just give it a little time you guys :')

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Like just imagine harry wall fucking you after he saw you talking with another guy. He would get you home and punish you so hard. “You like my cock in that tight little cunt?” And he would say stuff like “yeah that’s what I like to hear. You screaming MY name” and when he was about to cum he’d do it on your face just because he likes you on your knees. UGH OKAY BYE🤙🏽💙

“yeah i’ll show you who owns this fucking cunt,” he groans as you felt him roughly shove his cock into you even without giving you time to adjust and sink in.

hey so I know that I go on about hating men a lot but I have a couple guy friends who know about me getting raped a couple weeks ago and both were comforting and I just gotta say, it makes me relieved that it’s true not all men are “like that.” “the other side” wasn’t mentioned. there wasn’t victim blaming. it’s good to know that there are guy friends you can count on in a time of need. I didn’t even have to explain how it was rape even though I felt that I had to. I mean, this isn’t to give men credit for anything. it’s just good that there are men who are actually doing their part in admitting their kind is the worst, which in a way helps the world, even if it’s just a little.

31. Stop biting that fucking lip.

Despite spending the last four years of his life studying Russia, Yuuri was still greatly underprepared for how cold it was when he arrived. The palace consort had offered his sister, Mari, Minako-sensei and himself a fine fur pelt each to wear; something Yuuri gratefully accepted as the chill had gone through the wool of his mon-tsuki like needles, hakama soaked nearly up to his knees from the snow.

‘Stop biting that fucking lip,’ Mari snapped, Japanese vulgar in her impatience to get into the warmth of the drawing room they had been brought to. Yuuri squeaked, glancing quickly to where Minako-sensei was walking ahead of them. But thankfully, their tutor seemed not to hear them.

‘I c-can’t help it,’ Yuuri replied, barely containing his shiver. ‘My teeth won’t stop shaking.’

Mari rolled her eyes as they entered the drawing room, bowing her head to the servant who held the door for them. Yuuri followed after her, still dwarfed by his older sibling’s height and attempted to do the same, bending his body. Unfortunately, this just had Yuuri stepping onto the front his hakama and stumbling.

At 14, Yuuri was still adjusting to the formal wear, not used to having fabric bundle after him so much. It had taken great practice not to trip entirely over the hakama’s length, the weight of his mon-tsuki making it incredibly awkward to gather any semblance of lift over the whole ensemble. While the pelt didn’t help in that regard, it at least had the benefit of keeping Yuuri warm.

‘I’m sorry,’ Yuuri said in English to the servant, whose white skin and fine hair looked as striking as everyone else Yuuri had met in Saint-Petersburg so far. The servant said nothing, light eyes darting between Yuuri and the tall figure of their consort.

Lilia Baranovskaya was as imposing as she was alien to Yuuri, long nose constantly titled up in a position of great displeasure. Yuuri had only met her once before, four years prior when she had travelled to Japan first with the Tsar and his advisors. She seemed just as terrifying now as she did then, green eyes fixed on Yuuri like he were something she were about to dissect. She straightened the skirt of her Western gown, vivid purple silk which fitted her frame in direct contrast to Minako-sensei’s demure kimono.

‘She won’t understand you,’ Lilia said, her English sounding almost completely foreign in accent. ‘None of the servants speak English.’

‘Why not?’ Yuuri asked, curiosity ahead of his manners. Minako-sensei sighed, Mari rolling her eyes again.

‘It wouldn’t be proper. Now sit by the fire, before you catch cold,’ Lilia replied like it were obvious, before dispatching the servant in rapid Russian.

Yuuri was quiet then, knowing a dismissal when he heard one. Yuuri tightened his grip of the pelt around himself, walking closer to the chairs that were laid out before the fire.The sketches of the Winter Palace did not the do the reality of the building any justice, as far as Yuuri was concerned. It’s grandness gave Yuuri a hollow feeling in his stomach, nervous of the opulence that was gilded to the walls like it were worth the same as wood. Even the fireplace looked to be carved from riches, small gems of greens and reds encrusted along the spiralling gold carvings.

Mari sat across from Yuuri, her posture less proper than Yuuri expected. Yuuri didn’t imitate, keeping his back straight and hands folded neatly as Minako-sensei and Lilia began to speak in hushed tones at the chaise in the furtherest corner of the room. Discussing Yuuri, he was in no doubt. Yuuri watched the flames for a long while, talking with Mari about the journey, trying to ignore the mutterings behind him. When Yuuri heard the word marriage, the nervousness eating him from within won out.

‘Excuse me,’ Yuuri said politely, standing up from his chair. Lilia and Minako-sensei both looked from their discussion, eyes considering. Yuuri did his best not to blush. ‘But I’m feeling quite heavy-headed from all the travel. Could I be excused to take a turn around the gardens for some fresh air?’

Minako-sensei opened her mouth first, no doubt to tell Yuuri no. But then Lilia was standing, sharp chin pointed down in consideration.

‘Of course. I’ll fetch you a chaperone.’

Which was how Yuuri now found himself back out in the snow he had been so resentful of at first, an armed escort walking five steps behind him. But anything was better than sitting in that small, glittering room like it were anything but the cage it would inevitably be. Yuuri looked around himself, at the towering stone walls of the palace and how they seemed to dwarf out even the white blanket of the sky. The snow falling in the small, snow thick space of the garden courtyard that sat in the centre of the palace reminded Yuuri of the snowglobes the Tsar would send his family at the winter seasons.

Someday, Yuuri would be one of those small glass figures. Trapped behind a wall he could not see and drowning beneath Russian snow.

Yuuri’s turn of the square came to a halt once he crossed the far corner, the central trees passing to reveal a small arena of some kind that didn’t appear to be part of the original garden. It was like the pavement had been dug up to form a small, square pond of sorts. And on the pond’s frozen surface was a boy, a teenager perhaps, gliding across the ice like a dancer.

Yuuri stopped where he was, uncaring of the snow that was eating through his boots. He watched, transfixed as the other boy bent low, his body the delicate contortion of strength, before leaping into the air. Spinning, like string unwoven, and landing back on the ice with a clap like thunder. Yuuri’s heart swelled in his chest, entranced.

The boy was dressed well, or at least he was from Yuuri’s understanding of Russian fashion. He was wearing a coat of leather, fur-lined and thick so some of the movements of the boy’s arms looked unseamly with its bulk. On his head was one of those round, fur hats Yuuri had seen from his carriage to the palace, hands covered in rounded gloves. Yuuri found himself walking, interest and hope coming together like the stitching of his mon-tsuki, approaching the makeshift ice with speed.

Yuuri stopped when he reached the edge, which was lined with a straight wooden fence. The skater turned on his steel, speed ruddering him across the uneven surface of the ice. He looked over to Yuuri, reaching up with a gloved hand to pull the front of his coat down.

He was… beautiful. With a narrow face and straight nose, eyes vivid in their blueness and Yuuri’s breath caught in his throat. Yuuri flushed, whole body quaking as his embarrassment suddenly thawed the chill that had set in his bones. The skater approached as Yuuri tried to hide his quivering under the thick pelt.

The Tsarevich, Yuuri guessed. The boy who would become the man that would inherit this large, strange country. The man Yuuri would marry, as arranged by their respective courts.

The Tsarevich skated up to the fence, his pale skin burnished pink from the cold in a manner Yuuri couldn’t help but stare at. It was so strange, to see skin so stark like it were burnt. The boy was tall, even if he hadn’t been wearing his steel and easily the three or so years older Yuuri knew the Tsarevich to be. Yuuri’s breath was a cloud in front of him, the Tsarevich’s eyes glacial as they regarded Yuuri from beneath his cap.

When the Tsarevich spoke, it was in Russian and Yuuri was struck dumb with the speed of it, the harsh sound of it in his ears. Yuuri stared, unsure how to even respond. Yuuri hadn’t been taught Russian, on the request of the Russian court.

