like half a zombie

headcanon that duke either sleeps like the dead or not at all like,,, there is no in between and beacause of that he and tim end up spending a ridiculous amt of time together going over their cases or watching bad reality TV

Emotions - Chapter 2

Genre: Hybrid! BTS, BTS AU, fluff

Pairing: Hybrid!J-Hope/Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Summary: Y/N suffers from mental illness and per the suggestion from her therapist, she gets an emotional support hybrid, Hoseok. 

Authors Note:  I hope you like this second installment!

Post Date: 11/4/17

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After washing the dishes, which Hoseok insisted he helped you with, it was time to clean yourselves. You gave Hoseok first whack, giving him a small tutorial on your shower and where the towels were. It struck you as odd that every bathroom had its own quirks. It was then that you discovered he owned a meager amount of clothes. The small duffel bag he brought with him should have hinted at that, but at the time you were more concerned with the man carrying it.

           “Hold on, I may have some oversized clothes that would fit you.” Hoseok gave your small figure a quick appraisal before fixing you with a skeptical look. You simply laughed. From the depths of your dresser you fished out a t-shirt and pants from an ex-lover. Why you had kept these was beyond your comprehension. You were about to leave the folded clothes in front of the bathroom door when you realized something: his tail.

           You fast-walked into the kitchen and found a pair of scissors. Gingerly, you cut a hole for his tail that you hoped was in the right spot and was large enough for all his fluffiness. Once you were satisfied with the dimensions, you set the clothes outside the bathroom door. After knocking, you let him know there was a change of clothes for him.

           It wasn’t more than ten minutes before he emerged from the bathroom. Thankfully the clothes fit him well enough and you saw his damp tail swaying behind him as he walked.

“Oh, I hope that hole is big enough for your tail, I don’t have hybrid clothes lying around. You can let me know and I can adju-“Before you could finish your sentence Hoseok captured you in a damp embrace. His hair let water droplets fall onto your neck as he hugged you.

“You’re so considerate Y/N, thank you so much. I feel so blessed to have been chosen by someone like you.” You returned the hug and then pulled away. It was then that you notice how tangled his hair looked.

“Can I brush your hair?” you asked. Hoseok smiled warmly at you.

“I would love that.”

You went into the bathroom for a dry towel and comb. When you returned to the living room you motioned for Hoseok to sit on the floor in between your legs. With the towel, you gently rubbed his head. You hesitated before patting dry his ears as well. Hoseok hummed in contentment.

Satisfied with how dry his hair was now, you took the comb and began to untangle his hair. It wasn’t hard, his hair was soft and well taken care of. As you brushed his damp hair you realized that Hoseok had wrapped his arms around your leg and was snuggling into it. Finding him very endearing, you set the brush aside and carded your hands through his hair.

“That feels so good,” he commented, tilting his head back. You could see his face muscles relax as you rubbed his scalp and massaged behind his ears. Soon enough, Hoseok had twisted his body around toward you. He suddenly hugged your midsection and buried his face in your hip. Smiling, you continued to stroke his head.

The dog hybrid suddenly looked up at you, his gaze more serious than you had ever seen. He slowly brought himself onto his knees, making your faces level with each other. His hands gently grasped your face and his eye flicked between yours as if he was struggling with something. His thumbs brushed against your cheekbones. You looked back in his eyes and were once again struck by how handsome he was. The intimate contact had heated your cheeks and sent your heart racing. No doubt he could hear it.

Your eyes widened as you watched his gaze flick down to your lips. You swallowed slowly waiting for something, anything to happen. There was a tension in the air and it felt like time was moving through molasses. The conflicted expression Hoseok held suddenly dropped and he brought a sunshiny smile back onto his face. He booped your nose and stood up.

“You should shower too huh? It’s getting late!”

“U-Uh yeah,” you responded, still reeling from what had just happened. You stood up from the couch, blood slowly returning to your limbs. Hoseok padded off into his room and shut the door. Unnecessarily, you cleared your throat. What was that? You thought.

The next morning you woke feeling less than rested. Not only did you have your usual nightmares, but the events of last night had you tossing and turning. You stretched before you threw off your comforter. Padding into the living room, you found Hoseok reading a book on the couch. Perched on the tip of his nose were round spectacles that made him look adorable. His ears perked up and he laid down the book he was reading.

“Good morning!” he sang.

Still half-asleep you mumbled “Morning.” Hoseok noted your zombie-like state and rushed over to you. He ruffled your hair and hugged you close.

“You’re so cute and sleepy in the morning! Ah, I could eat you up.” It was comfy in his embrace and you closed your eyes, almost dozing off before he let go. You peered up at him before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You yawned once more before turning into the kitchen.

“Do you like coffee?”

“I’ve never tried it. I do like the smell of it though.”

“I can make you a cup,” you offered with a small smile. While you waited for the coffee to brew you looked in the fridge for breakfast ideas. Eggs, milk, bread. Ah, French toast. You began the breakfast ceremony by tying your hair in a ponytail and hauling the ingredients onto the counter. Hoseok’s tail wagged as he observed you: sleepy but still determined to function at some level.

“Ohhh~, are you making breakfast too?” he cooed.

“French toast,” you said cracking an egg. Hoseok eagerly watched you whisk the ingredients together, adding in a little cinnamon and vanilla extract. At first, he was confused why you would make bread all soggy with raw eggs and milk. That did not sound appealing to him. That was until you began to fry the bread and a heavenly aroma wafted into his nose.

As you let the bread fry you began to prep the coffee. It being his first time having coffee, you poured him a cup but didn’t add anything to it.

“Some people, like me, like cream and sugar with their coffee. Other people do one or the other. Some do neither. You can test it out and add what you like.” Hoseok nodded and sniffed at the black coffee. He then sniffed the creamer, a sweet vanilla scent greeting his nose. Before you knew it, his nose was in your coffee too. You giggled a bit.

“You can try mine if you want. I like it sweet.” You offered your mug to him and he took it, his fingers brushing yours in the process. For some reason, the touch made your heart jump. He took a slow sip. His face suddenly turned sour.

“Too sweet.”

“I suppose your taste buds are more sensitive than a human’s,” you mused. “Maybe try just creamer?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

With enough trial and error, Hoseok found the formula for a perfect cup of coffee: a few splashes of vanilla creamer. You both settled down for breakfast, Hoseok gushing about how delicious the French toast was. Once you were finished, the dog hybrid insisted he do the dishes once more. You passed him the reins and went to your room to get ready for the day. Once you reemerged, you found Hoseok drying his hands.

“I was thinking we could get you some clothes today, that is if you’re up to shopping.”

