thank you for helping me especially when I feel like I’m not good enough or I don’t belong. I never really thought you’d be someone to help me with that, but… I mean I never thought I’d be flying a giant metal lion either.” He chuckled nervously and Keith’s lip quirked up slightly in that small, sweet smile that gave Lance butterflies. He cleared his throat and tried to use that smile to ground himself. “I really appreciate all of it.” They came to a stop in front of the lions. Lance looked at Blue sadly before turning to Red. Keith was looking at her too, but there wasn’t really any specific emotion in his face.

Lance gulped and licked his lips. “Look, we’re going to be out here for who knows how long. And we’re a team. So there shouldn’t be secrets right? I… I have to tell you something. I really don’t know how you’ll take it, okay? And I’m not expecting anything specific, I just have to tell you. I don’t want you to be angry, but… I guess I understand if you do get angry so-”

“Lance,” Keith said with a hand on his arm. “Breathe,” he encouraged. “What is it?”

He looked at him with concern, and Lance could feel the soft humming purr of his new lion in his head. He wondered if Keith could still hear her too. He couldn’t hear Blue. But Red seemed to be gently encouraging him. The purr was comforting, and Lance was filled with a distant calming emotion. It would be okay.

Lance took a breath, looked Keith in the eyes, and clenched his jaw. Then, in a single breath, he said, “I think I like you.”

There was no explosion. No burst of realization. No gasp, no look of disgust or joy. The only change on Keith’s face was a slight eyebrow raise, and the subtle parting of his lips. He never broke the eye contact.

“You're… not joking.” Lance pressed his lips together and shook his head slowly. “When you say ‘like,’ you mean….”

“A crush. Feelings. Romantic ones. Yeah,” he answered not really sure how to respond to this… unresponsive reaction.

“Oh.” He kept staring at Lance and the blush that spread across his cheeks spread so slowly, Lance almost didn’t notice. “That's… new. I’m not usually… um, likable I guess.” He finally looked away and Lance realized he could breathe. “Um… since when? Why?” He seemed so genuinely confused. Like the idea that Lance liked him wasn’t bizarre, but the fact that someone could was.

Lance felt a little less horrible and shrugged. “I can’t say for sure when. But… because of how much you care. Even if not in the most obvious ways, you just… you managed to make me feel like I mattered. And you’re inspiring. You’re dedicated and determined and you don’t just brush me off you know? Keith… I really admire you. From the way you’re ridiculously fearless and the way you stepped up to lead Voltron. It’s just…. I don’t know I just started getting all of these giddy feelings when I’d see you or when you’d smile at me the way do. I feel like I think clearer around you, I'm… better around you. But I’m also a mess.” He chuckled and shrugged. “I just really like being around you and the fact that I can talk to you without feeling stupid because you make sure I don't… feel that way.”

He looked up and saw Keith’s red face and wide eyes looking at him. “O-oh. Oh. Oh.” Lance gulped. Red, I might have broken him. He heard the low rumble of laughter in his head. Keith finally took a breath and managed to stammer out actual sentences. “I’ve kind of never been good with people. Relationships and stuff… it’s weird. Friendships, I mean. I just… I don’t really get the dynamic, you know, I’m used to being alone.”

Lance felt his heart sink, but he smiled and nudged him gently. “Hey. I told you; it’s cool, I don’t expect anything, I just wanted to tell you. Don’t think I’m trying to-”

“No, no, no,” Keith interrupted, waving his hands frantically. “I’m not saying…. I just mean…. I don’t think I’m the best person to get a crush on. But… this idea is… it feels, um, right? It just… makes sense.” Lance tilted his head in confusion and Keith gulped. “I mean… maybe I can learn. And maybe….”

Lance took a sudden breath, realizing what he meant. There was a chance? A possibility? Did Keith feel the same way? Could he?

Keith groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Just give me a tick to string my thoughts into coherent sentences, okay? Here, come on.” He sat by Red’s paw and started chewing his nails. Lance sat in front of him awkwardly. “None of what I wanted to say came out right,” he breathed. He cleared his throat and sighed. “I’m still learning to take social cues and… I’m still learning to trust friends, and getting used to what it’s like to have friends. So it’s surprising to me that someone like you would like me.”

Lance frowned and scooted away slightly. “Someone like me?” he repeated.

Keith nodded. “Lance, you’re way more level-headed than me. You’re in touch with your emotions. You wear your heart on your sleeve and I… well I build walls around mine. I-I should be the one admiring you. And… um. Well I never really… thought about letting myself be interested in someone but maybe… I guess it kind of just clicked when the possibility of liking a guy came up. I…. Maybe with a little time or something, I-”

Lance placed a hand on his arm. “Hey Keith. Breathe,” he said with a smile. Keith smiled back at him, his cheeks dusted with red. “We’ll figure it out together, yeah?”

“That’d be nice,” he answered softly. “Thank you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Um…. Well, for now, I’m your right-hand man. You know that, right?”

Keith smiled and nodded. “Perfect. I’m going to go ahead and go to bed. I’m really tired,” he said with a light laugh.

Lance nodded and gestured for them to leave the hangar.

They’d barely made it one step out when the castle jostled, toppling them over and sirens rang in their ears. “What the-?”

“We’re getting attacked,” Keith realized, his voice dropping lower, his laughter gone. In its place a determined, angry expression. “Get your armor and your lion.” Lance nodded and raced off to tug on his armor. The original paladins really should have thought about making them a little more efficient.

He went to the red lion who had lost all the playful purrs and replaced with vicious, menacing growls. Lance went in, sitting at his pilot’s seat before flying her out of the castle. The black and blue lions were already out. Pidge and Hunk followed quickly after, and the particle barrier flew up around the castle, flickering after the damage it took to the system.

There were several Galra planes with ion blasters aimed toward them.

“We don’t have time to form Voltron,” Keith growled. “We have to knock out most of the defenses. If we can, try to pinpoint Lotor’s. If not, at least get rid of enough so Coran and Shiro can distract them long enough for us to form,” Keith commanded. His voice was certain, level, no rush, only determination.

“Roger that.”

“On it!”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“You got it.”

The lions spread out and a variety of colors began to paint the small part of the universe they were in. Blue, red, yellow, green, dark and light purple, white. All the beams and weapons shot across the sky creating a beautifully terrifying picture. The sounds of crashing metal, explosions, and weapons filled the silence. It was incredible to think that this was happening while the rest of the universe remained oblivious.

Pidge had taken a particularly hard hit, and Hunk spent half the time acting as her second armor while fending off his own Galran ships. Allura and Lance managed to work together to shoot down some of the Galras, but more took their place. Shiro and Coran were sending their own hits from the castle but it wouldn’t be long before the castle was surrounded by ion blasters and shot down if the paladins could make them retreat soon.

Of course, Keith had noticed and apparently decided to dive headfirst. Lance saw his lion speeding toward Lotor’s main battleship, the jaw blade slicing through any ship that came toward him and ducking any blasts shot his way.

“Keith! What are you doing?” Lance shouted into the comm.

“I’m cutting the head off this hydra,” he answered, his voice tight and angry.

“It’s dangerous to go al-”

“I’m already here, Lance,” Keith interrupted. “Keep fighting. All of you.”

Lance could barely keep himself focused knowing Keith was heading right into the belly of the beast. Suddenly he was knocked aside and Allura shot an ice ray at two enemy ships that had aimed at Lance. “Focus, Lance,” she chided.

“Someone has to help Keith,” he said.

“What?” she nearly shrieked. But Lance was already starting for Lotor and the black lion.

Come on, Red. I know you can do this.

Red seemed to snarl in response, moving quicker and smoother, dodging blasts, nearly controlling Lance’s body as he shot his magma beam until they reached the platform of Lotor’s ship. He was horrified to see Keith wasn’t even in his lion anymore.

“Keith what are you doing?” he shouted, not bothering to be subtle. “Get in your lion!”

“I’m in,” he answered softly. He was sneaking in. But did he really think Lotor wouldn’t know he was there? “He’s in range…. It would help if I had my sharpshooter, you know?”

Lance felt terror grip his throat. Too close, he was too close to danger. “Keith,” he said firmly. “Don’t do this. Get back in the lion.”

“Lance, I have a chance to end this. I’m taking it. Are you helping or-” There was a series of noises that none of the paladins knew what to make of.

“Keith?” Pidge shouted. “You there?”

“Are you okay, Keith?” Allura asked, her voice calm, but Lance knew her well enough to know her face would be panicked.

“Coran, Shiro, can you pick up his vitals?” Lance asked in a panic.

“He’s there. They must have knocked the helmet off, but he’s okay. I got his heartbeat on the system,” Shiro said.

“He’s surrounded by five Galra,” Coran added.

Lance growled under his breath and grit his teeth. “I told him,” he muttered as he left his lion.

“Lance what are you doing, dude?” Hunk shouted. “We can’t have you in danger too, get back in!”

“Sorry, big guy. He’d do the same if I was in there. I’m pulling him out by the ear,” he promised.

“Be careful, Lance,” Pidge warned before grunting, possibly in response to another attack. “Hunk!”

Lance shut them out and dipped into the ship, noting that there was a severe lack of security. He slinked through hallways, heart pounding like hummingbird wings. “Guys, can I get a location?” he whispered into his comm.

“Two more hallways down, turn right, second opening. It’s the control room,” Coran answered. “Have your shield up, my boy.”

“Got it,” Lance answered, sprinting closer. There were no guards. No cameras. No trip wires or booby traps.

Then he heard it. The fighting, the lack of mercy, the painful screams that made Lance’s blood freeze. He raced into the room, in time to shoot at a large Galra with tufts on the side of her head before she could get a hold of Keith. Keith looked over in surprise and seemed relieved when he saw Lance.

“I told you-!” Lance cut off when he saw another Galra, this one cloaked, coming toward him. There were no facial features- no eyes, no mouth, no nose. He stepped back and tripped over something. He felt a gentle pressure on his chest and opened his eyes. A cat. It was a cat.

Before he could shove it off, the blank faced Galra leapt onto him, hand clutching his throat without mercy.

He heard a growl, and he could see Keith in his peripheral vision. His blade was a blur, his body agile, moving where it had to, light as he jumped and turned and kicked. Lance gripped the Galra’s wrist and  thrust his elbow up to hit her in the chin, causing her to jump back. Lance aimed his blaster at her, scowling as sher tilted her head, and the cat hissed and flicked its tail.

“Move!” Keith shouted, gripping his arm and dragging him back as a beam blasted the ground where he’d been standing.

“If you’d listened to me, this wouldn’t be happening!”

“But I didn’t and it is, you really want to have this argument now?” he snapped, as he stood back to back with him, eyeing the Galra generals. There was a pink one with colorful markings and a childish smile standing in front of Lance. She didn’t look Galran at all. Not like the others. In fact, Lance could imagine himself trying to hit on to her if they’d met on a different planet.

“They brought two of the kitties!” she said happily. As if there wasn’t a full-blown battle underway.

“I thought so,” a deep, musical voice purred. Lance let his eyes drift where he saw movement, his hand tensing around the trigger of his blaster. He saw a Galran with stark white hair and yellow eyes with purple irises like Keith’s and an angular face. Lotor.

