last one from this game i promise


warning:  death, murder, loss mention. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Are you a genius or something? ❜
❛ You look too young to have gotten into medical school. ❜
❛ When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you. ❜
❛ Imagination is more important than knowledge. ❜
❛ Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world. ❜
❛ Your girlfriend thinks you’re going to break up with her.  ❜
❛ I was a little bit of a nerd. Is that so surprising? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s weird that I knew that ballad? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s why I can’t get a date? ❜
❛ We’re looking for a needle in a haystack. ❜
❛ I got a list of things I want to try before it’s too late. ❜
❛ What is food to one, is to others bitter poison. ❜
❛ Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❜
❛ If I told you that, what would I have left for myself? ❜
❛ It is those we live with and love, and should know, who elude us. ❜
❛ What could you possibly learn that you don’t already know? ❜
❛ In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. ❜
❛ I have other options besides shooting a man. ❜
❛ The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children. ❜
❛ Do you ever ask yourself how you make a decision like that? ❜
❛ What’s happened to that boy in the year I stopped looking for him? ❜
❛ I mean, how do you give yourself that kind of permission? ❜
❛ A year ago, I gave up on looking for him – there were so many other kids. ❜
❛ Look, I know this job is important to you, but we’re important, too. ❜
❛ That makes it sound like the bandit’s doing the stripping. ❜
❛ Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it. ❜
❛ You tend to forget, don’t you? ❜
❛ You really are afraid of the dark. ❜
❛ It’s not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it. ❜
❛ It’s not really the kind of thing that happens around here, you know? ❜
❛ Ever talk to someone who wants to continually show you he’s smarter than you?  ❜
❛ If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate. ❜
❛ In order to learn the important lessons in life, one must each day surmount to fear. ❜
❛ What if it’s not? What if next time he kills somebody? ❜
❛ All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That’s in the nature of secrets. ❜
❛ We all have secrets. Would you want us profiling you? ❜
❛ We all have secrets. ❜
❛ You trying to say something to me right now. ❜
❛ Only if you’re hiding something. ❜
❛ Are you saying I had nothing to do with making you who you are? ❜
❛ To get away with murder, you simply don’t tell anyone. ❜
❛ Call me first. I’d love to pick your brains. ❜
❛ My hope is that one day you’ll feel the way I do too. ❜
❛ If I ever find myself feeling the way you do, I’ll kill myself. ❜
❛ Tired of people using religion… to justify the terrible things they do. ❜
❛ Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters. ❜
❛ An earthly kingdom cannot exist without inequality of persons. ❜
❛ It is a wise father who knows his own child. ❜
❛ Within the core of each of us is the child we once were. ❜
❛ If we knew each other’s secrets, what comforts we should find. ❜
❛ There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses. ❜
❛ Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. ❜
❛ I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay. ❜
❛ Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. ❜
❛ Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely. ❜
❛ Delay is the deadliest form of denial. ❜
❛ The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other. ❜
❛ In youth we learn; in age we understand. ❜
❛ Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity. ❜
❛ We all live in a house on fire. No fire department to call, no way out. ❜
❛ Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win. ❜
❛ To lose a child is to lose a piece of yourself. ❜
❛ How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss? ❜
❛ Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what’s happened that day. ❜
❛ There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness. ❜
❛ I’m so sorry for your loss. And if you or your son need anything… ❜
❛ Life is a game; play it. Life is too precious; do not destroy it. ❜
❛ If I am what I have and if I lose what I have, who then am I? ❜
❛ Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive. ❜
❛ We will find you, you sick son of a bitch! ❜
❛ Is that another promise? ❜
❛ Whatever you are, be a good one. ❜
❛ Without heroes, we are all plain people and don’t know how far we can go. ❜
❛ I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. ❜
❛ I can’t talk you out of this. It’s a great life. ❜
❛ There is no such thing as part freedom. ❜
❛ Come near my team and I will end you. ❜
❛ When I let go of what I am I become what I might be. ❜
❛ The grave soul keeps its own secrets and takes its own punishment in silence. ❜
❛ It is not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways. ❜
❛ Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ Bring the past only if you’re going to build from it. ❜
❛ What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do. ❜
❛ Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge. ❜
❛ You may leave school, but it never leaves you. ❜
❛ Everybody wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die. ❜
❛ Three can keep a secret if two are dead. ❜
❛ At the gambling table, there are no fathers or sons. ❜
❛ Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath. ❜
❛ Nothing fixes a thing so intently in the memory as the wish to forget it. ❜
❛ All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. ❜
❛ Death ends a life, not a relationship.  ❜
❛ There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. ❜
❛ The universe doesn’t like secrets; it conspires to reveal the truth to lead you to it. ❜
❛ Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil. ❜
❛ Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. ❜
❛ Forgiveness does not change the past but it does enlarge the future. ❜
❛ A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. ❜
❛ The past is never dead. It’s not even past. ❜
❛ A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. ❜
❛ Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence. ❜

Should Tomorrow Never Come

by mldrgrl
Rated PG
Summary: Set during the cancer arc and I’m sorry

He couldn’t stay away.  Consequences be damned, his partner was dying, and Mulder could not just walk away.  He waited until the halls were quiet and an easily distracted night nurse was on duty to slip inside her room.  He tilted the blinds on the inside window just enough to shield him from from view and silently moved a chair to her bedside.  He had sat vigil for her once before when it looked like the end was near, and if there was a way to will her back from the edge not once, but twice, he would do it.

She had been taking off the ventilator, which he wasn’t sure was a good sign or not, considering she had a DNR on file that the hospital was well aware of.  He didn’t know how to make sense of her hospital chart.  That was her job and he wished he could wake her up to explain it to him.  Careful to avoid the IV in her arm, he slipped one hand under her hers and covered it with his other hand.  Her fingers moved between his hands, likely a reflex, but her lashes fluttered lightly and her head tipped just a little towards him.

Mulder rubbed the top of Scully’s hand and stroked the line of her thumb with his.  Her eyes drifted open and shut in slow intervals, unable to shake sleep so easily.  At one point she gave him a dreamy smile, took a deep breath and let out a soft sigh.  Eventually, she managed to focus on him, but it was with the glassy gaze of the heavily sedated.

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The Steven Multiverse

I was re-watching Say Uncle recently since the show is coming back in two weeks and I really don’t have a lot going on while I’m looking for a job. Now, as I was watching through it something caught my eye that made my theory senses tingle.

Obviously, Say Uncle isn’t canon, but the fact of the matter is that it exists, so if it’s not explicitly canon it is at the very least a part of it’s own canon: an alternate universe where the events of SU still take place up until that point, but in which Say Uncle is canon as well

Now back to what I saw that piqued my interest. The frames were brief but there was enough time to pick out a list of individuals who Uncle Grandpa had helped out prior to the episode

For the sake of brevity I’m not going to include all of the, but among those listed are characters from Dexters Lab, the Powerpuff Girls, Ed Edd ‘n Eddy, and The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. Basically, Uncle Grandpa has met with pretty much every Cartoon Network character since the mid 90′s. From this we can conclude that this episode’s universe overlaps in some way or another with the multiverses of each of these shows, and this is huge news, because it means the things those shows overlap with are are also in the same multiverse.

