idek their names tbh

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“We both had ours first kiss already, you idiot” Hux snorts loudly to mock his mate but he’s suddenly stopped by a huge hand on his shoulder and turned around to face at the person following him. Kylo stares intensely at him, now just one breathe away from his face.

“But we barely remember it.” Kylo says low, his eyes going down to Hux’s lips back to his eyes. Hux swallows and can feel his face heating up.

I do… remember.” he stutters and the alpha smiles, huge and predatory.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Okay but: 

  • Jax/Wally AU where Wally’s still drag racing but Jax is his right hand man who repairs all the cars
  • Jax and Wally bonding over being the youngest heroes (and hey why not throw Thea and Roy in too let’s have all the kids bond) 
  • Jax and Wally swapping stories over their similar backgrounds and giving each other advice on their developing powers 
  • Them just sitting back judging everyone and being snarky af 
  • J A X AND W A L L Y  (◡‿◡✿)

Tfw u get into a really obscure TV show and there’s like no fandom and you’re sCREM BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT

Bonus: It has the same name as a really popular thing so every time you try to look it up it shows you that instead

BTS Demon/Gang AU

Author’s Note: So back a while ago when I first started this blog, I posted a BTS demon/gang au called Meraki(idek why I picked that name tbh) I came back to it last night, and decided that my writing had improved so I should try to re-vamp it! This is still one of my first tries doing first person, though, so sorry for any mistakes! Also, though I try to keep my fanfiction pretty gender-neutral most of the time, this protagonist is pretty obviously female, so I’m sorry if that annoys anyone. That all said, enjoy!:3

Members in this part: Yoongi

Word Count: 1646

Originally posted by yoongijae

Part One|Psychopath Perverts

You know, I really hate parties. I’m not entirely sure what the reason is. Maybe I don’t find watching random girls drunkenly flirt with every male in sight as entertaining as others. Maybe I don’t want to slowly become deaf from the crappy dance pop blaring in my ears. Maybe it’s because of my glaringly obvious social ineptitude. Either way, they suck major ass.

There’s also the psychopath perverts. Yeah, they kinda suck ass too…

XxX

Shitfuck. Fuckshit. Fuckity fuckity fuckshit.”

These and many other glorious word-combinations fly through my panicked mind as I stumble my way down a dark alley, my crazy stalker mere seconds behind. Why I had decided an abandoned alleyway was a good escape rout I will never understand; but hey, you try running away from a psychopath in a tiny dress and a pair of heels, and see if your mind still works. “Stay away from me you freak!” I shriek behind me, angrily removing my heels and throwing one back at him.

Yeah Y/N, throw insults and a shoe at the bad guy. That outta stop him for sure. Sigh.

Of course, my brilliant plan fails miserably, as the shoe bounces harmlessly off of his chest-what, is he made of steel or some shit?!-and he laughs at my pathetic attempt at an attack on both his ego and face. “Aw cmon baby, you know you want me,” he shouts back drunkenly, continuing the chase.

Okay no. Ew. Nope City. I resist the urge to vomit as I turn the alleys corner, breathing heavily as my bare feet slap against the damp pavement. “Curse my being so out of shape! I swear I gotta hit the gym when I get out of this. If I get out of this alive that is. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking about the gym for? Agh!”

I’m so lost in my own crazy thoughts that I don’t notice the wall in front of me until I run headfirst into it. I exclaim some more choice words as I clutch a now surely bleeding nose. I was at a dead end; no side roads, no escape.

Like I said before: Shitfuck.

I whip back around to face my pursuer head on as he rounds the corner, holding the heel end of my shoe out like a dagger. “Don’t come any closer!” I exclaim, fighting to keep my voice steady as my nose blood oozes between my fingers and down the back of my hand. My pursuer-fuck I just realized I have no clue what his name is…I guess we’ll call him Mr. Pervert Guy-ignores my threat and advances closer. “If you come any closer I swear I’ll…I’ll…”

Wait, shit, what was I going to do?

Mr. Pervert Guy seems to follow my train of thought, a wide grin spreading across his face. “You’ll what? Shoe me to death?” He throws back his head in a maniacal laugh.

Wow. The only thing missing in this shit show is some lightning and a crack of thunder.

I throw my heel down and back myself against the wall, trying to keep as much blood in my nose as possible. I resort to the only thing I can think of to keep him distracted; shit talking. “Wel,l what are you gonna do huh? I don’t see any weapons on you.”

Mr. Pervert Guy freezes in place, cocking his head to the side. For a moment, I think I have him, but his evil smile quickly returns. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t know what I am.”

“Uuuh…a creepy pervert trying to kill me and use my body for his own needs? I figured we were on the same page here buddy.”

Mr. Pervert Guy rolls his eyes. “No, idiot, I’m a demon.” He puts particular emphasis on the last word, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “A demon with a job to do…though I might do those things too…”

Oh great. Not only did I get a psychopath pervert; I got a psychopath pervert who thinks he’s a demon. Just my luck. I still keep up my shit talking act, glancing over Mr. P’s shoulder every once in a while to see if anyone is coming to rescue me. “Oh really? And what exactly is that job, demon boy?”

This time, he looks genuinely confused. “Wait, you are Y/N Y/L/N right?” he asks.

He knows my last name? How the hell does he know my last name? Or even my first name for that matter? I’m only able to nod my head in response. Mr. P seems completely dumbstruck,staring at me in confusion. “You don’t even know what you are, do you?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I can only stare back in utter confusion. What I am? What does that even mean? I don’t get the chance to ask him, as he quickly shakes his head, the darkness back in his eyes full force. “It doesn’t matter. Only makes killing you that much easier,” he growls. “Now, come quietly and I promise I’ll make this quick.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary Akira.”

