not like i was already going to explode

So... Solas and Zathrian

I’m replaying Origins because it’s been a while, and I got to the part with the Dalish, and I’ve been noticing the similarities between Solas and Zathrian. Yes, they are both bald elven mages who lived a long time. But no, go deeper than that.

Zathrian talks about the pain he carries, how he’s lived for so long that pain has become ingrained in him, and he’s not certain he’s even capable of letting it go anymore.

And there’s a conversation between Solas and Cole to similar effect:

  • Cole: You are quiet, Solas. I don’t hear your hurt as much. Your song is softer, subtler, not silent but still.
  • Solas: How small the pain of one man seems when weighed against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence.

And that’s just really interesting to me, personally. And then I’m watching the cutscene between Zathrian and The Lady and I notice something else.

You know that scene in Inquisition where Solas leads you to Skyhold and he always has the same staff no matter what you have him equipped with?

And I’ve always thought that was strange. Why would the devs to that? Like, “We need him to have this staff in this scene. No, we’re not going to tell you why. Just do it.”

GUYS! IT’S ZATHRIANS FUCKING STAFF!

I love how dramatic the boss monsters in rf4 are when you defeat them like they flop over and explode for 10 minutes while you’re just standing there waiting. Like could you hurry up and die already I have to go participate in the turnip festival

dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary

hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet

“you da bomb of our lives”

they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun

‘philly’

phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed

supportive boyf dan has his back

dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner

they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too

“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time

“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”

“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun

“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan

the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand

“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”

how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode

they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope

“this is going to be a mistake”

“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again

phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)

also lowkey hand porn

look at his hands

the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm

sassy hand clicks from danny

“beginnu”

five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it

“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they

during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures

“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here

i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it

“that’s you selecting the module you dork”

“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here

“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay

they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments

“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you

getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes

opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to

“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”

“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently

i’m hyped for side profile phil

dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going

phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken

i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked

“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????

phil looks so focused i’m entranced

“ayeeeeeeee”

“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”

stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it

dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time

“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role

they did two attempts and won them both wow

they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact

phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan

like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring

oh and more glances

i get it you’re in love

“kept calm under presh”

more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling

“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”

*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*

“ALL OR NOTHING”

*resumes staring*

seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary

p h i l i get it you’re in love

oh now dan’s at it

dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved

“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”

they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on

side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you

i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t

they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing

yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures

“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide

dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging

“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break

phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone

“we did it? oh christ”

stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he

phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too

dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you

aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one

rip headphone users it was nice knowing you

stressy dan has never been more present

phil is surprisingly calm(er)

“dan come on” all of us all the time

oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room

they managed with three seconds to spare

phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan

dramatic as ever my little actor that never was

phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore

“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously

the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he

“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*

“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you

“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon

dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again

“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon

“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity

they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS

again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t

let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you

“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”

“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”

“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes

danisnotexploding

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.12

A/N: Okay, I already know this sucks so I’m terribly sorry, but my friend said it doesn’t sooo… I don’t have much to say this time, so yall know to get this to 100 notes and send in some feedback for the next part. Again, I’m sorry for this shitty chapter, but I hope y'all enjoy💕

**WARNING**: Draaammaaa


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen


The sound of Calum’s phone ringing reverberated around the white walls of the hotel room. He ignored it at first, but soon remembered that he wasn’t the only one in the room the second he felt your warm breath against his neck. He reached to grab his phone from the bedside table and answered without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” He sighed out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey, Calum, how’s it going?”

“Besides the fact it’s nearly four in the morning, I’ve been doing well.”

“It’s almost one in the afternoon, mate.”

“I’m in London.” Calum groaned.“Did you need anything, David?”

“Well, we have some issues we need to discuss concerning this new "gold digger” of yours. Care to fill me in?“

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Yoongi Scenario: Dead Leaves.

Request: Yoongi is wrecked when you say you will leave him because he isn’t taking your relationship seriously and you found out you’re pregnant + Y/N wants to give up the relationship because she isn’t sure of it anymore so Yoongi does his best to salvage your relation.

Genre: Angst / Romance.


It was another night of you waiting, you had told yourself a while ago that you should just stop doing it, why waste your time in something that was futile? Because you had hope? Because of love?

You were beginning to think it was just your stupid whimsical thinking that things could get better, that when he saw you waiting like this he wouldn’t do it anymore, you were giving Yoongi all the signs of your fight, you have talked about it with him too many times by now and you were tired. Of waiting, of being the one who had to call on him for the lack of attention. 

You waited in your room, watching your phone seeing he hadn’t answered the last text you had sent, you wouldn’t be calling him anymore. Why would you? To fall on the voice mail again and increase your anger? It was again futile.
You thought about your boyfriend, how you had moved together recently so you thought things could get better, but now it seemed having you here was more of an excuse to stay out because he knew you would be home when he got back.
You had a lot to read for work but so late at night with the thought of Yoongi on your mind you couldn’t really concentrate, so you laid in bed waiting to fall asleep, wishing you could do so, but all you could think was that he wasn’t there with you.

First you heard the door which made you lift your head and breathe deeply, finally he was home, then you heard things falling, following by the strident noise of something hitting the floor, it sounded like a glass.

Alarmed you went out of your room to go check out what was happening, your eyes focused on Yoongi, he was holding the wall to keep himself from falling as he looked at the floor with a tired expression.

-Yoongi- you breathed watching everything, his drunken state was evident, he had dropped a glass and its broken pieces were scattered around the floor, your eyes went back to him and you felt your self getting even angrier -Min Yoongi-

This time he looked at you and smiled, he dared to smile. -Y/N- he stumbled from the wall to you. -Beautiful Y/N, I’ve missed you- his arms were around you before you knew it, he supported most of his weight on you, too drunk to hold himself properly, he smelled of pure scotch. -I love you sweetheart, I love you so much-

You bit your lip to not whimper at those words and at the way he held you so close, it wasn’t supposed to be this way.  You pushed him away almost making him fall. -What’s wrong?- he slurred coming back to you. -Come on-

-Yoongi, stop, we can’t do this-

-Why?- he hugged you again, his face resting on the side of your neck, how you dreamed with him coming home to do just these things, but not like this, not after three in the morning, not with him retching of alcohol. 

-Yoongi, you are drunk-

-So what? We can do this-

-No, we can’t, don’t you realize what time it is? Don’t you see that what you are doing? You are never home, and then you get here and expect…-

-You are talking too much much, come, let me…-

You pushed him again, this time causing him to hit the table behind him making him wake a little but his eyes were still glossy with the intoxication. -What’s wrong?- he frowned.

You tried to suppress a scream, but the sound of frustration came out surprising him. -You are drunk, you fucking asshole, you… you are never here-

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anonymous asked:

Top 5 best sexual tension in hq??

This is the best top 5 for Valentine’s Day, isn’t it? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

Warning: this top 5 is heavily influenced by my experience as a smut writer. 

1. Oikawa and Iwaizumi. The iwaoi royal deluxe ship wins by a landslide. You can either have sweet sweet loving or hardcore sex, it doesn’t matter because they can make anything work. Every single kink, every single au. Oikawa is flirty and seductive while Iwa is extremely strong and passionate (harsh Iwa and Oikawa who lets him dispose of his body as he pleases always a big yes), together they’re an explosive mix and overall a blessing for every single smut writer out there. 