For the first branch, let’s go with Billy and Mandy, because that’s the smaller one and when I say this is huge I’m not exaggerating. If anything i’m endaggerating, this shit is goddamn brobdingnagian.

Now, this should go without saying for those of you who watched this growing up, but for those of you who didn’t or just don’t remember very well, but Billy and Mandy takes place the the Lovecraft Mythos, with Billy having summoned both Cthulhu and Yog’Sothoth at different points in the show. The Lovecraft mythos, which has been added to by horror writers for almost a century is nothing short of enormous. Even non-horror series have had Cthulhu appear before, including South Park, Rick and Morty, and Gravity Falls (the last two of those also intersect with each other directly, as Grunkle Stan’s mug entered a portal in the latter, only to emerge from one of rick’s portals in the former)

At this point ladies, gentlemen and assorted third parties, we are no longer in the mere scope of Steven Universe, but if you thought we were done here, you’ve got a whole other thing coming. I’ll leave Gravity Falls for later, because what it connects to is kind of the cherry on top of everything for me.

Okay, Powerpuff Girls. Where is this going to go you may be wondering? Well fucking watch this


Okay, wait, please come back!

I know, I know, the nu!PPG and TTG are probably the most hated cartoons on the planet right now but let’s be real here. This isn’t the first time the Powerpuff Girls and DC comics have overlapped. The girls met the Justice League in the original series (along with Major Glory from Dexter’s Lab), and DC has been producing the PPG comics for years now. This is just the only image I could find that has both on screen together, and this is where things get interesting

The DC comics multiverse, home of Superman, Wonder Woman, and every iconic super hero or heroine who’s had a god awful movie in the past few years, is massive, and has crossed over with almost every huge universe in some way or another. Hell, even Marvel is in there. Deadpool and Deathstroke are canonically different versions of the same guy.

You realize what this means don’t you? Your LarsXTony Stark slash fic is canonically viable! Also this thing is only still growing. As of late, DC has added the Watchmen to the total canon 

And the silver age batman has met Scooby Doo.

As of Mystery Incorporated, all Hanna Barberra cartoons such as the Flintstones, the Jetsons, Johnny Quest and even The Venture Bros are part of the same multiverse, which means that what we were calling the “Steven Multiverse” now includes all of DC, Marvel, Cartoon Network, the Lovecraft Mythos (including the works of Stephen King). And can you believe we still have more?

Duck Dodgers is an honorary Green Lantern, which at this point may not even phase you, but once Warner Brothers gets added to the mix, things star getting weird, and mind you, this is weirdness in a multiverse where Steven Universe exists somewhere alongside Rorshach.

See, with the introduction of the Warner Brothers and all they entail, we now have to contend with the world of Who Framed Roger Rabbit, where Daffy Duck appears alongside Donald as an actor portraying his cartoon self, which just raises more questions about this megaverse’s own ontology. Who the fuck expected to be gaslighted by Jessica Rabbit?

 If it’s any consolation, the megaverse doesn’t give a fuck, since now that Disney is in there, we can add in Final Fantasy by way of Kingdom Hearts

At this point this has just gotten ridiculous. Between Steven Universe, Kingdom Hearts, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Gravity Falls, Rick and Morty the Powerpuff Girls, and lord knows what else, half the fucking fandoms on this shitty website now take place in the same universe. For fuck’s sake, Space Jam and Steven King’s IT now take place in the same multiverse! At this point, the only thing left to do is give you that cherry on top I promised in the beginning.

Remember how I mentioned I was saving Gravity Falls for last? Well, here’s the fucking roots of the iceberg. See, this show isn’t the only place where Gravity Falls appears. It’s a minor detail snuck in by a background artist and found by a redditor, but there is one last map on which gravity falls is marked, and it’s found on the wall of noted conspiracy theorist…

wait for it…

Jude Harley, from Hiveswap, the long-awaited Homestuck game due to come out next January. Yes, you heard me, Homestuck’s in there too!

Couple Bracelets || Do Kyungsoo

Drabble Game

5. “I only have a dollar left in my wallet.“

60. “I can’t let you pay for everything.“

Do Kyungsoo + Reader + Fluff

After 7 months of waiting for Kyungsoo to come home from tour, you finally had him all by yourself. You had been itching about going to the night market in your city where tons of cheap clothes and street foods can be bought. Kyungsoo promised to take you there once he comes home, and since he have last week, you were going today.

The two of you were dressed up in layers of clothing. For Kyungsoo, he was hiding his identity as well as keeping himself warm for the cold weather, while you were only dressing up for the latter. After eating dinner, the two of you left for the night market.

It’s only been an hour since you’ve arrived and you have already bought tons of clothes and food. It’s not that you were leeching Kyungsoo for his money (you brought your own wallet to pay. But Kyungsoo wasn’t having it) but he insisted on paying everything you wanted. You’ve kept on telling him that it wasn’t his duty to be your human ATM, but he snatched your wallet from you so you had no choice but to let him pay for tonight.

Bags of shirts and food are being held by both of you. Even though he told you he didn’t want anything, you still forced him to try on a few clothes that suited him. There was this pink button down shirt that adorned his pale skin, as well as his well-built torso. 

“Kyungsoo, look at those bracelets!“ an excited giggle was made before you ran to a small stall that sold cute handmade accessories. There were earrings, necklaces, and different types of hair clips, but the two mint green bracelets were the ones that caught your attention. The old lady took the bracelets from the rack, handing it to you with a sweet smile on her face. You wasted no time in trying it on, lifting your wrist in the air to show it to your boyfriend.

“Those look nice on your wrist.“ he complimented as he examined your hand. Kyungsoo was surprised when you took his hand, sliding in the other bracelet. 

“Green is totally your color, sweetheart. Let’s buy it!“ you exclaimed. 

Kyungsoo’s eyes grew as he nervously bit his lower lip. “Uhm..” he started. “Let’s just come back next time. We’re already carrying too much.” he lifted the paper bags he was holding. You looked at him weirdly.

“These are bracelets, sweetheart. We can wear it as soon as we pay for it.“ you shrugged, turning around to face the old lady. “How much for these, ma’am?“

The old lady smiled at the two of you. She was probably in her 60′s; white hair and wrinkled skin, but her bright smile made her look young. “Since the two of you look adorable, 5 dollars for you, honey.“ 

You beamed at the cheap price she offered. Turning your heels, you faced a nervous Kyungsoo who had small beads of sweat trickling down his neck and forehead, despite the cold night weather. 

“Soo, are you okay? Why are you sweating?“ your fingers wiped the single sweat at the side of his head.

“Uhm.. Do you accept credit cards?“ Kyungsoo politely asked the old lady. She only looked at him with a confused look. Her stall was only small which sold handy crafts and accessories ranging from 5 dollars to 25. Who needs a credit card?

“It’s only 5 dollars.“ you laughed, but Kyungsoo wasn’t amused. “What’s wrong?“

Kyungsoo nibbled on his bottom lip before opening his mouth, “I only have a dollar left in my wallet.“

A light pink blush crept on his cheeks, that even under his hood is still prominent under the bright moonlight. Kyungsoo paid all of your things, so it wasn’t a surprise that he’s only left with his credit card.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his shyness. Without hesitating, you reached behind Kyungsoo’s pants to grab your small wallet; taking out a 20 dollar bill.

