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!

dysfunctional-college-roommates  asked:

42 + andreil? :)

It only took me all month to answer this! So sorry!

42: “I swear it was an accident.”

Andrew hasn’t even made it into the apartment and already he knows there’s trouble. His first hint is the smell: smoke. Not cigarette smoke, but a gross, acrid, burnt smoky smell. The second hint is the wail of the smoke detector and indistinct shouting. The third and most telling hint is that the door is half open, a definite no-no in the Minyard-Josten household.

I am so done with this shit Andrew thinks and then What the fuck is Neil doing? He pushes the door open, wrinkling his nose at the smell, which is almost overpowering.

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out, voice heavy on the sarcasm.

Neil comes tearing around the corner, shirtless and inexplicably covered in blood.

“Oh my god! Andrew!” Neil yells. He’s holding a bloody towel and trying, ineffectually, to keep the blood from dripping on the floor. “I swear it was an accident!”

Andrew drops his bags and strides forward, checking Neil over. The wounds are superficial and look a lot like scratches. But that doesn’t explain the bloody nose.

“What the fuck happened?” Andrew demands.

“Neil, I can’t find Sir anywhere—oh…” Andrew stares hard at the man who has just walked out of the bedroom—he and Neil’s bedroom. “Andrew! Hey, uh, wow. This is awkward.”

Their landlord, Aubrey, is for reasons unknown also shirtless and covered in scratches. Andrew looks at Aubrey, then at Neil, his face as blank as always.

“Explain.”

Neil looks on the verge of a breakdown. “Aubrey, can you shut off the damn smoke detector? I swear to God I am about to lose my mind…” Neil hops up on the kitchen counter, head tipped back to try and stop the bleeding. “Christ. This is what I get for trying to be romantic.”

Aubrey snorts and Andrew shoots him a nasty glare. The snort turns into a terrified meep. Aubrey busies himself with the smoke detector, climbing on top of one of their chairs and unscrewing the covering to remove the batteries. The ceiling fans, Andrew notices, are circulating at top power and all the windows are open, letting in the muggy summer heat.

“So, what had happened was,” Neil starts. “I wanted to make you dinner.” Already Andrew is shaking his head. “I know! I know I’m not supposed to use the oven while you’re gone but I was just going to heat up some bread while I microwaved a lasagna. But I got distracted by the game… you know… and the lasagna blew up in the microwave.” Neil waves his hand to indicate the mess dripping out of the microwave onto the counter and floor. It looks like something from a horror film. “I started trying to clean that up,” Neil continues, “but I forgot I had the bread in the oven.”

“You forgot to mention the salad,” Aubrey interrupts. He looks like he’s enjoying this story too much, or maybe he’s just enjoying the view of Neil without his shirt. Andrew places a protective hand on Neil’s thigh and squeezes.

“Right, the salad. I bought a salad in a bag and I put the glass salad bowl Allison gave us on top of the stove so I wouldn’t forget.” Andrew already knows where this is going. “But I didn’t realize that I had accidentally turned on the burner when I turned on the oven? So the bowl got super hot and exploded!” Neil spreads out his fingers to mime an explosion. “Some of the glass sliced me. It scared the crap out of King and Sir. I stepped on some glass trying to go look for them. Then the bread I don’t know caught fire? Or something? It started smoking and set off the alarm.”

“Meanwhile I was getting calls from y’all’s neighbors about the noise and came up to check,” Aubrey interjects. “Neil answers the door covered in blood so I, uh, took off my shirt to staunch the bleeding.”

Andrew literally cannot believe Aubrey. He just stares at him. Stupid Aubrey and his 5’5” and his stupid football player build.

“While we were talking King snuck out,” Neil points at the door. “Aubrey chased him and brought him back but King scratched the shit out of him. We managed to get him in the bathroom. Which, okay, everything was fine but my feet were bleeding and I slipped on the linoleum and Aubrey tried to catch me and we both went down and I hit my nose on the side of the tub. Hurt like a motherfucker.”

“He swore a lot,” Aubrey adds.

“Right, so, that’s it. In a nutshell. Totally an accident, all of it.”

Andrew surveys Neil, bloody and with bruises already blossoming on his skin. He takes in the wrecked kitchen, the bloody footprints leading everywhere. The oven is open, the last of the smoke drifting out of the apartment. Through the open window he can see two charred baguettes smoldering on the balcony. Lastly, he looks at Aubrey, still clutching his blood stained T-shirt to his obnoxiously waxed and muscled chest.

“Well,” Andrew says, “this is a cluster.”

—–

After Aubrey leaves Andrew takes care of Neil, cleaning up his injuries like he’s done time and time again, though this is the first time that Neil has ever sustained culinary-related wounds. Thankfully the scratches and cuts are shallow but Neil will have black eyes from the nose job.

Once Andrew is done with First Aid he carries Neil back to the bedroom, settling him down on the bed. Sir, who has been hiding on the high shelves in the closet, jumps down and joins Neil. Andrew lets King out of the bathroom and King gives an indignant merow before getting on the bed. All four of them form a pile of bodies, human and feline. King settles on Andrew’s chest, kneading him and purring, sharp claws poking through his shirt. Sir licks the side of Neil’s face.

“I’m really sorry, Drew,” Neil sighs. “I wanted to do something nice for you and it ended up a disaster.”

