it was hard this is what i ended up w

Each and everyone of us, we used to have that somebody in our lives. That somebody who used to be the world we lived in. That somebody who used to be everything we could ever see. That somebody who used to be the most important thing in our lives, that we thought we could not go on without. That only somebody we thought we would not lose but ended up slipping through our fingers like grains of sand. But cheers to all of us, because we made it this far despite not having them in our lives anymore. Cheers to us, for pulling through the pain and shit, for standing back up no matter how hard it was. Cheers to each and everyone of us. Remember this; you are not what you lose. You are how you deal with the loss. And I am absolutely proud of how far we got, of us.
—  Lukas W. // That somebody
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Imagine: Dirty talk with Sam.

Sam x Reader

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Dirty Talk

Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.

That’s where the real fun started.

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anonymous asked:

Mccree, Hanzo, Junkrat, and Soldier 76 reacting to s/o who had an abusive past relationship and gets really frightened in loud arguments (the boys know of this btw). They end up arguing and they lift their hands while arguing and s/o covers their head in fear of being hit. What do they do in response. Sorry if this is hard to understand!

I was actually having a conversation about this w/ a friend the other day. Hope you don’t mind HCs!


McCree

  • The moment he lifted his hands, he knew he’d messed up.
  • Watching you cower in fear in front of him hurt his heart.
  • All he wanted to do now was hug you.
  • “I’m so sorry, sweetpea.”
  • His hands were at his sides now, and he’d approach you slowly.
  • “Please forgive me?”
  • The moment you gave him an indication that he could hug you, he would.
  • The hug would be gentle, yet reassuring. His hands would be on the small of your back, and his face would be buried in your neck.
  • He’d offer to make it up to you by taking you out for dinner.
  • Doesn’t even remember why you two were arguing.

Hanzo

  • He was puzzled as to why you’d suddenly backed away from him.
  • He’d look over and notice that his hands were in the air, and it was then he realized how threatening he looked.
  • He would slowly reach his hands over towards yours, grabbing them gingerly
  • “Please do not cower from me, I would never hurt you.”
  • His voice would be low as he spoke to you, trying to get you to look at him.
  • He would feel bad for raising his voice and his hands, which he would reflect in his face.
  • As you loosened up, he’d slide his fingers in between yours, bringing your hand up to his lips
  • He’d kiss each finger individually, whispering affectionate words into your fingers in Japanese.

Soldier: 76

  • Even though he knows you don’t like it, it’s hard for him to not do it whenever he gets angry.
  • He’s still used to dealing with subordinates, and anytime he caught himself doing it to you, he’d scold himself.
  • He’d lower his hands and his voice quickly, his baby blue eyes would be look very apologetic.
  • “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He’d reassure you that he would never lay a hand on you.
  • Would ask you if you’d like him to leave
  • You, of course, would refuse.
  • It takes him a minute before he gets the idea to embrace you.
  • When he does, he’ll thread his fingers through your hair, patting the back of your head tenderly.
  • “Forgive this old dog for being stuck in his ways.”

Junkrat

  • Like Jack, he’s a very big offender of throwing his hands up when he’s mad.
  • He tries his best to control himself when he’s angry, but it usually happens anyway.
  • Every time he sees you flinch, he gets angry at himself.
  • The last thing he wants to see if you scared of him; he didn’t want to scare away the only person who cared about him so much.
  • He’d start apologizing profusely.
  • “I’m so sorry, darl’. Please don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to do that.”
  • He would look like he’s on the verge of tears until you uncurled yourself from your defensive position.
  • Every time, without warning, he’d scoop you up into a loving embrace.
  • Always scared that you’ll end up hating him for his short temper.

anonymous asked:

I’m not sure if you’re someone who gives writing tips, if not that’s okay. I get it. But I was curious. If you’re having a dialogue where the character is ranting, the words are kinda just flying out of their mouths and it’s a lot of words, how would you format that? Like, would you put it all in one paragraph, do you interrupt it with an action (s/he said, waving wildly) or would it just be dialogue?

I do as often as I can! I get a lot of asks, so I apologize to those whose questions I don’t get to :( But I enjoy talking about how I do things/what I’ve learned! Just keep in mind that writing is an art and, like all art, there’s no one true way to do something. So everything I suggest is just that– a suggestion!

Lots of Words Rants!

So you have a character who’s saying a lot of words in a big rant! 

1. Static unbroken rant. The benefit here is that the reader, generally, naturally reads this very quickly! It’s probably what you’re looking for when you say “a lot of words” and it definitely stuns both the reader and the other characters! For example:

“You want to know what I think,” she says, mouth a thin line. “Right. Okay. Well I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something. I think it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something, something like basic human rights, before crowd sourcing validation and then you think that it means shit when they don’t speak against you. I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on. So if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

The silence is deafening as she takes another sip of her coffee, Damien’s mouth opening and closing as he tries to come up with a response. He looks around the table, hoping to see similar shock, and receives another unpleasant surprise when no one will meet his eyes.