He seemed so calm, so at ease.

“Can we kill them yet?” the one with tufts growled. “I want the tall one,” she snarled, baring her teeth.

“Patience,” Lotor said almost lazily. “Narti. Bring the lions aboard.” The cloaked one slinked away.

“You take two I take two?” Lance whispered. He heard Keith huff in response. Then he heard an angry shriek as Keith lunged forward and brought his blade down on a human-esque Galra. The only thing that showed she was Galra was her skin tone and the ridges on her head. The violent one lunged at Lance, but he managed to duck and roll out of the way, coming up on one knee to shoot, the force of the blow throwing her against Lotor.

“Oh, you’re cute!” the pink one said, flipping him upside down with the strange tail growing out of her head like a fleshy ponytail. Then she threw him against the wall.

“Lance!” Keith shouted. He shoved the Galra aside and started for the pink one who danced around him with a musical laugh, moving as quickly as Keith. Lance pulled himself up and shot at the other Galra. Lotor scowled as the taller one blocked the hits with a large piece of metal.

“Let’s go!” he snapped. “We have the lions. These two are useless.” The pink one managed a graceful backflip back towards Lotor, leaving Keith breathless as he glared. “Acxa. Make sure the fleets pull back. We can get the other lions another day.” The humanoid one nodded and slipped away, casting a final glare at them, reminding Lance of Keith.

As the metal started coming down, Lance shot again, shoving the unsuspecting Galra back. She growled, but Lance kept his blaster levelled with his eyes, ready to shoot again.

Lotor scowled and looked at them with contempt. “I’m feeling generous, paladins. Leave. Your services are no longer needed.” He smirked and turned away as if the fact that both Lance and Keith had weapons meant nothing to him. The other two followed.

As much as Lance wanted to go after them, he knew it would be futile. They could barely fight them off last time when they were all together and now Lotor was there too. He gripped Keith’s arm and tugged him. “Let’s go. We’ll figure out how to get the lions back,” he said. He had to call for one of the others to come get them and take them back to the Castle of Lions.

Then Lotor’s voice echoed through the control room. “Oh, and Zethrid? Get the bayards.”

Just like that the Galra was on them, all growls and angry hits, tossing Lance aside like a rag doll as she wretched the blaster from his hands. He saw spots in his vision for a few seconds before he could process Keith shouting his name again.

When his sight refocused, he saw Keith slicing his blade down, pushing Zethrid’s growling figure back, back, back. She lifted the blaster, but that was a long range weapon. Keith was fighting too close, moving too quickly.

Lance heard more commotion, heard more fighting. Had the others come to help? One had called back the other fleets. The paladins were free to help. Maybe they could still win.

Lance saw the blue blast fill the room before he heard it. He turned, shrieking for Keith in a panic, stumbling forward to find him. Then he heard a defiant yell and the sound of a blade being impaled. There was an angry roar and Lance saw Keith’s blade shoved into Zethrid’s side. She shoved him back, hitting him with the butt of the blaster before stumbling away, panting for breath.

“Keith? Keith!” Lance shouted. Half of him wanted to hug Keith, and half of him wanted to yank him by the ear. But the second he saw him still standing, he decided to go with the former. He struggle to get onto his feet and threw his arms around Keith, pulling him in tightly as he was flooded with relief. His limbs began to shake from the adrenaline coursing through him. “Oh thank God you’re okay.”

“L-Lance?” he croaked.

“I’m right here,” he said. Keith’s arms came around him, then he slumped, and Lance staggered before he could regain his grip. “Keith?”

“That blaster hurts so quiznacking much,” he wheezed. His eyes were glazed over, struggling to focus on Lance. Lance’s eyes went wide and he let them trail down. The white armor at his chest was smeared with crimson blood. Blood that kept flowing out from the the black nylon just under the slope of the armor, glistening in the most sickening way as it pulsed out of him. He had been hit too close.

Lance fell to his knees, cradling Keith gently and shook his head. “No, no, no. You’re gonna be okay, okay? Focus on me. Look at me. Look at me.” Keith’s violet eyes flickered to him, blinking rapidly. Lance was vaguely aware of the fighting happening outside the room. “The others are here. They’ll be here soon okay, just hold on. Keith, talk to me. Please.”

“It- hurts,” he choked, his face contorting, his body spasming in Lance’s arms. His eyes stayed on him. “Ev-everything hurts.” He gasped for air and coughed, causing blood to sputter out and dribble down the corner of his mouth. “I-I should’ve… li-listened to you.”

“Yeah, you think so?” Lance answered, his voice weak and breaking as he held Keith. “It’s okay. We’ll patch you up and put you in a healing pod and then when you’re out, I’m going to hound you for this. I’ll put you in time out and everything. You’re officially grounded.” Keith’s mouth quirked, but instead of sending butterflies through Lance, it caused terrified goosebumps. His eyes were too distant. The blood was bright against his pale, sweaty face. Lance gulped and held him tighter. “Then we’ll go see the eclipse. We can sit together. Drink space juice and watch and pretend none of this ever happened,” he continued with a soft, weak voice. He wasn’t sure he believed himself.

“Sounds… like… a date,” he breathed. His breaths were short and his grip was losing strength as he clung to Lance. The words made a half sob, half laugh bubble up in Lance and he pressed his forehead to Keith’s. “Take care of Red for me,” he mumbled.

“W-what? Keith? No, no, no, Keith, wake up,” Lance said, shaking him. Keith winced, but his eyes fluttered open. “Don’t fall asleep. Don’t you dare, Mullet. We’re in the middle of battle, you can’t fall asleep. I swear I’ll start calling you Sleeping Beauty if you dare fall asleep on me.”

Keith smiled weakly, his fingers twitching as they gripped Lance’s arm. “As long as you wake me up,” he whispered, shutting his eyes.

“No, Keith. Open your eyes. Open your eyes, come on,” he insisted. Keith did, but it was obvious he was struggling. His gaze focused on the ceiling as his eyes watered and more blood seeped from his mouth. “Keith, come on,” Lance moaned.

“I-I don’t… I don’t feel anything any-anymore,” he gasped.

“Keith, stay with me. Stay awake, okay?” Lance whimpered. Keith’s breaths slowed, his eyes fluttering before they turned blank, slightly cross-eyed as his head lolled to the side.

“No!”

He shook Keith almost violently. “Come back! Come back, come back, come back!” he pleaded. “No, no, no!” he wailed, pulling Keith closer, sobbing into his hair as his limp body rested against him. Lance placed his lips to his icy, sweaty forehead, sobbing, hands shaking as he caressed him, begging him to wake up, to come back.

He heard the rush of footsteps, heard the gasps, the shriek that must have come from Pidge, but he couldn’t bring himself to lift his head from where it remained buried in the crook of his neck, covered by that stupid, adorable mullet. Keith had been his rival. Then he became his leader. Then his friend. He became one of the few friends Lance could trust completely. And now he was gone.

No more smiles. No more varying tones of voice. No more galaxy eyes reading him like an open book. No more maybes, no more hope, no more….

I Think I Was Meant To Be Next To You

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/ Michael Mell

Words: 2.449

Summary: “I really like you. In a “I want to hold your hand and your dick sometimes” kind of way.”

(Michael takes Jeremy to see the sunrise on the beach)

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Show Recap – 04/03/17

I’ve seen the show a few times now, so at this point I’m fairly picky about what I want to see. I have favourite versions of scenes and lines. I have favourite actors and actresses in the various roles. While every performance is always amazing, I have two main criteria for what constitutes a Good Show, as in, an above average performance of the play. 1. I want it to make me feel something. I want someone to make me cry, or flail, or laugh uproariously, or have to bury my face in my scarf to contain all my emotions. 2. I want to gain new insight into the characters, or the story, or the show itself. During this particular performance, both criteria were absolutely and completely met. 

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anonymous asked:

Could you do batfam headcanons for a gender neutral S.O. with glasses? Like would they steal them or tease them, would they make sure there's a spare pair at the mansion, and how do you think the boys would react if they accidentally broke their s.o.'s glasses? (Sorry if that's too much, I'm not entirely sure how the headcanons work, so if I put too much please don't hesitate to trim it or anything) (thank you! And I just wanted to let you know how much I love your blog, one of my faves! <3)

AN: Thanks for the love hun <3

Dick

  • Takes a bunch of pictures of his s/o with glasses
  • Literally thinks it makes them 100% more adorable
  • Tries to take glasses ALL the time
  • Succeeds most of the time
  • “Hey y/n do I look good yet?”
  • “I wouldn’t know cause I can’t see”
  • He felt HORRIBLE when he broke your glasses
  • Promised to buy you a new pair
  • Never touches your glasses again

Jason

  • Teases you about you glasses all the time
  • But you both know it’s just banter
  • Would kill anyone if they touched your glasses
  • Likes seeing you w/out them cause you squint a lot
  • Helps you pick out the frames if you need new ones
  • Thinks its funny when your glasses get foggy from steam

Tim

  • He most likely has glasses cause he sits in front of the computer all day
  • Ya’ll accidently switch glasses
  • Cause he can’t tell his from yours when he’s tired
  • Probably broke your glasses accidently from it seeing them
  • Buys you a bunch of spares cause it’s not a rare occurrence
  • Still feels bad from the first time he broke them

Cass

  • LOVES seeing you wearing glasses
  • Also loves trying them on
  • Always helps you pick out new frames
  • Silently nods when you pick a pair that looks really good on you
  • Thinks you look good with every pair
  • Therefore tries to buy you a bunch of different pairs

Damian

  • Thinks you look wonderful with your glasses
  • Compliments you 24/7 on them
  • Fights anyone who teases you
  • Tries to take you to the best ophthalmologist 
  • Cause you deserve the best
  • Never takes your glasses from you

Bruce

  • Always pays for your glasses/appointments even though you don’t want him to
  • Has never broken your glasses ever
  • Has a bunch of spares around the house in case you lose/break them
  • Always tells you how good you look with glasses
  • Defends you if anyone says anything about your glasses
  • Offers to buy you contacts whenever your glasses bother you

anonymous asked:

hey so it looks like you're doing requests and I don't wanna bother you but I've been feeling really down lately and there's been no taegi to feed on so could you maybe please do some mafia au hcs w/ taegi and spoiled tae/babied tae idk I relate to him easily plz baby be thsi got wild ok I'm sorry

Taehyung is the type of boy who lives for being spoiled more so with attention over actual physical gifts, to be honest. Like sure, those pretty wide doll eyes light up when he’s given a new Gucci top or shoes or belt and he’s always so thankful. Sure, he happily giggles when he’s given the most expensive camera to take his pictures or when a new gold plated gun is placed in his lap along with the new knife set he’d seen and desperately wanted. But NOTHING compares to being spoiled in attention by his usually busy boss boyfriend. 

