ok imma shut up


Kakashi requested by raikis (︶ω︶)

In which Lee Kwangsoo sums up a k-pop bias perfectly.

AfterDeath CPAU

Fucking shit why is AfterDeath taking over my life, like I love it so much. After drawing that picture of it i can’s get it out of my head XD This will maybe contain some Sin (IDK I make this shit up as I go)

The party that Geno had hosted was going terrible as expected, everyone was either Drunk, upset, mad, or anything in between. All parties come to a end, Geno being done with everything told everyone that it was time to go. Surprisingly everyone didn’t hesitate to leave, but someone had stayed behind—someone who has been watching Geno since he came.

Death kept his distance away from everyone, watching from a distance after the chaos became a little to much too bare. His gaze, cold and dark, stared right at Geno, Death was unable to kill anyone in this void. Which was—interesting— to death.

A smile appeared on his face as the last Sans walked out of the void, or so Geno thought. He let out a much needed sigh, falling straight to the ground in an act to relax.

If Death couldn’t kill anything, that meant… Death eyes lifted up to see Geno lying on the ground. Why had death been feeling such weird feelings around Geno? Why had he been experiencing such emotions around Geno? What made Geno so special? Snapping out of his thoughts Death realized Geno getting up and waking to the closet.

Geno thought it would be a good start to start in the closet since he say Fell in there with Sci and his bro.

Little did Geno know that Death had followed him inside the closet, lost in his own head, Geno started to mumble. “Stupid party…….stupid Au’s…..stupid hot death reaper…..stupid everything..”

Death eyes widened and a Blue blush had appeared on his face, after what felt like forever Death came out of the shadows and headed into Geno’s direction. Geno, mumbling to himself, didn’t notice Death.

Geno let out a yell as he was suddenly pinned to the dark closet wall, “w-wha-” was all that came out of him.

“So— Geno…I’m a hot death reaper?” Death chuckled out, Geno face bared a dark Red as he tried to say something back, but all that came out was stutters and inaudible words.

Finally after what seemed like forever, “i-i-I was just….um….I-I’m tired…I uh….” Death laughed at the blushing figure in front of him, “ANYWAY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?! CAN’T YOU SEE I DONT WANT YOU HERE” Geno shouted as he tried to escape from that awkward situation.

Death frowned when Geno started yelling again, “AND DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT AN-MMMHHHMMM?!?!” Geno continued until he was shut up by a kiss from Death, Death had expected a fight but Geno had melted into the kiss.

Eventually Death broke the kiss, looking, Geno and Death’s eyes met. “Isn’t that a better use of your mouth then yelling at me?” Death chucked, expecting a reaction Death eyes furrowed in a confused manner when Geno looked away. The silence was killing Death, Geno would normally yell at him for doing something like that.

“Can you……d-do it again?…..” Geno said in almost a whisper. Covering up his face with his scarf Geno added, “Y-YOU d-d-don’t ha-h-have to!!!” Death suddenly grabbed Geno’s chin to make him look at him in the eye, Geno was going to protest until Death pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss.

Geno moaned into the kiss, liking every moment of it. Death smiled in the kiss for this dominance over Geno, Death then licked Geno’s teeth for entrance. Being hesitant at first Geno eventually put a little gap in his mouth, Death immediately put his tongue in, tasting all the blood.

The taste of Geno’s blood drove Death crazy like a vampire, making him push Geno to the ground, deepening the kiss. Geno was surprised by the sudden action but moaned more as Death’s tongue kept exploring his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Death panted for the need of air, although being skeletons they still needed Oxygen.

Geno also was in the need of air, jolting up, Death attacked Geno’s neck. “Mmm-mmhhmm~” Death moaned as he tasted Geno’s slim bones, they tasted so good, Death wanted it. No. Needed it.

Death let his hand travel up Geno’s ribcage, being careful not to hurt him. Death got rid of Geno’s sweater and lifted up to admire his prize. Geno was still in a daze of pleasure that he didn’t notice that Death took of his sweater.

“You’re so beautiful……” Death complimented, making Geno snap out of his trance.

“Mm-m…stop…..” Geno squeaked out, trying to hide the slash mark on his ribs m. Which was quickly stopped by Death, “no your beautiful…” Death repeated, making Geno blush more.

Death once again leaned down for another round till a knock on the closet door interrupted him.

“Hey Geno? I think I left my Jacket in there.” Classic Sans exclaimed from behind the closet door.