There are two problems that I’ve had with the Big Wall of Text. One, it can lose the reader! Despite emotion or content, it’s easy to skip from the first sentence or two to the last line or two. Some readers will read it quickly, but others might skip it entirely.

Second, with no physical movements, it can be hard to get back into the scene, especially since unbroken rants w/o movement generally end in silence.

2. Active Unbroken Rant. Breaking up a rant with action keeps the reader’s attention and makes them read a little closer. It also has the benefit of giving the rant some texture by escalating or deescalating the emotion in each part or by providing emphasis.

“You want to know what I think.” She shakes her head. “Right. Okay. Well, I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something. “

Damien’s jaw tenses and she can tell that he wants to lean away from her as she stands, looming over the table, coffee forgotten. All around them, the other rebels are staring at her wide-eyed.

“I think,” she continues, biting off the ends of her words, “that it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something, something like basic human rights, before crowd sourcing validation and then–” she bares her teeth “– you think that it means shit  when they don’t speak against you.” 

He doesn’t look away from her, not to the left or right where his devoted followers are, as usual, sitting uselessly. She can barely stand it.

Her words come faster now, like a flood after the damn has been broken. “I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on. So if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

So with breaks for action/reaction, you get a scene that’s a little more urgent than the one without action. Action helps the emotion build in the rant whereas the static rant feels more like a slap in the face.

The downside here is that you have to build the tension and keep everyone’s  body language appropriate to the scene.

3. Broken Rant (active or static). So it’s a rant and you want the fast-talking character to be the star of the scene. Seems counter-intuitive to have another character talk, but it can actually help speed up the reading of the scene while also showing that this rant is dominating it. For example:

“You want to know what I think,” she says. She shakes her head. “Right. Okay. Well, I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something.”

Damien jerks like he’s been slapped. “What is that–”

“I think,” she continues, giving no indication of hearing him, “ that it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something–”

“Hey–”

“–something like basic human rights,  before crowd sourcing validation and then you think that it means shit when they don’t speak against you. I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on.”

The silence rings around the table, the tension so think between her and the other rebel that no one dare move.

Eliza leans forward and picks up her coffee. “So,” she says, still staring him down, “if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

The little interjections from Damien, and the way I’ve broken them off, shows that things are happening very quickly. It’s a broken back and forth that both ups the tension and the speed!


Hope this helps! If you have any more questions feel free to drop by, I’ll try and get to them asap :)

there was a point last year when i drew a lot of buckys w/ ponytails but i don’t think any of them ended up on my blog?? what a shame

mostly an excuse to practice trad inking, which i’m still new to. also has some photoshop thrown in b/c inking is hard ):

To Own A Hybrid P.4

Pairing: Jungkoook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU

Summary: The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid. 

Word count: 3.5K + 

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution 

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5

The warmth surrounding your body was a mixture of suffocating and relaxing.

The room was still dark but you could tell by the chirping of birds and the slight blue glow entering through your curtains that the sun was coming up.

A groan of morning blues made its way through your body before you tried to remove yourself from Jungkook’s death grip.

“Jungkook” you whined as you shoved him lightly stirring him awake.

As Jungkook adjusted to his sudden surroundings he matched your whine before rolling over to the other side of the bed.

thankful for your sudden ability to move you quickly jumped out of bed and stretched your limbs getting ready to start the day.

“wait!” Jungkook yelled as you started to move away from the bed. You turned to him shocked at his sudden outburst. He had sat up to face you, his hand reaching out in a stop motion as his eyes were trained to your figure as if you would disappear if he looked away.

“where are you going? Are you leaving?” he asked calmly but you could see the slight panic in his eyes.

“to the toilet… you can stand at the door if that makes you feel more comfortable” you joked as you sat back on the bed scooting closer to a previously shaken Jungkook.

He rolled his eyes before staring down at his hands.

“Jungkook what happened last night? Who are you afraid of?” you asked softly as he bit his lip nervously.

“its fine, I’m just not used to not having to worry or be on guard” he argued as his eyes travelled back up to yours.

“well…if you need any help getting used to it, I’m here! I can’t do much but…if there’s anything you want or want me to do, just ask, okay?” you stated shooting him a wide smile.

Jungkook was speechless as he stared at you with emotionless eyes.

“don’t you have to pee”

“oh, right!”

—-

While you waited for Jungkook at the table your stomach decided it couldn’t hold back its lust for the waffles that sat in front of you.

“you really couldn’t wait?” Jungkook asked as he walked towards, disappoint painted over his features.

