idk i thought this looked alright

nicky forces neil to get a new phone and eventually neil makes an instagram and as he starts getting more followers he gets more comfortable with having social media and does 60 second Q&A’s with the team at the fans request

  • the first one he does is with kevin because of popular demand
  • neil does it on the court after night practice with kevin and he reads a few questions that exy fans have commented on his previous posts
  • ‘kevin, what are you a queen of besides exy? no I’ll answer this, the answer is nothing, kevin sucks”
  • “fuck off neil” kevin gets serious and the rest of the video is kevin extensively and aggressively talking about exy until the timer cuts off
  • he does dan next and it’s the cutest 60 second video out there okay dan is sitting next to matt on the couch while neil is filming
  • he asks her how it feels to be “the best female exy captain in the NCAA” dan gets the biggest smile on her face and scrunches up her nose before she answers
  • ‘oh that’s sweet, who wants to know? I like this person. It feels great! but it’s stressful at times, there is a lot of sexism in the world but I usually ignore it in favor of focusing on how lucky I am to have such a great team.”
  • matt’s looking at her while she’s talking and u can literally see the love and admiration in his eyes, fans are crying in the comments about how cute they are, so am I
  • when he does renee, most of the comments are asking about her hair so she explains how she dilutes the bright colors by mixing them with conditioner to make them more pastel
  • “but that’s the easy part, root upkeep is the worst tho, I hate touch ups.”
  • neil vaguely knows what she’s talking about cause he’ll sit in the room when andrew helps her with her hair
  • nicky manages to tell half his life story in 60 seconds
  • neil uploads a second video of nicky giving advice to queer kids afraid to come out because of strict and religious parents or unsafe home lives
  • aaron walks away when neil tries to do his so instead neil uploads a five second video that’s just him zooming in on aaron sitting in a beanbag chair playing video games “aaron’s a dick.”
  • matt gets asked about his boxing background and he beams at the chance to talk about his mom
  • “she’s so badass, she taught me everything I know, she could kick anyone’s ass” he points at the camera “she’ll kick your ass. better watch out”
  • allison gives fashion tips, she also roasts neil for how he dressed when he first joined the team “god u guys should have seen him, fucking awful. nicky and I fixed him up tho, but it took a lot of work cause neil likes to make things difficult” 
  • when neil gets to andrew nobody expects him to actually upload anything but when he does the results are hilarious
  • neil sits next to andrew with the camera frontfaced so half of neil’s face is in the frame, andrew is curled up on the couch with a pint of ice cream and his glasses on “it’s time for your interview andrew”
  • andrew just stares at him
  • “why didn’t you sign with the rav- wait that’s a stupid fucking question, we’re not doing that one. alright. how many times have you and aaron been mistaken for one another?” 
  • andrew stares at the camera in silence
  • “tragic. next question. how are you so good at blocking goals?
  • silence
  • “incredible. what is your honest opinion about kevin day?”
  • andrew stares for a couple seconds before rolling his eyes and getting up to walk away, neil laughs and nods “I agree” 
  • BONUS: andrew has neil’s phone while they’re on the roof, neil is holding his cigarette and andrew starts filming, pointing the camera so you can only see neil
  • “hey junkie, it’s your turn to be interviewed” “alright” 
  • “how does it feel to finally have a real home?” 
  • neil smiles softly, but he’s looking at andrew not the camera “like I’m finally living, like I’ve got everything I could ever want”
  • there’s a short pause before you can faintly hear “285%” and the video cuts off
Monsta X reaction to their s/o catching them watching an adult movie

requested by anon~

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Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Shownu; 

“Babe, are you watching an adult movie? *looks at him and sees that it has finally got to the steamy part*”

“Yes… *slightly embarrassed but looks back at the tv and watches the steamy part* do want to watch it with me? It’s getting really intense now.”

Originally posted by wonkkyun

Wonho;

*shy, embarrassed, laughing his heart out; voice cracks* bAbe… it’s not what you think…. *turning red* you just came in when it got the you know… *blushing blushing laughing; voice cracks again* And.. yeah, it’s an adult movie… for adults like me.”

