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anonymous asked:

I don'tknow if you already answered this but do you have any anime recommandation?

i’ve never been asked for anime recommendations in my inbox before usually i just recommend some to ppl that message me or my friends irl but IM ACTUALLY REALLY EXCITED TO DO THISSS -

okay here are 15 anime i’ll recommend to you anonie :)

these are in no specific order 


1: Boku No Hero Academia - character develoment? check. Non-neglecting of side characters? check. Bomb af graphics? double check. Loveable best boy? yep yup. Great fandom that collectively hates Mineta? yesh

2: Diamond no Ace - sports anime that actually shows the struggles of different teams? yesss. epic scenes that are so great it could be a meta anime but it still retains the basic functions of baseball? huehue double yes. the mc is such a ball of energy and genuinely wants to be the Ace and has so much development as a character that you honestly start wanting him to get that number? yes yes yes yes yes

3: Nichijou - one of the greatest work anime has produced. really its so effing hilarious and it really pinpoints the things everybody does in everyday life. like flip a police officer for mistakenly confiscating your boys love manga. accidentally stabbing your thumb with a mechanical pencil, the struggles of ordering at Starbucks or even..

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yeah.. ordinary life ha

4: Magi - a smol baby boy tryna bring peace to the world? check. fucking strong girl that can beat any kind of wild beast there is? heck yeah! magic? yup. loads of backstory that actually makes sense and relates to the arcs? checkity check. villiains that really arent villains and good guys that truly are the bad guys? ho boi yessss. a magical recorder? you got it. also the graphics are great

5: Mob Psycho 100 - another smol baby boy just tryna navigate middle school. blessed with amazing psychic powers but powerless in terms of popularity and friendships. truly such a great anime that teaches a lot of moral stuff and has A M A Z I N G fight scenes. our boy mob is such a freaking god and the art style is very different but so expressive 10/10 would recommend

6: Danshi Koukousei no Nichijou - [Daily Lives of High School Boys] like nichijou, this is another anime that is at the height of comedy gold. every episode is such meme worthy. the main protag really isnt the main protagonist, so many puns, great side characters, and i cant express how much of a feel good anime this is

7: Bakemono no Ko - okay this is a movie. and when i say this is such a fascinating movie, i mean it. this really smol boy gets adopted by a bear after he runs from home. this big bad bear™ is actually so pure and best dad. the uncles are great and so punny i cant. okay, they also have some really epic sword fights.. i really cant explain this movie without giving spoilers lmao but go watch it if you want, you wont regret it

8: Hunter x Hunter - young fisher-boy and young assassin-boy walk into a hunter exam together, who survives? friendship.. and the newly acquired dads they found along the way [honestly go watch it, i was skeptical at first but i never loved anything more in my life] also the arcs are so monumental, really great plot and friendship!!

9: Yuri On Ice!!! - edgy ice skating and gay couples that reaffirm what love is? check. little smol bean yurio tryna act all mighty and tough? yep. amazing soundtrack? heck yeahh! great characters that in no way hate on homosexuals? you got it. amazing graphics? best boys? well dang, you got it!

10: Shokugeki no Soma - food. food. food wars. great scenes that have food giving you orgasms? basically a sports anime but about food? great mc that really deserves all the love he gets. when they tie a bandana on their forehead, shit is about to get started. food. food. food wars.

11: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - as i write this, i cry. this was so good and i was wary of watching it bc there was/is so much hype around it but alas IT WAS SOO GOOD I CANT. like two brothers? amazing morals? the fact that nothing is as it seems? kickass female characters. alchemy. the hype is real with this one, but its so worth it and i 10/10 would lower you down FMA hell.

12: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! - [also known as Reborn!] i found this by mistake and my life really hasnt been the same. mafia story. first few eps are just comedic and really dont tell you jack shit about the storm thats coming afterwards. holy heck, a main character that set standards for how to demolish your enemies? friendship! fight scenes that make you wanna fite anyone? so many powers that actually make sense? checkity check. friendship!!

13: Bungou Stray Dogs - hidden powers that main character doesnt know about? check. good dad dazai. another mafia story. a mafia boy tryna kill the mc because of his powers and dazai has become mc’s dad instead of his [okay i’m trolling lmao] but really this is a great mafia anime. theories. villainous characters that have been blackmailed into being bad.. really it has it all

14: Haikyuu!! - small chibi boy just wants to play volleyball in peace. “i can jump™” meets skyscraper black-haired blue-eyed god who rules the court. [trollingg] but honestly, this has to be one of the most accurate sports anime i’ve watched. spiky main and side characters that are completely adorable and its kinda hard not to get sucked in, but you will

15: Kono Subarashii Sekai ni Shukufuku wo! - gamer dude dies [by mistake] and on his way to the afterlife, he’s given a chance by a goddess to go to another world and defeat the demon king. grants him the possibility of taking any one thing to this new world, my guy picks the goddess [fukin dead] and whoops there ya go lmaoo. but no honestly, its great and funny and the explosion/action scenes are beyond E P I C. also best girl, Megumin, is there so you should def check it out


— obviously these recommended anime are in my opinion. im not some anime god but thanks anon for giving me a reason to finally do this *finger hearts* —

little tattoos part iii

hello!

this is part three of my reddie soulmate fic

read part one here and two here

thank you guys so much for all the love on this fic. Please read my notes on the bottom as they are important! ty!

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2233



Eddie woke up even more exhausted than he was when he fell asleep. He let a breath out of his mouth and took in a long one through his nose. He kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to face the world yet.

Everything he loved was gone, he suddenly realized. This thought jolted him awake, causing him to sit straight up in a panic. It hadn’t occurred to him that he lost everything yesterday. All of his friends were bound to know. They all hung out together. They were the Loser’s Club and Eddie had ruined that. They could never all hang out anymore as Eddie couldn’t bear to be in the same room as Richie, let alone even think about him. He started to really panic, then.

His breathing was rapid and shallow and his hands were shaking violently. Eddie got up, stumbling, trying to find his damned inhaler. It wasn’t in his pocket, nor his backpack, or on his desk. He couldn’t breathe. At this point, he didn’t know if it was even an asthma attack anymore, or if it was one in the first place. It was so much worse. His head was spinning and he couldn’t see anymore. It was in his jacket, he remembered suddenly.

Eddie collapsed on the ground, catching himself with his hands as he tried to steady his breathing, but nothing was working. His heart was racing and he couldn’t stop shaking. Eddie was sobbing uncontrollably, his vision blurred from the tears. He didn’t know what was happening. His lungs felt constricted and he couldn’t get any air in. He was hyperventilating, trying to breathe but couldn’t. He tried to move towards his jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. He was shaking so badly that he could barely move. His hand grasped the chair, pulling it and knocking it over. The light blue inhaler fell out of the pocket of his coat, landing a couple inches away from him. He grabbed it, instantly feeling as if he could breathe again when he took his first two puffs of medicine.

An hour passed before Eddie could stand again. HIs legs were shaky but he managed to get to his bathroom. He found it odd that his mother hadn’t come to get him yet until he realized that it was four in the morning. Eddie knew he couldn’t go to school, but he couldn’t stay home ‘sick’ as his mother would take him to the hospital. He washed his face with some water and laid back down and attempted to fall asleep.

His mother woke him up at 7 am and tried to get him to take his pills as she did every morning. He walked out of the house and rode his bike to park. Eddie read there all day. He needed to take a breather and reading was his escape. The cool breeze against his skin calmed him even more as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree he was sitting up against. It was odd to feel so peaceful. At three o'clock, he headed home as if he had gone to school.

“Eddie bear, how was school?” She asked from her chair in the living room.

“Fine.” He responded quietly, heading upstairs and into his room.

Eddie felt bad about lying, not going to school, but he knew he couldn’t face Richie, Bill, or anyone for that matter. He checked his cut from the previous day, and it was still healing properly. That was one less thing for him to worry about. Eddie laid back on his bed, sighing. Could his life get any worse?


“W-W-What did you d-do?” Bill demanded, slamming his Chemistry book down on the loser’s lunch table. He was beyond pissed.

   Richie looked up at Bill through his coke bottle lenses. Stan was pissed too, standing behind him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. “I didn’t do anything!” He defended, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. “I-”

   “Where is Eddie?” Stan interjected, sliding into the seat across from Richie. “He isn’t here today and he was supposed to tell you how he felt yesterday. What the hell did you do to him, Richie?”

   Richie scoffed. “So that’s why he was avoiding me.”

   Bill looked at him confused. “W-What do you mean av-av-avoiding you?”

   Richie rolled his eyes. “You know when someone doesn’t talk to you and walks different routes in the hallways so they don’t see you. Gee, Bill, I thought you were smart.” He replied sarcastically, sticking his plastic fork into eerily yellow mashed potatoes.

   Stan leaned forward on his elbows. “So, if he avoided you, why isn’t he here?”

   Richie let out an exasperated sigh, leaning backward in his chair. “He told me in the gym locker room, alright?”

   Bill sat down next to Stan, looking at Richie to egg him on.

   Richie sighed again. “And I was too shocked to do anything and he ran out crying.”

   “Richie!”

   “Hey! I tried to go to his house and apologize and he slammed the window shut. He wouldn’t listen to me.” Richie grumbled. “I really tried! But I have a plan.”

   Stan and Bill exchanged glances. Bill nodded a little and Stan sighed. “What’s your plan?”

   Richie sat up straight. “You two need to convince him to come over. Say it’s everyone but me.”

   Bill frowned. “H-He’s not gonna b-b-believe us, Rich.”

   “Make him believe you! I need to talk to him. I need to explain.” Richie protested, running a hand through his hair.

   Bill nodded. “I’ll t-try.”

   Richie looked at Stan, who was staring down at the table. “Stan?”

   “I’m not gonna help you if all you’re gonna do is break his heart. He doesn’t deserve that, Richie.” He deadpanned.

   Richie was offended and a look of hurt flashed across his face before he composed himself. “I am not going to hurt Eddie!”

   “Sure, telling him you only wanna be his friend isn’t gonna hurt him.”

   “This is the one time I’m not being a sarcastic dipshit, Stanley! Are you listening? I said I’m not going to hurt him. I would never hurt him. I love him!” Richie slammed his fist on the table, causing a few kids to look over at them. “Did you hear that?”

   Stan nodded.

   “At least they didn’t cut off your ears like they cut off your dick.” Richie spat, getting up and walking away. The bell rang moments later. Bill grabbed his bookbag and stood up, gently nudging Stan to do the same. Richie was standing near his locker, attempting to open it but getting the combination wrong.

   “Richie-”

   “What, Stanley? What the hell do you want?” Richie practically growled, turning and glaring at Stan. If looks could kill, he would be dead ten times over.

   “I’ll help.”

   Richie’s hard stare softened a little. “Thanks. I’m sorry I got mad but you gotta admit that line was good.” A small smile crept onto his face, and even Stan chuckled a bit.

   Bill was assigned the job to get Eddie over, and Stan was to get everyone else in on the plan. He walked up to Eddie’s door and knocked. There was shuffling and a shout of “I got it” from Eddie. He opened the door and saw Bill, his face paled a little.

   “H-Hi,” Bill said quietly. “C-Could we talk?”

   Eddie glanced behind him for a moment to see if his mom had fallen back asleep or not before nodding and stepping outside, shutting the door behind him. “What do you wanna talk about because I’m not gonna talk about him.” He put emphasis on the word him. He sounded angry, disgusted, even. He laced his fingers together, still a bit shaky from his panic attack this morning.

   “N-No. The group w-wants you to come over. Minus R-R-Richie.”

   “Oh, no. I am not falling for that. He’s gonna be there when I get there and I don’t want to talk to him.”

   Bill shook his head. “Please? I-I-It’s movie night. You can p-pick.”

   Eddie glared at the ground, trying to work the request over in his head. He finally let out a long sigh and nodded. “Fine.”

   They rode their bikes to Bill’s house in silence, neither of them knowing what to say, so they said nothing. Eddie set his bike up against the house as he always did, following Bill inside. Georgie greeted the both of them with a hello and a smile.

