only about four of you will get this joke


❝Without an end, there can be no peace. It gets no easier. Your struggles have only just begun.❞
❝We should stand together, not fight amongst ourselves!❞
❝Get rid of one threat and another appears. I’m starting to think this city’s in love with crisis.❞
❝Can’t we talk about this? No?❞
❝If we kill them, we get their stuff!❞
❝It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly.❞
❝I’d make a terrible slave. I talk too much!❞
❝I will not let you see all Mages be treated like criminals!❞
❝You are no longer my master.❞
❝What I know is that I hate being cornered and I can fight harder scared than they can angry.❞
❝I didn’t ask to be the butt of your jokes!❞
❝Wait… you’ve been without for four years? You must creak like a rusty hinge.❞
❝We both put others above ourselves. I just happen to do it while clothed.❞
❝I wouldn’t dream of mocking your… unconventional courtship.❞
❝It will be grand having you over me. Above me. In rank, that is.❞
❝We’re a good people, who look out for each other. Just not today, it seems.❞
❝Even you can be happy once in a while, it won’t kill you.❞
❝I remember it didn’t take much to make you sing.❞
❝I suppose a pair of lyrium breasts tattooed on my chest would make things better…❞
❝It’ll be nice to have the law on my side for a change~!❞
❝Do you know how much I suffer under your gaze? I am a person, not an object!❞
❝You have piss-poor aim…Fortunately, you have…other uses~!❞
❝So I shouldn’t slit my wrists and dance naked under the moonlight just to fit in?❞
❝Andraste’s flaming knickers!❞
❝In about ten seconds, I’m just going to smash anything that moves.❞
❝You’re actually joking. Alert the Chantry! They need to put this on the calendar!❞
❝If anyone here tries to hire me again, I’m leaving.❞
❝I swear, I will find that son of a bitch - sorry, Mother - and I will kill him!❞
❝Is that all you do? Dwell on the negative?❞
❝Andraste’s sanctified tits! Who on earth would make the ground vertical!?❞
❝Does this stuff have side effects?!❞
❝I have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. And good hair!❞
❝I am getting truly sick of looking at stalagmites. Or is it stalactites? Shit, I don’t know.❞
❝I was looking for someone with your… “special talents…❞
❝With a name like that, you’re bound to go "mwa-ha-hah!” at some point, I just know it.❞
❝You have a good heart, and you deserve better.❞
❝What earth-shattering matter requires my attention NOW?❞
❝I’ve heard many story tellers like you…yet they don’t start their stories with ‘I shit you not’…❞
❝No one should tell you how to mourn. And when someone says ‘move on,’ you take their hand and say, 'my choice.'❞
❝If there is a future to be had, I will walk into it gladly by your side.❞
❝Still coming to the rescue after all these years? I’ve got this under control, but thanks.❞
❝What do you call it when you kill someone and take his property?❞
❝That’s what you get for spending your last minute monologuing.❞
❝Someday, I’d like to go one week without meeting an insane mage. Just one week.❞
❝And the trend of you scaring the piss out of me continues…❞

agent-sapphire  asked:

Gods, that Adamms Family au tho. Do you have more headcanons??? Cause I def need more, lmao. :"))) I can only imagine Keith and Shiro dancing dramatically, Shiro dipping Keith down, gracefully and flawlessly spinning him and after the dance, kissing each other without missing a beat. ♡ :"D

It started as a joke but the more I think about it the funnier it gets and the more I want it to happen HAHAHAAHHHA but yes what you said YES!

Sheith The Addams Family AU PART 02  [PART 01][PART 03]

  • They dine like normal rich people. Four chandeliers in the room, longass obsidian table darker than the human soul with six candelabra, black and red utensils, black goblets, a dead boar’s head hanging on the wall, a guillotine in a corner. Yknow, the usual… stuff.
  • Their car is the 1938 Packard Hearse. Fricking beautiful lmao Of course they get weird looks. Who in the right mind would have a funeral car for family use? Apparently they do. 
    Pidge (Wednesday): Father, kids at school make fun of our car.
    Keith: Oh, they’re just jealous they don’t carry the dead with them wherever they go, my dear. Now run along.
  • Every morning, Pidge would try to do something to Lance (Pugsley) before breakfast when he’s asleep.
    Lance: Father! Pidge tried to suffocate me again in my sleep!
    Shiro: *sighs and turns to Pidge* Pidge, my darling, what did I tell you?
    Pidge: To use a pillowcase with a rope instead of my own hands.
    Shiro: Good. *smiles* We’re not barbarians you know. 
    Pidge: *frowns*
    Keith: Poor thing, she’s lost all her desires to strangle her brother. 
  • When they are receiving visitors, Shiro is usually the first one introduced. And when Keith walks in, Shiro just couldn’t keep his eyes off him, pretty much ignoring everyone else in the room.
    Shiro: Mon amour. *walks up to Keith and pulls him closer* *takes his hand and kisses it* *kisses Keith’s neck*
    Keith: *tilts head to give Shiro more room* *hums in pleasure* *sees the visitors and smiles* Forgive my husband. He’s like a desperate howling demon. Especially when I wear this suit. It brings back memories
    Shiro: *cups Keith’s face* My little bat. I remember that night as if it was only yesterday. 
    Keith: Mon chéri.
    Shiro: Oh, Keith. The things you do to me when you speak French.
    Keith: *whispers and kisses Shiro’s jaw* I know. 
    Visitor: *to the family’s butler* *coughs* S-should we um… come another time? They seem so busy with… each other.
  • They get called to school when one of their kids had done something. Keith would walk in the school hallway and get stared at.
    Kid: *looks at Keith funny* Did someone die?
    Keith: I can only hope. *sighs*
    Kid: You’re weird.
    Keith: *raises an eyebrow* And you’re wearing colours. 
    Teacher: Ah, you must be Lance’s Dad.
    Keith: *nods* I am his father, yes. What did my precious devil do?
    Teacher: He had a fight with one of his classmates.
    Keith: *eyes widens* Did he win?
    Teacher: *shock* Mr. Shirogane, he punched a boy in the face. A boy named Hunk.
    Keith: *sighs* I told him to aim for a bloody nose if he liked someone. Don’t you worry. I’ll have a talk with him.
    Teacher: Mr. Shirogane, Hunk was crying and Lance was pleased.
    Keith: Well, what did you expect? Life if not all lovely thorns and singing vultures you know? They like each other. Give it time.
  • Love declarations all the time! Shiro and Keith doesn’t give a damn about the time and place. If there’s one thing certain about them, it’s the fact they are so in love with each other.
    Shiro: To live without you, only that would be torture. *leans in*
    Keith: A day alone, only that would be death. *leans in*
    Shiro: Someday we’ll be buried here, side by side, six feet under, in matching coffins… *lips almost touching*
    Keith: …our lifeless bodies rotting together for all eternity.
    PTA Meeting head: *clear throat* Umm, Mr. and Mr. Shirogane. If you please, we’re having *cough* a meeting and would like to hear your opinion and not your… *gestures at them* whatever inappropriate thing you are doing in front of us right now. *flushes*
  • They are very very dramatic. Slow dancing with so much kisses here and there, teasing each other that other people at the formal restaurant couldn’t help but just stare at them in awe. They don’t even break a sweat after such intense dancing.
    Person 1: Who the hell invited Dracula?
    Shiro: *perks up* What? Is our cousin around here? *looks around*
    Keith: *caresses Shiro’s face* Oh, my darling. We could only hope he died after what you did to him.
    Shiro: *looks at the person* *grins* Cyanide poisoning. 


yoongi; i don’t like you(r cooking)

❝to say yoongi was excited or at the least interested in you was an understatement. on the other hand, do you know what is undercooked? your chicken pie.
►3341 words // scenario, post-based

Yoongi wakes up to a shit ton of noise outside his door and already he can foresee this is going to be a terrible day. Out of all the days he gets a break and it’s going to be one where the management decides to play a game of ‘what noise does Min Yoongi hate the most on a peaceful and quiet day?’ Oh yeah, Yoongi dreads for when they carry out a renovation or quote services to improving your stay here unquote bullshit.

So what does he do?

He, apparently, walks out of his bedroom with a disheveled appearance that paints him to be a caveman hibernating for god knows how long and yanks his front door open in irritation. With eyes barely able to open and mouth still full of cotton, he only registers what’s going on when his conscious saves him the guessing and reveals the answer in a form of a person with… a pie?

He gives himself a wakeup call to rub his eyes and shake off the sleepiness heavy in his system, willing to a couple of seconds before he confirms that he’s not seeing things. Blinking two consecutive times, he still sees a pie. Okay, it is a pie. No doubt about it there.

His eyes direct him to the owner of the pie and it’s a face he’s never seen before. Admittedly, he isn’t good with faces but if he saw this one… let’s say chances were high he’d recall.

Yoongi decides to be polite… first.

“Can I help you?”

Nervousness shows in your smile, anxiety trembling at your fingertips as they drum the bottom of aluminium casing. Shifting your weight from left to right, the will to man up and say something dipping in your eyes before you find the words to speak, he only waits patiently (not bad, Min Yoongi).

“H-Hi. I live next door and I wanted to come down to-”

“That old lady finally decided to sell her place?”

Look, Yoongi can only try to be polite.

“I’m sorry?”

“…oh shit. Okay, what I meant was-”

“Yes, she did,” You cut him off before he can try to explain himself and if that wasn’t the definition of being saved by the bell, Yoongi doesn’t know what is. He sighs in relief and shakes his head, eyes clenched shut with a soft how do I say this and he does say it as: “I’m kinda… how you call it…”

“…direct? Honest?”

“Woah, one assumption at a time,” He holds a hand up, the other resting by his hip and when your smile drops from the slight hospitality, he breaks out into a grin, “Both right, by the way,”

“Good to know the few times I decide to be a smart ass it works out,”

He puts his hand out, “I’m Yoongi,”

You juggle the pie on your forearm, a free hand inching out to place in his for a small shake, “I’m Y/N, as I would’ve introduced before,”

“Ah, right,” Yoongi retracts his hand, as to how yours return to hold onto the pie, “You new here?”

“Have you seen me before?” Your head tilts a little at the end of your question, and Yoongi finds it easy to smile in the early of the day when he should be asleep. In other words, he’s one hell of a grump if he’s interrupted in his sleep so to be smiling at this hour where he’d murder anyone who dares threaten his rest… it speaks miles of Yoongi’s patience here.

“If I did, I would’ve remembered that face,”

There’s an indirect wink when your face scrunches up at the answer but it’s not necessarily… bad? It’s just - well - however you try to put it, ah, whatever.

“I made you a pie. You know, since we’re going to be neighbours,”

And you can cook?” After the implication you’re pretty, it’s more or less a little too much for two compliments in a row so you hand him the pie regardless whether he was ready to hold onto three hours of dedication and time. He snorts at the lack of your response but at the spark in his eyes as you back away, you wave and give a reply of: “I try sometimes. See you around,”

Yoongi only clicks his tongue and backs into his apartment, watching you enter yours with a hint of red cheeks. As he closes the door behind him, padding his feet to the kitchen is where he takes a spoon to whip a generous bite. With a mouthful of the taste of chicken that’s… undercooked. He forces it down his system before setting the whole pan aside with a cough.

“She wasn’t kidding when she said she was trying.”

