look at the long noodle legs

Sometimes I have to laugh at the galra designs, from a purely affectionate frame of mind, because like. They’re so goshdanged lanky.

When they’re in action or in movement it’s all fluid and streamlined and intimidating looking, like- this species was probably developed at least partially to run down prey in a savanna or comparable setting like a pack of hyenas or a lion pride hunting- they’re built like sprinters, with those long, whippy limbs and big powerful hands.

But just hanging around, they look. Kind of hilarious, honestly, like. there’s just too much limb and shoulder for their head. If Kolivan, Antok and Ulaz didn’t have their fingers curled their fingertips would be on a level with their knees. They’re practically noodle people. Even more sturdy-built ones like Antok, Morvok, and Varkon have that whippy, elongated quality to them- stark with Morvok because he’s not even particularly tall, making his proportionate gangliness even odder-looking to a degree.

And I mean, on a general level, the looking a little silly thing is pretty much par the course for most creatures in nature. A cheetah could sure mess me up but their body and legs look too long for the rest of them. If anything that similarity between cheetahs and the galra might suggest galra are generally built less for endurance and more for sprinting, which would be reinforced because a common tactic in the Blade of Marmora’s fighting style is taking opponents on at a full run. (Keith does this too, even!) Big ribcage for big lung capacity, quite possibly a larger heart, long legs with (generally) well-defined calves and thighs- probably a build for running.

…Now I’m stuck on stuff I’ve said before about prey drives, and if the galra are more adapted to run things down rather than ambush them, they’re probably pretty good at tracking movement. Especially smaller things running in front of them. 

some more gorillaz headcanons
  • murdoc is actually pretty decent at voguing and can pull off a flawless death drop. he does it whenever he’s not getting his way and wants to be petulant about it. there have been a lot of arguments in which murdoc is about to lose but instead drops to the ground suddenly and slides away on his back, whining “you can’t maaaaake meeeee.” he’s been doing it less as he gets older but he’s still not allowed to come on supermarket trips anymore. last time russ wouldn’t let him get the sugary cereal he wanted and he death dropped in the middle of the aisle and caused a scene and a cleanup on aisle 4. 
  • everyone steals everyone else’s nail polish, even though as a whole the band has over 400 different bottles. this sometimes leads to really passive-aggressive messages in the group chat. when noodle was little, she insisted on painting everyone’s nails for them; this doesn’t happen as much anymore, but since there’s always a bottle of nail polish somewhere in reach, long conversations between people tend to be held over a communal nail painting session. 2d still can’t paint the nails on his left hand; murdoc usually paints them for him. 

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I really wanted to do a happy group picture with the four of these guys.  ’D’s being held up by the sheer power of his stupid long legs, and was probably dropped minuets later. Murdoc looks like an angsty teen, and I made up a new outfit for noodle.

and a shitty comic as well on the bottom there. 2Ds still pissed about the whale.

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Here’s a fic based on the first part of this post w/ College AU klance, Lance sick and stranded at the airport, and Keith knowing what caretaking is.

For Lance, bad news comes in the form of a woman’s voice, calmly notifying the lobby full of passengers that their flight to Michigan has been delayed for five hours due to severe weather conditions. His stomach drops. Uncomfortable dread washes over him. He can’t take another five hours in the airport, he just can’t.

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wolfstarshines  asked:

You answered a post a while back that was comparing munchkin cats to ferrets and you mentioned that ferrets have proportionally long legs. I've been looking up pics of ferret skeletons and I'm so amazed by those weird noodle creatures 😂 There's no real point to this ask I guess. I just wanted to let you know that I enjoy your blog and always seem to learn something​ cool from you. Keep being you!

They are certainly strange little noodles.

Personally I often refer to them as kitten souls possessing a sock puppet.

(Randy Toroni’s Ferret Skeleton Drawing)

The original Munchkin cat discussion is here.


     “Why did I agree to this?!” you gasped.

     Your legs felt like lead as you trudged along behind Sam, dragging your feet and complaining with what little breath you had to spare as you watched your boyfriend’s broad form disappear in a cloud of running-shoe-disturbed dust.complaining with what little breath you had to spare as you watched your boyfriend’s broad form disappear in a cloud of running-shoe-disturbed dust.

     When you finally reached the end of the Sam’s planned route you practically wept for joy. The dull grey concrete of the bunker had never looked quite so beautiful.

     You fumbled for your keys and nearly fell through the front door, just barely managing to haul the heavy metal slab back into place before your legs gave out. Once safely inside you promptly collapsed on the stairs’ top landing, leaning back against the cool steel door that soothed your overheated skin.

     You tried not to glare as Sam bounded up the stairs with a bright smile and a water bottle in hand.

     “So…” Sam crouched down in front of you with a grin that made you want to punch his annoyingly perfect face. “How’d it go?”

      You glowered up at Sam and blew a stray piece of damp hair out of your face. “Terrible.”

     His response was a low laugh.

     “Here,” Sam said, handing you a water bottle full of blue liquid. “Electrolytes. Drink up.”

     You eyed him suspiciously and then reached out to take the drink, downing it in one long swig and handing it back to him when you were finished with a sigh.

     He laughed again. You guessed it must be incredibly amusing to have a physically inept girlfriend.

     “See, now what’d I tell ya? It wasn’t that bad.”

    “Wasn’t that bad?!”

     You used your anger as fuel to pull yourself up off the ground, stumbling when your noodle legs were once again forced to hold you up and reluctantly taking Sam’s outstretched hand for balance. You steadied yourself and crossed your arms over your chest, looking up at your mountain of a boyfriend and throwing him your best bitch face.

     “Mark my words, Sam Winchester. There was nothing about your little morning torture session that ‘wasn’t that bad’.” You added air quotes around the words. “My legs are burning, I couldn’t go more than a few steps without a bug flying in my face, and – and now I’m all sweaty!”

     You let out a sharp breath to punctuate your irritation. Sam simply smiled and looked you over from head to toe, eyes unashamedly lingering on your sweat-sheened chest.

     You caught where Sam’s gaze had stalled and shook your head in a vain attempt at disapproval, walking up and poking his sculpted chest. “Oh no, don’t you look at me like that! I’m mad at you, remember?”

     Sam reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist before you had a chance to protest, pulling you flush with his body and trapping your accusatory hand between the two of you.

     “You know,” Sam said in a low, rough voice. “I think I could use a shower.”

     He leaned in close and brushed his lips over the shell of your ear, melting away your anger with each calculated move.

     “Wanna join me?”

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Why this zoo is putting gigantic, slimy ‘snot otters’ back in streams
The hellbender is the biggest salamander in the Western Hemisphere. But it's under threat.
By https://www.facebook.com/sarah.kaplan.31

Herpetologist Don Boyer inevitably drew attention when he drove into town. People would notice his truck, with “Bronx Zoo” emblazoned across the side, and want to know what he was doing in their corner of western New York. 

