pizza rolls are all i want

We are in a very busy and crowded tavern and the barkeep is completely overwhelmed.

Bard: I really want a pizza
DM: I don’t think pizza exists yet
Rouge: Well we want some bread with tomato sauce and cheese.
Barkeep: I really don’t have the time or staff for this right now
Bard: I roll to seduce for pizza
*Rolls Nat20*
DM: *sigh* Not only do you get the pizza, the barkeep invents pizza for you.

whats so weird abt the taz finale is…like…were all so anxious and nervous like “god griffin dont hurt us too bad w this end!” or “cant wait for griffin to fucking kill me!“ and like…i know yall are tired of "taz fans are relocated homestucks” commentary but i honest to god think its because were comparing taz to homestuck
like when homestuck updated, it was something to fear. whos gonna die this time? whos going grimdark? whos breaking the game from the inside?
there was always something to be fearful of
but taz is…different and i dont think any of us have really gotten past homestuck to see that yet
the taz finale isnt something we should fear, griffin doesnt want to hurt us, this isnt a story of doom and destruction and death, its a story of hope
its honestly one of the most optimistic stories about the apocalypse ive ever seen
dont get me wrong, i loved homestuck, but this finale, compared to act 7, isnt something we should all be worried about or scared for…
griffin mcelroy isnt breaking into our homes to beat us over the head with an upd8
griffin mcelroy is pulling up an extra chair to his figurative dinner table with his brothers and dad and saying “hey! this thing we worked on for so many years, were finally finishing it! hang out for a while and listen, maybe?” and offering you a big plate of pizza rolls
this isnt like when a tv show ends and your afraid of the writers adding some big unnecessary twist to the ending for shock value…griffin has built up this world to make us happy, and i honestly cant see it being something that would upset us or anger us or any of those things. i think it will be beautiful and exactly what we all have truly wanted out of this show: hopeful

The Mind of a Feeder

-The more you eat, the hornier I get
- Let me jiggle all of your fat
- I want to feel your chubb
- Don’t stop eating
- There is no such thing as “too full”
- I want to grab that roll of fat hanging over your jeans
- That fat roll on your back…
- You gaining weight 😍😍👌
- Bury my face in your chubb
- *Poke poke* This is fun
- That shirt is not too small. It looks fine. Come on, let’s go.
- Of course you can have a salad. And pasta. And fries. And pizza. And ice cream.
- The way your belly sits in your lap… *drool*😍😍
- Squash me with all your weight
- I love feeling your belly against me when we hug
- When you talk about how much you ate
- When you say “You’re gonna make me fat"
- Just because your shorts don’t fit doesn’t mean you look bad in them ;)
- Omg i can see your belly poking out 😍
- Please let me touch your chub

Drabble Prompt List

since i don’t feel like writing entire fics today, we’re gonna do drabbles. Send me a prompt number and a character and I’ll hopefully get to writing it today.

1. “Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful.”

2. “I’m feeling very emotionally vulnerable right now so just hold my damn hand.”

3. “We should get a dog.” “Absolutely not.”

4. “I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate.”

5. “Damn okay fine, I won’t send you anymore selfies.”

6. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

7. “I’m personally offended that you accepted that solo mission when you knew that you’d be away from me for four months.”

8. “Am I annoying?”

9. “When you’re sad, I’m sad, and then we’re all sad.”

10. “No, no. Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you fucking dare. Dammit.”

11. “Prove it.”

12. “If you use another pick-up line like that on me again I might punch you in the gut.”

13. “You’re telling me you’ve never been to Ikea?!”

14. “Tell me you need me.”

15. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you make me k-kinda nervous, and, wow, is it hot in here?”

16. “I ship us.”

17. “You make my dopamine levels surge.”

18. “I will never leave you by yourself.”

19. “It’s starting to kind of hurt my heart that you don’t say I love you back.”

20. “You’re jealous of who?!”

21. “Stop looking at me like I’m your everything.”

22. “You’ll catch me, right?”

23. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”

24. “Well that was immensely attractive.”

25.  “If you touch her I will end you.”

26. “You’re a fucking child.” “I simply suggested that we should go splash in the puddles outside, damn.”

27. “You look so great, I might cry.”

28. “I can cook Pizza Rolls and Cup O’ Noodles and that’s about it.”

29. “Shut up, I’m hilarious.”

30. “Mine.”

31. “Having something you can’t bear to lose is fucking scary.”

32. “I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

33. “Salad? Do I look like a fucking rabbit.”

34. “I don’t tell you I love you enough.”

35. “I’m not clingy, I just like being near you all the time.”

36. “Baby, I will never stop trying to help you see your beauty.”

37. “Well if that’s how you feel, then leave.”

38. “That can’t be legal.”

39. “I would just like to remind you that I love you before I destroy you in laser tag.”

40. “Wow okay, this is not going the way I planned it out in the shower.”

41. “I don’t deserve you.”

42. “I’ve never been happier in my life.”

43. “My side of the wedding party is much cooler than your’s.”