‘So they can hide their secrets,’ Minako-sensei had said with disdain, all that time ago. Yuuri realised too late that he still hadn’t said anything and he panicked, voice squeaking in his throat like a girls. Yuuri winced, embarrassed but the Tsarevich was suddenly cooing soothingly.

‘Prosti, prosti,’ the Tsarevich said, reaching out with a gloved hand to touch Yuuri’s shoulder. Yuuri flinched from the touch, unsure and the Tsarevich retreated. ‘I am sorry. English?’

Yuuri blinked, caught off guard. Then, his manners returned to him.

‘Yes,’ he replied, word a cloud in the cold. ‘I speak English.’

‘Wonderful,’ the Tsarevich replied, tugging a glove off with his teeth. Yuuri stared, amazed by the lack of propriety and strangely, relieved by it also. The Tsarevich held his hand out, fingers white like the snow. ‘I’m Victor.’

‘Katsuki Yuuri,’ Yuuri said, untangling a hand from where he had it bundled beneath the felt. Victor smiled, a slanted thing that made Yuuri’s stomach squeeze. Yuuri’s fingers were red now, too. Hand shaking. Victor took it, before looking down with wide eyes.

‘Your hand is freezing!’ he exclaimed and Yuuri snatched it back, afraid he’d overstepped. Then, much to his surprise, Victor tugged his other glove off and offered both out to Yuuri from over the top of the fence. When Yuuri didn’t move to take them, Victor took Yuuri’s hand into his own. ‘Please, I insist you take these. That fur won’t be enough, especially once the sun goes down.’

‘T-thank you,’ Yuuri replied, nerves catching on the words like hooks. He took the gloves, slipping them on when Victor waved a hand at him to do so. They were lined in fur as well and Yuuri couldn’t stop the sigh of relief he felt at having them. They were still warm from Victor’s skin.

Victor smiled again, his teeth sharp and eyes bright. Yuuri smiled back, happy to have pleased him.

‘Do you know how to skate?’ Victor asked, gesturing to the ice behind him. Yuuri shook his head, replacing his now gloved-hands beneath the pelt again.

‘No, we don’t really have the sport where I’m from,’ Yuuri said, not hiding the disappointment he felt. ‘But I know all about it. I’ve admired it for a long time.’

‘Perhaps I’ll teach you!’ Victor said boldly and it had Yuuri blushing. So forward, though perhaps Yuuri should’ve expected it. ‘Would you like me to skate for you?’

‘Please!’ Yuuri said, not bothering to contain the excitement he felt. Victor grinned, bright like the moon.

Yuuri wasn’t sure how much time passed between them. Enough for the snow to crawl up past the knees of his hakama, for certain and enough for even the escort assigned to him to cough. But Yuuri found that he didn’t care. He was totally caught by the movement of Victor’s body, the tumbling sound of his laugh. They shouted conversation across the ice to each other, Victor waving when he would skate close to where Yuuri was standing.

Then, Victor’s steel caught the edge of uneven ice, sending his body down. Yuuri cried out as Victor hit the ice, his cap flying off him in the impact. From beneath it, a curtain of long, fine hair spilled out. Silver as the ice it was laying against, Yuuri lost his words and even his panic for a moment at the beauty of it. Victor gathered himself up, brushing the ice dust from his jacket and looking around for his cap.

‘Ah, that was embarrassing,’ Victor said as he approached the fence again, shaking his retrieved cap. Yuuri said nothing, watching the sway of Victor’s long hair like it were a clock’s pendulum. ‘Though, I never have such a charming distraction.’

The compliment brought Yuuri tumbling right back down to earth.

‘I’m so sorry!’ he said, reaching out to touch Victor. He held Victor’s arm, barely feeling him under the layers of fabric between them. ‘You are not hurt, are you?’

‘I have survived far worse, I promise you,’ Victor said, winking and Yuuri was struck again by his brashness. Victor reached up, turning his hair around like rope.

Yuuri remembered when he had had his own hair cut before the journey, Minako-sensei pulling the strands back before taking a blade to it. Cutting it all the way up, to Yuuri’s ears. It was the fashion in the West, Minako-sensei had said. They had wanted to make a good first impression.

‘What do the people think, to have the Tsarevich grow his hair so long?’ Yuuri asked, admiring the way Victor’s hair shone like starlight from his dislodged cap. 

Victor froze, abandoning the replacement of his cap and staring at Yuuri in a manner most uncomely with his mouth slightly open and Yuuri panicked, worried he had offended. 

‘My- my apologies!’ Yuuri stammered, bowing as low as he could. ‘That was uncouth. Please forgive me.’

‘No, no!’ Victor said, seemingly finding his voice. Yuuri titled his head up, not entirely comfortable to straighten up fully yet. Victor pushed his fine hair from his face, looking quite sheepish. ‘You did nothing of the sort. I’m afraid it’s me who has been foolish and should be apologising. I swear, I never meant to mislead you.’

Yuuri did straighten up at that, suddenly wary. He stepped back, watching Victor carefully. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I’m not the Tsarevich,’ Victor said, eyes downcast with a look of shame. Yuuri’s heart stopped in his chest, stomach dropping like a stone. ‘I’m his skating coach.’

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If I may make a suggestion for anyone who’s ever had to deal with those people who mistake your “nice customer service” voice with *~flirting~* and ask you for your personal phone number while you’re on your shift: DO NOT GIVE THEM A FAKE NUMBER

One of my (now ex) coworkers had this really creepy guy asked her for her phone number, but she was too polite, and frankly kind of nervous, to say “no” to him so she gave him a fake number to get him to go away. For about the next month after that, the guy would come in and harass her about every time she worked her shifts. She only worked Mondays and Thursdays, and we only saw the guy come in on those days seemingly with the intention to just buy groceries, but he always checked them out in the lane she worked in and would subtly bring up the fake number incident, so it didn’t take long for the rest of us to figure out that this guy was hella sketchy. 

Well long story short (with details extracted), there was a little “incident”…so we had to contact the authorities about the creepy customer and my coworker ended up quitting not too long after because she was still too paranoid about the guy possibly returning. 

I know there’s some workers out there who feel really nervous about saying “no” to certain customers when they ask them for their phone number (myself included at times), so maybe try this:

If they ask, just say that you’re not allowed to give out your personal number while you’re working your shift. If you have to, make up some bullshit story about how past workers have been fired for getting caught doing that all while mentioning that you only want to keep your job (maybe run this by with your manager/boss first before you try these tips, just so that they know your intentions. my boss doesn’t mind me doing this ‘cause he knows that there’s a lot a weird people out there and that I’m only doing it to protect myself). Now, if the customer is smart, they’ll take the hint and back off after that. But if they insist on you giving it to them, just stick to your story and subtly hint at the security cameras in the store (even if your store doesn’t have them). For example, say something like “I’m sorry, but my boss watches the security cameras all the time so he knows when we’re doing something we’re not supposed to be doing.” Usually just mentioning security cameras will get even the sketchiest of customers to back off, ‘cause at that point they’ll realize that they’re being recorded as well. I’ve had to use this example once before, and the customer got really nervous when I brought up the word “cameras” and I haven’t seen him around my store since (smart choice dude 👌)

Now, in the rare case that the customer 1.) still isn’t taking “no” for an answer and/or 2.) leaves but then decides to wait around for you until you finish your shift to try asking again…..Call your manager/boss IMMEDIATELY to voice your concern. And if you absolutely have to in this case, call the police as well. Make it absolutely clear to both parties that you have declined this person’s request multiple times and that you’re concerned that they still won’t back off.

TL;DR: Don’t give a fake number to a customer b/c if they figure it out and aren’t happy about it, they know where you work. Instead, just tell them that you’re not allowed to give out numbers while you’re on the clock, and if they don’t back down, TELL SOMEONE. 

Stay safe, everyone!