   “H-Head to the living room, I-I-I’ll get the snacks,” Bill said, heading to the kitchen. Eddie nodded, walking towards the living room. He walked in, glancing around the room at the various decorations on the wall. Paintings and pictures of their family were scattered around the room. It felt homey.

   Eddie was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the door shut. He turned his head to look, only to find Richie standing there. His breath hitched in his throat and he knew he had paled. It wasn’t even five seconds before he started to get angry. He knew this was a set-up.

   “I fucking knew it,” Eddie grumbled.

   “Eddie-” Richie started, but Eddie had had enough.

   “No, Richie. I don’t want to hear it. I’m really not in the mood to listen to you tell me you don’t feel the same way and that you hope we can be friends. Because we can’t be friends, Richie! I don’t want to be your friend. I can’t be your damn friend.

   Richie Tozier was silenced by Eddie for the second time that week. It was a new record. He composed himself before stepping forward. “If you let me show you something, I promise I will leave you alone.”

   Eddie was shocked that Richie was being serious. He was never serious in all the time he’s known the guy. He was always cracking inappropriate jokes at the wrong time. Despite all of his instinct to say no, Eddie nodded.

   Richie let out a sigh of relief before spitting onto his hand.

   “That is disgusting! What the hell are you-” Eddie cut himself off as he watched Richie take his spit and use it to smudge his soulmate tattoo off his skin. It wasn’t real. This whole time, Eddie thought that Richie had a soulmate. It was fake.

   Richie watched Eddie for a moment before deciding to explain himself. “My mom used to tell me I would be made fun of for not having a soulmate. That I wouldn’t fit in. So, one night I decided to draw one on every morning so I would fit in. It sounds shitty and kind of is but- Eds are you listening?”

   Eddie walked forward and grabbed Richie’s hand. He was holding back the urge to cringe, as Richie’s saliva was now on his hand. Richie didn’t understand what Eddie was doing. He let him move his finger until it was placed right next to the corresponding one on Eddie’s hand. Under Richie’s tattoo that he drew on, was a small, circular and blotchy birthmark. It was identical to Eddie’s.

   “What the fuck,” Eddie announced. A smile spread across Richie’s face while Eddie started to ramble. “What does this mean? Are these soulmate tattoos? They look like birthmarks! Why the hell would this be a soul-”

   Richie grabbed his face in his hands, leaning in and pressing his chapped lips onto Eddie’s soft ones. Eddie was stiff for a moment before he melted into the kiss and started to do the same that Richie was. Eddie was unsure where to put his hands or what to even do. Before he could react, Richie pulled away, slowly opening his eyes to find Eddie completely red.

   “I love you too, Eds.”

   Eddie had a content smile on his face. “Don’t call me that, Trashmouth.”

   “Ah, Trashmouth, what a nickname. You really know how to charm the boys.” Richie sassed, throwing his arm over Eddie’s shoulder. “Shall we tell the rest of the losers that Bill and Stan have competition?”

   Eddie and Richie showed the rest of the group their tattoos. Stan had this smug look of “I told you so” written across his face and so did Bill. They ended up watching a rom-com, much to Eddie’s dismay. Richie kept his arm around the smaller boy the whole night, pressing chaste kisses to his forehead every once and awhile.

   Richie and Eddie rode back to their houses together that night. They arrived at Eddie’s house first, both of them silent.

   “Gee, you could cut this sexual tension with a knife.” Richie joked, leaning forward on the handlebars of his bike.

   Eddie rolled his eyes, using his kickstand to stand his bike up next to his porch as he always did. Richie hopped off his bike, letting it lay on the ground. He walked up to Eddie, pinching his cheek. “So, Eddie Spaghetti, where do you wanna go on our first date of being fuckbuddies?”

   “You ruined it.” Eddie sighed, slapping his hand away.

   “I didn’t ruin anything!” Richie retorted, smiling. “I made it better.”

   “Okay, Tozier,” Eddie said, leaning forward and kissing Richie briefly.

   Richie had a smile plastered on his face. “Goodnight, Eds.”

   “Goodnight, Trashmouth,” Eddie said before he shut the door. He quietly snuck up the stairs. His mom was still asleep in her chair. He fell back on his bed, a content smile on his face.

   Eddie Kaspbrak was happy.


SO HELLO HERE ARE A FEW NOTES PLS READ TYSM

this ending is ending a. i wrote two endings because i couldnt decide which i liked better

so ending b will be posted after part four as a bonus lil chapter thingy

you can decide whichever you prefer to be canon as i love them both

also im really self concious about this part so please give me your honest feedback ilysm

let me know if you want an epilouge! i would be down to write it

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd like to make a request, but I'm not sure how you'd write it. Could you do the RFA+ Saeran reacting to if they were getting hot and heavy with MC and another member walked in on them? Thank you so much!

i added V because why not and thank you for the request !1!1

mucho love ೃ༄*

sorry some are longer than others i suck

nsfw >.<

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Yoosung

♥ He begged you to go to a LOLOL convention for weeks and finally you gave in

♥ After hours of walking around you grew bored and horny

♥ Last night he left you on edge as you were about to climax when an important RFA conference call came up

♥ You’ve been edgy ever since

♥ “Please…“ you begged into his ear. For the past thirty minutes you wanted to run off somewhere

♥ Finally he listened

♥ “Couldn’t wait till we got home?”

♥ "No.“              

♥ He’d try so hard to take control of the kisses it’d turn you on more, but this poor baby couldn’t keep up

♥Messy neck kisses

♥His wandering hands finally get into your pants and past your panties

♥Trying to moan his name but can’t even speak making him almost self destruct

♥"I’m so close.”

♥ Just as you were tipping over the edge, the door swings open revealing a red head

♥"There you guys are- AAAH MY BEAUTIFUL EYES” Seven plays LOLOL too. Seven wanted to meet up with you guys when he found out you both were going.

♥Seven runs away red as his hair leaving Yoosung more embarrassed than you

♥Still not satisfied till you get home where he makes up it up to you four times

Zen

♥ Zen wanted practice for his romantic lines and wanted it with you so he could make the story come to life, you of course agree

♥ “If you want me then why are you with him?” He says his line leaning closer and closer

♥ Kissing soon leads into make out session in his dressing room

♥ He sits back on the couch and pulls you on top him

♥ Feeling the beast underneath you makes you a mess

♥ Zen grips your waist and helps you grind down on him causing little moans to emanate from you

♥ “I can’t take this…” beast unleashed He groans before flipping you underneath him and grinds hard and fast, hard for you to keep up with

♥ “Ah Hyun~” fuck he gone

♥ This would’ve been a good time to remember Jaehee was stopping by for Zen to sign her new CD

♥ “Hello Zen?” Jaehee’s eyes widen in horror, “SORRY Y/N, Zen!” Before running away flustered

♥ Later, she’d scold you both for being reckless of his image.

Jaehee

♥Knowing Jaehee better than anyone, you know her schedule is so hectic because someone *cough* mista trustfundkid *cough*  who gives her useless projects all the time so you decided to bring her lunch knowing she’d forget to eat

♥ She’d be very surprised and happy and try to explain her current project leaving you confused as ever

♥ She’d try so hard to make you understand

♥  You’re leaning over the papers and get distracted on her lips rather than the cat project she was rattling off about

♥ Swoop, you kiss, taking Jaehee off guard

♥ Kisses so good she forgets where she is

♥ You unbutton her blouse and leave hickeys across her chest

♥ Small Jaehee moans

♥Fogged up glasses

♥ “Jaehee do you have those cat reports I was, Oh,” Jumin stops, “I’ll come back later…”

♥ Jaehee is s u p e r embarrassed

♥ “I’m so unprofessional.”

♥ You apologize with a bubble bath later

Jumin

♥ Jumin would randomly want to throw dinner parties for friends and colleagues

♥ Tonight was one of those nights

♥ You were trying on dresses for it when you put on a beautiful slim fitting, maroon dress that made you look hotter than hell.

♥ “No.” You hear Jumin and see him shaking his head is disapproval

♥ “What’s wrong?”

♥ “Only I’m allowed to see you in stuff like that.” He stated before walking away thinking that was the end of it

♥ It wasn’t

♥ Who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t wear? After he had ignored you for the past week, being a little tease seemed fun

♥ When guests started arriving you stepped out of your room and began greeting people

♥ You could feel his glare from across the room

♥ “Y/N, you look stunning.” Zen complimented.

♥ “Thank–” Jumin comes out of nowhere bumping into you, spilling wine on you.

♥ “Whoops, silly me,” Jumin tightly smiled before whisking you away from confused Zen, “Let’s get you changed.”  

♥ When your alone Jumin attacks  daddy jumin mode

♥ “That.” Kiss “Dress.” Kiss “Was.” Kiss “Expensive.”

♥ “I’ll buy you thousands more.”

♥ Your wine-stained, dress was soon pooled around your waist

♥ Jumin threw your panties across the room

♥ No time for foreplay he is inside you

♥ He starts ruthlessly pounding away

♥ “Hey Y/N I want to ask- AHHH NEVERMIND!” Zen screams and slams the door in record time.

♥ “Jumin, are you smiling?”

Seven/Luciel/Saeyoung

♥ You knew Seven was busy on an important case and wanted to do something special

♥ Trying to think of food you could make was hard

♥ You can’t exactly cook well

♥Deciding on pancakes seemed easy enough

♥ They weren’t

♥ Seven stepped out of his office looking for some Dr.Pepper and saw the kitchen covered in Bisquick and broken eggs

♥ “What happened?“ He’d make fun of you, but he wasn’t that much better at cooking either

♥ "I wanted to make you food, you’re so busy.” You sigh and we’re genuinely disappointed

♥ Seeing this Agent 707 Defender of Justice immediately goes with plan cheer up your girlfriend

♥ "Y/N” He grabs your chin making you look up at him, “All I want eat is you.”

♥ Right before kissing you he’d throw flour in your face

♥ “Really Seven?”

♥ He quickly kiss you to prevent the inevitable war

♥ One swift motion, you were on the messy counter and Seven was in between your legs

♥ Feeling his hardness against you made you even more turned on

♥ “S-Saeyoung.” Hearing his real name come from you… he’d die

♥ Your pants disappeared and he began leaving kisses in between your thighs

♥ He kiss everywhere except where need him

♥ “Don’t tease me~~” You’d pout, making him give in

♥ “I got groceri- Oh dear lord in the kitchen!” Saeran screamed before abandoning the groceries still screaming “The kitchen!” over and over.

V

♥V had an opening for his first photo gallery and was nervous as to if it would succeed

♥You knew it would but it seemed like he needed a confidence boost

♥You knew just the way to do it

♥You took him to the private office in the gallery and got busy

♥He was reluctant at first

♥"Y/N Are you sure? Anyone could walk in…“

♥"I locked the door.” At least you thought you did.

♥Finally he pulled you onto the desk and boy he worked fast

♥Too many kisses to keep up

♥That led into a make up session that got heated very quickly

♥Where’d his pants go ? Where’d your bra go?

♥He was already rock hard and you slide in front him, wanting to please him

♥Right as he groaned when you put him in your mouth the door swings open

♥You hit your head on the desk

♥Girlish scream and retreating footsteps equal Yoosung

♥"My office doesn’t have lock.“ Sudden realization.

♥At least the gallery went well1!1!

Saeran

♥ After months of getting help and gaining trust of the RFA members Saeran was officially invited into the RFA

♥ He helped you so much and the day of the party was finally here

♥When you entered the banquet hall Saeran immediately latch himself on you

♥"Can we leave?“ Ten minutes in.

♥"Please? I’ll make you feel good when we get home.”

♥He was horny and anti social

♥After more of his complaints you strike a bargain

♥"How about we go upstairs for little then come back down.“

♥Didn’t need to tell him twice

♥Once you reach an empty room he is all over you

♥Aggressive kisses, not that you mind

♥He began kissing down your neck until he reached your sweet spot making you moan

♥”Be quiet, don’t want anyone to hear.” he said before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

♥Saeran pinned you under him and grinded down leaving you a mess

♥Both your clothes came off at one point

♥Mid make out the door swings open

♥ “Well, this is not the correct room.” Jumin swings right back around and leaves.