“Okay… *looks at him and decides to watch it with him*”

Originally posted by garisanee

Minhyuk;

Minhyuk… are you watching an adult movie.. with a lot of those kinds of scene? *points at the tv while looking at Minhyuk, who looked unfazed with your question*”

“Yeah. It’s really nice, the plot is amazing and these scenes are really you know *winks at you* come here, and watch it with me. *pulls you towards him and makes you sit on his lap*”

Originally posted by smol-kihyuns

Kihyun;

Well, yeah, I’m watching this adult movie… and yeah… *looks at you like the one in the gif; thinks whether if it’s bad for him to watch an adult movie or something* There’s a lot of bed scenes and… yeah, do you want to watch it with me? Like, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Alright, sure. *sits beside him and he wraps and arm around you and transfers his attention back to the bed scene but kind of feels slightly aroused idk*”

Originally posted by hyunqvwon

Hyungwon;

I thought you don’t watch adult movies? *looks at him and sees that look on the gif*”

“I really don’t… there are… adult scenes tho… and…. *puckers his lips and rocks his chair, thinking of possible excuses* Yeah… Wonho hyung actually made me watch it and I thought it was some…. movie.”

Originally posted by honeypup

Jooheon;

Baby, is that an adult movie that you’re watching?”

“Uhh……. Yeah, why? *looks at you and sees your blushing cheeks* Do you want to watch it with me… since I think you might need a little help there.”

Originally posted by themonbebewhostolemyramyun

I.M;

Changkyun, is that an– *sees the tv turned off*  adult movie? *looks at changkyun with a pursed lip*”

“What are you talking about baby? Adult movie? *does that thing on the gif and acts like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about* Pfft, you must be seeing things.. C’mere, do you want to watch some Moana?”

Only Us (Part Seven)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1996

Warning(s): Swearing

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  


“Are you sure you alright?” Spiderman asked as I looked over the building.

“What?” My head shot to him thoughts running through my mind.

“You seem a little off.” He chuckled. “For a couple weeks actually—since that Valentine’s dance.” I shivered looking toward him.

“Yeah sorry.” I mumbled. “I have an english test tomorrow.” I lied. “I’m a little nervous.” I actually was, but not for a made-up english test. It was Peter—he hadn’t exited my thoughts for two weeks, ever since the dance. It scared me, every time I saw him my heart beat quickened.

“You’ll do fine Y/N.” He nodded. I shrugged wrapping my arms around my waist.

“Don’t you have people to save?” I asked him.

“Not right now.” He replied. “I’m spending time with you.” I glanced over at him.

“Don’t you have a life?” I asked. “I mean I would think Spiderman would have a girlfriend of some kind. Like maybe Fireflygirl or something?” He laughed shaking his head.

“No I don’t.” He laughed. “And that would be a stupid name.”

“I like it.” I shrugged. “She could be your light.” I joked.

“I like the dark.” He replied as I giggled. “Besides—I don’t really have time for a girlfriend.

“Yeah with saving the world and such?” I asked. “If it makes you feel better I haven’t had my first kiss yet.” I blushed.

“Really?”

“Why is that surprising?” I asked looking up at him.

“Well—you’re really pretty. I thought you would have some experience.” I blushed again shaking my head.

“There’s more to kissing someone then just looks.” I said. “Especially with me.”

“Why?” He asked. I shrugged.

“I don’t really trust people…” I whispered. “So the action of trusting someone—even for something as simple as a kiss…I don’t know it freaks me out.”

“Don’t you have anyone you trust like that?”

“Besides you?” I asked a blush on my cheek. “You are about the only male that I am not related to that I trust—wait no just only male.” There was a silence for a couple seconds before I turned looking at him.

“So.” I walked toward him.

“So?” He asked.

“I’m gonna ask you something—and you can say no if you want.” Nerves flooded me as I looked up at him.

“Alright…” I swallowed stepping closer to him. “Can I—can I kiss you?” There was a silence again and I turned bright red.

“You know I’m wearing a mask right?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I whispered reaching up to feel the fabric. “I can still kiss you.” I said folding up the mask so it rested on his nose. I let out a shaky breath as I looked at his pale lips and then back at his eyes which were still covered.

“Alright then.” He whispered. “Kiss me.”  I swallowed, I wasn’t really expecting him to say yes, but now I really had no choice. I leaned up slowly inches from his lips.

“Are you sure you are guy?” I asked. He chuckled a cute grin expanding on his face. It seemed familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“Yeah.” I swallowed again. “I’m sure.” I nodded slowly before pressing my lips against his for a half of a second before pulling away quickly.

“Okay I kissed you.” I blushed

“That wasn’t a kiss.” He mumbled.

“Yes it was.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“I thought you wanted to kiss me.”

“Well—I…”

“Try again.” He said.

“Really?”

“Really.” I sighed leaning up again attaching my lips against his for longer this time squeezing my eyes shut. I was about to pull away until I felt his arm around my waist and his hand move to the side of my face. Our lips moved together as I my heart raced more nerves flooding me. It felt nice…really nice. It felt like there was fire on my lips and I couldn’t pull away. I felt his tongue roll against my bottom lip. We continued to kiss as my lungs begged for breath. But—there was something missing, my mind run a mile a minute until it came to a conclusion. Peter. My eyes squeezed tighter as I thought about him guilt filling me as Spiderman held me closer. I pulled away from him breathing heavily.