“That’s what you get for breaking house rules,” Andrew grumps, flicking Neil’s ear. “But… thanks.”

Neil looks at him, blue eyes wide and startled. Andrew flicks him again. “But I better not catch you in our bedroom with another man, again.”

Neil laughs, head tipped back on the pillow. “Can you believe Aubrey took his shirt off? Who does he think he is, Magic Mike?”

Andrew groans. “Never should have let Nicky pick that one for movie night.”

They’re quiet for a minute; the only noise is the sound of the cats purring. Andrew scratches behind King’s ears and then does the same thing to Neil. Neil squints at him but smiles and leans into his touch.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Neil says.

Andrew tugs at Neil’s earlobe. “Glad to be back.”

Pulse Part 8

Part 7

Genre: ANGST
Words: 1,821
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Stalking, injuries, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by 0awesome0mix0vol1

There was a sea of people surrounding you. Unfamiliar faces swarmed through your hazy vision and voices were muffled, barely audible at all through the constant ringing in your ears. You couldn’t distinguish anything through your heavy eyes except for the white tiled ceiling above you.

The panicked atmosphere seemed to consume you, muffled voices sounding determined yet rushed. There was a red spot in your vision, no doubt from blood that had gotten into your eye, and it was covering the view from your left side. It was hard to tell what was hurting, your brain only knowing that something everything was.

A bag valve mask was placed over your mouth, attempting to adjust the rate of your breathing. You weren’t sure if it was too rapid or too slow. You couldn’t feel your heartbeat, you couldn’t feel your breathing, you couldn’t feel your own skin. All you could feel was air rush past as each person reached for equipment.

And then a face moved past the red spot in your vision, leaning over you and mouthing something to you with so much resolve, that you couldn’t look away. His eyes pierced into yours, breaking open whatever trance your body was in. You were sent gasping for air through the mask, and your ears opened up to the sound around you.

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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

wet dream ;)

I don’t usually dream about peeing, but I’ve noticed recently that I’ve had to get up a bunch in the night to pee lately. Not sure if it’s drinking more before bed or what, but this morning I woke up around 6 and felt a little twinge in my bladder, only to go back to sleep…then in my dream I was *bursting*. Not like I kinda had to go, but like I was on the very edge of losing control. And I was very, very turned on by it. 

I was with a group of people, and standing there with my legs crossed, feeling myself desperate and enjoying it. I excused myself to find a bathroom, and went to one but it was out of order. I crossed my legs and grinded into myself a little, both desperate and turned on. I haven’t had a real accident in public in a long long time, and this felt so real, and the riskiness made it even hotter. “Fuuuuck” I moaned out load - in my dream I had no inhibitions - and I rubbed my pussy a little. I tried to think of where I could find another bathroom, and then suddenly I was in a big house and I knew there must be more. I went down a set of stairs, feeling my bladder tender with every step. I saw someone and asked them - with my legs crossed so I wouldn’t lose control - where the bathroom was. I saw them look at my legs, and told them I was desperate. They reached out and stroked my bladder, causing me to shiver on the spot. I told them not to tease me, and was trying to tell if they wanted to play too, but the urge took over and I followed their instructions to the next bathroom. 


I opened the door, and there was just a toilet, no flush or anything. I wiggled and squirmed, telling myself I shouldn’t use it and needed to find a proper toilet. “But I have to ..gooooo…” I whimpered to myself, and decided to just let out a little squirt. As I started to pull down my pants, I felt a wave of desperation and horniness overcome me - fuck, fuck, I was dribbling. I squatted over the toilet and let it out, moaning and shaking. I told myself I had to stop it though, and squeezed to stop. God it felt so good, but I felt so naughty when I put my pants back on, knowing I still had to go….I walked out of there…and immediately crossed my legs and squirmed again. I really couldn’t wait, but told myself I needed to find the next bathroom with a real toilet. I walked, for what felt like forever, stopping and squatting with my heel in my pussy ( a real technique I use when I’m super desperate), crossing my legs, holding myself - much bolder than I usually am in public. Finally, I found another door, I was jumping up and down at this point, so desperate, and found the same toilet as before, but my bladder gave out - I couldn’t hold on any longer. I felt the wetness between my legs and whimpered - I had to goooo…I rushed over and pulled down my pants, the stream already exploding out - and let it all rush out…..


I wasn’t even done in my dream, when I woke up for real. I hadn’t leaked *at all* (go me!) but had my hands between my legs, tightly squeezed together, and felt like I was about to explode. I squirmed, and quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, almost losing control on the way, only to let go again - this time in real life- and so much gushed out of me. I was amazed I had actually held it all after losing control twice in my dream….but what a good dream it was ;) 

(god I’m so turned on even rewriting this…)

The Way You Looked at Me. [Chapter Three]

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst

College AU!

Word Count: 2.6k

Song for this chapter: 약속 (EXO 2014) 

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Y/N

The next few days went by so quickly, and we’ve had one dance rehearsal with the new members and surprise surprise, Hoseok didn’t show. He was always stubborn when it came to his own words, if he wasn’t going to or didn’t want to do something then, he simply will not do it. Unless something really urged him to do so, sometimes it took a lot of effort and motivation to get Hobi off his butt to do something, but he knows right from wrong and will do things accordingly.