♥ “I thought you locked the door!”

♥ “I thought you did!”

♥ Saeran got up locked the door, and continued where you left off.

The Mean Marquis

Lafayette x Reader

Note: So @a-schuylerr made a post about different Lafayette fic scenarios they would like to see and I got inspired. Thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog for being my proofreader and for putting up with me spamming you with my process on this fic. This is my longest fic and I am really excited for you to read it!

Warning: smut and that’s basically it

Word Count: 7,204 ( I expected it to be long just not this long)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u @aph-bermuda @haletotheking24


1772

When your father first announced that you were to marry a French nobleman in just over a month, you felt as if your throat had fallen into your stomach. You were angry and shocked, so angry that you could hardly form a sentence before you stormed off.

That was three days ago, your anger had subsided and left you feeling worried. Worried about the man you were going to be married to. He wasn’t just any old French nobleman he was the Marquis de Lafayette, more affectionately known as the “Mean Marquis”. You’d heard stories about him about his ruthless and cold nature when it came to business. You had also heard about how popular he was with women, and that he was always surrounded by them.

“It’s just not fair!” you yell. You’d walked far enough away from you family’s home that you know you can speak without being heard. “I don’t even know him why should I marry him?” you groan as you sink to your knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel yourself start to panic. How on earth is he going to treat me? You wonder. After everything you’ve heard about him, the best you can hope for is that he will ignore you. He will probably give you a child or two but for the most part, just forget you even exist.

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Uptown Girl

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: hi i’ve come back from the dead lol (this is also gonna be in peter’s POV)

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Originally posted by spiderholland

“Are you coming over tonight?” My friend, Ned Leeds, said.

“I can’t. I have the Stark internship.” I opened my locker to avoid looking at him. He would see right through my lies.

“Again? Didn’t you go there yesterday too?” Ned leaned against the locker beside me.

“Well, Mr. Stark expects me to work hard. I don’t wanna let him down.”

“Don’t you think you’re working a little too hard?” Ned crossed his arms.

“No! I just want to-”

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trottingalongthelines  asked:

In YOI episode 3 when Yurio is about to start his program and Yuuko is freaking out over his costume, why is Victor shown as if he's in deep thought? Or just why was the clip shown in the first place? I feel like they wouldn't have put it there just because, but I cant figure out what it's significants is..Do you know why?

I love episode 3.

It’s one of my favorites. There are so many interesting character moments to analyze, and this is one of them. 

There are several potential interpretations you could apply to this scene.

Yuri is scowling as he’s warming up to perform “Agape” - which is not Agape-like behavior. Victor could be thinking “Well, I guess he hasn’t tapped into the concept of Agape after all…” 

If you notice earlier in the episode, we see Victor looking at Yuri much the same way - particularly right before he sends him off to the waterfall. Victor is not seeing what he wants in Yuri’s demeanor.

You could also speculate that Victor might see a younger version of himself in Yuri, who is standing there in Victor’s costume from his junior years.

But here’s another theory…

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bad | 04

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, future smut, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 3 155

WARNINGS: cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08coming soon ↠ 

A/N: this part’s kinda weird. it’s more of a build-up chapter. there might end up being about 8 parts lol. thank yOU FOR 900, OMG

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I do not know if it's open or not (If not, sorry >w<) Can I ask for some HC for RFA + Saeran MC gets drunk and they try something like kissing / etc as always and she walks away and says something like '' I have a boyfriend / husband and I love him ''

Hahahahaha yesssss

 (i had to skip a few requests because unlike last time i was not feelin writing straight-up smut on public transport LOL)

YOOSUNG:

  • The two of you had been at a house party
  • Not your usual scene, but your friends had convinced you two to go out
  • Yoosung, as the designated driver, was sober
  • But you were SMASHED
  • After dropping everyone else off you finally get home to your shared apartment, and you collapse down onto the couch, the world still spinning around you
  • You’re gone to the point that you don’t actually know where you are, and it’ll be a hell of an experience once morning comes
  • Yoosung sits down next to you, hooking an arm around you
  • You stiffen at the contact, as in your mind you’re still at the party
  • “Babe, I’m so tired~~”
  • Yoosung leans over to kiss you lazily, but you push him away as much as you can in your state
  • “mmmnO NOOO”
  • “What? What’s wrong?”
  • Yoosung looks genuinely hurt, but you don’t even really notice
  • “NOO I CANT” You try and sit up, but close your eyes when your head spins again
  • “I can’t, I have a boyfriend… mmmNooo go away I love my boyfriend”
  • Yoosung laughs, but he is actually very touched by your drunken honesty
  • He touches your cheek gently
  • “Babe, it’s me, I’m your boyfriend”
  • “nnnNNNooo, he’s a good boy”
  • “It’s me, it’s Yoosung!”
  • You eventually squint at him hard enough to recognize him
  • “Yoosung?? I thought you weren’t drinking!”
  • Yoosung prepares to explain, but glances you over again and thinks better of it
  • “But I’m here! Can I have my kiss now?”
  • You screw your eyes shut and pucker your lips, and he leans down to peck you lightly

ZEN:

  • You two had gone out for beer
  • And your prideful and competitive ass had challenged Zen to a drinking contest
  • And lost badly
  • He carries you back to the apartment
  • and although he hears you mumbling something into his chest he can’t make out the words
  • Once you get back he lays you down gently on the couch and lies down next to you for cuddles
  • You’re still mumbling something drunkenly, and he lifts himself up to look at you
  • Your face is buried into the cushions, and he turns you onto your side
  • “C’mon babe, make sure you can breathe”
  • He leans down to kiss you, but once his lips connect with yours he feels your arms weakly pushing him away
  • He pulls away from you, confused, and heart breaking a little
  • And what you’re mumbling suddenly becomes a little clearer
  • “N-nooooo, p-please don’t….”
  • Zen scrambles off the couch
  • “What’s wrong, babe?”
  • Your eyes struggle to focus on him, although he is but a fuzzy outline to you
  • “Please don’t… I can’t… I love my… boyfriend so… much, I can’t hurt… him like this….”
  • Zen can’t help laughing, resting his forehead on your stomach from where he sits on the floor
  • “It’s all right, princess. I understand.”
  • He leaves and comes back with a glass of water and a blanket, and tucks you in for the night
  • Although he spends the night on the floor and doesn’t leave your side for the remainder of the night

 

707:

  • You two had been drinking at home
  • Or rather, you had- since Seven’s drink of choice is Dr. Pepper
  • As it were, you grievously overestimated your sobriety level, and an hour after your drinking spree you’re feeling the effects much more heavily than was expected
  • Seven has a grand old time watching you drunkenly maneuver the bunker
  • He watches without comment as you attempt to carry a conversation with Robo-Cat
  • And hastily drags you away when you start to mess with Robo-Dog
  • And waits until you’ve tired yourself out, curled up on the floor
  • “Agent 606! Wake up, Agent 606! Super duper emergency!”
  • You sit up to the best of your ability, the word “emergency” triggering some kind of primal response in your mind
  • “Whu—Emergency….”
  • “Agent 707 has not received his daily seven-hundred-and-seven kisses! He can’t go to sleep without them!”
  • Seven goes in to kiss you, but in your state of mind you push him away in confusion
  • “Nooo…. I can only give the seven hundred seven kisses to… to my… my Saeyoung…”
  • Seven keeps up the act, but on the inside he’s taken a Cupid’s arrow to the chest
  • “Oh! You’ve caught me, Agent 606! ‘Twas I, the nefarious 706! Lemme dial Agent 707~”
  • You are not amused as he makes various “beep boop” noises into a pretend “phone”
  • “I don’t want 707. I want my…. My husband Saeyoung…”
  • Seven has to stop himself from squealing or just crying on the spot
  • But he sits down in front of you and takes your hands in his
  • “Okay, baby. I’m here. Can I have my goodnight kisses now?”

JUMIN:

  • Your nightly wine sessions were certainly a routine

  • But Jumin had a long day at work, and he was compelled to open another bottle

  • Which had led to your current situation, in which you were more of a lightweight than either of you had thought

  • You’re having trouble remembering your own name, and Jumin had placed your head in his lap as he now runs his fingers through your hair, listening to you ramble drunkenly

  • He can’t make heads or tails of what you’re actually saying, but you’re obviously very invested in it

  • He watches your brows furrow slightly, like they do when you’re talking about something very passionately

  • And as the sound of your voice fades to join the distant buzz from the wine he finds himself focusing on your lips

  • Without thinking, and a little inebriated himself, he leans down to kiss you

  • Before recoiling from a sharp sting on his cheek, as you slap him across the face

  • He looks back down at you in a mixture of shock and slight indignation

  • And he’s not usually one to swear, but there are few substitutions of the same caliber as:

  • “What the fuck?”

  • “Please, I’m married… I c… can’t do this to my husband, I –hic- love him so much…”

  • There’s a moment of stunned silence before Jumin bursts out laughing

  • “Remind me to never let you drink this much again, missy.”

 

SAERAN:

  • Saeran’s not one for social drinking, so shots at home are usually the plan for evening entertainment
  • It’s well-known that you’re a bit of a lightweight, but you push yourself just a little too far this time
  • But Saeran isn’t exactly sober either, and the night is mostly spent on the couch recovering
  • You’re in his arms for a long time
  • Long enough for you to forget where exactly you are
  • After a long period of silence Saeran finally speaks, his voice gruff and his chest rumbling against you
  • “God, sometimes I forget how sexy you are when you’re drunk.”
  • You stiffen at the comment, but Saeran doesn’t seem to notice
  • Instead he tilts your chin up towards him with his finger, and captures your lips in his
  • A protest rises up in your throat, and you push him away
  • Words somehow find their way through your hazy mental state-
  • “No please, I can’t cheat on my boyfriend like this…”
  • Saeran goes stiff as a board, looking at you with heartbreak in his eyes
  • “Boyfriend?”
  • “Yes, I love him so much, I can’t do this…”
  • Saeran can’t decide if he’s angry or hurt, but before he can reach a conclusion the sound of the fridge door closing shakes you both out of your moment
  • Seven glares at the both of you, holding a can of Dr. Pepper from the fridge
  • “Would you both sober up? She’s talking about you, dumbass.”
  • As Saeran realizes what had happened he holds you tighter, and you can’t tell if his shaking is from laughter or from tears
  • “Oh my fucking god, don’t scare me like that.”

// THE!! BEST!! GIFT!! EVER!! IS!!
M E M E S!!!!
kind of nsfw, at least implied.

{ Valentine’s day special }

Zen:

- He’d gotten the whole shebang, like every cheesy gift imaginable. Everything. Who is this man, why is he like this.

- You just slowly slide an envelope over the table– he gets really excited and starts to open it with a huge smile on his face; you have to bite your cheek to contain yourself.

- When he gets it open, it’s literally pouring out valentine’s day cards with memes on them

- ” Wait what is this? Spell lana backwards? … OH”

- He’s laughing while he’s opening them because he didn’t know what he expected but not this?

- “ Looks like someone’s getting cremè bru-laid toni– M C ”

- Keeps them because he thinks they’re funny and just so you. Trust me, he’ll go through with everything that’s written on those cards if you know what i’m dayin wink wonk

Jumin:

- Honestly don’t give it to him out front like hide little sticky notes around the house for him to find

- He’ll be at work two weeks after valentine’s day and he just finds
“ you’ll be making MY kitten purr tonight“ WITH A PICTURE OF ELIZABETH THE 3RD

- Calls you and asks how many of these you made because he finds them at random, he found one in the oven like?? when did you have time for this

- He recognizes V’s ugly writing on a few of them and he’s going to fight that man for helping you with this

Yoosung:

- He was so so scared for valentine’s day– what if you didn’t like his gift? He just went with what Jaehee told him to get and rolled with it.

- He’s stuttering and nervous, you slide him a card. incognito. If you had sunglasses, they would have been worn.