In his eyes, there is literally nothing better than waking up early in the morning to the sound of Yoongi quietly playing his favorite songs on the baby grand piano in their room. It’s like his own literal piece of heaven really. He gets to open his eyes and just barely make out the elder’s silhouette through the canopy that surrounds their bed.  Yoongi always looks so handsome too. The elder is in a bloody white button up shirt that has been left open to show off the gun holster at his side and the many tattoos covering his skin, with Taehyung’s name straight over his heart. His mint hair is messy, held out of his face by a red bandana Taehyung gifted him back before he was a boss, when he was only running drugs in the streets, for good luck. He’s not even looking at the keys as he plays. His eyes on 100 percent on Taehyung’s form on their bed and it’s everything. 

Taehyung literally buzzes right from the beginning because he loves the attention Yoongi has for him, even when he’s asleep and unaware the elder is watching. 

Of course, Yoongi’s gone overboard even in something simple like waking Taehyung up. 

The mafia boss has filled their white plush carpet in red rose petals and has laid out the most expensive looking breakfast on their bedside table for when his baby gets hungry.  He’s set out a new silk robe, gold in color because it’s the color prettiest on Taehyung, for the younger to put on and it honestly looks like it cost more than their entire house. 

Taehyung actually giggles as he takes it all in. 

“Welcome back home, how was the business in China?” 

Yoongi moves closer to Taehyung’s spot on their bed because he knows that while the gifts are pretty, what Taehyung really wants is skin to skin contact. He gets rewarded for it with a kiss on his cheek before the younger wipes some stray white powder from his pants. 

“It was the same.” Yoongi sighs and begins running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. “Only three people died this time, I got a surprise for you too by the way.” 

It’s just one of the smaller but best ways he spoils his prince. He showers his love in affection the best he can and it’s just great. 


Sometimes he spoils Taehyung by showing him off. 

The younger doesn’t admit it, but then again he doesn’t really need to, the elder just knows Taehyung loves being shown off. Taehyung loves being the meat that is dangled over the swamp filled with hungry crocodiles just barely out of reach.  Taehyung loves dressing up in the most expensive, shortest, showy dresses and furs he can find while his neck and wrist is filled with Tiffany’s most expensive diamonds so everyone can want to fuck him or be him. 

Yoongi makes sure his boy gets his fill of being the flashy boy the world wants to be. 

He shows up to drug trades with Taehyung hanging on his arm, wearing nothing but short leather shorts and a too big Givenchy sweater that hasn’t even hit runways yet. Smirking while everyone stares. Taehyung’s freshly died lilac hair is perfectly done and the Rolex on his wrist cost more than the warehouse they are in but what really matters to him is that everyone stares at Yoongi with envy.

What really matters is that everyone wants Taehyung on their arm too. 

Everyone wants the boy that easily pulls out a knife from the inside of one of his knee-high boots before stabbing it into a bag of cocaine.  Everyone, bosses, and runners alike want Taehyung and it’s obvious as they watch with lust filled eyes while Taehyung takes some of the drugs and snorts it before pouting. 

“It’s not real Yoonie.” 

Yoongi sighs and kisses Taehyung sloppily, making sure everyone gets a good view, and one last minute of wanting the pretty boy, before putting a bullet into everyone’s head. 


Literally, anything Taehyung wants, Yoongi makes sure his prince gets it. 

Taehyung wants the cute dog he saw some lady at the park with? Guess what? Yoongi is using his best informants to find her home and is personally sticking a gun up in her face and stealing the canines. 

It’s how they welcome Min Holly and Kim Soonshim to their home. 


Taehyung wants to walk in Milan’s fashion week? 

Damn right Yoongi is sending out his best hitters to cut off a finger from the main fashion designer’s hand as a warning until his baby is added to the show. 


Anything to see his boy smile that box grin that makes his eyes scrunch up into cute half moons. Anything to hear the way Taehyung happily screams “YOONIE BABE THANK YOU!!!” before he’s showered in kisses by the younger. Anything for the boy that always rides for him and would 100 percent die for him. 

CHRISTOFFER SCHISTAD IMAGINE PART 5

A/N: whelp it’s here thanks for being patient and all hope you like it! i tried to write it in a way so you can see both povs lol. haven’t edited it out yet sorry!!

word count: 1,1k+

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PART 6


Y/N was beyond surprised when Chris asked her out on a date. It didn’t seem like something he would do from what she’d heard of him. She was actually excited, maybe she could finally see what he really was like.

Y/N hadn’t told anyone she’s going on a date with Chris, in case this was just a sick joke of his or if something incredibly terrible happened. She didn’t want to be that girl, yet at least. Even with all her efforts to keep it secret, Noora had somehow found out and had insisted to help Y/N out when it came to picking up and outfit (which was a thing that Vilde would do).

That’s how she had ended up hours before her date, lying on her bed with a pile of clothes on top of her. Noora wanted Y/N to put on something special, meanwhile she just wanted to go out with her ’normal’ clothes on since she didn’t want to look like she was doing too big of an effort.

”Alright, I’ll tell you something that I haven’t told anyone.” Noora said with a knowing look, she knew exactly what to do or say to get your attention on something. You kinda hated her for it, but nodded along signaling her to go on.

”I went on a date with William so that he’d leave Vilde alone, but I think I like him now. I really think I fucked up big time now.” Noora was biting her lip, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her face, she knew there was something going on with them.

”I’m not really that surprised, you two would look great together anyway so just go for it?” Y/N suggested, giving Noora a sympathetic smile. ”Eskild also told me somethings, so if the other girls know something it’s because he told them not me.”

Noora laughed for a bit before mumbling something along the lines of ”damn you Eskild”. Y/N looked at the clock to check on the time, her eyes widening when she saw how much time had passed by already. She quickly got up and looked inside her closet, picking out a pair of jeans and a nice sweater to wear.

”You’re seriously going out like that even after I told you my secret?” Noora groaned, falling on Y/N’s bed.

”Yeah, it’s Chris after all. I don’t except much from a date with him.” Y/N was feeling slightly nervous, but she didn’t want to show it to Noora.

”Well, I guess I better get going now since he’ll probably be here soon. Good luck.” Noora got up and left before you could even say something to her. Y/N sighed and walked up to her mirror to see herself in it, wondering what could have ever drawn Chris to her out of all the girls. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, she gave a quick last glance to the mirror before going to open the door.

”Hi princess.” Chris said with a smug smile once you opened the door.

”You seriously didn’t have to come all the way to the door you know, but hi.”

”You’re not supposed to do this on dates?” He asked, his eyes wide.

Y/N let out a chuckle at his reaction and walked outside closing the door behind her. ”You’re nervous and I must admit I like it, if this date is a total flop I can blackmail you with it.”

”Well look who’s feeling confident in themselves?” He was smirking, making Y/N blush. He found it cute how she went from confident to shy. ”Let’s go.”

—————————————————————

Chris had cheesily enough chosen to take Y/N out on a gaming arcade, but he seemed super stocked so she didn’t say anything.

”What even made you choose this place?” Y/N curiously asked, looking around the arcade. It was almost empty.

”I don’t know. Taking you out for a movie date would be too cliche, taking you out on a dinner date would just be odd and we’d probably be acting all awkward, a picnic would be lame and it’s way too cold outside and I bet 20 bucks that you’d never come in my home for a date because you still think I’m a dick, so this came in my mind and well here we are?” Chris said breathless and went on after a moment ”Fuck did I already ruin it?”

”You’re so awkward, relax it’s fine I was just asking a question.” She gave him a reassuring smile, making Chris relax a bit. ”Seriously though, you’re always like this on dates?”

”Eh, I thought I said before but I always skip the ’dating’ part. You’re the first one who I’ve actually taken out and chased after if we could say that.”

”Oh.” Y/N mumbled, blushing again because, as a matter of a fact, he had said that before.

”Come.” Chris took her hand and dragged her all the way to a dancing game making her rise her eyebrow at him.

”What? It’s a nice game! You should see William trying to play this when he’s drunk.” Chris said letting go of her hand. They both felt a little sad at the loss of contact, but neither said a thing about it.

”I think I can live without seeing it, nice to know what you guys do when you’re drunk.” Y/N said and rolled her eyes. Chris just chuckled before motioning her to come closer to play.

She ended up having a great time and get to know Chris a lot better. He actually wasn’t a total asshole, he was actually nice and sweet and had a great sense of humor, which is always nice. Y/N looked at the time, realizing that they had spent over two hours on that stupid dancing game where he always won.

Chris’ phone vibrated, signaling he had gotten a text message. He sighed and pulled out his phone, his eyebrows furrowing together.

”Fuck, I need to go and pick William up from a party…” He said and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, giving Y/N an apologetic look.

”It’s okay, surprised you skipped a party for this though.” It made her feel quite special actually.

”Well I told you I can be something else than a dick? I’ve got to go though, so bye?” He didn’t know what to say to end it, Y/N quickly picking up on it.

”Goodnight, Christoffer.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off. She felt all warm and fuzzy on the inside and she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but she hoped it was worth it.

Chris on the other hand was left standing there as red as a tomato, his hand on his cheek. He felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm new to the fandom (like I joined three days ago) I was wondering if you could help me recognise the members because it takes me forever to recognise people and I'll feel bad lol Obviously you don't have to if you don't like lol but i love your blog

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Short intros for all:

The first one on the left = Kim Taehyung, or known as V ~ second youngest of BTS and is super sweet, especially towards his family. He has a huge heart and loves puppies and children. He does weird things like makes his own scenarios up and acts it out himself whilst doing laundry. Also the first actor of BTS, you should watch Hwarang.

Moving onto the the guys next to him, that’s Min Yoongi, or also known as Suga/AgustD, he loves to sleep and the members are scared to wake him up. He wrote this song called Let Me Know that I believe you need to check out. (He wrote more but Let me know needs more recognition its so beautiful.) He also produced a song for friend, Suran.

The next guy, known as Car Door Guy, Third Guy From The Left, but his real name is Kim Seokjin, he’s the oldest of BTS but usually acts the youngest - he’s a great cook and has a window wiping laugh. It’s adorable. He carried JK on his back and raised him as his own. His song awake is omg, you need to listen.

Next up we have the Golden Maknae, Jeon Jungkook - he’s good at everything and doesn’t usually act like the youngest but he is. He’s covered a lot of songs on their soundcloud channel, including Paper Hearts, Nothing Like Us etc. Oh and he’s a bunny. How cute.

You see the guy wearing a yellow cap with his hoodie over it? Yeah that’s Bangtan’s leader Kim Namjoon, he’s the sweetest leader and is so down to earth, so incredibly humble and can speak English fluently, his IQ is also 148 so he’s got the looks and the brains, what more could you ask for? He’s also God of Destruction, breaks everything and even injures himself… oh and he cuts onions with the knife upside down and also tries cutting food with the plastic cover over the knife…

The guy with the glasses is Park Jimin, he’s a cute mochi and takes good care of the members, he likes to remind Jungkook that he was born in Busan first and that he wore coloured contacts first too. Jimin is an amazing dancer, with a really sweet voice… he said he’s going to release a cover soon (end of this year) we’ll have to wait and see.

Last but never the least, the sunshine with a big and bright smile. Jung Hoseok, he’s also known and Jhope, he will be your hope. He’s a cute ball of sunshine that needs to be given more attention. People has to stop asking for other members when he’s doing his V broadcasts because istg… He’s so talented, he can dance, sing, rap and produce music. He’s the whole package. He also likes to tell fans that he has important business to attend to during bon voyage ~ 

I hope you learned some things about them. 