It’s move in day today, which meant students were going to be all over campus carrying lots and lots of boxes and suitcases full of useless junk that we don’t end up using during our stay in the dorms. New year means a new roommate, last year’s roommate was a little patronising but she was nice I guess? Our rooms were always nice and big, more like a mini apartment space excluding the kitchen. The room I had last year had me sharing a bedroom space with the roomie and let’s just say that was a slight inconvenience for the both of us who had boyfriends. But this time I knew for sure I asked for a room with separated bedrooms, you ever know what could happen, I certainly didn’t want to see naked strangers in the same room as me. Don’t ask.

I parked my car and took out my suitcases, rolling them to my designated room. Opening the door I was greeted by a large open living area, a space where I could do dance practice, putting my stuff down by the couch I snooped around to see if my roommate was here yet, but to my surprise they weren’t. I didn’t want to pick a room and be rude before the other person I had to live with for the next year could get a say, so I just continued to bring my luggage in and out of the room until I was done.

I was growing increasingly impatient as I waited, I wanted to unpack my shit and go to bed and be ready for dance practice again tomorrow but no sign of anyone, until a struggled knock at a door sounded through the room. Getting up, I sighed and rolled my eyes wondering why they can’t use their own keys to open the door. I was about to ask them that very question but my eyes were met with a familiar pair of eyes.

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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 reading 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!

I’d like to think I know what makes a good TV show…so I have one question..why is no one talking about People of Earth?

It’s got solid reception by TV critics and the audience, and it’s even been renewed for a second season. The writing is clever, the premise is unique, the characters have quirks and none of them are perfect- they feel very human (even the alien characters, lol). It’s funny, but also suspenseful and kind of creepy, which surprised me considering it was made by the same creators of the Office and Parks & Rec. I can’t wait to see the questions brought up in the finale finally be answered. 

It’s genuinely entertaining and I hate to see a show that has such advantages basically pass under the radar. I can certainly say that I’ve not seen anything like it, and that means a lot. It also does things that a lot of TV shows don’t do and I think that they should. Here are some things it did that I liked.

  • There are women of all different body types and ages on the show and all of them are acknowledged as being attractive, but the main focus is placed on their personality and their experiences. It’s nice to see so many body types represented well on the screen. 
  • The alien characters are surprisingly fresh and they don’t speak like typical “Aliens”, they speak like us, which feels more believable. I mean, if aliens really were trying to invade for centuries, don’t you think they would have learned how to blend in on Earth at this point? 
  • One of the characters is revealed partway through the show as being gay. I think the show creators wanted it to seem surprising, since he’s a very masculine guy and he seems very rural and more small-town in terms of his values. But that shouldn’t be surprising at all. What I like is that “being gay” isn’t treated like his whole character identity. It’s relevant to the scene where it’s revealed, but “being gay” isn’t solely what his character is based on. He is gay. He is also kind. And supportive. And hard-working. And honest, even though he might say things that make other people feel uncomfortable. He’s a complete character, who is also gay. I’m so sick of seeing a caricature of gay people on TV, where the only information we know about them is their sexuality, or where their sexuality is treated as some sort of “character quirk”. When his son asks him to pick a “story” between being gay or being abducted by aliens, he says “Neither of those things are a choice.” I wish he had gotten more screen time, since he was a really intriguing character, but what can you do. 
  • The show features a Hispanic priest who was in a funk jazz band, an African American journalist who excels at his job and writes ground-breaking journalism, and a curvy African-American post-office lady who can set up freaking booby traps like, damn, that’s impressive. I want to know how to set up booby traps.  
  • One of the aliens (who is referred to with “he/him” pronouns, so I think he’s a guy) is PROBABLY IN LOVE WITH THE OTHER MALE ALIEN AND THEY SHOULD HAVE HUGGED OR SOMETHING WHILE THEY HAD THE CHANCE
  • The show’s atmosphere is very unsettling. Not exactly creepy, not even to the level of Stranger Things, but you constantly have the feeling that something more devilish is at work behind the scenes, and there is an impending doom approaching that the characters are only just beginning to grasp. Something unexpected, surprising. 
  • There is a very attractive Nordic-looking alien whose main purpose is to nurture others and give them whatever emotional/physical support they need and just be accommodating. And they could have given a woman this role but they gave it to a man, like kudos. He’s the antithesis of toxic masculinity. He’s shy and just wants the person he likes to be happy, even if he can’t make her happy. He apologizes for things that aren’t even his fault. He’s quiet and openly emotional. He’s not assertive, he’s not concerned with dominance, and he is motivated by the desire to care for others. He learns how to stand up for himself more near the end of the series but he’s still such a sweetie.
  • I never knew for sure what was going to happen next. I could sense all of the romantic implications, but that’s because my shipping sensors are so fine-tuned. But as far as the rest of the plot goes, it was a wild ride. I like being able to guess and come up with theories, instead of saying “This is going to happen, I already know.” 
  • This is a minor thing, but the colors were really fresh and bright. They seemed to pop off the screen. 
  • There was a lot of emotional moments, but nothing felt overplayed or downplayed. It was just right. The characters felt a lot of emotion, but they would only explode under the right circumstances, where it made sense with their character and the level of stress they were placed under. It felt real. And that’s saying a lot for a show about alien abductions and conspiracies. 


People of Earth fandom, take me to your leader. 