You merely shrugged as your attention couldn’t be torn from your one and only.

“what are we doing today?” he asked as your phone repeatedly lit up.

Both of you stared at your phone in annoyance as the light bleeped up and down. You groaned before replacing the fork in your hand with the hard piece of metal.

“who is it?” Jungkook asked before downing his glass of cold water to wash down his waffles.

You furrowed your brows at the frantic texts you had just received from Namjoon.

‘y/n can you please call me when you get this’

‘it’s urgent’

‘it’s about the route you created for Mr. So please call me’

You quickly fumbled with your phone trying call Namjoon in a hurry. As your phone began ringing you pressed it to your ear, balancing it between your shoulder as you continued eating.

“Y/n! thank god you answered!” Namjoon rushed as you heard him try to compose his breathing.

“are you okay? What’s wrong?” you asked quickly, confused as to why he was so panicked so early in the morning “you said something was wrong with my route?”.

“can you come over? Feel free to bring Jungkook! You. You just need to see this for yourself to believe me” he said in a low voice. You could literally hear the sweat dripping from his forehead as you left the phone silent.

“okay sure…just send me your address” you confirmed before hanging up. After a moment of staring at your phone in confusion your eyes slowly connected with Jungkook’s’.

“all you had to do was create a route, right? What could go wrong with that?” Jungkook asked before grabbing your plate and his and taking them to the dishwasher.

You furrowed your brow before your phone lit up indicating that Namjoon had sent you his address.

As you pulled up to Namjoons driveway you almost gasped at how beautiful his house was.

From looking at Namjoon you would guess that he was a wealthy man, but not this fucking wealthy.

“don’t you work the same job?” Jungkook asked in almost a whisper as he admired the three-story house.

“kinda, Namjoon is basically my superior. I never knew how superior though” you replied as the two of you walked towards his front door.

The wooden block in front of you didn’t hold a doorknob, nor a door bell. It was just a large plank of wood.

“what the fuck” you stated as you looked around it to see if there was a hidden button or something.

‘are your y/n y/l/n’

You let out a shriek of surprise before staring at the door in complete shock. His door fucking talks?!

“did it just talk?” Jungkook asked in disbelief as he got himself ready to bolt back to the car. You looked at Jungkook before clearing your throat and turning back to the door.

“er, yes?” you spoke uncertain.

The door didn’t reply instead it opened widely, letting you and Jungkook marvel at the all-white decorated inside, a complete contrast to the dark brown outside.

All you could do was walk with your mouth hung open as the two of you entered the gates of heaven.

“you’re here! Great! Jungkook please make yourself feel comfortable, Taehyung and Yoongi will show you around! y/n, just this way” he stumbled as he grasped your arm in his hand and pulled you in the direction he had just come from.

Even though Jungkook had been instructed to a certain direction you could hear the hesitation and anger the further you were pulled away from him.

“Namjoon, what’s all this about? What’s wrong with my route?” you asked as he shut his computer room. As he fumbled with a small panel near the door, you took the time to look around the darkened room.

This is probably his porn room…

The multiple desktops staring at you was kind of overwhelming, but not as overwhelming at the live streaming anti- hybrid protest playing on the main monitor.

Your eyes narrowed as you stalked closer to it, trying to pay attention to what they were saying.

“Groups of Hybrid haters from all around the nation gather here today as various hybrids are being shipped for the pristine hybrid contest. The angered locals are all fighting for one thing. The decrease of hybrids” the news lady reported as numerous citizens thrust their signs in the air and strained their throats as they shot rude comments towards anything with ears.

“what does this have to do with my route?” you spoke softly as you watched the news report with sadness.

With a sigh Namjoon shut the monitor off before sitting down next to you.

“Namjoon, what’s going on?” you asked in utter confusion.

“I know you literally just got into the whole hybrid world and this is confusing but I need your help. Once every year, hybrid owners from all around the world come here to participate in the world-famous hybrid contest. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a leader of a hybrid protection group, basically we just make sure everything goes down smoothly, and even though I hate the idea of using hybrids as show animals a lot of people try to hurt them so it’s best to have everyone on guard. Lately our spies and intel have been informing us that an Anti-hybrid group known as S.T.M is going to try and kidnap the contestants, these people are known to sell hybrids, torture them…kill them. we can’t let this happen- “he explained.

“yes- and that’s terrible, don’t get me wrong…but how do I come into this?” you asked nervously.

“we recently just got a copy of the blueprints their going to use for sneaking the hybrids away without being caught.” He stated as he clicked away on his computer.

You voiced your shock when you laid your eyes on the route you had slaved so hard over. Trying to find the perfect nooks and cranes of the town, finding places that were discrete and narrow…

Your eyes were glued to the work that you had produced, completely confused at how they ended up in the hands of the enemy.

