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

Pennywise x Fem! Reader head cannons

I’m probably going to hell for writing these, but idgaf. Keep in mind I’ve never written something like this before,  so I’m trying. Enjoy this trash.


1. Penny is over 7 feet tall, and the fucker uses it to his advantage all the time.

2. Penny is rather protective of his little girlfriend and often watches over you from afar in various different forms. Such as a bird or a dog.

3. Love is a VERY foreign concept to Penny, so he’s often clueless as to what regular couples do.

4. Penn wants affection from you, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it so he just creepily stares at you until you ask him what he wants.

5. Having never really been touched in a romantic way before, Pennywise is somewhat touch starved and is always craving cuddles and stuff from you.

6. When you and Penny first got together, he went through a short phase where he didn’t want to eat because he didn’t want to upset you.

7. You found this both heartwarming and upsetting because on one hand, it’s sweet that he’s willing to do that for you, but on the other hand, you don’t want him to starve. So you basically make him eat

8. When you have to be gone for a awhile, like at work, Penn comforts himself by going into your room and sniffing your clothes like a creep.

9. As creepy as it is, Penny likes to watch you sleep. He likes how peaceful and innocent you look.

10. You sometimes get a nasty surprise when Pennywise decides to show you his latest “catch”. He sets it next to your feet and then sits beside like a proud cat.

11. You just sigh and say “Penny why?”.

12. “Penny why?” Is basically you everyday dealing with Penny’s antics.

13. Penn makes various animalistic noises, such as purrs and growls.

14. You often feel more like a babysitter than his girlfriend, but then he cuddles up to you and your reminded why you fell in love with the big goofy creep.

15. Penny is the SLOPPIEST kisser on the planet. When he kisses you, you get a mouth full of weird alien tongue and a good portion of your face is covered in drool.

16. Over time, you get used to the weird, creepy shit that Pennywise does. So when he does something that would probably make someone else scream in horror, you’re just like “Penny again?”

tom-newsie-holland  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 😂

Frankly, Tim was having a terrible day. He’d broken his wrist a week ago, which meant no patrol, and he’d finished all the work he could do from home. He was going stir-crazy— wandering aimlessly around his apartment, checking and rechecking his equipment. In the end he’d driven to the manor, hoping for something to do, but the house had been empty all night. He’d clicked through Netflix episodes until the early hours of the morning, fallen asleep on the couch, and woken up exhausted.

At least Dick wasn’t doing any better. He called to check in while Tim was headed downstairs, complaining about a streak of murders in his neighborhood that he hadn’t been able to solve. Tim put him on speaker when he hit the kitchen, set his phone on the counter, and nodded to Damian, who was already at the table. Damian didn’t look up from his newspaper.

“Drake. You look half-dead.”

“You’ve looked worse.” Tim pulled the pancake mix from the shelf and turned around in time to see Damian slowly lower his paper, clearly scandalized. Tim decided he was too tired to care.

“We need to work on your sense of self preservation,” sighed Dick. “Hey, Damian. Try not to stab anyone.”

“No promises.” Damian glared pointedly in Tim’s direction and went back to his paper.

“Anyway, Tim, listen— I have to go. I’ve been awake for forty hours, and this isn’t getting any easier.”

“Have you considered taking a break?”

“This was my break.” Dick stifled a yawn. “I’ll be fine.”

Tim figured he probably would be, until he saw Damian’s eyes narrow. Uh oh. As Dick clicked off the line, Damian folded up his newspaper and made for the door. Tim followed him into the hallway, grinning. He was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen.

“So what are you going to do to him?”

“Go away, Drake.”

“Slip him sleep meds? Break into his apartment and badger him into submission?”

“Leave.”

“You’re not going to physically fight him, are you?”

“No.” Damian swept inside his bedroom, slamming the door in Tim’s face. “Mind your own business.”

“Damian, c’mon, I just want to know if I have enough time to make popcorn.” No answer. Tim leaned against the doorframe, listening to Damian clatter around inside. “If this is about what I said in the kitchen, I’m sorry about the dead joke.”

Damian’s voice came out muffled behind the wood. “No you’re not.”

Okay, fine. He wasn’t. “Seriously, tell me what you’re planning to do.”

“I’m going to ask him politely to go to sleep.”

