if i'm upset at you i don't want to sleep with you no

hmltntrsh51  asked:

OKAY BUT WHAT IF (this a request) NEWT X READER X STEPHEN SMUTFIC OKAY THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED. READER CALLS BOTH OF THEM DADDY (I'm dead) If you don't want to write this just let me know. I won't be upset at all 😊

Okay guys. Here is the promised NewtxReaderxStephen fic. I wasn’t able to get every single thing y'all wanted in it. I went where inspiration took me. This is the first threesome fic I’ve ever written, so yeah…I was like ‘the fuck is going on!!’ The entire time I was writing it lmao.

Hopefully, it came out decently enough. I didn’t proofread, I’m too lazy. So if there’s embarrassing mistakes, my bad. Also!!! I was so into NewtxStephen I may have made this gayer than expected…..if you ain’t into dudexdude leave now….like right now. Lol

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Imagine: A threesome with Newt and Stephen.

Stephen sat idly by at the table, flipping through his cards and drawings. He seemed to be looking for something important, but really all he reached for was the silver lighter he stolen off a dead German soldier’s body. In the reality of it all, he would’ve never even thought of doing such a thing, but now, so deep into this war nothing seemed to matter.

“You shouldn’t smoke so much.”

Your voice gained his attention, and he looked over at you lying on the bed next to Newt with a raised eyebrow. As if to spite you, he flicked the cap to the lighter up, never leaving your annoyed gaze as he scratched his finger over the switch and ignited his cigarette. He took one long drag, the burning sensation slowly settling his nerves.

“Go back to sleep.”

Stephen’s tone was exhausted, and you could tell he could use some sleep himself, but the lieutenant was hell bent on staying up every single night. There wasn’t much you could do though, truthfully you weren’t even supposed to be here. You spent months running from the war, you had lost your entire family, and if the German’s found you…you’d just end up right along with them. By luck or not, you came upon Stephen one night. You were hiding in the bushes before a dilapidated building, trying hard to hold your breath because you weren’t sure who was on the other side. Nothing helped though, and with a rough tug you found yourself pulled from the foliage and thrown to the ground by a British soldier. When the young man saw it was just a girl, he backed off, sighing heavily and looking back at his superior with a relieved nod. That young man, Newt, ended up becoming your lover, and in truth as handsome as he was, the very need for human affection is what drove you to him to begin with, Stephen just happened to…fall into the same relationship as you two eventually. All of you seeking the same thing, love in a time of hate.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

You scolded, rolling your eyes and snuggling back into Newt’s chest as he tightened his grip on you. The younger soldier was asleep already, head nestled between the crook of your neck as he breathed softly. Stephen just chuckled at your hurt tone, still smoking his cigarette without a care in the world. He flipped through the pages of a newspaper, half of it burned off from the fire that happened earlier today. Still, he read what he could if only to gain any knowledge he might not already have of the war.

“Come on.”

With your hand held out, you beckoned for the lieutenant to join you both, wanting him to rest at least an hour or two. Stephen seemed reluctant, but he removed the cigarette from his mouth walking over to the bed and setting it on the ash tray. He took a seat against the headboard, one leg still off the bed as the other bent slightly and allowed you to rest your head on his knee. He ran his fingers through your hair, humming a song to himself as you closed your eyes. You reached for his other hand, curling your fingers between his in comfort. He squeezed it gently, a sign that he was still very much here in every way.

“Stop bloody singing…”

Newt groaned in frustration, his tired eyes opening to glare up at his friend and superior. Stephen just scoffed at him, clearly having no intention to do as he was asked from someone much younger than him.

“How about you bloody fuck off, Scamander.”

Newt’s lips stretched into a grin, his green eyes softening when he tilted his head to look at you instead. “Hello, darling.”

“Morning, Newt.”

You leaned back a bit, kissing his cheek affectionately before going back to resting on Stephen’s knee.

“You’re on trench duty, Scamander.”

Newt sighed into your shoulder, kissing it lovingly as he glanced up at the lieutenant.

“Yes, sir.”

You watched them both carefully, smiling at the way they spoke to one another. It was obvious they both cared about each other, and truthfully, when you weren’t around you suspected they still shared a bed together. There were multiple times you had walked in and they would quickly make a distance between themselves. You didn’t understand why they felt the need to hide it from you of all people, the intimacies you’ve all shared in this very bed was beyond the realm of normal for most these days anyway.

From the corner of your eye you could see Stephen’s hand resting on the pillow next to Newt’s head, and you had no doubt he was giving the younger soldier the same affections he had been giving you earlier when he was running his fingers between your locks.

Newt nuzzled into your neck, kissing you a bit more passionately now as he nipped at your pulse. It was all too clear to you that Stephen had ignited a certain part of Newt that only came out in the privacy of Stephen’s tent, not that you had any complaints. The love you all shared with one another was something beautiful in your eyes, twisted as it may seem to others.

“Have your fun, Scamander. Then resume your duties.”

The lieutenant smirked down at Newt, still brushing his fingertips across the younger man’s hair as he riled him up for you. Newt seemed pleased with this, and he tugged you closer to his body as he pressed his lower abdomen against your backside. You could feel the hardened heat of his crotch pressing into you, Stephen’s touch having already gotten him more than aroused.

A gasp fell from your parted lips, and you instinctively pushed back into him, wanting more friction as the warmth between your legs began to build.

“Newt…”

You half moaned his name out, still gripping Stephen’s hand in yours as he encouraged Newt to keep going. Which Newt was more than happy to do. He sucked just below your earlobe, knowing after many nights spent together that you were overly sensitive in that spot. He smiled into your heated skin, loving the way you squirmed in his hold. His hands slowly trailed down your front, unbuttoning the top of your dress as he slipped a hand inside.

The minute his roughened fingertips brushed across your nipple you arched back into him, letting out a long moan that conveyed just how badly you suddenly needed him. Newt pressed his lips into your cheek, whispering out sweet words as he ground his hips into you. The pressure alone was enough to make him want to cum, but Stephen scolded him to stop.

“Not yet.”

The lieutenant slid down the headboard, pushing himself up as he found a comfortable spot and laid down next to you. He turned on his side, now sandwiching you between both men the very heat from their bodies making you yearn for so much more.

You gripped Stephen’s uniform, pulling him down so he could kiss you. His lips smashed into yours, tongues tangling and fighting with one another for dominance that he easily gained over you.

Newt watched you both kiss, his breath hitching in his throat as he tried to control the raging desires he was feeling, but how could he when he saw just how needy you both were for this. Newt groaned deeply in want, going back to kissing your neck as he slid his hand up your thigh, pushing the material of your dress up as he exposed your panties. His finger dipped beneath the hem of them, pulling them off slowly as he bit down on your shoulder. His cock was aching terribly behind his pants, and if Stephen wasn’t going to further his relations with you yet, then he would.

Newt pulled away, the sound of his belt coming undone alerting you both. You looked back at him, biting down your lip as you waited for the younger man to take you. Stephen just chuckled at Newt’s eagerness, and he watched intently as his soldier pulled himself free of his restraints.

Newt’s cock was swollen with need, the head of it already leaking drops of cum as he stroked himself. He looked up at Stephen, a silent agreement between the two of them as Stephen grabbed your thigh and lifted it up. He laid it against his own leg, letting you wrap it around his waist as Newt settled himself behind you.

Stephen kissed you on the lips, smirking into them as you gasped loudly, and he used this to his advantage as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, cupping the lieutenant’s cheek as Newt had begun to thrust into you. His movements were quick, but hard enough to make your legs quiver from the force. The sound of his skin hitting you filled the room, and you whined and moaned into Stephen’s face at the feeling of being completely filled by the younger soldier.


Stephen licked his lips in arousal, eyeing his soldier as he fucked you senseless. If he could just sit and watch this forever he would, but his own need was becoming apparent to him. He needed some form of relief and he was going to get it from one of you. He inched his hand down, snaking it between your body and his as he found your clit. He rubbed at it, creating a rhythm that had you practically screaming at all the sensations.

You threw your head back against Newt’s shoulder, crying out as your body began to stiffen from all the pleasure. Stephen’s fingers worked you wildly, and Newt just kept slamming into you from behind like it was the last time he’d get to make love to you. It wasn’t something you thought you could handle for long, and if Stephen kept that pace up you would be finished in no time.

“Tell the lieutenant how much you like that…”

Newt grunted out, licking the shell of your ear as he smiled over at Stephen. The older man laughed at that, his eyes focused on his soldier as they both awaited your response. You mumbled out a sentence that none of them understood, but you were far too gone to respond coherently.