Welcome to our very large family ~ please love and respect EVERY member and never leave any of them behind.

oh and thank you!!

anonymous asked:

Hi Optomstudies! I'm an introverted person and I’m okay with that but that means I can be socially awkward at times. I often don't have much to say to people and find it hard to continue conversations or reply enthusiastically and sometimes it takes me a while to think of how to reply ahaha ==’. I’d like to be a bit more like you :) What could I do to change things a bit? Thanks :D

Hello! I’m a bit of an introvert as well, though people usually think I’m an extrovert when I talk to them hahaha It’s true that sometimes you end up not clicking with people even if you try your best to start conversation, but with most people if you try little things, you’ll eventually get them to open up and the conversation flows almost automatically! 

I’m a big believer in honesty though, so I dislike platitudes and pretentiousness in conversation. At the same time, I also dislike when people say things that can be construed as having a double meaning and are offensive in a subtly passive aggressive way, just to set that straight and to somewhat explain the underlying reasoning behind my advice and what I believe in. I’m pretty sure that my advice is generic though, and even I struggle to follow every step when I’m feeling exhausted haha

As an introvert, meeting people drains your energy by definition, but remember that small things you can do don’t really take that much extra energy, especially when you think about it as being a way to make other people feel welcome and appreciated. It’s all a state of mind - there’s no conservation of energy when it comes to the energy to talk to others hahaha I also try and think that every single interaction you have with a person will (generally) make them like you more (provided you are actually talking nicely and being likeable). So whenever I was sitting at home thinking “idk… would it be awkward to suddenly send them a message” I would tell myself this to overcome that little procrastination speedbump. 

Try and compliment people in little ways - honestly and sincerely though! I had this classmate who honestly and truly believes that she is doing a good thing; every morning she saw me (or anyone else) she would try and compliment something about what I was wearing, even if just to say “that’s an interesting pattern you’re wearing today! :)”. I get this approach, and it can definitely cheer people up, make their day. I do believe that she thinks it’s either a way to make the world happier or a part of social convention, and I get that approach. I don’t believe it’s lying at any point either. But when I try and compliment someone, I don’t want to point out something just for the sake of pointing it out; complimenting should be honest and sincere, even when it’s something you wouldn’t wear yourself but the other person pulls it off spectacularly. Too many compliments to every person you see kind of lessens the meaning behind them. 

Try and look happy to see someone - give them a sincere smile, and lift the inflection of your greeting - not just a “hey there”, but a “hey! :)” (much easier for girls, but guys can do it too) Everyone wants to talk to someone that they think wants to listen to them, yourself included right? So even just leaning forward a little bit when you speak to them conveys your interest and appreciation. This is hard to do when you’re feeling emotionally exhausted I know, but you can always take a break :)

Keep asking questions. Kind of an age-old adage now, but everyone’s heard the fact that people love talking about themselves right? So just let them do the hard work. If you don’t have much to say to people, then just ask them and get them to say what they want. On the other hand, also volunteer a little information about yourself after you’ve heard them expound about their experiences. As a talkative person, I absolutely hate it when the other person just continues to grill me with questions, and force me to keep asking “what about you?” Conversation is a two-way street, so I shouldn’t have to prompt you to just say “oh hey me too, I also like _______”. 

Sometimes it’s hard to reply enthusiastically; you might have no idea about the topic someone is really passionate about. This is me with sport honestly lol I am terrible at it and it consequently leads to me tuning out (not on purpose!) when someone starts explaining in depth rules and gameplay. My advice is to maintain eye contact with them and listen attentively, although don’t call me an expert on this particular area. Eventually because you naturally don’t know about a topic, or naturally have no interest, your responses will become answers rather than discussions. Most of the time the other person notices and changes the topic. 

I have met the occasional person who continues to talk your ear off even though your eyes have started to glaze over though (at which point it becomes apparent that the other person has the problem with conversational skills). In that situation, try and change the topic smoothly. Think of something, anything else that is remotely related, and wait for a lull in conversation before asking them “oh btw….” I know it sounds overly simplistic, but it works! Make sure it’s really smooth though - it has to be a slightly related topic, or else the other person might be offended. It’s a way of taking control of the conversation. You can even just stop them and say “okay so what happened at the end?” - this forces them to summarise and cut to the chase. That’s a tip I got from a friend actually. 

That ended up being a bit of an essay hahahaha hope it helps though! ^__^

jason-maryfreakenpoppins-todd  asked:

Hi, I was looking through your blog and it made me curious: I personally don't really know what I believe. Like on one hand I believe that unborn babies are alive as soon as their heart starts beating separate from it's mother's heart. But at the same time, I feel like woman should have that right to choose. I guess what I'm asking is if I am a traditional feminist with prolife values, then where is the middle ground? I'm open minded so you wont scare me away with any of your controversial views

Hi! Thanks for contacting me!

I can definitely see how that can be confusing. First, I want to clarify what you’re saying about the biology of when life begins. Human life actually starts before the heart starts beating - otherwise, how could a heart grow if there was no living, growing, developing organism? At fertilization, a new member of the human species exists with its own genetic code and its own developmental path totally distinct from that of the mother. The mother’s body supplies nutrients and oxygen, but her blood never mixes with her child’s (many mothers and children have different blood types) and her heart does not beat for the child. Starting at fertilization, the child’s cells are growing, dividing, and differentiating to develop the various systems of the body (nervous, cardiovascular, respiratory, etc). The heartbeat begins when the cardiovascular system develops to the point that it needs a pumping heart to distribute nutrients, hormonal signals, and oxygen to the various cells. This happens after about 3 weeks (18-22 days) of life and development within this new organism.

That said, most women don’t know they’re pregnant until around the time the heart starts beating (4-6 weeks after their last menstrual period), so in the majority of cases a child who is intentionally aborted has a beating heart.

Now let’s talk about choice. We all make choices every day. We choose what to wear, what to eat, what to study in school, what to do for a living, and so on. We can also make choices that directly affect other people. All of our choices have consequences, whether those consequences are good, bad, or neutral.

Every law we have restricts our choices in some way. Traffic laws restrict how we operate our cars. Taxes restrict how we spend our money. Regulations restrict how we run businesses. We may debate whether or not these laws are necessary or justified. Other laws, like laws against stealing or killing, restrict choices that would directly harm other people. Most of us can agree that these laws are both justified and necessary for a functioning and peaceful society. If we wanted complete freedom of choice, that would be anarchy. Any government that exists restricts your choices in some way.

The question, then, is whether it is necessary and/or justified to restrict a woman’s choice to have an abortion. To me, the answer to that question lies in whether an abortion directly harms another person. If it does not, then restrictions on abortion would fall into the category of government regulations that are highly debatable and probably an unjustified or unnecessary restriction of our right to choose. If, however, abortion does directly and intentionally harm another person, then a restriction or ban on abortion would fall into the category of laws against stealing or killing, and would therefore be both justified and necessary.

I believe the latter is true. Like you, I believe that abortion kills a living human being. Therefore, our law that already exists banning the intentional and premeditated killing of human beings should also protect preborn human beings. That is, we shouldn’t need a law against abortion. We just need to include preborn human beings as people protected by the law.

This still leaves women with a lot of choices. I just don’t believe anyone has the right to kill another person except in a self-defense situation (which does not describe pregnancy).

Now, I don’t consider myself a feminist. Largely, this is because I don’t want to be associated with what the modern feminist movement has become. However, there are many pro-life feminists who have found a way to balance a concern for women’s rights and welfare with a concern for the lives of the preborn. In fact, many will say that the two can actually go hand-in-hand.

I recommend checking out the following organizations for more on how you can be pro-life and feminist:

Feminists for Life

Feminists for Nonviolent Choices

New Wave Feminists

Secular Pro-Life

Life Matters Journal (@lifemattersjournal)

I know this was a really long answer to your question, so let me know if you need me to clarify anything or if you have any questions! I’m happy to continue this conversation as long as you want to.

oraclic  asked:

I'm not sure if this ask is good enough but maybe a scenario about Bad Boy!Oikawa and a person he's so interested in, but his charms don't work on them, they're oblivious, and they always seem unimpressed (they secretly like him back but do a great job hiding it from him). Sexual tension would be great but you can avoid NSFW if you want! I picked Oikawa bc I thought it'd be interesting to see him chasing someone so hard, feel free to swap characters if you want! Thanks ❤︎

Holy moly this ended up WAY longer than I planned and a whole lot more serious without much NSFW or even sexual tension but hope you enjoy it nonetheless!


She remembers him from high school, he can tell by the look of shock on her face. He can’t really blame her though. Anyone from those days would be surprised to see Oikawa Tooru, former pretty boy of the Abojosai volleyball team, sporting an arm sleeve tattoo, a lip piercing and wearing ripped jeans.

Pushing away from the wall, he approaches, stride steady, a confident smirk on his face. But just before he meets her eyes again, a girl interjects herself between them. Tooru’s former tendency to indulge his fans exerts itself immediately, old habits do die hard, and by the time he’s done with her the object of his initial focus is gone.

Clicking his tongue, Oikawa shifts his gaze over the crowded frat house. There’s people everywhere, the semester kickoff party in high gear. Finally, he spots her on the dance floor and goodness can she move that body! She’s grinding up on some dude who looks about ready to cum in his pants. Oikawa is openly staring at her, willing her to make eye contact but she’s either completely oblivious or completely uninterested because she never once loses her focus on her dance partner.

And Oikawa decides right then he wants that attention on him. Sure, he’s always been a bit of an attention whore, but who could blame him coming from the environment he did back in high school? Other than Iwaizumi of course.

His eyes stay riveted on her, still moving fluidly, sexily, and fuck now he’s got a tent in his pants just from watching her! Then again, it’s been a while since Oikawa has had any action of the bedroom variety. Just because his team is rough and tough doesn’t mean they don’t work hard.

Terushima makes certain of it.

Oikawa laughs a bit to himself thinking back on their first official meeting. He’d only ever seen the guy at tournaments, his team loud and flashy, but horribly erratic. Then something happened that shifted his focus and in addition to having fun, he got smarter. His whole team got smarter.

And now he’s Oikawa’s captain.

Shaking his head, Oikawa zeroes back in on her. She’s still dancing, smiling with sultry eyes and moving her hips just so.

She can feel his gaze on her, its intensity rippling over her skin like electricity but she remains focused. He’s not going to have things go his way, not tonight. Because she’s in control and he’ll just have to deal with it. The song ends and she leans up, pecking her dance partner quickly on the cheek. He goes to make a move but she shies away, giggling, “That was fun, thanks for the dance,” then she’s absorbed into the crowd but not without stealing a glance at Oikawa only to find him still looking right at her.

Damn. Well, she almost made it without giving him a piece of the attention he craved.

And it’s only wet his appetite for more.