“Like going to a mall?” he asked.

“Yeah, we can get clothes for you and maybe some things to decorate your room.”

“I would love to! I’ll go get ready!” Hoseok quickly ran into his room, eager to put another new experience on his belt. After getting dressed and washing up, he found you watching TV. Grasping your hands, he hauled you up from the couch and ushered you toward the door. Laughing you gather your purse and keys.

“Okay, okay! Let’s go.”

Thankfully, you lived close enough to the mall that it wasn’t a long drive. Although it was a Thursday, the mall was crowded. The swarm of people immediately tightened your gut with anxiety. Hoseok must’ve picked up on this because he took your hand in his and made you look at him.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” he said reassuringly.

“How did you know I was feeling anxious?”

“I can hear your heartbeat and well, smell it.”

You made a disgusted face. “You can smell me?”

He laughed and shook his head. “It’s not like that but strong emotions give off certain scents that hybrids can pick up on. I was specially trained to pick up on the signals of anxiety and other things.”

You mulled this over in your head before asking, “So, are you constantly monitoring me?”

“No. It something I pick up on naturally. I don’t have to concentrate.”

You did your best not to suddenly feel self-conscious. If his senses were more heightened than humans, what more did he pick up from you? Shaking your head, you banished your anxious thoughts and took the keys out of the ignition.

“I don’t know if I’ve properly expressed this,” you began. “But I really appreciate what you do for me. I can honestly say I feel better with you around. Thank you.” Hoseok reached over the center console and pulled you into a hug.

“Anything for you,” he murmured into your hair.

The usual scent of mall food greeted your nose as you walked in. Hoseok took your hand in his, causing your heart to race. You hoped he attributed it to mall anxiety and not…something else. Something you hadn’t given yourself time to truly process. The two of you located a map and quickly found a hybrid-clothing store.

Hoseok seemed to be taking the mall in stride, taking in every sight and sound around him. Certainly, the amount of scents and sounds he was processing was overwhelming, but he had learned to dim his senses in situations like this. Instead he focused on the mission ahead and you, of course.

The store was bright and rather large. Several displays held trendy outfits for hybrids of all kinds. You quickly realized that there were sections catering to certain hybrid types. Cats, dogs, rabbits and even foxes had their own selections of clothes and accessories.

“Wow,” you said, looking around. You looked up at Hoseok and smiled at him. “This is all for you so lead the way.” He pulled you by the hand toward the dog section. There he rifled through the clothing racks, pulling out whatever looked appealing to him. Soon his arms were full of clothes and he looked over at you with what could only be described as puppy-dog eyes.

“Why don’t we go try these on and then we can come back,” you suggested. He nodded and headed toward the dressing rooms.

His Broken Crown (Bill Denbrough x Reader)

Bill Denbrough x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You haven’t seen Bill in at least a month and his always locked door haunts you every night. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and you’ve never been more desperate to see him in your life, even if it means sneaking into his house. 

Warnings: To clear this up: THIS DOES NOT ROMANTICIZE DEPRESSION. If you think romanticizing depression is cute, then stop, take a good hard look in the mirror…and go fuck yourself. But of course, there is cursing. Mention of Georgie’s death. This is based off the song “You Can Be King Again” by Lauren Aquilina. 

Words: 1,852

Bill’s door was closed as it always was, and you wondered what he could be doing in his room, all alone for so many hours. It’d been seven weeks since “the thing that was not to be spoken of”, and it seemed to him that that he was all alone in the world. Bill was convinced he was on his own, and so what? There was no one who could help, and his own parents had given up on trying.

You found yourself in the empty hallway to his room, leaning against the wall right next to Georgie’s empty room. Had he gone blind? He’d definitely forgotten what he had and what was his. A room, parents, friends, a bike, stability. Bill had these things. You leaned back against the wall, tilting your chin up to stare at the ceiling. A small smile tugged your lips. Technically, you weren’t supposed to be here. His parent’s didn’t know you crawled in through the window, but at the moment there were other things clouding your mind. Maybe that’s what he was doing in his room. Staring at the ceiling.

Bill had things. He had good grades, a house, a warm bed. Above all, he had you.

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Busted and Blue Theory

Let me explain how Busted and Blue is about Noodle:

I first got the hint at the concert when the visuals throughout the whole song was phase four Noodle looking back at everything she had been through during the other phases. Then I went back and looked at the lyrics and put the pieces together.


“I was asked by a computer
A shadow on the wall
An image made by Virgil
To rule over us all
To amplify the sirens
And to find real amends
I’m through the echo-chambers
To other worlds away”

I believe this certain set of lyrics was written bc she finally remembered her past life as a child solider and remember everything those people had planned for her and those other children to do.

Example #2:

“Where do they come from?
The wires that connect to us
Weightless and fall on your body
‘Til we’re invisible
I’m with you throughout it, choose
Busted and blue”

Noodle is looking back on when she first joined Gorillaz and she’s questioning how such a miracle was about to happen. I mean think about it. Murdoc, a selfish jailbird that seemed to only be out for the fame, 2D, a half wit that acted like a zombie most of the time, and Russel, a traumatized guy from NY, took in a little Japanese girl that had no idea how to speak English and had no idea about anything in her past joined the band and made a family out of them. Without Noodle, they might not have been the family we’ve come to know and love.

Example #3:

“All my life
All my life
Beam a light on me
I am a satellite
And I can’t get back without you
Be my love
Be my love
Be my light
Be my light”

In the chorus Noodle’s taking about how she’s grown and can finally step back and see the sacrifices the band has made for her. She was always the little girl, the baby, but now it’s her turn to save them from their demons. Noodle isn’t their little baby girl anymore.

Theory created by @all-gorillaz-imagines

Undeniable Heat Chapter 39: Thorns

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The morning after the get together, you found yourself cuddling deeper into the bed, refusing to move. Last night’s party had been great, but now your head was pounding and your throat was parched. On top of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Brad seemed to be back, and knew exactly where to find you. Put all of those things together, and you wanted to throw the blanket over your head and stay in bed forever.

Feeling the bed dip down, Jensen’s hand brushed your tangled hair back from your face. “I know you’re awake. Come on sweetie, get up. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.” He pleaded, and you opened one eye to look up at him.

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Its halloween headcannons time

Spooksfest wooooo

Church: Ghost. Vengeful spirit coming to your house to fuck things up and wake you up at 3 am.

Tucker: vampire because his thirst is real.

Caboose: totally a werewolf. Big slobbery happy puppy.

Washington: a scarecrow. With a pumpkin for a head.


Sister: Totally big happy werewolf bros with Caboose and sheds like a lunatic… ba dum chir.