“You know, it’s considered insubordination if you ignore your superiors.”

Stephen rasped out, his nose pressing into your cheek as he quickened the movement of his fingers.

“I….fuck…”

Newt grinned at your language, not used to hearing you talk like that except for in these moments. But, the very sound of your seductive voice made him just want to move harder, to give you so much pleasure you couldn’t walk for a week or two. He leaned over towards Stephen, his lips inches from his lieutenant’s as he spoke.

“Get inside her…”

Stephen gritted his teeth, the overwhelming desire to kiss the younger man clawing at the back of his mind. He eyed him warily, unsure of what to do, but he simply nodded, removing his hand from between you two and undoing his own belt. You watched with a shade of red on your cheeks as Stephen brought his fingers to his lips, ready to lap off whatever juices from you clung to them. But, Newt grabbed his hand, capturing Stephen’s attention as he leaned forward, green eyes gazing up at his lieutenant as he wrapped his warm tongue around them. He sucked down on Stephen’s fingers, bobbing his head, mimicking exactly what he’s done to him before in a much more intimate setting.

The lieutenant stared in disbelief, not really sure how he felt about Newt doing this in front of you. But, with that sweet mouth sliding around his fingers like that he wasn’t sure he truly cared anymore.

“Scamander…”

Stephen’s voice was heavy with desire, and you smiled widely, hiding your face between the lieutenant’s neck. You wondered when they’d get around to just letting themselves seek pleasure in each other even when with you. As far as you were concerned, this only made these moments that more pleasurable.

Stephen groaned at the loss of that tongue flicking around his fingers, and he watched as Newt licked his lips, teasing him further. But, he kept his wits about him, swallowing that lump in his throat as he shifted closer. He spread your legs wider, giving himself room to join Newt in pleasuring you.

Both men kissed you, one on the lips, the other on your shoulder trying to distract you from the initial feeling of Stephen pushing inside of you as well.

“Ahh!”

You clutched Stephen’s jacket, the feeling of being stretched by them both causing a jolt of pain to shoot up your spine. And yet, the idea of it all was enough to make you ease up, wanting to feel both their cocks thrust into you and bring you to completion.

“Bloody hell-”

Newt growled as Stephen’s cock joined his inside your warmth, the feeling of the older man’s length rubbing into his making him want to lose it right then. But, he muffled his moans into your back, grabbing a hold of your hips as he made you lay still.

You let out the breath you were holding, whimpering out as you dropped your forehead against Stephen’s chest. Both men were panting by now, wanting to move but not wanting to hurt you all the same.

“Are you alright?” Stephen whispered into your ear, nuzzling your cheek. You smiled up at him, nodding your head softly as you begged them both to move.

Newt looked at Stephen, his breath quickening when the lieutenant’s eyes met his. They slowly started to move inside you, finally syncing their rhythms as they thrust up and down. By this point, the room was filled with the sound of all your moans and groans, each of you giving into the sensations and wanting more. Newt reached over and grasped Stephen’s jacket, looking at him with such a passion as he pulled him forward.

Their lips crashed into each other, and Stephen finally caved into his desires as he forced his tongue into Newt’s mouth. They kept up their pace, sliding in and out of you as they massaged each other’s tongues. You were far too busy moaning and mumbling out both their names you didn’t even pay attention to them. You just needed to feel that moment of bliss your body so desperately longed for.

Stephen cupped Newt’s cheek, brushing his thumb along his cheekbone as he growled deep into the kiss. He had made up his mind somewhere, that once he was done with you he’d be doing the same thing to his soldier.

“Fuck…” Stephen gasped against Newt’s mouth, shutting his eyes tightly as your walls clenched down around them both. Newt was in no better shape, and he panted out a curse as he came inside of you.

Your body shook with waves of ecstasy, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your orgasm began to wear off. You sagged back against Newt’s chest, his lips connecting with your sweaty forehead as he smiled.

“Good show, love.”

You giggled, looking back at him as he slowly pulled out of you. Stephen grinned at the younger man’s words, holding your hips gently as he did the same and slipped out.

The lieutenant was still very much in need of relief, but he didn’t press either of you for it. He laid back against the bed, smiling in his current state of bliss.

You looked down at him, noticing his length was still at attention, and you wanted him to reach that perfect high Newt and you already had. With a smirk, you tilted your head back, whispering something to the soldier that Stephen didn’t quite hear or pay attention to.

You lifted yourself up, untangling yourself from Newt’s arms as you straddled the lieutenant’s head. Stephen raised his eyebrow at you, lips lifting at the corner in amusement.

“What are you planning?

You grabbed the headboard in both hands, spreading your legs more and putting your sex on full display for Stephen to see.

“Come on, lieutenant…”

He chuckled at your needy nature, but he ran his hands up your thighs, getting a hold of your waist as he lifted his head. He opened his mouth, tongue coming out as he wasted no time in licking a path up your cunt.

Your nails dug into the headboard, head tilted back as he licked and lapped at your wet folds. Newt looked up at you, smiling when you winked down at him. He rose to his hands and knees, climbing down the bed and hovering just over Stephen’s lap. He glanced up at his superior, licking his lips before he leaned down.

Stephen sucked around your clit, pulling you down more onto his face as you rolled your hips above him. He hungrily buried his face into you, his cock only twitching with need. He was going to reach down and finish himself off, but he released your swollen clit from his lips and gasped out in pleasure.

His head fell onto the pillow, eyes staring up at you as Newt licked around the head of his length.

“Scamander what are-”

“Shh.”

You smiled down at Stephen, shushing away his slight discomfort as if to say you knew he wanted this. He simply chuckled, his laugh quickly turning into a drawn out moan as Newt hollowed his cheeks and sucked around him. Stephen closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the younger man’s mouth around his cock. He gripped your waist once more, pulling you back down and continuing to eat you out. He growled into your heat, bucking his hips up into Newt’s mouth. He was growing closer by the minute, and he muffled as many moans of his as he could against your inner thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t last long. Newt definitely knew how to work his mouth.

The younger man pressed his tongue against the underside of Stephen’s length, his hand curling around him to stroke up and down. The feeling of both lips and hand was slowly drawing Stephen into a mess, and it wasn’t long before you came again, riding out your orgasm astride the lieutenant’s face. He lapped up your juices eagerly, making sure to completely get it all before he too succumbed to his desires.

Newt slid his lips off Stephen, swallowing his seed before wiping at his chin. He took his spot next to you both again, all of you completely spent and sweaty from your love session.

You stretched out on the bed, muscles beginning to relax as the endorphins rushed through them. You curled up next to Stephen, closing your eyes as sleep began to claim you.

The lieutenant kissed your temple, reaching over to the small desk he had and grabbing his cigarette and lighter. He lit the end of it, enjoying the long drag he took. He blew out the smoke, curling his arm around you and tapping Newt on the arm. The soldier looked down at Stephen’s hand, taking the cigarette that was being offered to him.

Newt placed it between his lips, letting it hang there for a second as he rose up and buttoned up his pants again. He slicked his hair back, grabbing his hat from the table and placing it back on his head. He took a quick puff of the cigarette, before handing it back to his superior, and bowing slightly.

“Sir.” He spoke up, giving his regards before heading towards the exit of the tent to get back to work. Stephen watched him go with a smile on his face, knowing he’d be coming around tonight again.


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Wowwwww that’s quite possibly the smuttiest shit I’ve written. Lol Ugh. I don’t even know if any of that made sense…..I was so confused half the time. If it did make sense and you liked it, let me know 😂

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Request: I love your stories so much! If it is no trouble I was wondering if you could write a newtxreader where the reader feels like she has been a burden to Newt and it gets to the point when she leaves when he isn’t noticing? And then he comes to find her? Really angsty please? Thanks! 

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Pairing: Newt x Reader

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The pot clatters to the ground, breaking open and sending black dirt rolling across the floor. Newt cranes his head around from where he’s working. He watches the shrivelfig bounce across the ground and ricochet off his boot.

Wiping his hands on a towel, he leans down and lifts it. “Efficient.”

You return his grin with your own half-hearted smile as you turn to grab a broom.

Newt notices your insincerity. “You okay, love?”

Your back to Newt, you nod. “Fine.”

He focuses back on the potion in front of him. “You sure?”

“Positive,” you murmur. Guilt tugs at you. You don’t like lying to Newt, but this isn’t his problem.

You go to sweep up the spilled dirt, but before you can even touch a grain of it with the broom, it starts spinning around. The pieces of the pot reassemble themselves, and the dirt shoots back into the mended pot. Newt doesn’t need to look at you for you to know he’s smiling.