Originally posted by oikahwatooru

The subtitle is wrong, he said: I’m going to make you scream my name later, Shittykawa

2. Kuroo and Tsukishima“They kinda share that really” aka the only couple that I can make work both ways, if you know what I mean. Actually, Kurotsuki is the pair I have most fun with when it comes to kinks (especially with bsdm). They are equally teasing and dominant, but at the same time they like when the other is in charge. They’re the worst when it comes to fluff, but if you’re in the mood for an insanely intense and deep smut scene, they’ll never ever let you down. Hottest couple, hands down. 

Originally posted by uver-chin

3. Bokuto and Akaashi. Ah, Bokuaka. These two are an interesting couple, too bad it’s really hard for me to find smut that I enjoy writing due too the characterization problems. They have a unique sexual tension, fueled by Akaashi’s glacial sex appeal and by Bokuto’s heat that can make him melt in a moment. My Bokuto treats every single kink like it’s the most natural thing, he’s not embarrassed by anything (literally, anything), he’s impulsive, playful and powerful to the point of not being able to handle his strength properly, but at the same time is extremely selfless and aware of Akaashi’s needs. And Akaashi…well, he likes to be controlled, played and spanked by him…so much. A+ awkward after sex fluff. 

Originally posted by silvermusichunter

Thirsty, Akaashi?

4. Daichi and Sugawara. Finding characters to make the domestic-long-term-boyfriends sex work is incredibly difficult (established relationship is the hardest au in my opinion), so thank you very much for them. It’s a couple that gets off on how much they love each other, spiced it up with the fact that our beloved Suga is a sinnamonroll personified.They win the best fluff award, but this goes without saying. They’re a classic and, like all the classics, their perfect sexual tension immortal. 

Originally posted by vikuuri

5. Hinata and Kageyama (eventually). I’m not a fan of Kagehina smut. At all. I can’t read it, I can’t write it. I’m still in the stage where my favorite boys just kiss, cuddle and hold hands, but I can’t deny that the tension is there and more they’ll grow, the more the bond they already have is going to grow deeper and deeper and would probably explode into some mind blowing smut. I’m gonna let them explore while I wait for them to reach their 3rd years, then we can’t talk about this more. 

Originally posted by craziiwolf

Thank you for your message and happy Valentine’s Day to you and to all the OTPs! 

Ask me my top 5 things!

Okay, so I’m obviously thinking a LOT about THAT rooftop scene and while I can currently barely see the screen in front of me from all the hearts that are just exploding all around me, there’s another facet of Jake and Amy’s conversation that really strikes me. And that’s that when she expressed anxiety about if things would change between them if she gets transferred or becomes his boss, and he doesn’t even pause for a breath before saying that he’s always known she was going to be his boss. Always. And Jake and Amy have known each other for years before they started to get involved romantically, so this isn’t (at least solely) a case of “I love my girlfriend and therefore I want her to be successful and achieve her goals.” It’s “Amy Santiago is smart and ambitious and kicks ass at her job so of course she’s going to be my boss one day.” Now, maybe Jake of all those years ago would have trouble admitting that out loud, but that’s a story for another day. 

So yes, I love this scene because it shows an adorable couple in a beautiful, healthy relationship based on mutual love and respect for each other as people and as professionals, but also because it simply shows what a relationship between a man and a woman – whether it’s romantic, platonic, or strictly professional – can be. We don’t need to have to have a man angsting over his ego when a woman is promoted over him in order to prove some kind of “point,” or make the entire story about how he “comes around to see how great she is.” Nope. We just have a guy who loves and respects a woman, thinks she’s incredible, recognizes all the hard work she’s already put into it, and is not only supportive, but is excited for her to achieve her goals and cheers her on because it also brings him joy to see her succeed. No games. No ulterior motives. No bruised ego.

It’s a beautiful dynamic that we don’t get to see often enough on TV, and I want to give all the props in the world to the writers for giving us a show where this is exactly the kind of reaction we expect from our beloved characters.

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“So ya really don’t remember a single detail as t’ what happened last night?” Niall questioned, his eyebrow popping up as he stared at Harry in disbelief. 

“I- Am I supposed to remember last night? Pretty sure I jus’ drank too much and that’s tha’.” Harry snorted, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt another wave of a migraine. 

The entire gang had gone out to celebrate Harry’s solo tour announcement, Niall’s Slow Hands debut, and Liam’s Rollercoaster magazine cover… Long story short: Everyone got hammered. Except for you, of course. You were the designated driver when it came to things like this, and you really didn’t mind! One or two margaritas was good enough and the boys always paid for your tab - What you did in return was to drive them home safely, and make some hangover treats for them in the morning. 

“Why? Wha’ happened last night?” Harry asked suspiciously, sitting up straighter when the boys looked at each other with knowing glances. “Wha-” 

“Alright, I have Advil and I have warm water. I also ordered some breakfast from that cute place down the block even though it’s already lunch time. We could have gone out for breakfast if you guys had woken up.” Everyone looked towards your direction as you popped into the living room from the kitchen, clutching a thermos of water in one hand and a bottle of painkillers in the other. Without you, the boys would probably be dead after a night of hardcore partying. 

“I feel like my head is going to explode.” Liam muttered, pressing his fingertips against his forehead before letting out a grumble. 

“That’s what happens when you take every free shot that was sent to you.” 

“They were free, Y/N. Free!” 

“You have enough money to buy out ten clubs, Liam!” 

“Will someone jus’ tell me wha’ happened last night? Because I really don’ remember and it’s starting to bug me.” Harry cut in, a soft smile replacing his frown when you walked over and plopped down next to him. 

“You were all over Y/N.” 

“Oh! Nothing new, then. Why should that surprise me?” 

“Ah, you didn’t let me finish. You were all over Y/N and now it’s all over t’e Internet.” Niall smirked, handing his phone over to Harry to show him the multiple pictures of you and Harry with extreme levels of PDA. 

“Oh, god…” Harry snorted, nose crinkling as he flicked through the photos. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. You and Harry had gotten told off multiple times by management to lay low when in public. Hand holding and occasional kisses were acceptable, but anything that involved Harry’s hands below your waist was forbidden

“I’m sure they’re not that bad.” You glanced over at the screen, cheeks immediately brightening at a particularly saucy picture of you and Harry with your hands all over each other, his face tucked into the crook of your neck while he gripped your hips. The next one wasn’t any better with your hands sliding underneath Harry’s shirt while he planted kisses on your neck. Whoops. You couldn’t help but wonder how the paps managed to get such high-quality pictures even from the middle of a dimly-lit club.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be the sober one! What’s happening here?” 

“Blame it on the margaritas!” 

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Fanfiction - Scalpel & Needle

@mary-waitforit-lou: Maybe a From Hate to Love au, at first they can’t stand each other and then…

I asked for prompts a few days back and immediately felt the need to write this one. It’s a classical trope that I feel can be quite interesting. I received a couple of other ideas, that are already in store - some are meant to go later into my existing works. Thank you for inspiring me!

Scalpel & Needle (Part I)

“I’d be bloody thankful if you didn’t come into my OR like some kind of unwanted saviour and start to order me around!” Claire snarled, ripping off her surgical cap, her curls exploding in the air after sudden liberation, her hair bobble tearing with an audible “pop!”. “I didn’t ask for your help!”

