look at these angles tho and her face in the first one

Boyfriend/Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: Your writing is AMAZING❤ Could I request an Ethan x reader? Where the reader is a youtuber and they doing the girlfriend/boyfriend challenge?

Summary: Fem!Reader and boyfriend Ethan do the boyfriend/girlfriend tag for reader’s youtube channel! Lots of fluff ensues.

A/N: Hey there kiddos, I would like to apologize for taking so long with this request. I had class today, not to mention an essay due just a couple hours ago so I mostly tried staying away from my phone. That being said I loved this request so much because there were so many possibilities for fluffy stories ahhh. I mean as it stands, it’s 1am as I’m typing this right now and I have no regrets. I’m kinda proud of this one tbh. Sorry, no self deprecating humor in this author’s note. Anyway, thanks for the request so much, it was so fun to write this! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1131 srry I got carried away whoops

Warnings: s o m u c h f l u f f. Physically repulsive to read so much cute thing. Continue at your own risk. Also i said ‘ass’ a couple times I think.

Please request some more! My inbox is empty! Pleaseeee!

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anonymous asked:

so you obviously ship katsuyu and I didn't even know there was such a ship (please forgive ignorance of kacchako shipper ^^") so I've got a question - what made you ship them? any specific moments in manga? cause your art kinda made me like them as pair so I want to know more about katsuyu :>

Hello! thank you very much for you kind words! ^-^)/

POST EDITED 10/05/2017

edit 01: “Keep Reading” since the post is starting to be very long.
edit 02:  New hints. New wording.
edit 03:  High Katsuyu content, as much as spoilers if you are not updated.
edit 04:  Excuse my grammar, I’m trying to improve it
edit 05:  Anon, I’m truly sorry for turning your question into a Manifesto post TT

here we go then: 

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anonymous asked:

I'm not an expert when it comes to cinematography, but I think I noticed a different camera work in the premiere episode. Like when Clarke talked to Roan or when she talked to Bellamy they kinda focused on them from "weird" angles. Especially when Clarke thanked Bellamy, we as the audience were so close to their faces. I'm not quite sure how to describe it haha it was unusual but I actually enjoyed it. Can you explain their new camera work?

okay, first of all, i’m very sorry for the late reply anon. we are two episodes into the new season already and i’m only getting to answer your question now, so i hope you are still interested in this. second of all, since i am extremely busy at the moment, i have to keep my answer very very short, which sucks because i love getting film related questions and discuss scenes in length, but life loooooves to get in the way so i hope that my rather short answer will satisfy you (lol), and help you understand the cinematography a bit better.

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So….it was my friend’s 21st birthday party last night…

- I got there and Raychel was immediately like “Molly are you planning on drinking?” and I was like “Yes duh” and she, deep-voiced, goes “Good. You deserve it. You deserve the world and I deserve to see you get it”

- I forgot that I hate chocolate vodka and got a spiked milkshake at the restaurant

- People were just. screaming about anime. Everyone else in the place must have hated us

- “the asshole is my enemy and needs to be punished.”

- “So…my girlfriend like, bought chloroform?” “Have fun with that.”

- I literally forgot to get her a present whoops

- birthday girl, on her third drink: “Listen I know we’re going  back to my house to drink after this but don’t worry!!! I’m not gonna get that drunk tonight, it won’t be bad”

- l m a o

- we get to her house, immediately start doing shots. I hadn’t touched anything yet bc there was a bottle of electric blue shit and I knew damn well that was going into my body but I was told to wait until people got back with sodas for mixers

- but this guy Patrick who I went all thru grade school with goes “Molly, you’re a real man”, hands me a bottle of whiskey and was like “I feel like my entire childhood was leading up to drinking whiskey with you” and honestly I couldn’t argue??? I felt that way too

- a wholesome experience I’m sure all of our old teachers would be so proud to see us finally bonding and getting along lmao

- Jacqui wanted some whiskey and we’re like “you had two margarita’s at the restaurant maybe not” but she didn’t listen and after she took a shot I had to hide the bottle from her to stop her from having any more lol

- Jacqui, drunk “Mollllly you’re my wiiiiife!”

- Raychel (bd girl) also drunk, across the room “But she’s my alpha husband what the fuck!!!!”

- I was not fucking looking when Raychel’s drink was mixed but it was like. Emerald fucking green. I know it had the sour apple shit vodka in it but idk what else. And then they added food dye and cake glitter so it turned into a galaxy drink holy shit

- Jacqui mixed the blue stuff with sprite and I took a sip and it tasted amazing??? So then I poured my own and I don’t know if I used too much alcohol or too much soda but it tasted like draino I literally had a brief Heather Chandler moment

- Kept drinking it but that’s besides the point

- Now, we need to talk about my alcohol tolerance. It’s high. It’s strong.

- So almost everyone else was drunk out of their asses and I’m sitting there like???? What the fuck???? I want to be intoxicated???? This is hell???? Like at this point I had to have had??? A total six or so shots of vodka and the whiskey and I was FINE and mad about that lmao

- That’s my thing it takes me forever to get drunk and then I get really drunk and blessedly never have hangovers so I can’t really complain I guess?

- But when this happens the logical next step is to drink more lmao Raychel started insisting I share her ridiculous drink with her

- That thing….tasted like everything Jesus died to save us from.

- Also I think I ended up drinking more of it than she did lmao

- Pocket full of sunshine started playing and half the room got turnt while the other half watched in confusion

- I kept trying to take selfies with Raychel and in ever one??? She looks inhumanely gorgeous???? And I look like a goblin???? What the fuck

- At this point I was finally getting drunk so Raychel gave me her phone going “you have my favorite face in the world take so many selfies for me!!!” and….bitch I did. I had that phone for about three hours, barely put it down, loved every single one of my angles for the first time in my life, and I honestly do not know how many selfies of me she’s going to find later lmao

- “I once made an art piece out of my pubic hair but like I lost it in someone’s apartment”

- Garrett, who’s apparently never drank before, whisper-yelling in horror “I took a lot of shots….On purpose!!!! ….I’m sorry,”

- He got very wasted very fast and then went upstairs to sleep lmao

- Raychel started crying telling me I was pretty and I was like “Thanks but you do this when you’re sober so I don’t believe you??” and then her friend who barely talks to me comes over and is like “Honey listen I’m the least drunk person her and you’re gorgeous” and it eventually spiraled into “Molly, CHRISTINA AGUILERA thinks she’s ugly. Lady GaGa- BRITTNEY SPEARS CLEARLY HAS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES EVEN THO SHES A FUCKING SEX ICON. So you’re- OH my God!!! Adam Lambert probably thinks he’s the ugliest fucker in the world!!!!! So you’re beautiful!!!!” and like honestly? Feeling good rn

- To counter this I spent like half the night telling Patrick’s shy and quiet girlfriend Maura that she was the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t leave this poor girl alone she was adorable omfg

- Raychel, the one who ‘wasn’t going to get that drunk’: *spinning wildly, holding 13 conversations at once, constantly yelling about the pubic bone and the vulva, crying about plastic babies in a glitter tube*

- UPDATE AS IM TYPING THIS: Raychel has announced that she found a total of 438 pictures and videos on her phone OH MY GOD @PAST ME

- And that’s only on her phone I got a lot on my phone too and other people had cameras out lord knows how many were taken

- So when I’m drunk I feel a little lightheaded but ultimately fine until I like move a limb and it’s like ‘holy shit my head isn’t connect to my body’ like. so fucking dizzy. At one point I stood and was like ‘who wants to bet I can’t walk to the bathroom’ and someone decided to walk me there lmao

- Someone made glitter bombs out of eggs and we threw them in the street while angrily screaming things like “I LOVE MY FAMILY!” and “WHY DOES EVERY ACTUALLY NICE GUY I MEET HAVE A SMALL DICK!”