As quickly as possible Geno scurried to put on his own jacket, Death jumped up and went to the closet door, opening it to make his escape.

Classic eyes widened as he saw Death walk out instead of Geno, with blood on his mouth.

Geno walked out with Classic’s Jacket, “HERE” Geno exclaimed as he threw it to him. Classic opened his mouth to ask but was shit up by Geno, “DON’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. YOU DID NOT SEE ANYTHING; YOU DID NOT SEE HIM HERE. NOTHING HAPPENED” Geno said with a glare that spoke Death. ((GET IT, EY…OK IMMA SHUT UP))

Classic kept his glare of disgust and didn’t say a word and just left.

Geno let out a sigh as he looked around to where Death had run off to.

“Looking for me?” Death exclaimed as Geno jumped from Death being behind him. “Don’t worry, its just me” Death chuckled. “Now as much as I would love to continue….I got work…how about later then?~” Death exclaimed with a purr at the end of it.

Geno blushed brightly, “mmmmm” Geno whined out, bringing Death into a hug. Death smiled at the gesture and kissed Geno on top of his head, “I’ll be back soon” Death exclaimed. Geno gave a nod and let go of Death, Death smiling and opening a portal to leave.

“Love you….”

“Love you too”



Geno created by~ @loverofpiggies

Death created by~ @renrink


Bits dancing bc of a video and also a comment by @sarchengseys here 

and also for a friend who this wouldn’t exist if not for her constant support of my neverending and shitty fanart thx babe ily

this is a ziam first date fic that is a follow up to the ziam slow dancing in a pub piece i posted a million years ago. slightly less fluff this time around, but, still pretty fluffy ;)

Part one


“How about the créme brûlée?” Liam suggests, eyes skimming the dessert menu.

Zayn scrunches his nose, shaking his head. “I want chocolate cake.”

“But chocolate cake is boring,” Liam whines. “I could make you chocolate cake.”

“Oh, you could, could you?”

Liam shrugs, lips quirked up in a confident smile. “Cake out of a box is my specialty.”

“But would it have,” Zayn pauses, reading over the menu, “a cinnamon and chile chocolate drizzle, and freshly whipped cream?”

Liam shrugs again, smile wide. “I don’t see why not.”

“I didn’t realize you were a master baker,” Zayn teases.

“There’re lots of things you don’t know about me yet, Zayn,” Liam says, his tone less confident now, his smile more hopeful than anything.

Yet. The word sits heavy in Zayn’s mind, but he doesn’t argue; Zayn had only promised him one date after all.

“Well, you can get the créme brûlée then, but I’m having chocolate cake,” Zayn says instead, closing his menu and taking a sip from his wine glass.

When the waiter comes to the table, Zayn bites back his smile as Liam orders the chocolate cake to share.

“Don’t look so smug,” Liam teases, hand sneaking across the table so he can link their fingers together.

Zayn shrugs, a laugh on his lips. “I didn’t say anything.”

Liam squeezes his hand and Zayn can’t help but glance down at their fingers intertwined, Liam’s thumb rubbing circles into his skin.

“This okay?” Liam asks. There’s a crinkle to his brow that Zayn wants to smooth out with his fingertips, but he settles for tightening his grip.


Liam smiles then, his eyes searching Zayn’s for a long moment. The silence between them is an easy one, both of them content to observe the other.

Their hands break apart when dessert arrives and Zayn digs into it quickly, taking a bite before Liam even gathers up his fork. He suppresses a groan of pleasure as the chocolate coats his mouth, fork already searching for more.

“It’s good then?” Liam asks with a smirk.

“Mm-hmm,” Zayn hums, swallowing down his mouthful while Liam takes his first bite.

His face is considering before he shrugs. “It’s alright.” Zayn gapes at him and Liam smiles, teeth biting into his bottom lip. “Still think I can do better though,” he says as he takes another forkful into his mouth.

Zayn spears some more cake on his fork, dragging it through the extra drizzle and whipped cream to make the perfect bite. “You think so, huh?”

“I guess I’ll just have to bake you a cake so you’ll believe me,” Liam says, faux-casual but his eyes alight with hope.

Zayn pauses, unsure. “Is that your way of asking me for a second date?”

There’s a flush high on Liam’s cheeks, but his gaze is steady when it meets Zayn’s. “It is, yeah. I mean— I would really like to see you again.”

