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Do you ever think the reason that Luche is such a buzzkill is because he’s the one that has to take note of the casualties? Perhaps there’s enough Glaives that not everyone is close to each other, some might not even know everyone’s name. It happens. Doesn’t mean they’re not brothers in arms, but there’s still not as much hurt in the loss. But Luche has to know their name, has to take note of who is and isn’t present and alive after a mission. Has to report every fatality and injury. 

If anyone knows the numbers and probability of how bad 
they are fucking losing against Niflheim, it’s Luche. 

And I bet if they have next of kin–he’s the one who has to deal with that too.

A Sunny Sunday

Summary: Chris Evans x Reader where an ordinary day turns into a memorable one. 
Word count: 1287
Warnings: feels, fluff
A/N: @ohevansmycaptain sparked some creativity in me and I got this idea the other day thanks to the meatball calling himself daddy.

Originally posted by your-kylie-me


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Rule #1 - Taeyong x Reader - HighSchool!AU

Requested by: @aesthedick-cheol , sorry for the delay and i hope you and your friend enjoy the request! <3

Word Count: 1381

Trigger Warning: Possibly offensive language, Hints at bullying

Genre: HighSchool!AU, Angst, Semi-fluff


If you wanted a clean reputation at your high school, all you had to do was stay clear of Lee Taeyong.

It was a simple step, the one and only rule to follow.

You still managed to screw that up, but you were not complaining.

He wasn’t a troublemaker. Not in the sense everyone thought, anyway.

Lee Taeyong never picked fights at school or bullied other kids or joined gangs and came into class all beaten up, but he certainly had his own aura about him.

He slept at the back of the class and never turned in any assignments, he never showed up to group projects and still managed to pass his classes, and nobody knew what his grades were, but being asleep in classes all the time never really bodes well for exams anyways.

You had, of course, seen him walk the hallways. He looked intimidating, menacing even, and people stepped out of the way just to clear a path for him.

His sharp features and deadly stares made everyone flinch away in under a second, and conversations completely halted whenever he was around.

He was like a shark, swimming around everyone and not really doing much except terrifying them and keeping them quiet. 

He was like a ghost, appearing at the most random of times and disappearing when nobody notices, his presence overbearing and heavy.

He was fear itself for whatever reason it became attributed to him, people fleeing from the rooms and hallways whenever they felt him come around.

But most of all, he was lonely. Because this entire time, he couldn’t even approach people without having them shy away in discomfort or awkwardly make excuses to avoid being in the same space as he was.

So he became the monster everybody made him out to be, lashing out at anybody who tried to talk to him and burying himself deeper into the shell he had created for himself.

And then you came along.

You had caught his attention before, and it wasn’t exactly hard to notice because you could always feel his gaze burning holes into the back of your head, making you usually more annoyed rather than jittery or uncomfortable.

Your day hadn’t exactly been the best, and this was the last lesson of the day; you were finally getting assigned to your partner for the project that was worth about half of your grade.

When the teacher, however, announced that your partner was to be Lee Taeyong, all you felt was confusion.

So you looked around the classroom, watching some people’s relieved faces when their names were cleared and some other classmates stare at you in horror, and you began to feel dread.

Your eyes landed on a flustered Taeyong, his face tinted a color that was clearly not his natural skin-tone. He quickly averted his eyes, and your confusion grew.

Of all the people you could have ended up with in a class of forty-six, it just had to be Lee Taeyong.

When the bell rang to dismiss everybody, your things were already packed away, and you saw Taeyong hurriedly make his way past you and outside the classroom.

You were absolutely not going to be working on this entire project alone and risking your teamwork grade on some delinquent.

Holding tightly to your backpack, you sprinted right after him and off campus, seeing him bent over to catch his breath at the end of the street and sneaking up on him.

“You’re fast, but I’m definitely faster,” you remarked sourly, slightly heaving.