“What are you doing?“ he took a hold of your wrist, the paper bags that hung on his arms making a rustling sound.

“I can’t let you pay for everything.“ you chuckled as you pulled your arm away from his grip, lightly pinching his flushed cheeks. The 20 dollar bill that you held was soon given to the old lady. The two of you bid your farewell to the seller and continued to make your way to the car.

“I’ll give you the 20 dollars when we get home.“ Kyungsoo grumbled under his breath as he buckled his seat belt. With a switch of the key, the engine roared to life.

“You know, you don’t have to pay for everything.“ you sent a sly smile, your hand resting on top of his arm. “On our next date, I’ll pay.“ 

Kyungsoo was about to protest, but you cut him off. “Don’t try anything, Kyungsoo. It’s my turn to spoil my precious boyfriend.”

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Chapter Five

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Mystic Messenger High School AU

Word Count: 1,731

      You got ready and sat at the window of your empty house until the car pulled up to the curb. Saeyoung was driving, as usual, and Saeran met you half way to your door.

     “A dress?” he pulled a sucker from his lips but his mouth hung open still.
It was just a simple, white quarter-sleeve dress and some boots. You brushed your hair behind your ears. This was the final decision after standing in front of the mirror changing probably 17 times. How were you supposed to know what to wear to this thing?

     “I knew it, I look dumb!” you rocked on your heels.

     “No, you look-“

     “You look great!” Saeyoung chimed in from the drivers seat.

     Saeran gave his brother a quick annoyed glance, “anyway, let’s get going.”

     He opened the back door for you to get in, and you felt him slide unexpectedly next to you.

     “Ah, what the heck, now I feel like a chauffeur!” Saeyoung whined from the front.

     “So act like one and get going,” Saeran replied.

     They both stared at each other for a moment through the rear view mirror while you dug through your purse to retrieve your phone. Saeyoung looked away while stepping on the gas.

     “Seat-belts for safety!” Saeyoung sang as you began to drive down the road.

     “Yoosung snuck out! Did you see in the messenger?” you showed Saeran your phone.

     “He actually did it,” Saeran laughed, “I like this new bold Yoosung,” he put the sucker back in his mouth and twirled it with his fingers.

     “Yeah, until you’re playing babysitter tonight,” Saeyoung made a hard right turn.

     “Whatever. Let him have fun,” Saeran shrugged and sank back into the seat.

     The rest of the car ride had some oddly quiet moments. You spent most of the time staring out of the window watching the houses progressively become larger and more expensive looking, a sure sign you were getting close. What would it be like to live in one of those mansions? It seemed like a waste to have all of those rooms you’d never use. You decided it would be much more comfortable to live in a slightly smaller house. Having too much space would be creepy at night.

     When you finally parked at the docks you could hear the sound of laughter and music echoing from a distant pier. It was a clear night and the breeze from the water was extra chilly.

     “You cold?” Saeran placed an arm around you while you walked, avoiding Saeyoung’s glance.

     “I’ll be alright in a bit,” you smiled, suddenly feeling much warmer.

     The yacht was incredible. You’d never seen one up close, let alone been on one. It seemed like half the school was there. There were groups of people dancing, some girls taking selfies, a clique huddled together passing a joint around and laughing. It was all a little overwhelming. Before you even got a drink Yoosung had stumbled up to the three of you, taking a deep gulp from his glass.

     “Yay, you’re here!” Yoosung’s speech was slurred and he pulled all three of you into a hug, spilling some of his drink behind Saeran.

     “Are you seriously wasted already?” Saeyoung sighed.

     “Heyy, I snuck out I’m already in trouble so imma have fun.”

     He seemed perplexed by his now almost empty glass. Sipping what was left he walked off to get more, you assumed. His steps were harder than they should be as he left, like he needed to plant his foot into the ground or he might just float away.

     “Like I said. Babysitting. Have fun with that,” Saeyoung winked to Saeran and left to meet V and Jumin who were casually sitting on some lounge chairs.

     Saeran groaned, “I’m gunna go smoke…do you?…” his voice trailed off at the question.

     “No,” you shook your head, “but go ahead.”

     “Okay, I’ll be back in a sec.”

     You wandered around for a bit, stopping to see Zen playing beer pong at a table. You recognized his partner, another theater kid that he hung out with a lot. It was a close game, both sides down to their last two cups, and both teams missing shot after shot. Finally, Zen sunk one in and everybody watching cheered. When he sunk the next and final shot the other team let out a loud groan of defeat while his partner gave him a victory high-five.

     “Hey! You made it, come play the next round with me!” Zen called out to you as he filled the plastic cups back up and formed a triangle.

     “Alright…” you put your purse on the ground next to the table leg.

     “Don’t worry, I’ll drink all of the shots they make so you don’t have to,” he winked, “and it’s okay if you miss. It’s just for fun,” he dipped the ball into the water and handed it to you.

     It had been a long time since you last played. Everyone was watching you try and line up your shot. You aimed for the middle, letting it loose and sinking it first try.

     “Hey, you’re pretty good! Okay you’re officially my new pong partner!” Zen clapped.

     “What the fuck, man!” his last partner yelled from the side, throwing his hands up.

     “Sorry, man. She’s got you beat in more ways than one, what can I say?” he shrugged.

     He kept his promise and drank all of the cups for you both, though it seemed to have no effect on him. You missed a few shots but he just smiled and waved it off. It got louder and louder the more shots you both sank, and finally Zen won the game once again.

     “Ready for this next one?” he cracked open another fresh beer and began pouring.

     “I should go see what the others are up to, actually,” you looked around trying to find where Saeyoung or Saeran where at.

     “Damn, really? Alright. But you have to come back for at least one more game!” he called as you walked away.

     “I will!” you turned to smile and wave.

     You peeked inside the cabin to find the glasses and bottles of wine that had been laid out for everyone. Your fingers traced the labels of the various bottles, they looked expensive. You may not have been to many parties, but even you could tell this one was pretty strange. You were used to plastic cups and watery beer. Not real glasses and expensive liquor and wine. It was like a high school party mixed with an adult party. Half of the people were by Zen drinking cheap beer and the other half were sipping wine and self-made cocktails next to V and Jumin. You poured yourself a glass of red wine and took an immediate sip. It was a burst of flavor and aroma and you closed your eyes in delight. You poured a bit more in your glass before walking off.

     After scanning through the various groups of people you found Saeran sitting alone on a chair. His face was buried in his phone and he had that usual annoyed look, illuminated by the screen light as he scrolled. The hood of his jacket was now over his head and he looked like this was the last place on earth he wanted to be.

     “Hey,” you sat next to him with your glass in hand, “having fun, I see,” you laughed.

     “Loads,” he rolled his eyes, “but at least I get to watch Yoosung make a fool of himself.”

     He gestured to Yoosung who was having trouble standing in one spot as he talked to three girls. It seemed like he was trying to get them to dance, but when he spilled some of his whiskey on one of their heels they shrieked and walked away.

     “Has he always been like this?” you asked.