Grif: maybe a naga. Happy snake Grif lying in the sun all day and scaring the life outta Simmons amd Sarge because he’s super zoomy now.

Simmons: Frankensteins monster. (He even got an upgrade from Sarge to have a bolt loose on his neck)

Donut: a siren or something but he can’t actually sing so he’s kinda given up on the murder life.

Doc: lizard person. Changes colour depending on if he’s O'Malley. O'Malley is trying to convince Doc to take over the government with him.

Please help me what would Sarge and Carolina be I cant think of anything rip

If You Leave, You’re Gone for Good (Part 2)

Originally posted by itishemmings

Part One:

Pairing: Ashton & Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing

Word Count: 2195

A/N: PART 2!!!!! This actually took me a while. I started this yesterday. I didn’t proofread, so good luck. I hope you enjoy.

If You Leave, You’re Gone for Good (Part 2)

“C’mon, man. It’s been two weeks since you left, and you’re fucking miserable. Just go apologize to her,” Calum prodded his best friend. Ashton shook his head and rested it in his hands. “And why the hell not? I love you, man, but you can’t just sleep on my couch for the rest of your life,” Calum responded, taking a seat next to him.

Ashton ran his hands through his hair while still facing the floor. “I’m sorry, mate. I’ll get a place of my own, I just need time,” Ashton muttered. Calum, however, refused to accept this. His brows furrowed as a frown grew on his face.

“You had a place. Why don’t you go back there?” Calum pushed. Ashton shot up from his spot on the couch, taking Calum by surprise, and threw his hands in the air dramatically.

“I can’t alright? I just can’t. You… You didn’t see the look on her face…” Ashton trailed off as if even thinking about having hurt her, hurt him. The pain in his face was evident as he massaged his temples with his thumb and forefinger. Calum’s expression faded into one of concern. Throughout all of Ashton’s fights with y/n, he had never seen him look so… Destroyed.

“You know-” he began, standing up to place a comforting hand on Ashton’s shoulder “You still haven’t told me what happened between you two. Maybe it would help if you had someone to talk to.” He finished. Ashton looked at him and gave him a quick, half-hearted smile.

“She, uh, she called me out on my shit, and I lashed out at her,” He replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay… How is that any different from any of your usual fights?” Calum tread lightly as not to upset Ashton any further.

“Well, this time, when I was about to leave in order to cool off, she told me… She said if I left, then we were through,” Ashton replied. His brows furrowed as he finished his statement.

“And you… You just left?” Calum reaffirmed in shock. He took his hand off of Ashton’s shoulder and shook his head.

“I know. I know. I’m an idiot, but now you see why I can’t just go back, apologize, and make this right again. We’re over.” Ashton faced the ground with his hands in his pockets. He was ashamed of himself and, frankly, appalled at his own actions. He loved y/n more than words could describe, yet he continued to hurt her.

“No. No, go apologize,” Calum demanded. Ashton gave him a confused look. Calum gestured towards the door and gave him a pointed look. Ashton opened his mouth to protest, but Calum was one step ahead of him. “I don’t care if apologizing won’t get her back. I want you to beg on your damn knees for her forgiveness and stop moping around feeling sorry for yourself,” Calum ordered. Ashton’s eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve been a complete asshole to her ever since we got back from tour last year. She deserves an apology and an explanation,” Calum reiterated. In response, Ashton sighed overzealously and walked out the door like a child being sent to time-out.


Ashton knew that y/n was dead serious when she gave him the boot, so he knew that she wouldn’t stick around at the house where he could easily find her. With this knowledge in mind, he pulled up at her best friend’s house instead. He walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. He teetered back and forth on his feet in anxiousness, waiting for an answer. He hoped, unrealistically, that y/n would open the door; instead, her friend did.

Y/f/n saw Ashton and immediately tried to slam the door in his face, but Ashton stuck his foot in to prevent it from closing. His face twisted in pain from the impact of the door, but he quickly pushed it open and stepped inside before she could try to close the door again. “What do you want, asshole?” She glared at him.

“I’m willing to bet you already know,” Ashton responded swiftly.

“I was hoping that wasn’t the case. Now I’ll have to call the cops and charge you with breaking and entering,” she said, walking away towards the phone.

“Come on, y/f/n, stop playing around. I’m serious,” Ashton pleaded.

“Who’s playing?” She continued her journey to find her cellphone. Ashton followed suit, catching up with her. He gently turned her to face him.

“Y/f/n, seriously, I need to see her. I need to apologize,” Ashton begged. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. Y/f/n removed his hands from her shoulders.

“She’s not here,” she quipped.

“Then where is she?” Ashton questioned.

“And why the hell would I give you that information? You have done nothing but hurt her for over a year now, and you come back every time with a new apology. And then you fuck up, and you hurt her again, so tell me, why exactly would I tell you where she is?” she called him out. Her eyes flashed with anger. Ashton couldn’t look her in the eye. He knew she was right.

“This time, it’s different-”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” she snapped.

“I’m serious, y/f/n. Look at me!” He gestured towards his disheveled appearance. “I haven’t slept in days, I haven’t eaten, and I’ve been beating myself up everyday for ever letting things get this far. I am falling apart without her!” He was on his knees now, and his tears were falling freely down his face.

“Get off my damn floor. You have no right to come in here with your little sob story and ask me to let you apologize. Do you know how I found her? She hadn’t been responding to my texts for a couple of days, so I paid her a surprise visit, and do you know where she was?” y/f/n paused as if waiting for Ashton’s response. “Curled up in a ball in the same place you left her, crying her damn eyes out,” she sneered. She was seemingly void of all sympathy for Ashton.

It felt as though Ashton had taken a blow to the chest. Hearing what he did to her just broke him even further. He didn’t deserve her. All he did was hurt her. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. He was so ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of the person he had become.

“No, you’re not. Do you know how I know? Because even though you know you hurt her every time you get close, you’re still here, begging on your knees for a chance to be with her again,” Y/f/n stated emotionlessly. She wasn’t pulling any punches this time. Ashton could tell she had been waiting for over a year to say all of this to him.

“It’s different this time. I know what it’s like to live without her, and I hate it. I fucking hate it. I know that I’ve taken her for granted, and I’ve… Hurt her. I just want the chance to apologize, to make things right. I miss her so fucking much. You have to understand that,” Ashton pleaded. And maybe it was something in his eyes or something he said, but y/f/n’s hard expression softened.

“Okay.” She walked off to get her keys.

“Okay? Okay what?” Ashton scrambled off of his feet with a newfound hope that he would get to see y/n.