You had startled him, making him jump a little and trip over his own feet, eyes round and wide.

“Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you,” you said, extending your arm so you could help him up, only to have him scowl at you and shove your hand away, standing up on his own.

“You didn’t scare me. Why are you here? Leave me alone,” he replied, tone venomous.

“Sure, I will as soon as we work out a schedule to meet up for the project,” you answered casually, folding your arms as your tried not to draw back from his intimidating stare.

“You’re going to be one of those people whom I have to painstakingly get rid of?” he was still annoyed.

“You know, for a delinquent, your vocabulary sure isn’t the smallest,” your eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember the stories you had heard about him being the only son of a mafia boss and bullying kids from other schools.

For a second, his facade shattered, and his expression went completely curious as he tilted his head a little to the side. “Delinquent?” he asked lowly, more to himself than to you.

“Yes? Aren’t you the Lee Taeyong who passes classes by getting his father to threaten his teachers with the power of the Yakuza? Or the Lee Taeyong whom everyone is afraid to talk to because he terrorizes middle schoolers across town? Because if not, you two sure look the same.”

His expression wasn’t that of anger or irritation or annoyance.

It was one of hurt and disappointment.

“That’s what people say about me?” he questioned in a broken voice, slowly sitting down at the curb, you feeling guilty and following suit. This was definitely not how you had expected this conversation to go.

“If it makes any difference, I never believed all of it,” you tried to amend your words, realizing the weird looks people were giving you as more students began leaving school grounds.

“But you believed some of it,” he replied sourly, staring at his shoes in disgust.

“I believed what I could see. Like the way you bark at people who try to talk to you or give people death glares if they come so much as five meters away from you.”

“I don’t do-”

“Yes. Yes, you do,” you answered, this time holding his gaze. Not angrily, but deadpanned, proving your point.

He looked away again, rubbing at his arm awkwardly.

“Yeah, well, you get used to it,” he said softly, not daring to look back up at you.

“I know,” you said, smiling sheepishly. “I remember what you were like before. I always thought you were so cool, but then everybody demonized you until you started acting like one.”

That definitely took him by surprise. Maybe it was because he didn’t really talk much to people, or maybe it was because you saw the situation the way it really was.

Or maybe it was just because it’s you, and his cheeks turned a little pink.

You were definitely not oblivious to his little crush. Nobody stares at the back of someone’s head for four months unless they want to date them or kill them, and you were praying it was the former.

“I’m sorry if I behave in a monstrous way,” he spoke, voice strained and eyebrows furrowed, trying not to say the wrong things when someone was finally actually making an effort to talk to him.

“Don’t apologize for acting like a monster, no one ever apologized for treating you like one.”

The more you sat in his presence, the more comfortable you felt. The rumors were sure as hell wrong.

He was trying his hardest not to break down in front of you, a small smile plastered to his face.

“If you hang around me, your reputation is going to get ruined. People will be afraid of you and stop talking to you, and your own friends might even hate you.”

“Does it look like I care?”

“You can’t just say that and throw your social life away, Y/N,” he whined, and in that very moment, you almost couldn’t believe how someone so unreal and soft could be the cause of so much fear.

“Yes I can. I’d rather spend my time with you. We need to work on our project together anyways, no?”

His lips were slightly parted, his expression of disbelief adorable and making you smile, only causing his pink cheeks to darken in hue. He nodded cutely, almost childlike.

“Let’s start over, then, shall we? Hi, I’m Y/N,” you began, smiling sweetly as you extended your arm in greeting.

His smile was breathtakingly beautiful and his hands so delicate and warm.

“Hey, I’m Taeyong.”

Don’t Leave Me

Request: Hey! Just found you’re account a few days ago, and I was just wondering if I could request? I honestly love your write so much. ❤️ if you could wright a newt scamander imagine where Newt leaves the reader for Leta (set in hogwarts) and they don’t talk until like some point? Idk. please make it angst but with a happy ending? Thanks!