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stephisdrowningfast  asked:

My duuude u still do requests?? IF SO, can u do RFA reacting to MC in a coma?? (Maybe MC waking up after like so long) sorry if I'm bothering 😅

 I’ve never stopped trying to trick people into requesting my crappy writing. God. I’m so sorry. I got so excited about this request I monologued again. Oopies. Oh well. And trust me you’re not bothering me in the slightest. Enjoy, please! And be sure to request more. 

[[ I’ll add Saeyoung later. I’m really beat and wanna post this anyway :))]]


● • · Jumin · • ●

  • Jumin and You had been out and about on one of his rare days off shopping and such for the next big event, Chairman Han had arranged for your recently announced engagement. 
  • “Jumin I don't think we had to buy all the dresses for one event.”
  • “But you looked so lovely in each of them, how was I too chose?
  • You hated when he said it so bluntly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world…
  • “Still…” you started stopping after feeling a hand on your shoulder spinning you around to face him. A serious look gracing his features…
  • “I wish to give you the world if you wish it, _____. A few dresses are nothing but the start of it.”
  • “THats not what I want, Jumin. I just want you.” You gave him one of your trademark grins that melted him deep in the core
  • “Then so be it, Mrs. Han.”
  • “Jum-”
  • “Mr. Han” A new voice intruded your conversation taking you by surprise. You had gotten used to it being just the two of you, Jumin had rented out the entire store for your convenience and you being escorted by his bodyguards to the car. 
  • “Yes” He said looking clearly angered by the newcomer the bodyguards’ parting way so he could take a good look at him. 
  • “May I help you?”
  • “Yes, you can.” He was shaking dressed in a well-do suit you noted everyone in Jumins’ circle dressed as so it took you by surprise to see his disposition. Sure Jumin was intimidating but not this much.
  • “Jumin I think we should go.” You said placing a hand on his arm hoping to communicate the obvious discomfort circulating through your veins. 
  • He shushed you, clearly not reading the situation correctly.
  • “By…” He shouted as he reached into his bulging coat pocket only to be tackled to the ground by security. 
  • “See ___? Nothing to worry about” he trailed off noticing your hand was off arm. 
  • Looking around puzzled ignoring the shouting man and the grunts of the bodyguards to find your crumpled form on the ground.
  • Panic rising, he immediately knelt beside you turning you over to see your closed eyes face. Not seeing any cause he brushed back your hair to see the large gash from where your face had made contact with the ground. Hands shaking.
  • “______!”
  • “Someone call the damn hospital. “ 
  • “Hold on, _____. Hold on…!”
  • “Mr.Han?” 
  • “Yes? Any news?”
  • “I’m afraid despite our best efforts. Miss.____ has slipped into a coma for an unknown amount of time due to the head injury,”
  • “It’It was just a tiny scratch. What do you mean head injury?”
  • “It caused bleeding in her brain leading to her body in defense to slip into a coma, sir. Outlook is neither good nor bad. Head injuries are very unpredictable.”
  • “Unpredictable?”
  • “Yes, see-”
  • “I don’t care. You’re a doctor, I’m paying you to fix it.”
  • “Sir? Its not that simple.”
    “Yes, it is. Money is no object so make no mistake either you fix it or I’ll find someone who can.”
  • “Sir..!” He looked taken back at his brisk attitude
  • “And make no mind its Mrs.Han to you, understand?” He looked at him with an icy glare.
  • He turned around thinking…
  • “I’ll keep my promise _____. I’ll be yours till you wake up and forever after…”


● • · Zen · • ●

  • “A coma?”
  • “Yes were very sorry sir but due to complications from swelling from the accident. We had to medically induce the coma in hopes it went down. 
  • “She was wearing a helmet. We both were.” He protested sitting straight up.
  • “Yes but in this case, while it protects her from fatal injuries, it did cause some problems. See when she hit the ground-”
  • His ears simply allowed white noise to wash over him as he put his face into hands and begin choking out sobs as the previous events flashed through his mind.
  • “ZENNNY!” 
  • “What, babe?”
  • “Not so fast, please.”
  • “Faster? Sure.
  • “Zennnnn!!” 
  • He chuckled at your groans and allowed the motorbike to slow as they approached the red light.
  • It had taken weeks to convince you to ride with him having the picture of him riding with his best girl ever engraved in his mind since he started riding. You had been hesitant due to fear of falling off. But he had met your concerns with a big grin and said…
  • “I’ll just have to catch you then, princess.” Pinching your cheeks.
  • So after late night practice, he had found himself with a perfect excuse to take a ride with you. Roads were clear and morning rehearsal was canceled.
  • “Ouch!” He groaned feeling harsh tugging at his ponytail.
  • “THats for going so fast!” You said in his ear, wiggling closer to him. 
  • “Oh, you said slower I could have sworn.” 
  • “You know what I meant” 
  • Well apologies then, princess.”
  • You simply giggled. 
  • The light turned green and he begins to gain speed as he accelerated forward. 
  • “Hold on tight, Bab-”
  • A stray car barrelled forward through the red light horn blaring catching his attention as he swerved to avoid it. Turning his bike into the deserted sidewalk.
  • “ZENN!” You screamed behind him as he hit the curb causing you to fly forward onto the ground. 
  • Hands atomically attempted to find you as he attempted to twist your body to catch you from making contact with the ground the last ditch effort but it was in vain as you spiraled away from him.
  • He heard a crunch as his arm that was outstretched towards you snapped. Vision blackening due to the pain.
  • Groaning he heard people coming out stores surrounding as he came to, looking for you, he held his arm pushing himself up finding you eyes closed chest barely moving your body bunched together.
  • “Babe” He rasped out.
  • Ablumbalnces rang behind him as he felt his conciseness slipping back into the black.
  • Tears fell down his face as the memories faded out.
  • “I’m so sorry, _____. I didn’t catch you.”


● • · Yoosung · • ●

  • “Yoosung I’m going to lay down. I have a major headache. You said leaning against the doorframe slightly dizzy.
  • “Okay ___!” He called half listening as he began a new quest in LOLOLOL.
  • [8hrs later.]
  • “Done! Yeahhh!” He shouted triumphally voice echoing across the empty living room after many hours of raiding he finally achieved a new armor that he had talked about since Monday. 
  • Looking at the clock, he winced noticing the time. 3:00am? It had been 8hrs since he had last seen you. He suddenly remembered about your headache rushing from his computer, he swiped the aspirin bottle making way to your bedroom.
  • “______….?” He whispered letting the door creak open surprised to see the bed empty and the bath water running, confusion dulled his senses in why you were bathing at 3 am. Crossing the bedroom in easy strides. He rapped on the door attempting some attempt to catch your attention. Noticing the soggy carpet seeping through his socks made the alarm bells go off in his mind. Flinging open the door the bathroom floor was covered with icy water your body in the middle of the room face up as your hair floated in the freestanding water. 
  • Ignoring the still flowing water he swooped down to you cradling you.
  • “______? _____?!?!” He shook your freezing body in an attempt in to wake you fumbling for his phone in his hoodie almost dropping in the water filled room. 
  • “911, what is your emergency?”
  • …..
  • He paced around the waiting room, the entire RFA surrounded him. All voicing their concern for you. 
  • “ Miss. ____’s  family?
  • “How is she, Doctor???” He raced for the doctor eyes wild.
  • “I’m afraid, Miss.____ had a hyperglycemia episode that’s what cause her to pass out…” He paused looking at Yoosung’s lost face.
  • “That’s from her diabetes right?”
  • “Yes her blood sugar was dangerously high. The cause unknown should have shown signs…”
  • “It did. She said she had a headache.” Feeling guilt aching in him. LOLOLOL feeling utterly silly right now.
  • “Well she should have paid more attention to that, nevertheless she suffered from that and very low body temperatures…”
  • He spaced out feeling hollow, he should have checked on her or at least removed his headset. How long were you lying there?
  • “Resulting in a coma even though we regulated her blood sugar and body temperature. She may not wake up.”
  • He crumpled in half guilt making him choke out sobs at this blocking out everything. 
  • ______, I’m so sorry. 


L o v e,

M o c h i

So as some of you may know, I have a very elaborate headcanon about Jack and Bitty’s future kids and their lives, etc, etc. It’s all very cute and there’s only a little bit of angst.

But Shitty and Lardo.

Shitty and Lardo didn’t expect to have kids. It’s not that they didn’t want them; it’s more that they didn’t need them. They’re perfectly happy playing the role of cool aunt and uncle to everyone else’s kids. They’re living in Boston; Shitty’s a full-time Human Rights lawyer, part-time sports lawyer (for select clients only); and Lardo is running a gallery. All of their friends have already had their kids and they’re in their mid-30s. At this point they just don’t see it happening, and that’s cool. They’re not expecting kids, the kids just come to them. 

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Beating the Odds (part 1)

Here you go. First date fluff for moreid shippers.

“Hey, Reid!”

The messy-haired genius looked up from his desk. The day was almost over. Spencer just had to finish a bit of paperwork before he could pack up and go home.

Emily sat down on the edge of his desk and revealed two movie tickets.

“They’re showing Alfred Hitchcock on the big screen tonight. The Birds and Psycho. Want to join me?”

Spencer frowned apologetically.

“Sorry, I kind of already have plans.”

Emily raised her eyebrows.

“Oh? Doing what, genius?”

Reid looked around the bullpen to see if anyone was within earshot, then leaned in closer to Prentiss.

“I, er, have a date.” He looked up to see Emily’s shocked expression.

“What!?”

“Shh!” Spencer motioned for her to be quiet.

“A- sorry.” she apologized.

Emily searched the room to see if anyone had overheard. No one took any notice, except Morgan, who was looking their way with a puzzled expression.

She looked back down at Reid who was fidgeting with embarrassment.

“Who are you going with?”

Reid paused and shifted nervously in his seat. He couldn’t tell her the truth. He would have to make somebody up.

“Someone, I, uh, met at a coffee shop.”

“Oh yeah?” He was obviously lying. Seriously, Emily didn’t see why anyone even tried to lie to each other at work anymore. They were all profilers. They knew the difference between the truth and a lie.

Spencer shifted in his seat, hoping Emily wouldn’t see through his lie. Unfortunately the look on her face said she did. Reid silently pleaded with her not to ask anymore questions.

“Okay, kid.” she said after a moment. “You better tell me how it goes, got it?”

Spencer smiled and nodded as Emily got up from his desk.

“I’m going to go see if Morgan wants to come. He’s not as big a horror fan as you, but he’ll do.”

Spencer blushed and turned back to his work. He tried hard to focus on the papers in front of him, but he couldn’t help overhearing his coworkers’ conversation.

“Movie night?”

“What, Reid can’t go?”

“Nope. Says he’s busy.”

“Busy doing what? Watching Star Trek?’

“Ha, yeah, probably.”

There was a pause, and Reid could tell Morgan was zipping up his bag.

“So, want to go?”

Morgan sighed.

“Sorry, Emily, I can’t.”

“What? Come on.”

He laughed.

“I know. But I promised my sister I would Skype her tonight.”

Emily looked defeated.

“So I bought two tickets for nothing?”

Morgan smiled.

“Looks like it. Unless you get Hotch to go with you.”

Emily scoffed.

“Yeah, right.”