If I’m a Saint, Then You’re Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’)
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen
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Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

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I’ve been thinking all week what I should say the last night of the last show… When I met Josh I- I- We don’t- We don’t tell many people this because we don’t want it to come off the wrong way, but I want you to learn something tonight- If you can, if you can. This is what I want you to know: You cannot put a ceiling to your dreams. You just can’t. When Josh and I met, we would say to each other, ‘Arenas… Arenas, man. We wanna play arenas.’ You have to understand maybe now looking around it’s like ‘Yeah, sure.’ But at that moment, when Josh and I would say that to each other, we didn’t tell anyone else because we thought they would laugh at us. We would take these little songs, this little keyboard stand thing I’m playing now, that beat up piano show over there- That same exact beat up piano show. We would go around and we would just show people our songs. And you know we’d be playing in front of just a few people at a time, afterwards we would just say 'Greetings. We’re gonna do this.’ You cannot put a ceiling on your dreams, guys, and we are living proof. You also can’t do it alone. You cannot do it alone. Living proof of that, would you please give up for my very good friend, Josh Dun on the drums! And even in this room right now there’s so many people in here who could take a little chunk of this thing and own it and know that it wouldn’t be possible without them and that includes you guys right here. You guys have set the tone from what a Twenty One Pilots concert and show and movement feels like and looks like, so thank you so much for making that happen. I want you to know that what happens after this… There’s a lot of- lot of questions. You know, if I’m being transparent. I’m not really sure. But when I was- when I was putting on my persona for the very first- last time in the green room right before the show, I wondered: Is this the last time? But we’re not gonna quit. I want you to know that we’re not gonna quit. We’re gonna take the things we’ve learned, and if you would just give us a little room to grow with you guys, we wanna make music and we’re gonna be thinking of this room right here when we do. I promise you that. So way back when, when we were playing in front of just a few people at a time, Josh would go over to a- a rickety old circular bar table and he would back flip off of it in front of three people, and I though that was kind of weird. Same piano show over there, these same songs… We saw you guys in our heads the whole time we were doing it, man! And we always ended our set- We always ended our sets with this song here, and we would like to invite you in our little tradition of closing out this concert with this last song with us.
—  Tyler Joseph, Tour De Columbus, Last Show of the Blurryface Era Trees Speech, 6/25/17

You know what? I really wish people were as hyped about Sonequa Martin-Green being the first Black woman to lead in a Star Trek series as they are about the D*ctor Wh* casting. But then again, most feminists don’t care about non-White women so it’s to be expected that most of you guys don’t care about the fact that she’s making history too. And when you factor in Michelle Yeoh, you get it doubly so. Last time I checked, this is a pretty big deal for the sci-fi genre too. 

What’s strange, to me, is people thinking that the D*ctor Wh* casting gives hope to all little girls when we know that’s not true. This issue is just so very layered and complex, but there is something particularly troubling about the fact that people think a White woman should be the symbol all little girls should look up to, regardless of their race. It’s so very arrogant to believe that little non-White girls will be represented by this woman that looks nothing like them. It’s very arrogant to think that little non-White girls should look up to the new Doctor as their new hero, especially knowing this casting is only a win for White women and White women only.

The Dragon Angus Theory

I don’t know how many people know about this particular TAZ Theory but I discovered it last night in the TAZ Subreddit. There are thread discussions about this here and here. There could be more but these were the two I found.

In summary, the theory in general pertains to the fact that Angus might not be all that he seems, and that he might be a dragon in disguise. Specifically a Silver Dragon. Under the cut because this came out really long! (Don’t worry there’s a tldr at the bottom)

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Dating Shawn Mendes Would Include

Some credit goes to @dangerousreputation

  • FOREHEAD KISSES OH MY GOD SO MANY
  • when he’s really tired he becomes a koala
  • head in your neck
  • his hair would kind of be across the bottom of your cheeks and in your neck and just kind of everywhere but its like ok bc his hair can stop wars
  • his lips would press to your neck during these cuddling sessions
  • YOU WOULD GET TO SEE HIM SLEEP
  • his long eyelashes laying on his cheeks
  • his hair would be curlier and messier than normal
  • his cheeks would b THE CUTEST COLOR OF PINK/RED ALMOST LIKE ROSES
  • his skin would be kind of hot too like not warm but burning
  • he wouldn’t let u go while your sleeping either
  • he would groan if u had to leave
  • hIS GrOGGy aSS vOiCE
  • after like a month of dating and spending a lot of time together he would want you to meet his family bc they mean a lot to him but so do u and he is so proud to have found someone like u awwww
  • before he kisses you his BIG ASS HANDs would hold you face or your cheeks
  • i feel like he’s the jealous type
  • and because he’s a leo,,, he wants to be the ‘dominant’ one in the relationship whatever tf that means
  • tracing his tattoos oH LORd
  • homeboy can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s in the mod ;)
  • your friends would send him videos of u singing his songs and he would have THE MOST smug smile on his face
  • bc his gf/bf is whipped for him
  • when he comes home y’all are attached at the hip for the first three days
  • telling u all the places he wants to take u some day
  • you just love watching him perform because he looks so incredibly happy and you live for that smile of his
  • bear hugs when you haven’t seen each other in a while
  • “Shawnnn you’re crushing me.”
  • “Sorry sweetheart, I just missed you so much.”
  • singing to you when you can’t sleep
  • 80% of his songs being about you
  • watching him work out
  • when he doesn’t have to get up early, u can bet you’re staying in bed with him the whole morning
  • trying to cook something as simple as pasta but somehow burning it??
  • blowing kisses at you and vise versa
  • ranting to you about how canada is so much better than any other country
  • trying to teach you how to play guitar
  • wearing Shawn’s merch because you’re a proud girlfriend
  • never really getting into big arguments
  • he only time you guys really bicker is because Shawn overworks himself too much and you get worried
  • on the rare occasions you guys do get into an argument, both of you usually just need a little space and an hour later you guys say sorry and make up
  • Shawn not even giving girls that flirt with him the time of day because literally no one compares to you in his eyes
  • you not even noticing when a guy flirts with you because Shawn is your one and only
  • noticeable hickeys
  • “These are gonna be a bitch to cover up,” Shawn grumbles while looking in your direction
  • you just winking at him and planting a kiss on his cheek
  • you being one of the first people to hear his new music
  • “Your fans are going to freak when they hear this masterpiece Shawny”
  • constantly supporting each other in any new endeavors
  • late night talks about random things
  • Him looking at you backstage while he sings your favorite song
  • Having wand duels
  • His face of awe when he sees what your wearing to a red carpet
  • Being invited to go on his world tour
  • Butterfly kisses
  • Passionate kisses
  • Spending hours in Barnes and Noble
  • Netflix binge watching when he comes home
  • Facetime dates while he’s gone
  • Going live on his YouNow with him
  • Good night and good morning texts
  • Snapchats where he uses the funniest filters
  • His fans coming up to you and taking pictures with you both
  • Having him with you while you get your first tattoo, or just another tattoo
  • Spending hours just reading on a couch together
  • Frequent trips to Lush
  • Waiting for him at the airport along with his fans
  • Him always comforting you when the hate comments get to you.
  • You always touch his hair.
  • Both of you constantly singing in the car.
  • Lots of cuddling.
  • You being considered as a power couple.
  • People being jealous of you. - When you have a nightmare he holds you while you talk about it.
  • Shawn always braiding your hair, and he gets really good at it.
  • jamming to drake during a long car ride
  • Having a small wedding for friends and family only
doors in survival horror/horror vidya
  • Silent Hill: The door is rusted shut. It also has no knob and isn't real. None of these doors are. What, did you think we'd let you in any of these doors? Fucking idiot.
  • Resident Evil: This door requires an absurdly specific key only obtainable by doing an absurd puzzle. Why is everything in this building fucking locked?
  • Resident Evil 4: Just kick the door in half. You don't give a fuck. Fuck this guy's house, it's my house now.
  • Haunting Ground: Go print out some words on a stone printer. They're like keycards. But rocks.
  • Rule of Rose: Some little fucker is going to shut the door on you. What a prick.
  • Dino Crisis: I hope you like scrabble.
  • Dino Crisis 2: It seems that someone misplaced a large vehicle into this door. Go find a key in a pond to open the other door.
  • Fatal Frame: Hey I hope you like doing silly puzzles because here's a clock, go ahead and input that time you read about earlier.
  • Left 4 Dead: I mean, yeah, that door opens, but the hunter behind it isn't going to make things easier for you. Oops, it was just a horde.
  • Penumbra: Well that door's right fucked, innit? You see those boxes over there? You know what to do.
  • Amnesia: Same as above but with Mr. Struts on your ass the entire time.
  • S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: If it's a locked door, you're gonna need a keycode. Hope you're ready to fight the burer behind it. The pseudogiant, too.
  • X-COM: There's a lobsterman behind that door. Don't open it. Don't even open the sub door. There's lobstermen out there. Time to leave.
  • Cryostasis: You're going to have to go into some guy's memories and make it so that he doesn't get dead to get through this door. Or maybe a bear's memories. Awesome.
  • Lifeline: OPEN DOOR. OPEN THAT DOOR. OPEN KITCHEN DOOR. OPEN DOOR. OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR AAAAAA JESUS CHRIST RIO PLEASE I BEG OF YOU OPEN THE DOOR
  • Echo Night Beyond: Look through some really slow moving cameras until you figure out what you need to open the door, then proceed to immediately make a mad dash for the items while a ghost of a little girl kinda jogs towards you in an apparently immensely threatening fashion because your heart rate is literally breaking 300 bpm whenever she's within 3 feet of you.
Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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I can’t be the only one who thinks that Kolivan will end up being the real Dad Friend right? Bc tbh at this point Shiro is truly just Very Tired not to mention missing plus I headcanon that Kolivan had a family that he lost.