One glance at the creatures was unlikely to assuage nervous onlookers. The Eastern hellbender, the largest salamander in the Western Hemisphere, looks as though someone yanked out a giant’s esophagus, gave it legs and taught it to swim. The two-foot-long amphibian has slime-covered skin, beady eyes and a paddle-like tail. Its ruffled torso resembles the edge of a lasagna noodle, inspiring one of the creature’s many colorful nicknames, “old lasagna sides.” Other monikers are equally undignified: “snot otter,” “mud devil,” “grampus.”

“They’re pretty odd-looking creatures,” Boyer acknowledged. “Nocturnal and aquatic and secretive and strange. … Otherwordly.”

But they’re also threatened. Which is why scientists at the Bronx Zoo have been working to raise the giant salamanders in captivity and then reintroduce healthy adults into the wild…


Johnathon didn’t want to go to the construction site. He thought working for his dad’s company was going to be easy. “Dad won’t make me do anything hard,” he remembered saying to himself. Johnathon practically wanted to spit as he thought about it. “This really isn’t for me. But it’s still probably easier than working anywhere else.”

He looked around the construction site watching all the men sweating. It was a pretty hot day. Even though he was in shorts and a t-shirt he was already feeling the heat.

“AHhh! You must be Bill’s son!” a voice said behind him. “I’m the foreman around these parts. Let’s get you into some safety gear.” Before Johnathon could tell what was going on a large arm swooped him into a different room. Bright yellow vests and hard hats lined the walls. “Don’t be shy. Pick one,” the foreman grabbed a vest and hardhat not giving Johnathon a chance to choose. “These should fit you fine.”

“Uhhh… Do I have to wear these?” Johnathon flipped the hair out of his face. His dad told him he needed a haircut but he didn’t care. “They look a little big.”

“Of course! You want to be safe don’t you?” The question was obviously rhetorical. Johnathon didn’t want to fight it though. The faster he walked through the site the faster he could go home. “Ready for the tour?”

Johnathon just nodded as the foreman started leading the way. He’d never actually seen a site like this before. All the men were carrying heavy looking equipment and wheeling around rocks. A part of him was starting to feel a little envious of them. They got to use their muscles all day while he sat in the office looking at computer screens. These men really knew what a hard day’s work looked like.

‘Fuck,’ what was he thinking. All he wanted to do was go home and play video games. Hard work was for losers without degrees. He wasn’t going to be like them. He was going to be successful. Sure most of it was because of his parents but he didn’t care. As long as he had money that’s all that mattered.

He continued following the foreman and couldn’t shake a funny feeling. His whole body seemed to just keep getting hotter and hotter. “Hey, mind if we take a short break?” Johnathon asked.

“Sure thing,” the foreman said. “Take as long as you need.” Johnathon excused himself to one of the trailers. He just needed to be alone. His body was really starting to burn up. The fact that there wasn’t any a/c in trailer didn’t help. He tried to cool himself off the best he could. He took the hard hat off and rubbed his calloused hand through his short hair.

‘Calloused hand? Short hair?’ he questioned himself. There was a small mirror in the room. He stared blankly into it. Didn’t he have long hair? And his hands. He’d never worked a day in his life. Had he? Looking in the mirror everything about his body seemed to be changing. A thick red beard started growing from his face. He lurched over as the heat built in the rest of his body. His muscles started to spasm and then grow. The noodle arms he’d only used when gaming and social media websites thickened into powerful arms. His legs lengthened and then filled with powerful muscles. The small butt he’d never paid attention to filled out giving him a nice wide look. He looked like someone who’d been working outside all day. He looked like someone who was really into working out and playing sports.

Not to leave out, he looked like someone who got what he wanted. His memories of Prom completely changed. He wasn’t some wall flower who sat by while other guys took girls out on the dance floor. He was one of them; one of the guys who knew what he wanted and how to get it. He was friendly with the popular girls and he knew how to flirt The more he thought about the more confident he felt in himself.

Looking back in the mirror he didn’t recognize himself for a second. Was that really him? He looked so much more mature than just a few minutes ago. Johnathon let out a hearty laugh. It’s cause he was a tough guy. Johnathon put the safety equipment back on. He had no idea why he thought it had felt so large. He’d been wearing stuff like this right out of high school while working for his dad. This was standard procedure. Plus he was going to get the company when his dad retired. All Johnathon had to do was show that he was capable of actually running it. Sure management wasn’t as enjoyable as actually getting his hands dirty, but it was going to be a sacrifice he was willing to make.

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💙 with Suga...☺️


“YOONGI! YOONGI COME EAT!” I yell as I pour noodles into a bowl and I walk into the front room to watch TV. I hear a groan and I get up going into my shared room. 

“Yoongi-ah get your ass up now!” I whine grabbing the little fur ball by his tail. 

Yoongi pokes his messy bed head up his black ears resting against his head as his black tail sways back and forth. 

“Are you going to sleep your life away?” I ask him as I brace my hands on my hips. He rubs his eyes as he stands up slowly his tank top falling down and his baller shorts unbunching. 

“Don’t be mad at me. You know how hard it is to control my body?” Suga asks me placing a kiss on my lips as he grabs my hand walking me to the front room with him. 

I found Yoongi a few months ago. He was sitting behind the trash can on a rainy night looking for food. I brought him home and kept him with me and he seemed strange. I thought his tail and ears were fake until I pulled on them. Scared the little thing half to death he wouldn’t come near me for a week. 

He has been a great help though. He cleans up when I’m at work and he is always a great cuddler. I love when his warm blooded body is pressed against me as I play in his ears or stroke his tail. His purrs ripping from his throat as he sits there in content. 

“—?” Yoongi asks me and I open my eyes wide realizing I had been dreaming. 

“H-huh?” I ask him as he stares at me. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks me tickling my nose with his tail making me blush as he eats his food his ears flexing in delight. 

“About when we met. And how happy you’ve made me.” I say scratching the back of my head blushing softly. He smirks at me putting his bowl down as he climbs in my lap placing his hands on my chest as his wags his tail back and forth. 

“You love me?” He asks softly licking my cheek. 

“Of course I do. If I didn’t you wouldn’t be living here. I would’ve given you away.” I say pecking his lips softly. 

“Your the best owner I’ve ever had.” He says as I stroke his cheek. 

“But I’m more then that Yoongi. I’m your girlfriend.” I say with a pout and he kisses my lips. 

“I know and hopefully one day you will be my wife.” He says smiling at me as he gets off my lap finishing his noodles. 

“Do you think you would be able to face those people looking the way you do?” I ask him with a hint of worry in my voice. 