“I can’t.” I breathed. “I can’t do this.” I turned away from him biting my lip.

“Y/N—” His hand circled around my wrist turning me around again. “It’s just a kiss…” He trailed off.

“It’s not—I didn’t want—I shouldn’t have kissed you.” I said tears threatening my eyes.

“Why not?” He asked as he pulled his mask down again.

“Because—I—I just—I think…I think I like someone else.” I admitted fear gripping me.

“You never said you liked me Y/N.” He sighed. “It’s okay.”

“But I shouldn’t have kissed you!” I told him. “I thought that it would work get him out of my head but I can’t—”

“It’s alright Y/N.” He sighed.

“Don’t you want to know who?” I asked throwing him a confused look. He was always interested in anything It told him.

“No.” He shook his head. “I-I really don’t.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because it’s not like know him.” He shrugged.

“I thought you would talk to me about it.” I mumbled.

“Well you are wrong.”

“Peter. Peter Parker.” I said quietly.

“What?” Spiderman said.

“Peter Parker— that’s his name. That’s who I can’t get out of my head.” I turned to look at Spiderman as he froze looking down at me.

“Oh.” He said softly. “He seems…nice.” He nodded.

“You don’t know anything about him.” I gave him a confused look.

“I know—  I just…he seems nice.”

“I danced with him at the Valentine’s Dance.” I mumbled. “It was really nice.” I looked over the city my hands fiddling with each other. “Really really nice.” I whispered. “And he is really smart—like really smart.” I added.

“Why don’t you tell him?” He asked. “You seem to like him…” I blushed shaking my head.

“I can’t—I don’t.” I stammered. “I was really mean to him.” I mumbled.

“I’m sure he’s already forgiven you.” Spiderman replied. I shrugged running my hands through my hair.

“You want to know the truth?” I turned to him. “I’m scared.”

“Why would you be scared?” He asked. “I’m sure he really likes you.”

“How would you know?” I asked narrowing my eyes.

“Uh—h-he danced with you didn’t he?”

“Yeah.” I blushed a smile forming on his face. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled.

“What for?” He asked.

“For kissing you—I shouldn’t have done that we are friends and that’s weird—”

“You shouldn’t apologize for kissing me Y/N.”

“I probably sucked in comparison.” I mumbled.

“I actually—uh haven’t ever kissed anyone.” He replied.

“You’re kidding.” I raised my eyebrows. He crossed his arms looking down at me.

“Way to make me feel bad.” He grumbled.

“No no it’s fine.” I blushed. “You just—you seemed to know what you were doing…”

“So did you.” He shrugged. I blushed again shaking my head.

“Alright.” I said awkwardly. “I think I’m gonna go study.” He nodded.

“Don’t listen to your music that loud, you’ll blow out your eardrums.” He said.

“No promises webs.” I smiled walking toward the fire escape.

-

“Hey Y/N.” Ned greeted as I walked into the tutor center the next day. “Ready to learn about more Algebra?”

“Sure?” I laughed sitting on the table taking out my stuff.

“Um so Peter’s is going to tutor you today.”

“Oh.” I mumbled nerves flooding me. “U-um why?” I asked. I wasn’t thrilled for Peter to see how dumb I was. Of course he had tutored me before, but it was completely different now.

“Uh—I’ve got stuff.” Ned said. I narrowed my eyes.

“What kind of stuff?” I asked.

“Just stuff.” He shrugged. “Hey Peter!” He grinned at his friend. I blushed knowing he was right behind me. “Can you tutor Y/N today? I’ve got other stuff to do.”

“E-er sure.” Peter mumbled.

“Great.” Ned smiled before collecting his stuff. “I’ll see you guys later then.” He said before exiting the tutor center. Peter put his backpack on the ground and took a seat next to me.

“Um so.” He started. “Where are you in the chapter?”

“Uhhh…” I started paging through book. “We were learning about factors, but I got that down pretty easily.” I said. “But I’m having a little trouble with the word problems.” Peter nodded pulling the book towards him.

“Alright let’s try number one then.” He said glancing at me a blush forming on his face. I nodded again.

“Mrs. Madden had fifteen yards of wire.” I started. I continued a blush on my face as I stumbled over words due to the nerves that filtered through my stomach. Now he thinks I can’t read, nice job Y/N.