“w-w-what…no way…there’s…it was for Mr. So” you stuttered as a small tear fell from your eyes. You had been used. Not only used but used for such a disgusting and morally incorrect cause.

“we…we think Mr. So is the leader of S.T.M…and we think some people that work in our office are part of it too” he spoke softly, clearly seeing you were having trouble taking in all this information.

“you…y-you don’t think I’m part of this right?” you asked worriedly getting ready to defend yourself.

“no! of course not! Oh god y/n that’s not what I intended!” he exclaimed as his hand rose to grasp yours comfortingly.

“you took in a sassy hybrid” he said with a smile “of course I didn’t think it was you”.

You took a deep breath before staring back at Namjoon.

“who do you think it is?” you asked with a low voice, still refusing to believe the fact that someone you know would help in ridding the world of hybrids.

“I really don’t know y/n…all I know is we have to stop it. Now I need you to think. I know your far from slack and you never cut corners but…there has to be something you missed…some way we can both provide evidence to lock Mr. So up just in case we can’t stop this from happening” Namjoon pleaded.

“I-I don’t know…” you said as your eyes glazed over the prints. You were extremely tired and constantly thinking about Jungkook, there must be a flaw somewhere…

“y/n…Right there!” Namjoon pointed out excitedly

Your eyes widened as you saw the intersection between the main street and the back alley, right where they would be crossing a small door guarded by an even small camera stood, ready to film it all.

Your sudden excitement was demolished when you realised something.

“that was too easy…no…we need a backup, they had to of seen that” you said shaking your head, going straight back into searching mode.

“what night is this taking place?” you asked as your eyes magnetised towards watch tower building. One that stood taller than all buildings in the city.

“the 23rd…why?” he asked before pulling up yet another language.

“isn’t that when the mayor is supposed to be Leaving town?” you asked curiously as a plan started to form.

With a quick nod from Namjoon. A smile made its way onto your face.

“you won’t need evidence, you can just catch them in the act” you said quickly before writing a few numbers down.

“Kasey from floor 2 told me that instead of flying him from the watch tower per usual, they’re driving him to the airport and transporting him by plane, she had the honour of designs roadworks. She’s the only one who will know the blocked roads. I’m betting one of them will be the intersection between here…and here” you said pointing towards the blue prints.

“cutting them off at the fish porting sight…of course! They wouldn’t fly the hybrids out. They’d ship them. the doc would be quiet and everyone would be to focused on the welcoming of hybrid watchers to notice!” Namjoon said excitedly.

“you can trust Kasey, she owns a hybrid and never leaves her house, only to hand in her work” you smiled as you passed him the slip of paper.

As Namjoon carefully slipped it in his desk you bit your lip anxiously.

“this is quite dangerous huh?” you asked quietly as you observed Namjoons’ behaviour.

For as long as you’ve known him, Namjoon has always been a brave soul. Rushing into action. Leading those who need to be lead… anything you needed he’d help with.

“just a little…yer” he smiled softly as you played with your hands “don’t worry! I’m careful!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his supposed to be comforting statement. The boy was anything but careful. If anything, doom and destruction seemed to follow him everywhere.

“I…just feel like I should be doing more, but…I’m not sure how I would help” you admitted guiltily.

“hey, don’t feel guilty…you were literally thrown into this world. You’re doing well, don’t sweat it for now” he said soothingly, his classic dimples presenting themselves for you to swoon over.

“okay…hey, what does S.T.M stand for?” you asked curiously.

“Superiority Too Mankind”

—–

“were never coming back here again!” Jungkook hissed as he slammed the car door shut angrily.

You laughed before reversing the car, getting ready to head home.

“what happened? Too much joy and happiness for this little kitty?” you teased in a baby voice, knowing he’d hate every second of it.

“Jungkook do’ya wanna see my collection of Star Wars figures?! Do’ya play! Do’ya wanna this, do’ya wanna that!” he imitated mockingly.

He groaned before slapping his palm to his face.

“and don’t even get me started about that other fucking pompous filthy dog” he said seething before letting out a huff of disbelief. All you could do was laugh, you would certainly be seen Namjoon again which meant somewhere along the line, Jungkook and his ‘new friends’ would meet as well.

“So, what’s the big deal? Why was he so nervous about your route?” he asked curiously as he turned to you.

Keeping your eyes on the road you contemplated telling him or not. Even though this was the beginning of your new relationship you didn’t want him to feel like he couldn’t trust you with his thoughts, feelings or past.

If you kept this from him now, who knows what he’d keep from you in the future. It wasn’t a good foot start on. But then there was the whole ‘hybrid thing’. Would he get upset? is that Namjoon kept it between just the two of you?

“do you really wanna know?” you asked cautiously causing Jungkook to raise an eyebrow and heighten his curiosity.