“Okay, get your ass in the car. I’m convinced for now, but if you hurt her one more time-” she began. But a smile had already made its way across Ashton’s face.

“I won’t! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He sped out the door towards her car, leaving her rolling her eyes behind him.

“He better not fuck this up,” she muttered under breath before following after him.


Y/f/n walked briskly ahead of Ashton as she made her way to the pub they had arrived at. Ashton purposely slowed his walk so that he could lag behind. If he were being honest with himself, he was nervous to see y/n again. After the way he treated her, he’d be surprised if she didn’t throw a drink in his face on sight. He sighed deeply before rounding the corner.

When he laid eyes on y/n, his breath got caught in his throat. She looked stunningly beautiful. The way y/f/n had described her experience, he half expected her to look like a zombie. But there she was, looking beautiful as ever with an earth shattering smile on her face as she talked to y/f/n. He was floored. He almost forgot why he was here.

Ashton was so focused on y/n that he almost didn’t notice y/f/n pointing back at him. Y/n’s smile almost immediately faltered, and she looked in the direction of y/f/n’s pointed finger. As soon as she laid eyes on you, her face twisted into a frown. Her forehead wrinkled, and she turned back to y/f/n quickly. They engaged in a heated conversation, and y/n looked like she was going to cry.

Ashton decided now was the time for him to step in. “Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” Ashton stood next to her at the bar, and her back was facing him. Her friend gave her a pleading look that caused her to finally turn around.

“What?” Y/n avoided eye contact as much as possible.

“I, uh, I’ll just leave you guys alone then,” Y/f/n announced before shooting Ashton a pointed glare and walking away. Ashton cleared his throat nervously.

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry-”

“Stop,” she interrupted. “Please don’t do this again. You always do this, and I always fall for it because I’m an idiot-” she began.

“No, no come on. You’re not an idiot.” He gently lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “I’m the idiot. I understand if you don’t want to pursue anything with me, but at least give me a chance to explain myself. I love you, and-” he was cut off by her short, breathy laugh.

“What? You don’t believe that I love you?” Ashton knew then that he had gone too far. He never meant for this to happen, to scar her so badly.

“Well can you blame me? I would start listing the reasons why, but you might start calling me a tyrant again,” she shot back sardonically. Ashton hung his head in shame.

“Listen to me. I promise you that I didn’t mean a word I said that day. I love you so much, and being away from you made me realize-”

“What? That you actually like my ‘all around annoying’ personality?” She interrupted. Ashton’s face fell. “Can you just tell me one thing? Why would you treat me like shit, say all of that mean stuff about me, and then leave, all so you could come crawling back again. Is this some type of game to you?” she interrogated. Her eyes shone with tears.

“No, of course not,” he quickly responded.

“Then why?” Her voice cracked as her eyes bore deep into his. He looked into them for a long time before sighing deeply. He bit his lip.

“That last time we toured, I missed you so much. It hurt me to be away from you, and I didn’t want to feel like that, so helpless. So as soon as we got back, I made a plan to make sure that I never felt like that again,” he explained.

“So you decided to push me away, so it wouldn’t hurt when you had to leave again,” she reaffirmed. He nodded solemnly. She hesitated before saying “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Like that’s actually so mind numbingly stupid that I think I’ve actually lost some brain cells just by hearing that,” she deadpanned.

He let out a short, dry laugh. “I know. And it was so selfish of me. I didn’t even think of your feelings, and I’m so sorry. There’s no point in doing it anymore if it ends up with you getting hurt,” he says. He takes a seat next to her on a bar stool, and they sit in silence for a long time.

They exchange glances using their peripheral vision for a long while before Ashton speaks again. “So… Are you willing to start over? I swear to you I will never be that stupid ever again,” he declared. He was about ready to beg if she said no. He didn’t want to leave without knowing they were together.

“Well…” She hesitated. “I did say I was an idiot,” she finished. Ashton’s smile returned once again as a wave of happiness overtook him.

“Thank you so much!” He enveloped her in a bear hug. “I will not disappoint you,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you going to kiss me or what?”

straight-outta-xibalba  asked:

About your zombie au, what if Reaper started to question whether or not he's actually human because he realizes that he's "half-dead" just like the zombies? Would the zombies ignore him possibly, further worsening his fears?

holy shit yes good

Sibling Love

Admin Marie

A/N: Okay, so all the credits of this scenario go to @koreankollection. they wrote a headcanon about Taeyong as your older brother, and  gt the inspiration to write this. You can find the original post here. Go check out their blog, their work is amazing and I love everything they write! 

Word Count: 1070

Summary: Just a scenario about you and your brother Taeyong’s relationship

Genre: Fluff, brother!au

Member: Taeyong (NCT)

*If something is in italics, it means it is a flashback*

Originally posted by taeyongd

Ever since you were a little kid, you knew that your older brother was destined for something amazing. Taeyong was always your inspiration, your drive through everything. He didn’t have many friends and tended to keep to himself. You are his best friend, and he is yours.

The two of you were impossible to split up, and age didn’t change that. As the two of you grew up and matured, you both realized how much you had began to rely on each other. He was basically your mother, cleaning up everything you touched and made messy, making sure his room stayed neat and cleaning yours for you. This sometimes annoyed you, because you both knew he just cleaned your room to find the little secrets buried in there.

You two, like any other pair of siblings, fought occasionally. You would get angry because he would act so childish and just give you the silent treatment for a day and then get over it. Your arguments were never too serious and mostly were caused by irrelevant little things that didn’t really matter. You two had those personalities that meshed well so you hardly fought at all.

You two had too many inside jokes. It got kind of sad actually. You two would hear literally any word and both burst out laughing because it reminded you of your inside jokes. The word inside jokes had special meaning to the two of you. People thought you two were a bit insane, but they weren’t exactly wrong.

Overall though, Taeyong was a loving, caring, compassionate, clingy and wonderful older brother. You have many fond memories of the two of you being together, doing random things together and just being together in general. Your friends slowly became his friends and his, yours. Sometimes, the whole clingy older brother thing got to be a bit much, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Taeyong exclaimed, tugging on your arm. You opened your groggy eyes, yawning and groaning in dissatisfaction. You starred your brother down, wondering what the hell he could possibly desire at 7 in the morning on a Sunday.


“Taeyong? What in God’s name do you want? I-” You started, but before you could go off on a tangent, Taeyong spoke.


“We need to go buy groceries and I don’t want to go alone. Come with me,” He begged you, tugging on your arm again. You rolled your eyes, growing impatient.


“No way in hell,” you replied, rolling over so you were no longer facing the pest you called a brother. The bed shakes slightly as Taeyong climbs over you, laying on your other side, face to face with you.


