it just sounds like something that would happen to him

BTS Reacts - Asking Them To Sing You To Sleep

Yoongi: He doesn’t think of himself as someone who could sing very well, so when he listens to your request, he protests a little, ‘You know I’m a rapper, right?’ He’s worried his throaty voice wouldn’t ease you into sleep; if there were a piano in the room, he’d play that instead. With a little more persistence, you tell him that it doesn’t matter to you, that you just want to hear his voice last before drifting off. He would end up giving in to your pleas, humming to Whalien 52 at a slower tempo and a leveled pitch to match his voice; the melody of the song is occasionally drowned out by his soft, sleepy sighs as he holds you close to watch you fall asleep. The lyrics provoke him into the thought of losing you - something he hoped would never happen - thankfully, the sight of you relaxing your shoulders while he sings would tug at his heartstrings, calming him down. The life of an idol and producer was a lonely one. To have found you amidst all this chaos; he never took it for granted.

/ Lonely, lonely, lonely whale /  Like this, try calling once again / Until this song that doesn’t have a response / Reaches tomorrow /

Jimin: ‘Again?’, he would say. You often asked for his sweet voice to serenade you to sleep, on the days that he didn’t seem too tired to do so - sometimes, he would even do it without you asking. He knows that you have trouble sleeping every so often by the way your body twitches up against him, causing him to wake as well. He would be quite worn out from the day’s practice, but it wouldn’t stop him from smiling at the fact that you always needed some sort of lullaby to calm your nerves. He would whisper in your ear after waking, asking if you wanted to hear anything specific - whether you wanted something with a major or minor key. Doesn’t matter, you say to him, and he moves his lips to the chorus of BTS’ Hold Me Tight; a song he listened to often before he met you. He would be glad he didn’t have to relate this song to himself anymore; he no longer felt miserable, after finally being able to be your boyfriend.

/ You still shine / You’re still like a scented flower / Now trust me / Hold me once again / So I can feel you, hold me / Without you, I can’t breathe / I’m nothing without you /

Namjoon: He would stare at you for a bit, wondering what he could possibly harmonize to, to help lull you to sleep. Recently, he has been taking on more vocal roles in BTS, so he’s definitely more willing to sing to you since you asked. You are the one person that he would ever think of serenading, even despite the strenuous lives the both of you led due to being romantically involved with an idol. He wants to take this opportunity to be able to sing something meaningful to you in that moment; he wants you to be okay. He would never hurt you intentionally, but he knows the pressure of this relationship can be crippling. He climbs into bed with you, letting your head rest on his chest as you eagerly focus on the sounds emanating from deep within him, that follow to the theme of Two! Three! Hoping For More Good Days. He hopes you can sleep, knowing he would always love you through the hardships.

/ Let’s just walk down a pleasant flower path / I can’t say something like that / Let’s only see good things / I can’t say that either / That only good things will happen / That you won’t get hurt anymore / I can’t say something like that / I can’t lie like that /

Seokjin: Jin would love singing you to bed, he wouldn’t really be able to envision any better way to spend the moments he has left before he would turn in for the night. He would joke about how lucky you are to get to hear his celestial voice off-stage; fans would have killed for that opportunity. Personally, he would be brimming with happiness. He would feel appreciated and wanted, just for asking him to sing for you. He would sit by your bedside on his knees, resting his chin on your mattress. His eyes would look up to observe the process of you nodding off, while he gently murmurs the lyrics to his latest solo, Awake. When you’ve fallen asleep, he would stop immediately to take in the view of you slumbering serenely before him. People liked to dub him the ‘angel’ of BTS - never did it occur to him that he would always get to sing to one, let alone be by their side every night.

/ Maybe I, I can never fly / I can’t fly like the flower petals over there / Or as though I have wings / Maybe I, I can’t touch the sky / Still, I want to stretch my hand out / I want to run, just a bit more /

Jungkook: The maknae of Bangtan would have no qualms fulfilling your reasonable request. He would tease you a little at first, saying that you were like a child that needed to be tucked in before being able to doze off. When you confess that you listen to his song covers whenever he’s gone because it makes you feel less alone - the tables would have turned on him instead - his teasing would backfire as he blushes at the thought of his voice accompanying you to sleep whenever he wasn’t around. Jungkook has a special kind of allure to his singing that soothed your soul, and you end up saying just that to him. He wouldn’t even be able to look you straight in the eye as he vocalizes to the melody of BTS’ Blanket Kick - even after all these years, you still knew how to set his heart ablaze; your words always make him as giddy as schoolboy before his crush.

/ Only you, only you / Again, I’m acting weird in front of you / You’re so pretty, pretty, pretty / But why am I like this? / I sleep and kick my blankets around / Only you /

Hoseok: The cheery smile on his face would widen as he listens to your question. Why him? He would say that it’s cute of you to think of him as someone that could put you to sleep with the sound of his raspy voice, and he would end up telling you that there is no way he can attempt that feat. You shoot him eyes that begged him to humor you. Hobi wouldn’t have had much of a choice; but he’s truthfully okay with that. Arasseo, let me warm up. He would clear his throat in a wacky fashion that makes you giggle drowsily his way. The words to a familiar song would progressively return to him, and he begins a verse with a faint melody before leisurely and softly rapping the lyrics to Rain - something he’s written once before when he was hurt by love - but Hoseok no longer looks back at the experience with a pained heart, because he knows that he has a future with you to look forward to.

 / I get up and when I feel sore / I look out the window / As if it knows how my body feels, the rain is falling / Welling up in the window / I felt it / The tears that were flowing down my heart /

Taehyung: His features would shine in delight as he realizes this is the first time you’ve ever asked him to sing for you; Taehyung would leap fervently at the chance to serenade his sweetheart to sleep, especially because he was absent on most nights to shoot promos and record in the studio. If singing is one of the ways he can make you feel less unattended to, you can bet a million dollars he would pull out his phone in the middle of a concert to stream himself performing, just to make you smile. He decides to sing Just One Day to get his sentiment across. The last thing he would ever want was for you to feel like you’d been forgotten about. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t wish he could spend it with you. As you slide into unconsciousness, he burrows under the sheets with you and embraces you from behind, silently thankful that you still want to be with him; that you still want to hear his voice.

/ If I can be with you just for a day / If I can hold your hands just for a day / If I can be with you just for a day / Just one day / If you and I can be together just for a day /


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I WAS KIND OF HOPING THIS COULD BE YOUR PRESENT...

@lovesettokillxo asked : Hey today is my birthday so I wanted to know if you could write something along the lines of being Jungkook’s best friend but him only seeing you as a little sister unlike how you see him… and he finally sees you in different light on your birthday (p.s can you include thigh riding and rough kooki that would make my entire life thanks 🙏🏽)

A/N: Happy Birthday! This is my present to you lol….


Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: He’d always seen you as his best friend, his partner in crime. But on your birthday something changed. He wanted… more. 

Warnings: smut, language, the usual warnings for my writing lmao

Word Count: 2107


When you were two you’d met Jungkook at the park. The two of you had gone down the slide together and it was there that he’d asked you to be his best friend forever. When you were five, you’d started kindergarten, Jungkook by your side. The two of you had drawn pictures for each other but still Jungkook remained your best friend and you remained his. When you were thirteen, you’d begun to understand that maybe, just maybe, Jungkook was more than a best friend to you. However, it was clear Jungkook saw you as his best friend and only his best friend. Upon entering high school, the two of you hadn’t had many classes together but still managed to eat lunch together with your other friends and study together after school. It seemed that nothing had changed between the two of you. You were best friends and you always would be.