44. “You’re dangerously gorgeous.”

45. “I should be the only one making you happy.”

46. “All I want is to be everything you need.”

47. “Please come home, I miss you.”

48. “You’re a very different drunk than I thought you’d be.”

49. “I fucking adore you.”

50. “Of course we’re not going to duet a Disney son-” “mY wHOLe liFE Has beEn A sERieS of dOors IN mY FAcE.”

51. Author’s Preference

Why Herbalists and Pheonix Sorcerers Don't Mix

Our party has found our way into a giant dead tree that was once the home to a very wealthy elf and is now infested with undead and fiends. Most of the party’s energy is spent on keeping the Pheonix Sorcerer (who is also our party’s herbalist) from burning the place down.

We find ourselves in a large indoor garden complete with magical fake sun and weeping treant gardener. Through circumstances the sorcerer has become invisible (partially my fault for rubbing him with a flower that turns people invisible) and found his way into a shack kept dark to grow mushrooms in. Four major mushroom colonies are in here, all of which the rest of the party has identified before, but the sorcerer want paying attention.

Through terrible rolls the sorcerer has falsely identified three of the mushrooms as deadly deadly poison, then he gets to the fourth… Which actually is deadly deadly poison.

Sorc: I attempt to identify the glowing white mushroom. *Rolls, gets a two*
DM: you’re pretty sure this mushroom is great on pizza.
Sorc: okay I have an idea! I pick one.
DM: with bare hands?
Sorc: what no! I’ve got gloves in my Herbalists kit. I put them on when I’m about to herbal.
DM: okay you pick a mushroom. It still glows
Sorc: okay I put some of the spores from the sleep flower on it… And then a petal from the invisible flower!
DM: well the mushroom still glows but is now invisible and has little spores on it.
Sorc: okay cool… I eat it.
Whole party stares
DM: roll a con save *sorc fails* okay you do to 0 HP, roll a death save
Sorc: aw shit
Fighter/bard: wait 0 HP?
DM: yeah he’s dying
Me: that… *Finally realizes* oh…
Fighter/bard: Pheonix Sorcerer…
Me: when he hits 0 HP…
Sorc: oh yeah, I use Pheonix spark
DM: *reads the rules* okay yeah… You’re not dead… *Points to rest of the party* you guys hear an explosion and see fire blow a hole in the roof of the mushroom shack
Sorc: *leaves the shack looking like a blown up cartoon character* do NOT go in there!

I wish we could hurry up get through this bullshit of being apart and start our lives together. Instead of snuggling your hoodie and laying my head on your pillow with my tears covering it, I wish I was snuggling you with my head on your chest because I sleep so much better with you. Instead of falling asleep on the phone, I wish I was falling asleep to your kisses. Instead of waking up to your text, I wish I was waking up to your perfect little smile. Instead of your tooth brush sitting in the holder in the same spot where you left it, I wish I was yelling at you because you left it out on the counter. Instead of my floor being clean, I wish it was covered with your clothes because you never pick up after yourself. Instead, of eating pizza rolls and having them all to myself, I wish I was able to give you the last one because I know you really want it. Instead of having my whole bathroom to get ready, I wish you were kicking me out and making me use the small mirror so you can use the big one (even though you don’t need it because you are already beautiful without makeup) Instead of watching movies on FaceTime, I wish we were arguing over the remote and who gets to pick what show we watch. Instead of eating whatever I want for dinner, I wish we were taking hours trying to decide what to eat since you always say “i don’t care” Instead of having my bed to myself, I wish I was sharing it with you and falling off the edge since you take up so much space. In stead of being apart I wish I was there or you were here. Instead of being 600 miles apart I wish we were getting on each other’s nerves from being together so much. I wish I was with you, living our dysfunctional but yet perfect life together

People make fun of me for being single and never dating anyone, but I don’t want to. I don’t want a relationship. I don’t want someone to feel obligated to text me all the time, and compliment me like crazy. I don’t want someone whose always gonna sugar coat or for me and be nice. I don’t want someone whose gonna hide stuff from me. If you wanna text me great, text me. If you think I look nice say so. I want someone whose gonna be blunt and tell me how it is. I want someone who can make me laugh till I can’t breath. I want someone who is gonna be my best friend and my lover. I want someone who I can talk about pizza rolls with and have the deepest conversations. I want someone who I can tell them Everything I have been and who I wanna be. I want someone who wants to go on crazy adventures and travel. I want someone who I can chill with in sweat pants and eat chipotle, or go out and party my ass off. I don’t need expensive dates or gifts, or undivided attention. I just want someone who wants me and just me. So it’s not that I don’t want a relationship, it’s more that there is no one who is worth a relationship…yet.
—  I want…

The Losers High School Graduation

-Stan would be valedictorian and you can bet your ass Richie would simultaneously be vaping and eating a pizza whilst screaming through a megaphone “THATS RIGHT STANLEY YOU TELL EM WHOSE BOSS!!”