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» the walking dead sentence meme

Feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❝ We’ll win. But we need to wait for the right moment. ❞
  • ❝ It ain’t just about getting by here. It’s about getting it all. ❞
  • ❝ It’s because you got no guts. ❞
  • ❝ If you knew us, if you knew anything, you would kill us. But you can’t. ❞
  • ❝ I’d like to take it back to awkward silence now. ❞
  • ❝ Kid. I ain’t gonna lie. You scare the shit out of me. ❞
  • ❝ If you keep thinking everyone’s an enemy, then enemies are all you’re gonna find. ❞
  • ❝ Do soy sauce packets count as food? ❞
  • ❝ Nobody’s evil. They just decide to forget who they are. ❞
  • ❝ Some people are evil. I’ve seen it. That’s why I have to get back now. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not saving you anymore. ❞
  • ❝ I’m dealing in certainties, and I’m doing my part to give them what they want. ❞
  • ❝ I love a gal that takes me to dinner and doesn’t expect me to put out. ❞
  • ❝ In case you haven’t caught on, I just slipped my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it. ❞
  • ❝ You’re lucky. Don’t forget. ❞
  • ❝ I get why you did it. Why you took it. You were thinking about someone else. That’s why I can’t. ❞
  • ❝ You should know, there is no door number four. This is it. This is the only way. ❞
  • ❝ People can try and you set you in the right direction, but they can’t show you the way. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t give a shit if you think you’ve found the secret to life. ❞
  • ❝ People want someone to follow. ❞
  • ❝ Drink from the well, replenish the well. ❞
  • ❝ Was the joke that bad? ❞
  • ❝ Suck my nuts. ❞
  • ❝ You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, they’re all gonna be doing that. ❞
  • ❝ We got here together, and we’re still here. ❞
  • ❝ You’re a survivor. You always were. ❞
  • ❝ When they come for us, we’ll end it. The whole thing. ❞
  • ❝ There is no right; there’s just the wrong that doesn’t pull you down. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t take chances anymore. ❞
  • ❝ Dibs is dibs. ❞
  • ❝ You want to live, you take chances. ❞
  • ❝ I’m going like I should have. Don’t come after me, please. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not planning to die today. ❞
  • ❝ We have to come for them, before they come for us. ❞
  • ❝ Why are dingleberries brown? ❞
  • ❝ We’re going to have to fight. ❞
  • ❝ This is the next world. ❞
  • ❝ Your world’s about to get a whole lot bigger. ❞
  • ❝ I like you people. I trust you. Trust us. ❞
  • ❝ You need to know things aren’t as simple as they might seem. ❞
  • ❝ Confrontation’s never been something we’ve had trouble with. ❞
  • ❝ You still got family and you still got a home. ❞
  • ❝ It should be someone who loved her. Someone who’s family. ❞
  • ❝ I want to show you the new world. ❞
  • ❝ Someday this pain will be useful to you. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing that keeps you from being a monster is killing. ❞
  • ❝ You point a gun at me, and I’m the asshole? ❞
  • ❝ Things moved slow here, and then things just started moving fast, too fast. ❞
  • ❝ Things aren’t as simple as four words. ❞
  • ❝ The people around you dying, that’s the hard part. ❞
  • ❝ The world is trying to die. We’re supposed to just let it. ❞
f.r.i.e.n.d.s meet world

Friends / Girl Meets World Crossover: Rachel never got off the plane, instead she raises her daughter Emma Maya in Paris and sends her to the states for the summer, Ross’s son Ben Lucas moves in with him, Phoebe and Mike have a son named Farkle and all of them, of course, are best friends with Monica and Chandler’s twins Erica and Jack. Oh, and Joey ends up having a daughter he never knew about: Riley. 
Pairings: Rucas, Smarkle, Mondler (ft. mentions of Zaya)
Word Count: 2,240

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Riley never gave much thought about who her father might be. Her mother, Erin, was always honest with her when it came to the subject of dads, she’d answer all her questions and was never shy about the way she was conceived. But really all she knew about the guy was that he and her mom dated briefly in the 90’s but nothing really came of it. Her mom said he was a great guy but there was just no spark there.

When she found out she was pregnant with Riley she had already moved out of New York and didn’t see the point in bringing her dad into it. He might’ve been a nice guy but she knew he wasn’t ready to be a father and she was more than willing to raise the baby on her own. And although Riley didn’t quite agree with her mother’s decision, she respected it, and her, till her dying breath.

Sadly, she was only 14 when her mother passed away and she was left in the care of her mom’s best friends, Cory and Topanga Matthews. They were already the picture-perfect family long before Riley moved in and she appreciated everything they did for her in her time of need but she was 18 now and had been dreaming of moving to New York ever since she could remember.  

So, with a bag in one hand and a bus ticket in the other, she makes way to New York City.

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Foxy ( p.3 ) // Sirius Black // requested

Request : could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

Two requests that turned into something more. 

<< Part Two. Part Four >>

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : 5119

Requests are closed. xx 

Originally posted by soldier-ofwinter

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Originally posted by lamirada-del-amor

Sirius sat on his bed with the map laid out in front of him. Scratching his head with the tip of his wand, eyes dancing on Foxy’s footprints. She was in her room pacing and Sirius couldn’t think of why. Is she okay? Is she stressed?

“Oi, mate. We’re all going down to Hogsmeade. Wanna join us?” James walked in, causing Sirius to quickly close the map.

James sent him a suspicious look, “what’re you doing?”

Padfoot shook his head, tossing his wand next to the map, “nothing. But I’m good. Just gonna hang out here. I have some work I need to finish.” 

“You’re not stalking Foxy on the map again, are you?” James accused, grabbing his scarf. 

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Merry Fucking Christmas (TFW x Reader)

Title: Merry Fucking Christmas
Pairing: TFW x Reader (no Destiel, Sastiel or Wincest)
Warnings: SMUT, porn gifs, alcohol consumption, swearing, sex toys, and collars.
Words: 1419 (sorry its over 1 k but I combined two days)

Synopsis: Sam, Dean, and Castiel are struggling to find out what to get you for Christmas, but once you drunkenly admit what you want, they seem to have to find creative ways in which to get you to use them.

A/N: Hnnng, I probably suck at smut. Sorry. :/

Prompts: Rock, Paper, Scissors and Inappropriate Gifts @webcricket

The three gifts had been laid out on your bed, and if you were honest with yourself, you kind of felt like they were staring right back at you.

God, why had you agreed to this dare? The flips your stomach was doing at the moment felt like the least fun rollercoasters ever.

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anonymous asked:

OH MAN ARE REQUESTS ACTUALLY OPENING? If so, do you think you could do headcannons for Alex with an insomniac reader? Also, if it isn't too much to ask for something else, headcannons for Burr with a very (I don't want to say touchstarved but I totally mean touchstarved) reader?

boss’ memo : sure !! i’ll do the other one later :0

Originally posted by linoftheday

  • the number one rule goes as follows : only alex is allowed to stay up late 
    • as a result, he is filled with concern once you start falling prey to your insomnia as well
    • you might just actually force him to start sleeping earlier than four n the morning because he just,, really worries about you and there’s actually a chance of him falling asleep while trying to get you to fall asleep
      • he jokes that this was clearly your master plan and oh no, it’s working
    • his first order of business is finding a cause–why’s this happening? is it too many thoughts? is it stress? is it nightmares? is it simply because you’re frustrated that you can’t sleep, thus creating an eternal and horrible cycle?
      • if you don’t know why and can’t really explain it to him, that’s fine !!
  • he honestly tries everything,, tries making you tea, tries to ensure you don’t nap too much during the day–oh, and about the tea!
    • the concept of not being extra for once in his life simply does not exist for this boy, and alex will honestly go out and buy as many varieties as he can with the hopes that one will be of help (black, green, white, herbal, oolong–no tea is safe)
    • if it’s due to you staying up late to do work, or due to too many ideas, he’ll have you write the ideas down and will do his best to ensure you do your work earlier
      • if you can’t finish your stuff by 11, he’s gonna make sure that the two of you wake up earlier than usual tomorrow so you can finish
    • there’s a point where he kind of gives up and goes
      • “please sleep”
        “what do you think i’m trying to do, alex”
        “um so you’re aware that’s not going to work, right”
        “yeah kinda, doesn’t mean i can’t try”
  • likely what ends up working is when he starts just laying next to you and holding you to his chest (or vice versa, depending on your preference)
    • the rise and fall of his chest is pretty relaxing, if you’re to be honest, plus, the goodnight kisses are always nice after a difficult day. alex talks a lot about how much he loves you, but having him show it is always lovely.
    • –though, it really is unfortunate that he snores
      • (don’t worry, he’ll get you some ear plugs if you need ‘em)
Josh Dun One Shot

Sorry im SO inactive lately. I do apologize.  But hey!! im here, still alive n lit , and coming at you live with this quick little 1.5k one shot. love ya all


You have a cry first. Wrapped up in a throw on the sofa, not entirely sure why this is your first reaction.

It’s not a big deal. It shouldn’t be. It’s just a kiss.

But this girl’s arms are wrapped around Josh’s neck, her thumb resting just below that spot below his ear, and Josh’s arm is wrapped tight around her neck and Twitter has gone absolutely mad with the photo. And you don’t like it. Not one bit. You decide you never liked him anyway.

Except that’s not true.  

You don’t know much about who Josh’s with or where he’s gone off to or what’s going on in general. But you’ve got a bad feeling in your stomach that you know shouldn’t be there.

The thing is, Josh and you aren’t together, not really. You’ve known each other for four years, been close for three.  And it’s not like you joke about it every chance you get. God knows you’re hyper aware that you aren’t the only one Josh’s been with. But this is different. All those other girls were always nobodies, nobodies he slept with or nobodies he was on and off again with or whatever. And you realize you’d tricked yourself into thinking that because of that you were special or different or something.

And this picture is a slap in the face showing you that you aren’t. It shows Josh can go around making out with anyone he pleases. It sets something off in your stomach. Something you don’t like to admit to feeling as often as you do.

So, in your three bedroom shared apartment, you wait up.

You make a cup of tea and put on a film, quietly so as not to disturb Jenna and Tyler sleeping just down the hall, and you sit and you wait, wrapped up on the sofa because you can’t live with this feeling anymore. This feeling waiting to spring up and set you on fire from the inside out. And you know you’re probably being dramatic because it’s now nearly three am, but you don’t care.

You’re not sure when you doze off, when the burning feeling eating you up subsides just enough to let your eyes shut, but you know sunlight is peeking through the blinds when you hear a key in the front door. You jolt awake, forgetting just for a few seconds why your back is aching and your eyes are sore.

“Y/N?” your name isn’t as slurred as you’re expecting it and that makes everything hit harder.

“What?” you keep your voice flat as you rub at your puffy eyes with one hand, the other still keeping the throw blanket clutched around you.

“What’re you doing on the couch?” you hear him kick off his shoes. You wonder what time it is and why Josh doesn’t sound as drunk as you’d expected.

“Why do you care?” you mutter under your breath, sitting up and attempting to straighten out your back.

“Well you’re always complaining about what it does to your back,” he rambles on obliviously and you hate that he’s right. Mostly hates how he’s weaseled his way so far into your heart that he knows that about you.

So you ignore him. You were stupid to think that you could do this, confront Josh and tell him how you really feel, risk everything you two have built over the course of the last three years together.

“Wha’s wrong with you?” Josh appears in the doorway just as you have tucked yourself into the corner of the sofa again, knees pulled to your chest and all.

You shrug, staring ahead at the title screen of the film you’d put on just a few hours ago. It doesn’t matter. That’s what you tell yourself.

“You going to bed or what?” Josh’s voice has finally softened and you can feel him staring at you.

You try to keep a straight face, a stone demeanor, because you’re afraid that the second you speak, every thought you’ve had in the past few hours will pour out. Your heart and soul will land on the floor at Josh’s feet and you don’t know if he’ll be able to resist the temptation to stomp all over it.

So you shrug.

Josh’s quiet for a second and you almost wonder if he left until there’s a shifting of weight on the sofa next to you and a warm presence seeping into your skin. You realize he’s been studying you, like you had learned to do for him before reacting after all these years. It’s a complete role reversal.

He smells like cheap beer and someone else. You wonder what else they did besides have a drunken kiss.

And really, that’s the tipping point, that’s what makes your blood run hot and make you forget that you don’t have a right to feel this way anyway.

“Go away,” you snap, wishing you could push yourself even further into the arm of the sofa, wishing you could manage something more hurtful. Your skin is burning up.

“Wha’s wrong?” his voice is hardly above a whisper and in any other situation, you would feel guilty for snapping.

“I said go away,” you can feel that feeling bubbling up inside of you, just waiting to spill over.

Josh doesn’t though, of course, “W-what did I do?”

It only pisses you off more that he has no idea why you’d be upset.

“Please, go!” You can’t remember the last time you actually shouted at Josh but it’s too much. Him sitting so close and smelling like someone else’s sweat and perfume and yet having no idea how much it hurts.

“‘S this about me staying out so late?” he sounds genuinely fucking confused, “I-I didn’t mean to, passed out on the sofa and-”

“After you slept with her?” You spit out and you swear, even the words taste bitter.

“W-what?” Josh sputters and you turn your head just enough to see him squirm and his cheeks turn red.

“You heard me,” you say, tears surfacing in your eyes, “Saw that photo all over the fucking internet.”

“W-what?” his sputters turn into nervous laughter, “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I‘m talking about,” You tuck yourself into an even tighter ball as if you can physically hold yourself from falling apart in front of him.

“I-I didn’t sleep with her-,” Josh chokes out, “She’s a friend. You know that.”