Damn Right (Alec Lightwood x reader)

@dreamwalker08 requested

Can I please have 19,27,30, and 31 for Alec Lightwood from Shadowhunters where the reader keeps saying cheesy pickup lines to annoy him and he says one that gets the reader all flustered? Sorry if it’s too much to ask, you’re just an amazing writer!!!

19. “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back”

27. “I know I’m a handful but that’s why you’ve got two hands”

30. “I love you even if you fart in your sleep”

31.”Lets cuddle so I can steal your body heat”

When (Y/n) was bored, she loved to annoy the hell out of people. She likes how her comments could make people flinch in frustration. She got this trait, of course, from spending her time with Jace.

Alec was most fun to annoy. It was easy. saying cheesy pick up lines was enough to make him roll his eyes.

“Hey,” (Y/n) called to Alec, who was polishing his bow. Alec only hummed in response, but he didn’t look away. (Y/n) sat next to him. She whispered, “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”

Alec froze for a moment, but then sighed in annoyance. He knew this was one of (Y/n)’s days where she could annoy the hell out of him. He simply looked sideways. “Really, (Y/n)?”

She smiled innocently.

*

That afternoon, (Y/n) trained with Alec. It was hand to hand combat, where (Y/n) would lose more times than not. But this time she swore to herself she would win.

Alec got (Y/n) in a side headlock. She turned her head towards Alec so she could breathe. She punched his ribs and pulled Alec head back with her free hand. Alec struggled to stay in position, but he eventually let go and let (Y/n) throw him to the ground.

When (Y/n) saw that his hand were red, she winked, “I know I’m a handful but that’ s why you’ve got two hands.”

It took a while for Alec to register what she said, but when he did, (Y/n) was already out of the room.

He was really getting annoyed.

*

After dinner, Alec was in his room, studying the papers laid out in front of him. He fell asleep. He woke up a few minutes later to a familiar voice.

“Well that smells,” the fake-disgusted voice said, and Alec woke up with a jolt.

He rolled his eyes when he realizes it’s just (Y/n). “What are you doing here?”

(Y/n) ignored him. “You fart in your sleep,” she remarked, “But don’t worry, I love you even if you fart in your sleep.”

Alec felt like he was going to explode. The cheesy pick up lines were overwhelming.

“Enough,” he stated and advanced on her just to throw her on the bed. Alec climbed on to the bed with her and gently wrapped his hands around her.

“Let’s cuddle so I can steal your body heat,” he whispered.

(Y/n)’s cheeks turned crimson immediately. She was not expecting this. “Did you just f-flirt with me?” 

“Damn right.”

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The Makeup Artist -/Fionn Whitehead Part 1.

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Hi, it’s Tia! I apologise for not posting in a while, I’ve had major writer’s block and my life has just been hectic. I should have loads of imagines posted soon! 

I got this idea and I thought it would be perfect for a miniseries and for it to be about Fionn. The romance will happen soon, don’t worry! The first part was for you to get an insight and what not!

If you have some requests regarding Fionn, send them ‘here’.

Hope you enjoy. xx

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The crisp air causes a crimson pigment to proclaim on the apples of your cheeks as you strolled down the street to get to your destination of the set for Dunkirk. You were lucky to grasp this job vacancy as it was a huge opportunity for your career in makeup. From the experience you had, you normally had to bring your own equipment. However, with this project being funded vastly, you were not required to bring any of your own possessions. Foremost, the actors also needed to illustrate all of their struggles and challenges through makeup (which would allow the acting to look more realistic): they had to look dirty and shiny. Not with fresh looking faces and with all of their blemishes covered up, no. They needed to look like someone had literally slapped them in the face with dirt.

Grasping onto the warm coffee cup, you started to see the set approach you. The hundreds of extras dotted around the beach front, already dressed in their costumes but faces looking fresh, not aesthetically suitable for the scene that would be filmed, shortly.

Nodding your head in a greeting manner every time you walked past one of the crew members, you walked to one of the makeup stations, situated at the top of the beach near the brick wall. You placed your back pack on the white plastic table and your latte next to it. Each of the makeup items had already been placed on the white tables in the tent, ready for usage.

The organisation for the makeup artists and stylists were that each makeup artist was given one of the listed characters (main characters) while the extras were just about working fast to get to each of them. There were over a dozen makeup artists on the set, which meant not all of them got one of the main characters, however, you were lucky enough to catch your grab on Harry, Harry Styles. Which when you found out you had Harry, you were bewildered. Surely, he would have someone more experienced or even his own personal makeup artists than little ole’ me?

Taking a large gulp of your drink, your eyes brightened at the sight of Harry and Fionn approaching your station. If you were to say you were a little bit more excited to see Fionn than Harry, would that be deemed wrong? Although over the time period of a couple of months of working on the set, you and Harry had become close, friend-wise that is, the boy is too disgusting to be seen as anything further. Even off set, with the limited time you do have off, you and Harry would go and adventure out together.

“Hi, Harry. Fionn..?” You trailed, knowing how hectic it was to get the characters looking dirty with the limited amount of time you had, so why was Fionn still looking fresh and cute? Not that the cute had any relevance, but…

“Oi, an’ where is my coffee,” Harry said with a slight huff, then finishing with a smirk.

“I’m your makeup artist Harry, not your assistant,” you joked back and motioned for Harry to sit on the chair so you could start the makeup application.