He nodded quickly before perking his ears up.

“okay but you can’t tell anyone” you stated knowing full well that he has no one to tell, which is kind of sad…oh shit.

“okay, well…That route that I created turns out to be for not just one of my company’s biggest CEOs but for the leader of S.T.M only just the biggest anti- hybrid groups out there” you sighed in disappointment.

Jungkook stared at you in shock as you sent him a nod of confirmation.

“what’s he gonna do about it?” Jungkook asked, with a tinge of…something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“well, Namjoon is the leader of a protection group; they stop stuff like this all the time” you assured confidently to which you were responded with a scoff.

“please…rescue missions never work out. In the end, the hybrids always end up burnt” he said, venom dripping from his lips.

You sat in shock at Jungkook’s comment as if he had experienced it himself. You wanted to ask but didn’t want to push any boundaries.

“I think he’ll do it” you shrugged before silence fell over the car.

“Hey girl!”

Fuck.

Krystal.

You had momentarily forgotten the promise you had made to her.

Shooting Jungkook an apologetic look before reading yourself for an unwanted hug.

“are you ready for our movie marathon!!” she screeched excitedly, blocking your pathway too your door.

Your eyes trailed over to BamBam’s who looked like he wanted to end his life.

“didn’t I say…Thursday?” you said suddenly questioning everything. She nodded excitedly as you checked your phone….it was Tuesday…Tuesday morning.

“I just couldn’t wait!” she said before grabbing your keys and unlocking your apartment. As she skipped inside you, Jungkook and BamBam exchanged looks before groaning in defeat.

It’s going to be a long day.

Jungkook was three seconds away from screaming as Krystal, for the twentieth time in two hours tried to touch his ears.

“Krystal! Maybe we should switch places” you said as you stood up from your spot next to BamBam. Krystal pouted before nodding her head and starting to move.

“noooo, please y/n, don’t leave me!” BamBam pleaded quietly. You sent him a sinister smile before going over to join an angered Jungkook.

“how much longer?” Jungkook asked as he shifted in his spot.

“a long time” you sighed as you sunk into the couch, trying to focus on the movie and not Krystal’s constant blabbering.

“hey, question” Jungkook said as he leant closer to you.

You hummed in acknowledgement, signally him to continue.

“are…you and Namjoon a thing?” he asked.

“what? No, of course not” you said shaking your head. Namjoon was a friend and a work college, nothing else.

“it’s just…in the mall when we first met the hybrids from hell, he said ‘you’re y/n?’ that means Namjoons been talking about you. He always calls you for help, like does he not know anyone better?” Jungkook argued curiously.

“maybe Yoongi heard of me because I was the one Namjoon called for that whole robot disaster. I could hear other people when we spoke. And excuse you, I’m more than capable of helping! And maybe he just trusts me?” you argued back.

Jungkook shrugged before stretching out his limbs.

“to be honest…I’m not sure if I hate this more than being over there” he admitted causing you to laugh as he stared at the still rambaling Krystal.

You grabbed one of the couches cushions before putting it on your lap.

“here” you said before shoving his head down to lie down “it’ll go much faster if you sleep” you whispered before turning up the T.V in hopes of drowning out her voice.

Jungkook mumbled a couple of things that weren’t audible before shuffling his head around and repositioning his body.

—-

Seeing that Jungkook had fallen asleep, Krystal and BamBam left.

You didn’t want to wake the sleeping kitten so you just continued with your marathon before eventually getting uncomfortable in the position you had successfully remained in for 5 hours.

Before a sigh of boredom could escape your lips Jungkook’s body shot up. His eyes were dazed and confused but his breath was shaky and frantic.

“whoa! Hey there!” you exclaimed in shock as your hands hovered around the alarmed boy.

“y/n?” he asked unsurely as he calmed down.

“yer, hey, I’m here” you confirmed as he moved his body back to the sitting position he was in before. He took a deep breath before resting his head against the back of the couch.

“are you ever going to get a peacefully sleep?” you asked as you watched him carefully.

He sighed in uncertainty before lifting his head and meeting his hard eyes with your concerned ones.

“I was told once…ya’know by a friend that…that if I talk about my problems and fears, that they’ll go away…is that true?” he asked softly as he searched your eyes for the answer.

“I-I-I wouldn’t say go away…but they become easier to manage; and instead of them controlling you, you control them” you answered as his eyes trailed to his hands.

“it’s a lot…and…I don’t want to talk about all of it…I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. But if I do talk about it…will you listen?” he asked as his ears flopped down, his eyebrows furrowed as his hands slightly shook.

“of course, I’ll listen” you replied instantly.

His eyes connected with yours once more as the setting sun shone through the windows. The silence was comforting and warm as Jungkook’s walls began to chip away.