“We’re friends,” You turn your nose up at him because it’s true. Despite it always feeling like something so much bigger and more important than just friends.

Josh goes completely silent at that and you wonder if he can hear your heart pounding and the way you’re trying to control your breathing.

“Think we both know it’s a bit more than that,” he lets out a half laugh without an ounce of humor in it, “But I didn’t sleep with her. If that’s what you’re upset about.”

“‘It’s not a bit more than that!” You can’t even stop yourself, “Because if it was, if it meant something to you, you wouldn’t still be out sleeping with anything that breathes!”

Josh lets out a noise of complete disbelief, “W-what else ‘m I supposed to do? Y-you don’t want…”

As he trails off, You can hear the realization in his voice and you feel like crying.

“Y-you want me?” You can feel Josh crowding his space and he realizes he’s shut his eyes at some point, “Just me?”

You let out a shaky breath, realizing what you’ve done, “Go away, please, Josh-”

“Y/N, look at me,” Josh is pleading, tugging at your shoulder, “Answer me.”

You just want, for once, it to be reciprocated. For Josh to just get what he means without speaking, like you do for him.

So you nod.

Josh lets out another noise you can’t understand, before he’s reaching over and pushing your legs down, so he can practically drag you onto his lap, hands cradling your jaw. You are terrified to look at him. You don’t want to think about any of it. You just want that burning jealousy to fade. For Josh to want you back. For Josh to smell like your perfume and to not kiss anyone else.

“You stupid girl. You absolute idiot,” he’s pulling your face up to look at him, a playfulness in his voice that you hadn’t heard all night, “All you had to do was say so.”

And then Josh’s lips are fit just perfectly against yours, his hands still tight on your jaw, and it feels so right that you wonders why you’d ever been doing anything else but this your whole life.


What’s this? Two fics in two days? What a surprise. Anyway, this is just a short drabble I can’t get out of my head. I apologize for any errors, and my terrible characterization and writing style.

Title: Memories

Wordcount: 990

Pairings: Logicality (platonic or romantic, whichever you prefer)

Warnings: nothing but tooth rotting fluff here, friendos

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Sometimes it’s Confusion (Sometimes it’s Fate)

Pairing: Trevor C./Reader
Warnings: Swearing, worry, internal turmoil, fluff, this is mostly cute stuff? 
(PG-13? There’s too many fuck’s for it to be PG)
Word Count: 5,603
A/N: Hello! This is alternatively titled “Soulmate AU where no one fucking knows shit until after they meet them cause I feel like that’s more true to real life.” 
Thanks @chefgeofframsay for letting me scream at you. The group chat named is one of the ones that I’ve had with my friends because I’m not creative enough to think of a new one.
[Y/F/N] = Your friend’s name
Please note this fic takes place at RTX. I have never been to RTX. Therefore, I am basing all info off of things Em told me, watching livestreams, and conventions I have been to. I’m sorry if there are any discrepancies. 
I take prompts/requests now! (see here for details).
Feedback is appreciated! Please enjoy! 

You hadn’t realized just how big RTX was until you were there (finally!!!) yourself.

As someone who spent more time staying at home than interacting with others, you had foolishly told yourself that RTX couldn’t be that big – you still remembered when they had done that first RTX six years ago, and while aware of the fact that it had grown, you also were, apparently, completely unaware.

But, this was your first (and probably only) RTX, ever, because first college sucked and then after college you realized that you actually had to manage your own money, so you had splurged on that VIP badge and utilized your online and real-life friends’ experiences to masterfully plan your trip for maximum fun without accidentally killing yourself.


Regardless, as you followed the throngs of people into the convention center, you took a deep breath and reminded yourself that no matter what happened, you were going to roll with the punches, with any luck meet some of the AH crew, and enjoy yourself no matter fucking what.

Because there was, yanno, that other thing that was ever-present in the back of yours and everyone else’s minds. RTX was a big convention – sixty thousand people big – and that meant that there was a significant increase of meeting your soulmate.

You were one of the undoubtedly many people that had that thought on their mind, wondering if you were going to wake up tomorrow with a symbol somewhere on your body. Wondering if today was the day that you would, by chance, meet your soulmate.

You idly wondered how many people you were going to see frantically running around shoving a body part into peoples’ faces tomorrow. How many pictures of soul-marks were going to be posted in the subreddit, tweeted with the hashtag. You knew that a few years back they made their own unique hashtag for twitter just for RTX couples.

You were hoping you wouldn’t be one of them.

(You were so, desperately hoping you would be).

But instead of checking twitter every thirty seconds and saying ‘hi’ to just about everyone you walked past like you saw others doing (like you wanted to do), you forged ahead, determined to see the sights and hear the sounds and smell the smells.

…And you promised some online friends of yours that you’d meet up with them at a certain time and place and you were not one to be late.

As you wandered towards the pre-determined meeting place (or what you thought was the pre-determined meeting place, who knew big convention center buildings had lots of areas that looked very similar?) you idly wondered if any of them were going to be your soulmate. It didn’t work via the internet. It was entirely possible.

You had a strong gut feeling that none of them would be “the one,” though. Each other, yeah, maybe, but you were the one that made your “group” an odd number, the last one to join the friendship Squad, so if everyone was going to be soulmates with someone else except one person, that person was going to be you.

By the time you looked at your watch again (after all the activities and fun and panels and lines and meeting people), it was nearly four in the afternoon and you and your best-internet-friend decided to break off of your little pack and head towards the show floor, content to wander around for an hour or two before going to get ready for the festivities that night. As you were walking past the bathrooms, a shock of white-blond hair caught the corner of your eye and your friend suddenly had a death grip on your arm.

“Trevor!” She half-squealed, half-whispered to you, shaking your forearm vigorously. You loved your friend, but she was definitely not good at the whole ‘they are people, too’ thing.

You patted her shoulder with your free hand placatingly, trying to wrench your arm out of her grasp. This, of course, caused you to fail to notice Trevor stop at the sound of his name and start walking back towards you two, Guardian in tow. The death grip getting impossibly tighter, however, combined with the barely-audible sharp inhale coming from the human being next to you did prompt looking up to find Trevor waving and striding quickly towards the pair of you.

“Hey, there!” He said, coming to more of a pause than a stop in front of you, Guardian looking a little frantic and fiddling with their watch.

You looked to your friend, expecting her to say something, but she just dug her nails into your skin with one hand and waved uncontrollably with the other.

You sighed heavily, “Hi, Trevor. Sorry she’s…being weird.” You gestured vaguely to your friend, feeling bad for about half a second before remembering that there was a possibility she was drawing blood at that moment and feeling very much less bad immediately afterwards.

“It’s fine. I just heard my name so I figured it’d be rude not to say hello. I’m actually about to be late to a panel, but it was nice meeting you both, and hopefully we’ll see each other again sometime this weekend in a less time-sensitive scenario?” Trevor said, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand and already taking a step backwards.

“Yeah, go have fun! See you around!” You said cheerily, waving him away. It wasn’t until he turned the corner that you managed to get your friend’s hand off of you.

“[Y/F/N], you have got to chill. That’s like the sixth time today you’ve done that, my poor arm is going to fall off because of you!” You teased lightly, rubbing the sore spot with your opposite hand. She smiled at you sheepishly.

“Sorry, [Y/N], I’m just so excited! How can you be so cool about it? Isn’t Trevor like, your fave, too?”

She was right, of course. Trevor was your absolute favorite. He was charming and funny and handsome and even with stupid blond hair you couldn’t help but have the tiniest (read: not very tiny) crush on him.

He was also way out of your league, and you were acutely aware of that.

“I mean, yes, but he’s also a human being and should be treated that way? I dunno, my parents just always taught me to treat everyone I meet the same way until they give me reason not to. I guess this applies?” You finally responded, leaning up against the wall while your friend texted the group chat about the Trevor encounter.

“I guess you’re right, [Y/N]. We’re just opposites, I suppose. It’s really hard for me to see past the ‘these people are my idols’ thing. Maybe tomorrow reality will sink in a little bit and I’ll be better about it.” She said as she pocketed her phone and led the way towards the exit of the convention center.

“Regardless, you need to invest in some nail clippers, girl, those babies are fucking sharp.” You said, making both of you laugh as you joined the crowds.

You pushed the thought of Trevor from your mind, and instead looked forward to all the people you were going to meet and fun you were going to have at the party you and your friends were going to be attending in just a couple hours.

You woke up just the tiniest bit hungover, so you fell out of bed and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge before you moseyed on into the bathroom. You turned the water on in the shower and took your time, letting the water start to get cold before stepping out and wrapping yourself in a towel. You were halfway through brushing your teeth when you heard your phone ring from the other room.

Brrrrrring! Brrrrring!

You spit and rinsed as quick as you could and rushed out into the bedroom, swiping to answer the call milliseconds before it went to voicemail.

“What?” You grumbled, putting it on speaker and carrying it back to the bathroom with you.

Woo!!!” Was the collective response – you could pick out at least four distinct voices – and any doubt in your mind about who it was was cleared when one of them continued with “You ready for today, [Y/N]? AH panel!”

“I’d be more ready if you’d let me finish getting dressed and shit.” You responded, making sure to keep your tone light so that they knew you were only joking.

“Alright, we’re down at breakfast, so just hurry up and join us!” One of your friend half-shouted into the phone before you heard the tell-tale beep beep beep of the call ending. Ignoring the fact that [Y/F/N] was probably violating hotel policy by letting people not staying in this hotel eat their complimentary breakfast, you did your best to work quickly, and you felt rather proud of yourself when you’re out the door and heading to the elevator within fifteen minutes of the call.

You were reaching out to press the call elevator button when something caught your eye. Looking down at your arm, you saw the corner of something dark blue on your skin that you hadn’t noticed before.

Huh, don’t remember anyone writing anything on my arm at the party last night. You thought as you turned your arm over so that you could better see the inside of your forearm.

“Holy fuck.” You gasped, stumbling backwards in shock.

There, in the middle of the forearm of your nondominant hand, were a trio of dark blue stars, collectively about as wide and as long as your palm. When you ran your thumb across them, they didn’t smear or smudge, in fact it sort of tingled, just a little bit, and your heart skipped a beat.

At some point the day before, you had met your soulmate.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind – you weren’t sure how you missed it in the shower (you were absolutely sure, the answer was you had your eyes closed the whole time), but it wasn’t Sharpie, it was real, and you were absolutely, without a doubt, one of those people who met their soulmate at fucking RTX.

You deserted the idea of waiting for the elevator, instead barging into the stairwell and practically flying down the stairs. You sped down the corridor and into the dining area, spied your friends all sitting at one of the tables, and sprinted towards them.

“Hey, [Y/N], what’s the rush? Convention center doesn’t open for another hour and a half, we’ll have to wait regardless of how soon we get there.” One of your friends said, spotting you first, panting and out of breath.

“Look.” You gasped out, shoving your arm over the table and waving it in their faces. They all looked confused for a moment, but soon enough, you could see recognition dawning in their eyes, one at a time.

“Holy fuck – you have to post it to the subreddit! And tweet it! And put it wherever the fuck you’re allowed!” One of your friends shouted, your best friend pulling out her phone as he spoke.

“No, wait, no!” You drew your arm back to your chest so that the tattoo was safely pressed against your chest.

“Why not?” Another one of your friends, offering you some toast as you took the empty seat at the table.

“I don’t know…I feel weird about it. And I don’t want to get my hopes up, if I don’t find them again, or if, you know…there is no match.” You nibbled on your toast and stared down at the table, cheeks heating up. It wasn’t that you weren’t thrilled but you knew that these things sometimes just didn’t work out, ‘missed connections’ and all that jazz.

It was selfish, but you didn’t want that to happen to you.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by a hand landing softly on your shoulder. When you looked up, all four of your friends were smiling at you reassuringly.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. We’ll just be your scout team, instead. No social media about it until after RTX, and then you can reassess and make that call, yeah?” Your best friend said, her thumb rubbing little circles on your shoulder blade.

You nodded, “Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Great! Now give us a good gander so we can keep our eyes peeled today!” She exclaimed, removing her hand from your shoulder in favor of making a grabby-motion at the arm still tucked against your chest. You rolled your eyes and presented her with your soulmark again.

She snapped a quick pic (“For referential purposes only, I swear!”), you finished your toast, and in no time the five of you were out the door and on your way to the convention center.

The day went on, and while you were having almost as much fun as you had the day before, it was overshadowed by the phantom heat of the soulmark on your arm.