- You got him a video game!! And he’s excited, but confused when there’s no disk?? it’s just cardboard with something written on it

- “ the only thing you’ll be playing with is me tonight. ”

- VISIBLY SWEATING AS HE SPITS OUT HIS DRINK

Jaehee:

- she’d have none of your bullshit honestly

- She saw you making cards and she just cannot believe this she runs whenever you chase her with them in hand

- “ damn girl, you optimus fine ”

- S TO P

- “ let’s get together and have some shrex because i’m not ogre you ”

- N O

- “ id let you in my swamp ”

- SHES ABOUT TO BURN THE HOUSE STOP

Seven:

- oh look at that you both had the same idea

- He makes his hand made memes into paper planes and sends them to you via flight through the living room

- “ let’s bop bop bop ur top off ”

- of course you HAVE to send one back I mean it’s just common courtesy!

- fucking looses it at
“ ravioli ravioli give me the dickioli ”

- this goes on all night until the living room is COVERED in these cards

- poor saeran is surrounded by your sins when he wakes up look what you’ve done you’ve soiled him

V:


- V is the sweetest on valentine’s day okay he gets you roses, gives you massages with nice vanilla candles all around, ( he’s a god with his hands trust me trust me) kisses, chocolates, wine, he’s basically your servant for the day and you over here givin him some memes? smh who are you

- no but seriously, he would think it’s the cutest thing. especially handmade, look at your creativity! what a nerd

- hey he can spice things up too– He’s not stale, he’s a cool kid too MC. But his memes are wholesome with some sexual innuendo but mainly wholesome

- “ You take my breath away ”
WITH A SHITTY DRAWN INHALER AA MY MAN

- Most sexual has to be
“ Ill turn you on! ”
on top of your laptop, he’s so cute and blushy when you find it

Saeran:


- he’s concerned for your wellbeing because you’re laughing so hard at the stack of valentines in his hand

- “ I think you’re eggstaordinary?? I want to see your hard drive— MC what is this EXPLAIN”

- He’s laughing too because he honestly can’t believe this you worked so hard on these

- He loves you so much his heart hurts because of it— you’re so silly and goofy and it makes him so happy? but these are terrible who taught you how to meme? let the master show you how it’s done ~

Genesis - 7.19

It’s a fashion-light episode but it DOES involve Spot, so. 

We start with Riker in sickbay getting some sort of spiny plant removed from his back after things “started getting romantic” with him and another crew member in the arboretum. 

Fuck so hard I roll over dangerous plants and don’t give two shits

Nurse Ogawa is here, which is always a pleasure, and she’s rocking a seriously voluminous updo, sort of a 1940s meets 1990s sensible French twist. I’m sure she loves having to remove Riker’s sexytime plant spines. That’s definitely what she went to Starfleet Nursing Academy for. 

Barclay is also in sickbay, because: Barclay.

He literally claimed he had something called “Terellian Death Syndrome” which is honestly a terrible name for a syndrome

Beverly has asked him repeatedly not to search the medical database before coming to her (AKA Never Search WebMD), but of course Broccoli does. She’s got her gorgeous strawberry shortcake season 7 hair happening:

MFW Barclay shows up in sickbay for the third time this week

The other patient being tended to is also a beautiful redhead:

The laying on of hands

Spot is pregnant and at first I was like “HOW THE FUCK DID SPOT GET PREGNANT” but apparently a) there are 12 male cats on board and b) Spot has a tendency to sneak out of Data’s quarters.

Okay, listen.

1. If there are AT LEAST 13 cats on board, WHERE ARE THEY? I want a Bridge Cat.

Bridge Cat: artist’s rendering

2. HOW IS SPOT GETTING OUT? This is a fucking SPACESHIP. Shit should be LOCKED DOWN. It’s literally AIRTIGHT. I GUESS she could sneak through, like, a vent or something but if you’re going to have cats on board, you need to PLAN for their fuckery.

This could be really bad

3. If the cats are WANDERING THE SHIP, aren’t you worried they’re going to end up in the warp core? Or that even just their fur is? WHO IS VACUUMING UP ALL THE FUR.

Anyway, Crusher is apparently also a veterinarian (which I guess makes sense since she treats all sorts of species) and says that Spot should deliver her babies soon. Nurse Ogawa then says that she’s also pregnant! THIS WILL BE IMPORTANT LATER, which is the only reason she says it.

Also important for later:

Oh yeah gimme that t-cell injection

I’ll just tell you now that all the weird stuff that occurs in this episode is a result of Broccoli’s mutated t-cells after he gets this shot (or something). It’s (enjoyable) nonsense so don’t worry about it. I just wanted you to see how much he loved getting this hypospray.

Picard and Data have to drive through an asteroid field to get a stray torpedo (bad). Data asks Barclay to keep an eye on Spot, since she’s about to give birth, and she likes Barclay best of all the people on board. You can tell by the way she looks at him:

This IS my “I love you” face

Broccoli is pleased, because no one likes him.

WE’RE BEST FRIENDS NOW

It’s actually very sweet; Barclay even seems to know something about cats and asks Data where she’s planning to have her kittens.

With Barclay’s luck, she will have them inside his pants while he’s wearing them, somehow

I just really enjoy Data’s display case here, with his violin case juuuuust open enough to let all the dust in, but not quite enough to actually see the instrument.

Spot’s in good hands:

Yarn, Spot? You cliche

Elsewhere on the ship, Worf is having a fucking feast:

No I asked for a SIDE of tentacles

This looks delicious, actually. Giant turkey leg? Some kind of weird dried fish? Potato salad on a bed of green beans? I’m in. 

Troi shows up, a little upset that Worf didn’t wait for her, since they planned to have lunch together. He’s mean and it’s weird. You can already tell something STRANGE is happening on the ship, mostly because Troi is NOT wearing a jewel tone:

Eileen Fisher for Spacefleet

Drink this look in, kids, because it’s one of the two non-uniform looks in this episode. We can see here that I THINK Troi is wearing some Danskin shimmer tights with her beige on beige minidress and matching waterfall cardigan. The color is not what we usually see on her, but it’s not terrible (except for my pre-existing anti-beige bias). It’s certainly along the lines of what I wear when I’m lounging around.

Secret pajamas except it’s not a secret. It’s just pajamas I wear in public

Ed. note: I copied that picture of my cat Violet to my clipboard earlier when I was making the images above and I accidentally pasted it here and I can’t bring myself to delete it.

Troi’s hair has reached its astonishing season 7 pouf levels and I just love everything about it. Anyway, Worf is acting like a real dick, but we do get another good look at those Ten-Forward outfits.

IS THAT HOUNDSTOOTH

If I ever attend another con, that’s going to be my look because houndstooth is everything to me.

Later, Worf’s dickishness turns into something MORE:

I’M A DICK ON A RAMPAGE

This scene is super dark and it’s not totally clear what’s happening, but Worf basically just destroys his own quarters, including his pillows, then cuddles up with them on the floor. We do get a decent look at Worf’s jammies, which are brown and might be made of varying colors of burlap.

If anyone was gonna wear burlap pajamas, it would be the Klingons

I’m not sure what’s going on with that shoulder detail, but it can’t be that comfortable to sleep in? But again - Klingons aren’t exactly a culture that considers “comfort” to be something to aim for. If you showed a Klingon an Aerosole, he would 100% cut it in half and throw the halves in your face.

These PJs might also be linen, which would be WAY nicer to sleep in, but a little off-brand. I mean, a Klingon in linen? Can you imagine? Hold on, you don’t have to:

Pure white to better show off the blood of my slain enemies

So everyone is acting weird. Troi is like “I’m cold. I need a bath,” and walks off the bridge. The next time we see her, this is happening:

Deanna, sweetie? It’s more relaxing if you take your uniform off

As she’s taking her fully-clothed bath, Worf busts in and:

CHOMP

It’s actually very upsetting, and at first neither of them even really know how to react either:

Oh god did I just bite you

Did you just fucking BITE me??????

Troi goes to sickbay, where she gets my favorite disco blanket:

Disco Blanket: Because why shouldn’t a blanket be iridescent

To be fair, emergency blankets ARE shiny, so.

You better believe that’s an affiliate link, friend

Okay so THEN Crusher is examining Worf and she asks him to open his mouth and HOO BOY was that a mistake.

Does the replicator not have the recipe for Listerine, or

He SPRAYS her like a fucking dilophosaurus!! 

NOT IN THE FAAAAAAAAAACE

Later someone says her injuries were so bad that SHE WILL NEED RECONSTRUCTIVE SURGERY. That means in every episode after this (not many, but still), we are seeing a RECONSTRUCTED BEV. 

So everyone is losing it, basically, which doesn’t explain why Broccoli thinks this is a normal way to stand:

Is this how a human? Does a stand? How is stand

Finally, Picard and Data come back, and when they arrive, the Enterprise is just adrift. They board and find this:

Sir, if the t-shirt does not spark joy when you touch it, the book counsels you to throw it away. I was unable to apply this method as I do not feel joy, nor any other emotion

It’s the shed skin of a reptile, which: whaaaaaat? Ain’t no reptiles on this ship!

Narrator: actually, there were reptiles on this ship

Troi is still in the bathtub when Picard and Data find her, and she is like, half lizard because the t-cells released when Barclay got that hypospray are making everyone de-evolve. Sure. She looks terrible, which is a real feat since Marina Sirtis is such a Betty:

Honestly she’s still p hot

I think my favorite part of this makeup is the gecko-like fingertips. Excellent detail. Love the scales, love the contacts, love the unripe banana shade of green they used. All great. 

Data and Picard go check out what else is happening, and they find a caveman at one of the control panels:

Not a Starfleet regulation haircut

But what’s this? It’s not a caveman at all! It’s…

I heard dramatic eyebrows were back in

…Riker! I guess! The makeup on Frakes here is SO heavy that it’s not immediately apparent that it’s Riker, except that he’s wearing command red and has a beard. Plus, Picard says “Will?” upon this reveal. 

FUCK YOU GUYS

I’m saving this as my “flipping the bird” image to use forever.

Data and Picard manage to subdue Riker and get him to sickbay, after which they go to Data’s quarters to use his computer. But guess what happened?

KITTENS

Spot had her babies! They’re legit VERY small kittens and very cute. Data says they’re hungry, and wonders why Spot isn’t taking care of them. And then comes one of the best shots since chicken in the hallway:

Sup

IT’S AN IGUANA WEARING SPOT’S COLLAR. SPOT DEVOLVED INTO LITERALLY JUST AN IGUANA. I laughed so hard at this shot and I REALLY wanted the kittens to interact with the iguana, but they didn’t. I don’t know if that iguana was even on set.

LOL

Data notes that the kittens didn’t turn into baby iguanas, so he thinks maybe there’s some kind of cure for the devolution from pregnancy? Or something? This is where Nurse Ogawa’s recently-announced pregnancy comes into play. So he goes to sickbay, and Picard goes to see what’s going on in Engineering, and finds:

Help meeee

Barclay devolved into, like, a spider? I guess? Because this gene mutating thing is just nuts and does whatever the effects people think will look cool. (And they all do look pretty cool.)

Nurse Ogawa has devolved into Standard Neanderthal #4:

On loan from the American Museum of National History

And finally, the big boss: Worf. Worf turned into something with an exoskeleton that was able to make this dent in the sickbay door:

Rude

Picard and Data speculate that Worf thinks Troi is his mate (sure) and he’s trying to get through the door to her, so they synthesize her pheromones to draw Worf away from sickbay so that Data can focus on making a cure with Nurse Ogawa’s pregnancy hormones. Obviously. But first Picard has to get out of sickbay.

PEEK

Picard manages to lure away the Worf-monster, which looks like this:

Part beetle, part conch shell, all covered in chocolate

It’s hard to see what’s happening but what you can see is just really gnarly:

Are there horny toads on Klingon?

Ultimately, Data is successful in making a cure and sends it through the air ducts so everyone on board is fine. And when Barclay finds out that it was his treatment that started it all, and that he might have a disease named after him:

A hypochondriac’s dream

And don’t forget: THERE ARE AT LEAST 13 CATS ON THE ENTERPRISE

this is for @clotpolesonly‘s birthday (which was like a week ago BUT SHE DIDN’T TELL ME SO IT’S HER OWN FAULT HER PRESENT IS LATE) but jess i hope you like this and i love you!!!!