- Raychel gave me a tiny ball of clay and I really treasured it but then it broke apart I was so sad

- “Burt Macklin is a fucking bitch!” “Don’t talk to the kitten that way he’s the prettiest cat I’ve ever seen!”

- Jacqui got a slice of cake and then remembered she cannot eat when she’s drunk so I ended up eating. just a lot of cake

- My Little Pony songs were playing on the tv???? I’m still not sure how that got started

- Screaming about Alaska Thunderfuck

- I bet Patrick he’d be the first to puke but he left and I think I threw up in the bathroom???? I’m not 100% positive I did but the fact that I have doubt means he wins unfortunately

- There was one guy there I don’t think I actually got his name but he gave me a great hug when he was leaving. You know when like a bird lands on you and you feel like you’re special and have been chosen???? That’s what the hug felt like lmao

- Someone pulled buffalo chicken dip out of thin air which is my weakness and she told me to have some but like. I put one dipped chip in my mouth and knew it was a mistake. I felt it in my stomach. I hadn’t even fucking swallowed yet it was literally just in my mouth and my body was like ‘bitch can you take a break and let me live!’ omfg

- Since Raychel finally dumped her boyfriend I had no qualms about telling her I didn’t like him and she asked why and I was like “he tried to mansplain Greek mythology to me and he wasn’t even right!!!” and for some reason that made at least five people loose it.

- At the stroke of midnight, Raychel, pointing to the crucifix in the living room. “JESUS….HE’S HERE. HE’S ALIVE.”

- At some point I apparently started drunk texting a few of my friend’s that weren’t there w h o o p s

- Me, trying to explain myself to them this morning “You know, that Easter wine just really gets to me”

- I was stuck in the ‘coming down’ stage for like a million years. Like, still clearly drunk but Not As Bad

- And I was trying to get better before I texted my mother for a ride so like. I spent so long chugging water. I literally don’t think I’ve ever had that much water in my entire life. Raychel’s father and sister kept getting it for me as I continuously told them they were life savers. But it barely helped omfg

- Was definitely still a little wobbly when I woke up for water at like 6:30 but all good now and the hangover skipped over my soul @my genetic makeup bless you

- Fun night though!!! But now I’m off to an Easter family party so…we’ll see how that goes lol

for all the honest world to feel (trixya) (3/8) - dare

Adore popped the last bit of her french toast into her mouth. “You wanna get high and talk it out?” she said.

Brian stared at her.

She swallowed and shrugged. “I dunno. It works for me.”

(AN: sorry for the late update, i’ve been on vacation! However, this came out about twice as long as i meant for it to be, so hopefully that makes up for it? also i realized i haven’t said it before now but the title comes from “pancho and lefty” by townes van zandt, which was covered by trixie here. as usual, I (mainly) use “he” for brian&katya and “she” for adore. also, i’ve messed with a few timelines here and there because i’m lazy, and i’m not gonna apologize for that.

this week on “honest world”: more sadness. more bad jokes. stuff is stressful; brian and adore get high. brian and katya put some feelings on the table.) 

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Heaven or Hell (FF) Chapter 2

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Group: BTS and some GOT7

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Maybe some other stuff later on too.

“Know him?” Tae asked

“Ya. But i wish i didnt.” Jungkook said as he stood up and walked towards the boys and Rose.

He made eye contact with the one i assumed was called Jackson, they stayed still with stiff eye contact for what seemed like forever. everything and everyone was silent not wanting to anger either of them. Jungkook kept the eye contact and just walked past the boys bumping into Jackson on his way out of the classroom door. Before he exited the room he simply said

“Nice to see you with your new friends Bam.” He patted a rather tall boys sholder as he said this then left.

Everyone started whispering about what just happened, gossiping, people tend to do that alot. Namjoon turned to me.

“Do you know what that was all about Y/N?” He said quietly, probobly not wanting to atract the other group of boys attention.

“I have no idea, but its not gonna end good for anyone. I’m gonna go check on him.” i stood up after saying this and i was about to walk away and go check on Jungkook and see if he needed anything but a hand grabbed my wrist and a voice was heard from the owner of the hand.

“Stop. He seems like he just needs to breath, and be alone for a while.” I looked back to see who was still holding my wrist. It was Jin. I did what he suggested and i sat back down in my seat. Rose was still talking with the other group of boys. I just sat and watched as everyone else was having a nice conversation with someone else, but i was all alone, again.

“Hey, wait, wheres the teacher?” I quickly looked to the person speaking.

“They should have been here, like, awhile ago, huh” Namjoon said as we all processed his words and been to wonder where this teacher is. Missing? On the first day of school? huh, weird. Just as my mind had almost forgotten about the teacher the classroom door flies open and a shorter man in a business suit walks, uh more like runs into the class.

“Im sorry i am late class, Lots of traffic and Ive got to take care of my baby. My name is Jiyong, I will be your teacher this year. Please be good, ok” Jiyong stated and put his briefcase on his desk and stood at the front of the class and was about to start the lesson. But Rose and that band of boys was still standing at the front of the classroom.

“Take your seat please, are you even in this class?” The teacher asked as he stepped closer to the tall boy Jungkook called Bam earlier.

“No, were not only the girl is. But well be on our way now. sorry to bother you, Sir.” A very nice looking boy said with lots of attitude and sass. All the boys left the classroom and Rose sat back down in her seat, i was hoping that they wouldn’t run into Jungkook on their way out, they seemed to make him really upset. The teacher stood up and started doing attendance. Everyone sounded so bored and they said ‘here’, but at least everyone was here. except Jungkook.

“Umm, Can i, uh, go to the bathroom, please” I asked the teacher with my hand raised and all eyes on me.

“Sure, but please hurry were already very late in our lesson today” He replied. i calmly walked to the door in hopes of finding Jungkook and bringing him back to class before he gets in any trouble.


I didn’t stray far from the class. I just went to the bathroom washed my face and called, him. He said to keep a close eye on Y/N. “Im not scared or worried” I lied to myself over and over again. If Y/N was in any kind of trouble id be worried id be scared, for her, I’m just supposed to protect her not be scared when someone yells at her. Damn, I’m bad at my job aren’t i?

I walked out of the bathroom with the plans of going back into the class and hope the teacher was finally there. I turned the corner and there they were, were they waiting for me the whole time? Whatever.

“Look who it is. The little shit. Always failing at his jobs!” Jaebum said as i walked closer to them, they were all laughing all seven of them. Even BamBam.

