Me and my friend have some awful golden typos. Discussed about how Seidou has an obsession over pineapples and how Juuzou would probably make fun of him for it. Knowing how random Juuzou can be, he’d actually try to surprise Seidou with a shitload of pineapples. He’ll be nonstop memeing his old former colleague. Anywhoo, PINEAPPLE JUICE IS GOOD. Hehe. Oh and Cinnamon on top of grilled pineapple. A+, take me home.
I was tagged by @sufferthesea and probably more people in the last month or so, but I keep forgetting to do these. I’m really sorry. I love you guys though and I do appreciate the tag. I’m just a terribly forgetful person.
Could you do a (divergent) caleb smut/fluff when they’re in Amity and he is too loopy on the bread and an amity girl finds him talking to a tree so she takes him to his room and he wants her to stay? It would mean the world to me. I need Caleb in my life. Thanks so much for your time!”
Summary: Phil has sprained his ankle and his medication has him acting very silly. What will Dan do when his loopy best friend tries to kiss him?
Word count: 783
Warnings: None (That I know of)
Genre: Fluff <3
A/N: I sincerely apologize for the justin bieber title. Let’s blame my sleep deprivation for my lack of better judgement.
“Phil, what are you staring at?”
Dan asked his loopy friend. Phil was in a daze. He was always quite
sensitive to medication. The pain pills he was prescribed for his
newly sprained ankle were really taking a toll on his mental status.
Phil had taken another tumble down the stairs. It really would have
been quite a funny story if it hadn’t resulted in injury. They had
just arrived back home from the hospital, and the pain killers were
really starting to set in. Phil giggled relentlessly as Dan helped
him up the stairs and into bed.
“Your lips, Dan.” Phil giggled,
refusing to take his eyes of Dan’s mouth.
“What, have I got something on them?”
Dan questioned, taking the back of his hand and wiping his mouth off.
Phil just giggled even more.
“They’re so pink.” Phil said with a
dorky, yet endearing smile.
“You obviously need rest.” Dan
stated. He was sitting on the edge of Phil’s bed. Dan had
successfully helped Phil into his pajamas and under the covers.
However, Dan could not manage to get the older man to go to sleep.
Phil sat up in his bed, resting his back on his pillows. His eyes
were locked on Dan, and that didn’t look like it was going to be
changing any time soon.
“No, you need rest” Phil
laughed and tapped his finger onto Dan’s nose, making him smile
despite his frustration. The two sat there in silence for several
minutes. Dan was waiting on Phil to finally calm down and go to
sleep. He didn’t trust him to be left alone in his loopy,
medicine-induced state. Phil was fixated on Dan’s lips. His eyes
“Why are you staring at my mouth? Do
I have something in my teeth?” Dan asked. He couldn’t help but
notice that Phil was nibbling at his own bottom lip.
“They look quite soft.” Phil
giggled. “I want to touch them.”
Dan stared as Phil slowly brought his
finger to Dan’s bottom lip, giving it a small poke. The whole scene
was really very bizarre, and Dan didn’t quite know what to make of
all of it. He couldn’t help but smile, because despite the
awkwardness of the encounter, Dan found it to be very cute.
“What was that?” Dan asked,
laughing the situation off.
“I want to kiss them.” Phil
giggled. He leaned in and slowly brought his face closer and closer
“Phil?” Dan questioned as he saw
the space between them growing narrow. He was frozen. His stomach
immediately filled with butterflies. Phil continued to move closer,
their lips were seconds away from touching when Dan jerked away.
“Stop, Phil. You don’t know what you are doing. You are going to
regret it in the morning.”
Phil’s eyes met Dan’s. The ocean blue
orbs were filled with hurt. “You don’t want to kiss me, do you?”
“Phil” Dan paused, knowing what he
was about to say would change their friendship forever. “I do want
to kiss you, but this isn’t the right time.”
“Why not?” Phil asked with dazed
puppy dog eyes.
“Because you’re all looped out on
your pain medicine, you just screwed up your ankle. I’m not going to
take advantage of you like that.” Dan explained.
“I don’t think I’m as loopy as you
think.” Phil said with some composure, but not nearly as much as he
should have. Dan could tell Phil was coming to his senses, at least a
little bit anyway. “I think it’s really sweet that you don’t want
to take advantage of me, but nothing you could ever do would be
taking advantage of me because I really really like you, Dan.” Phil
only slurred his words a little bit. Dan remained silent. He was in
utter shock, and truly at a loss for words. Phil continued, “The
way you took care of me today, Dan, it was so sweet. The way you
freaked out when I fell and how you carried me to the cab. The way
you were yelling at the nurse to get me more pain medicine. I know
the people at the hospital had to think we were a couple. I don’t
know, today I just felt like I wasn’t your friend, but I was your
boyfriend, and I just really liked that feeling.”
