know your shoes

Jin isn’t gonna start cooking until he talks about his special Pink Puma shoes:

He’s so proud of them, it’s adorable x 

ok but like literally, we have this amazing AH-MAY-ZING opportunity to talk one-on-one with the creator of the universe, the king of kings, the one who literally designed grass and trees and daily chooses the colour of the sky and measured out every single grain of sand. we are able to lock into the presence of the King. we are able to talk, actually talk to and have a conversation with Him. and it’s not just important matters - it’s everything. this wonderful wonderful creator is interested in even the most seemingly useless details. He wants to know how your new shoes feel and He wants to know what your day was like and He wants to hear you blab on about that little thing that hurt your feelings and He wants to listen to you pour you heart out about the person your crushing on and He wants to listen to you sing and sing and sing and He wants to come with you when you go to the doctor and He wants to lay next to you while you stare at the ceiling and He wants to hold your hand when your scared. He is closer than your next breath and He is Holy Royalty and He is so so so invested in you. 

I adore every single moment where Ezekiel does literally anything and Jacob gets frustrated about it.

Give Me Love, 10

Throne Of Glass High School AU

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX

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Saturday Evening:

“What do you think?”

Aelin stepped back from her laptop. She held out her arms slightly, showing off her outfit to Nehemia.

“Mhmmm,” Nehemia placed her head on her hand. She started tapping her chin with her finger, eyes narrowed slightly. “Get rid of the red jacket. You need something more neutral.”

Aelin shredded her red leather jacket, leaving her standing in just her white, flowy t-shirt and dark skinny jeans.

“More neutral.” Aelin repeated, throwing the red jacket on her bad as she walked over to her closet.

“Yeah. The red just seemed too much.” Came Nehemia’s voice through her laptop. “What are you and Rowan doing tonight anyways?”

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  • youngjae: jaebum i need help tying my shoes
  • jaebum: aw! you're so cute when you need help
  • bambam: i also need help tying my shoes
  • jaebum: wtf do it yourself, you little shit. you should know how to tie your shoes
No Memories

Pairing: Dean x Winchester Sister!Reader, Sam x Winchester Sister!Reader, John x daughter!reader

Warnings: Abandonment, drugging, kidnapping, abuse, car crash, hospitalization

Word Count: 4721

A/N: This was written for Kas’ 2.5k Dialogue Prompt Challenge @kas-not-cas My prompt was “You have no idea who I am, do you?”. This takes place about mid season 5, not that it really matters. That is the time frame that fits the ages I’m working with and it was before the bunker. This isn’t the whole story I promise. I meant for this to be a one-shot but it got really long, like this is the longest one-shot I’ve written, and I’m tired from cleaning all day so I thought this was a good place to stop. The second part will probably be really short but it will wrap things up and will be out tomorrow. That being said, I am really proud of this one so tell me what you think feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.Also un-beta-ed and unedited because I’m tired af so all mistakes are mine and I apologize in advance. 

Summary: You are John’s youngest and Sam and Dean’s little sister. You were basically left in their laps by your mother as an infant. One day, when your five years old, you are kidnapped on Dean’s watch. Ten years later you run into Dean in a coincidental accident. What happens when he recognizes you?

^ pretend thats young Dean 

^ I know that’s JJ but lets pretend this is the relationship that Dean and his little sister have.

^When the part comes and you will know it. Imagine this but obviously not as romantic because that would be weird, especially considering the events taking place at that moment.