     “No. He never used to drink, or even go to parties. A year and a half ago his cousin died. She was part of our group, and he really looked up to her. He’s been acting crazy ever since. I just let him do his own thing but we all watch over him, hoping he gets over this soon,” he explained.

     “That’s so sad. He kinda mentioned something about that the other day…” you took a sip of your wine. You hadn’t had much but you could already feel a slight buzz coming on.

     Yoosung stumbled his way over to you both and slumped into a chair. His eyes were lidded and his movements uncoordinated and sluggish.

     “How ya doin, champ?” Saeran smirked.

     “No one want’sa dance with me,” he seemed to almost cry for a moment.

     “I’ll dance with you, Yoosung. But maybe we should get you some water, first?” you suggested.

      “You’re so pretty,” his head tilted towards you and the words came out mushed together, “so nice’n prettyy.”

     “You’re drunk,” you replied, embarrassed.

     “It’s not fair you like Saeyoung,” he took a sip of his whiskey again, “did’joo know that, Saeran? She likes him,” he turned to Saeran and sighed.

     “Yoosung!” your face was flush and your heart jumped, “I-I…you’ve had way too much to drink. Saeran…do you think you could take him home?” you asked while grabbing the cup out of Yoosung’s hand.

      Saeran groaned and pressed his brow in, “come on, dummy. Way to ruin my night,” he sighed and picked Yoosung up, helping guide him towards his car.

     Though you couldn’t see it, Saeran’s face had twisted into an expression of sadness as he tried to process what Yoosung just said. Was it true? He felt a little sick to his stomach thinking about it all. Now he was going to be up all night watching Yoosung and replaying that small sentence in his mind.

     You set the cup down when they were both out of your sight, staring now into your glass of wine and watching the light reflect on the red liquid before taking another long sip. A hoodie was draped over you from behind and you felt a warm hand pressed onto your back for only a moment. It smelled pleasant, like a nice cologne, and you pulled it further over your shoulders.

     “You must be freezing,” Saeyoung appeared now and took a seat next to you, a smile wide on his face.

anonymous asked:

Ok ok a jerejean prompt: Jean is taller than Jeremy so if he does not bend down to kiss him, Jeremy has to stand on his toes but just, imagine, Jeremy is drunk and is failing So Hard to reach Jeans lips he's about to cry. He needs to give this boy kisses and hugs but he Can't Reach which brings out Emotional Drunk Jeremy Knox. Jean is thoroughly Amused.

Bless, you, anon for this prompt! :D

It starts with a party and too many drinks, as things often do. Trojans have earned their Class I Exy Champion title and everyone is celebrating their comeback from last year’s disastrous game against Foxes. Alvarez is pretty sure Jeremy has gone from most hated Trojans captain (as much as anyone can ever hate Jeremy Knox) back to the most loved one, and there are already tens of articles that talk about Trojans’ smart tactics and bettering their team through their loss the previous year, articles that praise Jeremy’s captainship and how much he has grown as both captain and a player, and how bright is his future.

Right now “the promising striker” and “an amazing leader to his talented teammates” is mooning over his boyfriend and Alvarez is trying not to smirk too obviously at the sight of two girls from USC Song Girls squad giving up on their attempt to gain Jeremy’s attention while Jeremy looks like he is on a mission to wrap himself around Jean.

Jean, who has been drinking water all night, is discussing the game with guys from lacrosse team and Laila, who even tipsy is more coherent than Alvarez can ever be when she’s sober.

“—a really good shot,” Jean says and there’s a small smile on his face that makes Alvarez and Laila exchange grins. Maybe they are too invested in Jean’s wellbeing and happiness, but Jean is one of them now, one of Trojans, and she just wants the best for her team. So what is she is feeling all warm and fuzzy when Jean who looked like death is on his heels, Jean who thought “fun is for children” looks happy? It’s been a long year. “Don’t you agree, Jeremy?”

“You are too tall,” Jeremy replies with a frown and Alvarez almost chokes on her drink. Here we go.

“What?” Jean is obviously confused about how that answer is related to their conversation and Laila is obviously trying not to giggle. There are elbows nudges between lacrosse players but they do try to continue their conversation about the game while Jeremy is… Alvarez is not sure what he is doing anymore? From her point of view, it looks like he is trying to climb Jean.

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Fair Game

“Beast Boy, you really don’t have to do this…”

Raven pinched the bridge of her nose as the changeling put down yet another dollar for the chance to pop balloons for a prize.

“Ah, ah, ah~” He gave her a few wags of his finger before picking up his three darts. “Now that I am officially your boyfriend, I am required by law to win you a minimum of one prize per visit to the fair.”

The empath exhaled through her nose, something between a sigh and a laugh, before shaking her head. He was so ridiculous sometimes, though she supposed that was part of his charm.

“It’s your money…”

“And it’ll be your prize~” The green teen grinned as he threw a dart, only for it to miss.

“You know, you could just buy a stuffed animal at the store for a fraction of the price.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He managed to hit a balloon with the dart, but it merely bounced off, leading him to let out a frustrated groan.

“Because you’re having so much fun now…”

“Hm…” He cocked his head in thought before smiling. “You’re right. Just one more try and we’ll move onto something else. Promise.”

Raven let out a sigh of relief as Beast Boy put down the last dollar he’d spend on the blasted game.

“Alright, gotta make this one count…” He reached for one of the darts, only to knock them all off the counter and to the ground in front of him. “Oops… Hang on. I got it.” He knelt to the ground to obtain the darts.

The magus rolled her eyes when she couldn’t help but notice Beast Boy flicking one of the darts away and pulling a brand new dart out from his pocket. It took a moment to register, but when it did, she smirked.

Clever, she thought to herself. Beast Boy may not know everything, but he was far from dumb.


“Yes!” Beast Boy cheered after his non-rigged dart popped a balloon. “That’ll be one prize, please~ C'mon, pick one!” He gestured to the various plush toys on the wall.

Raven shook her head with a small smirk as she approached the counter to get a closer look at the prizes. She didn’t really care what the prize was, but she figured she should at least put a little thought into it. She soon pointed to a little plush in the corner and, with a huff, the game’s attendant handed it to her.

Now in her hands was a piece of unlicensed Teen Titans merchandise: a Beast Boy plush.

“Not one word,” the empath warned as she tucked the plush away.

Remind Me

(Crosses out June 14 and scribbles June 15th over it) 

Intro: Hellohello see I am alive, but I am a little late haha.  So this is for @outside-the-government​‘s Trek Fest 2017!  For Spock week!  Which ended yesterday but I fell asleep at like 9pm so I couldn’t finish this fic lol. 

Pairing: Spock x reader

Word Count: 4,401 (I tried to keep it short I promise but it ran away on me)

Warning: Short description of a needle and needle insertion (like the ones from Divergent lol)

Summary: Going on your first away mission alone is a scary thing, but you have your best friend Spock to look out for you, so you know you’re going to be fine.  But when you are captured by the leader of the planet and forced to participate in his twisted game that includes you and Spock fighting to the death, can anyone save you?

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this one.  I rewrote it a little, changing it from an existing relationship to the beginning of one, and I kinda like this one better.  I feel like I’m a little off my game lately, but I promise I’ll be back on the horse soon (or at least I’ll try to be!).