Spencer went back to his paperwork as the two agents started talking about something else. He was so focused on his work that he barely heard Morgan say goodbye to him. He looked up at his best friend who was grinning down at him.

“See you later, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer’s cheeks burned at the nickname, and he said good night to his two friends. They walked out of the bullpen together as Spencer turned back to his desk. A few minutes later Spencer stacked his finished paperwork in a neat pile and started packing his messenger bag.

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat as he thought about his date in the elevator ride down to his car. He was extremely nervous, even though he knew the other person well. He tended to mess up dates. Whether he started rambling about statistics or Star Wars, the other person always lost interest in him by the end of the night. He hoped tonight would be different.

At his apartment, Spencer fumbled around his closet for something to wear. They were going to a nice place, so he couldn’t be too casual. Although, according to his friends, Spencer didn’t know how to be casual. His wardrobe mainly consisted of button downs and suits. He had a few t-shirts and sweaters, but he mainly wore those around his apartment.

After a while of staring at all his clothes, he decided what he was wearing would have to do. He went to his bathroom and observed himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, as always, and he looked tired. He checked his watch. He was supposed to be at the restaurant in fifteen minutes, so there was no time to freshen up. He sighed and walked back into his living room and grabbed his wallet and keys. His nerves started to build up in his stomach as he drove, but Spencer tried to be positive. This wouldn’t be like all the other dates. This one would be different.

Morgan sat down at the table for two and unbuttoned his blazer. He didn’t usually dress up, but this was a pretty fancy place. He didn’t know why he suggested this place to Reid. Maybe he wanted to show the kid he wasn’t all talk. They had been flirting for years, always joking around, so when Derek actually asked Spencer out, the genius thought he had been kidding.

Morgan wanted to make sure Spencer knew he was serious. He had liked the kid since they first met, but he hadn’t come to terms with his feelings until a few months ago, when Spencer almost died of anthrax. That event made him realize he couldn’t function without the boy-genius by his side.

Derek looked up when he heard Spencer’s voice at the front of the restaurant. He smiled as the kid rounded the corner, following a waitress.

“Here you are. Your server will be right with you.”

“Thank you.” Morgan said as Reid sat opposite him. Morgan could tell the younger man was nervous, but he had no reason to be.

“Hey.” he said.

Spencer looked up at Derek and smiled.

“Hey-hi. You look… nice.”

Morgan laughed.

“Thanks, so do you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to wear, so I didn’t really change. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s fine, kid. You look good.”

Spencer blushed and looked down at his plate.

“Hi there! I’m Alice, I’ll be your server tonight.”

Alice handed them both a menu and smiled.

“Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Chardonnay. For both of us.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back with those!”

The two men looked through the menu as they waited for their drinks.

“Did you know, that the origin of Chardonnay used to be widely debated? Most historians believed it was derived from France along with Pinot noir, but vineyard owners in Syria said it came from the Middle East. And still others believed it originated in Cyprus. Now, however, DNA has concluded that the Romans-”

Reid paused abruptly and blushed.

“Sorry, I’m rambling.”

Morgan chuckled.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Spencer’s blush deepened as their server brought them the Chardonnay.

As the night progressed, Spencer started to relax. He didn’t know if it was because he was comfortable around Derek, or the wine, or both, but when they finally got their food, Spencer was actually enjoying himself.

“Okay,” Derek spoke up again after they both had a few bites of their dinner.

“Favorite modern movie.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why does it have to be modern?”

“Because knowing you, your favorite movie is probably some obscure, black and white film.”

Spencer frowned.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it ‘obscure’,”

Morgan laughed.

“Yeah okay, still. Would I know it?’

Reid thought for a moment.

“Probably not.”

“Exactly.”

Spencer smirked and tried to think of a movie within the set parameters.

“Hmm… I really like 2001 Space Odyssey.”

“2001 Space Odyssey?”

Spencer nodded.

“Dude, that movie’s terrible.”

“What? No it’s not!”

“Yeah it is.” Morgan chuckled as Spencer pouted.

“It’s really boring.”

“No it isn’t! It’s about the mystery behind the origins of humanity, and the various ways life has, and will, evolve.”

Derek rolled his eyes.

“Okay, genius. Whatever. I bet you that my favorite movie is one hundred times more interesting than that.”

“Oh really?” Spencer smirked.

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

Morgan paused for a moment before speaking.

“Ocean’s 11.”

Reid scowled.

“Ocean’s- are you serious?”

“Yeah I’m serious! That’s the best action-heist movie there is.”

Spencer shook his head as he took another sip of wine.

“Of course you would like that movie.”

“Well yeah. It’s freaking awesome!”

“It’s really not.”

Morgan sighed.

“Whatever nerd. I guess we just have different taste in movies.”

“We have different taste in a lot of things.”

Derek raised an eyebrows.

“So?”

“Well,” Reid fumbled for the right words.

“Research shows that two people are more compatible if they share similar traits and interests. And-and you and I like different things. For instance, I love chess, while you love football. I’m introverted and you’re highly extroverted. We don’t  like the same movies, or watch the same television shows, or enjoy the same leisurely activities…”

Reid paused and looked up at Derek who had an exasperated expression on his face.

“So, what? You don’t think we will be compatible? Reid we’ve known each other for four years. We’ve been friends for just as long, and we’ve been flirting half that time.”

Spencer gulped and looked down at his food.

“Kid, if you don’t think we’re compatible, then why did you even agree to come tonight?”

Spencer licked his lips and looked back up at the man he had slowly fallen in love with. He couldn’t let his worries come between them, especially not now.

“Because,” he started. “I want to be compatible with you. I know the odds about couples with dissimilar interests. But I want to beat the odds with you, Derek.”

Derek’s heart swelled at Reid’s words. He smirked down at his plate.

“Yeah, me too.”

Spencer’s eyes crinkled as he grinned at Morgan. He was so cute, Derek thought.

“So, since we are interested in different things, what are some things we both enjoy?”

Spencer licked his lips and thought a moment before he started listing all the things they had in common.

The rest of the night went smoothly. They both made jokes and told stories that each of them hadn’t heard before. By the end of the evening, Spencer was content, but his nerves started to come back as the two of them walked to their cars. They stopped in front of Spencer’s car, and the genius held his breath as Morgan stepped closer to him.

“I had a good time.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“We should do this again, Pretty Boy.”

Reid’s cheeks flushed red as he nodded.

Derek smirked as Reid avoided eye contact.

“What? You nervous?”

Spencer looked up at Derek and narrowed his eyes. Before he thought twice about his actions, Spencer leaned in and met Morgan’s lips with his own. The kiss was quick, chaste, but Derek would never forget it. When he opened his eyes Spencer was already unlocking his car, his face and neck bright red.

Derek chuckled to himself as Reid got into his car.

“'Night, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer looked up, blush slowly fading from his face. He smiled as Derek turned and walked to his own car.

“Goodnight.”

Because I’m a people-pleaser at heart (and because these characters won’t stop bugging me), here’s some more punk!Percy and girly!Annabeth in a college setting.

You can read the other thing I wrote here


He was sitting next to Taylor Swift. 

Okay, not actual real-life Taylor Swift (he’d probably get mauled by her crazy, obnoxious fans if he ever got that chance), but she’s got the blonde, princess hair and girly fashion sense. She was wearing a shirt and skirt with the same flower pattern. 

And, okay, maybe the girl sitting next to him didn’t really even look like TSwift all that much except for the hair, but cut him some slack. It was 8:30 AM on a Tuesday morning and the chem lab TA was waaaaay too chipper and awake and happy for this early hour. 

Why did signing up for this lab seem like a good idea again?

“For your safety, you’ll need to wear goggles in lab. Also long shirt sleeves and long pants and close-toed shoes.” At this, the TA looked over to the Taylor Swift sitting next to him, who was not wearing any of those things. 

“I’m sorry,” Taylor Swift replied coolly, “I was under the assumption that we weren’t doing any of the actual experimentation today, so I decided to dress as I normally would in 80 degree weather.” 

“Right, but I’m saying to be sure to dress appropriately in future weeks. Starting from next week.” 

“Duly noted.”

“Anyways,” the TA continued, “labs will be done in pairs, so please take some time to get to know the person who’s sharing the same lab bench as you.” 

At this, Taylor Swift and Percy looked at each other. Percy grinned in a way that he hoped was friendly and not sleepy or mocking or dopey looking. People tended to get the wrong impression with him. He couldn’t imagine why.

“Hi, I’m Annabeth.” So, not Taylor Swift. 

“Percy.”

“I love your industrial piercing,” Annabeth said.

Percy raised an eyebrow; she didn’t seem like the type who knew what that was.

“I’ve been meaning to get one for a while now, but I can’t seem to get the nerve. Or the funds.” 

“The piercing itself didn’t hurt that badly–”

“Really? You’re not just saying that as a look-at-me-I’m-a-dude-and-I-can’t-feel-pain-because-I’m-not-a-girl thing?” 

“My ear did throb for hours afterwards. And it wouldn’t stop bleeding for about a week.” 

Annabeth shuddered. “Well, you’re just making it sound more and more appealing.” 

“It’s not that bad, I promise. Or, at least, not as bad as getting a tattoo on your spine.”

“What do you have on your spine?” 

“I–it was a stupid decision, made in the early hours of the morning.” Percy loved his spine tattoo, but there was a reason that it wasn’t easily visible. He liked to keep that one to himself. 

“Anyways,” Percy said as they were gathering their things and leaving lab, “I’m pretty much on a first name basis with the piercer in Union Square, so if you ever get to screwing your courage in a sticking place, let me know, and I’m pretty sure I can talk him into giving you that friends and family discount.” 

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, “I might take you up on that offer.” 

She gestured towards the opposite direction that Percy was headed. “Well, I’m going to the engineering building, so I’ll see you next week?” 

“Yeah, sure. Do you wanna exchange numbers so we can contact each other in case we have questions about the lab write-ups?” 

“The lab write-ups that aren’t due in at least two weeks?” Annabeth said, digging around in her backpack to find her phone. 

Percy tried not to be too obviously embarrassed as he exchanged his Android in a beat-up black case for her pristine iPhone.

“You a fan of owls or something?” Percy deflected, gesturing towards her owl print backpack and phone case. 

“I have a tattoo of one on the base of my neck.” She turned around and lifted her hair so Percy could see. Percy couldn’t help but notice how good she smelled. Like lemons and mint and something sweet he couldn’t place. “It didn’t hurt that badly.” 

“Okay, your tattoo is tiny. Mine goes up and down my entire spine.” 

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Say whatever will help you sleep at night, buddy.” 

“I’ll see you next week, Annabeth,” Percy called over his shoulder as he turned to leave.

“See ya.” 

Percy groaned as he realized he’d have to be up at 8:30 again, doing stupid shit like dissolving table salt and then evaporating it and calling that “chemistry.” 

Well, at least his lab partner was entertaining.  