Word Count: 2,288

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


You spot Newt’s lanky frame curled up in the grassy spot near the lake, knees against his chest and hands around his knees as he stares out over the water, His shaggy hair blows like the waves in the breeze. You can’t fight your smile as you watch him absentmindedly brush his hair from his eyes. You reach into your pocket, forgetting that your gift is back in your room, hidden between the pages of your transfiguration textbook. You remind yourself that it’s only one more day before you can give it to him. One more day.

He doesn’t hear you approaching, jumping at your voice when you call out to him.

“There you are.” The words are a routine, a joke from nearly a year ago when Newt had approached you with shaking hands.

Newt starts to stand, but stops when you shake your head and toss your books onto the ground, plopping down next to him. “Here I am.” He says, scooting over as you take his hand.

“Studied any amazing creatures lately? It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

Newt’s smile is small. “It’s only been a week and a half.”

You raise your eyebrows and lean back. “Sure feels like forever.”

Newt stares at your joined hands. “Maybe.”

The breeze slows, leaving only the warm sunshine to brush your face. “It’s beautiful out. I hope it stays this way for tomorrow.”

“About tomorrow…”

You don’t notice the change in Newt’s tone as you chatter on. “Wow, can you believe it’s been a year? Isn’t a picnic the perfect way to celebrate a year together?”

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Relax

J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Do I write anything that isn’t smut? The answer is no.

Summary: Look up from your books once in a while. A good dick down might be on the other side.

Word count: 4,267

A/N: I’m appalled at the lack of Hoseok smut so I thought I’d polish this piece I had about him and post that. Enjoy! Feel free to request stuff as well.


You glanced at the silver and pink watch on your wrist as you typed continuously onto your laptop. You sighed deeply as you pressed enter to switch line. This essay was taking so long to write and you could feel all your focus slip away, tiredness taking over in heavy presses on your eyelids. You met eyes with your charming boyfriend on the other side of the table. He smiled at you sweetly before looking back down at his papers. Unlike you, he was enjoying himself, writing lyrics and listening to some music on his laptop, calmly sipping a warm cup of tea. You glanced to your left and reached for your nth cup of coffee promptly sitting atop a messy pile of books. You tilted it. Empty. A sigh made its way between your dry lips and soon enough your cold hands found their way back onto your keyboard, resting lifeless on the keys.

You were so focused on getting this paper done that you didn’t notice Hoseok getting up to make you another warm drink. His presence lurked tall behind your back as his left arm entered your peripherals, putting a black mug down on the table, making sure to push away all your scattered papers. He grabbed your other mug under your soft stare. You lazily reached for the new drink and brought it up to your mouth.

“Thank you Hobi.” you murmured.

He put the other mug in the sink before standing behind you again, his gentle hands on your shoulders, massaging the sore muscles. You took a long awaited sip. Hm… Chocolate?

“Hobiii… that’s hot chocolate.” you whined cutely.

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Assault

Requested: Hi, can you do a imagine that y/n’s assaulted and Shawn comforts and helps her? I understand if isn’t possible! Thank you, have a good day (sorry for my bad English, isn’t my first language) ❤️

Thanks for the request! You don’t have to apologize for your English! It’s great for English being your second language. Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that its short and a little different than you were probably expecting, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out though and I hope you are too :) 

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Shawn’s hand on your waist makes you involuntarily jerk away from him as your heart starts pounding with panic before you can even process that it is just Shawn, and nothing to be afraid of. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He immediately says as he removes his hand from your waist and runs it through his hair instead.

“No, I’m sorry,” You respond quietly, shaking your head, just trying to get all the bad stuff out, just trying to forget it all.

“Can I,” he hesitates for a second as though he isn’t sure if he wants to even ask or not before continuing, “Can I hold your hand?” His eyes are wide with concern and worry. It is a simple request for something he shouldn’t even have to think twice about just doing.