“Er so we pull out all the numbers in this problem, don’t forget the labels.” He started point to certain words. “All the word tend to confuse a lot of people.” I nodded beginning to write down the numbers in a list. My hand brushed his and he blushed heavily his hand running through his hair.

“A-are you done?” He asked. I nodded slowly. “Alright,” he continued to explain the problem. I glued my eyes to the sheet trying to understand. “So write it down then solve the problem.” He finished. I started to write before I stopped abruptly heat filling my face.

“I still don’t get it.” I dropped my pencil. “Gosh Peter, I’m really sorry—I’m so stupid.” My hand fell into my hands.

“Hey—” He started as I felt his hand on my back before he pulled it back immediately. “You aren’t stupid—trust me.” I looked up at him shaking my head. “I once tutored Linda Molen.” He started. “I asked her what 6 times 3 was—she didn’t know.” I raised my eyebrows looking over at him.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He chuckled his cheeks a little pink. “I asked her to guess and she said 32.”

“That’s 8 times 4.” I giggled. Peter smiled.

“See you got it.”

“Peter we learn times tables in 4th grade.” He blushed again shaking his head.

“Right well you got a B on your test.” He said. “That’s amazing Y/N.” I blushed.

“Yeah thanks to you.” I mumbled. He blushed again his gaze meeting mine. “Uh—Peter.” I mumbled as he stared at me.

“Sorry.” He blushed harder.

“Is there something on my face?” I asked growing nervous. Great. I look even more stupid.

“N-no. You just look—” He started. “Uh nevermind.”

“I’m not wearing make-up today so I know, I look like shit.” I mumbled.

“W-what?” He asked. “Yeah—I mean no—no you don’t look bad at all.” He turned red. “You look—uh really pretty today.” He mumbled. “Not that you don’t look pretty every day—” He said quickly as I blushed furiously.

“U-um thanks.” I mumbled. There was a silence before I spoke again. “Um so the wire—”

“Right.” Peter cleared his throat before continuing to explain the the problem.

-

“Yeah!” Peter smiled. “That’s right, you got it!”

“Really?” I asked. He nodded. “Good.” I breathed in relief. “It only took me four times. You sure I’m not dumb Parker?” I asked.

“Positive.” He said. I blushed for the millionth time.

“Shit.” I breathe looking at my phone. “I’m gonna be late to work.” I quickly closed my books. “Sorry that I have to leave.”

“No-no it’s fine.” He smiled helping me get ready.

“Um I can try the rest of these questions and then we can review them next week if you want.” Peter nodded.

“Sounds good.” He said. Our fingers brushed each others again as I blushed.

“Okay.” I said throwing my backpack on my back. “Thanks—again.”

“No problem.” He smiled. I blushed again walking toward the doors of the tutor center the nerves slowly exiting my stomach.

Part 8


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Some Mianite doodles of Alyssa and Mot <333

So I’m laying in bed giggling about all of my first impressions of the characters of Transformers Prime, I’m going to write some of them down…

Optimus

His face is perfect

And kinda pale

His optics are beautiful

He’s such a pretty blue

He’s such a pretty everything

His flaws are fucking perfect

If, ya know, I could find those flaws

I’m just blinded about how awesome he is

Nice hips

Pretty wheels

His voice is so calming

He’s beautiful inside and out

HOLY SHIT LOUD DEEP FOOTSTEPS THAT HAVE PRESENCE


Bumblebee

Yellow!

Bright sunshine yellow!

His optics are so round

HE DOESN’T BLINK DO HIS OPTICS HURT???

He has no mouth?

Nononono he had to have a mouth at SOME point, right?

Maybe it’s just hidden

He’s pretty too

Like Optimus

He’s also got some wide hips

Man I do NOT see much of a crotch plate??? (This is before i truly understood male anatomy)

(In fact this is all before I even looked at anyone that way)

His doorwings are kinda cute

But kinda curved


Bulkhead

Green basketball

How does he bend over?

WTF THINGS POP OUT OF HIS LEGS WHEN HE STEPS DOWN WHAT IF THEY COME OUT AND HE CAN’T WALK ANYMORE OR THEY CATCH ON SOMETHING

Big jaw

Odd face shape

He seems okay, not my fave character tho


Knockout

Cat

He’s a cat

The pointy things on the back of his helm look like cat ears

And his optics look catlike

IDK man that’s just what I thought

He’s got claws like a cat too

His paintjob is really pretty and detailed man why are you a medic go be a damn cybertronian tattoo artist jfk

(I always assumed he did those himself, like he doesn’t want anyone else to fuck up his perfection)

Alright, being full of yourself and yo looks ain’t gonna make me like you

(‘specially since my mind had already been blown to bits by Optimus)

I’m not calling the short cherry perfect, that belongs to Optimus (in my opinion)

I am not surprised he flirted with optimus


Megatron

Why the fuck are your teeth/denta pointy doesn’t that hurt what if your tongue catches

Are your facial scars…symmetrical?