-The other Losers would roll their eyes at this but also cheer for Stan as well during the appropriate times unlike Richie

-Everyone would throw their caps up at the end except for Eddie because he’s afraid he might accidentally grab someone else’s and get lice

-They all gather at the end congratulating each other and hugging

-Stan “okay not for nothing but are we all gonna ignore the fact that Richie actually fucking graduated?”

-Eddie “I can believe it, they just wanted to finally get rid of him”

-Richie “They can get rid of me, but you guys can’t.” *dabs*

Things that drive Yuri Katsuki a little nutso once he marries into the Nikiforov lifestyle
  • Why does this avocado toast cost 4000 yen
  • Where do all these marble busts keep coming from you can’t even tell me who they are
  • No really it is just half an avocado?? Mashed into a piece of toast?? Victor??
  • When I said I was in the mood for pizza I meant like those Tostino pizza rolls you can get in America, not that I wanted you to install a wood burning brick pizza oven in our house
  • Our dog does not need a solid gold collar engraved with a snowflake to match our wedding rings
  • Look I will just make you some avocado toast Victor I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with avocado toast 
  • FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WE DON’T HAVE ROOM IN OUR HOUSE FOR ANYMORE MARBLE BUSTS
  • I am not stoking the fire in our new wood burning pizza oven to make you these Totino’s pizza rolls you had express shipped frozen from America, Victor 

anonymous asked:

would you please write some more supercorp? whenever you want! thank you!

alex lets her get away with moping for only four days before she strides into kara’s apartment, a sense of purpose dressed in leather. she shuts the door behind her and, instead of responding to what feels like an appropriately indignant “hey that’s my door, remember!”, alex just snaps her fingers and points kara to the couch.

she places her helmet on the kitchen island, taking a moment to steady herself as kara decides—of her own volition, not because alex is scary at all—to take a seat on her couch.

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three weeks early (2)

HERE YALL GO BUT BEFORE YOU READ;
i realize i was stupid to do the ‘300 notes thing’ and i apologize because i was being really extra about it idk what came over me. i get now that it isn’t cool to do that so as a sorry i’m posting this waaaay sooner than expected
enjoy!
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you were wheeled into your hospital room by shawn where you were supposed to be getting dressed into the hospital gown before the doctor came in.

“babe i’m going to tell you the same thing i told you nine months ago when this whole thing began.” shawn said, handing you the neatly folded hospital gown along with some fuzzy socks and a sports bra.

“what’s that?” you hummed, tying your hair into a quick messy bun.

“take your pants off.”

“oh my god shawn,” you laughed, swatting his chest before closing the door to the bathroom to change.

“it’s true though!” he yelled from the other side of the door. you laughed as you pulled on the large hospital gown over your sports bra. you opened the door, revealing shawn still standing on the other side.

“can you tie this?” you turned around, handing him the strings to tie the gown together.

“cute butt,” he commented as he finished tying the gown. you rolled your eyes, “yeah yeah, now help me get on this bed.”

-

it’s been five hours since you arrived at the hospital and no baby yet. you knew that the process wasn’t going to be quick, but it’s been 5 hours and as of an hour ago you were only 3 centimetres dilated. as for the baby, the doctors said it’s normal for them to come this early and there should be nothing wrong. they did an ultrasound just to make sure everything was okay, and as far as you and shawn knew, your little girl was in good condition.

the only sound in the room right now was your baby’s steady heartbeat coming from one of the many wires and wraps you were hooked up to. shawn was sitting on the chair next to the bed texting both your parents, and tweeting to update the fans on what’s going on. from what shawn told you, they understood that he wouldn’t be continuing the rest of tour for obvious reasons and you were glad. you knew they were going to be understanding, he was about to have a baby he won’t have any time to tour for a few years. in the earlier months of the pregnancy he told you and his team that once the baby was born he was probably going to take a break from everything. he said he probably won’t start touring again until she’s at least 3, but he’ll continue to write music and occasionally record some to keep the fans interested.

you drew in a deep breath as you felt another contraction hit. they weren’t that painful yet, but you could definitely feel them. you were a little worried because the baby hasn’t been moving as much as normal but when you expressed your concern to the nurse they said it was probably because she’s in a different position and i won’t feel her movements as much.

“another contraction?” shawn asked, immediately setting his phone down and grabbing your hand.

“yeah but it’s gone now, they aren’t that bad. i’m tired though, i just want to sleep.” you sighed, laying back onto the rather large hospital bed. “would they mind if i slept?”

“how can you sleep?” shawn chuckled, “aren’t you in pain?”

“yes but that’s what the drugs are for.”

shawn shook his head, “you’re not putting drugs into our baby.”

“oh really?” you asked. “you can decide that when you’re pushing a baby out of you. i’m getting the epidural shawn.” you have him the death stare, something you haven’t done in a long, long time. “i need it shawn, you don’t understand.”

“do you really need it?” he sighed. he was only being argumentative because he knew you wanted an all natural birth, and you clearly stated you never wanted an epidural because you absolutely hated needles. you did want an all natural birth at first, but after a few hours of labour you decided you wanted an epidural so you didn’t feel as much pain.