The self-hatred has already started eating you alive. Why did you let it happen? How did you let it happen? You wish you could have done something to prevent it. You wish you hadn’t gone out that night at all. Now your own boyfriend has to ask before he can hold your hand because if not you’ll literally freak out on him, even if you don’t mean to and even though you wish you didn’t. He’s still getting used to that too. He’s not used to having to ask permission for something as simple as holding your hand, or touching your waist when he comes up to you. That used to be something that was so natural, something neither of you ever thought twice about, but now he has to, and you have to hype yourself up just to let him touch you. You have to constantly remind yourself that Shawn would never hurt you.

You nod in response to his question, and he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours, carefully watching your eyes the entire time, making sure you’re not feeling triggered at all. “Sit down with me?” He questions, and you nod, following him to the couch. Once you’re both seated, he starts talking, “Baby, I know I can’t change what happened, and I can’t force you to feel better. I’m not trying to do that, I know you need time to heal, but I just want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that it’s not your fault. None of what happened was your fault, okay?” He says, trying to make sure you understand. He’s already told you this, so many times, but yet, you still find it hard to believe. You just nod in response. You want to believe him, you do, but it’s hard to get out of your head, to not think about the past.

He doesn’t try to pull you any closer to himself, even though he’s a very touchy person, well at least he used to be. He used to always need to touch you, always pulling you down into his lap when he sat down somewhere, always resting his hand on your hip, or throwing it over your shoulder. Now, he wants to touch you, to hold you close, to keep you safe, but he doesn’t.

“I love you.” He says, and even though you know he means it, his voice is full of hurt. Hurt because of what happened to you. Hurt because he feels responsible, even though there was nothing he could have done because he wasn’t even with you when it happened. But most of all, hurt because he knows you’re a different person now, and neither of you are sure you’ll ever be able to find your way back.

liam is literally doing a collab with migos nobody fucking touch me i can’t even go all caps i’m this 👌 close to screaming too many connections between them to think that collab ain’t coming i!!!! am!!!! a!!!! hype!!!! bitch!!!!

Bitter Biscuits

Street racers!AU

warnings: there are more secrets than you think, strong language, last 3 chapters and there’s a bonus chapter for the resolution and end, angst for the emo souls like mine, more drama than action.

You watched Woojin settle the pot at your balcony, he kept moving the plants from one place to another trying to find a better place for them. Immediately, he turned to your standing figure and showed his toothy grin before walking over to you. Woojin wrapped his arms around your waist, then rested his chin on top of your head while you smelled the scent of his cologne. 

Both of your attention went to the phone ringing on the wooden table located inside the kitchen. Woojin gave you a light kiss on the lips before taking the call.

“Hey, I have to visit the boys, something came up.” Woojin excused, trying to convince you. You simply gave him a nod, thus he left the house. Until Woojin was out of your clear sight, you grabbed your phone to dial the agent’s number. While you changed your clothes, you set her on speaker.

“My assignment?” You asked.

“Lai Guanlin, half-son of the current boss of the 101 gang. Keep him alive, we need him to lure the others in.” The female responded. You paused to ask the agent, “Then what?”

“We bargain,” she replied.

You said bemused, “Agent Seo, I don’t think you understand. They’re a mafia, they’d kill us on the spot after the bargain.”

“I know what they want–what Daniel wants so badly that he’d kill. But I need you to trust me. I also need something from them as well,” she finished. Afterwards, she cut the call leaving you to contemplate about your mission.

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anonymous asked:

The 4's reaction to their teenage daughter introduces there boyfriend

Edd: Daddy Edd here is gonna try and embarrass the ever loving hell out of his little girl. He’s going to tell and show the boyfriend all of their most embarrassing moments that he can think of, he’ll be extra punny and pull out his worst jokes. He wants to annoy the boyfriend in the highest way possible, this is his method of scaring off boyfriends. Anything horrible that you thought would happen, will happen.