“Tha’s fine then, I’ll just have som’ of yours,” Harry smirked and grabbed your coffee cup and took a sip. With a huff and the roll of both of your eyes, you muttered that Harry could have the rest. Legitimately a child, he was.

“Oh, an’ Fionn is jus’ gonna hang here fo’ a bit, cause’ Sandra is busy sorting out Barry because one of the makeup artists called in sick,” Harry said, while intently watching you as you sorted all of the makeup that you would need specifically for Harry, as there were some extras that weren’t necessary.

“I may as well as do you as well, Fionn. That is, if I finish with Harry in enough time,” You replied, looking at Fionn as you spoke. A blush makes its way to your cheeks, but you are hoping loud mouth (Harry) wouldn’t pick up on that.

“You make that sound like a gang bang, love,” Harry smirked. A gasp escaped your mouth as you gently slapped Harry on the top of the head. A laugh erupted from Fionn, which caused you to smile.

“S'not nice is it,” Harry mumbled and then took another sip of your drink. You rolled your eyes before grabbing the extra chair and shuffled it closer to Harry so you could apply the makeup. Fionn had already situated himself on the extra chair and watched you apply the makeup.

“Gotta’ make you look like you’ve been beaten when I could do that without the makeup, with the way you are going with annoying me, I could give you two black eyes fo’ free,” you mumbled sarcastically as you dipped the makeup sponge in the brown pigmented makeup. Harry’s eyebrows scrunched up and pouted his lips.

“Told yah, Fionn. She bullies me,” Harry mumbled.

“Nah, mate, she’s fuckin’ funny,” Fionn replied causing your cheeks to explode in a redness. Harry’s eyes widened when he caught the eruption of crimson cover the apples of your cheeks.

“Oi oi…” Harry said with a smirk. You attempted to hide the ever-growing blush on your face by untucking the piece of hair behind your ear. You padded more of the brown pigment onto your sponge and dabbed it around Harry’s eye. At the same moment, Harry raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in Fionn’s direction.

“Stop it…” You mumbled and tried to focus on the makeup application. Once you were finished with Harry’s makeup, it was Fionn’s turn.

“Right, you’re done, mister. Fionn, it’s your turn,” you said while placing your items down and finding a clean-unused sponge. More so, making yourself look busy so you could avoid Harry’s teasing smirk. When you looked back up, Fionn was now sat on the chair and Harry sat where Fionn once was. You gave Harry a knowing look as he still needed his hair done, which only received a smirk and a shrug as a response.

After dabbing the right amount of makeup onto the sponge, you started applying it to Fionn’s face. The close proximity of the both of your faces made it incredibly hard for you to focus. Being this close to his face allowed you to see the intricate details of his face: from his freckles to his mole on his chin, to the beautiful green tint in his eyes.

Also at this very moment, Fionn was inspecting your intricate details: to how beautiful you looked with the minimal makeup you were wearing, to your plump cherry tinted lips that looked incredibly kissable.

To say that it was hard for him to compose himself was definite.

To say that it was hard for you to keep your professional conduct together was also a definite

You almost had to stop breathing because you were afraid of breathing in his face. That was how close you were to his face. What if your breath was bad? Had the Latte you had earlier affected the smell? Probably.

He almost had to close his eyes because all he could stare at was your lips. What if he accidentally kissed you? Would you have kissed back? Would it have made things incredibly awkward? Probably.

“It looks like you both are gonna’ kiss, wit’ how close you are,” Harry teased, causing you and Fionn to move away from each other abruptly. Fionn’s hand awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, while you coughed to try and disguise your blushing.

“Um, yeah, you’re done Fionn,” you mumbled and placed the makeup down, refusing to look him in the eyes as you were too embarrassed.

“Uh, thanks, love,” Fionn replied and got up from his seat. One of the makeup artists approached the tent and explained how you were asked for, seeing as there were fewer hands with sorting the makeup out.

“I’ll see you two later, then. And, Harry you owe me a latte,” you said and waved goodbye. Once you collected all the makeup items you needed and was out of sight, Harry turned and smirked at Fionn.

“Now, I thought The Notebook was the most romantic thing I’ve seen, but damn, I was wrong,” Harry smirked.

“Shut up, Harry.”

“You should get her number, ask her out on a date. You both seem keen on each other,” Harry said while raising his eyebrows.

“She’ll just say no,” Fionn mumbled.

“Mate, Y/N was basically eye-fucking you, doubt she’ll say no,” Harry chuckled and patted Fionn’s shoulder, gesturing him to move, seeing as they were needed by their hair stylists.

“Let me work some magic and I’ll get you a date with her,” Harry said while putting his thumbs up.

“Oh dear god.”