“Phil,” Dan took Phil’s hand and
held it between both of his. “Maybe I could be your boyfriend, for
real this time. ”
Phil leaned forward and pressed a kiss
to Dan’s lips, “Of course, but only if I can be yours too”
Summary: Dan had been waiting for months to finally meet the person he had started considering his best friend. Skype conversations just weren’t enough anymore and he was craving the real thing. He just hoped that he hadn’t read Phil’s flirting in the wrong way.
Summary: “Listen, zodiacs are bullshit.” He says, as I shuffle the deck of cards in my trembling hands, passing a seven of hearts trough my bruised knuckles. “You say that ‘cause your a gemini. Cancers, geminis, scorpios and sagittarius tend to be skeptical” I argue. “Also, not my fault your trousers ripped.”
Summary: Christmas is without a doubt Phil’s favorite time of year, and he’s convinced there’s something purely magical about the season. His festive feelings are only amplified when a little bit of Christmas magic brings he and Dan a little closer.
Summary: In which it is the last day of the fair and Dan is alone and needs someone to go on rides with. What transpires does not go according to plan, but that’s alright as Dan doesn’t mind falling in love, even if it is just for one night.
Request: I saw your post about requests and I have a weakness for bad boy/ frat boy cal and was thinking about a story about how they have a fight but y/n is a trainee nurse and goes to her work placement but cal gets in a fight and gets really hurt and goes to hospital and she rushes to his side?
Summary: Frat boy Calum gets a little frisky at a party, which ends up with serious consequences to face.
Pairing: Frat!Cal x Female Reader
A/N: HOPEFULLY THIS IS GOOD ??? I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FRATERNITIES I AM BUT A SMALL ONE BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS.
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What started as the best frat party of the decade ended with the biggest nightmare of Calum’s life. He saw a beautiful girl at the party and decided to swoop in, making friendly conversation and dropping subtle hints that he was awfully interested in her and that his bedroom was just upstairs. The girl flirted back at him and took his hand, allowing him to lead her to his bedroom. What Calum didn’t know- and the girl left out- was that she was already taken. Not just by any guy, but by Travis, the leader of their rival fraternity, who thought it would be a good idea to crash their party. One of Travis’ meathead brothers thought it would be a good idea to bring a knife to the party. Their little rumble between the two fraternities turning into something much, much worse when Calum looked down and saw a knife protruding from his abdomen.
Now here he was, half-conscious and getting dragged by his fellow frat brothers down the quad with the same goddamn knife stuck inside of him. “Help!” They were screaming, moving as fast as they could in the direction of the campus medical facility. Lucky for them, Y/N was also on her way there to go to her nightly shift.
“What’s going on?” She asked urgently, kneeling down to examine Calum. She saw some bruises on the face, a split lip and marks on the neck. Looking down, she saw a slowly growing puddle of blood surrounding a switchblade. “We need to get to the medical facility,” One of Calum’s friends, Lucas, explained with a panicked tone. Y/N’s eyes were wide as she examined the wounds. “Forget the medical facility, you need to take him to the hospital!”
Y/N did the honors of speeding the five yelling boys to the hospital, dropping them off at the emergency room while she parked the car. She recognized the victim as Calum Hood, the frat boy who sat behind her in her psychology course. Calum could be an arrogant asshole sometimes, but he was the sweetest person she’s ever met. He didn’t deserve this.
Thankfully, the switchblade didn’t hit any vital organs or do any major damage to Calum. The doctors managed to stop the bleeding and stitch him up, but the pain medication they put him on to stop the edge- after all, he did get stabbed- made him a little loopy. Calum’s friends took an Uber home to shut down the party, leaving Y/N to drive the injured boy home. Calum was wheeled out in a wheelchair, shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his chest.
“He’s gonna be okay, just make sure he relaxes and has limited activity for a few days. He should be healed within two weeks,” The nurse smiled at Y/N before they both helped Calum out of the wheelchair, slinging his arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “Y/N!” Calum slurred with a cheeky grin, stumbling alongside Y/N as she lead him out of the hospital. “You’re looking extra gorgeous today! I’ve always liked you. Cutie pie.”
Y/N giggled and helped Calum into her car. “How are you feeling?” She asked, sliding into the driver’s seat and turning the car on. “I’m on top of the world, baby girl,” He smirked, trying to act smooth with her. No matter how much pain medication he was on, Calum was still the same.