Matt: Matt is going to be very dead pan while meeting his previous daughter’s love interest, he stares at him blankly while shaking his hand and doesn’t even nod a response to his greeting. While they talk at the table he doesn’t show any signs that he’s actually listening until it’s his turn to talk, when he does begin to speak all he does is brag and brag about his daughter, it goes on and on, he puts her on the highest of pedestals and makes her seem like the queen to be. Obviously the boyfriend is hugely out of her league. When the boyfriend tries to respond and talk about what he likes and likes about his daughter Matt always interrupts him with a remark on how that’s not a good thing. No one is good enough for his little princess.

Tom: Now Tom isn’t apposed to his little girl finding love, but love is when you get married and have babies! She’s only a teen, nothing she should be getting involved with at the moment. She can date when she’s in her late 40’s… Or when Tom dies… When he meets the boyfriend he puts off his most intimidating aura he can muster, he wants to show that he can kick the guy straight into next year. He just stares at the guy angrily and defiantly makes the kid sweat and stutter nervously, he’s a big protective papa bear. When the boy leaves he turns to his daughter and begs her not to dAte, she’s his sweet little baby girl and needs to not grow up anymore, please.

Tord: Guess whose getting a personal tour of every single one of Tord’s weapons? The boyfriend! Tord has lots of stories to tell of how he’s personally destroyed anything and everything in his path and how to dispose of a person properly, he has many “friends” in his life that are very capably of doing the same as him and more even. Interesting fact on how easily people could go missing without a trace. Would you look at that? I’m sorry to say this daughter but you’re boyfriend might have ran out the second the door even opened.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have a Redbubble/something similar? I love your art style and am looking for stickers to decorate my laptop with. ❤

I don’t– but I’m going to look into it just because you asked, and hey, who knows. Maybe set one up? Could be fun, haha

Just You Wait (Daveed x Reader)

Collab with the lovely Ki aka @torturedbisexual

IT’S HERE

Warnings- KINK

Words- 1,439



The two of you couldn’t wait to get home.

After your first date in a month, you were eager to spend time with each other. All throughout dinner, Daveed couldn’t keep his eyes off of your figure. You mentally high-five yourself for remembering to wear the dress he liked.

It was only fair. He’d left his contacts at home and opted for a pair of smart glasses. Daveed looked so good in glasses.

The taxi ride home was almost unbearable. Your boyfriend rubbed circles on your thigh, slowly inching upwards.

“Stop it!” you hissed, casting a nervous glance towards the cab driver.

He smirked as his hand moved under the hem of your dress. “Or what?”

You stared out the window, too distracted to think of a response. You said the first thing that came to mind.

“Fuck you.”

Daveed smiled wider and leaned closer to you. You felt his hot breath against your ear and his grip on your thigh tighten.

“You will be as soon as I shut the front door, babygirl.”

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You practically ran up to the door of your house and instinctively reached to get the keys from your back pocket and sighed, annoyed. Dresses without pockets were useless.

You heard an amused laugh and turned around to glare at Daveed. He twirled the keys around his finger.

“Having issues, Y/N?” he taunts.

“Open the door,” you demand. “I have a better use for those fingers.”

Lust flashes across his eyes as he walks towards the door. You step behind him and kiss the back of his neck as you hear a click. About damn time.

You begin to run to your bedroom when Daveed grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

“I want you here. Now,” he says. You shiver with anticipation as he starts to kiss you hungrily. His hand reaches up to brush the hair from your face when you feel a sudden pain as his fingers reach a knot.

“Ah! What the fuck, Diggs?” you question.

“I didn’t do anything! You wanted the cab windows down,” he answers. “However, I have better ways to mess up your hair.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as your arms circled his waist.

“Prove it,” you challenged.

You feel strong arms lift you off the ground as Daveed picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, holding your hands against the blankets.

“What happened to ‘I want you here’?” you quipped.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to be feisty, love,” he replies. “You remember what happened last time you mouthed off, don’t you?”