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Title: Get The Cake (And Eat It Too)

Derek’s terrified.

It’s not like he’s never been on a date before. He’s gone on a lot of dates: with people from real life, people from the internet, blind dates courtesy of Laura – but never before has he been this fucking terrified.

Because this is Stiles.

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I’ve Got You, I Promise: Part 2

Originally posted by sensualquotes

*This gif ???? I’m dead. Evan Peters can comfort me any day.

Peter Parker x Scared/Clingy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After being captured and unable to be found for months, Peter and the rest of the Avengers locate you. When you return back, your only need is Peter’s safety and comfort. 

Word Count: 1899

Warnings: language, depressed reader, clingy, fluff, panic attack, knives, blood, sad stuff, loving Peter. (pls let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: I always upload my fics at an ungodly hour, literally it is 3:20 AM. Anyway, for the wonderful @farfromjustordinary​, I hope I did this justice! This is how I sort of deal with my issues, so everyone is different. Please let me know if you guys enjoyed reading this second part! This is my first time creating a second part on a fic, so I’m excited to hear some feedback. Alright, I’ll stop blabbering. Enjoy!

Part 1


After spending some time nuzzled in the crook of Peter’s neck, you fall back asleep. Peter had to leave a little while after you fell asleep though, to train with Steve and Sam.

When you woke up, you were drenched in sweat and visibly shaking like you’ve been outside in a blizzard for hours. Once you realized Peter had left you, the panic really started to set in.

Where did he go?

Did Hydra take Peter?

Oh, no. No, no. 

Shit!

Where are you?!

PETER!

As you continued this cycle of paranoid thoughts, Peter walks in, equally as drenched in sweat, if not more.

He takes in your state, eyes widening. “Y/N, h-hey, you okay?” Peter stutters, worry evident in his voice.

Opening your mouth with nothing coming out, you whimper, causing Peter to dart towards you on the bed.

Even though you are both a sweaty mess, you don’t care. You latch onto Peter once his body lands on the bed, taking him by surprise. Your heavy breathing and shaking body lets him know you woke up from a nightmare. But he wasn’t there to help you.  

With an intense grip of Peter’s shirt, you mumble, “I…-uh, I-”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Y/N. I understand,” Peter interrupts.

With a nod of your head, you lean farther into his hold, absorbing his warmth and comfort.

How can someone be this warm and soft?

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anonymous asked:

I love reading what you have to say about anything in general (dan and phil, politics, your work day [even in passing]) and idk I just wanted to say hi + ask what you have to say about their new gaming video? I loved it, they were so (insert a multitude of different positive adjectives) and Phil is such a broad thinker it's amazing. I think (im pretty sure) you loved it as well and I just wanna read your thoughts, hahaha thanks!

can you hear that? it’s the sound of me screaming because i have to rewrite the entirety of this ramble after tumblr DELETED IT THE FIRST TIME ifjaoiwejraoiejroaeir. but YES oh my god. i did love this video. a lot. there’s so, so much to talk about. grab a fkn snack mate, bc this is super long. 

1. there’s been a lot of discourse about dan and phil’s interaction in this video. i received a handful of messages regarding dan’s apparently aggressive treatment of phil and one regarding the way people were apparently abusing phil in the comments under the video and calling him “stupid and untalented.” um. okay so i’ll work backwards. i have watched the video three times now. all three times i scrolled really deep into the comments. NONE of those times did i see a single comment that was insulting or demeaning to phil. where are people seeing this? i feel like this is a classic case of one or two people saying something happened and then everyone repeating it without actually checking the source. if anything, the yt comments are full of people saying firstly that phil is “too creative” for this game and has a fascinating mind, and, secondly, that he’s a full-grown man who doesn’t need the protection of his fans from dan of all people, the so-called aggressive bully in this scenario, who just so happens to also be his best friend and life partner. i definitely agree with that latter point.

something else that’s been lost in this discussion and that seems extremely relevant is that a lot of this video’s central dynamic, with dan being shocked and appalled at phil’s seemingly abysmal drawing skills and phil doing the absolute most in every drawing, felt really, really put on or exaggerated for dramatic/comedic effect. i think the very first instance of it, when phil draws his fucked up umbrella, and dan just sort of jokes about it looking like a palm tree for a while and then at the end just says like a few words about how extreme phil’s interpretation was—i think this was a super authentic interaction. but i also think they quickly gathered with the drawings that followed that it would be really funny to ham it up for the sake of comedy and that’s why phil’s drawings seemed to get intentionally more and more “creative,” so to speak, while dan’s responses got correspondingly more and more extreme and high-pitched and shriek-y until basically everyone’s eardrums were bleeding. i get why the video was grating to some people bc like,,, this shit can get tiring to watch when it seems so extra. but personally i found it very funny… especially bc of my next point.

this narrative around phil being some sort of unappreciated creative genius who was constantly being berated in this video by his callous friend and just sadly tolerated all of this abuse is not only annoying bc it infantilizes phil but also because it’s just … wrong? and overlooks two of my fav things about the video which were how supportive and ENCOURAGING dan was, even while he was trying to exaggerate his “holy shit phil how are you so bad” thing, and simultaneously, how assertive and opinionated and sassy (i hate that word but literally don’t know a better one to describe him in this vid) phil was the whole time. to the first point, i don’t think there was a single one of phil’s turns in which dan wasn’t passionately yelling saying something like ‘come on phil. you can do this’ and also giving him recommendations on how best he should draw the object to get the point. even when he was in the middle of screaming about how bad phil was, he seemed to occasionally rein it in with a compliment to balance it out. for instance, during phil’s lobster drawing, he did the whole ‘what the fuck even is that’ for a while and then immediately had to dilute it by saying something like, “okay but by the end i could totally tell they were claws.” or when phil very reasonably points out that he’s using his wrong hand which is why he’s struggling, dan immediately agrees and repeats it as if for emphasis: “they’re not using their wrong hand to be fair.” and he even calls himself out about this, with the usual “WHY AM I HELPING YOU???” i honestly read dan as wanting to go to his default mode of supporting phil and celebrating his lateral/creative thinking (reminiscent of when he did this in the impossible quiz) the whole time, but then also needing to keep the comedy going by acting so confounded by phil’s inability to draw simple objects. as mentioned however, phil does not respond in the typical amazingphil™ way to all of the taunting. whereas in 2014-15 era dapg bants, he tended to just remain docile while dan would make his ‘what the fuck are you on about’ comments regarding phil’s weird sexual innuendoes or whatever else, in this video phil was anything but docile. he was in fact quite consistent in giving his own opinionated statements/retorts. just an abbreviated list:

  • the bit where he names the robot bianca and dan immediately objects and phil basically goes, yes. i named it. deal with it. hoe.
  • when they’re looking at other people’s umbrella drawings and he goes “oh shut up. look at you with your perfect umbrellas” in the sneeriest voice known to humankind
  • when dan is making fun of him pretty intensely and phil actually adamantly defends himself and says, “put me under pressure, and i can’t do things.” doesn’t seem like someone who’s just submissively accepting dan’s mockery. he’s explaining why it was hard for him.
  • “look at arty jim down here” damn. arty jim got fuckin rekt  
  • “how is ‘lobster’ easy ???? ?  i mean what the hell,” again in the sneeriest voice i’ve heard
  • his absolute disgust that dan got elbow so easily, and the way he proceeds to shove dan and threatens to “elbow [him] in the face.” like damn. he fightin back
  • when he’s like ‘i don’t  even do anything with this hand’ and flops his left hand around i s2g he is trying to sneak in a cheeky sexual innuendo and slyly allude to wanking in the way that he does best and DAN DOESNT HEAR HIM THE FIRST TIME bc he’s talking and phil just stares at him while he flops his hand around and repeats “i don’t even use this hand it’s a dead weight” and dan absolutely doesn’t take the bait. oh my god. phil intentionally trying to annoy dan with innuendoes, and checking to see if he gets it,,,, that is the shit i live for
  • ‘all or nothing on the zebra’ cheeky laugh. damn.
  • the way he’s like ‘just shut up then’ to dan as he begins drawing the zebra. because he’s not taking dan’s shit
  • etc etc etc

and i firmly believe phil was HOLDING BACK in this!!!! !! ! and was still at least partially constrained by/aware of the camera and his usual role as the quieter, gentler foil to dan’s hysteria and melodramatics. so like. just imagine how much more assertive he is when the camera isn’t on. i don’t think any of y’all need to be worried in any way about phil’s ability to handle everything dan dishes out bc i think he’s happily returning it in full measure.

2. on a similar but somewhat unrelated note, phil spent a lot of time in this video sitting patiently while dan went on some truly remarkable monologues and i thought it was noteworthy, mostly in that phil just couldn’t stop looking at dan in apparent adoration even while he was being a dramatic child. i felt like the staring was much less guarded than phil tends to be—he’s usually so aware of the camera and consciously tries to maintain eye contact with the audience as much as possible, but there were just a few moments in this where i was surprised by how long he let himself just watch dan. 

during dan’s first ‘artsy vs. creative’ monologue:

during dan’s random ass screaming about a raccoon idek:

during dan’s second ‘artsy vs. creative’ monologue:

phil was p captivated. and these def are moments where he’s looking at dan for longer than usual, not just one-off instances of the most fleeting glances that i screenshotted for effect. i promise. 

3. there were some like,,, incredible exchanges during this vid that i specifically want to analyze.

first, the ‘dabble with a robot’ bit at the beginning when dan tries to get phil to admit that he’s making an innuendo and phil won’t do it. i loved this so much. i don’t even have anything much to say other than dan is trying to kill the innocent!phil trope so hard and it’s so funny to me. also. phil was def talking about robot sex. and right after he says dabble the first time, there’s this really obvious jump cut and the immediate frame following it is THIS:

and i just NEED TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF DIRTY ROBOT SEX COMMENT THEY CUT OUT. ugh.

second: ‘i think bianca has a crush on you and she’s mistreating me.’ let’s unpack this. because at first i was just like oh so some inanimate object with a vaguely female voice is showing a potential preference or softness for dan, and phil immediately thinks that she’s crushing on him. and that’s interesting in itself because it’s a surprising leap to make, tbh, and i would never expect phil to say it. but then the second bit, ‘and she’s mistreating me,’ stated as a completely natural follow-up thought. i initially didn’t even pay any mind to this bc like ok whatever he’s whining about not getting his point. but like. think about it for a second. in what context would someone who has a crush on dan mistreat phil other than jealousy or irritation due to the fact that phil is the reason dan is romantically unavailable? like honestly??? ? a platonic interpretation of that comment doesn’t even exist. ‘x has a crush on you and they’re mistreating me’ is literally only a thing someone would say to their significant other. tbh.

third, and my personal fav: the convo after phil ‘cheats’ or pushes dan’s arm while he’s drawing the spoon. just every bit of it. the way that dan leans in on his second repeat of ‘how would you do it then.’ the way that phil completely drops his on-camera voice when he says, ‘no we’re not doing best of three, we’re doing three rounds. it’s 4-2 right now.’ it’s the most natural voice ever, as though he immediately assumes this convo won’t be left in the video. and i imagine a lot of their behind the scenes negotiation as they film for dapg, regarding how things will be scored/structured, happens like this. as in, without some sort of CUT CUT PAUSE interjection to break the filming, but rather just a noticeable shift in tone to demonstrate to each other that they’re saying something that should be cut out in editing. to me, this is just completely reaffirmed by the amount of eye contact that immediately follows phil talking about the score. here’s an amazing gifset of it, which i need all of yall to click and look at, to really get what i’m saying here. and here’s my own screenshot bc y not:

it feels like phil definitely is trying to just have a conversation with dan to figure how they should proceed but dan is still performing a bit, and hamming up his exasperation for the camera when he says, ‘best of three, that would mean i win.’ phil then catches on, drops some of his softness and his natural voice, and immediately looks back to the camera. just. such a good, revealing little exchange. and as soon as the little natural moment is broken, phil immediately defaults back into the sassiness that he’s been demonstrating the whole video by saying, ‘i’m not! i’m just having so much fun,” in like. the world’s most sarcastic voice. then dan chiming in with the requisite fond “this guy” followed by “he’s so sneaky, can you imagine playing monopoly with him?” and that’s interesting too bc it’s dan ~breaking the fourth wall~ more explicitly and talking directly to us, and specifically to this section of his audience that has been voraciously demanding they play board games. he knows he’s being cute and domestic or whatever but at the same time it seems like he’s been genuinely a bit insecure about so overtly denying the audience something they’ve been asking for for so long, which is why he keeps bringing it up and trying to justify it in various ways–by explaining that it would be boring (as he said in his live show) or that it’d end badly (as he said on twitter and now in this video).