WE~LL BITCH DONT TELL ME THAT WAS FROM WAR

YOU DID THAT SHIT YOSELF

What did you look like before all this?

Your hands are giant claws

I think you’re missing a joint in your fingers

No wait you just have extended talons

How do you grab shit?

And clench your fists in anger and not cut yourself?

Goddamn you are really fucking pointy how the hell do you not have random pieces of shit on you because it got caught?

Holy hell the poor person who gets kicked by you will have to worry more about losing energon than dented armor

Why do you have a total of four toes?

You could make human kabobs with your feet!

I get the feeling you wouldnt like that because then you’d have to pick off the remains

Why is there no paint on you?

No wait your kinda purple

Your eyes are different from everyone else’s

I like your voice. It’s scary, and angry, yet empty/hollow. What happened to you?


Starscream

Hunchback

Why the long face?

Such a thin red thingy in your face (his crest I’m talking about his crest)

(I didn’t have an inkling of an idea what Cybertronian anatomy was)

You have huge wings is that why your hunched over all the time?

Wannabe Megs

You sound like your trying to imitate Meg’s voice but like???

You sound hollow, but it also sounds fake

You don’t quite have the anger down

You really aren’t all that intimidating Screamer

Now THOSE are some human kabobing fingers

Such long fingers and legs

Dude go eat something


Soundwave

Kinda thin

Kinda not

Dark colors with pretty lights

He seems so chill but in control

He has no face?

I imagine he looks bored all the time

He has tentacles!

So frickin cool!

Wait a minute they come out of his stomach?

Why not his back?

*Shrugs*

He really blends in with the background 

I admire his chillness


Shockwave

I LOVE HIS VOICE

I DONT KNOW WHAT KIND OF VOICE I WAS EXPECTING BUT IT WASNT THAT

BUT I AM PLEASED

He has pretty colors like Soundwave but he doesn’t blend in/disappear like the way Soundwave does

Pointy, is that safe for lab procedures?

*Ahem* you’re missing a servo

That giant cord that runs from your back to your gun hand, is that an inconvenience?

Like does it knock stuff over?

Man y'all are fucking graceful

Not knocking everything over

Or tearing it up

Geez

He has ONE fucking eye that does not appear to move around

Does he have depth perception?

Peripheral vision?

Does he look at everything like like you would a telescope?

He’s chill like Soundwave.


Smokescreen

Yay another white bot!

(That sounded mildly racist but like the only others were Ratchet and Wheeljack, They-who-are-rarely-seen in my opinion)

His face is as long as Starscream’s but pretty like optimus

His eye shape is like Optimus’ but the filling is like Starscream’s

His crest looks like Optimus’ but the rest of his helm reminds me of Starscream’s

Is he Optimus and Starscream’s son???

He’s got doorwings like Bumblebee!

He’s so cheerful and in your face

I normally don’t like people like that but I like him

He’s the exception

Omg look at him he’s always trying to prove himself to Optimus

So cute

“Be stealthy Smokescreen”

*Finds and turns into a racecar*

(What was the racecar even doing on the road in Middle-of-nowhere-Jasper-Nevada?)

I like him

Unusual Surprise

note: it’s short and little bit familiar to others, please forgive me. you can request me if you love to—lots of love and stay safe 💛


 It was another cold Thrusday morning alone in my room, my disturbing alarm clock reminding to wake up again. The time was 6:10 in the early morning.


I opened my phone, turned on my wifi and check if I had some messages or notifactions unread. I knew that everyday I would wake up to another mention from my boyfriend’s, Shawn Mendes, stans/fans. They are always positive and negative mentions disorderly. I lock my phone and go to the bathroom to get myself done and brush my teeth.


As I ate my breakfast, an omlette with some cheese on it, I got my eyes laid back on my phone, scrolling through some news. The weather broadcast didn’t say anything promising or good—it was winter; cold and windy but no snow; and it was this stormy time in freezing January here in Estonia—so, I still had to wear this horribly huge, fluffy coat that my mom gifted me for my birthday. The news are full of political conflicts and other chicklits that doesn’t get me.


Before I start to go to the bus stop, I always text good morning/night messages to Shawn and tell that I’m safely on the public transport. He usually replies quickly but this morning was very different. Shawn didn’t reply me back. I asked him “has something happened,” and that caught my was “Sent 06:54”.