So lets say at this point he doesn’t have any practical understanding of just how young the paladins are, like he gets that they’re young but not that young. So he finds out that these defenders of the universe who just successfully went toe to toe with Zarkon himself are youths and he just “What??? They’re children!? My own children would be their age!” And that’s all it takes for a metal switch that he didn’t know he still had to be flicked on and these four weird Earth teens are officially His now. He puts effort into each of them, uniquely according to their needs and interests. He’s the one who points Keith in the direction of his mother, he helps Pidge find more clues to locate her family, he teaches Hunk about how to hotwire Galra tech, he’s the one who sees Lance’s insecurities and addresses them in a constructive and positive way bc you can’t tell me that 10,000 years of hiding hasn’t taught the BoM about the value of soldier morale.

Finds out Keith’s an orphan?  I am Your Father Now.

Hunk and Lance miss their families? Pidge’s was taken from her? I Will Ensure Your Safety in Your Father’s Places.

And imagine the possibilities for father/daughter stuff with Kolivan and Pidge? Like he’s just so enamored by this teeny tiny human who barely stands waist height to him but has such a strong heart? She’s so capable and daring and smart and devoted and kind of reminds him of his own daughter? And with no hesitation she’ll just climb on him to get at something and bc she likes to feel tall but she’s so small that he barely even notices the extra weight? He joined them on the training deck once and owned the guys but didn’t see leetle Pidgey come up behind him until she zapped and tripped him and the others are like “oh shit she dead” but he just beams at her proudly bc “you got me!” then proceeds to pitch her across the room. After this he gives her a Galra nickname that basically means ‘little warrior’.

It takes some time but eventually the team comes to look to Kolivan as their surrogate father, asking his advice, seeking his counsel and just generally enjoying being around him bc he recognizes that while they are the Paladins of Voltron they are also normal kids who sometimes need to have fun and he reminds Allura of this constantly bc bless her but she’ll drive them into the ground otherwise.

And when they get Shiro back Kolivan doesn’t even hesitate to help in any way he can bc omg this poor man needs it.

Just

Kolivan becoming a valued member of the Voltron fam guys.

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okay but let’s be honest mike and el are probably THE most annoying couple on the entire planet, especially to their friends

  • el is always wanting to kiss mike no matter who is around and max is probably the one to call her out on it telling her that no, she can’t just kiss him whenever she wants and mike is probably like “ummMM YES SHE CAN” and then el probably kisses him again and it’s just a cycle
  • and every time this does happen lucas always groans and dustin pretends to be throwing up and will blushes and it’s just a mess
  • also mike and el are always holding hands whether it’s walking in the hallways or watching a movie together or they’re sitting together at the d&d table and “really, michael?! you’re going to play with ONE HAND?! this is going to take us forever!” 
  • mike also always calls el “beautiful” and it always earns them an eye roll bc really? he’s gonna call her beautiful when she’s just wearing the sweatpants that he outgrew and her hair is an actual mess??
  • OH and they always say “promise” to each other, which is probably the most annoying thing they could do because it’s always after mundane things like literally, no they don’t have to promise each other that they’ll see each other soon, they’re just going to be separated for third period!!!
  • mike and el of course though know that sometimes they can be a little irritating so they try to give their friends a break from them and spend time alone together but then they also get annoyed at them for not hanging out with them and they end up on their walkie talkies (”what’s so important that you can’t come to the arcade? were you guys making out?” “maybe” “EW MIKE GROSS WE DON’T WANT TO KNOW” “YOU WERE THE ONE WHO ASKED”)
  • when they do end up going it’s always mike giving el a ride on his bike and they always notice how gentle mike is with her when he helps her get down from the bike and the way she smiles softly up at him and okay maybe it is a little cute how they look at each other, but no they are never going to admit it out loud 

TEW Dating Headcanons


Dating Sebastian would involve:

  • Falling asleep alone but waking up with him. He doesn’t like staying out late for work, but definitely makes up for it with warm cuddles
  • This man cannot cook but will try his very best to impress you with plenty of home cooked meals and other little labors of love
  • Sometimes when he’s drunk he really can’t keep all the horrible things he’s seen, and all his fears from spilling out. He’s always afraid you’ll leave because of he’s such a unreliable wreck. Just hold him tight. He’s a sensitive guy and needs love and support.
  • Big on PDA, no mater the time or the place if he gets the urge to kiss and cling to you it’s going to happen
  • Acts really confident and serious during lewd acts but will fall apart if you give him attention
  • Seb’s a detective. He almost always a pair of handcuffs on hand. No need to say anything else.


Dating Joseph would involve:

  • He is such a dork and will try to be really formal and polite the first few months you are dating. A bit old fashioned and always a gentleman.
  • Working at the KPD is overwhelming but with your support he feels like he can do anything
  • So passionate it’s rather infectious. Seeing him get excited about a movie/book/whatever seems to rub off on you even if you have zero knowledge/investment in what he’s obsessing over
  • Loves receiving PDA. Hoh boy its wild how reactive he is to every little touch. He’s a bit loud though, so maybe save it for home and not at the station.
  • He’s so soft spoken and gentle but he is fucking strong. It’s almost frightening when you see him work with an axe to cut wood. Wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of that.
  • Soft cinnamon roll in the streets, total freak in the sheets


Dating Ruvik would involve:

  • First and foremost is his work. If you really are serious about being with him, be ready to lend a helping hand in the lab
  • PDA is a no go at first. He’s not too self conscious about his burns but still doesn’t like being touched or exposed for prolonged periods of time. gradually he’ll come to enjoy holding hands and hugs, but it’ll take some trust.
  • Ruvik is petty as fuck and will hold grudges. Expect small acts of revenge (nothing lethal or really harmful) in the strangest of places.
  • His version of ‘talking dirty’ is using very detached and scientific observations to describe the situation he has you in and what he plans to do you. Don’t expect your actual name to be used. You are just another test subject after all.
  • While he doesn’t seem to care and appears cold at times, he is trying so hard to be a better man. While they are few and far between, he will make grand gestures to try and show how he really feels.


Dating Laura would involve:

  • Sneeking out in the middle of the night to see her at the Victoriano mansion
  • She is so soft and beautiful but she is such a fighter. She has a strong spirit and will do anything to protect what she believes in and you are constantly amazed by her sheer resolve
  • She will always blush really hard if you compliment her, without fail. She says she doesn’t like all the flattery but really she holds everything you say close to her heart
  • She will sing until you fall asleep, and loves writing small songs about you
  • She isn’t super confident with PDA, so you’ll have to make the first move. With some reasurement that you love being seen with her she’ll get much more daring with handholding/kissing in public
  • The last gift you receive before the fire from her is a small locket with a picture of the both of you inside.