Nerves flutter in his belly at Liam’s words and he takes a sip of his water to buy himself a moment before he speaks. He’s had this conversation before, loads of times, but it never feels like it gets easier.

“Liam, um, I should tell you. I’m asexual.” He pauses to watch Liam’s brow crease the slightest bit and his lips pout in thought. When Liam doesn’t make to speak, he carries on. “And, well, I don’t usually date sexual people.”

“But,” Liam starts, lips curving into a frown. “We’re on a date now.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“So you do date sexual people,” Liam supplies, smirking and Zayn snorts on a laugh before he can stop himself, smothering his smile into his hand.

He shakes his head, laughter fading, and Liam’s still looking at him, expectant and hopeful. “You know what I mean.”

“Zayn,” he says, his hand finding Zayn’s again across the table, fingers warm and sure. “Will you go out with me again?”

“But— did you hear what I said?”


“Do you understand it?”

Liam is thoughtful before he answers, unsure and soft. “Sorta. I think you mean you don’t enjoy sex.”

“That’s not it exactly,” Zayn says, and he knows he should say more, try to explain.

“That you don’t have sex?” He asks, trying again.

“No, that’s not— it’s just, it’s more complicated than that,” Zayn says, trying for casual even though his heart is pounding because this conversation never goes quite like he wants it to.

“Look. Zayn. I had a really good time tonight, and I want to take you out again. If you,” he glances away for a moment, slight shrug on his shoulders. “If you’d like to, I mean.”

Zayn studies him for a moment, the earnestness palpable in the lines of his face.

“I would like to. But Liam,” Zayn starts. “This is who I am, yeah. That’s not going to change after a few dates.”

Liam nods. “I know.”  

“And you really think you’ll be okay with that?”

“I don’t know, honestly,” Liam says, squeezing Zayn’s hand. “But I would like to try. If you’ll give me the chance.”

The server comes by then, dropping the bill onto the table and taking away the dessert that they’d abandoned.

Their conversation plays in his head as Liam digs his card out of his wallet to pay the tab, the weight of Liam’s words pressing on his chest. It’s not in his nature to be adventurous in love, protecting himself always seeming like the better option, but the thought of not seeing this through with Liam feels riskier than the possibility of having his heart broken by him.

“Zayn,” Liam says once the waiter has walked away with the bill, his eyes warm and a rueful smile on his face. “It’s okay that you d—”

Zayn’s shaking his head before he can think better of it, and this time he’s the one reaching out to link their fingers together. “No, I do, Liam. I do. I mean,” he stutters, flushing at his own eagerness. “I’d like us to go out again.”

Liam beams, nodding along. “Me too.”

anonymous asked:

holy freakingmotheroffudge! IT'S OPEN! THE REQUESTS ARE OPEN! *throws confetti* :3 ok imma shut up now so here's the question what would edward midford's(kuroshisuji) reaction on finding out that his s/o knows how to fight with a sword(she's rather good at it) but didn't tell him because she was afraid that he won't like her anymore? btw I LOVE YOUR BLOG AND YOU DESERVE ALL THE HUGS IN THE WORLD *HUGS*

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ Edward is my bae so im so so excited to write this!!

As Edward watched you spar with Lizzy, all he could do was stare at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw. There was no way someone who had never fought with a sword before should be able to fight so well and hold their own against his sister, so this left Edward wondering why you hadn’t told him about your skills. With a million questions running through his head, he stood and watched as Lizzy left the room, going to find a drink. Deciding to approach you and ask you some of the questions he was dying to know the answers to, he walked forward and cleared his throat, causing you to look up. 

After hearing someone clear their throat, you looked up in confusion, only to have your eyes widen at the sight of a very curious looking Edward. A nervous blush came onto your face as you began to look at the floor, a feeling of dread and worry washing over you.

“I didn’t know you had training in sword play.” Edward said, watching you as you nervously wring your fingers together. “Thats-”

“I’m sorry!” You blurted out, cutting him off, as you looked up at him guiltily. “I wanted to tell you but I was so worried you wouldn’t like me anymore! I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore!”

“Why would I want to do that?” Edward asked, staring at you with a dumbfounded look on his face, that look quickly turning to a bashful look. “I think it’s amazing that you can fight with a sword and do it so well!”

“Really?” You asked as a blush that rivalled Edwards came onto your own face. “You still like me?” 

“Of course.” Edward mumbled as he blushed a bright red and pulled you in for a gentle kiss. “Don’t be stupid.”