“No need for the broom, love, I’ve got it.”

You stare at the clean ground, unmoving. Of course you’d mess up and break something Newt needed. Of course he’d need to clean up after you.

“Everything okay?” The nonchalant question comes from over his shoulder as he stirs the mixture.

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MYTHS VS REALITIES OF THE SIGNS
  • Aries Myth: You are loud and angry and enjoy conflict.
  • Aries Reality: I don't know how to channel my emotions so I express them through physical and verbal actions.
  • Taurus Myth: You are lazy, eat a lot, and always complain.
  • Taurus Reality: I enjoy luxury and relaxing. I work hard to be able to relax so often. I only want the best, I'm actually a picky eater.
  • Gemini Myth: You are two-faced and have too many personalities.
  • Gemini Reality: I have a lot going on in my mind and I can't express it through only one persona. I am highly adaptable to any situation.
  • Cancer Myth: You are weak and fragile.
  • Cancer Reality: I am strong. My weakness is a facade. My true strength lies in my unpredictability.
  • Leo Myth: You are vain and egocentric.
  • Leo Reality: I have pride in myself and everything I do. I am all about self betterment and know that even I have things I can improve.
  • Virgo Myth: You are a loner and frigid. You are socially awkward.
  • Virgo Reality: I love communicating with others, but I am very shy. However, I think best alone.
  • Libra Myth: You are fake and can't think for yourself.
  • Libra Reality: I just want to make everybody happy. I never pick anything because I am afraid of making some people upset.
  • Scorpio Myth: You are dark and dislike others. You are obsessed with sex.
  • Scorpio Reality: I am afraid of opening up to others. Sex is the only time I can open up to others without truly giving myself up.
  • Sagittarius Myth: You are always happy and optimistic.
  • Sagittarius Reality: I try to be optimistic for others. I use my happiness as a bandage to ignore my true feelings.
  • Capricorn Myth: You are boring and obsessed with work.
  • Capricorn Reality: I hate working, but I want to reap the benefits of success. I am afraid of letting others down.
  • Aquarius Myth: You are weird and detached.
  • Aquarius Reality: I prefer to keep my distance. I have a wide variety of interests but relations with others are not my strong suit.
  • Pisces Myth: You're always sleeping, crying, or high.
  • Pisces Reality: I just want to escape. The real world is harsh and I don't know how to cope with it.
who should you fight - monsta x edition
  • Shownu - who wins: Shownu
  • I have to ask - why would you do this to yourself? You were walking into failure. Not even God will fight Shownu. And you want to try? Not only will Shownu win, worst of all, he'll sit you down after it and say "I'm not angry I'm just disappointed". Now you've upset your dad. Great going.
  • Kihyun - who wins: Kihyun
  • Listen, I get where you're coming from. You probably think you could take him on? He's so adorable and small and aww look at those cheeks and that smol face. WRONG. You would be a fool. Do not forget that Kihyun is a Scorpio. He is a contained bubble of untapped rage. Kihyun will mercilessly tear you apart, physically and verbally, and probably make soup afterwards for everyone else while your bitch ass walks home broken.
  • Minhyuk - who wins: you
  • Please fight Minhyuk. He's fucking ridiculous. This pretty fuckboy will take a selfie mid-fight and just wants to stir up drama so he'll have it coming and needs to meet you in the pit. You'll win and he'll take a selfie afterward because he has no shame. That's just another reason to fight him honestly. No man has a right to look that beautiful after a fight.
  • Wonho - who wins: Wonho
  • I can't see why you'd want to fight Wonho but if you want to you will lose miserably. Have you Seen his muscles??? Do not be fooled by his pretty face, and his sunshine personality. He is ALL Muscle. He will Destroy you and be serving some #looks while he does it. This is just a gym exercise for him. If you must fight him I wish you luck.
  • Hyungwon - who wins: you
  • Not only can you fight Hyungwon easily but you'll win. He's so tall you could probably knock him over like a particularly attractive domino. But why would you do that? What did he do to you? He was probably sleeping and you just decided to throw down? What a hollow victory. What are you trying to prove?? What did he do wrong you monster?
  • Jooheon - who wins: tie
  • It would be an even match (as long as you don't involve his thighs in which case, good luck). On your side you have the element of surprise, on Jooheon's side he has the advantage of.....being able to roll yarn really fast. Either way it'll be exciting.
  • I.M - who wins: tie
  • I mean, my first question is why though. Why would you fight him what has Changkyun done wrong??? Was he TOO cute??? Were his raps TOO good??? Did he make a bad pun??? Wait if it's the last reason, you DEFINITELY have to beat his ass. It has to happen. Either way, it'll be a close match. Fair warning though, if you win against him, you'll have to fight all the other members afterwards who will not hesitate to protect their beloved maknae.

lance-punk  asked:

Idea: Altean! Prince Lance with his sister Allura. Lance wakes up feeling terrible and Luke's everywhere, and his Galra bodyguard/boyfriend Keith is like ???? But they have a visitor coming so Lance has to get up while he's getting ready he likes and faints and hits his head? And Keith finds him and is like o shit. Sorry if I don't make sense I'm high off paracetamol lmao

oh my gosh, I freaking love this so much. I would LOVE to see it as a fic. 

Imagine:

  • Lance is getting ready and Keith is waiting outside his door for him to get dressed so he can accompany him on all the morning errands Lance has to run before the visitors arrive
  • The visitors are really… particular about how they believe royalty should act, and they especially frown upon the Galra. They know that Prince Lance has a Galra bodyguard and have decided that they think it’s okay, but they don’t and can’t know that he’s close with him. 
  • So Keith is waiting and he’s like “Lance did you just go back to sleep??? Get up you lazy ass” and he goes in but Lance isn’t in his bed sleeping
  • Keith looks around and finds Lance in the bathroom, throwing up and looking super weak, sweaty, and pale
  • Keith is like “omg okay I’ll go get Allura and tell her she needs to handle the meeting on her own” but Lance is like “it’s fine, I probably just had too much wine last night when we were celebrating the new peace treaty (which is why the visitors are so important–they’re coming to sign the treaty and if Lance screws it up, then they lose an ally and could even go to war)
  • Keith is like “oh, okay then” because that does make sense–Lance had had a few the night before
  • Keith gets Lance some things for hangover and Lance says it helped even though he still looks queasy and shaky
  • So the time comes for the meeting and Keith is dressing Lance in his super formal robes and notices the fever just pouring off him, and tells him he really needs to skip the meeting, but Lance can’t, because canceling now would be seen as rude and disrespectful and could set the visitors off, so he’s just gonna deal with it
  • So Lance and Allura are going down the stairs to the banquet hall and Keith and the other guards are waiting at the bottom of the stairs and suddenly Lance starts to stumble and finally falls
  • Keith yelps and calls out Lance’s name, running to his side, and the visitors are appalled  by this guard’s lack of using Lance’s first name only, and they pry him away and Lance starts to get really upset because keef no come back
  • Allura smooths everything over with the visitors while the guards take Lance back to his room, but for appearances, they have to send Keith to the dungeons until the prisoners leave and act like he’s being punished
  • Lance hears someone talking about Keith being in the dungeons and he’s like “oh HELL no” and he sneaks out of his room to go break Keith out of jail
  • He’s outside the cell, barely conscious, burning up, v upset that Keith is being punished because of him, and even though Keith is trying to explain that it’s fine, that it’s temporary, that it’s fake–Lance just wants to get him out. But he passes out right at the doors of the cell, keys too far away for Keith to reach and unlock the door to help, so all he can do is reach through and stroke Lance’s hair until help arrives
  • The visitors want to come see the prisoner, and when they and Allura get there, they find Lance collapsed and Keith still petting him, and Keith is like “he’s just really kind and very sick, he’s not in his right mind; he felt bad that I was punished for trying to help but please don’t be mad at him” and the visitors are like “…fine. But to prove that there’s nothing going on between you two, I want Princess Allura to banish the guard” 
  • Allura is like “okay” and she pretends to, but Lance regains a bit of consciousness and starts to fight it, saying he loves him
  • It’s the first time he’s ever said that to Keith and the first time anyone has ever said that to Keith and even though everything is terrible and it’s a horrible time, Keith can’t help but say it back
  • And Allura is like “y’all are killin me” but explains to the visitors that Keith is a v good boy and that he and the Prince are courting, and the visitors are like disgusted but eventually just like “fuck it. We’ll sign the treaty anyway because we don’t want to fight your army and the Galra army.” and the day is saved thanks to Allura and no thanks to the Idiot Boyfriends
  • Keith gets out of prison and nurses Lance back to health

Oh my fucking god sorry this got out of control

anonymous asked:

I don't know if I'm late for the drabble game but I have been thinking about this for a while. Can you please do a Taehyung's POV from Zaddy 3, that part when he's coming to see her, and the whole fight? That part when she's scared of him, the whole almost- slapping thing it's one of my fav parts, you're genius. ❤ I hope I'm not late for the party, but don't feel pressured or anything.. 😇

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Happy Valentines Day

Requested: valentines day imagine on valentines day?