I was worried. I texted him if he was okay, safely in bed and so whatever what made me overthinkly write things.


I made my fingers to touch on my Twitter app again and scrolled through my timeline if I had no caught anything before. There wasn’t nothing unusual. As my bus came, I stepped on it, wiped my student or bus cars in front of the validator and searched for a seat. My mind was wandering what Shawn is doing and is going on. To be honest, I’m thankful that in Estonia the fan base wasn’t so crazy like in other countries; well still some two-five fans come to me everyday and ask politely for a picture, me kindly giving my best to look okay after stressful school day and shit but I’m always nice to them. Being nice costs nothing.


I tweeted from my personal account asking where is Shawn? I literally got so many different answers, like “omg idk I saw him in the airport at the check-in desk” or “he’s probably in the studio recording a new album haha” or some negative comments like “lmao he’s leaving you xdddd”.


I got more nervous and worried everytime I approached my school. The second I thought, okay, everything will be alright and Shawn is okay, I started to shake as I stepped off the bus. I was about to drop my phone and student card on the ground but my classmate behind me yelled “Y/N!”. I greeted her and said good morning. We entered our school, put our overclothes to the wardrobe of our class and went to upstairs to get a seating place on the bench. It’s most of the time occupied by fifth to seventh graders. I acrossed my right leg over my left and tried to get a short nap before going to the class. My phone vibrated in my pocket, made me jolt and increased heart beat rate. A name that I needed to see and thought about was displayed on my phone.


Shawn.


I slide the green acception button and put the phone against my ear. I don’t say anything besides morning.


“Morning, my babygirl. Sorry I couldn’t answer you. I’m…quite busy,” Shawn’s voice was so calming, yet very low.


“I was freaking out, baby. Thank God you are okay. What are you up to then?” I asked him, considering an honest answer.


“Hmm, haven’t Andrew talked with you?” he had loosed his voice to more comfortable zone.


“No,” I denied his question. Why Andrew should have talked about?


“God…he never remembers something when it comes to my personal life, yikes. But anyways, remember when I told I will come to Estonia to visit you?”


“Yeah, I do.”


“Now, as my schedule is fully booked…gosh, it’s so hard to tell you…but I can’t come.”


My day just got worse. I frowned.


“Say something, baby. You have right to feel disappointed and so, but I still love you,” he stated and told me to be happy.


“I haven’t seen you for so long time—it’s kind of heartbreaking, you know?”


Shawn comforted me by saying many sweet things and promised to come as soon as possible when he gets a free time.

As the school bell rang, I needed to hung up and rush into the classroom.

The lesson lasted for tiring 45 minutes. As I was the last one to exit the class, my whole class stared at someone but I was like, okay whatever, let me through please. I passed between them and I was stopped by someone wrapping a hand around my waist.


I didn’t see the person and told:


“This is not great time for jokes, Marten.


The person placed a kiss on my cheek, feeling a very familiar lips on them.


“Who’s Marten?” he whispered and his warm breath was against my skin.


“Shawn!” I turned around to face him.


“You seriously thought I would have not time to come here? Well, ding dong, you were wrong,” Shawn smiled, kissing me on my soft lips. He broke it and I was shook.


“I-I don’t know what to say,” my eyes became watery, letting all the emotions to come out. All my classmates were still looking at us, putting me into very embarrassing situation. “How did you get in?”


He smirked, saying he has his own ways.


“You silly little lad,” I laugh, nuzzling my head into his shirt.


“You are so adorable, Y/N, you know that,” Shawn giggles.


All my classmates have gone now but there are some girls behind me who are probably waiting for a picture with my boyfriend.


God knew what happened next but my school day was thankfully short and after that we went to take my favourite frappe from Caffeine.

A Cuddle

-coughs- Alright so I never did this thing before, but here’s a thing.. I guess. I DONT KNOW I JUST CREATED something i THOUGHT WOULD BE CUTE And ugh idk. I am ready for death

Fandom: Servamp

PairKuro/Mahiru

Word Count820

TypeFluff


I don’t want to sleep. I already know what’s coming if I do, and I don’t want to deal with it. I’m so tired through… I look over to Mahiru, whose face is illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window. He’s asleep unusually fast tonight, normally it would take six times as long, considering we only settled down five minutes ago. I decide to wait another twenty minutes before I climb into his bed, and when I do, I lie down in the small space he makes when he sleeps in the fetal position. Carefully, I flatten the little area with my paws and then curl up beside him, not too close though. Just enough so I can feel his warmth.