You begin to squirm, memories flooding your mind. If the punishment was so satisfying to both you and your lover, was there really any harm in misbehaving?

Daveed grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your face closer to his.

“Answer the question.” he growled.

You bit your lip and whimpered. “Y-yes sir.”

Daveed tugged your hair, forcing you to throw your head back and expose your neck to him. “Yes sir, what?” he questioned.

“Yes sir, I remember what you did to me.”  you moaned. Daveed smirked and pressed open mouth kisses to you neck, marking and claiming you as his own.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me today?” he taunted.

You let out a small, prey-like noise. “Yes sir. I’ll be good.”

“Strip.” he demanded. You stood off the bed and pulled your clothing off slowly, one piece at a time. Daveed’s gaze never once strayed from your body.

Daveed gave you a satisfied look. “Go sit at the end of the bed, sweetie.” he said softly.  You nodded and did as you were told. He circled around the bed, eyeing you like he might pounce any minute.

You kneeled in front of the headboard, hands folded carefully in your lap. Daveed loosened his tie and approached you from behind. He took both your wrists in one of his large hands and used his other to wrap the tie around them. He brought your hands up to the headboard and attached them there, rendering them useless.

“Good.” he hummed. He laid behind you on the bed and pushed your legs apart before flipping onto his back and positioning himself underneath you. “You’re gonna ride Daddy’s face. Okay, babygirl? And you’re gonna wait to cum until I say so.”

You nodded.

“Okay?” he asked again, more firmly this time.

“Yes, sir.” you replied. He placed a hand on either side of your hip. You started to descend on him, nearly shaking with excitement, but a loud crack stopped you.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Daveed’s voice rang. You raised your hips slightly.

“Y/N you broke my glasses!” he said angrily.

“I’m sorry, sir.” you said quietly. Daveed slid out from underneath you. You threw you head over your shoulder to look at him.

“Don’t call me that, this isn’t funny. These are expensive.” he looked down at them sadly.

You wanted to turn and comfort him, but you were still tied to the headboard and couldn’t move much except your legs. You reached one out and poked his thigh in an attempt to apologize.

Daveed looked up at you. Anger glinted in his eyes. “You’re gonna pay for this one, kitten.” he said menacingly.  He grabbed your ankle and pulled you so that your body was lying flat against the mattress except when it started to rise to where your wrists were still stuck.

He leaned his lithe body over yours. “You stay right here.”

His voice was teasing, but you understood the command behind it. You let your body lay stretched out on the bed as you heard drawers opening. You tried to turn and look at Daveed, but his tie prevented you.

Moments later, he returned to you, running a hand across your back. “I hope you’re ready for me, baby girl.” he cooed. He brought his hips back to thrust into you. You braced yourself for the pain, but instead, the doorbell rang.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Daveed shouted.

“I thought you were fucking me.” you said innocently. His hand came down on your ass, hard.

“Don’t sass me.”  he ordered.

“Yes sir!” you gasped at the fresh pain.

“Just ignore them, they’ll go away.” he whispered. You nodded and felt him start to tease at your entrance yet again.

“It’s pizza delivery!” A muffled voice was heard.

“Did you order pizza?” Daveed asked you.

“I have literally been with you since the second we got home. I’m not hiding a cell in my vagina.” you stated, dropping your act.

You heard Daveed sigh behind you. “Am I going to have sex with you or not?” he complained. You rolled your eyes and nodded.

He placed a hand on on your hip and one on your shoulder. Without warning, Daveed slammed into you. You yelped and tugged at the hand restraints.

“Are you okay in there?” the muffled voice said. Daveed continued to thrust. “Listen,” it began. “You ordered these pizzas and get in trouble if I don’t receive payment for them. This is my first job, I really can’t get fired so-”

Daveed let out a frustrated yell. “I can’t!” He pulled out of you completely. “Can you go tell him to leave?”