“i’m in pain shawn, anything to lessen it would be nice.” you said, closing your eyes as another contraction came along. this one was the most painful one so far, which had to mean you were getting closer to actually giving birth, right? you grasped the handle of the bed in need of something to hold for a few seconds before the contraction faded, which luckily it was a quick one.

“i’m hungry.” you announced. “let’s order some pizza or something.” you reached for your phone that was resting on the table next to your bed to order. shawn grabbed it from your hands, telling you he would order it even though it was 1am, and he would just pick it up from the store. “i can’t believe you’re literally about to have a baby and all you can think about it pizza.” he laughed, walking out of the room to quickly pick up your pizza from the pizza place that was luckily down the road.

while he was gone the doctor returned to come check your progress, and still nothing. you had only dilated one more centimetre in almost two hours. you were beginning to worry about the baby because isn’t it supposed to be quicker than this? you hadn’t read much on the actual time it may take from when your water breaks to when the baby is born, and you knew everyone was different, but you honestly thought it was going to be quicker than this.

shawn’s parents and aaliyah arrived shortly after the doctor left the room, you were glad they came. unfortunately your family lived in the states and couldn’t get her as quick as shawn’s family. you informed your parents what’s happening though, and they said they were booking a flight to come see you and the new baby.

“where’s shawn?” aaliyah asked, taking a seat in the chair shawn once occupied.

“i’m right here, don’t worry i didn’t abandon her!” shawn exclaimed, rushing into the room with two pizza boxes. he set them down on the table at the far end of the room before greeting his family.

“hey kid, you’re in my chair.” he said, ruffling aaliyah’s hair.

“excuse me but someone had to sit next to y/n so she didn’t feel alone and clearly you weren’t doing the job…”

you smiled as you watched their playful sibling banter, hoping one day your little girl would have a sibling she could do this with. you had four older brothers growing up so this wasn’t new to you, but you also grew up with lots of play fights and being the dummy when they wanted to wrestle.

“okay first of all, i went quickly to pick up pizza she wanted that’s why i was gone. and second, she’s my wife so i win and you have to move.” he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled in triumph as she moved over to another chair next to her father.

“she didn’t have to move shawn,” you giggled. “you could’ve sat on the other side or with me. this bed is bigger than the normal hospital bed.”

“ha!” aaliyah yelled, earning a shush from both her parents. shawn rolled his eyes at her, turning his attention towards you.

“any more progress?” he asked, grabbing your hand full of IV needles and lightly kissing it.

“no,” you sighed. “they said i can try and get some sleep because this isn’t happening soon, but the nurse said the doctor is going to come in soon to do another ultrasound just to make sure everything is okay.” you took a bite from the slice of pizza that was on the small table in front of you, shawn must’ve put it there when you were talking to aaliyah.

“another ultrasound?” he asked, “that doesn’t sound good.”

“i’m sure she’s going to be fine shawn,” you tried to reassure him. “i’m going to try and get some sleep okay?”

he nodded, not being able to fathom the thought of something going wrong or something being wrong with his little girl. you made sure to do everything in your power to make this pregnancy go as smooth as possible, and if something were to go wrong now, shawn wouldn’t know what to do.

the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep was shawn placing his large hand on your even larger stomach and muttering something to his dad which you could barely make out.

-

“y/n!” you felt a harsh nudge, waking you up almost immediately. in front of you stood your husband, karen, manny, and aaliyah standing to the side looking worried, and almost a whole team of doctors rushing around you.

“wha-is it time? what’s going on?” you asked, rubbing your eyes due to the bright lights.

“they came in to do an ultrasound and you were sleeping but i didn’t want to wake you and i said they could do it while you slept so they did,” shawn said, a nurse soon interrupting him to explain the rest of the story.

“y/n, the cord has somehow wrapped its way around your baby’s neck in a very rare way and as she moves further down, the cord is getting tighter and tighter. we have an emergency c-section scheduled for you very soon.”

the nurse rushed away, leaving you at a loss for words. the entire room was chaotic right now and you weren’t sure what to do. shawn returned to your side, now in blue scrubs so he could come in the room with you. without you having to say anything, he wrapped his arms around you the best he could, knowing you needed some comfort.

“shawn,” you cried into his chest. “i’m scared.”

“i am too, but she’s a mendes y/n. she’s gonna fight, i know it.” he whispered, comfortingly rubbing your back.

before you knew it, the doctor gave you the epidural and you were being wheeled into the operating room for the c-section. the entire process was a blur to you, you couldn’t feel pain but you could feel the pressure of whatever they were doing on the other side of the blue curtain. you were definitely crying, you didn’t know wether your baby was okay or not. shawn was given a seat right next to you and under no circumstances was he allowed to look beyond the curtain or he would be kicked out of the room.