“I don’t care what the other think as long as I am with you.” He says making my heart flutter as I stare at him in awe. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” I say softly and he giggles. 

“Your stealing my lines.” He says laughing at me. 

When he finishes his noodles he cleans up the dishes before he comes and snuggles beside me as we turn on a romantic film and I let him lay on my chest as both of us look at the screen his legs between mine as the cover drape across our body.

I start to play with his ears scratching behind them softly and I feel his tail starting to move the covers as he gets excited. I start to hear purrs fall from his chest rumbling against mine. I kiss the top of his head softly as he falls into a soft snore. 

“I’ll never find no one as good as you.” He says twisting his face to kiss my lips and I laugh kissing him back. 

“Now whose stealing my lines?” I ask him and he giggles with a hum before he drifts off to sleep on my chest.

Keep your friends close,and your enemies closer (chanyeol x reader)

gang!au | i really tried giving this a good title, and this happened,,,

“Boss! Ya hafta see what happened to the EXO-K worms after the guys you sent to finish off those lowlifes who tried to extort money from one of our students! They beat’em up real fine, sent’em to the hospital, they’re probably cryin’ for their mommas,”





“WHAT?! Can’t a gang leader do her pre-calc homework in peace?!” you bang the table with your palm, sending your pencil scattering to the floor.

“W-we’re sor-“

“BOSS! IT’S A PROCLAMATION OF BATTLE FROM EXO-K!” a short boy with a shaved head bursts into the makeshift meeting room.

“From whom?”

“The leader himself! The nerve! Says he wants to ‘teach EXO-M’s leader to not fuck with them anymore,’!”

“We’ll see about that, you can tell one of their lackeys that we’ll gladly take up their offer,” you smirked.

Constantly in a battle for pride, recognition and popularity, EXO-M and EXO-K were two of the most popular public schools in Korea. Like two sides of a coin, they stood facing each other, with similar buildings and uniforms. Constructed and brought into existence by the hands of Principal Lee Soo Man himself, the schools were always in turmoil. They were always beating each other up every chance they got in order to assert dominance over the other.

It wasn’t that EXO-M allowed only Chinese students to enroll, nor did EXO-K only Korean. It was a common mistake that people made while comparing their names.

EXO-M and EXO-K’s fights were endless, and the victors depended on fate.


“I’ll cut his ass up into cubes and deep fry it in sunflower oil, package it in fine china, and send it to Soo Man himself!” Chanyeol bellows. He’s oscillating rapidly on a rusty swing in the park where he promised to meet the EXO-M leader in order to teach him a lesson. Having been a leader for only a year, Chanyeol wasn’t really experienced with dealing with people of high importance, so he usually let his fists do the talking.

“Wait until I get my hands on him…what should I start with though?”

“How about you start by gendering me properly, asswipe,” you mutter after having managed to stealthily walk up behind the guy.

“AGH FUCK!” Chanyeol yelps, trying to get out of the swing but failing miserably, because his thighs were too wide for the baby swing, trapping him and jostling his upper body downward. He balances himself and snaps his head back at the person who managed to scare the shit out of him.

“What?! What are you doing here? Didn’t Tao bar anyone other than the EXO-M leader from entering the park?”

“…are you always this dumb? Who do you think you’re looking at, dumbfuck? Doesn’t my name indicate anything to you? (y/n)?”

“Really funny. I’m pretty sure I was told that EXO-M’s leader has…an anchor tattoo on their wrist…” he trails off as you bare your wrist at him and narrow your eyes.

“…what,” he whispers before squeezing his hand into one of his pants’ pockets and pulling out the most ugliest neon pink bejeweled flip phone you’d ever laid your eyes on. He snaps it open and slaps it to his elf like ears after furiously pressing some numbers.

“KRIS! YOU FUCKER! YOU DIDN’T MENTION THAT THE LEADER WAS A GIRL!? WHAT THE HELL!?” he spits, his back facing you. You cross your arms and stare at him lividly.

“…I did asshole. Besides, I’m late for my Pilates class with my boyfriend, I’ll have to call you later,” you hear the boy named Kris reply from the other side in a deep voice.

“FUCKING HELL?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BEAT UP A GI-!“ Chanyeol asks, and before he’s done, his phone’s flying out of his hand, and onto the sandy floor, your shoe retracting from where his phone previously was, leaving a tiny red welt on the shell of his ear.

“I’ll beat you up then,” you offer placidly, trying your best to not sock the guy on his face.

“MY PHONE!” he yelps, trying to scramble off the swing and failing yet again.

“…you’re stuck to the fucking thing!” you laugh, slapping your knee.

“Don’t laugh at me, save my phone!” he screams, trying to squeeze his thighs as close as possible.

“Wait, wouldn’t want to break your dick, would you?” you grin, cracking your knuckles. You swing your right foot as far as you can and lodge it right on his ass, sending him flying out of the plastic mold and onto the sand floor.

“W-wai-!” he starts but he doesn’t finish because there’s sand in his mouth and his chin feels like it’s on fire. His phone lies 5cm away from his cheek, which is currently squished on the floor, pricks of pain from the sand shooting up his face.

“Rude asshole,” you mutter, before turning and walking away.

Tao’s mouth is wide open and he’s frozen, standing near the gate of the park.

“Chanyeol-ge!” he cries before he runs to him with concern.


“You got into another fight, sister?!” Yixing yelps, looking at your knuckles and frowning. He usually refers to you as sister in Chinese, as a term of endearment.

“Is that the question you ask a gang leader, Xing?” you shoot him a withering look before slipping the straps of your backpack onto your shoulders and walking towards the classroom door.

“…you can’t go around getting into fights like this!” Yixing pouts at you after picking his purple colored bag up and jogging up behind you. You walk with him till the school gates.

“Go home Yixing,” you turn behind and pat his hair.

“I’m going to the bookstore with Jongdae! Stay out of trouble this time!” he smiles at you and you grin back.

“Try not to get surrounded by goons unless I’m around! Don’t wander into dark alleys and stay focused on the road!” you warn him.

“Bai!” he waves before scampering off.

You smile and wave until his figure disappears at the corner of the road. Just as you’re about to make your way back home, someone grabs the back of your neck and pulls you towards an alley right next to EXO-M.


“Ah, fuck!” you whimper as you try to seat yourself as delicately as possible on the wooden stool. The fight went on for quite long and you took quite a lot of damage before you were able to get the upper hand against the students of some school which allied with EXO-K. Just as you were about to limp back home while suppressing your pain, or more like trying to, you received a message from your mother that she wasn’t going to be back home anytime soon since a group of guys who got beat up by someone real bad had turned up and she had a list of other patients to treat.