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  • Eren has spent the last few weeks denying a worsening vision problem. When his best friend, Levi, narrowly saves Eren from walking into a lamp post on the way home from college, the teen finds himself frogmarched to the nearest opticians, where he is declared short-sighted.
  • Eren: By all rights I shouldn't even be here. I'm in the prime of life.
  • Levi: You're in the prime of idiocy.
  • Eren: Hey!
  • Levi: How much longer were you going to pretend you're not bat-shit blind?
  • Eren: It's not that bad.
  • Levi: Really? (steps back, raises a hand) How many fingers am I holding up?
  • Eren: (squinting, shuffling closer)
  • Levi: Yeah. As I thought. (walks back into view, middle finger raised, chuckles at Eren's affronted expression)
  • Eren: Dunno why I'm friends with you.
  • Levi: Dunno why you're not picking out some specs. It's what we're here for.
  • Eren: Okay! Here we go... (picks the nearest pair- an ugly tortoisehell brown) How do I look?
  • Levi: (speechless)
  • Eren: Is that a good silence... or?(squints at his face in a mirror, frowning) Levi? I need your input. (coughs) I kinda can't see them. Or my face.
  • Levi: Shit.(trying not to laugh) Have you tried squinting harder?
  • Eren: Hey! This is serious, alright. I need your help.
  • Levi: Yeah, hang on. (pulls out his phone)
  • Eren: What're you doing?
  • Levi: (takes a photo of Eren's confused expression) Capturing evidence. (plucks the offensive glasses from Eren's face) so you know what I saved you from.
  • Eren: So show me where the 'cool' glasses are.
  • Levi: I can do better than that. Stay here. (Levi leaves, spending longer picking out Eren's glasses than anything he ever buys for himself)
  • Levi: These. (tucking the frames atop Eren's ears, falls in awestruck silence)
  • Eren: Levi...? (squinting angrily) Are you trying not to laugh again?
  • Levi: No.
  • Eren: Do I look stupid?
  • Levi: No. Hell no. You look...
  • Eren: What is it? You sound weird.
  • Levi: These glasses really suit you.
  • Eren: Guess I owe you one.
  • Levi: You owe me twice. 'Cause I saved you from walking into things.
  • Eren: Hah. So, is there anything you need?
  • Levi: Don't wear contacts.
  • Eren: ...I can do that.
The Ghost show tonight was amazing! 9/23/16
  • I don't know what to do with myself right now I'm still shaking and it was like 2 or so hours ago.
  • Fuuck! If you get a chance to meet them after the show, DO IT. You must. I met everyone out of costume, even Alpha.
  • I'm so content with life right now and that's never happened to me haha. Best night of my life? Why yes, yes it is.
  • I want to see them again ASAP.
  • Earth has a mustache similar to Johnny Depp, so there's that. 🌚😍
  • Air has fucking dreads or some shit. And Mist is the prettiest blonde ghuleh I've seen. Ugh.
  • All of them are so cute and nice. Why are they PERFECT?! I legit talked to Papa and Mist for idk 30 mins each. Papa didn't want to leave us, even though they had to head out right after just to make the TX show tomorrow.
  • I asked him all the questions I could think to ask on the spot. Like which members are vegetarians (like me) and he answered, "3. Um, drums, keys..and guitar." He also said he wishes he were vegetarian but his eating habits are "childish" haha. I told him that's okay! 😂
  • I got 3 hugs from Papa and he just doesn't break eye contact. Like, if I were more sober, I would have looked away but gosh..how do you not get lost in those eyes?? He also smelled really fucking good. If you've ever smelled Acqua di Gio cologne..that's exactly what he was wearing! I know, because it's my favorite. I can detect it a mile away lol.
  • I'm trying to type this all out before bed so I'll remember everything tomorrow so bare with me!
  • So it was really cute when Aether (old Water) and Earth came back out of the bus, because Aether/Water had a gold sharpie with him to sign things, but left me with it. And when Air came out and signed things, he gave the sharpie back to me so I just kept it like ok it's mine now, thanks. 😩😭💖 *licks sharpie*
  • And when Aether/Water met me I introduced myself and asked his name he told me it was ___ and I was like oh, what do you play in the band?? And he said "it's a secret." 😆😍 that accent kiiiiillls me.
  • He also held my hand?? Like I was going in for a handshake and he used his other hand so he just held mine like WHAT A CUTIE!
  • Also, Mist was being secretive too, I asked her if she's permanent with the band now and she said she couldn't say. I asked her if she's also from Sweden (I didn't detect an accent) and she said "I'm from Ghost" and I said "ohhh..haha I see what you did there" and she laughed like..iiii can't tell youuu. 🌚😂 She said she was pleasantly surprised that the fans were so welcoming to her! Aww 💘
  • I feel like Papa really was interested in meeting every* single* fan that stayed to meet them outside the bus. He was genuinely there for us. I even left and came back because he was still there. I told him I was planning on bringing them all some American Halloween candy but I figured it'd be too sweet for them. He said "Ironically, you're exactly right! It is much too sweet for me to enjoy." And I was like ahh 😍 lmao I'm trash.
  • That's also when he hugged me 2 more times because he had to go. Like, he initiated the hugging because I was content with the one hug lol. But I gladly took the others. 😛 And his eye contact when I was talking just made me feel special. Lol I love them so much!
  • If you read this far, wow I salute you! 💖👻 I'll post pictures and videos soon.

anonymous asked:

Hey:) so this last couple of weeks I've Been depressed for the first time in my entire live. I'm normally a really smart but I've had some not really "bad" marks, u know, but absolutely confidence-destroyer ones in all my finals, and I feel like a failure. I feel like crying all the time and I'm stupidly ashamed of myself, and I'm so scared cause I don't even know WHY I got those marks. I studied more than ever. I'm terrified I'm getting stupid. So, cheer me up, please? Sterek fluff or anything

[aw no anon! your finals don’t define you okay? a bad grade is just a bad grade, you’re not getting stupid, you’re just having a really rough time right now. i hope you feel better, have some sterek winter fluff]

Stiles knows he isn’t the most graceful of people, which is why he gets the job at the hot chocolate booth for the Beacon Hills Ice Skating rink, pouring rich steamy cups of chocolate for the good people of the town looking for some holiday fun. Allison’s skating about gracefully, blowing her whistle at kids who are going too fast and then stopping to help a girl with her spin technique.

Scott shows up at the hot chocolate booth, rubbing his hands together, his breath steaming up in the cold winter air. He plops down a five dollar bill but Stiles shoves it back at him. 

“What did I tell you, your money’s no good here. Plus, this stuff is all watered down and nasty, can’t believe you’re willing to pay for this,” Stiles says, pouring Scott a cup.

“Two cups,” Scott says, grinning. He looks over at Allison, laughing brightly in the rink.

Stiles rolls his eyes, but he gives them extra whipped cream and even shakes some cinnamon on top. He watches Scott wave Allison over, handing her the chocolate, beaming. 

Scott helps her take off her skates and is massaging her feet, and then they’re cooing at each other and giving each other Eskimo kisses, and Stiles has to look away. Ugh. Cuteness. He’s blatantly reminded of his own singleness, and great, even more couples holding hands, skating together, being adorable. 

“Stiles! Watch the rink for a few minutes?” Allison asks. “Scott and I are going for a walk.”

“Sure, a walk,” Stiles says, but he agrees anyways. “Do I get the whistle?” 

Allison laughs and hands him the bright whistle on a lanyard. “You probably won’t need it, just make sure no one is causing trouble.”

And it’s fine. Stiles watches the rink from the chocolate booth. He waves at Boyd at the skate rental, who gives him a sarcastic wave back and goes back to outfitting a new group, what looks like a family of all sisters, with skates. 

Stiles flips through a novel he brought for awhile, keeping an eye out on the rink. 

There’s a kid scooping up the scraped icy bits and throwing them at his friend, which is against the rules. “Hey!” Stiles shouts at him. “Stop that!” 

The boy doesn’t pay attention, continuing to— is that the beginnings of a snowman? This won’t do.

Stiles leaves the chocolate booth, stepping out onto the ice. It’s slippery in his sneakers, but he walks over to the kid anyways. “Hey, no throwing snow,” Stiles demands, but any authority he has is undermined by the fact that he slips on the ice, falling backward. 

Instead of falling on his ass like he expects, Stiles is grabbed from behind by someone very warm and solid, and he blinks up to see a curious set of green-gray eyes looking back at him. 

His rescuer is ridiculously hot, and staring.

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It's a Twin Thing : Harry Styles

Rose is a High School student in her senior year. She’s head cheerleader, has good grades, and the hottest boyfriend, the school’s badboy, Harry Styles. But when Harry finds out his nerdy twin brother Marcel fancies Rose, what will Harry do to help out his brother?

‘Babe, I can’t come over tonight. I have lots of studying to do, and you should have too.’ Rose was adamant she wasn’t going to Harry’s, but she knew he would wear her down. She did her best not to cave, but she could already feel herself slipping. 

'But my mom and dad are outta town babe, I have the whole house to myself. Well Marcel will be there, but you know what he’ll be doing.’ Harry knew exactly what he’d be doing, getting laid. Tonight was the night that his brother would finally become a man. No more of this dorky, virgin shit. He would finally be on par with Harry. Girls would chuck themselves at him. They already did, because he was a good looking guy, but he always pushed them away. 'So what do you say? I’ll make it worth your while.’ He sucked at her neck, knowing it would wear her down.

'Uh okay then, but if I fail any of my exams, you will work hard to keep me in the lap of luxury for the rest of my life.’ She blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she walked away.

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Harry and Marcel were identical twins. If they dressed the same and had the exact same hair, you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart. But Harry was very stylish, ripped skinny jeans, leather jackets, and vest tops or band tees were his style. Marcel on the other hand was a sweater vest, long sleeved shirt kinda guy.

'So is Rose coming tonight then?’ Marcel asked. He was totally in love with her. She was beautiful, and really nice to him. And not just because he was Harry’s brother. She had a real warmth about her, and she always smelt really good. Harry drove his truck back to their house, not taking his eyes off the road once.

'Yeah she will be. Don’t worry Mar, it won’t be awkward, you just do your thing. You’re getting laid kid, at least look happy about it.’ He pulled into the drive and parked up his truck. He climbed out and went into the house, setting his coat on the rack and kicking off his shoes. 'Wanna order takeout? I’m starving, and you’re gonna need your energy’ Harry chuckled.

Marcel shut the door behind him, hanging up his jacket, and placing his and Harry’s shoes into the closet. He then took out his phone, scrolling the various numbers for takeaways. ‘What are you wanting? Indian, Chinese, pizza? I have loads of numbers..’

'Let’s do pizza, don’t want gas or anything. I’ll order it, you go and get ready. You know what you’re wearing right? I’ve hung it all in one end of my closet. Now go and scrub yourself, and no slicking your hair back. And remember, put in your contacts, you can’t wear your glasses. Now go.’

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Rose arrived at Harry’s. She’d received the text to just go straight in and up to his room. He really better make this worth while, she was missing valuable studying time. She walked into the house, and immediately heard Marcel in the front room. He was always watching TV when she came over, making himself scarce, and out of the way so he wouldn’t hear anything. ‘Hey Marcel!’ she called out. She was greeted with a grunt. Odd. He usually came out to see if she needed anything, or just to chat to her. Maybe he was just nervous about his big night? She put her bag down and took off her shoes, leaving them by the stairs and climbing the stairs to his room.