“she’s gonna be okay,” he whispered, “we’re going to have a baby soon y/n.” you gave him a small smile as he wiped the tears off your face.

after a few more minutes, you could hear the doctors finally telling you she was almost out. you heard the doctors announce that she was out after a few seconds. shawn smiled, “y/n! we have a baby!”

you both were silent, expecting to hear a cry come from the little girl but after a few seconds too long without a cry, you knew something was wrong.

call no man happy

(that guardian angel thing)

-

Do you ever find yourself sitting at your desk, staring out the window, and wishing things were different? Wishing the universe would throw something interesting your way, just to break up the tedium?

Stop it.

Stop it right now and get a dog, start doing macrame, learn to play the flute, anything else.

The universe is a tricky son of a bitch and will kick you in the teeth as soon as give you a sign. So be careful with that daydreaming because you could end up saddled with a celestial felon that tries to get you arrested and drinks all your beer.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

-

Six months ago, several horrible things happened to Mo Guan Shan.

He dropped his brand new phone in the toilet, spilled coffee on his laptop, and he woke up to find a complete stranger eating pizza rolls on his couch. But we’ll get back to that.

At twenty-nine, Mo Guan Shan had resigned himself to a comfortable, yet mediocre existence. His job at the university library could be tedious, but paid enough for him to afford a small apartment in a not-completely-shitty part of town, food, and a little extra to put in his savings each month. The lower middle class American dream.

He had a few close-ish friends, co workers he got drinks with after work some days, and a boss that mostly left him to his own devices. So, no one actively horrible. Unless you consider the other tech that relentlessly hit, but she’s more obnoxious than villainous. His ex girlfriend was a bitch, but entirely avoidable.

His car was decent, a gold sedan from the early 2000’s that he routinely lost in parking lots. He’d bought it used the year before. It didn’t have air conditioning and smelled vaguely of cats, but it got him places he needed to go and had a working radio so… whatever.

There wasn’t going to be a movie made about his life, detailing his many adventures, but things could be worse and sometimes that’s all you can ask for.

Even still, he found himself wanting more. He’d find himself daydreaming while shelving books. But he knew he wasn’t going to do anything to change his situation, so he’d stick to feeling sorry for himself.

-

One cool morning in October, things got weird. The alarm went off and he considered throwing it against the wall. He showered, brushed his teeth, managed to cut himself shaving, got dressed, and made his way to the kitchen.

He froze mid step and nearly fell over. There was a man sitting on his couch. His hair was dark and messy like he’d just woken up. He wore a faded black t-shirt under a dark red hoodie, tight black jeans, and tattered black boots caked with dirt like maybe he’d come from a construction site. He was heavily tattooed, and eating his God damn pizza rolls.

“Who the FUCK are you?!” he demanded, searching the immediate area for something he could use as a weapon against the man if need be, but came up empty. He fumbled for his phone.

“How did you get in here? I’m calling the cops.”

The man laughed, “No you’re not.”

Mo Guan Shan looked down at the phone in his hand, watching the man out of the corner of his eye, but it wasn’t there. Looking around, confused, he spotted it. The asshole on the couch was holding it, smirking.

“What the fuck, who are you?” Mo Guan Shan asked again, more perplexed than angry at this point.

“Isn’t it obvious?” The man asked, “I’m your guardian angel.”

Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows, “Yeah, and I’m the king of candyland.” The man looked around, clearly unimpressed by the sparsely furnished room and picked up another pizza roll. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

What the fuck.

Against his better judgement, Mo Guan Shan almost felt inclined to believe him, which was distressing.

“Alright, psycho, you need to get the fuck out of here.”

The man shook his head, tossing Mo Guan Shan his phone, “Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to leave. I’ve read your file.”

“What the hell does that mean? What file?” Mo Guan Shan asked.

“Your case file. You’re just some boring fucker with a case of ‘poor pitiful me,’ and i don’t want to deal with that shit at all.”

Mo Guan Shan was at a complete loss. He checked the time on his phone and sighed, shoving it into his pocket. He was going to be late for the second time this month. He could hardly say ‘sorry boss, some lunatic broke into my apartment, stole my phone, and insulted me’ so now he had to come up with some convincing lie. Great.

All he could think to say was, “you don’t look much like an angel.”

The man rolled his eyes, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. “Yeah, I left my halo in my other coat.” He pulled a rolled up piece of, what looked like, parchment from his pocket and held it out to Mo Guan Shan.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he approached, taking the paper from him and unrolling it.. He read it twice, trying to make sense of it. Long story short, it was a contract, chastising him for whining in flowing calligraphy.

It told him that by signing he was agreeing to accept ‘the guidance of a heavenly angel.’ The fine print at the bottom said he acknowledged the angel was part of a ‘special rehabilitation program.’ Fantastic, he’s a charity case for angelic criminals to get community service hours.

“Why would I ever agree to this? Even if it was real, and it’s not, It’s ridiculous”

The man’s smile was vaguely sinister as offered Mo Guan Shan a golden fountain pen he’d pulled from another pocket.

“Because your life is boring, and I am not.”

Mo Guan Shan considered that, studying the man more closely now that he could see him. His eyes were dark gray, like the clouds before it rains. There were three small dots tattooed above his left eyebrow and several small symbols under his eyes. They looked familiar but he couldn’t pinpoint what they were.