“Ya. Its so true tho!! And why does he always fail at his jobs? BECAUSE OF US!!” Jackson said with a slight snicker as i walked even closer to them, faster, angrier.

I stopped walking as i was now holding the collar of Jacksons shirt, i was ready, i was so ready to punch his fucking face in. He was, laughing?

“Aww. Cute, your gonna punch me. You now when you should have punched me? When i had your brothers throat in my hands.”

Sleepy Speedy

Pietro Maximoff x Avenger!Reader

Summary: 5 times Pietro sleeps against you and 1 time you sleep against him. (Based off this post from @scribblecrumbs)
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings
2,459 words

Notes: FINALLY HERE!!! My first Pietro one-shot! It took me ages with my writer’s block and it’s not my best but I was dying to post something so…here it goes! I apologize if Speedy sounds a bit ooc, tho. :( The end is shitty and all mistakes are mine since I didn’t proof read it. Warn me if you find anything! I’ll re-open the requests soon, prOMISE. MEANWHILE…ENJOY IT! <3

The first time it happens, you’re all on the way back home after a impromptu mission in the Asia. 

The quinjet is lit by only a few dim lights as the silence filled the space, the whole team way too tired to think about keeping small talk. 

Nobody thought that the mission would have that much of action when Maria called out, warning for an unknown imminent threat in a small town somewhere in Asia. 

But arriving there, you got welcomed by an army of local rebels adding up a few drug dealers. 

So yeah, you can’t blame the team for their beat up looks right now. Not when you’re feeling beaten up yourself. 

Steve, Bucky and Natasha are sitting  side by side, the two super soldiers looking remotely okay as they whisper to each other occasionally with Nat’s legs loosely thrown over their thighs, her split lip swollen and slightly covered in dried blood. 

Vision, the only only who isn’t affected at all, is sitting a little more ahead and next to Sam, who’s piloting the quinjet after Natasha scolded him saying he'd have to be a real pilot at least once. 

Wanda is right beside you, her head resting against the jet’s wall as she let out short sighs, probably resting her tired mind from her powers. 

And then there’s Pietro. 

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Sex Game

100 Kink List: 12. Sex Game

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: Could you do a sex game one( first to come loses) and make it so there’s just a lot of dirty talk?? Just a lot of smut in general 😏 thanks! 

Warnings: nsfw, smut, dirty talk, word ‘slut’ is used a lot, masturbation

Words: 1695

Note: school sucks and writing smut is more fun, here’s a present but-deans-back-tho and ik I’m so creative with titles… xoxo and ugh i like this gif

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  • RAVENCLAW!LEO - SLYTHERIN!LEO *i’ll point out the difference to everyone i just have so many
  • (u guys can pick and choose if u want this is just my headcanon)
  • R!leo and jason holding long study sessions that end up turning into hangouts bc jason can’t sit still bc he’d rather be outside on his broom so leo get’s this absolutely horribly WONDERFUL idea to grab a book out of random and start reciting spells from it bc that’s still learning, right? “knowledge is power, jason!!!!”
  • except when one of those turns out to be a sickness spell and they send a little girl to the nursing wing with measles
  • “5 points from gryffindor”
  • “10 POINTS from ravenclaw for being so uncharacteristically stupid” mcgonagall says and walks away
  • leo and jason riding in on the train every year and buying a bunch of candy and sharing it with each other even though jason always says they shouldn’t bc it’s not the best for their teeth, leo convinces him anyway
  • PIPER!!!!
  • bc piper just has this huge smile on her face and she’s got feathers stuck in certain parts of her hair at weird angles and jason just goes….why?
  • piper plops down next to him on the bench he’s on and goes, “i may or may have not been hanging around with magical creatures that are unsafe for our age but it looked pretty and it was kind of like a bird but not really so i just went for it…didn’t get in trouble though”
  • and jason just smirks bc yeah, he likes this girl, he likes her a lot
  • he’s all alone and he hears footsteps running up towards him, but before he can turn around leo clamps his hands over his eyes and goes “i have a new friend, she’s totally wicked”
  • and jason smiles wondering who this is, a daring hufflepuff? a shy gryffindor? a sweetheart slytherin? leo looooves breaking the stereotypes he’s practically an activist
  • and then he turns around and there is piper and she says hi and jason can’t reply bc she’s got this shine in her eyes, her colorful eyes and the smirk she makes goes straight to his heart and she plops her butt on top of the table plucks and a strawberry from his plate and bites the thing in half and jason is in AWE bc it seems to be a stereotypical slytherin thing to do in a way, she seems to embody SLYTHERIN just from the way she holds herself
  • he wonders where leo is going with this one when he says
  • “JASON SHE HELPED ME FIGURE OUT THE SPELL, you know the one we couldn’t crack, the one we got from the restricted section!!!”
  • and jason’s jaw drops, but he’s hook, line, and sinker, so that was really the only appropriate response
  • (just start picking your own houses at this point bc it goes on from there)
  • they all start riding on the train after that, they send each other letters over the summer and they sneak out at night, each time piper always takes them somewhere different, but half the time they always settle for watching the stars from the middle of the quidditch field
  • leo points out all his favorite constellations and piper takes about all the potions and charms she keeps learning, she says she might go into that, making healing potions, luck charms, love potions she says lastly and winks at them both
  • jason settles for mapping out future quidditch plays but piper and leo always ask him about school too, so he settles with talking about divination and looking into the future, for some reason he likes that class the best
  • towards midnight it always gets colder, and they all end up cuddling with one another, jason thinks, this is alright, this ok, this is better than ok, this is perfect


This is why behavior is communication.

My ‘rents and I went to Supercuts because my bangs (fringe?) needed a trim, mom needed a haircut and my dad needed haircut and a beard trim.

I’m at the back half of my sensory-hell-everything-hurts phase due to Aunt Flo’s visit, but my choice was go today or wait another month and my bangs were literally poking me in the eyes. So I went. I had my black Tangle and my No Gloom ‘Shroom. I took earplugs in a baggie too, just in case.

We get into Supercuts and it’s loud. Hair dryers, clippers, an angry yelling kid getting his first haircut(he gets a pass tho, poor kid!) while another kid– a little black girl who was probably 10 or so– played with the wooden blocks in the toybox with her parents nearby. Yeah, Supercuts has stuff to entertain kids. 

I sat off to the side by the toybox and did my head-ducked-temple-tapping routine that I do when I’m overloaded. It wasn’t enough to send me into a meltdown, but I had to really focus. I put my No Gloom ‘Shroom in my mouth and twiddled my Tangle as I angled my head to watch the kid playing with the blocks. She was cute! I don’t know what the hairstyle is called, but she had her hair done up in lots of braids that stuck out every which-way with cute ponytail holders on the ends, and the parts in her hair looked like patchwork on her scalp. (I love seeing little black girls with that hairstyle, it’s adorbs!) I also noticed she was sucking on a pink pacifier.

I put my head down again. About five seconds later the little girl came over and handed me one of the green triangle-shaped blocks. They were wood with grain on one edge, but finished smooth to prevent splinters. She jiggled the block up and down and I immediately pocketed my Tangle and rubbed my finger on the grain. Her face kept the same curious expression, but she jumped up and down like I answered a question correctly.