wow. just such a good and unexpectedly thought-provoking video. i loved it and genuinely laughed a lot even though the bants were so dramatic and overdone. they were having so much fun the whole time, in my opinion, and that, coupled with their continued lower boundaries regarding on-camera mannerisms, eye contact, touching, etc. seem to be the running themes of post-baking universe dapg. excited to see how these things develop over the course of the year! and also just so excited to see that they are actually carrying forward and sticking to their perceived re-commitment to the gaming channel that happened with gamingmas. they’re really making an effort to film in advance and post way more regularly than we’ve been used to, despite “life things” that are happening. they’re working hard to show us that they care deeply about this channel still and it’s just so uplifting to see that, and to be reminded with each video that they also have so much fun together, always :’)

(dan vs. phil: quick draw)

anonymous asked:

Are you going to do a continuation of the cheating scenarios you did? Like the aftermath of the mc leaving them?

a|n so i did a thing
y’all asked for this *stares at the astounding amount of ask requests i received from all of u asking a continuation pertaining a certain scenario
huhu *cries and stabs self because of pain
i think my hands slipped a bit for these ficlets lolololol who am i kidding

it’s for this
Cheating HC Scenario


Zen

He was very ideal, a definition of perfect on another context. Being with Zen exceeded every expectation you had in you, and if possible, even surpassing what you thought would be heaven beside him. But looking back, was it really heaven to begin with? Or was it just a temporary bliss inside the hell he just threw you in? Before even the process of flirting, his face already screamed karma. And meeting him was nothing more than perfumed regret. You basked in the fake bliss of his presence and his false claims of love and fidelity. He was a man of the crowd, an existence solely for the sake of others.
He was not for you.

That’s why it hurts. That’s why turning your back on him, refusing to hear any excuses he could have made, refusing to be hurt another hundred times, made you strong enough to leave. Even though every ounce in you screamed to go back, to take him back, no matter how many times he would be able to stab your heart.

“MC!” You heard him call, just a few feet behind you, voice desperate and tired. You froze on the spot, your bags tight against your hold and your heart beating erratically against your chest.
Why does he still have that effect on you?

“S-Stop right there, p-please.” You intervened, your voice quivering. You have every qualm in you for you to distance yourself and stop him from going anywhere near you. You can only feel utter disgust towards him.

“W-wait, babe! Please, listen to me-” He pleaded as you felt his overwhelming presence behind you, your body almost betraying you from the sensation.

“Listen? Do you hear yourself?” You boomed as you turned around to look at him, a strained sarcastic laughter filling your mouth. Tears were now pooling at the side of your eyes, blurring your vision in the process.
“How dare you ask me to listen to you! Really, Zen?”

A flash of hurt came across his ruby red orbs, his gaze softening and breaking apart. It pained you to watch him break down before you, begging and never wanting to let you go. Begging for you to listen, begging for you to consider, getting you think back when he was yours to call mine.

A lump formed in your throat when you watched how Zen’s tears started to fall one by one, his face depicting a look of depression and brokenness. His eyes were desperately searching yours as his face fell upon seeing that you looked so sure of leaving him then and there. You tried your best to hold it in, not wanting him to see the aftermath of his actions towards you. Of whether the reason of his temporary taste towards a different delectable dish was because he was lonely and because you were not there, or was it because he got tired of waiting for you. All the more reasons why you needed to let him go. Of why this childish game of house should end.

Knowing him, you still dared touch his very flame, knowing how small and ignorant of a moth you are. He was the sun an icarus like you desperately wanted to touch. He just wanted your attention, he sadly didn’t want your heart. He, of course, just wanted to make sure he had full grasp on you, making sure you’re not getting over him no matter what. He hates the thought of you getting with someone new, he had been implying that. He’s that selfish.

You should have seen it coming.
You should have known from the start.
Nothing lasts forever.
Not even your love for him, no matter how much you knew you do.

“Babe,” He pleaded, his voice hitching higher octaves. He opened his mouth once more but only a choked sob escaped his lips. “B-Babe, p-please,”

You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall by giving him a blank look. Reminding him of his mistake, of the weight of his actions and above all, reminding him of what he just lost.

“Goodbye.” You said, ice lacing your tone. No matter how cold you tried to be, you’re just a girl who was breaking apart inside. And you continued to do so and you were so sure nothing will be left of you after this.
“I hope to never to see you again.”

“No! No, please, babe. Don’t leave me. C-come home with me, let’s talk this out. P-please. Listen to me, MC. D-don’t go!”
He cried out as he grabbed to pull you to him and hugged you tight, his hands unsure of where to exactly hold you. His touch was needy, wanting, begging, desperate … and it took everything for you not to return the gesture. You have accidentally removed your grasp from your bags as they both fell on the cemented path with a soft thud.

You sharply inhaled his musk, getting intoxicated with his familiar scent that you love. And no matter how hard you reminded yourself that he was someone you hold affections with, the scene you saw back in the house kept replaying inside your head like a nightmare on repeat. It burned itself there, not wanting you to ever forget it. Leaving a scar that might take years to heal.

His sobs have now become anguished cries as you desperately tried to push him away from you. And after successfully doing so by giving him a hard shove, he just stumbled and continuously fell towards the ground, not even bothering to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. His desperate voice crushed your heart more and more.
“Babe … P-please. Don’t go. Don’t leave me. D-don’t go looking for someone else. Let me explain … I beg you.”

Upon collecting yourself, no matter how your heart screamed to run to him, console him, wipe those tears for him, you steeled yourself from such thoughts. You watched at how he pathetically cried and burned himself out as if telling you that you should be sorry for him, that you should not be the one hurting right now, that you are the bad guy for leaving him like this.

“You’re not going to come home with me anymore?” He asked in between his tears, or more so, he tried to convince himself more than you.

And your silence was his needed confirmation.


Jaehee

Even if you knew you had nothing to go back to, you just wished to see her one last time. Despite the pain you felt when you saw her with someone else earlier this day, you braved yourself to come and face her like this just to be able to end things formally with her. She was not aware that you’re to be back a bit earlier than the said date and you decided to confront her inside the place you once considered home. Roaming your eyes on the empty living quarters, floods of memories you made with her swamped your mind, making it harder for you than it already is.

You pulled a chair from the dining table and sat there, fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose. You heaved a sigh as you patiently waited for her to be back, the sound of the ticking clock your only companion amidst this growing dark.

You heard the front door click and now a few strings of soft laughter livened the place. You shifted your gaze and watched how the man from earlier planted peppery kisses all over Jaehee’s features. You watched at how she softly giggled at the gesture, something she does whenever you’re kissing her cheeks. Something you thought you’d be the only one to see.

You heard her ask the man to come in first and if he wanted to something to eat as she unconsciously flicked the switches of the lights open. Her eyes landed on your figure sitting by the dining table, a small gasp audibly got released from her throat. You watched at how the surprise on her face changed to guilt and regret.

“MC?” She queried, unsure of how to take the situation before her. Your gaze flicked from the man’s hold on her waist and their extremely too close for comfort proximity. You saw how she gently bit her lower lip, her gaze traveling everywhere but you.

“Hi.” You said, trying to make your voice sound casual. You flashed a smile towards the man beside her and the bastard returned the gesture.

“U-uh, may I ask what could you be doing here?”
Jaehee asked once more, the shaking of her voice barely hidden.
“I, uhm, thought you’re still at the convention …”
You saw how the man with her threw a look of confusion at her direction, as if asking who you were and what you were doing in the dark before they arrived.

“I came to say good bye.”
You said quietly as you slowly stood up and moved to pick your bags on your side. You flicked your gaze down, trying to calm the hurt and betrayal you felt swelling up your chest. You tightly shut your eyes, hoping that the tears won’t fall this time. You’ve already spent the entire afternoon crying and asking why and now, seeing them together, you exactly immediately knew what could be the only wrong thing between the two of you.

You lifted your gaze up and flashed her a smile, unaware of the tears that already fell from your eyes. Since when did they start falling? You were not sure. They just fell. Just like how your dreams and hopes did and without warning.

“I-I’m very sorry for not telling you …”
She whispered as she moved to touch you, her skin grazing against yours.
“I-I’m sorry … I-I didn’t know how to tell you …”

Even just the tiny touch of her fingers made you flinch. You shrugged her off as you wiped your tears, screaming at yourself internally for breaking down in front of her. You released a strangled laughter whilst shaking your head, telling her to stop whatever she thinks she’s doing.
She must have only felt guilt, nothing more.

“I know. I understand.”
You said as you bit your lip, trying to suppress another fit of small sobs.
“And I don’t want this love to feel like a battlefield for you.”

You started to walk away from her and your heart broke more when Jaehee didn’t even move to stop you from doing so. With one last glance thrown at her direction, you bid your bittersweet goodbye,
“I hope you’re happy.”

Now, your hopes and dreams dissipating into thin air.


Jumin

It hurts. The pain was too much.
It feels as if knives were repeatedly stabbed on your heart.

Nobody warned you about this inevitable pain you might encounter with this thing they called love. Nobody briefed you about the possible circumstances and various scenarios you might come across with as you’re busy loving somebody who’s busy breaking your heart. It was not fair, you thought, of how can you give your all to someone who is ready to tear you apart. It was even more unfair to be the only one leaving while crying your heart out.

The moment you left while accidentally banging the large, intricate double doors that successfully caught the attention of the other employees, you heard him calling after you almost immediately. It was not your intention to raise attention towards you. You did your best to immediately leave, trying your best of seeing up until where your feet can take you. A few more sharp turns and you finally found yourself standing in front of the two large elevators of the building. But luck was nowhere near you due to the fact that the elevator just passed your floor and continued descending down.

When you heard the click of his shoes on the tiled floors, you immediately turned towards the fire exit and concealed yourself there. You were several floors up, wearing high heels and a coat. All of it contributing to the very uncomfortable feeling building up your system. Against the darkness of the panic stairs, you gently let out the rake of sobs that you held in the moment you witnessed his extremely treacherous act.

Who was she? Was what you thought first. She was not familiar. You have not seen her around your man before. Was she new? Where did he meet her? Questions bombarded your mind as you descended down the stairs, the only sound echoing was the click of your heels against the uneven cemented floors. Each step you take, the further blur your eyes have become. Your tears were now an uncontrolled mass raiding your eyes and falling down to your cheeks like a massive outbreak.

You weren’t exactly watching and was not paying any attention to your way because the moment you took another step down, the heel on one of your shoes snapped, causing you to lose your balance and fall down with your back hitting the concrete first. You inhaled a sharp breath as you winced in pain from the extremely painful contact your body had with the hard floor.
Now, you weren’t so sure what was more painful: falling down the stairs or watching your lover cheat on you.

You laid there for a moment, blankly staring at the never ending spiral of the staircase as it ascended up. You were not sure what floor you were in now and you’re positive you broke a bone or two. You tried to move the ankle that you tripped and winced once more when you felt it sting when you moved. You shifted so you can see your lower body, your upper body getting numb by the minute. You saw that your stocking was ripped and blood started gushing out of a freshly opened wound.

“Oh god …” You exhaled when you felt something warm started falling down your face once more. “Stupid! This is so stupid of me.”

From the silent wash of your tears, your whimpers grew more into an audible cry. You couldn’t even move your body due to severe pain. It was a good thing you did not break your head from the fall or else you could’ve have died then and there. You just realized that you almost died and that no one came to save you. That thought just made your tears fall more and more.