“then I think I’m ready to talk about it”

I usually post on fridays but this ones late! Hope you enjoyed it xx - Awkward Nugget

Say No To This (M) – Best Friend!Hoseok

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Summary: It’s been a while since you and Hoseok have spent time with each other, but he hasn’t forgotten how hard it is to say no to you.

Warning: Smut, oh my lord is there smut

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: So I’ve had Say No to This from Hamilton stuck in my head for the past week and it somehow inspired BFF!Hobi sex.

Sequel: Ambiguous (M)

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au where :re!touka saves human kuronek from the binge eater —

not for any particular sentimental reason — just — just because the place that rize chose to land that final blow, the park where she took that first bite, that place was way too close to :re territory. it wouldn’t do to have humans smeared on the side of the cafe. and anyway, he’s a regular. they have to keep some of them around.

rize’s mouth, spread just a moment prior in an indulgent grin, turns harshly downward. her eyes flash with a fury that makes touka’s single kagune flare a little brighter.

but then rize licks her lips, and combs her hair behind her ear. she takes out her glasses and adjusts them.

“fine,” she says, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief. “he’s more trouble than he’s worth. but consider my debt paid.”

this is what it comes down to, then — those weeks of rize’s blind, writhing, desperate hunger. all that trouble, exchanged for a guy who presently is thrashing and in too much agony and horror to coordinate his limbs well enough to even crawl away from touka when she steps toward him.

“please don’t eat me,” he sobs, and touka sighs.

“calm down. get up.”

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i recently realized that it doesn’t matter how long you’ve known someone. sometimes the people that you thought might never leave you, end up leaving you. and it can leave you feeling confused, hurt, angry, bitter, and maybe even resentful. but you can’t let that stop you from making connections with other people and opening yourself up to others. sometimes, even though it can be hard, you have to stop focusing on the past and what could’ve been. sometimes, you have to focus on the present and future; what is, and what could be.   

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A lil halloween poth comic ;w; my art tride w/ @angexci hon actuallyyy

honestly I rly want to make it a lil more special but i ended up ‘hated’ what came up ;–; so i decided to make a lil comic out of it.. and well… HOPE U LIKE IT ;;W;;

10 Things I Hate About You(Pt. 3)

Summary: You try to move on but Jimin won’t stop going through your head.

Pairings: Park Jimin/ Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.2k

A/N: This one jumps around a lot with the different characters just a heads up…and this is very love story cliche lol

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Masterlist

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anonymous asked:

RFA+v+saeran having to take care of a usually calm, shy s/o who caught the cold and is behaving really childish, like wanting to be treated like a baby (can you also make that she has hard time swallowing tablets so she chews it instead) thank you !

Zen

  • SOUP
  • BUY THE GIRL SOUP
  • KISS HER, HOLD HER, GIVE HER SOUP
  • High key thinks it’s super cute when she acts like a baby.
  • He hates seeing her so miserable, but he almost looks forward to when she gets sick so that he can baby her.


Yoosung

  • She cries when he goes to the store to get her some chewy/ liquid medicine.
  • It was the first time she’d gotten sick since they moved in together, how the hell was he supposed to know to be prepared with this shit????
  • She refused to be left alone, so she went with him. He pushed her around in a shopping kart as they stocked up on meds and sick food.
  • He’s a baby?? How the hell is he supposed to take care of another person???????
  • It all makes sense to him eventually.


Jaehee

  • She was going to baby MC whether she wanted it or not, so it’s a good thing MC liked being babied..
  • Of course she’s prepared for this. Jaehee can swallow tablets, (her life would be waaaaaaaay harder if she couldn’t, what with the migraines and random body pains from pushing herself too hard) but she doesn’t like to, so she’s stocked tf up.
  • Brings MC blankets, makes sure she takes her meds, watches cartoons w her.
  • Mom wife.


Jumin

  • ??????? 
  • “MC this is so uncharacteristic what is going on???”
  • Takes off a day or three to take care of MC.
  • He doesn’t trust anyone else to take care of and baby her.
  • He ends up also getting sick, but he may or may not just want to also be babied.


707

  • “MC, I don’t think Flintstones gummy vitamins are going to get you through this cold.”
  • She’s so stubborn that he’s forced to go to the store and look for chewable tablets.
  • “Since when have these existed????”
  • He uses them when he gets sick now too.
  • He already loves babying her, so he def loves having an excuse and permission to actually do it.


V

  • Nothing phases this man.
  • NOTHING.
  • He runs to the store to get her some medicine that she can actually take, he makes her food, makes sure she’s comfortable, sits with her literally all day.
  • He loves taking care of and babying MC. It makes him feel needed and he loves helping her feel better.