This kid picked up on my distress and comforted me with something that made her feel good. 

Her parents didn’t interject. They probably figured out I was autistic too by the way I acted when I sat down. I glimpsed them smiling a bit in my peripheral vision as I showed the girl how cool it felt to rub the grain-side of two triangle blocks together.

I didn’t say a word to her, I just got down on the floor beside her and lined up blocks with her. Sometimes I took the round peg shaped ones and rolled them back and forth between my hands like a kitten batting a ball around. She picked up the rectangle block and dropped it repeatedly on the little play mat like she was experimenting with all the ways she could make it land. It felt so natural, like we carried on a sensory conversation that included only us.

We didn’t look at each other at all, except to watch our hands and the blocks. We played with those blocks until it was my turn to get my bangs trimmed. 

The place got quieter when the future death metal scream kid was finished having his first haircut. NOW I could really relax all the way, just in time to put up with the unpleasantness of a bang trim. I was a lot calmer and I attribute the biggest part of that to the girl inviting me to talk to her. I gave back the block the girl gave me and jiggled her hand like she jiggled mine. It was how she said hello, so I thought I would use it to say goodbye. She slapped the floor as I got up and resumed playing like she was before.

I heard her parents praise her when I walked off to my bangs trimmed. Her parents were complimenting her for communicating with me her way instead of trying to force non-autistic interaction. They respected her behavior as meaningful rather than dismissing it as “meaningless repetitive movements”.

That’s parenting done right.

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Soul character analysis?

hoooo BOY you better buckle in because he is my favorite gotdam character and i have a lot of things to say about this boy

first off, let’s start out with a summary so ppl who don’t wanna read 4,000 words can still get something outta this: 

soul is a bit of an anomaly with his characterization in the beginning being VASTLY different from his characterization in the end: overall, he’s gone through the most change out of any character in the series. starting off, he was highly insecure and defensive, which likely could be the result of growing up under scrutiny: i have every reason to believe soul’s upbringing was not colorful or happy, but rather harsh and rigid. this is reflected in his desperation to scramble for an identity in the beginning (i have some theories about that). his turning point is when he’s infected with the black blood and begins to have more and more conversations with the Little Ogre- which made a few observations about him: he’s insecure. unsure. nothing like his partner. as the series progresses, he begins to gain confidence and lose that desperation to fit into a certain box and really starts to come into his own. he gains confidence in his abilities to think and analyze, as well as his abilities to support others. this shows his truly kind-hearted nature: a cool dude wouldn’t be a total jackass, right?

now for the REAL party (after the readmore)

just a warning, there will be a lot of mentions of mental illness (especially when it comes to his self-image) and unhealthy family relationships. if i need to add anything else to the warnings, please let me know!

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A Genos and Fem!Saitama fanfic

Or “What Genos thought during his first interactions with fem!Saitama”. Please, enjoy.


The first thought that crossed his mind the first time he saw her in action was something between “Damn...” and “How in all the known hells?”.

In front of him was this bald and NAKED woman that with just one slap (ONE.FUCKING.SLAP.) obliterate into a red splat on the buildings the bat shit crazy mosquito monster girl that left him as a shredded piece of cyborg gore. “Who is this woman?! How did she do that?! Is she even human?!”

-  Man, I hate mosquitoes. – she said with the silliest of smiles.

-  WAIT! – he screamed, succesfully making her look his way – I AM GENOS! A CYBORG THAT FIGHTS FOR JUSTICE!! PLEASE TELL ME YOUR NAME!!! –

-  Eh? – she looked at him, her egg like face more than evident – I’m Saitama, why? –

-  ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR DISCIPLE!! – he requested in a scream.

He was desperate.

He needed to know how to become that powerful, needed to know how to be that immeasurable strong… in those times he had thirst for strenght… he had thirst for vengeance.

And this woman was the key to his goal.

-  Ah… Okay. – she said before turning on her heel and leaving.

Genos stayed laying there for a while, watching her back as she walked away and until it dissapeared from his sight, then using the communicator that Doctor Kuseno installed into his head he called the good Doctor to be retrieved and fixed. He had field investigation to do.


He is not a stalker, alright?

He is not.

One thing is field investigation and another very different is the shameful act of stalking.

He has an analitical mind. He needs stats, samples and observation notes before reaching any conclusion, and from his observation week on Saitama-sensei there is only one logical conclusion for her God like strength and that is that it is a total mistery.

-  You actually came… – she said in this suspicious incredulous whisper, her almond shaped eyes squinted in his direction – Errr… What was your name again? –

-  It is Genos, Saitama-sensei. –

-  How the heck did you found my place? And please don’t call me that. –

-  Internet, mistress. –


She invited him into her apartment and offered him a cup of tea while mumbling something about proper etiquette towards a guest (expected or not).

“This place is smaller that expected…” Thought Genos as he followed Saitama into the living room “…and dirtier.”

She was wearing that dreadly yellow full body suit.

“The cape is cool but… Ugh, that color.”

Once settled, Saitama put a very simple tea cup that had a wise quote printed on it in front of him.

-  Go home after you finish this one, I’m no lookin for discip-uh? How come you are in one piece again? –

-  Yes, since my body is mostly artificial it is easy to find spare parts. –

-  Dude, you are so weird. – she said flatly.

“Alright, let’s get this going.”

-  Sensei, what kind of artificial parts do you use? – he asked as directly as only he could.

-  None. – she answered as flatly as only she could.

-  Eh? Then what is that skin colored armor on your head? –

“She cannot be really bald, is she?”

-  It is MY skin. – Saitama was getting annoyed.

-  But that could only mean that you are already ba-


“Change of subject then.”

-  Could you hear my problem, sensei? –

-  No, thank you, please go home. –

After unsuccesfully telling his tale and being treated like an annoying ten year old, Genos finally put into ten exact words what he wanted from Saitama.  

-  Please, teach me how to become strong like you, sensei. –

“That’s it, I said it, please don’t say no, please don’t say no.”

-  Hmmmm. – Saitama seemed to deeply think her answer – Genos. – she opened her eyes and looked at him.

-  Yes, ma’am! –

-  How old are you? –

-  I am nineteen, ma’am! –

-  So young… I’m sure you will surpass me in no time then. –

-  Really?! –

-  You see, Genos, I’m twenty five, but I was twenty two when I started training three years ago. –

“Is she for real?!”

-  I don’t mind teaching you, Genos but… I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s gonna be tough. Are you ready to take it on? –

The seriousness in her voice, in her eyes, the sharp angles of her face, everything about that question screamed “ARE YOU READY?!”, challenging his resolve.

-  Yes, ma’am! –

And then he sensed them approaching.

The house of evolution.

That was a very eye opening day for Genos, that day he understood that there still are certain things that not even science can explain, no matter how common they seem.

This woman… this average looking bald woman surpassed all the human limitations by sheer will power and a ridiculous excercise routine.

-   …You guys messing around with evolution and the new human race and all that jazz will never make it far, the true power, our true power as human beings, is that we can change our selves on our own! – finished Saitama her speech.




“Are you shitting me?!” Thought Genos after hearing the ridiculous answer Saitama gave to the Asura Kabuto.