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“How are you doing today, buddy?” Your roommate asks as she plops down on the couch next to you. She knows that you’re a little down today because it’s Valentines day so you get to see a ton of couples posting pictures together, but you’ll spend most of the day just missing your boyfriend and trying not to be sad about the fact that you won’t be able to spend Valentines Day together.

“I’m alright.” You reply shortly, not wanting to complain because you really don’t have anything to complain about. You’re just lucky to have Shawn, and you’re proud of everything he’s accomplished, so you won’t let yourself be upset that he can’t be here and that you haven’t even heard from him all day.

“I’m sorry,” She says, even though you said you were alright, she knows you’re not exactly. “Have you talked to him today at least?” She questions.

“Nah, he’s sleeping I think?” You respond because he hasn’t replied to anything you’ve sent him yet, but you’re just assuming with the time zones its probably the middle of the night where he is.

“It’ll just be that much better the next time you see him,” She tries to offer support.

“Thanks, really. I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

She smiles sadly at you, and you hate that she pities you even though she’s not doing it intentionally. At least she drops the subject and you get to talk about other things that puts you in a bit of a better mood and gets your mind off the fact that it’s Valentines Day and you haven’t even heard anything from your boyfriend even though it’s nearly three in the afternoon where you are.

You decide to take a shower, something that normally just helps you to get your mind of things that are bothering you. You’ve probably sent Shawn about ten messages and he hasn’t replied to anything. That’s unlike him, but you know he gets busy sometimes and it isn’t his fault. Or he could be sleeping. Either way it sucks that of all days, he chose Valentines day to not reply to your messages.

When you get out of the shower and get dressed you check your phone again, half expecting to have no notifications, but you’re surprised to see that Shawn has finally texted you. Happy Valentines Day babe xx and the next message asks, Did you get the flowers? You feel a little better. At least he sent flowers, but you hadn’t received any flowers.

You’re alive. No, I haven’t? You reply.

Oh comes his immediate response, and then They should be there soon, are you home?

Yeah You click send and are starting to text him asking about his day just to see how he is, but your doorbell rings. You wonder if it is the flowers he sent, and if it is you’re thinking how it is really weird timing since he had just talked about it. You shake off the thought and open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. You see the flowers first, probably two dozen red roses. There are so many flowers that you can’t even see the person holding them. You’re about to try to thank the guy who delivered them when the person moves the flowers and you actually see his face. You have to stop yourself from screaming, and your hand goes to your shocked mouth. “Shawn?” You say, not believing your eyes.

“Your flowers are here, baby.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

You just hug him tightly, despite the flowers being slightly in your way, then you usher him inside. He hands you the vase of flowers and you quickly put them down before finding yourself back in his arms. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.” He says softly into your ear and you can’t stop yourself from thinking how it really is a happy Valentines Day now that he’s here.

Yousana drabble/one-shot

Yousef was excited to go to the stupid karaoke event.

He really was, really.

Seeing Sana again after they hung out on Friday? Being able to talk to her freely without being afraid of Elias possibly being hostile about it? Not feeling insecure about not being a Muslim?

He was excited.

So imagine his shock when he walked in and all he saw was Even singing while Sana was grinning and cheering him on.

His blood was boiling.

He told her everything about him - okay, maybe not everything, but he told her the basics. She knew the reason he stopped believing in Allah was because of him. She sought out Even, probably asked him to come so that they could make up or whatever. And possibly get him to believe in Allah again.

Hell no.

She was trying to change him and no matter how sweet her smile was or how bright her eyes were or how adorable she was whenever she got excited about something as insignificant as cockroaches, she couldn’t.

She can’t change his beliefs.

So he ignored her.

After seeing Elias arguing with Even’s friends, he had the idea that things would not be going well so he immediately had to seek Sana out to help her brother. He didn’t want to speak to her but he couldn’t just let Elias lash out.

Right after she left to help him, her friend Noora started speaking to him.

“Bad day?” she smiled knowingly, observing his annoyed expression.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Ah, Sana. She’s the most loyal sibling I’ve ever met,” Noora commented.

He shrugged. “Elias and Sana might annoy the fuck out of each other but if you hurt one of them, you hurt the other.” That was actually a direct quote from Elias when he warned him before inviting him to the stupid SYNG event.

“She’s usually loyal,” Noora sighs. “Especially as a Muslim, I just can’t help but admire how dedicated she is. With all this Russ stuff, she still manages to practice her religion without a struggle.”

Yousef shrugged. If he heard one more word about Sana, he was going to scream. All he wanted to do was to forget the girl with the cute dimples and kickass basketball skills.

“I remember once we went to this party last year and there was this Penetrator guy hitting on her and she rejected him in such an embarrassing way that he couldn’t even talk to us anymore,” Noora recalls with a laugh.

Yousef couldn’t help but crack a smile. The same girl who could barely meet his eyes had no trouble telling off some random stranger.

She had no trouble trying to change him either.

“It’s actually pretty cool that she’s loyal to the whole rule about only marrying Muslims. There’s a lot of non-Muslim guys who have shown interest in her but she’d brush them off without a problem.”

That caught his attention. “What?”

“Yeah, she told me that Muslims could only marry other Muslims. She was pretty strict about it.”

Yousef clenched his jaw.

Why even bother with her anymore if she was going to end up marrying some random Muslim guy?

The thought of it made his heart clench. He didn’t want to picture her with anyone.

“Actually it was because I was interested in you,” Noora laughed, catching Yousef by surprise. “She told me that I’d be better off without though.”

His eyes hardened. “Did she, now?”

Noora tilted her head. “Yup. She said something about Muslim guys like you only using Norwegian girls until they want to get serious about a Muslim girl or something like that.”

He wanted to laugh. He’s been losing sleep and smiling for hours thinking about a girl who thought he was that low and disrespectful.

He wanted to stop loving her.

He wanted to forget her.

He wanted to never think about her again.

Yousef found himself smiling a sinister smile. “Well, I’m actually not Muslim.”

Noora widened her eyes and coughed. “What?”

“I don’t believe in Allah,” Yousef shrugged.

Noora grinned. “So I guess you’re not concerned with only marrying Muslim girls?”

He forced a smirk. “No.”

“In that case…” Noora leaned forward and touched his chest with her small hand. Her eyes drifted towards his lips and he knew exactly what she was thinking.

He slowly moved towards her and lowered his eyelids.

All he could see was Sana smiling as he handed her flowers. Sana laughing as she sneakily stole the ball from him. Sana’s terrible carrot peeling skills. Sana’s rant about the universe with her eyes wide and excited and bubbly like a cute, curious little girl’s. Sana’s challenging stare whenever someone questioned her abilities.

He needed to stop thinking about her. He needed to stop thinking about the girl he’d never have.

Without a further thought, he threw Sana’s beautiful face out of his mind as he leaned forward and met Noora’s lips with his own.

anonymous asked:

Aren't you being a bit dramatic tho? There's nothing wrong with someone wanting to lose a little weight so long as he's being healthy about it and no one is forcing him to do it, it's his choice and it's perfectly ok if that's want he wants to do with his body.

the motivation behind his decision is what’s bothering me. he “wants to look nice for fans”, “am i overweight? i don’t think i’m overweight. i’m not overweight, right?”, “i used to dislike eating”, “i will feel guilty if i eat this”, “you will get fat if you this”, “there wasn’t too much calories in this meal, was it?” 

just. just listen to me okay and try to be understanding. i’ve been dealing with an eating disorder for YEARS of course dieting/weight a sensitive topic for me. i’m especially worried because not a while ago yoongi talked about starving himself to “look better” and not being able to sleep because of hunger? does it sound healthy to you????? 

i’m not saying it’s wrong to want to lose a little weight but the way he talked about it legit triggered me i swear he’s been talking about how guilty he feels for eating a lot and not wanting to get fat for half of that vlive 

those big life moments

pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 1,864
prompt: “day four: argument - even the best of couples have their bad days, but not all arguments are all that serious” 
written for: rucas fanfic week 2017 
summary: big, life changing moments are supposed to be remembered forever. but riley has a feeling this one might be memorable for a whole different reason. 
notes: this fic originally was a really fluffy piece, that slowly because some more emo and a lil angsty, but it still ends on a positive note, i swear. it examines how something pretty minor can evoke a lot of emotions from people. i’m not 100% pleased with the results, but what can you do. also, this fic takes place in the universe of gotor (written by maggie @friarlucas) and my own fic, sign of the times, but is in the future. enjoy! 