It didn’t help that your group chat had devolved into sneaky pictures of arms and a whole bunch of texts that just said “Nope :(“ in various ways.

So it was a very welcome moment when you realized that you were about to file in and sit down for the AH panel, which meant a prolonged period of time where you were not using your phone. You could even turn it off, if you wanted to – all the people who were important would know where you were.

You were fortunate enough to score some seats towards the front (thank fuck for having nothing to do and aching feet – you and your best friend had gotten there uber-early) and the two of you settled in, munching on snacks hidden in your bags and chatting amicably with all the people sitting in your immediate vicinity.

[Y/F/N] had already checked, and none of them had soulmarks that matched yours.

Soon enough, people were walking onstage and everyone was jumping out of their seats and cheering, loud as they could. You were quick to join them, hooting and hollering and only settling back down into your seat once Geoff grabbed a mic and shouted a cracking, “Sit down, dickheads!” into it.

You spent most of the first bit of the panel looking at Trevor – and then telling yourself it was just because he was right in front of you. It didn’t work, but still. You gave it the good old college try. There was just something about him that you were drawn to, like a moth to the flame. Something in his smile, or the sparkle of his eyes.

Just…just something.

It was almost halfway through the panel (you were guessing – your no phone policy was still rigorously in effect), your focus on Ryan down at the end of the table stirring up some sort of argument, when your friend started tugging insistently on your sleeve.

“What – what?” You asked, trying to keep your voice down.

“There’s something on Trevor’s arm! He’s been keeping it under the table the whole time but he just pushed his hair out of his forehead with his hand and there’s something there. Trevor doesn’t have a soulmate yet, [Y/N]. That could be you!” She squealed excitedly in your ear, gesturing wildly.

“Please, [Y/F/N], as if. Even if he did meet them yesterday – good for him, by the way, he deserves to be happy and shit – the probability of it being me is low and the probability of him wanting me is even lower. Being soulmates means nothing but ‘maximum compatibility,’ remember. Doesn’t mean happily ever after.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself, if you were honest.

Because really, Trevor was cute. And smart. And funny. If his real personality was within throwing distance of being like his internet one, then you knew that the two of you could work out well. But you had read the stories, did your research, you knew as well as everyone else that soulmates – especially when one of the parties involved was in the public eye – could imploded just as well as normal relationships.

You didn’t want to implode. You didn’t want to experience unrequited-ness (or whatever). You just wanted to exist in at the very least ambivalence for the rest of your life, soulmate or no soulmate.

But the thought of Trevor being your soulmate…

Your friend continued to spend the next several minutes craning her neck and trying to get a good look at Trevor’s arm – still curiously hidden under the table. You, on the other hand, were rather deep in thought in a way that you knew you’d regret in retrospect because it meant missing part of the panel but at the time you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to pull out of it.

Trevor as a soulmate. Would you even want that? Fucking please. You had already started internally waxing poetic about the guy as soon as he sat down at the goddamn table. Of course you’d want that. Would he want you? God, you hoped so. For all of your insecurities, despite all the negative thoughts and opinions you (sometimes more often than not) had about yourself, you would certainly fucking hope that your soulmate would be able to look past those things better than you could; see beauty, something wonderful, where you couldn’t.

It would be hard, being in the public eye. You’d have to move to Austin, most definitely. You’d have to deal more directly with internet trolls. You’d be in a whole different sphere of existence, because even if Trevor kept you mostly private and under wraps, soulmarks are telling and people are insistent and persistent when behind the safety of a screen.

Would you do it? Could you do it?

You knew the answer without really even thinking about it.

“Fuck, [Y/N], [Y/N]!” You arm was suddenly being slapped wildly, and you were roughly pulled out of your thoughts, focusing on the stage in just enough time to see Trevor’s arms spread wide in front of Michael and Gavin, and there was something blue and star-shaped on his forearm and –

Well, his arms went down as soon as they went up, but something in your chest tightened in anticipation. If you and your friend saw it, then most of the rest of the audience probably did, too, so when Q&A time rolled around, undoubtedly someone would come up and ask about it, have him describe it. And if he did, and if it matched yours.

Well, you weren’t sure what the RTX Guardian policy was on it but you’d rather walk up to Trevor and say “Hey dude we met for like sixty seconds yesterday because my friend completely freaked when she saw you and I think we’re soulmates?” after the panel and not in front of who-knows-how-many thousands of your closest friends.

So instead, you just sat and waited.

Surprisingly enough, the question never came. Which fucking sucked because that meant you weren’t sure if it was him. And you weren’t about to do something as public and potentially embarrassing as tweet at him (he didn’t follow you so DMs were off the table) or post on the subreddit or whatever.

So, despite the disappointed glances from your friends, you decided to head off on your own for a while – call it a “hunt for Trevor,” if you will. You weren’t sure departing from your friends was the best thing to do, but once your best friend texted the group chat “I am like, 85% positive that Trevor has a matching mark to [Y/N]!!!” they had been excited, loving, and…insufferable.

Which logically left you little choice except a “hey, guys, I know we’re supposed to go to this panel now but I’m not feeling it so I’m going to go find a quiet corner to hang out in for a while.” Your friends were concerned, but you insisted, which brought you to where you were now – sitting up against a wall down a surprisingly empty hallway, scrolling through your phone for any tweets about Trevor you could find, hopelessly, desperately trying to figure out if he is The One, so to speak, so that you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself for assuming.

For all you knew, the mark on his arm could’ve been residual Sharpie or something.

After an hour of that with no luck (typical), you decided to walk around to see if you could either catch sight of the tall, newly-blond man or catch wind of someone who had seen him at some point today.

You circled the show floor twice. Then you went over to the autograph area (as far in as you could go without a signing ticket thing for that time, anyway), asking the Guardians and Security Officers if anyone had seen Trevor yet that day (spoiler: they hadn’t). You slowly snaked your way around the lines for all kinds of panels, dropped by near the Fake AH escape room – didn’t see Trevor there, but Jeremy was full-on Rimmy Tim-ing it and you were in hysterics about it – and then circled back around to the front of the building. You even sighed and went to the other buildings that were holding panels and things. You scrolled through twitter and discovered a couple of meetups happening nearby so you went and crashed those, too.



No Trevor. You had no idea where he could’ve been, unless he was, like, seventy feet behind you that whole time. You had literally gone everywhere he could’ve been!

Well. Almost everywhere. He could have been hiding out in the Staff Only areas, or he could’ve left to go get some food, or he could’ve went home/to his hotel for the day (you weren’t sure which, nor would you take the time to be creepy enough to figure it out).

Yeah, on second thought, there were a lot of places you couldn’t look that he could’ve been. You were about to accept defeat, go meet up with your friends, and re-assess for the next day, when your phone chiming interrupted your thoughts.

[Chat: #SQüID]
[From: [Y/F/N] 5:07:23 PM]
[Y/N], check it out!!!!
😊 😊 😊

The text was followed immediately by another, containing a twitter link. You sighed heavily and clicked the link before it could fully load and show you a preview in the chat. Your phone was buzzing with notifications from the rest of your friends (probably yelling about something – you didn’t have previews on for your notifications) and you paused, moving to the wall to wait for twitter to load. Stupid slow phone with the stupid slow internet because of all these people, you grumbled internally, tapping your foot impatiently.


You sucked in a sharp breath, sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth when the tweet finally loaded. The picture attached still was only halfway there, so all you could see was part of Trevor and some random person’s face, but in the meantime, you read the tweet. Again. And again. And again.

@_TrevorC Thanks for taking the time to take a picture with me – hope you find your other half! (Close but no cigar)

You swiped down on the next notification for your group chat, trying to figure out what was going on without risking actually leaving twitter which would mean waiting even longer for it to re-load, but everyone was just incoherently keyboard-smashing and sending excited-looking emojis back and forth.

You cleared out of the chat preview to see that the picture was almost loaded just a little more, fuck slow internet it’s literally been less than a minute but it feels like yeARS –

“Excuse me?”

Your head shot up from your screen. You knew that voice.

Sure enough, Trevor was standing in front of you, a respectable distance away but still rather close, rocking on his toes a little with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Hi, sorry, am I blocking something?” You asked, looking left and right. You were pretty close to a water fountain but you weren’t in the way, necessarily, and the bathrooms you had stopped near were a couple feet away from you, still.

“Uh, no, you’re fine. I just wanted to ask – we met yesterday, right? You had a friend with you who was very excited?” He rocked back on his heels, and you could see out of the corner of your eye that there were a couple of Guardians off to the side, and as Trevor spoke they seemed to be intercepting people and – directing traffic around the two of you? At least, that’s what it looked like.

You were very confused.

“Yeah, that’s a nice way of putting it but that was me. It’s nice running into you again.” You chuckled a little while internally cringing at your word choice.

That sounded a lot better in your head.

“Definitely!” He said, beaming at you, and you watched as he went to do something with one hand, aborted the motion, and then lifted his other hand to push his hair back a bit.

Your phone was buzzing incessantly in your hand, even more so than before, and you went to look down at it to see what the fuck was going on, surely this explosion wasn’t still from that tweet that [Y/F/N] had sent, but as soon as your eyes started to drift to your phone Trevor cleared his throat and you snapped back up to look at him.

“Sorry if this is weird, but I’ve been trying to retrace my steps from yesterday because I didn’t want to be all public about it and then get people like, freaking out and trying to Cinderella this shit but I know we spoke briefly yesterday – in this very spot, ironically – so did you happen to wake up with a mark that looks like this?” Trevor finished his sentence by awkwardly jabbing his arm out, palm up to face you.

There, in the center of the inside of his forearm, about the size of your palm, were three. Blue. Stars.

You gaped like a fish, opening and closing your mouth for a couple of moments, and you knew that Trevor was waiting a response but you couldn’t quite get one to come. Instead, the still-functioning part of you jumped into action, and you took a step forward, holding your own arm out for him to see, lining your forearm up next to his.

They were a perfect match. Same size, same shape, same color, same spot on the same arm – everything. You stared at your arms, reveling in the strangeness of it all, and beyond that, in the warmth that was flooding your chest like you had a campfire burning inside you.

“I’m [Y/N].” You blurted out, finally looking up from your arms to meet Trevor’s eye. He beamed at you, and his soft brown eyes crinkled in the corners, and by damn if you didn’t think that he looked like the sun – all bright and warm and happy.

“Hi [Y/N]. Would you like to, uh, go somewhere that isn’t a hallway and talk, maybe? I’d like to get to know you. If you want that, that is. I just realized that this might be weird for you.” Trevor rambled a bit, gesturing with his other arm and leaving the tattooed one next to yours. It was almost like he was afraid that if he moved it, he would wake up and it would’ve all been a dream.

Hell, you thought that way, too.

“Why would it be weird for me?” You asked, even though you knew the answer – you had been thinking about it all fucking day, of course you knew the answer, but you wanted to know what Trevor thought, first, almost like some kind of test to make sure the two of you were on the same train or whatever.

“I mean, soulmates are kind of scary to begin with, and then I’m in the public eye, and you’re not, so there will always be jealous trolls making shitty comments, and I’m sure you’re not from around here, so that’s another hoop to jump through, and while I could probably, literally squeal with excitement right now because you’re pretty and also my soulmate and if I’m honest all I want to do in this moment is hug you and kiss you and never let you go, you’re also my soulmate and I’ve thought about how I’d deal with a situation like this since I started working here and above all, I just want you to be happy. With or without me.” Trevor grabbed your still-outstretched hand with his free one as he spoke, soft and earnest and as the words came tumbling out of his mouth you could feel yourself tearing up a little.

Because the campfire in your chest was telling you that you, too want to hug and kiss and never let go, but the fact that he had thought about this for literally years and his conclusion was he just wants you to be happy – that made your heart melt a little bit.

As soon as he finished speaking you surged forward, burying your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms went around you without hesitation, and you felt his lips brush against the top of your head and somehow you felt impossibly warmer and sighed into his shirt.

“Is that a ‘yes, Trevor, I’d love to go somewhere more private and get to know you,’ then?” He asked, voice muffled against your hair and you could feel the soft reverb in his chest against your face.

You nodded, at a loss for words, and he pulled away with one more soft kiss to your head, grabbing your hand that wasn’t holding your phone and lacing your fingers together.

“I’m glad I ran into you, [Y/N].” He muttered, and you were suddenly aware of the small crowd of people who had gathered around the two of you (at a respectable distance, which was nice).