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Hakyeon

  • everything is tidy, everything costs more than your entire life savings, everything is color coordinated to go with this soft lilac aesthetic and his storage space in the basement of the apartment building is full of artisan scented candles that’s why his apartment always smells like literally. heaven
  • im serious,,,,,,,he is a candles person like look at him,,,,,
  • and most of the kids in your building are convinced small woodland creatures help him get dressed in the morning or something because he looks like a prince that came alive straight out of a movie??? plus he just gives off this really regal, dignified air
  • it’s hard to imagine that he’s just living life like all of us ordinary people like,,,,,,,,,,,
  • has a parakeet for a pet that he named chamomile,,,,,like after the flower,,,,,,,like how cute
  • likes to play ambient instrumental music when he’s cooking or cleaning and he’ll sway to the music and hum ,,,,,,, has a personalized apron that was a gift from his mom like,,,,,,please
  • nags at all his other friends who are living alone because,,,,,,,do they not own feather dusters???? they don’t use coasters?????? 
  • “um i know your shoes are off but where are your slippers hyuk ive bought you like 5 pairs already-”
  • you know hakyeon because you live next door to each other, but also you’ve run into him at the same home economics store like a hundred times and he’s always in the candles section which you think is really adorable
  • like here is this tall, beautiful looking man getting overly excited about candles,,,,,,like it just always makes you smile when you see him
  • and you actually have a date tonight with someone you’ve liked since,,,,,forever and you finally had the courage to ask them out and they’re coming for dinner
  • and as you’re preparing you’re like OOO i should get a candle for the table,,,,,,,but sadly you have none - BUT there is someone who can totally help you out
  • and when you knock on hakyeon’s door he more than gladly lends you a candle and he’s like “are you finally getting into them like me??” and you’re like “hmmm,,,,,,you could say that,,,,,,”
  • and you put it on the table, planning to light it when your date shows up,,,,,,,,but,,,,,,an hour passes
  • than two
  • and you realize as the clock hits 10 pm and your hungry stomach is growling that the person isn’t coming,,,,and you check your phone for absolutely no messages
  • and you sit at the table and put your head down on it and sigh because this always happens, you get your hopes up and they come crashing down around you
  • and you look up and see the candle and you’re like “might as well return this.” so you drag yourself up and knock on hakyeon’s door again
  • and he answers with a smile that turns to a frown when he sees you standing there, dejected and you’re like “i,,,,,,ended up not needing it.”
  • and hakyeon is like looking at you and just from the saddness written over your face he can tell,,,,,,,,,,that this candle was meant to be shared with someone,,,,,,but that didn’t happen
  • and quietly he asks if you might want to talk about it, but you just shrug your shoulders and you’re like “there’s nothing to say, they just,,,,,,didn’t show up.” and hakyeon is like “maybe something came up-” and you laugh sadly and you’re like “i think,,,,,,they just stood me up.”
  • and hakyeon makes a face and is like “well then, they must be out of their minds. but that makes sense.” and you look up at him and he’s like “well,,,,,,,,let’s just say if you asked me to dinner i wouldn’t make you wait number one and i wouldn’t make you cook for me, i’d be thankful to invite you over and cook for you! i’d have to be the one doing the impressing, i’d feel so lucky to have gotten someone like you to say yes to me.”
  • and you’re staring at him,,,,,,,in shock because no one has ever said something so flattering to you and you’re like in your head like he’s just trying to cheer you up it doesn’t mean anything
  • and you try to smile and you’re like “,,,,thank you,,,,,,,if only everyone was like you,,,,,,,,” and hakyeon steps to the side and is like
  • “no one is like me, but im serious. come in and let me impress you, if you’re ok with having that date with me instead?”
  • and for a moment you’re like,,,,,,is this,,,,,,,seriously happening?
  • and hakyeon is smiling, showing you the candle and with a wink he’s like “we can even light this too!”
  • and you suddenly blush,,,,, looking away and hakyeon is like “it’s ok if you feel uncomfortable, i won’t push you to sta-”
  • but your stomach is like please,,,,,,feed me,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,like hakyeon???? inviting you???? to a dinner date?????? did fate arrange this or something,,,,,did getting stood up just turn into the best thing ever????
  • and that’s exactly what happens you find yourself seated at hakyeon’s dinner table and he’s like “pardon my humble choice of cooking instant meals,,,,,,,im not that good,,,,,,at cooking”
  • and you’re like “it’s fine, im impressed either way.” and hakyeon laughs at your little joke and he’s like “is it the candle that got you?”
  • and you’re like “maybe, but also,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard not to be impressed when i just,,,,,well ,,,,,,,look at you”
  • and hakyeon sits back and touches his face and he’s like “really? well,,,,i knew i wasn’t bad looking but im glad it worked on you~”
  • and you’re like “hakyeon, not to be blunt but it works on EVERYONE”
  • and hakyeon laughs again, but this time you can see him clear his throat in slight embarrassment and oh my god YOU just made the GREAT hakyeon blush
  • and you get giddy eating your instant dinner and hakyeon is just like “when i see the person who stood you up, i might just throw this candle in th-”
  • and you’re like no no don’t do that,,,,,but oh my god who knew such savagery lay beneath such a handsome face
  • hakyeon: ;) 