There was a small rose with stem and leaves from is hairline to the bottom of his jaw. Little bits of black right under his hairline told Mo Guan Shan that if he shaved his head there’d be some on his scalp. The large intricate design that seemed to wrap all the way around his neck looked familiar also, like something he’d seen in an old book.

If any of this was true, it was probably that last part.

Fuck it, why not.

He snatched the pen and scribbled his signature on the line, handing both items back to the other man.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“He Tian.”

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Bonfire at La Push

Paul Lahote x reader

Warnings- One kind of suggestive reference (it’s not graphic though) and occasional swearing

This is kind of like a part 2 to ‘Imagine moving to La Push and becoming good friends with the pack’. I wish i made it more flirty but my mind kept going blank sorry guys:( I guess Paul is more flirty than imaginable hahah. I was thinking, if any of you guys wanted, of doing different versions of part 2 with different pairings like one with reader x another pack member? If you guys like the sound of that and want me to write one for another character then inbox me and let me know, i have anons turned on <3

“Hello, i just love your account :3 If you have time, could you write an imagine in which Paul Lahote is teasing/flirting with Y/N after he met her at La Push with the pack ? Thank you :p” requested by @haydenthoughts<3

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                                                  Part T W O 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part as well! let me know what you all think and lets try to get each part to 100 notes, yeah? if they reach 100 notes, I’ll write another part. if they don’t, it’ll just be delayed. xx

Parts: one, twothree, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                   I M A G I N E

LONDON, 20:00 P.M.

Night had finally arrived, and you were quickly settled in. The boys had shown you to your room, which they boasted it to be the largest room of the suite. You removed your day clothes and slipped on some black leggings and a baggy, white t-shirt. You were residing on one of the large couches with Michael while Luke and Ashton were playing ping pong nearby. 

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Getting Along

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

Request: Could you do a Jensen x Reader where the Reader puts an ad for a new roommate. Jensen calls and the Reader accepts, but later regrets it because all they do is bicker and fight over mundane things so she tries to annoy him so he can move out?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Life tip, don’t be an ass to your roommate if you ever have one. Talk stuff out like adults…


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noodle-bird  asked:

Hello lovely! How about a pynch au fic where Ronan and Adam meet when the fire alarms for their apartment building go off and everyone has to evacuate to the parking lot?

hey there!!! i am so sorry this is so late, and i don’t really have an excuse other than that life’s been incredibly busy – with good things, mostly, so that’s a plus at least. three notes: 1. this is definitely not a drabble of a couple hundred words, because i’m apparently terrible at keeping my own resolutions… but at the same time, 2. it’s also not a complete fic; it kinda feels like the start of one, and maybe i’ll write that au someday, but i decided to let this go for now or i would never fill your prompt, ack ^^;;; finally, 3. this is unbeta’d, so any mistakes (whether in the english or in general knowledge about american stuff) are exclusively mine. hope you enjoy!! <3

Adam didn’t need this. With midterms looming so close, and the opening shift at the coffee shop the following morning at ass o’clock, he was really looking forward to going over his chemistry notes one more time and then getting an early night. Instead, he had been forced out of his tiny flat and down four flights of stairs by a blaring siren.

Adam really didn’t need this.