Yet something had changed. You were in love with Jungkook, you couldn’t deny that. And he was blissfully oblivious. Typical. Your love wasn’t the only love he was oblivious to. Half of the girls at your school were fawning over him, and he seemed to have eyes for none of them. In some ways, that was a relief. In another, if he couldn’t see their love, would he ever be able to see yours?

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Strictly Professional

Summary: You recognized the problematic customers the second you saw them. Lin, however, took the cake with being the most memorable client you’ve ever had. (TattooArtist!Reader)

Paring: Lin x reader

Words: 4,428

A/N:Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for being awesome and giving me tips for certain parts of the story (you’re the queen of dialogue)! Also, thank you to @how-could-i-do-this for proofreading (I’m glad i’m getting better at not switching tenses lol). I wrote this in celebration of my first tattoo lol! Thanks for reading!

Edit: @whenthingsgettoughdontpushmeaway - I remember you asking to be tagged when I posted. @buckybarneshairpullingkink - You already read it, but I didn’t forget (well, I did, but ya know lol)


“Is that him?” you mumbled to your coworker Liz as you emerged from your room to the front desk, watching the man that paced back and forth in front of the parlor.

You could always spot the first-timers the instant you looked at them. You could sense the excitement and nervousness rolling off them in waves, their bodies tense from the anticipation of the ink that would soon permanently mark their skin.

But him?

It was more like a tsunami of emotions, crashing and tumbling over his body as he questioned his decision to get a tattoo. You felt it before you even stepped foot into the same room as him.

“It’s so unfair that you always get the cute ones,” Liz whispered as she handed you his paperwork. She had an appointment in ten minutes, and with the piece being a fairly large and intricate one, she passed him off to you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring her comment and scanned his papers, noting his name and birthdate. “Lin?” you called.

He spun on his heel at his name, his swift steps having him in front of the desk within seconds. “Hi, yes, that’s me,” he answered quickly.

You inwardly sighed, knowing exactly what kind of patron he was going to be: the spazz that spoke too much, asked too many questions, and would hold his breath until he turned blue. “My name is Y/N and I’ll be with you today. What kind of tattoo would you like Lin?” you asked, watching as he nervously drummed his fingers against the counter.

His eyes widened, looking at you disbelievingly. “You’re the one giving me the tattoo?”

The neck cramp that you got when you handled frustrating customers reared its ugly head. “Yes. This is a fairly small tattoo shop and you just happened to come in last minute, without an appointment…” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes and challenging him to say anything further.

“I didn’t expect someone that looked like you to give me a tattoo. I’ve always pictured a big, burly man and not a beautiful woman that…” Lin trailed off, sighing when he realized what an ass he must have sounded, “I’m just going to shut up now. Sorry.”

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dirkjohn meetcute where theyre both on a discord server rose owns and john is posting screencaps of texts with his cousin jake(edited to remove identifying info ofc) bc theyre fighting over something silly and dirks like “He sounds just like my ex-bf/current bff, tell me more” and they just back and forth in the dms with silly anecdotes about these two guys they know and theyre really bonding over how ridiculous they are until johns like “the weirdest thing about him is that i swear he has like a fetish for blue women?” and dirk just breaks into a sweat and replies “Really. That’s very coincidental, as my bro here has a ‘blue dame’ kink as well. How very uncanny.”

theres a good 15 minutes of nothing before john asks “would you happen to look like a hot anime man who wears bad clothes?” and dirk panics and blocks him

candles

(this is for sen she killed me)


It is summer. Outside the inn, the cicadas have quieted and it’s the crickets that take over, white noise, white music, lulling the boys to sleep. The breaths of heavy sleep can be heard alongside the whir of the fan passing over the room. It smells of tatami mats and Kaminari’s feet, one foot poking Bakugou’s upper arm. His snores sound like whines, just irritating enough that Bakugou’s resting face is that of a scowl.

He considers shoving Kaminari, or more likely, kicking him, but that would require moving, and all four limbs are distant from Bakugou, heavy as concrete and unmovable as the komainu guards that stood outside the inn. He should be sleeping. He needs to be sleeping. Tomorrow, the training camp begins.

Still, there’s the expectant air of something about to happen–the moment before a match is lit, a breath held in until lungs burst, a pause of silence between songs. The room is scattered with pillows and blankets from a pillow fight two hours ago, and the room is heavy with a sense of contentment, apparent in the way Tokoyami cocoons himself in his blanket and Midoriya rests a hand on Iida’s chest. Shouji’s arms splayed out wide and Aoyama with his eyemask on.

Bakugou is wired–restless energy from the pillow fight? Fresh, summer air? Or the tension of training camps past, of being stolen away by villains in the dark.

Bakugou sits up, cards his fingers through his hair.

There’s a beat of silence, and then, “You’re awake?”

Todoroki’s voice is barely above a whisper, dream-like and soft, volume concealed by the sound of the fan. A breeze passes over Bakugou, making his hair flutter. Two sleepers over, Todoroki’s hair ruffles, too. He sits up.

“Go to sleep, idiot,” Bakugou hisses. “I’m not staying up.”

“You feel it, too.”

Bakugou holds his breath. He lets out a louder sigh than he intends. Lying back down, he turns his back on Todoroki. “Doesn’t matter. Night.”

The hair on the back of his neck prickles. He hears the telltale sound of a comforter being pushed back and the gentle thumping of movement across the mats.

If I close my eyes and go to sleep, he will go away, Bakugou thinks.

He manages to ignore Todoroki for a grand total of three minutes before he shoves back his own comforter and sits up, teeth pulled away from his gums. “What.”

Todoroki is sitting seiza at the foot of his bed. “You’re awake,” he says.

“‘Cause I can feel you breathing down my neck, shitstick. Take a hike and get out of my bed.

“We should welcome in summer together,” Todoroki says.

“Do you actually ever listen to people?” Bakugou asks.

“I used to do it with my sister,” he says. “I’m too restless to go to sleep. So are you.”

“I’ll have you know I love sleeping,” Bakugou says. “Get tucked in real fucking tight, snug as bug in his own fucking rug, away from creepy sleep-watchers and their weird-ass ideas.”

“You feel it,” Todoroki says. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s breath catches. “I told you not to–even if it’s dire–”

Todoroki holds up one finger, and a tiny flame lights from the end of it. Bakugou flinches. The candlelight reflects in Todoroki’s odd-colored eyes, shiny as glass. It lights a dull glow across molten, scarred skin, bumpy and rough-around-the-edges as the scar’s owner. It casts a shadow across the shape of Todoroki’s mouth, just too close to not-not-smiling to make it hard to look at him.

“Fine,” Bakugou says.

“Repeat after me,” Todoroki says. “Welcome, cicadas.”

“Welcome, cicadas,” Bakugou mutters.

“Welcome, crickets.”

“Welcome–this is so fucking stupid.”

“Just do it.”

A grunt. “Welcome, crickets.”

“Welcome, fireflies.”

“Welcome, fireflies.”

“Welcome, watermelons.”

“Welcome, watermelons.”

“Welcome, sunburn.”

“Welcome, sunb–you’re fucking with me. You’re actually just fucking with me. Is this even a family tradition?”

Todoroki really smiles now, one edge of his mouth turning up and his eyes crinkling. Bakugou moves his glare from Todoroki’s face to the fire at the tip of his finger.

Suddenly, the light goes out.

“Wh–” Bakugou starts.

“We have to seal it,” Todoroki says. “Seal the welcome.” His voice is much, much softer. Bakugou leans forward a little to catch his words.