“Y/N,” He whined, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout. “And to think I am the younger one,” You incredulously thought to yourself. He begs you for a while longer before you comply, getting out of bed. He left your room as you got changed, straightening out your messy hair and trying to look semi-decent. You brushed your teeth quickly, leaving behind traces of the minty toothpaste. You trudged down the stairs, half asleep and zombie-like.


Taeyong was already waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Your coat on one arm, his coat on the other and the car keys gripped in his fist. “Don’t look so down! Be excited!” He exclaimed animatedly, running off. You pulled on your shoes and followed him outside, his bright mood rubbing off on your slightly.


You slid into the passenger seat of Taeyong’s car, while sliding your sunglasses onto the bridge of your nose. Taeyong takes one look at you and starts to laugh, shaking his head at his younger sibling.


“Y/N… You look like a drug lord,” he mocked playfully, cracking a smile. You stick your tongue out at him. You turn on the radio and turn the song all the way up as Taeyong Pulls out of the driveway. You two sang along obnoxiously to the mutually loved song.


The whole grocery trip, the two of you fooled around, pushing each other playfully and inside jokes. It was a simple day, but a perfect day.

That memory is something you hold close to your heart. It isn’t a particularly remarkable memory, but it is always a nice reminder that if no one else, your brother always wants to spend time with you. He was always the one to make you feel better when you were upset and you were the one to help him through the social situations that made him really uncomfortable. It was a relationship perfectly balanced on trust and love.

Taeyong was adamant that you were not allowed to have a boyfriend until you had grown up enough. All the people who had asked you out had been promptly scared away. Sometimes it annoyed you but most times, you felt happy you had someone who cared so much. You couldn’t deny the fact that Taeyong had stopped you from getting multiple girlfriends/boyfriends, but some of which were not good people, so you suppose that it was for the best.

You and Taeyong moved in together after you both moved out of your parent’s house. You were still pretty young, so the two bedroom apartment that you shared with your brother was a perfect option for both of you. He worked while you went to university. Night was when you would study for hours while Taeyong cleaned and helped you out, making sure you were actually doing your work. The days when the two of you lived together were some of the best days of your life. The two of you had a simple lifestyle.

When you had to move out on your own, it was hard. You missed your brother’s constant presence of encouragement and affirmation. You two texted often and many people asked if the two of you were dating, which made you and Taeyong laugh every time you were asked.

Now that the two of you are older, he matured a lot. He became the kind of sibling that you could rely on no matter what. He was the person you trusted the most and told everything -well almost everything - to. Space never made the two of you grow apart. You two had that kind of deep sibling love that everyone envied. You wouldn’t give it up for the world.

Originally posted by australian-god

Imagine Eric’s reaction after you accidentally break his nose while sparring for the initiates.

Warning: Violence and language (the usual really), It’s a little long oops

“Alright people lets go, we’re getting started.” You called out attracting the attention of the initiates that milled around the training room. This early in the morning they were all like zombies, looking around blankly still half asleep.

They all listened to your instructions and gathered in front of you Four, Tris, and Eric who were also in charge of training the initiates. Well, Four and Tris were, Eric made it every clear he was only here because Max was making him. Although you knew that helping mold the imitates into Dauntless was secretly one of his favorite parts of his job, not that he would ever admit it.

All of yesterday you had the initiates do nothing but run and work on punching bags and honestly it was all a little pitiful.

“Today the four of us are going to show you proper fighting techniques. Trust me when I say that you all need it, some of you can’t hit a punching bag properly, god knows what you will do when faced with an actually opponent.” They all squirmed under your criticism and Eric laughed behind you.

You continued to ramble on for a few more minutes and a few dumb questions from the kids later, Four and Tris were standing in the middle of the ring. You pointed out to the initiates watching the stances and punches they were using as they fought, explaining how Tris used her lean figure to her advantage and Four used his height. They separated on their own terms after a few more swings and then Four stepped down and was replaced by Eric.

It was almost laughable as you took in the size difference between the two and when they started fighting you could tell he was restraining himself to not accidently knocking her on her ass. You had not a single doubt that if they were actually fighting, instead of throwing staged hits, Eric would absolutely demolish her. They finished fighting and then Four went against Eric.

You had to warn the boys to take it down a few notches after Eric threw a particularly hard punch and busted Four’s lip. You separated them before it got too bad, rolling your eyes at how childish they were and then you took your turn against Four and then Tris.

Finally, it was your turn to face off against Eric. The two of you trained together all the time so you didn’t bat an eye at going against him, especially since it wasn’t an actual match.

His imposing size dwarfed your smaller figure and you frowned when you noticed his wicked smile.

“How about we give them a real show.” He whispered, smirking.

“Stick to the script Eric, I don’t want to embarrass you in front of the initiates.” You said back fiercely antagonizing him slightly.

“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be?” He said with a quirked eyebrow.

You raised your fist in response and he got the hint following suit. The two of you went through the motions of a fake match. Throw a hit, block, receive a hit, block, so on and so fourth, Four called out the different hits and blocks for the initiates with ease. You could see Eric getting a little antsy and so you aimed a little lower than he expected, nailing him in the stomach.

He paused for a second as he realized what you were trying to instigate and you took that moment to throw a punch to his uncovered face. He blocked you in time and before you knew it the two of you were sparring the way you usually do.

Four stopped calling the technics as he realized that the two of you where doing your own thing and he didn’t know what to expect.

You could hear murmuring from the initiates as they watched you and Eric dance across the mat, the two of you had trained for so long that you both knew what to expect from one another but that didn’t make it any less intense a fight. It also meant that the two of you worked tirelessly to one-up one another.

It was a moment of distraction as you tried to listen to what the initiates when saying when he sent a particularly hard punch that knocked you back a few steps. He took advantage of your lack of balance to send a few more hits to your stomach and chest, noticeably avoiding your face. You blocked a few in defense and wildly threw a punch at his face.

“Fuck.” He cursed as your fist hit his nose and you jumped back a few steps as he backed away clutching his face.

When he pulled his hand away you noticed the thin trail of blood and you instantly felt a little bad. You could tell Eric was pissed as he examined the blood on his fingertips. The kids behind you instantly hushed as they wait to see his reaction.

You underestimated how fast Eric could move and before you knew it he rushed up to you quickly and the two of you were instantly back into the fight. You just barely had the time to raise your fist and fight back before he was in your face.

A few more hits and kicks were exchanged and the two of you were obviously evenly matched for the most part. It was only as you as an opening as he was aiming once again for your torso that you hit at his face again.