Saitama’s face deflated after hearing Genos rampage, it was obvious that he would not believe her… shit, not even she could believe it but…

-  Genos… - Saitama called him, her serious face becoming and egg once again, the sad light in her eyes stoping Genos’s rage – That’s all I did… I’m not lying. –

Genos was not sure if he could believe her words, but he certainly could believe her eyes.

“She is not lying.”

She was not.

And the one punch hit that exterminated Asura Kabuto was more prove than enough.

“Well, if not even she understands how her strength came to her… maybe I can find out how and apply it to myself.”

So he decided to stay by her side.

That was the second most (the first one being becoming a cyborg) important decision that would lead the rest of his life.


Turns out, she really was a very simple average woman (that could obliterate anyone and anything with one single punch), she liked discount sales, discount coupons, read manga, watching the news, cheap or free stuff, and her favorite hoodie was this oversized (yellow colored, again) thing that said “oppai” in big red letters at the front, and yet he found her charming in the most bizarre of ways.

She would make this silly little smile when a good bargain was in her hands, the usual blank stare could get this twinkle when a flyer announcing a new discount sale would land in her hands, her face could get all serious when the hero in her manga got into a pinch… and she was so humble and kind and selfless… How come no one knows about this woman?! How come no one is worshiping her like the heroine she is?! WHY?!

-  Wait… sensei, could it be that… since you are just a hero for hobby… –

“It can’t be, can it?”


The face that Saitama dedicated to Genos after his explanation about what the association was, was one of pure shock and disbelieving.

-  I had no idea. – she said, the surprise in her face making it even rounder – Wait, Genos, are you registered? –

-  No, why? –

-  Let’s go register our selves! – the silly little smile make its apperance in her face again, apparently this idea excited her – If you register yourself with me, I’ll make you my disciple for real this time! –

-  LET’S GO! –

Funny thing is, the first time Genos spoke to Saitama she was naked, yet he did not paid attention to her body due to the inmense awe he felt at that time (and because it was rude to stare), but when they did the physical part of the association entrance exam he could not tear his optical cameras from the hand like sculped body that was wearing a royal blue sports leotard. All the stats that appeared in his systems surpassed by far all the records… and those legs…and her long neck… and her thing yet firm arms… and her waist looked so frail, but one could see the faint line of her hard rock abs…

-  Genos, why are you naked? – she asked when her gaze landed on his figure.

-  I am not naked, sensei. Even though I’m not wearing clothing I am wearing my chastity plate. –

-  Uh-hu, dude you have officialy advanced from weird to creep. Anyway, you done too? –

-  Yes, Saitama-sensei. –

-  And? How did you do? –

-  Both the written and fitness tests were a walk in the park. –

-   I know, right?! I can’t believe it was so easy! –

-   One needs at least seventy points to pass the written part, but the fitness test is the one that really matters, so it shouldn’t pose a problem. –

When the results were given to them, Genos was not suprised to find out he was in the S-class, the strongest among the hero ranks but, if he was in the S-class, where could they place his sensei? Is there a God-class? Wait, what if they make a whole new class just for her?! That wouldn’t be surprising tho.

-  I-I… I ba-barely passed the wri-written part with a se-seventy one… I’m in C-class. –



-  Genos, are you sure about this? – Saitama questioned him when they arrived to a desolated place.

-  Yes, sensei. Thank you very much for accepting my unreasonable request. –

-  Yeah, well… I did promise I’d make you my disciple for real this time, but remember, this is just a sparring. It’s not like we are actually gonna fight, got it? – explained Saitama while taking her place some meters away from Genos.

“But that is exactly what I had in mind, sensei… I will attack you with all I have to make you fight back seriously too.”

But nothing made her be serious. His cannon blasts a mere breeze for her. His punches and kicks equals to the touch of a fly for her. His speed just like slow motion in her eyes. She was playing with him, he became the toy of this child like goddess whose eyes sparkled amusingly at the sight of his laser lights, and that made him feel so angry, he put more, and more, and more power into his attacks but nothing seemed to make her take him seriously.

Or so he thought.

It was just the fraction of a second, shorter than a blink… but it felt like if the time froze.

Death was staring right at him… powerful and cold… unstoppable.

He felt like the ant facing the gigantic thump that was about to squash it into nothingness… and then a flick to his forehead, as light as cardboard and as quick as a the tip of a whip… and then that was it.

And there was Saitama, smiling her silly smile and as fresh as a fucking lettuce.

-  I’m hungry. time for lunch, Genos! Let’s go eat udon! –


-  S-Sure… let’s go. – he mumbled.

He saw her retreating back for a second before turning his head and look at the damage, just then he understood…

A huge scratch like hole cut through the rock and beyond for what seemed to be kilometers, like if a giant nail scraped a piece of fabric.

“It doesn’t matter what I do… I can’t see myself coming even close to be as strong as sensei.”

-  Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you don’t like udon. –

Her voice brought him back to reality.

-  N-no, sensei. I do like udon. –

-  Good, because this place got one of the best I’ve tasted. –

The udon was good and the restaurant clean, Genos found himself feeling at peace and relaxed… When was the last time he felt like that?

Saitama seemed really impressed by the quantity of udon Genos could eat.

-  Well, you certainly don’t act like a nineteen year old boy but you sure can eat like one. –

Genos found himself smiling to the comment made by the woman.

-  Thank you, sensei. –

And then Amai Mask appeared and the good mood ran away, but when he came back to Saitama (who was waiting for him with a tiny worried frown between her eyes), they said good bye to each other and the next day Genos made the third most important decision that would lead the rest of his life…


-  Can I live here? – he asked as Saitama looked at him like if finally all sanity has left him.

They were at Saitama’s small apartment, it was almost noon but Saitama was still wearing her pajamas and was reading manga in a very “chill” position.

-   No. - she said while looking flatly at Genos.

-   I’ll pay rent. - he says and then smash a huge stack of money on Saitama’s tea table, right in front of her face.

Saitama looked at the money.

Saitama looked at Genos.

-   I hope you brought your toothbrush. –

“Victory.” He thought, a tiny smile in his face.


Kinda short. I don’t know, maybe will do a second part.

Monster of Mine- Negan

Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Being Rick’s daughter, falling in love with negan when he takes over Alexandria”

Word count: 2313

Warnings: swearing, violence,

Note: So I’ve only read some of the comics and the show had only just introduced Negan, so this is all my writing (except for negan’s quotes) and I’m scARED. (even tho the last one shot was like this as well lmao) FYI, I’m not saying who got killed in my version of this, it’s going to be very vague because I don’t wanna write about daryl, glenn, etc maybe being dead ahhhh. 

Part Two


“I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.”

You remembered feeling terror run throughout your body at those words. But when you looked up, to glance at the horrific man standing right above you, you felt your eyes absorbed in his own. It was a moment of silence to mark when you first saw his detailed facial features, so close to you that you almost forgot he was about to bash in someone you loved’s skull.


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G dragon Scenario #52 “Just a little smile… that’s all it takes” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

“Are you ok?” Taeyang asked Ji yong. They were at the kitchen with the others, just chilling after dinner. “Huh?” he says grabbing an apple.