Mahiru is always so calm when he sleeps that it makes me wonder what he dreams about. Probably good dreams, unlike the nightmares I’ve had to deal with this past week. I could usually deal with my nightmares with no problem, but this time every one of them is about me losing him. I’m afraid of that, it’s a pain to even think about. Now every night I climb into bed with him and wait there until a few minutes before his alarm goes off. This way I can be on guard just in case something does happen while he’s asleep. More and more, I find myself wanting his protection too even though I’m the vampire. I just want him to give me his usual cheeky smile and tell me that I’m safe with him. Sometimes I want him to hold me, but thinking about it just gives me troublesome feelings that heat up my insides, I could just die. Speaking of death, I probably had never been closer to it than now, when a pair of fingers suddenly start stroking my head.

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idk i just made her up, got that?


Alright, you got me there. She’s my original character, not from any video games or anime. I always saw my dream last night and i wanna make it real, but fictional character. Has anyone thought of this twin tail hairstyle before? Or maybe this pop up my mind to see her again, huh? It was very iconic to me

And the way she looks, she looked like from character of ARMS named Twintelle.

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Durr. I only did five because i ran out of time Due to.. Stuff..

Alright… Before you guys comment.. GRAY LOOKING LIKE KUROO WAS UNINTENTIONAL. i just.. When i was converting his face to haikyuu style.. I thought of it like this.. Idk.. I think its because of their eyes.. Though im pretty sure i made gray’s droopy.. Weird.

Anyway maybe i’ll edit the post later on if i ever try to add more different style (uta pri, my own style???, gorrilaz)//3 styles left huurr//. Lol

I had fun doing this. Yep

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Alright so @all-that-and-a-bag-of-trash asked me to draw us being cool friends. So I wondered what if I met her in real life?where would I take her? Well idk if you’ve tried bubble tea, Elle but this would be the first thing I’d wanna do with you 😁. Also I’m just gonna pretend that the fishy likes it after trying it 😋.
(Also for some reason I thought your OC looked kinda like Undyne? Maybe the way I drew her lol) Anyhoo this was super fun so I’m defs gonna draw some more. (But not tonight, it’s 2:00 am and prim needs her sleep 😂)

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Hobrien Week - Day 1:  Hobrien Headcanons

1.   Dylan says random things just to see how hard he can get Hoech to laugh. He will not stop until Hoech falls to the ground cackling like a hyena, gasping for air. Even then Dylan will never stop trying to make him laugh because it’s music to not only his ears, but his heart and soul.

2.  No matter who is talking,when Dylan & Hoech are around each other, their eyes will automatically find the other; like eyes locking onto a source of light at the end of a tunnel.  If you look closely, you could almost see the inside jokes/thoughts/feelings/untold stories of the past and hope for the future floating between their locked gazes.

3.   Touching. They subconsciously seek out each other’s touches during interviews and in general (people between them be damned) grounding each other in the moment, to reality; anchoring one another. A silent, ‘I got you, everything’s alright.’

idk alright soul has shark teeth so i had a random au thought where maka’s like a generic human-like mermaid and he’s a creepy monstrous merman thing, and her at first thinking he doesn’t talk much because he’s aloof and mysterious but really he’s just shy and thinks she’s pretty

plus nice cheery friendly pretty maka and her threatening-looking antisocial shark boyfriend lurking around in the shadows and glaring if you come anywhere near her

Kai; Beautiful

❝Ah… it’s happened again, right? I felt many things just seeing all this unravel and being a person with tanned skin (though I’m Asian, I go under the Sun and got badly sunburnt when I was eight after swimming for four hours without sunblock) but I don’t feel offended being tanned skin despite being fair before or being surrounded by people with fairer skin—idk, I just felt like writing this. ^3^ Regardless of your skin color, you’re beautiful, yep. I’ve said it.
►1240 words || scenario, fluff, slice of life???

“Alright,” You breathed, finding the strength to put the book you were reading aside after slipping the bookmark in and then you turned to look at him. You saw how he snapped out of his little trance, as if he had walk down to the path of immersing himself in his thoughts, deep within that he hadn’t realize you had even said anything through the silent of the night. He swallowed and blinked at you, watching you place the book by the bedside table before directing your attention to him. He still had his eyes at you, blinking, once, twice, and then he said, “Yes?”

“Don’t yes me, Jongin,” You huffed, turning your body, shifting your position of your back against the bed rest and legs stretched out to sitting crossed-legged beside him, your kneecaps touching his thighs and your hands reaching for one of his laying lazily on his lap, “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head as if there was nothing going on in his mind, as if he hadn’t been thinking for the past thirty minutes—as if he wasn’t in his own dimensional world and he wouldn’t have heard you if you weren’t right beside him—yeah, as if.