“The patient was crashing.” Jamie tried to explain, remaining eerily calm in spite of the angry woman facing him, looking like a rattlesnake ready to pounce. “Ye couldna possibly deal with all those bleeders. I thought a second pair of hands…”

“I already had a second surgeon!” She hissed, pointing at the frightened young resident who had sought refuge against the wall, clearly wishing to be swallowed by it – and away from the two galvanized surgeons. “I was in control, using the technique I prefer! But you decided to come and show off, like some goddam star!”

“I was only trying to help, lass.” He grunted, gripping his fists. His blue eyes were dark and dangerous, tumultuous seas waiting for ships to wreck on their waves. “It seems to me ye have a bit of a problem admitting when ye need help and it’s perfectly…”

“Oh, you bastard!” Claire roared, advancing to face him – even though he had the clear advantage of his imposing height. “Don’t you dare call me “lass”, as you do to the young nurses, melting them away to do your biding. Stop pretending you know the first thing about me! You just want to please the board, so they’ll give you the most challenging cases!”

“I couldna care less about the board, Doctor Beauchamp.” Jamie said through clenched teeth. “Ye should be thanking me that the patient isna heading to the morgue - instead ye’re yelling at me like a mad banshee, because I wounded yer pride.”

Claire’s cheeks were throbbing with heat, her chest constricted with a fury she couldn’t even begin to understand. She raised her index finger and poked him on the chest, wielding it like a dangerous dagger. “Stay the hell away from me and my OR, Fraser. I mean it!”

Mallaichte bas! Fine!” He roared, raising his hands in exasperation. “I won’t meddle again, as much as I think ye might need it. Ye blind woman, stubborn as a mule…” And he reverted to clipped Gaidhlig, grumbling in a low voice as he strode down the hallway.

“Claire!” She heard the voice of her friend, Geillis Duncan, gaping at her with her mouth noticeably ajar. Claire was panting, her vision almost blurred from anger, as she contemplated James Fraser retreating with a cold satisfaction. “What’s this ruckus all about? Is something amiss?”

“Just my esteemed colleague, James Fraser, being an insufferable prick.” She glared at the other people surrounding her, frozen in contemplation of the spectacle, silently warning them to return to their own business. “I really don’t know how someone can be as egocentric, misogynistic, smug…”

“Well, don’t hold anything back, darling.” Geillis laughed, gently pushing her by the arm to a nearby resting room. “Yer feud with the man is becoming legendary. There’s probably people placing money to bet on yer next fight.”

“Someone has to show him he’s not even half as impressive as he fancies himself to be.” Claire puffed, filling a glass with cold water from the machine in the corner and drinking it down.

“Most people think him charming, Claire.” The nurse pointed, sitting on the small couch – a myriad of unidentifiable stains garnishing the old fabric. “A verra capable surgeon, kind and concerned with his patients, humble but with a sharp mind, and a brilliant sense of humour.”

“Damn Geillis, don’t you hold anything back either.” She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “One would think you very enthralled by the man.”

“Everyone – well, every lass and probably John Grey too – kind of is.” The redheaded girl gave her a mischievous smile. “That is one hell of a ginger fox, Claire. How can ye not want to ride that…”

“That’s quite enough, thank you!” Claire hawked and tried to tame down her revolting hair with her fingertips. “I happen to be immune to whatever spell he has been casting around here.”

“I just don’t understand why ye hate him so much.” The nurse looked at her with studying eyes, slightly biting her index finger, her nails a gaudy shade of pink. “Are you trying to conceal the fact that ye actually find him attractive?” She said in a soft voice. “I know that after Frank it’s hard for ye to…”

“Don’t.” Claire said in a serious voice, the shadow of a smile gone from her face. “Don’t say that. This has nothing to do with Frank. I just don’t see what you see, that’s all.”

“Alright, I’ll let the subject go – for now.” Geillis stretched herself like a cat and grinned, preparing to resume her work. “Drinks tonight at Leoch’s?”

“Sure.” Claire nodded absentmindedly, already studying her next patient’s chart. “I’ll meet you there after I finish my colectomy.”

“Behave until then, ye hear me!” She warned Claire, leaving her alone to face another surgery.

****

Claire opened her locker, blood pulsing rapid inside her vessels, so much so she felt the tidal waves of blood on her temples. Like she had foresaw, a lonely envelope was there, a bit crumpled after being pushed through the small gap. With shaking hands and a smile of anticipation, she opened it.

“It has come to my attention that you had a rough day. I’m sorry to hear it. I thought I would make it a little better – but this time I’m borrowing the words of a wiser man.

«My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth,

But when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me

And it opens for me all the doors of life.»

I hope to see it again soon. I shall miss your laughter every second you hide it away.

With l Yours,

Scalpel”

It had started six months before. On a day when night had forgotten to go away, leaving everything immersed in shadows, rain pounding over the roof like a furious fist banging.

She had lost a patient that day. She recalled it vividly, because it had been the first since she had moved to Edinburgh. Not only that – it had been a young woman, with the same hopes and dreams that she had, heart broken into a million pieces but still hopeful. Losing her had been like losing a piece of herself, an entire world shattered away under the lights of the OR.

Claire accepted the sympathetic words of her colleagues, the gentle hands that touched her back, assuring her that not every battle was meant to be won. But she had lost – so brutally, so completely, so painfully. She walked to the locker room and bolted the door, allowed herself to cry on the floor, to sob until her heart had melted and gone away.

When she opened her locker to retrieve her things at the end of her shift, she had found a sketch there, pencil on paper like the tears on her cheeks. Someone drew a hand – elegant fingers with a thin wrist, which eerily reminded her of her own – holding a scalpel. And touching her palm underneath it, as if the fragile scalpel had been too heavy to hold on her own, a second hand helped her to hold it. The touching image – it had brought tears to Claire’s eyes – had been signed in a crooked handwriting. “Scalpel”.

The drawing had been on her nightstand since that day, a reminder that someone out there truly understood – knew – the loneliness of her work, the hardships she endured and how much she needed a presence to hold her when her strength failed her.

The second gift came a week after that – a pressed blue flower, perfectly preserved, clearly saved for quite some time between the pages of a book. Claire inhaled it, hungry for the perfume and words still trapped in it. A short note came with it – “Will you make a home for it with you? Scalpel”.

After a few weeks – time in which she had received poems, caricatures and photos of landscapes – she decided that her secret friend – for the mysterious person clearly meant to forge a relationship with her through those small tokens – deserved an answer.

She had scribbled it at home, sitting at her desk – the pressed flower next to her, on top of an organized pile of paper – and left it lodged on the door of her locker, where he’d certainly find it.

“Dear Scalpel,

I’m not sure why you think me deserving of such kind attentions, but I have to say you seem to read my mind! Not only I find everything you give me fascinating, but you seem to guess when I’ll need it the most. If someone ever told me I’d have a secret correspondent, I’d laugh and swear them insane. But in truth I find great solace in you and cherish every thought you spare me. Thank you for being a true friend – the more selfless kind.

Cla Needle

P.S. – Of course you know my real name, but it seems only fair that the both of us would have secret code names. I’ve been told to be sharp as one - and equally resourceful.”

And so their correspondence became two-sided. A week hadn’t gone by without a sign from him and Claire realized they were incredibly close – intimate, even. She had tried to suggest for them to meet and talk in the cafeteria – at least for him to reveal his name, so she could put a face on the person that meant so much to her. His answer had been concise and clear: “One day I’ll tell you everything. But not yet.”