Also for some reason my brain won’t let me actually process words long enough to edit this so I hope it makes sense. 


“I’m going to be fine, Spock, stop being such a worry wort.” You clipped the last of your gear into place and stood to face him. 

“The likelihood of you getting injured is…” Spock started his brows almost furrowed as you tucked your helmet under your arm. 

“54.3% I know.  You’ve told me a million times.” 

“I only told you six times, and as your first solo mission the percentage could be even higher.” Spock’s eyes grew glassy as he processed the math. 

You stepped forward, your boots clanking against the metal floor of the ship hanger, and poked at his arm, “Spock?  Earth to Spock!” His eyes flicked to you and you felt your heart stutter in your chest, “I’m going to be fine.  Okay? So stop looking so worried and help me with the clasp at the back of this stupid suit, I can’t reach it.”

Spinning around, you were grateful to be out of Spock’s worried gaze, as it was starting to make you nervous.  The planet was a dangerous one, and the inhabitants were not very well studied so it was hard to tell if they would be violent or not.  Taking a breath, you straightened your spine and turned back to Spock. 

“Thanks.  Now you go, monitor my frequency or whatever, I’ll see you in a bit.” You smiled up at him, wishing his expression of worry would morph into something more calm, but it didn’t. 

His hand suddenly reached up and grabbed your upper arm, over the hard metal of the suit, and you found yourself wishing that there were not so many layers between you. 

“Be careful, Y/N.  If anything is not what it seems, we can beam you back immediately.” Spock’s form loomed over you and you leaned into his touch for a moment. 

“The plan is to come back all in one piece, don’t you worry.”

That’s the last thing you could remember as your eyes split open, to dark nothingness.  Your bare limbs were pressed into smooth, cold stone, and your arms were bound behind you.  

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Shooting arrows

Honestly, when I first got this request my mind went a mile a minute because there are just so many things I could do with this prompt but I decided to literally take it as it is so here you go. Some, hopefully fun, fluffy Wally x batsis. Thank you for sending this prompt in! Also I have no idea how laser tag works like so excuse the discrepancies and incorrect explanation / visualization. That aside, I hope you enjoy!

“Are you ready to lose, babe?” Wally asks as he picks his laser gun and you roll your eyes, laughing at his attempt at trying to bring you down with his words.

You grab your own laser gun before turning to look at him. “The only person that’s going to lose here is you, West.” You poke his chest with the tip of the gun and Wally scoffs, pushing it away before wriggling his eyebrows. You had to laugh at how silly Wally is being and you lightly smack his arm. “I am going to win this.” You lean over to whisper this to him and Wally laughs.

“Can you even shoot?” Truthfully, Wally has never seen you anywhere near any sort of guns. He knows you do mixed martial arts but he definitely has never seen you wield a sword or hold a gun so he is definitely looking forward to getting to know your skills.

You look at the laser gun in your hand, inspecting it for a few seconds before shrugging your shoulders. “We’ll just have to see when we get inside, Wally.” You tell your boyfriend and before the two of you can even continue talking, the person who is in charge of manning the game tells you to go in to the game room using the two separate doors. So you lean forward to press your lips against Wally’s cheek. “Good luck, West.” You giggle before rushing to the door you are meant to go in to and had to marvel at how dark everything is.

For your twentieth monthsary, Wally decided to bring you out for dinner before promptly challenging you to a healthy, competitive game of laser tag. First one to lose has to do whatever the winner has to say – which is pretty tame if you have to admit truthfully. Before the two of you entered the premise, you had Wally make a promise to not cheat and use his speed to win the game between the both of you – because this had happened more often than not for the past few times he had brought you to the arcade, theme park or state fairs.

“Babe, you in here already?” Wally calls out, pulling you out of your train of thoughts. You can hear his footsteps in the distant and immediately move from in front of the door. Thankfully, the two of you are the last two customers so there are no one but the both of you in this room.

“Am I?” You call out, heading towards one of the rocks as you take cover. You look at the gun in your hand and wonder how to operate it. Fooling around, you decide to press the trigger, slightly surprising yourself when a light shoots out from the gun and you hear Wally exclaiming in delight. Your eyes widen when you realize you just gave your position away to Wally and immediately head towards the other rock, taking cover. You crouch and lean against the rock until you are almost flat and waited with abated breath as you hear Wally walk closer.

The moment Wally reaches the rock where he thought you had been, he shot the rock only to end up disappointed when he realizes that you are no longer there. Wally keeps his gun close as he looks around the place – it’s dark enough that he can’t see much but Wally thinks if he squints enough he might even be able to see an outline or some sort. To his surprise, you shot him on the chest causing Wally to yelp in surprise when you won a point.

“Babe, that’s not fair!” Wally cries out in despair as he scrambles to move from his initial spot but seeing as you are currently still crouched on the ground; he still could not see you. You giggle quietly to yourself as you move to follow him.

“It’s a competition,” You tell him causing Wally to yelp in surprise before he groans when you shoot him yet again. Wally finally spots you and you squeal when he chases after you, trying to shoot at you.

“Why are you so good at shooting?” Wally exclaims when you evade his shots and keep shooting at him. You cackle, mentally counting the points you have gotten over Wally. At this rate, you might even end up winning this thing between the two of you.

This thing goes on for the next five minutes – every single time Wally shoots at you, you manage to shoot him back twice, scoring a lot of points and just as there is only one minute left to the timer, Wally decides to do the most dramatic thing he can think of. He uses his speed and manages to catch you, pushing you up against the wall, causing you to whine because “Wally, you are not supposed to be using your speed!” and Wally corners you.

“Drastic times call for drastic measures, Y/N.” Wally leans down and captures your lips in his and you let out a moan when he pushes his body against you. All thoughts about winning left your mind as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeper. Wally glances at the timer and smiles in to the kiss before he pulls away, causing you to pout in displeasure because you were having such a good time kissing your boyfriend???

But before you can even complain, Wally shoots you multiple times and you let out a gasp when the timer rings, signifying the end of the game. “Holy shit – you did not just do that!” You cry out when you saw the score: Wally won the competition between the two of you by a good two points – two points he managed to receive because you had totally lost all of your inhibitions when he kissed you.

Wally laughs before he lets you out of his arms. “See you outside, loser.” He presses his lips against your cheek, causing you to roll your eyes at his jab. Wally walks away, laughing at your affronted expression.

“Wally West, you are so going to get it!” You call out at his retreating figure but despite losing the game, you cannot help but laugh. It has been a while since you got to hang out with your boyfriend like this – like a normal couple. It definitely is something worth remembering. Also, who knew you would have such good aims too? You are definitely looking forward to going here again next time.

Nick actually hates the Silver Shroud with a passion, but ever since Kent Connolly came to him with a ‘missing persons’ case which actually turned out to be his one and only Silver Shroud comic book he had left from before the war he’s been single handedly responsible for collecting every bit of memorabilia you see in Kent’s room during the game. It should have annoyed him to be presented with a case that was frankly a waste of his time, but Kent was so distraught he blurted out why that comic book was special to him, and Nick’s had a soft spot for him ever since.