In a matter of minutes, Y/N pulled up to the front curb of the trashed frat house, where Calum’s brothers were already waiting. “I will call you,” Calum told Y/N, pointing finger guns at her before he was dragged out of the car. “I will make you mine!”
Y/N shook her head with a small chuckle and switched the car back into drive, the frat house becoming a small speck in her rearview mirror as she left the area.
Poe eyes his friend carefully, taking a moment to figure out whether he’s pulling his leg. “Okay, you’re serious.”
Finn stares back. “Yeah.” It’s said in the tone (and vague rhyme) of duh. “It’s poetry. It’s romantic.”
There exists in the world any number of ways to respond to that. Poe presses his lips together very firmly, before nodding, clapping his hand on Finn’s back. “I don’t think anything rhymes with hair loopies, buddy.”
“Really? What about goop–”
BB-8, unsurprisingly, is no help at all.
“Wh - come on, why’re you rolling away? You said you’d help!”
At least, Finn’s pretty sure that’s what that series of beeps meant. Learning how to speak droid is a work in progress.
A hatch opens in the droid’s body. The lighter comes out.
Finn’s pretty sure it’s not a thumb’s up.
“…I’ve just returned from an extended trip on an island, by myself.” Luke Skywalker’s expression is carefully blank, but there’s something about the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. Finn’s pretty sure he’s being laughed at. “I may not be the best person to ask.”
“Come on, man.” Finn’s head thunks back against the wall he’s leaning against. “Don’t you at least have some kind of ancient Jedi saying or something that could help?”
There’s definitely a smile tugging at the old man’s face now. Finn can tell, even as Luke turns his head to look contemplatively at the ceiling.
“Actually, it turns out the old Jedi Order was celibate.”
“You’re a bad man, Luke Skywalker.”
“Consider it a brief history lesson. You’ll learn more as your studies progress.”
It occurs to Finn, somewhere around the thirteenth draft, that Rey might not even like poetry.
He stares down at his datapad. The datapad, and a blinking cursor, stare back at him. Draft thirteen is actually just a blank page.
“You know what,” he tells it, turning the screen face down on the table. “This is funny. That’s what I’m going with. I’m gonna tell this story one day, and we’re all gonna look back, and we’re gonna laugh. Especially me.”
“Hey, uh, Rey?”
She looks up at him, and she’s already smiling. He never gets tired of that, the idea that there’s someone in the world who just needs to hear his voice to be pleased. “Hi, what’s up?”
She grabs a rag hanging off one of BB-8′s arms, wiping the oil off her hands as she stands from whatever mechanical thing she’s been working on lately.
“I was just - I was wondering?”
Rey pauses for a second, like she’s waiting for him to say something else. when he doesn’t, a little furrow forms between her eyebrows, although the smile is still there. “Yes? Wondering what?”
Come on man, get it together.
“Right. Right.” Crap. He doesn’t want to do this, but the alternative to doing it is not doing it, and that’s worse. He rubs the back of his neck, taking a deep breath. “Did - did you want to get dinner, some time?” A beat. “As a date?”
Her lips had already been parting, probably to say yes to dinner. But he follows up with date, and her mouth snaps shut again, and he’s ruined it. He’s so, so sure he’s ruined it, and now it’s going to be awkward and she’s never going to want to speak to him again–
A brilliant red colour has bloomed across her cheeks - her entire face, actually. It’s adorable. She’s adorable. “I said,” she enunciates clearly. “Yes. I would lo - I would like to go on a date with you, Finn. A lot.”
His own grin threatens to break his face in half. “Obviously you’d like to go on a date with me.”
They stand there for a good half minute more, smiling like idiots. Somewhere in the background, General Organa elbows her brother.
He rolls his eyes at her, and hands over a small pile of credits.
So I may or may not be on pain meds which make me a little loopy/drowsy. Anyway enjoy!
Marinette might’ve been just a little bit loopy when her friends came to visit. Not that it was her fault, she just got home from getting her wisdom teeth removed and her pain meds made her drowsy but not sleepy.
So when Alya, Nino, and Adrien came into her room, she might’ve not exactly known exactly what she was saying, or even remember it. So Imagine her surprise when when the next time she sees Adrien, he kinda pulls her aside
beatrice doesn't watch my videos, she really really doesn't. i tested it, i started talking to her about olives the other day and she looked at me liked i'd gone a bit loopy. i know my other friends have given up on my videos too. they said i talked enough in real life and they couldn't be bothered figuring out when i would post stuff. actually the only people who watch these videos who i know, are pedro, claud, and john.