Claire placed the note on her pocket, where her fingers could brush it – touching it, savouring it through the next hours. She headed for the pub to meet Geillis – blissfully unaware of Scalpel’s existence - wondering how one could be enamoured with a man made only of words on paper.

So as the entire Yuri!!! on Ice fandom is collectively flipping their shit over the release of previews of the the artwork for the official calendar, imagine what the actual pictures for each month are going to be like. I am already crying over little drawings in the margins. I think I will explode and never recover seeing the rest of the images. 

Needy for him

v x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: s mu t

request: Bts - Taehyung. Smut. He’s your boyfriend and he’s on the phone with someone impt (Bang Pd/mom/dad) but your super desperate tonight and just start to mess arnd with him and little taetae while he’s on the phone and it slowly escalates. Thanks babe !! 😉😆

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( lord please forgive me for the sins i have committed in this fucking chapter lmao )

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anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?

LMAO SORRY ANON BUT MY FAVE GOTTA BE

WHAT A GODDAMN DISASTER THIS BOY IS

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 3- Body Double

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: none

notes: sorry for the clusterfuck of confusion on the uploading time of this. my editor was busy and then I had no wifi for 2 days and ughhh. anyways its here!

Originally posted by hellotailor

You were sitting on the couch sketching when your phone started binging like crazy, you set down your pencil and picked your phone up to see about 16 texts from Kevin. You unlocked your phone to check your texts but before you could even open the messages app Kevin’s face filled your screen and his obnoxious custom set ringtone stopped you. With a sigh you hit the green ‘answer’ button.

“hey Kev wha-” You started but Kevin cut you off mid sentence.

“Holy crap (y/n) you will not believe* what just happened! where are you?”

“Home? I didn’t feel like going to school…though, if anyone asks I’m grievously ill.”

“Well you better recover ASAP, and get over here!” Without waiting for a response Kevin ended the call.

You put your sketchbook on the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh and stood up, throwing everything in a bag and tugging your shoes on as you stumbled out the door towards the school. You quickly covered the two blocks to Riverdale high, and when you got there pretty much all of your friends were waiting out front looking like they had seen a ghost.

“(Y/N)! FINALLY!” Kevin grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the rest of the group. “While you were sitting around at home being a recluse- something I do not endorse by the way, we already have Jughead for that- Cheryl dropped probably one of the biggest bombs since July 4th! In bio she totally confessed!”  Kevin looked like he was about to explode.

Betty stopped him before he could go into further detail. “All Cheryl said was that she was guilty, Kev, she didn’t say of what.” Kevin Rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Well theres not alot of other things it could be!”

You waved your hands signalling them to slow down, “Hold on, what happened exactly?”

“The Sheriff’s department came into class, and Cheryl stood up and said they were here for her, because she was guilty.” Veronica summed up for you.

“I– wow. Really?” you were stunned. sure Cheryl was a mythic Bitch, but you didn’t think she could kill Jason. Or anyone really.


Later that day you were all chatting in the student lounge.

“So are you a suspect now?” Veronica asked Kevin.

“My dad says we all are, including me.”

“Not me girl. I don’t know these people. neither does (y/n).”

You nodded silently and looked at the ground. You did, actually know these people but nobody needed to know that, and it didn’t even matter you sure as hell weren’t the one that killed Jason.

Kevin fiddled with a piece of licorice and looked at the rest of your group with a grin. “Guys, should we maybe rebinge making a murderer on netflix tonight?”

Betty laughed, “Sorry can’t, gotta stay late to work on the paper.”

“Count me out too. I’ve got a date tonight.” Veronica added.

“You do?” Archie asked.

Kevin smiled, “Which Riverdale Hottie made the cut?”

Veronica tilted her head towards the door with a cryptic smile, towards one of the jocks “Hey V-Lo, I’ll swing by the pembrooke to pick you up at 8?”

“I’ll be waiting.” she smiled at him.

“Cool.” The boy grinned while putting on his jacket before walking out the door.

Betty and Kevin both had immediate reactions.

“Chuck clayton?” Betty looked extremely concerned.

“You’re going on a date with chuck?!” Kevin looked weirdly excited.

“Wait whos Chuck Clayton? You wondered out loud.

The rest of the group semi-ignored you, opting to keep talking about Chuck. "He’s kind of a player…” Betty leaned back into the couch.

“Who cares? hes the hottest of Hot! And he’s the football coach’s son. in Riverdale that’s like dating a Kennedy!”  Kevin was grinning.

Veronica smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. Betty sighed and stood up, “I have to go, I have a newspaper meeting.” You shot up out of your seat and grabbed your bag. “Can I walk with you? I have something to ask you.” Betty nodded and you both walked into the hallway.

“So I was wondering if you had any openings in the school paper. weatherbee is actually still on my case about extracurriculars. And I think it’d be really cool.”

“Well since it’s just me, I think we have room for you.” Betty replied as you turned the corner to the old dusty newspaper offices.

“Wow these computers are ancient…” You laughed lightly, “I wonder if we could sell them on Ebay as antiques.”

“I don’t think anybody would buy these things.” Jughead leaned against the doorframe, his lips turned up into a faint smirk.

He turned his attention to Betty.“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?”

The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggy It’s just dormant. but waking up.“ Betty swiped some of the dust off of one of the ancient monitors. "You’re writing a novel right? About Jason Blossoms murder?”

Jughead picked up a magnifying glass. “I am. Riverdales very own In Cold Blood.” He held up the magnifying glass and peered through.

“Which started out as a series of articles! I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” Betty grinned nervously, stretching her arms out like a magician after pulling off some amazing trick.

“I just don’t think the school papers the right fit for my voice.” Jughead said hesitantly.

“Truman Capote worked at the New Yorker for 2 years before he wrote in Cold Blood.” You added. Betty and Jugheads gazes both snapped to you with questioning looks. “What? I know stuff and it’s kind of relevant the new yorker is a newspaper.” you muttered defensively. Betty shook her head and turned back to Jughead.

“Juggy, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that but it’s true we all feel it.” Betty walked closer to Jughead. “Nothing this bad* was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.”

Jughead glanced away his gaze softening. “Would I get complete freedom?”

“I’ll help and edit and suggest…but it’s your story, it’s your voice.” Jughead looked less and less convinced with each word out of Betty’s mouth.

Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin, “Doesn’t sound* like complete freedom…But- I’m in.”

Bettys face lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Okay great! um, in that case I have your first assignment. There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”

“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”

“Exactly.”

Jughead smirked and flicked his nose with his thumb as he turned to walk out. But Betty called after him. “(y/n)s coming with you Juggy!” You both stopped dead.

“Wait I am?”

“She is?”

“Yes, she is. (y/n) doesn’t have a lot of journalism experience so…I thought you could show her the ropes.” Betty explained, with an almost pleading smile.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Fine. come on.”

You grabbed your bag and walked out after him. “You know, I think Betty is just worried about you scaring the crap out of a bunch of 11 year olds.”

Jughead rolled his eyes again, but there was that familiar spark of amusement. “Meet me at the adventure scout hall tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“This is gonna be fun, Jones it’ll be like Sherlock with a way prettier Watson!”


The next day you got to the field outside the adventure scouts building and he was standing near the kids all lined up while Dilton Doiley lectured them. You walked over and smiled in greeting. Jughead nodded, and held up a hand for you to be quiet. Dilton was lectureing his troops about dying, or something. You didn’t really catch it.

Jughead approached him, “At ease Doily we’re writing an article for the Blue and Gold, hoping you can help.”