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enemies to lovers yoongi

Originally posted by jimiyoong

  • wanna say this one goes out to my mom aka @warmau who inspired me to start my writing blogs so please check her out and send her love because she is my absolute favorite author on this site
  • but this au seems wild and im wildin today and blowing money on cherry bomb photocards so why not
  • you and yoongi both work in the food court of your local mall, but at different restaurants
  • he works at the pizza place and you work at the chinese restaurant
  • ever since you got the job, yoongi most definitely caught your eye from across the way
  • his dark, black hair that hangs in his sleepy eyes…
  • his pretty, pouty lips, that are forever in a permanent scowl…
  • his resting bitch face as he tries to convince people to waste their hard earned money on a combo meal…
  • yoongi is really the whole package
  • half of your work shift is spent just staring at him and hoping to the good lord above you don’t get caught
  • you have a few times but that is beside the point
  • you just stare wistfully and imagine what would happen if you crossed the food court and ran into his arms-
  • but alas, you cannot do that because if you’re in the restaurant business, you can’t just spend time with the enemy
  • even if you’re craving pizza, it is forbidden by restsurant law to even give your thoughts to the competition, so you’ve never actually talked to yoongi
  • ever
  • but that is a okay because your spot as cashier is the perfect viewing place to glance over at yoongi when you have a free moment
  • yoongi totally knows you’re checking him out at all seconds of the day, but he’s too shy to ever go over and say something to you, even when he’s not working, so he pretends that you don’t exist
  • besides, he has lyrics to write on the back of used receipts, melodies to tap out with spoons and knives
  • customers to swindle
  • but hoseok, who works at the pizza place too, totally realizes you two have the hots for each other so he’s always like “oh yoongi i think we should get chinese for lunch today, im really craving it”
  • “it’s not even our lunch break??”
  • “okay well go get me a snack then, some lomein sounds amazing right now”
  • “hoseok, no, i know what you’re trying to do”
  • “oh come on yoongi, all you ever do is stare at them all dreamy!!”
  • and then hoseok clasps his hands over his heart and wails, “oh young, forbidden love, is there anything more romantic than that?!”
  • the whole food court has stopped to stare at him, including you, and yoongi is redder than the tomato sauce on the pizzas so he just ducks down behind the counter and doesn’t come up for like the next ten minutes
  • since you two never actually interact, you think all is lost but then
  • then
  • one day it’s particularly slow in the mall
  • it’s summer so you have a full day of work ahead of you, and you’ve gotten maybe ten customers in the four hours you’ve been working, and you still got like six hours to go
  • yoongi is in the same predicament, if not worse, because his dearest hoseok has off today and yoongi doesn’t really interact with his coworkers unless they’re hoseok so um…
  • the two of you are lazing around, stealing the additional glance at each other
  • when your boss comes over and is all “hey, we really are doing poorly today, we need to change our tactic to get some customers in”
  • he hands you a tray with little food samples on it and shoves you outside the safety from behind the counter, then says, “go out near the entrance to the food court and try to convince some people to get over here and eat our food”
  • “isn’t that a little i dunno… pushy.”
  • “do you like your paycheck or not”
  • so with some huffing and puffing and grumbling you take the tray and shuffle over towards the food court entrance, trying to pretend you aren’t embarrassed
  • but the pizza place is not having that, oh no, they also are under target today for sales and they won’t just have prospective customers snatched away like that
  • “alright yoongo, time to go win us over some customers!!”
  • “actually my name is yo-”
  • “use that charm of yours on the ladies, alright?”
  • “as long as i can use it on the dudes as well”
  • “sure sure whatever, just get out there and win us over some customers”
  • they hand yoongi a tray with some little pizza bites in little cups in it and he starts walking to the middle of the food court but his boss shouts, “no no, you need to be right over there with that chinese food! SHOW THEM THE SUPERIOR CUISINE”
  • if youre wondering, chinese food is better than pizza #facts
  • yoongi is a little freaked out by his boss’ enthusiasm for making sales but he does what’s asked of him because the only other place hiring right now is gamestop and he doesn’t wanna be stuck with jungkook every two seconds he weebs out over overwatch and persona so like… this job is pretty important
  • but then yoongi realizes you’re the one who’s also trying to sell food and now he’s all flustered and embarrassed and he doesn’t know what to do so he just kind of stands there and gapes for a few seconds
  • but then he gets on his #customerserviceface and traipses over to you, smiling that cute lil gummy smile of his face
  • “i’m gonna take you down” his smile only grows bigger and you’ve never been so attracted yet so afraid of someone in your life
  • “oh it is SO on dough boy”
  • “shut up you noodle brat”
  • “pepperoni person”
  • “you really don’t have anything better than that, you piece of kung pao shrimp”
  • “like that was any better pineapple pizza”
  • “you take that one baCK”
  • “mAke mE”
  • you two are so busy squabbling that you kind of ignore would be customers for like the first fifteen minutes
  • but then you remember what you’re supposed to be doing and with one final glare at yoongi, you snap “i was here first anyhow”
  • “it’s a mall, not your backyard” yoongi rolls his eyes “i can be wherever i want”
  • “except on top because i bet i can give out all my samples before you can!”
  • yoongi laughs and nods “you’re on. first one out of food officially has the best food in the food court”
  • the two of you spend the next hour trying to shove people down shoppers throats, and most of them end up at the mcdonalds, but you and yoongi are so damn absorbed in your competition that you don’t even care that you’re not actually doing your respective businesses any good
  • but it’s fun?? you’re having fun??
  • you don’t think you’ve laughed harder in a work shift ever before, especially when yoongi starts trying to do some god awful italian accent to try and win some customers over about it being authentic pizza
  • and he can’t help but smile fondly when you try to explain to customers for the millionth time that no, you can’t make szechuan chicken mild when it’s already premade with the szechuan sauce on it already
  • and when there aren’t any shoppers around, you and yoongi just kinda.. talk
  • he tells you about his dream to get to college to work with music production and how he doesn’t have the money right now, which is why he’s working at the freaking food court right now
  • and you tell him about yourself, and your reason for getting the job, and your hopes and dreams for the future as well
  • he tells you about his friends, about hoseok, the loud one who’s always screaming when there’s a flame in the oven because it’s scary
  • and about jungkook, who has the audacity to order dominos instead of visiting yoongi
  • and jin, who hogs the blankets all the damn time but washes yoongi’s uniform so him so it’s even
  • you talk about your friends too, but none of them seem as interesting as the people that yoongi hangs out with and you kind of hope that one day maybe yoongi will introduce you to them…
  • but then you realize that means hanging out with yoongi… as like friends or something…
  • and now you’re blushing
  • things have gotten pretty quiet now, and you think that maybe you should head back to actual work…
  • “wait, we both still have one left”
  • he shrugs and points to your little cup
  • your brows furrow and you frown slightly, then start to scan around the food court for anyone who someone to take your food so you can end this battle once and for all
  • but there’s a sudden weight on the tray, and you spin back around, and there’s yoongi, holding the cup up to his lips
  • and then he just chugs the freaking lomein like that, he just goes for it, finishes up your last sample
  • your eyes go wide and you smile softly
  • “well i guess you win” he says cooly, but there’s a noodle hanging from his lip and you point
  • he gets all red and quickly wipes it away
  • you take a deep breath, then reach over and grab his last pizza bite, then pop it into your mouth
  • “hey, this is actually pretty good” you nod
  • “the best food this damn place has to offer” he says with a wink
  • “hey wait a second-”
  • now you’re both laughing again
  • but your bosses are tired of you guys flirting instead of erasing the competition so they both call you back over so you can man the cash registers
  • but you and yoongi were having fun, a good time, and you don’t really want that to end?? so uh now you’re both waving over at each other dumbly from behind your counters and smiling and mouthing things to each other that you can’t really understand but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?
  • and as it comes to the end of your shift, you feel kinda upset because it’s been fun goofing off with yoongi??
  • like you’re so overwhelmed with butterflies that you actually spoke to yoongi?? like not only did you like introduce yourself?? but you had a real, actual conversation?? amazing??
  • you hope that tomorrow will be even better…
  • your clocking out right
  • the mall is shutting down for the night
  • the lights are all turning off
  • you’ve done all your side jobs, cleaned up for the night, restocked the sauces, cleaned all the machines and what not
  • you grab your jacket from the back, but when you come back out yoongi is standing there, hands in his pockets, looking all shy and cute
  • you blush and smile and give a lil wave
  • he smiles and waves back
  • “so…” you both say in unison
  • you both laugh and now you’re both tomato red
  • “today was fun” yoongi says slowly “so i was uh… i was wondering if you wanted to um…”
  • he starts to fumble over his words
  • “wanted to get some ice cream maybe?’ you suggest
  • yoongi’s eyes light up and he nods excitedly
  • you usually take the bus home, but yoongi drives, so you go with him to the ice cream parlor and you two share a banana split and maybe even a cute kiss too
  • the end
When Steve’s Away Part 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: a little angst, crude innuendo, swearing