Taekwoon

  • simple, no games, grey and white patterned everything 
  • pictures of his family and of his nephew in frames on his desk and hanging up on his wall
  • doesn’t,,,,,,,,,,,,,have a tv??????? how does he entertain himself?????
  • really big bookshelf though,,,,,he really likes to read. has recently gotten into composing so he bought himself a keyboard and a program for his laptop but he isn’t really sure how to go about it just yet
  • has like (1) painting in his house that his friend ken made for him and taekwoon isn’t even sure,,,,,like,,,,,,what it is,,,,,,,,but ken specifically did it in black and white so it would fit what he calls “taekwoon’s aura” and so taekwoon hung it up,,,,,,like near his bathroom,,,,,,,not somewhere everyone could see it 
  • the most updates appliance in his entire apartment: his fridge. just got a new one because the old one didn’t have an ice-maker
  • doesn’t like magnets but his nephew’s photo has to be in every room so he got a magnet just to put up a photo on his fridge,,,,,,,best uncle taekwoon tbh
  • sings in the shower
  • and of course: has a cat. named it leo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh the irony
  • and so you know him,,,,because you guys live on the last floor of the building and it’s a lot of stories up so when you take the elevator together it’s MEGA awkward because it takes a good 5 min to get up to the last floor and neither of you ever say anything
  • until one day you decide,,,,,hey maybe you’ll try making conversation but of all the things to talk about you like bring up something super random and you’re like “what’s your opinion on,,,,,,,,cats? i think dogs are a bit better as a pet,,,” and taekwoon just looks you dead in the eyes and is like “i have a cat.”
  • and the door opens and he walks out and you’re like OH MY GOD REALLY OUT OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID YOU DONT LIKE CATS AND HE HAS ONE LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE HE-
  • and from that moment on you cannot. get in the elevator with him
  • like you see him coming and you pretend to go back to your mailbox or you just look at your phone and hope he just leaves without you
  • and usually he does until one day he holds the elevator open and he’s like “it’s here, you should come in.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,right. yep
  • and you’re like why the HELL do i live on the highest floor i could have taken the stairs but it would have killed me
  • and as you’re going up, thinking about how horrible the situation is you suddenly hear taekwoon go “did you ever get the dog?” and you look over to him and you’re like ,,,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what
  • but then you remember and you’re like “i,,,,,no i didn’t. i want to, but,,,,,,i don’t know.”
  • and taekwoon is silent again and you’re like i messed up. it’s over for good now
  • until you get to your floor and he’s like “you can come and see my cat. she’ll make you change your mind. cats are great.”
  • and you’re like ?????? is he inviting me over
  • and taekwoon opens his door and holds it and is like “if you’d like, you can come.” and you’re like um,,,,,well ok,,,,,,i suppose
  • and his cat is really pretty,,,,,,all white fur and blue eyes and she takes kindly to you, weaving between your legs curiously and you lean down to let her sniff you before petting her
  • and taekwoon comes over and he’s like “you can hold her.” and he picks her up effortlessly and you stretch out your arms to take her and she’s so,,,,,,,warm
  • and you’re smiling because she’s so cute and you look at taekwoon and you’re like “she’s so calm, i thought cats didn’t like being held”
  • and you go back to the cat and taekwoon watches and the corner of his mouth pulls up a bit
  • and you have to go after a while and taekwoon says goodbye, and for the first time he also adds on a “make sure to eat.”
  • and it gives you the confidence then over the weekend to knock on his door and you’re just sheepishly like hey,,,,,,im going to the animal shelter today to pick out a,,,,,,,,kitten,,,,,,,,,wanna come?
  • and you think he might turn you down but he nods so fast and returns in 1 min with his jacket and keys
  • and you two have fun with all the kittens together and,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s basically a first date because afterwards taekwoon pays for the cat food for you new pet and c’mon only potential boyfriends would do that hEY 

Ken 

  • how,,,,,,,has he survived this long? no one knows 
  • his apartment doubles as his art studio,,,,,and let’s just say it’s more obvious to be an artists studio than it is to be humanly inhabited as an apartment
  • im talking canvases everywhere, paint evERYWHERE, pencils and pens scattered on the floor and stuck into mugs that are sTILL full of coffee
  • when ken sleeps, he sleeps on the floor right beside whatever he’s working on and yes a couple of times he’s rolled himself over a drying painting and ended up waking up covered in stains
  • had to walk around with a big blob of green on his cheek for a good three hours until hongbin came over and was like “what,,,,,,is on your face?”
  • likes to party and drink, at other peoples houses with other people or by himself with his art
  • hakyeon once told him to maybe get some decorations so ken picked a flower from the street and stuck it into an empty wine bottle and was like “wa-la,,,,,,,,,,,flower in a vase”
  • hakyeon smack his hand against his face so loud the Whole world can hear it
  • probably walks around his apartment fully naked like that’s the Most Normal thing
  • and one night,,,,,,,,,drunk painter ken ends up forgetting his keys (of course) and so to get into his home he needs to climb the fire escape
  • and he’s 100% sure he’s climbing it up to the open window of HIS living room
  • but instead he goes head first onto a carpet,,,,,,and he doesn’t have a carpet,,,,,,,,but you do
  • and you jump off the sofa, almost spilling your drink all over yourself when you see this long limbed dude climb through your window
  • and you’re like whaT THE HELL and you pick up a nearby magazine to use as a weapon
  • but then the person rolls over and you see the face and you’re like “ken?”
  • and he makes a noise and you’re like “ken,,,,,,what the hell are you doing?” 
  • and you look out of the window to figure out how he got up here because yeah the fire escape,,,,,,,,but that thing is like 15 feet off the ground how did he climb the side of the wall,,,,,,,,,,,,while being drunk?????
  • and you wanna ask him but he’s fallen asleep, drooling onto your carpet
  • and you’d wake him up with a kick or something but,,,,,,,you feel bad for him also like maybe,,,,,,,,just a bit,,,,,,,,you’ve always found him really cute
  • so you cover him with a blanket and get back on your couch
  • and when you wake up it’s ken whose shaking your shoulder and you’re ??????? huh and he’s like “HEY thanks for letting me crash on your floor, im gonna go now”
  • and you’re like huh what ok
  • and you go back to sleep and when you wake up you’re like what,,,happened,,,,,,was it a dream???/
  • but when you leave your house to go shopping you see something taped to your door and it’s a little drawing of ken smiling and he’s like ‘thanks for not kicking me out! thanks for letting me climb through your window!’
  • and you laugh and keep the drawing and when you’re coming back home you see ken on his way inside too and you’re like “hows your hangover?” and he’s like “KILLER, but last night gave me some art inspiration!!” and you’re like omg that’s cool and he’s like “by the way - how do you feel about sitting for a portrait?” and you’re like “that sounds nic- WAIT WHAT” and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to paint you. if that’s ok,,,,,,,i was originally gonna paint you from memory but i kinda want to look at you more.”
  • and you’re like “so you can paint me better?”
  • ken: “oh no, i just like looking at you.”
  • you: “are you flirting with me after climbing through my window drunk last night?”
  • ken: “is it,,,,,,,,,,working?”
  • you: “a little”
  • ken: “then yes im flirting with you, how about this i paint you and you tell me about yourself,,,,,,like a first date kinda situation,,,”
  • and you sit there, well more like avoid sitting on any wet paint stains and ken is working on drawing you but he’s also asking you silly questions like what your alien name would be
  • and he’s really cute,,,,,,when half his body isn’t hanging out of your window
  • also he really can draw,,,,but you’re also like “ken where’s all your furniture”
  • and ken just makes a vague hand gesture and he’s like “somewhere”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,ooo so minimalist 
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posted 6/4/17