“You have had the same stupid expression all night” Seungri said suddenly. “What happened today?” Taeyang was really curious.

“Mmnothing” Ji yong said, biting the apple.

“Yeah! Right!” Taeyang rolled his eyes. “You met someone… don’t you?” Daesung was sitting next to TOP. Ji yong just laughed, and kept eating his fruit.

“What’s her name?” Taeyang pushes him playfully. “Name?! Really? The important question is…” Seungri approaches to Ji yong putting his arm over his shoulders “… is she pretty?”

The sad part of that, is that he was asking seriously.

“The girl from the session?” TOP voice caught everyone’s attention, and Ji yong just smiled as an answer.

“The photoshoot from today?” Taeyang crossed his arms, looking at Ji yong, who was enjoying all this sudden attention.

“Aren’t you gonna tell us? For real?” Seungri said.

“There’s nothing to say to be honest…”

“Still… I want to hear it!” Seungri made a little back jump and sat on the table. “Really there’s no much to say…” Ji yong he felt everyone’s gaze over him, judging him, and he sighed “… fine”

He took a chair and sits on it beside Daesung “I went to a photoshoot today…

“Hello! Nice to meet you” a small man said, greeting Ji yong. “The pleasure its mine” he answered politely and a little bit awkward, like always when he met new people. 

Despite the fact that he was one of the most important figures in Korea he was a very shy guy, who finds really hard to get to know people, because of his fame.

“Shall we start now?” he asked, smiling. “Sure” he nods. Ji yong was already done, with his makeup and his clothing on point. “Awesome!” the photographer took Ji yong’s arm and walked with him. 

It was a small roof, with beautiful decorations, mainly pink and blue flowers. It looks nice, regardless the small space they had to work in.

“Oh! Beauty you look fantastic!”

Ji yong was looking in other direction but when the photographer said that his eyes went directly towards him, to see who he was talking to. As soon as he saw you, he was amazed. Amazed by how beautiful you are, for your eyes and the way they slightly wrinkled when you smiled… that beautiful smile.

“How was she? Is she tall? Is she pretty? I mean her face, and what about her body?” Seungri’s voice broke the atmosphere. “Shhh!” Taeyang hushed him. 

“Ok ok I get it… I’ll shut up” Seungri says, lifting his palms.

Ji yong smiled, and then he continues with his story…

“Let me introduce you guys” the guy said, taking you by the arm and pulling you towards where Ji yong was. You knew him already, I mean who doesn’t know him?.

He was good looking, not so tall, just like you were expecting, and he definitely looks more imposing on stage and on camera than face to face. In person he was just a normal guy. A handsome one, but a normal human being.

“Hello, nice to meet you” he says, smiling and bowing a little bit.

That smile thought. His smile it was even more beautiful and stunning in real life.

“Nice to meet you too” you said, smiling back, just a little bit more awkward than him. His smile got bigger and prettier, you were wondering how was that even possible. Then the three of you walked together, you were walking towards the first set, which was placed in the middle of the roof, in front of a beautiful floral background, and with the beautiful view of the city.

“Ok I need you to act cold, I don’t want you to show any kind of emotions, ok?” the guy said.

Acting cold… sadly that was easy for you, because normally you have a resting bitch face all the time.

“Ji yong can you look over there, Y/N you look over there” he said, pointing different directions for both of you. “Remember… no emotions” he started to take a few pictures with his huge camera, which was in its tripod. Then he started to take a few more but this time with the camera that was hanging on his neck. 

“Perfect, just like that!” he was too much into it. “Ji yong can you look over here now? Turn over here…”

“… yeah! AWESOME! BEAUTIFUL!!!” he was way too into it. It was getting ridiculous.

Thanks god this wasn’t your first time working with him, cause the first time you did, you couldn’t hold back your laugh. He was a totally different person once he was working. It was funny to see him.

“Ji yong can you act more…” he says, still taking pictures from different angles “… cold. Just don’t laugh” he says, smiling.

“Sorry” Ji yong apologized, hiding his smile. Unfortunately for him, this was his first time with this guy.

“Ok now I need you to look to the floor… both of you”

“Woooow… PERFECT! Dont move! Keep still”

After a few minutes and a change of outfits, you were ready for the next session.

“Wow! You two look really good…” the guy mouth was wide open as you two walked towards him with that new outfit “… this concept looks amazing on you”

“Tell me that you two shared room to switch your outfits”

Taeyang’s hand went directly to Seungri’s mouth. “Please keep going” Taeyang says to Ji yong.

“Now guys, we are going to try something different ok?” the photographer said, adjusting something in his camera.

“Something different?” it wasn’t Seungri who interrupts this time. It was Daesung. “He wanted a couple concept this time” Ji yong explained. Suddenly everyone got curious.

“Just a little bit more close please…” the man said, and you moved a little closer to Ji yong who was sitting a few inches away from you “… there you go”

He started to took the pictures, this time switching between the camera on the tripod and his, a lot more often than in the first session.

“Y/N can you put your hand on his shoulder and rest your head on it?”

You didn’t notice it but Ji yong got really nervous with your touch. His heart was beating really hard. But he try his best to look calm like nothing was happening, like if he wasn’t dying inside.

“GOOD! Don’t move!”

“And that was it!” Ji yong says, sighing. “WHAT?!” Seungri was so disappointed.

“You didn’t talk to her after that?” Daesung asked kinda disappointed too, just like everyone else. “Well…” he seems to remember something “… at some point when we were looking at all the pictures of both sessions I told her that we look good together”

“AND?! What did she say?!” Seungri was all excited, more than the others. Ji yong looked down, like if he was thinking or remembering something, and after a few seconds of him just smiling, staring at the floor like a fool he just looked at Seungri with the biggest stupid smile in the world “Nothing” he shook his head.

Seungri was speechless, with the mouth open. “Nothing?!” Daesung repeats Ji yong’s words. Ji yong just nods with the same happy expression.

“What do you mean by nothing?” Taeyang was laughing as he hits his friend in the arm.

“She didn’t say anything, she just smiled at me… she is shy” Ji yong said.

The guys were not sure of what to do or say, they don’t know if laugh or to hit him in the face.

“She didn’t say anything?! You guys never actually talked?!” Seungri was so confused.

Ji yong was a about to answered him but then TOP speaks “Sometimes words aren’t necessary”

Seungri looked even more confused after that, making Daesung laugh at him. Ji yong just kept smiling, he couldn’t help it, he was in his own perfect little world now, enjoying their attention and thinking of you. “Is too complicated for you to understand and I’m too lazy to explain it to you” TOP says looking at Seungri an taking a sip of his drink. “Ha! Ha! Ha! Very funny idiot! I DO understand, she’s pretty, I get that, he liked her right away but what I don’t get it’s how he is acting like this…” he points at Ji yong “… when they didn’t even talked”

TOP shook his head, slightly smiling at his friend. In a way he was saying how can you be so stupid?. “You don’t understand, nothing… nothing at all”

Everybody burst laughing except for Seungri, who was getting mad.