“Lucas, I don’t really see what the big deal is?”

Riley watched as Lucas took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with her completely. She knew that there was going to be a conversation between them when he got home today, but she didn’t know that it was going to go down the way that it was so far.

There were multiple beats of silence between them, the only noise in the room being the hum of the refrigerator. Lucas was still refusing to meet her gaze and the longer there was a silence between them, the more and more nervous Riley became that she had thoroughly screwed up.

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Awhile back @destiny-hoodie and @ximenib made a beautiful izuocha au I have always wanted to headcanon for but never had the inspiration to come up with anything. Thanks to the recent increase in izuocha fandom posivity I have finally been struck by my muse and came up with a fair share for it, wanting to dole out anything I can in thanks to everyone who’s had a nice things to say or share with one another and even those who just need a little more izuocha in their life ;)

childhood friends au

  • ochako had quite a bit of trouble fitting in after transferring due in part to her accent and a bit of child cruelty but thanks to that she got to know izuku would like and accept her without dumb kid prejudices, he’s a real friend and she’s come to really value the friendship they have.
  • shared food growing up all the time, ochako still has a habit of having no reservations about snatching whatever snack izuku has on hand. Izuku will fake sulk but in truth he’ll never be upset because well its ochako (+loves seeing her happy face when she eats something she likes)
  • sleepovers usually consisted of watching hero videos and deku muttering all through them, ochako usually being at a near constance with him found when he did it softy would soothe her and even relax her into sleep. This effect still holds up today.
  • finding out how much of an interest deku has toward quirks, ochako wanted to take part in his interest by doing little kid experiments using hers. Both are considered the neighbourhood pranksters thanks to those experiments.
  • since ochako liked to dress in comfortable boyish clothes as a kid, the first time izuku sees her in her uniform he’s a little taken aback and becomes flustered at first. Thinking she looks cuter than usual and his heart clenches a lot, he has no clue why thats been happening.
  • a rumour went around that ochako & katsuki  secretly liked/were dating, mostly due to ochako’s assertive attitude toward him (anyone else would fawn or avoid him). It left deku feeling awkward and unsure for a long time until he heard from ochako herself that of course nothing was going on between them. He’s still not quite sure why he was so relieved to hear that.
  • ochako and bakugou had one talk together about izuku back in middle, it didn’t go very well and they haven’t spoken about it since still sorta ongoing for them waiting to be settled.

I have no idea what kind of hc you guys had for your AU but I hope you don’t mind these little additions of my own :’)

Summary: After being cheated on by the arguable love of his life, Mark turned to you for support but, soon support wasn’t all that you were giving him.
Member: Mark

Originally posted by j-miki

Mark stomped away from Chrissy, who was chasing after him. He couldn’t believe what he saw and yet everything he saw seemed to, at the same time, be expected from her. When she caught up with him she grabbed his arm and pulled.

“Mark please hear me out!” she cried. Her face was wet and her hair stuck to her face. But Mark didn’t know if that was from screwing around or her running to him and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know either. 

“Chris, I mean it leave me alone.” you replied through gritted teeth. Chrissy sobbed as Mark walked through his house, unaware she was still following. Once they were both inside however, she made a noise and Mark jerked to a stop and turned. “What the hell did I say?”

“Mark, I swear I didn’t cheat on you! Why would you think that?”

“You think I want to?” he stepped closer. “You think I want to believe that my girlfriend is sleeping around?” Mark’s mouth trembled as he tried to keep himself calm but it wasn’t working. “I-I loved you. I have been nothing but good to you and this is how you repay me? You-you go sleeping around with some jackass?”

“Mark please believe me. I was working out that’s why I’m all sweaty and the boxers on the ground are yours I bought them for you three months ago, but you never wore them so I used them.”

Mark watched Chrissy as she sobbed, an overwhelming feeling of regret tugging at him. He was about to reach out towards her when his phone chimed. He looked from his pocket to her but chose the phone. When he opened it there was a message from an unknown number with a picture of Chrissy kissing some guy. Mark gripped his phone and threw it into a mirror left of him. Chrissy shrieked and ducked. 

Mark pointed to the door, “Get out.”

“Mark…”

“Get out!” he said louder and this time she listened. Mark breathed out, composed himself, and walked to the backyard where his family and were all around the table with balloons and a cake. Behind them there was a banner that read, ‘Happy Birthday, Mark’ and BBQ in the center of the table. But the one thing Mark couldn’t forget was the look on all their faces after hearing the fight. 

Mark walked slowly to Y/N apartment with his hands in his pockets. He stepped his feet on the mat in front of the door and eyed the number ‘93′ on her door. He traced it a couple times thinking of how shitty of a birthday he had. Yet somehow, he made it through the party without a hitch. After the fifth trace, he knocked on the door and waited. You opened it after a couple moments in a light green night gown and a piece of toast in your mouth.

“Mark? Oh, my God!” you threw the piece of toast onto the coffee table and opened your arms for a hug, “Hey Happy Birthday, what are you doing here?” you asked waiting for a hug that never came. “Mark?” you questioned.

Mark removed his hands from his pockets, stepped in, closed the door, and kissed you. Just like he always did, he got rid of his problems through you. He roamed his hands down your back until they were squeezing your butt and lifting you up so your legs could wrap around his waist. You weren’t knew to this, anytime Mark was hurt he used you, and you couldn’t say you were all that upset about it. 

Still you had to ask, “Mark, what’s wrong?”

Mark breathed and shook his head before kissing you again. He didn’t want to talk and you weren’t going to make him so, for yet another night you let him have all of you, no questions asked.

Shiro’s Nose

Anon: Let’s consider Shiro with a deviated septum from whatver gave him that bad-ass nose scar so he snores and is prone to sinus infections, which confuses Allura because “omg your brain fluids are leaking out!?”

A/N: CONSIDER IT CONSIDERED. I was actually just thinking about Shiro’s scar when this popped up! I also imagine his nose just generally being crooked and adorable.

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

  • So this has to be Shallura because I’m weak
  • They’ve started sleeping together, both for sexy times and for helping Shiro’s nightmares and PTSD
  • And Allura did not sign up for snoring
    • She signed up for cuddles and sex with this beefcake of a paladin, she signed up for not being lonely at night and helping Shiro sleep better. She knew some snoring would be a risk, but she snores a bit too, how bad can it be?
    • BAD
  • He snores like a chainsaw, and she doesn’t even know what a chainsaw is but she agrees.
    • “That’s not even a word and I agree with you!”
  • And Shiro feels bad because he can’t help it. He’s been sleeping so much better with Allura, so he falls into deeper sleep and that makes it worse
  • After a few days of sleepless nights for the princess, she gets touchy and starts and gets into an argument with him
    • It’s not too bad, nothing hurtful was said, but it still leaves the two of them upset. 
    • But afterward, they apologize and work out a solution.
  • Shiro now sleeps with one of those strips that goes across the nose and widens his airways
    • Allura likes to put it right on his scar
  • And Allura sleeps with special earplugs. This doesn’t completely eliminate the noise, but it’s quiet enough for Allura to sleep properly
  • And then comes the sinus infection
  • It starts with a simple cold. Everyone on the ship gets it, Shiro gets it too, no one thinks anything about it.
  • But Shiro’s is lasting longer than everybody else’s. Even though he caught it last, this shouldn’t be going on for this long. And Shiro isn’t handling it well.
    • If it were a normal cold, he’d be functioning like normal. Maybe with less energy and a packet of tissues, but he’d still be Shiro.
    • Not this time. His head is pounding, his face feels like there’s cotton stuffed in it. AND he has all the symptoms of a normal cold.
      • Which makes him snore worse.
  • Everyone expects Allura to be angry. She’s getting less sleep, and Shiro’s not able to calm her down a bit when he’s in this state.
  • But instead, she’s panicked
    • “Shiro keeps leaking from the nose, Coran! Sometimes it’s clear, but sometimes it’s yellow and green, and sometimes it’s all bloody and doesn’t stop for a while! And he’s not thinking like his normal self!”
    • Coran jumps to conclusions because he’s Coran. “His brain fluids must be leaking out! And if it’s bloody, his brain might be hemorrhaging!”
  • The other paladins find the Alteans trying to push Shiro into a healing pod. They’ve gotten pretty far since Shiro’s not doing a good job with the infection.
    • In reality, Allura could just throw him in on her own, as we’ve seen before, but she doesn’t want to jostle his head anymore or else his brain might start bleeding again!
  • After a very intense Shiro custody fight, and after explaining what a sinus infection is and how he probably has a deviated septum, the Alteans finally relent and say the humans probably know more about the humans than they do.
    • They ask if they could fix his deviated septum somehow.
    • But it’s already healed, so that would require breaking his nose again and making sure it heals properly. Shiro doesn’t want this.
  • Now that Allura understands that Shiro’s just sick and miserable, she’s a lot more patient with his snoring. Even after the infection is gone, she’s happy to just gently roll Shiro over or wake him up just enough to get him to stop snoring for a while.
  • And she makes sure to give him extra kisses on the nose whenever she can.