“Seal it? How? Wait, why the fuck do I care? It’s bull–” Todoroki’s fingers feather along Bakugou’s jaw and he jerks away upon contact, heart racing. Todoroki’s hands hover in the no man’s land between their bodies for a moment. When he moves forward again, leaning forward on his knees, Bakugou doesn’t move. His fingers settle along Bakugou’s cheekbones, pinkies curling under his chin. The callouses on his fingers make Bakugou’s skin tingle. They’re not soft hands, but the hands of a hero and a hard-worker–someone who poured blood, sweat, and tears into his craft.

Through the moonlight that seeps into the room, Bakugou can make out the smile on Todoroki’s face. “We seal it with a kiss.”

Bakugou’s heart stutters. He scowls. He didn’t remember giving it permission to do that.

He feels Todoroki’s exhale as he breathes out. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” Todoroki says.

Bakugou’s hand has found its way to his shirt, clutching at the material over his chest. He doesn’t remember telling it to do that, either. “This is stupid,” he mutters. “This is stupid, you’re stupid, this whole thing is,” he takes a breath, “fucking stupid.”

Todoroki presses his forehead to Bakugou’s, their noses brushing. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” he says again. And then, “Please.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Bakugou thinks, and he pecks Todoroki on the mouth lightning quick.

“There,” he says. “Sealed.”

“Okay,” Todoroki says.

“It’s just for your stupid summer tradition,” Bakugou says. “That’s all.”

“Okay.”

“Which is still bullshit, by the way.”

“Okay.”

“And it doesn’t mean anything, so don’t go telling Deku about…whatever.”

“Okay.”

“And–” Bakugou says, but the words are slipping from his mind because Todoroki’s thumb is on his bottom lip and he can feel the puff of Todoroki’s breath not even an inch from his mouth and Todoroki’s eyes are half-lidded, and it’s all just very warm, and without really giving it much thought, he’s kissing Todoroki.

Todoroki’s fingers are rough but his mouth is soft, none of the sharp words he wields when he picks fights with Bakugou, a choice insult thrown in like a dagger to the side, no, this–this is the smile he wears when he’s helpful to a classmate, the brush of his hair against Bakugou’s palm when he swipes at him while dueling, the press of his cheek on Bakugou’s shoulder when he falls asleep on him on the train.

This is I know you and I have yet to know you and I want to know you, the questioning tilt of Todoroki’s head and the suggestion of tongue. They don’t French but they do kiss, the sound sweet as a cricket’s song when they part. Bakugou thinks he’s in a fever dream, even though the height of summer has yet to arrive and the fan still blows cool air across them every now and then. He feels that if he stops kissing Todoroki he will wake up and it will have never happened.

When Todoroki parts from him, he whispers, “Welcome, summer.”

Bakugou whispers, “Welcome, summer.”

12.17 coda

Cas hasn’t been picking up.

It’s not the first time something like this happened but Dean thought they were past this. They’ve been texting almost every day, talking at least twice a week. Now that he knows this version of Cas, he can’t take the radio silence.

It spooks him more than he lets on.

He tries again late at night, dials the number he knows by heart. Straight to voicemail. He knows it would happen, he tried just a minute ago, but the sound of Cas’ voice washes over him and he relaxes as much as his nervousness increases. At the beep, he sighs.

“Cas, buddy… where are you?”
His mouth is an ugly grimace, the lines on his face etched with concern even after he rubs his hand over his face. It’s not the first message and it won’t be the last. He should stop. He should. Still, his voice breaks.

“I need you.”

We need you, he should add - because plural is safer, less full of weight. Yet, for some reason, he doesn’t. Instead, he just swallows, calls Castiel’s name softly against the speaker as if the sound of it could summon the angel. But, just like the other times before, the line clicks dead. Cas doesn’t magically appear just because Dean is wishing it with every fiber of his being. So the hunter closes his eyes, puts the phone by the nightstand - as he always does when Cas is away. Just in case.

He’s drowning, deeper and deeper, pulled into the water by dark claws. He can’t fight it. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to anymore. All of the sudden, he’s pulled up, fast and hard and then all the water is gone. He’s dry, standing on his childhood bedroom, bright blue “I Wuv Hugz” shirt on. Cas. Cas is standing right in front of him. The angel looks down at his shirt quizzically, the twitch of his brow too accurate to be just a memory. Then, he looks back up, smiles, all soft and gentle before he steals Dean’s space and wraps tight arms around broad shoulders.

Dean doesn’t know what to do. He hugs back, closed fists against Cas’ back, but none of this makes sense and the realization hits him like a truck doing ninety on a freeway. He pulls back, eyes moist and full of hurt.

“I’m dreaming, aren’t I? You’re just a dream.”

The angel hesitates, his expression odd. He looks as if he’s considering the answer and it makes Dean think for a moment that maybe it’s really Cas, sneaking into his dreams. But then the angel nods, confirms his suspicions and Dean believes it - maybe because Cas needs him to. He wraps his arms around the angel again, anyway. Fictional or not, this Cas feels real.

“Come back to me,” he pleads to the phantom because if it’s just a dream he can’t be at fault for his own words. Cas frowns, he looks sad - like angel statues over cold stone graves. Too sad. Dean’s hand cradles his jaw and he presses closer, leans in until his lips brush Cas’ in a gentle kiss.

“I’ll wait,” he assures, “just… come back.”

At last, Cas smiles again and Dean can’t help but smile back. The angel pulls him in for another kiss but he licks it out of Dean’s mouth, all demanding and pushy, hard and bossy in that way he knows always has the hunter going a little crazy. So Dean melts into it, all soft, pleased noises, moaning into chapped pink lips, trembling fingertips dancing over Castiel’s nape.

He should be angry. He knows Cas is lying. His imagination, no matter how good, could never recreate Cas this perfectly. This is the real deal, probably neck deep into some new stupid ass decision. But Dean doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head and smirks into the kiss, pulling the blue-eyed little nerd closer still.

When he wakes up, hours later, the other side of the bed remains empty. Still, he feels a little better. Cas will come back.

He always does.

Poison

Dean Winchester x Reader

3300 Words

Story Summary: Running errands, Y/N is captured by a shifter and tortured as payback for the pain Dean caused him. When Dean finally comes to rescue her, it may be too late.

A/N: This is for @babypieandwhiskey and her Cam’s Creative Birthday Challenge. I asked for a gif, and this is what I came up with for that gif. Story seemed to have a life of it’s own!!

Warnings: Angst!! With some fluff thrown in. Some mentions of violence.

Never would you have imagined your life would have ended up here. Moments away from death at the hands at the hands of some shifter. Never having the chance to say goodbye to Dean. It had only been a week ago when you had thought your life was perfect.

Glancing down at the shiny ring on your hand, a tear slipped down your cheek. It was just a week ago that Dean had gotten down on one knee, doing something you had never imagined would happen. Proposing to you, pledging to spend the rest of his life with you. It had been an easy decision, a yes leaving your lips before he had even finished talking.

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anonymous asked:

How would monsta x react to you getting hurt (like bumping your head or arm--something not too sever) while rough housing with the other members? P.s. keep doing what you're doing it's all amazing🤗💖

Shownu would scold you, he’d tell you to be more careful and would examine where you got hurt and tell you to stay by his side instead of playing around. You’d try to sneak off, but Shownu would just wrap his arm around your waist and be like “You’re injured. Stay.” 

Kihyun would come for the member you were playing around with and be like “Look what happened, apologize immediately!” even though you hit your head against the armrest of a chair and the member had nothing to do with it.

Wonho would pull you in between his legs and kiss wherever it is you got hurt and say something like “my kiss will make it better” before realizing how corny that sounds and blushing.