You did a quick two-hit punch both fist aiming for his cheeks, but you must have misjudges your aim. You first fist connected with his cheek slowing him down and the second punch landed right on his nose again.

You heard the gruesome crack at that and he backed away from you quickly mimicking his motions before with his hand to his face. He cursed as he had his head tilted back and you cringed as you watched the blood pour down his face.

“Oh shit…” You said as you watched him, Four was laughing on the sidelines and everyone else looked unsure of how to react.

You and Eric had injured each other before when fighting. The two of you broke bones and left bruises all the time, hell he had broken your arm one time and in retaliation as soon as it healed you cracked three of his ribs. Your friendship was excessively violent but that was Eric’s nature and it tended to rub off on you.

“You broke my nose.” He mumbled still holding it.

“You were asking for it…” You bristled feeling slightly guilty.

You moved toward him and he watched you guardedly. You could hear Four, who was still laughing, calling everyone’s attention to give further instruction while the two of you were sorting out whatever was going on.

“Let me see.” You said batting his hands away, it was defiantly broken and you could already see bruises blooming around his eyes.

“Want me to set it back in place…” You said softly turning his head to the side. He was still pissed and you could tell he wanted to just say no but he finally broke and nodded slowly.

You put your hands in position and counted down from three. You shifted it back in place before you hit one and he let out a string of curses, yanking your hands away.

He took a second to compose himself, still not letting go of your wrist.

“I’m sorry…” You said accidently letting out a small giggle.

“It’s not funny.” He grumbled.

“Yeah, it is a little… what can I do to make it up to you? Wanna return the favor?” You said still laughing a little.

“No.” He said obviously thinking.

“Let me take you out to dinner.” He said finally not really asking, letting go of your wrist finally.

“I’m sorry what?” You asked checking to make sure that you heard him right.

“Let. Me. Take. You. Out.” He said slowly as if you were a small child.

“Asshole.” You mumbled and he raised a brow waiting for a response. “ I break your nose and you want to take me on a date?”

“Why not?” He said with a smirk.

“Bout time you asked, shame it took me beating the shit out of you for you to do it.” You laughed patting his cheek earning a wince in response. He grumbled something about his face hurting as you walked away.

“Walk it off Eric!” You called out, causing a few people to let out muffled laughs, as you made your way back to the group.

“And pick me up at eight.” You called quietly over your shoulder.

A/N: Like I said it’s a little long for an Imagine, I’m sorry I got excited then carried away. Anyways hope you enjoyed let me know what you thought!


Why must I always write at some godforsaken hour?

Set in the Naga!Dean ‘verse. Not proofed because AYYYYYYYY

“Uuugggh,” Castiel groaned in frustration.

It was the time of year that Angels molt, and this being his first in Naga territory, it was absolutely miserable. All over the back of his wings and his scapulars was a persistent, incessant itch. And that would be bad enough, if it wasn’t also accompanied by a prickling pain, like thousands of tiny needles were jabbing into him. 

It was a fucking pain.

Dean had immediately taken note of his change in behavior and suggested a molting spa, assuming that it would help someone with feathers as much as it helped someone with scales. But ever since the almost-drowning incident, when the absolute soaking of his wings and the heavy humidity had caused his wings to take days to dry out, Castiel wasn’t eager to dip his wings in water again anytime soon.

Sam suggested buying a backscratcher, so of course Dean bought him five, of varying lengths and tooth size. That Naga was such a sweetheart sometimes, bless him.

And while the backscratchers did help, it didn’t solve the matter. Because Angels weren’t supposed to go through their molt alone - it was supposed to be a bonding activity, when the angels would sit in a circle and help massage the wings and clean them out. An Angel couldn’t comfortably make it through a molt alone - they can’t reach so many parts of their own wings.

So it was agony.

So that’s why Castiel was here, lying in bed in the middle of the fifth or sixth sleepless night, using the backscratcher to scrape his wings raw.

He was at the end of his rope. He’d hoped to have found a solution by now, that some Angel somewhere would have come up with a way to endure a molt alone, but no. Of course not. 

A few days ago, Castiel would have been quiet about it, kept thinking, kept pondering ways to deal with this, done something to help him sleep, but after nearly a week without sleep, Castiel had ran out of fucks to give.

So, here, in the middle of the night, half-dressed, Castiel stomped out of his quarters to knock on Dean’s next door.

There was a thump inside followed by a half-asleep, “Is something wrong? Are we under attack?”

“No, it’s me,” Castiel said, suddenly realizing exactly what he was doing. 

Oh no. This is so improper. Is there some way to pass this off as sleepwalking or…?

“Cas?” The voice called out, immediately followed by the door opening to reveal Dean, having just fastened his belt, and even now running his hands through his hair in an attempt to fix its fluffy disarray.

Oh no, my hair.

Castiel immediately began doing the same, realizing how unprofessional he looked, how much of a mess he was, and -

“Castiel, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Dean asked, worry clear in his voice.

Should I tell him? Or should I say I was just having a bad dream, or hallucinating, or something?

Fuck it.

“I can’t sleep, my molt is driving me crazy. Will you help me?” He blurted out before he could finish talking himself out of it.

“Of course, Cas. Whatever you need. My quarters or…?”


“Alright, give me a second to get dressed and I’ll be right there.”

“…Thank you, Dean.”

“Sure thing, Cas,” Dean said with a tired smirk as he shut the door to finish dressing. 

At that, Castiel returned to his quarters, the embarrassment of what he’d just asked dropping on him like a fifty ton weight. 

This was so stupid, you woke him up? You couldn’t even wait until daylight? And looking like some half-dead zombie, half-naked and hair an embarrassing mess? What the hell must he think of me?!


Fuck, Cas was hot like that. 

“No,” Dean breathed to himself, forcing himself to calm down. “No, no, don’t you start that,” he scolded himself as he donned his sleeves and finished fixing his hair.

I hope Castiel didn’t fix his.

“Noooo, don’t go there.”

The moment he was done, Dean left his quarters to knock on Castiel’s door. Now, being mates, there was a door between both their quarters that they could use to feely traverse and visit each other, but they never used it, always keeping it locked. For propriety’s sake. After all, their relationship wasn’t like that.

“Come in, I didn’t lock it.”

When Dean entered, he found Castiel slouched over the dining table, looking absolutely miserable, poor thing. Dean immediately slithered behind him, asking, “I have to be behind you, right?”


“So…” Dean said, looking down at the slightly scruffy looking wings in front of him. “What do I do?”

Castiel briefly explained to him everything he needed to look out for, how to search through the feathers, how to spot pinfeathers, and basically if Castiel asked him to do something to just do it.