request? yes
   “ #14 , fem!reader, Montgomery please! ”
prompt #14: reader and character is making fun of each other which leads to making out/smut

pairing(s): montgomery x fem!reader

warning(s): fingering, and that’s it

a/n: okok, so this is my first smut like, eVer - so deep apologies if this is bad
++ i wrote this on my way to school so guess who thought about having sex with montgomery for a good 2 hours? :’)
+ THIS IS SO BAD OML, I’M SORRY


“Can you tutor me today?”

You roll your eyes and slam your locker shut, turning on your heel to face the brunette haired boy behind you. “Your ego is bigger than your IQ, Montgomery. So I don’t think so.” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “And your ass is as big as your head.” Montgomery chuckles, you rolling your eyes once again as the both of you walk out of Liberty High together.

“You know people say that your shoe size matches the size of your dick?” you laugh, looking down at Montgomery’s - surprisingly - large feet.

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Drabble Challenge:

Rules: Followers send a number to your Inbox (Ask), and you write a drabble using that dialogue in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!


  1. Don’t you dare say another word.
  2. We’re going to freeze to death
  3. I don’t mind if I do
  4. I’ve never seen you dance before
  5. What do you mean you’re leaving?
  6. You drank a gallon of milk over night
  7. Please, I’m begging you.
  8. You don’t know how to tie your shoes?
  9. Is a chicken really a bird if they can’t fly?
  10. You it be a grown up, but you’re still my baby
  11. I got fired.
  12. We’re out of money?!?
  13. Have you seen my stamp collection?
  14. Fire! Fire! Fire!
  15. You watched 4 seasons today?
  16. Stop questioning my life choices.
  17. You didn’t have to marry me, you know
  18. It’s my turn to pick
  19. It’s a hundred degrees out
  20. When’s the last time you smiled?
  21. Stop being such a brat
  22. If I wanted one, I would have gotten it myself
  23. Wanna see something cool?
  24. I think it’s broken
  25. This is a once in a lifetime thing and you want me to blow it off
  26. Friends don’t last, they never last
  27. Sometimes I just don’t want to exist
  28. I should’ve written it down
  29. Go eat an exotic food or something
  30. Way to not like my Instagram post
  31. Remember Walkmans?
  32. He would have really loved that…
  33. It’s a shame when things, when people, go so soon
  34. They used to tell me I’d never amount to anything
  35. I almost didn’t graduate
  36. I should’ve stayed in bed
  37. I woke up knowing this would happen
  38. I had a dream last night about _____
  39. She sat next to me on the bus
  40. Just promise to never lie to me, okay?
  41. I thought you said you were a doctor
  42. This cost a thousand dollars?!
  43. Foreigners…pffft
  44. He used to be my best friend.
  45. Look at them, their perfect tans and cold margaritas…assholes
  46. I’m not the jealous type, I swear
  47. I didn’t cheat!
  48. Let me smell your breath
  49. Did you let the dog out?
  50. We’re taking you downtown
  51. If you don’t like it, leave.
  52. She’s got a way with words
  53. I didn’t know it when I met her
  54. It sure as hell does change things!
  55. I remember when you were a baby!
  56. Give me my beer, or else
  57. You asked me if unicorns were real
  58. If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
  59. Why so glum?
  60. Cotton candy is for adults too, leave me alone.
  61. Yeah, okay, when pigs fly.
  62. I haven’t seen you in ages!
  63. Picnics are for losers
  64. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change anything
  65. Somethings are just better as memories
  66. She was hot, admit it
  67. When the hell did you break the vacuum?
  68. We’re rich.
  69. Bed. Now.
  70. Call me that one more time, see what happens
  71. Don’t ever call here again
  72. Your brother told me all about it
  73. I’m pregnant.
  74. Happy birthday!
  75. Apples, oranges, same thing
  76. Don’t let it go to your head
  77. Is it gone?
  78. Where’s the first aid kit?
  79. What do you mean you’re in jail?
  80. Fight me.
  81. Will you marry me?
  82. stop worrying so much
  83. Come on! Hurry!
  84. Put your hands where I can see them
  85. Strike 3
  86. You’re cute with glasses
  87. Are you five?
  88. You have enough
  89. Are you drunk?
  90. Road trip!
  91. You’ve been listening to the same song on repeat all week….
  92. She’s your sister. You have to help her.
  93. I owe you what?
  94. Let’s bet.
  95. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
  96. I could’ve gone pro
  97. All I need is you, and Cheerios
  98. You don’t need another dog
  99. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth
  100. Nobody needs fake friends
  101. I just want somebody who’ll text first
  102. Buy me chocolates and tell me everything’s going to be okay
  103. Are you asking me out?
  104. Remember that really embarrassing memory you told me to never speak of again?
  105. I’m soaked.
  106. He’s been like that all day
  107. This house isn’t even haunted
  108. Isn’t that bad luck?
  109. Shut up and dance
  110. *Make your own*