Kent’s big brother was actually the one who was into the Shroud, and the last phone call he’d gotten from him before the bombs he’d promised to come and see him for Halloween, because ’What would the Shroud be without his faithful friend Rhett Reinhart?’

Choose Me

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You wish your boyfriend would just take a break from work and spend time with you.

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff (with sexual implications)

Prompt: “If you really loved me, there wouldn’t be a choice” / “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.” (request by anon)

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“When you finally came back to me.”

(Gif not mine)

After escaping from the saviors, Daryl and you finally meet again to stay together this time.

Request by prince-of-edolas: Daryl x Reader are married but Negan has Daryl with him at the sanctuary but Daryl escapes and succeeds. So after Spencer dies, Rick and the group return to the Hilltop thus reuniting with Daryl and the reader and Daryl have a romantic moment with each other.

I think this is like the second part of my last story, so you can read it if you want to “The moment I get back to you.”

  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • Words: 2.020
  • Warning: None.

(Thanks to my best friend who helped me with some cute words. And Sorry if you see any grammar mistakes. I will try to fix it.)

“We’ll find a way to get you back…Okay?” He heard your voice in his mind. “Just be strong, please. The only thing they can not take away from you is your humanity. You just have to be strong.”

With the light steps of a professional hunter, Daryl walked in silence through the halls, in the middle of those cold and gray walls. The small chance of escaping from that place was shaped like a key, and he hid it in the pocket of the trousers he stole from Dwight’s room, not without first destroying his carved figurines on the table. He was agile to avoid the saviors, silent as he took that pipe, and ran down the aisles turning in the right corners to leave the place, hiding his face under a cap.

Finally, Daryl opened the door to get out of the building and ran to the first bike on the line.

“What the hell…” Fat Joey looked at Daryl who looked at him back, holding a calm, but completely threatening look. “Wow. Wow…” Joey dropped the half of his sandwich and raised his hands in the air to show he was harmless. “It’s cool. I swear…” Daryl approached him, slowly, his gaze fixed on the frightened prey in front of him. “Buddy, you can walk down that back gate there and I won’t say anything to anybody. I’m supposed to be there now, but… listen… I… I’m just trying to get by, just like you… Please…”

But Daryl lifted the pipe and smashed it into Joey’s head. Again and again in the midst of the fury he held all that time. He remembered the brutality with which he was treated, the fear, and the anger that exploded inside him right there.

Jesus ran to him from behind some trucks, stopping at the bloody commotion.

“Daryl…” Jesus said, but Daryl didn’t stop while the blood splashed on his clothes and part of his face. “Daryl…”

He stopped, looking at what was left of Joey.

“He was just walkin’ by here…” Daryl breathed out and dropped the pipe. Rick’s gun was hanging from Joey’s waist and Daryl took it, straightening up himself to look at Jesus as Daryl breathed hardly. “Ya know anythin’ about ma wife?”

Jesus looked at Joey quickly before looking at Daryl, still surprised by what had happened.

“Carl said she’s fine so don’t worry. You will be with her again very soon.”

Daryl nodded absently thinking of you and walked again to the bike as Jesus bent to take a walkie-talkie.

“I got the key. Let’s go.”

As the others entered the Hilltop through the tall wood gates, your owl brooch slipped from your shaky hands in the middle of your way there. You were so nervous, and you stopped yourself to pick it up. The brooch was two silver owls sitting on a branch, and it might have been cheesy if you had received it in the world you used to live, and although Daryl said that too when he gave it to you, the gift was a reminder of him and a reminder that you all were going to fight to set him free.

You walked through the gates, stopping yourself again as you held the brooch a little harder when you saw Daryl pulling away from Rick’s hug when Daryl looked at you. Rick smiled at you two before patting his back so that Daryl would come to you, walking without stopping looking at you. You felt the tingling in your chest, something moving inside you, like the flapping of thousands of butterflies. And you understood the meaning of the expression “I’ve got butterflies”. He picked you up from the ground, taking you in a warm embrace as you wrapped your legs around his waist, with his strong arms around your back that held you tight. Still holding the brooch, you hid your face in the crook of his neck as you felt a total relief to see him safe.

“I made it, darlin’” He said breathless and pulled apart a little to look into your eyes. “I made it thanks to ya.”

But shook your head saying no, and you pushed his hair away from his eyes.

“You made it because you’re strong.”

He kissed you quickly before putting you on the ground again: because it was time to talk to Gregory.

After the failed attempt to convince Gregory to fight against Negan, you all went to see King Ezekiel looking for help, but it didn’t work either. Despite the good intentions of King Ezekiel in wanting to give Asylum to Daryl, he rejected it believing that the lack of strength from the king against the saviors wasn’t going to help you all beat Negan and his people. It was a waste of time for Daryl, so with all of you standing in the middle of the street in the Kingdom, he put his hand on your back to make you turn and Daryl walked with you out of there.

One by one, the group walked to the exit too.

“Hey. Open it up.” Daryl said to the man in charge of the gate. “We’re gone.”

The gates made a metallic sound and it opened for the group who walked out of there.

“You’re not.” Rick said to Daryl.

In the middle of Daryl’s confusion, he took your hand to stop you.

“I ain’t staying here.” He said looking at Rick.

“You have to. It’s the smartest play. You know it is. Try to talk to Ezekiel. Whatever it takes. We’ll be back soon.” Rick walked out of the kingdom and looked at you both before the doors closed. “We’ll come back for you two.”

Later that day, as you and Daryl were lying down on a bed in the kingdom, you had part of the view of the outside through the curtain of the window: the sunlight coming in, the green garden of the outside, people’s voice that seemed to be safe in there thinking they would be safe forever. Even if Daryl didn’t want to stay there he had to. It was necessary for him to stay in the kingdom to be safe from the saviors. However, he seemed to be enjoying your hand massaging his hair. His eyes were closed, growling softly once in a while every time you touched a good place. Everything seemed to be okay when the world was as quiet as it was right now, nor the grunting of the walkers, nor Negan’s voice that had no mercy.

“Stop thinkin’ about it, darlin’” Daryl said softly opening his eyes. He looked at you kindly, taking your hand away from his hair to hold it in his. He watched the ring in your finger, the place where it should be and where it belonged to. “We’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

You two were lying facing each other, and you got lost in his blue eyes. There was a time when you thought your heart couldn’t keep beating, but he made it work again. There was a time when he thought he was giving his last breath, but you made him breathe again. That’s what love was about: helping each other, living for each other. Your love for the other was like the roots of a tree, growing inside you two, clinging to you both forever.

“I’m sure you won’t believe this but I would love you the same no matter which world we are live in. in this one or in the last one. I know you think I wouldn’t have stayed with you if the world hadn’t become what it is now. But I’m sure that you wouldn’t have looked at me either.”

Because of that, Daryl snorted.

“Ya kidding? I would have followed ya everywhere with ma eyes. I know a redneck like me couldn’t have offered ya much in that world, I can’t offer ya much in this one either, but I promised I would protect ya from everything and I’m gonna keep ma word. I’m sorry I didn’t do much when Negan went to Alexandria. But no more games now, no more fear. We’re gonna fight against Negan and we’re gonna win.”