“Me, too. I have to admit, when my friends and I caught a glimpse of something on your arm at the AH panel today and I started thinking about it as a possibility I was kind of worried, about the things that you said, but I’d like to at the very least try,” You gestured to your mark, “these things don’t just show up for no reason, after all.”

Trevor nodded and hummed in understanding, “Yeah,” He stared at you for a long moment, “You’re really pretty, and easy to talk to. I like you already.” He told you, smiling cheekily while you hid your now-tomato-colored face with your free hand. He called out someone’s name, and one of the Guardians nearby (who you later would find out that they had been directing traffic around the two of you, and that Trevor had rounded up all the Guardians he could find besides his own to help him retrace his steps throughout the day to find you, which you thought was very romantic and sweet and flattering) turned and led the way through the crowd for the two of you.

Trevor held tight to your one hand, and you unlocked your phone with the other, sending a quick text to your friends as you walked, telling them that you had ran into Trevor and your marks matched and you were going with him to talk and hang out for a little while and that you’d let them know when you were heading back to your hotel so they knew you were safe. You laughed and showed Trevor the slew of emojis and well-wishes they sent in response.

Later, you would find out that while Trevor was not a perfect human being – those didn’t exist – he was pretty fucking close to perfect for you.

Later, you and Trevor would watch a video that someone had tweeted at him of the two of you showing each other your tattoos and discovering that they match. You would blush at the way that Trevor looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and Trevor would apologize because there was no way that you could be a secret or keep the situation private for even a little bit due to how publicly he went about it, and you would smile and stretch out your neck to peck a kiss on his cheek – the very first kiss you gave him ever! – and tell him it’s okay, at some point in your relationship it would have to be made public, so why not from the start.

The next day, at a panel, Trevor would get you and your friends in in the front, and someone asked him a question about you because the hashtag and RT subreddit had been flooded with the news overnight, and he would look at you with this soft smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and tell the questioner that My favorite thing in the world right now is every second I get to hold her hand.

And yeah, it will be hard. And yeah, you and Trevor were too busy getting to know each other to talk about logistics and moving and things like that.

But by god, in that moment, listening to Trevor talk about you and smile at you like you were the moon to his sun, you knew in your heart that it would all work out just fine.

anonymous asked:

Romeo and Juliet AU with Akashi please, don't worry about not doing it as exactly as the original one, I won't ask for that, only the general story line. About their family, can you put in some canon extras (GOM, or other minor charas that are not frequently requested here), and for the ending, rather than both Akashi and reader dying, can you make them run away together instead? Thanks and hopefully this is okay. ^^

Long overdue, I’m so sorry if this doesn’t turn out satisfying since I took a really different, more lighthearted route with slight comedy (and a vague ending, sorry anon)! 

This is a modern day Romeo and Juliet AU, where Reader and Akashi are both adults in a family of rich people. The companies that their parents own are rivals. I hope everybody enjoys it!

Female!Reader ahead

Originally posted by chicandproper

Business parties are an absolute bore, as you’d rather stay home and spend time doing your hobbies instead of faking interest for hours on end—until six months ago, when you started attending these events without a single peep of complaint or any specific signs of enthusiasm. Your parents didn’t question why the sudden change, perhaps due to the fear of having you retract back into your shell again.

Family appearance is important to them, which is why attending these parties are absolutely necessary: to show every important people that you are a happy family that get along together very well, all smiles and warm words, but it’s all for show. Your parents aren’t that bad, but regrettably a lot of the things that they do or expect you to do are to impress and maintain their social status.

“Being rich isn’t easy,” you start, sipping your drink as Momoi observes from across your seat, “everybody’s nice to you just to get on your good side or to use you to their advantage.” You pause, only to send a skeptic look at your pink-haired friend while she innocently drinks her latte from a straw. “You’re not doing that, are you?”

She laughs hard. You’re clearly joking, because you’re smiling at your own joke—Momoi’s family has been working in your family’s company for four generations, and relations are still tight today. She calms herself down after a mere few seconds of laughter because she’s got something in mind that she’s been dying to ask about.

“But no seriously,” she begins, leaning forward with both hands clasped like a journalist ready for her scoop of the year, “Mom told me she saw you at the partnership party last week and I was like, no way, again? What’s gotten into you?”

You groan quietly, cheeks involuntarily flushing at the answer you haven’t said out loud. Momoi takes this as a sign of major happenings behind her back that she didn’t know before, and is very eager to find out now.

“Come on, __________!”

“Can I trust you not to tell this to anybody?”

“Of course, who do you think I am?”

“Not even to your mom, okay?”



“Alright, alright, I won’t, I swear to anything that can be sworn to.” She says, offering you a handshake. It’s a sign of a deal she can’t break. “Now shoot.”

It takes you a full five seconds before you open your mouth to answer.

“It’s a guy.”

“I knew it!!” She shrieks, and at that moment all the innocent café customers turn their head to your table with faces that are either shocked or highly irritated. Momoi sends them an apologetic look before quickly looking at you, eyebrows scrunched. 

“Tell me more.”

“The thing is,” you sigh, cupping your forehead tiredly, “he’s… he’s the heir of a rival company, and if anyone ever finds out I am royally screwed.”

You don’t think Momoi remembers that her latte exists anymore upon her knowledge of this piece of scandalous news—the poor drink sits at the edge of the table, near the window, forgotten and cold. 

“Wait a second. Are you talking about the Akashi family?” Your companion replies, lowering her voice down to a whisper at the mention of the surname. You can only nod, looking at her with your palm propping your chin up. The next second is basically her jaw dropping.

Momoi mouthes oh my god and you form a silent I know with your lips, enough for her to read. She grips your other hand on top of the table with both of hers, purposely shaking it lightly in… excitement? Is that what you see in her eyes? 

Well, you can’t blame her—the thought of Akashi is also enough to put you into a level of excitement like Momoi’s right now. The only difference is that you’re good at covering up. More like you have to. It’s the kind of secret that will hurt a lot if anyone, especially your parents, finds out.

“How did it happen?” Momoi asks breathlessly.

Originally posted by butteryplanet


You turn upon hearing a male voice behind you, breaking the spell that had you staring at the bubbles in your drink in hand for minutes. It’s dim out in the balcony, and a little bit cold too, especially with you in your dress, but the lighting is just enough to let you see the visitor. That red hair captures attention even in the darkest of rooms, you think, because it also lets you know who he is.

“Evening,” you reply, sipping your drink as he walks until he’s standing next to you. “You know, I know who you are. Might not be a good idea for you to be seen with me.” The sentence is uttered with zero hostility, and Akashi, obviously, takes note. You smile, something that’s sad and cynical but at the same time uncaring and somehow undeniably attractive. He smiles back.

“Well, I know who you are, too,” he says, “and I know what you’re going to say.”

There’s a slightest raise in your eyebrows though you keep quiet.

“‘Fuck what people think’, right?”

Your lips fall open and you let out a small surprised laugh at the fact that Akashi Seijuurou, heir of the Akashi Group, your family’s biggest business rival, just used a cuss word. He chuckles, eyes crinkling charmingly at your baffled expression—you shake your head when you recover, leaning against the balcony.

“I take it that I’m more or less correct.”

“I didn’t know the Akashi family have telepathic abilities. No wonder they’re so successful.”

“I could say the same to yours,” he replies smoothly, “nobody can resist a deal with that kind of charm walking around.”

You look at him in the eye, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly and praying that he can’t see before shifting your gaze towards the golf course that stretched beyond the building, drink still in hand.

“Straightforward, aren’t we?”

He sighs a bit, turning to mimic you, scanning the stretch of green below, his hands laced together as he looks at you from his place by your side. It takes great courage for you to make eye contact.

“Why?” You ask.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he answers casually, something you’re surprised (and is that delight brewing in your stomach?) an Akashi man could do, “I feel like I wanted to get to know you better.”

You give him a skeptical, cautionary glare, one that you’ve learned to do since you were young and learning the true nature of people. 

“This is not something along the lines of I’m-flirting-with-you-and-getting-you-drunk-to-get-some-company-secrets, right? Because that’s gonna turn out awful.”

Akashi makes a face as he stifles a laugh, which kind of makes you want to laugh too, but then you realize by the sound of it that he might actually be more similar to you than you think. A young man from a rich, well-known family… adding his excellent looks and charisma to that, how many girls have gotten in line just to satisfy their desires? He must have trust issues to a certain degree as well.

“No it’s not, though I don’t judge you for asking.” He answers. Did he just step in closer to you, or is it too much champagne already in your circulation?

“I suppose it’d be nice to have a friend that understands. My friends are nice, but I envy them from having a normal life,” you say, looking down at the golf course. There’s a rowdy cheer in the banquet hall and in the back of your mind you note that the party’s not going to end soon—something you never thought you would be grateful for.

Akashi rests his face on a palm, surveying your face with great interest and somehow managing not to look like a creepy dude. Maybe it’s just thanks to how good-looking he is? The earlier thought of how many girls have chased after him creeps back, and you take a wild guess in your head, distracting you from the conversation. Twenty wouldn’t be an exaggeration. He can certainly take twenty girls to bed: at the same time or one by one, doesn’t matter.

“Tell me.”


“Tell me what you talk to your friends about.”

It takes only three seconds of silence until you tell him. About things: about the sad rich life, about trust, about boys and girls that love and hate you. About you. As the night turns darker, your connection to his becomes stronger, what with him telling you about him: about his family, about youth, about the fact that he rarely talks about everything he’s talked about to anyone except you. About how he sees a friend in you.

So you exchanged numbers.

“And then?” Momoi demands, like a child unsatisfied with her bedtime story.

“And then,” you fall into a pause, trying to find the right words. “We started texting each other. Occasional turned frequent. We met secretly during parties, making sure no one saw or noticed us.”

“And then??”

“And then what?” You ask back. “It’s been like that for six months.”

“Yeah but like you’ve kissed him, right??”

Instead of answering, you bury your face into your palms, and Momoi instantly knows the answer is affirmative. Why does she have to be so perceptive?

“That guy used to be my friend in middle school!” She says and you have to let out a small gasp. “Back then he was so much like a prince charming too, I tell you, but then he turned cold,” she pauses, “like you.” 

You pout.

“I guess that’s the defense system of the rich,” she jokes. You swat her hand but laugh along anyway. “I know that he’s a good person underneath, but I never thought he’d open up so fast to you. Dare I say he loves you, __________!”

“I’m in love with __________,” Akashi Seijuurou declares several miles away. His adviser, Midorima, does a double-take from his notebook to the heir’s face with an expression that only says one phrase: are you crazy?

“Are you crazy??” The green-haired male exclaims, snapping his small thin notebook shut so hard that it’s audible. “__________, the daughter of the group you are trying so hard to beat within the past couple of years??”

“Is there any other __________ you know of?” Akashi asks, ignoring his companion by attending to his necktie. A glance through the mirror tells him that Midorima is both dumbfounded and… just dumbfounded. 

“Why tell me.”

“I figure you need to know.”

“You made that clear, but why.”

Akashi stands up, grabbing his suit jacket and wears it, putting an arm in one sleeve.

“I’ve been secretly meeting her during parties for six long months. It’s a given that one of these days I want to sneak out.”

Midorima’s mind is spinning, he’s lightheaded, he’s dizzy, maybe he’s going to die from a heart attack in a few seconds, but he’s rational enough to acknowledge that these are merely effects of several secret breaking news revealed to him within such a short period of time. Not even years of his advisory training can help him solve this situation.

“Oh, and Midorima? Don’t tell a soul.”

Midorima’s eyes narrow at Akashi.

“I mean it.”

And with that, the redhead is gone, leaving Midorima alone in the hotel room as he slowly makes his way towards a chair to sit on. He needs to breathe.

The kiss that Akashi leaves on your lips makes you want more in its tenderness. He has you in public, exposed to the eyes of anyone who wants to look, arm around your shoulder as you sit side by side on a secluded couch in a bar at the edge of town. The two of you agreed for the first time to meet up outside of those ridiculous parties (he honestly doesn’t know how he could last half a year), each offering some sort of excuse to your parents as you’ll be out late. Yours was a sleepover at Momoi’s place, and she is more than happy to cover for you, especially since she doesn’t live with her parents anymore. Akashi’s was simply a gathering with friends.

Which is not entirely untrue, but the way he’s kissing you and putting his hand on your knee is more than just friendly.

If journalists were to be around, tomorrow’s headline will be all about two big companies’ children, one heir and the other a daughter, caught making out with each other and obviously can’t keep their hands to themselves. Which is also not entirely untrue—you’d like to think the two of do not act like you’re so sex depraved.