“Hey man! Don’t be so hard on him… he haven’t experienced that” Taeyang was covering his mouth with his hand cause he was laughing, while Daesung hits gently Seungri’s back a couple of times, hiding his smile by a shook of his head. “Experience what?!” he was losing the last bit of patience he has left.

“Love at first sight” Taeyang says in an exaggerated romantic tone.

Seungri looked at him, and it took him just a second to burst laughing at what he just said “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” he was laughing so hard. While everyone was staring at him, just smiling.

Eventually and since no one else was laughing along with him his laughed was slowly fading away “Love at first sight… that was a good one” he said, wiping the tears of his eyes.

“I feel so bad for you” TOP took another sip, smiling and walking away, while Seungri just watched him leave. “He wasn’t serious, right?” he asked Ji yong.

Ji yong grabbed Seungri’s shoulders, speaking really close to his face “One day you will find out that sometimes a smile it’s just enough…” he rested his forehead against his, and smiling says “… sometimes that’s all it takes”. Ji yong then, let him go, and starts to walk away in the same direction TOP did.

Seungri just stood there, confused, while Daesung and Taeyang also leaves, smiling and shooking their heads.

“I bet you that he is still there! With that stupid expression on his face” TOP was laughing, thinking of Seungri. 

Ji yong was with him in his room, just looking at his phone and lying on his bed. “I was being honest tho” he says and TOP looks at him. “Do you?”

A second later Ji yong smiled and looks at him “No” and both started to laugh.

The truth was that, indeed, it was the first time in his life he experience that feeling. He wouldn’t necessary use the word love for that, but you definitely moved something inside him, in a way that nobody else have done it before.

And also he didn’t mention what happened at the end of the photoshoot…

“Thank you all for your work” a girl of the team said, and everyone claps. Everyone including you and Ji yong. “Thank you!” he says, smiling.

As you two walked in the building again, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. “Thank you too, it was nice to work with you” again he was trying his best to not show how embarrassed he really was in that moment.

“The same goes for you” you said, smiling shyly. He just looked at you for a while. More than you would like.

“Could I have your number?” his gaze stole the breath from your lungs. “My number?” you said kinda shocked, and he just smile.

“Nice work guys!” a guy said at his back, walking really fast. “Thank you” both of you answered at the same time and in the same tone, as that guy disappeared through a door. After that you look into each other’s eyes and starting to laugh for no particular reason.

“I really want your number” he says. He was so direct, it was making you uncomfortable but not in a bad or weird way… you liked it.

Ji yong keeps staring at his phone, smiling like an idiot. The exact same look he has had since the photoshoot ended… what’s on the screen it’s his contact list and your name on it.

Dirty Talk- Part 2

Part 1 (read it here) had a lot of requests for a part 2, so here it is! Thanks for everyone who liked it enough to request a second part. And thanks to but-deans-back-tho for her nagging messages. Without them, part two might not exist. ( abaddonwithyall and bovaria, you’re welcome.)

Summary: After a night of dirty talk and a morning of shower sex, you and Dean continue your fun with some car sexting before you get some alone time at the bunker.

Warning: so much smut, dirty talk, sexting (including sending pictures)

A/N: For the texting conversation, I thought it would be easier to make the fonts different. Y/N’s texts will be in italics, and Dean’s will be in bold.

You were on edge, hoping Dean would follow through on his promise to sext you on the ride home.

Luckily, Sam hadn’t commented when Dean asked him to drive. Dean stretched out as much as he could in the front seat, and you knew he could feel you staring at the back of him, waiting for him to get out his phone.

Dean may have been teasing you. He may have just wanted to make sure Sam didn’t grow suspicious about his sudden interest in his phone. But he waited twenty long minutes before reaching into his pocket.

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RFA in High School! HC Series: Gym Class

The next installment of my RFA high school imagination… 

1st 3rd 4th 4th(cont) 5th 6th 7th 8th 9th 10th


  • He’d bribe his way out of it. Rich kid, am I right?
  • like, seriously. “Who wants to see sweaty kids?You’re a kid, too Jumin, stop trying to act so mature
  • if he can’t get out of it, it’ll be so funny.
  • running with the trust fund kid…
  • stretching with the trust fund kid…
  • hell, he probably wouldn’t even change out of his suit!
  • he’ll be trying to play golf and he’ll try his absolute HARDEST to gracefully hit the ball…
  • then he’d epically miss
  • maybe, if you were close with him, you would see it and laugh quietly
  • but NOTHING gets past Jumin, and he’d glare at you with his deadly  daddy stare
  • you know, the one he gives people when he’s Elizabeth-3rd-rage-ready
  • …and that’s how Jumin decided he would be pro at golf
  • he’d still look kinda fabulous even when he was messing up tho 


  • She’d rule at badminton
  • no joke, she’d take that racket and
  • omg where did it go?????
  • um… there’s a hole in the ceiling? 
  • When she won she would be absolutely ecstatic and it’d be kinda cute because she’s usually all stoic in class (see first HC)
  • she’s more a long distance runner than short sprinter
  • Thus, When the mile came around, she’d start off slow, but about halfway through she’d pass everyone. Bye bye b*tches
  • she’s the one the teacher asks to put away all the equipment when class is over.
  • eventually she gets so good at knowing where everything goes, that the gym teacher will sometimes ask her where something is when he/she doesn’t know
  • though Jaehee takes this as praise, she still despises P.E.
  • she’d much rather be studying economics or coffee brewing


  • Soccer, hell ya
  • for some reason, he’s so pro at it
  • he’ll score a bunch of goals for his team, so whichever side he’s on seems kinda unfair
  • yet, when it comes time for him to be team captain, he’s not very confident and everyone wants to be on his team, so he gets really flustered cute baby-face Yoo-Yoo 
  • but when it comes to other sports…
  • he’s kinda meh
  • actually, really meh
  • he can’t throw or catch to save his life XD
  • the ball will hit him right in the face
  • and you’re confused how he hasn’t gotten a bloody nose yet ???
  • running with Yoosung is really fun though
  • because he’ll be really supportive
  • “you can do it! Just a bit further!”
  • he’s the most happy-go-lucky person when it comes to exercise
  • too bad he ends up with the really hard-core gym teacher…
  • and this one doesn’t care when he sees Yoosung about to release his floodgates
  • maybe this leads to Yoosung joining the pro-gaming team instead of the soccer team at his college


  • basketball, ftw.
  • he’s absolutely FABULOUS
  • sparkling sweat drops and everything
  • when he jumps to dunk the ball…
  • everyone kinda just
  • Even the coaches
  • and the people in the weight room on the floor above
  • then the ball goes in and Zen just jogs back to the starting line, waving at his ?invisible? fans that are apparently cheering for him
  • later on in high school he’ll probably gain a fan club that skips their classes so they can watch sparkly Zen in P.E. That’s me
  • (oddly the teachers don’t mind it??)
  • gym teacher probably gets really annoyed with him
  • but he/she can’t say anything because when he/she is about to, every time the rest of the students give him/her the stink eye
  • Don’t mess with our Zenny!
  • So much support for Zen, who was surprisingly really self-conscious about exercise at first