Minhyuk would also kiss wherever it is you got hurt, but instead of pulling you away to sit with him he’d join into whatever game you and the other member were playing with and he’d be like “don’t worry, I’ll protect you if anything.” even though there really isn’t anything to protect you from LOL 

Hyungwon would tell you that he doesn’t understand games where you have to rough house isn’t it better just to nap side-by-side with him and you’d be like “Being active is fun!!” and Hyungwon would just stare at you half-awake and like “Was getting your shoulder bumped fun? You know when you don’t get your shoulder bumped - when you sleep. Except that one time I fell off the top bunk,,,,,,,not the point.” 

Jooheon would insist that it’s only fair that the other member gets hurt just like you did and that he’s not promoting violence or anything but since Kihyun accidentally tripped you with his foot, it’s time for Kihyun to get tripped. This is how democracy works, get up Kihyun. 

Changkyun/IM would honestly just laugh and be like “you’re both silly” at you and the member and you’d pout and pretend it hurt a lot getting bumped into the members elbow and Changkyun, with a matter-a-fact voice, would be like “Of course it hurts, it’s someones elbow babe.” 

Can we please talk about my boy, Winwin, during Victory ep. 9 ???

Not only was he speaking SOOO much more than he used to, but he was speaking with the utmost confidence, too! Every time he would say something, the other members would just stare at him and smile because he’S NOT AFRAID TO TALK ANYMORE !!!!!!

The poor thing used to be so timid and so shy because he wasn’t fluent in Korean, but he looked and sounded like a whole new person during their broadcast! Instead of fake giggling because he didn’t understand what had just happened, he was genuinely laughing with the rest of the members when something funny would happen! AND along with this newfound confidence came one hell of a sense of humor! That boy is damn funny, lemme tell ya! I mean, he probably always has been; but before, he wasn’t quite able to share with us that side of him since he was still trying to grasp an understanding at the Korean language.

It brought the biggest smile to my face seeing him interact and genuinely have a good time with his friends…. He looked so much more relaxed and so much more confident in himself than I’ve ever seen him look before, and I’m just so so proud of him (’:

Hopefully with better Korean comes more lines,,,,, ((((:::

but im not giving up im just giving in

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philkas au in which lukas doesnt kiss philip at the party in red hook


When Lukas told Philip he never lied to him, he believed him. At the time, the statement was true. At the time, Lukas didn’t lie to him.

But tonight, he did. When he told Philip he’d kiss him in front of everyone. When he made it seem like they were together, not just together, and then dropped his hand at the door. When he turned back into the Lukas that desperately wants other’s approval.

When he turned into the Lukas that is ashamed to look at the boy he claims to care about.

It isn’t that he suddenly starts ignoring him. It’s that he treats him like a friend; Philip is anything but. He doesn’t know if he could ever be friends with Lukas, not with the way he feels about him, the way Lukas claims to feel about him. But it seems that’s the parts they’re playing tonight. Friends. Just friends.

When Lukas tells him he’s going to get them more of whatever crap is in their cups, Philip takes the chance and runs with it.

He leaves. He’s had just enough that his brain is fuzzy, not enough to make it hard to walk, not enough to get him lost. He tries not to rifle through his memories as he walks, but he can’t help it; Lukas telling him he broke up with Rose, Lukas pressing a kiss to his head, Lukas making that dumb comment about Deja Vu, Lukas acting like he was going to change.

He’s tired. He’s tired of being the secret, he’s tired of being the boy Lukas hides. He’s better than that. He deserves more than that.

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Glitch In The Matrix Stories #26

My Dog Was Just As Confused As I Was

I was home alone with my dog. I went into my bedroom and sat on the floor to play fetch for a few minutes. I tossed the tennis ball a few times, and he brought it back as usual. The next time I threw it, it bounced off a wall back towards me and hit the door frame. I never actually heard it hit the second time. I never saw it bounce or roll away.

My dog eagerly went to that spot to retrieve it, but when he got there, he paused and looked around. I went to see if the ball was there because sometimes he will suddenly stop chasing the ball. It was not there. I figured maybe it bounced off so quickly that neither of us saw it, so I went into the living room to see if it stopped on our super fluffy rug. It wasn’t there either. I looked under the couch. Nope. I couldn’t figure out what happened to it.

I went into the kitchen a few minutes later, and there it was, behind the bar. I was extremely puzzled because for this to happen, it would have had to roll across my rug, under my couch, and around the bar. In all, it would have had to roll about 25 feet. The rug is super fluffy (too much friction), and I know for a fact I did not toss it with enough force for it to roll that far over the rug.

Maybe it bounced across the living room after hitting the wall? If so, I would have had to throw it pretty hard.

I still have no idea what happened or how the ball got where it did. I know my dog didn’t find it and bring it to the kitchen because he was next to me the whole time. I’ve been trying to come up with every possible scenario and remain stumped.

Credits to: valyrianqueen

A ‘Glitch’ That Happened To My Dad And My Sister

The other day I was at my parents’ house and we had been talking about the Mandela effect, as my dad and I have become quite obsessed with the topic lately. Well, that conversation eventually turned toward some creepy childhood things that happened to my dad, that he likes to tell me about from time to time. This thing in particular is something that had slipped my mind until he reminded me.

When my dad was a child, he lived on quite a large chunk of land. There was around an acre of just land, and then around back and to the side were acres and acres of woods. This land is still in my family to this day, and I love it there so much. I used to visit there every weekend with my siblings and lots of strange/creepy things happened there. Anyway when my dad was a kid, he used to play in the woods all the time with his brother, until all hours. There was this one area deep in the woods that was void of trees, that they used to visit often to play in. This was one of their favorite areas of the woods to visit.

One night in the summer before the sun was completely gone, they were headed toward their spot to play. But as they got nearer they started hearing crows and people’s voices. When they got to their spot.. It wasn’t empty. There was a huge, old house there with a wrap around porch, and crows hung around in cages. The lights were on in the house, and there was a woman in a rocking chair on the porch, and a man with a gun standing next to her. They were having casual conversation like nothing was amiss, even though just the day before they didn’t even exist.

Naturally, my dad freaked out and shouted “They weren’t here yesterday!!!” The man noticed them, got really angry and started to walk toward them. My dad and his brother ran away and went back home. He told me the next time they found the courage to visit that spot, the house was gone. And this is something that continuously happened to him and his brother from time to time as they were growing up.

Now, this story sounds made up. It sounds like something that he would just tell me to scare me and I wouldn’t have believed him.. Except I know he wasn’t lying. I know he wasn’t lying because my sister and my half sister experienced the same thing.

When I was little, around 6 or 7, when we used to visit my dad’s old house, my older sister and my half sister (Who I thought was my aunt at the time) used to go out and play without me sometimes while I watched Disney movies in the living room. My half sister lived with my grandparents at the time, so naturally we spent a lot of time there. Anyway that day I spent my time at the house because they just wanted some time alone.

That night, around 7 or 8 (I don’t remember that well), my sister and half sister came in through the door in a rush. My sister had tears in her eyes and my half sister was extremely excited. My sister told me that they had been playing in the woods, and come across a house that was never there before. She said it was a big house, with a wrap around porch and crows all around in cages. She was really scared and I know she wasn’t lying, she’s always been a really bad liar.

At that point in time, neither of us had heard that story from our dad. I was too young to hear about things like that, and my sister was easily scared, so our dad didn’t tell us anything like this until a lot later in life. So my dad and my sister both experienced the same exact thing, and neither of them have mental problems so I’m almost certain it was no hallucination.