Saeran

  • P a NI C K i N G
  • He signed up for a girlfriend,,,,,,, not,,, a child?????
  • After a day or so of it, he’s like “Oh, this makes sense I guess.”
  • Ends up enjoying taking care of her because it’s an excuse to see her more often.

anonymous asked:

Are you scared of commitment

No. I just don’t settle. If I see a red flag I’m walking away and I won’t look back which is why it takes me so long to commit. Life is too damn short to be with someone that holds you back and time spent crying or stressing over someone is time wasted and I’ve found a lot of romantic love consumes you in that way. In the end, it’s impermanent and irrelevant. What matters is me and my happiness only - love won’t give me that so I don’t need a relationship. I focus on my friends and my family because platonic love is where you grow and thrive. If I find someone that can walk beside me, keep up w me, and not take away from my growth as a human, I’ll commit - but that’s rare as fuck. Too many people settle these days and sacrifice their potential as a human… im not gunna be one of them. Love shouldn’t be hard yet a majority of my friends in relationships spend so much time stressed about their partner and the dumb shit they do and that’s not something I fuck with. It’s a waste of time.

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One Sided Tickle fight

summary: Nursey and Dex being dorks. Nursey finds Dex feeling bad, and he tries to cheer him up a little. Maybe a little ooc but I don’t have a beta reader to check it out for me and I just felt like writing this. 

 Nursey was not good at noticing when people around him were feeling sad or annoyed. Anger was easier to notice and to react to; yelling, gripped hands, wide eyes were easy to identify. Eyes that looked away, hands that hid themselves in pockets, a posture that leaned downwards were vague. They could mean anxiety, sadness, distress, exhaustion, grogginess. This is what Nursey tells himself when he walks into the attic in his third year and sees Dex sitting on the floor eating valentines clearance chocolate two days after valentines ignoring Bitty’s yelling for him to come down stairs for pie.

Dex looks up and rolls his eyes when Nursey walks in. Nursey thinks about how Dex has been avoiding him for the last two days and he feels nervous. He doesn’t know if he did something wrong.

“What’s up Dex, Bitty saved you some pie.” Dex looks at the plate in Nursey’s hand and then at the floor.

“Okay.”

Nursey walks up to Dex and sits next to him, and places the pie between them. Nursey doesn’t really know what Dex’s eyebags mean, or why his posture is so bad right now, but he’s not sure he should ask. Dex could yell or not answer. Neither seem all that great right now.

They sit in silence, Dex eating more chocolate while Nursey looks around the room. There’s dust gathering by the window, and there’s at least ten unfinished Vloss bottles at the foot of their shared bunkbed, filled with different juices he took to drink while doing homework and forgot. Its five o clock in the afternoon and Nursey is worried because Dex still hasn’t said anything.

“So…” Nursey says, his voice a little lower than usual, “had a hard homework assignment or something? Did you finish it? We could watch netflix if you’re done though.”

Dex shrugs. “I’m too tired to watch one of your weird social documentaries Nursey.”

Dex’s voice sounds tired to Nursey. Nursey feels somewhat relieved; Dex is probably not mad with him. Nursey stands up and goes to his bed. “Do you want to go to sleep Dex?” He grabs the heavy blanket that his mom bought him years ago and drapes it over Dex’s shoulders. Dex’s eyebrows pull together and he stares at Nursey.

“This blanket is yours.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Dex stays quiet for a moment before looking down at his hands and saying, loudly “Stop trying to cheer me up!”

Nursey doesn’t know what expression he’s wearing but when Dex looks looks up, he becomes angry.

“I’m fine, Derek. Don’t give me that look.”

“Yeah that’s bullshit though, so tell me whats wrong Dex.”

“I don’t really need to tell you anything?”

Derek sighs. Dex really must should go to bed if his chirp game was going to be that weak. He bends down and tries to grab Dex by the waist. Dex yells at him. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!”  The blanket is not helping Nursey’s grip any so he just pulls away the blanket, except that Dex had managed to get most the blanket underhimself while trying to get away that Derek ended up slipping and falling onton Dex’s back and rolling over.

On his back, Nursey stared up at the ceiling with confusion. Dex’s red face soon leaned over his. “Nursey what the fuck?” he said.

Nursey smiled. “ You looked hashtag tired so I was hashtag putting you to be like a-” Dex rolled his eyes and got up, throwing the rest of the blanket on top of Nursey.

“Never try to pick me up again.”

“ohh, hashtag grumpy?” Nursey tried to pull the blanket away but somehow ended up more entangled in the blanket. Nursey rolls a few times just to figure out where the floor is and then sits up.

“Dex”

“W-what?” Dex sounds like hes trying not to laugh and Nursey smiles. Nursey throws himself onto his back. “Help me, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”

Dex laughs so hard he snorts. “W-what, How the hell did you manage to do that? A-all I can see is your hair and… half your foot?”