“Great, I can’t believe they’re getting treated by my own mother after getting their asses beat by me,” you whisper in anger and slap your forehead onto the table. Taking shelter in a faraway shop seemed to be the best option before the lackeys called anymore guys to the scene. You’d prefer walking back home and getting bandaged by your mother and aunt because it’s worth the shouting you’d get but you realize that you’re also out of that option.

You reach for the paper menu with one hand and slip the other into your pocket, trying to scrounge enough money to buy yourself a decent bowl of ramen. You pile enough notes and end up having to dig some coins out of your bag, but manage to order yourself a huge bowl. Putting your head down onto the wooden surface of the table, you wait patiently after giving an old man your order.

“CHANYEOL- AH!” the man screams and disappears into the kitchenette. Your ears perk up.


A few minutes later, someone appears while carrying a steaming ceramic bowl, a packet of chopsticks stuck in the space between his nose and mouth.

“Your ramen~” he singsongs, and you snap up after hearing the familiar voice.


“YOU!” both of you scream.

He places the bowl on the table with a loud thunk and glares.

“I had to wash my mouth five times to get the sand off! And now my phone also isn’t working! I spent an entire night sticking gems onto it!” he breathes heavily.

“Here, look at this,” you cup your hands, smile widely, and shake it at him, urging him.

He looks at you questioningly and cups your hands, peeking into the space between your thumbs.

“Can you see the number of fucks I give?”

He recoils back and gives you a withering look, trying to come up with a fitting comeback.

“You look like shit,” he comments instead, dropping his butt onto a plastic stool on the other side of the long counter like table.

“Yeah, you don’t come out of a fight with waxed legs and a moisturized face.”

“I don’t recall sending anybody to get your ass beat, what happened?” he says, surveying your black eye, busted lip and scratched cheek.

You shrug and peel your chopsticks apart, slapping your hands together in a prayer of thanks before scooping some noodles up.

“Did you make this?”


“Ha, there is something that you can do right.”

“What?! I’ll have you know that I’ve been making ramen since they cut my umbilical cord!”

“…that’s giving me weird images,” you laugh, wrestling a stray noodle into your mouth with a loud slurp.

Chanyeol wordlessly gets up and disappears into the kitchenette, returning a good three minutes later, clutching something in his hand. It’s a plastic bag of ice.

“Wow, what a gentleman,” you mutter, tilting the bowl back to drink some of the broth.

“This is for my ass…” he hisses.

That’s what he says, but as soon as you put the bowl down, he’s softly pressing the bag onto your face, hissing when he feels it touching your eyes.

“Flattery won’t let me spare your ass in a fight,” you say, trying to blindly place your chopsticks on the rim of the bowl but failing as it ends up falling into the soup.

“Fuck! I dropped my chopsticks into the bowl; get this out of my face! I don’t want my broth to taste like wood and the germs on my hands! I PAID SO MUCH FOR THIS!” you yelp, flapping your hands at where you thought he was.

“OW! FUCK! YOU POKED MY EYE!” he screams, trying to hold his eye and fish your chopsticks out of the bowl simultaneously.

You panic at the feeling of your eye beginning to freeze and try to pry the bag off your face but Chanyeol’s holding it really tight, in the process of trying to soothe his eye pain himself.

“FUCK! I CAN FEEL MY CORNEA FLOODING, GET THIS OFF! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” you howl, trying to move back. A sickening crack echoes through your body and you whimper as your leg stills uselessly against the footrest of the stool.


“IT SERVES YOU RIGHT!” Chanyeol spits, probing his eye softly. Your chopsticks are perched on the table, soaked with broth.

“Great! My entire body is in pain, and now, I can’t even eat the rest of my fucking ramen! Thanks, Mr. I like freezing people’s eyeballs for fun! FUCK YOU!” you grimace at the feeling of not being able to feel your leg.

“I’m trying to help you!”

“If this is revenge for making you eat sand, then you’ve taken it too far!” you wince, trying to place your foot properly so as not hurt it.

“I didn- Oh my god! Let’s just stop arguing for a second!”

“Bu-“ you start.

“SHUT. UP.” you scowled, crossing your arms.

“Stay right there,” Chanyeol commands, grabbing the bowl and chopsticks before walking back to the kitchen. You pick the bag of ice up and smile, dabbing it onto your eyes precariously.

He reappears, this time, carrying a tinier bowl, filled with broth.

“Salvaged that from the pot, you can take it,” he says, sliding it infront of you.

“Are you serious? Aren’t you going to take this chance to drop laxatives into the broth?”

“Of course not, though I could have…” Chanyeol says, staring into the distance.

“Dumbfuck, you’re too late. Now take responsibility for my foot, you asshole,”

“…now why would I do that? We’re enemies.”

“…you owe me for being so sexist?”

“What? How does that make me owe you anything? That just makes me decent because I didn’t want to hurt a prett-“

“OOoooooohoohohoho! You think I’m pretty?!” you elbow his chest.

“AH! MY NIPPLES! YOU’RE SQUISHING THEM!” he screams, covering his chest protectively.  The lady sitting next to you both gives you both a look of pure aversion.

“Grandfather! I’m going out for a bit!” Chanyeol shouts and an equally deep voice shouts back an affirmation. You drink the broth he brought back in one go and look at it in despair.

“I wish I had more money…” you whisper.

Chanyeol huffs, putting his feet over the table and jumping to your side. He bends down before you.

“Look…I just want to let you know that I’m not into spanking…especially in public. I’m going to assume that you’re utterly enraptured by the spanking skills from today morning, bu-“

“Shut up and get on, can’t you act normal for once?” he mutters, flapping his hands and motioning to his back.

“Rest in pieces, my pride,” you whisper.

“Just this once, we’ll get you home and the next time, you can teach those guys a good lesson once you’re all healed up!” he grins as you silently get onto his back. You wrap your hands around his neck and smile silently.

“Just so I can choke the shit out of you if you try to touch my butt.”

“Point taken,” Chanyeol shivers, keeping his hands as firmly around your legs as possible.

Chanyeol smelled like the shitty cologne every teenage boy seemed to love spraying on themselves and you’ve smelled it countless times when you haul them onto the floor, coupled with the rusty smell of blood and spit. But on Chanyeol, the scent made you somehow feel better.

How could he expect you to beat him up after doing this? What were you doing, feeling safe in the hands of your biggest enemy?

“You can un-tense yourself, I’m not going to feel you up,” Chanyeol tells you as you both make your way towards your house, with you giving him directions.

“If you utter a word about this to anyone, I will have your head.”

“Okay okay…”

As soon as you make your next turn, Chanyeol stills suddenly, his hands tightening around the underside of your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him and try to make out what he’s so focused at. In the distance, you spot two guys, walking hand in hand and laughing.