anonymous asked:

If Ketch's new orders are to eliminate the Americans hunters, then she's going to have to kill Mary, and they have a thing even if they say they don't have a thing, Ketch it's, actually, the one who looked like he knew about the thing but was too insecure or oblivious about it to tell her anything. It'd be... i DONT know, if that's the case I hope Mary kills him before

I’m not really sure I understand what you mean there, but yes, I do agree that Ketch and Mary are having very different reactions to their (unforeseen) night of fun. I think that episode revealed a lot about who Ketch is and what he wants, but, since this is Buckleming, I’m not sure it was intentional, and how seriously should we take it. For instance, we now know with some certainty that Ketch is colour-blind, in a sense - that when we’ve seen him being rude to women, it wasn’t about them being women, per se - Ketch seems to operate in a world where the only people worthy of respect are those who do his job, and do it well. And, even more unusual, he doesn’t seem to mind if someone - even an outsider like Mary - is better than him. When she corrects him in front of Mick, who, after all, is supposed to be his boss, telling him they’ve killed eight shape-shifters, and not seven, Ketch is not annoyed in the least. Instead, he’s admirative. Considering he’s an alpha male who kills and tortures people for a living, this tells us a great deal about how his mind works.

(Mary’s attitude in that scene tells us a lot about her as well - here she is, the failed daughter, the failed wife and the failed mother, doing the only thing she knows how to do and doing it whit a proud smile on her face. I’d say there is a parallel with Dean in there somewhere, Daddy’s blunt instrument and all that, but I’m not sure it’d be appropriate - after all, we know Dean wants out, in some way; that he doesn’t want to be that person, never has. Mary, on the other hand - despite her insistence in pointing out she can ‘have it all’ is not, in fact, having it all. Whatever she says, she’s deliberately chosen hunting and killing over her sons, and she’s having a whale of a time. This is not a moral judgement: I’m simply trying to understand the character.)

Like - when Ketch was talking to Dean, he never showed his hand at all, in a way. But when Mary told him she once left hunting behind because she wanted a normal life, David does an excellent job to convey what would be pity on someone else’s face and is, instead, a kind of half empathy on Ketch’s. I have this feeling that while he was trying to make Dean his (if not sexually, than professionally, even if the subtext supported both readings), here Ketch is acknowledging he himself belongs to Mary. In that whole scene, he behaves like a subordinate - flattering without being unctuous, polite without being distant. And when he says out right that he understands and respects her unusual and ‘unwomanly’ choices (“Mrs Winchester, I believe you’re drawn to danger.”) - I believe that’s when something inside Mary woke up and decided that, after all, why not? They’re adults, and they’ve got a room, and look at this gorgeous man. In a way, he is to Mary what Crowley was to Dean - a bad influence, sure, but also genuinely attached to her within the limits of his capability to feel anything, and also non judgemental in any way and completely hers.

(In fact, I can see Drowley beginning in very much the same way during that ‘summer of love’ Dean and Crowley shared: I have no problem whatsoever in seeing this exact scene play out - Crowley offering Dean a drink in this same amused, friendly, slightly subservient way, and Dean suddenly ignoring the glass and catching Crowley’s tie in his hand instead; and pulling.)

The thing with men, though, is that - and it could be cultural, or biological - I really don’t know - very often they assume sex will change things. Since sex enpowers them but sullies you, you sometimes meet this power shifting attitude - as the old movies told us in greatest detail, women have control over men as long as they don’t sleep with them; but once the deed is done, the thing is reversed, because, as I said, sex makes men stronger and women weaker.

(Exposed to the dangers of gossip and pregnancy, that is; cheaper and dirty now their virginity is gone.)

As idiotic as this concept is, it somehow persists and lasts, and I think you could see it unfolding in this last episode as well: how Ketch’s careful politeness changes to a sort of cockiness - look at him, sitting up against the headboard, completely naked, his legs open, his penis (still this ever-important sign of masculinity and power and all things sacred) in full display. Contrast him with Mary, already dressing, as if hiding her own nudity, and slowly putting her wedding ring back on like some sinful adulteress. But next, and, okay, for once they wrote an interesting thing, the relationship between them is reversed. Ketch tries to be dominant and mark some kind of point, and Mary shoots him down every time. Having sex was her decision, not his; she’s now deciding it doesn’t mean anything, and he doesn’t have any say in that; and when Ketch confesses, with some regret, that he’s okay with it because he’s not ‘built’ for that and he’s not, in fact, capable to care for other people, just like her, Mary’s almost needlessly petty in pointing out that, again, he’s wrong, because she can, and she did - with someone else, that is, and certainly not him. At that point - and, again, I like how David played this, because he tried to cover himself at first, closing his arms across his chest, but then he sort of - manned up, so to say, and got all alpha again, choosing to remain there stark naked despite Mary’s word and even playing a card he knew would upset her: “I notice you took my advice. You had a choice to make - your work or family ties…”. Ketch doesn’t finish his sentence, but he doesn’t have to. Mary may be a strong woman, and also an unusual one, but she knows her relationship with her sons is far from perfect, and also that she’s a big part of the reason why. Hearing Ketch pointing it out - yeah, that must have smarted a bit - and, again, instead of being a ‘good’ woman and take the criticism, Mary lashes out and defends herself. And this is when Ketch finally takes a step back, because this is the kind of people he’s been trained (or trained himself) to respect: a bigger alpha.

So, really, I don’t know how to read this whole thing. I think it’s a big character shift for Ketch and almost invalidates the idea he’s a psychopath, but, then again, psychopaths are hard to write, so there’s that as well. I still don’t know what to make of Mary, and if I like her as a person (I do like her as a character, though - good choices all around). And, finally, I can’t help but feel that, if you took their relationship and that entire dialogue and gender-bended it, well, here you go - Buckleming did manage to insert their usual bit of dubcon, and yay, because look at it - Mary’s clearly superior to Ketch in most ways (professionally and, very clearly, emotionally), so if this was Mark Winchester seducing wide-eyed, damaged and vulnerable assassin Ms Ketch, who calls him Mr Winchester and hopes sex will lead to something more even if, sadly, she’s not sure she can ever love anyone - yep. They never disappoint, do they?