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

AmazingBombDisposer

♡ the way jian yi chose to convey the intensity of his feelings for zhan zheng xi honestly makes me so emotional. his answer wasn’t a simple ‘yes’ or just ‘i like you’ but ‘i like you so much that i’m going to explode’. it’s just so immensely beautiful and powerful because he is fully letting zhan know with every fiber of his being that this isn’t just a simple crush; it literally overwhelms jian yi how much he loves this man, to the point that his body feels like it will detonate like a bomb.

also when jian yi rushes to the bathroom and tells zhan to wait for him, I just love the fact that zhan zheng xi waits so patiently. he doesn’t rush or pressure him, tell him to just answer him already, or knock on the bathroom door roughly etc.. he knows this is difficult for jian yi to talk about and he wants to give him the space he needs and let him answer him at his own time. jian yi said he was going to be serious in answering all of his questions and zhan trusts him. zhan gives jian yi all the time and space he needs to collect himself without pressure.

and then when jian yi is done freaking out, he gathers his courage and comes out of the bathroom and we don’t even see his face at all at first; zhan says his name, jian yi says his, and then jian yi puts his finger under zhan’s chin [which gave me serious ch.168 ‘i want to protect you’ scene vibes since he did it then too], he basically calls zhan an idiot because this man is too dense to recognize jian yi’s obvious feelings, and then, we finally get to see jian yi’s face and he is so determined and serious, jian yi is cupping both of his hands around the back of zhan’s neck and just fucking says that beautiful line: ‘i like you so much i’m going to explode’. my heart honestly clenched. jian yi loves zhan so much.

just wow. zhanyi is beautiful. my love for this ship has no limit. (◕‿◕✿)

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BOOKS READ IN 2017radio silence by alice oseman

I wonder sometimes whether you’ve exploded already, like a star, and what I’m seeing you is three million years into the past, and you’re not here anymore. How can we be together here, now, when you are so far away. When you are so far ago? I’m shouting so loudly, but you never turn around to see me. Perhaps it is I who has already exploded. Either way, we are going to bring beautiful things into the universe.

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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Silent [M]

Request: Hoseok smut where you’re in the dorm and have to be quiet omg I’m dead at the thought. pls 👏🏼

A/n: I dedicate this to @chokemejimin / @the95liner for reaching 20k. and I also would like to dedicate this to all my Hobi babes. there are too many of you to tag haha

Genre: SMUT, Dom!Hoseok, breath play

Words: 2.6kish

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

You moaned as your back sank into the mattress. Your tired body welcomed the softness with open arms, grateful that Hoseok had convince you to buy a mattress cover. You pulled his sweatshirt over your face and breathed in the comfort. If you couldn’t be near him, at least you could smell him.

The two of you hadn’t spend a lot of time together as he has spent every waking hour in the practice studio preparing for his comeback and you were swamped with trying to balance school and your waitressing job. You missed him, more than you wanted to admit. Most nights you spent playing phone tag, hoping that both of you would be awake at the same time.

Like clockwork, your phone went off. You reached for your phone only to see his name flash across the screen and you smiled.

Hoseok 2:35 AM: Come over

Hoseok 2:35 AM: I need you

Hoseok 2:36 AM: Now

You shot up in bed as your read his messages, a growing panic rising in your chest. “Shit” you muttered as your dropped your phone as soon as you pressed the call button. When you held the phone to your ear all you could hear was deep breathing.

“Hoseok? What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly.

But he kept breathing. “Hoseok?” You called again.

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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


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


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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boyfriend!dean;