“KRIS!” Chanyeol hollers and the other stops abruptly.

“…Chanyeol!” Kris exclaims. The two finally step under a streetlight and you identify the other guy with Kris.


“(y/n)!” he blubbers after spotting you on Chanyeol’s back.


“…It’s a long story. I’ll explain later,” Chanyeol sighs, huffing through his nose.


“…what’s happening?” you whisper into Chanyeol’s ear and he shrugs. You both give each other a look and burst into laughter, with Kris and Suho arguing in the background. Kris and Suho look at both of you incredulously.

The night finishes peacefully, and by peaceful, it ends with you at home safely, with Yixing screaming at you through the phone and your mother and Suho treating your wounds. Chanyeol goes back home, his ear clutched in Kris’s long ass fingers. You probe Suho and make him spill the dating story. Kris and Suho have been dating for the last 4 years. Relationships between EXO-M and EXO-K students weren’t forbidden, but it was definitely frowned upon if many people came to know about it. And therefore, Suho and Kris had vowed to keep it a secret.





“Hahaha he’s so dumb, hnnn?”


“What?! Can’t someone text in peace?!” you ask as the three of you are walking back from school.

“…who are you texting?” Suho asks while Yixing resorts to pouting and staring at you.

“Nobody you should know of,” you scoot away from both of them.

“SHE’S TEXTING CHANYEOL-GE!” Yixing yells, breaking into a fit of giggles.

“STOP LOOKING INTO MY PHONE, HEATHEN!” you smack the back of Yixing’s head with the device and he whimpers.

“Why are you texting him?” Suho questions. The last text Chanyeol sends before putting his phone off for a bit is a picture of Kris looking at a clipboard, captioned “bb captain needs more “balls” literally and figuratively.”

“I don’t know, he gave me his number sometime after I got better. Chanyeol is…”

“Cute? Fun? Adorable?” Suho presses, plucking a water bottle from his bag.

“Leader is falling in love! This is forbidden!” Yixing coos.

“He’s…interesting and dumb.”

“…which means, at one point of your covert sexting, you thought of dating him?” Suho asks before gulping down his water.

“What?! No!” you vehemently deny.

“Lies,” Yixing mutters.

“Have fun sexting him!~ I’m off to Jongdae’s,” Yixing follows with a goodbye before turning off into another street.

“What does he do with Jongdae?” you ask Suho who just shrugs.

“I’m going to the basketball court,” you tell Suho, pointing to another road.

“Another fight?” Suho asks, eyebrows raised in mock interest.

“I promised Chanyeol that I’d play him one on one, since he was going on about being amazing at it.”

“So…It’s a date?!” his nose quivers, indicating that he’s trying to suppress laughter.

“…I hate you.” You pout at Suho.

“On a serious note. How are you going to keep this going, you’re both supposed to be sworn enemies?” Suho turns pensive.

“I don’t know and I don’t want to talk about this, see you tomorrow, dad!” you flip him off, running away from him.


“You play like a castrated giraffe.”

“Say that to my face, go on,” he threatens you as you both sit on the concrete floor, the smell of cement strong on your noses from the construction work nearby.

“Pass me the water bottle, ass,” you make grabbing motions at the bottle next to him. Chanyeol picks it up and holds it as high away from you as possible.

“Fuck you, hand it over right now.”

“Make me, asswipe.”

“Fuck,” your voice is hoarse as you resort to leaning over him and trying to grab the bottle from him.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he comments.

“I’m going to send my gang to beat the shit out of you tomorrow,” you grit your teeth as you try to reach for the bottle. Your legs refuse to get up and snatch it off.

He doesn’t comment, but opts to stare at you amusedly as you struggle to atleast touch the edge of the bottle. He looks down at your lips, and in a moment of bravery, decides to peck them. You freeze and stare at him before pressing your palms to his cheeks and slotting your lips against his.

It’s weird, kissing someone you should be lighting gravestone incense for out of mock sympathy because school wars weren’t supposed to end up with both of you making out in a dirty basketball court. Chanyeol’s hand slides over your thighs and you’re gasping when you feel him pull you closer, both of your mouths slick with spit and you know that this was wrong, so wrong, but the groan Chanyeol is breathing out against your lips isn’t helping your clarity. Your school uniform is ruffled beyond repair as you both finally part ways.


“Leader! There’s a fight near the third alley and one of EXO-K is threatening Yixing with a knife!”

You look up in alarm from your physics worksheet and curse loudly before scrambling behind the boy who’s rushing through corridor after corridor and finally, you spot Yixing’s pallid face, his collar clutched by an EXO-K lackey.

“(y/n)!” he stammers out and the lackey presses the knife further into his neck, making you frown.

“Let him go, asshole,” you order, gritting your teeth loudly. Yixing having hemophilia isn’t helping the situation.

“Like hell I will, take one step and you’ll be finding him dead. What is he doing in this area anyway?”

You get tired of waiting and lunge at the lackey, pulling Yixing towards your side and pushing him far away as you can, you notice the knife plunging into the taut skin of your arm and whimper loudly, a sob tearing from your throat.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?! I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU TO FUCK WITH ANY SCHOOL OTHER THAN EXO-M!” you hear Chanyeol shout from somewhere and you feel soothed by his voice.


“(y/n), Are you okay?!” Yixing asks, breathing loudly and Chanyeol drags you out of Yixing’s hands before wincing.

“I’m going to p-pull it out, okay?” he stammers out.

“We’re not having sex,” you grit out laughter. Chanyeol says nothing but counts to three and yanks the knife out quickly. You muffle your scream into his uniform shirt and feel your tears seeping into the cotton. You hear him assuring Yixing that he’d take care of you and you feel him carry you off while he presses a piece of cloth against your wound.


He takes you a clinic and you’re grateful for all the attention you get from the gang, Yixing and Suho over the next week, but what you least expect is Suho rushing in one day, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“WE’RE MERGING!” he squeals.



“Why?” you ask, surprised.

“The expenses were too much to manage so Principal Soo Man wants to put everything together.”

“What’s Chanyeol doing?” you ask, with the furious need to know because Chanyeol hasn’t come by after he’d first brought you here.

“He stepped down from the leader position, there’s a rumor going around that he’s the one who pulled some strings and got the merger affirmed from Soo Man.”

“Ugh, I’m going to go back to sleep,” you make up an excuse to get Suho to leave. Things are too confusing and suspicious for you to wrap your head around.

“I’m sorry, this must come as a shock for you, I’ll see you tomorrow when you’re discharged!” he smiles and shows himself out politely.

You desperately hope that Chanyeol will visit you, atleast before you get discharged, and he does, popping into your room when you least expect it. You would’ve completely missed him since he shows up at 4am unless you’d woken up to drink some water and chew on your vitamins.