“I do believe we can find a way to beat Negan, Daryl. We are smarter than him, we are stronger than him. And I really believe we are the ones destined to win. That’s why Rick asked you to convince Ezekiel. He knows you can do it.”

“Yeah, right. ‘Cause I’m so charming.” He mocked.

“You are to me.” You said as simple as that, making him blush, and he looked away from you.

You were not surprised how shy he could be sometimes. Being so far away from people had made him a lonely person, but in the end, he managed to become what he always was: a good man with a good heart, with a desire to help and protect the others. And on that path of self-healing, you found each other to grow together.

“Do you know why I married you?” You asked to attract his attention. He didn’t look at you directly, dropping his gaze as he usually did when he was insecure, shy of what you were going to say. “There is so much in yourself I would like you to be able to see, Daryl. Your way of helping, even if that puts you in danger. You don’t talk much, but your silence says it all sometimes. Your present give me confidence just like it does to our people. You just need to see… that you are important in their lives, in my live.”

Daryl looked at you ring, and then he finally looked at you. Without shyness this time, exposing himself completely to you, as he did every time you were alone, because it was easy for him to be who he was with you. It was not perfect but it was real. He wasn’t perfect but you loved him sincerely. Your love it was the kind of love he never thought he would get, but there you were: loving him like no one else did.  

“I wish I could have found ya in a better world.” He said. “It would not be perfect but I would have worked hard to give ya all the things ya deserved, I would have done everythin’ to make ya the happiest woman in the world.”

You smiled at him. This was one of those times when he could be completely honest with his feelings.

“I’m already the happiest woman… in this apocalyptic world.” You chucked a little, just to not give so much importance to the world in which you two lived now. “I am, Daryl, I really am. I promise you couldn’t make me any happier than I am now. I’m happy just because you’re with me. While you’re here, I don’t need anything else.”

Daryl didn’t know how to take so much love from you. You two didn’t have to have a deep conversation to prove your love for each other, but from time to time, it was nice to hear those words. They made him feel more alive. They made you feel you could live and not just survive.

He got close to you, so close you felt his nose brushing yours. Daryl stroked your cheek softly, and you closed your eyes to just feel him as he did it too. The eyes were easy to fool, but you two felt the true of your love in each other’s touch. It was truth, it was sincere, and it was impossible to break.

“I love ya, Mrs. Dixon. Yer the only one for me and it’ll be like that for the rest of my life.”

After saying that, Daryl pressed his lips against yours. It melted you like honey, so sweet like his love for you. He came back to you to stay for real this time. And you two would fight to keep it that way. You two would against Negan. Against any enemy who tried to pull you two apart.

Immortal? Guess Not.

This is for @nickiwinchester97 Nicki Winchester’s Birthday Challenge       19 “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that?” “You’re immortal, and I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.” 

Castiel x Reader, mentions Sam and Dean Winchester

Summary: The reader scares Cas (I don’t want to give too much away).

Warnings: mentions death, cussing, that’s about it

Word Count: 863

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counting rules.

Originally posted by youre-so-woah

Member: Choi Seungcheol

Genre: angst, fuckboy au

Word Count: 2,542

Author’s Note: finally a seventeen imagine that I thought of while listening to a song on the radio. hehe enjoy!

Disclaimer: Inspiration for this story came from the song ‘New Rules’ by Dua Lipa; (which btw, you should totally listen to while reading this) in no way am I claiming these lyrics as my mine, and all credit goes to the artist (lyrics/some form of slightly altered lyrics will be in italics)

Fuck me and forget me. Not this time. This time, I have new rules and I count them.

It’s two in the morning. You lie wide awake in your bed. The windows are opened and blinds pulled back, but no breeze flows into your room. You were sleeping soundly in your bed an hour ago. But your body….your mind knows when he will call. It has happened so many times before. 

“Fuck him,” you whisper. You squeeze your eyes shut, repeating the words, “Go to sleep, go to sleep..” It was your mantra these days, to go to sleep and ignore him. You rotate so you’re sleeping on your side. Your eyes follow the charging cable near your bedside to lead your hand to grab your phone. 

When you press the home button, the screen lights up, and you squint to adjust to the brightness. You hold the phone high above your face, staring at the screen until the clock changes its digits. Exasperated, you let out a huge sigh, index finger pressing down on the power button with determination.

When the confirmation to shut down your phone appears on the screen, you hesitate. Your thumb hovers over the screen. You’re holding your breath, as if you were trying to deactivate a bomb instead. You eyebrows furrow, thumbs wavering over the glass, and mind scrambling for a definite decision.

God, I’m making myself crazy…

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Promise Me!

Kili X Reader

Fandom: The Hobbit

Prompt: Things you said when you were drunk

You were on about the sixth drink of the night, which was a lot for you at the time because you were a light weight. He, however, was on his tenth and starting to feel a bit drunk as well.

He looked at you and started laughing. Curious as to what was so funny you looked at him and said, “why are you laughing at me?”

“I’m not laughing at you! You make me so happy I want to laugh because I am not sure if it is real!” What he said didn’t really make sense to you but you went along with it.

As you started laughing you explained, “I am laughing because I like you laugh!”

At this point, it became a contest, “well I am smiling so big because I find you to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!”

You smiled big, “and I am smiling because you are the nicest dwarf to ever be created!”

“Well I am…” He had to think for a moment, “In love with you because you are the one I wish to end up with!”

That sobered you up pretty quick, but you didn’t want to ruin his fun so you said, with a huge grin, “I am in love with you because you are the most adorable and kindest soul I have ever met.”

He chuckled happily and drank another. Then he grinned wide at you again, “Well I want to marry you because I think you would be the best mother!” His declare was so honest you weren’t sure if he was actually drunk anymore.

“And I want to marry you because you are the one I wish to spend the rest of my life with.” You told him softly.

“This game is fun, but you win because I don’t know what else to say!” Kili’s cheeks were completely red and you couldn’t tell if it was from the drinking or if he was actually blushing. 

Thorin called out that it was time for bed because it was an early morning the next day and everyone headed to their spot to sleep. Kili took one last drink, looked at you and grinned wide.

“Promise me something!” He held out a stone he had carved himself. 

You looked at it then took it, understanding that it was something special to him, “anything you want.”

“Marry me when everything is over?” He tilted his head a bit but didn’t wait for your answer and went off to bed. 

You stared in disbelief, then stood there half the night wondering if he was serious. After sleep took over and you awoke the next morning still sitting at one of the tables you went to find Kili. When you found him in a group with the others talking about the stupid games they played you wondered if he had remembered anything. Instead of asking you stood there listening to everyone else’s stories. Kili never brought his up, so you kept quiet and followed along when the group decided to leave. Little did you know, Kili remembered everything and planned on holding you to the promise you had made.