Dating Stefano would involve:

  • Art. 24/7. You’ll never not be hearing about his art or other artists that he admires.
  • Stefano is rather private about how his art is made and doesn’t divulge many details, but loves the fact that you constantly ask how he does it.
  • Will never ask you to model for him. Don’t take it personally. He just wants to keep you all to himself. The world doesn’t deserve to see the true face of his muse.
  • Not super into PDA but he does leave plenty of marks in the bedroom. No public displays are needed for other people to know that you’re taken.
  • Stefano might take a few pictures now and then when you don’t realize he’s watching.
  • Despite his smug and superior attitude, he does have a good heart (most of the time) and always is someone you can depend on
  • Might like having you depend on him just a little too much…


Dating Tatiana would involve:

  • Team mom will do everything in her power to make you feel safe and loved
  • Not the best at expressing affection out loud and usually comes off as sarcastic but man is she a sap for writing poetry for you
  • She tries to maintain a small ‘garden’ in her office so she can give you bouquets when pretty flowers are in season
  • Middle of the road when it comes to PDA. Either no physical contact whatsoever or she goes full force.
  • She’s a dom. Sorry I don’t get to make the rules
  • She loves spoiling you with gifts


(Bonus: Monsters)


Dating Reborn Laura would involve:

  • General disclaimer, watch out for those nails
  • You were sure the thing was going to maul you the first time you encountered it, but soon the resemblance between the creature and your deceased lover makes sense
  • It’s hard to tell if this Laura remembers you or not, but you aren’t dead yet so that’s got to count for something
  • No need to fear the other creatures of STEM when your significant other is top of the food chain


Dating Haunted Joseph would involve:

  • It’s never clear if he wants to kiss you or eat you
  • So many bite and scratch marks.
  • Despite his aggressive nature, Joseph seems to have brief moments of lucidity in which he frantically apologizes for what he’s done to you.
  • Possessive and nasty as fuck. It’s not beneath him to openly take out his aggression on other Haunted so that any and all monsters will keep away from you and him.
  • Returning his affections will calm him… temporarily


Dating The Keeper would involve:

  • B i g boy
  • Expect to be carried in his arms or over his shoulder everywhere
  • Honestly the best at hugs and cuddles
  • The tentacles that sprout from the inside of his safe are a bit frightening but they seem to help The Keeper sense his surroundings and gradually become less scary.
  • Cant really kiss but will bend down to softly press his head against yours to show affection
  • Look you will probably die if you attempt lewds. If you are so determined to bang the Keeper just take it slow for your own sake


Dating Obscura would involve:

  • Loves cuddles but she doesn’t really realize that the size difference might be a bit hard on her human
  • Touching her ‘face’ makes her purr, just avoid smudging her lens!
  • Loves bringing back gifts and random things she finds in STEM. Some of these things are more pleasant than others…
  • Stefano is protective of his sweet Obscura. Don’t piss him off.
  • Obscura especially loves ‘surprise hugs’. Try not to have a heart attack when she drops from the ceiling to engage in some PDA
Zen X MC: Stay

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 3546

Author’s note: This one shot was inspired by @myetie and I was given permission to use the similar plot as her comic’s strip. This one shot is definitely different from how her comic will turn out..just saying. A really big thanks to myetie  for giving me permission.


The last thing you remembered was laughing, enjoying the breeze that blew against your hair, your arms tightly around Zen’s waist. The engine of the motorcycle making rumbling noises.

How did something so enjoyable turned into something so horrible? Bright lights shone into your eyes, the screeching of tires could be heard and all you could feel was pain when the impact hit.

You felt your body being thrown off the motorcycle, your head hitting the road, blurry images filled your vision until it became completely dark. A few minutes later, when the police had arrived because of the accident, Zen awoke from his unconscious state, it was the sound of the sirens and the blinking of the red and blue lights that brought him back into consciousness.

“Mc ?” He murmured, trying to sit up but the pain in his shoulder held him down as he clutched it in pain. His mind started to registered what had happen and his only concern was for you. “Mc ? MC!” He yelled when he sees a figure lying on the ground.

Zen sees your injured body lying unconscious on the ground, your hair lying on messily around you, but what made his heart clenched the most was seeing your legs twisted in such a horrific angle.

“No,no,no,no! MC?!” Blood was visible on your body and all he wanted was to turn back the time.

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A week had past while you still remained in the hospital. Jaehee,Jumin, Saeyoung, Yoosung, V, had all been visiting you, talking to, trying to comfort you, entertain you, whatever the reason they visited for, you always welcomed their presence.

Their visits comforted the fact that you were paralyzed and could no longer walk, or run, or used you legs in general.

“Could you imagine it? I mean, that hacker was so stupid to not put up a firewall to protect his location, so I easily traced him through his IP address and I found him!” Saeyoung burst out into laughter and you chuckled.

There was a knock on the door and both your attention was diverted to the hospital door.

“I brought food.” Jumin entered and you greeted with a smile.

“Hello, Jumin.” “Food and wine! Food and wine! Food and wine!” Saeyoung started chanting.

“The wine is mine.” Saeyoung’s face fell at Jumin’s comment.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you this, but you don’t need to worry about Zen that much, He’s going to come around soon, let’s just give him a little time.” Saeyoung turned to you, sending you a reassuring wink.

“Oh,um..about that person…” You began, seeming a bit nervous.

“I,uh, never asked because I thought you were just talking about a friend or something….but you guys seemed to keep mentioning him a lot.” Your fingers clutched the blanket.

“Who is Zen?” That question made Saeyoung and Zen froze. Over the time you had been in the hospital, all of them had been constantly bringing up Zen, but who was Zen?

You couldn’t remembered and just assumed he was friend. Breaking the silence, Jumin’s phone rang and he excused himself from the room to take the call.

“Well, um, I think that is for you to find out later, just…” Saeyoung paused awkwardly. “Just try to remember.” He smiled but there was pity held in his eyes.

You didn’t push the matter, seeing how uncomfortable it made him. Meanwhile, Jumin answers his phone, the caller ID letting him know who was the one calling him.

“Zen?”

“Jumin, I need to ask a favor.” Out of all the time Jumin and known Zen,he had never heard Zen so broken.

“Where are you? The hospital said you refused further treatment and just left? I’ve been trying to contact you for the past week.” Jumin bombarded him with questions.

“Please, Jumin, hear me out.” Zen pleaded.

“Zen, MC needs you, are you really not going to visit her? What you’re doing is absurd.”

“She doesn’t need me! She doesn’t! I…I…I’m too dangerous, Jumin? I..I ruined her life, I don’t deserve her.” He was shouting at the beginning but at the end, it sounded like a chocked whisper, and Jumin knew that he was crying.

“Zen, calm down first, you’re too emotional, do not make such rash decisions.” Jumin ran his fingers through his hair in slight frustration.

“It’s because of me she got into this accident, it’s because of me she can no longer use her legs. It’s because of me! Please Jumin, please take care of her, I beg you.” And that was when Zen hung up, his arm sliding down and hung at the side of the chair he was sitting on, the phone sliding off his hand, landing with a thump onto the floor.

“Mc, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!” Zen clutched his hair, his head tilted towards the floor and he broke down.

Tears wetting the floor as it fell from his eyes. His body shook, whimpers of pain, emotional pain escapes his lips, he’s trying his hardest to keep it together but every time he pulls a piece of himself up, another falls.

He tried, he tried so hard to get to you but he could because of his arm, his damn arm, he just wanted to hold you and protected you then but now there’s nothing to hold or protect.

“Why?” His voice shaking.

“WHY?!WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!” He stood up and punched a wall repeatedly,sliding down against it, his knuckles now bloody as he rested his forehead against his knees.

“Why?” He whispered, his heart crumbling inside.