Credits to: punchtheneko

Sometimes I Feel Like I’m In 2 Places At Once

For example, when I woke up this morning I felt as if I was in a New York apartment several stories up, even though I’m in California. I had visuals too, there was a window in front of my to my right that didn’t have any curtains on it, and I could see the people below walking and hear all the cars passing by.

Another example, sometimes I will be walking down the street or sitting on my porch and feel that I’m in another country, it’s different countries every time. When I say I “feel” somewhere, I mean I feel it in my soul or something, along with feeling a different way, like the vibe and atmosphere changes around me. It’s really cool though, since I do want to travel someday.

Credits to: EvanSt19

Something I Hallucinated Is Real

First let me qualify this by saying that part of this story is influenced by powerful psychoactive substances. But that is not the glitch part - well, it is related. What moved me to write this post occurred totally sober. In fact, I have not taken any drugs in years since this particular experience.

In 2011 I had just started college and met a new crowd. I was inexperienced with drugs, but started smoking weed with some new friends I met. A few months into the semester and my buddy comes over one day and mentions that he is about to be getting a bunch of really strong Salvia. I had never done anything other than weed and drinking, but researched Salvia a bit and decided it seemed like something worth trying. It seemed pretty harmless since it supposedly only lasted a few minutes and was even legal.

I had no fucking clue what I was getting myself into. If you are not familiar with Salvia, it is powerful stuff. Not “make you feel goofy” kind of stuff, but mercilessly run the fabric of your reality through the inter-dimensional wood-chipper kind of stuff. I watched my friends smoke it and do stupid shit: they’d look freaked out and say weird things, go a little bonkers for a few minutes, returning with stories of weird hallucinations of “LegoLand” and strange distortions of their reality.

Being the newb I went last. I went gung-ho and took the fattest hit I possibly could. I held it in until I felt like my lungs were about to burst encouraged by my friends jeering. By the time I exhaled the smoke I was no longer in my body. I remember watching the cloud as it left my lungs and thinking how huge it was. I am not entirely sure what happened next. I felt myself beginning to cough and then I had this intensely strange and unpleasant sensation down the middle of my body, like I was being sawed in half.

The next thing I knew I was standing in line at a movie theater waiting to buy a ticket with my two daughters. They were young, maybe 8 and 12. Both blond. I think we are waiting to see an animated movie. I am a middle-aged man, my name is Jerry. Overall, it is a pretty normal day.

I would figure out most of this later. In the moment I didn’t bother to question it. Nothing was out of place. I was Jerry, and I was just going about my day, treating my daughters to the movie theater. I experienced the totality of being another person. There was no thought in my (Jerry’s) mind of my former self, of the hit of Salvia I just exhaled or anything else. I was just standing in line, waiting at the movie theater.

I can remember what I estimate amounts to about three or five minutes of being there, waiting in that line, looking around the theater. Just as I got up to the counter to buy a ticket, I felt that horrible sensation in the middle of my body again, like a buzz-saw making its way through my sternum. Then I lost contact with Jerry. There were more hallucinations after that, but they aren’t really relevant.

It took me a long time to cope with being Jerry. When my friends asked what happened I just told them about the horrible feeling and the weird colors and shapes I saw on the tail end of the experience. I didn’t say shit about Jerry to anyone for months. I was sure they would all think I was fucking crazy. None of my friends said anything remotely like this when they finished their hits. I still to this day wonder if we all had intense and inexplicable experiences and were just too afraid to talk about them, instead settling on descriptions of “LegoLand” and other garbage. But then I was also pretty afraid I was crazy.

I actually went through a period of depression after this but eventually overcame it, especially after finding some experience reports of Salvia users who had somewhat similar experiences to mine, including an account of a man who smoked a pure extract of Salvinorin A and claims to have experienced living as a tree for seven years. OK - so at least if I’m crazy I have some company.

So far this is all background information, and I know this is getting lengthy. But here is where this turns from a trip report into a glitch.

Last week I ran into Jerry and his two girls in Target. Prior to this, I had never assumed Jerry really existed. I was quite sure that he was entirely confined to my hallucination. But there he was, precisely as I remembered him, and his little girls looking just the same. They have not even aged.

Now, I never seen Jerry’s face. I never heard his name either. But there were two layers to this experience: I was looking around having a normal day, but I also was just totally another person. I can’t explain exactly how I know what Jerry looks like or what his name is, but I have no doubt in my mind what my name is, and a decent mental image of what I look like, and I was Jerry, and I’m not about to forget those things for either one of us.

So when I seen him in Target looking at cheap cheeses, I had no doubt. It wasn’t some dude who looked like Jerry with his two little blond doppelgangers. There was no fucking way. I just stared at them for a long time, trying to confirm it was them. I followed them around for awhile trying to get a good look at all of their faces. Eventually I got too freaked out and decided to leave. I’m not terribly subtle, and I’m pretty sure they knew I was watching them. I thought about talking to him but I had no idea what to say. Or if I’m crazy.

Credits to: streetsaheadlikeshia

don’t ask for nudes

a/n: i couldn’t help myself when i saw the meme… au btw!

Sakura couldn’t believe what she was reading. It was only two words. Two words that pricked her skin, especially after what had happened yesterday.

send nudes? (6:40 pm)

She had to restrain herself from crushing her own phone into tiny little pieces. She looked down and read it again, willing for an explanation to pop up under it from her own boyfriend. She hoped he was playing around—hoped it was also meant for her. It didn’t even sound like something he would type, or was he just a completely different man with her? She shook her head, determined that the two years with him wasn’t anything less than genuine love. 

Sakura had to type something, otherwise she would have no choice but to show up at his doorstep and punch the living daylights out of him.

excuse me??

are you serious right now, sasuke? (6:51 pm)

Plopping down on the couch, Sakura calmed her heart and told herself that she might be overreacting. Maybe Sasuke was just trying to lighten the mood from their fight yesterday, though he was doing a horrible job at it.

never been more serious ;)

i wanna see those curves, been missing them since tuesday… (6:52 pm)

Her stomach soured. She hadn’t seen him all Tuesday and it was what their fight was about yesterday night. Sakura admitted that him dodging her questions after last night’s dinner wasn’t something to get all pent up about, but she could tell he was lying to her. And he never lied, so why did he?

But here it was. The disgusting reason he couldn’t tell her about.

that’s funny. i don’t remember letting you see them on tuesday? (6:58 pm)

the bath house! we stopped there on our way home from the jewelers. (6:59 pm)

Jewelers? What the hell was Sasuke doing at the jewelers? Was he literally dating someone else? Was it that serious that they stopped by a jewelry store? Oh, kami. Was she the girl he was keeping the side when he got tired of his main one?

Sakura took a deep breath and slapped some sense into herself. No, they were practically together everyday—every waking moment if they could. She refused to believe he would cheat on her. That just wasn’t Sasuke.

So, what exactly was he playing at here?

oh yeah! remind me what you bought at the jewelers again? (7:01 pm)

Sakura curled and uncurled her fingers in suspension, hoping she was asking a plausible question.

tsk tsk. you’re so forgetful. are you that lazy to even remember something from two days ago?

hold on, i need to get a drink first. (7:03 pm)

She sighed in relief, but managed to hold tight for the reply. Just then a couple of knocks came from her apartment door. She held onto her phone and slowly shuffled over, eyes still glued to the screen for any incoming messages.

The series of knocks got louder. “Coming!” she called as another text came.

i’m sending you a picture (7:04 pm)

Sakura reached the door, swung it open, and gasped. “Sasuke?”

Before she could say anything else he stepped forward and wrapped his body around hers. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear.

She melted against him, remembering all the reasons why she loved him and why he loved her. “I’m sorry, too,” she murmured back.