Dating Hae like:
  • IMAGINE ASKING U OUT LMAOOO 
  • it either go two ways tbh 
  • he’d be all fixed up and really nervous to ask you to be his grill and then you’re just like ‘hoe why r u dressed so nicely and why r u sweating so much??' 
  • then he just says it like “Y/N I really like you and dknsksnsowbdibe” and you’re all chill and when he calms down you two talk and boom you’re dating 
  • OR it’d go like 
  • “hey y/n do you wanna see a magic trick?!" 
  • "sure" 
  • "poof you’re now my girlfriend" 
  • "okay DongHyuck" 
  • tbh I see it going both ways -anyways omfg it’d be so fucking fun 
  • he’d tease you a lot how cute -he knows where to stop and he’s actually really soft for you 
  • like he’d always check up on you when he’s out of the country like five minutes later ring ring oh look it’s him again asking if you washed up yet 
  • and the same with him whenever you’re gone you always check on him and ask him how he’s doing and it’s just cUtE 
  • he’s really soft for you like he wants you to be happy all the time and doesn’t want you to be sad ever -but at the same time 
  • "you’re such a bitch y/n" 
  • "I know" 
  • "fuc u" 
  • "thank you Hae" 
  • it’s such a playful relationship 
  • you two are best friends like you do everything together and make fun of each other and just have a lot of fun 
  • "y/n come here I have a secret to tell you" 
  • "What do you want this time" 
  • he leans in real close and then burps into your ear 
  • but it’s all good cause you burp louder 
  • he probably texts you at 3 am just to make fun of something you said before 
  • okay but 
  • imagine accidentally sleeping on his shoulder and him just worrying not knowing what to do but doesn’t move cos he doesn’t want to wake you 
  • and then then he falls asleep after taking pictures to tease you 
  • but the members take pictures of you two and they make fun of you 
  • denies the fact that he likes it, but when you say you won’t do it again he says to do it again lol 
  • he cAnt even beleaf he’s dating you like he’d think you’re an angel and that you own the world or smth 
  • whenever you two fight over dumb shit he’s all like "are we done fighting” and ur just like “ya” and then you’re all good 
  • you two never really fight over anything serious because when one of you guys make a mistake you two own up to it and apologize 
  • like the most serious thing that probably happened was him getting upset you didn’t tell him something first 
  • tbh he just really wants to be number one and wants to be lof by you 
  • like trust is the biggest thing to him and you two would nEVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT EACH OTHER 
  • when you visit him when he’s practicing he takes a break and you two sit and he talks about what he did at practice and even though he’s sweating you still get close to him -and then someone would yell “Lee DongHyuck get your ass over here stop making out" 
  • He’d get upset but you’d stay to watch them practice 
  • after he’s done getting clean and you two go out sometimes (more like all the time you visit) and he’s so happy to treat you and you’re like 
  • "STOP WASTING MONEY ON MY I GOT A JOB FOR A REASON HOe" 
  • then he’d say "save your money for our wedding day" 
  • Youd shut up lmao because you’re so embarrassed like who says that y'all only 16 or smth 
  • but you like it 
  • you would scream whenever you two pass by any clothes store and want to buy everything but have no money and you leave before he tries to buy it for you -anyWAY 
  • y'all so soft and nice yet hate each other you kno??? Like it’s so nice to be around him and you think you’re not enough but to him you’re so much more than enough you can look at him and he’d be like ilysm 
  • pls don’t hurt him cos he would never hurt you
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Ana Tips - Meals Together

Here are just some tips for anyone who has people breathing down their necks or people watching them eat.

Ask a lot of questions. If you are trying to move the attention away from the food, getting them to answer questions is a great way. Ask them open ended questions so that they have a while to talk and a while to think about what they are going to say. That way, they won’t be looking at your food but they will be focusing on answering the questions. Talk a lot. This one is simple. When you are talking, you aren’t eating. Hold the food up to your mouth and then say something as if you just remembered what you were going to say. That way, it looks like you were about to eat.Spit into napkins. Take a large mouthful of food, making sure that they see, and chew it up so that it is smaller. Then, wipe your mouth on the napkin, spitting the food into your napkin. Don’t use this as a go-to technique. This is just when you have a lot of food on your plate and need it to look like some of it is gone.Make your food look smaller. Either spread all of your food out so that it is thin, or bunch it all up in one place. That way, you plate looks less full. Your parents/whomever you are trying to hide anafrom will be happy to see that you “ate” at least some of your food, so they won’t get upset that there is still some food on your plate.Offer them some of your food. I know that this may seem a little suspicious, but when you are out to eat and you have something else than them, you can ask “Do you want some of this? It’s so good, you have to try it.” Insist. Be confident.

 

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I guess you all know water is your bestie. Drink AT LEAST 8 glasses of water, or a glass per hour.
-Cold water speeds up your metabolism.
-Hot water makes you full faster.
Have a sip of water between each bite, It will help you to fill up faster and won’t make you overeat.
If you are about to binge, count 1 to 100, this will distract your mind and turn it to a different direction so when you finish counting you will be able to tell if you really want to eat or not.
You can also drink a glass of water fast, you’ll be all disgusted and the impulse of eating will go away.
You can also brush your teeth, chew a non-calorie gum or a pepermint. Do you really want to mess up your perfect mouth? And if you still feel like it, give it a bite. Good? I don’t think so, your mouth will be all minty and food will actually taste bad.
If you are REALLY willing to eat something, go to the kitchen, prepare it and chew it. BUT you have to split it out. And you should know that once food it’s in your mouth, you gain the 15% of the calories in it.
Don’t eat before going to sleep because you burn 100 calories while sleeping and if you have some snacks before that you will have to burn it, and other stuff you didn’t burned earlier on the day so you’ll actually areputting weigh for the next morning.
ALWAYS get 7-8 hours of sleep because like I said before- You burn 100 calories while sleeping AND if you don’t sleep your appetite will increase by 15% the next morning.
If you have insomnia, can’t help it. But don’t cry, there’s nobody awake! Do some workout while nobody is watching!
Every time you say ‘no thanks’ to food, you are saying ‘yes please’ to skinny.
When you are alone, WORKOUT! There’s nobody to bother you!
-Go to the kitchen and throw away all the stuff you’ll be snacking on the next day.
-Dance, sing loud, scream, laugh. You burn more calories.
-Go to the kitchen and LAUGH of food. I haven’t lost my mind, I’m serious. Tell it how bad it is. Tell it how it dosen’t control you. Tell it you will NEVER eat it.
NEVER EVER eat alone. It’s no use. It’s stupid. Eat when they’re watching you so they can’t say you starve yourself.
If you really don’t want to eat but they’re making you do so, get a colored cup and split all out in there, like pretend you eat it and that you’ll drink water, they’ll never know.
Do yoga.
Always take the stairs and when you do it, skip a stair so you’ll loose more thigh fat.
Suck in your stomach always, you can burn up to 10 calories an hour.
Tip toe stand when you’re washing your teeth, combing your hair, washing your hands, etc. This helps you burn about 15% more calories a day.
Wiggle your legs while stitting, this speeds up your metabolism and makes you loose about 10 calories per hour.
Don’t stay in one place, move around. Every calorie counts.
Make a list of stuff you are NEVER aloud to eat.
Say you are happy with your body.
Don’t get nervous when people talk about anorexia, say things such as ‘i can’t believe people actually starve themselves!’ Don’t be stupid.
If you have hunger pains, squeeze your body into a ball.
If you don’t have anything to exercise with, walik up and down your stairs for all the time you want and make your thighs smaller.
Eat while watching yourself in the mirror naked. How much are you able to eat now?
Think higher of yourself. YOU are too GOOD to put THAT in your body.
Always remember what ANA WANTS.
Eat al least 7 things a day, we don’t want a skinny corpse, we want a skinny girl.
Stay inspired. Why do you want to loose weigh?
Buy your own scale.
-Weigh yourself in the morning and at night.
If it’s possible, get an ana buddy.
Hit your stomach when you are hungry.
Make up some punishments if you think about food.
-Put a rubber band in your wrist and slap it when you do so.
-Don’t use a blanket in cold nights.
-Make up your own.
Take a shower with cold water. This helps you burn more calories.
NEVER LOOSE HOPE.
«REMEMBER YOU WILL BE SKINNY.»

You must burn more calories than you eat if you want to lose body fat. Period.

The basic rule of weight management is that you must burn more calories than you consume each day; each week; and each month if you want to lose weight. It doesn’t matter if all the food you eat is healthy, wholesome, or “clean” food.

so..here are some basic tips…

1. Don’t’ drink calories! Drinking only water (8 cups or 64 Oz a day baby!) or tea.

2. Eat under 1500 calories.

3. Breakfast should be your largest meal of the day. Just think about it, if you are waking up in the morning after an eight hour fast and want to be productive eat like a king! What’s the point of eating a large dinner if you are just going to be sleeping?

4. Healthy food choices all day (lean meat, fruit, veggies,). You are a cave girl! Eat like one!

5. Anything made from wheat or rice is a no.

6. Eat often! You won’t get as hungry if you are eating small portions throughout the day.

7. Pick a day to binge. You will go fucking crazy if you don’t allow yourself to binge. Pick one day out of the week to eat whatever, like Sunday.

8. Stay active for an hour each day. Choose to walk instead of drive. Stand instead of sit.

9. Pick a time to stop eating. I stop eating at six.

Fasting Tips!


1.       On a day you plan to fast, make a to-do list for yourself. This will keep your mind off of eating. Here are some examples:


a.       Do laundry


b.      Do the dishes


c.       Clean the kitchen


d.      Vacuum, dust


e.      Take out the trash/recycling


f.        Run to the bank


g.       Go shopping at the mall without the intent to buy anything (Double Whammy – avoid the Food Court area and try on clothes you love but know will be too small; try on clothes a size or two smaller)


2.       BEFORE you plan to fast, make sure you have all of your supplies!


a.       Caffeine pills


b.      Diet soda (I drink Coke Zero – 0cal, 0 carb)


c.       Energy drinks (Monster Energy – Absolutely Zero is the best! 0 cal, 0carb)


d.      Bouillon Cubes (5 cal/cube, fat free)


e.      Water, Juice, Drink mixes, etc.