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Frye Twins x Reader ~ Family

Originally posted by assassinscreed


People say in your final moment, your life flashes before your eyes.

It does.

The first two decades of your life, you would say, weren’t really exciting. Being the only child in your family you continued the legacy of your parents. Born and raised in Crawley you trained with the reckless Ethan Frye to become a Master Assassin. Matching to his longing to court danger you were a free spirit yourself. The two of you were almost like siblings. Inseparable and the perfect team to take out the Templars. Well, until Ethan met Cecily – his future wife.

You were on your own again during missions, but you didn’t really mind the loneliness. It changed rather fast, when you saved George Westhouse’s life. You took him to the Brotherhood so he can join and become your new partner.  

In the meantime, the Brotherhood in Crawley got a fifth member. Duncan Hardy – your future husband. So a handful of highly skilled Assassins should be more enough to take back London from the Templars. 100 years they had the upper hand. It had been the time to change that. Or so.

1847 changed everything for you and the Brotherhood in general. Ethan and Cecily were expecting a child, while Duncan and you weren’t blessed in that way. Yes, you were happy for them and jealous at the same time.  

A day before the twins were born, Ethan fails on his mission miserably, which resulted in Duncan, his current partner, getting killed. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the chance to mourn over your loss. On the 9th November 1847 Cecily died after giving birth to Evie and Jacob Frye. Healthy twins.

“Cecily, please, you can’t do this to me! They need their mother”, you cradle the little bundle in your arms hoping to stop Evie from screaming, while Jacob takes a nap on the bed. Born and already a lazy ass. Cecily flashes you a slight smile, which doesn’t reach her tired eyes. Her time is slowly running out, but at least she knows her two angels are in good hands. In yours and Ethan’s.

“You are going to be such a great mother. I would be honored if you take care of them. Please”, how could you say no to her begging eyes? And after all, to be a mother is still a wish of yours. “Sure, I will do my best”, you mumble under your breath trying not to choke on your tears.

Like Cecily has been waiting for your answer, the sparkle in her eyes dies. The door gets pushed open as Ethan rushes in the room panting heavily. True happiness appears on his face, but it doesn’t last long. “Cecily? Cecily!”, you step into his way before he can reach his deceased wife. You got a last look at Duncan’s dull eyes, which are hunting you in your dreams. He shouldn’t endure the same.

“Take care of Evie. I’ll coordinate everything else. We got this, Ethan”, you have no idea how you will keep everything under control, but it will work out somehow. The Master Assassin flashes his hidden blade just an inch under your chin, “Don’t tell me what to do!” Nothing is going to work out well.

Without a word you swipe away the blade from your skin. Then you wrap Evie and Jacob up in a blanket to carry them out of the room. “Ethan-”, you try your luck to talk some sense into his head, but he cuts you off rudely, “Out!” The Grief takes the best of him. Hopefully he will get himself back on track. The twins need their father. 

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I feel like the Futurama writers should have capitalized on Fry being thrust “a 1000 years into the future” more often. There’s so much comedic potential in it, just imagine.


[when he first arrives in the future] “The year 3000!? …You mean I haven’t bathed in a thousand years? Oh, my God! Where’s the phone book, Ripley’s not gonna believe this!”

and

“My answer is the same as it was a thousand years ago: No, I do not want to join the Jehovah’s Witness.”

and

“Haven’t you heard of ‘respect your elders’? I’m a thousand years older then you! If I tell you to order pizza you’re answer should be ‘How high?’”

“Fry, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Hermes. When you’ve lived a thousand years maybe you can decide whether or not my phrases make any sense. Until then-”


And then there are the rebuttals:

“You’re a thousand years old and you still don’t know how to tie your shoes? Really, meatbag?”

“Shut up, Bender.”

and

[Fry speaks]

“Says the person who hasn’t gotten laid in a thousand years.”

“Shut up, Bender.”

and

“Yeah, you don’t wanna get with him, lady. He’s a thousand year old senile. The forecast for the weather in his Netherlands is ‘2.3 inches of poor performance, 100% chance of disappointment.’” 