“God, I want you,” Akashi growls, begging you to think otherwise. Somehow you’re on his lap, a comfortable position for you to go on and pull him into another searing kiss, but there’s something in the back of your mind that’s been bothering you. Being the perceptive person he is, Akashi notes your silence and peers into your eyes questioningly.

“How long are we going to keep this a secret?”

The redhead senses this coming from you. He admits that he also has been asking the same question himself, but he supposes that you might as well talk about it sooner than later. With that, he helps you shuffle back to the seat next to him, his arm still around your shoulder and playing with your hair.

“Do you see a probability of your parents accepting our relationship?”

“To be honest… I don’t really know,” you reply, leaning into his touch for comfort. “But by the looks of how they’re working hard to, you know, outdo the Akashi Group, it’s sort of logical to assume they won’t. I mean, my mom’s been worrying about my dad overworking”

He hums.


“I see where you’re coming from.”

“What do you think they’ll do if they find out?” You ask, voice nothing above a whisper. Akashi’s eyes are half-lidded, an expression of thinking. 

“I fail to see how this escapes my logic,” he begins, his tone a little bit more serious and suddenly you’re focusing everything into what he is saying, “but from a business point of view, our relationship, especially if taken to the next level,” at the mention of that your heart flutters—

“…is like a merger.”

Akashi can see the realization seeping into your expression.

“Of course it would have to be a horizontal or market extension merger to be fair, but what I mean to say is that it’s definitely a good possibility.”

“M-hmm.” You nod, dazed.

“Do you think so, too?”


Akashi looks at you like he expects you to say something.

“How do you think they would feel about a merger, though? There are chances that one of us might be at a disadvantage, and I don’t know if our parents are willing to take that risk.”

“Risk is the basis of progress in business, sweetheart,” he says, going back to stroking your hair, “like investing and developing new products. Those are risks. You need to take it to reap the harvest.”

“But how do we convince them to take it?”

Akashi smiles, lifting you up by the waist to situate you on his lap again, pressing his lips to your forehead. You can only hide your face in his neck, and he chuckles.

“It’s simple—we build a business proposal.”

You might not entirely understand his vague answer, though the rough ideas floating in your head (including another kind of proposal) are quickly thrown out the window at the sensation of his lips meeting yours for the umpteenth time that night. You don’t know if Akashi really has the solution to get you out of this secret relationship without doing any harm, but the way his tongue asks for entrance is too sweet to ignore.

You tell yourself you can think about it tomorrow.  


Originally posted by sneezes

author’s note: hi yeah sorry for re-uploading this. switched blogs. 

  • meet vernon, or by his korean name, hansol
  • so he was born in new york for a few years until he moved back to korea where the rest of his father’s family resided
  • unfortunately, due to his bi-racial ancestry he was often ostracized by the other kids
  • many of them called him rude slurs with little knowledge of what it all meant
  • they even made fun of his appearance
  • often questioning why he looked so different from them
  • this kind of treatment made him stand out in a way that he hated and as he grew older he developed an apathetic approach to it all
  • instead of letting them bully him, he fought back
  • often with words or fists
  • and from those altercations, he was sent to the office…. a lot
  • always reprimanded and told to do better, he really began to dislike school so he ended up ditching a lot
  • his parents weren’t quite sure what to do with him and actually considered moving back to the states and they did for a few years until vernon decided to move back for college
  • he did exceptionally well in the u.s. but still had the same indifferent attitude to anything else but his family and music
  • for him, music became an outlet
  • it allowed him to express himself freely without the backlash of others telling him what he did was wrong and that he didn’t belong bc for once he did belong
  • by the time he reached college, he dyed his hair black bc he was sick of the blond jokes and eventually he discovered the underground rap battle scene thanks to his classmate mingyu who later introduced him to his bff wonwoo and then seungcheol
  • the four of them hung out a LOT bc of their love for music and formed a mini rap group after they composed and wrote a song together
  • it was a mini cypher about their hardships and it turned out so effin’ good that seungcheol managed to get them a slot at the underground rap showcase
  • (this differs only bc you show what you got then participate in battles lw like an audition bc the people decide)
  • and well they made it
  • everyone thought the cypher was a hit and a bop
  • for once…. vernon felt accepted
  • he’s happier now with his friends but his reputation still speaks for him sometimes and on those occasions he’s grown not to care so much
  • a lot of the times he’ll stay in the music practice room just jamming out
  • especially if he’s created something that he really wants to share with the rest of the guys
  • bc you see he’s still trying to get comfortable with everyone else
  • trying to keep his place among them
  • bc he’s developed this idea that if he isn’t good enough then they’ll leave or forget about him or something cuz he’s not fully korean or fully american he’s in an odd in between where he has no other place to go other than that middle
  • bc he practices a lot in the music room, he’s there a lot
  • you notice this the times you’re passing between the music wing
  • of course, you don’t say anything or attempt to go inside since you really have no reason to but there’s something about him that really catches your eye
  • maybe it’s the way his eyes are close and he’s spewing words that you can’t hear
  • but the way he mouths come flows so smoothly and eloquently, you’re really tempted to listen
  • and plus he’s so freaking beautiful like jfc
  • the strong jawline and beautifully smooth features
  • once you saw his eyes open and they looked like so sad… so somber and so deeply filled with unspoken emotion that you actually wished to get to know him
  • but again too scared
  • so ur friend needs to use the practice room but she’s wayyyyy too scared to talk to vernon and ask
  • so she’s asks you to do it bc you’re usually brave and courageous
  • like you’re no stranger to calling someone out when they’re being an asshole
  • or how you kneed someone in the groin when that person got a lil (ok a lot) and then you ran off with the rest of your friends after that
  • so overall you’re a badass ok
  • and she needs you to do her this solid
  • so you’re like ‘ok yknow what it won’t hurt whateves’
  • that day as youre approaching the practice room, you peer inside to see him at the piano and you’re like ??? bc every time you’ve seen him he’s at least on the stage or somethin
  • and you knock softly and see him stir just a lil but he kinda ignores you bc he’s jammin (in reality he’s actually working on the melody for this new song on his bi-racial ancestry)
  • and man you end up going inside bc you’re friend starts texting you and you feel hella bad about making her wait and interrupting him
  • so once you go inside, he turns to look over at you and you almost freeze
  • almost
  • because he just looks at you with curiosity and confusion bc “??? cute person why are they in here???”
  • can i just drop in that vernon’s actually really shy with girls
  • like you’d think he’s a fuckboy or somethin but NOPE
  • he’s just a lil pink in the cheeks and you kinda stutter like “u-uh hi um my friend really needs to use the practice room and it’s her time and and and yeah sorry thatsongisreallyprettybtw”
  • and he gets a lil embarrassed and omg it’s really cute bc he’s supposed to be a bad boy
  • but this bad ass is just really flustered that you actually talked to him
  • cuz ngl he’s seen you once or twice in passing but he’s never been brave enough to wave or smile at you and it’s just- wow he never thought he’d have the chance to
  • and it kinda registers in his brain that you liked his playing and he goes “oh -um- thank you!” before he just leaves and you’re not sure how to feel or to make of the whole thing but man he’s so freakin attractive with his lw rough voice and you just think about him even more than you already did
  • it isn’t until maybe another week or two when you guys interact but that’s only cuz he stopped in during your session in the practice room with your friend cuz she told you she’d teach you and thinks to himself ‘wow they’re so cute and not too bad for a beginner’
  • and then you squeak a lil seeing him bc he chuckles when you mess up a lil and he’s like “sorry but you’re time’s up” and you and ur friend get embarrassed and apologize
  • he’s look straight at u he says “it’s ok see u around”
  • indeed he does bc one day when he gets especially upset bc someone in his history class starts shitting on bi-racial people and he gets so mad that he doesn’t bother fighting him he just up and leaves
  • instead of going to the practice room, he makes it about halfway near one of your classroom buildings for like cultural studies (so you know how marginalized anyone that isn’t korean is in korea and it upsets u literally anything about cultural and systematic racism sets in a raging tizzy where you will educate anyone that tries to spew hate)
  • and you see him
  • you see how he’s on the verge of frustrated tears and he nearly punches a hole in the wall when you say ‘fuck it i’ma ask him if he’s good’ and you approach him carefully
  • “heyy, you ok?”
  • and he blinks in surprise and looks at you and he actually forgets to feel shy bc he shakes his head but he doesn’t tell you to leave so you take that as a sign to just y’know stay there and let him know that you’re there for him and if he needs to let off some venting steam then you’re all open ears like you dont care if you’re missing philosophy rn this guy needs someone
  • so he tells you everything and he seemingly lets you in on what that dude said and you get so upset WITH him and it make you really mad and you go on a hude tangent about how the inequality of others and systematic racism needs to be broken bc everyone’s a fucking human who deserves to be treated equal and he’s like… in awe
  • no one’s ever gotten that worked up on his behalf besides his parents so someone finally like acknowledging that makes him really glad that he talked to you
  • and you guys end up at a cafe, just talking about everything bc you want him to feel better and he starts to cuz you’re beginning to take his mind off his original upset and the peppermint hot cocoa you ordered for you two and he’s like
  • “i really want to repay you’
  • and you brush it off like “nah it’s no biggie”
  • but he’s like “no srsly pls like you really helped me i insist”
  • and ahhh you relent bc he’s looking at you with lw pouty puppy dog eyes and just wow you get accustomed to hanging out with vernon and eventually exchanging numbers and stuff
  • every time y’all go out he’ll be like “i got it” and ur like “but you got it last time” and he’s like “i haven’t repaid you yet”
  • and it goes on like this for some time when you’re like “verNON CMON WHEN HAVE YOU REPAID ME”
  • and he’s like ….never
  • and you huff so he laughs a lil and is like “ok how about this? i can teach you piano and we’ll call it even then”
  • and so he teaches you ho to play piano and it’s maybe the second or third session when you two are just laughing and playing notes when you both just turn to look at each other at a moment when it grows a lil quiet
  • and
  • you
  • guys
  • just
  • kiss
  • it’s so soft and chaste but it feels so nice and right and he pulls away with very pink cheeks and almost apologizes if it isn’t for you shushing him with a peck and you’re like “that… that was nice”
  • and he goes “can we… do that some more?”
  • that basically establishes your relationship bc you’re both constantly hanging around one another and it just feels right man. it just goes so well bc you understand him and that really makes him feel like he’ll never be able to repay you
  • (and he’s constantly being so supportive and sweet with you and on the occasion he can be a teasing lil shit by pretending he doesn’t hear you when he’s playing piano until you give him a kiss and just aw)
  • whenever he gets upset, he goes to you and his friends actually notice just how happy he’s been nowadays like there’s no longer this dark looming cloud over him and he’s beginning to grow more and more confident in his abilities bc of your encouragement and support
  • you should see how grateful seungcheol is for you and mingyu and wonwoo they are genuinely grateful for you supporting and lovin their homie
  • and ok so he shows you that one song that really represents the heartaches and hardships he faced growing up and you’re damn near in tears bc this man really felt ostracized from other kids and it makes you even more passionate about advocating for the tear down of systematic racism
  • and that’s when he just realizes just how much he loves you
  • gosh, he loves how whole you make him feel and he makes sure you know it
  • “i love you, you know that right?”
  • he suddenly says this during your piano lessons
  • and you blink but you casually say, “I know. i love you too”
  • and he just nuzzles your neck and his voice a lil deep and raspy and hah this leads to a lw heated make out sesh until you get kicked out by someone wanting to use the practice room next lmao
  • and so y’all go off to your room since your roommate is out
  • and y’all do some things ya feel like it’s not fast or rushed it’s quite sweet and passionate bc vernon really wants to please you and appreciate you bc a part of him is so freakin scared that you’re too good to be true and you might just disappear before his eyes
  • but you show him and make him understand that you’re there to stay
  • the moments after you do it, you kinda just lay there for a bit and cuddle bc luckily your roomie is like “i’ma be out for the night peaceeeee” and ok
  • back to laying with vernon you both just talk your lil hearts out bc it feels so right to air out any grievances and when he tells you his fears
  • you kiss his knuckles and look up at him and just say “i’m here and i will continue to be ok??”
  • and he just looks at you so lovingly and gratefully and he pulls you into a tight embrace and says “i don’t think i’ll ever be able to repay you…. ever”
  • and you smile and just KO like that
  • so remember that beautiful rap about his indifferences? well you convince him to perform it at the underground showcase
  • and for once
  • he does it
  • the crowd went WILD & the rest of the boys were like “OwO” bc it’s one of the first time they actually hear everything that’s vernon’s been stowing away and bc of you
  • oh glorious you
  • you help him open up more and find comfort in his friends and trust them bc they’re so effin supportive and so are you and gosh
  • he truly feels whole and at peace with his identity
  • and ok the swell of pride and happiness he has for you whenever someone wants to make an ignorant comment about him is always countered with your defensive lecture and sometimes he has to drag you away before you can completely annihilate their ignorant asses
  • and ahhh it’s just so effin beautiful
  • y’all are just the most supportive couple of one another and so down for each other
  • he never laughs if you mess up on a piano note and he kisses you and hugs you and keeps you safe
  • it’s so presh
  • even mingyu is like “(’’’’’’: i ship it” and i’m p sure we all do
One Sided// Cole Sprouse (part four)

Prompt: Hi can you write something about Cole like mangers let the reader & cole date only for fame and the reader would fall in love with Cole and do everything to impress him but he doesn’t love her back ., but then he’ll love her 😂😂 it’s complicated ik but you’re amazing and you can work it out haha

Words: roughly 850

Warnings: swears

A/n: this kind of sucked but I wanted to update, I’m trying to get past some writers block.