“Alright,” Dean said, looking down at the big wings in front of him. Gingerly, he reached out and very gently started poking through some of the feathers near the base. He didn’t want to hurt his wings, they looked so fragile.



“I’m not gonna break.”


“If you’re hurting me I’ll tell you.”

“Um,” Dean said, biting his lips as he carded through the feathers a little more forcefully in his search for-


“Fine!” Dean said, wincing in self-doubt as he dug his fingers into the wings.

They were so soft, a little oily, but still so soft and really a pleasure to touch. “Is… is this a pinfeather?” Dean asked, poking a suspicious quill.

Castiel nodded emphatically at the feeling of one of his itches so close to being scratched.

Dean immediately started rubbing the offending shaft, making it release a soft dust.

And making Castiel release a soft moan.

For a moment, Dean froze. 

Holy fuck that was hot.


Before he could dwell on it any longer, he kept sifting through the feathers, finding another pinfeather to massage.

And this time, Castiel made a soft whimper. He’d been suffering for so long that the relief just felt so good, he couldn’t help it.

Is he… going to keep making those noises? Dean asked himself, half hopefully, half dreadfully.

Turns out, he was. For a while they were softer, but at the very least there was a soft sigh at each released pinfeather. Not so much for the loose feathers, but the pinfeathers were enough. Especially when Dean got to the feathers on the underside of his wings. He seemed to be a lot more sensitive there.

And, god, the noises suddenly got fucking obscene.

This time, while it was mostly the relief at his sensitive wings being cared for and massaged, if Castiel was 100% honest with himself - and he wasn’t - it was partially because, well… he liked it when Dean touched him there. It made his mind wander, imagining his spouse’s hands drifting from his wings to brush across his skin, up and down his sides, fingers along his belly, palms sliding up his thighs…


Meanwhile, Dean was fighting the feeling of his pelvic scales softening, and what was within not-softening. It was getting difficult, as it seems the feathers under here almost seemed to smell like the Angel was aroused, which couldn’t be true because Dean knew Castiel wasn’t interested in anything like that, especially with such a different creature. 

God, he must find me abhorrently ugly, now that I think about it.

He really wished he hadn’t thought about it. 

So the Naga bit his lip and just kept on trucking, trying his best to redirect bloodflow from his lower torso.

“I think that’s all of them,” Castiel said, sounded rather blissed out, letting out a hum of contentment. 

“Oh, good,” Dean said pulling his hands away awkwardly, leaning down to collect the fallen feathers to make jewelry with, trying to hide his bright blush at the whole affair. 

He half wish it hadn’t ended.

The other half wished it had ended very differently. Mostly the lower half.

“Is that all you need, Cas?” he asked, still worried about the little featherbutt.

“No, no, you’ve done enough, you need your rest.”

“So there is more to do.”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

“Cas, really.”

“No, I’ll just ask an attendant to look into it in the morning.”

Another person… touching Castiel’s wings? He didn’t know why, but for some reason, that made Dean feel so jealous


“No!” he said, unaware of how forceful his voice had sounded. It even made Castiel lift up his head from the table. “Uh, I mean, no. I’ll do it, might as well get it done. I’m your spouse, it’s my job to take care of you.”

Castiel squinted at him. “You sure? You don’t have to.”

“I’m sure.”

Castiel shrugged. “Alright. There are oil glands at the base of my wings, kinda rub them a bit to get your fingers oily and just, like… scrub them in the wings. But lightly, smoothing them down in the process? Nevermind, I’m explaining it badly, and it’ll get your hands oily, so you’d better not-”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind. Really,” Dean said, immediately running his fingers along the base to find the little glands. They were very soft, and they made so much oil when he rubbed them.

And Cas made so many whimpers.

Goddamn it. 

As quickly and as thoroughly as he could, he “polished” the wings up, almost unable to bear how turned on he was, it was all he could do to keep himself soft. He hoped the rumor that Angels could barely smell was true, because Dean was sure he smelled like a Naga going through puberty.

“There,” he said, but Castiel didn’t respond.

Poor thing had been so tired that the gentle massage had put him to sleep.

Ohh. He’s so precious asleep.

As silently as he could, Dean lifted the Angel and placed him in his bed before picking up the last of the feathers, unable to ignore the fact that he was now covered in Castiel’s wing oil. And that his wing oil smelled fucking amazing.

Dean quickly slithered out of the room and back to his own, sighing in relief. 

And, now that he was covered in such delightful-smelling oils, having just got done touching and pleasing his precious little ma- spouse… he couldn’t bear it any longer.

He quickly settled into his soft nest and began quickly pleasuring himself. Oh, the oil made his hands so slick, felt so good.

Due to scent of the oil and the fact that his fantasies now had a fucking soundtrack, the Naga didn’t last very long at all, coming harder than he ever had before, doing his best to hold back his sounds so that nobody could hear him.

Especially not the person on the other side of the ever-locked door.

I hope you heard me screaming in delight all the way from Switzerland, because this was amazing! Ah, poor Dean and Cas! So much pining!! With wing grooming!! Aaaaahhhh!! ♥

Im Youngmin || Snapped

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by im-youngmin

Youngmin lays in bed, staring up at the ceiling above him, resting his head underneath both of his arms as he’s engaged in his thoughts. ‘What if Y/N isn’t excited to see me tomorrow? Will her reaction be the same as it always is when we meet?’ Youngmin felt the atmosphere growing hot as he thought about this.

He shakes his head, brushing those thoughts out of his head as he turns to lay on his side. Soon enough, his eyelids slowly closed shut, until he was fast asleep.

Youngmin woke up the next morning, squinting as the bright light coming from the window almost blinded him. He reaches over to cover the window with the curtains and sits on his bed, staring at the time on the alarm clock sitting on the desk next to him. The time showed ‘8:55 AM.’

He groaned as he got off the bed, walking like a zombie with his eyelids half open and making his way to the bathroom to wash up.

As he’s done using the bathroom, he walks down the stairs to make himself breakfast. He decided on eating Fruit Loops cereal since he was too lazy to cook anything. As he was munching on his cereal, his phone buzzed. He picked up his phone and saw a text message from Y/N. His eyes lit up, growing excited as he opened up her message and reads what she sent.

From Y/N: ‘Youngmin! Are you finally awake? I want you to come meet me at the practice room before I begin training!’

Youngmin smiles at her message and felt his heart pounding against his chest. Usually Y/N is always busy with training, since she is a famous idol, and they never really have much time to hang out like usual couples do.

Youngmin quickly typed in his response and hit the send button.

From Youngmin: ‘Okay, honey, I’m coming right now!’