Harry was coming out of the toilet and making his way back to his room when he saw her. For some reason he just stood there, and didn’t say a word. She looked at him, not really knowing what to do. Was there something on her face? All of a sudden, he raced to her, kissing her deeply. He’d just brushed his teeth, and his minty breath invaded her mouth. It was a nice experience, and she knew that this would be a good night. 

She stepped back and opened up her long jacket, revealing a sexy lacy red bra, panties and stocking set. ‘I put on your favorite underwear, and I decided to save time and leave the rest of my clothes at home’ she said, turning, dropping her coat and walking into Harry’s room. He followed her and watched her set herself down on the bed. She laid back and propped herself up against the pillows. Running her hands down her body she looked at him and said ‘Do you want to watch me touch myself baby?’

He was panting, and he ran his hands through his hair. He nodded and climbed onto the bed, setting himself back on his heels. She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing and pulling the cups down to reveal two perfectly round breasts. She pinched at her hardening nipples, soft moans tumbling from her mouth. She moved her right hand down to her panties, and pulled them aside, showing him her glistening core. He couldn’t help but gawp at how wet she was. She ran two slender fingers up and down her slit a couple of times, before pushing them into her pussy. Her mouth formed a perfect little ‘o’ as she pumped her fingers in and out.

He suddenly couldn’t take any more. He moved closer, taking her hand away from her pussy, and sliding the two soaked fingers into his mouth. She tasted so sweet, she was the best thing he had ever put into his mouth. Needing to taste more of her, he dipped his head between her legs and started to lick at her clit. Soft sharp little licks, before attaching his lips to her clit and sucking. He slid two fingers in and started to pump ever so slowly. He was trying to find his rhythm, picking up the pace and seeing how she reacted. She watched him and moved her hands to his curls, tugging at them, making him moan into her. He carried on his attack, looking her directly in the eyes, picking up his pace, which made her arch her back and throw her head back onto the pillow. All of a sudden, she felt the bed dip beside her, but she was feeling too much pleasure to see what it was.

'He’s got a good mouth for a virgin, hasn’t he babygirl?’ grinned Harry who was sat beside her. Her eyes shot open as Harry leant in to kiss her, and caress her breasts. She pulled away from the kiss, looking at the man between her legs. She soon realized that it was in fact Marcel between her legs, and not her boyfriend Harry. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed the lack of tattoos. But he felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop. She looked at Harry, confused. 'Don’t worry baby, I’ll explain afterwards, you just relax, we’re going to make you feel so good. Mar, move yourself, you get up here, I’m going down there.’

They swapped positions. ‘Get on your knees baby’ Harry purred. She did as she was told, and felt his lips attacking her. Marcel knelt in front of her, unsure of what to do. She could see his bulge through the jeans, he was desperate for some kind of release.

'Take them off, let me make you feel good’ she panted. He did as she asked, sliding his jeans and boxers off of his legs and setting himself back down in front of her. She gawped at the sheer size of him. They really were identical. She grasped him with one of her hands, the other holding up her body so she didn’t flop onto the bed, and pumped him. 'How do you want it Marcel? Do you want it fast, or do you want it slow?’

His mouth fell open. ‘I-I want it fast Rose. I want you to take it all. Can you do that?’ He was really getting into the swing of this. He liked that she was still going along with it, he thought she’d freak when Harry had told him his plan. She took him into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the tip when she went to the end. She was driving him crazy, the furthest he’d ever got with a girl was when Amy Johnson had let him feel her up around the back of the science block. She’d given him a handjob, and that was his only sexual experience. Rose took him into her mouth so well, that he thought he would cum at any moment. He fisted her hair into his hands and controlled her tempo, not wanting to blow his load just yet. ‘Do you want me in you?’ he asked her.

She stopped doing what she was doing, and so did Harry. She nodded and they all shifted positions. Marcel was on his back, and Rose hovered over his dick. Harry was behind her, hands on her shoulders. She put the tip of Marcel into her, and Harry pushed her all the way down. She gasped at the full feeling, not knowing that she could feel this good with Marcel. She thought Harry would be the only one to make her feel this way, but she could get used to this little situation. Harry pushed her onto Marcel’s body, as Marcel thrusted into her. She kissed him as he pounded into her, and she felt a finger circling her ass.

'You want me to put my finger in there baby?’ asked Harry. She turned to look back at him, nodding her head. She’d never done this before, but she wanted them both, she needed them both inside of her. He put his fingers into his mouth, lathering them up, and slipping them in every so slowly. She groaned loudly, as Harry moved his hands and Marcel moved his dick. The friction was sending her into new realms of pleasure. Harry continued his slow pumping.

'Put your dick in Harry, put it in me.’

'Are you sure Rose?’

'Yes Harry, I need you. Now.’

He spat into her ass, lathering her up a bit more. He made sure she was nice and slippery before attempting to put himself into her. Once she was nice and wet, he lined the tip of his dick up with her ass, and pushed into her really slowly. ‘Just tell me if you don’t want this Rose.’

'Come on Harry, move. Please.’ she begged. He pushed himself all the way in, and she relished the feeling. She was absolutely full to the brim. Both boys moving inside of her. The room was filled with moans and groans, she felt her body tensing, the feeling of her building orgasm pooled at the bottom of her stomach. 'Fuck, boys. I’m so close. Move faster. Now.’ They both complied, and she came with a cry. Her body was shivering, and she tensed around the both of them, making them cum too. She was a quivering wreck, and her vision went blurry, she felt Marcel driving into her, riding out his high and moaning her name as he came. Harry was grunting and panting, slowing himself to a stop. They all laid on top of each other, panting, kisses being placed on lips and faces. Harry pulled out of her ass, and Rose lifted herself off of Marcel, laying in between them.

'So, does somebody want to explain what just happened?’ she asked with a laugh. Harry and Marcel both leant on their elbows looking down at her. She looked like a mess, but they were both so proud of the mess they had created.

'Well babe, Marcel has fancied you for ages. So I thought we’d switch places. I let him fuck you, and it felt so good didn’t it baby?’ She nodded, and looked at Marcel. He was smiling down at her.

'I had a good time. And I know you did, I could see it all over your face.’ he laughed.

She sat up, her back against the headboard. ‘So, does this mean we can do it all the time then?’ she asked, a glint in her eyes.

Harry and Marcel moved closer to her, attaching their lips to her neck. ‘Any time baby, any time.’ they both chimed together.

I hope you guys like this. I have been working on this all afternoon. This is for an anon who requested a Marcel/Harry twin smut. I hope this is what you wanted! - Gee

anonymous asked:

I'm tired of just being told I'm cute.. I want someone to think I'm hot/sexy :c how would rfa handle this because I'm upset! I don't want to be just "cute" :''c

I understand completely. I have always been called ‘cute’ but never sexy or hot (it’s probably because I’m 5′2″ and look like I’m 12)… 

~Admin MP

There may be some NSFW in here?? Just a warning! (Looking back at when I wrote this at the beginning I should have known there WOULD be NSFW)

Yoosung:

  • He has this problem too, tbh
  • Everyone calls him adorable and cute n he’s like “but I want to be sexy??”
  • When he finds out MC feels the same way (they get called ‘cute’ ‘adorable!’ ‘precious!’ on a picture they posted where they were trying to look hot) he’s shocked
  • “But…MC, you’re super attractive!”
  • MC shoots him a pout because they’re never heard that
  • But he goes on to talk about how hot he finds it whenever MC is working on something
  • They always absentmindedly nibble on their pencil or their lips
  • And Yoosung can’t help but stare at their mouth and feel oddly flustered??
  • Especially when they bite their lip and smile at him
  • The whole time he’s explaining this he’s turning more and more red
  • After that, MC purposely runs a pen over their lips just to torture Yoosung

Seven:

  • MC and Seven are always so goofy that MC is worried Seven doesn’t find them sexy?
  • Like, they know he finds them cute
  • He always squishes their cheeks and calls them adorable 
  • But they want to be desired, they want to feel attractive!
  • One day MC is over at Seven’s, pouting because he just called them cute again
  • They see his jacket and glasses have been haphazardly thrown to the side
  • With a smirk, they put on the jacket and the glasses and are pretending to be Seven 
  • “Oh, MC, you’re soooo cute!” 
  • Huffing, they take off the glasses because they can’t see
  • Seven is standing at the doorway?
  • They make eye contact and Seven’s face is red as he stares at them in his jacket
  • “…that looks really…good on you…”
  • Seven has actually lost the ability to speak Korean 

Jaehee:

  • To be honest, Jaehee doesn’t often talk about looks 
  • Of course, she finds MC super attractive (sometimes it flusters her how attractive MC is) but she doesn’t tell MC about it
  • However, when MC comes home one day and is wearing a buttonup shirt and shorts, Jaehee can’t stop staring at their legs?
  • They’re just really long and nice…
  • MC is very irritated because all their coworkers kept saying that they were just cute and that they couldn’t be sexy if they tried
  • With a huff, MC flops on the couch, sitting and stretching their legs out on the couch
  • Jaehee’s mouth goes dry??
  • After a few more minutes of watching MC shift their legs, drawing them up or lifting them up, Jaehee can’t take it anymore
  • She just goes over to MC, her face bright red, and starts kissing up a leg
  • MC is shocked. Their face goes red too
  • “J-Jaehee?”
  • “Are you doing that on purpose…? Moving your legs so…seductively?”
  • Jaehee wastes no time taking those shorts off

Zen:

  • This man is known all over the internet as HOT, ATTRACTIVE, SEXY, SMOLDERING
  • MC is like “I am a potato”
  • But articles call them “the cute one” or “Zen’s adorable S/O!”
  • They are seething
  • Would it kill the tabloids to call them the Sexy Power Couple (which is what MC calls them in their head)?
  • One day, MC throws down a magazine that calls them and Zen an odd looking pair and casually throws out
  • “Hey, do you think we should be known as the Sexy Power Couple?”
  • Zen doesn’t even look up from taking his shoes off
  • “Of course, MC. We’re both hot, why don’t they mention it more often?” 
  • Now he looks up, a smirk playing on his lips.
  • “Maybe it is a good thing they don’t realize it… Only I want to see how sexy my MC is.”
  • MC tries to stutter out a reply but by that point Zen has made it over and is rendering them speechless

Jumin: (I hope Admin Rina is proud of me for this but I cried while writing it)

  • Kink master would call MC all sorts of names in bed
  • But MC notices he never says anything about how hot or sexy they are
  • MC decides to find out how to get him to admit it
  • One day, MC finds The Kink
  • They look Jumin in the eye and say “Alright…daddy.”
  • Jumin’s face is priceless
  • He’s in shock for the first few seconds.
  • But then he’s over to where MC is, kissing them hungrily, growling
  • “Jesus fuck, that was hot..” he mutters as he bites MC’s neck
  • MC is Smug
  • The entire time, MC is breathless as Jumin tells them how sexy they are, how hot it is when they call him that, and how attractive they look splayed out across his bed 
  • (I’ve sinned)