Dismissed! but stay close.” Dilton ordered the kids.

“Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot July 4th, but they don’t know who fired.”

Dilton immediately got defensive, his posture shifted and his face hardened. “Sheriff Keller already asked me about this, like I told him, my scouts and I…we didn’t hear anything weird.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, this kid was definitely hiding something.

Jughead took a step closer to Dilton, his eyes were filled with the same suspicion as yours,“Well, did you see anything weird?” his tone was a little more accusatory than it had been, it was clear Jughead believed Doily about as much as you did.

Dilton straightened his back and crossed his arms. he glared at jughead. “A white winged crossbill, A long eared owl…oh. And Cheryl, sitting by the river soaking wet.”

Jugheads expression was hard and unreadable as he stared at Dilton. You grabbed Jugheads arm and dragged him away from the other boy. “C'mon we’re not going to get anything more out of Doily. He’s on the defensive now.”

“That’s alright. I have another lead.”


Later that night you met Jughead at Pops. “I’m always up for food, but how is pops a lead?”

Jughead gave you a deadpan look, “It’s not the diner it’s what’s inside, one of Doily’s scouts was looking at us like he wanted to say something, and we’re gonna find out what.”

“Or maybe he was checking you out?” you joked. Which earned you a fairly impressive bitch face from Jughead.

You walked through the door with Jughead a few steps ahead, the boy from earlier was in a booth chatting with someone, who you assumed was the kid’s father. The dad got up and left the table and Jughead crouched on the empty booth seat while the kid was looking away Jughead grabbed the cherry off the kids sundae and ate it. You ran a hand through your hair, immediately regretting being there.

The kid dropped his spoon and threw up his hands as the metal utensil clattered on the table. “What the hell man.” his face was full of confusion, and maybe a little fear.

“I saw the way you looked at me.-”

You rolled your eyes. “Cause that didn’t sound creepy Jug.” you muttered under your breath.

Jughead slid the kids sundae towards himself,“-during grizzly training. you’re hiding something.”

The kid leaned in, “It’s scoutmaster Doiley, he’s lying.”

“About what?” Jughead kept eating the scouts sundae, and watched the boy with a weird expression, a mix of curious and suspicious.

“The gunshot, It was him. He was teaching us how to shoot targets.”

“Dilton Doiley shot the Gun on July 4th?”

“What the hell is with this town?” You blurted out.

“He’s a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.”

Jughead and you exchanged a look, this was big.


The day after your confrontation with sundae boy, you were sitting in the student lounge eating a muffin and reading the article on Chuck Claytons class A douchebag status being exposed. When your phone chimed with a text from Betty telling you to get to the Blue and Gold office ASAP.

You shoved your phone in your pocket and threw the rest of your muffin away before dashing out the door and down the hall to the Blue and Gold offices.

Betty and Jughead were waiting for you when you arrived but before you had a chance to greet them or ask what was wrong Dilton Doiley walked in.

“Have a seat Doiley.” Jughead said, while kicking a chair towards the space in front of the desk. Dilton straightened it and sat down, facing the three of you. Jughead jerked his chin up at him as a signal to start speaking.

“If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I’ll be banished from the adventure scouts and charged with a misdemeanor. So, what if I have a better story?”

Jughead glanced back at you and Betty and you both shrugged and shook your heads, none of you had any idea what Dilton had to offer.

“If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us.”

Betty walked out from behind the desk and came to stand next to you and jughead. “You have our word. as journalists.”

Dilton leaned towards the three of you and dropped his voice so if anybody had been listening there was no way they would hear it. “I saw something at Sweetwater river. Something nobody else saw–Ms. Grundy’s car, by the rivers edge. She was there.”

“Well. shit.” You said quietly.




Dilton Doiley had just opened pandora’s box

Rumors

Originally posted by jengkook

Word count: 1820

Warnings: ANGST

Author’s note: I feel like I got a lot to say right now. Sorry about that in advance.

First of all this scenario is inspired by K.A.R.D.’s “Rumor”. At first I didn’t liked that song but I started liking it eventually. And damn this photoshoot gets me everytime. Also I don’t have the feeling I wrote a good Jimin story yet so I hope this will be poppin.

Second thing: I guess you noticed that I am repeating the members now. I mostly pick who I think would fit the role but there hasn’t really been any request regarding a certain group/member. Just to let you know that I am open for any suggestion! If not then I am willing to continue my own comeups ;)

For the third and last thing I just reached 400 followers!! ♥♥♥ For that I wanted to welcome every new companion and of course thank you all :D It is overwhelming to me how this blog grew out of nothing :) I will continue as long as you guys like me to ;) But now we will get going!

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rumor

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Definitions: noun; A currently circulating story or report of uncertain or doubtful truth usually spread by word of mouth.

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Phone Sex - Taehyung

genre : SMUT
CONTAINS : phone sex obviously, guided mastubartion, dirty talk…
also… I’ve seen some texts (@bngtnonline I hope you don’t mind please tell me if you do I’ll change it! (I love you texts by the way)) where Taehyung called his girlfriend petal and I just find it so cute so yeah today you are petal.
words : 1,6k

I tag @not-today-tae because she gave me the idea months ago and I promised to write it down and I forgot but then I remembered so yeah sorry my friend ! I hope you will like it ;) <3


“Taehyung”, you moaned at the sound of his voice, earning a loud grunt passing through the speaker of the phone. “I wish you were there”, you whispered, your phone almost falling from your finger as you felt your strength fading from the hand holding the device, the pit in your stomach growing bigger. You were alone, in your small flat, letting out all the sounds your boyfriend was dying to hear.

He had previously phoned you, as usual around 11pm for you, to talk. He spoke about how much Chicago was lovely, how the visit at the zoo was funny (even though he realized afterwards that the animals weren’t happy in captivity), and above all, that he missed you dearly. You heard some loud mocking giggles in the backgrounds, probably coming from Jimin and Jungkook, when he said so. But he just whined, annoyed, telling them go away and let him enjoy his time with his girlfriend.

Weirdly, they agreed –immediately. And after they teased him a few more seconds, they left; of course, slamming behind them the door. You had found it weird the second they agreed, but you soon understood their behaviour when Taehyung’s tone changed as he talked to you again. When he eventually asked about your day, his voice was deep, lower of a few octaves than before.

“It was fine, tiring but fine”, you replied, a small smile creeping up your lips; pointless to say that you already knew what your boyfriend was up to. He’s always been needy, particularly on tour, and the only thing that could ‘cure’ this –as he said- was you and the “melodious sound of your voice”.

“Great, great”, he sighed into the phone, and you heard him shift onto the sheets on his bed.

“What are you doing?”, you asked, doing the same so you could find a conformable position on your bed.

“Nothing much… Just thinking of you”, he began in a hoarse whisper, “and your cute lips, your sparkling eyes and even more those thighs of yours”, he grunted, and you smiled to yourself as your heard him talk.

“Why is that?”

“Ugh, petal, I’m so horny. I need you so bad”, he began, “I even asked the others to leave the room so we could have some time alone”, he eventually admitted, and you swore you almost heard a grunt again. “I think they know why I asked but I don’t care right now”, he chuckled almost darkly, “I really want you, you have no idea”.