“Shut UP, Bender!”

Shameless (Connor x Deaf! Reader)

W/C: 1929 whoops

Warnings: Bullying, cursing, general angst

Requested by anon: “Can you do a Connor Murphy x Deaf!Reader where the reader is new and when the people at the high school find out they kind of outcast and bully the reader. Possibly add in that Connor learns sign language for the reader”

(A/N: I researched, and I’m doing my best to portray this properly. Apologies if I don’t…the rest is under the cut noice)

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New school. New people. New social structure. Same you.

Being born the way you were, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It was a complication during your mother’s pregnancy, and that was that. Being deaf wasn’t a cage of isolation or a damnation of any kind. It was just different.

Leave it up to high school to change that.

Teenagers aren’t as accepting of the things children tend to look past. You started ninth grade at a cutesy little high school in New Jersey. You even had a best friend named Michael. Despite your happy outlook on the world, it slowly began withering away as people called you names and treated you like some sort of alien. You technically couldn’t hear them, but it didn’t make it hurt any less when you could read their lips.

You got bullied out of that school. The next one wasn’t too heinous. You were practically invisible, and began to enjoy it. However, after a chain of suicides and a freak explosion, your mother made you transfer before you had a chance to protest.

That’s how you met the beautiful son of a bitch, otherwise known as Connor Murphy.

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“[Name], really,you’re being ridiculous,” your mother said. Rather, she signed, but ASL is a confusing thing if you don’t understand it, and sentences are very broken up. You knew what she meant, though.

Most of the time, you read her lips, or used SEE. You could kinda use gestures and motions to convey what you needed, but not in the car.

You rolled your eyes. “Not. School. People. Bad.” You signed back. Pulling up to the school, you waved to your mother with a semi fake grin. You didn’t wanna meet new people, or have them pity you, or whatever. You weren’t in the mood for teachers who didn’t understand you, or kids trying to harass words out of you.

The principal was nice enough. He spoke slowly and clearly, aware that you needed it in order to understand. He explained that the teachers were aware of the circumstances, and that they’d teach accordingly.

When you were younger, you had special classes or a translator. You insisted that it wouldn’t be necessary after your first high school, specifically because you didn’t want people knowing. Being deaf wasn’t something you were ashamed of, but the less your classmates knew, the better.

Clutching your books, you strolled off to your next class. You paid attention to your surroundings, unlike some people. Colliding with another boy, you stumbled back.

You composed yourself, glaring at him. He had messy, long brown locks and a dainty nose. Bending over to pick up the fallen books, you met eyes.

He had the most beautiful eyes. Colors had always been something you thoroughly appreciated, and this string bean had the most stirring blue eyes you’d ever seen. The blue puddles bled into brown in his right eye, and you found yourself gaping.

“H-hey, I’m sorry…” He mumbled casually. Looking up, he realized he didn’t recognize you, and his face lit up. It meant a new start.

“You the new girl? I’m Connor.” He rubbed the back of his neck, handing you the books and standing up. You weren’t aware he was speaking, though, because you were looking at the floor at the time.

“What’s your name?” Connor asked meekly. He spoke so quickly, you couldn’t understand. He looked at your notebook, nodding as if he’d answered his own question and tapping the curly handwriting. “Ah, [name]. Nice to meet you, then. I’ll see you around” he nodded again, scurrying off.

With a confused smile, you turned over your pile of books. The bottom one had your name neatly labeled across it, and you came to the conclusion he knew your name. You didn’t know his, though.

Your shoes dragging across the tile floors, you sighed, lost in thought. It could have gone a lot worse.

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Connor stood in the boy’s bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror.

“Dork.” He took a deep breath. “She didn’t know you. She doesn’t think you’re a freak! Well, she didn’t. Now she probably does…” Connor huffed, rubbing his face hopelessly.

“Who the fuck cares?” He thought out loud. “The other kids would have told her anyway. That you’re a loser. A freak and a half.” He convinced himself, sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor.

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“This is [name]. She just moved here, and I hope you all treat her well.” The first-period teacher introduced.

To them, it probably seemed like a teacher thing to say, but to you, the pity vibe you knew all too well panged in your heart.

Every class seemed to go quickly, which you were grateful for. The teacher would introduce you, and you’d nod and wave and smile or whatever before sitting back down. People probably assumed you were just the quiet new kid. That was true to an extent. Admittedly, you struggled without an interpreter, which is why your parents practically begged you that it was a bad decision. At the time, though, you thought anything was better than being alienated yet again.

Then came lunch.

You sat by yourself, picking at a peanut butter and jelly mindlessly as you doodled. It was an eye. Well, two eyes. Mystery boy’s exquisite, multicolored eyes. Not that you’d been thinking about him, or his long legs or tangly chestnut hair. He was just nice from an aesthetic standpoint.

That’s when you saw him. He came up to you slowly, as if he was regretting his actions or having second thoughts, but he sat across from you despite this.

“I'mmmm…. sorry,” He said, dragging out the words enough that you understood.