  • you’d think this dude was bad at all physical activity
  • but remember how it’s canon he’s gotten physical training?
  • so, he couldn’t be bad at everything
  • consequently, he’s badass at volleyball
  • fo reals, people
  • his glasses will glint and he’ll slam that ball like there’s NO END
  • if you’re standing next to him you can sometimes hear him muttering under breath when he hits the ball
  • “What’s he saying…?”
  • “Angle: 35 degrees. Force…”
  • lol either that or some random lines from his recent fav sci-fi or fantasy series
  • sometimes during weight lifting (his least favorite), he’ll get this faraway look in his eyes
  • then the weight will collapse on him
  • the teacher will send him to the nurse’s office,
  • but honestly it was all a ruse to get out of it XD
  • because now he knows how to play the system


  • He’s surprisingly fast????
  • Like, you’ll be running the mile and he’ll just speed away
  • “Just under 5:00! Good job, Saeran!” Holy sh*t
  • He’s also surprisingly flexible???
  • He’s got super flexible ice skater legs
  • He’ll be your stretching partner and when you push him down in his pike or straddle positions he’ll just sink down like it’s nothing
  • He may be fast and flexible, but he isn’t much else, sadly
  • And it really is sad puppy dog sad
  • Anything that involves a racket including baseball, badminton, tennis, racquet ball, You name it
  • He’ll try so hard and miss every time
  • His expression was already somber but now
  • It’s just downright heart wrenching someone help this boy
  • But he is persistant and will keep trying until he hits it once
  • After which he gives an EVER so slight smile
  • And it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen TALK less SMILE more, Yeah? Yeah?

hamiltonwaswearinghisglasses  asked:

I can't see the numbers, but "hero" for Percy Jackson and Frank Zhang :) I'm :) sure :) this :) will :) lead :) to :) non-painful :) things :)



“So, superheroes are next on the list.” I said, flopping down on the couch beside Frank.

His eyebrows shot up. “You have a list?”

I dug in my jeans pocket and handed him the scrap of notebook paper. “Have yourself a look.” I grinned. “Spider-Man is first.”

Frank’s brow furrowed. “This isn’t your handwriting.”

“You mean it’s not chicken scratches?” I shook my head. “My mom wrote it out. I just suggested things.”

“I think this is every even marginally popular superhero movie released since 1970.”

I cracked open a can of Coke, enjoying the hiss. “We’re catching Hazel up on nearly a century of pop culture. It’s kind of extensive.”

“You have Christopher Nolan on here.”

I shrugged. Truthfully, he wasn’t my favorite, but still. “Critically acclaimed. Therefore, pop-culturally important.” I glanced up. Frank was still frowning. “Not a fan of the Batman?”

“Not this one, at least.” His fingers tapped restlessly on the sofa cushion between us.

I grabbed his hand and anchored it to the couch. “Nervous?”

“Thinking.” Frank met my eyes. He looked oddly earnest, as usual. “Is Batman a hero to you?”

“I don’t know. I guess.” I gestured vaguely with the Coke can. “I mean, he’s kind of cranky. But I can relate.” I released his hand; he intertwined our fingers anyway. “What’s a hero to you?”

Frank pursed his lips. His expression was deeply thoughtful. Lately, he thought about every question I asked like it was the million dollar question on a game show. “I guess…Superman. Not him, specifically, but the ideals?”

“Truth, justice, and the American way?” I guessed.

He laughed. “Something like that. You know, duty, honor. Helping people.”

I smiled. Frank was one of the people in the world that made me glad the world had people. “Like your mom.”

For a second, I thought I’d overstepped my bounds. But Frank smiled at me, and my chest warmed again. “Yeah.”

I scooted closer, clutching my drink and hoping it wouldn’t spill on my mom’s new couch. He didn’t react much when I bumped his shoulder. “A lot like you.”

He looked surprised, like a puppy who’d gotten poked in the side. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I set down the Coke can so I could hold his other hand. His thumb automatically circled out over my wrist. I wondered if he could feel my heartbeat.

I looked him steady in the eyes. “You’re my hero, Frank.”

He blushed strawberry-red, and it was probably the cutest thing I’d seen all month.

Something made a loud snapping noise behind us.

Hazel was standing in the entrance to the living room, holding a camera and wearing a pleased smile. “Are you guys being sappy again?”

“What did we say about the Polaroids, Hazel?” I tried and failed to sound scolding. The shaky voice matching Frank’s blush might have had something to do with it.

“You said I was acclimating very well to modern culture through artistic expression.”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t say it like that.” I muttered.

She put down the camera on the table and sat next to me, curling her legs under her. “If you’re going to have me watch five hours of Sam Raimi, you can let me take pictures of you. Besides,” She leaned forward and picked up the photograph the camera had spit out. “You look cute.”

I peered at the photo and my cheeks heated. From the angle Hazel had, you could mostly see Frank blushing and me leaning in to talk to him. It looked almost like we were kissing.

I passed it to Frank. “We do.”

He looked at me and said, utterly poker-faced, “We’re cute as heck.”

Hazel started giggling.

I handed Frank the first DVD, picked up my mom’s list, and crossed off Batman Begins.

Quirks we made into perks.

A/N: If any of you ever feel like this, just remember. You are not alone. It may seem like it, but I promise, people are fighting to break down the door to reach you again.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Anon said: “Hi! I was wondering if you could do a pack imagine but like love interest with stiles where you get really depressed and ignore them for a good week and after a while they finally like break through your parents and get in your room and your just sitting the looking emotionless and silently crying and they try to talk to to you but you don’t respond you like don’t even look at them and they sit with you idk you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to tho”


You heard them all down at the front door, your parents trying to send them away for the millionth time, but this time Stiles slipped past them and up the stairs, distracting them long enough that the rest of the pack slipped in as well.

Stiles skidded to a stop just inside your door, soon followed by Scott, who held up his hand to stop the rest of the members from entering the room.

The pack hovered in the hallway, blurry in your peripherals as you kept staring straight ahead, not even acknowledging them. A tear slipped down your face as you blinked, and you wanted to curse at it, because you knew every supernatural nose instantly could pick up on your emotions now.

“Y/N?” Stiles came and knelt on the floor in front of you, taking your hands in his, and while you didn’t turn your gaze to him, you saw his disheveled appearance, the lack of sleep evident in his features, and creased with worry.

Scott sat beside you, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder gently, looking down into his lap. “Hey, guys, can, uh, can we have a minute?” He looked into the hallway to the eager faces of the rest of the pack, and you barely made out their blurry nods in your peripherals once again as the tears started to swirl everything.

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Ring Phil

A/N: Also has some roots in various old formspring answers, most notably (x) and (x),and also this video of phil’s (which god damn is hot). This is basically 2009 phan but they’re girls instead holla

Warnings: fem!phan skype sex much excite 

You could probably say that she’s just a little bit insecure about, well, everything. Her appearance, her future, her girlfriend, her school work, her personality, everything. Perhaps it’s stupid, perhaps it’s illogical, but despite how logical she is, she can’t quite bring herself to see it that way.

So she carries on, and she has good days, full of clarity and smiles and happiness, and not so good days, where she cries her heart out for hours. Her parents don’t hear her, they never do. The only person that does is probably the only person that cares. Her Phil, her wonderful Phyllis, whom she loves far above life itself.

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