“We’re going on Ellen? You’re joking.” Cole is standing next to you outside of the car you are being escorted to the interview in.

“Why doesn’t anyone want to tell us anything? Ever?!” You exclaim and make motions with your hands.

“I don’t know but we’re gonna need to up our couple skills if we’re going to be in front of such a big crowd,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We’re actors. We can improvise,” you suggest.

“Yeah, I guess. Ready to go, girlfriend of mine?” He grins and gets into the car, and you roll your eyes and follow him.


You arrive at the set of Ellen, and you feel like throwing up.

“Y/n,” Cole says your name, turning to you,“We need to do our handshake for good luck.”

You giggle,“Alright,” you quickly run through your handshake once, and then exit the car.

You make your way to backstage of the show, and you hear Ellen start to talk.

“Alright, so everyone’s been talking about this new show, I think you might know it. It’s called Riverdale,” the crowd erupts in cheers, and it makes you feel a little better. “And we have two of the cast members here with us today. Y/n and Cole, join us please!”

For some weird fuckin reason, your balls suddenly drop, and you grab Cole’s hand as you walk onto the stage. He sends you an almost worried look, as if you startled him. But it quickly turns into a smile before you walk into the open stage.

When you are visible to the audience, they erupt in deafening cheers. Your cheeks begin to tighten from smiling so wide as you and Cole take a seat on the couch across from Ellen, still holding hands.

“Hey guys! You wanna know something? I think you two might be Hollywood’s hottest and favorite couple right now,” Ellen says with a wide grin.

“No way,” Cole says with a reciprocated grin.

“Yeah, in fact, I think there’s something I know that you two don’t. Take a look at the screen,” you and Cole nervously look toward the screen, only to see a video of you and him trying to perfect your handshake.

Your mouth drops open and you start giggling. You had no idea that someone was recording. And then you realized who else was on set that day.

After the video was over, you spoke up,“Camila is a dead woman. That’s our secret handshake!”

“Oh well, sorry y/n, but I think someone in the crowd may have already gotten your handshake down. Anyone want to come up and try it with y/n and Cole?”

About 15 or so hands shoot up, and she picks two girls out of the crowd, one to try it with you and one for Cole.

You stand up as they approach and walk onto the stage, and you greet the first girl and the other one goes to Cole.

“Okay, whichever pair gets the handshake down the fastest gets something. 3 … 2 … 1 … Go!”

You instantly get to work teaching the fan how to do your handshake, and you try to not focus on Cole even though he’s invading your mind.

After about five minutes, you and the girl high five as you finally get the handshake down. Cole and the other fan get it down a minute later.

“Well, y/n, looks like you won. Wanna know what you two have won?”

You and the girl nod nervously,“Great. You’ve won the satisfaction of knowing you’re better than these two,” Ellen jokes.

After that, the rest of the interview goes smoothly. You and Cole end up leaving with a great feeling and t-shirts with each other’s faces on it. Very Ellen.


A few weeks after the interview, you and Cole decide to go back to your dressing room to hang out again. Part of you wants to think that it’s because something might actually be happening between you two, but the pessimistic part of you says it’s just out of common courtesy.

But in those few weeks, you’ve been doing various things together. Going on fake dates, hanging out different places, taking fake pictures- things that aren’t good for you. Things that only get your hopes up.

You just have to keep reminding yourself that in four months, everything will go back to normal.

Later that day, Cole walks in,“Hey babe- can I call you that? I’ve always wanted to call someone babe, in a platonic way. People who call other people babe in platonic ways are cool.” He plops next to you.

You feel your cheeks heat up,“S-sure.”

Suddenly, he looks at you very weirdly,“Are you wearing lipstick? You never wear lipstick.”

You swallow,“uh, Bonita said it’s a confidence booster and that people listen to you more if you’re wearing lipstick. Thought I’d try it.”

“Huh. I like it,” he smiles cheekily at you.

You take a deep breath,“Listen, Cole. Is something going on between us? At all? I know this is supposed to be fake-”

“And it is,” he cuts you off,“it’s just for publicity.”

“I know that. But my feelings are telling me different. I think I-”

“Please don’t say something you’re going to regret. Please,” he sighs.

“I don’t regret what I feel. But apparently you do,” you huff and get up, storming out of the room. You had just admitted your feelings for a boy who doesn’t even look at you as anything more than a friend.

You can feel tears well in your eyes as you leave the building, not knowing if you’ll be able to face Cole tomorrow.

Got7 Reaction: Their S/O Fangirling Over a Different Band

JB: Jaebum would be kind of angry at first. His initial reaction would be pure amusement, but the more you began to gush about the members and how much you loved them, his smile would begin to fade. Aware of how petty he was being, JB would give you the silent treatment for the rest of the day. He first began doing it because of how offended he was, but slowly he began just to take enjoyment of how frustrated you were. His grudge went away by hour four of his silence, but he still refused to speak to you, only communicating through nods. He almost broke his composure several times throughout the day, but finally did when you were getting ready for bed.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Mark: Despite laughing it off as a joke, Mark would be a little more than irked by your outrageous response to a new album dropping. He was aware that you liked bands other than his own, but he did not expect for you to scream about how good your bias in the group looked. He would play the role of the good boyfriend, however, and buy the album for you. You would pick up on his demeanor pretty easily, for Mark isn’t very good at hiding what he’s feeling. You’d assure him over and over again that Got7 will always be your number one band, and he’ll always be your number one boy.

“Oh come on, Mark! You know that I love you guys a lot more than them!”

“Just wait until our comeback, Y/N. Just wait.”

Jackson: Jackson would instantly be jealous of the member in the band you talked about the most. Hearing you list off the things you liked about him would bring Jackson to think, “What does he have that I don’t?” He would simply sit back and watch you continue to talk about them, a sour look on his face. His frown would slowly dissolve into a loving smile, though, as he watches as your eyes light up while you talk. He loved watching you get so into talking about the things that you cared about, so he tries to get over his jealousy to see you be happy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, keep going! What’s the leader’s name again?”

Jinyoung: “Pfff, that’s nothing!” Jinyoung would watch the screen intently as you showed him the band’s music video for the first time, talking about how much you loved all of the members as it went on. He would simply shake his head, saying how he could do any of that with no problem. You found it cute that Jinyoung was so jealous he had to try and prove himself over these people you had never met, and only idolized. Once the video was over, Jinyoung presses replay and begins to try and copy the dance moves as they happen. He mutters along with the song, only being able to really belt the chorus since he had picked up on that part the first time he watched it. His dance moves were sloppy, not holding the same precision as the ones in the music video. When it finished, however, Jinyoung stood proud, arms over his chest.

“Told you it was easy.”

Youngjae: Youngjae would be a little hurt hearing you talk about someone else so highly. His heart would sink as you begin to rave about your bias, saying how wonderful he is. He would put on a brave face, though, and beam at you with that lovely smile of his as you continue. You would notice something was off, though, as his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He would quietly admit to you that he felt he was “lesser” than your bias when you asked him about it. You would pull him in for a tight hug and promise him that he’s all you’ll ever need, no matter what.

“I love you so much, Youngjae, you have no idea.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

BamBam: Bams would join in on your excitement. He would know that he outranked anyone else that you happened to listen to on a regular basis. He would find the way you sang along to their new songs and jumped around to them simply infectious, and couldn’t help but jump in mid-song. He would find your waist and twirl around the living room with you, belting the lyrics as loud as he possibly could. You would sing with him, barely getting the lyrics out past your laughter directed at your boyfriend. After each song he would pull you in for a quick peck, reminding you that he’s the only one you’ll ever need.

“BamBam you’re going to get us evicted!!”

[Continues to sing, making his voice even louder than before]

Yugyeom: Similar to BamBam, Yugyeom would know that he’s the main guy in your life. He knows that there is no competition in your relationship, since he is yours, and you are his. He would simply watch in amusement as you sang along, ranted about them, and even attempted to dance with them. He would help you with your dancing, straightening your arms and showing you which foot should come first. He finds it so cute that you are so passionate about something, even though it isn’t his own band. When you asked him if he were tired of hearing you talk about them, he simply shrugged it off with a smile and asked if you wanted to run through the dance again.

“Jagi, your right foot in front of the other, not the left.”


yay ! first reaction done !

I know this has been done about a million times but I thought I’d try my hand at it.  none of the gifs are mine !!



Word count: 653

 You are running through the compound to meet Four. It’s almost midnight and the halls are empty. There’s no need to hide anymore since Eric won’t bitch about it, but sneak out to spend the night with Four is something completely different.Even when it’s just a dinner. You’re just about to turn left when someone grabs your arm. You almost scream but you know who it is. He pulls his arms around your waist and leans closer.

 “Planning to go meet someone? ” He whispers and you can’t help but smile.

 “Busted.” You crash your lips into his, feeling the warm of his body against yours. But sadly, it ends too fast.

 “What?” You ask, seeing the worried expression on Four’s face.

 “We need to talk.”

 “About?” As always, you get irritated, an inherited characteristic of your beloved brother.

 “Eric, (Y/N).” Four takes your hand and leads you to an isolated hallway where he knows there are no cameras.

 “Are you worried about Eric? Well, he’s fine, actually. He’s still annoying me even though I’m done with initiation.” Sarcasm has always been your way out this kind of situations.

 “(Y/N), it’s not a joke. Things are getting serious now. The… whole Divergent thing.” He whispers.

 “He doesn’t need to know.”

 “Yes, he does.” Four takes a deep breath, taking both your hands in his.

 “You know I don’t like Eric, but you’re still the only family he has that is worth having. I need to know what to do if…”

 “If it comes to war.” You nervously toss your hair. The Divergent thing scares you more than almost anything.


 “What if he… starts to hunt me down?”

 “Eric wouldn’t kill you. You are his sister; it doesn’t matter what you are.”

 “And what…” You hear Eric’s voice coming from behind you. You jump a little and turn around. Eric stares at you with eyes of a killer. “…are you?” He asks, walking up to you and Four.

 “Nothing.” You say quickly.

 “When you told me you loved him, did I say anything?” Eric asks you.

 “Yes. We argued a lot, actually.” You try to ease the tension, but of course, Eric doesn’t budge.

 “Now you and I have secrets? How is this better than back at Erudite?”  Eric becomes angry and grabs your arm, taking you away from Four, who tries to help to say things you don’t understand.

 “Let me go! Or I’ll never tell you anything ever again!” You snap at your brother as you try to pull free from his tight grip.

 With one more push, you’re free.

 “Let’s talk in your apartment.” You mutter, taking Four’s hand to calm yourself down.

 When you get there, Eric doesn’t let you or your boyfriend sit or anything. He just stares at you, waiting.

 “Are you ready, brother?” Vainly, you try to get some time to think.

 “If this bastard got you pregnant, I’ll throw him…”

 “Eric, I’m not pregnant. I’m Divergent.” You say all of a sudden, just to get the blank look off of Eric’s face. You wait to see if you’ll need to fight or run or murder your own brother in order to survive. You would be glad if you stupid boyfriend would say anything to help you, but he remains silent by your side, still holding your hand tight.