“That’s it?” Tim pulled away from the wall, disappointed— and maybe a little irritated. He knew from personal experience that if he went that long without sleeping, Damian started pulling out sedatives. As tired as he was of Damian’s over the top interventions, Tim had always assumed they were over the top because that’s how Damian did things. From the right angle, he was almost being nice. But if he wasn’t going to do it to Dick…

“How come you don’t—” Tim cut himself off as Damian’s door swung open. 

“Because Grayson values my opinion and me as a person, so if I ask him to take care of himself, he will. Because Grayson listens to to me.” Damian swung his laptop bag over his shoulder, shot Tim a look that said (very clearly) unlike some people, and marched back up the hall. 

“That’s not…” Tim stood for a few seconds, arms crossed, then hurried after Damian. “Okay, that’s not fair. I listen to you. Or at least I would if you ever asked me for anything.”

“I do,” said Damian. “You don’t.”

“Since when?” Tim couldn’t remember ignoring any requests— Damian didn’t talk to him that often, and most of what he did say was insulting. Tim could remember a few comments about his life habits, sure, but no questions. Damian never asked.

Alright, maybe that was Damian’s version of asking. 

“Fine.” Tim caught up with Damian at the front door, while he was fishing for his keys. “I’ll pay more attention next time.” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m thrilled. Can you drive me to Grayson’s apartment?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Finally, something to do. He’d been lying around for days, and he was starting to feel like dead weight. Useless. Anyway, Tim wanted to see how this played out— Dick was stubborn, and Tim wasn’t sure that he would cooperate as easily as Damian predicted. He was as much of a workaholic as any of them.

“I’ll get my keys.” 

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Breaking Down

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! 

Word Count: 2,106

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


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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Lavender Blue

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: Angst, nightmares, mentions of abandonment, but then fluffiness

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Bucky still suffers from his nightmares, and tonight it was the worst yet.

A/N: I’m gonna go ahead and start out that I’m not the greatest at angst, so I hope I did okay with this one. I love the lullaby and wanted to write something with it.  I hope you guys like this one! Let me know what you guys think.  ❤️

The gif is not mine, credit to the owner.


The screams are what woke Y/N first. She bolted up in her bed, all fogginess from her slumber erased at the agony in the shouts. Typically, they would stop after the first few seconds, but her concern grew when they continued. Throwing the comforter off herself, she grabbed a shirt and shorts, throwing them on before bolting out the room. The screams still echoed through the halls as she ran from one end of the flat to the other. It wasn’t till she got closer that she could hear the pleads for him to wake.

Y/N stumbled into the room, her breath ragged as she took in the room. Steve kneeled on the side of Bucky’s bed, shaking the man who was still kicking and screaming in his sleep. Steve begged for him to waken, his voice cracking as he struggled to be heard over his friends tormented cries.

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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.
Hate You (Wonho)

Originally posted by kookforever

Chapter 3

Previously: |Chapter 1| |Chapter 2|
Paring: Wonho x Reader
Genre:  Romance, Fluff af, kinda mad af Wonho

“Wonho?” he turned towards me. “Be my one night stand.” I confidently stated while I climbed on top of him. I must have shocked him because he froze. A smirk played on my lips as I leaned forward. One hand found its way to the back of his neck while the other trailed down his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt. My lips grazed against his before they gently made contact with his neck.

He must have finally realized what was happening because his hands instantly went to the small of my back and my hips, in an attempt to pull me closer to him. I pulled away from his neck to look at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more serious look on him. his hands trail up my body to my neck. He pulls me into a passionate kiss, so passionate it knocks the breath out of the both of us. My hands pull on his shirt before unbuttoning it. I could feel his muscles underneath my hands.

Wonho was suddenly everywhere. He was all around me. Consuming me. Pulling me into bliss. I couldn’t think anymore. My mind clouded over. His hands were everywhere all at once. And then he wasn’t.

“Wait.” he hesitated. “You don't want to do this.” 

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hello! i’ve briefly come up for air so that i could fill one prompt and write this! i’m sorry i’ve kinda fallen off the deep end but college is hard, yo. anyway, i hope you enjoy! don’t take this too seriously haha. have this fic in which mj accidentally gives peter a coupon book for sexual favors.

tagging: my wife @spideychelle-romanogers, a gem with a seasonal blog name @spookychelleblessup, the always hilarious @suplosers, someone i need to say hello to again @bellamywarriorblake, and i can’t remember if she wanted me to tag her in things but i’ll do it anyway because i love her @aqhrodites. if you asked me to tag you and i’ve forgotten, please let me know! i’ll actually make a list instead of me just being like oh wait i needed to do this!

this coupon is good for… (ao3 link)

A List of Things Michelle Only Found Out About Peter After They Became Friends:

  1. He doesn’t know how to use chopsticks properly. (Michelle’s had to show him several times and he’s still helpless.)
  2. Peter isn’t the most well-read. He spends most of his time reading comics, graphic novels, books for class, books about physics, and books that in some way help him build tech for the spidey suit. (Michelle has thrown several books at his head. She’s seen a bookmark in one, so she’ll take what she can get.)
  3. Perhaps most egregious, Peter Parker is, without a doubt, single-handedly, the best gift giver. And it’s infuriating.