You simply shook your head, waving your hand as if to say it wasn’t a huge deal. After a half a minute of silence, he was discouraged by your lack of conversation and stood up.

“Actions speak louder than words. Always.” Your mother’s voice echoed through your head.

You grabbed his wrist, and he looked back at you with confusion. Looking at his seat, he understood that you wanted him to stay. It seemed that, with this boy, you had to be very direct. Taking out a piece of paper, you wrote it out in big letters.

I’M DEAF

Taking the piece of paper in his hands, you saw his expression scream with remorse and horror.

“O-oh, my god, I’m so fucking sorry” He uttered an apology, and you got the gist of his message.

I’m sorry. My name is Connor if you didn’t catch that earlier.

Don’t be sorry. You didn’t know. I can read your lips if you speak clearly enough.

He grinned a little, a signature half smile that you’d come to adore. He continued to ask you questions, and you’d answer to the best of your ability with gestures. When answers got too elaborate, you wrote them down.

Turned out you had the rest of your periods with him, so you two had lunch and three academic periods with him.

Connor walked with you to class, which was a big help because you didn’t know the way. He even sat next to you in class, and he wrote notes for you. Admittedly, he hated paying attention in class, but he felt good helping you. He felt less helpless. Less useless. It was a nice change. You made Connor feel like you wanted to spend time with him, as opposed to being stuck with his presence. It was heartwarming, and your condition remained a secret between the two of you and the faculty.

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It went on like that for four days. Four sweet, serene days with a friend that you cherished. Connor had even bought you a little notebook for your disposal. You’d text him a lot, too.

Connie: Hey hey hey

Me: Why are you up? It’s 1 AM

Connie: Reading, u?

Me: Wait, back up. Connor Murphy. Reading?!?!

Connie: Yup

Me: I didn’t know you could read.

Connie: Shush.

Me: Whatcha reading?

Connie: …

Connie: I’m learning ASL :))

It was probably the first time Connor had truly surprised you. That was two days ago. It was Friday now, and you met at your locker as you’d become accustomed to doing.

“Morning,” Connor waved casually with a yawn. He then took a deep breath and signed “hi” to you successfully with a dorky grin. You smiled, too. A real, genuine, couldn’t-be-happier smile. Throwing your arms around him in a hug, you saw trouble approaching over Connor’s shoulder.

“Aw, the freak found a lady freak!” A jock sneered, and Connor released you at the sound. Whipping around, his fists clenched. You watched his knuckles turn white.

“What the fuck did you call [name]?” He demanded of the bully, stepping closer.

The witless imbecile snickered. “There’s gotta be something wrong with her if she wanted you, Murphy,” he spat. “Tell me about her” He whispered. Connor was angry. Angry at the world for letting assholes roam the earth. Angry at this specific asshole for existing. Angry at himself for letting you become a target.

Connor didn’t owe the neanderthal a word, and everyone there knew it. You grabbed his sleeve, insisting that you two go, but he shook his head. All you could do is stand next to him and watch.

“You wanna hear about [name]? Alright. That’s probably the easiest question I’ve ever heard at this goddamn school. She’s pretty, and deep, which is hard to find. She’s headstrong, and kicks life’s ass every single day.” Connor crossed his arms. He was on a roll now. He didn’t even check to see if you could understand- which you could, because he was so emphatic with each word.

“Keep going,” The bully egged on, looking for something he could use against you.

“Gladly. She’s graceful and modest. [Name] has the most fucking beautiful laugh in the world, and she’s never even heard it-” Connor stopped in his tracks, and everyone’s jaw dropped. The bully cocked his head to the side, glaring at you.

“You…you can’t hear me?” he glared, and you looked down at your feet. You didn’t wanna read what he was saying.

For a brief second, you looked back up at Connor, who kept repeating that he was sorry. His eyes were a bit red, and you couldn’t tell if it was him about to cry or he was high and you didn’t notice. Either way, you weren’t all that happy.

You decided to show them both a gesture that anyone, deaf or not, could understand. With a flash of your middle fingers, you strutted off to class on your own.

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By lunch, everyone knew. The stares were obvious, and the whispers apparent, but you did your best not to care. Eating by yourself sucked, though.

There was a tap on your shoulder, and you jumped a little, surprised. It was Connor. You rolled your eyes, looking back at the table. He continued to poke you. With a groan, you reluctantly looked over at him.

“I’m sorry. Very. Very. Sorry” He stressed each word as it’s own sentence. You could tell how upset he was, and knew he didn’t mean to tell your secret. Smiling softly, you pulled a note out of your pocket that you had written earlier.

Life is always gonna suck, but you make it better

Connor read it. Overwhelmed by emotion and giddiness, he kissed you. Happily surprised, you kissed back. You taught one another, that no matter what, to be proud of who you were.