After a couple of more minutes, they finally pulled apart. Sakura’s phone buzzed in her hand. Her eyes lingered on the photo that was sent to her.

“Sasuke, where’s your phone?”

Sasuke sighed and went to the couch. “I forgot it at home today when I left for work. So, if you texted or called, that’s why I haven’t replied.”

“Oh,” was all she could say.

since you’re just lazy and not stupid, i’m assuming you’ve figured out that i’m naruto and not sasuke. sheesh i can never have any fun with you, shikamaru. anyway here’s the engagement ring sasuke bought for sakura-chan! she’s gonna love it! (7:09 pm)

And she absolutely did love it. Sakura made a mental note to tell Naruto to delete the message on Sasuke’s phone later. But first, it was a pretty good time to show some curves.

Catcall

Word Count: 1802

Player: Brady Skjei (New York Rangers)

feat. Jimmy Vesey (New York Rangers)

Warning/s: catcall mention

Originally posted by jasonbenn

“Hey babe.”, you greeted quietly. 

It took you your best not to sound as miserable as you felt. You knew, that if Brady got wind of how shitty you were feeling, he would worry. And a worried Brady was something you didn’t want to be the cause of. You hated it when he worried about you too much.

“Hi. Are you getting ready?”, Brady asked, a big smile on his face.

He had just finished practice. Next on his schedule was your regular lunch date, which he had been looking forward to. Brady noticed the glances and shit eating grins of his teammates, but he had become a master at ignoring them.
It had been a lot worse when you first started dating. 

It was literally chirping everywhere you went. After a couple of months it had died down, but the chirping never really disappeared although you had been dating for some time now.

Kreids winked at Brady as he left the locker room, but Brady just shook his head accompanied a roll of his eyes. 

“Actually I’m calling because of that.”, you carefully started.

“What do you mean? Something wrong?”

"I was just… wondering if we could maybe reschedule lunch together?”, you asked.

Brady didn’t reply for a second, making you wonder if your words had sounded different than you wanted them to be perceived. Maybe it all came out wrong.

“I know you have a hectic schedule and that you’ve been looking forward to this. I’m sorry! Just forget it. I’m just- I had a really shitty day. I don’t want to ruin your day with my bad mood.”, you quickly added.

“No, it’s okay. Want to tell me what happened?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it. Thank’s for understanding, though.”

“Of course.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Relieved, about the fact that you wouldn’t ruin his night. Maybe he could hang out with Ves or something and you could make it up to him somehow?

“Are you okay though? You don’t sound so good.”, Brady wondered.

“What do you mean?”, you lied. Even you could hear that your voice was quiet and heavy. Brady had to notice!

“You sound a little off.”, he explained.

“It’s just- ugh I’m not really feeling well. Bad day, that happens. It’s nothing really.”, you insisted, trying to shrug it off. Maybe if you could convince Brady that it was nothing, you would actually believe it too.

Brady hummed something that sounded like he understood what you meant and wouldn’t pursue the topic further. Secretly though, he was making a mental note to text Ves that he would go to your place instead of home. You heard the frown out of his words, as Brady got in his car and shut the door.

“Thanks for being okay with rescheduling. I’ll call you later?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Love you too.”


“Whoever it is, go away!”, you complained. 

The consistent knocking on your door stopped, but only for a moment. Relief got replaced by frustration. Why couldn’t you just be left alone to mope in your room?

“I said go away.”, you added, slightly annoyed. 

You had expected your roommate to check up on you, but instead, Brady peeked into your room. He scanned over you - or rather your curled up body under your blanket - before he closed the door behind him. Slipping out of his shoes, he settled on the bed in front of you. He rested his head on the same pillow as you, quietly observing you before he started to speak.

“Baby?”, he asked.

“What?”, you growled. 

Brady was always making you feel better. You couldn’t be annoyed with him or mad at him, especially not because he was making his puppy dog eyes at you. He knew damn well that you couldn’t resist those.

“Why are you feeling bad?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”, you muttered, burying your head in the pillow. 

But instead of leaving it alone, Brady wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. He started playing with a streak of your hair, planning how to proceed. He knew you too damn well. Sometime’s he had to force your feelings out of you because you would just bottle them up until they became too much. You just refused to talk about it so you wouldn’t have to deal with them.

“Tell me. It will make you feel better. So talk and afterward we stay in and order pizza.”, he insisted.

“And cuddle?”, you asked hopefully.

Brady raised one of his eyebrows at you, rolling his eyes.

“No, of course not. You have to sit at least a feet away from me.”, he joked sarcastically.

“You’re cute when you try to sound sarcastic.”, you grinned.

“Why thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself. Now stop avoiding the topic and tell me so I can help you feel better. You’re just trying to distract me with compliments.”, he smirked.

“It’s nothing really. I just had a stressful day and then something else happened that made me feel really gross and stupid.”

Brady frowned, pushing the strand of hair behind your ear. Instead, he rested his hand on your waist.

“What stupid thing?”

“Do I have to tell you?”

“Yes, you have to. Because it’s making you feel gross aka it’s a problem.”

A deep sigh escaped your lungs, but you gave in to your boyfriend’s request and thought about where to start.

“I told you about the Rangers guy in one of my classes, right?”

“Yeah, some random guy that always wears Ranger’s merch and talks about hockey non-stop. You mentioned that he’s acting like he knows more about hockey than everyone.”

“Yeah, well. He’s a jerk. He saw me wearing your Rangers sweatshirt a couple of weeks ago and ever since then, he’s always hitting on me. Maybe he thinks we’re soulmates because we’re both Rangers fans or something. He’s literally always waiting in the parking lot after class to get me to talk to him. So today my roommate and I parked somewhere else and he waited in the usual spot. And he just… he catcalled me.”, you pressed out your face a grimace. 

Brady furrowed his brows, but he didn’t say anything.

“I know that for some guys that’s nothing big, but it really fucking is. And I just feel gross because of it. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. So I planned on staying in this blanket the whole day until you showed up.”, you quickly explained.

“No, I get it. It’s totally not fine. I really want to kick his ass right now. Sorry, he did that.”

“You’d win. He’s pathetic.”, you muttered.

Brady smiled at you, but you could see that his brain was working on something.

“I don’t like that look on your face. It looks like you are planning something.”, you smiled.

“Don’t worry. Forget about that asshole. Let’s just cuddle.”

“Not so fast, Skjei. You promised me pizza.”


“Are you ready for Rangers Guy?”, your roommate asked when you left the building. 

You had just finished class and stayed back to hand in a paper, but sure enough, the guy was in his usual spot right next to your car. He was waiting for you, as always. Damn, why couldn’t he just leave you alone? A part of you wished he would just accept the fact you had a boyfriend (like you had told him countless of times). The other part just wanted to smack him in the face for making you feel bad.

“As ready as I can be.”, you muttered.

Your roommate was giving you a grimace, her eyes full of pity. She knew what it felt like to be catcalled and that guy was just flat out annoying to every girl in class.

At least you weren’t alone as you made your way to the parking lot. Rangers Guy had his eyes focused on you, trying not to seem obvious while staring at you. You, on the other hand, were looking around, to your car, your roommate, the ground, everything so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact.

“Hey Y/n.”, another voice called out. 

Your eyes snapped up at the familiar sound. They met the ones of Rangers Guy. But when you allowed them to scan over the parking lot, a grin spread on your face.

He didn’t!

Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Rangers Guy smiling two, only for his smile to fade when you started running and ran right past him.
Brady had a shit eating grin on his face, as he gave you a little wave. He was standing a little behind your car, Ves next to him with an amused look on his face.