“Holy shit! Why are you sitting on the floor!?”

Chanyeol doesn’t reply, head bent over between his knees.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers.

“About the hand? That’s fine, tell me about you and this stepping down from leader thing,” you ask him, sliding down next to him.

“I don’t want to live a life of violence anymore.”

“WOW Confucius, elaborate.”

“I’ve never liked anyone so much,” he sniffles.

“Are you crying?”

“YES!” he blubbers and finally bursts into tears, snot dribbling from his nose comically.

“D-don’t cry! I really like you too!”

“B-but! We can’t be together without so much opp-ression!” he fidgets with his hands and says in a nasally voice.

“Of course we can! Suho and Kris got together! Why can’t we? Don’t you want to be with me? Besides, it’ll bring a semblance of peace if the leaders of the gangs happen to get along so well. We aren’t exactly Romeo and Juliet.”

“I do! B-but!” he blubbers yet again and you give him a look of amusement and sympathy.

“Please stop crying,” you wipe away his tears and kiss his cheek softly. That makes him stop and he gives you an incredulous look.

“You’ve got snot on your hands.”

“FUCK!” you yelp and slap him on his pants to rub off the snot from your hands.

Chanyeol picks a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his face before facing you resolutely.

“I realllly realllly like you, and I don’t want to give up like you said…so, do you want me as your boyfriend?”

“Wow, the sky is blue, Chanyeol.”

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anonymous asked:

S/O is a performer in a bar and does something similar to the Jessica rabbit scene from "who framed roger rabbit"?

( HNNNNG i love this so much Jessica Rabbit so iconic )

  • The band had decided to have a night out on the town so 2D convinced them to go to a bar they’ve never been to before. When they had entered, they were surprised to see it was very well put together. Almost like it was a nightclub.
  • As Russel and Noodle headed for the bar, 2D and Murdoc took a seat and got their drinks from a cocktail waitress that was passing by. 
  • As the two drank, they had seen many men start rushing towards the stage excitedly as the lights began to dim. The two looked at each other, confused.
  • Before long, a piano started up and the sound of a smooth, sultry voice was heard. As the singing continued, the curtains slowly opened to reveal you in strapless, red sequin dress with a slit running up the side to show off your legs. 2D and Murdoc’s mouths dropped as they caught sight of you.
  • As you strutted your way down the stage, men were practically throwing themselves at you but you would push them away in a very teasing manner.
  • You then started making your way down the steps and into the crowd, making your way to Murdoc who was devouring you with his eyes. You let your hand slide from his shoulder to his chest, your eyes never leaving his. When he had leaned into you, you pushed him back in the chair with your hands and made you way over to 2D.
  • When you had sat in his lap, he tensed up a bit. You just smiled and continued to sing, letting your fingers rub the underside of his chin. You then leaned into him, your lips barely touching his. When he had attempted to kiss you, you pulled his hat down over his eyes to stop him.
  • You then made way for the stage again, your hips swaying as you had walked back to where you were when you first started, hitting the very last note before the curtains closed again.
  • The crowd began to clap and whistle, 2D and Murdoc standing on their feet as they applauded you.
  • 2D was certainly mesmerized with the thought of you.
  • He came to see you perform more often

anonymous asked:

Hey (its me again) can I have some more phase 1 stuff. I noticed tht noodle always had like little matching space suit looking outfits. So maybe like some shopping for her with the boys?? Idek u just always seem to come up with rlly cute creative things but keep it in perfect characterization and I just love ur writing okay. Thanks❤️ -h

(Hello again, sweet anon h, I spend some time researching her outfits, and came to the conclusion that they, obviously, looked very much like some kimono-like Japanese uniforms. Hope this is okay! It was fun writing it. ALSO U SEEM RLY NICE, i wanna know who you are)

They had tried everything by now; begged, ordered, persuaded with candy and ice cream. Nothing helped, and though she was little, she stood her ground and yelled a big “No”, one of the words she’d learnt in English, and a pretty useful one, each time they presented actual clothes to her. Apparently, fashion for 10-year-olds weren’t tasteful to tiny Noodle but in all fairness, none of the band members really liked pink. She had to wear something though and when they rotated the responsibility of getting her dressed and ready each morning, it was the same for each of them. They’d choose a piece of clothing but she’d refuse to wear it unless they’d explained that she’d have to wear that or nothing.

They’d caught her several times looking through their drawers and pull on their long-sleeved shirts. They were way too big for her, almost looking like oversized dresses as she nearly stumbled in them when trying to walk in them. She’d call their names excitedly and then swing around the big sleeves with a grin. None of them ever got mad at her but she got mad when they wouldn’t let her wear them.

“Noodle, you can’t wear that, please take it off,” Murdoc sighed, “I can’t pull it offyou, it wouldn’t seem appropriate.”

“No!” Noodle said defiantly and spun around to make the sleeves flap in the air, “No, nonononoooo!”

“Well, it’s my shirt,” he tried again but she just shouted again, “Fucking hell, wasabi girl, take it off.”

Russel and 2D eyed them from across the room, Noodle having stolen Murdoc’s chosen shirt for the day. Russel smirked, “Seems like you gonna have to give it up.”

“Shut it, it’s the only one I have that’s clean,” Murdoc replied bitterly and began pulling at the sleeve, causing Noodle to yell at him in Japanese.

“Wear one of the dirty ones? Body odor never seemed to bother you,” 2D snorted and Russel started laughing. Murdoc grumbled, eventually giving up when Noodle started screeching.

“Fine, you little shi-,” he was cut off by Russel’s raised brow, “Fine, Russel, you say something to her then!”

“Very well,” Russel walked up to Noodle, crouching down to look at her as she still flapped the oversized sleeves, “Noodle, look at me.”

Reluctantly, she did and Russel cleared his throat, trying his hardest to form a sentence in his head. His Japanese was horrible but he figured that after the hair-trimmer-incident, where Noodle had nearly shaved all her hair off, he’d have to just learn a few words and commands. It took him a moment before he eventually said something close to a sentence, “Noodle, how about we go out to buy clothes and you can choose whatever you want?”

Noodle eyed him suspiciously but eventually nodded with a big grin, “Yes!”


It turned out that even though Noodle got to choose whatever she wanted, she was still picky as hell, dragging her boys from store to store, and looking miffed at every piece of clothing that she passed. She wanted nothing in too bright colours, nothing with patterns of princesses, butterflies or flowers. It was horrid because somehow clothing industries were certain that all girls liked pink and purple with glitter and rainbows.

“We’ve literally tried everything,” 2D groaned, stopping up to light a cigarette and refusing to walk anymore. He sat down on the nearest bench, “When can we go home? My feet are tired.”

Murdoc nodded, sitting down on the opposite side of the bench, “For once I actually agree with Dimwit, dare I say that I want to take my boots off.”