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“What will happen when Zen finds out?” Saeyoung asked, leaning on the wall while Jumin sat on one of the hospital beds. Jumin sighed, closing his eyes.

“He already knows.” Shock became evident on Saeyoung’s face, absorbing the new information.

“How?”

*flashback*

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” Zen muttered, his heart breaking just by looking at the state you were in.

“Um, you must’ve mistaken me for someone else.” You were in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. Everything felt like a dream to you.

“You’re so handsome, are you an angel? Have you come to take me?” Tears watered his eyes when he became aware that you had forgotten him.

“I’m your angel, but I’m not here to take you, I’m just here to say goodbye.” He forced a smile onto his face, his tears wetting his cheeks.

“Goodbye? Can’t you stay a little longer?” “I’m afraid not.” He closed his eyes, his lips kissing your forehead.

“Goodbye MC.”

*flashback end*

Your encounter with Zen at the hospital, you couldn’t remember. Two weeks after your stay in the hospital, you were finally released.

A few days had past, your life went on as usual, the difference being that you were now using a wheelchair, despite everything seeming to be normal, you couldn’t help but feel like you’re missing something.

There was an empty void in your heart, and what frustrated you greatly was how you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. From trying new things to going through old things, you still couldn’t figure out.

There were things you couldn’t do due to being bound to the wheelchair so you couldn’t help but think that it might be something related to you walking or using your legs but yet, a quiet voice inside told you that wasn’t it.

Of course, being handicapped forever wasn’t easy, you felt helpless, useless, almost everything you did was a challenge and you felt like a burden to those helping you.

It was a struggle, it was extremely frustrating that you couldn’t use your legs, adding the frustration of that emptiness in your heart, you were struggling a lot, night was a time spent crying because of that frustration.

The perfect cover was put on every time, no one could see past that cover, to someone, you looked happy, so positive as if nothing could bring you down, smiles constantly on your face but the truth was that you were struggling every day.

Pushing your wheelchair down the streets, you stopped at a shop to get a bottle of water. You were prepared to pay for the bottle when you stopped at the magazine stand, seeing a few copies with the same face. Ignoring the words on the magazine, you picked it up, looking at the man shown in the cover.

Just then, you were pulled from reality as images flashed into your mind.

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“Look MC, I’m on the cover of this magazine? You have to admit that I am good looking in this picture.” His red eyes shining brightly as he spoke to you.

“In that picture? Hmm, Zen, babe, I think you look better now than in that picture.” Laughter escapes your lips, your hands intertwined with his.

“Really? Mmmm, jagiya, you know just what to say.” He gives you an Eskimo kiss before kissing you on your lips.

“Hey! Get out of here! I’m trying to run a business!” The shop owner chased the two of you out and you both ran out laughing.

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“Miss? Are you going to buy that?” You were pulled back into reality when the shop owner tapped you on your shoulder.

“Oh, no, just this water.” You paid the money and left. You were more than confused, what happened back there, was it a memory? Was that the Zen your friends had been mentioning previously? Why did you referred to each other as lovers? Was that just a fantasy? The questions swirled in your mind, your heart strings were being tugged at that thought.

Lately, you had been seeing that man in your dreams, small images flashing through your mind, but this was the first time you had called him Zen.

Was he something that was part of your life previously? You pushed that idea away, you felt that you were just an ordinary girl, why would you be associated with a rising star?

‘Maybe I was a fan of him? That’s why I’m having these fantasy?’ You thought, it was a possibility.

Meanwhile Zen was at a bar, downing the bitter alcohol down his throat, another hand holding a cigarette between his two fingers. He had been in this bar for two days in a row, drinking and smoking, he no longer logged into the RFA Chatroom and was hard to reach, Jumin, not only worried about you, but him too, forced Seven to find the location of where Zen is.

Climbing out of his limo, saying a quick thanks to Driver Kim, Jumin closed the door, his hands tucked in his pockets while he walked into the bar. He took a quick glance of the bar and immediately spotted Zen sitting at the counter, emptying the bottle of beer.

He took quick strides towards Zen and sat at the stool beside him. Zen, noticing the presence beside him, turned to the his side and saw Jumin. “What do you want?” Zen huffed, gulping down the rest of the alcohol.

“We’re going to talk. Outside.” Jumin gave Zen a look that meant he was all serious and not in the mood to be argued with.

“What do you want?” His breath reeked of alcohol and by the way he was standing, he was quite drunk.

“I made a promise to MC.” Jumin began.

~Jumin’s Flashback~

You had just been given a shot to reduce the pain, it also caused you to be unaware of whatever you were saying or doing, almost like you were drunk, including the part where you couldn’t remember the things you did or said.

“Jumin?” His attention was immediately directed towards you the moment you spoke. He hummed in response to show that he was listening.

“Do you think I’m becoming a deadweight?…..I’m useless like this, all of you are better off without me. I…I can’t remember a lot of things. I don’t even remember who I was before the accident.” You took a deep breath, trying to hold in the tears that were trying their hardest to escape.

“Zen…..maybe I was just pulling him down, m..maybe that’s why he left me. I’m…” Jumin was surprised, did you actually remember Zen after all? Your fingers clutched the hospital blankets tightly, you couldn’t help it as tears streamed down your face, waves of pain rolling deep into your heart.

“No. Don’t ever say that. Never say that. You are so precious to all of us, you are more than we deserve. I’ll bring Zen back, if it will set things right.” Jumin pulled you into a hug. “I promise you, MC.”

~Flashback End~

“You promised her that?” Zen says in disbelief.

“She remembers you, deep down she does. Right now, she may not remember you, but she still does, somewhere in her heart. You know what is the right thing to do, so do it.”

“The right thing to do? It doesn’t matter if she remembers me.” Zen’s anger was rising as he spoke, he grabbed Jumin’s suit, he was no longer leaning against the brick wall.

“I RUINED HER LIFE, SHE IS DISABLED BECAUSE OF ME. BECAUSE OF ME! THE ONLY RIGHT THING TO DO IS TO STAY AWAY FROM HER. I AM A DANGER IN HER LIFE!” Jumin clenched his fist and delivered a punch to his face.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! You think that leaving her is the best option?! That you no longer would be a danger to her?! That you would no longer hurt her?! She thinks you left because she did something wrong, she thinks she’s a deadweight and she is suffering emotionally! Stop running away from your problems and start facing them! She needs you!” Zen remained on the floor, not saying anything as he listened to Jumin scold him.

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Shaky breaths escapes your lips as you looked through your phone. You had been so focused on recovering that you had not have the chance to go through everything in your phone.

Pictures of you and Zen kissing, hugging, doing things that couples would do were in the favorites of your photo album.

By now, you had connected the pieces and figured that he is your boyfriend, or was. Scrolling through the texts between you and him, your lips trembled, tears wetting your cheeks.

“Did I do something wrong? Why didn’t he visit me?” You spoke to yourself while memories attacked your mind, memories of you and him. While the memories were returning to you, your head was hurting a lot.

You knew that only half your memories had returned due to the missing pieces when you tried to piece them together.


From: Zen To: MC Remember to take care of yourself, and eat a balanced meal okay? I’ll be at your house around 7 to pick you up. I love you and I can’t wait to see you!

That was the last text he had sent, all of his texts were filled with so much love, but where did all that love go? What happened to it?


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Night had arrived by the time you had half your memories returned and gone through your phone.

Out of all the memories, the one that stood out the most was when Zen first asked you to be his girlfriend under a cherry tree, he had a picnic laid out, lights hanging from the tree, it was romantic.

Thinking that going there might help you to remember more of the memories which you had lost, you made your way there.

You almost reached the tree when you felt your heart stopped, his back facing towards you was Zen, you immediately recognized him from his hair. He was touching the tree saying something that you couldn’t quite hear, you made you way closer to him but not too close.

“Zen.” He froze, slowly turning around to face you.

It was obvious that both of you had been crying.

“MC.” There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you spoke again.

“Why didn’t you visit me?” You remembered every detail of the accident, and you needed to know the truth, if you were the reason or if something else was the reason.