See, the thing about being friends with someone who’s great at giving gifts is that you just suck at it. Michelle can spend hours thinking up something to get Peter for his birthday or Christmas or graduation and it will be like getting a rock compared to anything Peter gives her. A signed copy of her favorite book, an exclusive interview with Steve Rogers, a year-long subscription to a sock of the month club.

Michelle manages to get Peter this vintage comic book she happened upon once at an antique store and that was the greatest gift she got him. It wasn’t even a comic he’d read. But he still smiled and gasped and thanked her. Even though it was a really lame present. Michelle is determined to do better.

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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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anonymous asked:

Halloween anon here and I don't mind at all! Your vision for it was really amazing so I'm not even let down lol. Ummm another prompt. Uhhh. Maybe when Pynch is older and Adam has a stable job and etc Ronan gets Adam (dreams Adam?) a shy little hound puppy with big floppy ears? Has that been done? Sorry! And I will definitely see what I can do about writing Blue dressed up as Gansey!

The morning Adam turns 27, Ronan wakes up at the crack of dawn and drives into town. It’s not a long drive – the house they bought is far enough from the centre to have its own plot of land, but still a reasonable distance from Adam’s office – but he still honks viciously at every single unfortunate soul that is driving too damn slow, fuck it, because he’ll be damned if he can’t get back by the time Adam wakes up.

When he arrives at the shelter, the woman on duty greets him sleepily and a little grouchily. He had to pay a hefty bonus to ensure she’d be there at ass o’clock in the morning, but it’s worth it. Of course, it would have been easier if he could just have dreamt the puppy, all set and ready to go in the comfort of their own home – but he knows it wouldn’t be the same. Adam would not go for a dream puppy when there are dogs already waiting at a shelter, abandoned and mistreated and mistrusting, but still so full of affection and loyalty, hoping for someone to adopt them. Adam would never pick the easy option, and Ronan loves him for it.

The hound puppy is, to be honest, ridiculously cute, even though it cowers fearfully when Ronan tries to pick it up. It takes some coaxing from the shelter lady before it relaxes in Ronan’s arms long enough that he can carry it out to the car.

As the sun rises in the sky, Ronan drives back home breaking every speed limit, and the puppy barks joyfully. Ronan thinks they might just get along fine.

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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.
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.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I loved your '7 times...' McCree fic sooooo much! I love the way you write him. Honestly, well done. So, I want to request 3 or 17 with the cowboy please! I don't mind if you can only do one, but I'm interested to see what ideas you have for 17! :) Thank you, lovely! Nonnie x

3 with McCree please!

A/N: 100% inspired by a conversation between my boyfriend and I. I have no shame.

You were not a morning person.

Now, that’s not to say McCree was either, but you were something else entirely. Sleep was the only thing you wished for when the sun began to peek over the horizon. Jesse would wake you when it got too late, which he knew was risky on his part, considering how, ahem, grumpy you could be when you were woken up before your body decided to stir itself from slumber.

“(Y/N),” Jesse prodded lightly, his fingers running down the length of your face.

He was still in his pajamas, but he’d already gotten up and made breakfast for the two of you. You had a big day ahead of you, filled with the latest mission Commander Reyes had planned, so you didn’t have the luxury of sleeping in as long as you’d like. Still, you refused to get up.

You stirred lightly, turning your back to McCree and forcibly willing your mind to ignore him.

He sighed.

“I know you’re awake, you’re just bein’ stubborn.”

You scowled, pulling the blankets tighter around your form. You would not be leaving this bed until you were good and ready.

“Fine, be that way, but you’re not gettin’ any of the bacon I just cooked until you get up.”

Your eyes cracked open.

Bacon?

You cursed under your breath. He knew your weaknesses too well.

“C’mon, darlin’, I know you want it,” he teased.

You could practically see the smirk on his lips. He knew you would never turn down bacon. You couldn’t.