“Me?” you argued. “Daveed, you’re not the one tied to a bed frame.” he strained your neck to try and look back at him.

“Y/N, if I go out there it’s very obvious that I’m,” he glanced down, “aroused. You’re a girl, you can hide it.”

“Fine.” you sighed. Daveed reached up and untied you. You put a long tshirt on and walked to your front door.

The man standing there when you opened it was young and looked flushed with anger.

“I don’t see why that was so hard I mean-”

“We didn’t order any FUCKING PIZZA!” you screamed. He took a step back.

“Well, it says here to deliver to this address.” He glanced down at the receipt attached to a pizza box.  

“Give that to me.” You ripped the paper off the box and let your eyes scan over it. “You have the wrong address, dumbass. That’s a fucking one. Not a seven.”

You shoved the receipt back into his hand and slammed the door.  

You shook your head in disappointment and made your way back to the bedroom. You were already anticipating what was awaiting you there, but when you got there, all that awaited you was soft snoring.

Daveed was sprawled on his back, eyes closed and mouth half open.

“Dammit.”



Ki’s note: I’m not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(If you don’t hate me, follow me @torturedbisexual. Gotta get that promo.)


Rachel’s note-  lol you thought. 

It was her idea but no ragrets.

(You should follow her she’s awesome)

imagine person A is in the hospital for some reason and person B comes to visit them. person A is pretending to be asleep (or is woken up by person B’s voice) while person B is talking to them and saying really sweet things. then person B leans over and gives them a really sweet kiss. since person A is attached to a heart monitor, it starts going crazy and person B then realizes that person A was awake the whole time.

anonymous asked:

Okay but just imagine Akira having a teammate he always bickers with but as soon as he summons Arséne, the persona's like "Y'know the guy's got the fucking hots for you right?" #Arséneisultimatewingman

HSJAHFASHLKJ I HONESTLY HEADCANON THIS SO HARD like Arsène’s the reason they hook up in the first place and he’ll talk to S/O about Akira’s embarrassing habits and then the two gang up on Akira and just tease him RELENTLESSLY like it wasn’t bad enough that S/O was always butting heads with him but now the manifestation of his personality is tag-teaming with them. rip akira Arsène and S/O are best buddies tbh. ^_~b

Daiki

Street racers!AU

warnings: still mafia related, hints for the next chapter, this is a stand alone story but it will confuse you for a bit if you haven’t read the other series, more delays, secrets and betrayals in so deep, some fluff to compensate. 

You raced the car beside yours, taking a strong left drift before repositioning the vehicle. Kicking on the clutch to shift your gear to a four, you accelerated the car as it neared the finishing line. However, the one beside you got ahead and took over. The crowd cheered as your opponent hit the finish line and the girl swung the flag round.

The male got out of his car before you did and strolled towards you slowly until you heard the sound of sirens. Instantly, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you behind a building. Seonho trapped your body between his own and the wall. He glanced back and forth at the policemen huddled on the road.

When you heard footsteps approaching, Seonho panicked so you held his hand instead and jumped into the water. This caught the attention of the officers; however, they couldn’t see your bodies for you were deep underwater.

You pulled the older male with you as you got out of the water, you placed your finger on his lips as he was about to speak. The both of you succeeded in escaping, but you still had to keep moving.

Not later did you find a telephone booth, thus Seonho made his call lucky enough that his cash clung to his pockets. You wrapped your arms around your body, shivering at the cool breeze. Seonho saw this and wished for his friends would pick up the phone; however, they didn’t.

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((not only have we been blessed with good music, we’ve been blessed with amazing choreo too. god bless seventeen uvu))

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Has anyone talked about professional dog trainer Sid? Geno, who just really wants to be smothered by puppies, decided it’s a great idea to put his dogs in obedience school after one look at the instructor. Sid is amused by the gorgeous tall guy and his (really well behaved) dogs. - submission