“Well that’s too bad I’m not here”, you teased, running your hand up and down your inner thigh, teasing the skin a bit. You smiled when you heard him sigh. You knew he loved phone sex, he was fond of it. He sometimes even wanted to do it when you _had the possibility _to see each other. He was so sensible to sounds, and especially yours. When he pleased you, he made sure to put the right amount of pleasure to hear each of your moans, whispers, or other sounds your body made. All of these made his blood rush down his dick rapidly; and you knew that, and you always were ready to comply. 

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a drive home || Dan Howell

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @shyecti. what an amazing idea!

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Reader + Dan

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by starlightlester

Let me tell you something, parties are normally not my thing. Not at all actually. The loud music, the crowds of people I barely know, it just doesn’t sound that good to me.

But from time to time, even I needed a little party just to let loose for once. My week had been shitty to say the least. My college professor told me that I did awful on our last test, I nearly got fired from my job at this little restaurant and my best friend broke up with her long-term boyfriend and she needed me 24/7 for emotional support now.

“A frat party? Really Jo?” I asked my friend and rolled my eyes at her.

I had dressed up quite decently, I thought to myself as I kept walking towards the entrance of a big house at the end of the street. Joanne was right next to me and she didn’t look like crying for once.

“C’mon I really need some hot guys and a huge amount of alcohol to distract me from thinking about Aaron.” She explained showing me her big brown puppy dog eyes.

Jo knew that I wasn’t the biggest party goer in history but I had been to some epic parties with her. We still laugh at those memories from time to time.

“I guess one little frat party won’t hurt.” I gave in with a smile.

My best friend started grinning as we walked through the entrance door together.

There were so many people and my first instinct was to grab Jo’s hand. Guys I had never seen before greeted us with a dumb smirk as we pushed past them.

The frat house we were in was filled with boys and girls around our age. Some of them were dancing to a fast beat. ‘I’m not much of a dancer, really.’ I thought to myself as I saw their sweaty bodies.

No matter where me and Jo went there was always alcohol and some drunk guys who would try to start a conversation by slurring a few words.

“I didn’t miss the smell of booze and weed at all!” I shouted over the loud music, Joanne nodded in agreement and laughed at my disgusted face.

“Don’t be such a party pooper, Y/L/N!” Colby, a guy I had a few classes with, suddenly exclaimed as he surprised me by putting one of his arms on my shoulder.

“She is just awful, isn’t she?!” Colby asked Joanne and she just laughed. I knowingly rolled my eyes as I mouthed ‘maybe sometimes’.

“Is anyone up for a little dance?” he then asked and I could tell that he had his eyes set on Jo.

She didn’t seem uninterested in him either. Before she said ‘yes’ she quickly shot me a questioning look. At least she was making sure if I was okay with her leaving my side.

I just grinned and nodded as if I was saying ‘Go for it girl’.

As soon as I stopped moving my head up and down I heard her shout ‘I’d love to dance’ right before she took Colby’s arm. He happily smiled down at her.

“Sorry Y/N, but it’s not my fault that you have such a pretty friend.”

With that the two got lost in the crowd of dancing people. Left all alone I examined the dimly lit room. I had never seen so many drunk people in one house before.

Since I didn’t really know what to do or where to go, I just went straight to the bar and set down on one of the stools.

I got myself my first drink of the night and after I had finished it, I already felt a little bit more comfortable here.

Dan’s POV

“Sucks to be you!” Colby, one of my best friends laughed at me, shortly before he downed a tequila shot.

“I hate that stuff so much.” He then cursed as he bit into a slice of lime.

“I’m pretty sure that I’ll be saying that to you tomorrow morning when your head feels like it’s going to explode.” I smugly told him as I petted his back.

I was the designated driver in my group of friends tonight. So, no drinking for me. Of course, it sucked a little bit but one doesn’t need alcohol to have fun, right?

“Wow, do you see that girl in that red dress?” Colby suddenly grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and discreetly pointed at somebody to our left.

My eyes scanned the room and I spotted the girl Colby was talking about. But then my eyes landed on the girl next to her. It was Y/N. She looked as beautiful as ever tonight. It had been quite a while since I last saw her. We had gone to the same high school and I had a crush on her since I started my freshman year. We weren’t really friends back then, I’d say we were a little bit more than acquaintances. Unfortunately, we chose different colleges and I barely saw her now.

“Do you see the girl next to her? That’s her. That’s Y/N.” I excitedly told Colby whose eyes widened.

“This is the girl you have been talking about? The one you like since you are 15?”

‘Since you were 15’ It sounded ridiculous but I just couldn’t help it. I haven’t been able to forget about Y/N since I saw her for the first time.

“The one and only.” I whispered and kept staring at her from afar.

“Bro, you need to talk to her. Tonight is your chance!” Colby literally shouted and although I knew that he was right, I also got extremely nervous.

“I’ll talk to Y/N if you talk to her friend in the red dress.” I challenged my friend.

He looked a little bit startled at first but then he started grinning.

“Deal.” He said confidently as he shook my hand and walked straight towards her.

Y/N’s POV

“Hey beautiful.” I heard somebody say, making me look up. At first I didn’t know if those words were meant for me but than a dark-haired boy sat down on the bar stool next to me.

I blushed a little bit, noticing that he was really good looking.

“Do I know you?” I asked him with a polite smile.

“I don’t think so, but I’d really like to change that.” he grinned and held out his hand.

“I’m Dylan, nice to meet you.” He introduced himself as we shook hands.

“Y/N” I said, glad that I wasn’t all by myself anymore.

He seemed to be a really nice guy and the fact that he was so openly flirting with me kinda appealed to me somehow.

“Why is a pretty girl like you sitting here all alone?” Dylan wanted to know and I explained to him that I was just here because of my friend and that I wanted her to have fun tonight because she needed it.

“I feel like you deserve a little bit of fun too.” Dylan told me and smiled, showing me his pearly white teeth.

I thought about what he said for a while until I realized that he was right. After a horrible week like that fun was exactly what I needed.

“Let me buy you a drink, Y/N.”

Dan’s POV

Colby actually talked to Y/N’s friend and it really seemed like they totally hit it off. I watched them dance for a while until I had finally gathered enough courage to talk to Y/N.

I searched for her around the house and finally spotted her at the bar after nearly twenty minutes. As I approached her I noticed a guy sitting next to her. My heart sunk. I was too late.

I cursed under my breath as I heard Y/N giggle at something the guy said. From what I could tell she was pretty drunk. She was constantly giggling and shouting random things.

I was absolutely devastated. After all this time, I had the chance to finally talk to her again and now this random frat boy was relentlessly flirting with her in front of my eyes.

My blood was boiling and I was just mad at everybody and everything. Instead of just forgetting about it though, I just stood in the corner of the room and stared at them. I was holding a red solo cup that was filled with just water although I really wanted to get drunk, but after all I was still the designated driver and god, I couldn’t wait to get home.

After nearly an hour of me dwelling in my misery I decided to check up on Colby but as soon as I started walking towards the dance floor I heard something that made me spin around again.

“I said No, Dylan! Do you understand that? No!”

Y/N was shouting and the guy, Dylan apparently, was extremely close to her.

“C’mon pretty, don’t be such a prude. I bet you will like it.” He purred and that was enough.

I crossed the room as fast as I could, ready to punch an asshole.

Right before he could put his hand on her thigh I rudely pushed him away from Y/N.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, mate?!” I shouted at Dylan, making him glare at me.

freezing-and-crimson  asked:

This is kinda rude and pathetic to ask. But your writing always cheers me up and I've been so deep in depression that it's not even funny. But could you write a small drabble about Kakashi x Orochimaru taking care of and raising Mitsuki and Log??? If you don't want to then that's fine ^^ don't feel like you have to write something.