The voice had come from somewhere above me. Mr. P’s-or I guess now Akira’s- head shoots up toward the voice, and his lips pull back in a snarl. “What the hell are you doing here, Yoongi?” he asks, glaring somewhere above my head.

I follow his gaze to see a figure perched on the wall above me, their face cast in shadow. I stumble away from the wall, my eyes never leaving the shadowy stranger. Slowly they stand and drop from the wall, landing softly on their feet and stepping into the yellow of the streetlight. His dark brown eyes glance at me for only a moment before landing on Akira, his face breaking into a lazy smile. “Oh ya know, just wandering around as usual.” His eyes land on me again and he cocks his head to the side. “You scream quite loud you know.” He suddenly launches into a horrible impression of my screams; when he laughs his silver hair shakes, catching the light.

“Okay, did you come here to do lousy impressions of me, or save my ass?” I ask, my voice muffled behind my hand.

I catch a mad glint in Yoongi’s eyes. “Both,” he says with a wink. He gently pushes me aside as he approaches Akira, who growls again and cracks his knuckles. “A bit pathetic Akira, preying on helpless humans like this. Don’t you have something better to do with your time?”

Oh great, so this one’s a nutjob too.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, idiot, but she’s not a human.”

I couldn’t help it, my snarkiness comes out again. “Oh, well good thing I have you around since you seem to know so much about me. Creep.”

Akira’s glare falls on me again. “Shut up bitch,” he growls between gritted teeth.

Yoongi watches us with an amused smile, his hands in his pockets. “See. Why did you have to speak up?” he says, looking toward me. I open my mouth to give another snarky remark but jump when I hear Akira let out a yelp before falling to the ground, clutching his jaw. Yoongi stands over him, and when he speaks, his voice is eerily calm. “Now I have to fight him because he tried to kill you and called you a bitch.” He kneels down, grabbing Akira by the hair and yanking his head back, shaking his head. “Tsk tsk Akira. Don’t you know that’s just adding insult to injury?”

Blood streams from Akira’s nose down his chin, but he seems completely unfazed. “Go to fucking hell Yoongi.”

Yoongi chuckles darkly, leaning forward so he can whisper in Akira’s ear. I only just catch what he says. “No thanks man, once was good enough.” He pulls his fist back and punches Akira one more time, effectively rendering him unconscious. He places his head down on the pavement and pats him gently, pushing himself to his feet and brushing off his hands. When he turns to me the mad glint is gone from his eyes. He takes a few cautious steps toward me but I stumble back. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “You’re really going to back away from me when I just saved your tiny human ass from a crazy demon?” he asks.

Okay, does he know how crazy he sounds right now? Because he sounds really fucking crazy right now.

I try to keep some distance between me and Yoongi. “Okay first of all, demons don’t exist and if you think they do, you’re just as crazy as Mr.-uh I mean, Akira. Second of all, you just knocked some dude out in like two punches, and third of all I’ve dealt with enough crazy nutjobs in this one night to last me a fucking lifetime okay?!”

I can feel my pitch rising as I rant, my voice finally cracking on the final word as angry tears begin to stream down my face. Great; I hate crying in front of people. For a moment, Yoongi seems unsure of what to do; when he speaks his voice is considerably softer. “Look, I understand what you went through tonight really scared you. I can also completely understand why you wouldn’t believe me. But you’re standing here at…” he pulls back his sleeve and glances at his watch before looking back up at me “two in the morning, cold, bare-footed, and scared with a bloody nose; and considering you’re out here alone, I’m going to assume you don’t have any friends I can bring you to or a ride home. So, just…lemme help you okay?” He holds out a hand, looking at me pleadingly.

I only pause for a moment to mull over what crazy shit I’m doing, before taking it.

anonymous asked:

ryllon is the ship name for them... petekey is more real than ryllon tbh

The ship is so irrelevant idek the name lol but yeah even if petekey isn’t real, still is more possible than dallon and Ryan like what

anonymous asked:

Bitch I hate Jeffree star or however u spell his name and tbh idek what he has done I just hate him. I kinda find him annoying. The only Jeffery I accept is the Jeffery that went out at like 2 am to hug his friend. And I pull a lot of Jeffery's by buying my friends stuff and showing up at there house to give it to them at random times. (Speaking of pulling a Jeffery I haven't pulled one in a while)

ahhh i remember that jeffrey, that jeffrey is wonderful and wholesome, and so are you !!

What I know about Undertale. (From someone who's never played it)
  • Sans: big boned skeleton boi. Likes puns. Smooth talker I think? Everyone wants the blue ghost dong.
  • Papyrus: tall skeleton boi. Robust and likes spaghetti. His eyes do a thing sometimes.
  • Frisk: smol pure child
  • Mettaton: brick robot. Game show host.
  • Mettaton EX: bitchy PTA mom. Gay robot. I guess he fights u??? Owns a restaurant and runs a talk show.
  • Alphys: is this the goat king or the goat scientist
  • Muffet: probably another enemy but I love her design. My girlfriend.
  • Flowey: asshole fuckin flower I'm p sure on this one
  • Undyne: buff fish lady. Probably lost her eye fighting her shark father. Apparently a huge dork
  • Temmie: dog? I think? Idek if this is a character tbh
  • Others I don't know the names of:
  • Goat scientist: mettaton's mom. Dating a skeleton brother?
  • Large knight dog: probably v nice but looks v scary
  • Anti-Frisk: I think this is like a ghost child? Or frisk from another dimension??
  • All of the rest: not on tumblr, probably not important. Can become your friends.
  • Fry cook cat: everyone draws him gettin fucked by mettaton? He is slimy.
  • Conclusion: is this like Homestuck
  • EDIT: I forgot one
  • Napstablook: sad ghost w/ headphones
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