He managed to offer you a small smile, his hand gripping onto one of yours before he laced your fingers together with his, feeling the complete warmth from your fingers, your palm pressed against his and when he inhaled deeply, he could smell your scent lingering in the air and he felt at complete bliss—if only that was the same in his mind.

“You look pretty,” He smiled wider, causing you to growl as you threatened to reach for the pillow, “Kim Jongin…”

“Okay, okay,” He gave up, letting go of your hand to stop you with his other before you could hold onto the corner of the pillow. He then stretched his arms out, along with his legs, creating vast space for you to crawl in between and even if he hadn’t said anything apart from his low and gentle come here, angel, you would’ve gone over to slide in his embrace.

You settled in his loving arms, his long legs caging you in and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Compared to Jongin, you were somewhat small—unless you wore heels—and boy, you felt victorious whenever you get to climb a ladder. However, the situation was different now. Even when you were leveled with him, you could see in his eyes that he felt small, he felt timid, or rather… ashamed? Scared?

You couldn’t tell which as you turned your body, pressing your arm against his sturdy chest, his eyes blinking at you slowly as if he was being sucked into a daze you brought upon him and you frowned when all he could do was stare at you, into your eyes and his arms tightened around you with a small squeeze, “Jongin… you’re not telling me,”

You could tell he was thinking, contemplating and there was this flare of confusion in his eyes, a sense of wondering as he breathed out, “Have you ever pictured me with whiter skin?”

You were genuinely confused, really. Jongin had always been comfortable with his skin, he was always chill about it—heck, he never talked about it, either. Neither have you. So why was this brought up? You were left shaking your head and with all the honesty in you, your reply was soft but genuine, “No… never, really.”

His eyes widened slightly, as if he was shocked with your reply—were you supposed to think about this?

“N-Not even once?”

You shook your head once more, pinning him down to a corner when he didn’t know what to say. He could only gape at you when you frowned deeply, the creases on your forehead forming—something that would happen whenever you were really lost—and there was this spark of worry in your eyes that ignited his senses, feeling one of your hands grip onto his arm, while the other remained on his forearms, “Jongin… What’s all of this about? Why are you even asking such question?”

He sighed and realized how much he was making you worry, how fast he has made your heartbeat because of this and for what? Just because of his skin tone? To be honest, he didn’t know where all of these came from—where such feelings surfaced from but he just found himself in a slump, thinking of how things would be different, how different he’d appear if he was a shade lighter but to you, none of that mattered and it never will.

“S-Sorry,” He muttered under his breath, placing one hand at the side of your head to caress your forehead, “Stop that, you’ll get wrinkles,”

“I am one step closer to hitting you—“

“I was just thinking, you know?” He admitted all of a sudden, moving his hand to peel your hand off his arm to hold onto his, feeling your fingers in the spaces of his made him have the confidence to speak smoothly, “Because everyone around me are fairer than me and I’d always get mocked ‘cause of my skin tone so I was wondering… what if I had fairer skin?”

“Do you know how attractive you look with the skin color you have now?” You asked him, making him seriously curious as he blinked at you, shaking his head as if he was lost like how you were a moment ago but seeing him this way ached your heart sometimes because he will never know how handsome, how dashing, how beautiful of a person he is no matter what skin color he has—he really needs to know but sometimes, you get it, the insecurities get to them.

“I think you look incredibly handsome and to me, at least, it doesn’t matter what skin tone you have, whatever shade, whatever color—it doesn’t matter,” You spoke, words laced with truth, eyes blinking with sincerity as you moved your hand resting on his forearms to his chest, pressing above a spot where you could feel the faint heartbeats under your palm, “What matters is within—words of what others say won’t define how ugly you are, but how ugly they are. I hope you know that,” You mumbled quietly and you have yet to say something more but you couldn’t look at him, not when he was staring right at you, “And as long as you’re comfortable with that, why change something just because of the words of others?”

He found the ability to smile once more, moving his hand to lap it over yours above his heart, his other tilting your chin up to say, “You know, based on everything you’ve just said, do you know how beautiful of a person you are?”

You shook your head, in slight nervousness this time, “I… I wasn’t aiming for that—“

“You don’t need to aim for anything,” He grinned, feeling much better now, tugging you closer to him as he whispered to your ear, “You’re the most beautiful person, ever.”

“Y-You’re beautiful too,” You meekly said to his face as he leaned away, merely inches away and he could only smile widely as if he was born with it but then again, he was. He was born with such beauty and you’d tell him every day if he needed that.

“But you make me feel beautiful, angel.”