💕

It’s a little startling, just how often Kakashi sees his father’s smile echoed so clearly in Mitsuki’s cheerful grins.

Seeing it always gives the same reaction; his breath catches in his throat, his eyes widen, his heart stutters. It’s not pain, the way it might have been before Pein’s invasion. It’s not the aching, crushing grief he carried for so many years. This is closer to joy, light and effervescent and full, and Kakashi smiles back, even though Mitsuki is thoroughly occupied with Boruto right now.

“You know, one could say that it’s your smile as well,” Orochimaru say, amused, as he comes to lean against the balcony railing. Kakashi almost wants to accuse him of reading his mind, but—well. He mentioned it once, helpless in the face of that small connection that shouldn’t be, and Orochimaru’s memory is hardly lacking.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denies, mostly just to be contrary.

Orochimaru’s expression shades towards polite disbelief, but he doesn’t call Kakashi on it. “You have good DNA,” he says instead, gaze flickering back to their son.

Kakashi rolls his eyes, just a little, because coming from the Sannin that’s absolutely a compliment, but it would probably send anyone else screaming for the hills. Sometimes Kakashi wonders why he doesn’t do the same, except for the fact that he’s always been a little light on self-preservation.

Besides, two pieces of his DNA are currently wandering around the Hokage Mansion. Kakashi might not cop to much, but that’s…pretty incredible.

“Rogu?” he asks, because he knows from experience that it’s never a good idea to let his older son stay out of sight too long.

Orochimaru’s amusement says that he sees right through Kakashi’s casual question, and also remembers that time with Gai, the melons, and the exploding tags just as clearly as Kakashi does, if likely for different reasons.

(Kakashi is scarred, all right? There was definite mental trauma happening that day, even if Tsunade laughed him out of her office when he told her that.)

“Occupying himself,” Orochimaru says breezily, as if that’s any sort of comfort at all. He turns precisely, already stepping back towards their bedroom, and adds, “I’m going to R&D if you—”

“I don’t think so.” Maybe Genma is right about mild insanity and suicidal bravery being the prerequisite for becoming a jounin—not that he has any room to talk, the jerk—but Kakashi grabs him around the waist, dodges the knife-hand blow that would have crushed the windpipe of anyone slower, and steers him back towards the freshly-made bed. “You’re not leaving me here alone with four children.”

The amusement on Orochimaru’s face is well-hidden behind a veil of black hair and his half-hearted struggles. “Kakashi, Sarada and Boruto are perfectly polite children—”

“One is Sasuke and Naruto’s child, and the other is Sakura’s,” Kakashi says firmly. “And Mitsuki is terrifying.”

Conspicuously, Orochimaru doesn’t argue this point. “I just made the bed,” he complains instead, and when Kakashi pauses to eye him disbelievingly, there’s a quicksilver flash of a smirk before a foot is sweeping his legs out from under him.

Kakashi is the Hokage and has been a shinobi for over thirty years now; he’s not about to be taken down by a trick like that, so when he falls he grabs Orochimaru and drags him down onto the mattress with him. There’s a brief but fierce struggle to pin each other—Kakashi mostly wins due to extra body mass and feels no shame in admitting it—and when it ends, Orochimaru is watching Kakashi with narrowed eyes and the shadow of a smirk on his lips.

They’re very pretty lips, Kakashi thinks, gaze flickering to them, and can see the exact moment Orochimaru catches it. His eyes darken, features sliding towards smugly amused, and—

Well. Kakashi had never though he’d end up here, that morning when Konoha’s most famous semi-pardoned missing-nin marched into his office with two small children in tow and an aggravated Suigetsu mislabeled my DNA samples so these are yours, Hatake in explanation. Hadn’t even vaguely considered it, but…he’s come to the conclusion that he doesn’t really mind.

Mitsuki’s laugh, loud and bright from outside the window, sounds just like his father’s as well.

Carefully, he tugs his mask off, leaning down to kiss Orochimaru slowly and thoroughly. There’s a satisfied hum as clever fingers curl around the back of his neck, and it’s lazy and languid and full of banked heat.

There’s a sudden groan from the hallway outside their bedroom, followed by an annoyed, “Don’t you know how doors work? I don’t want to see that,” and then hurried steps as Rogu retreats with speed.

Kakashi can’t help but think of that morning, when Sasuke came to drop of Boruto and caught them kissing in the kitchen. Usually Kakashi has to work a lot harder to inflict that level of trauma on his cute former students, so he’s calling this a good day.

Still. Rogu moving with any sort of alacrity outside of an actual fight, even in the face of parental PDA, is usually a bad sign. Kakashi looks down at Orochimaru, who arches a brow right back, and has to sit back with a resigned sigh.

Somewhere in the distance, something explodes. Equal odds as to whether it’s Rogu’s fault or the Terrible Threesome’s.

“I feel like we should ignore that,” Kakashi says lightly.

Orochimaru’s smirk is knowing. “Is the Rokudaime Hokage really afraid of the mischief of children?” he asks, as if that’s a fair question at all.

“My children,” Kakashi reminds him, ducking down for one more quick kiss. “Your children.”

With a hum, Orochimaru concedes the point. “In my defense, I thought I was using the Nidaime’s DNA.”

Like that would have been better. Kakashi lets one raised brow speak for him.

Chuckling, Orochimaru slides out from underneath him, as unexpected but lithe as a snake, and rises to his feet. “I’m required at R&D,” he informs Kakashi, flashing him a sly smile. “Have fun with the children, my dear.”

Kakashi groans and feels entirely justified flopping face-first into the pillows.

Long fingers stroke through his hair, but Orochimaru darts away when Kakashi tries to grab him again. Footsteps—deliberate, Kakashi knows, since the smug bastard can’t be bothered to make noise when walking at any other time—retreat out the door, and Kakashi sighs, smelling smoke.

This is definitely payback for what he inflicted on his father in childhood, he thinks wryly, levering himself up. There’s no doubt at all.

He grabs the spray bottle sitting on the bedside table, straightens his clothes, and heads out to hunt down his children.

i cant believe i successfully streamed the entire 12 hours of knk’s vlive broadcast yesterday, it was really crazy. 