“Oh my goodness.”, you grinned, stopping in Brady’s arms that had been eagerly waiting to engulf you in a warm hug. 

He had been waiting for you, and you were very aware that he had been waiting for you in earshot of Rangers Guy.

“Brady! Ves! What are you doing here?”, you asked in surprise. 

You hugged both of them before Brady pulled you into a kiss and wrapped his arms around you. He had his hands placed on your lower back, very close to you butt. 

“What? I can’t pick up my beautiful and super smart girlfriend?”

“We’re here to escort you. We’ve been ordered to lunch and the order included you.”, Ves explained.

“By who?”

“By the Captain. Kaylee and Falan miss you, apparently. So you’re coming with us.”

“Mac ordered you to lunch? What the hell did you guys do?”

“Nothing!”, Brady insisted, causing you to focus your attention back to him. 

He gave you another kiss before he looked over your shoulder, sending Rangers Guy a look that was easily understandable.
Leave her alone.

“Nikky, can you drive my car home?”, you asked your roommate.

“Sure. Have fun with the boys.”, she grinned, catching the keys that you tossed over to her.

“Nice shirt. By the way, what did we say about stealing hoodies?”, Brady commented, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

“That I can take them as often as I want because I look good in them and they are comfy?”, you joked, a little bit of guilt in your voice.

“Okay, Imma let that pass. Now let’s go, I’m hungry and Ves has been whining about food nonstop.”

Icy Traditions.

Shawn Master List found HERE


You’ve never really been one to savour the sights of a hockey game, you always find them to be brutal and threatening. 

Every time Shawn has managed to convince you to go to one of the games’ you sit unobtrusively, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you shudder at the aggression and the thought of fingers slicing against the ice.

You understand there are brutal parts to all sports, there’s going to be broken bones, splattered blood, and chipped teeth no matter what sport you indulge in. But hockey just never sits well with you. 

You stroll hand in hand around the arena, pulling at your sleeves while Shawn continues to express how excited he is to finally be able to attend another one of his sister’s games’. 

He has missed the last few games’ due to having prior business arrangements, but today he is making it up to his sister by sitting front row, also with the two of you wearing her number for support. 

You both take your seats, your eyes scanning the ice rink as it looks flawlessly glazed, emitting a somewhat satisfying and soothing feeling. You shiver slightly, feeling the chill from sitting so close to the rink. 

“Told ya it would be cold.” Shawn drapes his arm over your chair, his fingertips drawing small circles on your arm. “Would you like my jacket?” He graciously offers, but you shake your head, not wanting him to freeze because you thought that your sweater and jacket was more than enough to keep you warm. 

“No, it’s okay.” You fake a smile, leaning into him and kissing his cheek just as the opposite team begin to skate out. 

“I made sure to bring it just for you. Please, use it.” He unravels his jacket from laying across his lap, tenderly draping it over you like a blanket. “Know you’re a bit stubborn sometimes.” He chuckles, poking fun at the fact that you didn’t listen to him when he warned you that sitting closer to the rink is different to sitting towards the back like last time. To your defence, you did not have time to find a jacket that suited your outfit, your black jacket was nowhere to be found, and you did not want Shawn to even be a second late to his sister’s event.

You bury yourself into Shawn’s shoulder, both from being cold and from being extremely nervous and apprehensive as his sister takes to the ice rink. 

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Open Letter to Blizzard

I noticed Lucio doesn’t have a single portugese line? Yeah its kinda weird. I think some americans are forgetting he’s from Brazil, partially because they’re americans and they forget countries even exist sometimes, but partially because, in a lineup where nearly every hero is wearing their country’s flag on their sleeves (sometimes literally- thanks, olympics skins), there’s not a lot of reminders that Lucio is from south america.

I mean sure, there’s his default color scheme, which is literally the Brazilian flag, and sure, there was, the Olympics, which had our favorite ray of sunshine playing some good ol’ fútbol, but that’s about it? I mean the dude has hockey skins. Idk if Brazil is actually crazy about hockey or something, anything can happen, but like.
Most americans associate hockey with CANADA.

Combine this with Lucio not having much of a Sotaque Brasileiro*, and now we’ve got fanfic authors giving him full AAVE, like WTF?

*(this joke worked better when I thought the word “accent” in portugese would sound more like the spanish “acento,” but it doesn’t, so u probably didnt even realize what I was saying there until just now. Sorry.)

Now I have no problem with AAVE. I think its important to represent nonstandard english dialects as normal and valuable in their own ways, especially when it’s done respectfully and knowledgeably, by authors who understand the dialect,
But also when its not being put in the mouth of a dude who ain’t fuckin american. Because that? That’s a problem. That’s some “black ppl are all the same” bs and its gonna lead to some problems, so we’ve got a bit of an imperative here to maybe make some effort asserting the nationality of Lucío Correia Dos Santos. So let’s do some brainstorming, eh? Here lemme start this off by getting the most obvious solution out of the way:

Blizzard, its almost easter, and you know what comes before Easter? Carnival, THE MOST RIDICULOUSLY EXTRAVAGANT CELEBRATION IN ALL OF BRAZIL. MUSIC. DANCING. HUGE LIGHTS. TOO MANY BEADS. SKIMPY SKINTIGHT OUTFITS. IF I DON’T SEE A BRAND NEW CARNIVAL SKIN WITH FAMED BRAZILIAN DJ LUCÍO DRESSED UP IN THE SPARKLIEST SHIT IMAGINABLE, IM SUING.

ALSO, GIVE HIM A FUCKING LINE IN PORTUGESE. ANYTHING. FIND A BRAZILIAN PERSON, LOOK UP SOME FOLK SAYING. LET LUCIO SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF HIS PEOPLE, YOU COWARDS.

Music Series: Perfect by Selena Gomez

Selena Gomez is another singer that, although I like songs I’ve heard of hers, I don’t know her music very well. I tend to listen to more male singers, groups, and bands than I do female for some reason, unless I find a female singer I just adore, i.e., Adele, Norah Jones, frickin’ Beyonce…

After reading the lyrics, I felt like it was kind of a perverted way for the singer to look at the situation. I mean, what the hell? The boy cheated on you, girl! And you’re wishing you were more like her because you think then he would want only you? You want to know how she touches your man so you can do it the same way? Dear God, what’s happening with women these days….

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When their S/O calls to tell them something important and drops their phone

Thank you for your request, my dear!  It’s been a while since the last time I heard from you!  I always enjoy getting requests from you, so don’t be shy!

Originally posted by daddyhyun-u

Shownu:

Leader-man is a pretty calm person by nature.  Very easy going, very gentle.  However, if you call him out of the blue one day while he’s at work and tell him you have something important you want to discuss with him…and then the line goes dead, this guy is going to be both confused and concerned.  I don’t see him jumping to any conclusions one way or the other, at least not right away, but I feel like the longer it takes for you to get to another phone and/or come see him, his concern will grow and fester until he can’t sit still anymore and just seeks you out himself.  When he finally finds you at home fussing over a new phone, Hyunwoo is going to put two and two together.  “Ah, that’s why the line went dead.  Babe, please just call next time.  I was worried.”