Then, you heard a loud creak of a door a floor up from where you fell. Loud footsteps came rushing down and a silhouette of a man came into view. You were not so sure but judging from his smell, you immediately knew who it was. You panicked and tried your best to stand up but your body was not responding to your wishes. Instead, it screamed hurt and fracture everywhere.

“Damn.” You heard a low growl of curses as you felt his presence by your side. He was wearing that goddamn tuxedo set you personally chose for him and the very clothing he wore when he almost kissed another woman tonight. Just from the thought made you cry harder, using your injured body as an excuse for the massive pain that attacked your chest.

Sshh, stop crying. I’m here now, love. I’ll help you.” Jumin gently cooed as he wrapped his strong arms around your body. You wanted to protest but you weren’t so sure about doing so due to your injured state. Instead, you flailed your arms, trying to shake his hold off of you.

“Leave!” You roared but a strained voice came out instead. And from that strained voice came a pleading tone.
“Please … Leave. Leave me alone … I beg you, Jumin. I don’t need you!

You felt your hand accidentally slap his face that caused him to immediately stop his actions. You blearily watched how his jaw tightened while he closed his eyes, his face facing the opposite direction. You heard him swallow hard as if he was trying to regain his composure back and understand your outburst.

How dare he!, you thought.

“Ah. I should have seen that one coming.” He said, his voice low and steady. Then, he brought his gaze back to you and you saw the amount of guilt that flashed through his slate grey hues. You saw much he regretted whatever you saw the moment you came in.
“I’m very sorry you had to … witness that. She’s a client, a very important one.”

You scoffed at the casual tone he gave you. Very far from the look he just gave. Almost too unemotional and uncaring, as if the emotions you saw flick through his eyes were nothing but a front and a lie.

“Is this how you deal with your business partners? Flirt them in, trap them and close the deal in between their legs?” You began, incredulously putting words on his mouth. You bit your lower lip when you heard him release a frustrated sigh. You felt him stand up as he carefully supported your weight on his arms.

Watching him under the low red light of the emergency sign plastered on the walls and the darkness that succumbed you both heightened his features. One look at his face and he’ll obviously become your next mistake. Just by being under his presence always leaves you breathless, intoxicated and drunk in love. But the calm anger you’ve hidden deep inside your heart finally started to resurface as you released a low growl of rage.

He temporarily flicked his gaze at you as he slowly ascended the stairs, seemingly taking you back the way he came in.

“It is true, what they said about you … About how you behave with your clients. I-I never believed any of those …” You began, your voice eerily calm. Even you were very afraid of your own self slowly bursting from uncontrolled fury. Your accusations came out straight like bullets fired from a gun. “You only want love if it’s torture. You have no mercy. You didn’t even consider the fact that you have me.”

He remained silent, not even a word of curtsy as a reply was made. He stopped just in front of a metal door. You noticed, though his face was blank, he had a very troubled and vulnerable look on his eyes. Then, he hovered his gaze on your face as he licked his lower lip.

“Indeed, I am. You have come to love a monster.” You heard him reply, his expression now dark and unreadable. “I am the nightmare you must have mistakenly thought to be a daydream.”
As if he was trying to conceal something from you, trying to hide a dark truth deep within, those words left an impression on you. He voiced out the doubts that enveloped your thoughts.
He was slowly showing something you knew that is a part of him you couldn’t touch.

Despite you being together with him, there are aspects of his life you haven’t even seen a glimpsed of. Despite working with him, there are rumors and words going on and about of how he manages the business, how he successfully closes deals. Despite every high and low you experienced with him, all the sweet memories you had with him, all the waking moments you could ever remember with his side, all the countless breakfast you spent with him, the Jumin in front of you was not a part of them. The Jumin right now was far from the man you have come accustomed to. This was different.
He was deeper, darker, scarier and more complex.
He felt different.

And you couldn’t help but ask yourself: Is the high worth the pain?


Yoosung

“MC?! Wait, I-I can-” You heard his voice say as he scrambled up and hurriedly blocked your way just in case you did something rash towards the other girl in this room. He knew you too well.

“Shut up.” You cut him off with gritted teeth. Your eyes darted back and forth at the scared looking girl on your sofa and towards your boyfriend who looked like he would cry any moment. Then a bittersweet smile graced your features as you held up the Anniversary Gift you worked so hard to get for him.

You saw how his eyes widened upon the recognizing what you were holding. Yoosung’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the very thing you knew he wanted ever since.

“See this?” You said, a smirk now evident on your face. You saw how he desperately tried to stop whatever you were planning to do by looking at you. You both had practiced talking with your eyes and if you weren’t too consumed by anger right now upon the betrayal he did to you, you would still find the connection between you and him to be very endearing.
Now, it’s just plain stupid.

“MC … Please, calm down. S-she’s not my mistress- I-I’m not cheating on you! I-I, this, uhm-” Your hands worked on the murder, your ears tingling in anger upon hearing his poorly made excuse. What did he want you to do? Believe a blatant lie when there is a concrete evidence in front of you? He looked so desperate, his amethyst orbs begging you to at least listen to what he was about to say.
“Please, honey, listen to me … I-I only meant well! I-I know this situation isn’t as clever as it looks b-but I-”

A humorless laughter escaped your mouth as you shook your head. You knew he was not that good at lying, that’s the only trait that is bad about him. That’s why, no matter what came out of his mouth, you were not able to believe him. You slowly and harshly ripped the item at your hand, crushing his dreams in front of him. And with the nastiest smile you could ever muster, you said with controlled anger,
“Happy Anniversary. Enjoy it with her.”

You marched out of his house and slammed the door hard enough for it to break. You collectively wiped your tears as you walked aimlessly down the road, realizing you had nowhere to go. The night was growing deeper and the streets were growing quiet by the second. The weather had just taken a turn for the worst as well. You just didn’t know what to do anymore, walking outside the streets under the rain, wanting to never be found.

The raindrops and your tears mixed once you tilted your head up to stare at the positively dark sky which didn’t have any signs of stopping the current downpour. You can hear faint screeches of car tires as they sped up to wherever they might be headed. Who cares now, anyway? The roof caved in and the truth came out and now you’re stuck in the middle, not knowing what would be your next steps.

You are positively hurt, for sure, for the scene you caught kept replaying itself inside your head. He was with another woman, someone else got to sit and cuddle with him on your favorite spot, he was laughing with someone else, enjoying the things you do together. The things that only you two were supposed to do. The thought of him enjoying himself and the one he’s with kept stabbing you in the back, the agony piercing your chest like the world’s finest blade intended for a kill.

“Yoosung …” You murmured his name as a fresh batch of wet tears flooded once more, the liquid mixing with the raindrops falling on your face.
“How can you do this …”

The thought itself made you sick in the stomach, about how easily he had played you within his grasp. You were looking forward so much with your anniversary, too. But it seems it was only you who cared for this relationship after all. Where did his promises go? Where did his words run off to? He said he’d do anything for you, asking you for a chance to show you how much of a man he is by taking care of your heart and that all he asks is one chance to show it. That, for everything he does, he only meant well for you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a figure running towards you, an umbrella on his hand. From the heavy downpour and noisy raindrops, you can faintly hear his voice calling out for you, worry lacing his tone. For a moment, you felt your heart skipped a beat as it pounded hard with new found hope and happiness. He came after you! But the bitter, hurt bitch in you was quick to cut that happiness short.

Your pace quickened when you felt like the distance between the two of you grew shorter, smaller and gradually turning into just several feet apart. You didn’t care where you’re going so long as you’d be away from him.
Not now, not yet, you thought. You panicked, trying to find an escape from him in that relatively close proximity. You didn’t see where you were going; you were much more busy trying to evade him.

“MC! Wait! Wait for me!” You can almost hear him clearly now, the reverberating sound of his footsteps from hard concrete to puddled waters echoed the empty streets, signalling his upcoming presence. You were quick to move as you ran on the opposite direction of where he was coming from, not a care given to where your feet might take you.

Not a care to the world nor even to your own welfare.
And not a care given even when the moment came that a truck was fast approaching towards you, its headlights flashing a warning, its tires screeching as it was unable to halt in time.
It’s going to hit you.

Your ears rang and the world around you seemed to stop that very moment until you felt someone shove you out of the way. Your eyes were wide open, as if it was a camera lens that intended to record everything that happened. You felt your body crashing down the hard asphalt. You watched at how the umbrella he was holding flew to the distance, his body coming in contact with truck’s hood. You watched at how far he rolled off, his body rolling like a bowling ball due to the impact. You watched at how he came crashing down the street to a pile of empty trash cans by a broken lamp post.

You stared in horror as everything unfolded before you in slow motion.
You watched at how Yoosung caught the blow for you, at how his body flew a few meters away like a rag doll. You were frozen in shock even when the truck driver hurriedly came to ask for your well-being, his words barely even audible to your ears. Your eyes darted from his favorite umbrella that he brought and to his limp body down the street.

“Let’s get you guys treated!” The driver worriedly and hurriedly said as he now ran towards the body of a certain blond on the pile of trash. Your mouth went agape, your body unable to produce a single movement.
And slowly … you started to stand up … your mind directing you to move like you were in a trance.

Yoosung … Yoosung … Yoosung …
You kept on chanting his name until you were able to reach him, the driver of the truck trying to give him first aid. You watched at how he inspected him for other wounds. You stared at his arm that looked like it was badly twisted from the hit. You stared at how blood came rushing down his head and how his favorite LOLOL shirt got ripped on several parts, wounds and bruises now becoming evident against his pale skin.

You fell to your knees, now unable to withhold your scream. You screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Feeling the world caving in on you.
You screamed and screamed until there was nothing left in you but agony and torture.

You thought about his promises. And how he only want to mean well. About how he wanted to show how much of a man he was for you.
Was this it? Was this how he intended to show you how much of a man he was?
No, this wasn’t. This was your own fault. 


Saeyoung

You only intended to stay just for a little while, really. You didn’t want to be seen by him the moment he comes home. After all, he thinks you’re still not back from whatever hell hole you disappeared into. You only told him you’d be back on the day of his birth and it isn’t until tomorrow. You stared blankly at the robot dog he programmed, its robotic voice yapping at you. You watched at how it wagged its metallic tail, seemingly asking you to play with it. With your bags by your side, you smiled sadly as you ran a hand through the dog’s metallic head.

“He needs to work on your fur lining more, lil’ bud.” You said as the dog happily leaned in to your touch. You clearly remembered the day when Saeyoung started this dog project of his and now only a few accents remained for it to be completed. You knew you wouldn’t be here anymore to see it fully complete.

You were sitting on the sofa as you heaved a sigh. The scenario you saw back there playing inside your mind on repeat, like a stupid, repetitive video. You remembered how that woman touched your Saeyoung and how he responded to it. How he kissed her the way he kissed you and how utterly disgusted you feel whenever you remember the feeling of the very same lips he used on her on your very own.

You’ve been crying since you got home and your eyes are already complaining from the astounding amount of tears you can produce. You couldn’t find anything wrong with the two of you, for him to commit such act. You tried to rake your head for any possible faults or even situations for him to act that way but you couldn’t remember. If there was something wrong, he had always been good at hiding it. He was always good with hiding.

You heard the click of the front door and you immediately panicked. Your eyes then darted at your wrist watch and found that you’ve been lost in thought for nearly two hours. No wonder he’s finally home.
But before you could even do anything such as conceal yourself from him, the lights finally opened and he was already standing in front of you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Sweetie?! Ohh! It’s really you!” He called out, his voice raising with excitement and happiness. He immediately ran towards you, even forgetting to remove his shoes on the door step. You felt his warm embrace around your frame as he lifted you up and twirled you around. In any other day, the gesture would be extremely cute. But right now, you didn’t really feel anything else but restrained anger.

Anger for him. And anger for yourself.

The moment he put you down, his grin was from ear to ear. Your eyes traveled to watch his features and they showed no sign of remorse or guilt upon the betrayal you witness him do just a few hours ago. Saeyoung was not the insensitive type when it comes to feeling around and when you didn’t respond to him like the way you used to, it didn’t take him math to put things together. You saw how his expression changed from happiness to an unreadable brood.