To My Favorite Fratboy (ft. Kim Hanbin) - Part V

Warning: Sexual Content

Multichaptered | University AU | Angst/Smut

Author’s Note: WOwoowoww Im sorry that this took so long to get posted. I promise the next chapter is not going to take 43274832 years to get written omg 

ALSO I honestly have so many ideas for this story and so I don’t know exactly where I’m going with this, so if you guys want you can message me ideas and stuff. I can’t promise I’ll use all of them, but it would be nice to see what my readers are thinking. 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

When Hanbin woke up Saturday morning he felt incredibly sick. He wanted to blame it on the fact that he got extremely crossfaded the night before, but that girl’s face engraved itself into his mind, causing a new feeling that he had never felt before. It wasn’t disgust, her puckered lips, furrowed eyebrows were far from disgusting. It wasn’t anger, wasn’t sadness, it wasn’t anything he could describe. The way her eyes stared right through his, piercing a laser-like force into his brain. He couldn’t get the image of his roommate on top of her well built body, touching her like she was a porcelain doll, out of his mind. It was an unfamiliar sight to him - never had he witnessed a female body being cared and worshiped in that way. He couldn’t forget the way her delicate fingers slipped themselves into Bobby’s waistband, asking for no permission, taking control of the situation.

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Breakup Go To (Laurens x Reader)

Breakup Go To

Laurens x Reader

Modern AU

Words- 1,247

Warnings- Angst like in the middle,and making out…and curse words…sorry…

Summary-Lee ‘kicks’ you outta the apartment and who’s there to sorta save the day?


You knew damn well your boyfriend was cheating you. It all added up. Even your friends could tell. You planned to tell him you knew after he came home from ‘work’ and your friends left from watching the game at your apartment. You even packed your bags,knowing he’d kick you out of the apartment you shared.

Your friends didn’t take a liking to your boyfriend,Charles,when they met him,especially John Laurens. John and Charles fought all the time,John being the correct one each time. And you had to admit,you had a huge crush on John. Heck,you liked John more than you liked Charles! He was just so funny and handsome and kind. You were just happier around John.

You laughed,walking into the kitchen,as Peggy muttered something about the boring game under her breath. You pulled out a new bag of chips and some more dip and began to fill some bowls. You hear the apartment door open and Charles’s voice.

“Y/N,I’m-Woah,what’re you guys doing here?”

“Y/N invited us over.” John replied.

“I see.” Charles said.

As you were putting a spoonful of dip into one of the bowls,you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Hi.” You greeted your boyfriend.

“You didn’t tell me your friends would be here.” Charles whispered as you looked at him.

“Actually,I did. I told you last night when you came home. And I didn’t think it would bother you because you’re never home at this time anymore.” You whispered and he pulled away. He stole a chip from the bowl.

“Okay,babe.” He replied.

“Just try to be nice,Charles. They’ll be gone in a few hours,I promise.” You were whispering still.

“Eh,I think I’ll just go to my brother’s place to watch the game.” He said nonchalantly.

“Why can’t you watch it here,Lee?” Alexander,one of your best friends,asked,walking into the room. It had been commercial break and Hercules and Eliza asked for a water.

“I wouldn’t wanna disturb your little gathering. See ya,Y/N.” Charles had left with no further word,surprisingly.

“Damn,Y/N. You’re still with him?” Alex asked.

“Alexander!” Eliza scolded from the other room. You and Alex went back to the living room.

“Actually,” You began. “I was planning on breaking up with him after the game.”

You swear John’s eyes got brighter.

“Won’t he kick you out of here,mademoiselle?” Lafayette questioned.

“Probably.” You shrugged.

“Where are you gonna go?” Angelica asked and you realized you had nowhere to go.

Your shoulder sagged and you sheepishly smiled.

“I didn’t plan that.”

John put a hand on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile. “You can stay at my place.” His smile made your heart flip.


“Did you pack your stuff already,dear?” Eliza questioned and you nodded.

“Laurens can keep those in his car,and after you leave the apartment,he can take you to his place!” Alexander chirped.

You glanced at John,who was smiling.

“Yeah,I’ll be waiting outside for you.”

You nodded.


John had just texted you he was outside waiting when Charles walked in.

“Hey,babe.” He greeted and kissed your cheek.

“Can we talk about something,Charles?” You asked and he nodded.

“Sure. What’s up?”  He sat down on the couch,looking at you.

“I…I know you’re cheating on me,” You confessed and he just nodded. “So…why are you cheating on me?”

Charles got up and looked at you like you were the stupidest person ever.

“You’re cheating on me,so,I decided to cheat on you!” He began raising his voice.

“I’m not cheating on you!” You breathed.

“Yeah,you are! I’ve seen the way you look at Laurens! And-and the way you two talk and get along and….” His voice trails off.

“Me and John aren’t dating.”

“We both fucking know you want to.”

You blushed deeply at that as you nodded.

Charles’s phone rang and he told you that you two were through. He answered his phone as you went to the bedroom. You grabbed your bags and a jacket. You slipped on your shoes and began walking to the door. You felt Charles’s eyes basically burning holes in the back of your neck. You opened the door and before closing it you muttered, “Good riddance.”

You practically ran down the stairs and flew out of the building. You saw John pacing back and forth,outside of his car. He looked up at me and raced over to envelop you in a warm embrace.

“I was getting worried.” He whispered in your ear before pulling away. He took your bags and stuffed them in his trunk. John opened the passenger side door for you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he closed the door.

He joined you in the car and began driving to his apartment.

“So,what did he do or say when you told him?” John asked and you hesitated.

You pondered on whether telling him or not. You couldn’t just skip the parts about him because everything Charles had said included John.

“Y/N?” John asked.

You snapped out of your gaze and looked over at John,who kept stealing glances before looking back to the road.

“Um,I said I knew and he nodded. And I,um,asked why he was cheating.” You paused.

“What’d he say?”


“Y/N? Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

“He told be it was revenge because he thought you and-and I were dating and I cheating on him,” You told your friend. “And I said we weren’t. And he said he knew that-that he knew that I wanted to. After that he broke up with me and that was the last of it.”

The car was at a stop in front of the apartment building. John was looking at you,studying your face. You looked at your hands,toying with the hem of your shirt.

John gently lifted your chin. You sat there in silence for a moment. He snapped out of his gaze and got out of the car. He jogged around to your side of the car,and opened the door as you were recollecting yourself. You thanked him and stepped out. He closed the door and went to the trunk. He took all of your bags,without letting you take any,even though you were insisting. He closed the trunk and made his way to the building door. You followed him into the elevator and he pushed the button for his floor. You waited in an awkward silence for those doors to open. And once they did,John led you to his apartment and shoved the key into the lock. He opened the door and set your stuff down.

“Thanks,” You whisper and he looked at you as he closed the door. You took your shoes off. “For letting me stay here for awhile.”

John smiled at you,taking off his shoes as well. “No problem,considering I’ve always wanted you and Lee to break up.”

You tilted your head at John,confused.

“Y/N,I like you. I wanna date you,too.” John confessed.


“Yes. I’ve felt this way for like,two years.”

And you both must’ve been thinking the same thing because two split seconds later,there you two were-making out.

And that’s how you ended up with John Laurens.

Essays in Existentialism: Kids III

I love love love the kids au - a house filled with children and ever growing?! Yes. Would you consider expanding it? How do the family cope when lexa is hurt on the job? Does Dylan settle?

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“Mmm, Officer,” Clarke giggled and hummed as lips moved along her neck. “We don’t have much time.” 

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