“More like your hooves,” 2D grumbled at the nickname, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping the cigarette.

“Shut up, 2D,” Murdoc said bitterly and Russel sighed deeply, holding Noodle’s hand tighter so she wouldn’t run off.

“You two better get off your asses so we can move on, there’s still loads of shops left and I’m not gonna break my promise to her. She will pick something she likes before we go home. Simply parenting, you know,” Russel lectured, picking Noodle up and let her sit on his shoulders, legs around him, “Are you going to keep on whining or?”


After what seemed like, and probably was, hours, Noodle finally started speaking up and pointing to a tiny shop. It was one of those that you didn’t really notice when walking down the streets and Murdoc held up his arms, “I rarely say this but thank God.”

Russel smiled, trying not to show how badly his feet hurt from walking for hours. He put Noodle down onto the ground again and she happily ran into the small, Japanese-like, shop.

A little bell chimed as they walked in and a little old, Japanese lady looked up from the counter. She smiled widely as soon as she saw Noodle, waving at her and Noodle excitedly looked at all the things. There were lots of colours, making most of them almost dizzy. Daruma Dolls, Lucky Cats, different coloured paper laterns, the smell of matcha tea and several different tea sets and porcelain. What caught Noodle’s attention was neither of those things, instead she steered towards a rack of clothing which only contained what seemed to be Japanese-like, old fashioned kimonos; long jackets with wide sleeves and a tight collar.

“Why didn’t we think of that?” 2D said with a whimper, crossing his legs and examining his poor feet after sitting down on a chair, “It makes sense she’d want something that reminded her of home.”

“This shop is creeping me out,” Murdoc mumbled, looking at the Daruma Dolls, “Hah! This one har your eyes, Faceache!” He picked one up and the lady immediately snapped at him in Japanese, causing him to put it down as he looked completely flustered. Noodle’s eyes widened and she started giggling. The woman walked up to her and spoke softly in Japanese, pointing at the different pieces of clothing.

“Remember Noodle, you can choose whatever you want in here,” Russel reminded her and the woman translated, making Noodle look up at Russel with wide eyes. She walked to hug him close, her head on his stomach.

“Go on then, Noodle, choose something,” 2D encouraged from his seat and the woman slowly translated for them. He finally stood again and walked up to look through the rack with her, “You should definitely model for us, right Russel?”

Noodle looked excited at that and nodded, picking out a red outfit with white sleeves. She showed Russel, who nodded approvingly. It was a long, red jacket with buttons all the way down and it had matching shorts to go with it. Where the breast pocket should’ve been, there was a small white logo of something neither of them knew.

She was lead to a changing room by the owner and soon came out in the outfit and her helmet. She beamed, hands in her sides, and spun around.

“Fuck this, I’m going for a cigarette, anyone got a lighter?” Murdoc said after a little while, looking quite unimpressed and still bitter at the fact that he had been scolded by an old, Japanese lady.


It took surprisingly little time for Noodle to choose several outfits, including a sandy coloured one and a black one. She was happier than ever as she was allowed to leave in the red one, and even Murdoc had to smile at the sight of her. It didn’t last long when the rest of the band presented a Daruma Doll for him, which he didn’t find funny at all. Though especially Noodle found it hilarious.

It became much easier to get on with their mornings after this, and the person being responsible of her getting dressed and ready for the day, started getting their morning tea and toast warm instead of cold.

precision, accuracy, and the pursuit of trueness

precision, accuracy, and the pursuit of trueness
part two. shance. pg-13.
five times lance was oblivious and one time he wasn’t.


part one


Muugrin is the fifth day in the ten day Altean week cycle. Along with Getab—the last day of said Altean week cycle—Muugrin means that Lance and the other paladins are slowly dying on the training deck of the castle-ship.

“I don't—think—I’ll ever—get—used—to this,” Lance gasps. For the last two vargas, Lance has climbed, ran, and fought non-stop as Coran gleefully yelled encouragements over the comm. Lance had collapsed as soon as the last simulation stopped, lying down on the training room floor and spreading his limbs out like a starfish.

“Same,” Hunk groans.

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You Could Have Anyone (Shalaska) - jazz

A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first fic - just a little shameless Shalaska smut for you (with maybe a hint of actual plot/fluff if you look close enough?) It’s pretty short, but I just wanted to get the hang of posting on here before writing something longer. Let me know if you have any feedback/comments! xx

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The Cintron Hall Situation

Summary: Stiles is freezing and miserable in his dorm, so he decides to knock on his hot neighbor Derek’s door for help.

Notes: I just wanted to write some bedsharing fic! (On AO3)

Stiles loves Cintron hall. It’s the oldest dorm on campus, made of sturdy, weather-worn brown brick. It’s known as the “boring” dorm, because it’s filled mainly with the nerdy and socially awkward (and the science majors, who are often both).

There are never any loud parties or fights at Cintron, but sometimes on the weekends, people hang out in the lobby and watch movies or the latest episode of Doctor Who.

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merc9andazombie  asked:

“You pushed me out of bed in your sleep.” (Keith to Flareon)

Omg hahahaha!

Sharing a Bed Sentence Starters

Keith woke to the feeling of everything being colder and harder than when he went to sleep, he blinked his eyes open to find himself at eye-level with where he had tossed his boots. he blinked again pushing himself up in a sitting position to find that the only part of his body that still was on the bed was his right foot, the blanket hung halfheartedly over his leg, while the other occupant in the bed snored stretched far and long and taking up the whole bed. Keith rose to his feet and glared at Flareon.

  “You lil shit.” Keith grumbled as he grabbed the pokémon and lifted it up, but Flareon’s body acted like a boiled noodle. “Why do you have to be so much like a cat?!” Keith groaned as he let Flareon fall back in the bed, causing the pokémon to open one eye and look at him, a confused chirp left the fire type and Keith placed his hands on his hips.

  “You pushed me out of bed in your sleep.” Keith said “If you do it one more time you’re banned from sleeping on my bed.”

Blissfully His

Prompt: Matthew courting the Reader and being his funny romantic self. Requested: Yes

There was a knock on the door and nerves finally trickled through your body. You glanced over yourself once more, wondering if you looked okay or if you should change again. Knowing Matthew was waiting you decided you looked good enough and made your way to let him in.

Taking a slow, deep breath, you open the door to see Matthew standing tall and handsome dressed in black jeans, a funky sweater and a scarf wrapped around his neck. You sighed and smiled at him as he looked you over, a wide smile breaking across his face, “You look incredible, Y/N.”

Blushing, you ushered him in and turned to grab your coat, “I think that was my line. You look great, Matthew.”