Originally posted by xiuhun

  • hahahah fuk
  • OKAY first of all, lemme set the mood
  • so you first met dean because you auditioned to be the lead in a music video for him
  • the concept was pretty cool, and you’re a convincing enough actor so you get the part right off the bat
  • (you don’t know that dean actually picked you bc he saw your audition video and couldn’t stop thinking about you for the next twenty four hours)
  • so you get to the set, go through hair and makeup and you’re all done up, waiting to be told what to do
  • you haven’t actually met dean yet but you’re not too nervous bc honestly its just a video, you and him probably won’t even be that intimate (lmao)
  • so he walks into the room with the director of the video and almost immediately his cheeks go bright red
  • he’s stuttering as he introduces himself “I’m dean hyuk- I mean kwon dean- i mean… ugh” 
  • he’s just so cute!!! wow!!!
  • you end up giggling at him and he smiles a lil, at least glad you aren’t like disgusted by how shy he is
  • you two exchange pleasantries and the director begins explaining the plot he’s got and what he wants you two to do
  • the video actually requires a LOT of skinship tho… like a lot
  • if dean already wasn’t about to explode of awkwardness he is now
  • you too, are kind of nervous
  • but dean really looks like he sweatin damn
  • so you decide to crack a few cheesy jokes to ease the mood
  • (I’m stealing this corny joke from a site) “why did Beethoven get rid of his  chickens? because they kept saying ‘bach-bach-bach’” 
  • he actually laughs so hard he snorts and suddenly the mood is ruined for the director but its so much lighter between the two of you
  • you keep cracking jokes every time he starts looking worried again, and he’s actually thankful, giggling into your neck for one scene and biting his lip in another
  • the director wants to kill y'all 
  • but the video ends up perfect and dean kinda fell in love at first sight with you
  • he ends up asking you more confidently out to dinner, and you two hit it off
  • early in the relationship, he’s not super into pda
  • like he’ll maybe touch your lower back while you’re walking or kiss your cheek when no one is looking, but later down the road he’s so damn affectionate you almost wanna fight him
  • always singing
  • in the shower
  • while he’s cooking
  • in the car
  • look,,, this kid is so fucking annoying bc his voice is actually good
  • like you’re just innocently enjoying a song on the radio and dean has to pull out some extra ass riffs and high notes and basically out sings every song you put on
  • one time you tried to listen to beyonce in the car and he was about to attempt her high notes in love on top and you just. reached over and grabbed his tongue
  • like just deadass grabbed his tongue
  • he looked at you mortified and you were like “enough
  • but you enjoy his singing when you’re sleeping, especially when he’s singing about how much he loves you
  • wakes you up by singing super loud in the shower every saturday morning
  • *him, singing super loudly and purposefully off key* “I looOOOOOOOOOoooooOOOVe my baby-”
  • *you, half asleep in bed, tempted to finish him off once and for all* SHUT UP
  • he dances like a dad ok
  • y'all go to the club and you’re actually just so embarrassed bc he just… like he just sways his hips with a beer in his hand and attempts some form of a movement with his arms
  • its ok you don’t like him for his dance moves
  • always kissing your neck
  • loves biting you
  • kisses the back of your hand while he’s driving and nips your fingertips
  • when y'all are in bed he’s like biting into your neck and growling bc he literally can’t hold back you make him unravel so easily and haha… dam
  • obsessed with your body and pleasuring you
  • will go down on you for hours bc he just loves it, loves the sight of you when he does
  • always has to be touching you
  • has a hand on your thigh, not even sexually like he just likes touching your thighs cause theyre warm and soft
  • actually takes naps on you a lot
  • he’ll splay out on you while you’re laid on the couch and he’ll nestle his face into your neck and wrap his arms around you before clocking out
  • its cute the first few times but its not so cute when you gotta pee
  • “baby… baby please I gotta pee and you’re crushing my bladder”
  • “hmm… no… no thanks”
  • you’ve got to beat him on the back before he releases you
  • you read him zodiac memes a lot and whenever you get to scorpio he just rolls his eyes so hard cause most are so cliche (if you’re a scorpio you two just roll your eyes together lmao)
  • your birthday is his favorite day of the year
  • he’ll wake you up with kisses, make you breakfast in bed, and then will force you out of the house for the rest of the day bc he’s planned a surprise party for you
  • does not understand personal space
  • you know that tweet thats like “*pulls curtain back while wife is in the shower* me: Are we - stop screaming, it’s just me- are we out of Cheetos?”
  • thats dean
  • you’re like shitting on the toilet and he walks in like “yo that stinks, anyway I’m taking the dog for a walk to the store do you want something”
  • you throw a roll of toilet paper at him and he’s like lol why you throwing that you’re gonna need it judging by the smell
  • probably proposes to you while you’re half asleep, tucked under his arm while you watch a movie
  • he just slips out an expensive ring, smiles as your tired eyes widen, and then chuckles, “i guess this means you really are wifey now, huh?” 
  • dean is basically just such a good bf and loves you a lot and can’t get enough, lucky you
Shortcake (Connor Murphy X Reader)

AN; The reader is like so innocent she’s like— borderline anime girl. Not exactly the request I got, but close! This is all over the place. Short reader, loves! I just love the nickname shortcake lmao

WC; 1,369

TW; weeeeeeeed, suicide mention :<, anger con :,<

Your skirt bounced and your flats clicked as you practically skipped through the hallways, happiness radiating from you. You spotted Connor Murphy and your heart stopped, then sped back up. You smiled happily and caught up to him, poking him on the arm.

“Hey, Connor!” You laughed as he turned to you, a surprised look on his face. His face fell into a small smile, and he halfheartedly waved at you. You had been Connor’s only friend before he had tried to commit suicide, and you helped him recover afterwards. Due to spending so much time together, you had fallen in love together without letting the other know. You were heartbroken when you found out he tried to end his own life because he felt alone and misunderstood. You felt like you failed your job as being his friend, so you decided you would try to be more than his friend eventually.

“Hey, shortcake.” Connor said warmly, using your nickname.

“Beanpole.” You smiled up at him, gently punching him. Connor laughed and looked up, walking straight ahead.

“Hey, do you wanna skip 8th period with me, go smoke behind the school?” Connor said, smirking and looking at you.

“Oh, uh, are you sure we won’t get in trouble? I’m not smoking though.” You whispered, curiosity in your eyes.

“C’mon, shortcake, I’m an expert.” Connor winked at you and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the school without getting noticed. Your face was pink by the time you both got the the risers on the track. Connor went underneath, pulling you gently behind him. He sat against a pole and dug a blunt out of his pocket, lighting it. You sat criss-cross in the grass, pushing your skirt down to cover everything. You started playing with the flowers around you while smiling like a child. Connor blew smoke upwards,  glancing at you occasionally. He blushed every time he saw you giggle and put a flower in your french braid. You eventually made eye contact and Connor spoke up.

“You want a hit?” Connor laughed, coughing a bit.

“Uhm, I don’t know how to?” You squeaked, tucking a flower behind your ear. Connor laughed and shook his head, his eyes slowly turning a bit red. You stared at Connor’s frizzy hair as an idea popped into your head.

“Can I braid your hair?” You blurted, a cute innocent look in your eyes. Connor shrugged and shifted so his back was facing you. You started to french braid flowers into his hair, mostly so he would match you. Connor mumbled a few curse words when you pulled on his hair to put a rubber band around it.

“I’m wearing this all day.” Connor mumbled, touching it gently. You giggled and gently rain a finger over the braid happily.. Connor made butterflies appear in your stomach, no matter what he was doing. You were in love with him. Connor scooted forward a bit and leaned back, resting his head in your lap. He had put the blunt out and on the ground.