 “I already knew it.” Eric simply says as he walks towards the kitchen. “I’m an ex-Erudite, I’m not stupid. I modified your test and everything else. You’re safe as long as you don’t make any stupid decision. As you should not as a former Erudite and Divergent.”

 “Ya know I love you, right, bro?” You run to the kitchen and hug him tight, relieved.

 “Yeah, I know. Now get your boyfriend out my apartment. ” He snaps.

 You and Four run out of Eric’s apartment, rushing to the Pit to dance a bit. You need to celebrate.

ff-sunset-oasis  asked:

Hi!!! <3 Just sending in a Bluna+Drarry prompt before i go to sleep ... Blaise scrutinized Draco and said smugly to Harry, "Personally, I think /my/ blond is a lot prettier than /yours/." || Thank you! Also I hope you have a great day <3

Blaise scrutinized Draco and said smugly to Harry, “Personally I think my blond is a lot prettier than yours.”

Harry laughed awkwardly. Dealing with Draco’s friends was still very new to him and Blaise in particular was very hard to decipher, specially when he frowned and cleared his throat like he was doing right now. Had he not been joking?

Draco rolled his eyes. “Are you seriously doing this right now? We’re about to have pudding!”

Blaise ignored him and continued to stare down at Harry. “Also, smarter,” he added as he watched Harry’s cheeks get redder. 

 Luna walked back from the kitchen, levitating four plates of chocolate cake. “He’s only testing Harry to see how protective he is of you, you know.” Luna’s voice was soft and low enough so only Draco could hear. 

He turned to look at her curiously. “Yes, that’s exactly it. How do you know?” he asked, accepting the plate she offered him.

Luna smiled. “You’re not the only one who knows Blaise.” 

Draco smiled briefly too, before he was interrupted by Blaise’s third attempt.

“And, hotter.” 

“Hey!” Harry started and Draco’s jaw dropped. 

“Is that where you draw the line? Really Potter?” 

Harry ignored him too, and completely missed Blaise’s satisfactory smirk. “Maybe you’re just jealous that Draco’s brunette is much hotter than Luna’s.”

Blaise’s smirk disappeared, his mouth set in a thin line. “Oh really? Maybe you’re jealous because I am not with a conceited prick.” 

“Clearly,” Harry agreed. “But she is.” 

Luna nudge Draco’s shoulder, taking his attention away from the bickering pair. “You want to see my homemade care products for blond hair? I think a few drops of Baneberry oil would make yours look even better.” 

Draco considered for a moment, pretty certain that he didn’t want any type of weird oils touching his hair, but even more certain that he liked Luna. 

“Sure.” he stood up and glanced towards Harry and Blaise who were still arguing. “But take their cakes with us. They don’t deserve them.” 

Luna giggled and nodded as they went upstairs, wondering how long it’d take their boyfriends to notice their absence.

I hate you

Requested: Yes by the lovely @camila05hdz

Could you do Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff reader? It’s okay if you are busy though :) Or a James Potter one? James yeah a James one would be amazing.

Warnings: Angst, hurt, cussing, the usual.

Pairing: James Potter x Hufflepuff Reader

Summary: You have always had feelings for James, feelings you put on the table and he didn't return. Until it was too late.

Authors Note: Thanks for your request! Hope you like it! Sorry it took so long!! This is a pretty long imagine so I hope that makes up for it! I’m not 100% happy with this so sorry if it sucks!

Originally posted by chasingxprongs

Your body was pressed against his, hot breath brushed over your neck,  your legs intertwined.

“I love you (y/n). I always have.”

His voice was soft and it blew into your ear and straight to your heart. His words tugged at your heartstrings and for the first time in a very long time, you felt at peace. 

“I love you too James.”

You mumbled out the words in a sleep filled haze. Everything seemed perfect until the world started fading away. Pieces of the room started to drift apart and disconnect, the world was fading to black and when you turned to your side and James was gone. 

With a gasp, you woke up. Yet another dream filled with him. Another night filled with the fantasy you created as if it would ever happen. James was infatuated with Lilly much like you were with him. The only difference is that you haven't told him. How could you? Not only was he one of your best friends it clearly wasn’t going to happen. He was so open about his feelings for Lily.

Groaning you got up. After getting dressed you walked into the great hall meeting your four friends at the usual table. Remus, Sirius and Peter were sitting on one side and James on the other. Which of course meant the only spot left was next to James. You let out an internal groan before plastering on a fake smile and taking a seat.

“Nice of you to join us sleeping beauty.” 

Sirius’s joking tone rang out at you and you looked up at him, rolling your eyes. 

“Leave our little hufflepuff alone, Padfoot.” 

James’s voice was full of amusement and he draped an arm around your shoulder. The moment his skin met yours, you tensed up. Heat radiated from that spot on your shoulder and traveled straight into your cheeks, making them turn a pink tone. Lucky for you no one seemed to notice. Or so you thought. Remus had caught the look on your face and how your body seemed to tense at his touch. He could read you like one of his many books. You stayed with James’s arm around you while you played with the small amount of food on your plate until Remus spoke.

“(y/n) can I talk to you for a minute?”

You responded with a simple nod and he got up, walking towards the door and you followed him. He walked away from the busy hall and towards a quiet corridor. Stopping once he made it, he turned towards you. 

“You like him, don’t you?”

For a moment the breath left your lungs but you quickly regained your strong façade.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t be coy with me (y/n). I saw how you reacted when he put his arm around you.”

“Remus, I don’t know what you saw but I don-“

“You can lie to me all you want but you should tell him. Do it for yourself at the very least you can move on.”

With that he was gone; leaving you in the silent corridor. Your mind had to process what had just happened. Had you been obvious about it? Had he read your journal? No of course not. Your mind was a mess, constantly doing flips, while your heart was beating fast. You knew Remus was right. The git always was. Taking in a breath you decided it was time. Time to put your cards on the table. Time to tell James. 

You let your legs carry you and absentmindedly you made it to James’s dorm. It was minutes before you even moved you just stayed there. Still as could be not moving, your breath started to slow and you knew you needed to hurry before all your confidence drained away. Taking in a deep breath you knocked lightly. The room was silent and after a while it was apparent that it was empty. You let out a frustrated whine, it was like the universe didn’t want you to tell him. 

Maybe it was a sign. 

Running a hand through your hair, you slumped against the wall and decided to wait, if you left you most likely would have chickened out. Pulling your journal out of your bag you let your mind take you elsewhere as the ink from your quill ran across the pages.

James Potter. Why can’t you see what you are doing to me? The way your brown irises cause heat to rise in my cheeks. The way your laugh make my heart melt just the slightest bit. The way you make me fall head over heels in love when you simply smile. Today is the day I tell you. 


Snapping your head up you met those brown irises that you adored so much. You quickly closed your journal putting it in your bag and standing up.

“J-james hey.”

“What are you doing here?” 

“I was waiting for you actually. I need to talk to you.”

He nodded and unlocked the dorm letting you walk in before he followed and  shut the door. 

“What did you want to talk about?” 

You twiddled your thumbs nervously and took in a breath. If you were going to do this you just needed to get it out. 

“Look James. You are one of my best friends and I know how you feel about Lily but I need to get this out.”

You paused to look at his reaction. He had a brow raised and was giving you a skeptical look.

“I like you. I mean really  like you. Hell maybe even love you. My feeling are more than friendly that’s for sure. I just needed to tell you.”

You kept your gaze on him, hoping that maybe just maybe he felt the same. He widened his eyes slighlty and took a breath.

“(y/n) I-I…you are an amazing person but…I love Lily.”

You nodded sadly and grabbed your bag, walking out he was calling after you but you didn’t care. Everything hurt, you knew he didn’t feel the same but actually hearing the words leave his lips killed you. It was like every nerve on your body was on fire but not in a good way. It burned and scorched at your skin making its way to your heart. The pain it caused was indescribable. 

A violent sob left you as you walked towards your dorm room. You tried to keep your tears in but it was difficult. You had liked James for as long as you could remember but apart from that the thing that truly hurt was you lost him as a friend as well. You lost him and it was damn near killing you.

-Two months later-

It had been a couple months since you had last seen James. It was hard to stay so far away from him, but you had told yourself it was for the best. The time away was painful yes but not completely terrible. You had met your new boyfriend Ethan. He was a good guy who made you happy. You had finally felt free, like a part of you had moved on. James was now dating Lily, he seemed happy. Everything was falling into place. It still stung to see him with her but not as bad as before. 

You had just finished potions when you ran into him. The corridor was now empty and the air between you two grew heavy.


You went to walk away but he lightly grabbed your arm.

“(y/n) wait.”

You turned around at looked at him, his eyes seemed sorrowful and you didn’t understand why. You stayed silent so he continued to talk.

“These last two months without you have been hell (y/n). I didn’t realize that night but I do now. It’s always been you. You are the one I love. I was stupid. I didn’t realize what I was missing until you left. I need you (y/n).”

Your eyes widened slightly. You wanted so badly to hear those words and now when you are happy and moved on he decides to tell you?

“You can’t do this to me. Not now. Not when I’ve finally moved on. I put all my cards on the table that night James and you shut me down.”

Your voice cracked at the end and his gaze had softened. His hand stayed on your arm.

“I’m sorry I realized so late. (y/n) please. I need you.”

You pulled your arm from his grip and stormed down the hall. Rage filled your mind and you saw red. How could he do this to you? How could he wait this long, let you move on and then decide to tell you?

You hadn’t even realized James caught up to you until his hands were firmly on your upper arms and his lips were pressed to yours. Your eyes widened and you stayed stiff, but after a moment you eased into it and you were kissing him back. 

Sparks shot through your body and you almost let yourself be pulled into him. You had never felt like this with Ethan but he was still your boyfriend you couldn’t do this to him. 

Pulling back you slapped him. You were unsure where that came from but you were so engorged with rage your body was taking over. James put a hand to his cheek and started at you. The fire in his eyes still hadn’t calmed down. 

“I have a boyfriend James and you have Lily. We can’t do this. You can’t do this.”

James eyes teared up slightly and you took in his appearance he looked like a mess. His eyes were red with dark bags under them, his dark locks were messy like he had been tugging on them over and over again.

“I broke up with Lily. She isn’t you (y/n).”

His voice was soft and airy and you felt your heart crack all over again.

“Stay away from me James. I-I hate you.”

“You say that but your still here.”

His voice sounded so broken, he sounded like you had months ago. You shook your head in disbelief and walked away leaving him in the hall.

That night you couldn’t sleep. You had broken up with Ethan shortly after your confrontation with James. It was just to much. All of it. James ruined you for months and when you finally rebuild hes back to crumble your walls. 

A knock sounded at your door disrupting your sorrowful haze. You opened the door to revile James, even more distraught than before. He walked in before you could even react.

“James. I’ve had enough. Please just leave.”

Your tone was soft and it cracked under the pressure of his gaze. 

“I’m so sorry (y/n). So bloody sorry. I should have told you that night. I should have ran after you and kissed you but I didn’t instead I made a mess. But merlin (y/n) I love you. I need you. Please tell me I’m not to late.”

He was pleading for your affection. Without another thought you pushed your lips to his. Passion filled the air and everything aside form you and him vanished. His hands went to cup your face and your hands went to his hair. Tongues battled with each other and heat sparked in every nerve, this time in a good way. It was just you and him. 

Pulling away for air you spoke.

“I hate you.”

“So you say but yet your still here.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips to his once again.

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anonymous asked:

Whats the fun of competitive? Im not trying to be rude or anything its just that they insult me so much when I played...I specified that It was my first time and still they put me so many names [Chat & Micropohone]....That i dont want to touch the game again.... (Ex Mercy/Zenyatta main)

I got tilted so much the past four seasons that I stopped caring about my rank and only cared for some comp points. Which mean playing lots of comp and get those lucky wins!

Hey if no one is gonna talk, you can be the one talking for your team! Make comments on the gameplay, make fun of your teammates (not in an insulting way) Joke about your own death like “oh shet this genji is gonna get my butt, HELP HELP MY OWN CREATION IS TURNING AGAINST ME!” and of course compliment your teammates! (Nice heals! FILL ME WITH THAT HEAL JUICE! Omg our mccree just killed two people even when he doesn’t know what time it is! LETS GO LETS GO! Hey group up so I can stick this healing stick up all your asses at the same time.)

Be the positive person among that sea of toxic comp players. You get used to insults and that is how comp becomes fun for me. Also if one person is continuously insulting/being mean to player, report them! Blizzard is really trying their hardest to make the game safe and fun to play. And me playing the game for over a year now, they are improving very well!