A small chuckle left his mouth as he reached over to take your coat, turning you so he could place it on you, “No that was definitely my line to say. Are you ready to go?”

“I sure am!” You reply, freeing your hair from between you and your coat. “Where is it we are going to exactly?”

A grin settled on his face and you marveled over his beauty. “That is a surprise and you know it Y/N.”

You grumble over the fact as he laughs. Taking your hand in his he leads you outside and bundle you close to his side. You feel your cheeks heat up and smile to yourself. You’d never imagined you’d be courted around with Matthew. You couldn’t help but remember every moment shared between you two.

“Remember the first time you asked me out on a date?” You say as you rubbed your thumb against his. “I don’t think I’d ever laughed that much before.”

“Ah yes! I’d shown you my rather sexy dance moves only to have trip over the rose bushes.” He says with a laugh, the distant memory both playing in your heads.

“I’d pulled out every thorn.” You mused as he chuckled and drew you closer to him.

“All except one.” He replied. You stopped walking as you recounted the memory. Matthew stopped to stare at you, a smile on his faces, eyes bright.

You were sure you’d pulled them all. “I’d sworn I got them all?”

Matthew chuckles and draws you close again, this time slipping his hands on your waist. You wound your arms around him and relished in the warmth he provided, “The last thorn, that has since flourished into a flower, is in my heart. You.”

“Oh you sweet human being!” You say as you crush him to you, you’re face buried in his chest. You feel the rise and fall of his laughter and can’t help but join in.

“Come on little one.” He muses with a smirk and captures your hand once more. You poke his side with your free hand and laugh when he jumps away.

“That’s for calling me little.” You say as you back away from him. He has a look in his eyes you can’t quite decipher and it built up nerves in your stomach. Good ones.

Before you could react, Matthew jumped towards you and picks you up, swinging you around and around as the laughter you both emit fill the streets. People gaze at the two of you with smiles on their faces, swooning and wishing that they find a love like that. One so freeing and pure and an absolute delight.

Matthew places your feet firmly on the ground as he spins you to face him. “That was for poking me.”

He kisses you then. You open you mouth to gasp and he takes control over the kiss, deepening it as your tongues dance together. Just as you get breathless and weak legged he pulls back and stares at you softly, “And what was that for?”

“Just because.” He replies just as breathless, “You’re amazing and I just want you to know how much I appreciate your time.”

You grin and place a quick firm kiss on his lips once more before pulling back, “Couldn’t ask for a better date.”

Matthew walks back and takes your hand but you notice before he does the mistake he’s just made, “Matthew wait!”

Water drenched the two of you from head to toe and as you take each other in all you could do was laugh. Matthew had missed the step behind him and also the puddle that awaited and as you’d tried to pull him back it was futile. His natural reaction to pull you to help correct his stance had you both tumbling down into the awaiting puddle.

“Well, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for the evening.” He says as he helps you stand up. People rush up to see if you’re both okay and he reassures them that you’re both fine. “I’m sorry I’m such a klutz.”

Worry filled his eyes and you embrace him gently, gazing into his chocolate orbs you adored so much, “That isn’t something you should be sorry for. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

“Love?” He questions. Your eyes widen suddenly as you try to backtrack.

“I just mean that…it’s just that you…what I meant was-” And just like that you were silenced with a kiss so soft you thought it could break you.

The nerves you felt now we’re uncomfortable. Had you just ruined everything? Yes Matthew had been courting you and you knew you really liked him but you weren’t all too sure how he felt despite all the dates and moments you had shared together. Even in the tabloids you were only rumored to be an ‘old friend’. Not that that had bothered you but it also stumped you when you wondered what the two of you were becoming or where things were leading.

“I’ll cancel reservations. I need to get you home and out of these wet clothes.” He says quietly. He seems distracted and you felt sick with the idea that you’d just lost a man who was never really yours to begin with. Despite courting you and making numerous memories together you still weren’t actually together and here you were spouting off the L word like…like you were in love…

And maybe you are. In love. With Matthew. You sucked in a breath as a small tear strolls down your cheek. Matthew stares down at you and pulls you close but doesn’t say a word. You finally get back to your place and lead him inside, dropping your bag to the floor and heading towards the shower.

You let the hot water wash over you and sighed. Maybe if you stayed in here longer you could keep him here longer. Dismissing the idea you get out and throw on a silky nightgown and head out to find him dressed in grey sweats and another top. He looked incredibly sexy and you fought a groan from escaping.

Hearing your muffled sounds, Matthew turns to find you staring at him in a silk gown and long wet hair blanketing your face. He walks towards you slowly and pushes the wet strands away before taking your hand and leading you to the couch where he’s placed noodles. You smile at the gesture and sit, pulling your legs under you.

“We need to talk.” And there it was. 4 simple words that filled you with dread and sadness and anger at yourself. A tear falls again and he sighs, wiping it away. “Just listen for a minute.”

“When we met I knew I wanted to know you. I know you thought you weren’t good enough and you had me on a bit of a pedestal. The fame or whatever had an effect on you that you weren’t all too comfortable with. So I took your hand and lead you down so we were on an even playing field and I got to know the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on and given my heart to.”

You go to say something but he raised a finger and chuckles, “Patience little one.”

You go to poke him and he laughs, lacing his fingers through yours and pulling you close, “Please. Continue.”

“I wasn’t questioning your love for me. In fact, I’m really glad you feel that way. I was hoping you’d fall in love with me if I’m being completely honest. There isn’t another woman on earth who I’d want to spend my days with other than you. To wake up next to you, to hold your hand and kiss your lips. To make love and have love. Go on crazy adventures to places or even in the bedroom.”

You let out a little gasp and then giggle as he tickles you quickly, “Okay okay sorry. Keep going.”

“Basically what I’m saying is…will you be mine?” He mutters, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

“Hell yeah!” You yell as you hop onto his lap and kiss him like your life depended on it. You could hear him laughing through the kiss and knew you didn’t need to say it to have him know you love him.

“Good because I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you’ve been causing my self control to diminish when you walked out in this sexy little number.” His voice is husky but alive and his hand that trailed up your leg sent shivers coursing through you.

“Let’s go.” You whisper. He nods and lifts you, your legs circling his waist and you feel his prominent member against you. “Dear god…Matthew hurry up.”

And with a laugh he takes you to your room where you fall in love with each other in new and old ways. You were his and he was yours and together you made the perfect pair.

spectrum-skull  asked:

"Arthur, what would you like for din--??" Lewis paused looking around curiously and not seeing the blonde at first. Least till he felt something barrel full force into his leg.

Arthur looked up at him, wrapped like a spaghetti noodle around a fork. “Lewis!” His white shirt hung down to his knees like a toga and he looked up at him with large amber eyes “I missed you! You’re so big how long ago did we last see each other gosh-!”