“You need to stay away from me MC, I can’t cause you harm again. I’m a danger to you.” He starts to back away but his facial expression showed that all he wanted to do is stay, but fear kept him from moving forward but backwards instead. Fear that he might harm you again.

“You don’t get to decide that for me. You don’t get to decide if you might cause me harm again, it was an accident, one caused by a drunk driver. You do realized that it isn’t your fault right?” You say as gently as possible, trying to keep your voice steady.

“It is my fault that you got into this accident. I knew that you didn’t like to ride on the motorcycle and I still made you ride it! It’s my fault that you no longer can walk! IT’S MY FAULT THAT YOUR LIFE IS RUINED! It’s best if you stay away MC.” He yells, his tears starts falling down and he turns around and starts to walk away.

“I NEED YOU!” You were desperate for him to stay, which explained why you yelled.

“Please don’t leave me! Hyun!” He stopped walking but he didn’t turn to face you.

“Who said my life is ruined? It’s only ruined without you in it. Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry! Is it because I’m handicapped? I promise to be better, I won’t be a burden to you! Just please, stay!” Were you not getting the point? Zen clenched his fists, he didn’t want you to think that it was your fault because it wasn’t.

His lips trembled as he heard the words escapes your lips.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t leave me again.” Your voice grew weaker as you no longer could hold back your tears as they came flooding down.

“I need you! Ever since I couldn’t walk, all I’ve been feeling is pain, frustration, emptiness. I…I’ve been searching for what was missing from my life the past few weeks and I know it’s you. P…please don’t leave me when I just found you.”

“You’re better off without me,MC.” He starts to walk again and you immediately try to stand up and go after him but your legs fails you and you hit the ground, a cry of pain leaving your lips. Zen turns around and his eyes widens when he sees you on the ground and runs towards you to help you up.

“I’M NOT! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU! These past few weeks without you has been torture for me. Do you know what it’s like to constantly feel like you’re a burden to everyone around you? Do you know the frustrations of not being able to walk and constantly needing help? I needed someone to be there for me, someone to comfort me and encourage me. I NEEDED YOU HYUN! AND I STILL DO! I still need you!” He tries to help you back into your wheelchair but you clutched onto him, remaining on the ground, hugging him tightly.

Zen didn’t know what to do at that moment, he felt so conflicted.

“I’m dying emotionally, I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me.” You were shaking, though still not letting go of him. Zen looks at you and he feels another wave of tears coming but he does nothing to stop it.

He lets out a cry of pain as he broke down, letting every emotional pain that he had felt, out. He was sobbing hard, he had missed you so much, and being away from you was as good as death for him.

The two of you remained there in each other’s arms, letting every emotional pain out.

He pulled you closer to him, hugging you back, his chin resting on your head. Zen started to calm down, and he used his hands to wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry MC, I..I didn’t know. I thought it was better if you weren’t around me. I’m sorry.” He presses a kiss to your head.

“It’s..it’s not your fault, you know that right? P…Please tell me you do, because I…I don’t blame you, and I will never blame you.” Zen nods his head, his eyes squeezed shut,holding you tighter.

“I promise that I’ll never leave you again. I’ll be here if you ever need me.” He pulls away and one hand cups your face, his thumb wipes away your tears. He leans in closer until his lips touches yours, and at that very moment, every memory of him and you returns to you, but this time, there is no pain, only healing.

Sure, you were handicapped, you could not walk, but maybe now, it would not be as hard as it was back then, since Zen would be there with you each step of the way.

“Thank you.” You said to Zen and he begin pushing the wheelchair with you in it.

“Let’s go home MC.”

A Virgil Appreciation Post

AKA @thatsthat24 has a new video and I love it and I didn’t even realise how much I needed this and oh my the character development is superb and this is mostly about Virgil but also Logan and Patton?

Can we just stop for a second and appreciate this soft, precious boy?

Thomas plays him so well. So unbelievably well. I fall in love with Virgil a little bit more every time I see him. Look at him!

PROTECT THIS PRECIOUS BOY

Can I also just add a small reminder that I think Thomas’ hair looks freaking brilliant? I just think he’s a stunning human being?

ALSO can we acknowledge the fact that Patton snapped at Logan? Patton. Snapped. At. Logan. GUYS. This is huge.

And look at Logan’s face.

This was the last thing he expected to happen. The sadness in his eyes contrasted with the frozen-in-mid-exposition body language… Gawd, Thomas, why are you so amazing?! But Patton had just had enough.

Also, Logan giving up and leaving. Everyone’s reactions told us very clearly that Logan has never done this before. He might have left the video first but he’s never left because his feelings were hurt before. As one, the remaining sides all had an ‘oh shit’ moment.

Oh shit, I just hurt Logan’s feelings. I didn’t realise that what I said could actually get to him like that. But I’ve been hurt too, so I’m conflicted.

Oh shit, Logan just left. He just left. He’s never done that before. Honestly, I feel bad for both him and Patton.

Oh SHIT, Logan just bailed. We’re so screwed, what the hell do I do now? I’m not equipped to handle this! Oh god oh god oh god oh god

All in all, Thomas Sanders is a gift to humanity. And to round off this Virgil Appreciation Post, I will of course end with one of my favourite images of Virgil.

I know it’s only in a tiny window in the outro card, but oh my gosh, I just love this. It’s such a small thing to get hung up on, but it just suits Virgil so well and I think he’s perfect and Thomas is brilliant and somebody stop me because I’m fangirling too hard.

Virgil is great. Thomas is great. I’m so hyped for the next part.


I hope that whoever you are, reading this, you’re having a great day. <3

Just Remember

Alright, so, this is probably going to be my last Fic post in THIS blog, it will still be active, it will still post Voltron stuff, I just start posting the fics from my WRITER Blog, so everything is orginized and stuff :D

Anyways, I was having a shitty morning with myself so, I wanted to scream but I couldn’t bc I was in traffic and like, so many people around so I did the best thing: I wrote. 

Langst but also happy langst. Even Lance have these moments guys, they are valid and okay. 

Ps. Hope it’s not too hard or stressful to read? 

Disclaimer: Voltron dosen’t belong to me. 


Shiro’s disappointed glare.

Lance punches the bag.

Pidge’s annoyed roll of eyes.

Another punch followed by a kick.

Keith’s exasperated scoff.

Kick, punch, shout.

Hunk’s exhausted sigh.

Punch, kick, punch, tears.

Coran’s shake of head.

Tears, punch, shout.

Allura’s skeptical frown.

Screams.

Lance screams and shouts and curses. He lets it all out. He lets his words and shouts echo around as he falls to his knees in the middle of the training room. He hiccups as sobs shake his body. He doesn’t bother to wipe away his tears, he lets them fall to the ground and stain the mat below him.

He curses loudly and lividly for every part of him that makes him feel unworthy. He weakly punches the mat as he whimpers and his shoulders lose their strength.

Shiro’s disappointed glare turns into a concern one once he catches Lance’s weak whimpers as he cradles his own hand to his chest.

Frowning in worry, Shiro steps into the training room and takes a seat besides the brunet as Lance tries to hide his injured wrist.

“Lance, buddy, there’s no need to push yourself, I told you.” He reprimands gently, giving him a look when the brunet doesn’t allow him to get a better look of his wrist, “This training is new, you don’t need to be an expert the very same day you learn it.”

Lance sighs as he lets Shiro takes his wrist into his hands and the older teen inspects it carefully. and just hums dryly as an answer.

“Buddy, you’re already our sharpshooter, it’s okay to take your own pace as you learn to improve yourself.” Shiro says quietly after a few minutes in silence as he wraps Lance’s wrist in a white bandage, “You are getting used to the new form of your bayard, these things take time.”

“I know.” Lance answers softly, a small frown on his face, “But I feel like I’m letting you all down if I don’t learn to use it fast enough. What if we are in the battle field and because I still don’t know how to use or if I shot someone innocent or worse, one of you guys, by accident and -”

“Lance.” Shiro cuts off, not unkindly, “You’re our sharpshooter. The entire team and I have full faith in you.” He offers a proud smile at the brunet, “You would never miss a shot.”