Nursey feels fingers brushing up against his foot and he screams and starts throwing his limbs every which way, but Dex keeps tickling him.

“DEX- DEX NO STOP!!!” Nursey’s foot manages to connect with something when he kicks out a few times and Dex yelps and then sits on Nursey’s legs and reaches under the blanket to tickle Nursey’s abdomen. Nursey yells from under the blankets and flips onto his side, scooting away from dex, and somehow escaping the blanket. When he hits the cold floor, he breathes a sigh of relief before Dex is on him again.

Nursey pushes against his shoulder weakly while laughing. After a few more seconds he hits the floor with his hands and yells “You win, I’m tapping out oh-h my god.” Dex sits up, smiling with red splotches on his face. Nursey smiles back.

“You should eat that pie Dex, It’s really good. You can pcik what we watch on Netflix today, I’m tired too though so don’t get angry with me if you put on How did this get made and I fall asleep on you.”

Dex smile falters for a second but then it comes back fuller and happier. “That sounds alright. My bunk or yours?”  Nursey smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your headcanons so much I've read all of them and giggled like a blushing mess. Though, hear me out. Iwaizumi and Oikawa in Shiratorizawa.

Thank you so much anon!! I am happy you like them (๑´ㅂ`๑)

Now for Iwaizumi and Oikawa in Shiratorizawa, oh my god, please beware of all the super childish silliness. 

Shiratorizawa IwaOi  AU

  • Ushi: “Oikawa, so you’ve come to Shira-”
    Oiks: “I will stop you right there. I’d only admit it being a poor judgment on money.”
    Ushi: “I am sorry. What?”
    Iwa: “He means sport scholarships.”
  • Oikawa vows to show Shiratorizawa the virtue of calculated attack.
  • Iwaizumi and Oikawa have problem being outwardly nice to Ushijima at first. 
  • Oikawa goes further to being extremely nice to all the other members in the team. (Iwaizumi doesn’t encourage him but doesn’t stop him, either.)
  • The first time Ushijima compliments Iwaizumi’s spike, Iwaizumi’s knee-jerk reaction is to pinch Oikawa, who happens to be right next to him, right in his waist. (“Ouch- Iwa-chan!” “It hurt?” “It hurt!” “Then I am not hallucinating?”)
  • On their weekly meeting of New Shiratorizawa Formation Workshop (“And NSFW for short!” “What do you want to achieve here, shittykawa? Having Ushiwaka killed?” “No! …Not until I come up with a perfect plan that guarantees to get us out of it.”), they begrudgingly come to the conclusion of making an effort to at least be nice to Ushijima. (“For the team?” “For the team.”)
  • They janken for it and Iwaizumi lost.
  • Iwaizumi approaches Ushijima the next practice:
    Iwa: “So, Ushiwa- Ushijima… do you want to… practice together?”
    Ushi: “Sure, you want to practice receive? I saw you practicing receive with Oiwaka’s serves earlier.”
    Iwa: “Uh… okay.”
    Ushi: “Do you need me to hold back at first?”
    Iwa & Oiks: “WHAT!?”
    Ushi: “Spikes are different from serves. It’s distinctly stronger.”
    Iwa: *Hold back a fuming Oikawa from attacking Ushijima* “Let me take this challenge. And bring all you have, Ushijima.”
  • (Oikawa masters his killer serve in their second year in Shiratorizawa and Iwaizumi somehow becomes the best player at receive in the team while playing as a wing-spiker.)
  • Ironically (to Iwaizumi and Oikawa), Ushijima becomes their closest friend among the other team members. (Iwaizumi relents first because of Ushijima’s baking skill.)
  • Oikawa likes to provoke Shirabu as much as possible because of the younger setter’s stubborn belief on the traditional playing style of Shiratorizawa. 
  • Sometimes it backfires:
    Shira: “Oikawa-san, you should learn to rely on your ace more.”
    Oiks: “I always do. I have full faith in Iwa-chan.”
    Shira: “I didn’t mean Iwaizumi-san. I meant Ushijima-san.”
    Oiks: “Listen kid, take Ushiwaka as your ace all you want. But my ace would always be Iwa-chan and Iwa-chan only.”
  • (Off-scene with an uninterested Tendou and a confused Ushijima:
    Ushi: “Do you know what they are talking about?”
    Tendou: “Isn’t it obvious? Oikawa is declaring his love for Iwaizumi.”

    *After practice*
    Ushi: “Iwaizumi, Oikawa says he loves you.”
    Iwa: “W-what did you say? He- Oikawa, he told you that?”
    Ushi: “He announced to the entire team today.”)
  • (Iwaizumi and Oikawa may or may not end up together because of Ushijima Wakatoshi.)