“Can we just lay here together?” Connor asked, looking into your eyes happily. You turned red and nodded, gently touching his face. Connor sighed happily and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Oh gosh, oh my goodness.” You whispered. “I’m in love with you.”

Only thirty minutes later did you wake Connor up for 9th period. He groaned and rolled over, right off your lap.

“9th period?” Connor croaked.

“Mhm,” You hummed, grabbing your little purse and standing up.

“Did you just let me sleep on you or something?” Connor asked, rubbing his eyes and standing up.

“Uh, yeah, pretty much.” You smiled, letting him take your hand and sneak you back into the school right as the bell rang and teens flooded out of the hallways. People stopped and started whispering and laughing as you and Connor walked next to each other.

“Why is everyone staring?” Connor grumbled, looking at you confused. You face lit up bright red as you realized Connor still had a braid and flowers in his hair.

“O-Oh, um, your-you let me, er, do your hair? A-And I put flowers i-in it?” You whispered, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway. Connor stopped a few feet ahead of you, going tense.

“What?” Connor asked coldly, trying to control his anger. People thought he was a freak already, and this is not what he needed. Now people were going to call him gay.

“I-I’m sorry Connor I-” You began, stepping forward with your hands up.

“Wow, Connor, now your hair makes you look like a hippie school shooter!” An annoying kid named Jared Kleinman called out, laughing obnoxiously.

Connor slowly spun around and practically growled, anger in his eyes.

“This is all your fault.” He hissed, pushing you to the ground and storming away. You shook gently and quickly exploded in tears. You got up and started running away, away from the crowd. You heard a few people you only knew the names of call your name and try to follow you. You flats clicked down the hallway as you reached the back door and flung yourself outside, tears falling.


“Mom, I don’t feel good.” You said again for the third time this week. Your mom sighed and nodded, leaving you home alone again. You stayed home for the last two days ever since Connor pushed you. It broke your heart and made you think he only thought of you as someone he could be around so he wasn’t completely alone. You had eaten a whole tub of ice cream and binge watched two Netflix series already.

Today you showered and dressed, only to go sit on the computer. You stared at it for a minute, wondering what to even do on it. You frowned and slowly typed into the search bar.

‘shortcake definition’

You clicked on the Urban Dictionary link at the top.

shortcake;

Nickname given to the most beautiful person in the world.

She’s short and sweet and makes me haaaappy, she’s a shortcake!

Your face lit up bright red, a smile on your face. The smile faded when you realized Connor would probably never talk to you again. You would never get to hear his cute voice tease you and call you shortcake again. 

A loud knock sounded on your front door. You sighed and got up, pulling your dress down slightly. You peeked through the peep hole and almost had a heart attack when you saw Connor standing there, flowers in his hands. He had a bun in his hair and another flower behind his ear. You took a deep breath and swung the door open, a blank look on your face.

“Oh, um, hey shortcake.” Connor smiled nervously, handing you the flowers. Your face burned red at the name as you hesitantly took the flowers.

“Why are you here, Connor?” You called out softly, looking into the flowers to avoid eye contact.

“I-I came to say I’m sorry.” Connor’s voice cracked, almost like he was crying.

“Connor-” You looked up, shocked at what you saw. “Are you.. Crying?”

“N-no-um-yes? I was just- so worried. I thought that-that you’d never want to see me again.” Connor mumbled, looking up to keep the tears back.

“I was worried I would loose my shortcake.”  Connor added, slowly making eye contact with you. You stared at him for a minute, figuring you didn’t have much to loose anymore.

“I love you, beanpole.” You dropped the flowers and flung yourself into his arms, making him almost loose his balance.

“Oh, good, I love you too, shortcake.” Connor whispered, kissing your hair.

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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it hurts; connor murphy x reader

Request: Would do do a fic where the reader calls (Evan or Connor you choose!) Really late at night because her brother is out and her dad is working nights and she’s having bad pains in her chest because she’s got problems with her lungs and has had surgeries in the past and thinks she needs to go to the hospital so whoever you choose freaks out while the reader is crying and in pain thank you!

I went with Connor for this, I hope that works! This prompt honestly broke my heart, I really hope I did it justice.

(also I know I skipped around in my requests but I thought this hella spoke to me)

Word count: 921

TWs: A N G S T, reader is in a lot of pain, cursing, very very brief mention of past surgeries


2:26 AM

Your heart was pounding faster and faster. This was it. This was how you died. In your own bed, alone, sobbing like a child. Your brother was out somewhere that you didn’t know, and your father was working the night shift again. Just your luck. Of course, that wouldn’t have been a problem if your chest hadn’t felt like it was going to explode, or maybe implode, you weren’t sure exactly which. You figured you probably needed medical attention. This wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with things like this. You’d had surgeries before since you had problems with your lungs, but now you were alone and you needed to get someone to drive you to the hospital, or at least try and calm you down. The combination of crying and barley being able to breath was dangerous.

You grabbed your phone from next to you and shakily scrolled through your contacts, looking for someone in particular. If anyone was going to be awake at this time of night, it was Connor. You did your best to take a deep breath and clicked the call button under his name, praying to every higher power imaginable that he would pick up. After a few rings you heard a familiar voice.

“Why the hell are you up so late?”

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