As Youngmin sent his reply, he quickly stood up and put his empty bowl of cereal in the sink. There were so many dirty dishes in the sink that he forgot to clean the night before, but he shrugged, deciding to just clean them when he gets back home.

Youngmin grabbed his coat and put on his sneakers, tying them, before opening the front door and walking out in the nice, chilly air. The Brand New Music building wasn’t too far from his house, just a few blocks away. He stopped at a stoplight, though, waiting for the cars to pass by. He shook his foot, anxiously waiting for the light to turn red so he could continue walking. He just needed to see Y/N. Badly.

Finally, the light turned red and Youngmin crossed the street, continuing to walk a short distance on the sidewalk before the entertainment building was right in front of his eyes. He walked towards the building and stepped inside, sighing at the nice, warm heat inside of the building. He made his way to the practice room, opening it slowly and peeking his head inside. He looked inside and spotted Y/N alone, stretching her arms. Youngmin smiles and quietly steps inside, carefully closing the door behind him and made sure it doesn’t make any noise. He sneakily walks up behind Y/N and taps her on the shoulder.

Y/N jumps slightly and turns around, facing Youngmin. “Gosh Youngmin, don’t scare me like that!” Youngmin chuckles and gives a peck on Y/N’s cheek. “Sorry, it’s not my fault you’re such a scaredy cat, though.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and smiles at Youngmin before bringing him into her arms. As they’re hugging, Youngmin laughs. “Y/N, you’re all sweaty and gross.” He teases. Y/N flushes red and slaps his chest. “I know I am, shut up!”

Youngmin laughs and kisses her forehead, not caring about all of the sweat that was trickling down the side of her face. They both lie down on the practice room floor, staring up at the ceiling. Youngmin intertwines their fingers together, squeezing her hand tightly, not planning on letting it go.

“I love you, Y/N. So, so much.”

Youngmin wakes up, his face beet red and sweat rolling down his face. He sits up and stares outside of the window, noticing that it’s still bright outside. He checks the time on his alarm clock. ‘8:55 AM?’

After he’s done using the bathroom, he walks downstairs to make himself cereal to eat for breakfast. As he’s eating, he checks his phone for any recent text messages or missed calls. As he looks through all of his messages, he didn’t see his and Y/N’s messages.

He goes on Instagram, looking through Y/N’s account. As he clicks on her account, he sees a recent photo of her and a handsome idol together. Youngmin felt his heart stop beating as he saw the photo. He reads all of the comments saying how nice they look together and how lucky the man is. No one knew how much pain and heartbreak Youngmin felt as he saw all of this.

A tear fell on Youngmin’s phone screen. Youngmin notices and wipes away the falling tears from his eyes and turns off his phone, wanting to forget everything. He snapped back to reality, thinking back to his dream that he had, wishing and hoping that it would come true one day, but at this very moment, he did nothing more than doubt everything.

‘Of course it was all fake.’ He thought to himself.

‘She’s a famous idol, I will never be anything to her.’

anonymous asked:

Why don't we talk about good ol Dadvid instead. Or Momgwen

Good idea, anon.

Let’s talk about both. Let’s talk about David wanting to go on a hike with his family, but he is a springy, speedy, morning boy while his beautiful, gorgeous, lovely girlfriend and wonderful, perfect, fluffy son are bitter, tired, sleep-until-noon people. And they’re trudging half-a-mile behind him like undead zombies with coffee in two to-go cups because maybe it’s David’s birthday or father’s day or some other holiday, because that’s one of the FEW times they’d willingly accompany him on a hike this early in the day.

katsukiyuuris  asked:

ok gimme ur best yuuri headcanons

I have? Way more? Yuuri ones? than I thought???? Like i thought I’d only have two but.


  • Yuuri is not a morning person. He’s so far from it that he wakes up like a groggy half-formed zombie complete with drool and roaring hunger. This often results in him forgetting which language to speak and mumbling over breakfast halfheartedly in two or three different ones until Victor speaks and his brain resets to whichever one Victor uses. It also results in dropping food down his chest every. single. time. damn it yuuri.
  • He has some cute habits. He’s totally a fidget-er, with all that anxiety it’s hard not to be. And he gets distracted very easily. Usually when he’s hyper focused on a routine or planning something in his head. This often results in Victor’s favorite habit, where Yuuri will end up putting articles of clothes on backwards or inside out in the locker room, and Victor gets to drag him off somewhere private to “fix it” (he also puts his shirts on inside out first thing in the morning because once again, groggy af)
  • He color coordinates things. Yes, this includes his underwear. His favorite pair are a pretty blue and they match his favorite tie that Victor wants to burn. He also color codes his grocery list and separates it by category. Organization helps him stay calm.
  • He’s the ‘bad’ pet dad. Not in the way that means he doesn’t take care of his pets, but in the sense that he spoils them as though they were his own children. Anytime Makkachin is in trouble he runs to Yuuri, and it takes Victor MONTHS to figure out why, and he only figures it out because Mari lets slip that Yuuri always carries dog treats somewhere on his person, and Victor catches him slipping one to Makka-baby right after Victor had scolded him, and whispering “You’re still a good boy, Vitya is too hard on you”
  • He really likes ‘trashy’ music. This could be left over from training in America and letting Phichit drag him to clubs with really sexual remixes, but whether or not that’s the case dirty, grinding music just calls to something in Yuuri’s soul. His inner demons really want to cut loose to shit like Birthday Sex by Jeramiah and Ice by Kelly Rowland. It’s probably the real reason he tries not to get drunk very often, so he can control his penchant for stripping to such songs, but that doesn’t stop him from listening to them with headphones while he runs or exercises. His favorite is an alternative cover of the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails, and that may or may not be because he and Victor had a very sordid time in a club bathroom while it thumped headily in the background.
  • He’s the opposite of a picky eater. Both in the sense that he’ll eat anything edible and the sense of he’ll eat things no matter how they’re prepared. Victor is one of those that doesn’t like his foods to touch sometimes, depending on what it is. But Yuuri will literally just mix every thing together and go for it with whatever utensil provided. This is possibly also a dirty habit leftover from his time in america.
  • He has an extremely indecisive side. Not when it comes to very important things. He makes up his mind fairly easily and very sternly when it comes to things about his relationships or his career, but when it comes to McDonald’s or Wendy’s, glitter on his costume or sequins, hair gel over hair wax? It takes him six days and multiple trials to decide which he wants/likes best. And even then he flip flops about it until the final moment he needs/wants/can get the item. 

And I’m gonna stop here unless you want the nsfw ones and even so those would be a separate post. But yeah. Yuuri.