“Ass,” you muttered, wrapping the blankets around you so you looked much like a human burrito.

Finally, you turned to face him, pouting all the while.

“Jesse,” you whined.

“Up we go,” he laughed, pulling you up to your feet.

Your hair was strewn this way and that, eyes bleary as you frowned. You probably looked like a five year old, upset that they’d been woken so early for school.

“Fine,” you huffed.

You dropped the blanket, crossing your arms over your chest as a wave of cool air invaded the space the blanket had occupied. If he was going to use your weakness, you were going to use his.

“I was going to say kiss me good morning, but now I just want bacon,” you said, walking past him.

“Wait, darlin’, I’ll still kiss you,” he chuckled, reaching out for your arm.

You shot him a wink over your shoulder.

“Sorry, bacon sounds better right now.”

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 :’)

a list of things i constantly say/type and what they mean
  • Morning: It's not good, but it's a morning.
  • How are you: I'm legitimately interested in how you slept. Tell me your dreams.
  • I'm tired: I'm depressed.
  • I'm dead inside: I feel like shit.
  • Kek: Haha, I enjoy tormenting you.
  • Keh: I want to die now.
  • Hah: I'm in pain.
  • Haha: I find this genuinely funny.
  • Hahah: Self-depricating laughter.
  • Hahahahahaha: I feel fucking crazy and frustrated.
  • Fuck it: I'm about to lay some truth down.
  • I'm off my meds: I need an excuse to feel as bad as I do.
  • I'm scatterbrained: I can't concentrate.
  • I'm jittery: I'm hella nervous for no reason.
  • I want to die: I'm feeling neglected.
  • Leave me alone: Stop doing/saying that. It's upsetting me.
  • I feel like death: I feel sick to my heart.
  • I'm busy: I'm either working or I don't have the energy to get up and do something.
  • I'm sorry: Please don't hate me for this, I know I fucked up but please don't hate me. I hate myself enough already.
  • What's up: Are you okay? Do you need help?
  • How's it going: Is everything okay with what we previously spoke about?
  • Kill me: I'm severely neglected but I don't want to say anything because if I do then I'll feel like shit.
  • It's fine: I'm still upset, but I want you to stop speaking/apologizing.
  • I promise ___: This statement is actually sincere and does not mean anything else other than what it is. i.e. I promise I'm fine means I'm legitimately fine.
  • It's okay: I don't want you to hurt.
  • I'm dying, squirtle: I'm going to pop in, but if no one notices me I will immediately assume I'm not wanted and disappear because I'm in that mindset.
  • Heya: We need to talk about something important. I may or may not confront you.
  • I don't understand: Please explain this again, in simpler terms, because I'm not good at paying attention right now and I need to understand it.
  • I don't know: Please don't ask.
  • I don't care: Please stop talking.
  • What's going on: I've missed something and I feel left out, but I'm not going to say that.
  • Fuck off: I'm tired, please give me some time.
  • Just... stop: I need a moment to process this.
  • I'm frustrated: I'm going to be bitchy today because of sexual tension. Please disregard it.
  • What about me: I feel left out of something. Including me will not help, I just wanted to let you know for next time. I will not say this if excluded again, as it proved ineffective.
  • I'm going to bed: I've decided I'm no longer wanted and am going to lay down for awhile to process my feelings alone.
  • I'm passing out: I need sleep. I'll talk to you first thing in the morning.

the-4th-most-furry  asked:

(Sorry if this upsets you and if you don't want to answer that's completely fine.) If confused as to why the whole Mountain Dew Red thing is such a big deal? I get that it was part of the musical and whatever but like?? Is it some traumatic stuff going on or?? Because I'm very concerned.

((I’ll sum it up. I make Matthew dew right? And almost as soon as I introduce him, people ask if there’s a red version. I ask them to stop bringing it up. People still bring it up. And you wanna know why I don’t want it brought up?? Because a shitty ex of mine, who was v emotionally abusive and just fucking loved to guilt trip me all the time!! Who got pissed at me for sleeping and having a life!!! Mad at me for having followers on here!!! And wanted me to constantly be there for them 24/7 no matter what!!!!! Tried to make a human mtn dew red to be squitter’s ex!!!!! And they talked about the shit the mtn dew red guy would have done to squitter and honestly!!!!! I don’t fucking like to think about it!!!!!!! So yeah I’d prefer if it didn’t get brought up. Ever. And I’m sorry if I sound pissed, but guess what?? I am pissed. -Scott))

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.

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:

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