3.       Things you can do when you start getting hungry and are afraid you might binge:


a.       Smoke a cigarette. (If you are not already a smoker,please do not start because of this suggestion!) I am not a habitual smoker but I will sometimes have one before bed when I feel like I’m about to binge.


b.      Drink a glass of water quickly (will make you gag a little). Makes you slightly nauseous and decrease your desire for solid food.


c.       Drink a diet soda instead; tell yourself it’s a meal.


d.      Take your clothes off and look at your body in the mirror. Pinch bits of fat and think about what you ate that did that: here is the bowl of pasta, there’s that slice of pizza, the bag of chips, those peanut butter cookies, etc. Ask yourself if it was really worth it.


e.      If you’re wearing jeans, put on shorts and sit with your thighs pushed down against the surface of a chair/bed/etc. Think about how disgusting they are; like flat fat fucking pancakes oozing with fatty syrup and whipped cream.


f.        Tell yourself that your body is confused. It isn’t hungry, it’s tired. Take a nap.


g.       Clean something.


h.      Brush your teeth. If you have a retainer, put that in.


i.         Paint your nails


j.        Put on lipstick or gloss


k.       Turn on your computer/open a magazine and look at thinspo.


l.         If you have Netflix, watch Heavy or the Intervention episodes with eating disordered people (Intervention obviously will not be triggering for everyone, but it is for me).


m.    Watch America’s Next Top Model or The Biggest Loser


n.      Watch a gory movie. i.e Hostel or any of the Saw films.


o.      Put on your little sister’s t-shirt (or an old one of your own thatused to fit).


p.      Look at the clock. Tell yourself that you have 25 minutes. After 25 minutes drink a big glass of water. Weigh yourself. Look in the mirror. Look at your thighs. Still hungry?


q.      If you are craving a specific food, Google “Fat person eating _____.” If you don’t find a good enough image try, “Most disgusting ______.” The goal being to lessen the craving by either drawing a parallel from the food to rapid fat gain, or just by making it look as unappealing as possible.


4.       Always have a diet soda, bottled water, tea, chewing gum (5 cal/piece), or coffee with you when you are away from the house in case you get hungry or feel faint due to low blood sugar.


5.       Never carry extra money w

chokemekunpimook  asked:

I don't have a question, but I just wanted to say that this is one of my favorite blogs. Anytime I'm upset or anything I just scroll through it and seeing your sassy or in general answers (especially when people ask stuff about Levi) brings a smile to my face honestly. I love you mama! I hope you're eating well and sleeping enough!

Thank you! I’m glad I can make you smile :) I love you too and I hope you take care as well! <3 

Uncle Qrow Comes To Town
  • This takes place when Ruby is about 18 years old, Salem is defeated, still bad guys about but Ruby is at home with Oscar, Yang, her dad, and Zwei.
  • Taiyang: I see a black dot in the distance. (Puts his hand on Oscar's shoulder) Son. I have no other way to say this...but Qrow's going to kill you.
  • Ruby: Dad! Oscar, don't worry; he won't.
  • Oscar: I don't know Ruby. Your uncle has been avoiding me for seven months. He's seriously pissed.
  • Ruby: He doesn't mind any of Yang's relationships! Why should he care about mine? I'm 18. Technically an adult.
  • Yang: Ruby, Dad still reads you bedtime stories and gives you milk and cookies.
  • Ruby: Yeah, well, okay, is it a CRIME to love cookies?!
  • Oscar laughs softly watching his girlfriend. He loves her and she loves him. Two years they've been together, and there's no person he'd rather be with.
  • Taiyang: I think he's here.
  • Qrow: Open the door, Tai!
  • Taiyang: Qrow...do you promise not to be violent?
  • Qrow: We talkin' physically or verbally? Cause either way works. I prefer physically, though.
  • Taiyang: Qrow!
  • Qrow: Fine! Let me see my nieces, you old man.
  • Taiyang: We're the same age, for your information. (opens the door)
  • Oscar: Hello, sir! Nice to see you again!
  • Qrow: Sh—I mean..hello...kid. Ruby, Yang!
  • Ruby and Yang: Uncle Qrow!
  • The three pull in for a familiar hug.
  • Qrow: What's happening?
  • Yang: I'm actually about leave. I'm gonna meet up with Blake.
  • Yang walks the door with her motorcycle helmet and keys.
  • Qrow: (winks) Cool. See ya. (Looks at Ruby) What about you?
  • Ruby: Oscar and I...
  • Qrow: Oscar and I? Hm, okay, what are you two planning to do today?
  • Ruby: I wanted to go kill some Grimm. For sport. Oscar wanted something more romantic, like...a picnic. So we're going to watch a horror movie and then have a picnic!
  • Qrow: I love both those things, why don't I tag along?
  • Taiyang: Qrow...
  • Ruby and Oscar hold hands and Oscar pecks Ruby's lips as a sign of defiance to her uncle. Qrow steams.
  • Qrow: I'm coming along.
  • The two start off towards the door, with Uncle Qrow following them.
  • Taiyang: No! Leave the kids alone.
  • Tai stops Qrow with a hand.
  • Ruby and Oscar: Bye!
  • Qrow: Tai...
  • Taiyang: It's okay. Our girls are growing up. (tearing up)
  • Qrow: Ugh, Tai, get yourself together, man! I was just upset that this kid took my extra room!
  • Taiyang: So you're not mad Ruby has a boyfriend.
  • Qrow: Well, yes. But mostly cause of the room.
  • Taiyang: That wouldn't be a problem if you hadn't insisted on them sleeping in separate rooms!
  • Qrow: Well pardon my caution!
  • Taiyang: Why do I even talk to you?
  • Qrow pulls out a flask from thin air and flops on a sofa.
  • Qrow: Can't get rid of me. You know you love me.
  • Taiyang: Yeah, who wouldn't want a brother like you?! (Rolls his eyes)
  • Qrow: Wait, I looked recently at the film times for tonight. There are no horror movies until 11:00 pm!
  • Taiyang: Your point?
  • Qrow: When will they have a picnic then? Unless..."picnic" is code for... the deed!
  • Taiyang: Qrow...I'm sure that's not what they meant!
  • Qrow: You know kids these days! (gets off the couch and opens the door)
  • Taiyang: Qrow, no.
  • Qrow: (already up a hill, yelling) I'm coming for you Ruby! That son of a $&%*# will never take away your purity! Neverrrrrrrrrr!
  • Taiyang: (sighs and closes the door)
  • Zwei comes up to him, barking.
  • Taiyang: Yeah, I think he was drunk a long time ago, too, Zwei. Now come on, boy, let's go tend to the rose garden. (Smiles knowingly as if perhaps he broke the fourth wall and the readers know that he knows exactly what RoseGarden is and that he ships it 100%)

Anonymous said: about the prompts - sick!dan and kyle taking care of him or they had fight about something

this didn’t turn out the way i anticipated it to turn out… but dan has been having a cold lately, and that inspired me. and they’re not fighting in this, per se… but bickering like little kids. hope you like it anyway! some fluff and kinda crack-ish, ~2 600 words

Dan wouldn’t think of himself as a very fussy person when it comes to being ill. He never complains about it, not wanting to worry anyone else with him not feeling good, and he’s never had to have a gig cancelled due to illness. And today is not going to be the first time.

“You should probably see someone for that cold.”

Dan looks up from his phone screen, having been busy going through his morning Twitter feed. It’s still filled with positive comments about ‘Comfort of Strangers’, and Dan can’t help but feel flattered over the artwork their fans put the time and effort into creating, based on their music. “What?” he asks, watching as Kyle flops down on the couch in the lounge area of the bus.

“You’ve been snoring worse than Woody.” Kyle points out. “Been keeping me up.”

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Like Real People Do

Inspired by the melody of “Like Real People Do” by Hozier. 


BAZ

The weight of Simon’s sleeping head on my shoulder was something I would have killed for at Watford.

Honestly, I could track the years by what my response to this would have been. 

If it had been second year, I would have shoved him off and pinched him. Maybe taken his moment of vulnerability to spit in his ear or something. Twelve year olds are weird.

I felt him sigh against my neck, turning more on the couch to cuddle against me. Bunce had taken a vacation to see her moronic brother Primal, so I’d taken up residence in their flat.

I already had, to be completely honest, but now we didn’t have Bunce griping at us to stop snogging in front of her.

Simon had suggested we watch the last Lethal Weapon movie at 2pm on a Tuesday and had immediately passed out, his snores brushing against my neck and his arm snaked behind me to grip my waist. It was uncomfortable, but I’d sooner crawl back into a numpty cave than move.

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