An incredibly important scene. Incredibly important.

quick apology, i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting much these past few weeks! i feel terrible– trust me, but life’s been busy and i’ve been stuck on writers block for a bit now.. i’m really trying to shake out of it though! but thank you to everyone for the encouragement and the sweet words, it means the absolute world to me. sorry for spillin’ my heart out here babes i just love you all so much i’m sorry i’ve been neglecting you!! ♥


Zen:
  • He tries his hardest to make you feel safe and sound while living together. He helps you study the layout of the house by holding his hands around your waist, being your eyes and guiding you around the home as many times as you need until you feel you have it memorized. It ends up in a tiny dance, you have no clue how suddenly you two were waltzing together in the living room– But hey, no complaints here.
  • He doesn’t want to make you feel smothered, independence is a trait that’s very important to have; but he still keeps a watchful eye out for you in moderation. You two have talked about the fact that you can preform lots of tasks on your own, you’ve learnt to adapt so he doesn’t need to help you with everything. Every once in awhile help is needed, but for now the both of you are mutual grounds with everything. He helps whenever you ask, it makes him nervous when you go out by yourself or do things that would be considered dangerous when you can’t see– But he knows you’ve lived with this for awhile, you know your way around. It’ll be fine.
  • It’s always nice to take you to your therapies. He loves to see how amazing you’re doing with your mobility exercises, the progress is something he prefers to journal as well. He’s never really been one to do that before, but now that he’s someone’s sight he’s learned to be much more organized in everyday life. Like a habit nowadays.
  • He has to make sure the fridge is organized exactly so you can know what’s in there, your shoes are always in the right place, there’s never anything laying on the ground that’s easy to fall over. It’s worth it, stressful but he loves you and wants to make you feel at ease in your own home.
Jumin:
  • Similar to Zen, he’ll help you around the house so you can sort of get a mental picture of the layout of it all. His home is fairly large, so he doesn’t want you ever falling. Gets rid of furniture that would be easy to trip on or things that could be in your way just to be safe, puts couches against the walls or tables out of the way.
  • Hes naturally a protective man, so he likes to watch out for you– But being so close with V, he knows what it’s like when people treat you as if you’re helpless all the time. A lot of people treat V like a lost puppy, he’s seen it– But Jihyun gets along just fine. Like anybody else would. So he doesn’t want to make you feel as if he’s mothering you, gives you all the independence you feel you need and helps you with anything on the side.
  • Loves reading to you whenever he gets the chance. It’s like his time to take a break from everything and just be alone with you. Equally loves it when you read to him, braille is such an interesting thing. He’s curious to learn it for himself, with you to help teach him.
  • Jokes about getting Elizabeth the 3rd in for a seeing animal class, but he would let you have a service dog if you’d like. He really doesn’t like dogs, but for you he would cave to whatever you needed.
Yoosung:
  • He’s never been around many people who were blind before.. He doesn’t exactly know how to handle things; all he knows is that he loves you so much. He’d learn to cope, as long as you two were in it together.
  • You explain how you don’t need to be watched all the time, you’re perfectly fine with doing everyday things on your own. You’ve become accustomed to everything yourself, so there’s no need to be worried. That puts his mind at ease a lot, he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s overpowering or anything. So whenever you need help, he’s there! When you don’t, he won’t pressure you or anything. Trusts that you’ve been around the block a few times, you know what you’re doing.
  • He really doesn’t like it when people are disrespectful to you. Especially in public, people yell for getting tapped with a cane or even try to jump over your cane. Seriously? It makes him so angry, people have no respect now days. He’ll equally cuss them out until they leave you be, or when you tell him about it at home he’ll just give you a hug and tell you it’s okay, you shouldn’t be upset about it. But you’re used to it, and that makes him sad.
Jaehee:
  • It’s surprising, and new– So she has a lot of questions. Just to make you feel more comfortable. Asks what sort of things you’d like her to do, what wouldn’t you want her to do, etc etc. Writes everything down in her notes for future reference; she wants to make you feel at ease and doesn’t want to mess up at all.
  • After reassurance that you’re capable of completing everyday things on your own, her nerves will be put at ease by a land slide. She doesn’t want to act like a mother in the relationship, so let’s you do as you please but is there to help when you need it.
  • She makes sure everything is in its place for you to find, like shoes, food, remotes etc. It’s really hard balancing work and your needs but she tries her hardest. The stress is worth it in the end, being with you is worth it.
Seven:
  • Hes a very messy person, so he’s so scared when you move in with him since it’s hard to keep things tidy. He makes sure to try and keep chip bags in the trash, clothes in the hamper, basically things you could slip on out of the way at all times.
  • He makes sure you have everything you need or helps you when he’s able, but other than that there’s not much difference with the relationship. You two are normal besides the jokes, his odd jobs and unhealthy eating habits. Oh, and weird “first meeting” story. The look on people faces when you say “ oh yeah, I met my boyfriend because we took down a cult together, he got shot and nearly died, and we rescued his brainwashed brother. Great first date! ” a lot of people assume that’s how you lost your sight– Like some superhero backstory.
  • Everyone sort of praises him for being with you, and god does that piss him off. He’s not rescuing you or becoming your guardian, he’s your boyfriend. It’s not as if you didn’t get along fine before he came along. You’re a capable person, people don’t get that. Most of the time you’re the one taking care of him since he’s obviously a bit of a mess. He’s so grateful for all that you do, just wishes other people could see that too.