Then he looked away from you, his golden honey hues turning gloom. For a moment you saw pain and hesitation in them. But it was quick to go. Upon biting his lower lip, he distanced himself and asked the question you didn’t expect him to admit.
“You saw that, didn’t you?”

If only there were more possible ways to break a heart then that’s what would be happening to you this instant. You weren’t able to deny it. You weren’t able to come up with any lie regarding your current actions. And instead, you slowly succumbed to painful admission.

“Yeah … I did.” Your voice found itself out with a small, unsteady tone. You bit your lower lip in order to stop any incoming sobs when you finally felt your eyes sting from getting wet once more.

You heard him sigh as he walked over towards the kitchen. You heard few shuffling here and there, the sound of something opening and closing until he came back in front of you. You watched at how he handed you a bottled water and offered his handkerchief as well. You scrunched your face at the gesture, puzzlement and question invading your system.
Was he playing with you?

“Wipe your tears then leave.” He declared, his voice void of anything else but cold command. You tilted your head up to see how his face was now void of any emotions. How he felt far from the Saeyoung you knew. Though at least you knew him well enough that he might just be restricting himself from something.
The coldness in him bites hard.

“C-Can I at least know why … you did it?” You asked, trying your best to not let the whimper in your tone be that obvious. One by one, tears started falling again from your eyes as you desperately wiped them with your bare fingers. You didn’t accept the things he gave you. He was always like this - giving mixed signals. His actions were always the opposite of what he’s saying. Just like how he told you he likes you before but forbid you to get close to him.

“I don’t know why you even stuck with me up to this date.” He began, his voice eerily calm and quiet. He raked a cool look over you, his expression bored and angry. “Didn’t I tell you before? I don’t want you clinging to me. I don’t want your presence near me. I don’t need your love. I don’t your sympathy. I don’t need your feelings. You shouldn’t have come close to me.”

“W-what are you even saying? We’ve been together for a while now! W-why are you bringing this up again? And now, all of a sudden?” Your voice rattled as you took a step closer, trying to square up his gaze. The look on his face didn’t change. Instead, it worsened.
Until you no longer can see the traces of the Saeyoung you knew.

“This is me telling you to get lost, MC.” He said, a chilly grin forming on his lips. Even his voice sounded foreign due to the intensity of its frigid tone. “You’re free to go. I’m now cutting whatever reasons you have for staying with me.”

Your system couldn’t help it anymore as you raked a sob in front of him. You didn’t care if he viewed you now as a weak individual. The pain of witnessing him cheat on you, him admitting to committing the deed and his harsh words while pushing you away were the catalysts of it all. You never thought your broken heart could get any more broken than it already is.
But here you are. Unable to pick up the shards he broke.

Without any further words said, you cried your heart out as you dazedly picked up your bags from where you left it. The mechanical dogbot was now licking your shoes, as if it can actually sympathize with you. You never glanced back at him again upon making your way out of his home.
And out of his life.
And what broke any hope you had in you was the fact that he truly has no intention to come running after you. To take you back. To tell you it was just a badly orchestrated prank. He will not go after you anymore.
Not ever and certainly not in this lifetime.

But his last words didn’t escape your hearing before you fully left, before you fully shut the door behind you and before you finally close everything that was connecting him to you.
The words that stirred up confusion inside your heart.

“That’s right, walk away. Save yourself from this heart ache. Go now before it’s too late, sweetie. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be with me. You should never be.”

And the very words that raced a question inside your mind.
Why won’t he let you in?
Why would he let you walk away?

The Roommate Swap - Lip Gallagher Imagine

Originally posted by lip-gallaghers-bae

Word Count: 3125

Warnings: Swearing, strong sexual content

Note: Pretty much this is just really long and really sexual


The sound of yet another muffled giggle pulled you away from the notes you were studying for what felt like the thousandth time. The bed behind you creaked louder than before this time. A long sigh escaped your lips. Yet again, your roommate had brought her boyfriend back to the room when you really needed to get some studying done. You had forced yourself to ignore it in the past, but you were being pushed over the edge this time. 

“Fuck, I really need to get some studying done,” you called out, putting your face in your hands. If you had it your way, you would’ve been at the library. Unfortunately, it was well after midnight and your desired location was closed for the night. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,” your roommate responded, followed by another fit of giggles. 

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t even realize,” her boyfriend apologized, the bed squeaking as he sat up. “Not to sound rude or anything, but could you maybe go to the library for a bit or something?”

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It’s a Latin@ Thing

Nursey Week Day 2

Prompt: Simplicity

Also on AO3 (with translations)

Nursey had a long day. He had four classes back to back on Tuesdays and Thursdays this semester. He was ready to bail on his plans to paint and write at her studio (he’d taken to being her canvas when Shitty was busy with law school). He storms through the Haus, chucking his bag next to the staircase as he grabbed some custard pie from the fridge.  

He cut himself a slice as he hears chattering coming down the stairs.

“Mira, puto,” he hears Whiskey protest.

He hears someone, presumably Tango, snort. “No, lo único que quiero mirar es su chiquito culo corriendo hasta Murder Stop N Shop por mis refrescos.“

"En sus sueños, mi rey,” Whiskey chirps.

Nursey chuckles at their back and forth, garnering the attention of the tadpoles as they pass the kitchen. They stare at Derek quizzically.

Whiskey turns to Tango, “I knew it. I fucking knew he heard us on the bus last week.”

Tango shrugs, “¿quieres un desfile?”

“You see what I put up with?” Whiskey addresses Derek. “Pinche cabrón,” he mutters.

Nursey smirks, nodding sympathetically.

“¿Oye, es Puertorriqueño o Dominicano o Cubano o que?” Tango inquires.

“Cuban,” he admits awkwardly, “or my mom is.”

“¿Puedes hablar español?”

Nursey blushes, “well yea, but my accent’s shit.”

Whiskey and Tango give each other a look, quickly ushering Nursey into the living room.  They gently push him down onto the couch, flipping the TV on.

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Imagine...Proving To Chuck That You Can Get The Archangels To Behave

Characters: Y/n, Chuck, Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel

Pairing: Chuck x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, sorta angry reader but nothing serious, bratty ass Archangels, fluff, more fluff and then kinda hinted at smut at the end…

Word count: 875

Summary: Of course, Chuck thinks you won’t be able to discipline his powerful, archangel sons. But you’re determined to prove him wrong. 

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon- Oh my God, I love all your one shots, they’re amazing! Could you please write male reader smut or fluff with Jensen, Benny or Chuck? That would be great!. Ok, so I made it gender neutral, and I went with Chuck and fluff. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

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“CHUCK! I SWEAR, IF YOU DON’T GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, I’LL MURDER YOUR GODLY ASS MYSELF!”

You threw the pan down, a hole burnt through it as you glanced around your house.

Everything was a mess.

The couch was ripped up, the walls were scorched and there were holes in the floor.

Actual, huge holes, that seemed to be never-ending.

Then there were those four morons, all sat on the floor, looking down like a bunch of five year olds.

“You gonna tell me what the hell happened?”

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Etude House Bubble Tea Sleeping Pack in Green Tea

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RETAIL PRICE: 13+ USD / 1 type

FROM THE OFFICIAL SITE:   The bubble tea sleeping pack makes skin moisturized and elastic during the night with its compound of black tea gel and moisture capsule bubbles.

Green Tea- Clean and Clear Skin (Sebum control, pores)

MY SKIN TYPE: NORMAL/OILY

RECOMMENDED USE:

1. Using the spatula, dispense gel and 1-2 bubbles onto the palm.

2. Gently rupture the bubbles with the spatula onto the palm and rub with the fingers to mix the bubbles and pack.

3. Evenly apply on skin in a massaging motion to promote absorption into skin.

4. Leave it on overnight, and then wash off with lukewarm water the next morning.

Tips! Use only gel depending on the condition of skin. For better moisturizing effect, mix the gel with 1-2 bubbles

From me: A little goes a long way, so I would defiantly stick to ONE bubble each time you apply. One bubble is more than enough for your entire face, and honestly with how easily the gel spreads if you used anymore than that you’d run out too quick and be left with just a ton of gel.

First Impressions: The packaging is A LOT smaller than I thought it was going to be? It’s adorable af, but it kind of looses it’s bubble-tea cup shape because the bottle is weirdly long shaped… would have been nicer if it was a bit wider than long… but hey, I’m not a designer here. Otherwise it’s cute as hell and it looks nice sitting wherever you store it. You’ll feel good using it because the color of the product is pretty as well. It has a better than average smell but it’s very very faint/non-existent unless you put your nose to it.

It’s also important to note that it is a screw on/off lid and does come with a white plastic… thing… with a tab in between the product and the big lid.

Overall thoughts:  This pack ISN’T STICKY, ISN’T GREASY, AND ACTUALLY DRY making it a breeze to sleep with them on unlike others. Just be careful not to rub the product into your eyes because I did my mistake (it dried on my face, forgot I had it on, touched my face and then rubbed my eye) and my eye itched for the next 30 minutes.

I’m going to officially say this product has no smell, but if you stick your nose to it it has that that smell of a high quality cream? It’s hard to explain and while 13 USD might be pricey for me for a thing Etude House is definitely a Korean DRUG STORE Brand so that’s nice?

It doesn’t REALLY do as it claims (sebum control, pore cleansing, etc) but instead it does pretty much EVERYTHING a little bit better than average? So in other words, it says it’s a sebum controlling/pore bettering sleeping pack. Is it an AMAZING sebum control pack? No! But does it control my sebum good enough for a 13 USD product, while BRIGHTENING my face, while PLUMPING my face, while giving my face a super GLOW after I wash it off, while minimizing discoloration/dark spots/blackheads? YES. And you can SEE results from all 5-6 things I listed that it does do AT THE SAME TIME. And honestly I love it so much more than if it left my face dry and sebum-controlled while looking blotchy as hell and I’m telling you, you do/would as well (:p!!) 

tldr: it’s a sleeping pack that claims that it’s a sebum control/pore fixing type but in reality does that + brightens, + plumps, +adds glow, +minimizes dark spots/black heads/etc

Con: unlike the strawberry type, NO BURNING, ITCHING, OR IRRITATION FROM THIS TYPE!! :))))!!

Overall rating: 10/10

Would buy again: I Yes, but it’s so dang expensive!! I’m also not sure how long it keeps and I do like to try out new things so maybe? It’s not a staple in my collection of beauty products but it sure as hell WORKS (also I’m a cheap b!tch so).

Where to buy:

  • etudehouse.com
  • memebox.com
  • amazon
  • ebay
❝ It’s over. ❞

Plot: Jimin cheats on you, because he’s too drunk, and you broke up with him. 

Pairing: JiminxReader 

Words count: 1,9k+

Genre: Angst

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

The happy barking of your dog was the best welcome after a long and tiring day of study and work. You laid the purse and the keys on the cupboard near the entrance and you were ready to head to the bathroom to relax a little when strange noises from your bedroom made you block completely.  

Immediately your heart began to beat at an abnormal rate because they were little misunderstanding sounds and immediately understood what was going on in that room.  

Your hands began to tremble and in small steps you began to walk towards your room, finally reaching the door. Yet you couldn’t open it, you were scared to death to see what, or rather who, was in it. But your hopes were destroyed shortly after because the female voice screamed that name, the name you hoped to never hear, and with your hopes, even your heart broke completely. 

Your brain allowed you not to hurt yourself and trying to remain silent you turned and left the house looking for a possible refuge to spend those hours.  

You never thought that Jimin could cheat you. After a year of relationship by now you thought you were perfect together, he was so considerate to you and he always tried to show you how much he loved you. You had so hard to trust him, because of your past experiences, that that seemed like a joke to you because it felt impossible that he really did.  

Walking through the streets of Seoul you didn’t cry, because there were too many people who could see you, stopping in a kiosk and starting to drink in solitary. You never liked alcohol, but at that moment you just wanted to anesthetize a little the pain your felt into your heart.  

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