  • in a nutshell the boys were themselves as usual, i love their interactions because it just shows theyre one nice giant cuddly fam.
  • it was cute how they followed a schedule and had a bell ring to signal game time  
  • sometimes you’d think ‘are seungjun n heejun rly close?’ and you see heejun resting his head on seungjun’s stomach and tapping his leg, just so cuddled up against him.. he even fell asleep on seungjun’s knee lmao +their reaction to fifty shades of grey advertisement was super funny!!
  • KOKO IS THE CUTEST PUPPY TO EXIST  like it was so cute to see knk cherishing koko, playing with her, stroking her, playing tricks with her, and you can tell koko loves being with the members too;; 
  • they played were playing a horror game ‘Emily Wants to Play’ i think? and when she appeared on screen everyone flipped out except youjin it was hilarious bc he really looked like he didnt give a shit lmfao
  • youjin was such a parent lmfao he looked kinda done in the first hour already but being the caring dad he is, he lets his kids play cart rider on his laptop and all sort of other games. there were many times he kept reminding tinkerbell (knk’s fandom name!) to make sure our phones werent overheating from streaming and assured us their own broadcast camera wasnt going to ‘explode’ lmao (they even kept ice on the camera). he kept being teased by heejun bout his ‘youjin mochi’ nickname. when he got tired he went into the tent and the maknae line just piled on him and squished him lmao 
  • heejun’s soothing vocals and guitar?? i’d watch him do that any day. this boy is really so multi talented 
  • damn inseong’s vocals too and when he sang ‘hurricane’ again i kinda teared up because lord and anyway he kept eating as usual lmao he’s the true foodie in the group (seungjun too actually,, I YELLED WHEN THEY WERE EATING MACAROONS AT LIKE 4AM IN THE MORNING)
  • seungjun deadass brought his entire harry potter costume over, and the usual, his wand, to do spells (which the members entertain him by reacting to his ‘spells’)
  • LISTEN. INSEONG BOUGHT 5 SETS OF MICKEY MOUSE PANTS AS PART OF THEIR PYJAMAS FROM THE MART LIKE HOW CUTE IS HE
  •  they played cart rider a lot on youjin’s laptop and even played with tinkerbells on the game (youjin revealed his gaming ID and set a password for tinkerbells to enter the gaming room on cart rider) 
  • TWISTER WAS SO WILD LOL one of the funniest moment was when inseong’s leg was in between seungjun’s and seungjun felt it was weird and they all start cracking up and jihun couldnt stand the erotic feeling because of them and threw his jacket over their ‘erotic position’ lmao
  • i dont think tinkerbells were aware that there was a goal that knk had in mind in the first 6 hours? not sure when they announced they wanted 5 million hearts so that they can have a mini concert  B UT WE MADE IT!!! the last hour of the broadcast everyone kept tapping like crazy and the boys were watching the hearts go up too, expressing their joy the moment it reached 5m hearts ;;; they were so happy and it was so worthwhile to stay up and tap hearts for them!!
  • basically there was a lot of gaming, talking, squishing each other in the tent while lying down, eating, playing with koko, resting on each other, laughing, and it was all rly cute honestly knk gives off a warm feeling 

This doesn’t have anything to do with art, animation, career, or anything, this is just a memory of my Great Grandpa I stumbled upon yesterday, and I only now realized how unusual it is. I’m curious if anyone out there has similar storytelling traditions in their own family.

A bunch of great grand kids would sit around my Great Grandpa, a few Grandparent and Parent generation around the outside, grinning at each other like they were all in on some inside joke. There were a few famous family narratives- the escaped convict, the cougar, the relative’s haunted farm house, the mad dog…. All of which were probably a combination of truths and improvisations building with each telling for the past 60+ years. One that just stood out to me as particularly bizarre was the downfall on the chivalrous gentleman-

Southern cultural lessons were packed into the explanations and backstory of these narratives, like a history lesson wrapped around a kernel of truth. Great Grandpa would start,

Back in the horse and wagon days, my Grandpappy, which is your great great GREAT Grandpappy,  and his friend Adam, grabbed themselves a couple dates and went to the old country dance.”

Then would usually come a bit of an aside about the setting, ALWAYS complete with an over explanation of the technology, because to Great Grandpa, and older people in general, the younger generations have less than zero concept of the world before their birth.

Back then, there was no phones, not television sets, no electricity at all, not even lights on the inside at night. They had to do everything by candles and oil lamps. Now, there wasn’t much to do back then, especially at night, so the country dance was about all they had going for them on a Friday night. But, they had these dances every once in awhile when the weather was warm, so they’d ask the girl from the next farm out to the dance. And they didn’t wash but about once a month back then, in a big washbasin the whole family used one after another. So they’d spend all day, get ALL dressed up, cleaned, get their finery on, and then they’d go. Well, Grandpappy’s friend, Adam, came up to my Grandpappy, soon as the dance began, and told him ‘I gotta go to the bathroom.’ And my Grandpappy, being a ROUGH and TUMBLE country boy, said,’ well, go ahead, right behind the barn there, and relieve yourself’. But Adam’s family owned the country store, and he was much more of a town boy than a country boy, and was raised to be more of a gentleman. Well, he said that it wouldn’t be right to relieve oneself, even out of sight, with all the ladies around, it would be impolite and would just be TOO EMBARRASSING if he were to get spotted, so Adam told Grandpappy he’d hold it.”

A dramatic pause, it added validity to us kids at the time, tension. Great Grandpa was probably just making up some new detail or something. 

Adam was doing alright at first, although my Grandpappy could see him squirming around all night,  dancing with his legs close together, sitting with his legs crossed like a girl, all to keep from peeing his pants. And he might have been alright, except…. The girls, the dates, you know, were having SUCH a good time, that they didn’t want to go home! They wanted to stay out late with the boys at the dance.”

Another little insert of southern cultural history worked in, and education about his perception of our past, our manners-

Now, to get home late in those days meant BIG trouble. Not like now, you might catch a REAL woopin’ from your daddy back then, even when you was almost grown. Or, you might never get to leave that farm again. So, if these girls were willing to stay out past curfew, just to spend more time with Grandpappy and Adam, then this was a rare opportunity. A gentleman like Adam was not one to turn down a couple ladies. So they stayed, and they danced some more, and then when it all wrapped up, they headed home under the stars. Adam and his date was in one buggy, my Grandpappy and his date was in another. Right as my Grandpappy and Adam was about to fork off to go their own separate ways for the night, he noticed Adam wasn’t looking too good and remembered he’d been holding it the whole time. My Grandpappy, having probably peed behind a bush 3-4 times throughout the course of the night, new Adam had to be in bad shape. Kids, buggies were slow! Real slow! It’s not like riding in a car, no! It’d take a couple hours to get the miles down the road to Adam’s house, and HERS, the dates, was past that in the opposite direction! So my Grandpappy said ‘Adam, stop that buggy once you get into those woods, and tell your date, that your Momma told you to pick her some berries on the way home. You get out of sight behind some brush, and you relieve yourself.’ Adam was looking pretty pale at this point, and he said he’d stop and pee only as a last resort, because there wasn’t much a chance of his date believing the story about the berries. But kids, stubborn as Adam was, there wasn’t a chance that he was stopping with that lady in tow. And Adam sure wasn’t gonna stop off home to use his outhouse neither. Well, Adam gets her home, kisses her hand goodnight, whips his buggy around and BOOKS IT home….  And they found Adam… next morning… on the side of the road… DEAD FROM A RUPTURED BLADDER!”

Shock, giggling, and ‘ew’s from all the kids.

“So kids, the moral of the story is, don’t stand on ceremony, if you gotta go, GO! Speaking of which, I’ll see you kids later!” And, just like that, he’d shoot up, chuckling, pretending to be rushing to the bathroom. Grandparents, Parents, and  the older, already indoctrinated kids exploding with laughter.

Looking back on this, all I can think is- Wait what? Was that a real story? Was that whole elaborate bit of performance art building up to the punchline of the fake pee break? It’s possible this instance of my Great Grandpa’s absurdist sense of humor was infectious enough to become a family tradition, even while being fully made up.

Or, was this  bladder story some version of a real event? It Is equally possible this strange tale of some long dead dude’s very personal injury has been morbidly enjoyed, for over a hundred years, by my family; that it all started with my apparently gossipy great great great Grandpa. There is also the possibility that some long buried family incontinence caused this lesson about peeing frequently to be passed down via folktale for generations. Whatever the case, this and the other stories in Great Grandpa’s catalog felt like an initiation: ‘Welcome to the family, you too will be laughing at confused children someday,’