Originally posted by hawkeyx

Wonho:
Okay, this poor honey bun is going to freak out.  F R E A K! O U T!  Hoseok will have been practicing in the studio when his phone goes off.  He’ll be all excited because you’re calling and the second he picks up you can expect a cheery greeting that tells you just how much he adores you.  Of course, the second he hears the hitch in your voice, he’s going to temper back and softly ask if you’re okay.  The dreaded words ‘I need to talk to you about something’ would make his heart plummet, but he’d swallow his emotions and say okay.  If the line suddenly went dead, he’d be in a panic.  Lots of ‘hello?’s and ‘Jagi!’s.  Honestly he’s going to think the worst.  His brain is going to turn into a raging tornado that flits between ‘omg she’s breaking up with me’ and ‘omg she’s hurt, something terrible has happened to her’.  It is going to take the whole of Monsta X to keep him from breaking down and dashing out the door in a blind flurry just to find you.  Even if they reassure him you would never break up with especially since there is no reason to, he would still center himself around the fact that you could be hurt.  Not until you show up at the studio, broken phone in hand, will he calm down.  Those arms of his are going to wrap around you so tightly and he’s going to crush you to his body.  His heart will finally be at ease when you tell him you’re definitely not going to break up with him, but that you got let go from work.  “Aw, sweetheart.  I’m so sorry.  Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.  Just promise me you’ll never scare me like that again.  I had no idea what to think!”

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Okay people explain a lot of Greek myths on this site to make a bit more sense by giving some context for the original version or the society they were told in. So the stories don’t sound so out of nowhere in some details. What I want to know is: when Rhea gave a rock in swaddling clothes to Cronus instead of a baby, and he ate it anyway and was like, ok, baby eaten, done now, how did a rock pass as a baby? Like, there are key differences between rocks and babies and… I know he was swallowing them whole because eventually he barfs them up whole and then they overthrow him, just like what happens with all teenagers and their dads.

But still, there’s a difference between a rock and a baby, several differences, and I feel like maybe an animal in swaddling clothes would have done the whole moves/makes noise stuff he expected from babies, or even a doll stuffed with sand would have been more convincing than a rock, and both those options sound more “Greek myth-ish” than “dress up a rock like a petrified Cabbage Patch Kid.” So is there some sort of symbolism to it being a rock? Was “rock” something different in an earlier version? If the Titans were pre-Olympian religious figures in a previously existing Titan worship religion is the story just weird because it’s a patched-in story for how one pantheon rose over the other? Is this some sort of really funny Greek wordplay joke about rocks that was lost in translation? Or was Cronus just… not good at… knowing the difference between a rock and a baby?

So um. I really appreciated your support and it motivated me to write this…apologies in advance for it sucking as this is my first time doing this
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It was late at night when Chuck heard something. The writer groaned, wrapping his bedsheets tightly around himself. It was probably nothing, if he had to guess. Just the wind or the pipes.

Reassuring himself with this, he closed his eyes.

But then he heard it again.

Chuck sat up slowly. He listened intently. It sounded almost like…crying.

Now this wasn’t common in the household. Sure the young archangels would whine when they wanted something and Raphael sometimes cried, but he was barely a toddler so that was to be expected. But this sounded like genuine tears.

Worst case scenarios suddenly flooded the man’s mind. Did Michael get hurt? Had something happened to Raphael and Gadreel was bringing him? What about Lucifer? Panicking, Chuck jumped out of bed, grabbing his robe, and hurried to Michael and Lucifer’s room. The crying wasn’t loud enough to trace, checking on them seemed to be the logical thing to do.

Opening the door slowly he peeked into the room. Glancing to Michael’s side, neatly organized with books and an assortment of lego kits. The young archangel loved to build whatever he wanted, despite what the instructions said.

Chuck let out a sigh of relief, seeing the black haired archangel was still in bed, breathing deeply underneath the blue plaid covers.

The writer felt considerably calmed. If Michael was still asleep it was probably nothing too bad. He looked at Lucifer’s side of the room, expecting the other to be asleep as well.

Chuck’s fingers tightened on the doorframe.

The bed was empty. The only trace of the child being there was the rumpled green sheets.

Chuck inhaled deeply. He slowly shut the door, not wanting to disrupt Michael and cause even more problems.

The writer carefully listened. The crying seemed louder down the hall. Chuck walked silently into the living room. He felt the plush carpet under his feet in the darkness. Fumbling for the light switch, he squinted in the darkness, trying to make out where the noise was.

A small figure was hunched over the side of the couch. His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs.

Chuck flicked the switch.

“Lucifer?”

The archangel’s head shot up at the sudden brightness and sound of Chuck’s voice. Flaring his six wings defensively he pressed further into the cushions.

“What are you doing here?,” Chuck asked gently. Lucifer’s face was streaked with tears and his blue eyes were sad, an expression the man had never seen on him before.

Lucifer turned his head away from Chuck’s gaze. “Nothing,” he mumbled. Wings gently settled around him again as he shifted to stare at the arm of the sofa.

Chuck knew he was lying. Lucifer never cried, clearly something was wrong.

“You’re clearly not doing nothing,” he attempted to step closer to the child.

Lucifer looked at him solemnly. “Go away,” he said. It wasn’t demanding. It was more of a plead. “I,” his fingers reached up to touch the red tag on the godforsaken collar around his neck. “I’m dangerous. You-you shouldn’t be near me” Another tear rolled down his scarred face. The young angel rubbed his arm, as if trying to steady himself.

Chuck was taken aback immensely by this. Lucifer hardly ever left his side, and he’d never talked about his collar before. The permanent collar that marked him as vicious and hazardous, to approach with caution.

“What?” Chuck kneeled in front of him. “Why on Earth would you say that? You’ve never hurt me before, or anyone since I’ve known you. You-”


Lucifer snapped his head towards him. “I’m a menace. I attacked someone! I have this collar for a reason!” He stood up in front of Chuck. Wings flaring with anger.

“Lucifer just-,” the writer attempted to say.

“I shouldn’t be in your care. I don’t deserve you!,” he shouted. “You’re too good for me! You’re kind and patient and accepting and…and,” all the energy left him. His eyes shined with tears.

“You’re going to leave me eventually,” he whispered. “You’re going to realize I’m no good. That I’m a mistake. I…” Lucifer’s fists clenched as more tears fell. “I deserve these scars. And this tag. I deserve all-all of it.” He choked on the last words. His voice stilled, staring at the ground, as his wings fell beside him, drooping with his sadness.

Chuck felt his heart break. It killed him to see the boy like this.

Lucifer has always been confident, never once wavering from his persona, sometimes even reaching arrogant. The writer never once thought he would think that the man would leave him.

“Chuck I-”

Chuck shushed the distraught angel. He rested his hand on his cheek softly. Lucifer leaned into his touch as the man placed his other hand on his shoulder.

“Listen to me,” Chuck breathed quietly. “I will never leave you.”

Lucifer clenched his eyes shut, “But what if I-”

“No,” he said firmly. “Never”

Chuck lifted the angel’s face to look at him. “That collar means nothing to me,” he stated. “We will get it removed one day.”

He wasn’t sure if this was true. But goddamn he wanted that thing gone. Lucifer only jumped his old owner because of how he was treated. Chuck knew that if he was burned and treated like the angel he’d be pretty pissed too.

Lucifer let out a sob.

“Shh,” Chuck gently stroked his hair. “I promise I will never hurt or leave you. You-”

He was cut off suddenly by Lucifer throwing himself into Chuck’s body.

“I-I love you Dad,” he cried. The boy buried his face into the man’s shoulder. He sobbed into the material of the robe.

Chuck didn’t move for a moment. Recovering, he wrapped his arms around Lucifer’s small body.

“I love you too son,” he whispered.

Chuck felt tears run down his face.

But in that moment, holding the archangel close to him as he felt the boy’s wings wrap around the two of them…

He didn’t give a damn.


Aaah thank you so much ♥♥ I’m so glad you decided to share, you write really well!! Damn right Chuck’s a good papa ♥