Word Count: 1065 

Summary: Steve’s about to leave on a three week mission leaving you at the compound. Just before he goes though he gives you a proposition you aren’t quite sure what to do with.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted all week, life has been kicking my ass. Hope you enjoy this next part though !! 


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The first week of Steve being away I mostly stayed in our room, admittedly a little terrified over what he and Bucky might have spoken about. The few occasions I had run into him over the last few days had been a little awkward, mostly on my part. I’d stuttered and blushed around him as though I was a sixth grader with her first crush. Bucky of course, found it hilarious; he’d throw a wink my way, waggle his eyebrows a little and leave the room. It was maddening.

Steve’s comment had been so left field that I really and truly didn’t know what to do with it. Strictly speaking it wasn’t permission for Bucky to fuck me into oblivion while he was out of town, but it also wasn’t a warning not to. It was like he was leaving the decision completely up to us, and I would have been kidding myself if I hadn’t thought about it while lying in bed all alone. Since the moment Bucky had moved in I’d found him attractive, there was just something about him I couldn’t help but like. He was different from Steve but similar in a lot of ways, maybe just a little rougher around the edges.

Once, at the tail end of one of Tony’s parties I’d made a backhanded comment to Steve about the shape of Bucky’s ass and how much I wanted to slap it, tequila had never been my friend. He’d laughed it off, probably putting it down to me just being drunk, but I couldn’t help but think that maybe this whole thing stemmed from that. Three weeks wasn’t really a long time to be away in the grand scheme of things and it wasn’t like Steve and I had a rambunctious sex life, it was more of a when the time hit sort of deal. The fact that he was okay with any of this was really throwing me.

Deciding on clearing my head a little I made my way down into the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. Whenever I had a lot on my mind baking seemed to help focus me a little. Mixing all the ingredients together into the bowl, I was so focused on my task that I didn’t hear when Bucky entered the room; a startled gasp falling from my lips as he locked me to the bench with his arms.
“Are you gonna avoid me the whole time?” He whispered, his breath hot against the side of my neck, causing a shiver to roll down my spine.
“N - no.”

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BTS reacting to you surprising them for their 4-Year Anniversary

Jin:

Jin, who was already in his feels from being on stage with his members, enjoying the time with his fans, let a tear roll down his handsome, beautiful, symmetric, perfect, worldwide-handsome face. He felt so incredibly happy to see his beloved girlfriend standing behind stage, waiting for him with his favorite cake. He loved whenever you baked him this cake, and it just made him even happier to have you here with him during such an important milestone of his career. He ran up to you and wrapped you tightly in his arms, your head resting against his broad shoulders. He pressed his lips firmly against your forehead, whispering “Thank you for being here for me.”

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