Lance takes a deep breath as he let go of his abused lower lip. He sighs, wiping the thin line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth as he raises his head.

“It’s all in your mind.” Lance tells himself, placing a hand over his eyes to block out the light. “It’s all in your mind, it’s all in your mind. It’s okay. It’s valid. Just remember.”

The brunet takes a deep breath. “Just remember.”

He stays in silence for a little longer.

Pidge’s roll her eyes annoyed as Lance cheers in victory when the screen in the break room flashes the words of ‘Victory For Azul’ in big gold letters.

“Yeah, ok, you win this round, Mister.” Pidge says, shoving him by the arm, smirking when the brunet’s laughs, “I will win the next round, for sure.”

Lance chuckles as he raises his hand and ruffles Pidge’s wild bed hair. “We have been playing this game for like two hours, Pidge, aren’t you tired of me already?”

Pidge scoffs as if the mere question offended her. “Pick up your controller, Mr. Spanish; I’m kicking your ass.” She declares as she presses a few buttons and the screen shows the announcement of Round 4.

Pidge wins until Round 10.

Lance’s mouth twitches as his brain keeps filling him with the missing scenes with his team.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

He falls back on the mat and lays down, closing his eyes as he repeats his breathing exercise.

“You’re okay.” He breathes out softly, “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

Keith scoffs exasperated as he watches his boyfriend hog the entire blanket in their bed.

“Lance, no.” He whines, stomping his foot against the floor, “Stop hogging the blanket every time I go take a shower.”

“Nop.” Lance replies from the bottom of the mountain of blankets, “You’re the one who wants to train so late, bear the consequences, buddy.”

“Babe!” The black haired man shouts annoyed and Lance suppresses his snickers as Keith’s pouts.

“Nope.” He repeats gleefully before yelping in surprise when a body slams itself from above, successfully crushing him, “Keith!”

Keith laughs playfully as he lays above Lance comfortably on his stomach, meeting Lance’s bright blue eyes easily even in the darkness around them, “Hi there.”

Lance snorts before he smiles. “Hello, hello.” He answers softly, reaching towards his boyfriend and Keith quickly meets him halfway.

“You’re comfy.” Keith confesses quietly against his lips and Lance laughs.

“Oh, hush.” He says as he smiles and nuzzles his face against Keith lovingly.

Lance hums quietly under his breath as his breathing goes back to normal after a few minutes.

He taps the surface of the mat he’s lying in with the tip of his fingers, following the rhythm of the song he’s humming.

Hunk sighs exhausted as he takes in the sight of his best friend covered in food goo.

“Lance, buddy, what’cha doin’?” He asks, fighting back the grin that threatens to appear as the brunet blinks surprised.

“Uh…” He starts, voice trailing unsure, “The mice made me do it?”

Said group of mice squeak at the accusation before Hunk accepts his losing battle as he laughs.

“Let me guess?” Hunks say and Lance nods, waving his hand as permission, “You tried to make my goo cookies?”

A pause.

“No…?” Lance answers, smiling innocently as some goo falls from his hair and Hunk shakes his head.

“Dude, if you wanted some you could have just ask me.” He says, stepping into the kitchen and wiping some of the goo from his friend’s hair and then grabs a clean cloth from the counter.

Lance pouts as he accepts the cloth and wipes his face. “I didn’t want to bother you.” He confesses softly.

Hunk snort amusedly. “Buddy, baking, food and you will never be a bother for me.” He reassures, smiling big and bright at the sheepish brunet, “Now, come on! Let’s do some baking!”

“I heard baking!” Shiro’s shout echoes around them as the leader of Voltron slides into the kitchen with a bright smile, “I call dibs on Lance’s biscuits.”

“No, no, those are mine, Shiro!” Come Keith’s shout as the younger brother jumps on Shiro’s back to fight him.

Lance and Hunk start baking, ignoring the wrestling brothers on the floor.

The brunet takes his training gloves as he sighs calmly when the door of the training room opens and closes and steps makes their way towards him.

He doesn’t need to open his eyes to acknowledge the warm body lying beside him.

He takes Keith’s hand into his own in silence.

Coran shakes his head and Lance’s face fall.

“Hey, come on, now.” Coran says as soon as he notices the brunet’s sad eyes, “You are doing great, Lance! You got 9 out of 12 correct!” He praises, smiling big and proud at the brunet sitting in front of him.

Lance pouts. “Well yeah, but still, I’m still nowhere good. I can barely understand it! I will be a miracle if I’m ever able to speak it with you guys.”

Coran’s face softens at the words. “Oh, Lance, the mere fact you want to learn Altean is enough. Allura and I are so grateful that you are giving us this small time of normality that allows us to remember our roots.”

He leans forward to ruffle Lance’s head. “You’re doing great, mikró ílio.”

Lance blinks before he beams. “Little sun.” He translates softly and Coran smiles back just as brightly, pride clear in his eyes.

He doesn’t know how long they have been lying there, but at some point, Lance’s humming had stopped but Keith’s voice had filled in the silence, singing softly and quietly under his breath,

Lance allows himself to smile.

Allura’s skeptical frown turns into a confused one as Lance points at the corner of the screen.

“Okay, I understand your point, but wouldn’t it be easier to create a distraction and then just take the quintessence?” She asks and Lance taps his chin in deep thought.

“Well,” He starts, “It’s an option, but remember that the quintessence is something real valuable to the Galra, specially to Lotor now that Zarkon is out of commission. Their guards have been doubled since out last attack.”

Tapping twice into the screen, the video of their last mission appears. “See? The room is filled with druids plus some Galra Soldiers and the occasional Supervisor making rounds. A direct attack would only put them in higher alert even when some of us are sneaking in.”

“So sneaking in from the start is the best option.” Allura muses and Lance shrugs.

“It’s our best shot.” Lance declares, smiling when Allura nods her head at him and smiles.

“Well, you’re our sharpshooter, there’s no way we’re missing this.”

“Thank you, amor.” Lance says softly, turning his head to meet Keith’s face and his heart flutters when Keith’s blue eyes meet his own.

Keith stops his singing to smile gently at his boyfriend, “You okay?” He asks quietly, reaching out to brush Lance’s bangs away from his face and his eyes turn tender when the brunet nuzzles his face against his hand.

“Nah, my mind is still being a bitch.” Lance confesses, turning slightly to drop a small kiss against Keith’s palm, “But you being here kicks its ass, so I will be.”

“And I will be here.” Keith says, leaning forward to drop his own his against the brunet’s forehead.

“Thank you, amor.”

voltron characters as things i have heard people actually say in my ap classes part two:

sendak: “i would willingly stab out my own eye with this pencil if it means i look more badass”

haxus: “sometimes i just look at myself in the mirror and think ‘holy shit i’m so attractive’ or ‘who the fuck dragged this piece of shit out of the garbage’ and there’s just no in between”

thace: “sometimes i sigh so loud that i’m genuinely surprised my lungs aren’t catapulted from my chest cavity”

prorok: “wow can you believe you get to breathe the same air as me ??? you must be blessed *finger guns*”

rolo: “wanna hear about the time i saw jesus after mixing four shots of caffeine with two red bulls and a redline ??? lol i don’t know how i’m alive either but i got my essay done in like twenty minutes”

nyma: “i got an 89 on the last essay and a 36 on the one we just got back and all i can say is get you a girl that can do both”

shay: “*shoving cloth into her bag from the theater department* i keep telling everyone that i own cats but it’s a lie. its a dirty dirty lie these are for the raccoons that visit my backyard. i also buy cat food for raccoons can you believe the predicament i’m in”

kolivan: “bitch i would punt you into the sun no hesitation”

ulaz: “my life is the bee movie except every time someone says ‘essay’ i die just a little more inside”

antok: “everyone says i’m a chill guy but my life is crashing down around me and my internal monologue is one giant keyboard smash on caps lock *takes sip of coffee*”